#sehunweaknessanon

Sehun’s dissatisfaction is wildly apparent but he doesn’t whine or complain to my reactions. He sits idly by but I figure he’s had quite enough as I sense him sit straight up, gazing more so on me than the award winning actor.

His face flicks towards the screen as we witness Wonbin pick up the razor blade and begins to cut his hair. It exposes the man’s angular face accented by a strong jaw and brawny muscles. Like clockwork, Sehun’s attention moves back and forth from the television to me over and over. I hit the pause button and find the sad puppy beside me needing more consideration than the fictional character in the movie. 

Before I can ask if he’s okay, Sehun has his mouth in a tight ball and is clearly unhappy with some unknown fact. “You like him that much?”

“I do.”

He doesn’t appreciate my blunt answer. I grin along to my teases, aware of how much they nip and tug at his heartstrings. His eyes dart once more to the television, taking in the actor’s sharp features and toned frame. I don’t know why since Sehun’s physique is just as defined if not more. 

He inhales a determined breath before asking, “Wonbin’s jawline or mine?” 

“What?” I giggle to his question because he hasn’t done this in a while. When we first met, Sehun always asked if I preferred a trait of another male’s to his. It’s purpose was so I would always choose Sehun. He wanted to be chosen as much as I wanted to be chosen and this was his unique way of affirming my adoration for him.

“Is his jawline your favorite or---mine?” Sehun frowns and perhaps thought I would answer him without hesitation.

My head tilts left to right, dragging out my response and taking too long to answer. Sehun glowers, becoming increasingly displeased with every passing beat. He grows weary of my game and leans into my figure. He maneuvers my body until my back meets the cushion on the couch. I’m trapped within his hold but he doesn’t allow me one chance to call out his name before his lips entwine with my chin. 

He doesn’t kiss me on the lips and remains within the contours of my jaw. They trail the angular line as he imprints his affections onto the surface. He graces every part of my jawline---from top to bottom and even the sensitive spots where I used to hide away the scars hidden from plain sight. He kisses it all to show how much he loves me, all of me in all of its forms whether good or bad. 

His heated touches don’t relent as his lissome fingers meander into the roots of my hair while the other hand finds the opening under my shirt. They traverse up my curved waist up towards my full breasts and ever so pleased with the goosebumps created from his signature touch. 

I can’t help but allow a silvery moan to escape my throat but he asked me a question and I intend to answer it just as he has. 

When he stops his beautiful kisses, I take the opportunity to marvel in his own distinctive features. My lips meet his warmth as I leave my own trail of passion down his muscular side profile. His succinct, harsh breaths sound against my ears because I’m sure he wants these kisses elsewhere. I make sure each peck shows my love for him; how he should know I prefer him above everyone else. 

The toying games stop and his gaze links with mine. He knows my answer without me saying any words but to make sure, I spell it out letter after letter. I brush away his stray bangs and outline his delicate complexion.