#sub junhui

my beautiful wife <3

jun’s breath hitched as he stared at the notification. ever since you guys have gotten married, it made his heart skip a beat when you referred to him not as jun but as “my husband”, even to people who knew who he was. he loved that people knew he was yours.

but you’ve never referred to him as your wife, even as a joke. it definitely was a joke, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but get butterflies in his stomach. he couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day, only half paying attention to the work he was doing.

you had a day off, so when he finally opened the door you jumped off the couch to meet him in the doorway. you gave him a kiss as soon as he closed the door, not even giving him a chance to take off his shoes or hang his jacket.

“i missed you so much.” you whispered on his lips. “how was your day, love?” you finally pulled back to smile at him.

a blush quickly covered his cheeks, and he avoided eye contact. “ah…” he chuckled awkwardly. you didn’t know why he was suddenly so shy, but hell you did jump on him the second he got through the door. you just smiled even brighter and pinched his cheeks before going back to sit on the couch.

he leaned his head back against the wall, finally letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. you two had been together for so long that embarrassment was very rare, and you guys were very open with each other. but this feeling.. he didn’t even know what it was, so how was he supposed to tell you about it?

“jun bug?” you ask from the couch, bringing jun back to reality. he hastily took his shoes off, quickly going into the living to give you a kiss. “sorry darling,” he said in between kisses. “i’m going to change then i’m all yours.”

he went to your shared room, already unbuttoning his uncomfortable work shirt. he opened one of the drawers to try to find some shorts to change into when something caught his eye.

laying on top of some of your shorts was a pair of baby pink thigh highs. he’d never seen you wear them, and he’s never seen them in the drawer the thousands of times he’s opened it. were they new? did you just buy them? were they for you, or for him?

he looked down at the socks, mind racing a mile a minute. he thought it was kind of ridiculous to believe you bought them for him, wishful thinking he told himself.

but somehow, that didn’t stop him from sliding off his pants, then slowly sliding them over his long legs. he’s never worn socks this long, but he can’t say he hates the way they look.

actually, he loves the way they look on him. the soft pink compliments his tan skin, the length makes his legs look impossibly long, and his thigh spills out a little where the top cuts off. he can’t stop looking at himself in the mirror.

without thinking he grabs on your white lace panties, only feeling little guilty, until he looks in the mirror. all he can do is stared wide eyed, turning one of his legs inward and admiring himself.

he’s already getting hard, and you can see that as you watch him watch himself in the mirror. he hasn’t noticed you standing in the doorway yet, just like he hadn’t noticed him calling your name a few minutes ago.

he starts palming himself over your panties, eyes fluttering shut before you finally decide to walk up behind him. he gasps as you suddenly grasp his waist, your front pushed all the way up to his back.

“well well well, what do we have here hmm? do you want to explain why you’re wearing my panties love?” you rub up his sides, and he feels like crying. he can’t believe he got caught looking at himself with your lace panties and thigh highs on.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he says as you start to slowly rub over his abdomen. “you say your sorry, but your body gives you away.” you whisper in his ear and you slowly rub down to his twitching cock. the sensation of the lace is completely new, and it makes him gasp as you rub him through the rough material.

“what’s got you so worked up hmm?” you ask as his hips start to buck up into your hand. he start to tremble, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to get any words out.

you stop palming him, instead turning him around to face you. he only has half a second to whine from the loss of friction before you bring him for a kiss. the kiss is sweet, one of your hands cupping his cheek and the other on his waist. you break the kiss to smile at him, hopefully giving him the courage to say whatever is on his mind.

you take his hand and lead him over to the bed. he sits down beside you but immediately brings his knees to his chest, suddenly shy. you bring your hand up to push some hair that was in his face behind his ear, silently waiting for him to begin talking.

“um so, earlier you commented on my post.” he said after a moment. you nodded your head slowly, still not quite understanding what he was referring to.

“you.. you called me your wife. and i couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. i know it was probably just a joke but part of me liked it. and then when i came to change i saw these thigh highs in the drawer and i wasn’t thinking straight and i just-“ you put a hand on his cheek to stop his rant, making him look into your eyes.

you just smiled up at him, not judging him or disgusted with him at all. you brushed some hair behind his ears, carefully taking in all his features and making him blush as how love struck you looked.

“you poor thing.” you said as you cupped his cheek again. “you could have just told me.” you spoke as softly as you could.

“i know but, its kind of embarrassing. i’ve never even thought about it until you commented that. and i didn’t know what to think.” he sighed at himself. he should have known you would never judge him.

“there, there,” you gently lift his chin, giving his nose a soft kiss which makes him smile shyly. “don’t worry about a thing sweetheart.” you push him back so his head lays on the pillows, his hands immediately going to cover his lace clad lower half. you intertwine your fingers with his, lowering yourself so can kiss his hipbones.

he lifts his head to look down at you, his hips twitching at the view and your soft kisses on his skin. he presses his thighs together as you kiss over his navel, and can’t hold back his whine when start to suck on his upper thighs. “please,” he says breathlessly.