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seospicybin · 9 months

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Hi hello I hope you're doing great

I don't know if you take requests or not but I can't stop thinking about Reader worshiping Chan like my man thinks he's not that attractive and doesn't understand when ppl say he's one of the sexiest man. So Reader does that somewhat cliché thing of dragging him in front of a mirror for him to say what he doesn't like about himself and then the reader shows him every details they find extremely sexy all that followed by a sweet passionate love making session. My man needs to receive some love and deserve to be worshipped.

Anyway I'd write that myself but I have no talent whatsoever and you're my favourite author on this entire site I only trust you to put this idea into words if you accept it of course.

But I'll also totally understand if you say no as you probably have a lot to do already. Either way I wish you a great summer and I hope both sides of your pillow are always cold.

Much love,

🦝

Hi, hello for sending ideas to my inbox and apology for taking this long to replying to your request. And do not worry about cliche, I live for that and we need a little cliche in our lives.

The only problem is I'm not good with drabbles so I hope this fits what you have in mind and don't ever say you're not talented, say that again and I'll come to knock some sense into you! Have a great day and enjoy this fluffy, sexy drabble x

ADMIRE. (s,f)

Bangchan x reader. 2,7k words

It's not just the way he sits at the end of the bed with his shoulders sagged. The absence of smiles on his face and the sighs he constantly lets out are enough signs that Chan is having a bad day.

As a girlfriend, you take it as your duty to make sure that he's alright first, and from there, you can find a way to make him feel better.

It's always best to approach him in the way you usually do, with a bright smile and warm hug. Climbing onto the bed and sitting behind him on the bed.

"Hi, beautiful man," you greet him as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, planting your chin on his shoulder.

He looks over and flashes you a weak smile, "Hi," he greets back.

You press a kiss on his lips, then on his neck next, catching the smell of his natural scent that you like so much.

"Hmm..." you delightfully hum.

"I like how you smell when you come home at night," you shamelessly admit with your nose still planted in his neck.

That is enough to elicit a soft laugh out of him, "of my sweat?"

You take another whiff of his scent and hum again, "Of you."

"Huh?" He turns his head at you with a questioning look on his face.

"Of everything nice and comfortable and safe and..." You get shy the more you list the things his natural scent offers.

He smiles at you with a kiss pressed on your hand, "I like coming home to you," he says.

You glide your hands down his arms and then slip them under his arms, resting your hands on his stomach, feeling the toned muscles against the sleeveless top he's wearing.

"But you don't seem like it," you tell him.

He clasps his hands with yours in front of him, "Yeah?"

You nuzzle your nose in his neck again and hum, "You've been so quiet, baby. Is something bothering you?"

He shakes his head and draws a breath, "Nothing it's just... I don't feel good about myself lately."

You frown at his answer while turning your head his way, "But why?"

He shakes his head again and refuses to answer you.

The way he reluctantly tells you the details makes you sadder and that only means he's not comfortable enough to share it with you. You can't help but feel that maybe you took part in making him feel this way.

"Do I make you feel that way?" You meekly ask.

"No, no, no," he hastily replies, and knowing that it's not enough to convince you, he brings your hand close to his mouth, then kisses it.

"It's not you, baby," he says again.

The more he tries to convince you, the more you feel uneasy about yourself.

"Then please tell me who or what made you feel this way?" You plead, giving him the puppy eyes that you know he can't resist.

He smiles with eyes closed and lets out a long breath, "it's me. I don't feel confident about myself," he finally answers.

You look at him and pout, "Channie!"

"What?" He awkwardly laughs.

"How are you not confident?" Your eyes widened in disbelief.

If there's one word to describe Chan, that word would be perfect. He has everything that a girl like you could've asked for, a great personality, intelligence, a decent human being, and all of that wrapped in an attractive package.

Hearing him say that he doesn't feel confident about himself baffled you so much. It doesn't feel real at all that you get speechless and can only blink your eyes while trying to process his words.

"Are you joking me, babe?" You ask again just in case he was being playful.

His head drops and keeps looking down at his lap, "it's nothing really, I just—"

"How are you not confident about yourself?" You're aware of how rude you are for cutting him off midsentence.

"Because I'm not that good. I'm not... beautiful," he sounds so little when he said that and you hated it to hear it.

There's nothing wrong to feel so insecure about oneself but to say that he's not beautiful when he is the most beautiful in your eyes.

Your hands loosen around him and he thinks you're disappointed in him that he holds on to you not to let him go, "don't go, stay," he says.

You pat the space on the bed, gesture him to scoot there, "Come and sit here!"

Not sure what you're trying to do but he obeys without a word, scoots a little to the right.

You kneel behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, "Now, look ahead!" You order him.

Slowly, he glances up and surprises to see the reflection of himself in the mirror with you in front of him.

"You see that? That's you and me," you tell him, looking at him through the mirror.

"And all I see is a man who's smart, hardworking, passionate, thoughtful, kind, and warm," you're speaking with a soft smile on your face.

"He can be a little reckless, a little hot-headed, a whole lot indecisive but that's because you're a libra," you playfully remark.

Then you tilt his head until his eyes meet yours, "despite all of that, you are beautiful to me," you murmur and lower your lips on his, locked in a rapturous kiss with one hand wrapped around his neck.

"Thank you," he mutters his gratitude with a sweet smile.

"And I'm not done yet," you tell him with a sly grin.

You sit down on the bed, hugging him from behind with your legs on each side of him, your arms crisscrossing around him.

"Time to talk about this sexy exterior," you announce with your hand softly rubbing his chest.

"Oh, no, please, I'm not sexy," he denies and gets embarrassed when you haven't even started yet.

"Shh!" You hushed him by covering his mouth with your hand.

Seeing his dimpled smile only encourages you to keep going because he's cute and hot when he's shy, still have no idea how he makes that possible.

"Should we start with this body?"

You lower your hand to his abdomen and pull the hem of his top to reveal his abs, "My goodness!" You hiss close to his ear.

You slip your hand under his top and feel his toned muscles with your fingertips while lowly whimpering into his ear.

"I want to have a bite of this white chocolate," you tell him, knowing that it's cheesy enough to amuse him.

"Can I? Can I have a bite, Channie?" You seductively ask.

He can't answer as he keeps giggling but keeping your hand inside his clothes.

"Let's take this off, mmh?" You ask into his ear.

He nods and raises his hands to let you take it off him, tosses it aside after. His pale skin glows even under the dim light and you like seeing your hands touching it while you're looking through the mirror.

"How do you not feel good about this body, baby?" You lowly ask.

"Because—"

You turn his head and hastily capture him in a kiss, not giving him a chance to answer or deny your words. You keep kissing him, parting your mouth open to let his tongue invade your mouth.

Your hands are freely roaming around his body, touching, feeling, and teasing the sensitive parts of his body with fluttering touches.

When you let go of his kiss, you continue by making a long trail of kisses from his neck. He lowly moans feeling your soft lips on his warm skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his shoulder.

He turns his head and your eyes meet, you smile at him as you lean in for another kiss, and a hand slips in his soft curls. You playfully nibble on his lips and gently tug at them, "mmh... these lips..." you hum.

You brush your lips over him back and forth and give him a long peck after.

"So full, so plump, so... kissable," you say with a dreamy sigh.

You place kisses all over his face while muttering little compliments at him with every few kisses.

"You're so gorgeous."

"So stunning!"

"Hella sexy!"

"One delicious man," you playfully remark and sloppily kiss him, "with a pair of juicy lips!"

Chan giggles again with his dimples sunken deep in his cheeks and you hold him close to absorb his happiness, doubling it back to him as you giggle along with him.

He puts his hand on your hand slung across his shoulder and squeezes it, "Thank you, baby."

"I'm not finished yet," you grumble at him.

Now his turn to be baffled, "You have something else to say to me?"

You nod with a sly grin plastered on your face, "I haven't haven't talked about this beautiful, big nose yet."

He holds in his laughter and leers at you, "Oh?"

"It's so perfect," you compliment right into his ear in a sultry voice.

Chan seems to disagree with it and silently scoffed at it, "Perfect, huh?"

As a punishment for not trusting your words, you gently bite his nose, then hurriedly kiss it to soothe the pain.

"So perfect," you assure once more.

"Got me thinking what it would be like sitting on this pretty nose," you purr into his ear.

That sends him giggling again and plants his face in his hands, flustered by what you said, his ears reddening as the proof of it.

"Don't be shy, Channie baby," you tease.

You hold his body close as it's shaking with laughter and you feel good that he's slowly forgetting about the things that bothered his mind earlier.

"It's your fault for being so hot, can't help but think of lewd things with you," you shamelessly admit and playfully bite on his ear shell.

He puts his hands on your legs, rubbing them up and down your thighs as he kisses you again in a passionate kiss that escalates things further.

"If words aren't enough to convince you, baby," you say against his lips.

You keep his head turned your way with your hand holding his chin, with a deep gaze into his eyes, you say, "I can show you."

The long moan you let out as you lower yourself on him is echoing in the room. With your eyes closed, enhancing the other senses to be more receptive to the pleasure you're feeling as his cock buried to the hilt inside you.

"Oh... my... goodness," you lowly moan.

After a moment of adjusting yourself, you look down and open your eyes to see him looking at you, eyes wide and heavy with lust.

"Can't get enough of this big cock, baby," you tell him while rubbing his chest with both hands.

"You're so perfect inside me," you sigh again and feel his cock twitches inside you.

"Mmh, yeah, you are perfect," you tell him, leaning down to kiss his open mouth.

You take his hands and put them up, resting them on each side of his head, clasping your hands together as you kiss him again, taking your time with him.

"Keep them here," you tell him.

"Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?" You trail his lower lip with your thumb before kissing it.

He nods when he finally registered your request and keeps his hands thrown around him.

You start by rolling your hips in circular motions, slowly as to feel his whole length inside you. You're doing it with your eyes fixated on his face, his jaws clenched and unclenched depending on the pleasure you brought on him.

"Feel that, baby? How your cock fill me whole?"

"Yeah..." he breathlessly answers then swallows air.

For this one night, you put your need aside and focus on how to make him feel good, you want to show him how much you like him, adore him, and admire him because he deserves to know.

You start pulsating your hips against him at a steady pace and moaning at how good it makes you feel, kissing him once in a while.

To give him more pleasure, you plant your feet against the mattress and drop your hands on his thighs as support, bouncing yourself up and down on his engorging cock, providing him more depth into you.

That seems to work to bring him close to his high, you change your pace and back to straddling him, "You're going to cum for me, right?"

He seems to be intoxicated in pleasure to be able to respond to you.

You grab his chin and ask him again, "You're going to cum for me, right, baby?"

He nods with his eyes clouded in lust and you keep going, keep moving to bring him closer to his high. With how good he feels inside you, it's not hard to get yourself close to your climax as well.

"That's right, baby," you coo.

"You're going to cum and fill me full with your love, yes?"

He grunts as you intensely clenched around him, "yes, yes," he hastily replies.

You pick up the pace and use all of your strength to keep moving, from his ragged breath and how his body is flushing red, you can tell he's on so close, on the brink of...

His hands gripping each side of your waist with his nails dug into the flesh, trying to slow you down when you know he wants you to keep going.

You slowly ride past his high while taking his hands and using them to touch you all over. He's grunting while you feel his hands all over you, using his hands to cup your breasts and kneading on them together with you.

His cock is twitching inside you and you stay still, taking all of him inside you.

A moment passed and you see him slowly gathering his senses. You decide to hover above him by propping a hand against the mattress and look at him, his half-shut eyes looking back at you.

You place a brief kiss on his lips then caress his cheek, "look at you..."

You land another quick kiss the continue speaking, "Letting me take care of you."

He pulls you into a hug with a long kiss on your temple, "oh, you made me feel so good," he murmurs.

You smile at him and land another soft caress on his face, "That's how much I adore you, baby."

He puts his arms around you and pulls you even closer.

"You're so beautiful to me," you whisper into his ear.

"Mmh..." he hums in response.

Not taking that as an answer, you look at him and stare into his eyes, "Want me to show you once again how much I meant my words?"

He laughs at your question and kisses you deeply, "I need time for that."

Chan puts all of your hair to the side and kisses you again, slowly, turning over on the bed to have you underneath him. You can see the glints in his eyes have returned as he gazes into you like your eyes hold the whole galaxy in them.

"I'm beautiful, I know," you confidently say.

He lets out a laugh and softly kisses you, "You are beautiful."

"And you are beautiful," you say back to him with your hands around his neck.

"And I love you," he says with a warm smile on his face that melts your insides in a second.

Not only that he's beautiful inside out, Chan always makes you feel beautiful even with the simplest gesture of tenderly caressing your cheek with his knuckle.

"And I love you too."

Because how can you not say those words back at him?

#spicy mail #stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #seospicy drabbles

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seospicybin · 9 months

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hey! idk if you take requests but if do, can i ask for a fic where the reader and chan lay in bed, lazily giving eachother hand jobs while a movie is playing on the tv also with an angsty start and fluffy ending!!

i love your work! thankss

I try my best to fit angst and fluff in a drabble and it was hard but I managed to do it hehehe

Here you go, hope you like x

REWATCH. (s,f)

Bangchan x reader. 1,9k words

You stomp inside once Chan unlocked the door of the apartment, upset that he got late to the movie date that he, himself, set for both of you.

"I'm sorry. I'm losing track of time in the studio," he explains, following you as you're going to the bedroom and tossing your bag onto the vanity table. You start taking off your clothes to get ready for bed, wanting to get this day over with.

However, Chan doesn't like leaving the problem unsolved before bed. He wants to talk when you're trying to do the opposite, at least not with this rage still boiling inside you, to prevent yourself from saying things you don't mean to him.

"I can explain, okay?" He says.

You hurl the dirty clothes into the laundry basket and put on one of his t-shirts to bed, at this point, you claimed all of his clothes as yours.

Getting pissed with you keep ignoring him, he grabs your elbow and stops you from leaving the room again, "Can we sit down and talk?"

You look at him with jaws clenched, "I don't want to talk!"

You yank your hand away from him but that only makes him tighten the grip around your elbow. You start forcing his hand open to let yourself go but he's relentless.

"Let me go!" You tell him.

"I'm tired from working and the last thing I want to do is have to deal with this behavior of yours. I said sit down so we can talk!" He snaps at you.

Chan is rarely mad at you but when he does, it means that you've done some real problem but tonight, you've done nothing wrong, it's him, he was the one breaking his promise. Seeing him raising his voice at you with his eyes wide and filled with anger, you immediately break into tears.

Realizing that he lost it to his anger, he pulls you into a hug.

You push him away, doesn't want to cave in when he just snapped at you like that.

"No! I don't want—" Your words got cut off by your sobs.

He wraps his arms tight around you and not letting you go, "That's why you should have obeyed when I told you nicely," he scolds you more.

You try to get away from him again but it's a fruitless effort with the strength he has. You eventually give in and let him comfort you.

"Why did you raise your voice at me like that?" You cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeatedly apologizes with a kiss on the top of your head.

With a glass of water and cuddles, you calmed down once he explained why he forgot about the movie date.

"It's not about the movie date, okay?" You croak.

"You should have told me if you can't come and I'll be okay with that. You made me wait for hours," you explain your side of the story of how you waited at the movie theater yourself until late at night.

"I know. I'm sorry, it's my fault," he admits right away with his hand cupping your jaw.

He leans in and softly kisses you, in an effort to gain your forgiveness.

"Are we okay now?" He asks.

You nod.

"Can I get a kiss then?" He asks again with a smile.

You nod and lean in to kiss him this time, despite how you hated to see his angered face, he's just a human after all and he loses control of his temper sometimes.

"How about we watch a movie right now?" He suggests.

"Yeah," you excitedly nod, losing your drowsiness from getting into a fight with Chan earlier.

As a token of apology, he gives you the privilege to choose the movie and you sit on the bed while scrolling down the list of movies available on the streaming service.

Considering that you need something light-hearted, you pick a rom-com movie. You crawl back to Chan as he rests against the headboard of the bed, welcoming you back with open arms.

You lean with your back against his chest and he puts a blanket on your lap then puts an arm around you.

Half an hour into the movie, Chan starts to shift his focus on you, planting his mouth on your neck with his hand slipping under your t-shirt.

"You smell heavenly, my love," he mutters into your ear.

You don't want to give in to his temptations easily, especially after what happened.

His hand traces the lacy fabric of your underwear, "are you wearing these for me?"

"No," you answer without a beat.

He giggles because he knows you are still a bit upset.

"Then why are you so dressed so nicely tonight if it isn't for me?"

You shrug, "I don't know, maybe the staff working behind the concession stands," you playfully respond.

He presses a kiss on your jaw, "Oh... I'm so jealous," he half-heartedly replies.

"You should be because I'll be getting free popcorn for life," you joke.

"Now I'm really jealous," he drags his lips down the column of your neck.

It makes you begin to lose focus on the movie as his hot breath fans your neck. There's a big chance you'll eventually cave in but before that you want him to sweat a little.

You clear your throat and taunt him more, "Not just popcorn, I can get free tacos, chips, chocolate, candies..."

He puts his hand around your neck and forces your head to rest on his shoulder, "but he doesn't have what I have," he says.

You chuckle at him, "Yeah?"

He nods then takes your hand from your lap. First, he brings it to his mouth to kiss your knuckle then brings it down his body. You let out a gasp as he slips your hand inside his sweatpants, wrapping your hand around his hardening cock.

"He doesn't have this big cock you like so much," he confidently says

And confidence sounds so sexy on him, it arouses you more than his big cock.

You remind yourself of your initial plan while keep wrapping your hand around his thick girth, rubbing your thumb on the tip.

"He probably has a big cock too you know," you tease him.

He pouts in doubt and nods, "That's possible."

You raise an eyebrow at him and slightly slump down his chest to comfortably rest your head on his shoulder.

"But," he surprisingly adds.

With one hand, he parts your legs open to touch your clothed core, "he doesn't have hands that know how to make you feel good," he says.

You click your tongue at him, "Not sure about that either."

His fingers are tracing your clit against the thin fabric and easily spotted it, "he doesn't know where to touch you," he furtherly adds.

"Mmh?" You start to indulge yourself in his touches.

Chan indeed knows where to touch you and makes you squirm against him. He puts the blanket away to provide him the visual of his fingers deep in your wetness.

Somehow, you let him take your underwear off without complaints. Deep down, you want to see how he touches you, how his fingers repeatedly swipe up and down your slit.

With a sly smirk shot at you, Chan pushes two fingers inside you and begins pumping them, in and out of you.

"I'm sure he wouldn't know how to touch you like I do," he says.

"Mmh?" You hum in a questioning tone, trying so hard to rile him even just a little.

"He wouldn't know how... to make you..."

He curls his fingers and easily finds that exact spot.

"Oh! Fuck!" You curse out loud.

He nods as he's grinning in satisfaction, "Yes, there it is!"

You take a moment to get a grasp of the situation, taking a deep breath, you locate your hand still inside his sweatpants and decide to pull it down, freeing his erection from its confine to give you access to freely stimulating him.

"Still... I'm going to give the concession stand guy the benefit of the doubt," you tease him for one last time, curious as to what he'll do next.

"Oh?" He asks with his head tipped to the side.

"But I won't let you," he simply resolves.

You begin stroking his cock and set a steady pace, "yeah?"

You catch his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, "how is that so?"

Just like he's trying to make a point, he's adding speed to his fingers pumping in and out of you.

"This pussy is mine," he says with such possessiveness.

You manage to let out a laugh between your moans, "excuse me, this is my body," you remind him.

He shakes his head and smiles against your lips, "But why does it so sensitive under my touch, so pliant, always taking me well, mmh?"

You have no answer to that and you don't want to think anymore. It's time to finally give in and let him take you high.

"You are mine," his voice is low and raspy in your ear.

"These lips are mine," he says again, claiming your lips with a hungry kiss.

"These breasts are mine," he proceeds to knead on them through your clothes.

"You are mine and mine only," his breath feels hot on your skin before sinking his mouth on your neck, probably marking you there to prove his ownership over it.

You yelp in pain but with the pleasure building up inside you, both pain and pleasure blurs together, taking you higher and higher.

The hand stroking his cock starts to slow as you're on the brink of orgasm.

"Are you going to cum all over my hand like a good girl?" He asks.

You find yourself nodding to his request.

"I know you will," he deepens the kiss with teeth and tongues clashing against each other.

The moans are growing louder in the room, beating the sounds coming from his fingers deep in your wetness. You cling to his arm as the overwhelming pleasure is about to wash over you and all at once, you let go.

"Oh, I'm cumming... I'm–oh!" You moan with your eyes screwed shut.

Chan places kisses on any skin he can land his lips on while you're relishing your sweet release against his body. You hear the sounds of him licking his fingers coated with your essence and it's wildly erotic.

You feel bad for not being able to give him the release he needs but have a plan brewing in your head.

"When I think about it, I'm not into popcorn that much," you tell him with a smile.

He laughs before kissing you, "what are you into then?"

You get off his chest and go down between his legs, looking up at him as you bluntly answer, "I'm into big cock."

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking on his delicious shaft.

"Oh, yes, take your time, baby" he lowly says while putting all of your hair away and into a makeshift ponytail in his hand to give him a clear view of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth.

"It's all yours," he adds.

And it's better be, only yours.

#spicy mail #stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #seospicy drabbles

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seospicybin · 9 months

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hiiii how are you?? can you please write a long fluff (fem reader) with lino as a bf cuddling each other then him helping you fall asleep to sleep while u have period cramps non sexual touching and make outs and lots of soft kisses aaaaaah

Hi, I'm doing great. Thank you for asking. How about you? Hope you're having a lovely day.

No sure about a long fluff but I'm writing a drabble of it. Hope you like, enjoy! x

MEDICINE. (f)

Lee Know x reader. 1.2k words

"Is someone died? The puppy next door chewing on your shoes again?"

That's the first thing he said when he came home to find you curling up on the bed, crying. Minho always has his way to comfort you and that is by making jokes.

"Your favorite contestant in that talent search show got eliminated?" He asks again as he takes off his jacket.

And you would usually respond with another joke but not tonight, you're having an intense period cramp you have no energy to deal with his jokes.

The absence of verbal answers from you worries him so that he gets on the bed and checks on you.

"Are you okay?" The amusement in his voice has been replaced with concern.

You can't answer to him without breaking into sobs and when he turns your head so he can see you, you indeed break into sob with fresh tears rolling down your face.

"Honey..." he sadly sighs.

He kisses your cheek even though it's wet with tears then removes the hair stuck to your face to the side, "what's wrong?"

You turn to the other side to face him and curl your body into a fetal position, doubting that you can answer him when you start hiccuping.

His forehead wrinkles in a questioning look, "are you hurt?"

You place your hand on your abdomen to where the source of the pain is and hold on to it as if you're losing blood, "it's so painful," you croak between your sobs.

He looks down at your hand pressing on your abdomen and gets it right away, "period, huh?"

You nod with your eyes closed as it's getting blurry to see him with your eyes full of tears.

It's the first time he sees you like this, he has seen you complaining about having period cramps but never to the point that you're sobbing in pain.

Minho inhales air and lay down next to you, putting his hand on your arm, "What can I do to make you feel better, honey?"

You shake your head because frankly, he can't do much when it's your body doing and he has no way to control it.

"Heating pad, yes?" He asks, knowing that it's usually what women tend to do to relieve period cramps.

You nod because you will try anything if it would help to lessen the pain.

Minho gets off the bed fast and goes to the kitchen, in a few minutes, returns to the bedroom with a heating pad in hand.

He carefully places it on your abdomen and puts your hand on it to hold it close, then pulls the duvet to cover your body, getting himself under as well.

"Warm enough for you?" He softly asks.

You've calmed down from crying but your voice trembling still when you deliver your gratitude to him.

He responds with soft kisses on your shoulders and neck, landing a final kiss on your temple, a long, lingering one that relaxes you.

"Want some back rubs too?" He offers.

You nod and try to verbally respond to him, "Yes, please."

Minho gets comfortable on the bed, offering his arm as your pillow and putting his other hand on your back to give your back, slow, circular rubs.

"Feeling better now?"

"Yes," you weakly reply.

As a token of gratitude, you press a kiss on his lips which he eagerly returns, the hand that's rubbing your back stops moving as he focuses on kissing you back.

He's always been a passionate kisser but something about his kisses feels so gentle than he usually is. Even the way he holds the side of your head, he's doing it so tenderly as if you would break if he holds you too hard.

As your lungs run out of air, you pull away from the kiss and smile, "Thank you," you tell him again.

He pecks you and wipes your lips with his thumb after, "I've never seen you crying in pain like this, honey," he says.

He pecks your lips again, longer than his previous one, "That worried me so much."

You put your hand across his chest and cling to the front of his shirt, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry for being in pain?" He asks, placing a soft kiss on your forehead that your heart sank with how much love he poured through the kiss.

"For making you worried," you reply.

Minho continues rubbing your back and smiles at you, "just don't do it every day," he jokingly says.

You smile at him and he immediately kisses you as if he wanted to catch that smile with the kiss.

"You can rest now," he says when he lets go of the kiss.

"Okay, but..." You put the heating away because it's getting too hot under the duvet that you're sweating.

Minho laughs seeing the beads of sweat on your chest, "then how about the cramp?"

"It's still painful but... manageable?" You answer with an innocent smile.

He cracks a laugh and holds you down to let you lay on your back by putting his hand on your stomach, "let's do it like this," he says.

You look at him in curiosity as to what he's trying to do and watches as he lifts the camisole you're wearing, exposing your stomach.

Instead of your back, Minho starts rubbing his hand on your abdomen.

"Right here?" He asks for the source of pain.

"A little to the left," you inform.

He moves his hand to the left and glances at you for confirmation, you confirmed with a nod yes.

"Go away, you cramp," he playfully mutters close to your ear, making you giggle while watching his hand placing slow, steady rubs on your abdomen.

He kisses you more with his hand and doesn't stop moving, alleviating your pain with every gentle stroke of his hand on your stomach.

"Does it go away now?" He asks after a moment.

"Not quite," you lie just to see what he's going to do next.

As if he wants to make you laugh more, Minho goes down until his head rests so close to your stomach and places a kiss there.

"look, I'm happy that the period meant she's not pregnant but can you not hurt my girlfriend?" He speaks to your abdomen, scolding it more like.

Your body is shaking with laughter as he keeps speaking to it, "you've made your point so you can stop it now," he scolds it more.

"She's trying to sleep so please, stop!" He finishes.

You tangle your hand in his hair and tell him, "I think you've done a great job!"

"Does it stop?" He asks.

You nod, "Yeah."

"Okay, good," he says and returns to his spot on the bed, putting his arm under your head again.

You snuggle close to him, turning his head so you can kiss him, "how did you do that?"

He nonchalantly shrugs and smirks, "Lee Minho, the period cramp reliever," he proudly remarks.

You burst into another wave of laughter and maybe Minho knows it better that laughter is the best medicine.

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