Well Be Okay

We’ll be okay

❒ pairing - evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count - 1.5K

❒ synopsis - the aftermath of the d*spatch news

⚠️ angst

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(a/n prepare your tissues everyone. im so sorry </3)

Evelyn hummed a little tune to herself as she dropped the towel she used to dry her hair off into the hamper in her bedroom. After getting home from the airport, she had wanted nothing more than to simply take a hot shower and relax.

A small pout formed on her lips when she had finally taken notice that the apartment was way too quiet for her liking. She was picking Winnie and Bleu up tomorrow from Seungcheol’s place on his recommendation so she wasn’t stressing herself out having to rush to pick them up even though she had missed them terribly and wanted nothing more than to snuggle with her fur babies.

She turned on her heels quickly when the sound of her phone buzzing on the coffee table in the living room and the familiar jingle of her ringtone echoed throughout the apartment. Sliding in on the hardwood floor, she fumbled around for her phone, smiling when Seungcheol’s name and picture flashed across the screen. She fell back onto the couch as she answered the call, throwing her feet up on the coffee table in the process.

“Are my children causing you havoc, Cheolie?” She made herself laugh as she wiggled further down into the couch, “They’re my little angels they could never-.”

Seungcheol took a deep breath on the other side of the line, swallowing thickly before simply cutting her off, “Eunji, I need to talk to you urgently and I wanted to be the one that called you before you saw it for yourself.”

Evelyn pinched her eyebrows together as she pouted her lips outwards, picking at the fringe on her sweater. He sounded a little too serious to be playing a prank on her but she couldn’t quite tell what he was worked up over. His tone held that leadery tone that he used very seldomly and that’s when she knew something wasn’t right, “What’s up? Did something happen?”

“Eunji-,” He paused on the other side of the line, “Firstly, I want you to know that I’m so sorry that this has happened. I-I don’t know how but we will find out, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Cheol, please you’re scaring me.”

She took her legs off the coffee table to sit up straighter, gnawing on her bottom lip as she waited for him to continue his speech. She leaned forward to allow her elbows to dig into her knees in what she could only describe as anticipation? Fear? Maybe a little of both?

“Dispatch…You and Mingyu…They- someone told them about you two-.”

Her face drained from its color as the blood in her body ran frigid. Her ears were ringing so badly to the point that she could barely hear Seungcheol talking anymore. The firm grip she had on her phone tightened as she tried her best to keep it pressed to her ear, her other hand flying to her mouth out of complete shock.

“I’ve talked to Mingyu right before I called you and he’s on his way over.” It felt like he was speaking to her from a thousand yards away.

It was getting harder to speak, her throat felt like it was closing in on itself with the lump that jumped up into it, “H-How did-?”

His voice carried a heavy weight to it as he spoke to her. She could hear his footsteps on the other end, Seungcheol saying hello to someone and then a car door closing, “I’m not sure, Eunji. Manager-nim just picked me up and we’re heading straight to the company to see what we can sort out. You and Mingyu will probably be called in by them as well, but don’t be afraid, alright? Every single one of us has both of your backs.”

Her whole body felt numb to the touch with the feeling that she was going to be sick creeping up the back of her throat. It was hard being an idol in a relationship in this kind of industry. Wanting to keep the relationship a secret was always something she knew she wanted, knowing the exact outcome if anyone had found out. And of course, the world just happened to be against her on what some people wait an entire year for just to get their hands on the newly outed Dispatch couple; the good, the bad, and the ugly.

“I’ll call you back once I hear something,” Seungcheol’s voice dropped with sadness when she let out a dry gasp on her end, “And please for your sake, don’t go online, promise?”

Evelyn’s eyes clamped shut as all she could do to answer him was hum her response. She couldn’t give him that promise. She ended the call with him, dropping her phone into her lap and running her hands through her hair.

Tears pricked her eyes as a dry sob finally left her mouth, picking her phone up and her thumbs flying to type her name into the Naver search bar. She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she stood up from the couch to pace around her apartment, clicking on the first article she found.

‘Thanks to the work of Dispatch, Seventeen’s Evelyn and Mingyu are caught in a secret relationship extending a little over two years…’

Her vision was becoming blurry as she scrolled down the article, her eyes glossing over countless hidden pictures taken of the two of them in secret locations. She bit the inside of her cheek hard when she scrolled to the comment section and choked on air as she skimmed through the thousands of comments left behind by netizens.

“[+74, 0] #PledisRemoveEvelynFromSVT”

“[+36, 0] Is that girl for real?”

“[+53, -2] Seventeen is thirteen after this s**t”

“[+19, 0] Seriously, this girl has no shame. She’s going to drag Kim Mingyu down the more she hangs onto him.”

“[+6, 0] This b***h is crazy going after Mingyu. Dating your own group member is a little nasty?”

“[+22, -1] Protest trucks are on the way demanding for her removal ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ. Fingers crossed this one works.”

Her phone slips from her grip, clattering onto the floor below most definitely leaving a crack or two across the screen. Tears flowed from her eyes in steady streams down her cheeks, droplets falling onto her hands as she stared at the floor below. All this over finding that one person and being in love?

She didn’t even hear the front door opening until it was falling close behind the person. She knew who it was without even having to turn around. Her bottom lip quivered as she turned to face Mingyu, roughly wiping at her face with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Baby-,” Mingyu choked out as he reached her in three strides, pulling her into his chest firmly as she finally broke down guttural sobs. Her shaking hands came up from where she had them balled up at her sides to clutch at his shirt in tight fists.

Mingyu kissed the top of her head before making himself smaller and lowering his face into the crook of her neck, his breathing coming out in shaky waves.

“I-I’m sorry,” It felt like all the air inside her lungs had given out, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t say that. You’ve done nothing wrong, Evie.”

“I-It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t-,” She choked out another sob and Mingyu tightened the hold that he had on her, “I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He fought back his own tears as he listened to her speak, wanting to be strong for her.

“I don’t want to ruin your career Gyu, you love this job way too much for me to tear it all down.” She didn’t think it would hurt this much. To her, it was her fault. If she hadn’t developed her crush on his all those years ago, they wouldn’t be in this position today.

“Evie, I love my job with you in it.”

“The netizens t-they-.”

“Let them all talk, say what they have to say. You and I both know the truth and that’s all we need,” Mingyu’s grip tightened on her again, wrapping her in his warmth, “They can go fuck themselves for all I care.”

He waited until she was calmed down enough and ready to be pulled back, moving his hands up to cup around her face. The pads of his thumbs swiped underneath her eyes to collect the buildup of tears from falling down their path. Her watery eyes found his eyes as they were filled with copious amounts of sadness from seeing her in this state.

“Baby, please listen to me.”

Her bottom lip trembled again as he gently tilted her head upwards to properly gain her attention.

“I’m still the same me and you’re still the same you, right? Nothing has nor will it ever change, okay? I love and care about you and you only,” He pressed his lips firmly to her forehead and left them linger there for a few moments before pulling away and pressing his forehead against hers, “We’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

sixth sense

pairing :: eden x seokmin (feat. evelyn + noah)

word count :: 2.9k

synopsis :: seokmin meets evangeline for the first time.

time :: january 8, 2024

warnings :: fluff overload. uncle dk + auntie eden!

a/n :: the baby fever i have just writing these is terrible i HAE IT HEREEEE

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“Right here.” Eden pointed to Evelyn’s house with her free hand.

Seokmin pulls into the driveway, putting the car into park before getting a look at the exterior of her house. “It looks so different from the last time I was here.”

“Oh yeah, she liked to move stuff around when she was pregnant.” She unbuckled her seatbelt, turning her body towards him with an anticipating smile. “Are you ready?”

He nodded, chuckling with uncertainty. “Yeah but you’re making me kind of nervous.”

“No, don’t be nervous. It’s gonna be fine.”

She got out, meeting him on his side of the car, watching as he grabbed a gift bag from the backseat. “What’s that?”

“Oh, nothing.” He winked, holding his hand out for her.

She took his hand, leading him to the doorstep and ringing the doorbell. Within seconds, Noah opened the door.

“Hey!” His eyes widened, speaking to Seokmin in his broken Korean.

Eden pouted as they both gave each other a pat on the back.

“Welcome back, kiddo.” She reaches her arms around him to give him a quick hug. “It feels like yesterday that we last saw each other.

Eden rolls her eyes, giving him a playful punch to the gut. “It was yesterday, you dork.”

He stepped aside to let them in, shutting the door behind them. “You made it back just in time, dinner is almost ready.”

She swears she could see delight flash in Seokmin’s eyes. He loved Evelyn’s cooking. But he loved her kimchi even more.

“Is that drool I see?” She joked.

He snapped out of his daze, covering his mouth to make sure he wasn’t actually drooling.

“Don’t worry, I’m the same way.” Noah nodded at him with sympathy.

They discarded their shoes and coats before venturing deeper into the house. Eden grabbed Seokmin’s hand, leading him into the kitchen where the tasty aroma was coming from.

“Oh, Evelyn.” She sang, watching as she put the wooden spoon down and turned to them. She quickly smiled upon seeing Seokmin.

“Welcome back! I haven’t seen you in forever!” She turned the dial down on the stove, quickly making her way to wrap her arms around him. “How have you been?”

“Very well, thank you. I hope everything’s going well for you too.”

“Better than expected, thanks to my baby sister.” She let go of Seokmin, moving on to give Eden a kiss on the side of her head with a hug. “I was wondering why you went home last night and asked for a double batch.”

“Surprise!”

“Will you be staying?” Evelyn looked between the couple with a hopeful look.

Eden bumped her elbow into Seokmin’s side with a smirk. “Pay up.”

“What were you making bets on?”

“That you would ask him to stay.” She looked up at him. “Told you that overnight bag would come in handy.”

“She’s right about that.” Evelyn raised her hand to Eden, the two girls giving each other a high five. “I have about thirty minutes left for dinner. You wanna go say hi to Evangeline while you wait?”

Seokmin looked at his girlfriend with a gleam in his eyes. It did not go unnoticed how much he loved children. “Can we?”

“Of course.” Evelyn turned on her heel, making her way back to the stove. “Who else would I trust to watch her whenever Noah and I have a date or weekend getaway?”

“See? I told you that too.” She was right about everything. She told Seokmin way back that they would be the first people they would call if they needed someone to watch Eva when they had errands to run or wanted to take a short vacation.

Noah led them to the living room where Evangeline was laying in her baby swing, reaching above her for the clouds that dangled in the air. Her father sat down on the couch beside her, watching as Seokmin carefully tiptoed behind Eden.

Eden sat on her knees in front of the rocker, looking up at her boyfriend. His eyes were wide and he was covering his mouth with his hand. She reached out her hand for him, motioning him to sit down next to her. Her smile was bigger than life when watching his reaction to the baby.

“Eunbyeol,” She whispered to him. He crossed his legs, plopping down next to her.

The child was kicking her feet with a smile on her face at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of her.

Seokmin looked between Evangeline and Noah, smiling at how alike they looked. “She looks like you.” He spoke softly.

“She has the best parts of both of us,” He folds his hands together, rotating the ring around his finger. “Some days, I see myself in her, but other days, all I see is Evelyn.”

“She’s…” He trailed off, trying to form the right words but nothing coming out.

“She’s perfect, right?” Eden helped him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave the rocker a tiny push so she could keep swinging.

“Perfect about sums it up.”

“Even then, perfect isn’t the right word to describe her, but it’s the closest thing so we’re going with that.” Noah directed his smile towards Eden, reciting her previous words back to her.

“She’s so cute.” Seokmin pouts, tilting his head while watching the girl having the funnest time swinging back and forth.

“For the sake of full disclosure, there’s no one we trust more with her than you guys.” He reassured him, knowing that there was a possibility he would have the same doubts as Eden.

Eden snorted, patting her palm against Seokmin’s back. He looked at her with a smile, watching her eyes float from his to his mole.

“I do ask that we wait til after dinner to hold her because she just ate not too long ago, and I don’t think either of you will wanna be holding her when she drops that atomic bomb.”

Eden covered her face, leaning into Seokmin as she began laughing. “He’s right. It’s absolutely terrible.”

His cheeks flushed as he tried not to show too much of a reaction. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

The whole family was stuffed from dinner, Noah and Evelyn taking to the couch to settle down and watch over Evangeline. Eden was pulling Seokmin upstairs to show her the nursery. She had sent him pictures a few weeks ago, but it was so much better in person.

She held his hand, pushing open the door and turning on the light. It wasn’t a lot, but it was something she was proud of. She gave him a tour of the room, pulling open the drawers and pushing them back. Then she showed him the crib, pointing to the Krunk doll with Eden’s outfit on. “Don’t ask.”

Seokmin giggled, squeezing onto her hand tighter. He paid half attention to their surroundings, the other half fixated on her. He could tell just by looking at her face and the way she showed him around just how passionate she was about her work. His heart ached.

“And lastly…” She walked over to the nightlight Evelyn had bought, turning it on before switching off the ceiling light. They both looked up to see the device projecting the northern lights. “I hadn’t actually seen it in absolute darkness yet.”

Seokmin’s mouth was agape as the lights flowed seamlessly on the ceiling. She flipped back on the light, turning the projector off and approaching him to wrap her arms around his waist. “What do you think?”

He smiled down at her, flattening the sides of her hair. “It’s even better than the pictures.” He left a soft kiss on her lips, brushing his thumb against her cheek. He kept smiling and it was enough to make her forget where they were and who was waiting for them.

“Ready to introduce yourself to Eunbyeol?” Eden grabbed his hand, holding it inside both of hers.

“It’s not like I’ve been waiting all night.” He mumbled to himself.

“Trust me, I noticed.” She didn’t let go of his hand as they left the nursery, walking back downstairs to the couch.

Seokmin didn’t notice at all, but Eden and Evelyn shared a look, a silent understanding that he was ready to meet Eva.

“Oh wait, I gotta go get her my present.” The lightbulb went off on the top of his head, excusing himself from the room.

Eden tucked her hair behind her shoulders, kneeling to where Evangeline was rocking in her swing and carefully picking her up. She looked 100x more interested in Eden’s features than the mobile that hung over her. Evelyn audibly pouted, something she did every time her sister would pick her up.

“Hi there,” Her voice climbed a few octaves, pressing her nose against Eva’s as they both giggled. She took a seat on the sofa, the baby fitting perfectly in the fold of her arm as she tucked her legs under herself. She noticed a fallen eyelash on her cheek, gently dusting it away with her finger. Her tiny eyes curved into a smile, but her attention wasn’t on Eden.

Eden looked to her left, seeing Seokmin standing in the entryway. She wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, but she quickly patted the spot next to her for him to sit. “Lookie,”

He sat down next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder to look closely at Evangeline’s face. Eden took her pacifier out and the girl started to coo. It was something she did when she was happy. She then started to squeak, a giggle on the edge of her tongue.

Seokmin gasped silently, covering his mouth in shock. He completely forgot about the present in his hand until Evelyn brought attention to it.

“So, what did you get her?” She seemed even more excited than the baby.

“Oh right,” He grabbed the gift bag that sat next to his feet, reaching in to pull out a tiny object wrapped in pink paper.

Eden watched him take apart the wrapping paper, eyes widening and lips pouting as she realized what it was.

“Here’s your own BongBongie!” He spoke softly, waving it to Evangeline to mimic dancing.

“They are literally so perfect for each other.” Evelyn turned her head to whisper to Noah. The other couple raised their heads, not hearing her the first time. She shook her head and waved them off as Noah chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife.

Seokmin’s attention turned back to the baby girl, humming a song as he marched the tiny BongBongie plush up her onesie. She was happy and delighted from the noises she was making, they just didn’t know what from. Seokmin or the BongBongie toy?

“Ready to hold her?” Eden looked at him, motioning Evangeline to him. He shuffled a bit on the cushions like he was being handed a huge responsibility. He put his gift down on her lap and held out his arms. She smiled, gently passing her to Seokmin and not letting go until she was certain he had a firm hold on her.

Eden looked at her sister and Noah, both having the same look of approval on their faces. She turned back to Seokmin, placing her elbow on the top of the couch and using her hand to hold her head up.

“Hellooo, hello,” He said hello to her twice, one time in Korean and the other in English. “Nice to finally meet you, Eunbyeol. I’m Seokmin.”

She stared up at him, her mouth open as all eyes were on them. Eden wondered for a moment if Eva saw the same thing that she did whenever she looked at Seokmin.

She blew messy raspberries past her lips, giggling and squealing up at the man. He didn’t notice how the entire room let out a sigh of relief when Eva voiced her approval for him.

“Almost a month old and she already has a good judge of character.” Evelyn’s grin is hidden behind her wine glass as she sips from it. Seokmin and Eden both look at her.

“Does she?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, looking down at Eva to see she liked what he did with his eyebrows. He continued to make goofy faces for her and filled the living room with her adorable laughs.

“I am wholeheartedly convinced. She hated being picked up by the nurses at the hospital, the doctors, even Noah’s brother. She started crying when mom and dad held her for the first time.” Evelyn shared her observation with Eden. It all came back to her and she was starting to think that maybe she was right.

“But you two, she must have a sixth sense when it comes to people. She didn’t cry or fuss when Eden held her for the first time. Look at her now, she really likes you, Seokmin.” Evelyn pursed her lips, trying to hide her emotions in front of them. Being postpartum made her more sensitive to everything. “At least we know she’s in good hands when we have to leave her.”

Evelyn put her palm over Noah’s knee, giving him a hopeful squeeze.

Eden tasted something salty on her lips, not realizing that she was tearing up as her sister spoke. She quickly wiped all evidence of it away, resting her chin on Seokmin’s shoulder as they both watched Eva.

They let the movie they were watching play until it was over. Evangeline managed to fall asleep soundly in Seokmin’s arms without a fuss. Evelyn too fell asleep but was magically ready to wake up and take Eva to bed once the credits started rolling. She pushed herself off the couch, toeing over to him with a smile.

“Thank you for looking after her.” She thanked him, taking Eva from his arms as she stirred a bit from feeling her being taken away from Seokmin, who she had already grown used to.

He winced, truly feeling the static in his arm from holding her for so long. Eden reached over for him, her fingers pressing into the skin of his shoulder, all the way down to his wrist.

“It happens, but we endure it for her.” She smiled.

Noah got up from the couch, rubbing his palms together. “We’ll be heading to bed soon. Have to stick to a schedule or everyone will be all out of sorts. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” Seokmin raised his hand, thanking Noah. He nodded, walking toward them and reaching for Eva’s new BongBongie plush. “I have a feeling Evelyn will want this.”

Eden giggled, holding her boyfriend's hand as they watched Noah disappear upstairs. She sighed, smiling to herself. “Are you tired?”

He pulled her closer to his chest, muffling her laughs in his chest. “My body is. I feel like I may have a cramp or two. You?”

“A little. The wine and all.” She put her hands on his chest, looking down at his smile. “Did you bring your things in?”

He shook his head. “I should go get that.” She used her knees to crawl off of him, reaching her arms up and doing her best to pull him off the couch. He wasn’t helping her in any way.”

“I’ll go get the bed ready. Meet you upstairs.”

Seokmin nodded, giving her one last departing kiss on top of her head before he made his way to the foyer and out the door. Eden got the bedroom ready, pulling out the sheets and changing into comfier clothes.

She perked up when seeing him in the hallway with his bag, stepping aside and closing the door when he was in. They did their best to be quiet and get ready for bed in the guest bathroom.

She sat on her side of the bed, covering her bottom half with the comforter and watching him plop down next to her with a big sigh.

“Long day?” She laid her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

He smiled, subtly shaking his head. He smiled in her direction, brushing his fingers through her hair. 

“So… what do you think?” She waited for him to answer with a grin, knowing that he would validate what she knew to be true.

“She really is perfect.” His eyes smiled along with his lips at the sight of hers. “Really, like she looks equally like her mom and dad. And she’s so…calm.”

“I knew she would like you.” She traced her finger over the embroidery on his shirt. When she looked back up into his eyes, she sensed something deeper in meaning behind his expression.

He didn’t have to use words to get his point across. It seemed they had both thought of the same thing at one point. They both were so completely unaware of the need to see each other with children. Now that they both witnessed it, it seemed their minds were running overtime to come up with different scenarios in which they saw more of the other with kids. He was clearly imagining what Eden would look like holding their very own child in the future. It flashed before his eyes for a split second before Evangeline had acknowledged him, bringing him back to reality. He was certain, believing that she was indeed compatible with children. Tonight was only more confirmation.

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t imagining the same exact things as him.

giving myself baby fever i hate it here

birthday girl (m)

masterlist | chanliet files

date: june 6, 2023

word count: 6.1k

note: some parts inspired by this ask hehe also after the first 1k words it’s pure filth so if that’s not your thing you might wanna skip this skkdjdj

warning(s) / includes: smut (please skip if you’re a minor or uncomfy with nsfw content! read at your own discretion!), unprotected sex (this is fiction!!!!!! practise safe sex irl!!!!!!!!!), language, chan gets a lil jealous but not in a bad way, food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

Sitting on Chan’s bed, Juliet has her hands covering her eyes as he grabs her present from where he’d hidden it for the past several weeks.

She feels so spoilt, as just several hours ago he made a surprise visit during her birthday livestream with cupcakes and a bouquet of pink roses, the thoughtful gesture sending the live chat into an excited frenzy.

Chan’s footsteps grow increasingly louder until she can feel him stop right in front of her. “Okay, baby, you can look now.”

Eyes fluttering open, Juliet’s jaw drops to the ground when she sees the large shopping bag he’s holding, the bronzed Yves Saint Laurent logo glinting in the ambient light of his bedroom. Still stunned into silence, she looks back up at his face, heart skipping a beat at how cute he looks with the excited grin on his face.

“Channie, this must’ve cost a lot,” she murmurs before gingerly accepting the luxurious present. The box feels heavy as she slides it out of the bag and places it on her lap, staring down at it in awe. There’s a difference between buying something expensive for yourself and receiving it as a gift, and right now she doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve this.

He sits down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her into his chest. Instinctively, she leans into his warmth, but is careful not to smudge any makeup on his white shirt. “I know you’ve wanted a pair for a long, long time, and you deserve it,” he says before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Happy Birthday, baby. Thank you for always supporting and taking care of me.”

She tilts her head up to meet his eyes. “And I’ll happily do it forever,” she whispers. “Everyone in the live today was right: I’m truly the luckiest girl in the world, and I’ll never take it for granted. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been ever since you came into my life.”

“Hey, don’t make me cry, our reservation is in less than an hour,” Chan whines weakly, eyes turning glassy with unshed tears as he rests his forehead on hers. “I love you so, so, so much.”

“And I love you more than there are stars in the sky.” Cheeks hurting from smiling so widely, Juliet leans in to press a long, deep kiss to his lips, the weight of the box on her lap forgotten as she savours the feeling of his tongue sensually licking into her mouth.

Lost in the kiss, she barely notices him pulling away for air until he gently nudges her with his elbow. “Well?” he urges eagerly, looking down at the box before back up at her. “Open it!”

Slowly, Juliet lifts the lid of the box and sets it aside, peeling back the layers of tissue paper to reveal the heels she’s wanted for months. Lips parted in amazement, she picks up one of them to admire it, taking in every detail from the sleek black shoe itself to the gold heel that’s shaped like the brand’s logo.

“Oh, Channie,” she murmurs softly, placing the shoe back into the box before launching herself into his arms. He instantly returns the embrace, wrapping his arms securely around her as she peppers kisses all over his skin. “I love them so, so much, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He beams, cheeks tinted pink as he rubs gentle circles on her waist. “You’re welcome, angel, and I know you’ll look beautiful in them.”

“You can be the judge in a bit,” she says cheekily, prompting him to raise his brows expectantly. “They’ll pair so well with the dress I picked out for tonight.”

Ten minutes later, she’s done adding the finishing touches to her hair and makeup and has changed into her outfit. Walking down the hallway to the living room, the sound of her heels clacking against the floor draws his attention. He looks up from his phone with a smile, but just a second later it’s gone and replaced by a look of pure awe.

“What do you think?” Juliet asks shyly as Chan meets her halfway. His eyes travel along her silky black dress with thin ribbon straps tied into a bow before finally landing on the heels he’d just gifted her.

She giggles as he pulls her to him, their bodies pressed together as he leans in to whisper in a low voice that has goosebumps raising along her arms. “I think I’m the luckiest person on Earth with the most stunning girlfriend.”

Halfway into their dinner at a fancy sushi restaurant, the mixture of annoyance and jealousy simmering inside him threatens to reach a boil when he catches their server ogle her, his lewd gaze lingering on her slightly exposed cleavage a little too long for at least the third time. For a split second, the two men make eye contact and Chan gives him the nastiest glare he can muster. Hastily, the server scurries off.

Oblivious to their silent exchange, Juliet happily admires the plate of beautifully-arranged sashimi that was just placed on their table before snapping a few quick shots with her phone. When she turns to Chan, however, her smile fades at his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes as he continues glaring in the direction of the kitchen.

She gently takes his hand in her own. The effect of her touch is instantaneous, snapping him out of his thoughts and releasing the tension in his body. All the venom in his gaze melts away at the sight of her, replaced by affection and tenderness.

“Baby, did something happen? What’s wrong?” she whispers.

He shakes his head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m okay, really. Don’t worry.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” he confirms, squeezing her hand lightly, “just had a random thought.” Usually, he wouldn’t lie to her about the things on his mind, but seeing as it’s her birthday dinner, the last thing he wants is to put a damper on their night together.

He can tell by her pout that she’s not fully convinced, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she scoots closer to lean her head on his shoulder. “Okay, if you’re sure. But in case you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. You don’t have to deal with it alone just because it’s my birthday.”

Heart melting, he drops a soft kiss on her temple. “I know… Thank you, really.” His hand instinctively falls on her knee and he glances down, only to finally notice that the hem of her already short dress has ridden up, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. Slowly, he drags his hand upwards, trailing his fingers teasingly along her inner thigh as she shivers under his touch.

A small whimper escapes her once he reaches mid-thigh, his hand dangerously close to slipping beneath her dress as his thumb rubs gentle circles on her skin.

“Shhh… can’t let anyone hear you, baby,” he whispers, “I haven’t even done anything.” Thankfully, the restaurant is dimly lit and they’re seated in a private corner as per their reservation’s request, thus minimising the chances of someone watching.

He smiles smugly at how her breathing’s already heavier than usual as she gazes at him with lust-clouded eyes, lashes fluttering and cheeks coloured pink. “You look exquisite tonight, have I told you that yet?”

Juliet grins shyly as she intertwines their fingers. “Only about ten times. I could get used to you saying it more,” she teases.

He leans in even closer until their faces are just centimetres apart, and secretly hopes to have the rest of his life to get lost in the stars in her eyes. “And I’ll never get tired of doing so.”

Juliet gasps as she’s backed up against the wall the moment the door to his apartment locks behind them.

The rest of their dinner was lovely, and by the time they left they definitely had their fill of sushi and complimentary dessert. Yet, there was still room for ice cream—something that became a date night staple over the years—while they went on a relaxing night drive, so his sudden switch in demeanour now comes as a surprise. Before she can question it, his lips capture hers roughly as though wanting to devour her right there in the hallway.

She moans softly against his lips when he slots his leg between hers and moves his hands to her hips, encouraging her to grind down on his thigh at a slow, sensual pace. With every drag of her core against the toned muscle, more whimpers escape her as he possessively tightens his hold on her hips.

“Channie,” she pants, “need you… need you now.”

He hums, a smirk tugging at his lips as he trails kisses along her jaw. “Yeah? How badly do you need me?”

“So bad, so, so bad. ’s all I could think of tonight,” Juliet admits, her hands pawing at his shirt in an attempt to unbutton it, “you look so good… please…” She can feel herself soaking through her panties, and her face grows even warmer at the thought that there might already be a wet spot on his slacks from her arousal as well.

“You’ll have to be patient, princess,” he coos, smiling when she squirms from the pet name, “we have all night, and I have every intention to take my time with you.”

Pressing one last kiss to her lips, he sinks to his knees and lifts up her dress. Teasingly, he drags his fingers across her core, feeling how damp the black lacy material became from her slick as her hips buck into his touch. His eyes flit up to watch her as his thumb rubs firm circles on her clit, taking in her closed eyes and parted lips, chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

Chan hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties before slowly sliding them down her legs, fully exposing her core to him. “So pretty,” he murmurs, using his thumbs to gently spread apart her folds as she whines above him. “You’re so wet, baby. Who is this for?”

“You, only you, Channie,” Juliet gasps, “please—need you so bad, it hurts…” She moans loudly when he finally dives in, dragging his tongue between her folds to lick up her arousal. Wrapping an arm around her left thigh, he guides her to hook her leg over his shoulder to give him more access.

He laps greedily at her core as she reaches down to tangle her fingers into his hair, her other hand gripping desperately at the wall in an attempt to keep herself upright. Chasing the feeling of his lips where she’s most sensitive while balancing on one leg, she writhes incessantly in his grasp, cries of his name spilling from her lips over and over again as his tongue dips into her soaked entrance.

“Taste so sweet, baby, just wanna do this forever,” Chan groans into her folds, the vibrations adding to her pleasure as she tugs harder on his hair with a whine. “You like that? Want me to eat you out all night until you can’t come anymore?”

Juliet tries to answer him, but her mind blanks the moment he flattens his tongue against her clit before sucking on it harshly, and all that comes out of her mouth is a broken sob. “W-Want your cock too,” she finally manages to whimper, head thrown back against the wall at the euphoria consuming every part of her body.

“That’s right, you’re never satisfied until you’ve come around my cock, hm?” he purrs, rubbing her thigh soothingly as her hips rock messily into his face, an indication that she’s nearing her first orgasm of the night. “My princess is always so insatiable.”

“Only for you,” Juliet gasps, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the familiar knot in her stomach tightens, “fuck—Channie, ’m so close, pl-please, can I come? Please?”

He briefly pulls away from her core to place a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. “Such a good girl. Gonna give you everything you want, I promise. Come for me, baby, show me how good you feel,” he mumbles, firmly flicking her swollen clit with his tongue until she shatters with a cry, chest heaving heavily as he eagerly laps up her arousal.

Shuddering, she slumps against the wall, knowing her buckling knees would’ve caused her to crumple to the floor if not for the secure hold he has on her. With soft licks at her core, he helps her ride out her orgasm, the whimpers she lets out going straight to his cock and making it strain against his pants almost painfully.

He wraps an arm around her waist to steady her as he gets up, his other hand cradling the side of her face to pull her into a fiery kiss. She moans at the taste of her release as he licks sensually into her mouth, resuming her attempt at unbuttoning his shirt. Her patience runs thin, and it doesn’t take long before she gives up on fumbling with the tiny buttons, resorting to yanking them undone.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Chan mutters, earning a pleased giggle from her before lifting her off the ground to carry her further into the apartment, kicking his shoes off in the process. Carefully, he lays her down on the marble kitchen island, his thumb brushing over her flushed cheek as though handling porcelain. “Can I continue, baby?”

“Yes,” Juliet responds immediately, starry-eyed, “you can do anything you want to me. Need you right now.”

Grinning, he leans down to kiss her again, his firm body draped over hers as his hands begin kneading her breasts over the silky fabric of her dress, relishing in the soft pants she lets out into the kiss.

His lips drift down to her jawline, and she tips her head back to allow him better access to her neck as he nibbles and sucks at her skin, leaving blooming marks that will undoubtedly last for the next several days. Meanwhile, his fingers deftly untie the straps of her dress so he can pull the top portion down and help remove her strapless bra, which he drops to the floor without so much as a glance in its direction.

Immediately, he attaches his mouth to her breast, his tongue swirling around the perked nipple as his hand fondles the other. Juliet sighs happily as he doesn’t let up on his ministrations, feeling his teeth graze along her skin while he marks up her chest. He switches sides eventually, wrapping his lips around the other nipple and flicking it with his tongue to pull more breathy whines from her.

His unoccupied hand moves from her waist to the skirt of her dress, pulling the fabric up so it bunches around her waist. A squeal leaves her parted lips when he drags his fingers along her folds, slick from the orgasm she just had.

“Sensitive, baby?” Chan purrs against her skin, still pressing long, sensual kisses to her flushed chest as he continues teasing her, fingertips skimming over her core just to hear her whine in protest, his body draped over hers firmly to keep her wriggling to a minimum.

“Want y-you inside,” she says, sounding far less commanding than she’d like from the quiver in her voice thanks to his thumb toying with her clit.

Pretending to consider it, he drops a sweet peck on her swollen lips. “Not yet, pretty,” he coos, “need to prep you first.”

“I don’t need it, want your cock now!”

His eyes twinkle down at her, and he can’t help the little beat his heart skips from her cute, pouty expression. Shaking his head, he chides with a tut, “So bossy.”

“Are you really gonna deny me on my bir—oh,” she heaves out a choked gasp as he slips two fingers into her core, burying them to the last knuckle and finding an increasingly fast rhythm.

Chan chuckles, the deep timbre causing her to gush more around his fingers. “You were saying, princess?” As expected, she’s unable to piece together a coherent thought, let alone voice it out loud. “That’s what I thought. You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”

Desperately, she nods, eyes fluttering shut and lips parted in a silent moan as he continues pumping his fingers into her. She can feel her arousal dripping around his digits and down her inner thighs, and with every precise thrust the knot in her stomach tightens more and more.

Her loud whines echo through the open kitchen when he adds a third finger, filling her up completely. “Good, baby?” he mumbles against her skin, now adding more love bites to the collection blooming across her chest.

“Yes, so, so good,” Juliet sighs, her voice soft and serene. In intimate moments like these with him, she always feels as though she’s floating on a cloud, head fuzzy and body buzzing with euphoria. “Baby, ’m close…”

Chan hums in response, his eyes now trained on his fingers entering her soaked core, filling the space with lewd noises that flood her cheeks with rosiness. “I know, you’re squeezing around me so tightly. Gonna make you feel good, princess. You’re gonna let your Channie make you feel good, right?”

He begins grinding his palm against her clit, stimulating the sensitive nub as she writhes and moans beneath him. She’s fully incoherent at this point, sobs of his name and babbles about being close are the only things leaving her mouth as he holds her hips in place with his other hand.

“C—fuck, Channie! ’M coming—” Stars dance across Juliet’s vision as her second orgasm slams into her, her body tensing up as mind-numbing pleasure shocks her every nerve. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers, thrusting them slower but just as deeply to help her ride it out.

“There you go, baby. Such a good girl, you came so much for me,” Chan murmurs in her ear, delighted with how responsive she always is to his touch as she mewls at the sensitivity, twitching thighs clamping around his hand. His fingers are completely coated with her release as he slips them out, leaving more dribbling from her core as it clenches around emptiness.

He peppers kisses all over her face while she fully comes down from her high, his usual sweet, gentle demeanour returning as he tends to her. “Good, angel?” he asks, but when all this elicits is a quiet moan from her, he immediately starts to worry that she might be too spent to continue. “I think we should take a short break first, okay?”

Juliet’s eyes snap open at his words, and she adamantly shakes her head. “I want more,” she tells him while giving him her best puppy eyes, “I need you, Channie.”

“You have me, always,” he reassures with a peck to her lips, but it doesn’t stop her from pouting beneath him, “just wanted to make sure if you need some rest before continuing.”

Smiling at his obvious care for her, she takes his hand and laces their fingers together. “I’m good, I promise, but I really, really, really need you inside me or I’ll go insane.”

Her heart does flips at the bright laughter he lets out. “Well, who am I to deny my princess what she wants?” he muses teasingly, sliding her bunched up dress down her legs before letting it drop to the floor, leaving her completely bare on the counter. He begins undressing himself, well aware of her desperate gaze trained on him as he tosses his shirt to the side, then unbuckling his belt to take off his pants.

Juliet reaches down to fumble with the clasp on her heel, but Chan stops her before she can unhook it.

“Leave them on,” he commands gently, causing a pleasant shiver to run down her spine, “they look gorgeous on you.”

Adrenaline flows through her veins as he steps closer, stroking his painfully hard cock several times before nudging the leaking tip against her clit. She moans when he drags his tip along her folds, coating his length with her slick arousal; she attempts sending him a silent signal to hurry up by wriggling her hips, but with an infuriating smirk he holds them still while continuing with his teasing.

“Baby, wait,” he says suddenly, and she blinks up at him expectantly, “do you want me to get a condom?”

Juliet gestures for him to lean in, a blush appearing on his cheeks when she drapes her arms over his shoulders to bring him even closer until their faces are almost touching. “It’s okay,” she purrs, satisfaction filling her as the blush spreads to the tips of his ears, “wanna feel all of you tonight.”

Knowing she’s on birth control, he doesn’t need additional convincing. While they usually still prefer to use condoms to be extra safe, on rare occasions they’ll indulge in forgoing one, and what’s a birthday without a little indulgence?

He groans as her walls clench around the head of his cock the moment it slips inside her entrance, her previous orgasm allowing him to smoothly push into her inch by inch. His arms hook around her thighs to wrap them around his waist, bottoming out and causing a high-pitched whine to erupt from her throat from how his pelvis brushes against her clit.

“Move,” Juliet demands, but flutters her lashes at Chan when he gives her a knowing look, “please?”

“That’s more like it, baby,” he coos, dragging his cock almost halfway out before slamming back into her, the thrust so powerful that her body would’ve shifted up the counter if his hands weren’t firmly pinning her hips down to stop her from moving. “Keep those legs wrapped around me, okay?”

She can only let out another whine in response as she obliges, crossing her ankles over his lower back as he builds his pace, tears dripping down her cheeks from being so stretched out in the best way possible. Cries of his name spill from her lips and her hips desperately try to match his speed.

“You feel so good, baby. So perfect for me,” Chan praises, burying his head in her neck and wrapping his lips around the sensitive spot behind her ear, and instinctively she tilts her head back to give him more access. “Love you so, so much, gonna give you the world, I promise.”

Before she can respond, a loud, utterly sinful mewl spills from her lips as he angles his hips differently to deliver another sharp thrust. “Fuck—me too, Channie, I love you so much.” Her legs tighten around his waist, causing her heels to dig into his skin. “F-Feels s-s-so—”

“Yeah? How does it feel, baby? Tell me,” he urges, now looking down at her with a playful glint in his eyes, “use your words like a good girl.”

It’s easier said than done when he’s jamming his hips into hers like this, each precise thrust smashing his cock into the pliant spot that makes all logical thought vacate her mind. Her nails leave faint pink scratches down his arms and back as she clings to him, the only thing anchoring her amidst the bliss she’s floating in.

“Too fucked out to speak?” Chan mocks, and she feels herself gushing around him even more at his tone. “I’m nowhere done with you tonight, angel. C’mon, you can do it.”

“Fe-feels amazing,” Juliet gasps out, choking on her own moans, “feel s-so good inside me, Channie. L-Love when you fuck me…”

He smiles and rests his forehead on hers to gaze deeply into her eyes. “Good girl. Will you come for me, pretty baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants breathlessly, the pressure in her stomach building as he shows no signs of slowing down, aiming his thrusts into her sweet spot until stars dance across her vision. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head when she feels his thumb gently pressing on her clit, swollen and begging for attention, before rubbing firm circles that have her falling apart, the intense pleasure finally exploding through her body as she trembles beneath him.

Smashing his lips against hers, Chan swallows the broken sobs of his name as she rides out her third orgasm of the night, the fluttering of her warm walls around his length bringing him closer to his own release.

Once her breathing evens and her body begins to relax, he carefully pulls out of her spent cunt, his still-hard cock slapping against his abs and glistening with her cum. “Princess, you’re so beautiful, and you did so well for me,” he coos, gentle fingers parting her soaked folds so he can better admire the slick dripping from her entrance.

Juliet can only manage a whimper in response, still dazed from the intense yet satisfying orgasm that she’s now putty under his touch. Her pliant state allows him to hook his arms around her legs to push them up, resting her ankles on his shoulders with her knees practically pressed to her chest.

“Fuck,” she gasps when she feels him enter her once again, burying his cock all the way to the base with ease as her core clenches around him. The new position has him reaching even deeper inside her, and she can’t help her loud cries as a new wave of pleasure washes over her. “Channie, it’s so much, you’re so d-deep, oh my God—”

“Just a little more,” he says, resuming his merciless thrusts as she whimpers and wails at the overstimulation, “you just feel so perfect, baby. Gonna make me come so hard...”

Heat prickles at her cheeks from the wet noises that bounce off the kitchen walls, and she wouldn’t be at all surprised if a small puddle of her arousal has already formed on the counter. His rhythm falters and his thrusts become sloppier, a clear indication that he’s nearing his high. “Baby, ’m close, where do you want me to—”

“Inside—ngh—inside, Channie, please...”

Her words take a few seconds to sink in, but once they do he goes still and looks at her with widened eyes and flushed cheeks. “W-What?” he asks, worried he totally misheard her.

“Want you to come inside me,” she whispers, face burning as she makes the confession. While there’ve been rare occasions like tonight where they were intimate without protection, he always pulled out to finish on her, but for the longest time she’s wanted to know what it feels like if he didn’t.

He cups her cheek as he watches her face carefully for any sign of hesitation. “Are you sure, baby? Like, positive?”

“I’m sure,” she reassures. “I… I want to know what it feels like, but if you don’t want to I totally understand too—”

His cock throbs against her walls, making both of them moan in unison. “Fuck, of course I want to, I want to so fucking badly, but I really need to make sure you’re okay with it.”

“I want it,” she says earnestly, gazing into his eyes with determination, “wanna feel all of you, Channie.”

The mental image of his release dripping from her has him growing harder than ever before, and he practically whines out his next words. “Then I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

He barely finishes his sentence before he resumes thrusting, pulling out halfway before snapping his cock into her so roughly that her eyes roll back. The sensitivity in her core is overwhelming in the best way possible, and she knows he’s getting close again from how he clumsily kisses along her neck, his heavy breaths fanning across her skin as he chases his orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he babbles, “gonna come inside your pretty cunt and fill you up, okay? You’re mine, right? My pretty baby.”

Chants of ‘yours’ spill from Juliet’s lips endlessly until he tips over the edge, and his hips stutter as he comes inside her, the kitchen resounding with their moans while thick, warm ropes of his release paint her walls.

He can’t stop. Low groans leave him as he continues thrusting weakly to ride out the rest of his high, his cock throbbing against her sweet spot as her core squeezes around him to milk him dry. She feels so unbelievably full and sated, the only thing on their minds being the sinful sounds of his cum being pushed back into her with every shallow thrust.

“Channie,” she whimpers, gently running her nails along his broad, muscular back, “there’s so much, you came so much… feels so good…”

He lifts his head from her shoulder, hair falling over his eyes as he gives her a grin. “It’s all for you, princess,” he coos, pressing himself deep inside her again to hear her gasp, “and you’re taking it all so well. Always so perfect for me, my good girl.”

Giggling, she pulls him in closer to kiss him sweetly. “I love you, I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” he insists as he helps her let down her sore thighs so he can massage them. “Happy Birthday, my love.”

“Thank you, baby. So…” she trails off teasingly, twirling his necklace around her finger, “what now?”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

Juliet guesses that hours have passed. She’s not sure, but it certainly feels like it from just how many times he’s made her come. Neither of them are able to keep their hands off each other—as soon as they’re done catching their breaths, she’s bent or flipped into a new position so they can go for yet another round.

Everything feels so wet too; their combined releases are dripping out of her and onto his lap as he fucks her senseless, bouncing her on his cock like it’s the only thing she’s meant to do. Their lips—currently locked in a messy, desperate kiss—are swollen and glossy, but they can’t bring themselves to care.

“Feeling good, baby?” Chan asks breathlessly, holding her tear-stained cheek as he thrusts up sharply to pull another whine from her.

His question barely registers in her fuzzy mind, the experienced rolls of his hips reducing her brain to a pile of mush until the only word she knows for certain is his name. “Good, s’good, amazing,” she finally slurs, hardly coherent in her blissed-out state.

“Yeah? You feel me in here, princess?” His palm rests over her lower stomach and lightly presses down for emphasis, and the resulting moan she lets out has his cock twitching against her sweet spot, the sensation making him hiss as he clutches her waist tighter.

Juliet sighs contentedly. “Mm… feels s’full, you’re so big, Channie.” Her words encourage him to go faster and harder, driving his cock into her cunt over and over again while nipping at her neck to ease the tension.

“You feel so perfect too, baby, so soft and warm, and so fucking wet,” he smiles at the whimper she lets out from the praise, “you’re always so good to me. Wanna make my pretty baby feel this good forever, will you let me?”

“Yesyesyesyes—fuck, Channie, I think ’m close again, wanna come so bad. More, wan’ more,…”

His hand moves from her cheek to her chest, pinching and rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers. “Then come, come for me whenever you want.”

Arching into his touch, her pleas for him not to stop fill the bedroom as pressure builds in her gut, a telltale sign that another mind-numbing orgasm is just around the corner. When his hand finally finds her clit and starts rubbing the way he knows she likes, her body tenses, lips parting in a silent scream as the intense pleasure crashes down on her.

“Baby, look at me,” he coos, gently tapping her cheek until her eyes flutter open. “That’s my girl, want you to look at me when I make you come.”

Her hazy, unfocused eyes meet his twinkling ones, and despite the overwhelming ecstasy that consumes her body, the clear tenderness and affection he communicates through his gaze and the way he holds her warms her heart. Thighs twitching with the intensity of her release, Juliet leans in to kiss him, her tongue shyly playing with his while the aftershocks rack through her body.

“There you go, there you go,” Chan mumbles sweetly against her lips as he talks her through her orgasm, “you’re doing so, so well, baby. Remember to breathe too, okay? Such a pretty girl, and all for me. God, I love you so much, you know that? Gonna make sure you’ll be dripping with my cum for days—”

His pace grows erratic with his approaching orgasm, and with a few more thrusts he empties his fourth load into her, muffling his moans into her shoulder. His release filling her spasming core prolongs her bliss as he continues whispering praises into her skin, weakly rocking his hips to ride out the rest of his high.

Collapsed into each other’s arms, they both spend the next several minutes catching their breaths with him still buried inside her. Once he’s regained some energy, he carefully helps her off him and turns her around rather than laying her on the bed. It doesn’t take long for her to realise his intentions.

“Channie,” she whimpers as she locks eyes with him through the full-length mirror in front of them. “Wh—”

“Want you to look at yourself,” he says, pressing a kiss to her temple, “see how pretty you look all ruined like this.”

The sight before her is filthy—her sitting on his lap with her thighs spread over his again, only this time they’re both facing the mirror. Their hair is messy from the past few hours, and their bodies are completely covered in marks from each other. She flushes at their new position that gives them a clear view of her sore, swollen cunt.

His fingers gently spread her folds apart, and they watch with lust-filled eyes as his cum begins seeping out of her entrance, mixing with her own release. She lets out a high-pitched squeal when he drags his fingers along her folds, thighs closing around his hand before he holds them apart with a firm grip.

“So messy,” Chan coos, spreading their release all over her core, “my messy girl.” The smirk on his face is smug and unfairly attractive as he rubs the slick on her sensitive clit, and her core clenches around nothing as moans escape her lips, causing more of his cum to leak out of her.

Immediately, his fingers collect the creamy liquid before pushing it back into her. “Take it all, okay, baby?” he murmurs sweetly. “It’s all for you, need to keep it inside like a good girl.” Choking out an overwhelmed sob, Juliet nods as her body trembles in his arms from the pleasurable overstimulation, letting him continue to play with her cunt until one last orgasm takes over.

“Fuck, you’re incredible, baby. You’re so hot, you did so, so well for me. ’m so proud of you…” The praises spilling from his lips are endless as he helps her ride it out, and with a shaky breath she leans back into his broad chest, completely fucked out and satiated.

Carefully, he lays her down on the bed, making sure she’s comfortable before pressing kisses to everywhere his lips can reach while his hands massage her tired thighs. “My love, how do you feel?”

His heart skips a beat when despite her physical exhaustion, she giggles and smiles up at him with sparkling eyes like he just brought her the moon. “Feeling like I just had the best birthday of my life.”

“Hearing that makes me so happy, you have no idea,” Chan tells her fondly. “I’ll go get a towel for us and run a bath, okay?”

A small frown appears on his face when she wordlessly gives his arm a tug, but it disappears the second he realises what she wants, and he flops down on the mattress next to her with a soft grunt. Juliet lets out a satisfied hum, immediately nestling up against his side to savour his warmth.

“Later,” she mumbles, nuzzling her face into his chest, “let’s stay like this for a while first.”

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, his arm draping over her waist at the same time to keep her close. How is he supposed to say ‘no’ to that?

*hides* they’re so filthyyyyyy oml 🧎🏻‍♀️ straight up bunnies

again, your warm reminder that this is all purely fictional so practise safe sex irl please!!!!!

if you liked this, let me know what you think or feel free to send more chanliet thoughts/asks hehe <3

quiet acts of love that make me cry 🫂

prompt list by @novelbear

always giving the other the first bite of their food

^ or the last bite

gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture/peeking at something

kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

zipping or buttoning their jacket for them

when they follow the sidewalk rule :(

^ like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side...omg

waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off

"did you eat today?"

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

^ or even better: kissing it off

"wear a jacket, it's cold out."

watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.

^ not because they asked them to, but to be able to engage in more conversation related to it when they adorably ramble on and on.

doing their makeup for them

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit.

opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down

lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos

absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

fixing their clothes a little for them when noticing something is off

vulnerability is like so hard, if I told you anything sappy please know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression