lixy

Sometimes being married to Choi Seungcheol felt like a fever dream as you often wondered how you managed to bag a man that ticked every box. He had his moments, his little beige flags as you liked to call them, but you knew that man loved you which is why you’re seeking him out as soon as you stumble through your front door. You had an itch only your husband could scratch and if you were right, he would still be holed up in the home office.

Seungcheol had been reading reports in his home office when he heard the front door slam. A quick look at his watch alerts him to the time, 1:47 AM.

His eyes narrowed. Why didn’t you call him to come pick you up? He gets out of his chair when he hears the unmistakable sound of heels being kicked off carelessly and soft humming.

“My husband!” your voice singsongs from the down the hall. “Where are youuu?”

He barely has time to make it to the hallway before you stumble into the room seconds later, eyes glazed and clutching your purse like it’s plotting against you.

“Babyyyy,” you gasp, “There you are.”

His brows draw together. “You’re drunk.”

You blink at him, smile growing. “Nuh-uh, just a tiny bit tipsy.” You measure with your fingers before breaking into a fit of giggles. Seungcheol can count on one hand how many times he’s seen you drunk—it’s still one hand—as you can hold your liquor very well.

You walk—well, sway—across the room and launch yourself at him. He stumbles half a step back, catching you as your arms wrap tightly around his waist, face burying into his chest.

“You smell expensive and…sexy,” you mumble.

“What happened?” he asks, voice low.

“Work has been shit,” you whisper. “Needed a—” you hiccup, “—a break.”

He exhales slowly before his hand finds its way to your back. His grip tightens as he studies your lightly smudged eyeliner and flushed cheeks. The scent of your favorite wine lingers on your breath but beneath it lies your usual perfume, brown sugar, coconut, vanilla.

“You’re a mess,” he murmurs, though there’s no bite in his tone.

You giggle against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his dress shirt. “You married this mess.”

A beat of silence passes before his lips twitch despite himself. “What am going to do with you, huh?”

The weight of you against him is familiar, grounding even, despite the alcohol-fueled abandon in your movements. Seungcheol’s hand moves in slow, deliberate circles against your back, a habit he’s developed over the years; one that always seems to settle you.

“Do with me?” you repeat, pulling back just enough to look up at him through your lashes. Your eyes are glassy but focused entirely on him, pupils blown wide. “I have some ideas.”

He catches the shift in your tone immediately, the way your fingers stop their aimless fidgeting and instead trace deliberate paths along his chest. His jaw tightens.

“You’re drunk,” he repeats, firmer this time, even as his treacherous body responds to your proximity.

“In loveeeeee” you respond as you attempt to sing lyrics from Drunk in Love.

Seungcheol’s resolve wavers as you butcher the Beyoncé song, swaying in his arms with unselfconscious joy. Despite everything—the late hour, the worry that had knotted in his chest when he heard the door slam, the very valid concern about your current state—he feels his lips curve into a reluctant smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, but his hands have already moved to steady you, one sliding to your hip while the other cups the back of your head.

“Ridiculously in love with you,” you counter, poking his chest for emphasis. The motion throws off your already questionable balance, and you stumble forward again.

He catches you easily, muscle memory from years of being your safety net. “Alright, come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Ooh, bed,” you waggle your eyebrows in a way that would be seductive if you weren’t also hiccupping. “See? You do have ideas.”

“To sleep,” he clarifies, already guiding you toward the bedroom with his arm firmly around your waist. “We’re going to bed to sleep. You’re going to wake up tomorrow wondering why you thought drinking on a work night was a good idea.”

“Tomorrow me’s problem,” you declare, then immediately contradict yourself by clinging tighter to him. “Don’t you dare leave me alone tonight, Choi Seungcheol.”

Something in your voice—beneath the alcohol and the playfulness—sounds small. Vulnerable.

His expression softens. “Never,” he promises quietly. “Now come on, let’s get you changed.”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You stop and ask randomly as he sits you on the bathroom counter and tries to remove your makeup.

Seungcheol blinks. This was getting more surreal by the second. You were sitting before him, arms hanging off his shoulders with your head tilted with genuine curiosity and you wanted to know if he’d love you…as a worm? He’s quiet for a moment. Then, his hands curve around your waist.

“A worm?” he repeats, deadpan. “Seriously?”

“Yahhhh, you wouldn’t?” You pout.

Seungcheol sighs, the kind of deep, put-upon sigh that somehow still sounds fond. He reaches for the micellar water and a cotton pad, tilting your chin up with two fingers so he can start wiping away your makeup.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, ignoring your question as he gently swipes at your eyeliner.

“You’re avoiding the question!” you accuse, though you do hold still,mostly. “That means you wouldn’t love me. You’d just…leave me in the dirt somewhere. Alone. A poor, lonely worm—”

“I would build you a terrarium,” he interrupts, deadpan, moving to your other eye. “With the best soil money can buy. Organic, the expensive kind.”

You gasp, eyes flying open and nearly getting makeup remover in them. He gently presses them closed again with his thumb.

“I said hold still.”

“You’d really build me a terrarium?” Your voice has gone soft, touched, as if he’s just promised you the moon.

“Mhm.” He’s focused on removing your mascara now, touch careful and practiced. “With a heated lamp. Perfect pH balance in the soil. I’d probably hire someone to monitor your…worm health.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m answering your question.” His lips twitch as he tosses the used cotton pad aside and reaches for another. “You’d be the most spoiled worm in existence. I’d make sure of it.”

You’re quiet for a moment and when he glances at your face, you’re smiling at him with such open adoration it makes something in his chest squeeze tight.

“I love you,” you whisper.

His hand pauses mid-swipe. Then he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, soft and lingering.

“I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin. “Even if you ask me stupid questions at two in the morning.”

“Not stupid,” you mumble but you’re already melting into him again, arms tightening around his shoulders. “Important worm logistics.”

“Right. Very important.” He pulls back just enough to finish cleaning your face, his touch impossibly gentle. “Now let’s get you into pajamas before you ask me what I’d do if you were a dolphin.”

“Ooh, would you—”

“No.”

You cup his cheeks in your hands squishing them together, looking at him with those eyes before you kiss him. “Please, Cheollie? Want you?”

“Not tonight, princess.” It’s utterly amazing, the way you switch from asking him unhinged shit to asking him to fuck you. It should give him whiplash but it’s not the first time it’s happened.

“‘m not drunk…” you pout. “Can’t a girl just want her hot husband?”

Seungcheol’s jaw flexes under your palms, his eyes darkening despite his best efforts to maintain composure. He gently pulls your hands away from his face but doesn’t let go, instead intertwining his fingers with yours.

“You can,” he says, voice lower now, rougher around the edges. “And you will, tomorrow. When you’re sober and won’t regret it.”

“I would never regret you,” you protest, leaning forward until your forehead rests against his. “Not possible. Scientifically impossible.”

“Scientifically impossible,” he repeats and there’s amusement threading through the restraint in his tone. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” You nod seriously, the motion making you slightly dizzy. “Did research. Very thorough.”

His thumb traces circles on the back of your hand; that same grounding gesture, keeping himself anchored as much as you. “Your research involved how much wine exactly?”

“Irrelevant data,” you whisper, then press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “The conclusion is still valid.”

He inhales sharply and for a moment you think you’ve won. His free hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip but then he’s pulling back, putting necessary distance between you even as everything in his expression says he doesn’t want to.

“I’m not doing this while you’re drunk,” he says firmly. “I don’t care how much you pout or how many times you tell me you’re fine. This is non-negotiable.”

You study him for a long moment, his set jaw, his dark eyes that are clearly affected despite his iron will, the way his hand trembles just slightly against yours.

“You really won’t?” you ask, quieter now.

“I really won’t.” His expression softens. “Ask me tomorrow. When you can look me in the eye without the room spinning. When you’ll actually remember every detail.” His voice drops to something almost possessive. “Because when I do touch you, I want you to remember all of it.”

The promise in his words sends heat pooling low in your stomach despite your alcohol-hazed state. You bite your lip and his eyes track the movement with dangerous focus before he deliberately looks away.

“Evil man,” you mutter. “Making me wait.”

“Responsible husband,” he corrects, then slides you off the counter and scoops you up bridal style in one smooth motion. “Now come on. Pajamas, water, bed, in that order.”

“Fine,” you sigh dramatically, letting your head fall against his shoulder. “But I’m picking the pajamas.”

“As long as you actually put them on instead of trying to seduce me again.”

“No promises.”

He huffs what might be a laugh as he carries you toward the bedroom. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Y’know everyone thinks I married you for your status and money.” You say switching the subject again as he starts unbuttoning your shirt.

“No, you didn’t. You had no idea who my family was when we met so I know it’s not that.”

“I married you for that fat ass.” you reply, hands drifting down and grabbing his ass. “don’t need your money.” You grin at the look on his face.

“God, I forgot how handsy you get with alcohol in your system.”

“Horny too but I guess I don’t do it for you cause…what kinda hisb—” you hiccup “husband doesn’t like his wife t-throwing herself at him? Is it Jeonghan? Is Hannie prettier than me?”

Seungcheol freezes mid-button, his eyes snapping to yours with an expression caught somewhere between exasperation and disbelief.

“Did you just—” He stops, takes a breath, then continues with strained patience. “Did you seriously just ask me if I want Jeonghan?”

“Well, you don’t want me,” you say, bottom lip trembling in a way that would be more effective if you weren’t also still squeezing his ass. “He’s got nice hair,” you say defensively, words slurring slightly. “And that whole…pretty boy thing going on. Maybe you like that better than—”

“Jesus Christ woman,” Seungcheol mutters, catching your wandering hands and firmly moving them to your sides. “Okay, listen to me very carefully.”

He cups your face with both hands, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“First of all, Jeonghan is my best friend and I love him like a brother, which means the thought of anything else makes me want to bleach my brain.” His thumbs stroke your cheeks as he continues, voice firm but gentle. “Second, I always want you. Every single day. Sometimes so much it’s inconvenient, like in the middle of board meetings when you text me something cute.”

“Really?” you sniffle.

“Really.” He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “The reason I’m not touching you right now isn’t because I don’t want to. It’s because I respect you too much to take advantage when you’re drunk. Do you understand the difference?”

You’re quiet for a moment, processing. Then, “So, you do think I’m prettier than Hannie?”

A laugh bursts out of him, unexpected and genuine. “You’re completely ridiculous, you know that?”

“But am I prettier?”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he says and the sincerity in his voice cuts through your alcohol-fogged brain. “Drunk, sober, first thing in the morning, all dressed up, doesn’t matter. It’s always you. Only you.”

Your eyes well up. “Cheollie…”

“Oh no.” He recognizes the signs immediately. “No crying. We’re not doing drunk crying tonight.”

“But you’re so nice to me,” you warble, tears already spilling over. “And I love you so much and you built me a theoretical worm terrarium, and you think I’m pretty—”

“I think we need to get you in pajamas right now,” he says, already reaching for the shirt buttons again with renewed determination, “before this spiral gets worse.”

“’m not spiraling,” you protest, even as another tear rolls down your cheek. “Just got a lot of feelings about my hot, respectful, worm-loving husband.”

“Worm-loving,” he repeats under his breath. “What is my life?”

“Your life is amazing,” you inform him, helpfully (unhelpfully) trying to unbutton your own shirt and just making the process more difficult. “You have me. And my ass. Which is also amazing.”

“I’m aware,” he says dryly, gently batting your hands away so he can actually finish unbuttoning. “I married it, remember?”

You gasp, delighted. “You do remember! See, we’re perfect for each other. You married my ass, I married your ass—”

“That’s not how marriage works.”

“—it’s like…ass-tronomy. No, wait. Ass-trology? We’re ass-trologically compatible.”

Seungcheol pauses, shirt halfway off your shoulders, and just looks at you. “Did you just—you can’t just put ‘ass’ in front of words and expect them to make sense.”

“Ass-olutely can,” you say with complete conviction.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, clearly praying for strength. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

“You love it,” you singsong, finally cooperating enough to let him pull your shirt off. “You love meee and my drunk ass puns.”

“I love you despite your drunk ass puns,” he corrects, reaching for one of his old t-shirts from the drawer. “Arms up.”

You obey, lifting your arms like a toddler as he slides the shirt over your head. It’s enormous on you, falling nearly to your knees and smells like his cologne and laundry detergent. You immediately burrow into it with a happy sigh.

“Now pants,” he says, reaching for your waistband.

“Ooh, taking my pants off. Scandalous.”

“We’re literally married.”

“Still scandalous.” You boop his nose as he efficiently unbuttons your pants. “You’re being very professional about this. Very doctor-y. Do you do this for all your patients?”

“You’re my only patient and you’re testing my patience,” he mutters, helping you step out of your pants. “Other leg. Good.”

“Such a good caretaker,” you coo, patting his head as he kneels in front of you. “Gonna leave you five stars on MangoPlate. ‘Husband refused to have sex with drunk wife. Very responsible. Would recommend.’”

He looks up at you with an expression of pure suffering. “Please never write that review.”

“‘Also has a great ass,’” you continue thoughtfully. “‘Ass-ceptional, even.’”

“I’m begging you to stop.”

“‘Ass-tounding restraint—’”

He stands abruptly and just picks you up, cutting off your commentary as you squeal in surprise. “Okay. That’s enough. Water and bed. Now.”

“You can’t silence me!” you declare, even as you wrap your arms around his neck. “The people deserve to know about your ass!”

“The people know plenty,” he says, carrying you toward the bed with the long-suffering patience of a saint. “Now drink this.”

He somehow manages to grab the water bottle from the nightstand one-handed and present it to you. You take it obediently, suddenly realizing how thirsty you are.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and even in your drunk state, you don’t miss the way his voice dips on those words.

You lower the water bottle, eyes narrowing. “You can’t just say things like that and then refuse to—”

“Drink,” he interrupts firmly, tipping the bottle back up toward your lips.

You drink, plotting your revenge but the cool water actually does help clear some of the fog. When you’ve had enough, he sets the bottle aside and carefully deposits you onto your side of the bed.

“Stay,” he commands, pointing at you like you’re a mischievous puppy.

“Woof,” you respond because apparently the filter between your brain and mouth has completely dissolved. He huffs what might be a laugh and disappears into the bathroom. You hear water running and then he’s back with a damp washcloth, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” he says softly, and when you scoot closer, he gently wipes your face; getting the spots he missed earlier, cooling your flushed cheeks. It’s tender and intimate in a way that makes your chest ache.

“Cheol?” you whisper.

“Mm?”

“’m really glad I married you. Not just for your ass.”

His lips twitch. “Good to know.”

“For your heart too. And your face. And the way you take care of me even when I’m being ridiculous. Oh, and that dick, can’t forget about that.”

“Woman, I swear to—”

“Just lemme keep it warm, please?” Your hand moves to rest low on his stomach. There you go trying to get him to fuck you, again.

“Baby, no. We both know you won’t stop there.”

You open your mouth to protest—to make very compelling arguments about your self-control and how you would totally just keep things innocent—but he cuts you off by pressing his thumb gently against your lips.

“Don’t,” he warns, though there’s affection in his eyes. “Don’t make promises drunk-you can’t keep. I know you.”

You deflate slightly because, fine, he’s right. Sober-you has minimal self-control around him. Drunk-you has absolutely none which is exactly why you keep asking.

“Just wanna feel you inside, promise I’ll behave.”

Seungcheol’s composure cracks visibly, his breath hitches, his grip on the washcloth tightening as his eyes darken with want. For a moment, you think you’ve finally broken through his resolve.

Then he closes his eyes, jaw working and when he opens them again his expression is pained but firm.

“You’re killing me,” he says roughly. “You know that?”

“Good,” you mumble, though you’re already yawning. “Suffer with me.” You say pressing your lips to his.

“I shouldn’t have to deal with my ovulation alone.” And suddenly the wheels are turning in Seungcheol’s head. He goes completely still against your lips, his brain clearly short-circuiting as he processes what you just said.

“Your…what?” He pulls back to look at you, eyes wide.

“Ovulation,” you repeat matter-of-factly, like you’re discussing the weather. “Why d’you think I’m so horny? It’s science, Cheollie. Biology. Nature.” You wave your hand dramatically. “My body wants a baby and it’s making me crazy and you’re—you’re just sitting here looking all hot and responsible and—”

“Okay,” he interrupts, voice strangled. “Okay, we’re not, you can’t just drop that information on me while you’re drunk and expect me to—”

“To what?” You tilt your head, genuinely curious despite the alcohol. “Finally give your wife what she wants?”

His eyes flutter closed and he takes several deep breaths, clearly fighting an internal battle. When he opens them again, there’s a new tension in his expression; want, restraint, and something darker all tangled together.

“That’s not fair,” he says roughly. “You can’t use the ovulation card. That’s playing dirty.”

“Everything’s fair in love and baby-making,” you counter, then giggle at your own modification of the phrase.

“We are not having this conversation right now,” he says firmly, even as his hand unconsciously tightens on your hip. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow. When you’re sober, when we can have an actual discussion about—about family planning and—”

“Already know I want your babies,” you interrupt, cupping his face. “Known that for years. Since like…our third date probably.”

“Third date,” he repeats faintly.

“Mhm. You were wearing that gray sweater and you laughed at my joke and I just thought—” you sigh dreamily, “—‘yeah, I want tiny humans with his laugh and dimples.’”

Something shifts in his expression; it goes soft and vulnerable in a way that makes your heart squeeze even through the alcohol haze.

“You’re not playing fair at all,” he whispers.

“Don’t wanna play fair,” you whisper back. “Want you. Want your baby. Want—” another yawn interrupts you, “—want you to stop being so responsible and just…”

But exhaustion is finally catching up with you, the alcohol and emotional rollercoaster of the evening taking their toll. Your eyes are getting heavier despite your best efforts.

Seungcheol notices immediately, his expression gentling. “There we go,” he murmurs, carefully maneuvering you under the covers. “Finally.”

“’m not tired,” you protest weakly, even as you burrow into the pillow.

“Sure you’re not.” He slides in next to you and immediately you roll toward him, seeking his warmth.

“Cheol?” you mumble against his chest.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Tomorrow…we can talk about it? The baby thing?”

His arm tightens around you, and you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head. “Tomorrow,” he promises. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”

“And you’ll actually consider it? Not just…say we’ll talk and then avoid it?”

There’s a pause, and then, “I’ve been considering it for months,” he admits quietly. “I just wanted to wait for the right time. When we were both ready.”

You manage to pull back just enough to look at him, suddenly feeling more alert. “Months?”

He smiles, a little embarrassed. “Why do you think I cleared out the guest room last month? I’ve been planning…thinking about turning it into a nursery. Eventually.”

“You—” your eyes well up again, “—you sneaky, wonderful man.”

“Don’t cry,” he says, but he’s smiling as he wipes away the tears with his thumb. “Save it for tomorrow when you can properly yell at me for not telling you sooner.”

“Gonna yell and cry,” you inform him. “And then jump your bones.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says dryly. “Now sleep. You’re going to feel terrible in the morning.”

“Worth it,” you mumble, already drifting. “Got you to admit you want babies…”

“I want your babies,” he corrects softly. “There’s a difference.” 

But you’re already asleep, a small smile on your face, wrapped securely in your husband’s arms. Seungcheol lies awake a little longer, looking down at you; his drunk, ridiculous, beautiful wife who just ambushed him with baby talk and ass puns in the same conversation.

“What am I going to do with you?” he whispers, echoing his earlier question.

But this time, he’s smiling as he says it. Tomorrow, he thinks. Tomorrow they’ll talk—really talk—about the future. About expanding their family. About all the things he’s been too cautious to bring up, worried about timing and readiness and a thousand other factors.

But tonight, you’re here, safe and warm and his, talking about wanting his babies since the third date.

Yeah. Tomorrow is going to be interesting.

He presses one more kiss to your forehead before settling in, keeping you close. His ovulating, drunk, perfect disaster of a wife. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The next morning, you wake up to three things; a pounding headache that feels like a marching band has taken up residence in your skull, blinding sunlight streaming through curtains you thought you closed and the smell of coffee and something sweet wafting from the kitchen.

You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. Your mouth tastes like something died in it and when you try to sit up, the room spins just enough to make you regret every life choice that led to this moment.

“Oh god,” you mutter, flopping back down.

Fragments of last night start filtering back through the haze. Coming home late. Seungcheol’s concerned face. The bathroom counter. Worm terrarium? You definitely said something about worms. And then—

Your eyes fly open.

“Oh no.”

The baby conversation. The ovulation announcement. Your very detailed commentary about your husband’s ass. The—you bury your face in your hands—the begging.

“Kill me now,” you whisper to the empty room.

“Can’t do that, I’m afraid.”

You nearly jump out of your skin. Seungcheol is leaning against the doorframe, holding a mug of coffee and wearing an expression that can only be described as deeply amused.

He’s already somewhat dressed for the day in a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, hair slightly damp from a shower, looking infuriatingly well-rested and attractive. Meanwhile, you’re pretty sure you look like a gremlin who lost a fight with a bottle of wine.

“How long have you been standing there?” you croak.

“Long enough to hear you bargaining with God.” He pushes off the doorframe and walks over, setting the coffee on the nightstand. “How’s the head?”

“Like I deserve it,” you admit, gratefully reaching for the mug. “How much did I—” you pause, coffee halfway to your lips, “—how bad was it?”

His smile grows. “On a scale of one to ten?”

“Cheol.”

“You asked if I’d love you as a worm,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You accused me of wanting Jeonghan. You made approximately ten puns involving the word ‘ass.’ And—” his expression shifts to something more heated, “—you made some very compelling arguments about baby-making.”

You choke on your coffee. “Oh my god.”

“Also, apparently you decided you married me for my ‘fat ass’ and not my money or status, which is good to know.”

“I hate everything,” you moan, setting the coffee down so you can bury your face in your hands again. “I’m never drinking again. I’m becoming a nun. I’m moving to a remote island where I can’t embarrass myself—”

“Hey.” His hand wraps around your wrist, gently pulling your hands away from your face. His expression is soft now, affectionate. “You were cute.”

“I was a disaster.”

“A cute disaster.” He coils a loose curl around his finger. “You always are when you drink. It’s part of your charm.”

“There’s nothing charming about drunk me telling you I want to—” you can’t even finish the sentence, heat flooding your face.

“Keep me warm?” he supplies helpfully. “Just want it inside you, you’d behave, you promised?”

“Seungcheol.”

He’s grinning now, clearly enjoying your mortification. “Or was it the part where you said your ovulation shouldn’t be a solo activity?”

You grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it. He laughs, catching it easily and tossing it aside before catching both your wrists in his hands.

“I’m just saying,” he continues, eyes dancing with mischief, “you were very…articulate about your needs.”

“I’m going back to sleep,” you announce, trying to pull away. “Wake me in ten years when I’ve died of embarrassment.”

“Can’t do that either.” He releases one wrist but keeps hold of the other, his thumb tracing circles on your pulse point. “We have things to discuss. Remember?”

Your heart skips. The amusement in his expression hasn’t faded, but there’s something else there now; something serious and warm and a little nervous.

“The…baby thing?” you venture quietly.

“The baby thing,” he confirms. “But first—” he reaches over to the nightstand and retrieves two pills and a glass of water you hadn’t noticed, “—pain meds. Then breakfast. Then we talk.”

“Cheol, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or—”

“You didn’t.” He’s firm about that, waiting until you take the medication before continuing. “You surprised me, yeah. But uncomfortable? No.” He pauses. “Turned on while trying desperately to maintain my morals? Absolutely, but not uncomfortable.”

Despite everything, you feel a smile tugging at your lips. “I really tried to break you, huh?”

“You almost succeeded,” he admits. “The ovulation thing was a low blow.”

“It’s true though,” you say, then immediately want to take it back because…

“I know.” His voice drops, eyes darkening. “I checked the calendar while you were sleeping. You’re right in the middle of your fertile window.”

The air between you shifts, charges. You’re suddenly very aware that you’re in bed, wearing only his t-shirt and he’s looking at you like,

“Breakfast first,” he says firmly, standing up. “You need food and hydration. Then we’ll talk. Really talk. About timing, readiness and what we both want.”

“And if we decide we want the same thing?” you ask, unable to help yourself.

He leans down, bracing one hand on the mattress beside you, bringing his face close to yours. “Then I clear my schedule for the rest of the day,” he murmurs. “And give you exactly what you were begging for last night.”

Your breath catches.

“But sober,” he adds, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before straightening. “And enthusiastically consenting to every single detail.”

“That’s—” you have to clear your throat, “—very responsible of you.”

“Someone has to be.” He heads toward the door, then pauses. “Oh, and baby? For the record?” He looks back with a devastating smile. “I’ve been ready for months. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

Then he’s gone, leaving you sitting in bed, headache temporarily forgotten, heart racing with possibilities. From the kitchen, you hear him call, “French toast or pancakes?”

“French toast!” you call back, already scrambling out of bed.

Suddenly, you’re feeling much better about facing this day and the conversation that could change everything.

You pad into the kitchen after finishing your morning routine. He’s plating the last of breakfast before sitting down and as you go to take your place beside him, he pulls you onto his lap.

“Cheol?”

“You asked me to keep it warm last night,” he whispers. “Think you can do that while we sit and have breakfast, love? Bet I’d be able to slide right in.”

You freeze, every nerve ending suddenly awake and hyper-aware. Your headache? Gone. The lingering nausea? Vanished. There’s only Seungcheol beneath you, solid and warm, his breath hot against your ear.

“I…what?” Your voice comes out embarrassingly breathy.

His hands settle on your hips, fingers slipping just under the hem of his t-shirt you’re still wearing. “You heard me.” His voice is low, rough in a way that sends heat pooling low in your belly. “You wanted this last night. Said you’d behave. That you just wanted to feel full.”

“I was drunk,” you manage, even as your body is already responding, already leaning back against his chest.

“And now you’re sober.” His lips brush the shell of your ear. “So, I’m asking properly. Do you want this? Want to sit here, keeping me warm while we eat breakfast and talk about our future?”

Your breath hitches. This is…it’s obscene. It’s intimate in a way that makes your head spin and you want it so badly you can barely think straight.

“What about the talking?” you whisper. “The responsible conversation?”

“We can still talk.” One hand slides up your spine, settling between your shoulder blades. “I can be very articulate, even when I’m buried inside you. Question is, can you?”

It’s a challenge. One you’ve never backed down from.

You turn your head just enough to meet his eyes. They’re dark, intense but there’s a question there too. Real consent. Making sure this is what you actually want and not just lingering drunk decisions.

“Yes,” you breathe. “I want this.”

His grip tightens. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You shift in his lap, feeling him already half-hard beneath you. “Want you. Always want you.”

He makes a low sound in his throat. “Lift up a little, baby.”

You obey, bracing your hands on his thighs as he shifts beneath you. You hear the rustle of fabric, feel him pushing his sweatpants down just enough, and then,

“No underwear?” His voice is strained as his fingers trace up your bare thighs, discovering you came to the kitchen in just his shirt and nothing else.

“Seemed inefficient,” you manage, gasping when his fingers brush where you need him most.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and you feel him stroke himself once, twice. “You’re already so wet.”

“Told you,” you say breathlessly. “Ovulation. Biology. Can’t help—oh—”

He’s guiding himself to your entrance, letting you feel the blunt pressure of him. “Slow,” he murmurs. “Take your time. We’ve got all morning.”

You lower yourself gradually, inch by torturous inch, feeling the stretch and burn and perfect fullness of him. His hands are steady on your hips, helping you and his breathing is harsh against your neck.

“That’s it,” he encourages roughly. “Just like that, baby. So good for me.”

When you’re fully seated, both of you still for a moment. You’re trembling slightly, overwhelmed by the intimacy of it; sitting in his lap in your bright kitchen, completely joined, the morning sun streaming through the windows.

“Okay?” he asks, voice strained.

“So okay,” you breathe. “So…Cheol, you feel—”

“I know.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I know, baby. Now—” he reaches around you for the plates, sliding them closer, “—breakfast.”

You laugh, slightly delirious. “You can’t be serious.”

“Completely serious.” He picks up a fork, cutting a piece of French toast. “Open.”

This is insane. You’re sitting on your husband’s lap in the kitchen, full of him, while he feeds you breakfast like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

You open your mouth and he slides the fork in. The French toast is perfect, crispy outside, soft inside, with just the right amount of cinnamon and syrup. You chew slowly, hyper-aware of every small movement, how even that makes you shift slightly on him.

His breath catches. “Don’t,” he warns.

“Don’t what?” You shift deliberately, just a little and feel him twitch inside you. “I’m just eating breakfast.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he growls but he’s already cutting another piece. “Now, let’s talk about this baby thing.”

You nearly choke on nothing. “Now? You want to have this conversation now?”

“Why not?” His free hand settles possessively on your lower belly, thumb stroking just above where you’re joined. “Seems like the perfect time. Can’t run away. Can’t deflect. You’ve got my undivided attention.”

His voice is teasing but there’s an edge of seriousness underneath. He really does want to talk about this. Like this. Your utterly insane, wonderful husband.

“Okay,” you manage, reaching for your coffee with shaking hands. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

“So,” Seungcheol says, his voice remarkably steady despite the situation, “you said last night you’ve wanted this since our third date.”

You take a sip of coffee, trying to focus on the conversation and not the fact that you can feel every minute shift of his body. “I—yeah. I mean, not immediately, obviously but I knew. Knew that I wanted a future with you. Kids. All of it.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His hand is still on your belly, thumb tracing idle patterns that are absolutely not helping your concentration.

“I don’t know. Timing? We were building our careers, and I didn’t want to pressure you, and—” you gasp softly as he shifts slightly beneath you, “—are you doing that on purpose?”

“No,” he says but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Just getting comfortable. Keep talking.”

“You’re evil.”

“You’re stalling.” He offers you another bite of French toast. “Come on. I want to hear this.” You accept the bite, chewing while trying to organize your thoughts, which is nearly impossible when you’re so acutely aware of him inside you, stretching you, filling you so completely.

“I was scared,” you finally admit. “That maybe you didn’t want the same things. That I’d bring it up and you’d feel trapped or obligated and then months kept passing and it felt like the moment never came up naturally and—” you laugh shakily, “—I guess drunk me decided to just rip the bandaid off.”

“Drunk you has terrible timing but good instincts.” His lips brush your shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to have this conversation for months too.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He sets down the fork, both hands coming to rest on your hips now. “I meant what I said earlier. About clearing out the guest room. I’ve been thinking about it constantly…what it would be like. You, pregnant. A baby. Our baby.”

Your heart stutters. “Cheol…”

“I think about you with a bump,” he continues, voice going rougher. “About feeling them kick. About watching you become a mother.” His hips shift up slightly, making you gasp. “About putting a baby in you.”

“That’s—oh god—that’s not fair,” you whimper, fingers digging into his thighs.

“What’s not fair?”

“Saying things like that when I can’t move, can’t—”

“Who says you can’t move?” His grip tightens on your hips. “I said sit still during breakfast. We’re done eating now.”

Your breath catches. “Are we?”

“Mhmm.” One hand slides up to cup your breast through the thin t-shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple. “I think it’s time for dessert. Don’t you?”

“Seungcheol—”

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, voice dropping to that commanding tone that never fails to undo you. “Use your words, baby. Sober words.”

You’re trembling now, desperate. “Want you. Want this. Want—” you break off as his other hand slides between your legs, finding where you’re joined.

“Want what?” he presses. “Say it.”

“Want you to fuck me,” you gasp out. “Want you to put a baby in me. Want…please, Cheollie, please—”

“There she is,” he murmurs approvingly. Then his grip shifts, and he’s lifting you slightly before pulling you back down, finally, finally giving you the friction you’ve been craving.

You cry out, head falling back against his shoulder as he sets a devastating rhythm. The breakfast dishes rattle on the table with each thrust and you distantly think you should care about the mess you’re probably making but then he angles his hips just right and all thoughts scatter.

“That’s it,” he growls against your neck. “Take it. Take all of me.”

“Yes, god, yes—”

His hand on your breast squeezes while the other works between your legs and the combination is overwhelming. You’re already close, wound too tight from sitting still for so long, from the filthy intimacy of it all.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants. “Gonna give you exactly what you want. What we both want. You want that, baby? Want me to get you pregnant?”

“Yes,” you sob and you’re not even sure if it’s the hormones or the moment or the fact that this is your husband, your partner, your person and you’re finally talking about this, finally doing this…

“Come for me first,” he demands. “Let me feel it. Show me how much you want this.”

His fingers press harder and that’s all it takes. You shatter, clenching around him, crying out his name as pleasure crashes through you in waves.

“Fuck, baby—” his rhythm falters, becomes erratic and then he’s following you over, groaning against your neck as he pulses inside you, holding you tight against him. For a long moment, neither of you move. You’re both breathing hard, trembling, still joined together as aftershocks roll through you.

“So,” Seungcheol finally says, voice rough and satisfied, “I think that’s a yes? We’re doing this?”

You laugh breathlessly, turning your head to kiss him. “Yeah, we’re doing this.”

“Good.” He nuzzles into your neck. “Because I meant every word. I want this. Want you. Want our family.”

“Even though I ambushed you while drunk?”

“Especially because you ambushed me while drunk.” You can feel his smile against your skin. “Shows you trust me. Even when you’re not in control.”

You shift slightly and he groans. “Don’t move yet. Just…let me hold you like this for a minute.”

So, you do, sitting in your dining room in the morning sunlight, still connected, still close, talking softly about the future you’re going to build together.

About nursery colors and baby names and how you’ll tell your families and whether you want to know the gender or be surprised. About all the beautiful, terrifying, wonderful possibilities ahead and when he finally, reluctantly slips out of you, he immediately scoops you up and carries you back to the bedroom.

“Again?” you ask, surprised but definitely not opposed.

“We’re optimizing our chances,” he says seriously but his eyes are dancing. “It’s just good planning.”

“You’re a fein.”

“You’re ovulating,” he counters, laying you gently on the bed. “And I have months of baby-making fantasies to work through. So,” he crawls over you, settling between your thighs, “we’re going to be here a while.”

“What about our schedules?” you tease. “Don’t you have meetings? I have work.”

“Cancelled everything,” he says, leaning down to kiss you slowly, deeply. “Told them I have important business with my wife.”

“Very important business,” you agree, gasping as he enters you again.

“The most important,” he murmurs against your lips. He flips you on your hands and knees first, arched just the way he wants you.

“Stay just like that,” Seungcheol commands, his hands spreading across your lower back, pressing down slightly to deepen the arch. “Perfect. So, fucking perfect.”

You’re trembling already, forehead pressed against the sheets, completely exposed to him. You feel vulnerable like this, open, but the way he’s looking at you; you can practically feel the heat of his gaze dragging over every inch of exposed skin.

“Cheol—” you start but the word cuts off into a moan as he runs his hands up your sides, thumbs tracing your spine.

“Shhh,” he soothes, though there’s nothing gentle about the way he’s positioning you, adjusting your hips exactly where he wants them. “Just feel.”

One hand wraps around your hip while the other slides between your legs, finding you still wet, still sensitive from before. You jerk at the contact and his grip tightens, holding you steady.

“Still so ready for me,” he muses, almost conversational, like he’s not currently destroying your composure with just his fingers. “Even after I just filled you up. You really do want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp into the sheets. “God, yes, please…”

“Please what?” He’s teasing now, the head of his cock brushing against you but not entering, just barely there, making you crazy.

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, trying to push back against him, but his hand on your hip keeps you in place. “Please, I need—”

“Need what, baby? Use your words.”

“Need you inside me,” you practically sob. “Need you to…to get me pregnant, need you to—oh fuck—”

He slides in with one smooth thrust, burying himself completely, and the angle is devastating. You can feel him so deep like this, stretching you, filling every inch.

“This what you need?” His voice is strained now, control slipping. Both hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise and you hope they do, want to see the marks tomorrow, proof of this.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop—”

“Not stopping,” he growls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “Not until you’re dripping with me. Not until I know it took.” The pace he sets is brutal, desperate, his hips snapping against yours with a force that has you crying out with each thrust. One hand leaves your hip to fist in your hair, not pulling, just holding, grounding you.

“Gonna look so good pregnant,” he pants. “Gonna love watching your belly grow. Knowing I did that. That you’re carrying my baby.”

“Cheol—” you’re incoherent now, can only hold on as he takes you apart.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want your baby,” you gasp out. “Want you to…to come inside me, want—god—want everyone to know I’m yours.”

His rhythm stutters at that, becomes somehow even more intense. “Mine,” he agrees roughly. “Always mine. My wife. Mother of my children. Mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice, the certainty, sends you spiraling. Your second orgasm hits harder than the first, whiting out your vision and you feel yourself clench around him rhythmically.

“Fuck—baby—” he groans and then he’s there too, pressing as deep as he can go, holding you against him as he fills you again. This time when he pulls out, he immediately maneuvers you onto your back, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your hips before you can protest.

“Elevate,” he explains breathlessly and you can’t help but laugh.

“You really did research.”

“Told you.” He collapses partially on top of you with his head resting on your chest. “Months of thinking about this. I’m prepared.”

Your fingers find his hair, feeling satisfied and tender and so completely loved. “How long do I have to stay like this?”

“Twenty minutes at least.” His hand finds your belly again, splaying possessively across it. “Maybe thirty to be safe.”

“And what are we doing for the next twenty to thirty minutes?”

His eyes darken again and you feel him already starting to harden against your thigh. “Well,” he says thoughtfully, “I can think of a few ways to pass the time. After all—” he rolls you on your side carefully, mindful of the pillow, settling behind you and lifting your leg up and over his hip, “—we should really make sure we’re being thorough.”

“Thorough,” you repeat breathlessly.

“Very thorough,” he agrees, kissing down your neck. “It’s important to be thorough about these things.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“You’re irresistible.” He nips at your collarbone. “And ovulating. And my wife. Who I’m trying to get pregnant. So yes—” he enters you again, slow and deep, making you both groan, “—insatiable sounds about right.”

And as he begins to move again, slow and intimate and perfect, you think that maybe drunk you had the right idea after all.

Sometimes the best conversations happen in the most unexpected ways.

Seungcheol folds you with both legs to your chest and you know your body is going to complain about it later.

“Wait, Cheol—” you gasp as he pushes your knees toward your chest, folding you in half.

“Trust me,” he murmurs, his hands hooking under your knees, spreading you open as he presses them down. “This angle—fuck, baby, you have no idea—”

And then he’s sliding back in, and oh—he’s right. The angle is incredible. Overwhelming. He’s somehow even deeper like this, hitting spots that make stars explode behind your eyelids.

“Oh my god—” you can barely breathe, pinned beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“That’s it,” he groans, watching where you’re joined with dark, hungry eyes. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Your flexibility has never been your strong suit and you can already feel the strain in your hips, your thighs protesting the position but the pleasure overrides everything else; the way he’s grinding against you with each thrust, the delicious pressure, the intimacy of being folded completely under him.

“You’re so deep,” you whimper, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his forearms. “I can’t…it’s too much—”

“Not too much,” he counters, but there’s a question in his eyes even as he maintains the brutal pace. “Color?”

“Green,” you gasp immediately. “So green, don’t stop, please don’t—ah—”

His thumb finds your clit, circling with perfect pressure, and you nearly scream. Everything is heightened like this, every nerve ending on fire, every thrust punching the air from your lungs.

“Gonna keep you just like this,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple. “Gonna fill you up so deep it has to take. You want that?”

“Yes—yes—Cheol, I’m—”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.” His movements become more purposeful, grinding deep rather than thrusting, the friction against your clit constant and maddening. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Show me how much you want my baby.”

The combination of his words, his thumb, the relentless pressure against that spot deep inside, it’s too much. You shatter with a cry that’s probably too loud for the morning, clenching around him so hard you see white.

“Fuck, just like that—” Seungcheol’s rhythm falters, his hips jerking erratically as he follows you over the edge for the fourth time, groaning your name like a prayer as he empties himself inside you.

He stays buried deep for a long moment, both of you panting, trembling. Then carefully—so carefully—he releases your legs, helping you straighten them out with gentle hands.

“Ow,” you whimper immediately as your hips protest, muscles cramping.

“Sorry, sorry—” he’s already massaging your thighs, pressing kisses to your knees. “I got carried away.”

“Worth it,” you manage, even as you wince. “But I’m definitely going to feel that tomorrow.”

“I’ll give you a massage later,” he promises, still working the tension from your muscles. “A proper one. With oil and everything.”

“You better.” You reach for him, pulling him down into a kiss. “I’m going to be walking funny for days.”

“Good,” he says against your lips, unrepentant. “Let everyone wonder why.”

“You’re terrible.”

“You love it.” He rolls to the side, immediately pulling you with him, tucking you against his chest. His hand finds your belly again; it’s apparently his new favorite spot. “Think it worked?”

“Cheol, we can’t possibly know that yet—”

“But do you think it worked?” he insists, almost childlike in his eagerness.

You soften, covering his hand with yours. “I don’t know, maybe. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“And if not?”

“Then we try again,” you say, smiling. “And again. As many times as it takes.”

His answering grin is devastating. “I love this plan. Best plan we’ve ever had.”

“Of course you love it,” you tease. “You’re getting sex on demand.”

“I’m getting to start a family with the love of my life,” he corrects, suddenly serious. “The sex is just a bonus. A really, really good bonus, but still.”

Your throat tightens with emotion. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses your forehead. “Now, twenty more minutes with your hips elevated, and then I’m running you a bath.”

“And then?”

“And then lunch. Hydration. Maybe a nap.” His smile turns wicked. “And then round whatever we’re on.”

“Again?!”

“Baby,” he says solemnly, “we’re not leaving this bed until tomorrow. I told you, I’m being thorough.”

You should protest. Should remind him you both have lives, responsibilities, that you can’t spend an entire day having sex no matter how appealing that sounds but then his hand starts tracing patterns on your belly again and he’s looking at you with such love and want and hope that all protests die in your throat.

“Thorough,” you agree weakly. “Right, very important.”

“The most important,” he confirms and as he settles beside you, already planning the rest of your day—which apparently consists entirely of various positions and strategic pillow placement—you think that maybe, just maybe, drunk you deserves some credit.

After all, she got the conversation started, even if her methods were…unconventional. Your husband certainly isn’t complaining and neither—despite your aching hips and the knowledge that you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow—are you.

The shower was supposed to be innocent, just washing off, getting clean, maybe some gentle aftercare. That lasted approximately three minutes before Seungcheol’s hands started wandering from “helpful” to “decidedly unhelpful.”

“Choi Seungcheol,” you warned but it came out breathless as his fingers traced your hip. “We’re supposed to be cleaning up.”

“We are cleaning up,” he murmured against your neck, pressing you forward until your palms hit the cool tile. “Very thoroughly.”

“That’s not—oh—”

His hand slid between your thighs from behind, finding you still sensitive, still wet with more than just water. “Still ready for me,” he observed, voice dropping an octave. “Even after all that.”

“It’s the hormones,” you managed, even as you arched back into his touch. “I told you, ovulation makes me—fuck—”

“Makes you what?” He was already lining himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “Insatiable? Desperate? Willing to let me fuck you against the shower wall?”

“All of the above,” you gasped as he pushed in, the slide easy despite how much you’d already taken him today.

This time was different, harder, more primal. The tile was cold against your breasts, your cheek, contrasting with the hot water and his body pressed against your back. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly, keeping you in place as he took you apart.

“This is what you do to me,” he growled in your ear. “Walking around, talking about my baby, being so fucking perfect—”

“Cheol, baby please—”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged. “Please, I need—”

“I know what you need.” His other hand found your clit, and you nearly sobbed. “Need me to breed you. Need me to pump you so full—”

You came with a sharp cry, clenching around him, and he followed immediately after, groaning against your shoulder as he held you pinned to the wall.

The water was starting to run cold by the time you both caught your breath.

You genuinely thought he’d be tired after the shower. Thought maybe you’d eat, cuddle, take that nap he’d mentioned.

You made it halfway through your sandwich.

“Come here,” Seungcheol said suddenly, pushing his chair back.

“I’m eating—”

“You can finish later.” There was something almost feral in his eyes as he stalked around the table toward you. “Right now, I need you bent over this table.”

“Choi Seungcheol—” but you were already standing, already letting him turn you around, already bracing your hands on the polished wood as he flipped up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on.

“No panties again,” he noted with approval. “It’s like you want me to fuck you at every opportunity.”

“Maybe I do,” you shot back, then gasped as he entered you in one smooth thrust.

The angle was perfect, the table the ideal height and he took full advantage of it. His fingers dug into your hips as he set a punishing rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscenely loud in your quiet dining room.

“Look at you,” he panted, gathering your hair in one fist. “Taking it so well. So eager for it. Bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere right now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, god, anywhere—”

“Kitchen counter? Bedroom floor? Against the windows where the neighbors might see?”

The thought shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but combined with his relentless pace, it pushes you over the edge. You came with a strangled moan, and he wasn’t far behind, but he didn’t give you time to recover. Just pulled out, ignored your whimper, and guided you to the couch.

“Hands on the back,” he instructed. “Ass up.”

You were shaking as you obeyed, gripping the back of the couch as he positioned himself behind you again. This angle was even deeper, and you could feel him in your belly with each thrust.

“Too much,” you whimpered, but you didn’t use your safeword, didn’t actually want him to stop.

“Not too much,” he countered, one hand sliding up your spine. “You can take it. You can take everything I give you.” And you did, you took it until you were crying with pleasure, until your legs gave out, until he had to hold you up as he finished inside you for the—you’d lost count at this point.

When he finally pulled out, your legs couldn’t support you. You collapsed onto the plush living room carpet, and he followed you down, immediately positioning you on your hands and knees.

“One more,” he said, voice rough. “Just one more, baby, and then we’ll rest.”

“Can’t—” you protested weakly, but your body was already responding, already arching for him.

“You can.” He slid in easily, and the stretch was almost too much on your oversensitized flesh. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly. Gonna make such a good mother.”

The praise broke something in you. You dropped to your elbows, pressing your face into the carpet as he took you with long, deep strokes. There was something almost desperate about it now, like he couldn’t get deep enough, close enough, like he was trying to merge you into one person.

“Love you,” he panted. “Love you so fucking much. Gonna give you everything. Everything you want. Everything you deserve.”

You were too far gone to respond with words, could only moan and take it and feel yourself building toward yet another impossible orgasm.

When it hit, it was almost painful in its intensity. You felt him swell inside you, felt the warmth as he came again, and then everything went soft and hazy.

You came back to yourself slowly, aware of gentle hands cleaning you with a warm cloth, of being lifted and carried, of soft sheets against your skin.

“Did I pass out?” you mumbled.

“Just for a minute.” Seungcheol sounded worried now, the feral intensity finally broken. “I’m sorry, I got carried away—”

“Don’t apologize.” You caught his hand, pressing it to your cheek. “That was…I didn’t know you had that in you.”

He laughed shakily. “Neither did I. I just—when you said you wanted a baby, something in my brain just…short-circuited.”

“Clearly.” You shifted, wincing at the soreness. “I’m going to be feeling this for a week.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised immediately. “Bath, massage, whatever you need. I’m sorry—”

“Stop apologizing.” You pulled him down beside you. “I liked it. Loved it, actually. I just…didn’t expect the conversation about trying for a baby to turn my usually controlled husband into…that.”

“Into what?”

“Into someone who fucks me in every room of the house,” you say bluntly. “Who can’t go an hour without being inside me. Who looks at me like he wants to devour me.”

He flushed. “The ovulation thing wasn’t helping. Knowing you’re fertile right now, that any of these times could be the one—” he broke off, shaking his head. “It did something to me.”

“I noticed.” You traced his jaw. “For the record? I’m not complaining. I’m just surprised and very, very sore.”

“Nap now,” he decided. “Then massage. Then dinner. And then—”

“If you say ‘and then round whatever number we’re on,’ I’m divorcing you.”

He grinned, unrepentant. “I was going to say ‘and then we’ll see how you feel.’”

“Uh-huh. Sure you were.”

“But if you’re feeling up to it…” His hand slid to your belly again. “We should probably maximize our chances.”

You stared at him. “You’re actually insatiable.”

“Only with you.” He kissed your forehead. “Only ever with you.”

And despite the soreness, despite the exhaustion, despite the fact that you’d had more sex in one day than most couples have in a month, you found yourself smiling because this was your husband. Your partner. The father of your future children and if his method of “trying for a baby” involved fucking you in every room of the house until you couldn’t walk straight?

Well.

You’d had worse problems.

“Fine,” you conceded. “But after a nap and a massage, you’re carrying me everywhere for the next week.”

“Deal,” he agreed immediately, already pulling you closer.

Nothing came from that day of marathon sex but with how feral your husband had gotten that day you knew something had awakened in him that would be hard to reign in which is how you found yourself in your current position, bent over the balcony of your bedroom at the Airbnb that had been booked for his work trip to Hawaii which he insisted you come on. Something about a second honeymoon.

You should have known something was up when Seungcheol insisted you come on his work trip.

“It’s Hawaii,” he’d said, showing you the booking confirmation with an innocence that should have been your first warning. “We’ve never been. Plus, my meetings are only in the mornings. We’d have the afternoons and evenings together.”

“A second honeymoon,” he’d called it with that devastating smile.

What he’d failed to mention was that the “trying for a baby” conversation had apparently permanently rewired something in his brain.

You’d learned this over the past few weeks. The man who used to be controlled, measured, professional in every aspect of his life had developed a hair-trigger when it came to you. A lingering glance, your hand on his thigh at dinner, the way you bit your lip while concentrating—any of it could result in him finding the nearest private surface and bending you over it.

The office after hours? Check.

The car in the parking garage? Check.

The fitting room at the boutique where you’d been shopping for maternity clothes (optimistically)? Very much check.

But this—this was a new level, even for him.

“Cheol,” you hissed, gripping the balcony railing as he pressed against your back, his hands already pushing up your sundress. “We’re outside. Someone could see—”

“The nearest villa is hundreds of feet away,” he murmured against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. “No one can see unless they’re in a helicopter.”

“That’s not the point—”

“The point,” he interrupted, one hand sliding between your thighs to find you already wet—because of course you were—your body had learned to anticipate him now, “is that you’ve been walking around all day in this dress. This tiny, barely-there dress. Bending over to pick up seashells. Stretching in the sun. Driving me insane.”

“We were on the beach,” you protested weakly, even as you arched back into him. “What was I supposed to wear?”

“Nothing.” His fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them aside. “Preferably nothing.”

You were about to respond when he pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, and all coherent thought fled. Your fingers tightened on the railing as he set a deep, rolling rhythm that had you biting your lip to keep quiet.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand gripping your hip while the other slid up to cup your breast through the fabric. “Take it. Take all of me.”

The view from the balcony was stunning; turquoise water stretching to the horizon, white sand beaches, palm trees swaying in the breeze. The sun was setting, painting everything gold and pink. It should be romantic.

It was romantic. Just also obscene.

“God, you feel so good,” Seungcheol groaned, picking up his pace. “So perfect. Made for me. Made to take my cock. Made to carry my baby.”

There it was, the thing that set him off every time. The baby talk. Ever since that day, since you’d opened that door, he couldn’t seem to help himself. It was like the idea of getting you pregnant had become an obsession.

“Cheol—” you gasped, trying to keep your voice down even as pleasure built in your core. “Someone might hear—”

“Let them hear.” His hand slid from your breast to your throat, tilting your head back. “Let them hear how good I make you feel. How well you take me. How desperate you are for my baby.”

“You’re insane,” you managed, but it came out more like a moan.

“You made me this way.” His lips brushed your ear. “Walking around, talking about wanting my babies, being so fucking perfect—you broke something in me, baby. Can’t think straight anymore. Can’t function unless I’m inside you.”

His hand left your throat to slide down your body, finding your clit with practiced ease. The dual sensation—him inside you, his fingers working you expertly—was too much.

“That’s it,” he encouraged as you started to tremble. “Come for me. Come on my cock while I fill you up. Maybe this time it’ll take. Maybe in nine months you’ll be here with my baby in your belly.”

The image he painted—you pregnant, round with his child—combined with his relentless pace pushed you over the edge. You came with a cry you couldn’t quite muffle, clenching around him and felt him follow seconds later with a groan. He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing hard, the sound of waves crashing below mixing with your racing heartbeats.

“We need to talk about this,” you finally said, even as you melted back against his chest.

“About what?” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, still not pulling out.

“About this—” you gestured vaguely, “—thing that’s happened to you. This breeding kink you’ve developed.”

You felt him smile against your skin. “Is it a kink if we’re actively trying for a baby?”

“Cheol, we’ve had sex multiple times everyday in the last week. Everyday.”

“You’re counting?”

“Hard not to when I can barely walk straight.” You turned your head to look at him. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the sex. The sex is incredible but you’ve been…intense. Ever since that conversation.”

His expression shifted, becoming more serious. He finally pulled out—you whimpered at the loss—and turned you around to face him, hands gentle on your waist.

“I know,” he admitted. “I’ve been…I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like something clicked that day, and I can’t turn it off. Every time I look at you, I think about getting you pregnant. About you carrying our baby. About our family. And it just—” he broke off, looking almost embarrassed. “It does something to me. Makes me crazy.”

“I’ve noticed,” you said dryly.

“Is it too much?” There was genuine concern in his eyes now. “Am I being too much? Because if you need me to dial it back—”

“No,” you interrupted quickly. “I mean, yes, it’s a lot but it’s also…kind of hot? Knowing you want me that badly. That you’re that desperate to start our family.”

His eyes darkened. “You have no idea how badly I want you. How much I want this.”

“I’m getting a pretty clear picture,” you teased, feeling him already starting to harden against your thigh. “Case in point.”

He huffed a laugh. “Can you blame me? You’re standing here, freshly fucked, my cum dripping down your thighs, the sunset making you glow and you’re surprised I want you again?”

“We literally just finished—”

“And I’m already thinking about round two.” His hands slid down to cup your ass. “And three. And four. We have all night, baby. No work tomorrow. No interruptions. Just you and me and this view and a very comfortable bed inside.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You love it.” He kissed you, deep and slow. “Now, shower, dinner and then I’m taking you apart in that massive bed. Sound good?”

It sounded perfect, actually. Even if your husband had apparently turned into a sex-crazed maniac since the baby conversation. Especially because your husband had turned into a sex-crazed maniac since the baby conversation.

“One condition,” you said as he started leading you inside.

“Anything.”

“When we get home, we’re making a doctor’s appointment. To make sure we’re doing everything right. That I’m healthy. All of it.”

His expression softened. “Of course. Whatever you need. I’ll set it up as soon as we’re back.”

“And maybe—” you bit your lip, “—maybe we dial it back just a little? Don’t get me wrong, I love the enthusiasm, but I’d like to still be able to walk when we get home.”

He grinned. “No promises but I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

As he pulled you inside to the shower, his hands already wandering again, you thought about how much had changed in just a few weeks. Your controlled, measured husband had been replaced by someone who couldn’t keep his hands off you. Who fucked you on balconies and whispered filthy promises about getting you pregnant. Who looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

The test from last week had been negative. You’d both been disappointed but not surprised, these things took time but watching Seungcheol now, the way he touched you with reverence even as his eyes promised wickedness, you knew something had fundamentally shifted between you.

This wasn’t just about making a baby anymore. It was about the intensity of wanting something together. About the intimacy of trying. About how the goal had somehow made everything—every touch, every kiss, every time he was inside you—feel weighted with meaning and possibility.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, soaping your shoulders.

“About how that drunk conversation might have been the best terrible decision I ever made.”

He laughed. “Oh, it was definitely terrible. But yeah,” he pulled you close, “also the best.”

“Even though I asked if you’d love me as a worm?”

“Especially because you asked if I’d love you as a worm.” He kissed your forehead. “Now come on. We have dinner reservations in an hour and I plan on having you at least twice before then.”

“Twice?! Cheol, we just—”

But he was already lifting you, your legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and honestly? You weren’t complaining, not even a little bit.

Your insatiable, baby-crazy, utterly perfect husband. You wouldn’t change a thing.

You didn’t make it to dinner.

Well, not the reservation anyway. By the time Seungcheol had finished with you in the shower and then carried you to the bed still dripping wet, you were both too boneless and satisfied to even consider getting dressed and going out. Instead, he’d ordered take out—an absurd amount of food—and you’d eaten on the balcony wrapped in plush robes, watching the stars come out over the ocean.

“This is nice,” you murmured, stealing a bite of his dessert. “Romantic. Almost makes me forget you’ve turned into a caveman.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Caveman?”

“Mhm.” You grinned. “Me want baby. Me fuck wife constantly. Me carry wife everywhere because wife can’t walk—”

He silenced you with a kiss, tasting like chocolate and coconut. “I don’t hear you complaining when I’m making you come.”

“That’s because my brain stops working when you’re making me come.”

“Mission accomplished then.” His hand found yours on the table, fingers interlacing. “But seriously, are we okay? This isn’t too much?”

You squeezed his hand. “We’re more than okay. I promise. Yes, you’ve been insatiable. Yes, I’m going to need a week to recover when we get home. But Cheol,” you met his eyes, “I love seeing you like this. Passionate. Uninhibited. It’s like you’ve finally let yourself want something without overthinking it.”

“I want you,” he said simply. “I want our family and yeah, maybe I’ve gone a little crazy about it, but…” he shrugged, unapologetic, “I’m not sorry.”

“Good.” You stood, letting your robe slip off your shoulders. “Because I’m not done with you yet either.”

His eyes went dark, tracking the fall of fabric. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You moved to straddle his lap, the balmy night air warm on your skin. “We have four more days in paradise. Might as well make the most of them.”

“Four more days,” he repeated, hands spanning your waist. “Think we can set a record?”

“For what? Most times having sex in a single vacation?”

“I was thinking most creative locations, but that works too.” His thumbs traced circles on your hipbones. “There’s the beach at night. The private pool. That hammock near the—”

“You’ve been planning this.”

“Maybe.” He pulled you down for a kiss. “Can you blame me? My beautiful wife, a tropical paradise, and no responsibilities for four whole days? I’m going to worship you in every way possible.”

And he did.

You woke to his mouth between your thighs, the sunrise painting the room in shades of gold and pink. He brought you to orgasm twice before you were even fully awake and then pulled you into the shower where he took you against the tiles while water cascaded over you both.

Breakfast was served on the balcony, and you made it through most of your meal before he was pulling you onto his lap, pushing your sundress up, filling you while you clutched his shoulders and tried to keep quiet.

“Love you like this,” he murmured against your neck as you rode him slowly. “Sun-kissed, desperate and so fucking wet for me.”

“Always wet for you,” you gasped. “Can’t help it.”

“Good.” His hands guided your hips, helping you find the perfect angle. “Never want you any other way.”

Later, he kept his promise about the hammock. You’d been reading peacefully in the shade when he appeared with that look in his eyes and suddenly your book was forgotten as he stripped you down and arranged you across the swaying fabric.

“Cheol, this is going to tip—”

“I’ve got you,” he promised and he did, holding the hammock steady as he knelt between your legs and proved that his mouth was just as talented as the rest of him. By the time he finally entered you, you were already trembling, oversensitive, and the gentle sway of the hammock with each thrust was unlike anything you’d experienced.

“This is insane,” you laughed breathlessly.

“This is perfect,” he corrected and the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in his universe—made your chest tight with emotion.

His morning meeting ran long and you’d gone down to the beach alone, content to swim and sunbathe and give your body a much-needed break. You should have known better. You were waist-deep in the crystal-clear water when you felt arms wrap around you from behind.

“Meeting over?” you asked, leaning back against his chest.

“Cancelled the rest.” His lips found that spot behind your ear that made you shiver. “Told them it was a family emergency.”

“Cheol! You can’t just—”

“Can’t just what? Choose my wife over a conference call about quarterly projections?” His hand slid down your stomach, disappearing beneath the water. “Pretty sure I can since y’know, I’m the boss.”

“Someone could see—”

“No one’s around.” And he was right—the beach was completely empty, the nearest people just tiny dots in the distance. “And you’re wearing this bikini. This tiny, barely-there bikini. What did you expect?”

“I expected to swim peacefully—oh—”

His fingers had found their target, working you expertly while his other arm banded around your waist, holding you against him.

“Can you be quiet?” he murmured. “Or are you going to let the whole beach know how good I make you feel?”

You bit your lip, trying desperately to stay silent as he worked you closer to the edge. The water lapped around you, warm and gentle and the contrast between the peaceful setting and what he was doing to you was almost too much.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Come for me, baby. Right here in the ocean where anyone could see how desperate you are for me.”

You came with a strangled gasp, your legs giving out and only his arm around your waist kept you upright.

“Good girl,” he praised, turning you around. “Now, think you can stay quiet while I fuck you?”

You couldn’t, as it turned out but the beach stayed empty, and Seungcheol didn’t seem to mind your breathless cries as he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he entered you in the warm, shallow water.

The private pool became his new favorite place. You’d lost count of how many times he’d taken you there; bent over the edge, pressed against the infinity wall overlooking the ocean, on the submerged lounger, against the smooth rocks of the artificial waterfall.

“We’re never leaving,” he declared as the sun set on your last full day. “I’m cancelling our flights. We live here now.”

“We have jobs,” you reminded him, though you were currently in his lap in the pool, still joined, neither of you in any hurry to move.

“We’ll work remotely. I’ll buy this villa. We’ll raise our kids here.”

“Kids, plural?”

“At least three.” His hands slid over your belly, possessive and tender. “Maybe four.”

“Let’s start with one,” you laughed. “See how we do.”

“We’ll do perfectly.” He kissed you slowly. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

“And you’re going to be an amazing father.” You cupped his face. “Even if you are a sex-crazed maniac right now.”

“Only for you,” he promised. “Only ever for you.”

You woke early, bodies tangled together, the sound of waves your only alarm. Seungcheol was already awake, watching you with that soft expression that still made your heart skip.

“Morning,” you murmured.

“Morning.” He brushed hair from your face. “Last day.”

“Don’t remind me.” You snuggled closer. “I’m not ready to go back to reality.”

“Me neither.” His hand found your belly again,it was becoming a habit. “But we’ll take this with us. This feeling. This certainty.”

“The certainty that you can’t keep your hands off me?”

“The certainty that we’re ready for this. For our family. For our future.” He shifted, rolling you beneath him. “And yeah, also the certainty that I’ll never get enough of you.”

The morning light filtered through the curtains as he made love to you slowly, tenderly, so different from the frantic desperation of the past few days. This was soft and sweet and full of promise.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “So much. More than I can say.”

“I love you too,” you breathed. “Even when you’re being insane.”

“Especially when I’m being insane,” he corrected with a grin and as you lay together afterward, wrapped in each other and the morning warmth, you thought about the past few weeks. The conversation that started it all. The shift in your relationship. The intensity and passion and sheer want of it all.

You still didn’t know if you were pregnant yet. Wouldn’t know for another week at least but somehow, it didn’t matter as much as you thought it would. Because you had this. Had him. Had the absolute certainty that whatever happened, you were in it together. Even if your husband had apparently developed a permanent breeding kink in the process. You could think of worse problems to have.

“Round two?” Seungcheol murmured hopefully against your neck.

You laughed. “We have to pack. And check out. And catch a flight.”

“So that’s a yes to a quickie before all that?”

“You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

And because he was right—because you did love it, loved him, loved this new chapter you were writing together—you pulled him down for a kiss.

“Make it quick,” you warned. “We actually do need to pack.”

His answering grin was wicked. “Oh baby, I haven’t done anything quick with you since university.”

He was right about that too. You missed your flight but honestly?

Totally worth it.

The next few months go by in blur of your everyday life and the fact that you and your husband behaved like two virgins in a whorehouse at every given opportunity. He had somewhat simmered down, a work project keeping him busy and away from you for the past month.

You knew he was stressed so tonight you had planned to treat him, leaving work early to set up everything and it was well worth it when he comes through the door of your home calling out for you. He asks what smells so good before he stops when he takes in the way you’re dressed, in that cherry red dress he loves, and his mind starts wandering to important dates.

“Did I forget something?”

You turn from the stove, wooden spoon in hand and can’t help but smile at the panic already creeping into his expression. Seungcheol stands frozen in the doorway, briefcase still in hand, tie loosened, eyes frantically scanning you for clues.

“Did I forget—” he starts again, more urgently this time. “Is it our anniversary? Your birthday? Some other important—”

“Relax,” you interrupt, setting down the spoon and crossing to him. “You didn’t forget anything.”

“Then why are you wearing that dress?” His eyes drag over you, taking in the cherry red fabric that hugs every curve, the neckline that shows just enough to be distracting. “You only wear that dress for special occasions.”

“Maybe I just wanted to look nice for my husband,” you say innocently, reaching up to loosen his tie the rest of the way. “Is that a crime?”

His hands find your waist automatically, pulling you closer. “You’re up to something.”

“Maybe.” You stretch up to kiss him softly. “Or maybe I just missed you. You’ve been working so much lately.”

Something in his expression shifts, guilt mixing with exhaustion. “I know. This project has been insane. I’m sorry, baby. I’ve barely been home and when I am, I’m usually passed out or distracted—”

“Which is exactly why I wanted to do something nice tonight.” You smooth your hands over his chest. “So,no work talk. No stress. Just dinner, wine, and your wife who’s been very lonely without you.”

His eyes darken at that. “Lonely?”

“Mhmm.” You let your fingers trail down his abdomen. “Very lonely. Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve touched me?”

“Twenty-two days,” he says immediately and you blink in surprise.

“You’ve been counting?”

“Of course I’ve been counting.” His grip tightens on your waist. “You think I haven’t noticed? That I haven’t been dying every night, coming home to you already asleep, leaving before you wake up? I’ve been going insane.”

“Have you?” You press closer, feeling him already starting to respond. “Because you seemed pretty absorbed in your work.”

“The only reason I’ve been able to focus on work is because I’ve been channeling all my sexual frustration into spreadsheets and project timelines.” His forehead drops to yours. “I’ve missed you so much. Missed this. Missed touching you.”

“Well,” you slide your hands up to his shoulders, “dinner’s going to take another twenty minutes. Whatever shall we do to pass the time?”

“Twenty minutes?” He’s already backing you toward the counter. “I can work with twenty minutes.”

“Cheol,” you laugh as he lifts you onto the granite, “we eat here.”

“We’ve done worse shit here.” He’s already pushing your dress up your thighs, and his eyes go even darker when he discovers what you’re not wearing. “No underwear. You really were planning this.”

“Maybe I was planning to torture you through dinner,” you tease. “Make you wait. Make you suffer.”

“Fuck that.” He drops to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter. “I’ve suffered enough. Now I’m collecting.”

Your protest dies as his mouth finds you and suddenly the simmering pots on the stove are the last thing on your mind.

Dinner is slightly overcooked by the time you both make it to the table—flushed, disheveled, and thoroughly satisfied. Seungcheol keeps apologizing for ruining your perfect meal but you just laugh and pour more wine.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, serving the pasta that’s only a little too soft. “This was kind of the plan anyway.”

“To seduce me before dinner?”

“To remind you that I still exist.” You raise your glass. “That we exist. Outside of work and stress and trying to conceive and everything else.”

His expression softens. “I know we exist. I always know that.”

“But you’ve been distant,” you say gently. “And I get it, this project has been huge, and you’re under a lot of pressure but Cheol…” you reach across the table for his hand, “I’ve missed my husband. Not just the sex, though yes, definitely that but you. Talking to you. Laughing with you. Just being with you.”

He squeezes your hand, looking guilty. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—I thought I was handling it okay, but I guess I’ve been shutting you out.”

“A little bit,” you admit. “And I know it’s not intentional. You get focused on work and everything else fades but we can’t let that happen, especially not now when we’re trying to start a family.”

“You’re right.” He stands, moving his chair closer to yours so he can pull you against his side. “I’m sorry. Really. The project wraps up next week, and then I’m all yours. No more late nights. No more missing dinner. No more—”

“No more twenty-two day dry spells?” you supply with a grin.

“Especially no more dry spells.” His hand slides up your thigh. “In fact, I think I need to make up for lost time.”

“We haven’t even finished dinner.”

“We can reheat it.” He’s already pulling you into his lap. “Right now, I need to apologize properly to my wife for neglecting her.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

His smile turns wicked. “I have some ideas.”

You’re curled up on the couch together, plates pushed aside, wine glasses empty, and you’re finally feeling like you have your husband back.

“So,” Seungcheol says, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your bare shoulder; your dress didn’t survive the transition from dining room to living room, “I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Hmm?” You’re pleasantly drowsy, content in a way you haven’t been in weeks.

“About the baby thing.”

That gets your attention. You sit up a little, looking at him. “What about it?”

He’s quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “We’ve been trying for almost three months now. And I know that’s not that long in the grand scheme of things, but…I don’t know. I guess I thought it would happen faster.”

Your chest tightens. You’ve been thinking the same thing but haven’t wanted to say it out loud. “Yeah. Me too.”

“And I was thinking—maybe we should make that doctor’s appointment. Like you said. Just to make sure everything’s okay. That we’re doing everything right.”

“Okay,” you agree softly. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m not worried,” he adds quickly. “I mean, I am a little worried, but mostly I just want to be proactive. Make sure we’re giving ourselves the best chance.”

You cup his face, making him look at you. “Hey. Three months is nothing. The doctor will probably tell us to keep trying and come back in a year if nothing happens.”

“I know, but—” he breaks off, frustrated. “I just want this so badly. Want to give you this and every time another month goes by and the test is negative, I feel like I’m failing somehow.”

“You’re not failing,” you say firmly. “This isn’t something we can control. It happens when it happens.”

“I know that in my head. But in my heart,” his hand finds your belly, “I’m impatient.”

“I’ve noticed,” you tease gently. “The whole ‘acting like virgins in a whorehouse’ thing kind of gave it away.”

He huffs a laugh. “Was I that bad?”

“You were that eager,” you correct. “Which was actually pretty hot. Still is, when you’re not drowning in spreadsheets.”

“No more spreadsheets,” he promises. “Project’s almost done, and then I’m taking some time off. We’ll go somewhere. Relax. Maybe not having so much stress will help.”

“Maybe.” You kiss him softly. “But either way, we’re in this together, okay? Whether it happens next month or next year, we’ll figure it out.”

“Together,” he agrees, pulling you closer.

You settle back against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear, and try to ignore the small kernel of worry that’s been growing with each negative test.

Three months isn’t that long but it feels longer when you want something so badly. When every month brings hope and then disappointment. When you see the look on your husband’s face each time that single line appears instead of two.

“Hey,” Seungcheol murmurs, as if reading your thoughts. “No spiraling. We’re okay.”

“We’re okay,” you repeat.

And you are, you will be. Even if it takes longer than expected. Even if the road is harder than you hoped. You have him, and he has you, and that’s what matters.

Everything else will come in time, you just have to keep believing that.

Seungcheol had accompanied you to your usual checkup with your doctor and you’re currently waiting for your results to come back. When she enters with your files there’s a look on her face you can’t really read.

“Is there something wrong?” Seungcheol asks, his hand squeezing yours tighter.

“Well, that depends Mr. Choi,” she says before turning to you. “This happens quite often and I know it can be a shock, but I hope you both will make the decision that suits you best.”

The suspense is killing you and before you can ask what she means she says “Mrs. Choi, did you know that you’re three months pregnant?”

“Que?”

You must be hearing things. You took tests, hell you had a period two weeks ago. The room tilts slightly, and you’re glad you’re already sitting down.

“I’m—what?” Your voice comes out strangled, disbelieving. “That’s not—I can’t be. I’ve been having my period.”

Dr. Kim’s expression softens with understanding. “What you experienced was likely implantation bleeding and spotting, which can be mistaken for a light period. It’s more common than you’d think. Based on your blood work and the ultrasound we just did, you’re measuring at about twelve weeks.”

“Twelve weeks,” you repeat numbly. Your mind is racing, trying to do the math. Twelve weeks ago was…

“Hawaii,” Seungcheol breathes beside you, and when you look at him, his face has gone pale. “That was twelve weeks ago.”

Dr. Kim pulls up something on her computer screen, turning it so you can see and there it is. A tiny blob on the screen, barely distinguishable, but with a flickering white spot in the center.

“That’s the heartbeat,” Dr. Kim says gently, pointing. “Strong and healthy.”

Your own heart seems to stop entirely.

“But—” you’re struggling to process this, “—I’ve taken at least four pregnancy tests in the past two months. They were all negative.”

“How early were you testing?”

“I don’t know—a few days before my period? And then after what I thought was my period…”

“That’s likely why. Some women don’t produce enough HCG hormone early on for home tests to detect. It’s rare, but it happens.” Dr. Kim’s smile is warm, reassuring. “But your levels now are exactly where they should be for twelve weeks. You’re pregnant, Mrs. Choi. Congratulations.”

The word hangs in the air between you and Seungcheol.

Pregnant. You’re pregnant. You’ve been pregnant for three months and didn’t know.

“I—” your voice cracks, “—I’ve been drinking coffee. And I had wine at dinner last week. And I, oh god, I’ve been taking ibuprofen for my headaches—”

“Hey, hey,” Dr. Kim interrupts gently. “Let’s take a breath. Small amounts of caffeine are fine. One glass of wine before you knew won’t hurt anything. And occasional ibuprofen, while not ideal, isn’t going to cause problems at this stage. Your baby looks perfectly healthy.”

Your baby.

“I can’t—” you turn to Seungcheol, and the expression on his face nearly breaks you. He looks stunned, overwhelmed, and like he might cry at any moment. “Cheol—”

“We’re having a baby,” he says, voice rough with emotion. “We’re actually…holy shit, we’re having a baby.” And then he is crying, tears streaming down his face as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“You said there was a decision to make?” Seungcheol asks suddenly, pulling back and looking at Dr. Kim with concern. “Is something wrong? You said—”

“Oh, no—I’m sorry, I worded that poorly.” Dr. Kim looks apologetic. “I just meant that unexpected pregnancies can be a shock, and I wanted to make sure you knew you had options. But if this is welcome news—”

“It’s welcome,” you say immediately, even as your hands are shaking. “Very welcome. We’ve been trying. We just—we didn’t know it had already worked.”

“Well then—truly, congratulations.” Dr. Kim starts printing out information. “I’m going to refer you to an OB for your ongoing care. You’ll want to schedule your first official prenatal appointment within the next week or two. I’m printing out the ultrasound photo for you, and some information about what to expect in your first trimester—though you’re already almost through it.”

Almost through the first trimester. You’re almost through the first trimester and you had no idea.

“Can you—” your voice is shaky, “—can you print two copies of the ultrasound? Please?”

“Of course.” Dr. Kim smiles knowingly. “Most parents want several.”

Parents. You’re going to be parents. The rest of the appointment passes in a blur. Dr. Kim goes over nutrition, what to expect, warning signs to watch for, answering questions that Seungcheol asks because you seem to have lost the ability to form coherent sentences.

By the time you make it back to the car, you’re both silent, clutching the ultrasound photos like lifelines. Seungcheol doesn’t start the car. Just sits there, staring at the grainy black and white image in his hands.

“We made this,” he finally says, voice thick. “In Hawaii. In that villa with the ocean view. We made our baby.”

“All those times,” you whisper, then laugh slightly hysterically. “All those months we kept trying, and it had already happened. We were already pregnant during—oh my god, we were pregnant when you bent me over the dining room table last month—”

“And in the shower last week,” he adds, then starts laughing too, slightly wild. “And on the counter. And—Jesus, we’ve been having incredibly athletic sex while pregnant.”

“Dr. Kim said it’s fine—”

“I know, I just—” he runs a hand through his hair, “—I can’t believe we didn’t know. How did we not know?”

“I don’t know.” You’re staring at your own copy of the ultrasound, at that tiny blob that’s apparently your baby. Your baby who’s been growing inside you for weeks while you had no idea. “I feel like I should have known. Like my body should have told me somehow.”

“Hey.” Seungcheol reaches over, taking your hand. “This is okay, right? This is—we wanted this.”

“We wanted this,” you confirm, squeezing back. “I’m just…I’m in shock. Are you in shock?”

“Completely.” He brings your hand to his lips. “But also, baby, we’re having a baby. We’re actually having a baby.”

The reality of it starts to sink in, and suddenly you’re crying too. Happy tears, overwhelmed tears, scared tears, all mixed together.

“We’re having a baby,” you repeat, and it feels more real each time you say it. “In—oh god, when? When am I due?”

Seungcheol scrambles for the paperwork Dr. Kim gave you. “It says…June. June tenth. Holy shit, that’s only six months away.”

“Six months.” You press a hand to your stomach, which still looks completely normal. “There’s a baby in there. Right now. With a heartbeat.”

“The fastest heartbeat in the world,” Seungcheol says, smiling through his tears. “Did you hear how fast it was going? Like they’re already excited to meet us.”

“They.” The pronoun makes it more real somehow. “We’re going to have a tiny human. Who depends on us for everything. Who we’re responsible for.”

“Are you freaking out?” he asks gently.

“Little bit. You?”

“Completely.” But he’s smiling, radiant, more happy than you’ve ever seen him. “But also,I’ve never been more excited about anything in my life.” You lean over the center console to kiss him, tasting salt from both your tears and his.

“We’re going to be parents,” you whisper against his lips.

“Best parents ever,” he promises. “This kid is going to be so loved.”

“So spoiled.”

“That too.” He pulls back just enough to cup your face. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For this. For giving me this. For—” his voice breaks, “—for making me a father.”

“Cheol—” now you’re really crying, “—you did half the work.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one growing them. Carrying them. Creating an entire human being inside you.” His hand moves to your stomach, reverent. “You’re incredible.”

“Ask me again in four months when I’m huge and miserable and demanding pickles at 3 AM.”

“Still incredible.” He kisses you again. “Now, we need to celebrate. And tell people. And—oh god, my mom is going to lose her mind. Your mom is going to cry. Jeonghan is going to make fun of me for crying earlier—”

“We don’t have to tell anyone right away,” you interrupt. “I’m only twelve weeks. A lot can still—” you can’t finish the sentence, but he understands.

“You’re right. We’ll wait. Just, maybe a little longer? Until we’re into the second trimester?”

“Which is only a few more weeks now,” you realize. “We’re already almost there.”

“We’re already almost there,” he repeats wonderingly. Then, more firmly, “Okay, new plan. We go home. We process this. We maybe have a minor freak out and then we start planning.”

“Planning what?”

“Everything.” His smile is infectious. “Nursery. Names. Parenting books. Baby-proofing. Everything we need to do in the next six months to get ready for this tiny human who’s apparently already been along for the ride.”

You look down at the ultrasound again, at that flickering heartbeat frozen in time. Your baby. Made in paradise, growing in secret, already loved beyond measure.

“Let’s go home,” you say softly.

Seungcheol finally starts the car, but before he pulls out, he looks at you one more time.

“I love you,” he says. “You and our little blob.”

“I love you too.” You press your hand over his on your stomach. “All three of us.” And as he drives home, both of you stealing glances at the ultrasound photos, you think about how everything has changed in the span of one appointment.

All those months of trying.

All that hoping and waiting and disappointment and it had already worked.

Your baby had been there all along, growing quietly, waiting to surprise you. Just like everything else with Seungcheol—unexpected, intense, and absolutely perfect.

Even if you had been doing very athletic things while pregnant without knowing it.

You’d probably need to apologize to your baby for that eventually but for now, you just hold the ultrasound close and let yourself feel it.

Pure, overwhelming joy.

You’re going to be a mom and Seungcheol is going to be a dad. In six months, your family of two is going to become three.

Best surprise ever.

You both still haven’t told anyone and it’s been two months since you found out. Your body hasn’t changed much but your need for your husband has which has made Seungcheol work from home twice now and this morning is no different when he wakes up with your mouth on him.

Seungcheol wakes slowly, consciousness returning in gradual waves. There’s warmth, wetness, and a familiar pressure that has him groaning before he’s even fully awake.

“Fuck, baby—” His hand instinctively goes to your hair as his hips jerk involuntarily. You’re under the covers, between his legs and the sight when he lifts the duvet nearly finishes him right there—your eyes meeting his as you take him deeper.

“What are you—oh god—what time is it?”

You pull off with an obscene pop, your hand replacing your mouth as you stroke him slowly. “About six thirty. You have a meeting at nine.”

“Then why are you—” his words cut off as you lick a stripe up his length, “—trying to kill me?”

“Because,” you pause to take him in your mouth again, working him in that way that makes his brain short-circuit, before pulling back, “ I need you…again.”

“Again?” His laugh is strained. “Baby, love we went three rounds last night. How are you—”

“Pregnant,” you finish, crawling up his body. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else and when you straddle him, he can feel how wet you already are. “I’m pregnant and my hormones are insane and I can’t stop thinking about you inside me.”

“Not complaining,” he manages, hands gripping your hips as you position yourself above him. “Just concerned about your poor—Jesus—”

You sink down on him in one smooth motion and his concern evaporates. You’re so wet, so ready, that he slides in effortlessly despite no preparation.

“Fuck, you feel good,” you moan, starting to move. “So good. Why do you always feel so good?”

Seungcheol can’t answer because his brain has officially stopped working. You’re riding him in the early morning light, his t-shirt riding up to reveal the slight swell of your stomach, barely visible but there. Evidence of your baby growing inside you.

His baby. The thought still makes him feral.

“That’s it,” he encourages, helping you find your rhythm. “Take what you need. Use me.”

And you do, you ride him with an urgency that’s become familiar over the past two months. Dr. Kim had warned you that increased libido was common in the second trimester, but this was beyond anything either of you expected. Not that Seungcheol is complaining.

“Cheol,” you’re already close, he can tell by the way you’re clenching around him, “touch me, please.”

His thumb finds your clit, circling with practiced pressure and you come apart with a cry that could wake the neighbors. He follows seconds later, pulling you down onto him as he empties inside you. You collapse on his chest, both of you breathing hard.

“I’m calling in sick,” he announces.

“You can’t. You have that important meeting—”

“Then you’re coming to the home office with me,” he decides, rolling you both over so he’s hovering above you. “Because if the past two months have taught me anything, it’s that you’re going to need me again in approximately—” he checks his watch, “—two hours and I’d rather be here than trying to take a ‘lunch break’ or hoping my camera stays off.”

You laugh, remembering last week when he’d had to abruptly mute himself because you’d walked into his office wearing nothing but a smile.

“That was your fault for working from home in grey sweatpants,” you point out.

“Everything is apparently my fault now.” But he’s smiling as he says it, pressing kisses down your neck. “You needed water at 3 AM? My fault for getting you pregnant. Your jeans don’t fit? My fault. You cried at that commercial with the puppy? Definitely my fault.”

“It was a very sad commercial,” you defend, even as you’re arching into his kisses. “And yes, this is literally all your fault. You and your—” you gesture vaguely at him, “—your everything.”

“My everything?” He’s laughing now, working his way down your body.

“Your face. Your body. Your—Cheol, what are you doing?”

“Well—” he settles between your thighs, “—if I’m working from home anyway, might as well make sure you’re thoroughly satisfied before my first meeting.”

“You just…we literally just—”

“And you’re going to need me again soon anyway,” he points out reasonably. “Might as well get ahead of it.” His mouth finds you and your protests dissolve into moans.

Seungcheol is forty-five minutes into his video call when you appear in the doorway of his office. He sees you in his peripheral vision and tries to focus on the presentation his colleague is giving but you’re wearing that look. That needy, desperate, “I need you right now” look.

He mutes himself and mouths, After this meeting.

You pout. Actually pout. Then you do something that nearly makes him fall out of his chair; you pull up your dress to show him your stomach, running your hand over the small bump. It’s not fair. It’s biological warfare. You know exactly what seeing you like that does to him.

He unmutes. “Actually, I need to step away for a moment. Personal emergency. Give me ten minutes?”

His colleagues agree—they know he’s been working from home more lately—and he kills his camera and mic before you’ve even crossed the room.

“Ten minutes,” he warns as you climb into his lap. “That’s all we have.”

“Then you better make it count,” you challenge, already undoing his belt.

He does.

“We need to tell people,” Seungcheol says over lunch. You’re both in the kitchen, you’re eating pickles and bacon cream cheese spread—a combination that horrifies him but apparently makes perfect sense to your pregnant brain—and he’s trying not to watch in fascinated disgust.

“I know,” you agree around a mouthful of your horrible creation. “We said we’d wait until after the first trimester, and we’re at—what? Fifteen weeks now?”

“Sixteen tomorrow,” he corrects. He’s been tracking it religiously, has an app on his phone that tells him how big the baby is each week. Currently, the size of an avocado.

“Sixteen weeks,” you repeat. “And I’m starting to show. Like, actually show. I can’t hide it in loose clothes forever.”

“You look beautiful,” he says immediately.

“I look pregnant.”

“Beautiful and pregnant.” He comes around the island to wrap his arms around you from behind, his hands spanning your small bump. “Best combination ever.”

You lean back into him. “Your mom is going to cry.”

“My mom is going to plan the entire baby’s life before they’re even born,” he corrects. “Your mom is going to cry.”

“Both our moms are going to lose their minds,” you decide. “And then they’re going to become best friends over baby shopping.”

“Jeonghan is going to make fun of me.”

“Hannie’s going to be the uncle who teaches our kid bad habits.”

Seungcheol groans. “I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe we don’t tell anyone. Just let them figure it out when you go into labor.”

“Cheol.”

“Fine.” He kisses your temple. “This weekend? We’ll have both families over. Tell them together?”

“Together,” you agree. Then, after a pause, “Are you scared?”

“Terrified,” he admits. “But also, this is real now. We’re really doing this. In four and a half months, we’re going to have a baby. Our baby and I want to share that with people. Want everyone to know how happy I am.”

You turn in his arms, looking up at him. “Even though I keep attacking you at inappropriate times?”

“Especially because you keep attacking me at inappropriate times.” He grins. “Though maybe we should warn the doctor at your next appointment. Make sure this is…you know. Normal.”

“I already asked,” you admit, blushing. “Last appointment while you were filling out paperwork. She said it’s completely normal and actually healthy.”

“Healthy,” he repeats, smirking. “So really, we’re just being responsible parents-to-be.”

“Exactly, very responsible.”

“Speaking of responsible—” his hands slide down to cup your ass, “—I think I have another meeting in an hour. Which means we have time—”

“On the counter?” you ask hopefully.

“Wherever you want,” he promises, already lifting you.

The pickles and cream cheese are forgotten as he makes good on his promise and later—much later—when he’s finally back at his computer for his afternoon meetings, you curl up on the couch in his office with a blanket and one of your pregnancy books.

This has become your routine over the past two months. Him working, you nearby and periodic breaks for the insatiable need that’s apparently a hallmark of your second trimester. It’s chaotic and wonderful and occasionally makes him miss important conference calls but he wouldn’t change a thing.

This is his life now. His pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him. His baby growing bigger every day. His future taking shape in ways he couldn’t have imagined a year ago. All because of one drunk conversation about worms and ovulation and wanting his babies.

Best conversation ever. Even if it did result in him having to work from home regularly because his wife has turned into an insatiable pregnant goddess. He glances over at you, at the small bump visible even under the blanket and feels that now-familiar surge of overwhelming love.

Four and a half months until they meet their baby but first, telling their families this weekend and surviving whatever chaos that brings.

“I don’t know, it like died after it bit me!” You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.

“Dios mío no me digas eso…” He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. “That spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now you’re a spider-man.”

And the rest is history…

—

You learned that the man was Miguel O’Hara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.

Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that can’t be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.

Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.

What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain he’d went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.

You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.

—

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Miguel couldn’t look at you.

“When did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?” You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.

You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.

“You did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.” Was all he replied.

“Who is she?” Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldn’t leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didn’t need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.

“Does she have another version of your daughter?” You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You weren’t stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldn’t just walk out on you with a lie.

“No.” He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. “She is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and she’s not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-it’s a chance for me to start at the very beginning.”

You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesn’t have a child yet… Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.

“What about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?” You didn’t understand how this was happening.

He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?

“This is different.” He turned away from you. “I pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on you…” He knew that this was going to tear you apart. “I learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that won’t disrupt anything.”

It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.

You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldn’t drop everything for it.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasn’t making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-you’s not so long ago.

You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.

—

It didn’t take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.

His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you weren’t assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a “Call for Y/N!” In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.

It wasn’t until a new woman showed up in Miguel’s office with a grip around his waist. That’s when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.

—

You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldn’t stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you weren’t from there.

You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him… That’s when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.

Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.

“He’s on a mission right now.” Peter spoke up. “It might be a long one too but don’t waste anytime just incase.”

You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.

The last stop was in Miguel’s office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.

“Hello!” She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguel’s shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasn’t the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didn’t have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Getting off Miguel’s platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.

“Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet other girls around here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you… Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.

“My boyfriend isn’t here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.” She continued as you stayed silent.

“Oh, no it’s okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.” You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.

You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.

“Oh I didn’t know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldn’t let me touch anything.” She followed besides you. “It’s so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We don’t have any of this where I live-“ She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.

“Are you and Miguel already planning to have a child?” You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.

“Oh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.” She chuckled.

In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. “He’s never mentioned kids anyways. I’m not even sure if he’d like them or do well with them.”

With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesn’t know anything. She probably doesn’t even know that she’s a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didn’t just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldn’t dislike her, she wasn’t doing anything wrong and she doesn’t even know.

“I got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.” Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.

It wouldn’t be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.

“AH-“ You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.

“It’s so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!”She started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didn’t agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.

“Lyla, Lyla It’s okay. Just stop. It’s all complicated I know, but this didn’t work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.” You felt yourself choke up. “I can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.”

Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. You’ve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time you’ll be speaking with her.

“You can give him a family y/n… you guys have been married two years now. I know you’ve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.”

“Lyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is… Good for him for believing in something so hard he’s found himself even a third chance to do it.”

“I hate that you’re being too kind about this situation.” Lyla paced around you.

“I love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. It’s so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but I’m also emotionally drained I can’t do this.” You let out a deep sigh. “I’ve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough… When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.”

“You can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! He’s just too obsessed and he’s lost himself in that.” She exclaimed with her hands up.

“Our canon event was our wedding.” Your frowned deepened. “But the universe didn’t say anything else after. It doesn’t say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.”

“I’m just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.” Lyla recalled.

“And I’m grateful for it… Even if this didn’t work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know I’m being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on I’ll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.” You felt your emotions bubble. “I became who I am here. I’m going to miss everyone so much.”

“You can still stay here and work with us.” She edged on.

“I can’t just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know he’s your boss and you’re basically hardwired to do everything for him and you’re trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable it’ll be. I’m the only one hurting here.”

Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasn’t her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She can’t be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didn’t want to see any more damage be caused to you.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She looked up at you sincerely. “I hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time you’ve even been in your universe?”

“Like a year ago for a mission…”

“Exactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but I’m tied to Miguel…” You started to see how it clicked for her too that it’s most likely you might not see each other for a long time. “Even if a spider-person is visiting you I can’t just show up on their watch… It’ll go back to him and I know you wouldn’t want that. I know I’m an AI and I can’t hold real emotions but I mean it when I say I’m going to miss you.”

Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome you’ve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love can’t bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if it’s self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.

“Bye, Lyla.” You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.

You were always just the other woman.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~

would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think it’ll be more in Miguel’s perspective as well!

2 Years Ago (Canada)

You weren't really the type of girl who goes out on a Friday night. You're not a total introvert, but you enjoy being alone. You have friends, but you don't have the type of friends you typically see in the movies that bond for life. You only have your parents, your brother Minho and that's good enough for you.

“Come on. Come with us. Halmeoni will look for you.” Minho is by your bed shaking the hell out of you trying to wake you up. 

He pulled your arm to sit you up. “I don't want to go out. I'm too lazy.” You grumbled and purposely collapsed on him. He almost didn't catch you, but you didn't worry, you know your brother will never let you get hurt. You heard him giggle as he tried to sit you back up.

“Please y/n wash-up. When's the last time you bathe? You smell.” He laughed as he pokes your armpit. You immediately jolted up, scared to get tickled more. 

“I showered last night, asshole.” You jokingly said as you stood up from bed and went straight to the bathroom. 

You’re not really a fan of family gatherings. You don’t hate it, you just prefer not to be there. Family gatherings overwhelm you when your relatives start asking you questions like when will you have your first boyfriend, or have you been promoted in your work yet. And they would always recommend you to marry someone rich instead of finding love. Even though falling in love and imagining cliche things associated with love makes you cringe, you had always hoped to be with someone worthy of all the cringiness.

You're only planning to stay at your grandmother’s house until they cut the cake. You took some finger foods in a ziplock ready to leave the party and looked at your brother for help. Minho already knew what to do in situations like this. You did your part showing up here and now your brother will do his part of helping you sneak out. 

He winked at you as a sign to stay prepared and then yelled. “Oh my god, who made this kimchi? It's bland!”

Everyone in the room looked at him. Grandma made that kimchi and no one dares to go against grandma’s kimchi. You wanted to stay and see what would happen to your poor brother but you took your chance and sneaked out. You ran to the bus stop and caught the bus right on time. You sent your brother a text that you’ll be back before guests start to leave. 

You went to an old coffee shop in your town that you frequently go to. Only a few people come here in the middle of the day and right now it looks like you're the only one's going to be dining in, just like how you want it. 

With a cup of cappuccino, you took out your notebook and started sketching imaginary creatures while listening to music. Just a little later you heard a noise of people coming into the store but you didn't even bother yourself to look up to see what’s all the commotion was about. You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice that there's a pair of eyes already looking at you. 

Mark and Doyoung were ordering at the counter while the rest of NCT 127 sat at the table across from you. Taeil noticed that Johnny was staring at you intently. 

“Pretty?” Taeil teasingly asked Johnny which made him blush. He tried looking away only to find himself staring at you again not a even a second later. 

You're thinking of something to sketch, but you are having a hard time putting it in drawing. You pout your lips and scratch your temple with the pen you're holding. Johnny suddenly felt a rush of warm feeling inside his chest and he hasn't even touched his coffee yet. You’re cute, he thought. He felt his lips curving into a smile while looking at you. Out of impulse, Johnny took out his phone and secretly took a picture of you. 

“Or you could just say hi.” Jaehyun said sarcastically which made everyone at the table laugh. Johnny didn't know that his members were watching him slowly developing a crush on you, it made him a little embarrassed but also proud. 

The loud laughter in front of you finally caught your attention. You looked up, feeling a little nosy wanting to see what's funny but instead you caught a pair of beautiful brown eyes looking at you. 

something sparked in you and Johnny felt that too. He didn't know how to react now that you know that he's staring at you, but he eventually managed to give you a smile. You timidly smiled back at him and nodded your head to greet him. You didn't even glance at the boys that’s with him, you only saw Johnny, his beautiful eyes, clear skin and smooth hair. 

You looked back at your sketch the instant you realized that you're staring. You increased the volume of your phone trying to drown their chatters and to get your focus back on what you're doing, but you can't help to think that there's a handsome guy in front of you and he just freaking smiled at you. 

Johnny couldn't take it any longer. He knew this could be the first and last time he's ever going to see you and thought he might at least give himself a chance to know the cute girl he saw at an old coffee shop. He stood up and walked to your way. The other members cheered him quietly while Mark was just laughing on his own. 

He put down a plate of chocolate cake at your table. You looked up to see him smiling again, you immediately took off your earphones eager to hear what he's about to say. 

“I hope you like chocolate cake.” The sound of his voice lingers in your ear, you can't help but smile and nod. You know he's flirting and you don't mind it, in fact, you like that he's flirting with you because you like him too. 

“I do. Thank you.” You wished he didn't see you eating greasy finger foods that you took from your grandma's party. You slowly put back the bag of Ziploc into your bag. Johnny saw what you did and thought it's funny but didn't say a word. 

“I see that you're alone. Do you mind me sitting with you?” You looked at him and looked behind him and saw 9 men watching the two of you talk. They all changed their gaze avoiding eye contact with you but they made it so obvious. 

“Aren't you with your friends?”

“We're always together. I'm sure they would appreciate the favour that I'm not with them for once.” He said which made you laugh. Johnny could swore that he felt butterflies in his stomach when he heard you laugh. You asked him to sit with you thinking it’s probably not gonna hurt little company while you wait for your grandmother’s party to end. 

The two of you talked like you've known each other for a long time. There is something about Johnny’s confidence that made him a little intimidating but also surprisingly comfortable. Johnny on the other hand feels like he’s himself again after a very long time.

Halfway through the conversation, he finally introduced himself as a member of a Kpop boy group. You didn't know that he’s an idol. You've heard about their group on one of The Late Night Show that your mom loves to watch, but you didn't really pay attention. Johnny saw that you were overwhelmed when he told you who he was and he visibly panicked as well.

He put his hand on top of yours trying to comfort you, which you found funny because Johnny looked like he needed the comfort more than you do. You assured him that you don't mind his profession and that your initial impression of him is what you liked more. 

Johnny couldn’t believe he would find a gem in an old coffee shop in a city he’s only been in because of work. He asked for your number and offered you a ride home in their trip bus. Johnny eventually needed to go back to Korea after two days. He made sure to take you out on a date for those two days and that's more than enough memories of him for you. 

He called you day and night as much as he could. You're always on facetime with him that it almost feels like you're with him all the time. He cherishes his special connection with you even though both of you were uncertain of what kind of relationship you share. Is it just friendship? Or is there more to it?

Johnny was scared to ask you to be his girlfriend over the phone. He knows you deserve more than that, so 3 months later he decided to visit you. 

You had a bad day at work and was surprised to see Johnny waiting for you outside. He was leaning on a car he rented, wearing a brown sweatshirt and denim jeans emphasizing the length of his limbs. He looked exhausted, but still handsome as ever, smiling from ear to ear. 

Johnny’s plan was to check in a hotel first and freshen up, but after he got his rented car he found himself driving to you with suitcases in his trunk. He brought you to the same old coffee shop you both love and wasted no time asking you to be his girlfriend. Just like that, over two cups of americano, you will go home with Johnny as your boyfriend. 

He can only stay in Canada for 2 weeks. Your family loved him dearly and invited him to stay at your house instead of going back to a hotel every night after spending the whole day at your house. 

Two weeks felt like two years. Hugs and kisses, laughter that you can hear throughout your house, his cologne lingers on your hair, Johnny is everywhere in your home and you love it. You have never been happier, you didn't expect to find love when you're not even looking.

You were watching Minho and Johnny play basketball in the backyard when your dad stood beside you.

“You're happy.” It wasn't a question, it’s a statement. You looked in his direction and you saw him watching your brother and your boyfriend play with a hint of smile on his face. 

“Your mom and I worry about you because you never showed interest in other people. Remember when your mom asked you why you never go out with your friends and colleagues? You simply told her that we were your friends. Don’t get me wrong I am grateful that you grew up to be such a loving and wonderful daughter- but your mom and I are worried that when it’s time for us to kick the bucket and when your brother decides to have his own family...” He sighed and met your eyes with a set of tears. “We’re afraid that you will be lonely. It would hurt me to leave my daughter all alone.”

Hearing what your father said brought tears to your eyes but you tried so hard to hide it. You hugged him and stared at the sky. “You don't have to worry about me dad. You know I'm okay alone.”

“Y/n, alone is okay. Loneliness isn't.” He looked back to the boys playing. He didn’t say anything and just smoothed out your hair and sweetly carresed your back. “Johnny asked our permission to bring you back to Korea with him.”

You looked in your father’s direction so fast it could snap your neck. “He did what? I didn't know anything about that, I swear!” you protested.

“It's okay, we're not mad. When I was your age your mom and I were set to get married.” He laughed. “You're old enough to leave the nest, but we told him that the decision is still up to you. This is your life y/n and we want you to make the most of it, make mistakes, try new things. Remember we’ll always, always support you no matter what. I just need you to know how much we love you.”

You didn't notice that you're already crying hard. You hugged your dad tightly and he returned it to you.  You’re happy that you’re going to start a new chapter in your life with Johnny, but at the same time you can’t help but feel bad that you’re leaving your people behind. Your dad assured you that they will be alright in Canada and they will always be one phone call away.

“Just try to refrain from doing anything illegal. Okay? It will be hard to support you behind bars.” You and your dad could only laugh. 

You looked at Johnny and saw him looking at you too, trying to read the situation you're having with your father. You smiled at him, tears of happiness still evident in your eyes. That gave Johnny a sense of confirmation. He smiled back at you and gave you a wink. 

Korea

You and Johnny decided to rent an apartment big enough for the two of you. You sent a request to your firm to transfer you to their branch in Korea, and luckily there is an opening there with better pay and benefits. 

Everything is going well according to plan- if not better- however you cannot deny that your first couple of months were a little hard for you. but you managed to get by with Johnny’s help. 

Your once empty apartment started to fill up with memories. Pictures of you and Johnny are hanging on the walls, there are also pictures of Johnny’s group members with you. For the first time you finally have friends you can depend on, who can listen to you and not judge you, friends that you know will never leave your side. 

Two years later

Your relationship with Johnny is what they call smooth sailing. You were very understanding of how demanding his job is and he’s thankful for that. You take care of him as much as he takes care of you. Your love for one another never wavered, but just like any other relationship, yours isn't perfect. 

You always wanted to go out on a date. Dates like you used to have when you're in Canada with him. You know that your relationship is secret, but you can’t help to get jealous when you see your workmates going out on a date or when they upload a picture of them with their husbands and boyfriends. 

Just like any other girl, you want that and crave for that too. You’re so proud of him that your heart physically aches when you can't do anything about it. You want to brag about him to the world and you want to show everyone that he’s in love with you, but you can't. You’re not allowed to. Not when his contract specifically said that he can't be seen dating. You might be just like any other girl but your boyfriend isn’t just like any other guy, he’s Johnny Suh.

“I just want a date babe. A dinner date is all I ask of you.” You were sitting on the couch, quietly crying while he’s kneeling in front of you cupping your face. 

“You’re making it sound so easy y/n. I'm sorry, but you know that we can't be seen dating in public. We already talked about this. I am crazy in love with you, you have me. Isn't that enough for now?” 

Johnny’s heart is breaking into pieces when he sees you like this. He hates it when he can't give you what you want. He hates it when he can't even take you out on a simple date. Yes, he had a dinner date with you before at your dining room, but never outside the four walls of your apartment. 

If you only knew how much he wanted to show you off but his career is just as important to him. He trained and waited 9 years to debut as an idol and NCT is just starting to get popular worldwide. He can't jeopardize the success of his whole group to go out on a date with you. 

“I'm sorry too if I'm being unreasonable. It's been two years since we last went out, I guess I just miss it.” Now that you're hearing yourself, you just sounded so stupid. How can you be this selfish and ask him something you know he can't do?

He pulled you closer and hugged you tight. “No babe. I'm sorry. Wait for a little more okay? I'll take you on the best date the world has ever seen, you just have to be a little more patient with me.” 

“I guess I can wait a little longer.” He looked at you and you smiled at him. 

He pecked your lips and looked you in the eye. “I love you so much y/n.” He kissed you slowly. A very passionate kiss that Johnny always gives you. It's almost as if he’s talking instead of kissing. You felt his love for you, and how much he’s sorry for not giving you what you wanted. 

**

You kissed him back, but this time the kisses went deeper making it obvious that you’re asking for more. You put your arms around his neck as you lay down on the couch without breaking the kiss. His hand is supporting your back and the other is gripping your thigh slowly spreading it so he can position himself on top of you.

He pressed his body to you as you two continued to kiss. You can feel his crotch getting hard. You break away from the kiss.

“Really? We're just kissing and you're hard already?” You teased him. He didn't say anything, he just smirked at you and pressed his crotch to you even more. You can feel his hard member on your clothed pussy, longing for you. Johnny on the other hand can feel your body starting to heat. You bit your lip and instantly, Johnny knew you're getting aroused.

He carried you to your shared bedroom and carefully laid you down on the bed. He took off your shirt and started kissing your chest. He purposely avoided your hardened nipples and it's making you crazy. 

“Please..” you pleaded. Johnny smirked, he loves it when you plead.

He stopped kissing your chest. He cupped your breast and looked into your eyes as he slowly licked your nipple. You couldn't help but moan louder when he softly bit it. He switched kissing and licking you from one boob to another while his other hand is taking off your shorts and underwear. 

He got up from the bed and looked at you completely naked in front of him while he’s still wearing his pants and hoodie. You were about to cover yourself when he pinned both of your wrists on the sides of your head. 

“Are you shy?” He asked you. You blushed so hard, but you didn't look away from his stare. 

He pecked your lips and got up again to admire your naked body, you didn’t move and just let him look at your nakedness. He loves every inch of your body, even the imperfections you are insecure about looks so perfect to him.

He put his index finger on your lips and slowly traced your body downward. His touch makes you even crazier. You closed your eyes and gripped the sheets around you as you anticipated his touch down there, but he stopped before he could even reach your pussy. He smirked at the sight of you aroused. 

While your eyes still closed. He lowered himself down to your pussy and licked it without touching it. You arched your back as you felt his warm tongue touch your clit. He licked you like there's no tomorrow while two of his fingers are going in and out of your hole. 

“Oh my god Johnny” you moaned his name as you feel getting closer to your climax. Johnny did his best as you reached your high. 

He quickly took off his clothes and his boxer. Johnny is big, and for someone dating him for two years you’re always still in shock whenever you see his member hard and ready for you. You never craved for him more than ever. 

He went to his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. He was about to open it when you stopped him. 

“Can we do it raw tonight baby? Please?” You asked him oh so sweetly.

Johnny wasn't sure if it was a good idea. You rarely have raw sex that it's almost never, but he can't turn you down again twice in one night. You know that Johnny is having a hard time deciding. “Don't worry babe. I'll take Plan B tomorrow morning.” You assured him.

He smiled at you as an agreement and kissed you on your lips as he slowly thrust himself inside you. Just when you thought that's all he has, Johnny pushes more of him in you. You felt so full with Johnny inside of you.

You can never get used to his big dick, no matter how many times you’ve tasted it. Every time feels like your first time. It doesn't hurt, but you can feel the good stretch his dick has been giving you and it's very addicting. 

You glanced at him, his head looking down at you, eyes filled both with lust and love. 

The feeling of your raw pussy is something Johnny cannot explain. The moment he puts all of himself inside you, he can already feel like he’s about to cum. 

Johnny is going crazy about how tight you are and how you clench and unclench yourself around his dick. His thrusts are slow but balls deep, careful not to finish yet. Johnny keeps on whispering in your ear how much he loves you, how good you feel and how much he finds you beautiful.

Tonight isn't just sex. Tonight you are making love. All you can hear is soft pounding and soft moans from you and Johnny. 

You can feel you’re getting closer to reach your high, you moan his name louder as you beg for more. Your moans aroused him even more, his thrusts began to pace up and he’s fucking you harder. 

“Fuck baby you feel so good.” He whispered to your ear. Johnny is groaning to the sound of your wet pussy getting hammered by him.

“Cum in me baby.” You whispered back. Johnny is losing his mind, he’s having the best sex with you and didn't get to process what you just said.

He came inside you and you also finished just in time. You felt his warm cum blurted inside of you, it felt so good you screamed his name once more. Although both of you already came, Johnny didn’t immediately stop thrusting his dick in you, but he gradually slowed down. You're already shaking under him when he decides to stop and pull out. You love every second of it.

He kissed your neck then your lips. With weak knees, Johnny managed to get a warm damp towel to wipe you clean. He pulled the cover over you and he laid down beside you both still naked.

“I love you so much Johnny.” You hugged him and you instantly fell asleep on his chest with a smile on your face.

“I love you most baby.” He whispered and kissed your forehead.

**

The next morning feels different. It feels like you just got married and you're now on your honeymoon with Johnny. The sun softly hit your eyes. You wake with a smile on your face remembering  the amazing night with Johnny. You looked on your side and saw the bed empty. You took your robe on and went to the kitchen, there you saw Johnny cooking breakfast you smiled at the sight in front of you. 

Johnny heard the bedroom door open and looked your way. He smiled as soon as he saw you walking towards him. Sometimes he can't help but wonder how lucky he is to have you. Just looking at you in the morning makes him so happy, you are indeed the best thing that ever happened to him. 

“Hi, babe. Good morning.” You greeted him while you hugged him from behind and softly placed a kiss on his back. “You look handsome.” He’s wearing an oversized purple hoodie and purple sweatpants. He looked so handsome even when wearing the simplest clothes. 

You were seated at the table ashe put a plate of toast, eggs and bacon in front of you and another serving for him. Both of you ate quietly, hearts full of joy. The silence isn't deafening but rather enjoyable.

“Babe. I have a surprise for you.” Johnny said as you finished your freshly squeezed orange juice. You can hear the excitement in his voice and you can't help but feel excited as well.

“What is it? Please,not another piece of jewelry. You know how I feel about them.” You jokingly said. He laughed and shook his head. 

He took both of your hands and held them tight. For a moment you thought he was going to propose.

“Dinner reservation tonight at 9 PM. Capital Grille.” 

Your eyes went huge and you covered your gaping mouth with both of your hands. Johnny was over the moon seeing your reaction. You wondered what happened that changed his mind, but you’re thankful for it.

What happened is, Johnny woke up this morning full of love. He looked at you sleeping beside him and just thought that you deserve all the best things this world has to offer. He got up and went out to the balcony and made a bunch of calls to make this long awaited date happen. He spent his morning on call from picking restaurants to songs to be played on your date. 

You were so excited you jumped around the room. Johnny stood up from his seat and tried to calm you down, but instead, you jumped into his arms and hugged him so tight. Tears are starting to form in your eyes, but this time it's not from disappointment.

“Thank you, Johnny. You made me so happy.” You whispered as you buried your face on his neck. Johnny closed his eyes tightly, smiling from ear to ear, hugging you back. 

“Then I'm happy too.” 

You break away from the hug. Everything sank in and you started to panic. You don't have anything to wear. Your hair is extremely dry and your natural hair colour is now appearing on your roots. Your skin is dehydrated and almost ashy.

“Baby I have to leave. I'm going to prepare for tonight.” You said as you ran to your shared bedroom, changed clothes and kissed Johnny goodbye before he could even get a word in. He can only smile and shake his head as he was left all alone in the kitchen.

You and Johnny decided to meet at the restaurant instead of going together. It is safer that way so no one would see you both coming in. 

Johnny is nervously holding a huge 24 pink tulip bouquet arrangement standing beside the table he reserved for that evening. In fact, Johnny reserved the whole restaurant just for the two of you. He was so excited about your date he came an hour early. You're also ready by 8 pm but you wanted to come in late for suspense. 

You are wearing a tight white dress that hugs your body showing your beautiful curves. You dyed your hair to your natural colour and trimmed it just above your shoulders exposing your collarbones. You had your makeup done and they've done it so beautifully it looked so natural.

You walked into the restaurant and Johnny’s heart beats faster as he heard someone come in. You walked in slowly and you saw Johnny in the middle of an empty restaurant beside a single table holding a gorgeous bouquet. Your heart feels like it's going to explode. 

Like you he made changes with his look, Johnny had an undercut and he brushed back his hair. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt and navy pants. You can't describe what you're feeling, all you know is you're so in love with the man standing in front of you. 

Johnny gasped when he saw you. For a moment he forgot how to breathe. You're so beautiful he can't believe that you are real. 

“y/n, you're breathtaking.” Johnny greeted you and kissed you on your cheek. With that simple gesture, he made you feel extremely beautiful. 

The whole night was just perfect. It feels like the first time seeing each other. He loves what you did to your hair so much he couldn't stop talking about it. The two of you talked as if you never saw each other for years. As the night soon to end, Johnny handed you an envelope, you looked at it confused. 

“You asked me not to give you jewelry anymore, but I still want to give you something.” 

You gasped. “Is it money?” You joked. 

He threw his head back and laughed. “You wish.”

You carefully opened the envelope and peeked inside. It's a handwritten letter from Johnny.

He remembered that you have never received a love letter before, so he decided to be the first to write you one. 

My love,

I have never written a love letter before so you have to bear with me throughout the whole thing. 

To say that I love you is an understatement. If there is something greater than love, then that is what I feel for you. You are the most perfect person I have ever met in my life. Every night I pray that you're not just a perfect dream, but if ever that's the case, then I pray that I will never wake up from it. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm thankful that I’m the one you’ve chosen to love.

Your love made me realize things. You taught me to see colours in my black and white world. You helped me grow and you helped me reach the success that I have now. I am glad that after a long day of being an idol I can come home to you and just be me. John. The John that you love. With you, I feel like I can do anything, and I thank you for that. Thank you for guiding me and supporting me. 

The person I am today is because of you. 

I love you with all my heart and all I am. 

You are my everything. 

Your love,

Johnny

Your eyes are pooling with tears as you read his letter. His words swelled your heart with love. It's simple but straightforward. You looked at Johnny and he’s crying too, he took your hand and kissed the back of your palm.

“I love you so, so much.” He whispered under his breath. It's so faint and sincere you almost didn't hear it.

The night ended and you went home together. You were supposed to go home separately but you don't want to end your night like that, especially when you're going home to the same place. Johnny did not insist on going separately as he didn't want to start an argument and spoil the night. He thought it must be safe now that it's already past midnight. 

The drive home is very quiet, both of you could hear your smiles, unable to hide your happiness. Johnny’s one hand is on the wheel and the other is holding your hand by his lips, kissing and sniffing it now and then.

The moment you and Johnny got home, he undressed you and then himself immediately while kissing you intensely. Both of you walked naked across your apartment as he leads you to the shower and had a steamy sex before continuing your business to bed. It was yet again the best night of your life. 

It's almost 1 PM when you wake up with Johnny’s side of the bed empty. You smiled at the thought of him making you brunch just like yesterday. You jumped out of the bed, wore your robe and went outside. You looked at the kitchen and it was empty, you went to the balcony but Johnny wasn't there either. The bathrooms are empty. It's Sunday, he usually doesn't have a schedule on Sundays. 

You went back to your bedroom and took your phone from the bedside table. You scanned through it hoping to see a text from Johnny but there's nothing. He's not like this, he never leaves without telling you or leaving a note. 

You dialled his number, it only rang once and went to voicemail. You didn't try calling him again thinking he might be busy so you left him a message instead.

Hi babe. I woke up without you here. Is it work? Text back, please. I love you!

An hour passed and he still hasn't called you yet. You decided to call their manager but it went to voicemail as well, so you ended up calling Taeyong and fortunately he answered only after a few rings. 

“Y/n? Hi!” He greeted.

“Hi, Tyong. I hope I'm not bothering you.” You thought he might be busy as well since he and Johnny are in the group and share almost the same workload.

“No, not at all. How are you?” He doesn't sound so busy, so why is Johnny not answering your calls?

“Not much Tyong, I’m just wondering if you know where Johnny is? He’s not here when I woke up and he’s not answering any of my calls and texts. It’s not very like him to leave home without writing me a note or at least sending me a text.”

Taeyong did not answer for a couple of seconds. It's almost like he’s thinking about what to answer next. “All I know is he was called at the office with manager Hyung.”

You were very relieved that he's somewhere safe, the tightness of your chest started to loosen up. “Oh thank you! For a moment I thought he's somewhere out there laying on the road.” You joked. 

Taeyong forcefully laughed but you didn't notice it. “Glad to help. Uhm, hey y/n, it was nice hearing from you but I have to go.” He ended the call before you could even say goodbye. 

All-day you waited for Johnny to come home. You ate the leftover lunch from yesterday and wondered if Johnny had breakfast before leaving. You ended up watching movies to kill time when you drift to sleep.

Johnny came home almost midnight. He’s at the agency's office for almost 12 hours. His head is aching and his stomach is growling. He saw you sleeping on the couch as he made his way to the kitchen to see what you cooked for dinner but there's nothing. He then saw the sink and there's a dirty plate from the lunch you ate. He couldn't help getting pissed when the thought of you staying all day at home and you did literally nothing but lay down. 

He decided to toast a couple of slices of bread and eat it with Nutella and warm milk to ease his hunger. After he ate, he left his plate in the sink and didn't bother with the dishes that are mostly used by you. 

He glanced at you sleeping so cozy on the couch. He didn't know why he's feeling so mad at you right now that he couldn't even look at you. He decided to let you sleep there as he slept alone on the bed for the first time since both of you started dating. 

It was 7 am when you woke up the next morning and to your surprise, you're still alone. You checked your phone and you saw a message from him saying he left early and he's already at work. You're hurt. He came home last night and he didn't wake you up? A lot of different scenarios run through your head, but you shrug them all off as you prepare for work. 

All day and you can’t get Johnny out of your head. You sent him texts in between your work, but he never texts you back even though it says that he’s already seen your messages. You thought he might just be having a bad day and he will talk to you about it tonight when you get home.

You came home thinking that Johnny is already there waiting for you, but you came back to it just like how you left it. No signs of Johnny anywhere, he hasn’t been home yet. You made ramen for yourself and cleaned up the stacks of unwashed dishes. You prepared Johnny stir-fried rice and bulgogi. You waited for him by the table, but he never came home. It’s past 1am and he still hasn't answered any of your calls and texts.

This is the first time that Johnny didn't talk to you for a whole day. You aren't stupid nor numb, you know he is avoiding you and you have no idea why. Yet you still gave him the benefit of the doubt. That night, you slept alone on your cold bed after two years of sleeping in Johnny’s warm embrace- praying that he’s just busy and you're not slowly losing him. 

Johnny on the other hand is trying to keep himself busy, taking all the work he can get so he can get you off of his head. He worked harder than everyone, tripling his practice time to stay late at work. He knows you're waiting at home, he knows you're probably wondering but he's shrugging it off. He’s reading your texts and purposely leaving themn on read so you’d know that he doesn’t want to talk to you. You could sleep on your own, he coldly thought.  

The members and staff are starting to wonder about Johnny’s sudden change of behaviour. He’s been quiet and grumpy when someone approaches him. He doesn't like to be joked at or with which is very unlikely because that’s his unofficial role in the group. They wanted to know what’s wrong, but nobody dared to ask. 

Everybody, including you, find this Johnny very unfamiliar… except for Taeyong.

Taeyong was with Johnny the day after your date. He was waiting outside the room where Johnny was, waiting his turn to be called in.

Johnny was summoned by the higher ups of the agency that day after your date with him. They found out about the little date the two of you had and Johnny is receiving the bad end of it. The company has been scolding him for jeopardizing his group’s success and for forgetting the contract he signed when joining the company. Johnny could only silently listen and absorb everything they’ve been telling and calling him.

The meeting was not really supposed to take 12 hours, but when the company suggested that Johnny should end his relationship with you, that’s when he started to talk back. He fought for you. “The date only took a couple of hours and it was just that one time!” Johnny explained.

“May I remind you that the contract you signed specifically stated that you cannot be seen dating in public! It was never stated that you can do it once and can get away with it!” 

“But nobody saw us! We were careful! This wouldn’t be a problem if none of you are making it a problem!” He stood up from his seat slamming his hand on the desk, leaning towards the people in the front of him.

“Johnny calm down.” Taeyong said as he tried to pull Johnny back to his seat. Johnny was visibly frustrated; he didn’t even notice that he’s already standing and raising his voice to his boss.

“If you think you’re being slick and no one saw you, how do you think we know what you did last night?” His boss answered him coldly. Johnny could only sigh. There’s a lot of things he wanted to say, but he refrained from saying them.

“I will not break up with her. You will not decide for the relationship we have and that’s final.”

The bosses could only look at each other and took their time to talk about what kind of consequences they should give Johnny. They doubt that Johnny wouldn’t do anything like this again, so instead of requiring him to break up with you they demanded Johnny to move back to dorms with his other members, but he insisted on staying with you. 

Johnny tries to say no, but their decisions are final and he has to meet them halfway. His career is on the line, the company is holding his solo debut at his head. He lost the trust of his company and earning it back would take hard work. Johnny felt like he’s back to square one, he felt like he’s back to where he was 10 years ago. 

He pleaded that he would move out gradually because he can’t just leave you all of a sudden when he’s all you have in Korea. He couldn’t think ways of how or in what way he would tell you that he’s in deep shit right now and hope that you accept this news lightly.

Taeyong guessed that Johnny never figured out how to tell you that he asked you to leave your life in Canada to move in with him in a country you know nothing about, just so he could leave you all alone in a home both of you built.

As much as Taeyong pity his friend, he feels sorry for you the most. He can see you struggling to find light in the dark where Johnny has left you, you had no idea what was happening, but he’s not in the right position to tell you what he knows.

In the end, Johnny never had the heart to tell you what the company has been pressuring him to do. He just stopped coming home and keeps on avoiding your texts and calls hoping that you will get tired soon and will eventually stop chasing after him. Johnny did his best to distance himself from you. 

Everyday is a struggle for him to the extent that he is now clouded with nothing but anger. He’s not realizing what he was doing and just started picking the easier but wrong decisions in everything. He bottled all to himself thinking that he was saving you from all the pain he’s going through. 

But he’s wrong. He didn’t make it easier, he didn’t save you from any pain. You’re not doing any better. You’re hurting and he’s the reason why. You have no idea why Johnny suddenly kept his distance from you. He never told you why he was never home anymore. You lost all the reasons to justify what he’s doing to you, all you’re left with are questions.

Two years in a relationship and one day he decided to disappear all of a sudden. You don’t even know if you’re still together with him. Why is this happening? 

His clothes are still hanging on the left side of the closet, but it hasn't been touched for over a week now. Everyday you wake up, go to work, go home and wait for him to come back. The days are longer and the nights are colder. You’re like a dead person walking. You never reached Johnny on his own phone so you feed yourself information about him through his members, mostly from Taeyong. 

Taeyong informed you that Johnny needed to stay at the dorm temporarily because their upcoming album has been demanding most of their time. Of course it’s a lie. A lie that Taeyong chose to tell you so you could at least get a wink of sleep tonight and stop waiting for Johnny to come home. 

Taeyong cannot tell you that Johnny has been telling everybody that he's broken up with you and now living a separate life from you while you're at home alone, sitting in your room waiting for Johnny to embrace you to sleep. 

“You've had comeback preparations before, but he never left home. Can't he just stay here?” You asked Taeyong, voice shaking, tears threatening to fall. 

Taeyong on the other line is gripping his phone so hard it feels like he could actually crush it. You have been very special to him since he laid eyes on you in that old coffee shop, but he never really paid attention to it, he never allowed himself to catch feelings for you because you’ve been off limits from the very start. 

“I wish I could answer that for you. I am sorry, I really am. Is there anything else I can do for you?” 

It’s hard for him to comfort you and keep his distance at the same time. Johnny asked him not to talk to you anymore but Taeyong simply couldn’t do that even when it feels like he’s betraying his friend.

Your sobs are getting louder, “Is-is he there? Can I talk to him please?”

Taeyong looked at Johnny, who seemed to be watching a movie in the living room. He turned his back and closed his eyes tightly. He had to lie again. The sound of your desperate voice breaks Taeyong’s heart into pieces. If only he could wrap his arms around you to keep you safe, he would. 

“He’s not here right now y/n.” Taeyong bit his lip tightly when he heard you sobbed again on the other line. “I’m so sorry.” is all he could say. 

“I understand, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. Thank you Tyong for staying with me. I’m hanging up now, I could use some sleep.” You said and ended the call.

Before you sleep, you send Johnny another text.

Babe, please. I just need to talk to you. Don’t do this to me. I love you.

Johnny saw your text and he could feel that you’re crying again. Before, the thought of you crying breaks Johnny’s heart but now all he can feel is anger. Why are you crying again? Can’t you do anything better than cry?

Every night you cry yourself to sleep. Hugging Johnny’s pillow that still smelled like him. You didn't know when it went downhill. Was it something you did? Was he not interested in you anymore? He could've just broken up with you, why did he have to just ignore you?

You're so weak and couldn't get out of bed anymore that you have to ask for sick leave at your job. You're barely eating, but you didn't notice your hunger or maybe you just don't care. 

For three weeks Johnny acted as if you didn't exist. You don't even know what's the situation of your relationship, is he even still your boyfriend? You’d rather be cheated on than to be treated like this. It's painful to not know what went wrong. Is it you or him? Is there a reason why or was he just fooling around with you all these years. Not knowing hurts, not knowing drives you crazy.

It’s been a month. A month of waiting for Johnny. A month has passed since you stopped caring about the world outside your bedroom. Your job has been calling you to get back to work but you never answered them. You can’t remember when’s the last time you ate, nor seen the outside of your apartment. 

The curtains help dim your room during the day, and the darkness comforts you at night. 

It has been a month since you last talked to your family in Canada, you've been giving them excuses why they couldn't get ahold of you. They knew something’s not right, but they didn't force you to talk, they comfort you instead. You don’t want them to know that Johnny has been treating you like shit, you don’t want your family to see him in any other way other than the Johnny they love. 

Your brother Minho assured you that he will be on the next flight to Korea if you ever need him with you. You wanted to tell them so badly but you're still hoping to fix everything with Johnny. A little more time is what you give yourself. A little more time to hope. 

It's 5 p.m. and you're still laying on your bed, eyes red and swollen from crying after you lied to your parents for the hundredth time. You reached for your water at the bedside table, but it was empty. You sighed and stood up slowly to fill it up but your head started spinning.

You knew this wasn't good and immediately dialled anyone in your phonebook hoping they would answer before you pass out because your vision is starting to get blurry.

“Hello y/n?” Someone answered. 

“P-please help me. Send m-me help.” is the last thing you said. 

You heard the other person calling out your name but you already lost consciousness and dropped on the floor. 

You woke up somewhere unfamiliar. You're hearing monitors and people chattering. The first thing your eyes looked for is Johnny, but he's not there. You looked to your side and you saw Taeyong on his phone sitting in a chair beside you. 

“Y/n you're awake.” He noticed your head moving and jumped up from his seat. “How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?” You remembered, but you didn't have the energy to answer. “You called me for help before you blacked out. I was so worried for you I almost destroyed your front door if it wasn't for the maintenance guy who heard me screaming for help.” 

Taeyong tends to get talkative when flustered and he was obviously affected by what happened to you. He was in the middle of recording when he received your call and had to drop everything he’s doing to help you. He almost crashed his car multiple times driving to your place, his mind was all over the place hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. 

“Wait for me a second. Let me call someone.” He rushed outside the room. He came back with a doctor and a nurse. The nurse went straight to your side to check your heartbeat, breathing and the drips of your fluids. 

“Miss Choi y/n, how are you feeling?” The doctor asked you, sounding a little optimistic.

You didn't answer, you just looked at her. 

“You were brought here to the hospital because you fainted. We did some tests to find out what caused that and we found out that there’s a sudden drop of nutrients in your body due to extreme hunger and you’re also slightly dehydrated. Do you know when's the last time you ate?” You looked away and kept quiet. You didn't answer not because you don't want to, you didn't answer because you don't know what to answer. “Miss Choi?” She repeated. 

“I have no idea. Maybe yesterday? Maybe 3 days ago. I don't know, I'm sorry.”

You haven't been eating, Taeyong thought. He felt a rush of guilt, he thought of all the times he ate while you're at home starving yourself. He knows none of this was your fault, but he’s so disappointed at you right now.  Why are you apologizing? Why are you apologizing when the person should be apologizing to you is busy kissing his boss’s ass. 

“Miss Choi, I don't know what you're going through but you have to take good care of yourself because I have one more piece of news for you and I need you to be very brave, okay?”

You listened but you avoided eye contact. What else could she tell you that would hurt you more than you’re hurting right now?

“We also found out that you are in your first trimester of pregnancy and based on the size of your baby we were able to know that you are currently 4 weeks pregnant.”

You immediately looked at your doctor to see if she was playing with you, but no. The air in the room is serious.

You remember the night before your date with Johnny. You had unprotected sex that night and you were supposed to take a morning pill the next day, but you was so occupied with Johnny’s surprise that you forgot to take the pill. 

You're pregnant, alone, and scared. You're pregnant and Johnny’s nowhere to be found. You're so stupid for forgetting to take that damn pill. What will happen to you now? You can barely take care of yourself, you most likely don't have a job anymore for all the leave without absence you took and you have no one in Korea. 

Taeyong noticed the rush of emotions in your eyes. He didn’t know why he did what he did but he quickly held on to your hand tightly. You didn't look at him, but you accepted his hand and squeezed it so hard. 

“It's less likely that the pregnancy caused you to faint. We checked the baby’s health, it's on the right track and healthy. Even with that news, I still advise you to take extra precautions. If you can avoid stress, avoid it. And there will be little changes in your diet to keep you and the baby healthy.”

None of what she’s saying makes sense anymore. All you know is you're pregnant and you don't know what to do. You don't even know if Johnny still wanted you. Your body went cold and numb, you wanted to cry but you were so tired you physically can't cry anymore. 

You stayed at the hospital for another hour to finish the bag of drip they administered you. Taeyong never left your side. He let you hold his hand, no words were said. He sat beside your bed holding your hand and the other was brushing your hair with his fingers. The two of you stayed like this until the nurse cleared you for discharge. 

Taeyong is now driving you back home. He stopped himself from asking you questions that might overwhelm you more, he let you be with your thoughts as he didn't have the right words to say so he remained quiet. 

When he found out you're pregnant with Johnny, he thought it would be easier for him to deny that he likes you but to his surprise the news didn't change his feelings for you. In fact, he somehow feels more connected and responsible for you and your baby now.

You’re looking at the trees passing when you start sobbing. You’re feeling suffocated. The news that you're pregnant hasn't sinked in yet. Taeyong glanced at your direction and immediately pulled over in an empty park near Han River.He opened the locks of the door and you quickly ran out of his car, sat down on the grass and cried. You cried your heart out and questioned everything. Is this a punishment for something you did wrong? Isn't this a little too much? Why is this happening to you?

The night breeze is cold. Taeyong took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulder. You caught his hand on your shoulder and pulled him closer to you begging for support. Taeyong was caught off guard but he wrapped his arms around you tightly and just let you cry on his shoulder until you calmed down.

For what seems to be a long time you once again found solace in the arms of a friend.

When you arrived home, you invited Taeyong to come in. You thought it’s the least you can do for all the trouble you have caused him today. You made him a cup of coffee and sat across the table. “I'm sorry if I took too much of your time.” You broke the silence fidgeting with your fingers. 

Taeyong’s drinking a cup of coffee from Johnny’s mug. You can't help but feel sad again.

“No, don't say sorry. I wasn't doing anything anyway.” He lied. It's not his intention to lie to you, but you've been beating yourself up quite frequently and he doesn't want to add up to your guilt. 

“Di-did you tell Johnny?” 

“I didn't. I feel like it's not my place to tell anyone, even Johnny.” His jaw clenched as he thinks of what he's about to say. “I know how often you call him and how he purposely ignores them.”

Your heart broke into pieces. You know he ignores you, but to confirm it from Taeyong shattered you. 

You don’t want to cry anymore but tears rolled down your cheeks. You wiped them immediately, but more started to pour. No matter how hard you try to prevent yourself from crying, you just can't stop the tears from flowing. Sometimes it’s surprising how much tears you can cry. 

The silence is what you need, you don’t want pity, you just need someone to be there for you. You cried quietly, but this time you have someone to cry to, someone who understands you and a friend to console you.

Taeyong wanted to stay over the night and sleep on the couch to look after you but you politely declined. You've caused him too much trouble for a lifetime, you couldn't ask him for more. It’s almost 2am when Taeyong left your apartment and you found yourself alone in your house once again. 

You decided it’s time to ask for a lifeline, it’s time to ask for help. No more pretending that everything’s going to be okay. You are weak and you need support. You took your phone out and turned on facetime. 

Talking to your parents about the pregnancy is another thing to think of. After a month you finally contacted your family in Canada. You know you will disappoint them greatly but the only help you need most are theirs and the first person you thought of is your mom. Your best friend.

“Y/n? I missed you so much! You haven't been online lately. How are you?” The sound of her voice already brings you comfort. The fear and worry you're feeling disappeared. 

“I'm not okay mom.” You bit your lip as you admitted. You know you're not okay but when you heard yourself say that, you felt sorry for yourself.

“What's wrong hun?” She asked you. Worry can be heard in her voice. You also heard your dad and your brother behind asking the same question. 

“Is dad and Minho there? Can you put me on speakerphone please?” 

“You're already on speakerphone baby. What's the matter?” Your dad spoke. You closed your eyes as you heard your father’s voice. How much you miss him hits you so hard.

“Mom, dad. I'm so, so sorry.” You let out a deep sigh and your tears came with it. You’re scared but you know you don’t have to. “Johnny hasn't been home for a month now and.. and I just found out that I'm.. I'm pregnant.”

There was a moment of silence in the other line. You were so nervous about what they were about to say. Are they going to disown you? Do they hate you? You hoped they’ll scream at you and call you a disgrace rather than this silence. 

“I'm going to be an uncle?!” You heard your brother screams purposely ignoring the first news you told them and chose to focus on the good one first, your mom let out a cautious laugh while your dad remains silent.

“Dad?” You asked for him. “I know you're mad and disappointed in me. I know this isn't what we hoped for and I'm really sorry dad. I hope you still love me.” You cried. 

You heard your dad laugh on the other line. “I am not mad nor disappointed in you y/n. And yes I love you so much and right now it might be two times more than usual.” 

“He’s crying y/n.” Your mom teased your dad. “We're happy for you. We’re going to be grandparents!”

They didn’t ask anything about Johnny out of respect so you initiated the talk. You told them everything that happened between you and Johnny. You also mentioned Taeyong helped you greatly during the challenging times. You also told them your plan about telling Johnny that you’re carrying his child. 

Your mom felt so sorry for you, your brother was furious but your dad remained composed and neutral. They made sure that whatever happens, you have a home and a family to go home to.

For the first time after four weeks, you laid on your bed without wishing Johnny was beside you. You felt drained and empty, but you also felt a sudden charge of strength and courage. Now that you're near to becoming a mother, you promised yourself that all decisions you will be making will be nothing but the best for your child. From this day on you will pour out the remaining love you have left in you to your baby.

The very next day you went to a convenience store near your apartment and bought three packs of pregnancy kits. You have decided that you will finally pay Johnny a visit. You have decided to tell him about the baby, after all, he is still the father and you thought he somewhat deserves to know. 

You're scared to your wits how he would react, what if he doesn't want to own up and take responsibility for this. But then you keep reminding yourself that you owe this to your unborn child, you have to at least try to give your baby a father if not a complete family and if he doesn't want to do anything with it then you will leave.

Peeing on a stick and waiting for its result isn't as nerve-wracking as you expected it to be maybe because you already know what’s the result’s going to be. But as you start seeing two lines on it you started bawling. Yes you’re scared, but the tears you’re crying are not from stress anymore, they’re there because you’re happy.

The day seemed brighter, the air was cheerful and the sun that hits your skin feels warmer. You looked into the mirror and you saw something you haven’t seen in a while, there is hope in your eyes.

“That's right. Let's make a difference today.” You cheered yourself and changed your clothes to something comfortable, you put the stick inside your pocket and drove down to Johnny's dorm.

You parked your car in front of NCT’s dorm building and as you walked towards the entrance, you noticed people looking at you. You thought there was something on your face so took your phone out to check but instead you saw a few dozen texts and missed calls. Some are from your colleagues, some are from NCT members and some are from your family abroad. You didn't read the texts one by one but you scanned through them.

“Is it true you're dating Johnny Suh from NCT?”

“Hey, you're on the news this morning!”

“Why didn't you tell me you're dating Johnny Suh! I so wanted to go to their concerts.”

Your hands are shaking and you feel like you've been dumped by cold water. 

You read the most recent text. It was from Taeyong. 

“Y/n are you doing okay? Do you want me to drop by your house? Don't read any articles please, it's not good for you and the baby.” 

You didn't listen and went to read the articles anyways. It says there that you've been dating for 2 years now and was caught having an intimate dinner date 4 weeks ago. 

You started wondering how they'd know? There's a picture of you and Johnny at the restaurant smiling to your heart's content and another one where Johnny was kissing your hand after reading his letter to you. 

Suddenly all the eyes on you felt different. It feels like a piercing stare that could hurt you. You ran inside the building. You couldn't get to the elevators so you went to the stairs. You ran up to the 5th floor, you feel yourself catching your breath. You knocked so hard at their door you’re certain that the neighbors heard them but you didn’t care. 

Haechan opened the door and you can see the shocked look on his face. “Y/n what are you doing here?” He asked you but you walked past him. 

Tears are threatening to fall again but you stood your ground. No more crying. You have to be strong, you can't be weak, not right now. 

“Where’s Johnny?” You said loudly. Doyoung and Taeyong heard you and came out from the kitchen. 

“Y/n?” Taeyong called your name. You looked at him and asked him,

“Where’s he?” 

He didn’t answer but Doyoung pointed at the room at the end of the hallway. You walk to it and sighed before you knocked. 

“Johnny.” You called out his name with authority. 

Johnny on the other side of the door is facing what seems to be the biggest challenge of his career. Pictures have been leaked, he is reading tweets from fans and they're not taking the news very well. His company postponed his solo debut and they're deciding whether or not they'll put him on indefinite hiatus. He’s so overwhelmed and so mad at everyone. 

When he heard you knock and heard your voice calling him, his blood boiled. This is all because of you. All his hard work to get where he is now went down the drain because of you.

Johnny opened the door. It felt like years since the last time he saw you. Your beautiful face, your kissable lips, your kind eyes. He can still see your beauty, but he can't feel anything other than anger towards you. You came in and closed the door behind you.

You can see a lot of emotions in his eyes right now but love isn’t present. Seeing him for the first time after a month brings back all the pain. Memories of you alone begging him to come home went gushing in like a tsunami. You never imagined that one day your relationship will turn out this way. Tears are already at bay.

“This is your fault.” He mumbled to himself, he knew you heard it loud and clear. One hand on his waist, the other gripping his hair. You couldn't believe what Johnny just said. You clenched your fist on your chest and tears began to escape as you tried to convince yourself that he’s just mad, he didn't mean that. 

“Johnny, please don't say tha-” Johnny threw his bedside lamp at the wall, the lamp shattering made a huge noise. You had your back against the wall and Johnny is on the other side of the room. You cannot hide the fear you are feeling right now, shaking that he might not satisfy his anger and resort to hurting you.

“I SAID THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” He threw another object that his hand touched. It made an even louder noise, you know the members outside could hear Johnny screaming and blaming you, but you didn't care because you're blaming yourself too. 

“I'm sorry.” You started crying. “I'm truly sorry Johnny, but please we need to talk.” You walked up to him attempting to calm him down by touching his arms. You don't know anymore how to get his attention. You don't even know why you're still trying to tell him that you're pregnant at this point.

“YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING BURDEN Y/N! A fucking burden! I don't want to see your fucking face ever again! Fucking shit! I've been working on my career for years y/n! YEARS! And all gone because of you! You're fucking selfish, you only think of yourself! HOW ABOUT ME?! You’re ignorant, selfish and jealous! I don't even know why I fell in love with you! I regret talking to you at that stupid old coffee shop! When I first left Canada, I should've ended things right there and then! I didn't know any better then but now? Now I do. I know you're a fucking worthless piece of shit that I wasted my life on.” 

Ears ringing, you slapped Johnny so hard you brought him back to his senses. You couldn't talk, you were crying so hard that even breathing is hard for you to do. You let Johnny’s hateful words sink in, you soaked up all he said and it's now drowning you. 

You have been wanting to hear something from him, but not this. Not like this. Not those words.

Johnny couldn't believe he just said all that. He stared at you and watched you catch your breath. He tried walking closer to you, wanting to help you breathe, but you stepped back and slapped him harder. You couldn't get a word out of all the crying, you hate this Johnny in front of you so much all you can do is slap him. 

Both of you didn't notice that Taeyong and Haechan had been knocking on the door quite loudly. Doyoung took out an emergency spare key and opened the door. Taeyong saw you clenching your chest, crying and couldn't breathe. He ran towards you, held you by your shoulders and took you away from that room, away from Johnny. 

Johnny looked at the door you went out from. Haechan tried talking to him but he couldn't comprehend what he's saying. He snapped and hurt you. Minutes ago he was mad at you but now all his anger is towards himself. 

Taeyong drove you away from the dorm. The media has been tipped off that you went to NCT’s dorm and there are a lot of people outside the building, waiting by your car. He borrowed their manager’s car, sneaked you out from the back building and drove you home. 

He was quiet the entire drive, the car was filled with the sound of you sobbing. You're sick and tired of crying. All you did for the past weeks was cry, but no matter how much effort you put to stop crying, you just can't. 

“WHY CAN’T I FUCKING STOP CRYING!!” You screamed. “I’m always fucking cry! I'm sick of this! I'm tired of looking like a fucking fool! I JUST WANT ALL OF THIS TO STOP!” 

He didn't tell you to calm down. Instead, just like what he always does he held your hand and squeezed it tightly. “Let it all out.” He said.

“I want to leave Taeyong.” You sobbed. Taeyong thought you just wanted to unwind, but no. As soon as you got back to your apartment, he saw you took your passport and put it in your pocket, you took your suitcases out and hurriedly packed your things. 

You know you're packing your clothes like an animal, but you don't care anymore. Your hands are shaking and your eyes are blurry from the tears. Without a word, Taeyong held you by your shoulders and sat you down on your bed. He looked you into your eyes and cupped your face as he wiped your tears away. 

He took the clothes your holding from your hands and folded them neatly before refolding everything you’ve already put in your suitcase. Even though he disagrees with this, he’s still helping you pack your things. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Taeyong asked you with concern in his voice.

You nodded even though you know he couldn’t see you. “Yes.” You whispered.

“You know that you don't have to do this alone y/n, right? I'm here for you.” Taeyong wanted to offer himself. You need someone to lean on and he’s willing to give that to you. He is willing to go the distance for you and your baby. He wanted to present himself to you, but he knows all too well that it will not help you in any way and will only complicate things

“I know Taeyong and I'm grateful for you but I need to leave. I need to get away from everyone and everything.” 

Your head is starting to hurt because of all the crying you did, but the pain in your heart is overshadowing it. Taeyong could only nod, who is he to stop you from leaving? Considering everything you’re going through he cannot blame you for wanting to escape.

You only took the things you bought for yourself and left all the things Johnny gave you. Your heart is heavy, but you know you have to do this. You have to think of your baby from now on and not just yourself.

Taeyong offered you a ride to the airport and is now waiting for you in the car downstairs, you took a glance at the apartment that has been your home. You can't believe your relationship with Johnny will end up like this. You saw the love letter that Johnny wrote you by the shelf. You read it once more and wrote your own message at the back of it and left it on the table for him to see. 

The stick in your pocket felt heavier, you don’t know if Johnny deserves to know about the baby. You were thinking of leaving the stick with the letter you wrote, but after what he did and what he said it left you wondering... Do you really need him? 

You took out the stick and looked at the two tiny lines. No, you’re no longer alone and you will never be alone again. You thought of your family back in Canada, they will be by your side every step of the way. You don’t need Johnny.

You teared as you smiled, you decided to move on with your life. In hopes that Johnny will also be able to live his life the way he wanted... As an idol. When you think of it, he was never yours anyway. He belonged under the spotlight. He is destined to perform. He belonged to the fans to love. 

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you are a burden to him, hindering him from reaching his dreams. 

Without any second thoughts you put the stick back in your pocket, left your apartment and didn’t look back. 

Taeyong helped you to disguise yourself before he let you leave the car. He put his hood then mask on and took your suitcase out from the trunk. You thanked Taeyong for all his help and asked him not to tell anyone about everything he knows which he promised he'll never tell a soul, but Taeyong did ask for something in return. 

He asked you to please stay in touch with him. All you could do is smile and nod at him before leaving him with a tight hug. Taeyong memorized the feeling of your hug, his heart is at ease and happy knowing that you’ll be reunited with your family soon.

You took a very deep breath before boarding the plane, leaving behind a big piece of your heart with Johnny. 

Taeil visited Johnny in his room right after you left and as soon as he saw Johnny sitting by his bed, he opened his arms to him. Johnny accepted Taeil’s embrace and cried on his shoulder, bending his neck low. Everyone tried to talk to Johnny but he answered to no one but Taeil.

“Johnny, you know that none of this is y/n’s fault. You are just mad that you cannot freely love the person you want to love and it's okay to get mad, your feelings are valid because it is frustrating. What’s not okay is to blame it all on her. Both of you went to that date, both of you wanted that date to happen.”

Johnny shook his head to disagree even though he knew all too well that Taeil’s right. His emotions were still high and to get down from it so suddenly will make him look like a fool. Even at this moment he still chooses to protect his pride.

“She needs you more than anyone right now. She is going through the same thing as you and no matter how much you deny it, you need her too. This situation only have two choices and the ball’s in your court.” He tapped Johnny’s shoulder as he got up from his seat. “You're a big boy now, Johnny. Think.” 

Taeil left him alone to think. Johnny needed time alone, he had to reflect on the things he said and did. 

He realized how much he fucked up. He knew he crossed the line and he knew he hurt you but his pride and his anger stopped him from running after you. He needed time to compose and calm himself down and thought you needed time for yourself too. As much as his heart tells him to go home to you as quickly as possible, his head tells him to stay at the dorm for one more night and he did. But Johnny didn’t even have the slightest clue that you left, he just assumed that you went home and cried as usual. 

The day ended quickly. Johnny’s phone was confiscated by Doyoung so he wouldn’t look at any more of the hateful things that the “fans” have to say. The other members from Dream and WayV were so worried for him and came to visit him but he didn’t meet anyone, he just stayed in his room alone. He doesn't have enough courage to face them, he already stained the name of their group. Why would they want to check on him still? 

Johnny did not get a wink of sleep. It is not new to him to not be able to sleep since the night he moved out of your apartment. 

But tonight is different, for the first time after a month, he thought of you. He remembered how you smiled at him, how warm you made him feel, how you hugged him behind his back, how you always cuddled him, he tried remembering how your hand fits perfectly to his. He tried remembering your voice when you tell him you love him, he smiled reliving his happy days with you. But whenever he closes his eyes, all he can see is how painful your eyes the last time he looked at them and how much disappointment they held. He saw how tears fell from your eyes, and how your whole body shook from anxiety. 

The sun was barely up when Johnny decided to go home to you. His career wouldn’t mean anything without you by his side anyway. His mind is set on fixing his relationship with you. He realized that it’s easier to fight this mess together than alone. He finally accepted the truth that he needed you more than you needed him.

With a duffle bag on his shoulder, he sneakily left his bedroom and was about to go out when he saw Taeyong drinking coffee alone at the dining table. Taeyong looked up at him and glanced at the heavy duffle bag Johnny was carrying. 

“Awake already?” Johnny asked. 

“Didn't sleep. Moving out?”

“No. Going home.”

‘Home? Too late.’ he thought. Taeyong tried so hard not to scoff. “Okay. See you around then.” He bid Johnny goodbye and went to his room. 

Johnny was thinking of things to say to you. He wanted to explain everything to you without making it sound like he's blaming you. There's a lot of ways he thought he could explain himself, but all of them start and end with an apology. Right now, what only matters is to ask your forgiveness and he would beg for it if he has to.

“Stop giving out useless reasons Johnny. You’re wrong, just apologize to her as if your life depended on it.” He talked to himself.

Johnny nervously stood by the door of the apartment both of you once shared. He wanted to ring the bell but he thought you might still be asleep so instead, he pulled out his key from his pocket and opened the door with it. He missed the smell of the apartment, the smell of your lavender candle welcomed him home. The place looks the same, the kitchen’s clean and the living room is tidy. He went straight to your bedroom and slowly opened the door, careful not to wake you. 

He thought he was hallucinating but you weren't there. The bed is empty. The bed is made as if it had never been slept on. His mind is racing, he’s trying to calm himself down but everything he thought of leads to one horrifying end. He didn't want to believe it. With shaking hands he walked quickly to the closet and that confirmed everything. 

Your clothes are gone. He looked at your bedside table, a picture of your family used to be there but now it's gone. The jewelry Johnny gave you is still there, the only ones that are missing are the ones that your brother and mother gave you. 

He went out of the bedroom and went straight to the living room. The books you owned aren't on the shelves anymore. The vinyls that you collected are gone. He looked around the apartment and he saw the letter he wrote for you on the kitchen table, he picked it up and saw that something new was written on it.

“I’m sorry if I ever kept you locked up and held you back, but here I am giving you what you deserve, this is me supporting you. I still wish for your success, Johnny. Reach your dreams.” 

Suddenly the apartment felt dark, cold and empty. Just like his chest, it felt like his heart was ripped out open. He was too late and the blame is all his. Regrets do always come in the end. Johnny sat down at the table and stared at your handwritten letter for what seemed like forever. 

AN: There will be a sequel for this and if you want to be added on the taglist please let me know!

“Yeah,” you whisper, watching how intensely curious he looks. “Sometimes.”

You subconsciously match his small smile, thoughts of an incredibly wholesome future together making your heart unfairly twist in excitement and want. "You’d be such a good dad,” you continue and Johnny grins instantly. “Like an actual dilf.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah,” you laugh, hand running down his bicep, “you’d be hot, babe.”

“And like, a good dad?” Johnny emphasizes, making you bite back laughter.

“Yeah,” you admit easily, rolling over to kiss him. “Of course, you would be.” 

Johnny just looks at you like you said something entirely captivating and consuming.

“What?” You smile, pressing your lips against his jaw gently.

“I just want it so badly, I don’t know.” Johnny bends his arms to rest them behind his head. He watches you, suddenly peaceful and content. “I want so much with you.”

-

4 years later

You wake up to the muffled sound of Johnny’s voice, momentarily wondering if he’s on the phone. You smile to yourself when you listen closely and hear his softer and higher tone. You make your way to your kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, appreciating the scene in front of you. Johnny is carefully holding your daughter, Julie, with both arms, walking around the kitchen, while simultaneously trying to make eggs.

He has messy bed hair- similar to yours, a now permanent fashion statement in your household, and stubble dotted along his jaw. You listen to his soft whispers and your heart swells as your baby’s small fingers cling onto his white undershirt and her chubby hand grasps at his arm, softly patting over his floral tattoo.

Johnny has his back to you so you stay unnoticed, enjoying the serene beauty of your husband and daughter together. Julie was already almost eight months old and time felt like it was flying by, even if the sleepless nights felt long, and now, time alone and a longer than five-minute shower felt like a luxury, you couldn't and don't want to remember a time without Julie.

You love watching Johnny with her, love watching the way he so gracefully and perfectly assumed being a father, how attentive he was, and how much he doted on her and took care of you. How he started cooking most days, how he read a ridiculous amount of baby books, and how he insisted on making sure you got a minimum of a few hours of sleep a night.

You watch him bounce Julie gently, leaning against the doorframe as you smile until your daughter spots you from behind his shoulder. She reaches out and giggles with a tiny grin and Johnny turns around, mirroring her smile, which looks enduringly similar to his own.

“Need help?” You ask as Johnny laughs. “There's probably a more effective way to make breakfast but...”

Julie stretches her arms out towards you and reaches over to grab her from his hold. "Coffee?" He asks, knowing your answer.

"Yes please," you smile down at Julie, her soft hairs and long lashes. She leans her head against your chest, already comfortable in your arms. You watch Johnny stand on his tiptoes to grab a coffee mug and you press a kiss to the crown of Julie's head.

What a nice morning.

-

“Come take a picture!” Johnny says and your daughter giggles and toddles over to you, hurrying as fast as her tiny legs can carry her, bound in a large winter coat, mittens, and ear muffs. A tiny chubby arm extends out to you a wordless ask for stability and help. You smile as she struggles to wrap her small arms around your shoulders, tiny hands grasping your jacket. Her full pink cheek smushes against yours, as Johnny takes a picture, “Your first snow this year, baby!”

 “Careful,” you call, reaching out to grasp her hand as she pulls herself into you. she wraps her arm around you, hugging you tightly. you brush back a loose strand of her hair as Johnny repositions the camera, moving around for the perfect picture. 

"Snow!" Julie repeats loudly. She had just started talking and loved impressing everyone with her linguistic skills, taking her limited vocabulary very seriously as she already loved to talk and communicate with the two of you.

“Smile!” He says excitedly, grinning behind his large camera.

Julie listens, grinning with a smile that has always looked exactly like her father’s, and smushes her cheek closely next to yours. Your arm finds its way to the small of her back holding her securely as Johnny takes a picture. 

“Perfect,” he mutters, more to himself, watching his family in front of him.

-

“What’s the surprise?” Julie cries, toying with the hem of her shirt. Her anxious gaze darts back and forth between you and Johnny, upset that you both know something she doesn’t.

At three years old, Julie hates feeling like she's being excluded from something. the hardest part of her routine now attempting to convince her that it's bedtime and neither of you would dare have fun without her.

Johnny hands her a small transparent piece of film. Your daughter plays with it gently, turning it around in her palm. “What does this mean?” She questions, not able to stay still and scooting towards you with wide, curious eyes. 

Johnny holds her close to his body, wrapping an arm around her as she gives him her full attention. “It means in a couple of months you’re going to be an older sister.” Julie blinks with her mouth open, still in shock. She has friends in preschool who were younger siblings or already had younger brothers or sisters. Johnny's cousin recently had twins and Julie was completely fascinated by how tiny they were and that there were two babies.

You knew Johnny always wanted Julie to have at least one other sibling and the timing had finally felt right for the first time since Julie was born a few years ago.

 “Really?” Her voice grows louder in pure excitement, looking at you in awe before her eyebrows furrow, confused, pouting. “Why not right now?” She pouts, immediately turning to her father for an explanation. He laughs loudly, “That’s not how it works, baby," he pulls her into his lap, noting that patience is still hard a hard virtue for a three-year-old.

-

You're tucking Julie into bed a few nights later when she brings up the baby again.

“There’s a baby in there?” Julie asks, pointing to your stomach where a small but noticeable bump began to show.

“Yes sweetheart,” you laugh as she smiles widely, “wow,” her big eyes fill with excitement and curiosity. She reaches out and lays a small, warm hand on your stomach, “hi baby.”

You smile at your daughter, already knowing what a great sister she will be. She gripes the comforter tightly as she moves to your side to cuddle you closer. “Love you,” she mumbles, eyes tightly shut, trying to lull herself into sleep. 

“I love you too,” you say quietly and you eventually think she’s successfully asleep, tucked tightly next to you until she whispers cutely, “I love you baby.” You feel a small tap on your stomach and watch her gently pat your stomach. She snuggles closer, satisfied and closes her eyes for a peaceful sleep. 

-

 “Look!” Your daughter calls as she thrusts a picture towards Johnny, a pink and purple fingerprinted flower. He takes her in his arms, “for me?”Johnny asks shocked, looking at her art. Her arms find his shoulders. “No,” she giggles, “for Mommy!” She finishes, still laughing at Johnny’s reaction.                      

Johnny pretends to look hurt, pouting, “Well, can I have one too?” he asks. She thinks about it, face twisting, “Okay!” The little girl decides and Johnny’s smile grows instantly. “Thank you, baby.”

She frowns, chiding her father with a grin, “I’m not baby.” 

“You’re not?” Johnny asks surprised and she nods approvingly. “Yes, the baby is in mommy right now,” she explains, looking at him to confirm he understands.

“Ahhh,” Johnny nods knowingly, smiling tugging on his lips, “I see. You're right. So smart." Julie hides her smile, leaning against Johnny's shoulder.

“You’re still my baby though, right?" He asks as Julie buries her face into his neck, giggling. “Yes,” she laughs, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt. 

-

The three of you watched Nemo while Julie was incredibly invested in the story, watching while sitting in Johnny's lap and letting him braid her hair. You're sitting close to them, a blanket draped over you and Johnny watches you sleep peacefully.

Julie sighs against Johnny's chest as he pats her shoulder. "Let’s go to bed, Jules."

She lets Johnny hoist her up and carry her into her room, the one down the hall from yours, with the pink walls and newly upgraded twin bed.

"Daddy," she whispers, clutching her favorite teddy bear. "Will you still love me even if I’m not a baby anymore?"

Johnny blinks and brushes back stray hairs from her face with a soft smile. "Of course, I could never not love you, never ever."

"Ok, Daddy," she smiles to herself, seemingly satisfied.

"Will you still love me?" He asks and Julie giggles.

"Yes!"

"I had to make sure!" He defends and Julie squeals, wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing tight.

"Jules, Mommy and I will love you forever."

-

“The baby is going to be small,” Johnny explains, walking Julie through the hospital halls as she swings their arms back and forth excitedly.

“Okay,” Julie bounces. "Isn't it cool, daddy, that baby and I have the same birthday month?"

"Wow," he looks down at Julie and her bright, excited eyes, "it really is."

"But we have our own days," she continues, "I think it was meant to be." Julie decides, stopping when Johnny does, in front of your hospital room.

"I think so too," he smiles, squeezing her hand gently and opening the door carefully.

"Wow," Julie gasps, consciously trying not to run up to the hospital bed where you hold a tiny bundle.

"Hi, Jules," you smile, "do you want to meet your brother?"

She nods with wide eyes, already on her tippy toes to try and peer over the tall bed. Johnny instead sits down in the chair next to you and lifts her into his lap. "Here," he murmurs as you carefully pass over your newborn.

"Hi," Julie stares at the small bundle, "Daddy," she gasps, looking up at Johnny. She touches the baby tentatively as Johnny's arm wraps around her waist. Julie is already hyper-fixated on her sibling, on her brother.

"What's baby's name?" She whispers like she's scared of disturbing him.

"Jordan," Johnny says quietly, meeting your eyes with a small, content smile.

"Hi Jordan," Julie smiles, supporting his head gently, turning to look at you. "Do you think he already knows how much I love him?"

You don’t even remember the first time it happened; or more so, how it happened. 

"J-Jaem we really shouldn't be doing this,” you huff out as your boyfriend’s good friend sucks on the skin against your neck, right below your ear. 

His breath is hot, and his touch feels melting. 

"You say that every time, and yet, look where you are. Back with me again.”

Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Jaemin’s lips pressing against yours. You want to give in, but something's on your mind this time — guilt. 

Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall, but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Mark’s on his way-"

He covers your mouth with his hand. He fucking hates when you bring him up. He fucking hates that his friend is the one that gets to have you on his arm. And he certainly fucking hates the fact that he had been the one to introduce the two of you in the first place. 

You were Jaemin’s lab partner before you even knew of Mark’s name. One night when you were over at Jaemin’s house for an assignment, Mark just so happened to turn up. If Jaemin had it his own way, he would have never even planned to introduce you to his older friend — but he was the one who told you to answer the door that night. 

And God did he fucking regret it. 

The memory of you answering the door with an immediate blush and flutter of your eyelashes at Mark’s presence played on his mind every time he saw the two of you together. 

You never looked at him like that — well at least not back then anyway. 

In Jaemin’s mind, he had made it very clear that he had a thing for you. He’d made it obvious, hadn’t he? 

Well, that’s what he thought. So, when news hit that you were fucking the older boy and going on dates with him; it was safe to say that Jaemin was beyond pissed. 

And when you were the one to kiss Jaemin one late night of studying — he seized the opportunity because he’d be damned before he lost his shot with you again. And thus, the two of you fucked every Thursday night’s study session. 

"Don't. Don't say his name,” he growls, low and nasally enough to have your stomach fluttering. “Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me.” 

You nod your head almost instantly with wide eyes. You couldn’t help the way your pussy grows even more slick, threatening to pool in your underwear, at his dominant demands.

"Good girl,” he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing the few dishevelled stands of his hair out of his face to look up at you.

“I’m gonna give you something else to think about." He spreads your legs apart, snaking his hand delicately around your thighs to reach under your dress and tease the waistline of your panties. 

You wordlessly look down at him. And although you're not saying no it’s not enough for him.

"Tell me gorgeous, can I have you for tonight, again?" His voice seems deeper and his tone thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.

You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, __. Can I have a taste?" 

"Yes." You sigh out.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes Jaemin.” 

He has you lift up your feet, one at a time, so that he can remove your panties completley. Your eyes shoot open just in time to see him stuff them in his back pocket. Your body starts to throb at the sight — the sight of him being so smitten for you. 

He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him. Jaemin wasn’t a man of withstanding, so he wastes no time working his tongue the only way he knows best — the way you like it.

He starts by licking a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste. The sound sends ripples against your clit, making your body jolt forward further on his tongue. 

"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this,” he mumbles, shaking his head.

He suctions his mouth on your clit, making your breath hitch in your throat. You're biting down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he starts sucking and pulling on the bud. You're certain your legs would have given out immediately had he not offered his shoulder as support.

"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you. 

"I didn't say you could touch me yet,” he smirks up at you. 

He continues licking your clit until he reaches his hand down to your cunt to join his tongue. He watches your eyes shut in pleasure; the way your hands are clenching into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to try your best to follow his orders.

The pads of his fingers go to your swollen nerves, starting to apply pressure with slow torturous circles and your head slumps back against the wall, mouth hung open as a deep moan floats out of you. He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance. 

You know you’re not going to last, and you’re too out of your mind to even feel slightly embarrassed about it. You could get down on both knees right now and praise god for those fingers of his.

"I've missed how you feel against my fingers baby, couldn't forget it, soaking wet for me just like last time,” he says, looking up at you with thick lashes. 

It has your skin tingling, and your heart thumping against your chest; so hard that it's rippling down to the throb between your legs that only worsens as he continues pushing. 

"Can feel you clenching on my fingers,” he further teases, voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement. "But I bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers, hm?" 

You bite your lip to stop a moan, but then Jaemin stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you. 

"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt, don't you?" 

You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond. 

"Jaemin please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again. 

"Just what? Use your words, __."

"Want you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me,” you whine frustratedly. 

"Y'know I just love to hear you beg. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to come on my fingers first,” his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit the spongy spot inside to which you cry out. 

Your teeth clamp down on your lip again as you circle your hips against his hand mindlessly, earning hiss after hiss from him. 

"Yeah? Gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?" 

You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open with small pants coming out. You start clinging to his shoulders, trying to stay upright. The sensation of your muscles contracting, with each thrust of his fingers and the heel of his palm rubbing against your aching spot, has your legs trembling.

"So close, Jaem, I’m so close. Let me come." 

Jaemin looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can — and you swear you see stars. You can feel your walls deep inside cracking as he starts sending shockwaves through your body. Jaemin even has to hold you up as your leg almost collapses and your hold on his shoulder tightens.

He continues to soothe and flick over your clit even after you come down from your high, and you're too weak to push him away.

"Jaem- baby I'm sensitive,” you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile. 

He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees to stand right in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you. 

It’s sloppy and harsh, like he needs this or he’ll die, like he doesn’t want you escaping him, ever. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.

"More- I need more,” you mumble against his lips before kissing him again. 

Jaemin brings his hands from your face, to the back of your neck, using all the power he has to —somewhat— forcefully pull you away from him. 

"You know how this works. You gotta tell me more than that," his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.

"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Jaemin pretends to sigh. He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you." 

Jaemin knows exactly what you want and how you want it. But he can’t help but love seeing you get all needy and frustrated. It’s his own personal reminder of how much you need him — or better yet — how much Mark isn’t satisfying you. Knowing he gives you something Mark can’t, never fails to make his cock ache. 

"I want you to fuck me,” you finally say, voice barely audible. 

"I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?” He taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration. 

"Stop teasing me, please. I need you to fuck me.” 

Jaemin grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to your bed — Mark’s bed.

You let out a small squeal, swatting at him to put you down. You hated the way he was always picking you up, but for him, having you wrap around his waist was his way of being as close as possible to you. He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare.

"Be careful dumbass." 

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."

Jaemin kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them. 

"Just a few minutes ago it was ‘oh Jaem I’m gonna come, don't stop please,” he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself. 

Jaemin stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, huh?"

The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in, has you practically drooling. 

He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead. 

"Jaemin," you whine. 

"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist,” Jaemin knows the effect his words have on you because your hips are bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.

"Want a proper kiss?" he asks, and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg." 

It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Jaemin to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in. 

"Jaemin", you whine again — and oh does he love the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it." 

He knows that you can beg better than that, he's heard you do it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, partially because his own need is screaming just as loud as yours is. He lets his lips connect with yours and wastes no time ravishing your mouth. 

He growls into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth like he's never kissed it before.

You two are a desperate mess now, as you start to work with each other until you’re both fully undressed. Breathy pants and soft moans fill the silence in the room. 

Jaemin’s towering over you, his knees poking in between your legs to probe them wider for him. You don’t resist, you don’t want to. One of his hands reaches down to fist the throbbing cock between his own legs as he rubs himself teasingly between your seeping folds. 

"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.

Jaemin looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance. 

"Since when have we ever used condoms?" 

"We haven’t. I just thought you might want to-"

You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar delicious stretch and slight burn settling in. You hear Jaemin swear under his breath, as his hips flush right against yours. 

"You just thought what?" he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before peppering wet kisses along your neck.

"I- uh,” you stutter, losing your train of thought from the feeling of him inside you; so deep and hard and rough.

You bite down on your lip. You only ever have Jaemin like this; and you can't explain the overwhelming feeling you get whenever you get to have him with no barriers, getting to be as close to him as possible — even if you didn’t deserve it. 

"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my come deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?" 

And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Jaemin feels about having to sneak around; knew all about how he wishes you were his and his only. 

He doesn't allow you to respond though, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. Instead, his hips slowly begin to rut against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan. 

"Fuck fuck fuck,” Jaemin groans against your ear.

Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace. And as much as he loves you doing that, marking him as yours in your own special way, he redirects your hands to his hair. You immediately begin to tug at his locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers. 

He speeds up his pace. The sharp sting radiating through you, mixed with the sensation of his centre grinding against your own. His movements cause a crippling to all of your senses and creates an unbearable, but familiar, throb in the pit of your belly.

Jaemin is a mess of pants and grunts on top of you, mixed with the low moans that rumble inside of him when he circles his hips harder against you.

"I'd drag this out all night if I could, but my cock is aching for you," he grits through his teeth, snapping his hips against you one last time before pulling away.

He wets his lips, darting his eyes to yours before snapping his mouth from your neck to lean down and press an affectionate kiss against you. Both of you are inhaling sharply into the kiss when you feel him hit his cock in the deepest places, collecting the arousal there.

Your parted lips hover against each other, shallow breaths mixing together as he pulls out of you, and you whine. He starts slowly circling around your entrance like he's teasing himself as well as you. 

You gasp, when he inches forward again, going at a tortuously slow place. He had you so slick with excitement as always there's no resistance at all.  

His eyes squeeze closed as his jaw goes slack, letting out the most erotic moans. You can feel your muscles stretching out to accommodate him and it feels euphoric.

You wrap your legs around him tighter, needing to be closer, as he continues to draw his hips back and forth in fast powerful strokes, switching between kissing you harshly and whispering dirty nothings into the air between you.

You grip your fingers tighter on his hair, moving your lips to go to his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, feeling his pulse thump harder as you do.

He hisses, clenching his teeth as his hand takes hold of your hip, digging his fingers in while his hips jolt forward, "Shit, if you keep doing that I'm not going to last.”

How needy and desperate he sounds spurs a fire in you, moaning against his skin as you push your hips back against him.

“Then don't last, I won't either, I just need you.”

You nip and suck at the heated skin on his neck, swirling your hips against him to spur him on, and he lets out a frustrated growl before he angles your hips up and draws back, snapping forward roughly. It makes your head roll back as you arch into him when he repeats the action again.

"Is this what you needed baby?" he grits, his jaw tenses as he thrusts into you abruptly.  "Wanted me to fuck into you harder? Wanted someone to fuck you properly? Wanted me to show you just how much better you feel clenched around me?"

You can't answer, only managing to gasp out short, strained moans in rhythm with his thrusts as he drives into you in sharp, deliberate motions, filling and hitting all of the places inside you that only he can.

The noises leaving Jaemin are borderline animalistic, the guttural and hoarse sound, vibrating through your whole body as he starts to fuck into you at a relentless pace.

You can feel yourself tightening and clenching around him, muscles pulling him in with each thrust as he knocks against all the right places that were already aching for him, urging you further into your orgasm.

"Shit- Jaemin, I think I'm gonna co-"

You're cut off once again, but not by Jaemin, by the sound of your front door opening. 

☰ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌:

mark:

fighting dirty (idol boyfriend!mark x reader)

⤷ he’d never admit it — but your boyfriend is threatened by the dildo you keep in your underwear drawer, leading to a petty argument that you’re determined to win.

renjun:

perfect present (boyfriend!renjun x reader)

⤷ your boyfriend is too stubborn to tell you what he wants for his birthday. good job you have the perfect lingerie set to surprise him.

coffee shop date (barista!renjun x reader)

⤷ renjun is sick of seeing you get stood up at his coffee shop by the same guy — so he takes matters into his own hands.

jeno:

just go inside (brother’s best friend!jeno x reader)

⤷ you try and sneak out of your brother’s party — but there’s no way jeno’s letting his best friend’s litter sister roam the streets so late.

haechan:

jaemin:

mark doesn’t know (bf’s friend!jaemin x reader)

⤷ mark doesn’t know, that his girlfriend and jaemin, fuck in his bed, every thursday.

chenle:

hickeys (boyfriend!chenle x reader)

⤷ your boyfriend is competitive. so competitive he challenges you to a competition to prove he gives better hickeys.

late night driving (roommate!chenle x reader)

⤷ your roommate invites you for a late night drive because he’s restless — definitely not to fuck you senseless under the stars.

jisung:

arcade (boyfriend! jisung x reader)

⤷ when you hear your boyfriend is off work, you plan a date for him. too bad the only thing he wants is you — and he’s not going to let a date in the arcade stop him.

flowers? (fwb!jisung x reader)

you left a soft kiss on his arm— that was wrapped around you. the mucles flexed as he held you close him— you back pressed firmly against his chest.

"you pass out— then we're done," he grunted, hips snapping into your ass while he cock continued to numb your velvety walls. ".. just let me fuck my girl to sleep and I'll stop."

"the k— kids," you reminded him, mind only focused on his cock but your motherly ways still found a way to stay a float through it all. ".. what if—"

"— shh.. I'm giving you another one right now— the hell," jake groaned in fustration at the feeling of his cock slipping out of your folds. his grip on you loosened and you gasped as he laid you on your back— his body now nestled in between your open thighs. ".. what is this— the third time?"

you whimpered, "ma jake.."

he rubbed the tip of his cock over your cunt— it was glistening with your wetness and his cum. even as you laid before him— just a few seconds without his cock stuffing your hold dribbles of his cum from previous rounds rolled down your ass on onto the mat where you both slept.

"don't look at me like that," jake clicked his tongue at the sight of your puffy eyes that were filled with another round of tears, and your swollen lips that were stuck in a pout. "you tryin to make me feel bad? you asked for this— been doing so good too— takin' this dick with a smile. what happened, babygirl?"

he pushed himself back inside of you with ease and you whined— your mouth forming an 'o' shape.

"I dunno," you sniffled, legs shaking as the heat and pressure in between your thighs grew unbearable. "I dunno just please— please move.."

"now you want me to move? after making that sad face— what are you? an actor now," jake thrusted into you quickly— cock drilling into your gaping pussy like he hadn't been doing this for hours already. ".. I saw the way your hole was grasping at straws when I wasn't inside of you— so desperate for a good dickin' down.."

jake gripped your thighs and let your legs rest on his shoulders— almost folding you in half to reach even deeper (like it was possible at that point).

"ma j— jake," you sobbed— eyes hooded as you stared at his wet abdomen. it continously slammed into your sensitive clit— giving it the attention it was craving. ".. s'deep— you are so deep.."

"..fuck— give me one more," he bit down on his bottom lip— eyes only focused on your expression. "cum one more time f'me.. just one more and black out— then I'm done, yeah?"

you traced your finger tips down jakes chest while his brows furrowed. his tongue swiped over his lips— sweat dripped off of the tip of his flat nose.

his hips rolled against your skin— thigh muscles sore from all the positions he had you in. your golden eyes flickered back in your head— soft, broken moans floating from your throat as his cock fucked into that gummy spot in your walls.

".. r— right there!" you begged, nails sinking into his skin with a hiss.

"damn," he hissed, the fat tip slamming harder into your g-spot. "right there, baby?"

"yes.. yes.. oh great mother," you shivered as jakes rough hand traced over your belly— stopping to feel the slight buldge in your skin when he hit that certain spot. "please— ma jake, kiss me please.."

"kiss you," he scoffed. "what whore gets a kiss? fuck— well, the kinda kiss you're thinkin' of.."

you felt tears fall down your cheeks and you pouted, "but.."

he frowned and his hand left your stomach, now gripping your jaw, "but?"

"tsaheylu," you reminded him with a whimper. "we committed tsaheylu.."

jake glanced at your connected queue's before he looked back at you— your body jolting upward slightly with each snap of his hips. a long, shakey sigh left his lips as your deep emotions for a kiss coursed throughout every neuron in his brain.

"you want it that bad, huh?" he chuckled.

you nodded with a sniffles, "yes.. kiss me please.."

jake pressed his forehead against yours before his lips found your own. you clawed at his chest— moaning desperately into jakes mouth. his tongue swipped over your lips before venturing into your mouth, meeting your own. the kiss was so tender— after each drawback for a short breath of air jake kissed the corners of your mouth before diving back in. he was sort of shocked he went that long without genuinely kissing you— he didn't want to separate, only doing so, so that you could breathe.

"you're so pretty, baby," he mumbled, breathing harshly through his nose. "so damn perfect.."

you asked to be used— to be treated as a play-thing and you both were enjoying the hell out of it, shit— jake was still fucking you like a slut while kissing you like he hadn't kissed you in years, but he could only go so long without a bit of praise for you.

I mean, back when you both were young, he wasn't an asshole when you two had sex— just very, very rough.

"ma jake.. fuck— jake.." you hiccuped on whines, pulling back for air.

"you're already doing that, pretty thing." jake teased— hooded eyes only staring at your wet lips.

tears clung to your lashes as you murmured, "you— you are pretty.. ma jake, you are so pretty.."

"don't steal my compliments," he rolled his eyes before he kissed your jaw. "also I'm not pretty— I fucked you that dumb..?"

he pulled back, hovering over you while you tried form a sentence, honestly, just anything slightly coherent.

"you are pretty," you repeated— hands shakily grazing jakes stomach. you traced your thumb over his two beauty marks and glanced up at him. "these are pretty.."

jake clicked his tongue, "don't say shit like that," he snuck his hand in betwen your thigh and rubbed dramatic circles on your clit with his thumb. "and give me that look.."

you gasped, your tongue on the verge of loling out of your mouth. jake's deep blue cheeks were flushed darker— a slight gulp leaving him as your deadly doe eyes grew wide.

"I can feel you clampin' down on me, babygirl," he groaned— cock twitching in the warmth and tightness of your walls. "fuck— you're tight.. you gonna cum?"

his dick poked at your belly more and more, and it was a sight. you knew he was deep but actually seeing the tip of his cock make your belly buldge made you somewhat embarassed.

"jake— 'can't do it!" you cried out.

"answer the question.." he grunted.

your toes curled— your dazed gaze meeting jakes as the knot in your stomach grew painfully tight. your breaths were uneven and your ears perked up at the lewd nouses that came from below— each wet slap and airy thrust.

you whimpered, "y— yes! m'gonna cum— yes!"

jakes let his hand slide to your belly, and he lifted his hips, heavy balls now slapping against your clit everytime he sunk back inside you.

"give me one more, babygirl," he rested his forehead against yours once again as he pressed down on your stomach (the spot where he would hit). "and I'll.. give you one more.."

your thighs pressed against your breasts and that did it for you. the pressure was too much to the point where you couldn't speak— cumming was all you could think about.

a broken sob escaped your throat— your entire body shook (legs shaking the most), the intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back in your head.

jake moaned, "holy fuck, baby—"

you creamed around his cock and jake could only get a few more thrusts in before your overstimulation became too much for him to handle. his jaw hung agape while a mixture of curse words and whimpers filled the air.

you panted heavily while his cum stuffed you full for the however many time.

you whined as jake lifted himself up and let your weak legs fall to his sides. he held your hand and kissed each of your knuckles gently.

"I'm right here," he huffed. "..fuck, you did so good, babygirl— I love you so much," jake could see you were barely clinging onto consiousness and he chuckled, "I'll clean you up— rest for me.."

you shivered as he pulled out his softened cock and separated your queues, giving your forehead a gentle kiss before your heavy eyelids fluttered shut.

"and there she goes.." he sighed.

jake resisted the urge to just collaspe beside you and take you in his arms— the kids would be returning home soon (it was almost Eclipse).

he wiped you down the best he could and tried not to wake you while he dressed you up again. he put your loincloth on first— not wanting all his hardwork to just spill out like that. he then threw a thin blanket over you— even though na'vi didn't use them he didn't want the kids seeing you covered in his kiss marks and bruises until they faded a little.

jake then fixed himself up, jumping a bit as three rowdy kids (not even in double digits) stormed into the hut like they owned the place. all of them calling for you— of course.

"mama guess what!"

"mama I didn't do it—"

"mama m'hungry!"

"shh," jake placed his finger over his lips and nodded towards your sleeping frame. "mama's asleep.. she's— she's not feeling well, so," he stroked his daughters bangs and suggested in a soft tone. "how about you go eat dinner with grandma and stay for a little bit. tell her daddy sent you, alright..?"

the three children blinked slowly before they gave jake a quick nod and left just as quickly as they busted in.

"it's fine.." jake sighed and laid down next to you, pulling you in close.

your head rested against his chest as sge stroked your hair while he stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes.

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Mark and you decided to stay inside and spend the whole day together, as you were finally off from work and he had nothing scheduled for the day. You both slept in and you just so happened to be the first to wake up. Mark looked so peaceful sleeping but the longer you sat still watching your boyfriend, you couldn’t resist the urge to mess with him. Usually you wouldn’t bother him from getting extra rest but you woke up feeling needier than usual and this was the first time in a while that you actually had time to engage in something longer than a quickie. You remained seated procrastinating on whether or not if you should let your boyfriend continue sleeping or if you should be selfish and wake him up. While you were continuously going back in forth in your head, you caught a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of Mark’s cock hardening through his sweatpants and that gave you all of the motivation that you needed.

You started to rub his lap in delicate up and down motions. Mark didn’t even move or make a sound which caused you to groan internally. You slipped your hand into his sweatpants and started to stroke his cock through his boxers. In doing so, you elicited a low toned groan from Mark. Your legs closed together immediately and you could feel the heat radiating from between your legs. Mark had this effect on you that could have you on your knees begging him to fill you up with his cock. 

He was awake by now, but he didn’t want you to know that. He was curious to see how far you’d go to get off without him actually doing anything. Mark wanted you to use him as your fuck toy. He was more than willing. You had no idea. 

You pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and admired how red his cock was just from you barely touching him. The tip of his penis was leaking with pre cum and it sat up fully hard, waiting for you to take hold of it. From the moment you wrapped your soft plump lips around his tip, swirling your tongue and gently sucking on it. Mark was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

You continued to tease him, releasing him a few times from your mouth with a pop. With each time Mark clenching his eyes hoping to not make a sound or a sudden movement. That was until you placed quick but juicy pecks on his neck and Mark’s hand flew straight to your hair, pulling you completely up to his face. His tongue dived right into your mouth, you were so inviting. Mark flipped you over and brought one of his hands over your warm cunt and started to rub the area while he made out with you. You were very much ready for him and he loved how accessible you were to him in this moment.

You continued to tease him, releasing him a few times from your mouth with a pop. With each time Mark clenching his eyes hoping to not make a sound or a sudden movement. That was until you placed quick but juicy pecks on his neck and Mark’s hand flew straight to your hair, pulling you completely up to his face. His tongue dived right into your mouth, you were so inviting. Mark flipped you over and brought one of his hands over your warm cunt and started to rub the area while he made out with you. You were very much ready for him and he loved how accessible you were to him in this moment.

“Take these off”

With no hesitation you pulled off your red colored lace thong and threw them somewhere on the floor. Mark went under the covers and assumed position right in between your legs. He inserted two fingers while his other hand was busy rubbing circles onto your clit. There was denying how sensitive you were to his touch so when you let out a few moans as soon as he touched you it was no surprise. In fact, it was music to Mark’s ears. He licked around your labia a few times as he continued to pump his fingers into you. Moans began to spill out of your mouth even more as he quickened his pace which caused you to cover your mouth. Mark looked up immediately. He wanted you to be vocal and he was gonna make sure you were”

“Tell daddy what you want my little slut” He said almost in a growl. This sent a wave through your body and you knew you were close to your first orgasm already.

“Please fuck me- I need you so bad” You whimpered as he inserted two more fingers into you. He laughed as he watched you unravel under his touch and started to suck on your clit messily. This wrecked you. Your legs started to shake like crazy. Both of your hands wrested on top of Mark’s head, one hand intertwined in his hair and the other simply just holding his head.

Mark continued to slurp and suck on your sex while simultaneously finger fucking you with four of his fingers. You felt like you were ascending to another planet. You felt that familiar feeling start to build up in the pit of your stomach and before you could release Mark stopped abruptly.

He straightened up and started to stroke his member preparing himself to fuck you silly.

“Spit on it”

You looked up into Mark’s eyes and while making eye contact, you took his cock into your mouth swirling it around on your tongue building up spit bubbles until you were able to gather enough saliva to wet his cock. He rubbed your saliva around his penis and repositioned himself between your legs.

He teased his cock between and around your folds and then inserted himself halfway before pulling out. You’d never adjust this way and it killed you. You were so desperate for Mark to fuck you senseless. He wanted nothing more than to fill you up with his warm seed.

He inserts himself fully until he’s bottoming out and starts to thrust. You were in the missionary position and Mark’s hovering over you, fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. He starts rubbing circles onto your clit again while maintaining eye contact with you and you swore you started to see flying birds.

“Fuck you’re so tight, you couldn’t wait for me to fuck you loose”

“Daddy can’t wait to fill you up with his cum”

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“You’re such a slut, you couldn’t wait for me to fuck you dumb”

“Open your mouth”

“Don’t you fucking run from me”

“I want to hear you”

Such responses from Mark drove you crazy. Your mind was still hazy. Orgasm after orgasm, you knew you still had a long time to go and tapping out was not an option unless you used the safe word but you never really wanted to stop.

The sounds of groaning, moans, skin slapping against eachother, the lewd sounds coming from between your legs were just fueling you both.

Mark continued thrusting into you until he soon felt his climax coming. He rocked his hips shamelessly into yours and continued until you started to cum and you squirted onto him while still wrapped so tightly around him. He kept fucking you until feeling that familiar euphoric feeling and releasing his load inside of you. That made him even more turned on, the thought of breeding you and getting you pregnant. He kept fucking you until you became numb to the feeling and he slipped out of you.

jeno

alternatively, if you were jeno’s girlfriend, it would go slightly different. i don’t typically hc jeno as someone keen on sharing, and he wouldn’t like to stake his claim to you in very lewd ways in front of his friends. doesn’t like when you wear all these revealing clothes in front of his friends because you’re letting them see what’s meant for his eyes - and hands - only. what he does like to do though, is fuck you at the dorms. a lot. he knows everyone can hear you both: the moaning, the grunting, the thrashing of the bed against the wall, and you whining about how jeno’s too big.

and haechan’s, like, a huge hornball. this is obvious to everyone. so while some of the others might do everything in their power to cancel out the noise - for their sake or yours - you can bet haechan’s listening, jerking himself off every time. when you pass him in those short skirts jeno doesn’t like you to wear, he’s staring, waiting for you to bend even a little. you don’t miss the way he flirts with you, although he tends to flirt with anyone so you overlook everything else.

however he manages to get jeno to fuck you is irrelevant, but the one thing for sure is that it would turn into competition. she likes me better, no she likes me better back and forth, except they fuck you to prove it.

i also think jeno would, at least initially, limit haechan. so maybe he can only fuck your ass or vice versa or he can’t touch you here and he can’t touch you there and he can’t do this and that - you get the gist. that isn’t to say haechan wouldn’t try his luck, though. he doesn’t follow orders, he’s a man of mischief

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The first time you and the man met was at a restaurant. An overly expensive place, food mediocre at best and drinks tasting cheaper than the bottles of champagne in your dad’s clubs. Black and deep red corduroy curtains separating your table away from the rest. His dark eyes staring at you, filled with lust as he undressed you with just his gaze.

But how could he not? Your skimpy little satin dress making you look like a designer gift waiting to be unwrapped.

And that’s exactly what he did. Pulling you straight out from dinner, into his Bugatti ‘La Voiture Noire’. Dress quickly pooling at your tiny Chanel heels while his face was buried deep inside your cunt.

“Playing with Eros is a dangerous game”, your father had told you. But did your father know how good it felt to play?

So here you are again, seated in a leather seat, being driven one of his men.

“Boss is very fond of you”, the blonde man driving you spoke, a shit eating grin spread across his face. “Yoon, shut up and drive.” Meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror, looking at him unamused. Jeonghan cocked his brow, playfully teasing you. Seungcheol had warned you about him.

“he’s a great deceiver, betrays everyone except me.” You recall Seungcheol’s words, “But he can be the biggest pain in the ass.” The same shit-eating grin now spread across your face as you looked outside the window.

The dark night was lit up by the city. There’s something so magical about seeing so many lights gathered. It’s the same as, when on a plane, looking down at the world and seeing big cities lit up. Each apartment light on being another person living their life. Each headlight another vehicle carrying around people.

The car came to a brusque stop, Yoon slamming on the break and laughing when you jolted forward. “You want Choi to hear from this?” Your voice was serious, making the man apologize quickly while practically begging to not say a word. Your turn to laugh now. You got out of the car, doing your best to step out of the stupidly low seat as elegantly as you could. Heels clacking on the pavement, making your way to the same places as before.

As you entered the door, staff rushed to greet you. 2 boys rushing out of the coat closet, taking your black wool and silk coat off your shoulders, holding it neatly before placing it on a hanger. Another woman making her way towards you, her in-ear giving her all the information she needed, greeting you professionally as she asked for your ID.

With a sigh, you unclutched your purse, whipping out your ID between your pointer- and middle finger. Expensive manicured nails grazing her palm slightly when dropping it in her hand.

“Mrs. Choi,” This fucking shithead. “Follow me to your table. Your company has already arrived.”

Her steps were quick, probably getting instructions to get you there as fast as she could.

Impatient man.

The curtains were drawn back for a split second, Seungcheol looking up from his phone. A smirk instantly spreading over his face seeing you. “My, my, mrs.Ch-“ “leave it.” “Damn, feisty are we?” he mocked you, standing up to pull your chair out for you.

The low humming of the contrabass paired together with the mellow violin, along with a bottle of Clos de Tart Grand Cru Monopole from 1999 setting the perfect mood. Even if you were almost sick of the same old truffle pasta, the wine was surely helping to lighten the mood. The red of the wine coating Seungcheol’s cherry lips in a dark shade of red, plumping them up just a little more.

Fuck, if you weren’t in a place with this much class, you’d have bent down on this table and have him eat you for dinner. Watching him eat his regular order of turbot with a side of caviar bored the fuck out of you. Waiting for him to finally get to the actual reason you get together bored the fuck out of you.

So why not make it fun?

You uncrossed your legs, ‘accidentally’ bumping into the man seated across from you.

If looks could kill..

His eyes shot up so quickly, placing his cutlery down and dragging his napkin across his mouth. “Did no one ever teach you patience?” he snarled, lifting one eyebrow to accentuate his seriousness. “I don’t know, did someone?” Placing your pointer finger against your chin, tapping it lightly as you slightly dragged your nail over your lip. “maybe you should teach me, sir.”

Seungcheol laughed. Laughing, and laughing and laughing like a fucking maniac.

“oh, you’re so fucking in for it.”

His hand snatched your wrist, dragging you up before pressing his body against yours, forcing you against the wall.

You felt him. You felt.. it.

Seungcheol’s lips dragged across yours, leaving you to whine desperately as you were denied even the slightest touch.

The beeping of the machine signaled his payment went through. 1’200 spend on another meal, spend on another pitiful meeting.

You didn’t need this meal, He didn’t need it. But he had some morals. Sure, killing people isn’t really one of them. Fucking a girl without treating her to a meal, however? Big red flag.

As soon as you set a foot outside a 1963 Ferrari 250 GTO pulled up. The slick black car with tinted windows nothing but a way to show off his wealth.

What a loser.

Stepping inside you were greeted with a pissed off glare, his velvet suit jacket already thrown in the back as his leather tie hung loosely around his neck. The disheveled strands of hair making his state even more obvious. But the most obvious sign? His rock hard dick pocking up inside of his cashmere pants.

White knuckles were clinging the steering wheel, tongue poking his cheek as he tried to focus on the road in front. Thoughts racing as he handed the car keys to the valet, strategically holding his suit jacket to cover his obvious boner. Mind foggy as he dragged you by the doorman, past the front desk, and straight into the elevator. Finally losing his composure as he unlocked the front door to his penthouse, shoving you against the wall.

“I want you on my fucking bed, only in your underwear and heels, kneeling and ready for me. Can you do that little girl? Or are you too fucking stupid to understand?”

You gulped heavily, nodding eagerly.

“Go.”

Words barely leaving his mouth before you were rushing towards the bedroom.

Sitting yourself down on the black satin sheets, praying you won’t stain the smooth fabric, feeling yourself grow wetter. His footsteps sounded through the house, heavy tapping grew further; and further; and further.

You sank down until your ass hit the sharp stiletto’s, straightening your back, hands placed neatly on your bare thighs.

From across the hall, you heard Seungcheol’s heavy footsteps return.

The tapping of his shoes growing closer; and closer; and closer. Eventually swinging open the door as his presence filled the room.

You swallowed hard, trying to sink the lump in your throat.

There he stood, blocking the doorway with his broad shoulders. Hands behind his back.

His face hung low, eyes slightly tilted up as he took you in. A smirk forming as he inspected you thoroughly. His tie was off, shirt barley being held shut by 3 of the last buttons. Groaning as he leaned his right shoulder against the door frame.

“My, my, did our princess finally learn how to behave?” His voice an octave lower, at least an octave… maybe more. You just nodded. “Speak, angel. I want to hear you.” “Yes.” “Yes who?” “Yes, Cheollie.” You grinned, using the last bit of brat in you to egg him on. A nod. That’s all Seungcheol gave you before ripping his belt off. With his tongue pocked on the inside of his lip he walked towards you, folding the belt into a loop, before standing at the edge of the bed.

“Wrong fucking answer, princess” Almost spitting out the last part of his sentence.

“Ass up.”

You did nothing.

“Ass. Up.”

Nothing.

“I don’t like repeating myself, angel.” The way he was accentuating your pet names only adding to the wetness pooling in your panties.

But still, you didn’t move.

Big mistake.

In the sense that Seungcheol took matters into his own hands.

His hand reached behind your back, roughly grabbing your neck, and forcing you face-first on the sheets. The other hand reaching under your waist, pretty much shoving you in a deep arch, before holding his belt against your ass. Rubbing it slightly against the soft skin before lifting it in the air, letting the material crash down with a harsh smack.

“That’s one, baby, now I need you to count the rest.” Breathing into your ear, nibbling on the lobe as he instructed you.

You nodded shakily, the arousal from earlier, paired with how he was bossing you around making you ready to obey his every word.

Two. Three. Four. Five.

The sounds of leather on skin, paired with your shaky counting sounded through the room.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Every new hit against the flesh of your ass leaving you shuddering. Needing Seungcheol to adjust your form again and again. “Baby, where’s ten?” He teased, knowing full well his ‘ten’ was cried out into the sheets.

Mascara was staining your cheek, red lipstick smeared over his bed as you buried your face into them time and time again. You’d been here before. Not being able to count the 10th spank from the sheer force he put behind the previous ones. Staining his sheets wasn’t new either. He made sure to leave a mess behind. As a reminder for you, himself, and the poor worker who had to clean up.

It took a couple more tries but you finally got through. 3 added rounds of losing count at 7, 5 and 8 before reaching 10 leaving your ass the deepest shades of red. But what other color would it turn after a solid 39 hits to the ass?

You felt the bed slightly shift, Seungcheol noticeably getting up and walking back to where he was before.

“You ready for more, brat?” His voice was unamused.

First you rile him up all through dinner; then you don’t even follow the easiest instructions?

He had no more mercy for you. Tonight was about all him.

Boosting his ego by edging you until you were begging. Boosting his ego by denying everything you pleaded him to do. Boosting his ego by making you cum over, and over, and over. Boosting his ego by fucking you until you were screaming his fucking name.

He returned with a box in hand, presumably the thing he was holding behind his back moments ago. And you knew just what box that was.

A slick red velvet case, filled with all your favorite toys.

From handcuffs, to dildos and vibrators, to collars and leashes, some nipple clamps, gags and other filthy stuff. Everything already used one time or the other.

This time, Seungcheol opted for a little black wand, 21 settings – 10 different speeds. Enough to make you go insane.

Powerful.

The best word to describe him. He had everything in his grasp, and everyone wrapped around his finger. But did it satisfy him? Of course not. More, that’s all he wanted. More money, More power, More insight, More you. Or more orgasms from you - whichever is easier to achieve.

“You remember your safe word?” Voice dropping slightly, going back to normal for an instance. These kind of moments were rather rare with him. He may act like this big scary gang leader, but it’s obvious somewhere deep down, he’s a big softie.

“Yes sir.” - “Good.”

Tender moments with Seungcheol don’t last long. With your consent barely confirmed, his body towered over yours as he wrapped his tie around your eyes. The slightly sticky fabric hanging over your eyes. Warm hints of blackberry filling your nose as his cologne stayed wrapped in the leather tie.

With your vision eliminated, everything depended on your other senses.

Seungcheol seemed to stand up. The sound of clothes and paper rustling filling the room. Now that your vision was reduced to black or sticky black, the scent of his familiar cologne entranced you even more. And to add the taste of expensive wine mixed with his lips lingering on your tongue, a dangerously intoxicating cocktail was created. You recognized the sound of his footsteps coming closer. The weight on the bed shifted, catching you of guard, Seungcheol’s presence felt like it was eating you up.

“Open up.” He instructed, his hand landing on your thigh, tapping it with 2 of his fingers.

And at this point, your body couldn’t help but obey. Quickly spreading your legs open, showing him the wet patch in your panties.

Oh, how glad he was your vision was gone, barely able to contain himself at the sight of it.

“Pathetic.” Seungcheol whispered, lips pressed against your ear, before a soft humming filled the room.

Even on the lowest setting your body jolted from the unexpected contact, the little toy being dragged up and down your folds by Seungcheol’s other hand. His movements halting right above your clit, the vibrations almost hitting you right where you needed them.

But wouldn’t that just be too easy?

“Sir…” You sighed, noises muffled by the back of your own hand, which he quickly forced besides your body. “Yes, darling? Speak up”. The smirk spread over his face too obvious, even if you can’t see. “please.” – “Please what, puppy? Already too stupid to speak properly?” Fuck, his words made you weak. All you ended up doing was nodding meekly, agreeing to every humiliating sentence that left his mouth. His dark chuckle filled the room, not-so-silently making it obvious how much he loved you like this.

You were a mess, his mess, as his hand lowered the device just enough for it to hover over your clit. Catching only the slightest bit of vibrations made you insane.

“M-more”, voice only growing higher in pitch, hips bucking up for just some friction. It being met with another slap to your thigh.

“Behave.”

Seungcheol was enjoying this.

He made no point of not making it obvious.

Honestly, all he wanted to do is push the toy right on you, turning it up to the highest setting, to watch you shiver and shake. But why would he do that when you looked so pretty like this? Piteous whines leaving your mouth, nipples hard and poking through your lace bra, wet patch growing by the second.

With a click of the 3rd button, the wand stopped all movements as you cried from the loss of contact. He knew just how to rile you up, make you get so close and rip it away from you. How to make you lose your mind.

But, he also knew how to be a pain in the ass.

“What the fuck?!” Cursing under your breath as you finally gathered yourself. If you were able to see right now, and if looks could kill, Seungcheol would be a dead man.

“Princess…” you felt his body move, placing his legs on either side of your body as he hovered over yours. “It’s not polite to use those words.” Tsk-ing at the way you were speaking at him.

“Oh boo-hoo, Cheol,” you replied sarcastically, so done with whatever game he was playing, “what the f-FUCK.”

Your words weren’t even cold when both his hands grabbed at your underwear, tearing the thin fabric straight in two. Immediately pushing the toy back on your bare clit, turning it on the highest setting as his finger finally entered you. “say that again, baby. I don’t think I caught it the first time.” His deep voice ending the sentence in a growl right next to your ear.

“’m sorry, s-so sorry, won’t do i-it a-ah-again.” Words rolling over your tongue repetitively, regretting everything you’d done up until now.

You knew he loved to give. He loved to make you scream his name for everyone to hear. He loved marking you up for everyone to see. He loved to fill you up, just to keep you ‘nice and warm’. Even if that giving was after hours of endless teasing and edging.

“f-fuck Cheol, fuck fuck fuck fuck..” You whimpered over and over, a sensation hitting your body which you’d never experienced before. Seungcheol responding by slamming his belt against your thigh, leaving you screaming as the feeling grew more intense. “Thought you weren’t going to do it again, princess...” - “Fuck, fuck, sorry sir, sorry sir, too good.. too fucking good. Sir, sir please I’m fuck I-”

Mind unable to finish your sentence as wetness dripped from your soaking cunt. Your brain felt foggy, like you were on cloud 9000, as your body shook against the vibrator. Seungcheol lowered the speed slowly, letting you come down from your high. Only after a few minutes both of you realizing what the fuck just happened. Wetness was spread all over your pussy, running over your thighs and dripping over his fingers onto the sheets.

You squirted. You fucking squirted. You fucking squirted all over yourself, him, his sheets, and the sheets.

“Sir, sir, I am so sorry I really am I didn’t mean to-”– “didn’t mean to what? Feel this good? Almost feels like you’re insulting me.” Making both of you chuckle, before you felt his hand make contact with your head, cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss.

“You did well, darling.” He praised, your cheeks flushing slightly as you tilted your head down. “Look up for me?”, hand now running to your chin as he tilted it up again. “Can we keep going? Or do I need to call Hong to grab me some new sheets.”

“Oh, we can continue.” A hint of teasing sounded from you, as Seungcheol just laughed while shaking his head. “Fine, but I need you to see what I just saw if you do… that again.” His hands wrapped around the leather fabric covering your eyes, tugging it off before instructing you to ‘slowly open them’.

The room wasn’t bright. Two flickering candles stood on each nightstand. Surrounding you with a warm, golden, light. He’d never admit it, but you were probably the only person he knew who looked good in all lighting. Even the models, the superstars, the top of the top, couldn’t compare to you.

You were his. Or, that’s what he hoped.

As soon as your eyes stopped squinting, he took it as his sign to continue.

Slowly crawling over your body as his lips met yours, the taste of red wine still coating his tongue. While he made sure to keep his dominance in your mouth, your hands made their way down his body. Fingertips dragging down his chest, sharp nails lightly scratching his abs, letting them rest on the few buttons that were still buttoned. Feeling your hand right above his dick made him smirk into the kiss. The corners of his mouth curling up against you, while he started making his way down your neck. He was marking you, again… As if your ass being different shades of blue and purple wasn’t already enough.

“Seungcheol I swear-” Your sentence got cut off by a harsh bite at your collarbone, “Who?” – “for fucks’ sake, sir, you’re making me go insane.” Purposely rolling the R in his favorite nickname. “Good.”, he growled into your neck, taking some of the skin between his lips and sucking cruelly. “Tell me, darling, what else can I do to make you lose it?” – “Fucking me would be a good start.”

“My pleasure.”

His hands wrapped around your heels, yanking you right against his bulge. Even the most expensive fabric can’t cover how hard he was.

He sat himself down on his heels, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants. All the while he was staring you up and down. The hunger in his eyes barely hidden, tongue darting over his own lips as he licked them. Even after dinner, you were the most delicious thing to him. His head fell back, palming himself a little before tugging the zipper down and sliding out of his pants.

You held in a chuckle, even down to his underwear he was covered in designer. “Who the fuck needs Givenchy undies?” The snarky comment snapping his head back to you. “You know you love it.” – “oh yea, I loooove it.” Rolling your eyes before yelping as he rubbed against you. “Wanna get fucked or not?” – “Yes sir.” – “Then shut the fuck up and be a good girl.”

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“Tell me baby,” he groaned, moaning as your wet sounds became louder by the second. “Who is it that’s fucking you this good?” – “y-you sir, you. Only you.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around his cock, the sudden tightening of your walls making him go feral.

“And who’s cock is it, baby, that’s fucking you this good?” Hips rutting into you. “Yours, sir. Fuck, yours!” The change in pace leaving you screaming.

His hands wrapped under your butt, pulling you up to hit you even deeper than he was before, unable to keep quiet. “You like this? Looking into my fucking eyes as I hit that sweet spot of yours?” – “yes, sir, yes! Fuck! It’s almost like your dick is made for me.” Your hips subconsciously started meeting his, lifting them with each stroke.

“Fuck, baby, fuck yes.” Seungcheol moaned loudly. “Let me help you, you naughty fucking slut, let me help you push your knees up against your chest. Let me fuck you deeper, hit all your favorite spots.”

He’s rambling.

And he knows. And even if he sounds just as pathetic as you did just minutes ago. He doesn’t fucking care. It’s not like anyone would tell him if they heard anything.

His thrusts got sloppier by the second, thighs and dick twitching as he got closer and closer. What was once a stable pace with deep thrusts had now turned to fucking you as fast as his body allowed, hips snapping as he pounded into you.

Not even caring how it left you screaming his name at the top of your lungs. Let everyone hear it, for all he cares it only made it more obvious who was railing you this good. His eyebrows knitted together, focusing on not cumming just yet.

Even if all he wanted was to paint your walls white today, he was responsible enough to not do it if he wasn’t aware of your cycle.

Because, although he loved you, he should probably confess that first before putting a baby in you.

“Shit, fuck, baby hold on..” he panted, letting his dick slide out of you, meeting his sentence with a whine. “Need to fucking come in your mouth, love.” The new nickname making you tilt your head down, not wanting to feed his ego by showing how it affected you.

Your hands landed on his pecks, pushing him up slightly.

He was kneeling on the bed, posture tall as his cock leaked pre-cum all over himself. Looking down at you fondly when you slid onto your own knees, feet hitting the bedframe as you arched your back. Ass in the air, lips almost right where he needed them.

Perfect.

The moments your tongue touched his cock, he knew he was done for.

Feeling your soft licks covering his head and shaft made him want to go feral. All he wanted, was to grab your head. All he wanted, was to fuck your mouth All he wanted, was for you to swallow all of him And what Seungcheol wants, Seungcheol gets.

Without warning his fingers tangled themselves through your hair. Tugging at the roots as he got a good grip, before forcing your head further down his cock. His hard-on sliding deeper and deer into your throat with each thrust. Completely losing himself as he let himself go.

His speed was relentless, making you gag around him as he got himself closer and closer to the edge. “Shut up, I know you fucking like this. Don’t you want to be a good slut? Huh? Take me as far as your little throat will allow?” His voice sounded hoarse, orgasm creeping up on him by the minute. It eventually crashing over him and spilling his load down your throat. Loud groans of your name, ‘fuck’, ‘shit’, ‘babe’ and ‘good girl’ filling the room.

He was left panting, knees bucking lightly as he tried to catch his breath. His hands still having a death-grip on your hair as he looked down, meeting your face as you opened up your mouth.

What a fucking sight.

Your chin covered in your own drool, as you proudly stuck out your tongue, showing him how you swallowed it all. The corners of your mouth pointing up a little as you smiled so sweetly at him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…” He chuckled, still breathing heavily, “I got a little carried away…” – ‘You’re fine, Cheol, it was pretty hot.” Your words making him break out in a laugh as you shrugged.

“Let me help you, okay?” Seungcheol spoke as he smiled at you fondly. Even if he’d just completely ruined you, your make-up, your mouth and pussy, he was more than willing to make it up to you.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Just like he always instructed.

Count 10, the body next to you leaving your side, coming back in the room not long after. Count 9, a glass of water makes a soft clinking noise as it lands on the bedside table. Count 8, your body jolting slightly as Seungcheol wiped you clean. Count 7, a cotton pad with make-up remover wipes over your face. Count 6, soft fingers brush up and down the marks he left, vanilla scented lotion is being massaged into your skin. Count 5, his voice gently asking if you wanted to watch a movie. Count 4, a pack of cookies is being opened. Even for an expensive man like him, his favorites were still found in the convenience store right downstairs. Count 3, when the lotion had set, his lips softly kissed all over the rough spots. Count 2, he kisses your forehead. Count 1, his warm hands are tugging one of his shirts over your head and down your body.

“I swear Cheol, do you have anything that’s not a designer brand?” You laughed, cuddling up in between his torso and arm. Looking at one of his many oversized Supreme shirts.

“I do, but that’s only for the girls who I fuck and don’t deserve special treatment.” Smiling fondly at your reaction, said reaction being to smack him full force with one of his many pillows.

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