#piwon fluff

So when you finished setting up your camera in Keeho’s car, he just stared at you and watched as you worked. 

“I’m gonna start rolling now.” You told him, using the screen to fix your appearance. 

Keeho leans over to the back to get his jacket and you press record while he searches. 

“Hey what’s up guys?” You start, chuckling a little at the way your boyfriend flounders for a bit and whines (“why record now? I’m still getting your dang jacket.”) 

“Today is a beautiful day, and I thought that I could start off a little “weekend in my life” vlog for you guys. Technically I should’ve started it in the house but I forgot.” You smile sheepishly at the screen, watching as Keeho finally comes forth and unceremoniously drops the jacket in your lap. 

“Today my husband and I are going to the store to grab some food before going to the picnic to eat.” You tell the viewers, resisting the smirk that threatens to plaster itself on your face at his abrupt pause. 

Keeho looks at you while you continue to look at the camera, disbelief swimming in his eyes. When you finally look at him, he’s blinking his eyes at you and nodding towards the camera. 

“Why don’t you say hi to the viewers, husband? Maybe they’re new and don’t know you.” You continue on, blinking up at your boyfriend prettily. 

He continues to stare at you. Then he looks at your hands. He stares at them for a few long pauses. 

"Why are you calling me your husband?" is all he asks in response.

 Now it’s your turn to blink at him with disbelief swimming in your eyes. The pause is pregnant enough that you could practically hear a contraction.  

"Cause last time I checked, my hands were bare. Not a single ring on my finger." He finishes after a while. 

Your jaw drops open at the words and his mouth curls into a wide cheshire grin. Smug and prideful. You wanted to wipe it off of his face. 

Alas, you were a professional and just carried on with the vlog. When you paused it, he started driving. Then you decided to tell him your thoughts.

"I should leave that first part in so people can call you a red flag." 

"Wouldn't be the first time." he replies smoothly.

⋆˚࿔ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Your audience knew Taeyang. They were there alongside you and this relationship from the first date, and welcomed him with open arms from the third (when they officially saw his face). Vlogging around him was normal, and he often had to remind you to capture content whenever you just seemed to forget.  

You and your boyfriend were in the lounge room when you decided to do the challenge on him. It was just a nice and short tiktok that you’ll then edit separately from the vlog you were already recording. You looked over at your boyfriend after setting up your camera, and he looked up when he felt your eyes on him. 

“Hey, just recording some more for the vlog.” You explained to him. 

He nodded once and gave a small smile, then went back to his phone. 

“Hey guys. As you guys know, I’m currently spending the day with my husband. We went out for lunch like an hour or two prior, and now we’re in the school’s lounge room chilling to pass time before our movie.” You tell the vlog, looking at him from the screen to gauge his reaction. 

Taeyang doesn’t even flinch at your words. 

You clear your throat a bit, and that causes him to look up at you. His eyes shine in glee, and you eagerly turn to see his reaction in real time. Then he shoves his phone in your face.

"Babe, look at this guitar.” He exclaims. 

You blink at him and move your face a bit to look at the guitar in question. It was a good looking guitar. 

“Wow, she looks really good.” You tell him. 

His face brightens at your approval and he then jumps into a five minute rant about what he loved about the guitar. You didn’t have the heart to interrupt him, but you had something to film. 

“Taeyang, I was recording.” You tell him. 

“Oh shoot.” He says, eyes widening in shock after being knocked out of his tirade. 

“You wanna go again?” He asks you. 

“Nah, I’ll just repeat the words and edit the rest.” You reply. 

He nods, albeit reluctantly, and lets you start over. 

“But yeah like I was saying; my husband and I-” 

"What? Your husband? You didn't even propose.” Taeyang interrupts. 

You and him stare at each other for a bit. Him with a judging look on his face, and you with a look of exasperation.

“Anyways, like I was saying." 

⋆˚࿔ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You and Jiung have been dating for a little over a year. You are a more private person when it comes to mentioning or showing friends and family. You always got their permission first, and more often than not, you second-guess whether or not you wanna post the footage.

So all in all, your audience has only seen your boyfriend a total of two times. This time would be the third. You set up your camera in your room near your vanity, and Jiung is sitting on your bed. 

You press record after letting him know that you would. 

“Hey guys! It's been a while since I've last posted anything, but I've been busy with schoolwork. Today though, I have a very special video planned. I am going to film a get ready with me, and my husband behind me will do my voiceover.” You tell your audience, looking at the screen to see your boyfriend smiling at his phone. 

He had been smiling the entire time, but when you told the audience that he was your husband his smile got even brighter. You try not to let your cheesy smile plaster on your face, but you just couldn't help it. Your boyfriend was blushing now.

“ Hey husband.” you started, turning back to look at him.

He looks up and rubs his hand down his face to push down his smile.

“Yes, my love?” he asks, fanning his face to lose some of the heat. 

You giggle at him and beckon him over.

“Why don't you say hi to the audience?” you ask cheekily. 

He waves shyly to the camera, red filling the apples of his cheeks as he introduces himself with a little hi. 

You turn back to the camera and pick up your primer and tell the audience that you already did your skincare in the bathroom. 

You do your makeup and watch Jiung from the corner of your screen. He continues to fiddle with his phone with that dopey smile. When you drop one of your brushes on the floor, you hear him speak. 

"She called me her husband." He says with a shy laugh behind it.

⋆˚࿔ 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You and Intak were best friends for four years before becoming a couple, so your audience knew the guy for a while. As such, Intak was especially cosy with the camera. There were times where he even recorded for you whenever you forgot. 

He knew all of the trends, often held your camera for you to record you walking for the “aesthetic” shots, and would even direct you sometimes on what to do and when to do it. As such, he knew about this trend before you did. 

Despite being your boyfriend/best friend, he also acted like your brand manager. The guy could get a bit crazy at times. So when you heard the same scenario from his phone for the fifth time that day, you planned on doing it for him as well. 

Yes, he knew the challenge, but why not let him get what he was so desperately hinting at you to give him? The setup was simple. You told him you were filming a mini vlog for your channel, and he went along with it. 

So here you guys were, sitting in the car that was parked in the lot of your apartment complex, talking with each other about how you guys wanted to spend the day. 

When you asked him if he wanted something to eat, he mentioned the place that you both ordered from regularly. It was perfect. So you left the camera rolling and you called up the place. 

“Hey, can I just get the [place food here] with a [place drink here]?” You start. 

Intak smiles at the camera and mouths how he loves the food there and that he was the one that discovered the place. Then he goes to hold your hand while you order. 

“Yeah that’s good. Oh also, my husband said he wanted the [place food here], do you guys have that?” You continue on the phone, fighting the smile that screams to attach itself to your expression when you feel his hand go slack. 

You turn to him to see his eyes shining with glee and his smile stretching far and wide. The smile on your face wins the fight and emerges victorious at his unadulterated joy. 

“You guys have that? Great. Yup that’s it. Alright. 15 minutes, got it. Thank you!” You end the call. 

Intak waits for you to put your phone down before shaking the daylights out of you. 

"Your what?!" He shouts at you in question. 

“My husband. Aren't you my husband?” You reply with a smirk on your face. 

“Anyways husband, do you wanna go to the park and wait on the food?” You try to change the topic. 

Intak snatches the camera (like always) and grins like a boy in love. 

"Hey guys! My wife and I are actually going to the store to get rings so we can make this official." He tells the camera, before passing it back to you and putting on his seatbelt. 

You give him an incredulous look at his enthusiasm, hesitantly starting the car. 

"What? Let's get a move on woman. Every kiss begins with kay!" He jokes. 

You laugh and lead the way. 

⋆˚࿔ 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You and Shota’s relationship wasn’t a secret to anyone, but it was very private. Your audience knew you had a boyfriend.

Well, they knew of Shota. Not so much of knowing who he was. If someone were to come to any of your subscribers and ask them to describe how your boyfriend looked to them, they’d scratch their heads and tell the person to pass it off to someone else. 

And it’s not like you haven’t shown your boyfriend. There was that one time he showed up on camera. But no one knew that was your boyfriend because all you guys did was argue about Pokemon for like 2 minutes. 

Anyways, you were vlogging a “Week In My Life” video for your channel, and Shota just so happened to pencil himself into your schedule that week. You were sitting in front of his legs watching anime with the camera a bit far when you decided to start the trend. Shota was on his phone ignoring the anime in front of him despite being the one to suggest it. 

“Anyways guys, my husband and I are on the third episode of this anime, and as you can see … he’s not even paying attention.” You tell the audience. 

Meanwhile, your boyfriend is angry he got the same pokémon for the third time so he didn't hear you while you spoke. You turn around and poke his knee to get his attention. 

He makes a noise to tell you that he’s listening. 

“My husband’s not even paying attention to me, guys.” You tell the audience, pouting slightly. 

He looks at you confused, head tilting slightly to question you.

"Huh? Husband? Did you find the ring in the drawer?" He asks you innocently. 

You look at him with your shock lacing your face, and he gets even more confused. 

“You have a ring in the drawer? I didn’t know about that.” You respond as you turn your entire body towards him. 

"Then why are you calling me your husband if you didn't find the ring?" He asks, resting his phone down.

“It’s a trend, Sho. You record yourself with your boyfriend and call them your husband to get their reaction.” You explain to him. 

“What do you gain from that?” He asks you, still confused. 

You give up before the conversation can escalate any further. You then ask him about his phone and he rants to you about the fact that he got the same card three times. 

⋆˚࿔ 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You’ve only been dating Jongseob for about half a year. He’s shown up in your vlogs on multiple occasions though. Everyone knew about your underground rapper boyfriend in your community. 

In almost all of your “Productive Weekend” videos there was a portion dedicated to the events you went to to support him and his performances. Your audience often thought it was very cute. In other videos, they’d often see you on the couch of Jongseob’s studio listening to his music and waiting for him to finish so that you guys can eat food after. 

This time was no different. You placed the camera on his desk, and let him be at the forefront of this section of the vlog. He talked to your audience as if it was his own channel, and you let him enjoy it while you scrolled through social media to find some tiktok ideas to do. 

Somewhere along the way, you stumbled upon the challenge, and Jongseob placed his headphones on so that he could actively listen to his new track. You immediately picked yourself up from the couch and went over to the camera to collect it. 

Jongseob didn’t even blink when you did. You wanted to record it on your camera, but you saw that the battery was dying, so you stopped your video and put the battery on charge. 

You set your camera up, and pulled out the chair on the side of your boyfriend. Then you press record. 

“Hey guys. I’m currently in the studio watching my husband make a new beat for his mixtape.” You tell the audience, looking over to see your boyfriend not even paying attention to you. 

Usually pulling out the chair beside him gets his attention. Guess he’s locked in. 

You tap him on the shoulder and he flinches, but stops the music to look at you. 

"Huh? Oh babe you should listen to this new beat. I think we could get signed with this one." He tells you excitedly.

You look at him and smile before pointing to your phone that was still recording. 

“I was just telling everyone how I’m currently in the studio with my husband.” You reiterate.

He nods attentively, and looks at you with sparkles in his eye. (It’s the reflection of the monitor but let me have this guys) 

"Your husband? That's what's up. Anyways, I think blue and yellow make green." He says to you, moving his headphones away from his head. 

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to make sense of what your boyfriend just said to you. 

"That's literally not what we were talking about?" You tell him, tone tilting upwards to let your confusion show. 

"It's not? Oh shoot. Anyways babe listen to this beat I made." He continues, shoving the headphones into your hands. 

You give your phone camera the infamous 4th wall break look before putting on the headphones to listen to the beat. 

You hover in the doorway, fingers picking at the hem of your shirt. Keeho’s sitting there, shoes on, jacket already zipped—he’s been ready for the last twenty minutes. Guilt prickles at your chest.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” you mumble, forcing a smile. “I can just meet you there.”

He shakes his head instantly. “Not happening.” When you still don’t move, shoulders dropping as you cower into yourself he adds softly, “C’mere, seriously.”

How fucking embarrassing. 

You drag your feet across the carpet, sitting beside him with a small sigh. Keeho turns a little toward you, elbow resting on the back of the couch and his warm palm finding its place on your lower back. 

“You know,” he says, voice gentler now, “I don’t care if we’re late. I just care that you look like you wanna cry.”

You press your lips together, desperately trying not to. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t argue this time. He just studies you for a moment — really looks. Then, so quietly you almost don’t catch it, “You’ve been trying on clothes for an hour. What’s going on?”

The words tumble out before you can stop them. “Nothing fits right. Everything’s either too tight or too loose, and I just—” you gesture helplessly at yourself, eyes burning, “I don’t even know why I’m crying about this.”

“Baby…”

You shake your head, embarrassed. “You’re all dressed up. You’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, but I’d wait again if it meant you didn’t feel like… this.” He pauses, eyes softening. “We can stay in if you want. Order something. You can try things on and I’ll give brutally honest fashion advice, free of charge.”

That earns a tiny laugh out of you. “You’re gonna regret offering that.”

“Never,” he grins.

“It’s just,” you glance down defeatedly, taking in the spillage— the way your top sits uncomfortably and barely covers you. Your hands come up to cover your chest, “They’re just too big.” 

“Too big?!” 

“Keeho-” 

“No, seriously-” His eyes are wide, hands coming up to grab your waist and tug you closer. 

You try to resist, hands wrapping tighter around yourself and eyes darting around as you mumble something incoherent. Still, he lulls you closer, so patiently, until you’re seated on his lap, thighs on either side of his.

 “Look at me,” he tilts your chin up with his finger until you meet his eyes. “Do you know how obsessed I am with you?” He leans closer, eyes dancing over your skin as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. 

His hands squeeze your waist, working themselves everywhere until they settle just under your ribs.

“Do you know how much I love laying on your chest?” His mouth moves carefully around each word as he draws closer, until his breath is kissing your skin but his lips are still just an inch too far. 

“How soft,” he whispers, “how kissable they are? I could die a happy man right now, just holding you like this.” 

“I know, but my shirts-”

“So take it off.” He shrugs, “Just for now. If this is stressing you out,” he tugs at the fabric, “then take it off.”

When you don’t move, he carefully finds the hem of your shirt, “Let me?”

You nod, meek and shy and overwhelmed. But his gaze—it doesn’t feel pressuring. It doesn’t feel judgmental or rushed or even pitiful. 

And when he peels your shirt off your skin and your arms come down around his shoulders, the look on his face nearly makes you laugh.

“Holy shit,” he groans, “feels like it’s my birthday every time I undress you.” 

“Shut up,” you scold, but there’s no real bite to your tone. The corner of your lips twitches up when he groans again, face pressing into your chest as he breathes you in.

“I love you.” He’s muffled and slurring, hands molding over your bra and kisses finally starting to meet your soft, plush skin. “So warm.”

Your brows lift up slightly as you watch, jaw slack, as his tongue darts out with a mind of its own to lick across the swell of your boob. He doesn’t just stop there; His mouth finds your other breast, making sure it’s not neglected. Open-mouthed kisses trail spit across you as you gasp quietly, nails digging lightly into his skin. 

“Kyo…”

“Do you really not see? How pretty and full you are?”

Before you can think too much about it, before you can take it back, you blurt out, “take it off.” 

Keeho pauses for just a second, eyes finding your soft and vulnerable ones for long enough to make sure you really mean your request before letting his hands wrap around you slowly to unhook your bra, straps slipping down your arms until the undergarment is sitting between you. 

Keeho wastes no time in tossing it aside and leaning back on his palms, his eyes, respectfully, glancing nowhere near yours.

“Wow…” he draws out, drool gathering on the corner of his lip.

“Don’t just stare…” You mumble. Your hand comes up to cover yourself until he catches them and gently brushes them away.

“Oh, I don’t plan to,” his thumb comes up to smooth over your perked up nipple, “believe me, I plan to do way more than just stare. Just… Just wanna take you in for a second…”

“You really like them that bad?” You ask quietly, looking down at them with less appreciation than you should.

He nearly laughs, “Are you crazy? Did you just ask your boyfriend if he likes your boobs?”

“Keeho!” You smack his shoulder but he catches your hand and kisses your fingertips before sinking his face between your mounds again. 

“I’m sorry, m’ sorry, it’s just… really? You’re insane.” He shakes his head, “But hey, maybe I just need to remind you." he kisses your neck before pulling back to look at you properly. "Yeah? Is that okay?”

You nod again, much quicker and sure this time. 

Before you can even ready yourself, you’re swept into the air with a yelp, clinging to his shoulders as he carries you up and over towards your room. When you look down, his face is barely visible, completely buried under your boobs.

“Can you even breathe?” you squeak out in a laugh. 

You feel him shake his head against you, “No. And I don’t care.”

A real laugh escapes you for the first time today, and another when he kicks open the bedroom door clumsily. His arm swipes away at all the shirts you had tried on earlier, knocking them off the bed and out of the way so he can lay you down.

“Baby, my clothes-”

“You didn’t like them right? So we’ll throw them out. And I’ll buy you new ones. You can try them all on until you find ones that fit you just how you like.” 

“You’re crazy.”

“About you.” He winks, laughing at his own low blow.

But the giggle that was bubbling up dies in your throat as he crawls between your legs and attaches his mouth to your nipple, hands instantly holding and squeezing and worshipping the areas his kisses can’t reach.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, head falling back against the pillows.

He doesn’t intend to be quiet in the slightest, moaning softly at your salty taste on his tongue, at the way your hips roll up instinctively to meet him when his teeth graze you just a bit too sharply. 

“Gentle,” you remind him half-heartedly.

He nods helplessly against you, sputtering out what you assume to be an apology.

“Shit, baby. I could do this all day.” He groans, leaving pecks down your sternum until he finally tears his hands off of you and drags them down to unlatch the button on your shorts. 

You blink down at him, mumbling out, “Need you.”

“I know,” he agrees, “I need you, too.”

You can’t help the heat that swells in your stomach when you notice how absolutely wrecked and desperate he’s growing. It's so easy to rile him up, you know that. You know how easily he gets turned on at the sight of you.

But at least until now, you've never seen him so completely at your disposal, so eager to please and feel you.

He’s completely hard, length pressing to your thighs and against your core as he shifts around, kissing you all over. 

But then, he notices the one place he’s been neglecting. 

He crawls back up, arms bracketing either side of you as his hands cup your face. 

“I love you.” he mumbles, then presses his lips to yours softly. He kisses you deeply, mouth moving against yours with so much care and deliverance. “You’re so, so beautiful. Don't ever question that. And definitely don’t ever question again whether or not I like your body.” 

“Okay.” You nod, really believing him as he pulls away. 

He kisses you once more before tugging his shirt over his head, slipping off his jeans and your shorts.

You writhe beneath him as his fingers find your cunt, sliding through to coat his fingers in your slick before pushing an experimental digit in.

“Need to stretch you out…” He mumbles, mostly to himself.

“Feels good,” you breathe out softly in response. 

He kisses the side of your boob once more, slipping another finger in and pulling them apart slightly to prep you. When you whimper out again at the lack of friction, he starts pumping them into you, nearly melting at the way you clench around him. 

The pad of his thumb circles once around your bud and your eyes flutter closed, stomach tightening as he works you open. 

“Think you’re ready for me?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out, “please.”

Keeho readjusts instantly at your plea, cooing softly when you whine as he withdraws his hand. He’s tugging his boxers down just enough to free himself and line himself up with your entrance within seconds. 

“You’re all I’ll ever want.” He promises, pushing his length inside of you slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort, “You, just like this. Exactly as you are, baby. You’re perfect.” 

There’s only bliss on your face—bliss and overwhelming love that bleeds from your eyes as they bat up at him when he presses his chest against yours.

His hand props one of your legs up on his hip to give himself more room to move, slowly at first, then picking up the pace when he senses you’ve adjusted.

There are no words to describe how fucking good it feels when your breasts spread as they’re flush against his, your warmth wrapping around him at the same time, your lips parted and spewing out his name.

“So pretty,” he reminds you, kissing you as he presses himself deep into your gummy walls, settling there for a moment to savor the feeling and taste the whimpers you feed into his mouth through your plump, o-shaped lips. “Move, Kyo… Please.” He obliges, cause how could he not give you everything you want? He bucks into you faster, skin slapping yours at the rhythm with his thrusts. He sits up slightly, wanting to see the way your chest bounces with every rock of his hips, wanting to look down where your bodies meet to watch himself sink over and over again into your core. He can't take his eyes off your pretty pebbled nipples, so you tease him by reaching your hands up to grab yourself and play with them. “My god,” He hisses, dick twitching at how unbelievably good you look, how much more confident you are, seeing the effect it has on him. “You like this?” You pant out, only slightly nervous, pressing them together and glancing up at him. The way his jaw slacks makes your head spin. “I love it,” He says tightly, voice strained from the way you’re gushing and squeezing around him. Knowing he won’t last much longer, he grabs both of your wrists and holds them to your chest with one hand, his free one reaching down to rub your clit. 

You cry out instantly, stringing pleas together incoherently as he works you so you can finish with him. 

“Yes, baby, like that,” 

“So good for me,” 

“Y’look so perfect,”

“I wanna feel you, please,” Everything he’s saying is lighting you on fire. Every drag of his cock through your walls has you gasping and reaching for him, his arms, his shoulders, anywhere you can get a hold of. His hands are everywhere too: wiping a stray tear that slips out of your eye from the pleasure, sticking this fingers in your mouth or his own when he needs to wet them so he can tend to your puffy clit easier, gripping your hips to lift you for a better angle or fondling your beautiful bouncing breasts so he can plop a kiss on them to stifle his moans. 

Your legs tighten around him to draw him closer as he presses his mouth to yours again, needing to be close when you come around him. It doesn't take much more than a simple “You’re making me feel so good,” uttered against your mouth before you let go, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm washes over you, instantly triggering his own release. 

He lets you ride out your high before he pulls out, painting your pretty pussy and stomach and tits with his load. He rubs himself until he’s shaking, until his tip is red and sensitive, before he collapses on top of you, both of you sticky with sweat and cum. “I hope you hate every shirt you buy from now on and none of them fit right.” He decides. 

Your eyes snap open, head perking up enough to glare at him. “What?” 

“Yup. You heard me.” His tone is unapologetic but his mouth is leaving the softest little kisses on your chest. “If you crash out again then I just get to fuck you again to remind you how pretty you are and how pretty they are,” he smushes your boobs together, propping himself up with the little strength he can muster to kiss each one again and again.

“You’re so annoying.” You grumble, not really meaning it. You're combing a hand through his hair as he looks up at you, eyes soft.

“Yes but in all seriousness, baby,” he starts, “I don’t wanna see you on the verge of tears like that again. We’ll go through every store on the strip and restock your wardrobe until you feel pretty in all your stuff, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile. You shift uncomfortably a moment later and his brows furrow, eyes looking up at you even though his lips are still wrapped around your nipple. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Your cum is literally sticking us together like glue right now and I want a shower.” You laugh, “I’m also starving cause we skipped our lunch plans to… well, do this.” 

He presses his lips to yours and smiles against them, “Okay,” he agrees with a chuckle, sitting up. “Let’s go. Order of business: shower, lunch, shopping. Sound good?” 

“Sounds more than good, baby.”