"No! You've been saying 30 minutes 2 hours ago. Please, let's go to sleep!" He thought you were cute, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck he just couldn't help but to ruffle your hair. He wouldn't trade it for the world to cuddle with you.

It is eerily quiet when you enter the house, but you know he is home judging by the messed up throw pillows on the sofa.

You let out a giggle before you know it. This man is just so endearing, every little traces he left made you smile until your cheeks hurt.

Across the living room was the dining room, and on top of the counter was a leftover takeout. Fried chicken takeout, no doubt was ordered by Wonwoo. He did it all the times that he was alone at home. If you were at home together, it was either you cook or you'd invite Mingyu over to cook because.. why not?

Walking past the reading nook, you went straight into the main bedroom, and opened the door slowly to make as little sound as you could. And there he was, in his mustard pajamas lying on his side with the blanket between his legs.

You held to yourself and prevent from coming closer because you were still in your outside clothes, because no matter how adorable Wonwoo is, you despised it when something or someone unclean is touching the bed. So you went ahead to shower.

After shower, you put on a matching mustard pajamas, on the shorter side since you prefer it shorter than a proper, magazine style pajamas and slide onto bed. You quietly shuffle in, making sure to make less movement as possible. Wonwoo is not a light sleeper per se, but he is the kind to wake up spontaneously regardless of your shenanigans. You can be singing without a care of the world and he can still be asleep, you can also be reading quietly on bed and he will jolt awake, scaring the fuck out of you.

Then again, why not wake him up? It's still too early for him to sleep. Earlier than his usual bedtime, that's for sure.

Moving to straddle Wonwoo, you gently push him so that he lies on his back, caging him in between your thighs. Propping your elbows for support, you trace your fingers on his face, admiring.

Wonwoo sleeps with his mouth slightly open, to which you trace his lips before giving it a kiss. There are times where he fell asleep with his glasses on, and you often giggle while removing it. Some other times, he fell asleep with his book wide open on his chest, it almost hurt to see the spine broken into two. But tonight, he seems like he was playing with his phone, as you notice the gadget next to his pillow.

Leaning closer, you smell something sweet, like vanilla and macadamia. And what do you do with that information? You sniff him.

You sniff his neck, the crook of his neck, his ears, even his whole face, and eventually Wonwoo wakes up from all the sniffing. The ends of your hair makes him feel ticklish, and he slightly stretches before realising that you are on top of him.

"Hm?" Eyes squinting, you can see him scanning your face, before looking around in the room. "Oh, when did you arrive home?" His voice deep, laced with sleep.

His arms wrap around your waist naturally, hands creeping inside your pajamas and you shiver when his cold fingertips make contact with your skin.

"About 20-30 minutes ago. Say, you're sleeping early tonight?" Giving him a smile, you brush his hair away from his face. Wonwoo doesn't flinch at the act, he's used to it. And he misses you so much today. The boys kept mentioning you during lunch, saying how you've been busy and they haven't seen you in a week.

Yawning, he pulls you closer, simultaneously burrowing his head into your neck. Using his leg to reach the comforter, he laid it on top the both of you.

Letting out a contented sigh, he begins to leave a trail of kisses around your neck. You smell like oranges and peaches, and he just loves it. It's always been like this, him sniffing you out right after shower, holding you close by your waist. And you being ticklish, tries to wiggle your way out of it but to no avail.

Even right now, you can't even escape due to his strong hold. You're squirming on top of him like a worm, giggling like a teenage girl.

"Wonwoo stop!" You strech your neck away from him, trying to avoid his kisses as much as you can. When it works, you thank the heavens.

"You're always avoiding my kisses. Are they that bad? Does my breath stinks?" Turning away, he questions you with a frown, his hold loosening.

It breaks your heart to hear it, because if he stinks in the first place you won't even come near him, let alone seduce him.

"No baby! You know I'm ticklish." Using both of your hands, you cup his face, turning his head so that he is facing you. "And you don't stink, you smell heavenly." You end your sentence with dropping kisses on his lips.

Groaning, he kisses you deeply and turns your body to the side. "Mhm gonna make you a mum. You're gonna be so sexy, carrying my baby."

A giggle bursts out of you from his confession. Not exactly a confession, he mentioned wanting to get you pregnant for a while but nothing ever happened. He shares how he can envision you all round, glowing and fucking sexy when you're pregnant.

"I'm already inseparable from you now, it's gonna get a lot worse when you're pregnant, baby."

It's indescribable, what you're feeling. You know it's just his dick talking but you also don't hate the idea of having a baby. In fact, it's been your dream to be a mother. You even wrote it in your diary when you were 8;

A mother by 23.

Now you're way past that age, but it's never too late.

Tracing his high nosebridge, you ask "so do you want to have a baby, or do you only want to see me pregnant?"

Without wasting any breath, Wonwoo answers "both."

"You'll be an amazing mum. I just know it. The way you care about others is truly genuine, and just pure love that only a mother can be." Says Wonwoo, gently playing with your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers.

"And not to mention, you'll be hot as fuck! Imagine all the pregnant se—," you pinch his side before he can even finish his word. Such a naughty thought for someone who got woken up a few minutes ago.

Wonwoo only throws his head back and laughs though. Teasing you is the easiest thing! Not to mention your reactions. Pushing his other hand inside your pajama, he rubs a circle motion on your back, simultaneously making you feel sleepier and horny at the same time. You swear, just a touch from Wonwoo and you're already drenched. It's like magic.

Giving a slight peck to his lips, you ask him the most important question.

Everything about him is so serene.

He has this habit of touching his lips when he is so deep in his thoughts. Eyebrows scrunch, occassionally pouting from all the complicated words he is reading. And sometimes, well most of the time, he would rub his stubbles growing on his chin. He shaves of course, but within days his baby beard will grow back again and he can't be bothered by it. He sports the stubbles like it is nobody's business, looking so deliciously manly you just want to kiss along those stubbles. The scratchy sensation prickling your skin when he goes as near as kissing you, anywhere on your body, it makes you shudder with delight from just thinking about it.

Takes a lot in you to absorb his magnificence. On the first meeting, you just thought that he was shy, kept words to himself most importantly, you thought he was the hottest nerd you've ever laid your eyes on. His nose, probably what he himself thinks is his best feature, feminine and incredibly straight with the slope ending with a pointy tip. It matches his eyes—his best feature for you—slanted and sharp, like he could see right through you. He was a tad bit annoying when he showed off his intelligence, but hot nontheless. The way he talked with conviction, laughing like a villain when Mingyu decided to challenge his intellectual.

His lips. Those lips that utter softness, always giving you assurance. The same lips that debates with Mingyu, and sometimes Jeonghan. Thicker bottom lip, with an upper lip that is feminine with a deep cupid's bow. And when he kisses you, your body tingles with every movement. The groans he spill, with his deep voice that you can feel in your spine. It makes you shiver. When he compliments you, it comes with a kiss.

"My pretty girl." A kiss on your cheek, at random hours every day.

"You did amazing." A kiss on your shoulder when you lost in a game.

"You look cute." A kiss on your neck when he sees you relaxed, reading a book he suggested.

"I love you." A kiss on your forehead and on your lips.

It's everytime he speaks, a kiss will land somewhere on your body. You love it so much.

You also love how soft spoken Wonwoo is. With that deep voice of his, he can easily scare people away but because of the way he articulates his words softly, he sounds like an actualy sunshine. Especially when he comes to you and spill about his day, sounding so excited. What makes it funny to you is when he reenacts some jokes the member told him. The thing about Wonwoo is that he is not an animated speaker. Minimal hand gestures, body language reserved, it's up to his tone for you to decide if he's telling a funny story. But when he laughs, be sure that his nose will scrunch.

At night, when you two are getting ready to sleep, he always asks if you're having any trouble lately. If you do, he will listen and let you finish talking, his hand keeping busy with caressing your hair until you fall asleep like that. If you don't, he will hum you to sleep.

Wonwoo is a tall guy. He makes it a habit to kiss the top of your head. He loves the height difference between you two, how your head fits right on his chest. It makes hugging you so much better when you can listen to his heartbeat, arms circling your neck as he pushes his cheek against your temple. He gives the best hugs, it's not as frequent as his kisses but when he is into it at certain times, he won't stop. Especially after tour, days without physical contact will take a toll on him. He is snaking his arms around your waist with his palm rubbing your back, swaying side to side without a single word. He hopes, and he knows, his hug delivers the best "I missed you" message.

You miss his presence the most when he's not there to make your coffee in the morning. Or when he's not there to tie your apron when you're cooking because being the graceless one between the both of you, you always forget to. He knows when to act. Like when you are entering the car, he will take your bag so that you can sit without sitting on your bag. How he laid out your pajamas on the bed for you, so that you don't have to rummage your closet after showering. To be fair, he wants to match with you, which is why he is always a step ahead.

"Tonight is a pink pajamas kinda night." He says, showing the pajamas he picked earlier like it was some prize, which you giggle at.

There are times where he even surprise you, saying that your period will be in a few hours. And he's spot on. How does he knows this? "Your boobs look bigger, and you've become sexier in the last hour." Sounds crazy but his methods are flawless!

"Of course you notice my boobs." You say while rolling your eyes, and he can't help but to kiss you stupid. You're glowing in his eyes, always the most beautiful.

He scoffs, not in a mean way, like he thinks you're being cute. "Where? Just tell me and I'll drive us princess."

Pulling on his sleeve, you whisper "it's a surprise."

Staying quiet, he breathes in, a deep breath like he's actually considering the idea, before finally giving in. "Alright, here." He hands you the key, to which you giddily accept.

See? You always get what you want.

As you skip to the car, Wonwoo chuckles. He thinks that you're so cute. It doesn't take much to make you happy, so long as you get whatever you want. And what you want, is always simple. It's never complicated, never hard for him to make sure that it comes true. But maybe because it's just HIM. He will do anything for you.

In the car, you can't stop smilling. You've always wanted to drive his car—his beautiful, sleek, black Audi—but Wonwoo never allows you to drive whenever he's around. All that you've driven is your own car, basically useless because Wonwoo is ALWAYS around.

He trusts your driving, he has seen you drive your friends around before. If anything, you are the driver of your friend group. It says a lot about how much your friends trust your driving. But with him? You are his princess, his own pretty passenger princess. He loves taking care of you, what's wrong with that?

"Princess, focus. You keep smiling like that, your cheeks will hurt." He reaches out to caress your cheek with a finger, making you smile harder.

"Let me be! I'm finally driving you around. Do you know how much it empowers me to drive my man??" Wonwoo smiles at that. Sure, he can make you feel empower everyday if it makes you this happy, but less of the driving though.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," nodding, you turn to look at him for a sec, only to look back onto the road because HOLY the way he is staring at you makes your panties wet.

Chuckling nervously, you ask "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He hums, leaning forward to tap a finger on the dashboard, not even turning away for your figure. "It's how you look at me whenever I'm driving. I'm just mirroring you, princess."

Wow. If it is true, you don't know how he survived, getting turned on every time? That's... a hard life.

"I don't know how you survived."

"You didn't notice me gripping your thigh every single time? And how I would drag you into the bedroom after?"

When it registers, you feel your face getting hot. Damn, Wonwoo can be so straightforward sometimes, no filter at all.

Masking it, you reach out and rests your hand on his thigh, trying to mimic him and he was laughing so hard beside you. "Oh princess, you are so cute." He grips ypur hand, playing with your finger.

The rest of the drive is chill, with Wonwoo telling you about his brother. You respond accordingly, driving carefully through the night as you are nearing your destination.

"We are here!" You got out of the car, fingers tingling to pull out the gift but you control yourself, holdong out til the end.

Wonwoo grabs your hand, waiting patiently as he looks around. "Wow, I didn't know this place existed."

It is a garden, looking so magical as if fairies are gonna come out soon. It is breathtaking, especially with the golden glow of the twilight, the air hums with the scent of blooming flowers. The petals are shimmering, delicate veins weave through the arched trelkises, with the lavender hanging over like waterfalls.

There is a pond, it mirrors the night, speckles with floating lotus flowers that are glowing, as if holding a secret light.

"Minghao told me about this place, I thought should check it out."

Minghao? Wonwoo is more confused by the one suggesting the garden. "How would he know? Does he go out on dates here?" he asks, to which you shrug.

Turning his body to face you, you give him a small smile. "Baby.." you start to take the gift out, "I know we are late to celebrate Valentine's Day, but I wanted to do something special for you."

A small smile paints his handsome face, looking down at your small figure. His hands rest on your waist, as he waits for you to continue.

"Thank you for the dinner, for the countless gifts and meals you've paid, for driving me around, giving me assurance and pouring endless love to me, I don't know how I got this lucky, but you're mine." He chuckles, and murmurs 'and you're mine.'

Slapping his arm lightly, you reveal his gift, pulling it from the box.

"I want you always remember me, and as much as I want to be with you all the fucking time 24/7, we know I can't. So in times that I'm not physically next to you, I hope this reminds you of my unwavering support. That I'm committed to you." You take his hand, pushing the ring into his pointer finger.

Wonwoo is speechless.

His mind is blank, overwhelmed and in a good way. He receives a lot of care today; from you cooking and massaging him, to you driving him and now giving him a ring.

"Princess.. I will never, NOT think about you." He cups your face, and gives you a kiss so deep, you feel lightheaded.

When he pulls away, he is all smiles, but can't look into your eyes.

This, is the man who dominates the hell out of you in the bedroom, but outside this is how he acts; shy, quiet but sweet.

"Thank you princess, I will be better so that next year you'll give me a bracelet next." He jokes.

"Oh yeah? A bracelet with my name on it?"

He gasps at your answer, fire in his eyes like he is determined to get the bracelet with your name on it. When you realize it, you laugh and slaps his chest. "You're nasty!!"

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He, for a fact, likes to kiss you. And not just the common random pecks on your face, it’s the kind where it’s almost a full on makeout.

Here’s how; it always starts with him standing behind you, like he will pull you closer by your waist, your back to his chest. He grips you tighter until he turns you around, face so close to each other you fell like going cross-eyed. 

This, this is where you are about to faint. It’s like no one else is there, just you and him. His breathing, mingling with yours, his hot, hot breath, hits your face softly. Heartbeat so loud your eardrums feel like popping, you’re sure your ears are red. His smell surrounding you, just him filling your every senses. His warmth hugging you like a blanket. When it looks like he is about to dive in and kiss you on the lips, he dips. He dips.... to kiss your neck first. Not just any kiss, an open mouthed kiss that if he isn’t being careful, he will definitely leave a mark. Every single time, you have to hold any sound from spilling out of your mouth, because somehow deep inside, you still realize that the both of you are in public, in a line outside waiting for your turn at a restaurant Mingyu has booked for lunch, doesn’t matter if it was only the boys, they will make fun of you until you die.

At the sound of the smacking of his lips, your heart skips a beat, as you know what’s to come next.

You wait patiently, eyes already close, anticipating his hot lips. When he stands straighter, he dives into you, capturing your lips without a care for the world. And oh... how it makes you crazy for him.

There is just something so raw about his actions. Like he doesn’t realize it, moving purely on instincts which is why, you think, he debunked his own “I don’t like PDA” because he just acts so out of love.

Endearing honestly. As endearing as his sweater paws, when he shoves his hand into your pockets (any pockets, be it your jeans, your hoodie) and also when he giggles with that deep voice of his. He is such an endearing person in general. If there is anything that he loves more than you, it will be the cats in the shelter he always volunteered at. See? Endearing.

When he starts to trail down your neck, goosebumps arose from your skin, your spine tingling from the hot breath and close proximity. You can really smell his skin, his shampoo, more often than not distracted by his hands which are all over you and in places where it is a bit too scandalous for public. And his hands are so warm, you can feel it through your clothes.

From your neck to your lips, he keeps the same speed and makes your head spin from the sweetest breath coming out from his nose. You are sure that his shirt is crinkled from how strong you are gripping on it. Then, you feel him pulling away.

That short distance between the both of you, drinking each other's breath, you look at him in the eyes only to see that he is staring at your lips, which you are very sure is looking swollen and raw.

And you are sure you stop breathing when he dives again to kiss you. His arm tightens around your waist and somehow, you feel like he is pulling you a little bit to the side, as if wanting to hide from public. Immersed or not, he can still feel the stares of his friends on his back, so he tries to hide you as much as he can with his body.

Another hand is on your neck, the thumb caressing the skin so softly, it tingles.

The kiss trails to your neck, goosebumps rising on skin. Then, he trails up again to your lips only to pull away. Your eyes are closed, enjoying now his breath is fanning on your face. And before you know it, he dives again for your lips, you can feel him smiling against you.

"Get a room, the both of you." Seungcheol has had enough of the PDA. It is embarrassing for him, trying to fend both of you from the public as they give stank eyes. The old Wonwoo can never, and will never kiss like that. He likes it private, and he is generally a private and quiet guy, what change is that you came into his life and made him a little more wild.

Even Seungkwan can't help but gives side eyes, usually he likes it when his hyung is showering you with affection, but this time it is too much for him to handle. "i can't defend you two anymore, and you should know better y/n!" He stands next to you, giving you a playful warning.

Wonwoo snickers and tucks you under his arm, smiling smugly at his friends, before looking back at your face, now all flushed. "I'll show you more later."

And you smack his chest. "I love you." He adds, kissing the top of your head as your table number is called, so all of you walk inside the restaurant, enjoying lunch.

Even then, Wonwoo still hasn't let go of your hand.

Looking around for Wonwoo, your eyes landed on his broad back, which was facing you. He seemed fine, his blanket covering the lower half of his body. Was he not cold?

Now, everyone in your circle knew Wonwoo gets cold easily. He would often shove his hands into your pocket to warm them up. When it was winter, at least two heat packs were compulsory, one in each pocket to help him fight the cold. You on the other hand were fine with your gloves but he always insisted that you bring heat packs too because he would never give you his (that was a lie).

Pulling yourself to snuggle behind him, you could already feel the heat radiating from him. Still, it wasn't enough so you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling the blanket to cover the both of you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you smiled to yourself, pushing your cheek against his broad back, finally feeling content. His smell, his soapy smell was a bonus. You could sniff him all night long while trying to warm up. What could get worse?

Until minutes later, Wonwoo waking up, feeling super warm, he had a thin layer of sweat on his neck. Groggy and sleepy, he tried turning around, pushing the blanket further when he felt something heavy leaning behind him.

Snuggled behind him, trying to get his warmth, there you laid just innocently, your breathing soft as you drift into a deeper sleep.

Wonwoo didn't expect it, because he was feeling warm. Tonight's probably the warmest yet for the month, and he got a little confused as to why you were attached to his back.

Moving slowly to adjust his position, he pushed you slightly so that you'd lay on your back. When he succeeded, he got up to take off his shirt before tugging the blanket away from him. Only then he resumed to his position, laying on his side to face you.

Wrapped in the blanket alone, your chest visibly move as a sign of breathing, and it got him into a deep thought.

His eyes trailed to your features, crossing his arms as he leaned closer. How did someone like you, ended up with someone like him? Whatever did he do, that made you fall for him? He was known as a cold bastard, literally and figuratively. None has ever impressed him enough to get him to treat them better though.

None until you. You came just out of nowhere. Being friends with Seungkwan, the social butterfly, one can already guess your personality. Well not really, because Seungkwan friends were just so loud, and irritatingly sarcastic. You on the other hand, were a lot calmer and gave more reactions rather than blabbering out loud like them.

Seungkwan mentioned how you were the level headed one in the group, and it wasn't until a debate between Mingyu and you did he learned that you were familiar of many things. You could just talk about anything, the knowledge that you had was so impressive he had to squeeze in a conversation with you.

From there, it bloomed into a friendship, until you two were inseparable. He learned a lot about you. You dislike chocolate. You didn't hate it because hate is a strong word, you dislike it. Anything neon pink on you is a no-no. Pastel pink, yes. He also knew how you hate it when people handled your books roughly. Yes. You were a reader, just like him too. Which blew his mind. Well he should've guessed by how fluent you were in whatever topic thrown at you. It was a big giveaway to be honest. How you were so eloquent with your words, your diverse knowledge in so many things. You might not know everything, but you have insights and opinions of your own. It was such a turn on for him.

Smiling to himself at the thought, he pushed away a strand hair on your face, and realized you were sweating too. All the snuggling and heat got to you.

He pushed the blanket away, letting you cool down on your own and kissed the side of your head sweetly. He tried to not latch onto you, only resting his palm on your tummy, drawing circles with his thumb.

He got lucky with you, couldn't wait to have kids with you. There was a research saying that kids take over the intelligence of their mother. Bet his children will be smart as hell. Smirking to himself at the thought, almost shyly, he snapped back to reality. Your sleeping figure lay static, unaware with full bliss of the night, he whispered.

With that Wonwoo in your mind, you quickly finish showering, moving on to lathering your lotion and doing your night time skincare. Takes you a minimum of 7-10 minutes on a normal day but not today, you swoop swoop swoop pat pat pat and you're done.

Basically running to the bedroom, your knees automatically shake at the image.

As expected, Wonwoo, clad only in his sweatpants, black rimmed glasses on top of his sharp nose, is scrolling through his phone. One arm is tucked under his head, and the bicep there bulged like it is nobody's business.

He sees you through the corner of his eyes and moves his phone away, smilling cutely at you. "Why are you standing there, come to bed." He pats the spot next to him, unaware of just how mouthwatering he looks with his muscles all bulging and contracting with every move.

And you, with all the hormones plus the image of Wonwoo you fed yourself in the shower, runs across the room and practically jumps on him, making you straddle his slim waist.

He catches you, though there is nothing to catch because you landed gracefully—as graceful as you can be with jumping—on top of him. A huff comes out from Wonwoo as he chuckles at your action.

"You feeling Jackie Chan-ish today babe? What's up with you?"

You give him the widest smile, and without answering, you lie chest to chest, on top of him. Your legs, folded and bent on both sides of him, squeezing his frame as tight as you can.

His smells so good, you just can't help but lift your head, and bite his bicep. His hand, which was ruffling your hair, stops as he tries to wrench himself from you.

But then, he tries this move where he holds you in a headlock, and rolls to the other side, pulling you with him. The scene looks like something out of WWE.

"I know you like it when I'm rough with you babe. Think of it as foreplay." You burst out laughing from his words, knowing just how true it is.

He laughs together with you, phone now long forgotten. Seconds later, he arranges your position so that you're back on top of him again.

"Can you please rub my back?" Gladly, he does whatever you ask him to. Sometimes he playfully grabs your ass, which got you moaning.

"I'll be honest." He starts.

You narrow your eyes, shooting daggers as if to warn him that whatever that he is going to say, he better be careful.

"I thought I was an ass guy, until you."

"And.. that is a compliment because?" You can never guess, but if people were to ask, you'd say that Wonwoo is a boob guy considering how much he likes to play with with yours. But then, times like this for example, he goes straight to your ass.

"I love your ass," he emphasized it with squeezing both your ass cheeks, "but your boobs are definitely the most beautiful." His eyes peers down, directly into your cleavage.

He mentioned once how much he loves the beauty mark on your boob, your left boob to be exact. He would always unconsciously kiss the mark during sex, and his eyes went straight to the mark if he was ogling your boobs.

Even now, he lifts one arm off of your back, just to squish your boob, exactly on the mark.

Snickering, you play with his hair, nodding along.

"Well, I love the mark below your eyes. I love your nose. I love it when you laugh and your nose just scrunch, it's the cutest thing. Oh, and I love your armpits." With that, you lift his arm up and bite his armpit, finding pleasure in his body writhing under yours. You just love it when you can manhandle a guy as big and buff as your boyfriend. And the best part? He just lets you, what an enabler.

Your are getting carried away with teasing him that you don't realize, half of your body is now in the air, making your boobs dangle in front of you.

You are not wearing anything sexy, just a camisole top, royal blue camisol that matches with one of Wonwoo's many pajamas set. But it gives easy access, if you know what I mean.

With that, Wonwoo tugs on your camisole, freeing your boobs before he flips the both of you, so you're now under him.

Wasting no time, he dives to your chest, trailing kisses and biting along your underboobs. Your latest sweet spot that he discovered.

Your fingers immediately thread into his hair, pulling and tugging on the strands and your let go of whatever control that you have left, surrendering to the pleasure.

You thank the heavens for giving Wonwoo the insights on how to pleasure you, because you never knew this spot was such a turn on. You are so sensitive along your underboobs that he got you squirming and literally wetting yourself. While his mouth is busy with your underboobs, his hands are busy with your nipples. Occasionally, one of his hand will take turn to run down your sides, causing you to shiver and raising goosebumps on your skin.

Then, Wonwoo got up, and kisses your lips with the same gentleness that he gave to your boobs. No, the kiss is actually way softer.

You love his kisses. He is always so giving, he can kiss you for hours if he feels your lips chasing his the moment he pulls away.

Finally, he lies on his side, still not letting go of your lips, pulling your closer to him so that you are both chest to chest.

When he finally pulls away, he leans to kiss your forehead, tugging you under his chin, a sign that he's asking you to go to sleep now.

Pouting, you sigh harshly, because he left you hanging with no release.