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I think the “overly sweet fluff” is an appropriate warning, I am screaming!

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

☆ Genre: Domestic, very suggestive, fluff

☆ Warnings: Hickeys and overly sweet fluff?

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.1k

“It's not that bad!”

“Not that bad? Christopher Bahng, it's literally the size of a golf ball.” 

“ … I like golf.” 

Exasperated with her husband, Y/N turned away from their bedroom mirror and faced the man with her hands on her bare hips. She leaned to the side pointedly as she stared at the blushing man on the bed. The epitome of feigned innocence rolled off of his person in the form of wide, puppy eyes, and his contagious smile lingered on his lips in a way that made Y/N's knees buckle. 

She bit her lip, unable to stop her own smile from spreading across her equally flushed face. 

“It's only been an hour,” Y/N whined, her fingers fluttering by the nape of her neck. “It's gonna look dreadful in the morning.” 

“Dreadful?” Chan's mouth dropped open dramatically as he placed his arms behind his head. “I don't know … I think it looks sexy, no?”

The man smiled further, his eyes travelling from the burst of colour to his wife's heated eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N covered her steaming face with her hands and turned away again towards the mirror. She peered at herself through the gaps of her fingers; even with her arms acting like shields in front of her body, she was still able to see the large crimson splotch on her skin. It almost looked like a shedding rose; its outer petals kissed the base of her throat and the dip of her collarbone. Smaller petals dotted the line of her shoulders and the sides of her chest in explosions of pink, red, and purple.

It was late in the evening; not yet midnight, but late enough. Chan and Y/N had spent the day practically glued to each other's side as they indulged in what felt like a twenty-four hour, non-stop date. Y/N was unsure if there had been a moment where they hadn't been touching in some way … Chan's arms had been strong around her torso as they made breakfast together, their shoulders pressed up against each other as they ate together, their legs locking as they watched TV together … and then their bodies entwining as they landed atop their bed together in a heated flurry of movement.

Y/N slowly flitted her gaze from the markings that circled her neck like an elaborate necklace. She blinked softly as she focused on what reflected behind her. Chan was leaning back on his hands, his head cocked to the side and his eyes hooded as he watched his wife with an affectionate smile.

He looked ethereal in the dim bedroom lighting. His fair skin had taken on the deep tones of luxurious amber under the warping shadows, each curve of his muscular build like a stretch of golden silk against the bedsheets. Smudges of Y/N's lipstick lingered against the angles of his jaw and the defined map of his abdomen in scarlet kisses, and as Chan smirked at her in the mirror, his eyes glimmered with the warmth and richness of dark chocolate. They sparkled playfully, Chan's gaze slow and provocative as it trailed down Y/N's body, the man chewing on his swollen bottom lip. 

The way he looked sprawled over the messy sheets, combined with the way he was looking at her made Y/N swallow thickly, her breath hitching. 

“What?” Chan hummed under his breath. 

Y/N looked down, her cheeks ablaze. “You're … just … “

“Just what … ?”

Y/N didn't trust what would happen if she was to say what was at the forefront of her mind. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling instead. “Infuriating.” 

She was still looking down at her clasped hands as a wave of shyness washed over her; she didn't notice when Chan slipped off of their bed, his tread light when he came to stand behind her. Her eyes widened abruptly when his fingertips danced along her sides, his palms smoothing over her skin and his strong arms following until they were looped around her in an engulfing hug. 

He was completely pressed up against her as he enveloped her into him. Y/N could feel every inch of his skin melting into hers, heat kindling between them both like a fine line of prickling electricity. 

“Infuriating?” Chan's voice was husky as his lips brushed against Y/N's bruised neck. He grinned in a teasing manner as he lightly grazed his teeth against the large mark. 

Y/N's chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched what he was doing in the mirror. She lightly slapped his forearm. “Don't do that! You're gonna make it worse.” 

Chan laughed silently. His pectoral muscles were hard against Y/N's shoulder blades with the movement, and he kissed her neck, his fingers trailing up her body until they landed at the darkening hickey he had left behind earlier. 

“You can always cover it up,” Chan hummed, circling the mark with his fingernail. “Though I don't understand why you'd want to. It looks beautiful.” 

Y/N leaned back into him, legs weak. “To you, maybe. To the random people we bump into on the street? I don't think so.” 

Chuckling, Chan moved so he was standing in front of her. He replaced his arms around her waist as he lowered his head, his lips soft and warm as they met the curves of Y/N's chest. “What about here?” 

Voice wavering, Y/N looked down at him. “What do you mean, what about here?” 

“You know what I mean,” Chan said, his voice reverberating through his wife's skin. “Think you need a few more marks, hmm? You know … so the other ones don’t feel … lonely.”  

Y/N looked away. She felt as though her heart would leap out of her chest at any moment if he kept this up.  

“Do what you want,” she murmured, causing Chan to grin. She placed a finger in line with the soft hollows of her collarbones. “Just not above here.” 

Chan stood up again. His hands swept up Y/N's neck before he cupped her face. Y/N looked up at him with dilated eyes, and she was grateful for the security of his touch holding her up when he leaned down to connect his lips with hers. 

“Deal,” Chan whispered, hands travelling down to the small of her back again. “Ready for round two?” 

His question suddenly made Y/N burst into a fit of hushed giggles against her husband's mouth. “That was the cringiest thing you could have possibly said right now. Who asks that?” 

Chan grinned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Obviously someone who cares about your well-being.” 

“Really? You care about my well-being after giving me all of these?” Y/N gestured wildly to her top half. “You nearly ate me alive.” 

“Oh yeah? But from the sounds you were making, I think you enjoyed it.” 

The couple erupted into slightly giddy laughter, their burning noses bumping against one another's in the process. Chan's hands were hot as they smoothed over Y/N's back, pulling her closer to him, and overcome with a sudden rush of affection, Y/N locked her arms around the man's neck. She giggled against his lips when Chan's grip travelled to her thighs; she was swiftly lifted up into the security of his strong arms, and  the sheets were warm on her skin when Chan set her down.

Y/N smiled up at Chan with figurative hearts exploding in amongst the centre of her pupils. 

Chan lowered his head a little, as if he was going in for a kiss. But he stopped for a moment. The softest of smiles spread across his face as his gaze absorbed every one of Y/N's details. His heart leapt against the walls of his chest as he did so, and he was almost in a trance of overflowing devotion as he very delicately traced the backs of his fingers down the side of his wife's face.

“What … ?” YN breathed, her chest rising and falling against his. 

Chan's smile grew further. “Just … thinking about how much I love you.” 

Y/N's eyes widened. They had been together for almost a decade, and even though she had heard those three words leaving his mouth more and more as their time spent together increased, Y/N couldn't help but feel stunned all the same. Something about the way Chan was looking at her, and the glow to his skin and the raw honesty of his tone was making her head spin. Chan wasn't one to say things unless he completely meant it … Y/N knew that more than anyone. 

Her cheeks stung from the intensity of her blush, and she covered her face again with her hands, her legs kicking around the sheets. 

“Hey, no … “ Chan laughed under his breath, his fingers travelling to circle around Y/N's wrists. “We've talked about this, baby. No covering your face when I'm looking at you.” 

“But you're making me blush,” Y/N whined through her fingers. “I already look like … a lobster.” 

Chan chuckled, gently removing his wife's hands. He lay them down by the side of her head and very slowly entwined his fingers with hers. 

“The prettiest … ” Chan mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Most beautiful … “ he kissed her nose, “Sexiest lobster I've ever seen.” 

His smile landed on her lips, and Y/N immediately squeezed his fingers. With her hands under Chan's grip, she couldn't do anything but let the man kiss her with his slow, maddening pace … her lips were buzzing as Chan cushioned them with his own, the softness of his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth and leaving behind the intoxicating cloud of his taste.

“Christopher … “ Y/N whispered against his lips. “I … “ 

He didn't let her finish. His kiss deepened and the woman's back arched up until the curve of her body was completely pressed into his. 

“What were you gonna say?” Chan teased her when he pulled away, his thumbs caressing her palms. 

Y/N swallowed, trying to regain her breath. She suddenly burst into a fit of quiet laughter a moment later, and she looked up into her husband's eyes as he laid his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” she giggled, her words hot on his mouth. “I love you so fucking much.” 

Her words made Chan's entire face light up. His lips were suddenly on hers again, his thighs squeezing around her hips in an embrace of their own. 

*☆*☆* 

Chan couldn't stop laughing. His arms folded across his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe, Chan watched in growing amusement as Y/N applied her third layer of colour corrector over the plum sized bruise stretching across her neck for the fourth time. 

“Are you having fun?” Y/N attempted a dry tone despite the smile that betrayed her. “Is this really funny to you?” 

“Yeah,” Chan chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah, it is.” 

Y/N attempted to cover her blanket of green with a full coverage concealer. She dabbed around the perimeters carefully, blending the edges softly into her skin so as not to disturb the product over the area she was trying to conceal. 

Alas, regardless of her layers of heavy duty coverage, the richness of the burgundy splotch still managed to peek through. Y/N sighed and dropped her powder down onto her vanity with a pointed look at her husband. 

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Y/N wrinkled her nose at him as he continued to smirk. “You just want an excuse to stay indoors.”

“I didn't!” Chan protested with pink cheeks. “I didn't mean to do it that high up. Just … got carried away.” 

Snorting at her husband's words, Y/N craned her neck to the side, observing the situation. It was still obvious even when she squinted, and having no intention to wear a high neck garment in the forty degree Australian heat, Y/N gave up. She pushed away from her vanity table and instead made her way to Chan who immediately caught her in his arms, pulling her into him by the waist. 

“Looks like you win,” Y/N smiled up at him as she looped her arms around his neck, lovingly tugging at the soft curls kissing the nape of his neck. “Again. Movie date it is. Because there's no way I'm going out with this visible monster.” 

The passion in her words made Chan burst into laughter. He dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You can pick all the movies. And I'll make you your favourite pasta.” 

Y/N's eyes lit up at that. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” Chan grinned. He hugged her a little closer, his heartbeat mingling with hers. “As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy with anything.” 

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Akh love, that was so sweet 🥹🥹🥹

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

☆ Genre: Idol!au, fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chan

☆ Word Count: 1.5k

Pausing at the end of the corridor, Y/N pursed her lips. 

She didn't want to disturb him, not when he had been working so hard for the past few hours; but for some reason she missed him a little extra today, and she couldn't wait any longer, her heart aching with the urge to be tucked up in the safety of his arms. She wanted - needed -  to be close to him. Y/N felt like she would lose her mind entirely if she wasn't with him in the next five minutes, and her footsteps quickened as she made her way to her destination. 

Quietly pushing open the heavy door to Chan's studio, Y/N stepped inside. Her gaze landed on the man she sought out who was hunched over his desk; his brows were furrowed in concentration as he tapped his finger over his bottom lip. He looked entirely lost in thought with his plump lips in the form of a round pout, the edge of his beanie almost sliding down his face from the intensity of his frown. For a second, Y/N thought the man hadn't heard her enter; but he looked up a moment later, and his tired face broke into a happy smile upon seeing her.  

“Hi, baby … ” Chan's words were elongated as he leaned back in his chair, stretching his cramped arms high above his head. He groaned loudly, a yawn coming over him as he did so, and the hem of his oversized hoodie trailed up his stomach with the movement, revealing the soft contours of his abdominal muscles. 

Smiling at the endearing sight, Y/N padded over to him and stopped just before his chair; she pulled his chair a little bit away from his desk, and Chan watched her with a soft smile as she swung her legs over his and carefully settled herself into her lap. She slid her arms around his torso as she let her face drop into the crook of his neck and slowly let her body sink into the curve of his. 

Heart swelling at the sudden, welcome affection, Chan's eyes were tender as he wrapped his strong arms around Y/N's shoulders. He held her close to him, the muscles of him engulfing her frame in a way that made Y/N burrow herself further into his embrace, her fingers tangling into the fabric of his hoodie at the small of his back as he delicately rubbed her shoulders. 

“Hey, baby,” Chan repeated in a low whisper, his words brushing the side of her temple in the form of a floating kiss. His hand found its way to the back of her head, and his fingers relayed the lightest of touches as they caressed their way up and down her hair. “Everything okay?” 

Y/N nodded against him, her breathing slowing down as she inhaled the sweet familiarity of him. The skin of his neck was silky against her nose, the fine grain of it sending waves of comfort through her as she nuzzled her face against it; he was warm, so warm that Y/N felt all the tension that had been stored in her body just moments previously slowly begin to melt away in a way that only he could manage to orchestrate. 

“Just … missed you,” Y/N hummed, hugging him a little tighter. “Sorry for disturbing you, work addict.” 

At that, Chan grinned. He planted a loving kiss to the top of her head before attempting to pull her egen closer to him, his body solid and sturdy against hers as he adjusted his arms. “You didn't disturb me … you know I'm always happy to see you, baby girl.”

Y/N's mouth curved into a content smile at his words. She had almost become a liquid tucked up in his arms, and she melted further into Chan's body just as the man’s fingers kissed her jaw and cupped her face in his hands. He pulled away ever so slightly so he could look at her face, and the woman was glad for his hold on her when her gaze locked on his, the intensity in his eyes making her feel like she was falling. 

Chan's face was one of pure love and affection as he gazed at her; Y/N's skin flushed at the sudden emotion in his eyes, and her breath hitched, the tiny sound making Chan laugh quietly. 

“You're so beautiful,” Chan whispered, his thumbs moving in slow strokes over her cheekbones. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the woman's forehead, her skin heating up further beneath his touch.

She gulped, suddenly overcome with a wave of shyness that robbed her of her words. Y/N couldn't stop looking into Chan's eyes, and her head spun from the sheer amount of feeling that was spilling out of them the longer he caressed her face. The man started to chuckle at her reaction, though he couldn't stop the warm blush of his own that had begun to glow on his nose.

“When are you coming home?” Y/N asked him as she tightened her arms a little more around his waist, almost as if she couldn't bear to let go of him. “It's late.” 

Chan sighed leisurely, his hands splaying over her back and keeping her close to him. “Well … I guess I could come now … ?” 

Y/N's eyes immediately lit up at that, making Chan laugh. He pulled her back into him, guiding her head back to top of his collarbone as his hold on her enveloped him completely in his warmth.

“We could grab some food on the way … “ Chan suggested slowly, his words like a secret as they brushed against Y/N's head, his fingers starting to thread through her hair again. “ … And then we can go home, and watch something? How does that sound?” 

Y/N sat up, frowning at him. “You're forgetting something.” 

“I am?” Chan cocked his head to the side. 

“You forgot to say you're gonna cuddle me so much that I won't be able to escape for the next few hours,” Y/N laughed as she looked up at him again, and Chan grinned in return, his arms tightening around her in response.

“Ah, well, that's always a part of the deal no matter what,” Chan chuckled. He landed a sweet kiss to the top of Y/N's head once she dropped it against his chest again. His hands slipped under the hem of her t-shirt and were incredibly delicate as they rubbed the overwhelming heat of his skin into her back, the woman sighing with contentment at the feeling. 

Chan smiled happily, nuzzling his face against the side of her head. “I love when you're like this,“ he whispered, his voice brushing the rim of her ear in another kiss. “You're so adorable. It makes me wanna cuddle you even more.” 

“No objections here,” Y/N mumbled. A minute later, her stomach rumbled loudly in the comfortable silence that had developed between them, and Chan burst into amused chuckles as he peered down at her. 

“Looks like we're gonna have to get that food pretty quickly, aye?” Chan grinned, sweeping Y/N's hair away from her face. “Sounds like your stomach objects.” 

Y/N giggled, embarrassed. She sat up and cupped her hands around Chan's face, her fingers caressing the smooth skin of his cheekbones. “So … does that mean we're really gonna go home like right now?” 

Chan responded by reaching an arm around her. He shut his laptop and picked his phone up from his desk before sliding it into his pocket. 

Y/N was shocked. “What's gotten into you?” 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Chan said nonchalantly. 

“Well, usually you're like ‘five more minutes’ and the five more minutes turn into fifty minutes, and then you say ‘five more minutes’ again, and - “

“Okay, okay,” Chan laughed, breaking Y/N's words off with a kiss. He brushed his nose against hers in a gentle kiss of its own, and the woman's flush deepened as his hands rested at her waist. “I guess I just missed you too. Like, a lot.” 

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Did you really miss me, or was it the idea of food?” 

“Hey,” Chan leaned forward and pressed another kiss to her smile. “I really missed you.” 

And then, “And I'm hungry.” 

“I feel betrayed,” Y/N huffed, though she couldn't help but melt into his kiss again when Chan captured her lips with his own, the soft movement of his mouth warm and plush and really telling her just how much he had missed her. She bit her lip when he pulled away, and the man caressed her face before kissing her forehead, and then her nose. 

“Come on,” Chan hummed as Y/N hastily slid off his lap. He slipped his hand into hers and made sure to snap the lights of his studio off before opening the door for her, letting her exit first. “What do you feel like eating? I could really go for some pizza right now … “ 

Y/N didn't need to verbalise her response. Her stomach rumbled again at his suggestion, and Chan's light laughter bounced off of the walls in the corridor as he squeezed her fingers just a little tighter. 

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