#707 x reader

bf!Saeyoung who, to your dismay, tries to ignore his debilitating sexual attraction towards you. You're not sure if it's due to his beliefs, his secretive nature, or his habit of resolving issues (his feelings) entirely by himself. But he leaves you to your own devices, not noticing your sexual frustration, swallowing his own, for quite a long time.

bf!Saeyoung who feels guilty for sexualising you, not knowing you long for him to do so. He tries to hide his desire for you, noticing it slipping through the cracks of his hard shell occasionally. He isn't aware how much his fleeting touches, quick glances down your shirt and his meticulously thought-out innuendos affect you, how much he turns you on.

bf!Saeyoung who doesn't shy away from messing with you, teasing you, joking around until sunrise. But when it comes to touching you, he treats you like a fragile, precious doll that could crack with every hard grip. Even when you sit on his lap, sentimental due to the late hours, intimately sharing a kiss. His hands always find themselves politely around your waist, pressing your forehead against his by the back of your head at most. Just remembering your small gasps, sweet smell and warm hands on his cheeks is enough to satisfy him whilst relieving himself in the shower.

bf!Saeyoung who never wasted a single thought at the possibility of you being physically attracted to him. He isn't the most handsome, fit, or properly kempt guy out there -- especially compared to fellow RFA member Zen. He knows you share the same humour, that you value his intellect, and that you feel safe with him. But, even after months of being a couple, he believes his desires are one-sided. He accepts this, in his self-conscious mind.

bf!Saeyoung who thinks you take pity on him, who regrets being so obvious with his needs, as you deepen the kiss one night, trailing your hands down his upper body. He stops you, placing one sweet, longing, kiss on your forehead, before turning away. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, make you do something just for the sake of pleasing him, and put in unnecessary work. He is the one who promised to make you happy, make up for all the pain he caused to you, die for you if needed. But he doesn't know how long he can suppress his greedy needs. Especially with your soft body pressed against his back like this. He doesn't realize how upset you are, as he sneaks off into the bathroom hours later.

bf!Saeyoung who believes you are nothing but an innocent angel sent by God to make up for his messed up childhood. Whether this may or may not be a metaphor, he tells himself that a low-value guy like him has no right to use your sacred body for his primitive desires. He considers himself blessed already, being able to kiss, caress, tickle, pinch, massage and cuddle you to his hearts content. However, it won't hurt you if he pounds you silly in his dreams sometimes.

bf!Saeyoung who comes home later than expected this particular evening, having spent it with his brother as planned. You're already in bed, sitting against the headboard, reading a story in the dim, orange light of your bed lamp. Today, you decided it's finally time to take this relationship a step further, using a much more bold approach this time.

bf!Saeyoung who is unaware of the slick pooling between your legs, as he thoughtlessly pulls his shirt over his toned upper body. He cluelessly recites an anecdote about his brother while changing into his pajama pants, not noticing your attentive look isn't caused by his great storytelling skills. He is not worrying about the impact he could have on you, standing in front of your shared bed, fully bare except for his boxer shorts, even if just for a split second. You will fuck this naivety out of him tonight, no matter how much this might take.

bf!Saeyoung who attempts to climb under the covers, reaching out to press you into his chest as usual. However, as he lifts the blanket, he halts his movements. Instead of your baggy sweats, or the cute button up with the matching shorts you try to tempt him with occasionally, he is met with something much more skimpy. You're only in your panties, a lace trim adorning its hem, as well as a slim-fitted cotton shirt. This combo maximises sex appeal while still maintaining plausible deniability if things go wrong, at least in your mind. Your erect nipples already poke against the thin fabric, as your entire body heats up in anticipation of the dirty things you hope you will do with your boyfriend.

bf!Saeyoung's brain short-circuits, having never seen so much of your bare skin before. He is awkwardly frozen in place, one knee already on the mattress, a corner of the blanket raised in the air. You try not to lose your composure, as you place the miscellaneous items you had scattered around yourself on the night stand. You feel his eyes follow all of your movements, his facial expression unclear to you. He really mastered his poker face due to his grey-area work for his previous agency.

bf!Saeyoung who takes a moment to fully grasp the sensuality of the situation, suddenly feeling very naked next to you as well. He isn't entirely sure if this is a dream or reality, as his imagination has cooked up similar fantasies close to this one more than once.

bf!Saeyoung who doesn't dare to move, even as you gently take the blanket away from his stiff hand to push it away from yourself, revealing yourself to him fully. If he was strong enough, if this may have happened earlier in the relationship, he would have been able to crack a joke and, even while suffering from painful blue-balls, fall asleep next to you without incident. He is dreadfully aware that this isn't the case right now, hard dick pressing against his boxers.

bf!Saeyoung who wishes a hole opens below him and swallows him whole, the moment he watches your eyes drop, noticing the tent between his legs. Bf!Saeyoung who still, even now, believes your intentions are pure. You must have a valid reason to be so bare, that doesn't involve craving his lips and hands all over your body.

bf!Saeyoung who is very quickly proven wrong about his perceived innocence of you. You haven't said a single word to him yet, giving him a moment to digest the sight in front of him. You know your boyfriend is easily startled, even if he considers himself pretty level-headed. Realizing, he doesn't seem to defrost, you escalate things further.

You slowly scoot down the bed, looking up at him with glossy eyes, batting your lashes at him seductively. You carefully lay on your back under his hovering form, one arm loosely draped over your head. The index finger of your other hand finds one of your nipples, pressing it down on the hardened bud delicately. You bashfully spread your legs, putting all of yourself on display in one, very desperate, attempt, noticing the slim fabric of this pair not covering as much as you would expect from your usual underwear.

bf!Saeyoung who, finally, after months and months of teasing, pining, kissing, hiding, ... just cracks. This deliciously perverted sight in front of him just breaks his brain like a dam, all the pent-up sexual frustration pouring out rapidly. You gasp in surprise, as he suddenly pounces on you with a type of vigour you couldn't have anticipated.

bf!Saeyoung who can't help himself and rip you to shreds. Who kneads your tits over your shirt, ruthlessly sucking, pulling and biting your nipples, not even thinking as far as to pull up the fabric until you do it for him. Who finally grabs your hips tightly, burying his nails in your plush skin while rutting his clothed boner into your drenched heat relentlessly.

your yapper bf!Saeyoung who surprises you with his uncharacteristically quietness, not speaking a single word to you, as his busy mouth is occupied with other activities. After circling his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth in a way he has never dared to before, he pushes your panty to the side and buries his greedy lips between your folds without any hesitation. He groans roughly while sloppily making out with your pussy, now circling your clit with the tip of his wet muscle, forcing you to cum within minutes.

bf!Saeyoung who makes it a mission to make you orgasm a second time on his cock, as he rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb while pressing down your abdomen with the same hand. He intended to be sweeter to you, more careful the first time, but the sensation of gliding his hungry dick into your wet, fluttering walls actually made the neurons in his brain short circuit for good this time. Skin slaps against skin, as he fucks deep into you in missionary, pressing one of your knees into your chest.

bf!Saeyoung must have officially lost his mind, as he licks up the tears that start streaming down your face up with his flattened tongue, biting your ear as you turn your face away. As your legs shake violently, the orgasm imploding in your lower body, you pull at his red locks, ripping a moan right out his chest.

bf!Saeyoung who basically collapses on top of you as fills you up with his angrily hot cum, pushing it deeper into you with a few last, weak thrusts. Who is snoring into your neck after just a couple head pats, a few reassuring words and the exchange of some love professions.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, feeling the warmth from the setting sun on your skin. You place your hands proudly on your hips. Your lips curled with a triumphant grin. You had just finished cleaning Rika's apartment, or should you start calling it yours since you're being forced to live there..?

Who cares, free rent.

As you take a deep breath, the soft and comforting scent of Cashmere Cedar fills the air, wafting around the entire apartment. The main lights were off, allowing the soft glow of the mood lighting to create a peaceful atmosphere. Your bed sheets, freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. You also, against all odds, managed not only to do your laundry but also neatly fold and put it all away in your dresser.

Sighing happily, you took another last deep breath. This time, a slight pungent odor reached your nose.

Holy shit, what the fuck died in your vicinity.

Oh.

It's you.

You grimaced at the funk emanating from you, reminding you of your labors. Desperately, you walked to your room and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. You rummaged around until you found some mismatched pajamas and a cute pair of lace-trimmed panties.

Leaving the drawer open, you headed to the bathroom and placed your clothes on the sink. You moved to the shower, turning the faucet. You adjusted the temperature, feeling the steam slowly build in the shower.

One by one, you undress, throwing your clothes into your hamper by the wall of your bathroom. You step into the shower slowly, sighing happily as the hot water relaxes your muscles. Taking a moment to unwind in the water. You begin to think about your day and gather your thoughts.

The day was mostly fine; you didn't hear much from the guys and Jaehee. Although Seven, or Luciel as he had demanded to be called, had been bugging you all day. Random pictures of yourself were sent to your phone via him, followed by some teasing text. Did it piss you off that he was watching you constantly? Yes.

But.. did the thought of him watching you constantly also turn you on?..

Yea.

But how could it not? The charming, quirky redhead was so... alluring. He always talked like he was an open book, constantly joking and flirting around with you. But when you looked deeper into his words and conversations, he never said anything about himself.

That mystery was so alluring that whenever you thought of the man, you couldn't help but get a little... hot. Even now, while you were showering.

You bit your lip softly, as your hand softly trailed down to your heat. Surely, you would have privacy in your bathroom.

Right?

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A smile slowly spread across Luciel's lips as he watched you proudly stand and admire your work. He giggled to himself from his desk, watching from his monitor as you sniffed your armpit and gagged exaggeratedly.

Sigh, what a woman, am I right?

Just as he was going to text you a picture of you gagging, his 'work' phone buzzed from across the room. He groaned, clearly annoyed by the disturbance, and decided to ignore it.

..Until he got a call.

He threw a tiny tantrum and wheeled his chair to a smaller desk that was surrounded by important papers. Buzzing in the middle of the mess was his phone displaying the name 'Zen'.

He grumbled to himself as he reached for the phone, making stank ass faces before picking up.

"Hello?" He batted his eyelashes and kicked his feet, even though it wasn't a video call.

"Heyy, Sevennn.. listen, I need a small tiney bitsy little favor.." The voice from the other line sounds like his normal charming self, but with undertones of nervousness.

"Oohh? Someone needs a favor? From THE 707? Why, me oh my! I never thought I would-"

"Yeah, yeah, just listen."

Luciel pouted from being cut off, but allowed it as Zen continued. The redhead turned his chair around once more, facing his monitors. When he noticed you had moved to a new location, his eyebrow arched as he moved towards his keyboard and began to search for you.

"And they won't stop bugging me! Like I'm sorry that I'm so sexy and gorgeous and-"

Zen's voice seemed to tune out as Luciel stared, wide-eyed, at this new view.

There you were, leaning against the cold shower wall, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Your hand, softly playing with your clit, occasionally dipping down into your soft, warm heat, causes a faint moan to escape your bitten lips.

Luciel felt his heart race as he stared at the unexpected sight on his monitor, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had been in the middle of a weird-ass conversation with Zen, but all thoughts of their conversation evaporated from his mind the moment he laid eyes on the gorgeous view in front of him.

There you were, completely naked and lost in your own world of pleasure, blissfully unaware that you were being watched.

Luciel couldn't tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding on his screen. He watched as your soft fingers danced over your most intimate area, your soft moans and gasps echoing through the speakers standing tall by his setup.

The way your plush body trembled with each touch, your chest heaving with every ragged breath, sent a ripple of desire through his body.

Oh god.

Luciel's pants grew tighter as he stared at the erotic display. His breath hitched, while his hardening cock began swelling and straining against the confines of his clothing.

He had always known that you were breathtakingly beautiful, but seeing you like this? Completely unguarded and consumed by your own lust, it took his breath away. The way your skin glistened with moisture, the water cascading down the gentle curves of your body.

God, what he would do just to lick up those droplets.

Unable to resist the urge to touch himself as he watched you, Luciel reached down and palmed his rock-hard cock through his pants, a low whine escaping his lips.

He couldn't believe this was happening, that he had stumbled upon such a private moment, something that you meant to keep to yourself. Something that if you knew he was watching, who knew what you would say.

...

But he couldn't look away...

Fuck. He just couldn't.

He couldn't stop himself from palming his thick shaft through his garments as you played with your dripping pussy on the screen of his monitor.

Luciel's mind raced with the possibilities, with the filthy things he wanted to do to your body.

His palming sped up as he thought of pinning you against that shower wall, spreading your thighs wide, and burying his face between your soft legs as he happily lapped up your natural slick.

Luciel couldn't help but yearn to worship every inch of your soft skin with his mouth and hands, to make you scream his name as he fucked you hard and deep and without mercy.

But for now, he was content to watch, to fondle himself as you brought yourself closer and closer to climax.

Your whimpers and moans growing louder and more desperate with each quick thrust of your fingers into your soft pussy. Luciel's hand palmed faster over his aching cock, his thighs struggling to stay apart as he watched you teeter on the brink of ecstasy, his own release fast approaching as he lost himself in the erotic spectacle before him.

"O-oh, shit.."

He knew you would probably never forgive him, had you found out about his little secret camera, but in that moment, none of it mattered.

All that mattered was the mindboggling pleasure of humping up into his hand to the most enchanting woman he had ever seen, utterly lost in your own world of bliss on his monitor.

He bit his lip as his groans leaked out.

He wants more. No, he needed more.

Palming couldn't tame his desire and want anymore. Quickly, one of his hands reached down to the sides of his pants and undergarments, swiftly pulling them down to reveal his hard, aching cock.

Luciel's fingers gripped his shaft with bruising force, his knuckles white as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. His breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, his eyes locked on the screen where you were arching your back in pleasure, your head lolling back against the tiling.

You looked utterly lost to the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers worked in a blur of desperate motions. He was moments away from the edge, his whole body vibrating with the effort not to shout out loud while on the phone with Zen. Who was still talking his fucking ear off. What a turn off.

Just as Luciel was teetering near his orgasm, your soft lips parted; a soft moan tore from your throat, echoing through your bathroom and the speakers beside his monitors.

"Luciel..."

You whimpered, your voice thick with a mixture of yearning and sheer ecstasy. The sound of his own name, spoken with such raw, unbridled need, snapped the last of his control.

"O-oh, fuck- fuck..!"

He trembled violently, his body jerking as he spilled his hot cum all over his hand and onto his desk, a quiet, quivering groan escaping his lips. The sheer intensity of your voice, coupled with the sight of your glistening, shivering body, had pushed him over the brink in an instant.

The redhead slumped back in his chair, chest heaving, his vision swimming as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through him.

’She... she said my name,' he thought, his mind reeling. ’Holy shit, she wants me, bro.'

On the other end of the line, Zen’s voice cut through the haze, laced with bewilderment and a touch of annoyance.

"Um, dude? You still there? Seriously, wtf was that noise? Did you just-"

Luciel didn't answer right away, his fingers still twitching against his thighs as he stared at the image of you, who was now sliding down the wall of the shower, your legs weak, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

He couldn't help but grin at the sight of you; he could feel his love intensify for you. He didn't care about the phone call anymore; he didn't care about Zen or their conversation about whatever the fuck. All he could think about was getting his hands on you.

"I'll call you back," Luciel managed to grate out, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, strained and husky.

"What? Dudeee, I said I need help now!-"

Without another word, Luciel slammed the end-call button, tossing the phone haphazardly onto his desk. The redheaded man scrambled to his feet, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His mind was a chaotic storm of lust and urgency.

He needed to get to your apartment; he needed to feel you under him, to hear you moan his name against his skin instead of through a speake-..

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You stepped out of your shower, the steam rising around your naked, glistening body. Your thighs had a soft tremble to them, due to your previous activities in a hot ass shower. You grabbed a warm, fluffy towel and wrapped it loosely around your body, the damp strands of your hair clinging to your reddened cheeks.

Lost in thought, you began to wander towards the kitchen, ready to satisfy your post-orgasm craving for a late-night snack, when suddenly a loud bang sounded through the apartment.

Jumping at the unexpected noise, you froze for a moment debating whether or not to risk your life at the chance of an intruder, you decide 'fuck it' before rushing towards the sound, your heart pounding in your ears. As you slowly approached the location of the loud noise, you noticed that your window was open, and you discovered the unmistakable figure of Luciel, his tall frame squeezing through the opening.

"S- Luciel? What the ever-loving fuck are you doing?" you stared bewildered at the scene before you. But you couldn't help but notice the very soft pulse coming from your private area.

I guess seeing the man you were masturbating to all disarranged and sneaking into your apartment would do that to a lady.

Luciel emerged from the window, his hair slightly disheveled, but his eyes burning with an intensity you had never seen before as he turned to face you.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, his voice heavy with a mixture of longing and possession that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I... I didn't mean to scare you, honest! But when I heard you... heard you say my name..." He paused, his gaze raking over your towel-clad form, a hunger evident in his expression.

What the fuck? How the fuck does he know about..

Oh my fucking god, there's a camera in that fucking bathroom.

The realization sent a rush of embarrassment and something else through you. It was wrong. Completely inappropriate and just so wrong! But.. the thought that he had been watching.. you.

That he had seen you lost in such a moment and broke INTO your place, just because you said his name? Oh, that was fucking hot.

Unable to resist, Luciel crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands coming up to cup your face tenderly as he leaned in close.

"Baby.." he murmured, his breath hot against your soft lips.

"I want you. Fuck, I need you soo badly." And with that declaration, his lips were on yours. Hungry and so fucking desperate, hand moving down from your face and onto your hip.

You found yourself melting into the kiss with a hum, your towel slipping down to pool around your feet as you pressed yourself closer against him. You could feel the hard, hot length of him through his clothes, his lust evident as he pinned your back hard against the wall.

His hands slid down to grip your ass, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your ass as he grinded himself against you. Groaning into your mouth from the motion.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you tangled your fingers in his red hair, tugging lightly as you arched into him, a needy whimper escaping your throat. Luciel responded to the sound, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your sweet mouth as he drank in the taste of you happily. You kissed for what felt like forever; you could feel the temperature rising from your bodies.

God, you need more right fucking now or-

While lost in your mind, Luciel reached down and scooped you up by the backs of your plush thighs, tapping your ass to encourage you to wrap your legs around his waist to carry you towards the couch.

You bit back a whine at the sudden movement, instinctively locking your ankles together behind his back, your towel falling away completely to leave you bare. You could feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your naked pussy through the fabric of his pants, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

Luciel laid you down gently on the couch, his eyes roving over your naked form with undisguised lust.

"Fuck, pretty.." he groaned,

"You're so fucking beautiful.. I want to taste every inch of you." Slowly, he settled himself between your thighs, forcing them apart until he had a clear view of your glistening pink folds, groaning at the sight.

You squirmed beneath him, a deep blush staining your cheeks as you felt Luciel's intense gaze upon your pussy. You were still sensitive from your earlier fun, and the knowledge that he had seen you in such a private moment only intensified that feeling.

When Luciel finally leaned in and dragged his tongue sloowly up your slit, you nearly screamed. Your back arching off the couch as pleasure jolted through you.

"Oh..!- Ooh, fuck..!"

Luciel moaned at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the sweet slick of your arousal.

He delved deeper, his tongue parting your lower lips as he sought out the hard, throbbing bud of your clit. You trembled beneath him, your hands shooting down to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging urgently as he lapped and suckled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He could feel himself slobbering on you, his saliva dripping down your pussy.

He took his time, worshipping your pretty pussy with his lips and tongue, determined to make you cum from his mouth alone. He could feel your thighs quivering around his head, hear your broken cries and gasps as he ate you out. Your scent, the feel of your warmed skin, the taste of your pussy. Fuck, it was all intoxicating, all-consuming.

"Lu..! I'm soo fucking- so fucking close..!" Your fingers tightened the grip you had on his hair.

As he felt you clench around his tongue, your folds growing slicker and your breathing more ragged, Luciel focused his efforts on your swelling clit.

Flicking and circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before sucking hard. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside your tight, hot pussy, pumping them in a steady rhythm as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit.

It didn't take long before you were teetering on the very brink of your orgasm, your whole body drawn taut as a bowstring. With a light, keening cry of Luciel's name, your back arched violently off the couch cushion, your spine curving as the pleasure washed through you in devastating waves.

"Lu-ciel.! O-ooh.. fuuck..!"

Your orgasm tore through you with brutal intensity, your inner walls clamping down on Saeyoung's pumping fingers as you cried out his name in a voice raw and broken with ecstasy.

The sight of you unraveling so completely, your soft skin flushed a deep rose from your heaving breasts to your shaking thighs, your hair splayed in wild disarray against the cushions, your face contorted in absolute bliss..

Holy shit, it was too much for Luciel to withstand.

He whined against your spasming pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending aftershocks ricocheting through your sensitive core. But even as he felt you shuddering beneath him, even as he tasted the fresh flood of your sweet cum coating his tongue and chin, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the erotic spectacle above him.

Your eyes had rolled back slightly, your tongue peeking between her parted, panting lips, your cheeks flushed with the aftermath of your climax. You looked utterly intoxicating, completely his, and the possessive thrill of that knowledge slammed into him with physical force.

Luciel's hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding his throbbing erection against the edge of the couch as he continued to lap at your quivering folds. The friction was maddening, insufficient, yet combined with the visual feast before him, it pushed him dangerously close to the edge. He originally intended to make you cum again, to bury himself inside you and find his own release within your pretty pussy..

However, his body had other plans..

You finally managed to lift your heavy-lidded eyes, your dark gaze hazy with pleasure as it connected with his. You saw the strain in his face, the desperation in his flushed cheeks and parted lips, the way his hips continued to seek friction even as he tried to maintain control.

A slow, knowing smile curved your mouth, mischievous and devastatingly gorgeous.

"Luciel..?" you breathed, your voice a sultry purr that scraped against his frayed nerves.

"Are you going to...?" she chuckled at the thought, gazing down at him, "cum? From just watching me?"

Your words, spoken in that teasing manner, shattered the last of his restraint. The image of you, sated and glowing, your body still trembling from his hard work, that expression daring him to lose control, burned itself into his mind.

He felt the pressure build at the base of his spine, hot and urgent and utterly unstoppable. A strangled groan ripped from his throat as he buried his face against your inner thigh, his hips snapping forward once, twice, as his cock pulsed and throbbed against the couch's edge.

"F-fuck! O-oh, ooh, fuck pretty..!"

He choked out, his whole body trembling as he spent himself in his pants like an overwhelmed teenager, the humiliation of it forgotten in the blinding intensity of his release.

He shuddered against you, his fingers still buried inside your clenching pussy, his mouth open and panting against your warm thigh as his body shuddered and trembled from the strength of his orgasm.

It was the most intense orgasm he had experienced in recent memory, and he hadn't even been inside you.. hadn't even had direct stimulation! Just the mere sight of you lost in ecstasy, the taste of your slick.

You watched him with widened eyes, your own aftershocks forgotten in your fascination with his orgasm. You felt the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled desperately against your hip, the hot gusts of his breath against your oversensitive pussy.

When he finally stilled, slumping forward with his forehead resting against your lower abdomen, you found yourself grinning despite your sluggish state.

"Well," you murmured, running your fingers through his disheveled red hair with surprising tenderness, "that was... flattering."

Luciel laughed, the sound muffled and slightly hysterical against your skin. He pressed a shaky kiss to your hipbone, then your navel, lingering at the stretch marks there before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes were blown wide, his usual mischievous energy replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

"Fuck, I-I didn't wanna cum so soon..!" he admitted, his voice rough.

"I was going to make sure you came until you couldn't walk. Then fuck you on every damn surface of this apartment." He glanced down at the darkening stain on his pants with a shy smile.

"Clearly, my self-control needs work.."

You tugged at his hair, guiding him up your body until they were face to face. You leaned in, sealing him in a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, slow and deep and devastatingly intimate.

"Hmm, I don't know.." you whispered against his mouth, feeling him stir already, against your thigh.

"I think your eagerness is.. kind of cute? In a terrifying, broke-into-my-apartment kind of way, of course."

You felt his laughter vibrate through him, felt the way his hands settled possessively at your waist.

"Shit, I'm going to need to make that up to you.." he murmured against your lips, his expression shifting to something more intent, more hungry.

"Multiple times. Starting now."

Luciel scooped you up into his arms once more, his hands gripping your plush ass as he stood, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you towards the wall, his intent clear in the heated look he smirked at you.

"Luci, what the fuck are you-" you started to protest, but the words quickly died in your throat as he bumped your back against the wall, his lips claiming yours in a brutal, demanding kiss.

He nipped at your bottom lip, easing the sting with his tongue before diving onto your lips, his tongue tangling with your own. You still could taste yourself on him, the musky essence of your cum mingling with the weird, yummy taste of his favorite chips. You hooked your ankles closer together at the small of his back, urging him closer, needing to feel every hard, not-so-muscular inch of him pressed against your body.

Luciel groaned into the kiss when he felt your fingers sink into his hair by the nape of his neck, tugging urgently as you arched into him. He could feel your nipples, hard and straining, poking into his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. God, did he ache to taste them, to suckle the sensitive peaks until you were writhing against him.

But he had other plans first.

You gasped as Luciel's lips tore from yours, his mouth blazing a searing trail down the column of your throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over your neck before he soothed the reddening mark with his tongue.

You shuddered in his arms, your head falling back against the wall to give him better access to your neck and collarbone. You could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your slick, dripping folds, and you jolted your hips forward to grind yourself against him, desperate for more friction.

Luciel growled lowly in his throat, his hands tightening their bruising grip on your ass as he rocked against you.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he grunted out, his voice rougher than you'd ever heard it before.

"I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm not supposed to be. I want to fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you can think about is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock inside you." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the broad head of his erection nudging against your pussy.

You whimpered softly, your nails raking down his back as you clung to him. You could feel the others drifting through your thoughts—the way Jumin had held you as they danced, his strong arms encircling you, his lips brushing your ear as he sang to you softly.

The way Jaehee had looked at you from across the dinner table, her amber eyes intense even from a distance; the way she had blushed and stammered and shot her shy glances when she thought you weren't looking.

But as Luciel's hands slid higher, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh until your nipples strained against his palms.

You couldn't think of anyone but Luciel in that moment, couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his lean body pressed so close to yours, the heat of his breath on your neck, the pursuit of his hands on your most sensitive, intimate places. You gasped, arching into his touch as he rolled and plucked at the stiff tips of your nipples, sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your pussy.

"Luci.. fuck, please.." you whimpered, feeling herself growing wetter, needier by the second.

"Pleease fuck me.. please fill me..! Please.. m-make me cum.."

Luciel grunted, his eyes darkening with lust and satisfaction at your desperate pleas. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging so prettily, your voice rough with need and desire.

With one swift motion, he released his thick, throbbing erection from the confines of his pants, the heavy shaft slapping against your slick, heated folds. You whimpered, your body clenching around nothing, aching to be filled, to be taken and claimed and ruined for anyone else.

The lean man was pushing forward, his cockhead slowly stretchingg your entrance, and you couldn't help but cry out against him, your voice echoing off the walls of your apartment as he stretched and filled you in one loong, relentless thrust.

"Fuuck, baby.. look at you so fucking prettyy.. and tight for me.." Luciel groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he hilted himself inside your warm, tight pussy.

He could feel you fluttering around him, your inner walls gripping his cock, and fuck, he doesn't think he can last long, not with the way you were squeezing his cock so perfectly. Not with the way you were panting and whimpering and begging soo sweetly for him.

He started to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady, driving rhythm that had him pulling out slowly before slamming back in, over and over and over again.

Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, each pull made you gasp and reach for him, your nails sinking into his biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you could grasp to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

"O-ooh fuck, fuck..!"

He fucked you harder and deeper, just as he'd promised, his cock driving into your pussy again and again until you were sobbing, trembling with pleasure.

"That's it, pretty, f-fucking take it.." he whined, his voice rough and low in his chest.

"T-take my fucking cock.. let me feel that sweet cunt squeezing me while I ruin you. Ooh, fuck, I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby.. so fucking hard. U-until you can't walk.. oh godd, until all you can do is fucking lie there and remember the feeling of my hard cock splitting you open again and again and again..."

He punctuated each word of his ramble with a sharp, precise thrust, and you wailed, your voice breaking on a scream as your 3rd orgasm crashed through you.

"Ff-fuuck..! I-I'm gonna, o-oh fuck..!"

You convulsed around him, your soft pussy clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through you. Luciel moaned as he felt you cum, your velvety walls massaging his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, his hips never stopping their relentless pace, until you collapsed against his chest, boneless and panting and utterly spent.

But even as he felt you beginning to relax, Luciel knew he wasn't done with you yet. He had promised you multiple orgasms, and he intended to keep that vow.

Pulling out of you with a slick, wet sound, he carried your limp body towards the window, the shades still up from when he had first broken in.. oops.

He could see the surprise and a flicker of nervousness in your eyes as he settled you down onto the carpeted floor, your legs still trembling from the force of your climax.

"Luci..! W-wait!" you panted, your voice rough and scratchy from screaming. "Not out here, someone might see..."

But Luciel just smiled, a wicked, devilish grin that sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration down your spine.

"I want them to see,"

He said, his voice a low purr as he settled between your spread thighs.

"Let them see what a sexy, gorgeous fucking woman you are, spread out for me like a feast. I want them.. no, I need them to know that this pretty little cunt belongs to me. That I'm the only one who can make you scream and beg like this..."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, his breath hot and teasing against your slick, swollen folds. You shuddered, a gasp escaping your bruised lips as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair.

"N-no, Luciel.." you whimpered, "please, I can't- there's no way.. I'm too sensitive..!"

But Luciel just chuckled, the vibrations sending sparks of sensation rushing through you.

"Ah ah, I know, pretty.." he murmured, his voice soothing even as his tongue flicked out to trace the contours of your slit, teasing you with the lightest touch possible. "I'll make you feel soo good, baby. I promise, I can do it! Just relax and let me take care of you..."

Then his mouth was on you, his tongue delving deep to lap at your pretty pussy. You were arching off the floor, your fingers twisting in his hair as you cried out with pleasure.

"Ssh-shit..!"

Luciel groaned in satisfaction as he ate you out, his tongue swirling around your clit, flicking and suckling at the sensitive, swollen bud until you were writhing beneath him, your thighs clamping around his head tightly, holding him in place as he pleasured you.

He could feel you beginning to tighten around his tongue, your body tensing as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and he doubled his efforts desperately, fucking his tongue into your pusyy hard and fast, curling it to hit that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.

"L-luciel..!" You practically screamed, your voice echoing across the room as your second orgasm crashed through you, the force of it making you convulse almost violently, your back bowing off the carpet.

Your hands were scrambling at his hair, tugging desperately as the pleasure became too much, the sensation overwhelming. But still Luciel didn't stop, his lips and tongue and chin glistening with the evidence of your slick as he lapped at your pussy, pushing you ruthlessly towards a fifth orgasm.

It was too much, too intense, but you couldn't make yourself push him away, couldn't bring yourself to deny the ecstasy he was giving you, the bliss that radiated through every cell in your body.

The slick, obscene sound of Luciel's sucking and slurping filled the room, mixing with your high, breathy cries, gasps, and pleas.

Anyone walking by could have seen the lewd display, you splayed out on the floor, your thighs spread wide, the man's head buried between your legs as he ate you out with single-minded intensity.

But you could no more stop the moans and mewls and screams that spilled from your throat than you could stop the tremors that shook your body, the orgasms that wracked through you again. You were helpless to do anything but feel, to surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations Luciel was giving you, to the way he made your body sing and scream and beg for more.

As the final aftershocks of your fifth fucking orgasm shook through you, Luciel finally pulled back, his chin and mouth and even his neck glistening with your juices, his eyes dark and hungry as he crawled up your body, his hips settling between your quivering thighs.

You could feel the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against your belly, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed as Luciel leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

"You taste soo fucking sweet, baby.." Luciel murmured against your plump lips, his voice rough and low and laced with lust.

"God, I could eat this pretty little pussy for hours and never get enough." He rolled his hips against yours, his cock sliding against your slick, puffy pussy, your head falling back against the carpet as pleasure sparked through you once more.

"F-feel soo good, Luciel.." you managed to mutter out in your hazed state.

Luciel groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he fought for control, fought the urge to slam forward and bury himself in your pretty cunt.

But he wanted to make this last, wanted to savor every inch of you, to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. He wanted you to be ruined, to be addicted to the feeling of his cock inside your pussy.

He wanted to fuck you so hard that you forgot your own fucking name, forgot everything but the feeling of his heavy cock splitting you open.

Luciel leaned down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, rolling the stiff tip gently before suckling hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh until you cried out. He spoiled them with kisses and nips and licks, his stubble rasping against the tender skin until you were panting and writhing beneath him, your voice breaking on a scream as the pleasure became too much, too intense.

The redhead could feel the need building in you. The addicting energy in the air as he rolled his hips against you, his cock sliding between your slick folds, nudging against your clit with every thrust.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging urgently as the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

"Lucciell..!" you whimpered, choking back a cry. "Please.. please fuck me, fill me, please, please, god..! Please, make me yours, all yours...!"

With a low, guttural groan, Luciel surged forward, the red head of his cock pushing past your tight entrance as he buried himself fully inside you in one quick thrust.

You cried out as Luciel's cock stretched and filled your pussy, the thick, heavy cock pulsing and throbbing within the tight grip of your walls. Your hands scrambled for his shoulder, your nails raking down the skin there as you tried to pull him even closer.

Luciel's hips rolled and rocked against yours in relentless thrust. He fucked you hard and deep, his cock driving deeper into you until you were sobbing, your body shaking and trembling from the force of his thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your broken cries and Luciel's low, rough grunts of pleasure as he lost himself in the tight, wet heat of your pussy.

"Fuuck.. pretty girl, so good for me.. soo fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to draw out the unreasonable pleasure of being buried inside you.

He could feel your slick walls fluttering around him, could feel the way your body clenched and tightened, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust. But still he kept fucking deep into you, kept driving you into the carpet with a single-minded intensity, determined to make you cum until you were boneless and spent in the pleasure he gave you.

"Luciel.. fuck..! Please, I-I’m soo close, don't- don’t fucking stop...!" you whimpered, your hips rolling instinctively to meet his, to take him deeper.

Your voice broke on a whine as another orgasm crashed through you, your body trembling beneath him, the soft walls of your pussy clamping down around him for the fucking millionth time, god, you’re probably gonna die.

Luciel whined against your neck, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt you quiver around him, your orgasm triggering his own, the pressure that had been building deep in his belly exploding outward in a rush of heat and pleasure that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.

He slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside your pussy as spurts of his hot cum filled you, his cock pulsing and jerking as he pumped you full.

"Shit.." he murmured, his voice raw and broken as he came harder than he ever had in his damn life.

He could feel your pussy still clenching around his cock, your greedy walls working to suck out every last drop, as it only intensified the pleasure.

As he finally came to his senses, Luciel collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing down on you as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs.

He could feel you shaking beneath him, could hear the soft, broken sounds of your pleasure-slurred voice as you clung to him gently. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against the warm skin there before he rolled his hips gently, feeling his softening cock slipping free of your pussy with a wet, obscene sound.

He watched in satisfaction as his cum trickled out of you, painting your thighs in a sheer, glistening white. He felt a dark sense of pride, of possession, at the thought that he had marked you, claimed you, in the most primal way possible.

Luciel stayed over you, lost in thoughts of how to remember this wonderful day. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer was waiting for him up there. A beat passed before he turned his head to the side, his eyes zoning in beside the window.

There, lying by the window, that he broke, oops. It was his bag, holding all of his shit.

He stared at it for a moment before a mischievous ass grin spread on his lips. He leaned to the side and grabbed the bag, reaching in to search for his phone. Pulling it out, he threw the bag randomly behind him and smiled down at you.

You were still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure of your intense orgasms when you finally registered the redheaded bitch hovering above you. His face was partially obscured by his phone, the glow of the camera's flash casting a bright light that shielded his dumbass grin.

"Smile for the camera, baby!"

“Saeyoung, what-” you shake your head at him fondly, unable to suppress the wide grin on your face upon seeing the flowers in his hands. “You didn’t have to-”

“When has that stopped me?” He laughs, pulling you close with an arm and kissing the top of your head as he hands you the bouquet. “Besides, our tax return came. So I-”

“Bought me flowers?” you can’t help but chuckle. Your words melding into his. “On your birthday, no less?”

The look on his face is a rather lovestruck variation of the expression he makes when he says “duh.”

“And?” Saeyoung shoots back.

“You know it’s been a little tough this year,” you sigh, fingers gently skimming over the petals, your head downturned as you admire the bouquet. With an exhale, you half-lie. “I haven’t even been able to get you a gift yet but you…”

“Baby, I know I joke around a lot, but-” he chuckles, gently taking your chin and raising it so he can meet your eyes. “I meant everything in our vows. Every single thing.”

You’re quiet. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. Saeyoung takes a moment to savor the sight of you in the kitchen just like this: eyes wide and looking up into his, all draped in his jacket as you bake, last night’s marks littered all over your skin, hair still a little bit unruly and yet- he looks at you with the biggest cartoon hearts in his eyes, anyway.

“My birthday or not,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear delicately and a fond smile grows on his face. “You deserve to receive flowers. Every single day.”

“Saeyoung…” you’re a little speechless, a little teary, your chest suddenly swarming with emotions, but then-

“Besides,” he grins, and you know he’s snapped back into his usual playfulness. “You’re, what?”

The redhead steals a swipe of what you’re mixing, humming at the taste as you smack his wrist lightly in scolding.

“This is frosting?” Saeyoung identifies. “You’re making me a cake after we stayed up waiting for my birthday last night. After all the rounds I put you through-”

“Okay, okay, enough!” You laugh, relenting. Feeling the way your cheeks burn and not-so-secretly relishing in his teasing. “Babe, I know you never had the tradition of celebrating before but cake is an absolute necessity. This isn’t a favor. You don’t have to repay me for it.”

“I’m going to thank you anyways,” his voice softens once more, arms loosely wrapping themselves around your waist like second nature- right where they belong. “You’re so happy when it’s my birthday, it’s almost as if it were your own.”

“I’m happier, actually,” you correct with a giggle as you begin to divide portions of the mixture. Saeyoung watches intently from over your shoulder.

“It kinda…” you murmur, tilting your head slightly while focusing on your task. Bottom lip catching between your teeth. “It may as well be my birthday too, really. What would my life be without you?”

He absolutely melts as you turn in his arms and look up at him with that shy smile of yours. After all these years of being married and getting married again (and again), these little things you do never fail to knock the wind right out his lungs.

“You’d be just fine, pretty,” Saeyoung says like you have no choice but to believe him. “It’s me who’d have a drastically different life. Although, I do think that I’d still be funnier than whoever you would’ve ended up with.”

Both your laughs fill the kitchen as you fold colors into the icing, glancing up and nodding at him in agreement.

“That’s true. No one is funnier than you,” You smile, then after a beat, a thought pops into your mind and pulls a laugh from your chest.

“Except maybe, your coworker-”

“HEY!” Saeyoung interjects immediately with a childish sounding whine at this very big age of his. He lifts a finger and starts to say “Just because they’re as good at teasing me as you are-”

“I’m kidding,” you let go of the bowl and spatula in favor of grabbing his face in both hands and planting an obnoxious smack to his lips. “How was work, anyways? Did they have anything for you?”

Your husband is still a little lovestruck and dumbfounded from the kiss you gave him, the look on his face practically cartoonish. At the question, he blinks a little and physically shakes his head out of it. He hopes you don’t notice, but of course you do.

You always do.

“Hah,” Saeyoung chuckles, crossing his arms proudly as he watches you begin your crumb coat. “You know how Madame is, they pretend I’m an absolute pain in the ass-”

“Which you are,” you state matter-of-factly in between his sentence.

“Which I am!” He grins, hands now at his hips. With every word Saeyoung says, his voice gradually softens. “But I know I’m Vanderwood’s favorite. They got me a little gift and greeted me. Covered for me a bit too so I could leave early, that’s why I had time to get flowers for my beloved.”

“That was so sweet of them,” you smile fondly as you work the icing. Silently wondering how he’d react to your own gift. “Maybe you could bring leftover cake for them tomorrow, if…”

“Between you, me, and my brother-” Saeyoung laughs and raises a brow, one hand on the counter when he leans his face a bit closer to yours.

“Sorry,” you look up at him sheepishly. “It’s not my fault that Saeran also has a sweet tooth! And you, your mouth is kinda like a vacuum-”

“Or your cooking is simply the best, baby,” he shrugs without missing a beat, smiling all smug in that way he always does. Rolling your eyes and snickering, your fingers deliver a flick to the bridge of his glasses. Saeyoung’s laughter sounds like the stars themselves.

“He’s not working late tonight, is he?” You ask him, carefully cleaning up the first layer of frosting on the cake with a scraper. Slow and steady. Buying yourself a little more time.

“Naaah, I made sure he’d be here in time for dinner,” Saeyoung answers, none the wiser. So blissfully unaware of what you’re about to spring on him- his voice still so playful and full of mirth. “We’re all celebrating together whether he likes it or not!”

“That’s good,” you nod, and your nerves look like you’re simply focused on your task. Really, you were a genius for planning this the way you did. Saeyoung could read you like the back of his hand at this point. It was hard enough hiding something from him.

“Anything I can help you with?” He asks, noticing the look on your face. “You know, it’s fine if it isn’t really super perfect. It’s still gonna taste good, so you don’t have to-”

“Hush,” you lift the cake by the board as he reassures you, moving it to cool the crumb coat in the fridge so it can set. This is it, you say to yourself in your head. It’s time to tell him. With a deep breath, you calm yourself before giving Saeyoung your gift.

“It’s okay, just help me clean these up,” you say, turning to face him once more and walking back to the table, reaching for the used measuring cups and bowls. He nods and easily follows your instructions, bringing this and that to the sink.

You give yourself three seconds of stalling, before finally–

“Actually,” you tell him. “Can you check the oven for me? I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave anything in there, but I might’ve…” you trail off, watching as Saeyoung doesn’t even question your words. He reaches for the oven door and pulls it open.

Saeyoung’s brows furrow at what he sees, because this is strange. He knows how you bake bread. There’s usually a tray for the dough, but this- right on the iron rack of the oven? When you weren’t even baking bread in the first place?

“Why is there just one, singular bun in the-” he says as he cautiously taps it twice to check its temperature before pulling the bread out, his eyes widening at the sight of the white stick poked into the back of it. This…

Could it really be…?

Saeyoung’s hands tremble as he takes the stick out, seeing the two distinct lines that could only mean one thing.

“This isn’t a prank, is it?” he says in disbelief, setting down the bun in favor of running a hand up his forehead to clutch at his ginger strands as he stares at the positive pregnancy test. “You’re- This is-”

“There’s a bun in the oven, yes,” you supply for him with a soft giggle, walking up to where he stands and closing the oven door. Pressing a tender kiss to his cheek, you say ever so softly-

“Happy birthday, dad.”

All of a sudden, Saeyoung drops to his knees, hugging you around your waist and pulling you close. He’s quiet for a moment, and you take this time to run your fingers through his hair, a soft sigh escaping your lips. At the feeling, Saeyoung leans into your touch, his gaze lifting to meet your own.

The way he looks up at you, almost like you’re a deity, honey-amber eyes shining in the sunlight as he kneels down before you…

Yeah. This is the man you married.

Your Saeyoung.

What could you ever be so worried about?

“God…” Saeyoung murmurs, and you feel his fingertips against your skin, pushing up your shirt just enough to expose your stomach. You’re not showing yet, nowhere near it, but he starts kissing all over your tummy anyways.

“Hi baby,” he talks to the life you created together in the hopes that his words reach it, pressing his lips to your skin again and again.

“I can’t believe your mommy gave me the best gift…” Saeyoung trails off, his grip on your shirt growing tighter. His words have a way of trespassing every single barrier and going straight to your heart.

“... the best gift that I could ever ask for,” he rasps, and your eyes meet. Both glistening with so much emotion. Your mirror, always, every single time.

“Yeah?” You find yourself murmuring softly, fingers tenderly brushing against his face as you cup his cheek.

“Yeah,” he echoes, just as soft, and you’re taking off his glasses, bending down to press your lips to his forehead.

You think you hear a sniffle. But then Saeyoung is tickling you, and you erupt into laughter. The both of you. You’re in his arms on the kitchen floor and he’s leaning down, kissing you all over your face.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he proclaims with every little kiss. “Did I tell you that yet? Honey, I love you.”

And then he’s blowing a raspberry on your stomach.

“Saeyou- babe! Hey-!” You struggle between fits of laughter.

“Do you think the baby gets tickled like thi-” and just like that, Saeyoung is blowing another raspberry before you can even process his question.

“I don’t think that’s how it w- ah!”

“I think it’s worth a shot! Just let me try again-”

Saeyoung only stops when you’ve run out of breath from laughing. In his arms, he’s looking down at you like you hung the very stars in the sky. Like you’re the one who set all the planets in motion.

And just like gravity, he’s falling into you. Kissing you deeply.

Your eyes flutter shut just as your heart does in your chest. He makes the stupid thing grow wings and flap against your ribcage.

He doesn’t pull away just yet, his forehead resting on yours. He chuckles softly, eyes still closed.

“Every single time,” he whispers, lashes parting to reveal those eyes you love so much. “Fizzy. So fizzy.”

“Fizzy,” a soft laugh escapes your lips.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Like when the soda bubbles are all in your chest if you drink too fast-”

You shake your head fondly at him, feeling the heat grow in your cheeks, the color rising to match his hair. Will you ever tire of the way Saeyoung says these things?

“I can’t believe this man is going to be the father of my children,” you sigh rather dramatically.

“Oh, believe it, baby!” Saeyoung grins all goofy, lips pulled wide across his cheeks, exposing his teeth. “Because we’re having one.”

His voice softens, and his hand gently rests above the beating life in your womb.

“We’re having a baby.”

And so tonight, you have dinner with your husband and his brother. Together, you break the news to Saeran, who is ecstatic about being an uncle. Sure enough, the three of you get really close to finishing the cake you baked- the top having half cherries and half strawberries. While the twins are distracted and discussing anything and everything about having a baby, the doorbell rings.

You have to stifle a giggle.

“I’ll get it,” you say as you pass the two, gently touching their shoulders on the way to the door.

“You really thought you could celebrate without me?” Saeyoung hears it and laughs, knowing that voice and that soft click clack of their boots anywhere.

“You invited Madame?” Your husband asks as you return to the table.

“Of course they did,” Vanderwood snickers, but immediately smiles softly and nods at Saeran when the last slice of cake is passed to them. “Happy birthday, both of you.”

You take out the soju and as the night goes on, bottle after bottle is emptied by your little but growing family. Mostly by the tallest member of it. As the celebrations begin to ebb, so do your guests, bidding you and your husband good night.

“I’m really happy for you, you know?” Saeran says to his brother softly as they stand in the driveway, the twins clutching each others hands.

“I know,” Saeyoung murmurs, pulling Saeran into a hug and whispering into his ear. “Thank you. Happy birthday to us, Sae.”

“Happy birthday to us,” Saeran echoes, squeezing Saeyoung gently before letting go. “I’m gonna be the best uncle ever!” He declares into the universe before getting into his car and driving away, leaving Saeyoung chuckling to himself.

After cleaning up in the kitchen, you wonder what’s taking him so long to come back inside. You find him leaning against the doorframe, staring up at the sky, the cool night air kissing his cheek.

“Hey,” you say softly, gently squeezing Saeyoung’s arm to get his attention. “You okay?”

“Yeah?” Saeyoung is pulled from his thoughts, attention shifting from the stars to his star.

“Yeah,” he says again softly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss into your hair. “More than okay.”

“Tell me what’s in that brain of yours,” you murmur, looking up at your husband, chin on his shoulder. “What are you thinking?”

“So,” he grins, and it’s so distracting that you ignore how you know he’s hiding his real thoughts. “You think since Saeran and I are twins, that maybe-”

“Choi Saeyoung! You’re going to make me carry two-”

He laughs and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all, delivering a swift smack to your butt. You’re squealing and clinging onto him for dear life as he closes the front door before carrying you upstairs.

“Now that’s a thought. Maybe you’ve only got one in your little belly. I ought to give you one more, our baby might get lonely-”

“Yah! I don’t think that’s how it works-” you try to reason with him, but it falls on deaf ears. Saeyoung is already laying you down in bed. Already hovering on top of you. In the moonlight just like this, your shadows look like one.

“Let me try anyways,” Saeyoung whispers, lips a breadth away from yours. “Let me love you all over again.”

And in closing the gap between your lips, you give him the same answer you’ve always given him: yes.

In this lifetime and the next. A million times over.

Yes.

a/n: hi! admittedly, i’m a little rusty. haven’t written mysmes since the last work i posted here, but it’s saeyoung’s birthday 🥹 and it’s about time i wrote him a little fic, something more than my little poems every year (it’s the 4th year i am celebrating). so, apologies if it’s 1- not very canon (?) and 2- self-indulgent. i honestly just sat here and then this happened. well, actually i sat here, this happened, i got busy, and then this happened again. i really meant to post this last year but the letter had to do because i got busy with my thesis and graduation!! plus i tried to make it gender neutral as much as possible but i didn’t know how not to use ‘mommy.’ ㅠ ㅠ