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i-love-ateez · 7 months

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I loved this fic so much!! 😭😭🥰🥰

𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

Park Seonghwa X fem!reader

Summary: You're desperate for your husband, Seonghwa, so he rails you. Aggressively. That's all.

WC: 3.7k

Names used on reader: Slut, whore, sweetheart, (dumb) baby, love, good/bad girl

CW: Just smut, filthy smut, this is so fucking filthy, but fluffy aftercare (always)

Smut warnings: Mommy!Seonghwa (obv, you should know this about me by now. Or you can call him Daddy, idc), mild CNC (very mild), safeword is present (but not used), dacryphilia, degradation, hair pulling, light bondage, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, choking, fingering, biting, marking (all reader receiving), unprotected PIV sex (missionary, from behind, riding), breeding kink, spit play, clit play, oral sex (idol receiving), facefucking (reader receiving)

AN: This is the full version of this drabble (because y'all ate that shit UP).

My GOD this is so much more than I imagined it would be. Every time the warning list got longer, I was amazed by how much I actually put in. I thought it was tame until I realized how much there actually was.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy, lovelies. 💜

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

“Hwa?” You called softly, stepping into his office. You see a stressed Seonghwa, with his jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together. But at the sound of your voice, he looks up.

And his eyes go wide as he looks you up and down. Wearing nothing but his large, expensive, iconic fur coat.

You were desperate for him. That’s all there was to it. You’d been missing him for hours, and so, you decided to go visit him when the desire was too much for you to fix by yourself.

You were about to explain yourself when Seonghwa scoffed, getting up from his chair. Your heart thundered against your ribs as he rounded the desk.

“Really now?” He asked, dragging his fingers across the glossy surface of the wood. He quickly crossed the room and used those same fingers to reach up and grab your jaw. “This is how you ask?”

“Yes,” you said, smirking, getting exactly what you wanted from him. When he was stressed, angry, rough, it was a treat. You loved your gentleman husband, but you had your moments where you wanted to be treated like a cheap whore.

And he was in the mood to do just that.

“What happened to asking like a good girl?”

“I’m not a good girl.”

Seonghwa raised his brows and tilted his head, looking at you for a few more seconds, wondering if this was really what you wanted.

When you didn’t say anything, he tightened his hold on your jaw and yanked you closer before he slid down to grip onto your throat. Your hands flew out to grip onto his shirt as he squeezed, forcing a squeak out of you.

“Is that so? Then I guess I’ll have to treat you like a bad girl.”

“Please,” you breathed, and Seonghwa was finally understanding the game you were bringing him into.

He needed a break from work anyway.

“Safeword?” He asked softly, loosening his grip on your neck.

“Stars.”

“Good girl.”

You were on your back on the floor before you knew it. Nevermind the chairs or the desk, the floor was where Seonghwa decided you’d belonged.

His face was already in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while his hand was rubbing fast, aggressive circles into your clit.

“Hwa, slow-” You cried out when he interrupted you with a harsh slap to your cunt, his other hand snaking up into your hair and gripping on at the roots.

“You asked for this, don’t tell me it’s too much already,” he growled against your skin, going back to rub your clit. “And you know that’s not my name.” He bit down on your neck again, forcing another cry out of you.

“Mommy!”

“There you go.”

Seonghwa’s fingers slid down to your slit, rubbing up against it to make you squirm and buck your hips up to push him inside. He clicked his tongue and slapped your cunt again.

“Quit moving,” he spat, continuing to rub on your slit. You dropped your head back against the wooden floor and whimpered, clenching around nothing. Seonghwa couldn’t help but smirk as he pushed just the tips inside. “Aww, this is what you want, right? You wanna be stuffed full?”

“Yes Mommy.” You gripped onto his shirt tighter, trying to pull him in more, moving your hips up again. “Please-” But you were cut off when he slapped you again.

“When are you gonna learn to stay fucking still?” Seonghwa pulled away from your neck to stare down at you, his eyes narrowed and dark, a fire burning behind them. You could feel tears already forming in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes flashed with concern for a moment, but when you made no move to stop him, he put his hand back on your cunt to tease your slit again.

“Are you gonna behave this time? Or do I have to tell you again?”

“I’ll behave.”

“Then stay-” Seonghwa slowly pushed his fingers inside you, as deep as he could, and curled his fingers up into your spot. “-still.”

It took everything in you to not fuck back up on his hand, but you did it. You made yourself stay still as Seonghwa slowly pumped his fingers inside, then quickly sped up to a fast and brutal pace, making sure to hit your spot over and over again.

Your thighs were shaking as Seonghwa pounded your cunt, stretching you out for him. The sounds that came from it, the squelching from all your slick, it was fucking filthy.

Seonghwa watched your face as he fucked you, making you look into his eyes, his other hand anchored in your hair. “Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted my fingers knuckle deep inside you?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He tugged on your hair, making you yelp in pain. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You cried, throwing your arms around him and clinging onto him tightly, holding him close. Seonghwa let go of your hair to properly hold himself up so he could see watch your face.

So he could still watch you crumble and scream from his fingers.

All too quickly, you were already close, and he knew it. Your dear husband knew you were close, he’d been with you for all these years, of course he did.

So Seonghwa intentionally brought you as close as he could to that edge, before he stopped and yanked his fingers away. A sob leaves your lips as his hand leaves you, and tears pour down your cheeks as your orgasm fades away.

“No, Mommy,” you gasped as he pulled away from you. You sat up to try to grab onto him, but he batted your hands away. “Please, I was so close!”

“That’s the point.” Seonghwa pushed your hands away as you kept trying to grab him while he was working on getting his belt off.

When you wouldn’t stop, he ripped his belt off and pinned you down on your back to tie your hands above your head. You struggled, letting out pathetic desperate cries that fell on deaf ears.

“Aww, you don’t wanna be tied up?” He asked as he undid his jeans and pulled his pants down, letting his cock spring free. Your mouth went dry as you stared, seeing the pre cum leak down from the slit.

Seonghwa smacked your thigh to make you look up at him. “Are you so cock hungry you can’t answer me? How pathetic.”

He pushed your legs back, giving him perfect access to your sopping cunt. He couldn’t help but admire you as he rubbed your slit with the head of his cock, seeing how your slick shined in the light, watching it cover his cock.

But as much as Seonghwa enjoyed teasing you, he needed his release too.

He slowly pushed inside you, taking his time filling you up, relishing in all your pretty cries and whimpers until his hips were pressed against yours.

“Fuck yes,” Seonghwa muttered. He gripped onto the belt keeping your hands together with one hand and the other on your waist before he started slowly fucking into you. Your legs locked around his waist as he did, holding him as close as you could.

Thankfully, he wastes no time in getting back up to the same brutal pace as before, holding you open, fucking you as deep and hard as he can, hitting your spot perfectly.

“Naughty fucking slut,” he mumbled, leaning close to your face, looking into your eyes again. “Walking in wearing nothing but my coat, just wanting to be fucked full of my cock.”

You can only nod as tears form in your eyes again, whimpering as your thighs begin to shake again, feeling the pleasure build up inside you and spread throughout your body.

Seonghwa bit his lip as a particularly whiny moan bubbled up from his chest, trying to stifle it, but you heard it. You heard it, and it went straight to your cunt, making you clench down on him. The whiny moan shot from his lips, and it only made him fuck you harder and faster.

“Take it, take it.” Seonghwa’s hands moved to your hips, pinning you to the floor harder as he fucked you. “Take my cock, take everything I give you.”

A cry comes out of you as he hits your spot harder. You shake even harder than before, squirming in his hold, wishing you could be free of the goddamn belt.

“More,” you squeaked out, already fucked out but not satisfied in the slightest. “More, please-”

Seonghwa leaned over you and shoved his thumb past your lips, forcing your mouth open, holding your tongue down and spitting down your throat. He forced your mouth closed, and he didn’t even need to tell you to swallow.

“You take what I fucking give you, whore,” he spat, smacking your thigh. “You came to me, you’re gonna listen to me, understand?”

“Mommy, please!”

His hand went around your throat and squeezed. You rolled your eyes back as your head pulsed and your eyes fluttered, just like your cunt. A groan comes from Seonghwa’s chest as he squeezes tighter, reveling in the feeling of your hole clinging onto him like it never wanted him to leave.

Because you didn’t want him to leave. Ever. If he could be inside you all the time, you’d make it happen.

“You take what I give you and that’s final.” Seonghwa growled the words out, using it as a cover to hide how close he was.

He released your throat to rub your clit instead, knowing he had to make you come before he did. He leaned over you again as he did, fucking you as deep as he possibly could.

And because of your stolen orgasm earlier, you were racing towards that edge faster than ever, babbling out half formed cries of “close.”

But you needed more. A little bit more of a push to finally get you there.

“From behind,” you gasped out, looking up at Seonghwa with tear filled, pleading eyes. He didn’t even think about it, he stopped and flipped you over immediately, grabbing onto your hips and getting straight back to fucking your brains out.

Electricity shot through your body as the screams flowed from your lips. You were sobbing out his name as Seonghwa pounded into you, one hand still on your clit, your husband sweating with determination to make you come for him.

“Come on, slut,” he breathed, leaning close to your ear. “Come on my cock, fucking drench me in cream.”

“Fuck me full of your babies,” you weakly cried in answer. Seonghwa choked at your demand.

“You know I always do.”

And you did, it was only seconds later that you came around him. Screaming his name, shaking, with your face pressed against the floor. Seonghwa came right after, whimpering out your name as he came inside you, pumping you full of his release.

Seonghwa pulled out a few seconds later to let his cum spill out of you. He let out a whiny noise as he watched it spill out of you and down your folds,

“You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart,” he panted. You smiled weakly as you sat up on your knees. Seonghwa reached around you to undo the belt on your wrists, pulling you against his chest.

And the hug felt nice. But you wanted more.

“Can we go again?” You asked softly. Seonghwa scoffed softly, leaning his head on your shoulder. You were half expecting to hear no, which was fine. But what came out was:

“Then you’re gonna do the work this time.”

Alright then.

Seonghwa moved you both back to the desk, sitting in his chair and putting you on his lap. He didn’t even have to tell you to do anything.

You were already grinding on his softened cock to get him hard again, while also kissing up and down his neck. All over that goddamned MATZ tattoo that made you gush all over his cock.

“God, baby, that wasn’t enough for you?” Seonghwa groaned, tilting his head back, stretching out the tattoo. You whined as you shook your head, still feverishly kissing and licking all over, desperately grinding yourself against his cock.

He couldn’t deny it, your desperation was incredibly hot, he was hard again in no time. But how could he not be? His wife was all over him, begging for him, wanting him to be inside you.

You pulled back and sat up properly, and Seonghwa watched as you adjusted yourself to sink down onto his cock. And even though he was trying to keep up his rough persona that you both enjoyed, he couldn’t help but admire you for a second with nothing but love.

But Seonghwa snapped himself back as you slid down onto him, throwing his head back and groaning deeply as he filled you up. “That’s it, slut, just like that,” he ground out. “Greedy little bitch, even after I fuck you dumb, it’s not enough for you.”

His words go straight to your cunt, making you clench down harder as you finally took him all. You whimper as his head presses against your spot, perfectly fitting inside you. Seonghwa’s throat bobbed as he gulped.

“Go on, fuck yourself, since you want it so bad.”

And that you did.

You leaned back, holding onto the desk, using it as leverage to bounce yourself on his cock. Seonghwa’s eyes went straight to your cunt, watching as you fucked him, the way you split yourself open every time, cream pouring from your hole.

“God, you’re never satisfied, are you?” Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to your face as he spoke, seeing the tears run down your cheeks, the desperation in your eyes as you cried out over and over. “So fucking greedy, you can never get enough of my cock, can you?”

You shake your head, his words making your thighs shake. You let out a desperate cry as you try to keep your rhythm consistent. You threw your head back, so you couldn’t see the sadistic smirk on your husband’s lips as he relished in your struggle.

And you were indeed struggling. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to come again, but you were already weak from the first round, and his constant taunts were not helping.

So Seonghwa, the ever loving gentleman he was, put his thumb on your clit and rubbed it in quick, little circles. Fire shot through your thighs as you cried out louder, your hips jerking and your cunt crying from overstimulation.

“Aww, dumb baby can’t even fuck herself properly. You can’t even think straight because you wanna come so bad, isn’t that right?”

You heard him, but your brain couldn’t make a response. Your brain had turned to mush. Your thighs were shaking like leaves. Your chest was heaving. You’d fallen out of rhythm completely.

“Too much, baby?” Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. The gentleness surprised you, but you gratefully wrapped your arms around his neck and clung onto him.

But he wasn’t holding you for comfort.

You were brutally reminded of what you’d both agreed on before hand when he started fucking up into you again.

You cried out in surprise as Seonghwa had one arm locked around your hips, keeping you as close as he could while he fucked into your cunt, the other hand in your hair.

“Don’t you dare tell me you can’t handle it.” He tugged on your hair as you sobbed again, burying your face in his neck, crying all over his tattoo. “Cry all you want, you wanted this, so you’re getting it.”

You did want this, you did ask for this. Despite the tears running down your face and the sobs coming out of you, this is what you asked for.

You were getting exactly what you asked for.

It wasn’t much longer before you were already close again. You felt you orgasm creeping up your thighs, twisting inside you, getting closer and closer with every thrust to your spot.

Seonghwa could feel it too, the way you clenched down tighter and the way you were gasping and choking on your cries.

“Go on, baby, come for me,” he whispered. “Come on my cock again, just for me, be a good girl and come again.”

And you did, at his command, screaming and sobbing his name, shaking violently and hugging him as tightly as you could.

Seonghwa fucked you through it, rolling his eyes back in delight as your cunt locked him in a vice like grip again, not letting him go.

As you pulled back, your brain was starting to make sense of things again, and you realized he hadn’t come with you.

“You didn’t come,” you mumbled, sitting up properly, your eyes feeling heavy. You pushed the tired away and woke yourself up as Seonghwa nodded, his siren eyes staring through you.

“No, I didn’t.” His eyes flicked down to your lips before they went back up to your eyes. “And you’re gonna take care of it.”

You were fully willing to help him. Despite your tiredness, you knew you could suck him off and make him come. You’d gladly do it.

But you decided to have a little bit more fun with this.

“No I’m not,” you said as you shook your head, pulling off his cock and going to get up from his lap.

But Seonghwa grabbed onto you and shoved you to the floor, holding you down with his hand in your hair again. Despite your struggles and protests, he pulled you between his thighs and lined his cock up with your lips.

“Yes you will, you made the problem, and now-” He used his free hand to force your mouth open and pulled you onto his cock “-you’re gonna fix it.”

You choked as he hit the back of your throat in one go, filling you up all over again. You tasted a combination of your and his cum, and you swallow instinctively.

Seonghwa groaned at the squeeze as he let his hand run down to your neck. “Now suck, come on,” he growled, urging you along. And at first, you resisted and tried to pull back, but Seonghwa pulled you back and slapped your cheek. “Don’t start with me, you can take it.”

And when you looked up at him, he was looking at you with his dark eyes, staring into your soul expectantly. It made you shiver.

You breathed through your nose as you moved your head, sucking gently at first, putting your hands on his thighs for support. Seonghwa sighed as you did, tightening his grip on your hair. It didn’t take long before he was pulling you along, pushing you to go faster.

You resisted against him for a few seconds before he held you still and jerked his hips forward, making you choke again. Tears sprung from your eyes as you pulled back and coughed. To your relief, Seonghwa let you catch your breath.

“Mommy,” you gasped, looking up at him. “Please, be gentle.”

“You want gentle?” He asked, in fake sympathy. He pouted as he pulled you back on, pushing himself as deep as he could, squeezing your throat with his hand. “You can handle it, don’t lie to me, whore.”

The tears ran down your face, trying to control your throat as best you could so you weren’t constantly choking, letting Seonghwa fuck your throat.

Looking up and watching his face contort in pleasure, seeing the MATZ tattoo stretch as he tilted his head back, hearing all the breathy moans and whines made it all more than worth it.

Obviously, you were enjoying it to begin with. But seeing your husband lose himself in the pleasure and fuck into your throat in pursuit of his own orgasm just made it heavenly.

Seonghwa noticed it too when he looked down at you, at your half closed eyes, the dazed look in your eyes, he fucking loved it. His thighs began shaking the closer he got, his moans grew more choked and breathy.

You squeezed his thighs as you focused on him, on keeping your throat tight for him, listening to the prettiest, whiniest moans your intimidating, strong, dominant husband let out.

“So close, love, so close,” he panted out. “Give you all my babies, all down your throat!”

And he pulled you down as far as he could and came, crying out your name, whimpering and whining as he held onto you tightly. Your eyes rolled back as he filled your mouth with his release, swallowing it all, gladly taking every drop.

You pulled away as he let go of your hair, panting heavily, the tiredness finally taking over you. Your eyelids felt heavy, your whole entire body felt heavy. The fur of the coat only made you feel even more tired.

Thankfully, Seonghwa was tired too. He was leaning back in his chair, panting heavily, his eyes closed, letting the feeling run through him until it was over. He looked down at you and smiled weakly, at his lovely wife.

He reached down and helped you up, leaning you on his chest, with his arm around your shoulders. “I got you, nae sarang,” he said softly, helping you walk to the bathroom. You clung onto him like a small kitten, nearly being dragged along because of how tired you were.

Seonghwa took the fur coat off your shoulders and set it aside as he was filling the bathtub. The room filled with wonderful sweet smells from the drops he’d put into the water. You sighed happily as he helped you into the water. Seonghwa stripped himself down as well to get in with you, holding you close to his chest.

The warm water lulled you even deeper into sleep, cuddling into your husband’s chest. He smiled as he gazed down at you, gently petting your hair, rubbing your back.

His wife. His amazing wife. His heart thumped a little faster as he admired the gold band on his finger.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here. I’ll watch over you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, just before you passed out.

Seonghwa squeezed you tighter. Despite all the shit, how stressful his life was, the life path he’d chosen, seeing you made it all worth it .

It was all for you.

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i-love-ateez · 10 months

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𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N, Sky, Noah

☆ Word Count: 2.8k

"What flavour do you fancy today?" Chan asked as he pulled open a drawer. A spoon had become trapped in the hinge; it flew out and clattered to the floor, the man's eyes widening in sheepishness. "That didn't happen."

From the breakfast bar, Y/N started to laugh. She watched as her husband bent down and scooped up the spoon, quickly rinsing it under the tap. "Mmm … you choose."

"Really?" Chan asked with a smile, shaking the spoon in the sink. "Are you sure you want me to choose?"

Steepling her fingers under her chin, Y/N cocked her head to the side. " … Why? What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Chan chuckled. He pushed at a button, and the grinder immediately started to pulverise a dose of coffee beans. Y/N instantly perked up at the aromatic scent wafting from the coffee bar, and she inhaled the fumes as her husband smirked. "Maybe."

"Well, if I pass out from sugar intake, we'll all know why," Y/N commented with a knowing smile.

Chan grinned. "I won't make it too sweet. Promise."

"I want some," Noah frowned from the other side of the counter. "It smells good."

Y/N smiled at that. "It does, doesn't it? You can have a sip from me."

"I want a full cup," the twelve year old sighed. "I want to drink coffee like you. It looks fun."

Y/N couldn't disagree with that. She reached out and gently sweeped his curls away from his forehead. "Well, with how fast time is going, you'll get to drink coffee in no time. Just not yet … coffee isn't good for you baby."

Noah frowned. "Why not?"

"You're only twelve, Noey. Your body is growing and changing … the caffeine in coffee can have all sorts of bad side effects. Anxiety, heart issues, insomnia, dehydration … "

Noah's face immediately paled as his mother continued her list. He swallowed thickly. "I don't want coffee anymore."

From the espresso machine, Chan started to laugh. "I'll make you something else, Noey. Something that will make you feel all warm and cosy."

Y/N grinned as Noah's freckled face broke into a soft smile again. He nodded, swallowing down his last mouthful of cereal.

As Chan tapped the side of the portafilter with the palm of his hand, Sky clattered into the kitchen. The eight year old had a smudge of Nutella on her cheek, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the oblivious expression on her face as she climbed up onto a stool beside her.

"Look at you," Y/N hummed, reaching for a tissue. "There's chocolate all over your face."

Sky sat still as her mother wiped away the mark from her cheek. "There was Nutella on my toast."

"I know there was, I made it for you," Y/N laughed. She playfully squished the girl's chubby cheeks as she leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

Sky smiled up at her in response. She kicked her legs under the table while slumping forward onto her arms, her gaze curious as she watched her father. His back was turned towards the both of them, and Y/N secretly stared at him with a dreamy expression floating around her eyes. Sky was completely unaware of the overflow of love trickling out from beside her, her own thoughts preoccupied.

"Almost done … " Chan's voice was laced with a telltale smile as he spoke over his shoulder. With a gentle flick of his wrist, he pulled a stream of silky milk through the middle of his wife's coffee, his face glowing with pride at his handiwork. A perfectly curated ivory heart nestled in a layer of rich amber crema, and Chan's eyes morphed into the thinnest of crescent moons with the intensity of his smile as he padded over to his wife.

He set the round mug down in front of Y/N, simultaneously dropping a kiss to her temple. "There you go."

Chan slid his arm around his daughter as he watched his wife raise the mug to her lips. He burst into amused laughter at the slurp sound that escaped her mouth, the way she always did to avoid burning her tongue.

"Ah … " Y/N shut her eyes in bliss. She set the mug back down on the table, curling her fingers around the warm porcelain. "Vanilla?"

"Vanilla," Chan nodded. "Not too sweet, not too sickly. Perfect."

"I love vanilla.'

"I know."

Sky watched quietly as her mother took another small sip of her frothy drink.

"Do you want a sip, Noey?" Y/N asked as Chan walked back to the machine.

Noah shook his head. "I don't want to die."

"Ah, well," Y/N took another sip, a mischievous glint in her eye as she caught sight of the amusement in her husband's. "That's fair enough."

"Mama?" Sky piped in suddenly.

Y/N nodded. "Yes baby?"

Sky wrinkled her nose. "Do you not know how to make coffee?"

"Of course I know how to make coffee," Y/N smiled. She wondered where her daughter's question was going; they always managed to trail off of thoughts she had never even imagined before.

"Then why does daddy make you coffee every morning?" Sky continued. "It's okay if you don't know how to make coffee, mama. I don't know how to make it either."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She set her mug down on the counter again, her gaze turning onto her daughter who had climbed onto the surface beside her mug.

"I do know how," Y/N repeated. "But your daddy insists on making it for me anyway."

Sky cocked her head to the side. "Why?"

"Because I love your mama, that's why," Chan chimed in from behind her with a soft smile. He held out a cup to his son, and Noah's eyes lit up at the goofy face in his hot chocolate.

Sky blinked. "One moment."

She scrambled off of the counter and jumped onto the ground before running off; Y/N and Chan looked at each other in mild bewilderment before she ran back into the room again, a notebook and pen clutched in her hands.

"I'm back," Sky declared as she climbed back onto the counter. She flipped open her book, pulling off the cap of her pen.

"What's that for?" Chan asked curiously. He had settled himself down on the stool beside his wife, and he nursed a large mug of fragrant tea in his slender grip.

Sky scratched her temple with her pen. "You said you make coffee for mama because you love her, right?"

Chan nodded, a smile on his lips. "Right."

"What else do you do because you love mama?" Sky asked. She scribbled on her paper. "I'm making a list. For … the future."

Chan blinked in surprise at her question, just as Y/N grinned widely at her daughter.

"For the future?" Y/N asked.

"Yep," Sky scribbled something else down on the page. "Because daddy loves you. And … and if I make a list of things daddy does, then one day if someone does things like that for me, then … then I will know if someone loves me. Like daddy loves mama."

At that, Y/N found her eyes watering. She avoided her daughter's gaze, instead picking her mug up and taking a large gulp of her sweet coffee.

Under the table, Chan pressed his slipper up against hers.

She smiled.

"So … you want to interview me?" Chan cleared his throat. "Is that it?"

Sky nodded enthusiastically. "Tell me ten things you do because you love mama. I will title my list 'ten ways to say I love you.' Because you making coffee is … is one of the ways you say you love mama."

Chan lowered his head. He did his best to hide the uncontrollable blush that was spreading like rapid wildfire from the collar of his shirt to the tip of his nose.

Tapping her pen against her paper, Sky stared at her parents pointedly. "Point one. Daddy makes coffee for mama."

"Hmm … your daddy doesn't just make coffee for me," Y/N smiled as she traced her finger over the rim of her mug. "He does lots of things without me asking … helps cook food, helps to tidy the house, buys me my favourite food … things like that.

Sky frowned. "Daddy is … a slave?"

Bursting into quiet laughter, Chan fought to not spit his tea out. He gulped it down rather painfully as he shook his head in mirth. "No. I'm not a slave, Ky. I do these things because I enjoy it … and ultimately they make your mama happy, and when she's happy, I'm happy. You know?"

"Writing down 'daddy enjoys being mama's slave' … " Sky murmured.

"Sky, no," Chan laughed. He gently reached for her pen and set it down on the counter, fully getting her attention. "When you love someone, you want them to be very, very happy. And you want things to be as easy as possible for them. I love your mama so much that I want her to make sure she never has to do anything while I'm around. I make her coffee every single morning because I want to. Not because she can't do these things … I just want to do things for her. I don't have to do these things, that's what a slave does, yeah? I like doing it. And she does exactly the same for me - we both do things for each other because it makes us happy. Does that make sense, baby?"

Sky picked up her pen again. She scratched out her previous statement and paused briefly before looking at her father again.

"What do I write then?" Sky wondered aloud.

Y/N smiled. "How about 'acts of service'?"

"Acts … of … service … " Sky hummed as she spelled the words out onto her paper. "Okay. What else?"

Leaning on his side, Chan turned to his wife with a cheeky smile. "Your turn. What makes you feel loved, baby girl?"

Y/N secretly jabbed at his side as her cheeks flushed, making her husband giggle like a child at her reaction.

"Your daddy is very kind," Y/N said to Sky, ignoring the growing smirk on Chan's face as his eyes drilled lasers into her. "That's very important. Never be with someone who isn't kind, okay baby?"

Sky nodded. "Mama and daddy are both kind."

"Aw … " Chan chuckled. He reached out and gently patted Sky's arm, making her smile at him as she finished writing down her second point.

"Give me another one, mama," Sky said.

"Hmm … " Y/N raised her coffee to her lips again as she stared at her husband with soft eyes. She smiled. "Your daddy is very good at controlling his anger. He gets angry sometimes, but he never, ever takes it out on me. That's very important too. Some people get violent when they're angry … it's very important to make sure they don't do that."

Noah suddenly wrinkled his nose from the other side of the counter. "Guys at my school throw things when they're angry. And they hit people."

Chan grimaced. "That's exactly what you shouldn't do."

"Why?" Sky asked.

"Because that leads to other people getting hurt," Y/N explained gently. "We should all do our best to keep our emotions in check so we don't hurt others."

"Okay mama," Sky nodded. She tapped her paper. "What else?"

"I guess it kinda ties into the first point, but I like to help your mama with her housework," Chan grinned. His knee was jumping under the counter, and Y/N snorted quietly as she reached out to place a hand on his leg. He immediately stopped moving and she giggled; she knew how shy he felt speaking about his feelings. He was trying his best for their curious daughter, and it only made Y/N fall in love with him even more.

Sky stuck her tongue out. "That's boring."

"Maybe," Chan laughed. "But it's fun when you do it together. Turns into a game."

"Well, I guess that's okay," Sky said. "But what about washing dishes? That's the worst."

Y/N grinned. "One of us washes them, and the other dries. We usually have the radio on and end up dancing around the kitchen. It's fun."

"That's gross," Sky commented, and Noah grinned at his sister's feigned disgust. "But I'll let it slide. Next?'

Chan leaned forward with his chin on his hand as he peered at his wife. There was a cheeky glint in his eye. "Anything else to say?"

Y/N pressed her lips together to stop herself from erupting into manic laughter. "Your daddy is a very good listener."

"I'm a good listener, big deal," Sky grumbled, sending her parents both into a fit of frenzied giggles. "Why does daddy have to be a good listener?"

"Because," Y/N hummed. "It's nice when someone listens to you. I don't speak very loudly, and your daddy always makes sure to give me his full attention when I speak. I never have to repeat myself … unless he's joking around."

"I'm listening to you," Sky said.

"Yes you are," Y/N smiled as she patted her daughter's head. "You take after your daddy."

Sky cocked her head to the side as she studied her father. She blinked. "I'm not that old."

Chan's mouth dropped open just as Noah and Y/N burst into laughter. They watched as Chan sighed, sagging into his seat.

"Why does every one of our conversations always come back to this?" Chan grumbled, suddenly looking very tired. There was a smile on his lips, though, and Sky giggled before kissing his cheek.

"Because Uncle Seungmin teaches me lots of things," Sky said simply.

Chan shook his head. "That Uncle Seungmin of yours needs to be taught a lesson."

"No, Uncle Seungmin teaches me lessons," Sky said. She then held her pen out again. "Four more things."

Looking at his wife, Chan smiled slowly. They were both blushing uncontrollably, and suddenly they felt like teenagers again. It was Chan who looked away first, his hand coming up to cover his face as cleared his throat again, his ears burning.

"Your mama is the most important person in my life," Chan said. He then rushed to amend his words, "along with you kids, obviously. I think … it's very important to put the person you love before everything else. You guys are my main priority, you know?"

"That's true," Y/N nodded. "He does always put me first. At first I thought he was the kind of guy who'd put work before me … but he never fails to make time for me. I don't know how he does it, but he does."

Chan smiled at that. He took a sip of his tea, hiding the goofy smile pinned to his lips.

"Quality time?" Sky asked. "Is that what you call it?"

"Sure," Y/N nodded.

"Oh, another point," Chan suddenly said. "Kinda similar to the previous one … but respect is very important too. If you don't respect your partner, it's never going to work. I respect your mama lots, and your mama respects me too."

Sky nodded slowly as she wrote down his words. Y/N dropped her head against her husband's shoulder as she watched her daughter, and Chan turned his head to the side to kiss her temple softly.

"How many points left, baby?" Y/N asked gently.

Sky whispered under her breath as she counted the bullet points on her list. "Two!"

"I have one," Chan grinned.

"I have one too," Y/N laughed.

"Go first," Chan nudged her softly.

"I was gonna say your daddy is really supportive," Y/N said. "With anything I want to do, he's always my number one supporter and he cheers me on."

"Daddy is mama's number one fan," Sky giggled. "I'm writing that down."

Chan chuckled. "Pretty accurate."

Sky ran through her points again. "One left!"

"I'd say this one is the most important out of all of them … " Chan said slowly. Y/N tilted her head towards him in intrigue.

The man's face suddenly broke into childish joy. "Cuddles!"

He threw his arms around his wife before she had the time to realise what was happening, and in a split second she was being smothered by her husband's muscular arms; Sky and Noah's voices were a flurry of high pitched giggling as their father attacked their mother with impromptu hugs, and Y/N couldn't do anything but return Chan's embrace with one of his own. She smiled against his shoulder as she heard the brush of 'I love you' against her ear, the words sweet, warm, and as light as angel wings as Chan hugged her a little tighter.

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