Dinners with Jongin were always full of love, laughs, and secret skinship. It didn’t matter if you were sitting in a quiet corner of a cozy restaurant or curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table littered with takeout boxes—every meal felt like a private universe built just for the two of you.

Sharing food was practically a love language for him. Jongin would always pick out the absolute best bite—the tenderest cut from his plate—and press it gently toward you before you even had the chance to ask.

“Try this,” he murmured, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners as you took the bite. “I saved the best part for you.”

“You always do that,” you laughed softly, resting your hand on his knee underneath the table.

His hand immediately slid over yours, fingers lacing together in a warm, familiar hold. Even with the quiet hum of the room around you, that secret contact under the table made your heart flutter just like it did on day one. Every single day offered a new way of falling in love with him, but tonight carried a sweet, quiet weight. It was your first anniversary and you two tried to make it extra special by sharing a delicious dinner and exchanging those little gifts you’d both been wanting.

“Happy one year, my sweet girl,” Jongin said softly, leaning across the table just enough for his forehead to lightly graze yours, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “I’d share my food with you for a hundred more.”

“Will I get the last bite of dessert?” you teased, squeezing his hand underneath the table.

He let out a rich, quiet laugh, shaking his head before leaning in to press a warm kiss to your cheek. “Always.”

“Happy anniversary, Nini.”

When dinner finally came to an end, neither of you was in any rush to get back. Wrapping your coat tighter around yourself, you stepped out into the night alongside him, your fingers instinctively seeking his.

Jongin immediately pulled your hand into his jacket pocket, enveloping your chilly fingers in his familiar warmth. Walking side by side, the next thirty minutes belonged entirely to the two of you as you traded stories about your week—the tiny frustrations, the ridiculous moments that made you laugh, and every idle thought in between.

“I missed you so much this week,” he admitted softly, pausing beneath the warm glow of a streetlight.

Before you could reply, he stepped in front of you, wrapping his arms securely around your waist and pulling you into a deep, lingering hug. You buried your face into the nook of his shoulder, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, murmuring soft words into your hair while gently swaying you back and forth right there on the sidewalk.

Every few blocks, the walking would slow to a complete stop. What started as stolen kisses and quiet giggles turned into pauses where time seemed to suspend entirely. Jongin would cup your cheeks with both of his hands, his thumbs softly tracing your jawline before pulling you in, taking his time to kiss you like it was the very first time.

Anyone who saw the two of you could tell instantly: you were hopelessly, undeniably in love.

The moment the front door clicked shut behind you, Jongin didn’t waste a second. Before you could even reach for the light switch, his hands found your waist in the dim entry hall, pulling you flush against him.

His lips met yours again, warmer now, filled with an urgent sweetness that made your head spin. Without breaking the kiss, his long fingers deftly unbuttoned your coat, easing it off your shoulders and letting it slide forgotten onto the floor. His hands immediately traveled up to cup your face, his palms warm against your skin as his thumb softly traced the line of your cheekbone.

You reached up, your fingers tracing a slow path from the warm curve of his neck up into the soft strands of his hair, pulling him as close as physically possible.

A quiet, breathy laugh hummed against your lips before Jongin shifted his weight. In one smooth, fluid movement, he slid one arm behind your back and the other beneath your knees, sweeping you up into his arms. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your lips locked with his as he carried you down the dimly lit hallway toward the bedroom.

Every step felt weightless. Jongin never stopped kissing you—soft, deep, lingering presses of his lips that left you breathless—even as he navigated the dark room and carefully lowered you onto the mattress.

He hovered over you for a heart-stopping second, his eyes searching yours in the soft moonlight filtering through the window, before leaning down to press one more tender kiss to your forehead, his heart beating fast against yours.

Jongin didn’t pull far away. He straightened up just enough to strip off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor before reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head in one easy motion.

You sat up slightly, your hands moving to do the same, shedding your top until there was nothing left between the cool night air and the warmth of his gaze.

When his eyes met yours, your heart took a sharp, fluttering dive. The intensity in his dark eyes felt so reverent, so completely consumed by you, that it was as if he were seeing you for the very first time. He dropped back down onto the bed, shifting over you, his broad hands sliding up your ribs with a gentle, deliberate heat.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jongin whispered, his voice dark and laced with a quiet, undeniable possessiveness. “So gorgeous.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right beneath your jaw, his warm breath fanning against your skin as he spoke against your collarbone.

“I don’t think you realize what you do to me,” he murmured, his hand moving to gently trace the curve of your waist, holding you firmly against him.

He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes drinking in every detail of your face as his thumb softly stroked your cheek.

“I’m never letting you go, love,” he breathed, a sweet, possessive smile touching his lips right before he leaned in to capture your mouth once again.

Wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders, you pulled him down until he was resting fully over you, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours until there was no space left between you. Dressed in nothing but your underwear, the sudden, intoxicating contact made a quiet gasp slip from your lips.

“Jongin,” you whispered, your fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back, pulling him even closer. “I want you.”

A low, needy breath escaped his chest against your neck. His touch was no longer just gentle—it felt like pure fire, searing everywhere his hands roamed as he traced the curves of your waist and pressed you deeper into the mattress. He was desperate, every movement driven by a burning urge to show you just how entirely you owned him.

“Shit,” Jongin groaned against your mouth, his lips taking yours in a kiss so deep and urgent it left you dizzy. He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes ablaze as he looked down at you. “You have no idea how crazy you make me.”

“Show me,” you breathed, cupping his face, your thumb tracing his lower lip before pulling his head back down to yours. “Show me, Nini.”

“Fuck… baby,” he murmured between frantic, heat-filled kisses that trailed down your jaw, to your throat, and over your collarbone, almost touching the necklace he gave you that night. “You’re so gorgeous... so sweet... all mine.”

“Yours,” you gasped, arching up into his fiery touch as his hands slid down your hips, gripping you tightly. “Only yours.”

“Only mine,” he growled softly, a possessive, breathtaking smile brushing your lips as he captured your mouth once more, his whole body trembling with the intensity of how much he wanted you.

With a swift, practiced motion, he unhooked your bra and tossed it aside, his chest heaving as his eyes swept over you with unshielded adoration. Jongin leaned back down, trailing a path of feverish kisses from your parted lips, down the slope of your neck, over your breast, and your nipples. Every touch sent a sharp spike of heat through you, making your eyes flutter shut as a floating, weightless sensation washed over your entire body.

His mouth continued its searing descent, burning down over your stomach toward the dip of your hips. But as his lips brushed against your waist, a wave of nervous anticipation surged through you.

“Jongin—!” Reaching down, your fingers found his jaw, gently catching his face to stop his progress and pull him back up.

Jongin paused instantly, hoisting himself up on his forearms so his dark gaze met yours. “Hey…” he murmured softly, all the desperation in his eyes softening into pure tenderness. “What’s wrong, baby? Want me to stop?”

“No!” Your cheeks flushed hot under his gaze. Looking up at him, you swallowed shyly, your fingers stroking his hair as you whispered, “I... I just need you. Right now. Please.”

Understanding flashed through his eyes in a heartbeat, a low, breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “Why didn’t you just say so, angel?” Jongin purred against your skin.

Without breaking eye contact, his hand reached down to hook into the band of your remaining clothes, sliding them off in one fluid motion and discarding them over the edge of the bed. In the next breath, he was shifting back over you, his weight pressing comfortably into yours as his mouth claimed yours once more—deep, reassuring, and completely breathless.

Your hands trembled slightly as they slid down to the waistband of his boxers, a sudden wave of bashfulness washing over you. Jongin caught the brief hesitation and let out a breathless, fond chuckle. He reached down to cover your hands with his, guiding your fingers to help slide the fabric down his legs until he tossed it aside, leaving nothing between you.

“Look at me, angel,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek, your jaw, and finally the corner of your mouth. “Don’t be shy with me. Not tonight.”

His voice was so soft, so completely steeped in love, that a sudden rush of butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach. He cradled the side of your face with his palm, his thumb gently smoothing over your flushed cheek as he looked down at you with unwavering devotion.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, his gaze searching yours. “You’re my whole world, y’know that?”

“I know,” you breathed back, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips and pulling him close. “I love you too, Nini.”

With a slow, remarkably fluid movement, he aligned himself and pushed forward, sliding inside you. A quiet whimper escaped your lips at the sudden fullness, the intense heat of the connection taking your breath away.

Jongin froze instantly, his body tense as he hovered over you. “You okay?” he whispered, his eyes wide with concern as he leaned down to kiss away the tremor on your lips. “Did I hurt you?”

“No... no, it feels good,” you whispered, arching up slightly to kiss him back. “So good.”

Jongin let out a relieved sigh against your lips, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm that was agonizingly gentle. Every movement was filled with such reverence and care that it dissolved any remaining tension. No matter how many times you had shared this closeness over the past year, moments like this with Jongin always felt remarkably, beautifully like the very first time.

Jongin kept the pace agonizingly slow, setting a deep, steady rhythm that set every nerve ending in your body on fire. There was no rush, only the heavy, sweet weight of him over you and the intoxicating warmth of his skin. Every time he pushed deep inside, a soft whimper spilled from your lips directly into his mouth, making him hum in approval against your lips.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, your fingers tangled wildly into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging tightly to pull his face down closer to yours.

A low, gravelly groan ripped from Jongin’s chest at the sudden friction. His body jolted, his grip on your waist tightening so hard his knuckles turned white. The sudden burst of pleasure darkened his eyes, a dangerous, breathless heat flashing across his features.

“Fuck,” he rasped, resting his forehead against yours as his chest heaved, his hips stalling for a heart-stopping second. “Baby... do that again. Please.”

You held his intense, darkened gaze, the raw need in his voice sending a thrilling shiver straight down your spine. Meeting his eyes, you tightened your grip on his hair once more, pulling firmly.

Watching the way his eyelashes fluttered, his lips parting in a sharp gasp as his head tilted back, sent a sudden surge of heat straight through you. Your inner walls clenched tightly around him in response, catching him completely off guard.

Jongin let out an undone, desperate sound, his composure shattering entirely. “God—you’re killing me,” he gasped.

You pulled him down into a desperate, messy kiss, tasting the breathless gasps on his lips as the slow, sweet evening spiraled into pure, wild heat. Your nails dug deep into the smooth muscles of his back, leaving faint red tracks as you held onto him for dear life. That was all it took for Jongin to completely lose what little restraint he had left.

His movements grew deeper, faster, driving into you with a relentless, rhythm-shattering pace that pushed every sound right out of your chest. The quiet whimpers turned into breathless, shameless moans, echoing in the dim bedroom—his own heavy groans and desperate gasps filling the air between your mouths.

“Fuck—baby,” Jongin gasped out, his voice thick, raspy, and dripping with raw pleasure. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips searing hot against your skin as he pushed deeper. “You feel so good... so tight around me.”

“Ah—Jongin.” Every hard thrust made you gasp his name, your hips lifting instinctively to meet his.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he growled softly into your ear, his hands hooking beneath your thighs to pull you even closer, driving impossibly deeper inside. “Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Jongin—it feels—” you sobbed out, your hands sliding up to clutch at his broad shoulders, completely lost in the overwhelming waves crashing over you. “Good… so good.”

“You’re doing so well for me,” he praised, his voice a soft, breathless praise between the hard, fast rhythm of his hips. “So perfect. I love you, god—I love you so much…”

“I-I love you, too,” you whimpered.

Jongin lifted his head, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes searching yours through the dim light, capturing your lips in a messy, desperate kiss that tasted like breathless surrender as he drove you straight to the edge.

He could feel the intense, rhythmic pulsing of your body wrapping tightly around him, signaling just how close you were to the edge. The unbearable heat, paired with the way you were clinging to him, shattered the last bit of his control. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Baby... I’m—I’m so close,” Jongin panted into your ear, his voice strained and trembling, trying to give you a breathless warning.

Instead of pulling away, you wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter, locking him in place and pulling his hips flush against yours.

A ragged moan tore from his throat—a sound that was far more surrender than any kind of warning. Making love to you like this, pouring himself entirely into you for the very first time, was a dream he had held quietly in his heart for so long. The reality of it made him completely weak.

“Baby—”

“Jongin, please—I want—I need you,” you cried out, your fingers digging into his back as the first intense wave of your climax crashed over you.

“Fuck... god—yes,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he wrapped his arms fiercely around you, pulling you impossibly close as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

His entire body trembled, muscles locking up as he groaned deeply into your skin, pouring himself into you in heavy, overwhelming surges. The intense, deep sensation drove you completely over the edge, your body clenching around his in a frantic, shattering release, moaning nonstop.

For a long moment, neither of you could move or speak. The room was silent save for the heavy, tangled sound of your breathless gasps and the frantic beating of your hearts pressed tightly together.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, breathless. “Nini…”

“God—I love you so, so much, angel,” Jongin whispered against your collarbone, his voice raspy and completely spent, pressing tender, lingering kisses to your damp skin as he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. “Happy anniversary.”

“I love you. Happy anniversary, Nini,” you replied softly, your voice a gentle, breathless murmur as you stroked the damp hair at the nape of his neck. A deep, quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, leaving you feeling utterly cherished.

Jongin didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted his weight to the side, taking you with him so you were wrapped tightly in his arms, your head resting against his chest right over his fast, steady heartbeat.

He pulled the heavy blanket up over both of your shoulders, shielding you from the cool air of the room. His long legs tangled with yours, and his hands smoothed over your back in slow, soothing strokes, refusing to leave even an inch of space between you.

“You okay?” he asked softly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “Not too sore?”

“I’m perfect,” you whispered, smiling against his warm skin as you tightened your hold around his waist. “Just... really happy.”

Jongin let out a low, contented hum, his chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. He pressed a trail of soft, feather-light kisses across your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, and finally over your lips.

“You’re so sweet to me,” he murmured between the gentle presses of his lips, his dark eyes shining with pure adoration. “I mean it, baby. Having you here... loving you like this... it’s everything to me. Thank you for loving me so much.”

“I do love you so much, Nini,” you murmured back, reaching up to gently trace his jawline with your fingertips. “My sweet bear.”

Jongin surely loved when you called him like that. “I-I love you more,” he insisted softly, a small, sleepy, shy smile curving his lips as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, pulling you even closer. “A thousand times more.”

“what?”

“nothing, go on. keep ignoring me.”

you reach out to gently pinch his leg through his sweatpants, grinning when he yelps. “stop being so dramatic. you don't want her to go to sleep hungry, do you?”

“of course not...”

“then let me finish this.”

you can feel chanyeol stare intensely at you as your cat finishes her food. finally, she's done, jumping out of your lap and slinking away to her spot on the sofa. you put her dish away and come back to stand next to chanyeol, mimicking his pose.

“hi, handsome,” you say, brushing some hair away from his forehead so you can see his eyes better.

“stop trying to charm me.”

“is it working?”

“shh,” he pouts, pulling you closer to himself.

“so...what did you want to talk about?”

“...it's silly.”

“can't be, otherwise it wouldn't be bothering you,” you say, booping his nose. “what's up?”

chanyeol sighs. “promise you won't laugh at me?”

“promise.”

“okay. i think...”

“oh, you do?”

“babe, i swear—” now it's your turn to get pinched by chanyeol.

“sorry,” you giggle, batting his hand away. “i'll shut up now.”

“hmph.”

you shift to sit on the counter so that chanyeol can stand between your legs. here, you're the same height as he is. for once. you extend your arms and chanyeol falls into them unfailingly.

“what is it, babe?” you ask, rubbing his back.

chanyeol stiffens a little. “i just...i don't think i'll be...a very good cat dad.”

you pull away to look at him. he sounds serious about it.

“it's been three weeks since i got her, yeollie. you've been hanging out with her for most of that time.”

chanyeol shrugs. “yeah, but...i was in practice yesterday.”

“okay?”

“and i forgot to feed my tamagotchi.”

“...and?”

“and? what if i forget to feed the baby one day? what if i come back late from practice and go straight to bed? she's going to hate me,” he whines, burying his face in your neck. “she'll scratch me and hiss at me and—”

“fall asleep on you?”

“no, what—”

“i saw you sleeping on the sofa yesterday,” you say, a smile on your face as you remember last evening. “she was right on your chest. didn't move even when you snored.”

chanyeol sighs, his breath tickling your skin.

“want to know something?”

“what?” he asks, looking at you.

you pull out your phone and show him your lockscreen. it's a picture of chanyeol and your baby, cozy and cuddled up together under the dim lights of your living room.

“i look terrible!” chanyeol exclaims instantly, grabbing your phone to look at himself. “why's my mouth open like that?”

“that's what you're focusing on?” you chastise him. “what about my entire world crammed together in one corner of the sofa?”

chanyeol's eyes soften. “we're...your world?”

“did you even doubt that?”

“no,” he says, hand on yours. “you never let me.”

it had been two days since baekhyun returned from his world tour. he still hadn't been able to visit you, tied up with company schedules and meetings, but the moment he finally stepped into your apartment, everything else seemed to fade away.

you were sitting on the couch when his eyes found yours, a soft smile spread across his lips. without hesitation, he walked straight over and pulled you into a warm embrace. there it was—his familiar cologne, the one you could recognize anywhere.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "i missed you so much." you left a few tiny kisses on his cheek. his smile only grew wider.

"i missed you way more," he laughed, tightening his arms around you as he gently ruffled your hair. he buried his face against the top of your head for a moment, quietly taking in the comforting scent he'd missed for weeks before pressing a couple of soft kisses to your hair.

you pulled back just enough to pout at him, "no, i missed you way more~" that was all it took to awaken your competitive boyfriend. "no, baby," he said with a dramatic sigh, placing a finger against your lips. "you missed me... but i missed you so much i almost died."

he wore such a serious expression that you nearly believed him. you rolled your eyes with a laugh."you're so dramatic." "but... i really did miss you," you admitted, your voice growing softer. "it was so lonely without you. the apartment was way too quiet... no singing, no screaming..."

baekhyun's expression melted. he gently cupped your cheeks before showering your face with quick, affectionate kisses until you couldn't stop smiling. "did you really miss me that much?" he asked, searching your face with a fond smile.

you nodded immediately, still pouting a little, "of course i did." his smirk returned in an instant as he leaned in forward, lips inches away from yours. "can you prove it?" something darker flickered behind his gaze. his fingers caught your chin. "can you really prove you missed me?"

you understood exactly what he wanted. your fingers slid between his, gripping the hand that held you. "i missed you so much that i've been thinking about you every night with my fingers buried in my pussy."

the filthy confession made his cock twitch hard against his pants. he exhaled, the warm breath ghosting across your lips. "and?"

"and I'm so fucking wet right now," you gripped his hair, to which he groaned, "i need you so bad..."

that broke whatever restraint he had left. baekhyun seized your jaw and crashed his mouth onto yours. tongues slid together, teeth clashing. you sucked on his invading tongue and earned a low moan from his throat.

he nipped your bottom lip, then you shoved at his chest, pushing him back onto the couch so you could straddle his lap. his hands immediately gripped your hips, kneading the flesh while you rolled your pelvis down against the hard bulge beneath you. your arms looped around his neck.

he attacked your throat, biting and sucking until your skin bloomed red. his hands roamed everywhere at once. you yanked his shirt off, palms gliding over his back, raising goosebumps. he stripped your shirt away and discovered you wore nothing underneath. his fingers found your stiff nipples and pinched. "you're such a tease, you know that?"

You grinned. "learned from the best." you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. in one swift motion he flipped you onto your back. he hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs. "you're so fucking wet...can't live without me?"

his words only made you drip more. he kissed a path down your breasts and stomach, teeth scraping, tongue tasting. your toes curled. when he finally reached your core he didn't give in right away. hot breath washed over your folds. he licked and kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs instead.

"hyun… please~" he smirked against your skin. "mmh?" (bro thinks he's kai) his chuckle vibrated through you.

finally he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned in relief. he teased at first, light licks that made you whine, then he flattened his tongue and lapped at you with purpose. he sucked your swollen clit between his lips and your back arched hard off the couch. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open while he devoured you.

your body arched sharply as his tongue dragged through your soaked folds, the wet heat of his mouth sending sparks straight to your core. he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs tremble around his head. his tongue flicked your swollen clit in quick, deliberate strokes before he sealed his lips around it and sucked hard, pulling a broken moan from your throat.

"huck—baek," you gasped, fingers twisting into his hair. your hips bucked up against his face, but his hands pinned your thighs open, keeping you spread for his tongue. he licked you with purpose, long, slow drags that collected every drop of your arousal before circling your entrance and pushing inside. your walls fluttered around the intrusion, needy and desperate.

he pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your wetness. "you taste so fuckin' good," he murmured, then dove back in, tongue fucking into you while his nose brushed your clit.

every wet sound filled the room. his mouth working you over, your slick dripping down his chin. your toes curled hard against the couch cushions as he sucked your clit again, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning.

the stretch made you cry out. he pumped them deep, curling against that spot that made your vision blur while his tongue never stopped. your thighs shook around his head, muscles tensing as the pleasure built fast and sharp. "don't stop—please," you begged, voice cracking. baekhyun moaned into your cunt like he was starving for it, fingers thrusting harder, faster, his free hand gripping your ass to hold you still.

your orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through you so suddenly your back bowed off the couch. your pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing as you came hard, wetness flooding his tongue. he didn't pull away. he licked you through it, drinking every drop, tongue gentle now but still working your oversensitive clit until you were whimpering and pushing at his shoulders.

he finally lifted his head, lips and chin glistening, eyes dark with hunger. "i thought i was supposed to prove it to you?" you managed to say, though your voice came out weaker and breathier than you intended. your thighs trembled slightly as you pushed yourself up, the muscles still twitching from the aftershocks of his mouth.

you began to crawl up the length of his body, your knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dragging the heat of your wet center against the rough fabric of his shirt.

his cock strained against his pants, the outline unmistakable and rigid, trapped behind the zipper and button of his slacks. the heat radiating from him was palpable, a desperate throb that you could feel even through the layers of clothing. you paused your ascent, hovering right over the bulge, grinding down just enough to make him hiss.

"yeehaw~" you winked, letting the playful drawl hang in the air between you, he chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest where it hovered near his. the corners of his eyes crinkled, forming into half-crescents.

you freed him from his slacks, tugging the fabric down just enough to let his cock spring free. it slapped heavily against his stomach, rock hard and flushed a deep, angry red. the vein along the underside pulsed visibly. he laid his head back against the hand rest of the couch, exposing the long line of his throat, his chest heaving slightly.

"aren't you the desperate one?" you smirked, looking down at him with a raised brow. your fingers danced lightly along his length, not gripping, just teasing the sensitive skin with the very tips of your nails.

"so come and ride me, please baby..." he said, his voice dripping with a mocking desperation that was clearly to provoke you. he bucked his hips slightly, trying to urge your hand into a firmer grip, but you pulled back just enough to keep the contact maddeningly light.

you scoffed, shaking your head at his impatience. your hand finally closed around him, wrapping your fingers tight around the thick girth of his cock. you didn't move immediately, just holding him there, feeling the frantic beat of his pulse against your skin.

then, you moved your hand up and down in a devastatingly slow pace. you dragged your palm from the base to the tip, twisting your wrist slightly at the head, before sliding back down just as slowly. it was a rhythm designed to tease without giving any relief.

he let out a moan, his voice cracking with genuine desperation. "faster..." he groaned, his head pressing harder into the hand rest, his eyes squeezing shut.

you stopped your hand at the top, right under the glans, and squeezed his tip hard, cutting off the building pleasure. "what? didn't hear you..." you leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear, enjoying the way his entire body tensed beneath you.

he exhaled sharply, a long, ragged breath that signaled his defeat. he stopped trying to buck his hips, surrendering to your pace. your hand moved again, a bit faster this time, but still nowhere near enough to grant him the friction he needed to get off. it was a tease, a promise of what could be if he behaved.

"baby, please..." his words came out muffled, half-buried in the cushion as he turned his face away, his restraint fraying at the edges. seeing him unravel beneath you, the control shifting entirely into your hands, you decided to grant him what he needed—but on your terms.

you finally shifted under him, sliding your body down the couch until you were prone, your legs falling open to accommodate him. he moved instantly, covering your body with his own, the weight of him grounding and intoxicating.

he reached down, lining himself up, and entered you inch by inch. the stretch was intense, a slow burn that bordered on overwhelming. both of you let out a moan at the contact, a harmony of relief and need. your slickness made it easier to slide him in, your walls clamping around him, pulling him deeper. he didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours.

he anchored your waist with his hands, his grip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as if he never intended to let you go. the connection was absolute, the heat between you reaching a boiling point as the teasing finally gave way to the raw reality of him inside you.

the rhythm didn't wait for permission. he withdrew almost to the tip, the thick head of his cock catching on your rim, before slamming back into you with a force that drove the air from your lungs. the couch springs groaned in protest under the assault.

a metallic counterpoint to the wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin. his hands, previously anchored at your waist, began to wander with possessive intent. palms traced the curve of your hips before sliding down to the backs of your thighs. he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them up and back, folding you nearly in half.

the position left you completely exposed, your pussy spread open and helpless against the relentless battering of his hips. baekhyun drove deeper with this new angle, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl. you gasped, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the cushions above your head as he set a punishing pace.

the scent of sex—musk, sweat, and the sharp tang of your own arousal filled the small space, thick enough to taste.

baekhyun leaned down, the heat of his chest radiating against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his breath was a scorching wave against your damp skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. "you feel that?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your throat. "i'm gon' fuck you so hard, til you can't walk,"

he punctuated the promise with a sharp snap of his hips, drawing a ragged moan from your lips. his teeth grazed the sensitive pulse point below your ear, not quite biting, just threatening it. "you're going to take it, right?" you bobbed your head at his lewd words.

the pressure inside you built rapidly, a tightening coil of heat low in your belly. the friction of his shaft dragging against your inner walls was electric, sending jolts of pleasure shooting down your spine.

you could feel the orgasm coming, a wave just about to break. your breath hitched, your muscles tensed, and you tilted your hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for that final push over the edge.

"please," you whimpered, the word tearing itself from your throat. "i'm so close—"

he knew. he felt the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, the sign of your release and just as you squirmed against him, he stopped.

he buried himself to the hilt and held still, his hips flush against yours, denying you the friction you needed to fall. the sudden stillness was torture. you whined, a high, frustrated sound, and bucked your hips trying to create the movement yourself, but his grip on your thighs was iron. he held you pinned, impaled on his cock but unable to move.

"you wanna come so bad?," he grinned, the smugness evident in the dark lilt of his voice. "beg for it properly,"

the denial hung heavy in the air, the pulsing need in your core refusing to subside. it throbbed around him, an ache that demanded satisfaction but his game had backfired. the frustration didn't break you; it sharpened you. the teasing, the control, it had all been a start to this. you weren't just going to beg; you were going to take.

you mustered every ounce of strength you had, you locked your gaze on his. the playfulness was gone, replaced by a fierce, hungry determination. you pushed against his chest, using the momentum to surprise him. he faltered, his balance shifting on the narrow couch. seizing the opening, you rolled your hips, using the weight of your body to flip him over.

baekhyun landed on his back with a grunt, and before he could recover, you straddled him. his cock, still hard and slick with your arousal, stood against his stomach. you didn't hesitate, you sank down on him in one smooth motion, taking him deep until your ass met his thighs.

the angle was different now—deeper, fuller. you braced your hands on his chest, your nails digging into the hard muscle there. "my turn," you breathed, a smirk playing on your lips as you began to move.

you started slow, a deliberate roll of your hips that ground your clit against his pelvic bone. you watched his face, saw his eyes widen and his jaw go slack as you took control of the rhythm. you teased him, rising up until just the head remained inside, pausing to let him feel the empty air, then slamming back down. you set the pace now, fast, hard, and merciless.

the power dynamic had shifted in an instant. he gripped your hips, his fingers digging in your skin, but he wasn't guiding you anymore; he was holding on for dear life. your thighs burning with the exertion, the slap of skin growing louder and wetter.

"fuck," he gritted out, his head falling back against the couch cushion. "you look so good like this.."

"you should've behaved properly" you shot back, clearing provoking him, riding him harder, the friction building that familiar coil again, but this time you took the lead. you could feel him swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he lost his composure. his breathing turned ragged, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

the sight of him coming undone beneath you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the friction against your clit; it was too much. the orgasm that had been denied crashed over you, violent and overwhelming. you threw your head back, a cry tearing from your throat as your pussy spasmed around him, rippling and clenching.

your climax triggered his. he groaned deep in his chest, a guttural sound of surrender. with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go.

his cock jerked inside you, pulsing violently as he came. you felt the hot rush of his seed filling you, coating your insides, marking you from the inside out. the heat was intense, a liquid flood that seemed to go on forever, prolonging your own aftershocks.

you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling, the sweat cooling on your skin. the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, the frantic thud of hearts slowing down. you could feel the sticky wetness between your thighs, the physical evidence of his release leaking out around him.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his body, his face buried in your hair. the aggression was gone, replaced by satisfaction.

you lay there for a long time, tangled together on the couch, the connection between you both with a quiet, exhausted intimacy. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your lips, and closed your eyes, completely spent.

"is this enough proof?" you muttered against his ear, a small smile playing on your lips. he let out an exhausted exhale. "you sucked the soul outta me, baby."

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it’s a friday night. the week was long for both you and chanyeol. having just finished your 8 to 4, you were feeling pretty lazy. you both agreed to a simple dinner which was code for “find what you can in the fridge and make it into a soup”.  

the food was done in 20 minutes, record time, eager to just crash on the couch and watch a movie in each others arms. it was only 5pm and yet, the pjs were thrown on immediately after supper.  

as if you couldn’t love him more, chanyeol surprised you with your favourite chips and soda. you thanked him with a big fat kiss and the tightest hug, feeling so loved by him.  

you’ve settled down on the couch, your back against chanyeol’s, as you rewatch the first season of greys anatomy. chanyeols arm is draped across your waist, stroking your belly absentmindedly. your feet rub against his in an effort to warm your pair. it’s the calm you needed after a long week at work. being in your lovers arms, that’s all you could ever wish for. 

you squeal when you see meredith and viper kiss for the first time and it’s revealed that derek was there to see it.  

You make out with patients now? 

you completely lose it in chanyeol’s hold, feet kicking his in excitement.  

“hey, hey, small couch!!” chanyeol laughs at you, pulling on your waist so he was now above you. he smiles sweetly before giving you a quick peck on the lips. “you’re so cute when you fangirl.” 

“it gets me every time.” you return the kiss, snaking your hand behind his neck and pulling him closer to you to deepen the kiss. his lips match your slow pace. your tongues wrestle each other unhurriedly like you have all night to ravish. 

you nip at his bottom lip and pull at it slightly, earning you a slight moan. his hand massages your side while he nudges your legs apart. it’s your turn to moan when you can feel his growing member through his pjs as it lightly grazes your heat. he sneaks his fingers through your boxer shorts and swipes across your wet folds.  

“so wet.” he hums against your lips, now using two fingers to circle your clit with your wetness. he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure but gosh, is he taking your time with you.  

you don’t even care. you know chanyeol would take care of you all night if you asked.  

“mm, you’re being so nice and patient.” he notices your efforts to be his good girl and rewards you with a bit of a quicker pace. you gasp in his mouth and tighten your hold around his neck, pulling him even closer to you if that was even possible.  

you were craving him. your body has been aching to be in his hold like this. this was love you never thought you would ever get the chance to experience.  

chanyeols pace grows quicker, rubbing your clit with such expertise. he knew your body so well. he knew which angle to apply the pressure and he knew counterclockwise was how to get you undone. As expected, your face began to show the fruits of his labour. your brows were furrowing. your eyes were squeezed shut. your back was arching.  

chanyeol puts a hand to your cheek, urging you to open your eyes because this is his favourite part and you know it. to your best attempt, your lashes flutter open and look into chanyeols eyes. they’re encouraging and filled with love. he wants you to cum on his fingers and he wants you to be looking at him when you do. 

“cum for me, my love.” he says like it’s the magic words to get you to finish. chanyeol watches as your eyes try their best to focus on him. your toes curl into the couch, a leg instinctively rising from the pure ecstasy you were feeling. he bites his lip, turned on by the way he has you, all of you, all to himself. “you’re so beautiful, honey.”  

he kisses you so passionately, so deeply. you’re so overwhelmed by love. you end up making out for a little longer, completely enamoured with being in his touch and having his lips on yours. chanyeol continues to rub circles around your sensitive heat, just in love with how you feel in his touch. he’s not trying to make you cum again. he just loves to feel you. he slips a finger inside you, pumping in and out with no rush, just wanting to be in you and feel your gummy walls around his finger.  

you squeeze around him, not expecting him to add another finger. he’s obsessed with you. he’s memorizing every inch of you, not afraid that he’ll lose you but purely because he wants to know all of you. 

“my yeol, can i please have you inside of me?” you remove your lips from his and you both gasp for air. you just want to be filled by him, want him to be inside of you all night. he nods before turning you so you were now facing the tv again. he slides both your bottoms off and lifts your leg slightly. he swipes his cock against your fold, wetting his member with your fluids. you share a moan when he slowly enters you without a rush. 

“you’re so perfect for me. we’re like a perfect little puzzle piece.” you giggle at his comment and rest a hand on his ass, pushing him into you and setting the deliberate pace. his hips follow your lead. he takes your chin between his fingers and turns it towards him so he could kiss you as he fucks you at a tantalizingly slow cadence. you move your hand to the back of his neck and run your fingers through his hair.  

“i love you so fucking much. it hurts not being in you like this all day.” chanyeol is hitting that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. you squeeze him every time he hits it. he groans against your lips and you can feel his hunger when he tightens his grip around your thigh. his hips begin to move at a quicker pace. his fingers return to your clit and he rubs you in the way he knows so well. before you knew it, you’ve become an aching, pulsing mess around him, yelping against his lips from cumming for the second time. 

chanyeol fucks you through it and explodes inside of you. but he doesn’t care that he’s cum already, he continues to fuck you until he can’t feel you pulsing around him anymore.  

“my yeol,” you gasp. “i love you.” 

“oh my love, i’m going to show you how much more i love you.” 

chananyeol bong: lowkey highkey this is a self insert hahaahahah this was supposed to be pure fluff but then i saw that shirtless video oh chanyeol checking himself out. so that + not being able to sleep = this. anyways pls enjoyyyyyy like comment subscribe link in bio wtv wtv 💓🙆🏻‍♀️💕🍒

i’m gonna attempt to sleep before work 🐼

You slipped from bed, pulling on a random set of lingerie before tugging one of his hoodies from the chair in the corner of the room. It hung off your frame, hem brushing your thighs. The silk of the lingerie clung cool against your skin beneath the warmth of the hoodie, a secret that made your pulse quicken as you stepped softly into the hall. 

He didn’t notice you at first. Too wrapped in negotiations, in the careful choosing of his words. “Yes, of course. I’ll give you an answer by the end of the week.” His back was to you as he spoke, head tipped slightly as though weighing invisible scales. 

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him, a smile tugging at your lips. The morning light had slipped further into the room, painting him in pale gold, catching the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck. For all the years you had known him, it still amazed you how he could look both untouchable and utterly yours at the same time. 

And maybe that was why mischief stirred in you now, curling warm in your chest. He carried the world in that phone call, but you carried something he needed more: the reminder of how inevitable, how easy love could be. 

“Coffee in the morning and you on the phone,” you murmured under your breath, just loud enough to tease the air between you. “Some things never change.” 

Kyungsoo’s head jerked, eyes landing on you. For just a beat, his composure faltered. The faintest widening of his eyes, the soft flush that brushed his cheeks. Then, into the phone, he gave a quick, mumbled response. “Yes, I understand. I’ll call you back with my decision.” And the line went dead before the person on the other end had a chance to protest. 

The silence that followed was almost comical, the abrupt end of the call leaving the room charged with something else entirely. Kyungsoo lowered the phone from his ear, thumb hovering over the screen as if he might excuse himself back into work. But his eyes refused to leave you. 

You sat and stretched languidly across the couch, the simple action pulling the hem of the hoodie upward as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The fabric rode upward, just enough to give away the shimmer of silk and lace beneath. Your grin tilted playful, knowing. 

“So,” you began, breaking the tension with the casual speech of someone who already knew they had won. “Is this what it takes to get your full attention?”

Kyungsoo’s mouth parted, though no words came right away. His stare was unguarded, caught between disbelief and inevitable surrender. When he finally spoke, his voice had none of the crisp professionalism from moments before. It was deeper now, thicker. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” 

You cocked your head, pretending innocence, but your bare thigh brushing against the couch as you shifted betrayed you. “Maybe. But it’s only because I love you.” 

The corners of his mouth quirked, almost as if he wanted to scold you for interrupting, for making his carefully balanced world topple so easily. But instead, he made his way to you with that quiet steadiness that had always been his way of loving you. Firm, undoubted, and certain. 

“Impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though his hands were already reaching for you, fingers brushing your jaw, your shoulder, the edge of his hoodie that barely covered you now. His touch lingered, reverent and impatient all at once. His phone slid from his hand to the coffee table, forgotten, as he finally gave in to the gravity pulling him toward you. 

The couch dipped beneath his weight, his knees bracketing yours as if to cage you there. The morning sunlight spilled across both of you, gilding his skin, making the ordinary—this couch, this day—feel like something touched by reverence. 

His lips found yours unhurriedly, brushing, retreating, then deepening when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Each kiss was deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize you all over again, like the first moment he had ever dared to love you. 

The hoodie slid loose under his hands, falling from one shoulder and baring a lace strap. His breath caught, and he leaned back just enough to take you in. His fingertips traced the edge of silk before he pulled the hoodie away completely, baring you piece by piece. 

“You’re cruel,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his mouth closed over your collarbone. His hands wandered with purpose, sliding over your waist, up to your breasts, squeezing with an aching need. The lace gave way under his touch, tugged down so his mouth could taste your skin, his tongue circling, his teeth grazing before soothing with a gentle suck. 

You arched into him, hips shifting of their own accord, grinding against the press of his hardening length. A low sound broke from his throat, but his pace didn’t falter. Instead, he pulled away, lips wet from where he had been worshipping you, his eyes narrowing in mock reprimand. 

“Interrupting my call wasn’t enough?” he asked, voice threaded with warning. His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasing, waiting. “Now you want more without asking?”

You bit your lip, playful, challenging, grinding against him again. “Maybe I do.” 

The sharpness in his gaze morphed into something darker, deeper. He caught your hips in his hands, holding you still. “Apologize,” he said quietly, but firmly. “For interrupting me when I was working.”

You shook your head, defiance sparking in your grin. 

The laugh that left him was low, edged with disbelief at your audacity. “You’re such a brat.” His hand slid between your thighs, pressing against the lace there, but holding back, denying you the rhythm you craved. “Until you say it, you don’t get what you want.” 

Your breath hitched, frustration and desire twining together, leaving you trembling beneath his piercing gaze. His patience was its own kind of punishment, his love a tether pulling you closer even as he withheld. And still, even in the teasing, even in the denial, every moment of his lips, his hands, his voice was threaded with inevitability. 

Your refusal hung in the air between you, sweet and reckless. Kyungsoo’s jaw tightened, and then, swift and sharp, his palm landed against your breast. The sting startled a gasp from your throat, but before you could protest, his mouth was already there, lips wrapping around the mark, tongue flicking and soothing, lapping at your peaked nipple as if to erase the ache he had caused. 

“You think you can defy me and get away with it?” he muttered against your skin, each word a vibration that sank deep into your chest. 

You only smiled through your ragged breaths, daring him with your silence. That earned you another punishment, though this one came with a different kind of mercy. 

Kyungsoo moved down your body, hands sliding over your ribs, your waist, before tugging your lingerie aside. His mouth pressed hot and wet to your pussy, his tongue stroking you slowly, steadily, relentlessly. Pleasure coiled sharp and immediate, your hips jerking against his face as he buried himself in you. 

“Kyungsoo—” you gasped, fingers clawing at the couch cushions, your back arching as his tongue circled your clit. He gave no reprieve, licking, sucking, even slipping a finger inside you, curling it in perfect rhythm until your climax trembled just out of reach. 

But just as the wave began to crest, his hand pulled back. A sharp slap landed against your swollen folds, the sudden sting stealing your breath. He pulled away, lips wet, gaze blazing with authority. 

“Apologize,” he demanded again, voice rough and commanding. 

You writhed, desperate, aching. “No,” you breathed, clinging to your defiance even as your body trembled on the edge of release. 

His smirk was faint but dangerous. “Then you don’t get to cum.” 

You broke then, words spilling raw and unpolished. “Please, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just let me—”

But Kyungsoo shook his head before standing and shedding his clothes with infuriating calm. His cock stood thick and aching in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, gaze never leaving you. “Too late.” 

You whimpered as he knelt back down, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness without giving you the friction you craved. Each pass had you keening, nearly in tears, your thighs trembling from the denied release. Only when you were shivering, practically begging, did he finally sink into you, inch by devastating inch, filling you completely until the stretch made your vision blur. 

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sobbed out a broken moan, every nerve in your body alight. Overstimulated, denied, desperate. His thrusts were salvation and punishment in equal measure. 

“Now,” Kyungsoo breathed against your ear, his voice touched with restraint. “Maybe you’ll learn not to interrupt me when I’m on the phone.” 

His hips snapped forward, slow at first, then harder, each thrust finding the places inside you that made your breath shatter. The stretch was overwhelming, his cock filling you so completely it felt like he had carved out a space meant only for him. Your moans spilled freely now, shameless, every sound proof of how desperate you had become.

He chuckled against your ear, voice dark with amusement. “So needy,” he taunted, punctuating the words with another sharp thrust that made you cry out. “Couldn’t wait until I was finished working, could you? Had to be a bad girl and interrupt my call just to get my attention.” 

You shook your head frantically, though your body betrayed you, clinging to him, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. “I—I’m sorry,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between cries. “I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have interrupted you.” 

“That’s right.” His hand slid down, thumb pressing hard against your clit, circling in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The perfect combination unraveled you, his cock massaging your walls while his thumb worked mercilessly at the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it again.” 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your nails dragging down his back. “I won’t do it again, I promise! Kyungsoo, I promise.” 

His restraint finally broke at that. His gaze was molten as it locked with yours, his voice dropping into a command that made your whole body quake. “Cum for me.” 

The order tore through you like lightning. Release slammed into you, hard and unrelenting, your walls clenching around him as the orgasm wracked your body. You screamed his name, shaking apart in his arms, the force of it so strong it felt endless. 

But even as your climax milked his cock, Kyungsoo didn’t stop. He rode you through it, thrusts steady, his thumb still working your clit until the aftershocks blurred into overstimulation. His lips brushed your temple, his breath hot, and you realized—he wasn’t nearly finished with you yet. 

Your body convulsed beneath him, every nerve raw and screaming, but he only tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His thrusts grew sharper, more merciless, each one pushing you further past the line of what you thought you could handle. 

“Don’t tell me you’re done,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desire. “I know you’ve got one more in you. You always do.” 

Tears spilled hot down your cheeks as you choked on sobs, shaking your head. “I—I can’t, it’s too much, I can’t—”

“Stop lying.” His palm pressed hard against the back of your thigh as he wrenched your legs higher, folding them up against his chest. The new angle had him spearing impossibly deep, the stretch sharp enough to punch the air from your lungs. 

He groaned low in his throat, the sound half-pleasure, half-promise. “You’re going to cum again, and you’re going to do it when I say.” 

You clawed at his shoulders, overwhelmed, babbling apologies between cries. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Kyungsoo! Please—”

But he didn’t let up. His cock drove into you, thick and relentless, dragging against every oversensitized place inside you until the pressure began to coil again despite your protests. You felt it building, hot and urgent, your body betraying you as it always did under his command. 

“I’m—” Your voice cracked while your body shuddered. “I’m gonna cum! I can’t hold it! Please—”

“Not yet.” His words were a growl, and his pace only quickened, sweat slicking his skin against yours. The denial had you sobbing, trembling under the weight of sensation, your whole body begging for release. 

Your nails left crescents in his skin, your throat raw with whimpers. “Please, Kyungsoo! Please let me cum!”

And then, when his own rhythm began to falter, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of holding back, he gave you the order that broke you completely. “Now. Cum for me. Milk me until I give you every last drop.” 

The permission detonated inside you. Your orgasm tore through you so violently you screamed, body locking around him, clenching so hard it dragged a strangled groan from his chest. The sound of his voice, the heat of his body, the brutal pace of his thrusts, all of it crashed together as he spilled into you, hot and unrelenting, grinding himself deeper to the hilt as he came undone. 

You clung to him, shaking and sobbing, your body wrung out, every nerve alive with the force of your shared release. And still, he stayed pressed inside you, refusing to let you go, as though he had molded your body to fit his and wasn’t ready to give it back.  

Eventually, the pace of your breathing slowed, the storm giving way to silence. Kyungsoo eased you onto your side without ever pulling out, his body curved protectively around yours. Your cheek pressed against the damp warmth of his chest, and his arm wrapped firm and steady around your waist, anchoring you against the quiet thrum of his heartbeat. 

For a while, neither of you spoke. The room was filled only with the sound of your breaths mingling, the aftershocks ebbing into something softer, something that felt like forever. 

When his voice finally came, it was almost hesitant, as though confessing something sacred. “I don’t even think about it anymore—loving you…It’s just what I do.” 

You smiled against his skin, exhaustion pulling at you, but affection blooming brighter. “Like your coffee in the morning?”

That earned a small laugh from him, quiet but real. He tilted your chin up until your eyes met his. “No. Better. Because this—” his thumb traced your cheek, lingering, “I’ll never stop craving.” 

You leaned into his touch, and everything inside you went still. Safe. Certain. Loved. 

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after nearly two hours of laying on the couch, there’s so much boredom flooding your veins that you end up hanging off the edge, the top of your head grazing the floor. with sehun out working all day, you were left home to your own devices. typically that wouldn’t have been an issue, but with the terrible white noise from the tv and the nonstop thoughts running through your head, it’s getting harder to tolerate being alive right now.

it’s just been a really big week for you. while it’s been good, receiving gallery invitations and much more, it’s starting to feel like you bit off more than you can chew. it gets harder and harder to balance all the things, like completing paintings, finding time for yourself and friends, doing the rest of your schooling, and then being a good girlfriend at the end of the day. 

you love it, and love being ambitious with the need to do everything you love, but there’s moments like these where you stare at the wall and realize you can’t handle it that make you feel terrible. that exact feeling is what put you right here, getting home from your last class of the day, one that ended when the sun was up, and going straight to sitting in the same position on the couch for the rest of the night.

the silence is starting to pull a headache to the front of your skull when the front door opens, sehun pushing through with a sigh. it’s so dark that the only thing he can see is your face, lit up by the tv. he frowns, and you can’t really see it all too well, but you know it’s there in the way he hasn’t said anything.

he flicks the table lamp on as he comes closer, calling your name softly, “why’s it so dark in here? are you okay?” 

you look at him briefly, just for a second before the thought of talking at all brings a burn behind your eyes. all you can do is shake your head and roll your eyes before you can stop yourself. your head falls in your pillow before you can see sehun’s reaction, but you can tell that he’s even more put off by you than he already was.

he sits next to you, by your feet, in silence. you see his hand reach out to touch you, before pulling away. his mouth opens, like he’s going to speak, before it closes again. he then makes a movement to grab one of your feet, turning to face you better while pressing his thumbs into the sole. the fact that he still chooses to be so tender despite your soft launching a terrible attitude forms a lump in your throat and a sting in your eyes. 

sehun frowns once again, as if the one he had couldn’t grow any deeper, before finally speaking up again. “sweetheart..” he takes a sharp breath in, finding his words, “i see that you’ve had a bad day. and i’m sorry. i want to help you, but when you give me this negativity i can’t, right?”

you sniffle, a little shudder moving through your body, before collecting yourself and sitting up. your knees get hugged to your chest, chin resting on top. “i know, but i just..” you don’t even know. the feelings are still so fresh that it makes you even angrier trying to compute it. “i’m just so fucking tired, okay? and i can’t.. i.. i don’t-“ 

sehun shushes you and closes the gap before your emotions can take you any further. his arms wrap tight around your torso and pull you into his chest, grounding you and pulling you away from your frustrations. he holds you there, tightly while you fall apart again, quick breaths and hot tears falling onto the fabric of his button up. i know. he mumbles, kissing your hair. i know. 

just like that your entire body in his grasp, and he’s up on his feet. your head is still buried in his chest, tears still falling freely, but it happens silently as he leads you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet. he grabs a bit of tissue, calmly wiping your tears and your nose, and exiting  with a kiss to your forehead.

when he comes back, his hands are dangerously full, almost dropping two candles and a bag of bath salts. he starts with the water, fiddling with the temperature like one degree matters, which it does when it’s for you. then the candles are lit and salts are thrown in the water, and all you can do is watch with your damp cheeks and stuffy nose because how is he so perfect? how does he always know what to do?

once everything is set up, he kneels in front of you, hands on your knees. face is completely calm, straight as can be, while managing the look of patience that only comes out after leaving the office.

he takes in a breath, “i know your day hasn’t been good. your back hurts. your feet hurt. your brain hurts. now, all i need is for you to let me help you. should i stay with you or do you want some time to yourself?”

you’re too drained to even try talking so you just grab his wrist, he asks again, and you nod. that’s all it takes for him to slowly remove your clothes for you, helping you into the bath before getting seated next to you. he’s still in his slacks, you realize, tie now undone and button up halfway unbuttoned, and he brushes it off, knowing what you were thinking already. he’s studied you so well that he might as well put mind reading in his resume.

the same way he knows your thoughts before they even form, he rolls his sleeves to his elbows and puts his hands under the water to work through the tension in your muscles. his eyes never wander, nor do his fingers, gaze locked on your face to make sure your mind is on nothing but him and the moment you’re in now. of course he’s made the mental note to talk to you about everything, but that can be pushed to later. your needs are different right now, and he’ll work his hardest to meet them.