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What breed is this?

a/n: inspired by @hyunjinx42 (specifically this), suggested by @arestoucries

-as you sink down on his c*ck after a long day of work- @hyunjinx42

Just a short little something something to try break feed the absolute chokehold Railway Chan has us all in. Inspired by @hyunjinx42, suggested by @arestoucries. As always, smut under the cut, minors dni.

Content warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, ancient vine references (just the one, let me know if you found, I made myself laugh and then I couldn't take it out). 1.9k

I accidentally posted this earlier today when I was still working on the draft 🤣 this is the complete version, so if you were disappointed earlier hopefully this will make up for it

T a k e a S e a t

You know exactly what Chan wants when he sits down in that chair. 

Tie loosened, hair mussed, eyes dark as he looks you over like a cat eyeing the most delicious bowl of cream.

“So, you were watching me all day.” 

“Of course I was watching you. It was your MV shoot.” You keep your voice light, but the intensity of his gaze is making you tingle all over. Not to mention the hint of the devil in his smile, quirking the corner of his mouth.

“Well, I was watching you too. Come here.” He beckons you over, that familiar come hither motion of his fingers sending a strong jolt of arousal to your belly and your mind straight into the gutter. 

It might just be because he's been playing a vampire all day but you feel powerless to resist him. Walking towards him, and that chair, like a woman hypnotised.

That devil's smirk spreads as you move into arms reach, shivering as he reaches out a hand to stroke your leg. Just the inch of bare skin, above your knee and below your skirt.

“Did you choose this outfit just for me, sweetheart?”

This outfit being a not-quite-knee-length pleated skirt, a silk shirt buttoned up to the neck, and what the fashion magazines might describe as a smart casual blazer. It's giving “slutty schoolgirl meets business casual.”

Had you chosen this outfit especially for Chan, knowing about his purity kink and the fact you'd be in his eye line but just-out-of-reach all day?

You bet Chan's sweet ass you did. 

And he knows it too, knows it in the way you shiver as he lightly runs those fingers, a barely there feather touch, up your leg. Under your skirt. Slowly, closer and closer to where all that want is bubbling in your gut.

“I thought so. Such a tease.” Under that playful tone there's something low, something dark. Something that makes itself known when scrapes his nails back down your thigh, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that you know if you were to look there’ll be five red lines marking your flesh. Dragging his fingers away from where you want them, where you need them, taunting you with a smile that tells you he knows how your cunt is clenching over nothing.

“I wasn’t the only one watching you though, was I?” Marking. He’s fucking marking you. 

“Channie…” 

“That’s not my name.” 

“...Chris?”

“Not today sweetheart.”

Oh. Oh. 

Oh boy.

“...Daddy?”

“Good girl.” His voice is all low and growly, and he tugs you forward by your knees until you’re standing astride his lap and hands are running up the backs of your thighs again, alternately stroking and scratching as he smiles up at you. 

“Do you even know what you do to me? What it’s like having to pretend you’re not mine. Having to watch guys like that following you all day, flirting with you, eyefucking you, and not being able to do a damn thing about it?”

Ah, so that’s what this is about. Chan is jealous. You were training the director's new PA today, some guy who’s name you’ve already forgotten. And Chan is jealous. 

As if he isn’t the most gorgeous man on the planet, a professional wet dream, and your long term boyfriend who’s been dicking you down dumb for the last 4 years. 

And if he wants to talk about unfairness, let’s talk about work. Watching him film that scene today, in this very chair, where an orgy of dancers were writhing on him. In fucking handcuffs. And he was sitting there with that look on his face. Yes yes, work is work, and acting is acting, the hazards of dating an idol etc etc…

But watching your man sit with a crowd of strangers slithering on his lap, that special expression on his face you only see when you’re sinking down on his cock after a long day of work, in that goddamn chair…

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” The question is innocent, the look in Chris’ eyes is not. He's completely Chris now, all signs of sweet Chan gone, replaced by the hungry, almost feral creature that likes it when you call him daddy. “Are you thinking about all those dancers from earlier, sitting on me, touching on me…”

“Yes, Daddy…” you whisper, blush creeping across your ears. It's like he's staring right into your soul, reading your thoughts and revelling in how you put up no resistance. He can invade all your private places and you let him, you're an open book to him

“Did it drive you crazy?” His voice is a low whisper, heavy with lust and wanting. “Did you want to come and sit on my lap instead, come and claim what's yours?"

You're too turned out to speak, your voice a whimper rather than words. “Daddy… don't tease…”

He smiles slowly at you, reaching up your skirt and slowly dragging your panties down your thighs.

“Then come warm this cock my love. Daddy's been waiting all day.”

It's almost musical, the sound Chris makes as you sink down on his dick, somewhere delicious between a moan and a grunt. It's almost too much, the way he stretches you. You cling to his shoulders and hide your face in his neck as you whine, nipping at his neck as you desperately try to ground yourself.

“Mmm… so good…” Chris has his hands on your hips, guiding you until you're settled on his thighs, his cock fully sheathed inside you. “Such a good girl. So perfect for me.”

He's almost too big to fit, your pussy stuffed fuller than full, at it's absolute limit. Teetering on the cusp of what feels good and what doesn't.

He's mercifully gentle, running his hands up your back, stroking your skin in slow, soothing circles.

“You're doing so good, baby. Just relax, relax for me baby.” He hisses when you lean a little more forward, mewling into his neck into his neck and holding him tighter as the change in angle causes your pussy to spasm and stretch, barely able to bear it.

“I want.. I…”

“What do you want, babygirl?” Concern creeps into his turn, worried that maybe his dick is too big, maybe you’re not enjoying it. “Am I hurting you? We can stop if it's too much.” He presses kisses into your hair, brushing some out of your face as he tries to look you in the eyes.

“No Daddy… please don't stop. You feel… so good…” Chris sighs in relief, stroking your face tenderly. “Will you… will you…”

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”

“I can't… I want…” You shake your hips lightly, barely moving but Chris' dick is stretching you so full it feels as intense as if he was pounding you out, hips snapping as he tried to fuck you through the mattress.

Chris makes a strangled sound, the drag of your velvety walls almost driving him to madness.

“What do you need, babygirl.” His voice is hoarse with the effort of holding still. “Just tell me. Tell me baby, please, you're driving me mad…”

“Daddy,” your voice is almost a sob, “Daddy, please… It feels so good. You feel so good, inside me…” Chris has to bite his lip to keep from swearing at how good you're making him feel. He loves is when you talk dirty.

“Baby, if you keep saying things like that…”

“Breed me, Daddy. Please. Please.” Chris presses a shaky, kiss to your lips, gentle and tender, trying to distract himself from how every single muscle in his body tenses up and he's pretty sure his balls just turned blue.

“You sure…” He has to be sure, has to check, before the last strip of his sanity is stripped away and he loses control.

“Please Daddy. Breed me. Claim me. Make me yours… please.”

“Okay baby, okay.” He starts moving, gently, rolling his hips slowly, tantalisingly, doing his best not to go too fast or too quickly. “Daddy’s gonna breed you, okay? You're so tight baby…”

He's not sure what's gonna explode first, his heart or his testicles.

It doesn't take long, every tiny thrust driving both of you closer to the edge,Chris closing his eyes and urgently trying to think of something unsexy. Socks with sandals. Being called “Bang Channie”.

That one weird nude Han accidentally sent him at Christmas. What the hell was he doing with all that BBQ sauce on his titties?

But not even deep philosophical musings on the strange behaviour of Han Jisung can distract Chris from how you've started to bounce on him, your pussy finally adjusted to his cock enough that you can ride him a little, thighs tight around his waist.

He almost loses it, when the little gasps and moans spilling from you get so loud he has to muffle them with his hand. No badly how much he wants everyone to hear how good he fucks you, you're still supposed to be keeping this a secret… Definitely not fucking on stage props quickly relocated to a nearby dressing room. Thank fuck the door locks.

But then you bite his hand, losing control of your sanity and bouncing on his dick like a rabbit, whining, so close to cumming but you just can't quite reach it by yourself.

The sting of your teeth on his fingers pushes Chris over, all restraint gone, hands snapping to your hips as he bucks up into you, holding you still so he can pound your pussy.

He feels you coming undone on him, your pussy spasming, clenching, sucking his dick in deeper until he could swear he's pressing against your cervix.

It's not until you collapse in his arms, shaking, trembling, that he finally gives in and lets himself cum. And he cums hard, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your pussy twitch, milking his cock until he's got nothing left to give.

Balls empty, dick aching, cocksore and thighs shaking, Chris holds you close, his seed dribbling out as his cock starts to soften inside you. You both moan when it finally slips out completely, clinging to each other tightly as you both come down from your respective highs.

“I think… I think we might have ruined the chair, Channie.” You giggle as you look up at him, all blissed out and happy.

“Oops.” He shrugs, before leaning forward and brushing your noses together in an Eskimo kiss. “I guess we'll just have to smuggle it home.”

You rest your head on his chest, happy and sated. Eevelling and how quickly Chris can switch back to Channie, all cosy and cuddly and sweet.

“So…”

“So?” Chan is already starting to look sleepy, all fucked out and giddy. He tilts his head at you like a curious puppy, like he didn't just fuck you into th fifth dimension.

“...are you still gonna try tell me the song is about trains?"

Chan blinks, and you can see the cogs in mind turning as he tries to figure out what trains have to do with anything that just happened.

He flushes bright red when the penny drops, eyes going wide, mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a good comeback. In the end he just hides his face in your neck and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like a whiney “shut up”.

You laugh and snuggle down in his arms. He groans, knowing you're gonna tease him about trains once the post orgasm contentment passes.

That's what he gets for being a liar.

Okay, I'm just about happy with this one. This isn't even the No Thoughts/Hard Thoughts fic, but apparently I have breeding kinks on the brain. Oops. Hope you guys don't mind two in a row. In other news, Channie’s big dick problem is the subject of another fic. Yay size kink? Anyways, thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are so much appreciated and motivating and stuff, let's enjoy this highly educational science gif of Channie to end the post:

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Galanthus Girl

Genre: schoolboy!Chan, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Character: Chan

Word Count: 1.5k

"Hi."

Y/N looks up in mild surprise; her fellow classmate's cheerful smile looks down at her, and if she's not mistaken, his cheeks seem flushed.

Must be the cold.

"Hi," she replies simply. She's not sure what else to say - she doesn't think she's ever spoken to him properly. He always seems so busy with his crowd of friends … and honestly, she finds them all a little intimidating.

Of course, that hasn't stopped her from falling head over heels for him.

"What are you doing?" Chan asks before crouching down beside her. His shoulder brushes her arm and she jumps, almost losing balance from her crouch.

"Taking pictures of the snowdrops," she says, pointing to a little cluster of mint green hidden beneath a thin layer of sparkling frost.

Chan leans closer, his gaze following her direction. His eyes soften when he sees the new blooms. "Did you know the Greek name for Snowdrops is Galanthus? It means milk flower."

Y/N looks at him in surprise. "You know Greek?"

"A little bit," Chan chuckles softly. "Did I impress you?"

Y/N nods. "You did."

"Good," Chan says. "That's what I'm trying to do."

Caught off guard, Y/N fully loses balance and lands backwards on her backside. The concrete is cold below her and she shivers, immediately scrambling to her knees.

"Are you okay?" Chan smiles; he reaches out and gently helps her back into her previous position, his hand warm at the small of her back. "Be careful … the ground is like ice at the moment."

He looks around, and spotting a rogue snowdrop away from the other flowers, Chan points towards it. "That flower is lonely."

"Poor thing," Y/N laughs softly. She doesn't expect him to do anything about it, so when he reaches out and gently plucks it from the frozen grass, she blinks at him in surprise.

The tips of his fingers grow red with cold as he carefully brushes the frost off of the petals, and after making sure there's no creepy crawlies hiding in the middle of it, Chan leans towards Y/N. He nestles the stem through her hair, tucking the flower into the small gap between her bobble hat and her ear.

Y/N is so surprised that she stares at him as her mouth slowly drops open. Her cold nose flushes further as Chan sits back again, observing his work with a satisfied smile.

"Now it has company," he says, rubbing the nape of his neck. "The flower met another flower."

Suddenly realising what he said, Chan's eyes widen and he covers his face with his hands. He screams through his fingers before hurriedly getting up to his feet, embarrassment flooding through his body.

"That was so cheesy," he says, rubbing his face. "I'm so sorry."

Then he runs away, muttering under his breath about going too far.

Staring after him in bewilderment, Y/N inhales slowly. She has no idea what just happened in the past five minutes, and thinking she was hallucinating, she reaches her hand to touch her hair.

The flower is still there and she exhales shakily. The boy has left behind a small mud stain on the concrete beside her from his trainers, and a faint cloud of sweet, boyish cologne. She shuts her eyes, wishing she could capture this moment in a single picture.

But after taking a shy selfie documenting the snowdrop in her hair, she realises there's no way she'll be able to truly capture this memory. The picture doesn't portray the cold temperature, nor does it show how fast her heart is beating under her padded coat. It also doesn't hold the scent of Chan's cologne that now seems to linger amongst the flower and her coat from where his hand rested against her back.

She swallows and slips her phone away into her pocket. She had begun to think this field trip was a complete waste of time; tracking up the biggest hill in their city only to come to a mud encased field seemed more underwhelming than she had thought.

But now she wonders if perhaps the stumbling boy with his flower has completely redeemed the trip for her.

Brushing her coat down, Y/N stands up and sets down the path again. She soon finds Chan pacing around like an old man near an equally old looking tree. He rubs his red hands for warmth, and Y/N only just realises he's not wearing a jacket; in fact, he's not even wearing a jumper, just a very thin looking t-shirt.

"Aren't you cold?" Y/N asks him.

Chan jumps as she approaches. His eyes melt when he notices she hasn't removed the flower, and his heart grows warm as he offers her what he hopes is a casual grin.

"Of course not," he says cheerfully. His words cause white clouds to emit from his mouth, which he bats away with a hand. "I'm okay."

Raising an eyebrow, Y/N reaches out and touches his hand with her fingers; his eyes widen at the contact, just as hers widen at how icy his skin feels.

Without hesitation, Y/N unzips her huge coat. She then pulls it off of her and walks towards a baffled looking Chan, before draping it around his shoulders.

"Here," she says, motioning for him to slip his arms in the sleeves. "I always buy oversized clothes so this should fit you."

"Hey, wait, no," Chan shrugs it off and tries to put it back on the girl, but she retaliates by quickly wrapping it back around him, mischievously zipping it all the way up with his arms stuck inside.

"You look like a burrito," Y/N giggles as Chan's eyes fall shut, a smile spreading across his face. "You can't get out now."

His hands fluttering out beneath the padding, Chan sighs. "But now you're cold."

Y/N shakes her head. She points to her huge hoodie. "I have three layers under this. I'm fine. You, on the other hand … why didn't you bring a jacket?"

Chan waddles closer to her as he smiles sheepishly. "I left it on the bus. And the bus went before I could get it."

Then he looks down. "Can you free my arms please?"

Giggling, Y/N nods. She unzips the coat and holds the sides open so Chan can slip his arms into the sleeves. He shivers with delight, nuzzling his nose down into the coat as Y/N zips it back up for him.

"You're so lucky we have the same bus on the way back," Y/N says. "Otherwise you'd have lost that coat for good."

"I know," Chan chuckles. "Stupid me, right?"

Then he playfully whacks Y/N on the arm with his sleeve. "Shouldn't the guy be the one to give the girl his jacket?"

Y/N smiles at that. "Sure. But one problem … you don't have one."

"I'll make sure I have a jacket next time then," Chan giggles, his cheeks flushing red all over again.

Y/N bites her lip. She resists the urge to throw herself at him and hug the life out of him.

"Hey Y/N?" Chan asks suddenly.

"Hmm?"

The boy looks down at his shoes. "Do you … um … maybe want to go on a date? Some time?"

Y/N stares. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it wasn't that.

All her words fly away at that moment, and she continues to stare at him blankly.

"It's okay if you don't want to … " Chan says, growing quiet. He laughs nervously. "I know I'm … pretty weird."

"No," Y/N shakes her head adamantly. "I … I'd love to go on a date with you."

Chan's eyebrows shoot up into his hair. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Y/N suddenly grins, and she covers her face with her hands. "I've had a crush on you for ages."

Chan's eyebrows seem to completely disappear as he stares at the girl in shock. "Are you joking?"

"No," Y/N says.

Chan suddenly groans. "Why didn't you ever say anything? I didn't think you liked me … you never speak to me."

"Because your friends scare me," Y/N whines. "And I didn't think you'd want me to talk to you … you're so popular. And I'm not."

Exhaling slowly, Chan steps closer to her. He shakes his head slightly before reaching out and closing his now warm fingers around hers. He laces his fingers through hers, holding her hand securely in his soft grip.

"You're so silly," Chan whispers, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he squeezes her hand. "I've liked you for ages. And my friends are the ones who always tell me to come talk to you … but I get shy."

Y/N looks down at their entwined hands. She can't help the huge smile spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkle and crinkle as she looks up at him.

"Looks like we're both silly then," she says.

Chan chuckles and nods. "Make sure you don't wear a jacket the next time I see you, okay?"

"Why?"

"So I can give you mine," Chan laughs, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I'm so embarrassed right now you have no idea."

Y/N doesn't know what else to say; instead she leans closer to him, and softly kisses his cheek.

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Boyfriend Texts 4 - SKZ OT8

Synopsys: text from bf!skz when they are drunk.

Warnings: none, I think?

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midnight mistakes.

summary: in which you accidentally delete something on chan’s laptop and he does not take it well.

genre: ANGST

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your favorite part of the week was sunday evening. your boyfriend was going to pick up dinner, you had just gotten out of the shower freshly waxed and washed, and now you were lounging around in chan’s hoodie on the living room searching for something for you to watch while you waited for chan to come home.

you mindlessly scrolled through netflix in a daze until you heard your phone ping. you grabbed it off of the coffee table and immediately, your heart sank. it was a notification informing you your final paper was due at 9 p.m.—10 minutes from now. you knew you definitely finished it, but you must've forgotten to turn it in. you sprung off of the couch and ran into your bedroom, rummaging through your backpack to find your laptop. you found it easily—turning it on, however? the ancient relic you called a laptop was definitely dead, and you didn’t have the time to wait around, especially since you still had to make edits before turning it in. you groaned in frustration, chucking the laptop back into your bag before shooting up and making a bee line for chan’s laptop. surely your angel of a boyfriend would understand, right?

chan’s laptop whirred and turned on in no time. you quickly typed in his password and held your breath as it unlocked. you ignored the tabs chan had open and immediately went to work, logging in and editing at lightning speed. your fingers cramped and hurt but you paid it no mind, continuing to rapidly proofread your work before finally turning it, just a minute before time was over. you were proud of yourself, patting yourself on the back for being able to make a deadline with only a ten-minute notice.

breathing out and stretching your back, you groaned and crossed out the window, only realizing after the fact that you had closed the tabs chan had had opened. you gulped nervously, hoping you didn't close anything important. chan wasn't the type to leave anything unsaved open anyways. you convince yourself to feel secure in the excuse, ignoring your anxiety and wandering back to the living room couch. you resumed your mindless netflix scrolling, settling on a show chan had recommended you caught up on so you could watch it together. you turned the show on and got comfy, knowing you had hours of binging ahead of you until chan got home.

but before that, you found yourself knocked out on the sofa some time between the third and fourth episode you managed to watch. you yawned, being woken up abruptly by the beeping sound of someone entering the door code. you lazily pushed the hair out of your face and got up to meet your boyfriend at the door.

he smiled tiredly as you appeared in front of him, opening his arms to invite you to a warm hug. you stumbled into him immediately, breathing in and relaxing against him. he pulled you in to his embrace tightly, humming contently before kissing the top of your head.

"were you sleeping, baby? it's only 11, though?" he mumbled into the hug.

"not a fan of that show you wanted to watch together," you yawned, making him laugh, "why are you home so early, though? wasn't expecting you for another couple hours." you questioned, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from him to look him in the eyes.

"I have some work to do at home," he said, "and I missed you, obviously." he chuckled sheepishly as he hung his jacket up on the coat hanger. "oh, do you know where my laptop is? I'm gonna need that."

"bedroom. I-I used it by the way, mine was dead, hope you don't mind." you chuckled nervously. you hated using things without asking first, and especially with things that were as important to the owner like chan's laptop was to him. and the way his face grew impossibly paler at your mention of using his laptop only made you even more anxious.

"n-no of course I don't, but you didn't close any of my tabs...right? you couldn't have, right?" he questioned hopefully, rushing to the bedroom with you hot on his trail. you felt like screaming, crying---anything that would lessen the pit of guilt growing in your chest. your breath was shaky as you stayed quiet.

"chan, I'm so sorry. It was an honest mistake, I swear." you whispered, feeling small and useless. even if it was an honest mistake, you knew it was a big one by the look of sheer panic and devastation rippling across chan's face.

"no no no no, y/n, no! this is due in a week, I spent months on those tracks! so many sleepless nights, and for what? I don't even have anything to show for it!" he yelled in frustration, discarding his laptop by tossing it onto the bed and away from him so he wouldn't break the thing.

"I'm so so sorry." you squeaked, not knowing what else to say. tears welled in your eyes and you flinched as chan groaned angrily and dropped his face into his hands.

"just leave please. I can't look at you right now." he said solemnly.

"w-what?"

"get. out." he gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists before releasing his breath.

"chris, it's so late, where do you expect me to go?" you asked meekly, suddenly feeling incredibly small in the face of his anger.

"y/n, please. I already have so much more on my plate now thanks to you, and you being here is only reminding me of how we got to this point and it's pissing me off more. so please," he turned to face you and spat with a pained look in his eyes, "leave. now." he rubbed his face and turned his back to you.

"I understand you're angry and need space. but if you're really telling me to leave our apartment this late at night just because you're angry," you gulped and took a deep breath to prepare your own heart for the next words you were about to say, "don't expect me to come back." your voice cracked. you waited for chan to turn around and stop you, but he only turned to his side to grab the headphones sitting on the desk next to him. it felt like he'd just abandoned you in that moment, leaving you with no choice but to keep your word.

you didn't think twice, turning to leave, not even bothering to grab your things or even a jacket, running out of your apartment building before finally letting yourself cry. the fresh spring rain came down sprinkling around you, making you shiver and leaving your skin uncomfortably sticky and wet. you walked quickly to the only place you knew you could go right now as midnight approached, not once turning back to see if chan had followed you out, knowing in your heart that when he sat down to work, nothing could distract him. not even his girlfriend---his partner and best friend---walking out on him.

pt. 2 coming soon!

IMAGINE getting a dog with Bangchan

It has always been Chan’s dream to raise his own dog. With the two of you having shared a flat for almost a year now and enjoying the time together immensely, you’ve decided that the moment has finally come. You also love dogs, and since both of your birthdays are in October, you decide to make it a joint birthday gift. After careful consideration, you decide on a little rescue puppy, a curious small girl whose breed is somewhat of a mystery but whose huge dark eyes immediately stole your heart.

It’s the day before Chan’s birthday – because you want him not to suspect anything – and your new flatmate and you are playing on the floor of your apartment. The puppy has a small bow attached to her collar, and she seems delighted, trying to chase it.

When the both of you hear keys turning in the lock, your rescue wags her tail in curiosity before bounding over to the door to meet a new friend. Oh well, there goes the chance of her becoming a guard dog. Chan’s shout, “Baby, I’m home,” is cut short when your puppy rounds the corner. You can’t see the two of them from your position in the living room, but you can hear Chan pausing. “Oh my gosh,” he says lowly. “And who might you be?” He apparently drops his backpack before his voice raises a whole octave. “Who are you, my gorgeous little girl?”

You can’t wait any longer, so you get up to peek around the corner. Chan is on the floor, almost at eye level with the little dog, and his smile is better than you could have imagined. It’s just as happy and pure as when he looks at you. He is baby-talking at the little dog and scratching her belly, and the dog seems to have ascended straight to dog heaven.

“The shelter named her Astronaut because she’s such a little explorer. I like it.”

Chan glances up at you, and his dimples deepen as he beams at you. “She’s ours?” he asks breathlessly, his happiness dominating both of those syllables.

You can only nod, needing to clear your throat, moved as you are by his reaction. “Happy birthday to us,” you whisper.

In a second, he is on his feet, lifting you up in a hug, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you fiercely, putting all his happiness and appreciation into the gesture. “God, I love you,” he breathes in between kisses, peppering your face with them. “I love you so much. This is the best surprise ever. I promise I’ll do half of the work and pay should she ever need a vet and-“

You silence him with a kiss. “I know, babe. You’re going to be the best dog dad ever.” You smile at him.

Chan leans his forehead against yours. “Oh God. Are you going to call me daddy now?”

Your smile turns cheeky. “Only if you want me to…” you purr. Chan’s hands find your ass. “Hey, not in front of the baby!”

Your boyfriend glances at Astronaut. “Reckon she’ll be okay for a few minutes without us? I need to show you how much I appreciate my gift.” You sigh. “You nerd.” He pouts. “Okay, sure, but if she ruins anything in the meantime, it’s your fault.”

His smile is menacing as he tightens his grip on your ass and moves you towards the bedroom door. “Oh baby… I’m about to ruin YOU.”