#fluffysmut

It was a metallic arm, resistant to rust and corrosion, filled with wires and plating to communicate properly with your mental impulses, an intricate machine, an extension of your body that was held in place to your shoulder socket by several tightly drilled screws, embedded tightly into your flesh like the shrapnel that had torn through your body that day.

But on the exterior of that mechanical, cold steel surface there were scratches of quiet, reserved emotions, colorful phrases scrawled on the edges, some fading, some still there. Phrases that warned you of the dangers of dying, and the impeding murder that would follow. Others were warm-hearted and sappy.

On the inside, there was a small compartment, a tiny space just above the wrist with nothing inside. It had been designed to carry smoke grenades, but those had been used up long ago, instead now housing a small (but empty) bottle of hand sanitizer for more presentable means.

Silently, the operation began.

There was pain, then a rush of fear as you felt the familiar process of your arm slowly being disassembled, opened up mechanically like a power box. It had been a long time since your last check-up, and your near-death experience surely didn’t help as a small cascade of sand poured out of the cracks and gaps onto the floor. There was a crackle, a twitch, sudden impulses running through your mind that forced your hand to clench and unclench as the technician tested the gears of your body, manipulating you like a puppet.

You flexed your machine bicep, forearm, tricep, even your deltoid under the dexterous fingers of the mechanic, fiddling and rewiring parts to improve performance, to make it a more efficient tool. It was silent again, then your arm went limp, the connection of the wiring having been severed from your brain.

Several tense moments passed as the technician stared down intently at your exposed inner arm, fingers intently looping and connecting various little gadgets, adjusting measurements and tweaking screws.

“I’m going to have to recalibrate your arm,” the masked worker said suddenly, her voice coming out muffled from under the sound of a blowtorch she was using to weld the arm shut again and from the metal visor that protected her face. You just nodded, your throat bone-dry.

The pain came back again, a temporarily pleasurable feeling until it quickly escalated, flooding over your mind like an endless inundation of acid. Your vision turned spotty; were you crying? Were you screaming? You couldn’t even tell through the skull-splitting headache that took you over like a drug. Definitely the craziest, trippiest shit you’d ever felt.

Nausea. Dizziness. Anxiety.

Your memories flashed through your head, various embarrassing incidents, prideful incidents, incidents where you had truly felt happy. It was like watching a television program.

You could hardly breathe, gasping like a fish out of water when everything suddenly stopped, your body returned to normal, heartbeat slowing, eyes blinking back tears as your technician leaned over, pushing up the metal face mask to reveal a kind, familiar face smiling wistfully down at you with what she had been looking for in hand.

It was a tiny bullet, buried inside of the maze of wires, having pierced through the side of your body before lodging itself in the crook of your elbow.

Her name was Yoohyeon, and she was the only part of your planned future that had come true. The only part of your life that had mattered more to you than life itself, the only living reason for fighting and rebelling. Reason enough to take the bullet. Reason enough to collapse in the middle of a wasteland, starving and thirsty, with the expectation to never get back up again.

You wouldn’t have gotten back up again if not for her and her squad, scavenging in unsafe territory for spare munitions and food, running into your motionless body, partially covered in sand and marked only by the sheathe of the hand-crafted dagger she had made for you before you had left. You remembered hearing Dami’s voice. Or maybe it was Siyeon’s? Bora’s? Even while lucid you could no longer recall, but you knew that you could feel Yoohyeon’s thin arms wrap around you, pulling you off the ground and lifting you all the way back to their hidden base of operations in a mental asylum. Even more acutely, you could have sworn you felt drops of rain fall onto your face, even as the hot desert sun shined down mercilessly.

But who really knew? The mind of a starved, delirious and injured man is truly not one to be trusted.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a tender hand caressing your face as if to soften to last thirty seconds of agony, wiping away some of the sweat that had built up on your forehead. “You really should take care of yourself better. Your arm looked in as bad shape as it’s ever been in.”

Her fingers tapped the sheets of metal rhythmically, her eyes boring into her work. “Honestly, it’s a miracle it didn’t just break down with all of the sand interfering with the wiring...”

Her voice trailed off as you breathed heavily for several moments, closing your eyes again and sagging into the blankets while Yoohyeon carefully held your cold, metal hand in her tiny palms, the feeling of her warmth relaxing you, even though you knew it was probably freezing to her.

Your eyes traced and retraced her features, high cheekbones, sharp nose, silky hair, a dazzlingly timid smile waiting to top it all off, and you had no idea how you had survived for so long without the sight of her, alone and struggling in the desert without any hope of salvation.

Then the silence came deafeningly around the two of you, a flustered blush burning through both of your cheeks awkwardly, the tension rising.

Say something, you moron.

But what? You were somehow dying to speak, yet your mind was entirely blank on everything you wanted to say.

How long had it been? Six months? A year? Two years?

“Y-Yoohyeon...”

She nodded quickly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and leaning in to listen to your raspy voice, struggling to make out the words to communicate the overwhelming feeling of loss in your gut.

When you hesitated, she quickly backed off, thinking that you were trying to communicate something else. “It’s okay, don’t talk right now. I’ll get you some water and-”

“...I-I’m sorry,” you croaked out through a dry throat, your fingers clenching around hers as she began to move towards the bottled water, a look of heart-wrenching melancholy on her face as she slowly turned to look down with a smile. Your voice was quiet and hoarse from a lack of use, cracking pathetically as if you were trying to hit high notes in a karaoke bar. “I’m so sor-”

“Shhhhhhh, don’t be,” she tried to assure you, even as her own voice began to break, her eyes watering with unshed tears that she dabbed out quickly with the corners of her sleeves. “You need to drink something, you’re dehydrated.”

She tried to pull away again but your newly fixed arm held fast, holding her back with you tightly, but not too tightly.

“S-Stay,” you coughed out, groaning at the pain in the gunshot wound in your side. “Please?”

So with a reluctant sigh, she sat back down on the stool, holding your hand tightly while you looked as pale as death on the bed.

“You’re just as clingy as ever,” she mumbled quietly, tracing random patterns on your palm distractingly.

“It’s just the sand, I’m sure.” Your tone was in jest, but your expression was mixed with anguish as another jolt of pain rumbled through you with striking effect. “Fuck, that burns.”

The roaring silence resumed, a flood of languishing awkwardness dancing around the room the same way Muhammad Ali had done in his fights with Sonny Liston.

“Listen, I-”

“Minji and the others came back later than planned,” Yoohyeon interrupted with an almost monotonous, concrete inflection grittily coming out of her throat. “They tried not to tell me, but...I knew the instant I saw their faces.”

It was poisonous, each word, like vomit, stomach bile, lurching out of her like curses that she didn’t mean but had to say.

“They all thought—I thought—you were dead.”

Her eyes, her brilliant, brilliant eyes that shined like beacons truly seemed to dampen for a moment, dimming as she looked to the dirty floor in a daze.

“Yet, here you are,” she laughed softly, turning to place a hand on your cheek. “Just the same as the day when I found you.”

That day when she had found you, bleeding out on the doorstep of your burning house, your family’s corpses strewn around you while you struggled to stay conscious with a grievous arm injury.

You had to swallow another bout of tears at the thought, her hand softly tracing your messy jawline and weak stubble that had begun to build up under your chin.

“A lot has changed,” she said with a certain finality, staring down into your eyes with nostalgia, despair, anger, surprise, happiness, hope. 

At her words, you chuckled quietly, your own hand rising to cover hers on your face. “I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”

A beat.

“I tried, I really did, it’s just when the ringing and the gunshots stopped and the... the...ugh, everything...they were just gone.” 

For a moment, her eyes stared into yours, as if to try and read your mind for the truth.

“I woke up alone, surrounded by bodies and dust, rubble and blood, half buried in concrete slabs of city pavement,” you said, though it sounded strangely desperate to you despite your steady voice. A plea for understanding.

She seemed to get the message, and slowly, she nodded at your explanation, soothingly cupping your face and brushing back your messy hair.

“I missed you so, so much, Yoohyeon, I-”

“I missed you too. And now, you’re back,” she whispered, interrupting you with a light punch to the chest, her other hand feeling the steady rise and fall of your heart within your ribcage. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her hands feeling the warmth through your skin.

“Are you...are you really here?”

It suddenly dawned on you how surreal it must have seemed for her to suddenly uncover the body of an old friend buried in sand in the middle of the desert, and you laughed quietly, wiping away a happy tear before nodding, your own hands coming to rest over hers, basking in the warmth of the brightest, luckiest dream you ever had the privilege to have.

“I’m here.”

Slowly, after several moments of still, sweet tranquility, she moved onto the bed, curling up next to you with a sigh of contentment, her hands tilting your head to face her as she gazed at you in a way that...god, you just wanted to freeze time and stare back into her eyes forever, to drift off in this tiny bubble of time and drift off into the abyss, spending eternity with the person you loved.

The time you had spent apart, the aching in your gut that had called you back somehow, all the way to the place where you wanted to be the most. All of it was too good to be true, and certainly too shocking to be confined to something as substantive as time.

But alas, seconds ticked by, and just as you were leaning in, your lips closing the distance, there was a quiet shuffle, a creak of the door, and a crack of light slipped in like a thief at dead of night.

“What are you two doing?”

You, as well as Yoohyeon, jumped, turning to see an amused Dami peer into the dark room from the doorway.

“What?”

“What are they doing?”

“What’s going on?”

“I know you guys care about each other and everything, but can you save the fucking for-”

A scandalized gasp.

“Bora!”

 You both knew that your little reunion would have to wait as your friends burst into the room, swarming around you with knowing looks as Yoohyeon clambered out of the bed awkwardly, blushing when Bora whistled her approval.

“See? I told you, they were totally fonduing before we-”

“It’s none of our business, you nosy perv,” Minji shot back, smiling at you warmly as the rest of them crowded around your bed, observing your broken and battered self. It was a far cry from the unwavering and stubborn person you used to be, but all of you knew it was only a matter of time before you would return to that state of naive self-confidence. “How are you doing?”

“I’m quite well, tha-”

“Where’ve you been?” interrupted Gahyeon with an inquisitive tick of the lips, while Dami looked on with the same chic expression of indifference she always wore.

You opened your mouth to speak when there was a loud clattering sound by the door, and six heads whipped around instantly to stare down the offending Yoohyeon, who had been trying to sneak out when she knocked over a piece of medical equipment.

“Where are you going?”

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

“Get back here!”

The voices of the people around you were deafening, but you couldn’t help but laugh along, ignoring the pain ringing out from your ribs.

It’s good to be home.

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While the rest of the day was quick, breathless, passing by faster than a crack of lightning, the night was not so simple.

The darkness was unsettling, mysterious, dangerous, and though the crickets chirped as they always would, the shrill vibrations bouncing through the broken windows of the hospital, the shards of glass and smears of blood along the walls were a constant reminder of your collectively permanent fear.

There were no corpses, no, those had moved on long ago to find a new resting place, but as the wind blew in through the cracked holes, disturbing the dust and dirt on the floor, the shadows that flickered along with the moonlight seemed to carry a very real, physical power to them, like visages of monsters you would rather forget about.

You stood at the end of the hallway in front of a door, staring past the glaring moonlight that swirled through, watching the stairwell door as if something might burst through at any moment, despite the fact that you had been shown the thick wooden barricades against the other floors.

You could still hear the groans coming from the other side of those doors, the rattling chains that easily kept the doors shut, yet still seemed to strain and threaten to break with no warning.

At least I’m not alone anymore.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts of paranoia and anxiety before turning to face the door in front of you.

It was a smooth door, clean, with the marks of someone having polished it haphazardly, wildly scrubbing it with little real regard for the cleanliness but really just to get it done with.

The door seemed large and wide, a great big hulking chunk of wood with a circular knob that looked just like the kind that was jammed and would slide out of your grip no matter how hard you tried to turn it to open. Oddly enough, the door was pissing you off, taunting you like it was some kind of sage, which was obviously a ridiculous thought since it was literally just a door.

Not only was this door just a door, the door next to the one you were facing looked exactly the same, but looked as normal and peaceful as any other door might look.

“I must be going crazy,” you mumbled, raising your hand to knock when you hesitated, wrist trembling in anticipation. Do I knock? Do I not knock? How hard do I knock? How many times should I knock? But again, if I don’t knock, what do I do? Maybe I should just knock. Or maybe not. Should I?

“If you’re looking for Yoohyeon, her room is one down,” came a voice, disinterested and bored from behind you, your hand lowering sheepishly at the knowledge someone had seen you fidget in front of door like a stalker. Seconds later, Dami pushed past you, opening the door and looking back at your awkward self still standing in front of the same door. “You’ve got things to sort out with her, I’m sure. Just don’t be too loud about it.”

You nodded dumbly, still frozen in place.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you need something?”

There was a beat of silence before you responded.

“No, I, um...thanks?”

Her gaze didn’t change, but she gave you a curt nod before shutting the door in your face, the sound echoing down the hall.

You could’ve sworn you heard a snort from behind the door, but you paid it no mind, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, your legs slowly shuffling forwards, stopping in front of the next door.

Robotically, almost subconsciously, your hand lifted, knuckles braced, before you rapped firmly against the door once, twice, then three times, every sound bouncing around the walls of the asylum. Maybe I’m crazy and I’m just dreaming this whole thing.

Then the door opened, revealing a cautious face, peering out curiously to see the source of the disturbance. Her eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of you, her door opening slightly more, candlelight illuminating her room brightly.

“Oh, hey. I actually...I wanted to see you,” she said quietly, chewing her bottom lip nervously before her usual toothy grin was back. “Come on in.”

Color.

That was your first though as you observed her room, bright shades of pink, yellow, blue, red, practically any sort of vibrant, neon color was present here, like some sort of dreamy bubble that existed apart from the reality you both lived in.

All of the color that stood out in the room were accentuated further by the abundance of candles lining every dark corner, lighting up the room like it was the Festival of Lights or something. Before, you might have laughed at the childish, almost ridiculous displays of innocence that were so useless when every day, neither of you knew if you might have to kill someone to survive. Yet now, as you stood in her room, smelling her faint scent, feeling the energy of her personality jump out around the walls, you simply enjoyed the fact that all of it was genuine and true, an honest representation of the kind of person Yoohyeon really was.

A soft, tender, misplaced girl in the middle of a freakish world that should never have happened.

“Now I know what you’re gonna say about the decor, but I swear-”

“I love it.”

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, looking you up and down as if to make sure you were okay. “What?”

“I like it,” you repeated to her, laughing softly while brushing a hand over a tiny Pikachu toy that you had found for her as a gift when both of you were on a raid for supplies. “You still kept this thing?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she shot back, snatching it out of your hand before placing it back where it belonged on the shelf, amongst its other companions. “You gave it to me.”

Both of you took a moment to take in the nostalgia that drifted in the air, an inhalant that both of you breathed freely.

“I thought you hated this stuff.”

“Like I said, it’s probably just the sand,” you joked again, and she punched your arm gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed, a serious look crossing her face again.

You moved to sit down as well when your leg bumped into a plastic box, hidden out of sight on the floor. When you picked it up to inspect it, you were surprised to see that it was filled with wrinkled pieces of paper and tissue, all of which was absolutely crammed into it like little foldable sardines.

“What’s this?”

“That was from your birthday last year,” she mumbled as she took it from you, stuffing it back underneath the bed to your amusement.

“Wow, pretty late for a birthday gift,” you laughed, sitting next to her and taking her hands in yours, rubbing them together gently. Compared to the solid steel of your palm, her fingers were weak and soft, mere cotton in the grip of a rough machine. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.”

She leaned away, pouting cutely to fight the smile on that was breaking out on her face like an infectious disease.

There was a lull in the conversation, but the comfort was clear to you, from the way she was smiling to the embarrassed side glances she was shooting at you.

“You know, when you stick out your lips like that you look exactly like a pufferfish.”

Finally, she laughed with you, her body leaning into your shoulder gently like a sack of potatoes, chin digging into the corner of your collarbone, eyes staring into yours, lips curving wryly. The air suddenly grew heavy in your lungs, the sudden density making you somewhat short of breath as your heart raced in your chest.

“I love you.”

A spur of the moment decision, a sudden phrase, filled with everything you had wanted to say to her while you were gone. From a logical perspective, it was a really stupid thing to say, but you didn’t have the heart to keep it contained any longer.

Really, it was impressive you hadn’t shouted it the instant you saw her.

She seemed to scan you for a second, pupils flicking up and down your face with a hopeful smile, that same boundless, yet wistful smile, so endless that it seemed to stretch that moment infinitely.

Then in that same instant, it was gone, that millisecond of time slipping through fingers infinitely quickly, and she looked down to the floor, suddenly noticing the white gauze poking out from under your shirt.

“What’s that?” she asked, changing the subject to more pragmatic matters.

“First person I met for two and a half years,” you chuckled, wincing a little when she touched the bandage gently with a hand, checking it instinctively. “Thought he was a funny little guy, until he tried to shoot me.”

She hardly even registered your words, fully focused on prodding at the hole in your side, her fingers pulling up your shirt with a sad sort of flourish.

“He what? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You laughed, pushing her gently when you saw how inordinately concerned she was, eyes widened comically.

“I’m fine, relax. You should’ve seen the other guy.”

“Still...”

She looked unconvinced. 

“Do you want me to disinfect it again?”

“No, I’m fine,” you insisted but she ignored you, reaching under her bed and grabbing a separate plastic box, smaller, but filled to the brim with isopropyl alcohol packets. “Seriously, don’t waste that stuff on something like this.”

“It’s a gunshot wound, you moron,” she scolded. “Hold still.”

“It only grazed me.”

“Yet you passed out in the middle of the desert with it.”

She gave you a pointed look, and you relented, sighing as she tore open a small packet, wiping some of the dried blood and such that had bled through the gauze with a pained look on her face.

“You didn’t think this might be an important medical issue to tell me about?” she scoffed as she stood up, moving to grab other medical boxes when you stopped her, grabbing her hand while kneeling.

“Yoohyeon, I told you, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt, I’m not burning up with a fever, and I feel great! Seriously, it’s not a big deal.”

“You just thought ‘hey, gunshot wounds aren’t serious’? I mean, honestly, you’re such a fool sometimes, you know that?”

You laughed at her, standing up and pulling down you shirt, extending your arms triumphantly. “But I’m your fool.”

“If you keep up with the delirium act, I might just lock you up in a-”

You silenced her easily, your lips pressing against hers softly for the first time in years, yet still just as tender and gentle as you had always remembered it to be, and you let out a mental exhale, relaxing into the motions as she sent sparks flying through your brain, your bodies melting collectively into one big puddle of longing, finally colliding together after so long.

It was like a long awaited breath after a lengthy dive underwater, the first step of a pilgrim after having been at sea for months, the last sentence in a multi-novel book series.

All of the tension in her body slipped away and softened, smoothing out like a piece of paper, creasing and flattening with perfect reversibility, and your right arm naturally found its way around her back, holding her close, while your left supported the back of her head, softly stroking her long, thick sheets of hair.

Perhaps you needed to breathe. Maybe you needed food. Water. But years could have passed by in the blink of an eye, her lips on yours, kissing you cleanly, filled with nothing but devotion from her to you, and you to her. It was quiet. Chaste, almost, and if not for the look that she gave you after she pulled away, you might have assumed it was over.

But no, it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

She pushed you back, forcing you to scoot backwards on the bed until you ran into the headboard, your lips still attached to hers as she curled her body around yours, limbs coiled and intertwined together like vines on the same tree. She rolled you over, straddling you on the soft mattress while your lips finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

“I missed you.”

Your quiet confession was heavy and weighted, even despite the fact it had been said before, and she smiled down on you, helping you pull off your shirt before taking her own off, leaving her in a thin, grayish bra.

“Prove it.”

What was meant to be a challenge to your words sounded more like a cry, an SOS, a plea for a night to remember, a night that burned and smoldered with emotion.

So you obliged, letting your hands start up at her face, touching every curve and contour of her nose, her cheeks, your thumb teasing her bottom lip before sliding to her neck, her collarbone, her bony shoulders, skinnier than ever from malnutrition. Then your hands moved down to her chest, squeezing a soft mound through her bra, a quiet moan tickling your ears as it came out.

Your metallic hand slipped around her, undoing the clasp singlehandedly just like you used to, and she laughed at your bravado. Even she had never figured out how you did it. “You haven’t forgotten any of your tricks, have you?”

You grinned cheekily up at her as you let one hand circle over her now-naked breasts. “I’ve dreamed about tonight—” your mouth nipped at the soft skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—“more than you could even know.”

You pinched a nipple, tugging it slightly as she began panting on top of you, eyes half-lidded and getting more needy by the moment. “Every single time I closed my eyes—” your free hand tickled her stomach, slipping further down to tease her wet sex—“this was all I could think about.”

“Yeah? Well—ah—what did you d-do to me?” She sighed as you pushed a finger into her, pumping slowly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You teased for a moment more, taking her other nipple into your mouth and sucking on it before withdrawing, your hands pushing on her shoulders so that you were the one sitting up and she was laying down, chest rising and falling steadily with each labored breath.

“Don’t worry,” you assured her with a soft smile. “We’ve got all the time in the world for me to show you.”

At your words, she nodded tentatively, and you quickly leaned down, pulling her legs apart and helping her undress, revealing her panties, damp with arousal. Your fingers tested the water, prodding at her slit, running up and down her puffy lips as she continued to squirm, breaths coming hot and heavy at your slow pace.

“P-Please, don’t tease,” she groaned quietly down to you, legs twisting around as you made quick work of her last piece of clothing, finally leaving her nude and natural beneath you, her own hands beginning to try and join you, but you stopped her.

“Patience, patience. Just relax,” you soothed, your tongue flicking out to taste her nectar, her distinct flavor from your memories flowing onto your tongue as you drifted it over her clit. “Remember when I ate you out in that closet while everyone else was eating in the same room?”

“H-How could I forget?” she said shakily back down to you, letting out a quiet moan when you slipped two fingers into her, letting them do their work inside while you teased her clit with your mouth. “You were very naughty.”

Her thighs quickly began to tighten around your head, holding you in place as she shuddered, eyes fluttering closed from the electric pleasure, filling her up like air in a balloon. Her hands ran through your hair, tugging and playing with your hair as she struggled to contain herself, her whole body melting at the end of your tongue while you continued unabated.

“You just taste so good,” you mumbled as you ate her out, almost smothered by how tightly her legs were wrapped around your head, her hands pushing you as far as they could into her sopping wet heat. “I guess I couldn’t help myself then.”

She might have tried to respond, but you chose that moment to deliver a particularly flat and harsh lick to her clit, and the reaction was instantaneous, her back arching into the air, a loud moan of satisfaction filling your ears as she felt herself tip dangerously towards her climax.

“O-Oh my god, please, right there, right there,” she rambled out as your fingers curled in her, stretching her out further. Her body was tense, taut, like a bow notched with an arrow of pure, sensual release that was just begging to be released.

But despite it all, she held back admirably, eyes squeezed shut, cries growing louder and louder, higher and higher, until all that you could hear were her whines of stimulation, mixed with soft whimpers of desire that rang in your ears like sweet, sweet melodies.

“I’m so close, god, please,” she whispered to you, hair spread out everywhere, head tilting to look down at you while you whittled away at her endurance, that tiny string that tethered her to conscious thought, just on the boundary of momentary, excruciating bliss. “Are you really going to keep teasing me?

“No, no, there’ll be nights for more of that later,” you said, temporarily pausing with your tongue though your fingers continued to piston in and out of her. “Tonight, I just want to see you cum.”

Her eyes cracked open slightly at your words before shutting again, another one of your fingers slipping inside of her as you watched her completely fall apart, yet still stay composed, your fingers slowly accelerating, drenched in her fluids. “You know, I love it when you’re loud...”

She shook her head, as if to shake off some inner demon, but you continued.

“...and when you tremble and fight it...”

She only thrashed more, her hand coming to cover her mouth as her walls tightened and tightened and tightened around your fingers.

“...Come on. Just let go,” you coaxed softly before you lowered your head again, sucking on her clit with just enough pressure to force her to finally give in, her orgasm washing over her in a rush, a wave of electric tremors running through her body, her hands tugging on your hair blindly, her legs wrapping around you even more tightly, and your personal favorite: the long, hauntingly beautiful moan that seemed to float past the hand covering her mouth and straight into your head, ringing like an addictive tune.

Her eyes opened slowly as she got over the aftershocks of her climax, fixating on you intently with a look of half-satisfaction and tenderness.

“You’re overdressed,” she pointed out, weakly sitting up and crawling to the edge of the bed, where you had slipped your pants off, tossing them away behind you at her words.

Her fingers, dexterous as ever, slipped into your boxers, feeling your throbbing length up and down, gently fondling your shaft and balls with an angelic touch. She looked up at you, smiling as she saw the way you flinched at her touch, your cock already rock hard at her stimulation.

“I’ve got a few things to show you too,” she teased amusedly, pulling down your restraining garment and letting your length sit in her grasp, just in front of her face and her waiting lips.

Slowly, with her eyes still locked onto yours, she let you slip into her mouth, her lips cushioning the sides of your shaft softly, the heat of her mouth instantly enveloping your cock with an irresistible warmth, her tongue gently swirling around your tip and tasting some of the precum that leaked out.

Her cheeks were only slightly hollowed, her head moving back and forth slowly, focusing on the first few inches first, covering you in her spit, soft hums emanating from her throat while she slurped on your cock, doing her best to please you.

“You haven’t forgotten anything either,” you murmured down to her, one hand petting her head approvingly as she slowly began to expand her horizons, taking more and more of you down her throat and making you groan at the feeling. “God, you’re good at that.”

She smiled through a mouthful of cock, finally pulling back for breath while jerking you off, her mouth quickly moving down to suckle on your balls, taking each one in for a few seconds before letting them go with a pop.

“Does this feel good?” she asked, observing you inquisitively while you squirmed in her grip, firm and soft at the same time.

“Fucking amazing,” you replied, and she looked pleasantly embarrassed for a moment before she took you into her mouth again, letting your cock slide all the way back this time so that it hit the back of her throat, a choked gurgle vibrating against your shaft.

Your hands instinctively pressed against the back of her head, holding her down for a few moments until she tapped your leg, withdrawing with a loud gasp and a few coughs, her eyes watering yet still as enchanting as ever.

“I want you to fuck me now,” she whispered, letting go of your cock with slight reluctance, climbing back onto the bed gingerly before beckoning to you while on her back, legs spread, wrapping around your waist tightly as you slowly moved over her, positioning your cock in front of her glistening pussy.

The first entrance was smooth, warm, comfortable, just like the rest of the room felt, like how everything and anything that you did with Yoohyeon made you feel.

It was an unidentifiable feeling of belonging; that final Tetris piece to fill up a row, that moment when you hit the cue ball just right into the left corner hole off of an angled rebound from the wall of the table.

Both of you let out a tiny gasp, Yoohyeon’s legs tightening around your waist as her fingers pressed down on your back, consciously trying not to scratch you, not that she would think to do that later.

“Are you okay?” 

You were genuinely concerned, watching her expression to make sure she had adjusted, but she shrugged you off, giggling inches away from your face.

“I’m fine,” she replied, smiling up at you. “Just keep going.”

You leaned down to kiss her, softly pressing your lips against hers again as you slowly bucked your hips into her, pushing down all the way to the hilt and relishing in the warm, wet, and tight feeling of her pussy contracting around your cock, squeezing gently.

Everything else ceased to exist, your focus singling out the softness of her mouth on yours, her warm tongue pushing and pulling against yours, her breasts pushing up against your chest with every thrust of your hips, moaning into your mouth all the while.

She was nothing but pliant, inch by inch of her smooth skin opening up for you as your hands skimmed all over her; her head, her cheeks, her chest, abdomen, ass, all of it burning up to the touch like a fever, a delirium-driven vision.

“Fuck, you stretch me so well,” she whined, hands scratching gently at the back of your neck, then not so gently when you sped up, your rhythm slowly escalating to satisfy both of your growing needs, the bed rocking with your movements and bumping against the wall gently.

Her forehead was pressed tightly against yours, sweat from your bodies slickening the surfaces of your skin as she struggled to catch her breath, feeling every exhale of air from her lips blow against your face, quiet moans beginning to slip past her inhibitions and ring around the room, steadily gaining volume and traction in her throat.

“O-Oh my god,” you groaned out, your own breathing beginning to feel shallow, strained, her body wringing out all of your energy, chipping away at your stamina slowly, your cock throbbing inside of her ever-shifting heat. “You’re even tighter than I remembered.”

She hardly even heard your words, too focused on the way you were plunging into her, the way you were burying yourself roughly yet tenderly into her, pushing her limits, leaving her speechless and seeing stars. Her fingernails had forgotten their earlier gentleness, clawing into your back, scratching you in an attempt to relieve herself of the relentless waves of pleasure that beat against her.

“C-Cum with me,” she whispered, almost pleadingly, her eyes cracking open with superhuman effort as you watched her struggle to maintain any sense of composure.

“Are you...are you sure?” you panted, feeling yourself slowly give way to the thought of release, held back only by sheer willpower, your endurance slowly beginning to break down as you began chasing your own end, your own climax.

“Just trust m-me, fuck!” she cried out, audibly needier, and her eyes rolled up into her head suddenly, her limbs shuddering around you violently, her pussy contracting tightly around your cock with a rush of her fluids, trying desperately to push you to the same end as her. Her head tilted back limply, moans tapering off into soft whimpers as you finished a moment after, exploding inside of her with a groan of exertion, collapsing on top of her body before rolling off slowly, careful not to crush her, your collective fluids spilling out onto the sheets.

Hopefully it wouldn’t stain.

“Fuck,” you gasped, the only word that could come to your mind as you tried to regain your bearings. “Fuck.”

Oh my god.

Pain began to return to your body, having temporarily been blocked out by the intensity of the moment, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, Yoohyeon whimpering softly next to you while you curled closer to her, tucking the sheets up to her chin and wrapping your good arm under her, pulling her close.

You laid there with her in silence, unwinding for several moments, minutes, maybe even an hour, lying against her body while listening to her breathing eventually level out, lazily tickling her thighs and occasionally drawing out a surprised little gasp when your fingers grazed her clit.

In some ways, you were almost glad that it was over. After all, you couldn’t help but wonder how she felt about you after you had been gone for so long. And certainly, living in the hellscape you were living in, waiting was never a game anyone wanted to play with a loved one missing in action.

“You know, it’s been 813 days,” she murmured, her hands running through your hair and touching your back, trying to soothe some of the pain from when she had pulled  and scratched it roughly. “I’ve waited 813 days and 812 nights just to feel that again.”

“I hope it was worth the wait,” you replied, laughing softly, despite the truth in her words that bit harshly at your conscience. It must have showed on your face, because her hands moved to your cheeks, lifting your head up until your eyes were locked on hers.

“Every second.”

Maybe it was the scent of sex, the feeling of consummation that you felt then, that quelled your self-hatred, your constant disappointment in yourself. Maybe it was the warmth, the soft comfort in Yoohyeon’s words and her hands, gently holding you. Or maybe it was her eyes, shining stars that glimmered down at you brighter than the Sun itself.

But something, whatever it was, in that moment as Yoohyeon looked down at you earnestly, honestly, with genuine care, made you feel as light as a cloud, temporarily unburdened by the guilt of mistakes made, lives lost.

It made you feel as if the days to come, the next days, might be better, brighter than the last, even despite the hellish circumstances you were in.

Maybe.

That was your last thought before your eyes drifted shut, Yoohyeon’s body wrapped around yours warmly like a protective cocoon, head buried in her soft midsection, all of the tension and weight gone from your body, and you were drifting, drifting, drifting away with the waves of your dreams; dreams of a world without bloodshed and death, of pineapples and pizza, of gummy bear breakfast burritos (and none of the dental issues that would accompany them, not that there were dentists in the apocalypse to tell you anymore anyways).

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You woke up early the next morning, her body still attached to you at the hip, acting like a shield around you against the sunlight that streamed into the room and illuminated your upper bodies, wrapped in the sheets. Slowly, you yawned, carefully beginning to move out of her grasp when she suddenly smacked you on the arm.

“Ow, what was that for?”

Her eyes were still closed, a pouting smile on her face as she pulled you in closer, wrapping her arms around you even more tightly. “For trying to leave me again. Asshole.”

You stopped struggling, letting her hug you close to her warmly, her body heat spreading against your nude form, relaxing your tense muscles against her as she kissed your broad back, from your metal shoulder to the other side, to the base of your neck and up towards the base of your hair when you turned around, cupping her face in your hands and kissing her.

It wasn’t a needy kiss, nor was it particularly soft or tender. It was just a kiss. A simple gesture, a promise of more to come. A promise that you would never leave her side again.

Yoohyeon, however, had other plans, and with a devilish smirk, she began to make the journey under the sheets when the door opened with a bang, the figure of Kim Bora storming in like a hurricane, making both you and Yoohyeon jump back in terror, pulling the sheets up to cover yourselves.

“KIM YOOHYEON!”

So today was one of those days, hmm?

Both of your ears rang painfully at her volume, involuntarily flinching backwards against the headboard as she glared at both of you.

“Did you think we were all deaf last night?”

She blushed, grinning sheepishly while hiding her embarrassed laughter.

“W-What?”

Bora rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated motion of annoyance.

“When I said to save the fucking for later, I didn’t mean for when the rest of us were trying to-”

Her angry rant was cut off by Minji quickly barging in, grabbing Bora by the arm and dragging her out with much effort.

“Hey, let go of me-”

“Don’t be ridiculous; let them have their morning together-”

“You stop being ridiculous! Do you wanna lose sleep for the rest of your life with that banging sound against the wall?”

“Oh, shush, you!”

“But-”

The rest of Bora’s retort was lost to muffled sounds of what must have been some sort of food being shoved into her mouth, and she was arguing through a mouthful the whole way down the hall, silenced only after Minji pulled her back into her room, shutting the door with a bang that echoed down to you and Yoohyeon, both of you shocked at the spectacle.

Even Handong suddenly decided to peek in for a moment, observing the two of you with a little wave and a “good morning” before briskly walking off, presumably to find wherever breakfast was.

“I guess we better get dressed,” you chuckled, glancing over at Yoohyeon who was still red in the face, shell-shocked at all of the sudden commotion. “Yoohyeon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we probably should,” she stammered, quickly clambering out of the bed and finding her clothes you had unceremoniously tossed away into some corner of the room, while you did the same, and the rest of the morning passed relatively uneventfully, with the exception of a moderately sulky Bora sitting at the makeshift table in the former kitchen area of the hospital.

Breakfast was relatively bland, yet still tinged with an oddly positive flavor as you watched Yoohyeon bicker and enjoy the company of her best friends, their shrill cries and knowing glances sent your way clearly telling you everything that they were discussing, not that you knew why they had to talk about it apart from you.

You supposed they could always just ask?

“Last night sounded eventful,” Dami remarked, smirking at Yoohyeon.

On second thought...

But other than the slightly awkward atmosphere that was easily broken by the usual open personalities of the others, there was only one other moment of slight discomfort throughout the rest of the day.

The moment when you had to leave again, forced to go out on another scouting mission to find food.

Minji had carefully organized the jobs of everyone in the building, including you, and though Yoohyeon protested the assignment, you insisted that it was fine, much to her chagrin.

“It’s not fair if I don’t follow the rules like everyone else,” you said, as calmly and as gently as you could, holstering a small silenced pistol, a cricket bat you had found on the street, and the dagger Yoohyeon had so painstakingly made for you. “Please understand.”

She looked upset for a moment, but handed you your arm sheathe, a soft cloth to wear over your prosthetic arm.

“Don’t die, idiot.”

Her tone was probably supposed to be threatening, but it only ended up sounding more like a whimpering puppy, upset that their fellow pet was being taken to the vet without them.

You stopped at the door to the stairwell, walking back the few meters to where she was standing, cupping her face in your hands and kissing her, just as you had that morning.

This isn’t the last time.

For just a second, sparks flew in your mind again, and you felt her anxious tears against your cheeks before you pulled back, pressing your forehead against hers, kissing the crown of her head again for good measure.

“I love you,” she whispered to you, hugging you tightly and burying her head into your chest, squeezing tightly, as though she might never see you again.

“I might never see her again,” you thought, reflecting consciously on the idea of your death, yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to regret anything.

No. I don’t regret any of it.

“You found me, Yoohyeon. You’ll find me again, and again, and again, even if you’ve stopped searching, and even if one of those times isn’t here, or on this earth,” you murmured, tears coming to your own eyes as fear momentarily consumed you, uncertainty and worry clouding your mind.

You didn’t want to die.

But you wanted to live.

And sacrifices had to be made.

She took a moment to compose herself, staring up into your face, her fingers tracing every edge and rough piece of skin that had been weathered by the sun and sand.

“See you later?”

She knew you could never guarantee an answer to such a question, but you chuckled nonetheless, nodding though you felt as though you might explode in melancholy.

“I’ll see you later.”

Reluctantly, she let go of you, letting your hands drop from hers as you backed away, slowly slipping out of the door, entering the outside world with a new sense of resolve, a new need to return. Even just at the entrance, you felt the urge to walk back in, to refuse to go, to stay by her side and never leave that comfort.

But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

You had a future to nurture and a promise to keep.

So as you descended the grimy and bloody steps of the stairwell, carefully listening for telltale groans and croaks, you couldn’t help but smile a little, and a little song playing in your head despite the ever-present danger.

Even if I get tired, when your voice reaches me...

You popped open the compartment of your prosthetic arm, humming softly while checking the inside for any potential changes or efficiencies, only to find a picture of Yoohyeon resting there on top of the hand sanitizer, a cheshire grin on her face frozen on the film forever.

...a new day comes to me again.

A door suddenly opened behind you, sounds of spazzy shuffling echoing throughout the hollow stairwell, and you jumped, looking up at the source of the noise, only to see Yoohyeon.

“If you’re going...”

She adjusted the sniper rifle on her back, shifting her small bag of medicine and supplies to the side as she jogged down the steps to you.

“...I’m coming with you.”

Your smile grew just a little wider.

Indeed, it was a new day.

A/N: Hello! I’ve seen way too much Yoohyeon lately (not really possible, but you know what I mean), so I decided to write a fluffier piece for one of my personal favorite idols out there, especially since I listened to Dreamcatcher for the first time within the past 6 months (THEY’RE BOPS, I TELL YOU, BOPS). Anyways, I wanted to tone down on the smut a little because of my fluffy smooth-brained writing tendencies, so this is basically what happened. Also, I hope all you B99 maniacs liked the little reference I made (Nine-nine!), and as always, asks are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Warmth spread all the way down to my fingertips at his words despite the chilly weather. “Well you always look handsome,” I retorted, spotting the top of his head above the crowd. “But it looks like you dressed up, too.”

And indeed he had. Taehyung looked absolutely scrumptious in a long dark coat, dark jeans, black Doc Martens, and a plaid beige over-sized scarf he had wrapped around his face. His breath was creating condensation on the round glasses he’d decided to sport today. So cute.

I tackled him from behind in a hug, and he laughed, hugging me eagerly back. “Finally!” he teased. He held me back at arm’s length, then reached inside his coat and pulled out a red rose.

My mouth parted in surprise at the unexpected gift. “For you,” Tae said, smiling. I blushed and took it, bringing it to my nose and inhaling its scent.

We ducked our heads against the wind and went inside the restaurant where we were immediately seated at our reserved table. The restaurant was amazing, with sparkling crystal glasses, white tablecloths, and a gorgeous chandelier setting a romantic mood. We shrugged off our coats, and I took a moment to appreciate the beige sweater he wore which showed off his body in all the right places. I caught him looking at me just as appreciatively and blushed. I still couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend. We’d done nothing but go on dates and hang out with each other outside of work and school for the past month, and Taehyung told me just how much he cared about me every single day, yet I still felt like this relationship was too good to be true. Soyeon was right. I really had to stop self-sabotaging.

He pulled out my chair for me and gestured. I shyly sat down, scooting the chair inwards with his help, then he sat down across from me. “Don’t worry about the cost,” Tae said. “Order whatever you want.”

I glanced at the menu, suddenly uneasy at how pricey everything was. I knew Taehyung wasn’t hurting for money. He told me his older brother owned a large business, and between that and Tae successfully selling a lot of his photos, I knew he was pretty well off. Apparently my boyfriend didn’t have any other family outside of his brother. I asked him once where his parents were and he simply shrugged and said, “Dead.”

I didn’t press him for details, but instead chose to share something personal about me so he wouldn’t feel so pressured. “My parents aren’t around either,” I murmured. “My dad passed away when I was little, and my mom is in a psych ward right now.”

He looked up at me suddenly, chocolate-brown eyes boring into mine. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the moment I knew I was falling hard for him. Taehyung didn’t ask why she was in a psych ward or look at me with raised eyebrows. He simply empathized. That’s what I needed. Someone who would see all the dark parts of me and not see a monster, but the human I was.

Taehyung ordered a bottle of wine for us, and we clinked glasses before taking a sip. “To us,” he said. “And our first month together. May there be many more.”

I bit my lip, biting back a huge smile. How the hell was he mine?

Dinner was absolutely amazing. He never took his eyes off me, and at one point I was laughing so hard, people were starting to look at us. Finally, we finished eating and the waiter cleared our plates away. “Any dessert for the lovely couple?” the guy asked, taking out his notepad.

“Not tonight,” Taehyung said before I could get a word in. “Just the check, please.”

The waiter bowed, and I looked at Tae in disbelief. “You know, that dessert menu was calling my name,” I teased before pouting. “And besides, aren’t we celebrating?”

My boyfriend leaned over the table, a glint in his brown eyes I’d never seen before. It spelled trouble. “Oh you’ll get dessert tonight, kitten, don’t you worry about that,” he said, a mischievous smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “It’s waiting for you at my apartment.”

My mouth dropped open. Kitten? Was tonight the night? I kind of hoped it would be. Our makeout sessions were getting hotter and heavier, and my sexual frustration was like an ocean built up behind a weakening dam, ready to burst at any given moment.

These days, every time I spent time with Taehyung, I’d made sure to keep myself well-groomed and secretly wear matching sets of underwear just in case. I hoped he’d like the red lacey ensemble I’d chosen for tonight.

We paid the bill and left in a hurry, his large hand keeping mine warm as we trudged through the streets. His hand snaked from my hand to around my waist, tugging me close. He tilted his head down towards mine, and we kissed, our cold lips warming as we sighed into each others’ mouths.

A block later, he couldn’t hold back anymore, leading us down an alley where he crashed his rosy lips against mine, feverishly shoving his tongue into my cavern and tasting me. I held him close, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist and he groaned, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I felt moisture gathering in my panties, the way he was making me feel turning me on even more. After a time, Taehyung released me, his lips swollen and red, his pupils blown beautifully wide. “My place is only two blocks away,” he panted. “Let’s run.”

We jogged, giggling like a pair of kids, all the way to his apartment, and he hurriedly punched in the pin that would let us into the building and dragged me inside. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me once more, one hand tightly wrapped around my waist, the other tugging on the back of my neck so we could be as close as possible.

“Taehyung,” I murmured as he peppered kisses down my neck. “We’re still in the hallway. Let’s go inside.”

He didn’t stop, sucking gently on the skin of my neck. I suddenly got flashbacks to my feedings with Jimin and pushed Taehyung back roughly.

There were no fangs, no red eyes. Just him. Just my sweet, warm Tae. “You okay?” he asked. I slowly nodded.

“Hnnggnh,” he groaned, pressing the lower half of his face into my shoulder. “I need you, kitten. I need you now.”

I had no idea where this ‘kitten’ nickname came from, but I was living for it. “You can have all of me,” I breathed into his ear. “Just not in public.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, eyes locking mine in. “Deal.”

We stumbled towards his apartment and he fumbled with his keys, swearing at how long it took to get them in the lock and open the door. We practically fell inside, wrapped in each other's arms. Taehyung slammed the door behind us and we collapsed on the couch, lips intertwined, hands roaming everywhere. He helped me take off my coat then let his hands cheekily slide up my thighs underneath my dress, pulling it up until my panties were exposed and his large hands rested on either side of my bare hips.

He hummed in appreciation of my lingerie, his gaze roaming down my heaving tummy towards my core. He sat me up and knelt on the floor in front of me, raising the dress above my head until he slid it off my arms and tossed it aside. He also slid off each of my stockings, unpinning them from the garters attaching them to my bottoms.

“You know,” he said, his deep voice sultry and low. “I really loved that dress on you. It showed off your body in all the right places, but this…” He nodded in approval. “This is much better.”

I giggled, but stopped the second he leaned in, blowing lightly against my clothed core. “Here’s dessert, jagiya. Hope you like it.”

He mouthed at my pussy then, making the wetness drip down as I moaned out his name. “Just like that, kitten,” he murmured, stopping for only a second. “Moan my name. Cry it out. Scream it out.”

Taehyung licked a long strip up my core, making me shiver, before hooking two fingers underneath my panties and yanking them down. Making eye contact with me, he slowly slid them down my legs and over my ankles, taking his time.

I whimpered. “Taehyung, stop teasing.”

“Hush, kitten. You’ll get what you want.”

He leaned in once more and started eating me out with vigor. I gasped in surprise, my juices coating his face as the sight of his long tongue pushing inside of me turned me on even more. After a bit, he stopped tongue-fucking me and pushed his middle finger inside, wrapping his lips around my clit.

“Taehyung, nnnggh, fuck!” I cried out, my hips bucking, my hands kneading my breasts which were still encased by my bra.

He grunted and merely pumped his finger faster, soon after adding a second one. I was in heaven. It wouldn’t be long before all that sexual frustration found relief. My moans got louder and higher in pitch until my orgasm crashed into me, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of my body, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.

My boyfriend worked me through it, not stopping until I whimpered from overstimulation. He slowly pulled his fingers out and I clenched around nothing, gasping for air. “I’ll give you a couple minutes jagiya,” he said, smirking and lifting his sweater over his head to finally reveal his toned torso. “But after that, I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

A shiver went through me at his words. I got up, legs still shaky, and accepted a glass of water Taehyung poured out for me. Gulping it down, I reached around my sweaty body and unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, slowly letting it fall down my chest. Taehyung groaned at the sight of my naked form, reaching to undo his pants.

I grabbed his hands, stopping him, and undid his belt buckle for him, slowly lowering the zipper.

“Kitten,” he moaned, his eyes dark and hooded. “Quit teasing.”

I smirked. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t she?”

Taehyung growled then swooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, tossing me on his bed. He ripped off his trousers and boxer-briefs then crawled over me, pressing his full, hard length into my core and rubbing it between my legs. I gasped, my hands scrambling all over his back, pulling him close. “Ready?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I wanted to say yes, but common sense stopped me. “Wait… condom?”

“Oh, right!” Taehyung stood up and opened his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapper and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled the condom on, and I took a moment to appreciate just how thick he was. He looked like he could fill me up for days.

Once again, my boyfriend crawled on top of me and started teasing me once more. I reached down to push him inside, but he playfully smacked my hand away. “Relax,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pushed his full length inside, going slowly so I could adjust to the stretch. Once he bottomed out, he kissed me hard, tongue swirling around mine. He slowly started to rock his hips, and I tore my mouth from his, gasping out. It wasn’t long before he was sliding his cock all the way out and quickly slamming it back in, the speed causing both of us to pant.

“Oh god, there, right there,” I gasped as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Taehyung grunted. “So… fucking… tight,” he said, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust. “Gonna… cum… soon.”

“Me too,” I whimpered, feeling my muscles start to spasm.

My second orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, the force of it so strong I couldn’t help but dig my nails into his back, crying out his name. “Taehyung! Taehyung! Oh god, Taehyung!”

“That’s it, kitten, scream my name,” Taehyung huffed, going faster and faster until he too grunted, pushing deep into me, his cock twitching with the force of his orgasm.

He pulled out of me and kissed me deeply. “Happy anniversary, jagiya,” he panted before rolling over and cuddling me to his wide chest.

I sighed happily, still a bit out of breath. “Wow. Happy anniversary indeed.”

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