The Boyfriend Vibes Are High

the boyfriend vibes are high

Recharging Kisses - Lee Minho

Pairing: Lee Minho x gn!reader

Genre: fluffy

Summary: minho needs some extra loving as he has been preparing his comeback

Word Count: 804

Warning: n/a

Comeback season can be pretty tough for Minho. The constant late night dancing sessions, recording and re-recording schedules, days long music video shooting, and schedules upon schedules upon schedules. There was a routine for these hectic days. Wake up at 7AM, have a busy day, and come back around midnight or 1AM. He wishes this season of time was less busy, but in order for everything to be perfect, it had to go this way.

He can’t help but feel bad for his poor fiance at home who barely sees him. All he hears them say is, “Have a good day at work… Let’s get you to bed… I love you, goodnight bubs.” He felt like such a bad partner who can’t be home for his lover.

Thankfully, today was finally a day where the only thing they had to do was interviews. However, by the end of the day, Minho is drained. The constant same questions, being in the same room all day, only moving to change seating positions, go to the bathroom, or have a quick bite to eat. With it just being interviews, he is actually able to come home for dinner for once.

Minho enters his shared apartment to smell an amazing home cooked meal. He instantly scans his eyes over to the kitchen to see you jamming out to your music while cooking. A slight smirk creeps on his face. He loves to see you happy. He quietly sets down his backpack and takes off his shoes. With soft steps, he creeps up behind you. He looks over your shoulder to see what you were cooking: spicy chicken with rice and kimchi. A simple yet comforting meal. He then carefully wraps his arms around your waist. This causes you to slightly jump since you didn’t know he was home yet. “You scared me a little,” you chuckle.

“Sorry,” Minho mutters into your neck. Your heart flutters at the affection you have been missing.

“Aw, it’s okay,” you smile. You set down the fork and knife that was in your hand to turn around to face your partner. You snake your arms around his shoulders to give him a nice, warm hug. “Welcome home, my love.”

You play with the ends of his hair. You know how hard he has been working lately. You feel so proud of him, yet you also feel so bad for everything he has to do to prepare for a new comeback. He loves his job, and you know that. But sometimes you can’t help but think every now and then that it’s too much for someone to handle.

Before wanting to turn back to finish plating his meal, you place a sweet, soft kiss on his cheek. You go to turn around, but the arms around you tighten. You smile at Minho’s clinginess. Your lips meet his cheek again before attempting to continue what you were doing. “One percent,” Mihno sighs.

Giggles escape your throat at Mihno’s words. “What?”

“I’m at one percent,” he says, taping his cheek. You roll your eyes and peck his cheek a few more times. “Hmm, three percent.”

“Minho!” you giggle into his neck.

“What? I had a long day, and I need recharging. Only your kisses can recharge me!” he exclaims.

You smirk at his explanation. You love this side of him. He rarely admits that he needs some love to feel better. He normally likes to play a guessing game where you have to figure out what he wants because he won’t say it. Since he is so tired, he is vulnerable to saying what he wants.

“Whatever you say, bubs,” you say before peppering his cheek with more kisses. Your lips move all around his face: his cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere but his lips.

You look at Minho to see a smile plastered on his face, “Hmm, 75%. I am almost at full battery.”

“I think I have an idea to get you to 100%,” you say.

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Close your eyes and find out.”

He follows your instructions to close his eyes. Once his lids are shut, you delicately place your lips onto his. Your hands cup his cheeks to bring him a little closer as if he wasn’t already close enough. Light kisses like this show the love you have for each other. They are pure. It makes both of your hearts flutter with love. These kisses had all kinds of different meanings. Some kisses were saying ‘I love you’. Some were saying ‘I’m sorry, but I’m here now.’ Some were saying ‘Thank you.’ Words he has a hard time expressing sometimes, but you can feel them in his kisses.

After several kisses, he pulls away to kiss your cheek. A final ‘Thank you’.

“100% completed.”

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kiminis

2 years ago

—Something of yours he keeps with him.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i don't really know what this is tbh, i just got this idea a few weeks ago and just now found inspiration enough to finish it. i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts on it<3

《 Bang Chan — Your beanie 》

"You want me to give you my beanie?" Chan read out loud in his studio, tilting his head as a smile parted his lips after having read that question on the Vlive chat. "No, sorry" he was quick to say to the camera, a small laugh escaping his mouth. "This is my new favourite beanie! I'm never letting go of it".

A louder laugh made its way out of his lips as he read Stay's reaction to his teasing answer, even though he was not really joking at all.

Chan had come across this beanie one morning at your place, when you refused to put a coat on since it would ruin your outfit, regardless of it being freezing cold outside. He had taken it upon himself to look for something in your closet, and ended up noticing this particular black beanie pretty much forgotten at the back of it.

One look was all it took for him to claim it. You hardly ever wore it anyway, and it went well with his go-to colour palette when it came to clothing — that being black.

It was something he could easily incorporate into his daily outfits, and to carry a piece of you with him while at it.

He had never worn it on a Vlive before, though, and it was fair to say he wasn't expecting people to actually comment on it, since it wasn't very different from any other black beanie he owned. Nevertheless, he could not hide his bright smile the moment it was brought up.

"Where did I get it?" Chan read after a few seconds. "Um… It actually belongs to someone very special to me and I kinda… stole it? So..." he giggled. "I can't really help you, guys, sorry".

He cleared his throat as he began scrolling through the comments.

"I'm still gonna call it my beanie, though".

If you were watching this, he knew you were asking for it back just to annoy him. But he would stick to his word. It was pretty much his by now anyway.

《 Lee Minho — Your phone case 》

It was no news that Minho loved his cats with his entire heart. So much, that he had kept a phone case with stickers of them for years — all of their faces being nothing but a blur by now, which he refused neither to take off nor to replace, claiming he could still recognise every single one of them.

But it was also no news that Minho loved you, and carrying something of yours with him at all times was something he would not pass up. Something subtle, that no one would really think was yours. Something only the two of you knew about.

A phone case seemed just perfect.

You had changed your phone last month and the old phone case you had been using for the past year was now forgotten inside one of your drawers. That is until Minho found it one day while looking for a pen in your room.

He had joked around for a while about how you had betrayed him by getting a new phone and no longer having the same one as him, therefore, as soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of the flowery phone case lying in the darkness, he knew it was finally time to let go of his precious old one.

"Is that a new phone case?" Han had noticed during dinner a few days later.

Minho smiled, proudly showing it off to his curious members. "Yeah, I guess you could say so".

"Never thought you'd drop your beloved cats stickers over some meaningless flowers" Hyunjin taunted with a smirk.

But Minho only laughed it off, shaking his head and placing his phone back down on the table before he could stuff his mouth with some more jajangmyeon.

Yeah, the phone case was nothing special, and he would even fight you about his cats' one being way superior —plus he was sure he would just get new stickers of them to put on it—. But it was not meaningless. This one used to belong to you. This one felt like having you with him at all times, and he would choose it over any other a thousand times.

《 Seo Changbin — Your scarf 》

"Here comes the fashion icon" Chan announced as soon as Changbin made it into their studio that night.

"What do you mean?" Bin wondered, dropping his gym bag by the door so he could take his coat off.

"The scarf," Han pointed out from his chair. "Everyone thinks you're making some kind of statement by now".

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Changbin stared down at the pastel pink scarf wrapped around his neck, deciding to leave it on for a little bit longer instead as he walked up to his friends and took a seat next to them, so they could get started on producing.

It was winter and he owned no scarves. You had lent him yours one particular ice cold night after having hung out all evening at yours, so he wouldn't freeze nor would catch a cold on his way back to the dorm. It was very cozy. And cute. And it smelled like you. So, naturally, he just hadn't given it back. He probably would once spring arrived, or maybe he just wouldn't. Not like you were complaining anyway.

He hadn't thought much of it, he was just happy to have something of yours with him — especially if said something managed to keep him warm. That's why he was surprised, to say the least, to hear what his friends had to say.

"People are saying I look cool then?" he asked with a rather smug smirk.

Jisung dramatically placed his hand on his shoulder, not being able to contain his laugh. "I'm not sure if 'cool' is the right word, hyung".

Changbin's smile was instantly erased — a serious semblance taking over his face instead as he turned his hand into a fist and pretended to hit Han, whose laugh only turned louder.

Not like it matter how he looked like anyway, for he wasn't taking it off anytime soon.

《 Hwang Hyunjin — Your picture 》

"Ah, I forgot my wallet at home" Minho confessed right as their turn in line came, palming every pocket on his outfit while looking for it.

"So convenient," Hyunjin rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket to get his wallet out. "I got you".

Opening it so he could take his card out, he was surprised by Minho snatching it from his hands. He didn't think much of it, however, letting his hyung check his wallet out as he was too busy paying for their coffees.

"Aww, our Hyunjin-ie is such a hopeless romantic, isn't he?"

Hyunjin's confused eyes travelled back to Minho, panicking when he saw his right hand holding up the photo booth pictures of you he kept in there.

"Yah, careful with them" he snatched them back right away, staring intently at every bit of the pictures, as if looking for any possible damage his simple touch had left.

Minho didn't try to suppress the laugh that had escaped his mouth over Hyunjin's dramatic reaction, taking the credit card the cashier was handing back and shoving his friend away from the ordering line.

"I get that Y/N looks great in them, but don't you think you're being a bit too dramatic?"

Hyunjin squinted his eyes at him, reluctantly letting Minho take the pictures once again in his hands so he could take a better look.

He was really not being dramatic. Not at all, according to him. For not only were they his favourite pictures of you ever, but they were also taken the day you had officially started dating, and therefore had a special meaning to him.

He remembered how you had happily dragged him into the photo booth as soon as you had seen it from afar, and how the two of you had not stopped giggling the entire time. He remembered how you had pulled him into a loving kiss for the last picture, and how once you were done he had begged you to take some solo pictures for him to keep in his wallet and have with him at all times.

Half of the couple pictures were on his wall, and the other half were on yours, but these ones were sacred to him. They were all his, and he'd be damned if anything happened to them.

"Time's up," he blurted out, taking the pictures from Minho and carefully placing them back where they belonged. "Don't look at her too much".

《 Han Jisung — Your hoodie 》

"Did all the rest of your clothes go missing or something?" Changbin asked as soon as Han made it to the living room.

"What do you mean?" he questioned with a frown, taking a seat down on the sofa next to his hyung.

"This is the third time in a row you wear that hoodie this week".

Jisung looked down to the plain black hoodie he was wearing, the one he had taken off only to sleep in the span of the last three days. And that itself was a lot to ask of him — the only reason he'd take it off being so he could wear it all over again the next day, otherwise he would not have let go of it at all.

Truth was, it was one of those weeks when it came to his anxiety, and the group's schedule did not allow him neither to stay at home nor to go to you for comfort. So, wearing the oversized hoodie of yours he had snatched from your closet last year before going on tour —and which he had oh-so-conveniently forgotten to give back— was the best way to go.

He knew it might sound ridiculous, considering it was literally a piece of clothing and it no longer smelled like you, but somehow it managed to make him feel like you were right there with him, helping most of his demons go away as you embraced him in your comforting, familiar arms.

"I just like it" he mumbled, shoving his hands into the front pocket.

That hoodie alone gave him the peace of mind he so badly needed. It wasn't the cure, of course, but it helped him get by. And he would wear it one week straight if he had to.

《 Lee Felix — Your perfume 》

"Do you have Y/N hidden here somewhere?" Chan joked the moment he entered Felix's hotel room.

"I wish I did" Felix laughed, going up to get some water for him and his hyung. "Why?"

Chan shrugged, sitting by the edge of the bed and taking the bottle Lix was offering him. "Smells like your room back home, which smells like her".

"I mean," Felix couldn't hide the shyness on his face. "I brought her perfume with me and sprayed some of it on the pillows last night, so…"

Seeing the look Chan was giving him right then, he decided to say no more — instead chugging the water down as he felt his cheeks burn up in embarrassment.

It wasn't like he had bought a brand new bottle of your perfume to bring with him, he was not insane. You were starting to run out of that perfume of yours he loved so much and he decided to get you a new bottle… and keep the one with little to none of it so he could bring on tour with him and spray around —or straight up wear— whenever he missed you.

Then again he always missed you, but he was really trying to control himself from using it all and inevitably having to go and buy a whole new bottle of it.

"So that's why you were smelling like her for an entire day last week?" Chan laughed incredulously. "I thought she had stolen the shirt you were wearing before the tour started or something".

"Nah, the scent doesn't stick around for that long. I was just wearing her perfume".

"You're whipped," Chan giggled, earning a shy laugh from Felix. "But at least you smell nice".

《 Kim Seungmin — Your necklace 》

"This isn't what I had in mind when I told you you should try another necklace out" Felix confessed as soon as Seungmin made it back into the living room.

Seungmin had never really been into jewelry, until he met you. Well, he still wasn't into jewelry that much as a whole, but he did love with everything in him the necklace Felix had suggested for him to go change.

It was a silver necklace with a single, small butterfly hanging on it. You had worn it on your first date, he remembered very clearly — the way his breathing had stopped the moment he saw you, still managed to send shivers down his spine. It was funny how he had been so goddamn nervous back then, and now this necklace alone was enough to make him feel at ease.

That's what you had given it to him for, after all — Seungmin had been very nervous the night before one of their biggest gigs, and you would not be able to be there for him, so you gave it to him so you could still be there with him somehow.

He just never gave it back afterwards, and he would wear it every single time they had an important schedule. To the point Felix had started to hand him some of his own jewelry so he could have something else to wear and change things up a little bit.

But Seungmin didn't want other jewelry. Not at all. He just wanted to wear your necklace, regardless of it not being very fashionable of him.

That's how he had ended up currently wearing two necklaces that morning. The one Felix had given him to change into, and yours, which he had refused to take off.

Felix's eyes let him know just how much disbelief he actually was in, only to then shake it off with a small snort and a pat to his shoulder. "You're whipped".

A shy smile parted Seungmin's lips as he brushed it off. If wanting to carry with him something of yours during the craziest days meant he was whipped, then yes, he totally was.

《 Yang Jeongin — Your hair tie 》

"Anyone have a hair tie I can borrow?" Hyunjin asked from the middle of the practice room, helplessly trying to keep his long hair out of his face.

"Ah, I used to have one but I don't know where I left it" Felix lamented, going up to check inside his bag anyway.

Jeongin remained sitting down with his knees pressed to his chest, arms loosely resting over them as he mindlessly played with the baby blue hair tie he had borrowed —not to say stolen— from you a good while ago, back when his hair used to be longer.

You were having dinner at yours one night and his hair would not stop getting all over his face every time he tried to slurp down his noodles, so at one point you had reached for the hair tie on your wrist and gently tied his hair into a rather short ponytail — one that had you gushing over how cute he looked and earned you a blissful peck from him.

He could only remember wearing it once or twice to actually tie his hair after that, any other time it would act as a bracelet instead. By now, it was fair to say it was his lucky charm he could not go anywhere without.

That's why his heart jumped the moment he heard Seungmin next to him let everyone know, "Innie has one!"

"What?"

"Oh, thank God," Hyunjin sighed out of relief, increasing Jeongin's panic as he came closer. "My hair is driving me crazy".

"Wait, no" he pulled his arm to his chest, holding onto the hair tie on his wrist for dear life. "It's not a hair tie".

Seungmin snorted, gently pulling at it. "What do you mean it's not a hair tie, it clearly is".

"I mean it is, but it's not…" he exasperatedly tried to explain, having to take a deep breath to collect his thoughts. "Y/N gave it to me. I'll see if I can find something else for you to tie your hair with".

Had it been any other item, he would've let them borrow it right away. But there was just no way he was giving his precious tie away.

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kiminis

2 years ago

i wAnt this, man 😭

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kiminis

2 years ago

ENHYPEN REACTION.

. . to making tiktoks with you

req — hello! how about doing tiktoks with enhypen imagine?

listen to replay by shinee

「 heeseung 」

that apple bottom jeans dance trend

it definitely takes him like five seconds to learn and then he gets mildly frustrated when you keep messing up. and he’s like ?? y/n?? you move your arms and then i move mine and we’re done. like c’mon. and you’re like: it’s harder than it looks okay mr. professional dancer 😠😠 and tbh you have a itty bitty tiny fight about it, but the tik tok is filmed and heeseung feels bad for making you feel bad.

“i’m really sorry for saying that you weren’t trying hard enough,” he pulls his cutest puppy eyed look to make you forgive him. “you’re honestly not that bad of a dancer. ow! okay, okay, okay, a great dancer!”

「 jay 」

giving your boyfriend your hand to see what they do with it

holding the camera in one hand, you reach out the other one towards your boyfriend. jay is on his phone, trying to figure out the chords to a song he’s learning, but he looks up, finally noticing the hand you’re holding out and immediately his brow furrows in confusion.

“what?” he asks, laughing at little. “what am i supposed to do with this?”

and he just picks up your hand and shakes it around a little. you don’t say anything, trying not to laugh. he’d probably smack you with your own hand.

「 jake 」

calling your boyfriend by their first name instead of a pet name

“hey, jake? can you bring me my water bottle?”

“yeah, sur—,” he’s like half way out of his seat when he pumps the breaks and hits you with a look that’s like half 🤨 and half 🥺.

and you’re like: what?? 😇

and he goes: what did you just call me 🙂

you: your name?

jake: never again. i like my nicknames 😠

「 sunghoon 」

rating your boyfriend throughout the day (this audio)

he literally is just minding is business and you’re following him around with your phone for the entire day. it goes something like this.

stretching before practice. 2/10 great self care but where is the attention for me??? 😠

dance practice 🕺🎶 10/10 you’re doing amazing sweetie 😚

buying me food after practice 1000/10 we love a man who knows his place 😌

mildly frustrated with me for filming his every move. tried to take phone away. -50/10 😒

gave me kisses and agreed to watch the addams family with me in bed. 1000000/10

「 sunoo 」

texting your boyfriend, “my boyfriend is gone, you can come over.”

he’s immediately confused and also concerned. like i just know this poor baby would one hundred percent fall for this, hook, line, and sinker. i mean we all saw him during that one live with jay and that whole you can’t breathe through your nose with your mouth open thing LMAO the dude is gullible.

y/n, 3:54 pm: hey, my bf just left. wanna come over?

sunoo, 3:54 pm: y/n???

sunoo, 3:54 pm: what are you talking about

sunoo, 3:54 pm: who was that supposed to be for

sunoo, 3:55 pm: Y/N

sunoo, 3:58 pm: *missed call*

“sunoo, i was just kidding!” you admit after he calls you for the second time. “it’s a tik tok trend.”

“…”

“please don’t ever do that to me again.”

「 jungwon 」

telling your boyfriend he has to hide because your “boyfriend” is coming over

you rush into your room, grabbing jungwon by the arm and pulling him over towards your closet. “dude, you have to hide!”

jungwon is immediately so confused, but he kind of goes along with it, letting you push him into the closet without much resistance. “what? why? y/n, what’s going on?”

“my boyfriend is coming! you have to hide!” you stifle a giggle as you shut the door on him and wait.

it takes a couple of seconds to fully hit him but suddenly jungwon pushes the door open, poking his head out in confusion. “wait, who’s coming?”

「 ni-ki 」

giving your bf a spoonful of your cooking, but you put a bunch of salt in the spoon first

“hey, ni-ki, try this for me,” you hold out a spoonful of the soup you’re making (the weather is extra cold today, perfect for a nice, warm bowl of soup). “i can’t tell if i’ve seasoned it enough.”

ni-ki’s entire face scrunches up when he tastes the spoonful of soup, which is so salty he actually starts coughing. “i think that’s enough!”

he doesn’t notice anything is off until you start laughing and then he realizes that you were just messing with him and laughs too. but know that he is definitely plotting his revenge.

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kiminis

2 years ago

hyunjins BDAY live

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kiminis

2 years ago

★ when you wear another members’ hoodie

enhypen x fem!reader. fluff.

word count: 982 warnings: n/a a/n: like, reblog, and follow for more; THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <33 this a present to you all i love u guys sm mwah thank you for reading my works :]

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kiminis

2 weeks ago

Bakugo, but his sex drive sky rocketed when you both got together and he doesn’t realize it.

“Here. Drink.”

“Mm.” Was all you were able to mumble out from your face being smooshed into the pillow.

Your body was already growing in soreness and your little blonde firecracker could tell, he rolls his eyes playfully at your starfish figure, littered in pre developed hickies and your decorative blanket covering only what’s between your legs

He takes a sip of the cold water bottle he took from your mini fridge to sit beside you back on the bed, “Y’ still with us or what. I wasn’t even that rough this time.”

“I know, but you have to count this morning too when you had me damn near do the splits on the wall.”

“You said you wanted to try that move next time I ate your pussy?!”

“Yeah well.” You groan rolling over, his hand touches your side while guiding you to sit up and take his water bottle, “Didn’t realize I’d be in that position for 4 minutes.”

“Yeah…you usually cum within like 2 and a half when I eat—“

You cover his dirty mouth and sip the drink, it felt like your body was already getting cooled down from the inside you gulped it for a few more seconds, “Shut up.”

It was a comfortable silence, you threw your head back on the headboard to focus your thoughts again. You knew Bakugo had stamina like a mad man but the way how he’s able to get so viscously pussy drunk and the moment he cums he’s able to just get up and walk around like it’s nobody’s business concerns you.

He just had you face down a few minutes ago, crying out and hollering his name and now he’s just staring at you with a soft look of love

….and possibly lust because his eyes wandered back down to your breast and back to your neck. You couldn’t see him do it, but you definitely could feel it.

He leans in to suckle your throat, peppering quiet kisses to pull you closer. You eventually felt his warm hand slide between the wet mess between your thighs, gliding against your clit to make you shriek and clench your legs as a reflex.

“Hey!” You giggle at his ministrations, but firmly grasp his hand, “Again?”

“Only if you want to. Figured you wasn’t sleep right after so….”

It was really a surprise to you Bakugo was more than willing to have sex back to back and so much with you once you both started doing it, it’s almost all you two do when you have free time together if you aren’t training or studying. You’re not complaining at all, but it definitely was something you giggle thinking about.

“What?”

Your thoughts resurfaced and he quirked his eyebrow up in confusion almost breaking into a laugh without you, but still curious, “What? Spit it out.”

“I don’t know…I just never pegged you for a guy that liked to have sex this much.”

Almost immediately his cheeks burned a tinge of red, eyes widening he sit back and crosses his arms in a pout, slightly embarrassed at the realization, “Just because I never fucked anybody, but you doesn’t mean I’m a fucking prude or something.”

“Of course you’re not. I just…assumed after we had sex the first time you’d only wanna do it like…once every two weeks or something.”

The look on his face was pure confusion and offense.

“Every t—- so you think I’m a fucking prude???!!”

“I don’t!”

“You do, —-TWICE EVERY MONTH ARE YOU INSANE?!”

His tone was annoyed and offended you couldn’t help but to laugh even more, but he seriously was confused as to why’d you think that. I mean have you seen yourself ? He can’t get enough??!!

“Well excuse me for wanting you. God forbid a man loves his girl.”

Hearing his voice gravel and wear down you stop your laughter to look at him, he tries looking the opposite way, but you knew from how he side eye’d you he was just being dramatic.

Using the bit of strength you had left you climb on top of him. For a moment you admire his scars and flushed body, the way his chest practically turns into a deep cleavage when he crosses his arms, his sharp jawline, the veins.

Hell, you was happy as fuck he loved to fuck you. Look at him.

“That’s not what I meant. Growing up you always were so focused on being a hero, that seeing you doing anything but is….fun to see. And im happy I’m the one to bring that fun side out of you.”

Still looking away you cup his chubby cheeks, thumb rubbing against them and you kiss his forehead, he looks up at you, “If you think I’m only with you for the sex you’re wrong, dumbass.”

“I know. Sex is just a plus. You remind me that everyday we are together.

Though he was still a little pissy about your twice a month comment he pulled you closer, chest to chest, “yeah? I feel the same way, and the whole reason why I started having consistent sex with you is to catch up.”

“Catch up?”

“Yeah….we dated for 2 years and never done it…gatta make up for it.”

“Baby we been having sex for 3 weeks straight, 5 days a week.”

“So.”

“We started having sex almost 4 months ago.”

“SO?! Jeez if you don’t like fucking then tell me.”

“Oh no…pfft I love when we do this. You make pretty faces when I ride you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Nah…but can I fuck you?”

You didn’t let him respond back, you just kissed him again, before adjusting your body to grind against his already growing erection again.

“Damn nympho.” Bakugo wanted to retort again, but it was broken up into a strained groan when you started stroking his dick.

“Takes one to know one.”

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" 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆."

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As the glistening rays of the sun illuminate your cozy room, your eyes travel from the brightly lit curtains to the unmoving sleeping figure laying on your bed. The figure of the man you love the most in this world, the man whose beauty is matched with the divine heavens, the man who gives you a taste of paradise without even you having to die for it. His messy hair covers his forehead and drags as much as to his puffy eyelids, and you can’t help but smile when you see his soft cheeks and pouty lips in his sleepy state. He’s so damn adorable, and you don’t need reality checks everyday to know that, no matter what, your heart will always belong to him.

“Hee?” You gasp lowly, ruffling his fluffy hair with your fingers and bringing your face closer to his to remind him of his loving morning call. It was late into the morning and yet, your boyfriend was peacefully occupied in his dreamland, hugging the pillow that smelled like home. Hugging the pillow that smelled like you.

“Wake up baby. I’ve already started making breakfast for you. You don’t want them getting cold, do you?”You pout displeasingly, the comment making his eyes squinting half open, but only to remain shut again.

Heeseung searches for your hand and when he grabs one, he intertwines his fingers with yours and kisses the back of it lazily. “Three more minutes.” He remarks sheepishly, before rolling over and falling back asleep again.

Considering how beautiful he looked while he slept, like a pretty doll and an irresistible man at the same time, so cute yet so dangerously handsome, you wanted to keep holding his hand forever. But when you realize your pancakes left on the stove that needed your attention, with a sigh you let go of his warm hands and return back to the kitchen with a small smile. No matter how tired he was, hee would never forget to start the morning without giving you a sweet morning kiss.

After what feels like fifteen minutes, as you stir the scrambled eggs, heeseung joins you in the kitchen but before you can turn to steal a glance of his heavenly face, he wraps his secure arms around you and encloses you in a warm back hug. With his chin resting on your shoulder and nose grazing the crook of your neck, he whispers against your skin with his raspy voice.

“Good morning my sweetheart.”

Titling your face to meet his eyes after he lifted up his head to meet yours, you hear the loud drumming of your heartbeat and feel your heart be cloaked by the thousand, fluttering butterflies. The same sight of his beautifully carved face and deep, dark brown eyes yet everytime you look into them, you can’t find your way back into this world again.

Pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, you return his gesture by fumbling a “here, good morning kiss for you” shyly that causes your boyfriend to chuckle.

in a heartbeat, he turns you around and cases you in between his arms from the front, resting his hands firmly on the counter, while turning off the stove behind you in one swift motion. The act gets you surprised and before you finish your sentence as to what he was plotting, you surrender with the feel of his sweet lips pressed against yours.

hee presses his lips inside you with unwavering passion, tucking his tongue inside you to explore your sweet and addicting taste, and now rests his hands possessively on your hips, pulling you closer into the kiss. The kiss was both heated yet subtle, the way he pulled away momentarily to look into your eyes and giggle with his angel voice, landing a few gentle pecks before busying his mouth in between yours again. When you feel his hands crawling up to your stomach and tugging at your fabric, it is then you travel back to your senses and realize what your morning breakfast was turning into.

“What are you doing baby?” You pretend to shove him away from you slightly, making sure not to meet your flustered gaze with his intimidating and romantic one. “We’re supposed to have breakfast right now.”

“Hmm..” heeseung dotingly tucks the strands of your hair behind your ears before humming back in your direction. “Breakfast can wait. But my love for you can’t.”

That’s about all you hear because there’s no space for your futile protests when his lips joins your again in an instant and you’re already being carried in his arms, your legs thrown tightly around his torso and him lifting you up towards your bedroom. When you feel the warmth of your bedsheets under you, you soon reunite with another warmth that’s hovering on top of you- the warmth that quenches the thirst in your soul- the warmth of your angel you so dearly love, your heeseung.

In a second, his mouth leaves to burn its imprint on your skin, on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead and as soon as you feel him drag his chin down towards your neck, you know you’re overcome by a pleasure that you can’t resist anymore. The wetness of his tongue swirling against the sensitive space in your neck and clavicle causes you to shiver, and your plea is heard when you feel him grin against your supple skin as his hands explore beneath to unbutton your shirt.

Making love. Yes that’s what it feels like. To be completely bare infront of him, only to be admired with fawning adoration and each part of your body caressed and handled with love. As if you are a goddess and he worships your existence, he mumbles I love yous and praises with each kiss. With each time he tastes you, the one he will never be tired of. The way his hands and tongue explore you in places you know only he can reach. To connect with him in the closest way possible and be one- only to feel complete in the most fulfilling way possible.

“You’re the prettiest girl I know.” He confesses with a gasp, his eyes never leaving your naked body, an evident form of dumbstruck love plastered in those gentle eyes. He kisses your forehead in a soft motion and takes you inside his arms, your head buried on his chest where he nuzzles your hair and you are entertained by the rhythmic melody of his heart beat.

Cuddling. So many moments of bliss of your bodies pressed into one another, of a thousand shy and love filled glances and thousand laughter and smiles. But it only takes one loud growl of your stomach to realize how late it is in the morning and how you’ve left those poor scrambled eggs and pancake unfinished on the stove.

Laughing and hurrying back to the kitchen, you prepare your meal to start your day and soon enough, heeseung accompanies you in the kitchen to gather the dishes and serve food on the plate. He fills your matching glasses with juice, the ones with bear patterns on it that he got for you both because he thinks couple items are a necessity. That’s the thing about him. He might be a 21 year old man at size, but he’s a big baby at heart.

You don’t even have to pull the chairs of your dining table to have the food you made, because by the time you look back to check where your plates have disappeared to, you see the dishes lined up in the tea table that heeseung moved infront of your bed. Humming his favourite song, he places everything one by one on it with delicate hands.

“Heeseung why did you bring everything here?” You chuckle, raising an eyebrow at his unknown excitement.

“Thought this chair would be the most comfortable for you.” He smirks before pointing to the newly found space in between his legs. You giggle, giving in to his cuteness and rushing to the new space you adored so much.

He feeds you the pancakes you made with his own hands and you take turns to feed him instead. Spilling food, laughing, sneaking a few kisses in between and tickling eachother, only to realize how much you love the domesticity in your relationship and how you want more cherishing yet simple moments like this in your life with him. It’s as if he was the missing piece of your puzzle you’ve been looking for all your life, and with him, you were finally complete.

In between trying to get romantic and pass you your glass of juice, he clumsily knocks over the syrup bottle with his elbow, that causes him to make a face of disbelief and embarrassment. Seeing his flustered face and obvious but failed attempt to erase the embarrassing moment, you laugh out loud.

only to feel his hands wrap around you tighter and his lips to whisper something against your ears that causes your heart to melt right then and there.

“You are the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and it only took your laugh to realize that beauty was the least of you.”

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🄰/🄽: 𝖠 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋? 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 ^~^ <𝟥