When You Run Into Your Ex While Youre On A Date With Him | Min Yoongi

When You Run Into Your Ex While You’re On A Date With Him | Min Yoongi

As soon as the bill for the dinner had been paid for, Yoongi had stormed out of the restaurant- with you not too far behind. Your heart began to race as you walked across the parking lot to the car.

The thought of arguing with Yoongi always made you a nervous wreck. The walk had gone faster than you wanted it to, and once you heard Yoongi open his door after unlocking it, you knew you couldn’t avoid it any longer. You hopped in silently seconds after Yoongi did, and once you had your seat belt on, Yoongi was driving furiously away from the restaurant. 

You had been silent for the most part until he almost rear-ended somebody due to how fast he was going. “Slow down!” You exclaimed after the car in front of you beeped their horn at your boyfriend. “Jesus, Yoongi. You’re gonna kill us.” You mumbled under your breath, folding yourself into the seat with your arms crossed across your chest.

“I really don’t want to hear your voice right now,” Yoongi muttered back, gritting his teeth. “And you know damn well I’m not going to let anything happen to you when you’re with me, so stop trying to piss me off. I don’t know what you’re problem is tonight, but I’m sick of the fucking attitude.”

Your jaw dropped, and you let out a sarcastic laugh. “What attitude are you talking about? The only one I can think about is the one I had after you started getting all pissy when we saw-”

“Don’t you dare say his name.” Yoongi interrupted, holding his hand up. “Not in my fucking car.”

His last comment had only made you more angry, causing you to huff and turn your body away from him and towards the passenger door. The ride was silent for a few more minutes, and you were starting to calm down. 

That was until you noticed Yoongi was pulling into your neighborhood. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you sat up immediately. “What are you doing?” You whispered, watching as he made his way around; every turn he made getting you closer and closer to your parents’ house. 

“Taking you home.” He responded. The coldness in his tone and lack of emotions he held in his face only made you more nervous and upset. You looked away from the window to watch his face as you spoke. 

“But it’s Friday,” You said quietly. “I always stay at your place on the weekends.”

“Yeah, well, this weekend you’re not.” He stated quickly, making his finally turn before pulling up in front of your childhood home. Your throat tightened, and your eyes began to water. He had never done this before. The weekends were your thing, and it was something you looked forward to every Friday- getting to go home with your loving boyfriend until late Sunday night. After parking in front of the sidewalk, he leaned back in his seat and turned his head so you couldn’t look at him. 

That only broke your heart even more.

“Yoongi, I swear I didn’t know he would be there,and if I did, I wouldn’t have even brought up the idea of going out to eat.” You tried, your voice hoarse. A stray tear slipped out of your eye, but you were quick to wipe it away. “Please believe me. I promise you I would never do that to you. Yoongi, I love you.”

More tears fell this time, but you were too caught up in trying to get your boyfriend to listen to you to realize. When he stayed silent, you took that as your cue to leave. You sniffled and lowered your head. “I’m sorry for tonight, I really am. I hope you know that.” Silence. Your heart sank, and you turned to exit the car. “See you Monday, I guess. Try to be safe on the way home, please.” You whispered.

Before you could open the door, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you over the console and onto your boyfriend’s lap. His grip tightened around you as soon as you were seated on top of him, his face instantly digging into your neck while his strong hands gripped at your waist. You sobbed the minute your head hit his shoulder, your arms tight around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I’m so, so sorry.” You whispered into his shoulder, your salty tears staining his black button-up shirt he had wore in an attempt to be classy for dinner.

“Stop apologizing, baby, you did nothing wrong. I’m so, so sorry I made you feel this way, and I’m sorry for getting mad at you. I know it wasn’t your fault, I was just so upset. I just got so insecure and worried when he came up to us, because he’s just so-” Yoongi sniffled.

“Just so what? So controlling? So self-absorbed and narcissistic? So disrespectful? So what, Yoongi? What one were you about to say?” You interrupted, pulling away from him so he could see your face.

“But he-”

“He’s not you, Yoongs. You are the one who understands me. You are the one who listens to me without judging me. You are the one who accepts me and every single part of me. Please stop listening to that stupid little voice in your head; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You finished speaking with a small smile, your fingers tapping the sides of his head lightly. Yoongi let out a chuckle and closed his eyes as you leaned down and rested your forehead against his. “I love you, baby.”

“And I love you, sweetheart,” Yoongi replied softly before pressing your lips together in a gentle kiss. “Now get back in your seat so we can get home, yeah?” 

got7 masterlist

mark tuan:

N/A

im jaebum:

N/A

jackson wang:

N/A

park jinyoung:

- You Put Others Before Yourself [A, F]

- Accepting Change [A, F]

choi youngjae:

N/A

bambam:

N/A

kim yugyeom:

N/A

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- When You’re Injured And Don’t Tell Them [A, F, S-ish]

Pregnant | Jeon Jungkook

You stared at the pregnancy test with wide, teary eyes. You couldn’t believe it. You and Jungkook were always extra careful to use protection, so for this to happen didn’t make any sense. Your heart had plummeted into the pit of your stomach, and you felt like throwing up.

How were you supposed to tell him? How would he react? Would he leave you? Would he even want the baby? Did you want the baby?

With your mind buzzing and your heart racing, you fell onto your bed with a sob— the pregnancy test hugged tightly to your chest as you cried. Within a few minutes, you had fallen asleep on Jungkook’s side of the bed with swollen eyes and red cheeks with tear tracks cascading down them.

It wasn’t until you felt an arm wrap around you that you woke up. “Hey, baby,” You heard, making you gulp. “You okay?” Jungkook asked when he felt your body tense up underneath his touch. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and lifted your shirt up, placing his palm onto your bare stomach to rub at it. Your eyes filled with tears, and you couldn’t help but cry. “What’s wrong? Did I do something? Hey, talk to me, honey.”

Jungkook had a habit of rubbing your bare stomach, but with the news you just received a few hours ago, things were different. He wasn’t just rubbing an empty stomach anymore, he was rubbing the stomach that held his unborn baby. The thought made you cry harder, holding the test to your chest in hopes Jungkook wouldn’t see it. “J-Jungkook.” You sobbed weakly, making him grab you and pull you onto him to hold you. “I-I’m so sorry, Jungkook, I swear I didn’t know. P-Please. Please don’t leave me. Please, I need you. I can’t— I can’t do it myself, Kook, please.” You begged into his chest, making him hold you tighter.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? I would never leave you, baby, you know this. Come on, babe, tell me. You know you can tell me anything. I’m right here.” He whispered softly into the shell of your ear, his hands rubbing at your back soothingly.

“No,” You responded weakly. His eyebrows furrowed. You sat up and looked down at him, the test still in your hands. “You don’t understand.”

Your eyes finally met before his trailed down to the test in your hands. His face went pale, and his grip on you got tighter. He gulped and stared at the pregnancy test, mindlessly reaching for it to examine it. “Jungkook..” You whispered hopefully, watching his face as he scanned the test. His hands began to shake, and tears blurred his vision. “Please.. say something.” You sniffed.

Jungkook handed the test back to you before lifting your body up and off of him. You landed on the mattress with teary eyes, watching Jungkook as he stood up. Your heart shattered, and you gripped the pregnancy test tightly. “I’ll be back later.” He said, voice raspy and cracking. You let out a humorless laugh and watched as he grabbed his jacket from the closet and made his way out of the bedroom, leaving you alone on your shared bed.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and sobbed harshly at the thought of raising your baby by yourself and losing your boyfriend of five years. Your hands rubbed at your flat stomach, images of raising a child by yourself popping up in your head. You didn’t want to do this without Jungkook. You didn’t want to live without him, baby or not. He was your home.

Your heart broke as you thought about how easy it was for him to leave you, how easy it would be for him to just move on and fall in love with somebody else as you raised your child.

Hours passed, and you had finally managed to stop crying. Now you were just preoccupied with looking at baby photos on Pinterest, trying to excite yourself and get your mind off of Jungkook. Speaking of which— he still wasn’t home.

Your eyes began to get heavy, and you slowly drifted off to sleep, phone in hand while you stuffed your swollen face into Jungkook’s pillow. You were so exhausted that you didn’t hear Jungkook come home.

Jungkook opened the bedroom door slowly, knowing you were most likely asleep and he didn’t want to wake you up. He had gone to Namjoon’s studio to get advice, but had just ended up sobbing to him and falling asleep on his couch. He hadn’t meant to stay out so late, but he did and he was just glad he made it home before 1 A.M.

He slid his jacket off and let it fall to the floor, not caring about anything but you at this point. He saw your phone was still on and in your hand, and reached for it. His heart stopped when he saw the images of babies fill your screen, and his eyes teared up once again. He sniffed and turned it off, plugging it in before walking back over to you. “My sweet girl.” he whispered weakly, his hand running through your hair before he leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss against your pouty and swollen lips.

He then went down your body, lifting your baggy shirt up. His heart swelled up at the sight of your tummy. Knowing his child was in there only made him more emotional. “My baby. My child.” He whispered to himself, his hands rubbing your stomach. You squirmed at the contact, his hands colder than he realized. You looked down and when you saw Jungkook, your heart raced.

“J-Jungkook? Wh—”

“Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’m right here and I’m never leaving. I’m sorry I left earlier, I just needed to clear my head but I should have just stayed with you and helped you because I know this isn’t easy on you either. I love you, babygirl. I love you and this baby.” He admitted before pressed firm kisses to your tummy. You giggled a little and ran your fingers through his hair, watching him as he continued to pepper your skin with kisses. “My babies. I’m so proud. God, I love you.”

“I love you so much.” You whispered. Jungkook pressed one more kiss just above your belly button before leaning up to place a kiss to your lips. His large hand went to your stomach instinctively, his thumb running up and down at the skin. “Thank you for staying. I was so scared.” You sniffed, your fingers tracing the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Hey,” Jungkook pulled you tighter against him. “I will always stay. You don’t have to be scared anymore, baby, I’m right here. We’re in this together.”

When You’re Injured And Don’t Tell Them | GOT7

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Jackson:

You were walking back home from work the day after an argument with Jackson— refusing to let him pick you up like usual. All of the hurtful words and names used from the previous night came flooding back to you, causing your eyes to blur with tears.

Not allowing them to fall, you wiped at your eyes in frustration and sadness, not paying attention to the stick on the sidewalk in front of you. Your shoelace caught on the end of the stick, causing you to tumble forward. You gasped and fell hard onto the concrete.

New unshed tears flooded your eyes, but this time because you were in pain. You winced and looked down at your ankle, pulling your pantleg up just enough to see the damage. It was starting to bleed and change colors, and you just knew it was going to be a nasty bruise before the end of the night.

You sighed and pulled your jeans back down, forcing yourself up with another wince before walking as fast (and as careful) as you could back home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, you threw your Converse off and waddled your way into the bathroom. Each step you took caused an immense amount of pain to shoot up from your ankle to your entire leg. You got undressed as quickly as possible and went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean your ankle up.

You were so focused on the pain that you hadn’t realized that Jackson was home early. You opened the bathroom door with a groan and your eyes widened when your boyfriend turned around in surprise, in the process of turning the shower on for himself. His eyes softened when he noticed you holding your leg with tears in your eyes. You gulped and tried to blink away your tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were ho—”

“What happened?” Jackson asked softly, walking towards you with concerned eyes. His hands went down to pull at your jeans to see what was wrong, but your hand slapped it away. Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he looked up at you. “Hey, it’s just me. Let me see.”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. My shoes were just too tight on my feet today, that’s all.” You lied, not wanting to worry him or make him feel guilty for not picking you up.

Jackson knew you were lying, but he just let it go since it was clearly obvious you were still upset with him. “Okay,” He hesitated, letting go of your leg to look behind him at the shower. “If you want to get in first, you can. I’ll just get in after you.”

You nodded and watched as he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind himself to give you privacy. You exhaled a sigh of relief once he was gone, throwing your head back. You unbuttoned your jeans carefully, gasping when you saw how swollen your ankle was already.

Nonetheless, you turned the shower on and climbed in carefully, allowing the warm water to wash away the blood from the cut. All of a sudden, the shower curtain flew open, making you gasp and cover yourself up as much as possible. Jackson stood there with a towel around his waist, staring down at your foot and all of the blood swirling around the shower floor, watching it go down the drain.

“Jackson!” You squealed in shock, placing a hand over your chest, your heart beating way too fast. “What the hell are you doing? You said I could shower first.” You let go of your body after realizing it was just your boyfriend, putting your head under the water to wet your hair.

Jackson didn’t reply, only tossing his towel into the hamper and climbing into the shower behind you. “Dude.” You exclaimed, wiping the water from your eyes to look at him.

“Why are you bleeding?” He asked firmly, pointing down at your leg. You looked down and gulped, shaking your head. “Y/N. What the hell happened?” He asked more firmly, walking closer to you.

“Jackson, stop. It’s fine. I just tripped, that’s all.” You replied quietly, looking away in embarrassment. Jackson’s fingers curled under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“I don’t care what happens, and I don’t care if we get into the world’s biggest fight. You never keep these kinds of things from me. Do you understand me? When you get hurt and when you bleed, you let me know immediately. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to help you in times like this.” He spoke quietly and gently, but at the same time he was firm to let you know how serious he was. “Now tell me— are you okay?”

Mark:

You had been dancing around the house to your boyfriend’s playlist he had made for you, singing and jumping like nobody was watching. You spun around the couch excitedly, not meaning for your sock to slip on the hardwood floor and send you straight down. You gasped and tears welled in your eyes as you grabbed your elbow, noticing the blood trickle between your fingers.

You stood up quickly, rushing to the kitchen sink to clean it up. Within a few minutes, your elbow was bandaged and the blood off the floor was cleaned before it had dried. You began to laugh it off, the pain dying down and now becoming something to joke about. You pulled your phone out to call your boyfriend to tell him about the accident, a smile on your face as you imagined the fall over and over again— you couldn’t help but laugh everytime.

“Hello?” Mark’s groggy voice spoke on the other side of the phone, the bass of the speakers loud and clear behind him. Your smile began to fall once you noticed how tired he seemed to be.

“Hey,” You spoke softly. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

Mark sighed heavily, making your heart crumble a little bit. “I’m alright. Just really stressed out right now with this new dance number. I just can’t get it right. I just want to go home and cuddle with my girl, today just sucks ass.”

“I’m sorry baby. Try not to let it stress you out anymore than it already has, okay? Take deep breaths and make sure you’re staying hydrated. As soon as you get home, we can watch your favorite movie and cuddle.” You promised with a smile on your face, the original reason why you called completely slipping from your mind.

“Okay,” Mark replied with a small smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll be home in about an hour and a half, okay? I gotta go, the boys are waiting for me. I love you.”

“Be careful, please. I love you too. See you later, bub.” You blew him a kiss through the phone before hanging up. You looked down at your bandaged elbow and sighed, deciding against telling him since he was already stressed enough. You slid on one of Mark’s sweatshirts and covered your arm up, hoping he wouldn’t think much of it considering you wear his sweatshirts quite often.

By the time he got home and had changed into comfier clothes, he was throwing himself onto your shared bed with a heavy sigh. You pouted at how tired he was, and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay. The day’s over and done with now. I’m right here, and there’s nothing to be stressed about anymore.” You praised softly, pressing a kiss to his head as he dug his face into your neck.

Your left hand continued to run through his hair while your right stroked his back. The movie (chosen by Mark) played in the background but went unnoticed, you and Mark beginning to fall asleep in each others arms. You had fallen asleep faster than Mark, your hands coming to a stop and just softly resting on his scalp and his back. Mark whined softly, your stopped strokes making him start to wake back up.

He reached up and grabbed at your elbow to continue your motions, making you yelp out in pain. Your eyes snapped open and Mark immediately sat up to check on you. “What happened? What did I do? Are you okay?”

You forced a smile and shook your head, rubbing your elbow softly one last time before letting it fall back into his hair. “Shh, don’t worry about it. Let’s just go back to sleep.”

Mark grabbed your wrist gently, pulling it out of his hair. “No, let me see what’s wrong first.” He ordered, making you sigh.

“Marky, come on. I’m tired.” You pouted, throwing your head back onto your pillow. Mark stayed silent, making you lift your head up to look at him. He had pulled your (well, his) sweatshirt sleeve down to see what was wrong. His eyes widened when he saw the large white bandage, his eyes quickly trailing back up to you. “It was an accident, I fell earlier and I didn’t want to worry you so I just kept it to myself.”

“I’ll always worry about you, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for. So let me do my job.”

Jinyoung:

Earlier in the week, you were scrubbing the kitchen floor and when you went to stand up, you slammed your head on the counter. After seeing it wasn’t too big of a cut and didn’t require stiches, you decided that it wasn’t a big deal and that it wouldn’t hurt to keep it from your boyfriend.

It was now Thursday night, and Jinyoung had finally gotten a day off to spend with you. The two of you had decided on putting on a movie, but within twenty minutes of it, your lips were on each others. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.” Jinyoung moaned softly against your lips.

“I missed you.” You replied before leaning your head back to allow him to give you kisses along your neck. Jinyoung’s hands traveled to your hips, squeezing them gently before tapping them, motioning for you to move. You listened, crawling over him and onto his lap as you looked down at him with a smile. Your eyes shined with adoration, your hands pulling his bangs back to reveal his forehead. “My pretty boy.” You whispered, making him smile.

“Come here,” He muttered, grabbing you by the back of your head as he connected your lips again. As his fingers began to massage your scalp while the two of you made out, he started to notice the large bump that took place on your head. His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled away in confusion. “What is that?” He asked, pulling you closer to him so he could see.

“What is what?” You repeated, feeling his fingers run over your bump multiple times to try and figure out what it was. “Jinyoung, what are you talking about?”

“This. You have a big ass bump on your head, babe. Here, turn around real quick,” He lifted your head off of his chest and turned you around so you were straddling him backwards so he could see your head better. He gently leaned your head backwards, pushing your hair to the side to reveal the bruised lump on the back of your scalp. He gasped and circled his fingernail around it a few times. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the hell did you do?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and flew your hand to the back of your head, allowing Jinyoung’s larger hand to guide you towards the bump. You gasped when you felt it, worry setting in. “What the fuck?” You muttered, turning yourself back around to face your boyfriend.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asked gently, his hands rubbing small and soft circles around the bump. “Do you have a headache?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I just don’t know what it could b—” You stopped yourself when you remembered what you had done Monday evening. “Ahhhh, I know what it’s from. I was cleaning the kitchen floor Monday and when I went to stand up, I hit my head on the counter.”

“Monday? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jinyoung asked, his hands falling to your back as he rubbed at it soothingly.

“Well, you’ve just been so stressed lately and you finally got a day off so I just wanted to let you relax and not worry about me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep anything from you.” You pouted, your hands playing with the strings of his hoodie as you spoke.

“Hey, that doesn’t matter to me,” He spoke, lifting your head up so you could look at him. “You always tell me when stuff like this happens, okay?”

Youngjae:

He had begged and begged and begged to take you out on a dinner date for the first time in four months. It had been so long since the last one because of his busy schedule. Normally, you would have jumped at the opportunity, but because of an awful toothache you’d got about two weeks prior, you didn’t want to eat absolutely anything. Your appetite had dropped immensely, too afraid to eat in fear of putting your tooth in even more pain.

You were doing a pretty good job at faking it and eating small and soft things in front of your boyfriend so he wouldn’t catch on, but this was different. It would only be you two— none of his friends to distract him and give you a break from eating and allowing you to let your tooth relax. He’d be sitting across you and would definitely notice if you weren’t eating or wincing in pain.

Finally, though, you agreed. You took a few pain pills before he had picked you up, in hopes it would help numb the pain just until after dinner. It honestly worked for the majority of the time— that was until the food arrived. You had honestly forgot about your tooth since the pain was gone and you had Youngjae to distract you. When you took a bite of your food, however, the pain instantly flew back.

You gasped in shock and dropped your fork, catching Youngjae’s attention immediately. He swallowed his food quickly before standing up from his chair, rushing towards you in worry. “Baby? Are you okay?” He asked, his hands grabbing at your cheeks to examine you. You winced in pain and shook your head quickly, your eyes tearing up as you held your jaw. “Hey, let me see. Move your hand, baby.”

You sniffled and lightly removed your hand, resting it on his arm as you whimpered in pain, trying to open your mouth so he could see. “Here, hold on,” He mumbled, grabbing a napkin from the table before holding it to your mouth. “Spit. I don’t want you to choke.”

You obeyed, spitting out your food into the napkin and watched through teary eyes as he tossed it onto the table and gripping at your chin softly to pry your mouth open. “You’re okay, shh. I won’t touch it, I just wanna see. Just calm down, honey.” He reassured when you gasped and let out a quiet sob when your tooth ached after you opened your jaw wider. “Which one is it, can you point to it for me?”

You sniffled once more before pointing a shaky finger toward you back molar, resting it back onto his arm when he nodded. “Yeah, baby, you’re bleeding. Your gums are swollen too.” He spoke gently, his fingers letting go of your chin and letting your jaw close again. “Did this happen just now?” He asked, standing back up to grab an ice cube from his water.

You shook your head, flinching when he placed the ice cube onto your jaw. “N-No,” You whimpered out, looking up at him to see his reaction. “I’ve had it for a few weeks now, but I was too embarrassed to tell you. I took a few Ibuprofens before I left, and it took away the pain for a while.”

“Until you ate.” Youngjae added, making you nod. He sighed heavily, shaking his head in disappointment. “You gotta tell me this stuff, kiddo. I can’t have you sitting here in pain like this. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me, alright? You can’t just suffer in silence or else it’ll just get worse. Now come on, we’ll go get you some numbing cream and make you an appointment with the dentist.” He reassured before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

Jaebum:

He woke up before you did, which was a rare occurrence. The two of you had plans for the day, and you needed to get up soon. He looked down at you, smiling at the sight of your sleeping state on his chest, your legs tangled together. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your head, running his hands through your hair soothingly. “Hey, princess. You gotta get up.”

You stirred, a whine escaping from your lips before you hugged his waist tigher and dug your face deeper into his bare chest. “Come on, babygirl. We have to get ready to go. We have breakfast at your parents’ house, remember?” He tried again, his hand pushing your large T-shirt up so he could rub at your bare back.

“I don’t want to get up.” You whined, moving your leg from inbetween his to over his thighs. “I’m tired.”

“I know, baby, but we can’t be late. They’re excited to see us.” Jaebum pushed, his fingertips traveling lower, running softly over your underwear covered hip. When he ran his fingers over a certain part of your hip, however, you gasped in pain and shot up. His eyebrows furrowed, and he sat up quickly. “What happened?”

“M-My hip, it—” You sat up, lifting your shirt up and pulling the side of your underwear down to examine it. Jaebum leaned forward, pulling it down further to see where you were talking about, his eyes widening when he saw the large bruise on the bottom of your hip. “I-I hit it on the printer at work the other day, but it hasn’t started hurting until now.”

“That’s bad, babe. Like.. really bad,” Jaebum sighed, his hand turning you to the side so he could see it from another angle. “Jesus.” He whispered, running his thumb over the bruise. You winced and he looked up at you. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay. I’ll just put some ice on it or something. It should go away pretty soon, right?” You asked, letting your shirt fall back over your legs. Jaebum let go of your underwear softly, making sure it didn’t snap back at your skin harshly and cause you any pain on your bruise. He sighed and looked at you, his hand reaching over to move your hair from your face.

“The swelling will go down soon, but for now just put some ice on it and take some medicine, and we’ll keep an eye on it, okay?” He reassured you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. “But if something like this happens again, you need to tell me.”

BamBam:

You allowed your bra to fall down your arms, slipping yourself out of it. You sighed and tossed it into the hamper before bending to grab a shirt for bed. Just then, your boyfriend walked into the bedroom, whistling once he saw your half naked state. “Damn, baby. I had such a bad day at work today and this just made all of my stress go away. Come here.” Bambam tossed his bag onto the floor, making you giggle and turn around to look at him with a shirt in hand.

“Why was your day so bad?” You ignored his flirting, sliding the baggy T-shirt over your head. You pulled your hair out from under the shirt and looked up at him, waiting for a response. He walked closer to you as he licked his lips, placing his hands around your waist. “Hey, I’m talking to you, punk.” You joked, pressing a finger to his chest.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I was too busy looking at your beautiful face. What did you say?” He asked, his face incredibly close to yours. You laughed and rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you repeated your question. “We were just so busy, and Yugyeom was being such a little brat today. I was so stressed.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re home with me, now.” You smiled, pushing his hair away from his face. “I missed you.” You whispered before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I missed you too, baby.” He replied, kissing you once more. He pulled away to admire you for a little longer, something he loved to do when he had bad days. But something caught his eye. “Hey, did I do this to you?” He asked, voice firm with worry and concern. Your eyebrows furrowed and your hand travelled to where his was, which was on your neck.

“Huh? Do what?” You asked curiously.

“You have a huge bruise on your neck. But it doesn’t look like a hickey, or more specifically, a hickey I would give you.” Bambam spoke, his hand pushing your hair to the side to get a better look. “Babe, this is hella dark. This doesn’t look like something I’d give you at all. This looks like it hurts.”

He gently touched it, making you flinch. He looked up in concern, turning you around and guiding you toward the mirror hanging on your bedroom wall. “See it?” He asked, holding your hair back so you could see the bruise better. Your eyes widened and you traced over it as softly as possible before it clicked.

“Ohhh,” You threw your head back. “This is what Yugyeom did to me two days ago during your practice. He was playing with a rubber band and he accidentally let it go and hit me with it.” You waved your hand dismissively, shaking your head. “I’m fine. It should go away soon.”

You walked away from your boyfriend to start getting your bed ready, not aware that your boyfriend was still standing in the same place you had left him in, staring at you in awe. You tossed a pillow onto the ground and looked up, making eye contact with him. Your eyebrows furrowed and you chuckled nervously. “What?”

“You said two days ago,” Bambam spoke, pain seeping through his voice. “Why wouldn’t you tell me as soon as it happened? I would of gotten you some ice and helped you a little? Were you scared to tell me or something?” He threw his hands up softly, his eyes sad and heart heavy.

Your smile dropped and you walked over to him calmly. “No, baby. No. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when it happened, he just didn’t want me to say anything in case you yelled at him. He felt awful and it was only an accident. So I promised him I wouldn’t tell. I’m sorry. I could never be scared of you.” You promised, placing a soft kiss to his nose before pulling him in for a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Yugyeom:

He was practicing with the boys when his phone rang. He always answered his phone when he was away from home— always worried about you and your health. When he checked the caller ID, however, his heart rate picked up and he held up a hand at Jackson, telling him to stop the music. He did, and Yugyeom answered immediately. “Hello?”

“Hey, I just wanted to call and see how she was doing. I didn’t want to call her phone just in case she was sleeping so I just called you instead— hope that isn’t too much of a problem.” Your best friend giggled into the phone. Yugyeom’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What? What do you mean?” He asked, looking around at his members who stared back at him in confusion. “Why wouldn’t she be doing alright?”

“You— I mean, she didn’t tell you?” Your best friend spoke tentatively, making Yugyeom stand up straighter.

“Tell me what?” He asked firmly. “Y/F/N, what the hell is going on?”

“She fell on her bike this morning and cut up her leg really bad. She called me crying and I came over to help clean her up, but she was still hurt pretty bad. It left her with a super bad headache, and she was half asleep by the time I left for work. I’m sorry, I totally thought she told you.”

Her words had his heart dropping, and he thanked her and hung up as quickly as he could. “I’m sorry, guys, Y/N’s hurt really bad, I have to go check on her.” Yugyeom rushed, throwing his bag over his shoulder before running out of the building.

He was home in a flash, storming through the front door. “Y/N!” Yugyeom yelled, throwing his bag onto the floor as he ran throughout the house until he found you asleep on your shared bed, his hoodie encasing your small frame and his pillow underneath of your swollen and pounding head. “Princess— hey.” He whispered softly, sitting beside you and pushing your hair away from your face. You whined and moved away from his hand, making Yugyeom chuckle.

“Baby. Hey. I’m gonna look at your leg real quick, okay?” He spoke gently, making you nod. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling the covers back, gasping when he saw your leg. It was bruised and had roadburn all over the side, with a few scratches and cuts around it. “Jesus Christ. Why didn’t you call me?” He asked firmly, lifting it up softly, bringing it closer to his face to examine it.

You rubbed at your eyes, shrugging softly. “I don’t know,” You replied quietly, your voice raspy with sleep. “I just didn’t want to bother you at work. I’m sorry.” You whispered, lips formed into a pout as you looked at him with tired eyes. “I didn’t even mean to fall. It just happened so fast, and I—”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Shh, come here, it’s okay, sweeheart.” He hushed you when he noticed the tears in your eyes, setting your leg back down onto the mattress to grab your upper body and hold you against him. He rocked you back and forth, pressing kisses along your ear and head occasionally. “It’s okay, I’m here now. Don’t worry. Just let me take care of you, yeah? You can’t keep secrets like that from me, baby. When you get hurt like this, you have to call me. I’ll be there before you know it.”

Wedding Night | Bang Chan

The moment the two of you walked into your hotel room, Chan’s hands were all over you. Once the door was shut and locked behind you, Chan’s lips were on yours. “I can’t believe you’re my wife now,” He chuckled against your glossy lips, his eyes opening to stare at the lovely woman in his arms. “You have no idea how happy I am, Y/N.” He whispered before kissing you once again.

Your heart hammered in your chest at his words, your hands finding their way to his hair as you kissed back instantly. “You make me the happiest woman in the world. You have since day one.” You replied softly, memories of when you two first met clouding your mind. His large hands tightened on your hips.

“That’s all I want, you know— to make you happy.” He spoke against your lips. You couldn’t help but smile at this, your hands gripping the sides of his face softly. “Your happiness is the most important thing to me.”

You pulled away to catch your breath, Chan’s forehead coming down to rest against yours as you both began to pant. “Chan.” You breathed, gulping nervously. Your small hands began to pick at his collar, a nervous habit you had picked up on years before this.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” He muttered, his hand brushing your perfectly curled hair out of your face so he could meet your eyes better. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Yes, always.” You nodded immediately. His heart fluttered, and he leaned down to capture your lips in his. Your hands gripped his biceps as you tried not to fall over, your mind and body hazy with emotions and hormones.

“Then let me make you feel good. Is that what you want?” Chan asked sweetly, pulling away from you to read your face. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing your jawline. You nodded weakly, too nervous to speak properly. “God, I’m so damn lucky.” He mumbled to himself before attacking your lips again.

You grunted against him in surprise, your hands falling onto his chest. He pulled away breathlessly, staring down at you with hooded eyes. His gaze was laced with lust and concern, his soft side immediately overpowing his horny. “What is it? Are you okay?”

You gulped and pushed a piece of hair behind your hair as you looked down. “Channie,” You said, barely audible. “I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before, and I just.. what if I do something wrong?” You voiced your concerns to your husband, your shaky eyes finally trailing up to meet his.

“Hey,” He whispered, his hands grabbing yours to intertwine your fingers together. “You’re not going to mess up, okay? It’ll all come naturally, you just have to believe me. And if it makes you feel better, I’m nervous, too. I have to make sure your first time is perfect. But we’re in this together, baby. You and me. Husband and wife.” He smirked at the last part, teasing you as he pushed his nose against yours. You giggled at that, turning your head as you blushed nervously.

“Okay,” You agreed, pecking his swollen lips. “Thank you for always treating me like a princess.”

“That’s what I’m here for, babygirl. To make sure you know your worth. How special you are. How much you mean to me and everyone else around you.” He listed, his eager hands going to your back to undo your zipper. “As much as I love you in this dress, baby— and I do, I love it so much, I’m not sure I can wait any longer.”

Your breath hitched as you felt the dress sliding down your body, your instant reaction to cover your chest as it exposed. Chan noticed almost immediately. “Hey, don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful. And I want to see you. Let me see you, yeah?” He reassured you as he began to grab at your hands to pull them away from your bra, his lips kissing at your soft knuckles. You took a deep breath before nodding, allowing your arms to fall to your side.

Your wedding dress stopped falling at your hips, the tightness of it making it hard to fall off by itself. The small bump in the road made your stomach flip with anxiety, and you gripped the sides of it before shimming and pulling it off of you. “You’re doing so well, princess. So, so well. Look how gorgeous you are.” Chan praised as he looked at you up and down, your half-naked figure causing his heart to clench. He knew how nervous you were, but he didn’t know why. You were the most stunning woman he had ever met, and he was determined to make you know it by the end of the night.

“Sit on the bed, baby.” He ordered softly, pressing his lips to your forehead as he nodded towards the freshly-made bed behind you. You remained silent, sitting on the edge of the hotel bed as you watched your husband strip in front of you. Your hands slid up and down your thighs anxiously, your heart hammering in your chest. You were almost positive he could hear it.

“You know,” He started after tossing his jacket onto the floor. You gulped. “As soon as I saw you walking down that aisle, I knew. I just knew. You’re it. You’re the one for me, Y/N. I can’t explain how I felt, seeing you walking towards me.. I swear I just fell in love with you all over again— if that’s even possible.”

You bit your lip to control your emotions as you squeezed your thighs together. Chan shook his head as he began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’ll never understand how much you mean to me, baby. Words can’t explain. You are my everything, Y/N. My world. My reason for living. I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you Bang Y/N.”

At this point, he was only in his boxers, but you couldn’t see that. Your vision was blurred with tears, your hands covering your bright red face as you began to cry. His sudden confession making your heart swell tremendously. He’s told you all of this a handful of times before, but the fact that you were about to make love to him for the first time on your wedding night; it was different.

Chan’s heart clenched seeing you so emotional, and he was on his knees in front of you in a matter of seconds. “Oh, baby..” He cooed, his large hands running up and down your soft thighs to comfort you. “My sweet girl.”

“I-I love you s-so much, you d-don’t even understand,” You blurted out between sobs, your hands falling from your face to look at him. Chan couldn’t help but smile, his own eyes tearing up as he stared into your wet eyes filled with nothing but unconditional love and admiration. “You’re the best thing that’s e-ever happened to me. You’re my best f-friend. You make every day getting up worth it, you know. I-I don’t know if I can—” Your sobs only shook your body harder as you spoke, your head shaking as you started to get insecure about the whole ‘sex’ thing.

Tears fell from Chan’s eyes as he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “I love you. So fucking much.” He said sternly, a stray tear falling from his eye once he blinked. You sniffed dramatically, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. “Let me show you.” He spoke lowly, his lips inches from yours.

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your sobs slowly down but not fully gone away yet. You didn’t think you were going to ever stop crying, honestly.

“Okay.” You replied quietly, a tear falling onto your lips as your hand quickly wiped it away. “Okay, baby. I’m ready.”

Chan’s lips were on you in half a second, the kiss passionate and hungry. He began to stand up, making you lean your head up as your hands found their way around his neck for comfort. The two of you were all about skinship, and it always came out more than normal when things would get heated.

Over the course of your relationship, the most you two had done together was make-out, because you were too scared to do anything more than that. Chan never judged you or got mad at you for wanting to wait; he always respected you and gave you whatever you wanted. He never worried too much about it, honestly, because he knew he’d be in bed with you one way or another.

And now, six years later, here you were. Your half-naked body laying underneath Chan’s, both of your hearts pounding so hard in your chests they were bound to jump out of your bodies. The moment he’s been waiting for for years.

The two of you continued to make out for a few more minutes before Chan pulled away from your swollen lips, panting heavily above you. With your arms still wrapped around his neck, you licked your lips and looked down at the two of you. This is the closest you’ve ever been to sex. You felt excitement and nervousness bubble in your stomach, your breathing becoming irregular.

“Hey,” Chan whispered, his long fingers curling underneath your chin to make you look at him. “Calm down, baby. Relax. It’s just me. I’d never let anything bad happen to you. You know that, don’t you?”

Your arms tightened around him. “Y-Yes. I know, I just.. I’m just so scared.” You giggled nervously, making Chan smile. He leaned down to peck your lips a few times before leaning back up, both of his arms planted on either side of your head.

“Me too, honestly.” He admitted, making you both break out into giggles. “But I’m ready if you are.” The smile that was once playing on his lips was gone, his tongue wetting his swollen lips anxiously. You took a deep breath before nodding, your eyes flitting down to your bodies again before looking back up.

“I.. I think I’m ready, Channie.” You breathed. He didn’t waste any more time to connect your lips, taking his time with you as you grew closer and closer to the actual love-making process. He kissed you passionately and slow, his tongue massaging yours sweetly as he leaned back onto his knees, taking you with him.

You were sitting up now, but hadn’t paid much attention to it until you felt your bra slip off of your body. You pulled away from Chan hurriedly, a gasp erupting your lips as you held your breasts with your hands to cover them. You watched as Chan threw your bra behind him, the piece of clothing falling onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—” You started before Chan pushed you back down.

“It’s okay, honey. Just try to stop worrying so much so I can take care of my wife, okay?” He mumbled into your mouth as his hands pried your hands off of your chest. You couldn’t help but gasp as you felt his large hands grab your breasts softly, your eyes popping open at the feeling. “You okay, baby?” His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled away slightly to catch your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any signs of hesitation or fear. You only nodded, your hands grabbing at his biceps tightly. “You’re so damn pretty.” He praised as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your breasts.

“C-Chan.” You gasped, your eyes closing at the feeling of his mouth on your left breast while his hand kneaded your right one.

He couldn’t help but groan as he felt your acrylics dig into his arm, his mouth detaching itself from your chest. You cried at the loss of contact, your eyes falling open to look at your husband. “You’re responding so well, baby,” He praised, leaning up to press a kiss to your open mouth. “I’m so proud of you.”

You moaned his name again as soon as you felt his mouth again, this time on your right breast as he kneaded your left one. You let go of his arms, your hands flying to his soft hair. “O-Oh my god, Chan. You’re s-so good.” You hissed as you felt his teeth dig into your skin, his tongue soothing the pain.

He pulled away from your chest with a final kiss to the purple mark he had just made, his face hovering over yours. “Baby,” He whispered, voice raspy. You gulped and panted before you opened your eyes, looking up at him. “I need to prep you so it’ll hurt less when I actually go inside of you.”

His hand brushed the hair from your face, a small smile erupting onto his face at how adorable you looked— all flustered and red. You had no idea what he meant but you nodded anyway. “O-Okay.” You mumbled, your mind fuzzy already.

Chan chuckled before kissing you sweetly, pulling away moments later. Your eyes fluttered shut when Chan began to press soft kisses to your chest, trailing down to your stomach and the top of your underwear. “Baby,” He called. You hummed in acknowledgement, your voice shaky. “Baby, look at me.”

You groaned before leaning on your elbows, your dark eyes meeting his like he demanded. “I need to take these off,” He whispered gently, his fingertips pulling at your panties.

Your heart rate increased at his words, your throat tightening. “W-What, why? This early?” You asked, your insecurities and doubts taking over.

“So I can prep you, remember? It’ll be okay, princess. You can do it. You’ve done so well already!” Chan spoke softly, his hands rubbing your thighs to calm you down.

“B-But, I.. I haven’t.. I’m still..” You slurred, your eyes becoming blurry with nervousness. Chan stood up from in between your legs and hovered over you once more. “Channie, I-I can’t. What if I’m ugly? What if...” You cringed before speaking, your hands finding his and squeezing them tightly. Chan squeezed back. “What if I smell bad? I-I mean, I clean and stuff but you never-”

Chan shook his head, cutting you off. “Hush. You won’t smell, honey, I know it. You eat pineapples every time you get the chance,” He laughed, making you blush. “But seriously, baby. You won’t smell, and you won’t be ugly. You could never be ugly. Every part of you is astonishing.” He spoke endearingly, his hands squeezing yours reassuringly.

“You haven’t seen every part of me.” You joked sassily, a small smirk on your lips. Chan smiled at your change of attitude and confidence, his heart swelling on account of how proud he was of you for going this far.

“Because you won’t let me.” He barked back in the same tone, making you sigh. Your smile faltered, and guilt pooled in your stomach. Chan noticed this immediately, grabbing your face and kissing you softly. “You’re overthinking this, baby doll. Just relax and let me take care of you. Okay? Believe in me.”

You nodded. “You’re right.. You’re right, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, squeezing your eyes tight as you brought your hands to your face.

“There’s no reason to be sorry. Just breathe.” He told you before pressing his lips against yours for a minute or two, pulling away once he felt your body start to calm down underneath of him. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing amazing.” He spoke, crawling back down to his previous stance between your legs.

“So are you. You’re doing so great, baby, you’re making me feel so good already.” You praised your husband, your hands running through his thick hair as you spoke. His heart swelled at your words, and he pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“I love you,” He whispered before hooking his fingers into your panties. “I’m gonna take these off, now, okay?” He murmured, his hand rubbing soft circles onto your bare skin. You nodded, figeting slightly. “Stay still for me, baby.”

“I love you,” You breathed back, your heart rate picking up. “Love you so much, it hurts.”

“I know it, baby,” Chan replied, his fingers pulling down your underwear all the way. His breath hitched as he stared at your soaked core, his movements halting. “Fuck..” He hissed under his breath.

Your eyes snapped open, and you looked down at your husband, who’s eyes were as big as saucers. You gulped, your insecurities starting to creep up on you. “Chan? Is everything okay?”

Snapping out of it, he tossed your lace underwear somewhere across the room, leaning up to kiss you passionately. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” He said. “I can’t believe you’ve been this insecure about this pretty thing. You’re so stupid sometimes.”

His fingers dug into your sides, making you jump and giggle, your hands trying to push him away. “C-Chan, stop!” You yelled, but he didn’t stop.

“You are the biggest dork I know,” Chan shook his head as he continued to tickle you, making tears well in your eyes as you desperately tried to escape his hold. “You’re so cute, you know that?” He chuckled, his lips pressed against your nose.

“Chan, please! P-Please I can’t!” You shrieked as he tickled you harder, your head flying forwards into his chest. “Baby!”

Finally, he pulled his hands away from your sides and grabbing at your head. He pulled you out of his chest, his sparking eyes smiling as he looked over your flushed face. Your eyes were teary, and your cheeks were covered in a heavy blush. “You’re a brat, Bang Chan.”

“You love me.” He teased, his chest heaving as he stared into your eyes as deeply as he could. You licked your lips and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re right, I do love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” You replied before pressing a kiss to his lips. Chan kissed back sweetly before returning to your legs. “Can you... can you hold my hand when you do it?” You asked shyly, moving around nervously as his hot breath tickled your core.

“Of course.” He whispered, holding up his hand as you intertwined your fingers together. “I’m gonna start, now, okay?” He raised an eyebrow, and you nodded. “You’re gonna have to spread your legs a little bit further than that, baby.” He spoke, his hands prying your thighs apart. Your breath hitched as you watched him. “There we go.. Look at how pretty.” He whispered encouragingly, his eyes trained on your wet core.

“Chan.” You whined, your hand squeezing his. You were starting to become impatient.

“My baby.” He purred before leaning forward and pressing soft kisses to your lips. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you flew your head back. “You’re so gorgeous.” He muttered against your core, his lips sucking at your pulsing clit. You were sopping already, and all he had done so far was suck on your tits and make out with you.

“Oh my God..” You whimpered, your back arching as you squeezed his hand. You tried to open your eyes so you could look at your husband, but you just couldn’t. Chan squeezed your hand back, making your heart clench. “Fuck, I love you.” You breathed.

You shivered when Chan lifted his head up, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal. You whimpered, looking down at your husband. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Just like I knew you would,” He pressed a kiss to your fingers before rubbing your lower stomach. “You’re doing so good, you know that?”

“Chan, please,” You cried. You felt him kiss up your stomach and chest, his nose nudging at your jaw. He let go of your hand and grabbed your chin, making you look at him. Tears of frustration threaten to fall, making Chan’s heart clench.

“Don’t cry, baby. Channie’s gonna make you feel good, okay?” His hands ran up and down your sides, his lips pressing kisses all along your exposed chest. “My pretty girl’s doing so well.”

He stood up suddenly, crawling off the bed to take his boxers off. You sat on your elbows, watching his every move as anxiety bubbled in your stomach. You gasped as you saw his cock, your heart pounding in your chest. “C-Chan, I don’t think that’s gonna fit..”

Chan chuckled at your comment, shaking his head as he began to crawl back onto the bed. “Yes it will, baby. Don’t worry.”

“No, seriously,” You gulped, your eyes finally tearing away from his long, thick cock to his big doe eyes. “You’re so big, and I-”

Chan’s lips crashed onto yours as he cradled your neck. “Lay down, baby.” He whispered as he hovered over your body. You obeyed immediately, your back falling onto the cold sheets as you continued to kiss your husband. “Just relax, okay? Take a deep breath for me, baby.”

This was it. You were about to have sex with Chan.

Chan grabbed himself, positioning himself at your entrance as he distracted you with his lips against yours. “Ready?” He asked weakly, his eyes dark and lust-filled as he stared into yours. You nodded, your hands clinging onto him for dear life. You held your breath as you felt the head of his cock swipe up and down your folds, making the both of you gasp. “God, I love you so much.” Chan groaned as he went further.

You bit your lip, pain surging through your body. “Shit, shit, shit.” You hissed, tears building up at the back of your eyes. Chan looked up at you, his heart breaking at the sight of you. You looked so uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his cock halfway inside of you. You took a deep breath, looking at him.

“I-I think so.. Just, please. Go slow.” You begged, a tear falling onto your temple and then the mattress. Chan nodded and kissed your lips softly before pushing himself in even more. “Fuck!” You yelled when you felt him bottom out a few moments later.

Chan stilled inside of you, letting you adjust. His eyes were glued to your face the entire time, not wanting to take his eyes off of you just in case. He waited for you to tell him you were okay before he continued. “O-Okay, you can go now.” You spoke weakly, your head thrown back.

Chan rested both of his hands on either side of your head as he pulled everything out but the tip, his cock ramming back into you slowly yet so strongly. Chan groaned as he felt you clench around him, throwing his head onto your chest as his breathing labored. “Fuck, baby you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight and warm.. shit!” His voice cracked in the end, your hands wrapping around his head as you cradled him against your chest.

“You’re fucking me so good, Chan!” You whimpered, your hands tangling into his hair. Chan continued to ram himself into your cunt, going faster with every passing minute. “Oh my God, Chan, fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your back arched as he pounded into you, your mouth hanging open as more and more whimpers fell from your lips. Chan lifted himself up, aching to see you. His chest tightened as he stared down at you. “I am so in love with you, it’s insane,” Chan panted, his hips slowing down slightly. Your breath hitched and you lifted your head up, your blurry eyes meeting Chan’s. “You’re doing so well, princess, I’m so proud of you.” He smiled before pressing his lips against yours.

“Chan,” You moaned, your nails raking up and down his back, making him hiss. “I love you so much, baby. You’re filling me up so well, Channie, fuck.” You praised, your bottom lip getting stuck underneath your teeth.

“Fuck, I fit so perfectly inside of you, I swear you were made for me.” Chan whimpered, throwing his head back. “I love you, baby, shit I love you so much.”

“I was made for you, Chan,” You reply, your hands running up and down his sides as you spoke, your eyes trailing down to where your bodies connected. You watched as Chan pulled out of you completely before slamming back in, making you shiver and moan out his name. “You’re my other h-half, baby. I was made for you, and you were made for me. I’m all yours, all yours. Shit!” You cried out, your hands falling onto the sheets as you gripped them tightly.

“Baby, baby, baby, fuck!” Chan groaned as you continued to milk him with your juices. Your sweet words brought tears to his eyes as he looked down ar you. “Look at me, baby.” He demanded weakly, his hips still moving at a rapid pace as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

You did. You looked at him, and you swore your heart stopped. Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of his, and your bottom lip quivered. It didn’t take long for you to both start crying, your hands clinging onto his like there was no tomorrow. Chan continued to thrust into you as his body shook from the sobs, you sniffling underneath of him. “Fuck,” Chan winced in pain as his legs started to burn. Your eyes snapped open at his tone, your vision slightly blurry.

“What’s wrong?” You hiccuped, causing Chan to look down at you. He shook his head, his lip trapped between his teeth as he sniffed. “Baby..” You whispered, your hands cupping his wet cheeks.

“M-My legs,” He started weakly, his hips stopping as he dug his face into your neck out of embarrassment. You caught on quickly, pushing at his chest.

“Here,” You mumbled, flipping the two of you over. You smiled at him through your tears as you looked down at him, your bodies still connected. “Let me..” You whispered before leaning down to connect your lips. Chan’s heart fluttered at your action, his hands flying to your hips as he lifted you up slightly, his cock still inside of you.

You gasped loudly when he rammed you back down onto him, his grip on your hips getting tighter everytime you sat back down. “Oh my God!” You shrieked, tears pouring from your eyes from how good it felt. You pulled away from Chan to throw your head back, your hands flat on his sweaty chest to keep your balance. Chan groaned as he watched you bounce on top of him, his dick twitching inside of you.

You looked down at your husband at that, your eyes trailing over him. You took in every freckle, crease, bead of sweat— everything. He’s never looked so beautiful. Your hands travelled to his hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead. Chan looked up at you, his mouth hung open as he groaned. “My beautiful boy,” You praised, your eyes watering as you looked down at him. Chan closed his mouth and sucked in his lips to keep himself from sobbing. “You’re so good to me, baby. I’m so, so happy I met you. Thank you for being my husband.”

Your words had tears rolling down his face, his chest heaving up and down as he cried. You couldn’t help but do the same thing, your body shaking as you continued to ride him. “I-I’m close,” Chan sniffled a few moments later, making your eyebrows furrow.

What? Close?

You continued with your actions until you felt Chan’s slender fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit. You jumped, your hand reaching down and grabbing his wrist in surprise. “I want to let go together.” He muttered as he rubbed more harshly.

Let go? What is he talking about?

“Chan, I don’t—” You started, your head shaking. That was until you felt it. Your eyes popped open, and you gasped. Fear rushed through your body as you grabbed Chan’s wrist, desperately trying to push him away. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you. “I’m gonna pee!” You shouted, trying to get off of Chan as fast as possible.

“Baby—”

“Chan let go of me, I’m going to pee! Stop!” You cried, tears blurring your vision as you began to push his hands away from you. Chan shook his head repeatedly, his body sitting up to rest against the headboard. “Please, you have to st-”

“You’re not going to pee, baby, you’re going to cum. It’s okay, princess, I’m close too. It’s okay, just let it go. Just let it go, come on. You can do it.” He encouraged, pushing your hands away before pressing his fingers back onto your clit. You shivered, letting out a moan before sobbing.

“No, Chan, I can’t,” You whimpered, your voice breaking as you leaned forward to lay on his chest, your warm tears mixing with his sweat. “I’m going to pee, I know it. Please..” You sobbed, shaking your head.

“Trust me, baby. It’s not pee. Come on, princess you got this. It’s the best feeling, I swear you’ll love it. It’s what makes all of this worth it. Listen to me, babygirl. Just let go.” He whispered into your ear, his hands gripping your waist as he lifted you up and down. The head of his cock brushed against your g-spot, making you gasp. “Come on, baby, you can do it.” He chanted breathlessly, his fingers working their way back onto your clit.

You breath hitched as he continuously slammed himself into your spot while he tortured your clit. Your stomach began to twist and burn, causing you to hug Chan tightly, tears pooling behind your eyes. “Chan!” You moaned. It was all becoming too much.

You clenched around him, making him twitch inside of you. You wrapped your arms around him even tighter as you laid on top of him, his dick still working itself in and out of you as his hands guided you. “I’m almost there, sweetheart.” He said lowly, grunting.

“M-me too, I think..” You hissed, your clit pulsating under his fingers as the coil in your stomach began to get tighter and tighter. You cried and pulled Chan closer to you, sitting up now. “It feels so tight, it almost hurts.” You admitted, sniffling.

“I know, baby. I know. But that means you’re almost there. You’ve done s-so fucking well tonight, baby girl I’m so proud of you, you have no idea. My baby’s so strong.” You bit your lip as his grip on your waist tightened, his fingernails digging into your skin. You hissed, and threw your head forward onto his choulder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming, come on, Y/N you can do this. Come with me, sweetheart, come on.” He begged, his fingers working faster as he rammed himself up into you.

“Chan!” You yelled. “It’s coming, I can’t!” You cried into his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you as he fucked up into you, his fingers still attacking your clit.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay, let go. Just let it happen. Come on, baby, come on.” He hissed through gritted teeth, grunting when he felt you clench around him. You squeezed him tighter than you have all night, strings of cries and curses leaving your lips. “Oh, baby. That’s it, that’s it. You did so fucking good, bub, so good. I’m coming, shit!”

Your body shook rapidly as you sobbed harshly. Just as your cum poured out, Chan’s poured in. You gasped as you felt the hot ribbons paint your walls, Chan’s arms squeezing you tightly. “Oh, fuck,” He whispered, his voice weak and cracky.

You felt his cock soften slowly inside of you, your body still shaking on top of his. “You did so good, bubba. I’m so proud of you.” Chan slurred, his hand running through your tangled hair as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You make me feel so good..” You mumbled, your hand running up and down his neck softly. “I’m proud of you, too, you know..” You praised before kissing the vein protruding in his neck.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Chan spoke, his hand reaching down to pull himself out of you. His fingertip accidentally brushed against your swollen clit, making you jump and whine into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m trying to be careful, I really am.” He promised as his dick slipped out of you.

You were overly sensitive at the moment, and Chan knew you would be for the next few days or so. He grabbed your wet thighs and wrapped them around himself, making you cry out when his dick slid against your folds. “Chan.” You sobbed, your arms around his neck as your body shook from the over sensitivity and wild emotions.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He muttered, kissing your neck. He gripped you tightly before bouncing you, making sure you were sitting up high on his stomach as he could get you so his dick wouldn’t touch your sensitive pussy. He felt you shiver against him when your clit rubbed onto his skin, making you squeeze him tighter. “It’s okay, babygirl. Shhh.” He stood up from the bed, walking into the bathroom to get you cleaned up.

“Channie,” You whispered meekly, your tear-stained cheeks soaking his shoulders. He hummed in acknowledgement as he dug through the cabinets in search of towels to clean the two of you with, his arm still holding you against him. “I actually have to pee now.” You admitted with a small giggle, making Chan chuckle.

“Here,” He spoke, lifting the toilet seat up before setting you down onto it. You grabbed at the wall beside you to catch yourself from falling before sitting up slowly. “You got it?” Chan asked softly above you, still naked. You nodded nervously, a blush creeping onto your swollen cheeks. He nodded back before pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around and dug through the cabinets again.

You watched him as you peed, your heart fluttering at how sweet the whole night had been. “Thank you.” You spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. He turned to look at you slightly, two washclothes in his hand as he turned the sink on to wet them.

“Hmm? For what?” He asked softly, turning off the sink and wringing out the sopping cloth. He looked at you once more before reaching down to clean off the cum from his cock and thighs. He tossed the dirty cloth into the hamper across the room before walking over to you with the other, waiting patiently for you to wipe and flush before helping you clean yourself.

“For tonight. For making love to me,” You sighed. You stood up from the toilet, your legs shaking underneath you. Chan held you still as you held onto his shoulders, watching him with a full heart and blurry eyes as he wiped your folds clean. “For marrying me. For... loving me. For everything, Chan.”

Chan looked up at you as you spoke, a small smile playing on his lips as he wiped down your thighs. “Oh, baby doll,” He whispered, tossing the towel into the hamper as well. He stood back up and grabbed your waist tightly, muttering for you to ‘jump’ and you did. You let him pick you back up as he carried you back to the bedroom. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, baby. I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.”

He set you down onto the bed while he walked over to your bags. He bent over and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes for the two of you, turning back around and telling you to lift you arms up. You did. “Yeah? And what’s that?” You asked.

Chan slid his shirt over your head before bending down to your feet with a new pair of underwear, guiding your legs into them before lifting you up slightly to fit them over your butt. Your heart fluttered at how sweet he was. You were so lucky.

“Loving you.” He replied back as he slid a new pair of boxers on. He slipped on a new shirt before leaning forward and capturing your lips for a chaste kiss.

“I love you, Mr. Bang.” You whispered.

“And I love you, Mrs. Bang.”

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