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farfromsugafanfic · 2 years
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husband!stray kids reaction to you two arguing and in a spur of the moment you say you want a divorce? like would they be hurt or just brush it off?? thank you!!❤️💖
Husband SKZ Reaction To You Saying You Want A Divorce During An Argument
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Genre: husband!skz, angst
Warnings: arguments, yelling, mentions of divorce
A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you like it. :) Sorry my requests are taking so long, but I try to do them between regular uploads and as I feel inspired. As always, I’m accepting SKZ reaction/MTL requests. Send me an ask.
Chan:
You and Chan rarely fought, but when you did it was almost always about him spending too much working and/or him not taking care of himself. He argued that 1). You knew what you were getting into when you married him 2). His work was important and he loved it almost as much as you. You, of course, understood, but found it difficult when he was constantly staying at the studio all night and canceling date nights.
When you finally said you wanted a divorce, he would freeze. His thoughts would be blocking his words like a flash flood. While it had been a fairly civil argument, he would bring the tone down even more.
“Baby, let’s talk about this, okay?” He was fairly certain you didn’t really want a divorce and if you did, he wanted to try and prove that he could be the husband you wanted and needed.
Minho:
You and Minho enjoyed bickering, but almost never had true arguments. However, after weeks of exhaustion and overwork for both of you, multiple small things built up and led to a fight. In the heat of the moment, you'd mention wanting a divorce under your breath.
Minho would quiet and just stare at you. He was trying to discern whether or not you actually meant it, especially since the fight was ultimately over unwashed dishes. He'd hug you once it is obvious you didn't truly mean it.
"You can't get rid of me that easily, babe."
Changbin:
You and Changbin did occasionally fight. It wasn't normally serious and ended quickly, but it happened often enough that when you said you wanted a divorce during one of them, he wondered if it was true. In his mind, you probably would be better off without him.
The two of you decided to take some time away from each other and eventually talk it over. You hadn't really meant it and had just said it due to emotions and wanting to hurt him. Still, Changbin was determined for you to never have to feel that way again.
"Let's forget about it," he said. "But, I'll make sure you never feel that way again."
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin has one of two reactions:
1). Sarcastic and dismissive
If Hyunjin is feeling particularly dramatic slighted, he will certainly not take your words seriously. If you say you want a divorce, he'll simply narrow your eyes and may even make a few mocking remarks. While the two of you do not fight like this often, when you do, both of you tend to be particularly cruel.
2). Apologetic
This is in the case where he knows he is in the wrong, or if the fight is over something objectively inconsequential. Hyunjin will nearly immediately apologize and cuddle you.
Jisung:
As soon as the words come out of your mouth cue the puppy eyes and chipmunk cheeks. Jisung--while he can be argumentative, especially when an argument breaks out naturally--ultimately wants to please and be enough for you.
It would immediately change his mood. However, even if he wants to pull you into his arms and tell you he's sorry, he needs time. Jisung needs to decompress and calm down before he can properly come back and talk. He'll worry endlessly that you meant it until you assure him that you'd just spit it out because you were frustrated.
Felix:
Out of all the members, it is least likely that an argument will even get to the point that you say you want a divorce. Depending on the context, I think Felix will either burst into tears right then and there, or remain stoic until he can be alone.
If the relationship isn't working, Felix will seriously consider your words and talk to you about it after clearing his head. If not, he'll know you didn't mean it without you even needing to say it.
Seungmin:
At first, he's quiet. It may come off as dismissive or cold, but after a few hours, he approaches you again and asks if you were serious. Seungmin knows you better than anyone and rarely ever doubted your intentions. So, when you tell him you didn't mean it, he's relieved.
Over the next few weeks, you may notice him paying more attention to you. Small touches on the small of your back, bringing home your favorite takeout from practice, and sending you cute filter selfies when the two of you are away from each other. It's both his way of apologizing and doing better.
Jeongin:
His first reaction is to laugh. Partially because he doesn't believe you and partially because he's scared that you are serious. When you stay silent after, his face will fall and he will ask if you're serious before approaching you gently and carefully. He'll hold you until the two of you feel more apt to talk about it.
The experience will scare him though. Luckily, you're well aware of his sometimes awkward reactions to things, or his subtle tsundere tendencies. You're able to talk it out and clear the air completely.
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babygirldilf · 8 months
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divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.
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christronomy · 8 months
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chris absolutely loves when you kiss his cock before taking him in your mouth, especially when you start at the base and slowly work your way up. the soft pressure of your lips against him makes him so incredibly hard so fast that he feels like he might cum just from that alone. if you fondle his balls while slowly licking a long stripe from base to his leaky tip, he swears he sees stars, especially if you kiss it after. also loves when you take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up his precum to tease him, then pull off to kiss his thighs and lower abdomen while stroking him gently. like imagine the pretty faces and sounds he'd make, the way he'd probably toss his head back, chuckling and hissing softly, shivering cause of how good it feels. his eyes roll back so hard when he feels you moan against his cock too. definitely the type to take fistfuls of your hair and thrust up into your mouth a little bit, cause that makes him antsy since it feels so good. when he cums it's such a sight, should be recorded and put in a fuckin' museum, cause he just looks and sounds too good. definitely a back archer and let's out the loudest, prettiest moans and sighs. he'd just be sooo fuckin' vocal. uses his words too cause he can't go without telling you how good you're being for him. "that's it, baby, your pretty lips feel so good 'round my cock. just like that." "gonna cum in that cute lil mouth of yours. you want it, pretty baby?" "god, you're so good at getting me all worked up, know how to tease me just right. should reward you for that later, hmm?"
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kaciidubs · 6 months
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Binnie's Baby Bun
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❣ Summary: Ever since you announced your pregnancy to your husband, his loving treatment skyrocketed to lengths you never believed were possible. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 797 ❣ Warnings: Husband! Changbin, Pregnant! Reader, pregnancy [early stages], fluff, light implied smut, baby bumps, overall cuteness ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Changbin is referred to as Hubby, Bin, and Binnie, Reader is referred to as Bun, and Bunny ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist
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Ever since you announced your pregnancy to your husband, his loving treatment skyrocketed to lengths you never believed were possible.
Changbin was a lover, he was a supporter, he was a protector, but he was also the softest, kindest, and most careful man you had ever met, and those were just a few of the traits that convinced you that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
The days after you revealed your pregnancy, he treated you like you were a goddess walking among men; you would’ve thought he was your living servant the way he offered to do everything - and I mean everything - for you.
Not like he didn’t do it already, that is.
The first handful of weeks were met with extra kisses here and there, extra check-ins so he could have a clearer gauge on your comfort, and small things like extra snacks finding their way into your pantry.
But, when your stomach slowly began to grow and the first hints of your baby bump began to show, Binnie mode was in full swing.
Almost every morning you were guaranteed a kiss on the lips, cheek, or forehead, and an extra kiss to the small swell of your belly, paired with a whispered “Good morning, baby.”
Whenever you were together he would always, always, manage to keep a hand on your stomach - if you allowed him, of course - and if he couldn’t keep you close by, he’d always make sure to take a quick ‘baby bump break’ to saddle up beside you and rest the palm of his hand over your belly button.
“Bin, if you’re like this when I’m barely showing, I can only imagine how you’ll be when I'm in full watermelon mode.”
You sat partially sprawled out on the couch of his recording studio, the pillow you were previously laying on now replaced with Changbin’s lap, and his arm reaching down your body to rest his hand over the top of your stomach.
He laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, “That’s why you have to get used to how I am now, Bun! I know baby bun will.”
“Baby bun?” You hummed, tilting your head to get a better look at him, “So you’re hoping for a girl?”
He shook his head, “Baby bun is just baby bun - girl, boy, I don’t care, as long as they’re healthy and you’re healthy that’s all that matters to me.”
Fresh tears stung at your eyes and you had to fight to push them away, blaming the increased hormones in your body for your sudden sensitivity to his sentiments.
“Alright, break time’s over!” Announcing his leave with his usual loud voice, he helped you get comfortable again before bending down to your eye-level, “Another hour or two and I’ll be done, then we can go get some dinner, deal?”
Smiling, you nodded happily, “Baby bun and I think that’s a great deal.”
Furthermore, in the midst of all of his soft, adoring moments, there were also moments of warm, tender love that had you overwhelmed in the best of ways.
Moments where he would watch you do your nightly routine; silently observing the way his shirt would ride up with each of your movements, revealing a sliver of the bump he would never get enough of, urging him to stand behind you and snake his arms around your waist.
You smiled tiredly at his reflection in the mirror, rubbing the remaining moisturizer onto your cheeks, “Hi, hubby.”
“Hi, bunny,” he replied in kind, pressing a soft kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.
Melting into his touch with a gentle sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access, your hands going to encompass his own resting yet again over your bump. “Binnie… What are you up to?”
His arms held you a bit tighter, his lips making a path up your neck and brushing against a spot he knew all too well, “Just appreciating you…”
“Hm, yeah, I can tell.” You shifted your hips, fully aware of the bulge filling his boxer briefs, “You appreciate me that much, yeah?”
Nipping at your skin, his eyes met yours in the mirror, his heard gaze sending a chill of excitement down your spine.
“Can I appreciate you more?”
“Right now?” You mused, lacing your fingers through his, “Right here?”
A low hum vibrated through him as he took you in, the scenario so familiar yet so, so different in numerous ways; you were no longer his girlfriend, no longer his fiancee, no longer just his wife, but his wife and soon-to-be mother of his child.
“Right now,” he confirmed, firm and sure, loving and supportive, soft and kind, “right here.”
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chanrizard · 5 months
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AAAs 2023 ⁘ GET LIT Lee Know .
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chrisbangs · 1 year
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Bang Chan .:. 5-Star MiFan Meet MCountdown [230608]
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stayfortwominutes · 9 months
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📝the proof is in the pudding | lee know
disclaimers; written from third person perspective, petnames, food, mentions of an absent parent. no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.
pairing; lee know x female reader ft. their daughter.
synopsis; minho will always show you that love is not earnt, it is simply given.
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content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, slice of life | word count; 1.7 k
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“no m-mowe.” the shrill cry that escaped from the little girl alarmed minho as he rushed into the kitchen to find the source of distress.
“no more?” minho repeats. the child turned to face him, her hand slid down the frame of the refrigerator; petite figure illuminated by the light that cast her disappointed silhouette onto the tiled floor below. she met his eyes with her bottom lip pouted and quivering.
"awe, princess." minho lovingly cooed as he attempted to soothe his daughter, minhee. her chubby cheeks were puffed out, crystal droplets threatened to overflow from her glassy eyes. her father shuffled over with his arms outstretched as he leaned down to scoop the child up. 
with minhee perched on his left forearm against his hip, minho strutted out to the living room where y/n lay dumbfounded on the couch.
"d-daddy, i want pp-udding," minhee muttered hoarsely, spluttering a little as she choked back her sobs. 
the dazed woman slowly sat upright as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. only moments ago, she was drifting off, contently resting on minho's shoulder as he enveloped her with a warm arm; before he abruptly dashed off the couch to tend to their child. with his eyebrows furrowed and a sulking minhee in his arms, minho bounced gently from side-to-side on the spot.
“bunny, how about we go out for a stroll to collect some puddings?” the soft tone laced in honey expressed from minho was not unusual after he became a father, in fact, the softer sides of him were on display more often, but exclusively for his sweethearts.
“mummy, pudding pweeeease?” minhee further pleaded while flailing her tiny, determined fists in the air; the loose vowels amplifying her loveable manner.
y/n chuckled to herself, raking her fingers through her unruly, dishevelled locks. the clock on the wall read eight forty-five, and the family had no plans other than settling in for a peaceful saturday evening.
“how can i say no to both my babies?” minhee and minho exchanged glances, their eyes twinkling at the prospect of the delicious treat. y/n made her way over to the pair, pinching her daughter’s cheeks lightly as a hushed joyous squeal emitted from minhee, before reaching up and pecking her husband’s nose. “we’ll have to hurry, only fifteen minutes before the shop closes!” 
a few brief minutes later and the family of three were ambling their merry way to the nearest convenience store in hopes of retrieving their prized puddings. y/n and minho stood on either side of minhee, the trio forming a chain as they interlinked their hands together. the light breeze that picked up was a pleasant relief from the awful humidity of the summer night.
“daddy and i will have vanilla pudding, mummy what one do you want?” the small girl piped up, her cheerful voice carrying through the empty street. “hmm, what flavour do you recommend?” y/n replied, smiling down at minhee, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. “maybe you can try a different one and we can all share?” minho cheekily chimed in.
“your dad is telling me to get something different so you can enjoy mine and still eat yours too.” dropping her daughter’s hand, y/n stood still to cross her arms over her chest. 
minho and minhee stopped in their tracks, and gazed at each other, “see i told you, she would figure it out. quick let’s go before she can stop us!” he swiftly lifted his daughter onto his back and jogged down the road, harmonious giggles erupted from the mischievous duo. y/n sighed, the sides of her mouth naturally upturned in response to their innocent antics. noticing she was a distance behind, up ahead minho had turned around, nodding to usher her along.
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with their puddings in hand, the family were set to return home, but minhee in her phase of intense curiosity, insisted they visit the nearby playground. y/n and minho could not resist their bundle of joy, and happily obliged.
“promise we will eat our puddings first, then ten minutes on the swing, alright?” y/n bargained. the family of three sat on a bench, all humming in enjoyment as they stomached their sweet puddings.
“it’s the last bite, open. ah,” minho demonstrated, his bunny teeth making an appearance, as he held the petite plastic spoon before minhee’s lips. the little girl mimicked his actions, her front teeth adorably similar to her father’s. 
y/n sat to the side, admiring the exchange between her husband and child. a warmth tickling the bottom of her heart. lost in her thoughts, minho’s pudding spoon dug into his wife’s cup. y/n glared playfully at her husband, her failed attempt to swat his hand away cost her pudding. “ooh, caramel!” he teased, poking his tongue out as he finished the small portion she had left over.
feeling kittenish, y/n wrapped her arms around her daughter, who was sat between the couple. “mimi,” y/n began whining, “daddy is mean, he took my pudding~” minhee shifted in her place, a tiny hand patting against her mother’s hip in consolation. “bad daddy, mummy is sad. you should give her a kiss to make it better!” hues of red painted y/n’s cheeks as the tips of minho’s ears grew hot. 
sheepishly leaning over, her hand deftly obscuring the child’s eyes as she pressed a peck to her husband’s lips, brazenly grazing his bottom lip with her tongue. pulling away and adjusting herself to relax back into the bench, y/n chuckles, “hmm, you’re right, the caramel is good. i'm all better now.” 
minho was greatly flustered, a little frazzled from his wife’s bold display of affection in front of their child. he quickly shot up from his seat, hand extended to minhee, “sh-shall we get to the swings, princess?” 
y/n watches as her husband and daughter skip together hand-in-hand to the swing set. her gaze wistful as she observes the pair, the sound of their mirthful laughter dances with the wind that disturbs the thick trees. the rustling of their leaves almost drowns out the wailing of the crickets. perhaps it was the faint tinge of petrichor that lingered in the evening air that ignite the tainted memories she had long believed were buried deep in the forsaken trenches of her mind. 
in front of her, minho earnestly basked in the moment, blissfully engaging with his daughter. a permanent smile etched onto their faces as the apples of their cheeks bloomed under the glow of the array of streetlamps littering the surrounding park area. y/n leaned forward, resting her elbow on her thigh whilst she placed her chin against her palm. the sight before her eyes fills her with a lonesome sense of longing, yet at the same time the contradicting feeling of solace.
as a child she lacked an adequate father figure, and for so long she was lost in her own sense of misdirection, untrusting of men and fearful of commitment. when minho entered her life, she was apprehensive, conflicted as to whether he could accept the myriad of flaws that decorated her person.
a light scoff instinctively fell from her lips, that thought banished from her mind as she stared down at the diamond ring on her left-hand finger. she could not deny his honest, blithe soul was bewitching.
minho sweeps his little girl off of her feet to rest her head against his shoulder, then turns to rejoin his wife at the bench. he instantaneously recognises the vacant look in his wife’s eyes, her absent gaze directed to her hand, and he makes a mental note to hold her in his arms extra tight when they get into bed.
“let’s go now, our princess is falling asleep.” he muses as his chin juts to point at the koala clinging to his upper torso. y/n stands, slipping her hand into minho’s.
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minho places a faint peck on his daughter’s forehead, cautious to stir her in her dozing state. “goodnight, bub.” he whispered affectionately, then softly closed the door to tiptoe back to the couple’s bedroom.
the moonlight spills in through the sheer curtains to dimly light the room where the pair lay together. minho engulfs her in a warm embrace, their limbs entangled under the covers. 
“thank you for being apart of my life. thank you for giving me something to look forward to in life, pumpkin.” y/n breathes out shakily, snuggling herself further into minho’s chest. he has an inkling as to what spurs his wife’s sudden heartfelt confession.
with her eyes still closed, y/n’s mind continues to ruminate, continuing down the spiral of her earlier train of thought. her hands encircling minho’s waist bundle tightly into his shirt. the tense hold on his clothes has him slightly shrinking away, as he takes a hold of his wife’s chin to bring her eye’s level with his. “bun, is something bothering you?” 
y/n doesn’t reply, her fragmented mind unable to form a coherent sentence. exhaling with all her might, she begins with her eyes still tightly shut, “no, it’s nothing like that. it-it’s just… seeing you treat our minhee so well, i feel so grateful. you’re a father to her in the ways i needed a father most.” 
the hum of the air conditioning fills the room. y/n tentatively opens her eyes, thinking her words were foolish.
“i am treating her with the love she deserves, and that’s the same love you deserve, bunny. pure and unconditional.” minho reaches to tenderly tuck a loose strand of hair behind y/n’s ear. he inches closer to press a loving kiss to his wife’s lips, filled with both reassurance and passion.
when they separate, he feels a droplet catch on his unclothed bicep. he fondly caresses y/n’s cheek, wiping stray tears that stagger down the side of her face. placing his forehead against her’s, minho gently shushes her, patting her back to calm the outpour of raw emotion that overcomes her. his wife relishes in his comforting touch, his affections effortlessly melt all her anxiety and tension into nothingness.
minho was the only man who didn't take pieces of her heart, to leave her a shell of the person she used to be. he only gave her more things about herself, and the world to love.
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note; i was overwhelmed and am so grateful for all the support i received in the polling to choose this fic, and for the attention my other writing pieces have received. i am little worried this kind of plot and more serious writing may disappoint a few. but, thank you to everyone who gave me a small corner of the internet where i belong. i appreciate any reblogs and constructive criticisms you may have of my work 💖 © stayfortwominutes ; august 20, 2023.
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straykidsmoonlight · 1 year
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SKZ React- Them trying your weird pregnancy cravings
A/n: hey guys I’m sorry for my inactivity. It’s my birthday!! And I’m feeling benevolent, so enjoy this and I’ll get back to reqs soon💛
Bang chan:
Watches in disbelief as you ram ice cream with vinegar down your throat
When you question “are you judging me?!!” He profusely shakes his head and claims he was watching you because you look “so sexy”
Literally dying with laughter behind your back
Lee know:
You had to beg him to make you toast with cucumbers on when you couldn’t be bothered to get off the sofa
He grimaces, but goes to the kitchen, making you your gross food
Passes you the plate, patting you on your head before sitting down next to you and trying not to retch as you are
Changbin:
Your hormones force you to sob hysterically when your boyfriend calls your chillis with grapes snack gross
His face crumples up as he quickly tries to reason with you, clutching you to his chest
Even tries the food to show you his encouragement, taking the smallest bite possible
Hyunjin:
Sits and side eyes you as you eat your food, his face with a look of disgust
He just tries to focus on your adorable bump, when you sneak up on him, making him try some of your olives with cheesecake
Dramatically tries to escape, before you pull him into a hug, and he cannot resist the cuddles. You stay cuddled on the sofa for the next hour
Han Jisung:
Pokes your cheeks as you eat your snack
“Hannie do you think I’m gross?” You question. He immediately responds with “oh no no my baby your so cute” while he lovingly strokes your bump
Silently absolutely disgusted at your apples with pickle juice snack, but he just loves you so much
Felix:
Most supportive husband in ever, and bakes you all the gross snacks you desire
Even makes his brownies with peas in to satisfy you
Will baby you so much, even spoon feeding you the brownies
Seungmo:
Literally will not sit near you. This mf will sit on the other side of the room.
Definitely the kind of guy to put a love heart on his phone and hold it up as you eat
Wants you to know he loves you so much, but like, from a distance
Innie:
Is so curious, and wants to try all your weird cravings, and you’ve had alot after having five kids
Will literally watch with starry eyes as you eat your food, wanting to try each time
“That one’s actually quite good” he says, as you eat you popcorn with feta, while cuddled up on his lap one rainy afternoon.
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yonglixx · 6 months
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231110🖤 
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arcanesea · 6 months
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Slow morning | bang chan x reader | 615 w.
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When you hear birds chirping and bright lights penetrating your eyes, you stir in your sleep, a little uneasy. You try to regain your consciousness quickly when you feel an empty space next to you. That is when you realize that you slept throughout the whole night. Something that doesn’t happen much for the last 4 months. You slowly slip out of the bed, tying your hair in a ponytail.
Your feet take you to the connected room, the door slightly ajar. When you peek inside, you find out the reason for your undisturbed sleep last night. Watching as Chris sleeps on the armchair next to the crib. One of his hands stretched out inside the crib, your daughter faintly trying to reach it with her small hands. Padding across the carpeted floor, you take a moment to bask in the scenery. Your eyes caught a glimpse of your husband’s phone on top of the changing table. Quietly picking it up, you snap a picture of the moment when your baby responds with a soft giggle. You send the picture to yourself before placing the phone back down and picking up your daughter.
You take a look at your daughter, judging if she needs a change of diaper before you prepare breakfast. But it seems like she’s already in a good mood. You took two slices of bread and put it on the toaster. While waiting, you took out a cup from the cabinet and poured yourself milk.
“Did you have a good night's sleep baby?” you ask your daughter with a small voice. She responds with a grabbing motion to your face, smiling. You took a sip from your cup, feeling a little bit better than usual.
“Good morning,” you heard a sleepy voice from behind you, followed by a pair of strong arms circling your stomach. Chris sinks his head in your nape, giving it feather kisses. “Sleep okay?”
“Good morning, baby,” you respond, tilting your head to meet his. “I had the best sleep.”
“Good, good, you look so tired,” he said again, not letting you go even as you tried to move. You only laugh in response. Tired is the default look for newborn parents, that’s for sure. But he’s sensible enough to take a month off after you give birth. When you feel like you’ve got the pace of being a mom, you assure him that it’s okay if he wants to come back to the studio. It took the both of you a week to settle on that, and he never stays too far away from his phone, in case you need him right away. He also took a drastic change in his working hours, coming home early to help you take care of the house, and trying not to leave too early in the morning just to bid goodbye to your daughter.
“Coffee?” you offer him.
“Yes, please,” he answers, finally letting you move freely. “Let me take her,” he said again, reaching for the baby. You turn to position the baby comfortably before returning to the pantry. He took a seat at the dining table, starting his baby talk that never makes you not smile, asking your daughter all kinds of questions.
You set down his coffee cup along with a sandwich you quickly assemble on the table. With that, you murmur a soft “thank you,” leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips.
“What for?” he asks, putting on a confused face.
“For making me the luckiest woman in the world,” you respond with a smile.
“Baby,” he said, taking his chance to lean in and return your kiss, “You’re not the only lucky one.”
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a/n. it's 3 am and I'm thinking abt chan as a dad. very normal i guess? every time i remember those 2 episodes of him on the return of superman, my heart seriously gets warm... he'd be the best dad out there🥹🥹
divider from @cafekitsune (thank you<3 will be using them for future posts too.)
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sapphiclinos-moved · 8 months
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the amount of sexy loserness that jisung exudes in skz family is astounding
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stayandot8 · 3 months
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Heart and Seoul
Genre: tooth-aching fluff
Relationship type: married nonidol!Chan x fem reader
Important Contents: thank you the request friend :) I immediately got an idea when you sent this to me and I'm sorry it took so long to write. I hope you like it.
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WC: 1.8k
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Hubby: Guess what I got???
A picture arrived a second later of three plane tickets, all with the same destination: Seoul, South Korea. A flash of shock hit me and my fingers worked faster than my brain could process. 
“Isn’t it awesome?! My parents helped pay for them so don’t worry, I didn’t spend too much money. Well, not yet anyways. I’m going to buy a snow suit for Celeste because she’s never seen snow before and she’ll want to play in it because if she’s anything like me but that’s beside the point!” Chris was so excited and when he was excited, he rambled about everything and anything. A change that occurred after he became a dad, but a welcome one at that. Getting him to share his feelings wasn’t too too hard when I came along, but ever since his daughter was born, he was a babbling mess. A good change, really. After five years, he’d really mellowed out with her safety. She had too many clothes to begin with with the overexcitement of her arrival from her uncles, but now she was down to only a few new outfits a week, and now he at least acted like he was thinking about it when he changed his mind from a ‘no’ to a ‘yes’. He couldn’t deny his little girl anything. 
“Chris, she has snow clothes. Her grandmother bought some for her the last time we went to Korea in the winter just in case it snowed, which she’s still upset about.”
“I know, the weather app is stupid, they never know anything.”
“Chris! She has enough clothes! We’re going to have to give her our master closet if you keep buying her more things!” He was quiet to this, like he was actually thinking about the logistics of it. “Babe, she’s not getting our closet.”
“I know!”
“You were thinking about it though.”
“...Maybe. Then I was thinking about everything else I could buy her with all that room.”
“Chris…” I said warningly. 
“I’m done, I’m done. She’s not getting our closet.”
“Good.”
“But she is getting a snow suit. Okay, love you, bye!” I clutched my phone as he hung up, shaking my head and wondering where in the world he was going to put one more thing she didn’t need. It wasn’t like he was buying nonsense, it was just that he couldn’t tell her no if she really wanted something. He was a good dad like that. 
Me: Christmas with the uncles sounds good :) 
Hubby: Start packing. We leave in three days :) 
Me: Won’t mom be upset we won’t be in Sydney for the holiday?
Hubby: My mom will be fine, she’s used to holidays without me. 
Me: Don’t remind me 
Hubby: It’s yours we have to worry about. 
It was true, I was worried that my mother would be upset about a holiday without her grandchild. She loved them more than anything, cherished her truly. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt about it. 
Hubby: We’ll tell her together. We’re adults now, we can choose to spend the holidays wherever we like. 
Always reading my mind, my husband. 
The front door opened and shut, letting in the Sydney breeze along with it and a head of dark hair waltzed right in. Heading straight for the fridge, she reached for a small bag of apple slices just out of her reach. 
“Mommy!”
“Yes, baby, do you need some help?” I was already off my stool at the kitchen island and heading towards her. 
“Yes please!” She turned her shining eyes towards me, just as warm and comforting as her father’s. Her smile pushed her round cheeks upwards toward her eyes, just like his. Chan said she had my nose and he was more thankful for that than anything. He hated his nose. 
She was still reaching for the bag, knocking a bottle of water to the floor. “Whoops! I’ll get it Mommy.”
“Oh thank you Cece, that was very helpful of you.” She loved hearing these things, loved hearing how she helped someone. Anyone. More of her father’s features shining through, she just loved to help in any way she could. I opened the bag and handed it to her. “There you go, baby .Do you want to watch some TV before your grandmas and grandpas come over for dinner?” 
Once in a while, all the grandparents came over for dinner to spend time with the three of us. They wanted to see their Cece before all the holiday craziness came and they had to get busy with everything else that came with the holidays. 
With the house smelling like grilled meat and rice, the doorbell rang like chimes in the wind, a touch from Chris when we bought the house. Cece ran to the door, yelling “I got it, I got it!” She opened the door to both sets of grandparents flinging their arms wide open at the sight of her at the door, her red sparkly dress swinging as she lept for them. They hugged her, bags swinging from their arms as all four of them came around her. 
I was luckier than most with my in-laws. They had welcomed me with the most open of arms into their family and made me feel like a part of the family, like they had always been there just waiting for me. My parents got along with them, his mother bonding with mine over their love of plants and house decor. Our fathers got along with sports, the only issue ever being who was paying for the wedding (they both wanted to pay for it). They loved me and I loved them. I knew this situation wasn’t common, so I cherished it whenever they all came together. 
“Cece, are you going to let them come in?” I laughed while they hugged her, knowing they wouldn't let go until she did. 
“Oh, it’s fine, she’s fine.” Chris’s mom said while the others were putting their belongings in the hall closet. She picked up her favorite grandchild and held her until she arrived in the living room with all her toys neatly stacked. Celeste had a habit that she picked up from her father of finding joy in organization. It had to come from him because it definitely did not come from me.
As the other grandparents gathered around Cece on the floor, my dad followed me out the back door to find Chris hard at work grilling. They hugged and we watched Chris grill. 
“How’s the producing business, Chris?” Neither took their eyes off the meat.
“It’s good! Keeps me busy, but I get to meet celebrities so it has it’s perks. And the company is still good with letting me off for time with Cece. So I can’t complain.”
“That’s because you still work on your days off. I still haven’t been able to stop him.”
I sighed and gave Chan’s back a reproachful look. My dad chuckled. 
“Honey, you haven’t been able to stop him from working since you started dating. Remember Valentine’s Day a couple years ago?”
“Hey!” Chan finally turned around, mouth open in mock shock. “You said you were okay! You know how hard it was to get Tiger JK to actually sit down and work with me.”
“I do! And I’m still proud you managed to get it done in time.” I smiled and took his free hand that wasn’t holding a giant pair of tongs. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be a little salty that you had to miss our second Valentines together.” His eyes squinted. 
“And have I made it up to you every year since?” He cocked his eyebrow. 
“I need a beer! Anybody else?” My dad quickly jumped up to head back inside for said refreshment. I shot Chan a smirk. 
“Was that necessary?”
“Hey, he could’ve done the math. Cece was born in November.” I rolled my eyes. His tone suddenly got serious. “Do you want to tell them now or after we eat?”
“After. Let them enjoy their time with her now.”
*
“You what?!”
The plates were cleared, Cece was passed out on the couch watching her favorite show, and the news had just come out. My mother, ever the drama queen, was fanning herself from the news. My father was helping her, if only to save himself the pain of a scolding from her later. 
“Well, they’re adults now, honey. They can do what they like.”
“But they’re taking her for the holidays too, Richard. Did you think about that?”
“Yes I did. They’ll be fine, they’ll be back afterwards.”
“And besides,” Chan’s mom interjected. “You can spend it with us! We can get wine-drunk and celebrate Christmas ourselves without the kids.”
Chris grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. My mother just watched us smile at each other. 
“We miss Korea, mom. And Christmas is such a wonderful time of year, I just think this year we want to spend it differently. We’ll pick you up some of your favorite face cream while we’re there, too.”
“So the trip won’t be a total waste for you!” Chris tried to placate her, but her face remained unchanged. “Alright Mom, what about this: when we get back, you guys can have Celeste for a whole weekend, just her and you.” She perked up at that.
“Friday to Monday?”
“You can even bring her back Monday night.” Chris, ever the diplomat. A rush of pride went through me. My mom thought about it for a moment. 
“Deal.” 
Chris’s dad piped in.
“What about us?!”
*
Celeste did really well for her first plane ride. We arrived at the Incheon Airport around noon, but we didn’t know what awaited us outside until we stepped outside to our car waiting to take us to our hotel. Driven by Hyunjin with a passenger seat occupied by Felix, they waved us over before climbing out of the car to fling their arms open for Celeste, who stopped halfway to them, noticing the white fluff all around. 
“Daddy, what’s that?” she asked, her voice dripping in wonder. Her eyes shining with pure curiosity, she ignored her uncle’s waiting arms to hold her arms out to catch the falling flakes. They disappeared as quickly as they had landed in her hand, but that didn’t stop her from trying to catch all of the snowflakes in her immediate vicinity. She jumped and reached, trying to reach the clouds they were falling from. This insanely cute action was met with laughter from all angles, and before she knew it, she was hoisted into the air by her uncle to get a closer look. 
Chris and I stood by and let them catch up and enjoy the cold.
“She’s so cute. She takes after you, you know.” I placed a hand on my stomach. 
“I dunno. Maybe this one will be just as cute.”
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hyunverse · 1 year
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butterfly hairclips ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hwang hyunjin
hwang hyunjin && gn!reader.
genre — fluff, drabble.
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“stop moving, jinnie,” you sigh, exasperated.
he's sitting on the bed with a cheeky grin, looking up at you as you carefully place colorful butterfly hairclips onto his raven hair. after several sulking and begging, hyunjin had finally agreed to keep his hair long.
“i'll keep it long because i look good with it,” hyunjin had told you — but you both know that he did it because he's not capable of saying no to your puppy eyes.
“you're taking so long,” he whines, wiggling his body around.
you playfully pinch him, earning an even louder whine from him.
“stay still babe,” you sigh again, combing his soft locks with your fingers.
“you really love my hair, hm?”
"of course i do," you reply, tucking a strand behind his ear, “it's the reason why i married you.”
hyunjin gasps, his eyes widening. he lets himself off your grip, staring up at you with his signature dramatic look. you can't help but chuckle at his antics.
“wah, honey,” he pouts, “you married me just for my hair? really? what about my undeniable talent? my charm — i feel so betrayed — i'm cutting off my hair!”
your head tilts back as you laugh (a habit you picked up from him) , shaking your head and holding your husband in place.
“quit being dramatic baby, i was joking.”
seeing you laugh eventually calms hyunjin down. without noticing, he sits still, tenderly smiling at your figure towering over him.
“gimme a kiss before you continue,” he demands.
following his order, a kiss is placed on top of his nose, his lips and his forehead. hyunjin smiles even more — eyes dissapearing due to how wide he's smiling. it's endearing.
you continue what you were doing — combing his hair and placing little butterfly clips on it. hyunjin, being hyunjin, whines loudly at every tug you make, causing you to roll your eyes.
“okay, 'm done.”
hyunjin excitedly grabs his phone to look at himself, grinning at the reflection.
“you look so pretty, baby,” you exclaim, cupping his face in your hand.
quickly, he snaps a photo of himself, with your hands on his face. he makes a mental note to post it on instagram later — he hasn't posted in a while.
“thank you so much darling,” he mutters, pulling you in to nuzzle his face into your stomach.
“anything for the pretty boy.”
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seungkwanschicken · 7 months
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Woke up today from a dream of boyfriend Chan which has led to the following thoughts :- (having a chan drought rn always)
warnings : heavy fluff , will make you feel single and deprived of chan in your life, fluff and FLUFF if I didn't already mention it :')
Boyfriend!Chan who's spending the weekend with you at your childhood house because you wanted to introduce him to your parents.
Boyfriend!Chan who immediately charms your parents at dinner, while your hands are locked under the table. (because how can anyone resist the bang chan charm ?!)
Boyfriend!Chan who takes you to your bedroom after dinner and gives you the best loving while getting interrupted by your mom knocking on the door loudly (poor mom just wanted to wish them a good night skjsjs)
Boyfriend!Chan who cuddles you to sleep and holds you tight because he never wants to let go of you (he's just very much in love <3)
Boyfriend!Chan who, while you're still asleep, asks for your hand in marriage to your parents the next morning, who in turn are so happy about the man you've chosen and gladly agree.
Boyfriend!Chan who now takes you to his childhood home in Australia to meet his family.
Boyfriend!Chan who holds your hand throughout the flight to calm your nerves cause he knows you're afraid of fucking up the meeting [you get nerves from meeting strangers and he knows that :( ]
Boyfriend!Chan who introduces you to his family, who are so excited to meet you because Chan has talked about you SO much.
Boyfriend!Chan who tells his siblings about his plan to propose, while you're whisked away by his parents to give you a house tour.
Boyfriend!Chan who shows his dad the ring he's selected after a lot of help and teasing from the kids.
Boyfriend!Chan who finally asks you to be his life partner under the sunset at Sydney Harbour Bridge, wearing the suit you gifted him on his birthday that year.
Boyfriend!Chan who is over the moon when you fall on your knees in tears to give him the tightest hug after saying the three words he's been wanting to hear so bad.
Husband!Chan who, now after 2 years and 3 months of dating you and a month of wedding preparations, can finally call you his wife <3
Husband!Chan who becomes even MORE lovey dovey and touchy with you because he just can't control his glee of actually being able to call you wife and just wants to spend his life with you forever and always having a beautiful family.
Husband!Chan who knows he can tackle anything and everything that comes up in life: be it the scary birth of your twins, burning down the kitchen after a failed attempt of baking, or worrisome career issues; he can handle it all because he has you by his side <3
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snowyquokka · 3 months
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waiting for a ring 💍
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channieandhisgoonsquad · 10 months
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Oh. Your tire is fucked.
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You were such a good person. That’s what you kept telling yourself at four in the fucking morning as you threw on your sweatpants to go with your big ass sleep shirt.
You owed Han a favor after he bought your meal a couple weeks ago when you forgot your wallet. You felt so dumb but swore you would pay him back.
That was before you realized this is what he was going to ask of you, to drive him to the airport in the middle of the night. He wanted to go visit some people in Malaysia during his time off and this was the only way her could get himself to the airport discreetly.
You told him to make sure he had a few hours of leeway in case things went wrong. He tried to fight you, but you knew you would have to go in with him to make sure he remained anonymous. But you also just wanted to give him time to relax before hand; knowing how stressed he can get.
He dragged himself and his suitcase out of the apartment looking as if he was barely awake. Despite that, your friend looked like he meant business. His fitted sweater and fancy jeans didn’t help him remain low key, but Han’s fashion isn’t really described with that term.
His hair was immaculate, and as he slid into the passenger seat you greeted him with a sleepy hi while he just grunted.
The airport you were headed to was half an hour away, so you just sat there with the music on low as Han seemed to have snoozed back into sleep. It was okay though, because you loved driving.
Twenty minutes in, your car had a light turn on and prompted you that your tired was low on air. You pulled off the side of the road into an empty lot to investigate.
Oh. Your tire is fucked.
Flat as fuck.
Han was looking out the window at you while you ran your hands across your face. You groaned as you went back to the other side.
“I’ve got a flat, dude. You might want to call a cab from the company. I know you wanted to remain low key, but it’s gonna be a while.”
He looked over like you were crazy. “I am not leaving you here in the middle of the country alone! Weirdos could be anywhere.”
“Well, I’m already in the car with you…”
He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, “you know what I mean, y/n. It’s still dark out. I’m not leaving you alone.”
“But your flight.”
“You’re more important.”
You stopped to look at your phone for your insurance app. The options for a tow would take a couple of hours at the least for the hour it is. “Han, I’ve got to wait her for two hours. You need to call someone at least.”
He contemplated your statement. He really didn’t want you left alone; he would feel so guilty. But, he literally hasn’t been back to Malaysia since he became an idol. The inner turmoil was killing his half-awake brain. But his heart told him what to do.
“No I’m stay with you.”
“Han you’re going to miss your flight if you don’t-“
“ I know that, y/n! But if I leave, I can’t make sure that you’re safe. And you are more important to me than catch a flight. So much more important.” You looked away from the app to look at your friend. His eyes were glassier than before, and you realized he had tears gathering at the rim.
You reached your right hand over to grasp his own and get him to look over at you. “Okay, Han. I’d love the company. Why are you so upset, though?”
“Because.” He took in a huge gulp of air and breathed out slowly to give himself a second to compose himself. You were so concerned and he felt guilty for allow your face to look so sullen. He wanted that glimmer of happiness back more than anything.
He looked at his feet to try and avoid the puppy dog sadness. Before he could second guess, the words were out. “Because I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
The surprise was evident as your eyes widened. But, just as quickly, they softened and a small smile crept onto your face. “Hannie. My squirrelly man.”
He looked back to see the gorgeous flip of your emotions and just waited for you to say something else.
“Well, if you would’ve started with that I would’ve understood a lot quicker.” He chuckled nervously at your silly response.
“Yeah, sorry. I just wasn’t sure how you would respond and I got in my head too much and now I’m just rambling at you and-“
“Hey, hey, hey! I love you, too, Han Jisung.”
“You do!?”
“Why else would I wake up in the dead of night to take someone to the airport? I wanted to be the last person to say goodbye before you left me.” You sweetly reached for his chin and made his heart flutter.
“I wasn’t leaving you. I was coming back.”
“Every time you leave to travel is too long for me.” You held onto his chin as you leaned over the console of your warm car to kiss the silly man.
His face was cold compared to the warmth of the tears that had slipped from him. The contrast was surprising, but you could tell he was happy as he reciprocated the way you moved your lips against his.
This was a sensation you never expected to feel. This crush that had lingered in your brain for the last two years of befriending the nervous man had been eating away at your senses. But you persisted. Confiding in one of your mutuals, Felix. He had told you many times to tell him, but you stayed silent and ignored him enough for him to drop it.
You pulled back to wipe the salty sadness from his beautiful face and laughed when he still looked surprisedly at you. This man was going to be the death of you but, it was a willing demise.
He pulled you by your neck back into him as he aggressively took your face back into his; you were both wide awake now. The two of you were trying to connect your bodies, but the center console was still in the way.
Suddenly, the two of you were climbing over the offending object to get into the back seat of your crossover. Over his shoulder you could see that the windows were already fogging over from the excessive breathing. You crashed onto his lap, making sure to straddle him and get him between, around, under, and against you.
His existence consumed your soul; finally feeling at peace with those lingering and haunting emotions. You felt yourself falling deeper into his own both emotionally and physically.
Han made sure to deepen the kiss as he grabbed onto your lower back to pull you closer to him. In response to the intensity, the warmth you had been feeling in your heart spread down to your pussy and you were grinding against his jeans, looking for any sense of connection.
When he processed what you were up to he disconnected you two only at your mouths to speak. You stared into his pretty eyes with such intensity that he smirked nervously, "Y/n, we don't need to keep going. This isn't how I was planning to tell you how I felt! I want to take you on a date. I had a plan..."
There wasn't even an inch of space between your lips as they ghosted over each other while he spoke, and it was driving you crazy. Along with his overthinking that you had gotten used to. "Ji, life hardly ever goes as planned. We have over an hour before someone shows up. I want you to fuck me."
He swallowed harshly as you continued to feel his breath fan over your own, "Can I make love to you for the first time?"
"You're so cute!" You squeal at your man that was melting your heart and making you wetter than you've ever been, "Please do, love."
He pecked your lips before he grabbed your waist and pull you off to his side, even though you detested the removal of your crotch on his confined hard on. He reached up front to pull your seat forward and proceeded to remove his pants to relieve some pressure. You immediately moaned at the tent and instinctively reached for it before he stopped you. "My lady, you're first. I've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember."
You nodded understandingly and he sat himself on the floor in front of you and pulled your sweats off you completely; taking your underwear with and leaving you exposed to the colder air. You huffed a heavy sigh as he took your knees over his shoulders and wasted no time at eating you out.
You groaned as he suctioned his lips to your clit and applied a blissful amount of pleasure. Your body became a liquid as you slumped further into him and pressed your cunt into his face.
He snickered as he watched your immediate response. After edging you some he released your bud to plunge his tongue into your vagina and slurped all of the fluids, "God, if this is how you react just to my mouth, I can't imagine how you'll take my fingers or my cock.". You felt yourself clench over his needy tongue as he nudged his nose into your clit. You couldn't stop staring at the love of your life as he continued bringing you more pleasure than you'd felt with anyone else.
He pulled back to watch you writhe in obvious superb ecstasy. You began whimpering at the lack of pressure, "Can't use your words already, babe? That won't look very good when the tow truck shows up." Before you could even form a quippy response, he plunged two fingers into your hold, causing a yelp to escape.
Happy with your state, he returned his tongue to your swollen clit as your orgasm began building. You looked away at something to grab for stability as you felt like you were going to float away if he continued.
He reached out for one hand and clasped them together to keep you grounded through your emotions. The other found purchase on his hair as you gripped onto both for dear life.
Your whining got higher pitched and you tried to say his name to let him know you were almost over the peak. But all he could hear was "H-H-haaaa" as you tried screaming his name through your orgasm. He kept fingering you through your flustered state to the point of overstimulation and you started shaking over his digits.
Once he was satisfied with your actions, he swapped the hole his fingers had been in for his mouth and groaned, "Get on my lap, sweetie."
He sat down in the opposite end of the back seat and took his boxer briefs off to free his monster erection from its confines. You crawled on all four to him and took a quick slurp of his precum before straddling him. He sighed at the sight and grabbed both of your ass cheeks with full force as you help yourself over him.
Han held himself up and guided you slowly onto him, but you took him fully without a second thought. He hissed at the sudden tightness and warmth of your walls. While you stayed there for a second, ho grabbed your face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, "I've always known you would feel perfect around me. But I didn't know exactly what that felt like until now. You are perfection. I love you so much, y/n"
"I love you, Hannie." You continued to passionately make out and express your love through actions when you were ready to start riding him. You kept a slow face, trying to take in the feeling of him rubbing all of you. The shape was exquisite and you were sure you had died and gone to heaven. How could he be this perfect??
You pulled his shirt up while you continued consuming and gnawing at his lips and felt his firm chest in your small hands. You reached for his nipples and tweaked both at once. He whined into your mouth and started grinding up into you.
His hands had wandered, too. One playing with your braless breast, which he felt was on purpose for him, and the other finding your sore button to help you through another orgasm.
You two kept this up for who knows how long, but you couldn't care becasue this was the only place you wanted to be. The sun had started rising and painted you both in a beautiful array of oranges and pinks as you both reached your climax. "In me... please." you whined, and he started thrusting into you at an inhuman speed and released his seed where you had asked for it.
As you both sat there panting, you realized the warmth from the sheen of sweat coating both of your forms and cracked the windows.
You two softly exchanged more kisses while you came down. Han couldn't believe how fucking lucky he was, but his brain and his words had to ruin the beautiful moment, "If this is how you take me to the airport, I'm never riding with the staff ever again."
You rolled your eyes and let out a heaving chuckle at the love of your life and simple stated, "Love you, too, Han."
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