Forever Sounds Good With You (k.s.)

forever sounds good with you ♡ (k.s.)

when life works out in funny ways, blessing you with the sweetest man you could ever dream of ⤷ pairing: seungmin x reader ⤷ genre: established relationship, fluff and more fluff; ⤷ word count: 1.2k + ⤷ notes: the first thing I've ever posted wowow! this is just the fluffiest fluffy little stand-alone drabble that came to life on a particularly calm night shift. I want to give the biggest thank you to the sweetest girls for motivating me to actually post this lol <3 ⤷ masterlist

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As the door opens you step through to your shared apartment, Seungmin’s hand on your back and giggles loose on your lips. Shoes discarded, you walk through the darkness of the living room with him still by your side, making a quick turn for the bedroom. 

“Thank you for coming along with me tonight,” Seungmin says as you make your way into the walk-in closet. 

Tonight had been another instance of the bi-monthly dinners arranged by the boys, with their respective partners in tow. Times have changed since you first started dating Seungmin four years ago. Young boys all living in dorms together, an insatiable appetite for living as the young and dumb should.

As you stand by the dresser removing the jewelry chosen for the night, you feel a presence behind you. His bare chest radiates heat onto your back, his hands sneak their way around your waist, gathering on your stomach as a kiss is placed to the top of your head. 

A warm smile spreads across your lips, feeling nothing but love for the man that has given you hope for the future, “Of course, you know I love meeting the boys.”

“It looked like you had fun,” he says whilst removing himself from you to find your matching set of pajamas.

You nod and look over to the man that makes you believe some higher power might actually exist in this world. Whoever carved him out took their sweet time. “They give me free entertainment, better than any netflix show I’ve ever seen.”

A laugh escapes his lips, as he hands over your pajamas. You make a quick change, the blue shorts and top matching his; both filled with white clouds. You move on to the bathroom and start with your skincare.

As you finish with the last cream, you catch Seungmin’s eyes in the mirror. His eyes look like they hold the whole galaxy as they look back into yours - little do you know the galaxy in his eyes is you.

He is done with his nightly routine before you, but sticks around because this is how he loves to spend his time; just being around you is enough to make his days tenfold brighter. As you brush your teeth, he moves into the space behind you. Soft hands on your waist, his front pressed against your back as his head moves to rest on top of your right shoulder. 

He slowly angles his head, lips touching the little, soft spot he found within the first month of getting to know you. Exhaling as you continue brushing your teeth, you wonder once again how this man chose you; and how he continues to choose you every day. You must have done something remarkable in your past life to deserve him by your side in this. 

He continues to place feather light kisses to the side of your neck, and down towards your shoulder. As you move your right hand to hold the side of his face, you hear a faint mumble.

“What was that, babe?” you mumble with the toothbrush still in your mouth.

“Marry me,”

You could swear your heart stopped beating, breath catching as you look in the mirror for any mischievousness on his features. His mouth left one more kiss on your neck as you bent forward to spit out and finish. Taking a deep breath you slowly turn around in his arms. His hands found a new home on the counter, effectively closing you in his embrace. Thinking this was still one of his stupid pranks, you yet again search his features for any hint of a joke behind his words.

Brown eyes glimmering, they look deeply into yours. The serious look on his face makes you think he might actually have meant what he said. Taking a hold of your hands, Seungmin leads you carefully from the bathroom over to your oversized bed. Your breathing picks up pace as your heart does the same. You must look positively crazy, because the way he looks at you tells you he’s doing everything in his power to not laugh at this moment. 

He sits you down and walks back to the closet. As you stare for his shadow, you think at any moment you’ll wake up from a dream - because this cannot be happening.

He walks back towards you and slowly, but sure enough, sits down on one knee. Once again he takes your hands in his, and despite the dumbfounded state you’re in, you can feel a faint shake in his.

Seungmin takes a deep breath still looking at your hands, not daring to look up just yet, and speaks softly. “I’ve pictured this moment more times than I can count. I have wracked my brain thinking of every possible way I can do this, and do this right by you,”

You try to say something, anything, but all words fall short the second he looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“I love you,”

A simple breath and he continues, “I love you in every possible way there is. I love the way you’ve always fit into every nook and cranny of my life. Like every surface of my life was made for you to come around and fill them.”

Your eyes are filling up with more tears for every word he tells you, and the only thing you know how to do is to softly squeeze his fingers.

“I’m far from perfect. I’m stubborn, and more often than not I can’t articulate how I feel,” the both of you let out small breathy laughs.

“But when I saw you today. Surrounded by my closest friends, I realized that this is what I want.” Your tears slowly cascade down as he lets go of your hand to dig in the pocket of his pajamas. 

“Life with you is simple. Loving you is simple. Every day you take my breath away with the simple fact that you chose me,” as he speaks, Seungmin opens the tiny deep blue box. 

“You make forever seem like too little time to spend with you.”

A choked sob escapes you, one hand leaving his to clasp over your mouth. Your eyes struggle to find its place, switching between his eyes and the ring. The ring he carefully picked out with the help of your closest friend; before your fourth anniversary. It shines beautifully in the dim lighting of the bedroom, almost like a copy of the eyes you seem to lose yourself in every day.

A soft utterance of your name makes you focus on the man right in front of you, “Will you marry me?”

You nod, nearly as fast as the rate at which your heart is pounding. Still not finding the right words, you resort to placing both hands on the sides of his face; pulling him into you.

Like a stellar collision, his warm lips meet yours. Body alight with all the love you harbor for him, you pull him even closer. It takes Seungmin half a second to understand what was happening; but the quick observer he is, he climbs onto the bed on top of you. 

He deepens the kiss, as you move your hand further into his hair. Needing something to anchor you from floating away, you hook your legs around his waist.

Seungmin grabs onto your waist, needing the same grounding before he pulls away from your lips. “So that’s a yes then?” he chuckles into your lips before giving you a short and sweet kiss.

“Yes, Seungmin. Of course I will.”

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⁎⁺˳♡ made for me kim seungmin x fem!reader

summary: "you're the love of my life" kinda sex with pleasure!dom seungmin

word count: 2.1k words

author's note: this ask has taken over my brain and I've had a slow day at work so here we are – have a full fic of utterly whipped, soft!dom Seungmin. this got SUPER sappy, but I hope not too much so

warnings: porn without plot but lots of feelings; dirty talk of the loving kind; unprotected p in v sex (don't do it & pee after sex!); fingering

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Your softness is all Seungmin can feel, think about, sense. The real world is slipping from focus, and he’s surrounded by you, you, you.

You’re all around him; underneath his fingertips where they’re unsteadily brushing against your skin, caged underneath his body where he has you pressed against the sofa, in between his lips where you slip your tongue into his mouth until he’s dizzy.

The warmth of you seeps through his shirt where his body is resting on yours, your soft legs on either side of him, pulling him closer and closer.

He’s hard. Has been since you sighed into his lips, pulling him closer by the back of his neck like he couldn’t be close enough.

He knows you can feel where it’s pressed against your thigh, a matching heat radiating from between your legs, and he feels like he can taste your arousal in the air. The tangy sweet taste of it makes his hip grind into your leg once to alleviate a bit of the pressure, before he slips his hand under your shirt, splaying it over the soft slope of your waist. Your body arches into him as if instinctively, and it thrills him, how responsive you are. It makes you feel so much more real. He struggles with it sometimes, realising you’re really his.

“Seung,” you breathe out, and his heart skips a beat when your voice breaks ever so slightly at the end. He wants to give you anything you ask when you say his name like that.

Your hands wind into his hair and your lips become more insistent, and it sets his whole body on fire with want for you. He pulls away from you and his entire body protests, but he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth before he pulls you up. You let him manoeuvre you into his lap without so much as a questioning look, and it makes him smile.

He settles you with your back is against his chest and gently brushes your hair from your neck, before burying his nose in your soft skin and inhaling.

“You smell so good,” he whispers into your skin and winds his arms around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine when he brushes his palms down your waist, up and down your thighs, across your belly, just feeling your body under his hands. He lets his hand trail down the inside of your thighs before cupping your clothed core. You sigh out deliciously.

“Can I undress you, baby?” he whispers. You nod your head frantically.

He takes his time with it, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck as he drags his hands to your waistband languidly, popping the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper. He pushes your pants down and lets you wiggle out of them. Oh, he can definitely smell you now. He indulgently caresses your thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin before gently tugging your shirt over your head, undoing your bra while you’re leaning forward, before pulling you back into his chest and looking down at you.

There’s a deep blush on your cheeks, and he knows it’s because he’s fully dressed, and you’re naked in his lap except for your panties; but you don’t complain or hide, and it’s this trust makes desire pool deep in his abdomen.

“So, so beautiful,” he hums into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

He lets his hands run over your breasts, cupping them gently and rolling your hardened nipples between his thumb or pointer finger. Your head falls onto his shoulder and your legs snap shut with a shiver, rubbing against each other to find some relief.

But he can’t have that. His hands fall from your breasts and come to your thighs, hooking them over his own, so he can spread you open for him, just how he wants. The whimper you let out goes straight to his dick. He moves one hand to palm your breast, the other caresses down the inside of your thigh until he’s cupping your heat again. Your hips stutter into his, and you breathe out a moan. He can feel the wet patch on his palm, and he licks his lips, his other hand pinching your nipple. You keen out.

“Let’s take these off,” he mutters and taps your leg, motioning for you to untangle yourself from him enough to pull your panties down and off, before he spread you out for him again.

You’re entirely naked for him, goosebumps littering your soft skin, your core exposed. He feels himself leak into his boxers.

His fingers find your cunt, and he lets out a shaky breath when he finds you thoroughly soaked for him. His fingertips slide through the slickness, circling your clit, travelling down, dipping just slightly into your entrance. He watches as your hips twitch, listens to the broken whine leaving your lips.

He nibbles at your neck as he slowly sinks one finger into you, and you moan, hand winding into the hair on the side of his head. You’re dripping wet for him, and he spreads you out further with his legs, sinking a second finger into your heat to the hilt before pulling them both out, rubbing your clit lightly.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers into your neck as he sinks into you again. Your back arches and he pulls you closer against his chest, his free hand now going to the other breast. His fingers start pumping into you languidly, the sound of your wetness accompanying every single one of his movements.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asks breathlessly, and all you can do is nod, mewling feebly.

“Dripping, all for me,” he mutters, picking up his speed, and you keen out in his hold, thighs flexing but not closing. He smiles to himself. “How did I get so lucky?”

You turn your head to his, looking at him with the most desperate expression on your beautiful face before leaning forward and smashing your lips into his.

He moans into your mouth, rutting his fingers even deeper into you, angling them slightly until he can feel the spongy spot on his fingertips. You mewl into his lips, your nails scratching across his scalp.

He can feel you flutter around his fingers, your walls clenching down hard, and he knows you’re getting close. You’re rocking your hips into his fingers slightly, rubbing against his bulge with every movement, making it incredibly hard to focus.

“I know you’re close, angel,” he mumbles against your lips, an edge to his voice that he can’t conceal, “are you going to cum for me?”

You nod, and he stares at you lovingly, moving his hand from your breast to your throat, pressing down just how he knows you like, and he feels more wetness on his fingers, your cunt clenching rhythmically.

He presses his palm down, so it drags against your clit, and he watches your orgasm build, your hands clawing at his arm and his thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your thighs shaking, and then you’re falling apart, cumming all over his hand with a choked moan.

“There you go, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pressing hot kisses to your neck as he rides out your orgasm, rutting his fingers deep into you, his composure faltering.

When you’ve gone limp in his grasp, he pulls his fingers out of you carefully, kisses your cheek and scoops you up in his arms. He carries you into the bedroom and places you down on the bed gently, pulling the pillow to sit perfectly under your head. You pull him into your lips immediately, kissing him deeply, and he smiles into your lips. You tug at his shirt until he sits up and throws it onto the floor before coming back to hover over you, your skin on his making him strain against the confines of his jeans. As if you knew, you trail your hand down his chest and rub him. He’s so sensitive at this point, his head falls into the crook of your neck with a groan.

“I need you, Seung,” you purr, “need to feel you inside of me.”

And he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up from the bed to take off his jeans and boxers, shivering when his cock finally springs free. You’re watching him where you’re lying pretty on the pillows, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes roaming his body. He wants to eat you alive.

When he climbs over you now, his hands are harder, more demanding, yet still gentle as ever. He spreads you open for himself again, slowly, pushing your legs back against your sides, running a finger through the wetness and dipping it into you while he strokes himself. His eyes are glued to you; you’re still so wet, your clit all swollen, and if he wasn’t so desperate, he would lean down and make you cum all over his tongue. But he doesn’t have the self-control, not tonight, not when he’s so hard he thinks he might cry.

He lines himself up with your entrance slowly, eyes briefly flicking up to where you’re perched on the pillows, wordlessly asking for your permission. You nod at him, the love in your eyes mixing with desire, and he pushes the head of his cock into your heat.

He stills there, his breath audibly hitching in his throat, his head falling back as you flutter around him. But then he pushes in further and further, his cock pulsing with every inch that’s sheathed in your slick, hot heat and when he’s bottomed out, he groans, looking into your eyes and watching your eyelids flutter when he slowly pulls out and pushes himself in again.

“You take me so well, angel,” he murmurs out, repeating the slow motion. The sensation makes his toes curl. You whine and flutter around him.

“Like you were made for me.”

And he does it again, your cunt pulling tighter and wetter around him.

“You were made for me,” he repeats, continuing to fuck you so torturously slowly he can feel every ridge of your walls moulding around his cock. His mind clouding over with the pleasure that’s blooming in his abdomen.

“So perfect, and all for me.”

You whimper out underneath him, and he leans down to capture your lips in his before he starts rutting his hips into yours, hard. It’s not fast, but it’s deep, the way he bucks into you. You’re moaning wantonly underneath him, eyes rolling into the back of your head every time the tip of his cock kisses the perfect spot inside of you.

“All for you,” you whisper into his lips, and he loses it, hiking both your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he starts fucking into you desperately. You’ve taken over his senses and he can barely think straight with how you’re sucking him in, how you’re touching him like you still can’t get enough. You’re so fucking perfect.

“What did I do to deserve you,” Seungmin babbles out, hips snapping into you tirelessly, broken moans falling from his lips. He kisses you desperately, and he can feel himself barrelling towards a life-changing orgasm.

“Pretty baby, I need you to cum for me,” he whispers, eyes locking with yours. He thinks he can see his entire future in your eyes.

“Sweet baby, cum on my cock, fuck,” he’s so fucking close, “claim me, I’m fucking yours, oh fuck.”

Your nails dig into his back and your head cants back as you fall apart with a wail, your release forming a creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, and he tries to ride out your orgasm, but he doesn’t stand a chance, desperately fucking himself into you, letting you milk him as he spills into you with a broken whimper.

“I’m sorry, I’m not always good with words,” he whispers into your hair after he helped you clean up, and your bodies are tangled together under the sheets. You pull back to look at him in surprise, opening your mouth as if to say something, but he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

“I mean it, I’m sorry I don’t tell you that I love you enough. I’m sorry I don’t hold your hand very often. I do love you, though. More than words can express.”

His eyes, that were glued to your intertwined hands during his monologue, finally lift, and he finds you smiling at him.

“I know, Seung,” you say gently, “I’ve never doubted it. Just because you love me in your own way doesn’t mean you don’t love me.”

He’s speechless for a second, tears pricking at his eyes as he looks at you, the smile on your face so peaceful, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. You looked like you meant it.

“How did you find me? Thank God you found me,” he mumbles hoarsely, before he pulls you closer and kisses you with everything he has.

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Love Lessons

Genre: husband!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: self hatred (Chan)

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.8k

"I wish I looked like him."

Bewildered, Y/N turned to look at her husband. Chan was looking at the TV a little wistfully, a sad smile on his lips as he studied the actor depicted on the screen.

"He's so handsome … " Chan continued with a sigh, and he leaned back into the sofa in slow defeat. "And have you seen his body? He's so … big."

Y/N blinked. She moved fully so her body was facing his, and she reached out to take his surprised face in her hands. "Well, I'm very glad you don't look like him. I'm attracted to you, not him."

Chan was confused. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you attracted to me … ?" Chan's voice came out in a whisper; it wavered and cracked towards the end, and Y/N bit her lip.

She had a feeling it was one of those days. One of those days where her husband hated himself more than anything. One of those days where her heart broke over and over again in her attempts at trying to get him to see what she could see.

But she'd never stop trying. Not until he could finally learn to love himself even a fraction of how much she loved him.

"Because you're beautiful," Y/N smiled, caressing his cheeks. "And I love you very much."

Chan frowned. He didn't seem convinced; but then again, he never did. "But … I'm ugly."

Y/N considered saying "no, you're not" or "don't say that" … but something in the back of her mind told her not to. She decided to try a different approach, one that hurt her a little more than she wanted to admit.

"Okay," Y/N nodded softly. "Let's say you are ugly."

Chan was taken aback; his eyes widened as he stared at his wife.

Y/N smiled gently. "If you're ugly, does that mean you deserve less love than anyone else?"

Her question hit him harder than he thought it would. He blinked slowly, and he began to shake his head.

"No," Y/N murmured as she shook her own head along with him. "It doesn't. Do you remember what you used to tell your fans all those years ago?"

Chan bit his lip.

"'It doesn't matter where you're from, it doesn't matter what country you're in'," Y/N quoted as Chan's eyes began to glisten rather brightly. "'You deserve love. It doesn't matter what you are, what you chose to be, you deserve love,'."

At that, Chan couldn't help the tears that began to drop down his cheeks. Smiling up at him with her eyes full of love, Y/N wiped the tears away with her thumbs as she pulled him a little closer to her.

"I know it wasn't exactly about looks," Y/N said. "But I know for a fact that if someone was hating themselves back then because they thought they were ugly, you'd have immediately told them they deserved to be loved."

Looking down at his lap, Chan shut his eyes tightly. He hadn't expected this; he had no idea his musings would result in his wife's words bringing the tears out of him.

"Why are you any different, hmm?" Y/N gently caressed the nape of his neck; his hair had begun to curl up there, and it was soft, so incredibly soft that Y/N couldn't help but feel sad. She didn't understand why her husband hated himself when there were parts of him that were so dear to her, that she had no idea what she'd do without them.

"Who are you to not love yourself?"

At that, Chan spluttered; the hems of his shorts had ridden up his thighs, and they now glistened as fat tears splashed onto his skin like sad fireworks.

Y/N let him cry; she rubbed his back and kissed his hands until he was finished. When he looked up at her with red eyes, she almost felt her heart physically shattering into smithereens like glass.

There was so much pain and self loathing painted in his eyes … the eyes that felt like home to her, the eyes that calmed the depths of her anxious soul on the most terrifying of nights. She was shocked that such beautiful galaxies could hold such hatred; hatred that was directed at himself.

She found it terrifying yet beautiful that the eyes that looked at her with such love were the same as these ones; hard, cold, and full of pain.

"Okay," she whispered, reaching out to slip her fingers onto his again. "Okay. Let's go through this. What is it exactly that you think is ugly about you, baby?"

"Everything," Chan whispered. "Everything."

"Everything is a very big word, my darling," Y/N smiled. "I don't think even you hate everything about yourself."

She knew him well; the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, and she couldn't help but inwardly smile even bigger.

"Okay, let's try this instead … you love me, right?"

It was remarkable; Chan's eyes immediately softened at the question, the sparkle that was so familiar to Y/N appearing in his pupils.

"Very much," Chan hummed.

"What is it that you love about me?" Y/N asked.

Chan smiled. "Everything."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She leaned forward and kissed the man on his cheek. It was wet and fever hot, and she wiped the traces of tears away with her fingers again.

"Well … you believe in soulmates, don't you?"

He had no idea where this was going, but he nodded; he had said countless times since meeting her that he felt as though their souls were extensions of one another.

"If we're soulmates, then that would mean we share bits of each other, right?" Y/N asked.

Chan pondered this. He nodded slowly.

"If bits of you are in me, and bits of me are in you … " Y/N whispered, running her fingers over the backs of her husband's hands. "If you hate yourself, wouldn't that mean you're also hating bits of me?"

Chan's eyes suddenly widened. He seemed at a loss for words; he had no idea if what she was saying was scientifically correct or not, but he suddenly didn't care. The thought of him hating her, indirectly or not, was too much for him to bear.

His eyes suddenly flooded with tears all over again.

"Baby … " Chan whispered, dropping his face into his hands. Tears spilled through the gaps in his fingers as his body shook in front of his wife.

"Do you know one of the reasons why I began to love myself?" Y/N continued.

Chan shook his head.

"I started seeing pieces of you in me. The more time we spent together, the more I fell in love with you … I realised we were so much more similar than I thought was possible. And I thought … how on earth am I supposed to hate myself when so much of me is like you?"

"Y/N … " Chan was crying loudly now; his face contorted with pain as he gulped, his entire body shuddering. He didn't know what was going through his mind … all he knew was that he had never loved anyone as much as he loved the woman in front of him.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Chan pulled Y/N into him; he closed his lips over hers in a warm kiss, one that made Y/N's own eyes prickle with emotion as she shut them. She kissed him back, her lips gently caressing his. She was telling him something that no amount of words could ever say, and fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, and onto hers.

Y/N sniffed as she kissed her husband. She suddenly remembered reading about how people who didn’t love themselves couldn't love others; she couldn't help but feel that that was wrong. She had never felt as loved by anyone as she had by her husband. He loved her fiercely, passionately, so much so that sometimes she forgot he was even capable of hating in the first place.

She knew that people said it was impossible to love a broken person. She didn't think that was true. Difficult, perhaps.

But never impossible.

"You're beautiful to me," Y/N whispered now as she cupped his cheeks. "You're always going to be beautiful to me."

Chan nodded against her; her earlier words had flooded through him like a shock wave, and he suddenly felt incredibly guilty towards himself.

I was something he had never experienced before. He didn't quite know what to make of it.

"Whether you're ugly or you're not," Y/N said, her face breaking into a smile as she nudged her husband playfully. "Which you're not. But ugly or not, your body works so hard for you everyday. It does its best for you so you can eat and so you can walk and so you can talk and just … be alive. Don't you think it deserves a little bit of love for that?"

"Yeah … " Chan hiccuped. He leaned forward and Y/N immediately scooped him up into her arms. She held him tightly, gently rocking him as he cried into her shirt with an urgency that made her feel as though hundreds of little needles were piercing through her heart.

"I know you're always dissatisfied with your body and the way you look … " Y/N whispered against his shoulder. "But no matter how much your body changes, you're always going to be dissatisfied if you don't truly love yourself. You could be the strongest man in the world … but if you hate yourself, you'd still find a reason to be unhappy about your appearance."

Chan knew she was right. She always was. She knew him better than he knew himself - she seemed to have somehow crawled into the depths of his mind and addressed the thought that constantly berated him throughout the day.

He knew he'd never be satisfied with the way he looked. He also knew there was only one way to go about fixing that.

Perhaps it was time he actually tried.

"You're right," he whispered, sniffing as he rubbed his cheek against Y/N's neck. "I know you're right. You're always right."

"This isn't about me being right, baby," Y/N smiled as she kissed his cheek. "I just want you to be happy in your own skin. I can't make you happy … but I can hold your hand and be right here while you do it for yourself, you know?"

Chab nodded. He nodded hard, and when he pulled away from his wife again, his face began to glow with a small smile.

"Aw, look at that," Y/N laughed quietly as she kissed his smile. "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

He flushed; his nose turned pink and instead of denying the compliment like he usually would, he grinned.

"Thank you?"

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Hands to Myself

Chan admires the way you look.... just fluffy nonsense really

Smoothing the sides of red satin down your thighs, you sighed to yourself. This was the first time in months that you felt comfortable enough to wear something form-fitting. Chan had gifted you this dress specifically for your anniversary date tonight.

You remember him holding out the red box with a giant bow on it, smiling wide and proud. As he watched you open it, you could hear his giggles. As soon as you popped the lid and looked inside, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

"Chan... are you sure that this gift is for me?" your eyebrow rose as your eyes met his, a light blush dusting across his cheeks.

"It might be a little bit of a selfish purchase...." he bites his lip as he maintains eye contact. "But it is your favorite color."

You giggled to yourself again as you sat in front of the mirror finally getting ready for the night ahead of you. Chan had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. A beautiful Italian restaurant with a balcony that overlooks the ocean.

You knew that reservation list had to be miles long, and that he had to have started planning this months ago. Picturing your boyfriend frantically calling the restaurant asking for a table made your cheeks bright pink in your reflection.

Finally allowing yourself to look at your figure fully in the mirror, your smile widened. You felt good. The dress melted across your features in a way that almost made you unrecognizable to yourself in the mirror. You turned, admiring the open back and sharp slit on the other side of your dress. You found your lips rising again as you thought about your boyfriend's reaction.

Will he actually like it? Have you hyped up the reaction in your head? You shake your head, not allowing those thoughts to move forward. Instead, you turned and grabbed your clutch that sat on your bed, pulling out a sleek black tube. You popped the lid, unveiling a ruby tint. You applied the plush color to your lips and smacked them at your reflection in the mirror.

Your thumbs lightly grazed the corners of your mouth, cleaning the extra color that fell right under your lips before smiling at yourself once again in the mirror.

"There," you whisper to yourself as you step back.

You turn back toward the door, grab your purse, and put the lipstick back inside. You're halted by a sharp whistle sound. You look up and your boyfriend smiling at you. He's leaned up against the doorframe, dressed in a black button-down rolled up to his elbows and a matching pair of slacks.

"Baby...." He starts, pushing himself off of the door and walking toward you.

You turn bashfully in a circle, spinning back to him with a bright smile across your face. His hands come up to rest against your waist, his lip pulled back by his teeth.

"Do I look okay, Chan?" You almost whisper, somehow feeling shy when met with his gaze.

He laughs, squeezing your sides a bit with his hands. Your eyes dart back up to meet his, seeing his furrowed brow you begin to panic. You let out a sharp breath, causing Chan to pull you in closer to him.

"Baby, you look absolutely stunning," he lets go of your hips, one of his free hands coming to meet yours, lifting it to spin you in a circle.

You giggle as you humor him and twirl once more. He pulls your torso flesh to him as you spin back over. He plants a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips stay there for a moment as he breathes in deeply. He pulls back only for a moment before letting his forehead rest against yours. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I selfishly almost want to stay in tonight," he groans, fingers tapping against your hip bones. "It feels unfair that anyone else will see you in this dress."

"Chan...." your voice wavering as your cheeks grow warm again under his gaze.

He giggles as he maintains eye contact with you, rocking you slowly back and forth.

"Baby, I mean it. You look so beautiful."

"Thank you Channie."

He brings one of his hands up to your chin, tilting his head as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You gasp, moving slowly against him. As you pull away, you see a faint red line on his pink lips. You smile softly, and bring your hand up to brush it away. Chan monitors your movements, feeling his hands tighten on your waist. You finish cleaning his lips and meet him with another smile. He sighs, nudging toward the door.

"Let's go, baby," He says as he guides you forward. "If you keep looking at me like that, we may never leave."

You giggle and nod, walking toward the front door, hand tightly clasping his as you make your way outside.