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“excuse me?” he gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest like you wounded him. “i was incredible. the crowd loved me.” he wobbles a little as he tries to take off his jacket, nearly tripping over his own feet.

you burst into another fit of giggles and reach out to steady him. the second your hands touch his chest, the mood shifts just a little — still playful, but warmer. sunghoon looks down at you with that dazed, lovestruck smile he only ever gives when he’s drunk and completely in love.

“come here, wife,” he murmurs, voice low but cracking with laughter as he pulls you against him. his hands settle on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles over the fabric of your dress.

you tilt your head up and kiss him, both of you smiling too wide for it to be smooth. your teeth clack together awkwardly and that only makes you laugh harder into each other’s mouths.

“we’re terrible at this right now,” you snort, hiding your face in his neck.

“nooo, we’re perfect,” sunghoon insists, swaying with you in the hallway like you’re slow dancing. “best married couple in the world. very sexy. very coordinated.”

he tries to kiss you again but misses your lips and lands on your cheek instead. the two of you dissolve into another round of giggles, clinging to each other so you don’t fall over.

somehow you make it to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. sunghoon’s shirt is half unbuttoned, your dress is unzipped but still hanging onto your shoulders. he backs you up until your knees hit the bed and you both tumble onto the mattress in a messy heap.

“ow— your elbow,” you complain through laughter.

“sorry, baby,” he chuckles, rolling slightly so he’s hovering over you. his hair falls into his eyes as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol and arousal. “you’re so pretty. how did i get so lucky?”

you reach up and cup his face, pulling him down into another giggly kiss. this one is deeper, sloppier, tongues brushing lazily as your hands roam over his bare chest. sunghoon groans softly into your mouth when your fingers trace down his abs.

“i want you,” he mumbles against your lips, smiling like an idiot. “so bad. been thinking about you in this dress all night.”

“then take it off,” you whisper, biting your lip to stop another giggle.

he struggles adorably with the zipper, cursing under his breath when it gets stuck. “why is this so hard? i’m usually good at this.”

“because you’re drunk, hoonie,” you tease, helping him tug the dress down your body.

the second it’s off, sunghoon’s eyes light up like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“wow,” he breathes, hands sliding over your waist and up to your breasts. “my wife is so hot. how is she real?”

you laugh and pull him back down, kissing him while your legs wrap around his hips. he grinds against you slowly, still wearing his pants, and the friction makes you both moan softly between giggles.

“off,” you demand, tugging at his belt. “pants off. now.”

sunghoon tries to look serious but fails miserably as he sits up and fumbles with his belt. “yes ma’am. anything for my beautiful, drunk wife.”

once he’s finally naked, he crawls back over you, skin warm and flushed. you’re both giggling again as he tries to kiss your neck but keeps missing because he’s swaying.

“stop laughing at me,” he whines playfully, nipping at your collarbone. “i’m trying to be romantic.”

“you’re doing great,” you reassure him, threading your fingers through his hair. “so sexy. very smooth.”

he grins and finally settles between your legs properly. his hand slides down to touch you, fingers gliding through how wet you already are. his eyes widen comically.

“baby… you’re soaked,” he whispers, awed. then he giggles. “did i do that?”

“yes, you idiot,” you laugh, pulling him closer. “now fuck me before we both pass out.”

sunghoon’s cheeks flush even darker at your bold words. he lines himself up and pushes in slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. he drops his forehead to your shoulder, breathing hard.

“fuck… you feel so good,” he groans, hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. “always so perfect for me.”

the sex is messy, uncoordinated, and full of laughter. every time he thrusts too deep and you both wobble, you crack up. when he tries to change positions and nearly falls off the bed, you have to pull him back by his shoulders, giggling the whole time.

“i love you so much,” he keeps murmuring between thrusts, kissing your face all over — your lips, your nose, your eyelids. “my wife. my best friend. i love fucking you.”

“i love you too,” you moan, legs tightening around him. your hands roam his back, nails lightly scratching as pleasure builds despite all the giggles. “harder, hoon— please.”

he tries, really tries, but ends up laughing again when he loses his rhythm. “i’m sorry— i’m so drunk but i still want you so bad.”

you cup his face and kiss him deeply, hips rolling up to meet his. the mood shifts gradually — still giggly and loving, but the pleasure starts taking over. sunghoon’s thrusts become deeper, more purposeful, even as soft chuckles escape between moans.

“right there,” you whimper, eyes fluttering. “feels so good…”

“yeah?” he pants, pressing his forehead to yours so he can look at you. “gonna make my pretty wife cum?”

you nod frantically, and he reaches between you to rub your clit, a little sloppy, but perfect.

your orgasm hits you first — sudden and sweet, making you moan his name as your body tightens around him.

sunghoon follows right after, burying himself deep with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up. he collapses on top of you, both of you breathing hard and still laughing breathlessly.

“we’re a mess,” you whisper, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“the best kind of mess,” he replies, kissing your jaw lazily. he rolls off you but immediately pulls you into his arms, spooning you from behind. his hand rests possessively on your stomach as he nuzzles into your neck.

“best night ever,” he mumbles, already sounding half-asleep. “i love being drunk with you. i love having giggly sex with you. i love being your husband.”

you smile and intertwine your fingers with his. “and i love you more.”

even as sleep starts pulling you under, soft giggles bubble up again when sunghoon sleepily tries to kiss your shoulder and misses. he eventually succeeds, pressing a warm, lazy kiss to your skin.

“round two in the morning?” he whispers.

“only if you’re not hungover,” you tease.

“deal.”

you fall asleep tangled together, bodies warm, hearts full, and the quiet sound of shared laughter still lingering in the air long after the party ended.

© jongst4r, 2026

You move above Heeseung on the couch. His hands grip your hips, guiding your rhythm as you ride him, your bodies moving together in the intimate space you thought was private. The couch cushions sink beneath your weight, creating a perfect rhythm as Heeseung's breath catches, his eyes locked on yours.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice husky as you lean forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

The apartment door clicks open unexpectedly.

"Surprise ! We brought tiramisu !" Jay's voice echoes through the entryway.

You freeze mid-motion, eyes widening in horror as you hear footsteps approaching. Sunghoon follows close behind Jay, both of them rounding the corner just as you're desperately trying to scramble off Heeseung.

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, fumbling for the throw blanket nearby as Heeseung struggles to pull up his jeans.

Jay and Sunghoon stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide with surprise before identical grins spread across their faces.

"Well, well, well," Jay says, crossing his arms with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Looks like we're interrupting something."

Sunghoon chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. "Didn't realize you two were having a private party. Should we come back later?"

Your face burns with embarrassment as you finally manage to cover yourself with the blanket, sinking into the couch cushions beside a flustered Heeseung.

"We didn't...you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow," Heeseung stammers, running a hand through his messy hair.

Jay grins, setting the tiramisu on the coffee table. "Clearly. But hey, at least you're getting along well. Should we give you two some privacy to finish?"

"Jay!" you protest, hiding your face in your hands.

Sunghoon smirks. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about your...couch activities. But we're definitely keeping the tiramisu in hostage until you're done."

Heeseung sighs, wrapping an arm around you. "Just give us five minutes."

"Take your time," Jay winks. "We'll be in the kitchen. Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

As they walk away laughing, you bury your face in Heeseung's shoulder, mortified but unable to suppress a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.