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PARK CHAN YEOL

A decade of being in a relationship with Baekhyun, I realized, passed by like a smooth sailing ship across a vast ocean. Even marriage brought minimal changes into our lives. I guess the only downside it brought us is the fact that we can't hide under our parents' roof anymore every time we have misunderstandings. Baekhyun likes time alone when he's angry and I'm the one begging we talk about it. But now, we both always see to it that none of us will go to bed mad at each other.

I guess being in this healthy relationship for years brought us not only unimaginable happiness but a lot of growth, too.

But it's not like we fight a lot. In fact, we almost never fight. Maybe because my husband is too understanding or because I am so under his power, I just comply to whatever. Or both. At this point, I'm not really sure anymore.

The pancakes turned golden brown in no time and I easily transferred them to a porcelain plate before placing cut strawberries along the edges. Rain is sitting while waiting by my feet, so I tossed him a piece of pancake which he chomped on enthusiastically. Peanut, the cat, just purred in disgust as he watched the scene from one of the kitchen stools before returning to his nap. I smiled a little, amused. Cats really do have an attitude.

"Well that looks yummy," Park Baekhyun's voice rang, drowning the soft music from the stereo, and I looked up from where I'm cooking to see my husband standing by the doorframe of the dining area. He's wearing this vintage-printed white shirt and a pair of skimpy black shorts. It's six in the morning and surely, he just woke up, but my husband already looks like he's ready to go out and steal hearts.

Pretty baby.

I pointed at the plating I made for him. "This was supposed to be a breakfast in bed," I said. "But you're up early, so that plan's down the drain now."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he walks barefoot towards me. "I wasn't talking about the food, okay?" He murmured as his arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me from behind and pressing his face against my bare back. "Good morning, honey," he kissed my shoulder. "Thanks for the shirtless view first thing in the morning."

"Oh, wow," I chuckled as I continued making pancakes. "So, it's true. You only want my body."

"Yeah, I love it," Baekhyun nods against my back and the answer made me laugh in amusement. Whenever I get the chance, I do work out a lot, and my husband always seem to marvel at the results—I really can't say enough about how he suddenly just bites my biceps and punches my stomach. He's seriously weird sometimes. I can't even.

"But you know you can't do this anymore when we already have maids, right?"

I glanced at Baekhyun quickly. "Do what?" I asked. "Cook breakfast?"

"No! I mean—Walking around the house shirtless!"

Sighing, I transferred the last piece of pancake on a plate and turned off the stove before completely facing my husband. Baekhyun has this permanently flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and full pink lips I can never get enough of. "So, tell me," I started. "The main reason you don't want to have maids yet is...?"

His arms are still wrapped around me and there's a light pout on his pretty face as he presses his chin on my chest. "It's because..." Baekhyun chewed on his bottom lip, thinking. "Because our babies aren't here yet."

"Are you sure that's the only reason, babe?"

"Well, yeah—" my husband pouts. "I also like to be in complete control of the house."

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "Surely, it's not because you get jealous whenever other women look at me, right?"

"Of course not," Baekhyun rolls his eyes. "Why would I even get jealous of that? Ha! That's ridiculous!"

I felt the edge of my lips quirk into a smile. "Okay," I nodded slowly. "So, it's okay if I just walk around wearing nothing—"

"Babe!" Baekhyun stomped his feet angrily before wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me into hug. "No! You can't! Okay—I'm really possessive! So, stop saying nonsense or I'm gonna kick your balls." He buries his face against the crook of my neck, and I can't help but hug him back. He has this really petite waist I could easily slither my arms around.

I laugh loudly, pulling Baekhyun up until he's standing on his toes. "But you said—"

"NO!" he tried stomping his foot again. "I didn't—Stop it..."

I planted a tender kiss on his shoulder and Baekhyun instantly relaxed against my arms. "Oh, god," I breathe, smiling still. "Why are you such a baby?"

"I'm your baby," he mumbled, voice muffled. "And it's fucking time you give me a kiss."

The instability of his mood early in the morning is almost amazing. "Why are you suddenly—"

"Kiss me," Baekhyun demands as he pulled back, eyes barely leveling with mine. "Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss—" And so I did. I captured his lips with mine and I felt him gasp delightfully against my mouth. Park Baekhyun's lips are so soft and smooth, and they glide gracefully against mine, tongue swiftly licking here and there. My palms traveled slowly from his waist and down to rest on his plump and firm buttocks, grasping them ever so gently to pull my husband's body closer.

As we continued kissing, I grinded against Baekhyun teasingly and that's when he broke off the kiss, blinking rapidly as if to gather himself.

"Okay—" he wipes his lips and pats flushed cheeks. "That's it. I have classes today."

"Oh," I cocked my head to one side. "And I'm not going to the office today."

My husband reached out to dry my own lips with his fingers. "It's a Tuesday," he pointed out curiously. "Why won't you go to work?"

"I don't have much stuff scheduled today. I could finish everything from home."

"Aw, babe," Baekhyun pouts before hugging me again. "I'm sorry you got to stay home alone. But think about it! I work from home all the time. Now, you gotta try it yourself."

I frowned, hands tapping on his butt thoughtfully. "But I don't want to stay home if you're not here," I mumbled. "How am I going to put to reality the study room sex I was thinking about ever since yesterday?"

"Oh my god!" Baek wrapped his hands around my neck playfully. "I'm going to strangle you, pervert! This is another reason why I don't like having maids around—You always say such dirty shits—" I pinched his butt cheeks and Baekhyun immediately stepped back with a yelp. "OW! See? —Stop doing that!"

"Nice ass," I smirked, winking before grabbing the plates from the counter and walking towards the dining table to lay out breakfast. My husband followed, fuming, and still glaring—But which immediately disappeared the moment he got some strawberries to his mouth. I made two mugs of brewed coffee before finally joining him on the table.

"Thanks, honey," Baekhyun smiled when I handed him his coffee. He sits with his legs crossed under him whenever we have breakfast because apparently, it's more comfortable for him. Like a child.

Instinctively, my husband reached out to take my plate then he started cutting the pancake to small squares. I pursed my lips, fighting off a flattered grin and sipping from my coffee as I watched what he's doing. Baekhyun has this determined, serious look on his face like he's worried he won't be able to cut the pancakes properly and he's going to ruin breakfast. As if that could happen. Every meal with him has always been something I will forever cherish. Not everyone has the opportunity to spend these kinds of moments with the people they love.

"Here you go," my husband announced, beaming as he placed my plate in front of me. The smile he has is undoubtedly enough to light up the entire room. "So, babe, you already planned what you're gonna do today?"

The pancakes I'm eating suddenly taste better. "Actually, yes," I nodded. "I'll send you to the art school then go straight to the café—See if maybe Jongin's free enough to go to the movies with me or something. I really need a break."

"You said you got work!" Baekhyun exclaimed, eyes widening as if the thought of Jongin and I going to the movies is annoying him. "How are you going to do your job if you're busy eating popcorns with Kai?"

"I told you I don't have much to do," I answered, shrugging. "I could finish them all tonight in one sitting. Maybe we'll go shopping after, too. Do you want me to buy something for you, love?"

Park Baekhyun outright pouts. "I hate you," he sulks. "It sounds like you and Jongin are going on a date."

The remark made me laugh out loud. "Weird. But okay," I chuckled. "Whatever you like to call it."

My husband is still pouting as he stuffs his mouth with pancakes. "Fine," he mumbles, rolling his eyes. "But—You gotta buy me roses! And don't treat Jongin to anything!" He added with a glare.

Baekhyun doesn't really love flowers but he always like the idea of me walking around crowded places with a large bouquet of flowers at hand, because for some people—according to my very territorial husband—it's like waving the 'I'm already taken' flag.

I cannot seem to wipe the grin off my face as I leaned forward across the table just so I could plant a soft, swift kiss on my husband's forehead. "Alright. You got it." 

PARK BAEK HYUN

Park Chanyeol and I own different cars. Ever since the Lucas incident resolved a few months ago, I already bought myself another Hyundai despite my husband's undying offer of gifting me something from his sportscar collection. Like I would even consider that. I don't really like arriving at the arts school in class then standing out too much. The attention I got after an idol having a crush on me was enough.

Today, though, my husband is driving me to the school, and he even decided to fetch me later in the afternoon. I wouldn't have agreed to this arrangement if not for the number of materials I need to bring to school. There are canvases, cans of paints, rolls of cloths for a play, pails of epoxy and glue, and a lot more my good friends asked me to buy yesterday. I just couldn't carry some of the objects alone.

We are already nearing the art school when Chanyeol spoke from the driver's side, passing me his phone. "Baby, can you message So Eun and tell her to transfer money to Angel's account," he said. "I'm supposed to send today."

"Oh, okay," I muttered, taking his phone and typing in the passcode. I never really use my husband's phone except for emergency calls, so when the screen unlocked and opened to our iMessage conversation, I cannot help but be surprised at how Chanyeol chose to save my number. "You named me 'pbh'?" I giggled, shaking my head in amusement. "Was this right after our wedding?"

Chanyeol threw me a startled glance and I think I just saw him blush—But I'm not sure. He cleared his throat then said, "Right after the wedding... Sure." He nods slowly, averting his glance and pretending to focus on the road. I didn't really understand his reply nor his tone, but I wasn't given the chance to ask because Chanyeol spoke again. "What about me?" he asked with that small sly smirk. "How'd you save my contact info?"

"Oh," I bit my lip, smiling shyly. "Just... 'Husband'."

"That sounds so cold!" Chanyeol complained.

"No! It's not!" I exclaimed back. "It's just—I—I like it when the word pops out when you call me..." I continued in a small voice. "...Or send me a text. Makes me think, 'Oh yeah. I got a hot husband now.'"

Chanyeol suddenly chuckled, clearly amused. He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "Alright, baby," he reached out to pinch my cheek. "You're lucky you're cute."

I smiled at him widely, making a cute face, which only made him laugh even more. "Right. That's me," I nodded before finally tapping the New message icon then typing in Kang So Eun at the recipient. "Can you believe it though, hon," I started. "Angel's on her last month of pregnancy already. Time did fly by too fast for us."

Park Chanyeol sighed again. But it's a contented one this time. "I know, love," he murmured, reaching out to hold my hand. "Are you nervous?"

"Yeah... Of course," I admitted. "But I'm excited, too. Super excited, actually."

"Well, that's good to hear," Chanyeol chuckled as he pressed my palm on his cheek, nuzzling unto it softly. "Because I'm actually a little terrified here."

I cocked my head to one side, giggling. "More terrified than you were at our wedding?"

Chanyeol's eyes widened. "Oh, no," he shook his head fast. "I was literally shaking during the wedding; I almost ran away!"

"Ya!" I flicked his face with my palm. "I regret calling you hot husband now," I said, crossing my arms across my chest and staring straight ahead with a frown.

"Ow," Chanyeol groaned dramatically as he clasps his chest. "Did you just invalidate my sex appeal?" Then he cupped his cheek from where I flicked him. "And did you just slap me?"

I turned to Chanyeol completely. "Hey! I didn't slap you!"

"But it hurts!"

"It doesn't!" I exclaimed. "It wasn't even a shove! You're overreacting."

Chanyeol winced, eyes twitching it pain. "No. Seriously, babe," he mutters. "It really hurts."

That made me stop. I bit my lip, trying not to pout. "Oh—It does?" I asked gently this time.

But then Park Chanyeol chuckled. "No. It doesn't."

"Why do you keep messing with me?!" I complained. "It's not even funny anymore."

"Aw. My baby's mad now," Chanyeol cooed, reaching to insert a finger to my nostril but I pushed his hand away. "Are you mad at me? Am I pissing you off?" He seems to pout but there's still that mischievous glint in his eyes, so I know he isn't serious.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Okay, okay," my husband chuckled, forcing my crossed arms loose so he could hold my hand again. "I'm sorry, hm? I won't tease you anymore." He started to make lazy circles at the back of my palm, caressing my skin ever so gently as he continued throwing me adoring glances. Chanyeol's eyes are suddenly so soft I almost felt my heart melt.

I gave him a sideway glare but I guess my blushing cheeks and lips betrayed me because my husband smirked a little as he shook his head. "Look who's smiling now," Chanyeol chuckled, amused, and I only answered him with an eyeroll because I might start laughing myself if I try getting words out of my mouth.

When we finally reached the art school, we drove straight to the parking lot and found the spot nearest to my building. My husband and I started unloading everything from the backseat and the trunk, carrying everything inside and to a vacant room reserved for the drama students. Park Chanyeol is wearing his simple and casual black coat, turtleneck sweater, and a pair of black ripped pants, but it's still a wonder why every single soul we pass follow him with those wide, sticky eyes. I mean, it isn't the first time my husband is walking these halls.

After finishing the task, Chanyeol and I stood by the entrance of the room and I stared up his face with a frown, studying him closely. Chanyeol doesn't seem to notice because he's busy fumbling with the inside pocket of his coat, finding a handkerchief then reaching out to wipe sweat from my forehead.

Hm. Is it his pointy ears? Or maybe it's his neat, pushed back blonde hair? Or his expensive and stylish clothes? Or it's his height?

"I really wonder why you're standing out too much too often..." I mused quietly and that's when my husband frowned himself.

He looked down at me questioningly. "What do you mean, baby?"

I shrugged. "I just couldn't count in two hands the number of times I caught people taking a picture of you secretly," I said. "The latest was when we fetched Noona from the airport and when I was using the vending machine, I saw this girl sneaking a picture of you then sending it to her friend, I guess—I wasn't able to see much."

Chanyeol looked at me suspiciously. "You were snooping?"

"I was curious!" I reasoned. "She was taking a picture of my husband!"

"So, you were snooping," Chanyeol laughed.

"I can't believe this—" I groaned, frustrated. "What about you, huh? What if you caught someone taking a picture of me secretly? Aren't you going to snoop, too?"

Park Chanyeol frowned at that and his face changed in a millisecond like the thought isn't pleasing to him at all. It almost looks like he's annoyed. "I won't snoop," he deadpanned. "I'm going to destroy that phone right away." 

I blinked a few times. "What—"

"No use worrying over who's staring at me," Chanyeol suddenly said as he tipped his head to one side, gazing down at me. "I'm only looking at you anyway."

My face immediately heats up and I had to roll my eyes and scoff to hide how flustered those words made me feel. Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing that Park Chanyeol is so smooth with his words and actions. He's catching me off guard too often it's starting to be bad for my heart. 

"You got to stop saying things like that, Park Chanyeol," I warned him.

But he just smirked. "Why?" he raised a brow. "Am I making you feel shy, baby?"

I blushed so bad I had to raise my palms in defense. "Ugh. Shut up!"

My husband reached out to wrap one arm around my waist. "Okay. Come on now. You got to walk me back to my car, Park Hyun," he said, and I let him pull me close to his side as we walk down the hall towards the exit. "Send me a message before your class ends so I could pick you up, hm?"

"Right," I nodded. "You really sure you want to spend your free day with Kim Jongin?"

"What do you mean by that?" he asked back, laughing a little.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Just feeling a little jealous, that's all." But it's not that I'm jealous of Jongin and their friendly date. I guess I'm just envious of the free time they got and the fact that they're going to watch a really good movie. 

I felt a gentle kiss on my hair. "I love you, okay?" Chanyeol murmured.

"And I know that," I smiled. "I love you, too."

They're just words. But their feeling of genuineness is enough substitute to a hundred wooing and explanations. I have zero idea how my husband could basically do that. 

When we reached his car, Park Chanyeol let go of my waist just so he could take my hand instead. He has this amused, boyish grin on his face that makes my heart drop to my stomach. It's almost bizarre how a single smile makes those butterflies in my tummy flutter wildly. In one swift motion, my husband tugged at my hand, pulling me for a quick kiss. I outright swooned.

"I'll see you this afternoon, Baekhyun," and he mutters my name so gently it made me sigh.

"Uh-huh," was all I could say because the kiss is still replaying in my head. Chanyeol laughs at the dreamy expression I am wearing and when he started to lean down for another kiss, a familiar voice called out, slicing the air and the romantic fog clouding my mind.

"Chanyeol! Baekhyun!" Choi Sulli called in her shrill, excited voice.

My husband immediately pulled back, catching sight of Sulli and Amber, and acknowledging them with a polite nod. When I looked back at my friends, I flashed them a meaningful look but only Amber seemed to understand the gesture because she made this peace sign and smiled apologetically. Sulli, on the other hand, just frowned in complete confusion.

"Good morning, Amber. Sulli," Chanyeol smiled when the two reached us.

"Hi!" Sulli waved back, excited. "I'm so glad we caught up with you guys!" She's wearing a long white dress and is busy looking like an angel, while Amber stands behind her in her usual black, vintage shirt and boyfriend pants.

I felt my eyebrows knit in curiosity. "Why? What's up?"

"The muse for the drawing class bailed on us today," Sulli said. Then she stretched out her hand towards my husband. "So, I'm thinking Chanyeol could pose for us instead!"

"What? No!" I stepped between her and my husband. "He's leaving! He and Jongin are going on a date today. Right—They're going on a date." I even gave her my serious-no-joke face, but my friend is still as clueless as she could get.

Sulli flicked her hair back. "What nonsense!" she rolled her eyes. "Besides, Park Chanyeol doesn't look like he's rushing to somewhere. You guys are even about to make out just a while ago!"

I palmed my face. "Oh my god—" Why am I surrounded by people who make my head throb?

"Actually—" My husband started but Sulli just won't stop talking.

"And do you honestly expect us to listen to the prof and ask that handsome guy from fashion, Wang Jihoo, after all the dirty looks he gave you the other day?" Sulli asked me and my eyes immediately widened in pure surprise. Even Amber nudged Sulli with her elbow but the latter didn't seem to notice.

What the hell? Is Sulli looking for fucking trouble? And who the fuck is Wang Jihoo? I haven't even heard that name before!

"What are you—" I started to say.

"Right?!" Sulli nodded enthusiastically. "What a creep! I really think you caught his eye when you were tasked to take pictures of the fashion students that one time. Hmm... Yeah. I guess that's it." My friend pouts and squinted at the sky like she's still trying to recall some unknown memory. I just can't with this woman sometimes. Oh my god, Choi Sulli! 

When I threw my husband a glance, I noticed how his calm, soft façade evaporated in the blink of an eye. Chanyeol and I have always been possessive of each other, but never to the extent of irrationality. He isn't exactly the jealous type. He doesn't get angry over childish things such as crushes. But what truly irritates Park Chanyeol is when I become a subject of obscene thoughts, actions, or even glances.

"And guess what?" Sulli blabbers on again and I fought the urge to stuff her mouth with a cloth. "I even caught him staring at your ass last week! Can you believe that? God—" That's when I grabbed her arm firmly. "OW! Baekhyun—"

"Stop," I hissed under my breath. "Please. Stop it—"

Choi Sulli frowned at me. "Why—"

I stared at her so hard my eyes are starting to sting. "Just—" Then I gestured to Chanyeol very subtly with my head. When Sulli still cannot get it, I did the motion a few more times. And just when I'm starting to give up and just maybe hit her on the forehead or something, Sulli's eyes widened in utter shock.

"Oh my god..." she breathes, leaning towards me to whisper. "You didn't tell him about Jihoo?"

"How could I tell him when I don't even know the guy!" I hissed quietly.

Choi Sulli looks pained at her own stupidity. "So, he also doesn't have any idea about the hundred love letters you get daily in your locker?"

"No—" I hit her arm. "He knows about that—But stop reminding him!"

"I'm so sorry!" Sulli whined before looking at my husband. "I'm sorry—I really do have an unstoppable mouth."

But instead of replying to the apology, Park Chanyeol cleared his throat and asked, "How many hours do I have to pose for the art class?"

I turned to him almost abruptly. "No! You can't—"

"Just around two hours," Amber suddenly spoke, and I threw her an angry look—Which she didn't care to notice. "It's just a portrait. We only need your face."

Chanyeol frowned, pretending to think. If I know, the very moment he heard Wang Jihoo's name, he and his protective ass are already determined to stay. "I think I could stay put for that long," he smiled slightly. "I'll just call Jongin and ask him to wait a bit." He started to fish his phone from his pocket and that's when I grabbed his arm to pull him away from our friends.

"What are you doing?" I demanded but Chanyeol just placed his hand on the top of my head, brushing my hair as he typed on his phone.

"Looking after you," he mutters.

I shook my head and quickly stole the phone from his grip. "No. You're not doing this," I argued. "Go have a date with Kim Jongin."

Park Chanyeol sighed. "Calling it a 'date' is really weird," he pointed out. "And what about the guy Sulli is talking about? What if it's another Lucas type of guy?" 

"That's for me to find out, Park Chan," I said, smiling encouragingly at him. "Besides, I'm more cautious now, people are starting to think I'm a snob."

My husband still looks unconvinced.

"I can take care of myself," I murmured as I stared intently into his eyes. "Please... Just this once, use your free time for yourself, too, hon."

Chanyeol is still studying me so closely.

"Don't you trust me?" I whispered and that's when Chanyeol's hooded eyes entirely softened. His whole body seems to relax as he heaved a long sigh through parted lips. He looked around the school, frowning as he thinks hard as to what to say next. He is obviously weighing everything in his mind right now, but I know my husband is not someone who prevents me from doing what I want—Never—Even when he doesn't really agree to it.

When Chanyeol's jet black eyes met mine again, they are incredibly warm and adoring. "I'll see you this afternoon, baby," he murmured as he planted one lingering kiss on my forehead.

I beamed sweetly up at him. "Thank you, babe," I said. And just when he's stepping back already with that small smile, I grabbed his arm again. "And wear a mask if you can!" I instructed him. "Don't go showing that handsome face."

"Right," my husband smirked playfully. "I'll think about it."

We did get a muse who posed for us that day and she's a modeling student from a certain university who happened to be attending an orientation at the school. Amber Liu found her, so we were deeply grateful—And the muse was so pretty Sulli immediately forgot she's annoyed with me for letting Park Chanyeol go.

My husband came to pick me up at around five thirty in the afternoon and as soon as I sat on the passenger's seat, Chanyeol places this gigantic bouquet of blue roses on my lap.

"Ohhh," I cooed just as I felt my husband kiss my temple. "Thank you, babe. These are beautiful."

Chanyeol flashed me his breathtaking smile. "You're welcome."

With a wide grin, I continued inspecting and smelling the flowers lovingly as Chanyeol drives the car out of the school. "So, how was the movie? Was it great?"

A subtle pout forms on his lips. "I'm not sure," he mutters. "We weren't able to watch much of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." Chanyeol shrugged. "We kept being interrupted in the cinema. I guess it was a bad thing to watch it in 3D. There were a lot of people."

I frowned curiously. "A lot of people walking and talking around?"

"Yeah. That," my husband nods once. "And people asking for our number and if we're idols."

The image of snappy Kim Jongin and my impatient husband being bombarded by unwanted queries and compliments from unknown individuals made me giggle. "Aw, babe," I teased, reaching out to pinch his cheek. "I knew you should have worn something to cover your face."

Chanyeol just smiled a little, shaking his head then touching the spot where I pinched him. "I honestly didn't know we'll be spotted like that—Hey! What's this on my face?" We reached a stoplight and my husband took the opportunity to wipe the black smudge on his cheek.

"Oops, sorry," I laugh loudly, showing him my hand. "I didn't get them all off."

"What's that? Charcoal?" He asked, still wiping it off.

"No, genius. It's graphite," I answered with an eyeroll. "Here. Let me get it off you." I took some tissues from my bag and Chanyeol let me clean the black stain on his cheek that is surprisingly difficult to remove. "So... Any plans for tonight, babe? Want to watch a movie with me?" I offered just as the stoplight turned green and we continued speeding through the city.

Chanyeol smacked his lips. "Study room sex."

"Oh my god," I rolled my eyes, pulling back and pressing my hand on my forehead. "You just never give me chance to rest, huh?"

"What—?" his eyes widened. "Baby, we didn't have sex last night."

"Only because I was feeling sore," I argued. "We did it five times in the bathroom last Sunday and you fucked my mouth!" 

A playful smirk slowly formed on his handsome face at the memory. "Oh yeah... That was hot," Chanyeol mused.

I hit his arm. "That's not even the point!"

He gave me sideway glance. "So... You don't want to?" he asked in this low, sexy voice I can never get used to. "It's okay, baby. I truly understand."

I opened my mouth to speak but no word came out, so I just bit my lip and muttered, "You and your fucking libido," I hissed through gritted teeth. "I hate it!"

But that was a lie, of course.

Then my husband offered casually, "I'll eat your ass." 

"Park Chanyeol—!" I hit him again. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

It took me one whole hour to finish all my skin care routine right after shower. There aren't that much steps, but the coverage is from my head to toes and I move kind of slow so that's that. It's already ten thirty in the evening when I looked at the wall clock, donning on my bathrobe before stepping out of the bathroom. Park Chanyeol and I had our early dinner at this place we usually visit because they serve organic food only—And well, mainly because it's my husband's favorite dinner place.

Taking a detour before going to our closet, I checked the bed first, wondering if Chanyeol finished his work already and is now snoring peacefully under the covers. But the bed's empty and well-made up. He's probably still stuck in his desk with paperwork. So, I trudge back towards the closet rather thoughtfully, playing with the ribbon of my robe as our morning conversation replayed in my head.

"Well... It's not like he literally never lets me rest," I mumbled to myself. "And... It's not like I do not enjoy it..."

My hand paused on the closet door and I chewed on my bottom lip, thinking. When it comes to things like my body and sex, my husband truly honors and respects my decisions all the time. Sure, he was quite territorial and incredibly jealous when we were younger—But that was not without good reason. Plus, if I outright say no, Chanyeol will back away instantly. Without question.

"Ugh," I tugged unto my damp hair. "Why does it bother me so much that I can't let him have what he wanted?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and finally decided to forget about getting dressed. Maybe because Park Chanyeol has always been the perfect husband—He never gave me a headache nor a fucking heartache no matter how capable he may be—That's why I care about his needs and requests this much. Tightening my bathrobe, I strode towards the bedside table and grabbed some things. "Goddamnit." I said between gritted teeth. "Fine! But only this one time!" 

I am not mad, but I am stomping forcefully through the hallways towards Chanyeol's study room. The third floor of the penthouse is empty and eerily quiet since most of our things were moved before a major house renovation starts. My studio and Chanyeol's study are both soundproof so when I opened the door without knocking, I wasn't able to catch the fact that he is in a middle of a phone call—His tall figure standing by the glass wall on one side of his room.

"Yes. I learned about that yesterday, too," Chanyeol was saying, barely hiding the surprise in his voice when the door just suddenly bursts open. He gave me a startled glance then a curious frown right after. "Yes, Mr. Choi," he nods, his eyes still fixated on me. "Why don't we talk about that tomorrow at the office?... That's great. I'll inform my secretary right away... Yes. Thank you... Goodbye."

When he hung up, my husband is still looking at me, face brightened by the dim lights in the room and the busy city of Seoul down below. Park Chanyeol has this thin white shirt and black silk pajamas over some Gucci slip-ons. His honey-blonde hair is disheveled, but I do not know why he suddenly looks like the front cover of a famous fashion magazine as he slipped one hand inside the pocket of his pants then tipped his head to the side in question.

"Hyun..." he started in a cautious voice. "You look like you're about to scream at me or something... Is everything alright, hon?"

The question made me pause. "I..." When I touched my face, I realized my eyebrows are tightly knitted together, my cheeks are warm to the touch, and I am biting my lip hard. "No—I was just—" I held up a hand and breathed through my mouth to gather my thoughts. "I'm sorry I just barged in unannounced," I said instead.

"No. That's alright," Chanyeol gently said with a small smile. He is obviously still figuring out the expression I am wearing when he walked over to me, holding me by my arms as he inspects my face. "Baby, are you okay?" he asks again.

Yes. I am just fine.

Without answering, I pushed the objects I am holding against his chest. For a second, my husband looks utterly confused, taking in the box of condoms and bottle of lubricant into contemplation. But after realizing what I am trying to do—or say—, Chanyeol presses his lips together to keep a grin from showing. He slowly wrapped one hand around mine, retrieving the making-love-stuff from my grip.

"So that's why you're still wearing your bathrobe," he raised a brow, looking me up and down playfully. "Baby, you told me you wanted a rest," he even added, but there's that triumphant smirk already splitting his gorgeous face.

"Well, yeah," I bit my lip then looked away. "I just... Wanted to make you happy."

The answer I gave made Park Chanyeol pause, the playful smirk leaving his face to be replaced by this warm, adoring look only I have the privilege to receive. "My love..." he started in a soft voice, hand reaching up to cup my face. "You make me the happiest every single day of my life. You know that. And you don't even have to do anything," he exclaims. "Just—Exist. That's everything to me already."

"I know," I nodded, blushing. "But tonight... I want to make you extra happy, Park Chanyeol." Then I peered up at him and muttered in a small voice, "Can I not do that, babe?"

I felt his hand rest on the small of my back so he could pull me closer. "Baby, you already know the answer to that," Chanyeol whispered and planted one gentle kiss on my forehead, making me heave a dreamy sigh.

My hands were quite unsteady when I reached up for his chest, carefully palming his hard chest underneath the thin material of the shirt. "Still thinking about that study room sex?" I murmured.

"Yeah..." my husband's voice turns breathy as he caressed my waist. "You?"

"Hm-hm..." I hummed.

When Chanyeol leaned down to kiss me, I pulled back a little to avoid his lips. The immediate way his face crumpled to a mixture of confusion and hurt made me pull a small, amused smile, licking my lips before taking his free hand so I could guide him back to his desk. There, I made him sit on his gigantic leather chair before slowly turning around, so my back is facing him—But not before giving him a playful wink and making him chuckle.

My heart is already pounding so heavily inside my chest as I painstakingly started to tug the ribbon of my bathrobe loose, peeling the clothing from my body starting from my shoulders and off my arms until it's pooling around my feet to reveal my nakedness. After spreading my legs a little, I stuck my ass out toward my husband revealing my flawless and smooth backside. It has always been hairless, and no matter how many times we already had sex in the past, I always see to it that every inch of my ass remains plump and pink—Just the way we both like it.

Between Park Chanyeol and I, it's clear I'm not really the teasing type. My husband loves to mess around with me whenever he gets the chance. But when it comes to sex, teasing Chanyeol back does not really work the way I want it. He is incredibly impatient. And waiting is never an option. Before I could start playing with my asshole, I felt Chanyeol grab my left cheek with a firm grip, pulling it to the side so that he could see the puckered asshole hidden between those plump cheeks. I felt a breath sharply escape through my parted lips from the chill that rushed up my spine as his thumb started to prob my hole. "Fuck," I groaned, leaning forward and planting my palms on my knees as I continued to bend over for the benefit of his view and access. I heard a bottle closing and some squelching, and all I could do is chew on my lip as I anticipate whatever my husband wants to do with me.

"So... This is how you want to do it, huh, baby?" came Chanyeol's strained voice and as soon as the words left his lips, I felt his wet middle finger reach my exposed hole, and he began massaging it—Never really entering, just playing around the entrance like he's testing how tight it still is. I let out an involuntary moan from the wave of pleasure that had just come from between my legs. Shit. He's not even fucking me yet.

Chanyeol's unoccupied hand found its way to my other ass cheek, squeezing the firm butt a few times before one finger finally entered me. I gasped loudly; my hands suddenly too heavy for my knees, I felt my legs buckle. Chanyeol only gave me a few finger fucks, pushing in then pulling out slowly as if his only goal is to lubricate the hole he's going to abuse later. He squeezed more lube into his finger before inserting it again inside my ass and waiting for me to relax before adding another finger to scissor me open. All the while, his expert hand did the job and I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut and moan because being fucked in any way by Park Chanyeol is making me swoon into unimaginable pleasure.

"That's good," my husband muttered, admiring his work, before his fingers suddenly left my asshole, leaving me panting and wanting more. I heard movement from behind me, and my pulse increased, and my mind started racing, wondering if I was finally about to get fucked. Cool, sticky fluid slowly run down my leg before Chanyeol moved forward and rested his shaft directly on my asshole. It was so hot, almost throbbing, and although I couldn't see it, I will never mistake its feel against my skin with something else.

As I was lost in my thoughts, Park Chanyeol brought my mind back to an excruciatingly pleasurable sensation as he gripped my plump butt with both hands, pressed my cheeks toward each other, and began grinding his c*ck back and forth between them. He had me gripped so tightly, and the way his d*ck, obviously covered in lube, slid along my hole was getting me hotter and hotter.

"God..." I groaned. "Oh my god—" Without warning, my knees gave away from the intense sensation, but my husband's arms were quick to catch me. He wrapped them around my waist protectively and I held unto him for support.

"Come here, baby," he breathes and when I thought he's going to maybe sit me on his chair, Chanyeol rather clumsily led to me his desk and made me bend over it. There were folders and papers underneath my sweating skin, but my husband doesn't seem to mind. It seems like not even work could stop him from fucking me now.

Suddenly, I felt his hot breath against my ass, and I have to bite unto my lip so hard just to keep myself from moaning too loud as he started to lick my eager hole. I bucked my hips from the extreme sensation his tongue was bringing me. And I couldn't fucking help it no matter what I do. He took both hands and pushed the small of my back down to keep me in place while his mouth worked my tight hole. He lapped at it, circled it, and pressed against it. In a matter of seconds, Park Chanyeol was driving me insane. I was gripping the edges of the table, crumpling papers within my grip, and shaking underneath his touch. I didn't know what to do with myself.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I moaned, writhing on the table. "Chanyeol, please... Ahhh..."

"Hmmm?" I felt the vibration of his satisfied hum as he licked my hole without stopping. Very tightly gripping my ass with both hands, Chanyeol pulled my cheeks apart and took one last set of licks and sucks between them. In a matter of minutes, he had already broken every self-awareness I had left. As his tongue darted in and out of my asshole, I feel like everything inside me is in heat and begging to be touched. I am so aroused and hot. And needy. Suddenly, Chanyeol stopped, kissed my hole, and pulled away, leaving my dripping wet hole stuck out for him.

When I thought my husband's going to fuck me already, there came a cool, lubed finger instead that began to massage my hole. My breathing intensified and the tip of my hard c*ck feels like it's going to explode when touched. I was nervous but undoubtedly aroused beyond reason, and the way he teased my asshole made me want to get it filled right away. I want Park Chanyeol to jerk me off but the need to be fucked was definitely more overwhelming. My husband pushed a finger inside me. Then a second followed. I moaned out as they slid back and forth, curling downward inside me. He spread them in me, working to loosen the muscles that he would be entering through.

A heavy smack sounded, cutting the silence inside Chanyeol's study room and I felt my butt jiggle from the impact of his palm. I moaned again—From pain or pleasure, I'm not really sure anymore. I just wanna be filled up to the brink already. Leaving his hand gripping my wet ass, Chanyeol removed the two fingers from inside me.

"Should I use a condom, baby?" he asked in his deep, throaty voice.

Instead of a word, a whine escaped my lips, so I just shook my head as an answer.

My husband's chuckle rang inside my head beautifully and for a second, I forgot he's about to rip me apart with pleasure this very moment. Pushing my butt cheeks to the sides to spread me as best he could, Chanyeol shifted forward and pushed the head of his c*ck against my waiting hole. Just the pressure of it against me felt so good, like I was going to be blissfully plugged. I braced myself against the edges of my husband's study table and he pulled my hips back toward his groin as he slowly pushed it in.

"Baby, baby..." Chanyeol cooed, hands massaging my skin to help me relax. It's true that we have sex almost all the time. But that doesn't change the fact that Park Chanyeol's d*ck is size XL and for him, I still have the tightest c*nt.

Chanyeol pushed his hips forward and the pain was there. But the pleasure—Good god, the pleasure. That shit is all that matters. My mind struggles to think clearly as all I could comprehend is the sensation of the head of his c*ck finally entering me, and his shaft beginning to slide into my hole. Groaning from the intrusion, I can't help but tighten around his d*ck as I took in a sharp intake of breath. My husband obviously liked it, because he hissed my name in bliss as soon as I did it. Still only halfway inside me, both of Chanyeol's hands wrapped to the front of my hips, gripping me to be able to push himself forward.

I felt a gentle kiss on my left ear and it's the only indication I need before I angled my head to the side to meet Park Chanyeol's lips with an open mouth. His tongue invaded and licked every corner he could reach, and I could taste the faint bubblegum flavor of the lube he used for my ass. Chanyeol sucked my tongue and bit my lip as he thrusts his hips firmly ahead. With a gasp, I was pushed against the table as Chanyeol buried his entire c*ck inside me. He pulled back until only the tip was left inside me, then thrusts forward again with a satisfied groan. His hips shamelessly hit my asshole with every determined move and the squelching sound it made was so hot, I can't stop myself from picturing my butt being shaken by how he rams his d*ck heavily inside me until it disappears between my cheeks.

With thrust after thrust, he began pumping his raging c*ck into me, finding the rhythm he likes. Without removing one firm grip on my hip, Chanyeol used his free hand to grab my hard-on, stroking it in sync with his thrusts. "N-No—" I cried out because the stimulation is starting to become too much. "Babe— Don't—" But Chanyeol doesn't listen. He pressed his thumb on the piss slit of my d*ck and started to circle the tip with intent—My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't help but to grip Chanyeol's c*ck tightly inside of me, and I could tell he was enjoying fucking his adorable husband because his kisses deepened—almost hurt—and the hand around my c*ck tightened and its strokes fastened.

As I held unto the desk for dear life and kissed my husband back as enthusiastically, I noticed how Chanyeol emits these low, satisfied groans which are met by my own moans. All the kissing is not enough to silence all the noises we're already making. Soon, there's already a familiar form of pleasure welling up from the pit of my tummy. It was building, bringing me closer to the edge as Chanyeol continued pounding my asshole, determined to make me into nothing but a coming mess.

"FUCK!" I cried out loudly against my husband's lips when the tip of Chanyeol's c*ck hit a sensitive spot inside me. Tears sprung to my eyes in nothing but pleasure, feeling the orgasm build up so quickly so suddenly. Oh my fucking god. My hole started tensing around the thick c*ck that was entering in and out of it.

"I want to hear you," Chanyeol groaned as he pulled back, his thrusts going harder and more forceful.

My mind did little thinking as to what he means because as soon as his lips are off mine, he drove one heavy fuck into my asshole and that's when I began leaking and shooting ropes of come on the floor and the desk's drawers. The orgasm literally shook every inch of my being and I came with a scream—My hands are trembling against the wood and my knees buckling underneath. I was moaning and sobbing from the mind-blowing fuck I just received as Chanyeol viciously continued ramming his d*ck in me.

"Shit, baby," Chanyeol moaned as he fucked me. "Fuck. Fuck. I'm coming—"

Chanyeol's thick, throbbing c*ck began to twitch and pulse inside.

"Ah, fuck! Baekhyun—!" Rope after rope of hot, sticky come came shooting from the tip of Chanyeol's c*ck still heavily buried deep inside me. It coated every walls of my ass and I could feel it flowing and filling every gapping space. Groaning against my neck, Chanyeol slowly pulled out his d*ck to let some come trickle down my legs and fall on the floor before shoving it inside again. He continued fucking me in a slow pace again, riding off his orgasm or probably thinking about going for another round.

With the remaining energy I have, I tried arching my back, my ass muscles tightening around my husband's d*ck to help him. "Is this—" I pant, my mind still clouded by lust. "Is this the kind of sex you're expecting?"

Park Chaneyol bent down to give my shoulder a gentle kiss. His hands are still wrapped around my waist to guide me back to his c*ck. "Nope," he breathes. "This is far better."

"Oh, yeah?" I giggled just as he started showering featherlight kisses on my neck.

"You're the prettiest," Chanyeol murmured against my skin. "And you're so... So sexy, Park Baekhyun... You seriously drive me crazy."

A moan escaped my lips as I felt Chanyeol's c*ck twitch inside me. He's about to get hard again. But before I could prepare myself for another ruthless fuck, my husband's phone rang.

"Shit," Chanyeol sounds so annoyed as he pulled back from kissing me. "What the fuck..."

My eyes were kind of droopy as I looked around, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from. "What—" I started to say. "Is it work?"

I let out a loud, startled gasp when Chanyeol pulled his c*ck out of my hole so he could reach for his phone. It's still inside the pocket of the pants he was wearing just a while ago. Even with my whole body trembling, I managed to straighten myself and lean against the table for support. My lower back kind of hurts but I ignored it because when I turned to my husband's face, he is suddenly looking worried while looking at his phone screen.

"Babe?" I started to say just as my husband quickly fixed himself. He fetched my bathrobe from the floor and draped it over my shoulders.

Without looking at me, Chanyeol turned away and answered the call. "Yes? This is Park Chanyeol speaking," came his calm voice. There was a series of muffled sounds and I can't help but wrap my arms around myself as I wait. What's going on? Suddenly, something the person from the other line said made my husband freeze. His eyes went wide, and it took him a few whole seconds before he could speak again. "Of course," he firmly said. "We'll be there. Thank you."

After hanging up, Park Chanyeol looked at me and his eyes were unreadable.

"Honey... What's wrong?" I asked in a small voice.

"I-It's..." Chanyeol breathes and that's when I noted that tiny spark of excitement in his eyes slowly growing. "It's Angel," he announced. "She's already in labor."

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hope it's not too late to say HAPPY SIX YEARS EXO-Ls!

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