Chan feeling some type of way about his late night workout.

COCKY.

FINAL CHAPTER

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Chapter I / Chapter II / Chapter III

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself. (16,4k words)

𝐀 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞

“Pull from that side,” Chris was already in a fit of giggles as he nodded towards Y/N's side of the bed. “Don't you dare let g - “ 

She did just that; the fitted sheet sprung across the bed like a tiny rock released from a sling, and Chris doubled over on the bare mattress for the third time. He clasped his hands over his head in exasperation as Y/N's silent laughter made her knees shake, and she lunged across the bed, reaching for one side of the sheet.

“Okay, okay, I'll do it properly this time,” the woman laughed, shaking the sheet. “I promise.”

With a responding groan, Chris rolled off of the bed and regained control of the sheet’s corners. Together, Chris and Y/N pulled at the sheet and laid it flat over the king sized bed's infuriating corners; they finally managed to hook the sheet over, tucking under the bottom, and Chris straightened with a laboured sigh.

“I hate these things,” Chris grumbled as he clamped his hands over the small of his back. He stretched to the side with a loud groan, and a faint click made Y/N snort with laughter all over again.

“Careful, old man … wouldn't want you needing a walking stick,” she joked. 

With an amused glint in his eyes, Chris quickly lunged over the bed and appeared at his wife's side; the woman squealed when Chris captured her in his arms and swung her around, their laughter flooding through their sunny bedroom. 

“Still think I need a walking stick, huh?” Chris squeezed her tighter, his smile growing as he rubbed his head into the crook of Y/N's neck like an energetic puppy. “Hmm?” 

“Yes,” Y/N wheezed. “Let me go.”

“Never.” 

He finally dropped her amongst the duvet that was slung on the floor; rays of glittering sunshine flooded through the French doors occupying one wall of their room, and they transformed the ivory linens into a makeshift heap of sand on the carpet. Y/N's arms and face glowed as she tossed amongst the sheets, the sun now spilling all over her skin as she grinned up at her husband. 

Chris's heart lurched. Severe affection and longing washed over him like a large wave as he looked at his wife; he wasn't quite sure of whether he wanted to pull her up to her feet and hold her close to him, or if he wanted to dive on top of her, pulling off those stupid, restricting clothes … 

“Oi,” a pillow slammed into his face in a flurry of fresh laundry detergent, snapping him out of his momentary reverie. “Stop looking at me like that. We haven't finished yet.” 

Chuckling, Chris grabbed the pillow before extending his hand down to his wife. She slipped her warm fingers into his, and after sneaking a kiss from her cheek, the couple began to change the rest of their bedding.

They finished not long after; the pillows were propped up against the headboard, the bedspread immaculate, just how they both liked it. 

Y/N turned to her husband just to be met with a devilish grin before he swung his pillow at her; it hit her midsection, and Y/N gasped, shocked laughter rising and spilling out of her.

“That,” Chris let out a shaky chuckle. “Was for earlier.” 

“Oh, you don't know what you've started, Bahng.” 

Yelping when her pillow hit his shoulders, Chris scoffed. Y/N was already running around the room, her face one of pure joy, and competitiveness surged through his veins as he chased after her.

“I started it?” His pillow hit her behind. “You're the one who started it, actually.”

“Because you were being freaky,” Y/N giggled and pillowed the back of his head. “It's only twelve in the afternoon.”

“Oh? Can't I admire my beautiful, stunning, sexy wife at twelve in the afternoon?” 

Breathless laughter escaping the both of them, Y/N and Chris somehow found themselves kneeling in the middle of their freshly made bed, the sheets crumpling under their limbs as they pummeled each other with their soft pillows. Within seconds, the neat sheets turned into that of a haystack, though neither of them seemed to care; Chris now had his knees pinning Y/N down to the bed, and she squealed with laughter as she held her pillow up to her face, shielding herself from his attack. 

“You're not gonna win this, baby girl,” Chris growled, a permanent smirk etched on his plump lips. He landed a soft hit with the pillow to her stomach; it made Y/N choke with another splutter of giggles, and risked sneaking a glance at him.

She lowered her pillow from her face; Chris was hovering over her, the honeyed skin of his back and torso positively glimmering with an ethereal light as the sunshine poured over him. He raked a veined hand through his shaggy curls as he grinned down at her, and Y/N felt her mouth running dry.

God. She had never seen someone so beautiful before, so handsome, so infuriatingly ho - 

She hadn't realised she had somehow sat up in her need to study her husband up close, to see the familiar splattering of freckles and moles on the curves of his abdominal muscles that she so loved - a sudden sneak attack of Chris's pillow had her flying off the bed in one smooth motion, and a gasp of laughter bubbled out of her just as she landed on the floor with a bang. 

Chris flexed his arms, a goofy smile painted on his face. “And Christopher Bahng wins … as predicted - oh shit. Fuck … baby - “ 

Laughter left Chris as he slipped off of the bed, and his eyes softened as his lips curved up into a sympathetic smile. “Oh baby … fuck, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry - “ 

He was cut off when Y/N giggled hysterically; her landing had been soft, with the discarded bedding cushioned beneath her, but she had knocked her elbow into a chest of drawers on the way down - a long scrape trailed the length of her elbow, and blood began to bloom along the wound.

“I didn't feel it,” Y/N's snorted with laughter as Chris immediately took a hold of her arm. “That was so … funny. One minute I was there, and the next minute I was flying like some bird - “ 

“Well, I'm glad you're finding this funny,” Chris whined, his fingers extra careful as he turned her arm over, making sure she wasn't injured anywhere else. “Oh baby I feel so bad … come here, let me clean this up.” 

“Chris it's fine, it's just a little scratch,” Y/N grinned wildly. “Trust me, I really didn't feel it … I was too busy thinking about your … abs.”

Chris let out a surprised bark of laughter. “Now who's being a freak at twelve in the bloody afternoon?”

Y/N's smile was devastating. “Guilty.” 

Swallowing thickly, Chris suddenly swept the woman up into his arms; he draped her effortlessly over his shoulder, a gentle pat of his hand landing on her backside as he walked her out of the room. Y/N's laughter was warm as she dangled over him, her hands braced on his lower back, and in a few seconds she had been deposited onto the kitchen counter while Chris looked around for their medical kit. 

“You're drooling,” Chris noted when he stood between her legs, flipping open the kit. 

Y/N cocked her head to the side. She trailed her fingernail ever so faintly over the groove in the middle of his pectoral muscles as Chris ripped open a large square plaster, and the man sucked in a sudden breath, his eyes like fire when they met hers. 

“You'd make a sexy doctor,” Y/N said, mildly dazed as he took her arm again.

Chris shook his head in disbelief, though the smile on his face told a different story. “And you'd make a very delirious patient, baby.”

He lifted her arm up and with his gentle touch, Chris smoothed the plaster over her scrape. His thumbs caressed the sticky sides down securely before he leaned forward and pressed his lips over it a long, lingering kiss. 

“Thank you, Doctor Bahng,” Y/N hummed as she looped her arms around the man's neck. He looked up at her with a soft smile, nose brushing hers. “We've left the bed a mess again.”

Chris's eyes glinted. “Leave it. It's gonna be even more of a mess by the time I'm done with you.”

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𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

“I can see you, you know.” 

Mid-crawl, Y/N froze. She had barely inched the bedroom door open a mere few moments ago; her back was as close to the ground as she could get it, her head ducked low as she shuffled almost soundlessy across the floor. She hadn't wanted to disturb the man who occupied the room - he had been immersed in his work, the screen of his laptop illuminating the angular planes of his handsome face, making Y/N's heart bloom.

She let out a quiet giggle as Chris's legs appeared in front of her. Tipping her head up, Y/N's gaze sought out the man, noting the way his muscular arms were folded across the broad width of his bare chest, an amused smirk painted on his face. Raising an eyebrow at her, Chris tipped his head a little to the side, the messy curls of his hair falling into his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

Y/N curled up into a smaller shape on his floor, as if it would make her invisible. “I'm not here.” 

“Oh yeah? And that ain't my tee you're wearing either, is it?” Chris chuckled, nodding pointedly at the worn black cotton draped over her. “Where'd you get that? I've been looking for it.” 

“Yenie's room.”

“I.N's room? What was it doing in there?” 

Y/N shrugged. “Laundry mix up?” 

She then cleared her throat, and she pulled the neckline of the t-shirt she was wearing up and over her face in a cloud of faded cologne. Her voice was muffled when she said again, “Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about … I promise I'm not here.” 

Chris's light laughter erupted around them both. Y/N's eyes widened minutely when he crouched down in front of her, his smirk widening. His fingers were soft as they gently pushed the material of her top away from her face, and a sudden rush of heat surged through the woman's body when Chris slowly slid his hand around her face, clamping it over the back of her neck and bringing her closer to him. 

“You're so cute,” Chris hummed, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Even when you're cosplaying as a little spider.” 

“Hey, I'm not a spider,” Y/N huffed. “I don't have eight legs.” 

“A special four legged spider, then.” 

Giggling suddenly, Y/N turned her face and promptly bit into his arm. Her teeth barely grazed his skin, but it made the man yelp on impact anyway, and the both of them burst into a frenzy of laughter as Chris reluctantly let go of her.

“Oi!” Chris exclaimed as extended his limb, examining the very faint marks along his forearm. “What was that for?”

“I thought you said I was a spider?”

“Not a biting one!”

Y/N shrugged, eyes dancing with mischief. “Oops?” 

Shaking his head, Chris suddenly scooped the woman into his arms. She squealed when he dropped her playfully onto his bed, the sheets soft beneath her, and a second later Chris flopped down beside her, his head a mere inch away from hers as he turned to smile at her. 

“So … what are you doing here?” Chris asked her warmly as his hand reached for her fingers. “Why were you crawling on my floor, hmm?” 

Y/N smiled. “Didn't wanna disturb you. I was gonna try and sneak into your bed without you noticing, but … “

“But I noticed,” Chris finished with a deep chuckle. “You're not disturbing me, baby girl.” 

“Of course you'd say that.”

“Because it's true. I love having you here, you know that.” 

Her face melting with affection, Y/N shuffled closer to him. Her side pressed against his as she rested her head at the warm juncture between his chin and neck; Chris hummed in contentment at the welcome contact. He dropped a tender kiss to the top of her head before his arms were suddenly locked around her waist, Y/N's laughter soft as he pulled her down on top of him.

“Missed you,” Chris murmured against her hair, his eyes fluttering shut as her sweet scent greeted gums. 

Y/N sighed and buried her face further into his silky skin. “Not as much as I missed you.” 

The man grinned. “Oh yeah? Why'd you go to I.N's room first then, huh? Huh?”

His fingers jabbed at her side in a soft poke, and Y/N burst into more frantic giggles.

“He wanted to show me his new clothes,” Y/N replied, squeezing his middle tight when he stopped tickling her. “And the shoes you got him. Mr Possessive.” 

“Mmm can't help it if I want you all to myself,” Chris whispered, pressing a kiss to her brow. “Nah … I'm happy you're so close with all the kids. Makes me feel so … warm?”

Her lips curving up at the corners, Y/N propped her head up and rested her chin on Chris's chest as she observed his softening face. “I missed you a lot, you know.” 

“Is that why you were sneaking in, Little Miss Spider?”

“I am not a spider.” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

He pulled her closer then, his arms curling around her shoulders as his fingers brushed in slow strokes over her scalp. “You okay, baby? Why you missin’ me so much?” 

“I always miss you this much.”

“Mmm I know. You're so needy.” 

“I'm needy? What about you? You're practically smothering me,” Y/N giggled when his arm found its way over her face as if on cue, his legs wrapping around hers like a koala on a tree. 

“Told you I missed you,” Chris chuckled. And then, “Seriously, though … you're aight, yeah?” 

Y/N nodded slowly. “Better now that I'm here.” 

Chris peered down at her. “Wanna talk about it?” 

“There's nothing really much to say about it … it's more of just … a feeling?” Y/N shrugged, snuggling her face further into the crook of his neck. “I just feel so stressed … like loads of tiny things keep piling on top of me. And I can't breathe in that house … always feels like I'm suffocating. Wanted to sleep but no matter how much sleep I get over there I still wake up exhausted.” 

Chris made a sympathetic noise, his hold on her tightening. He knew exactly what she meant - he had been there himself more times than he could count. “My baby,” he murmured, nuzzling her nose against her skin.

“I knew you'd be busy working so I almost didn't come. But … I couldn't really take it anymore - might have ended up clawing my skin off.”

Grimacing at her words, the dramatic expression that Chris pulled made Y/N smile.

“Thought I'd sneak in and sleep here.”

“My bed is all yours,” Chris hummed, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. “I'm all yours, too.” 

“Even though you're working?” 

“Yeah … don't think ima get anymore work done tonight,” Chris chuckled. “You're too comfy.”

“It's not me - it's your tee.” 

Y/N's breath hitched when Chris suddenly flipped her over; he hovered over her, his eyes glittering like stardust through the deep crinkling that accompanied his wide smile. The giggles that escaped her when he started peppering her face with the softest of kisses were light, carefree, even, and the rigid set to her shoulders slowly melted the longer she stayed under him, letting the man shower her with his endless affection. 

“Nope … ‘s definitely you,” Chris murmured, his hands planted on either side of her face. “You're so soft. And warm. And cosy.” 

“Christopher … “ Y/N curled her arms around the man's shoulders, squeezing slightly, and he paused, his lower lip caught between his teeth as his smile widened. 

“What do you want, baby girl?” He hummed, bumping his nose against hers. 

Y/N tugged at him in response. She didn't have to verbalise her thoughts; Chris immediately knew what was on her mind, and he soon had her folded up in the safety of his arms. His hand cradled the back of her head against the muscular set of his chest as he tucked her in as close to him as he physically could. 

“Better?” Chris whispered, stroking his hand down the back of her head. 

Y/N nodded. She couldn't put into words just how much she had ached to be held by him like this; how she had laid in her own cold bed, trying to imagine his warmth, that steady beat of his heart buzzing against her cheek, and failing miserably. The man holding her had a way of making everything seem okay, even if she had convinced herself she was far from that - as soon as his familiar scent enveloped her, his voice flooding through her like molten chocolate, his skin kindling heat against her own, the world around Y/N suddenly ceased to exist. The chaos in her mind fell quiet; it was just him, and her, and the indescribable amount of peace she felt when she was with him. 

“Shh … “ Chris's voice was quiet, so quiet she wouldn't have heard it If she had moved. “It's okay, baby girl. You're with me now, yeah? I've got you.” 

“I'm fine,” Y/N whispered, eyes squeezing shut against his skin.

Chris laughed under his breath. His fingers slipped through her hair, smoothing down her back with the gentlest of touches. 

“You're crying, baby,” Chris said.

“No I'm not - “ Y/N pulled back a little, frowning. She rubbed her cheek; her hand came away wet, and she blinked in surprise. “Oh. Oops.” 

Chuckling again, Chris guided her head back to his chest. “Come here. My cute little baby.” 

“I missed you,” Y/N sniffled. 

“I know. I missed you too. Tears and all.” 

He wasn't the slightest bit surprised when she bit his neck in retaliation. Chris let out another bark of laughter, Y/N smiling against his skin, and he ducked his head, eyes level with hers.

“You're a menace,” Chris smiled lazily. He snaked his arms around her waist and pressed her frame firmer against his, a content sigh leaving him as he basked in the steady current of heat floating around them both. For some reason, laying there with her in his arms was making his eyes droop; the man's forehead rested against Y/N's as he exhaled slowly, and his lips spread into a large smile when he heard Y/N's gentle laughter.

“Are you falling asleep already?” She asked. “I came here to sleep and you're falling asleep first?” 

“I'm awake,” Chris mumbled, his fingers slipping  under the hem of his t-shirt that she wore, seeking out the heat of her soft skin. “ … I think.”

With another wave of hushed laughter, Y/N wrestled the covers out from underneath him and draped the duvet over them both. She locked her limbs around Chris's, and her lips brushed a loving kiss to his forehead before burying her face back against the crook of his neck, their entwining breaths slowing as they both drifted to sleep.

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COCKY.

CHAPTER III

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Chapter I / Chapter II

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself. (21,2k words)

COCKY.

CHAPTER II.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Chapter I

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself. (19,8k words)

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Laced with ribbons of rose and smudges of peach and a haze of faded violet, the sky beyond the bedroom window had begun to signal the early cusp of evening; a whimsical glow drenched the place, warping shadows and fading sunlight mingling and bouncing off of every surface the could find. A faint chill twisted through the air, but it was pleasant, refreshing almost, a soft reminder that the seasons had begun to change. 

Y/N was placing one of her favourite candles - a cosy one, wafting warm vanilla and musk to her senses - onto her candle warmer when the bedroom door opened, revealing her husband; Y/N regarded him with surprise, her eyebrows raising as she stood to her full height and flashed him a soft smile. 

“Did you forget something?” Y/N asked him. 

Chris chuckled. He stepped into the room and pulled off his cap, much to his wife's confusion. “Nah. Can't be bothered going anymore.” 

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You can't be bothered?”

“Nope.”

“Mr Bahng … are you cancelling?” 

“Mmm … maybe?” Shrugging off his jacket and slipping it onto a nearby hanger, Chris moved towards Y/N and snaked his arms around her waist from behind. The sigh he let out was one of pure contentment as he snuggled his face into the welcome warmth of the crook of her neck. “Wanna be with you instead. Don't like people.” 

Y/N's smile widened. She gently patted his hands that were locked over her stomach, his skin silky to touch. “Am I not a person?” 

“Nope,” Chris's voice was muffled against her skin. “You're the light of my life. The moon, the sun, the stars, the entire universe … you're all of them to me and so much more.” 

Despite the cliché tang to her husband's words, Y/N felt her cheeks and the bridge of her nose rapidly heating up. She bit her lip as she slowly swivelled around in the man's arms, and her hands slid up to cup the sharp angles of his jaw. 

“You really don't wanna go?” Y/N hummed, tracing her thumbs over Chris's cheekbones. “You seemed pretty excited before … “ 

“I know, but … “ Chris shrugged lightly as he turned his head a little and pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of Y/N's palm. “I was putting my shoes on, and I just suddenly thought … ‘wow, I really don't want to go. I wanna be with my wife. Suddenly there's nowhere else I'd rather be’ … you know?“

Y/N let out a soft puff of laughter at the man's dramatics. “Really?” 

Chris hummed, nodding against her hands. “Did I disrupt your plans?” 

“No,” Y/N kissed the tip of his nose. “Was just gonna chill in bed and have a girly night … do a sheet mask, watch a show … “ 

At that, Chris's face lit up. For some reason, he looked more excited than he had at the prospect of hanging out with his friends like he had initially planned, and the look in his eyes made Y/N giggle.

“Why do you look so excited?” Y/N teased him as she slipped her fingers through his curls. “Wanna be one of the girls?” 

Chris nodded enthusiastically. “What show you watching?”

“A sappy one.”

Before Y/N had the time to react, Chris had stripped out of his day clothes. His frantic speed was almost reminiscent of a cartoon; one minute his muscular frame was draped in black, the next he was nothing but hard muscle and glowing skin under the gentle lamplight, and then he was enrobed in a large mass of fluffy white. He flapped the arms of his favourite robe around like bird wings before flopping into bed, morphing into a pile of giggles and contented sounds. 

“Mmm … “ He rustled his legs around under the cool, crisp sheets. “‘M definitely glad I cancelled,”

His honeyed eyes poked out from the top of the heavy duvet, just beneath the wisps of his frizzy curls, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle fondly at the endearing sight of him; she swung her legs onto the bed and was suddenly straddling him atop the sheets, the man bursting into contagious laughter as she leaned down and peppered his face with adoring kisses. 

“You're so cute … “ Y/N whined, gripping his face in both of her hands. “Do you even know how cute you are?”

Chris's eyes sparkled with mischief. He shook his head, and Y/N giggled, pressing her lips to his.

“You're the cutest,” Y/N whispered against Chris's mouth. And then, “I'm really glad you didn't go, you know.” 

At that, Chris's nose turned burgundy, as did the soft grain of his neck. “So am I.” 

Eyes crinkling as she smiled, Y/N sat back again. “Do you want a mask?” She hummed. 

“I want whatever you're using,” Chris replied happily. “Wanna do everything you're gonna do.”

“What's gotten into you?” Y/N giggled as she slipped off of the bed again. She pulled open one of her drawers, and rifling around, she retrieved two identical packets. “Someone's feeling extra clingy today.” 

A lazy smile printed on his face, Chris sank further back against his pillow, his feet still rustling around at the end of the bed. “Mmm … maybe I am.”

Y/B picked up a few other items before returning to her previous spot on her husband's lap. Once she was settled on his thighs, Chris immediately curled his arms around her waist and tugged her close. His face was playful as his fingers slowly slipped under the hem of her nightgown as she carefully pushed a soft headband over his head. 

“You just can't help yourself, can you?” Y/N mused as Chris's fingers travelled up her things, around her hips in warm sweeps before moving  higher, the pads of his fingertips plush against the middle of her back. She shivered at the heat radiating from him, and Chris shook his head in reaponse to her question, his grin deepening as he continued his gentle exploration. His eyes were hooded as he watched his wife rip open one of the packets, and he couldn't help but snort with quiet laughter when the creamy essence began to dribble down the side of her hands upon unfolding the mask. 

“Shut up,” Y/N rolled her eyes as she caught the humour blooming on his face. “I know what you're thinking … don't say it.” 

Chris's laughter was warm against her skin. “Looks … real moist, aye, baby girl? Doesn't remind you of anything, does it … ?”

“Lord have mercy.” 

His laughter only grew louder; Y/N shook her head as she finished unravelling the soaked mask, and she pressed closer into her husband before smoothing the fabric carefully over his flushed skin. He shuddered at the contact of the cold essence brushing his skin, and Y/N smirked, her fingers smoothing out the small creases of the mask near his temples. 

“I was right,” Chris said as he watched the way her fingers glistened with the white essence. “Really, really moist.” 

“Say moist one more time - “ 

Chris smirked. He sat up a little, his masked nose bumping against hers. “Moist.” 

He was satisfied when Y/N let out a loud groan. She grumbled something about getting his mind out of the gutter which only resulted in more of his hyper chuckles echoing around the room, and her lips curved up into a smile as she took out another mask, pressing it onto her face. 

“Okay, but seriously, why does it look like that?” Chris asked. “You sure it's just … skincare? Nothing else, yeah?” 

“Christopher Bahng, I swear … “ Y/N rolled off of his lap and slipped beneath the covers just beside him. “What if it is something else? Then what, huh?” 

Chris swallowed thickly. “It's … not, right?” 

“It's not,” Y/N giggled. A pause, and then, “At least … I don't think so.” 

Wide eyed, Chris slowly turned his head towards her. She winked, before reaching over the bed and pulling up a small tray of snacks she had brought up before. 

“Damn … you were really waiting for me to leave, huh?” Chris joked.

“You know that's not true,” Y/N tutted. “I mean, if you keep making weird jokes, I might change my mind, but … “ 

“Hey, you like my weird jokes.”

“Oh yeah? Says who?” 

Chris wriggled his eyebrows under his mask. “Says the blush on your cheeks.” 

Y/N's voice stuttered. “You can't see any blush on my cheeks. I've got a mask on.” 

“Can still see it, baby girl.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever … what do you want?” Y/N asked him, holding up her snacks.

Chris grinned. “Whatever you're having.”

She knew he'd say that. Her lips curving up into another smile, Y/N reached for the large bag of crisps and set the rest of her stash aside; she pulled the bag open and placed it between herself and her husband before reaching for the TV remote, sinking back against her pillow. 

Despite the calm evening Y/N had planned for herself prior, Y/N secretly was much more content with her husband tucked up beside her. His commentary on one of her favourite shows only echoed the thoughts in her mind, and more often than not she had to pause because their vaguely delirious giggles got the best of them. They had started out lounging with a comfortable space between them, but somehow they had automatically been pulled towards each other, Chris and Y/N now cuddled up beneath the sheets, the rest of their snacks forgotten. 

Chris's arm tightened around his wife's shoulder. He tugged her closer, his fingers soft on her arm as she snuggled into him. Her face was tucked up just beneath his chin, the small space there full of heat and the strong scent of his sweet skin … even though her eyes remained on the TV, her concentration mostly focused on the dramatics, Y/N was completely aware of every one of her husband's moments. The slow dance of his fingers on her arm and hip was more soothing than she could ever put into words, and the soft breaths that left him and stirred her hair ever so faintly sent such a current of comfort through her, that Y/N wondered how she wasn't reduced to little less than a gooey puddle in his arms. 

A sudden flurry of insinstent taps on the large window made the both of them look up; it took them a moment to realise it had begun to rain, heavily at that, and Chris started to chuckle. 

He slid further down the bed, his robe falling open under the sheets. “Now I'm even more glad I didn't go. Forecast literally said it was meant to be clear all day.” 

Y/N hummed, a lazy smile painting her lips as she laid a hand over her husband's bare chest. The skin there was even warmer, and she couldn't stop herself from tracing the fine lines of his pectoral muscles, smoothing over the soft dips and curves, earning a soft sound of satisfaction from her Chris as his grip on her tightened. 

“You'd be soaked,” Y/N said. “And freezing.” 

“Disgusting,” Chris muttered, making her laugh. “This is so much better … the rain on the outside, making everything feel even cosier inside.”

Y/N smiled. “You literally traded being one of the boys for being one of the girls.”

Chuckling, Chris sat up a little, his fingers curling around the fabric that was bunching around him. “Best decision I've ever made.” 

He tugged at his robe; it was bothering him now, and he tossed It away, groaning when the soft sheets kissed his skin as he reclined back again. “Ah … that's so much better. Come here baby … you comfy?”

Readjusting her position in the man's arms now that he had melted a little further into the bed, Y/N nodded. Her knees were curled up to her chest and her arms were slung around his thick waist, her fingers tracing absent minded shapes over the smooth expanse of his freckled skin. She buried her face deeper into the juncture at his shoulder, and her lips were soft when she pressed slow kisses to his neck, trailing then down to his collarbone.

“You're so warm,” she whispered, pressing closer. “I know I said it before, but … I really am glad you stayed.”

His ears burning all over again, Chris kissed her temple. “Now who's being clingy?”

“‘S me … “ Y/N smiled, landing another kiss to the column of his throat. 

“Mmm … and I wouldn't have you any other way,” Chris murmured. His arms around her shifted again, and despite their bodies already being as close as possible to one another, he tried to pull her closer, his skin hot against her cheek. 

A moment later, the man snorted in disbelief. “Did you see that? Is she stupid?” 

She had; the scene on the TV made Chris and Y/N turn to each other in bewilderment. Their eyes locked, and they burst into laughter, the sound soft in the dimly lit room.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” Y/N mused, nodding towards her favourite show. 

Chris shrugged. “Come on … you know I love watching stuff like this. Even better when I'm watching it with you.” 

Smiling happily, Y/N kissed his nose. “You softie. Don't start crying at this next scene.”

“Pfft … as if.”

Y/N giggled a few minutes later when she heard her husband sniffle. He cleared his throat and looked away, but not before Y/N caught a glimpse of a shining tear rolling down his jaw. 

“I'm not crying,” Chris huffed through another loud sniffle. His face crumpled - “Okay but … they're so cute.” 

“You're cuter,” Y/N laughed under her breath; he looked down at her warily. His face began to resemble that of a ripe tomato when he felt her tangling her hand with his under the sheets, and he squeezed her fingers warmly as she tilted her head up to kiss him. 

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭-𝐦𝐞-𝐧𝐨𝐭

“I'm home!” 

Chris's voice was warm like the sunshine that spilled through the large windows in his home, flooding the wide hall. One of his long arms was curled around three cellophane wrapped bundles, crinkling in his grip, and a large shopping bag was slung around a slender wrist. His other hand fumbled with the keys; a content grin painted his soft features as he called out again, his daughter's nearing giggles making him chuckle. 

“Where are my babies, huh?” 

“Daddy! Did you bring me my chocolate?” 

Laughing as Sky collided into him with a sudden burst of energy, Chris nodded in response.He caressed the top of her head with gentle fingers and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her temple. 

“Nice to see you too, Miss Bahng,” Chris hummed as a mischievous spark flickered in his eye.

The fifteen year old looked sheepish. “Sorry daddy. You know I'm always happy to see you.” 

Chris started to grin. “Oh yeah? Because right now it kinda feels like you're only happy to see me because of the chocolate.”

“Dad.” 

Chris erupted into playful laughter upon hearing Sky's whine. “Only kidding. Here … I got you something else too.” 

Sky cocked her head to the side as her father carefully removed one of the bundles from his arm. He held it out to her with crinkling eyes, and Sky's eyebrows darted up her forehead in surprise. 

“Tulips? For me?” 

“Tulips,” Chris hummed. “For you. They're your favourite, right?”

Nodding as a soft smile curved across her pouty mouth, Sky blinked at the pink flowers with a tender gaze. “Mhm. They're pretty.” 

“Hmm … like you, aye?” Chris chuckled as he brushed another kiss to her hair. “Where's your mama? Noey?” 

“In the kitchen,” Sky said. Tilting her head up towards him, the fifteen year old wrapped her arms around her father's waist. She clung to him as much as she could whilst holding her bunch of flowers, and Chris's laughter was sweet when he acknowledged the awkwardness of the position as they trudged into the kitchen together. 

Noah and Y/N were leaning against one of the kitchen counters, light chatter bubbling around them; the earthy scent of freshly brewed coffee immediately hit Chris with familiarity, and he grinned when they both turned around, two large mugs resting in the mother and son duo's hands. 

“Ah … shoulda known,” Chris mused, walking over to them both. He kissed Noah's brow and playfully ruffled the unruliness of his curls, earning a placid smile from around the rim of his mug in return. Chris smiled, pressing his lips to his wife's forehead. “Here … got you both some flowers.”

“Flowers?” Noah cocked his head to the side. 

“Mhm,” Chris slid both bunches into a hand each. “Irises for you … and roses for you.” 

“And I got tulips!” Sky chimed in as she held her flowers aloft. She was still clinging to her father's side, and Chris smiled fondly, his free hand now caressing her head in slow sweeps. 

“I love them,” Noah hummed, twirling his bunch of purple flowers around in his hands. “Thanks, dad.” 

Chris winked at him. He swivelled his gaze to Y/N and burst into affectionate laughter; the woman's face was nowhere to be seen, her trellises of hair swimming over her shoulders as she dipped her head, inhaling deeply from the centre of her bouquet. An assortment of crimson roses, cheerful sunflowers, and silky petaled lilies, the scent that wafted from the flowers made Y/N's heart flutter. She exhaled with a wide smile lighting up her entire face when she raised her head again, and her eyes twinkled as she looked to her heart eyed husband. 

“Smell good,” Y/N commented. 

“Yeah?” Chris moved to her side and slipped an arm around her waist. “Like ‘em?”

Y/N nodded. She leaned into him and secured a tender kiss to the permanent smile on his face. “You always get me the most beautiful flowers … and I never see it coming.” 

Chuckling, Chris squeezed his fingers a little tighter on her waist as he tugged her closer. “Only the most beautiful flowers for my most beautiful girl.” 

“Ugh, dad … “ Sky's face crumpled in faint disgust. “Why do you have to be so cheesy all the time?”

“Mm … can't help it,” Chris shrugged, amusement crossing the rich molasses of his eyes. “Besides … it's fun seeing your reaction.” 

Sky wrinkled her nose. “Gonna ignore it because you got me flowers. Why did you get flowers?”

“Why not?” Chris chuckled. “Nah there's a new flower shop that opened up a few blocks away … thought I might as well get something.” 

“Buy out the whole shop, you mean?” Y/N grinned as she pulled out a large vase from one of her cupboards. “Noey, Ky … want me to put your flowers into vases too?” 

As Noah and Sky nodded, Chris flushed. “Couldn't help it … they all looked so good.” 

“I like these little tiny ones,” Sky pointed to a cluster of small flowers nestled in-between her tulips. “I can't remember what they're called.”

“They're called Forget-me-nots,” Y/N started to laugh. “Everyone really does seem to forget their name … “

Giggling, Sky placed her flowers into Y/N's outstretched hand; she watched as her mother snipped off the ends of the flower stems before sinking them into a small vase filled with water. She couldn't help but notice how a few of the flowers were still in bud form, elongated and green, a gentle contrast to the rest of the colours. 

“These ones are still asleep,” Sky commented, pointing to them. 

Chris chuckled. “Maybe they'll wake up tomorrow?” 

Sky frowned. “They need to wake up today.”

“You're so impatient,” Noah snorted. “Maybe they're hiding from you.” 

Sticking her tongue out at her brother, Sky peered into his bunch of flowers. “Why do yours look like an abyss?”

“An abyss? I kinda think they look like the night sky,” Noah said. He pointed to the light spray of Baby's-breath flowers hiding between the clusters of deep purple irises and orchids. “These are the stars.” 

“Oh, you're right!” Chris suddenly said, looking over his shoulder. “I didn't notice that.” 

“You didn't notice it because it doesn't look like a night sky,” Sky rolled her eyes. “Noey is hallucinating.” 

“You're one to talk … yours look like a toad’s den,” Noah replied placidly.  

Sky started to giggle. “Do you think I could lure some toads with them?”

“Oh God, please no … “ Chris clapped a hand over his face. “The flowers are for you, baby. Not the toads. They've got plenty outside.” 

“But they don't have these ones,” Sky protested. “What if I make them a tulip hat?”

From the sink, Y/N started to laugh. 

*☆*☆* 

When Sky came home from school the next day, she headed straight to the large countertop that hosted the three vases of flowers. Her mother’s was in the middle, hers and her brothers’ on either side; the girl's brows furrowed when she saw that the same buds from yesterday still hadn't opened up. Sinking down onto a stool behind the counter, the girl sighed, resting her chin on her folded arms.

“Hey baby,” her mother's voice was sweet as she dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “How was school?” 

“Abysmal,” Sky grumbled with a sigh, staring at the flowers. 

“Abysmal, huh?” Y/N mused. She pulled over a large glass stand from another counter and placed it next to Sky with a smile. “Will a raspberry muffin cheer you up?” 

Sky's face lit up. “Maybe,” she said as she reached for one of the large muffins on the stand. 

“Just maybe?” the older woman laughed. “Well … how about a cup of tea?”

“Did someone say tea?” Chris appeared in front of them both, his eyes sparkling. 

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “No … you must be hearing things, Bahng.” 

She winked at Sky who started to giggle just as Chris pulled a gormless face. He sank into the seat beside his daughter and squished her cheeks with a single hand. “How was school, baby?”

“Abysmal,” Sky repeated her answer. 

“Abysmal?” Chris echoed with a raised eyebrow. He tilted his head to the pile of muffins. “Maybe you should have a muffin.” 

“That's what mama said,” Sky giggled as Y/N flicked the switch of the kettle. 

“Did she now?” Chris grinned. “Stealing my ideas.” 

“I'll have you know, Bahng, that I said it before you did,” Y/N's tone was full of humour as she dropped three teabags into three different mugs. “So I can't have possibly stolen your idea.” 

Chris pouted until he resembled that of a dopey looking duck. “Touchè. Can I have a muffin?”

“You know you don't have to ask.” 

Chris chuckled as he reached for one of the muffins. They were fluffy and splotched with bursts of scarlet from the raspberries, creamy white chocolate poking out from the golden top. Chris and Sky wolfed down two of them each before Y/N turned around with the mugs of tea, and Chris was reaching for two more, placing one in front of Sky as he inclined his head towards her.

“So … why was your day so abysmal, kiddo?” Chris hummed. “Tell your old dad all about it.” 

Giggling under her breath at her father's words, Sky couldn't help it when she let out a little sigh. She sank further down her stool, slumping comically just as Y/N slid into the seat beside her husband.

“It's stupid,” Sky said, prodding the top of her muffin. “I just … feel like I'm losing out on stuff, you know?” 

“What do you mean, baby?” Y/N asked. She tutted when Chris reached for her mug of tea instead of his own, taking a large sip out of it with a cheeky grin on his face. 

Sky shrugged. “Everyone at school all seem to know exactly what they want to do in life … they've all got these massive plans and they're always off doing crazy stuff every weekend. I feel dumb in comparison. Like I'm average at all my subjects, and even the things I like I'm not exceptional at … it just feels like I'm kinda floating? Everyone's already achieving so much and I'm just … here. Falling behind.” 

Chris hadn't expected his eyes to prickle at his daughter's forlorn words; but they did all the same, and the man reached out to gently cup her chin in his hand.

“Hey. You are not falling behind, you hear me?” Chris said firmly. His thumb was gentle as it caressed her jaw, Sky's eyes wide as she looked up at her father. “You're moving at your own pace - it doesn't matter what the people around you are doing, yeah? It's not a competition, baby girl.” 

Sky's words were muffled through the soft hold Chris's hand had on her face. “But … what if I'm always like this? I wanna do what they're doing too … I hate being stuck like this.” 

Eyes softening, Chris let go of her slowly and patted his lap instead. “Come here. Come sit on my lap, kiddo.”

“But dad … I'm not a baby,” Sky giggled as she made to get up anyway. She let Chris pull her down onto his lap, her legs swinging over the side of his thighs, her mother's lips twitching with an affectionate smile as she faced her. 

“Mmm … maybe not, but you'll always be our baby,” Chris hummed, slipping his arms around her torso and squeezing her tight. He kissed her cheek tenderly and smoothed his hand over her hair before taking up one of the mugs of tea again. 

Of course, it wasn't his mug. It was his wife's, and the woman sighed, a bubble of laughter escaping her as she reached around for his mug of tea instead.

“Tea thief,” Y/N grumbled.

Chris's face was one of pure mischief. “I told you … it tastes sweeter from your mug.” 

“Idiot,” Y/N rolled her eyes. It made Sky giggle, and she dropped her head against her father's shoulder, the familiarity of his warmth immediately lifting her spirits. 

Smiling down at her, Chris set the mug back down and hugged her tighter. “What's wrong, Ky-Ky?” 

Sky shook her head against his broad shoulder. “I don't want to let you both down,” she said in a soft whisper. 

“You'd never let us down, baby,” Y/N said gently, one of her hands going to rest on Sky's knee. “We're always going to be proud of you, no matter what.” 

Eyes tearing up, Sky turned her face away from them both. “Even though I'm really behind?” 

Sharing a sympathetic glance with her husband, Y/N shuffled her stool closer to them both. Her fingers were feather-light as she carefully brushed Sky's windswept hair away from the side of her face, tucking it behind her ear. 

“See those flowers?” Y/N asked her, nodding towards the bunch of tulips in front of them both. 

Sky lifted her head, her gaze following her mother's. She nodded, sniffling slightly. 

“You noticed how some of them were still closed yesterday, right?” Y/N's traced her fingers over one of the tulip buds. “They're still closed today. Even though some are from the same stem, the same seed, some are open, and some are not.” 

Sky's brows furrowed, the girl deep in thought as her mother's soft voice washed over her. 

“If someone was to try and open these closed buds too early just because the rest of them have bloomed, they'd just wither up and die,” Y/N continued. “Because it isn't their time yet. Even though the other flowers have bloomed, it doesn't mean it's the right time for these ones.” 

At that, Chris smiled. His hand was gently weaving its way down the back of Sky's head, the girl still cuddled up to him as a tiny burst of clarity and realisation began to grow in her pupils.

“Are you calling me a tulip?” Sky suddenly asked. 

It made her parents laugh. Chris grinned, tilting his head back to look her in the eye again.

“I mean … I did tell you yesterday you're pretty like the tulips,” he chuckled. 

Sky wrinkled her nose. “That's just because you're sappy.” 

“Sappy or not, your father is right,” Y/N smiled. “You are very pretty, Ky. Just like the tulips. And, just like the tulips, you'll bloom when the time is right. Forcing it and trying to push yourself too much is only going to end up hurting you … you're not always going to be stuck here, hmm? Just enjoy this phase of your life … it's all a part of growth.” 

At that, Sky smiled widely. She was quiet for a moment as she mulled over her mother's words. “What if nothing actually works out and I end up cosplaying as a frog?” 

The mirth to her words made Y/N and Chris laugh. 

“Baby, all we want is for you to be happy,” Chris murmured, reaching for his wife's tea again. “It doesn't matter what you end up doing … as long as you're happy, then that's all that matters.” 

“Even if I become a frog?”

“What is it with you and frogs?” Chris asked, mildly perplexed. 

“They're funny,” Sky giggled. “So are toads … ribbit ribbit … ribbit … “

“Alright, alright,” Chris laughed, squishing her cheeks. “Looks like the toads did end up finding the tulips after all … “ 

Giggling, Sky wrapped her arms around her father's shoulders and pressed a fat kiss to his cheek. “Thanks daddy. Thanks mama.” 

“You don't have to thank us, baby,” Y/N grinned, leaning over to kiss Sky's temple. “We're your parents … we're always gonna be here for you, frog or not.” 

Erupting into another fit of giggles, Sky's eyes suddenly flickered playfully; Y/N braced herself, grimacing already before Sky threw herself into her mother's arms, the sound of her father's laughter ringing around them as Y/N squealed at the sudden attack. 

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BANG CHAN ♡ SKZ TALKER GO! SEASON 5 EP. 9 – JAKARTA

Tired. 

Y/N was tired - all the way to her bones she was tired, exhaustion seeping into her marrow, threading through her tissue in the form of a constant ache that just would not. Go. Away. But it wasn't just her body that ached, that felt as though it would shatter with another step - Y/N felt as though her brain had shrivelled down to the likes of a prune’s carcass, stripping her of all thought, all energy, all sense of belonging. 

She didn't even know how she had made it home. Barely registered twisting her keys into the door, nor the way she pushed it open and trudged inside. She felt nothing, and yet she somehow felt everything; somewhere amongst the sludge her mind and body had concocted inside of her, there was a need, an urge to get to her husband. It was the only tangible feeling she could grasp onto - the closer she got to him, the more she needed him. She barely noticed as tears burned their way down her cheeks before she felt the sturdy reassurance of him beneath her throbbing skull, the soft cushion of his muscled arms wrapping around her tight and secure, tucking her frame into him.

The world fell silent. 

“It's okay, pretty girl,” Chris's words fell over her head like delicate flower petals. “You're safe. I've got you … and I'm not gonna let go.”

His hands were tender, like angel wings caressing their way down her hair. Somehow warm, but cool, soothing in a way nothing else could soothe her; Y/N's eyes fell shut, her erratic breathing changing into a steady flow, almost matching the gentle rhythm of Chris's hand smoothing down her head, over, and over, and over again. His other arm was locked around her waist, keeping her pressed against his body as she clung to him with a feeble touch, the softness of her fingers curling into his thin top trembling ever so slightly.

“I love you,” the words that left her husband's mouth were simple, so, so simple, but they struck her deep and put a stop to the wreckage strumming inside her. His voice, rich like honey, kissed her mind, just as the plumpness of his lips brushed her forehead. 

“I love you,” Chris repeated. “I love you so much, baby girl.”

And she knew he meant it. There was so much sincerity in his words, so much raw, painstaking truth, that Y/N felt herself melt. His arms tightened around her as they scooped her closer, cocooning her under the sheets. His scent was a protective bubble wrapping itself around her senses like a thermal blanket, and she automatically snuggled closer to him, her head landing just at the hollow of his throat. 

She was as close to him as she could possibly be, warmer than she had ever been before, the fibres of her skin practically bonding with his … but it was exactly what she needed. Her mind went still, her aches vanishing, and Y/N was faintly aware of her husband's gentle breathing brushing like a tender breeze against the nape of her neck just before she was overtaken by a soft sleep. 

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𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

His back was turned towards her when Y/N caught sight of him; Chris was humming to himself so quietly that it felt like the sound was a mere vibration buzzing around him, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. The sturdiness of his back was visible through his t-shirt, and the soft black drapes hugged his frame as he moved, his muscles rippling faintly. His hands glistened with soapy water, and clean dishes were stacked in an orderly fashion beside him. 

Padding up to him, Y/N curled her arms around her husband's waist. Chris's body melted slightly at the welcome familiarity of her touch, and he leaned back into her embrace, his shoulder brushing her nose. 

“Don't even think about it,” Chris suddenly warned her, his sharp eyes immediately spotting one of her hands slowly hovering over the sink. 

Y/N's laughter was soft, and she retracted her hand. “Okay, okay … fine.” 

“Good girl,” Chris chuckled, reaching for another plate that he had been soaking in the sink. 

Her smile widening, Y/N tightened her grip on her husband's sturdy torso instead. She rested her cheek against the silky skin at the base of his neck as her gaze followed the way he continued to stack washed items. Each of his movements were methodical, a structured system flowing out of him as he moved; Y/N wasn't particularly fond of doing the dishes, though she hated the sight of piled up dishes even more - still, Y/N had to admit there was something so soothing about watching Chris's repetitive motions … and then of course, there was the way his delicate hands glistened under the water, droplets trickling down the intricate webbing of his veins … 

“Why are you smiling like that, weirdo?” Chris's shoulders shook against her with quiet laughter. “Can feel it … “ 

Y/N flushed, hiding her face against his arm. “No reason.” 

“Oh yeah? You're such a liar,” Chris laughed. He turned his face a little to catch sight of her playful expression; the man started to laugh, and he tilted his head, pressing a tender kiss to her nose. 

“You're the weirdo,” Y/N hummed back, settling her chin against the crook of his neck. “Can't believe you're doing the dishes. Again. You don't give me the chance to do them anymore … it's like you actually enjoy it.”

Chris grinned. “Because I do. It's satisfying.”

“It's gross. Slimy food bits,” Y/N shuddered, pressing closer to his warmth. “Foreign substances. Sensory nightmare.” 

“Well, yeah, I guess there is that … “ Chris agreed. “But you just have to rinse it off properly first … see?” 

Y/N wrinkled her nose. But still, “Sure you don't want me to do it?” 

“Baby.” 

Lips spreading into a smile at that, Y/N nuzzled her face into the warm space between his shoulder blades. She might have been standing up, but clinging to her husband was beginning to make her feel slightly drowsy … or perhaps she felt so peaceful, glued to him, that she couldn't really tell the difference. 

“You're so perfect … “ she whispered, her eyes hooded. 

Chris's ears heated. He turned his head and delivered another kiss, landing it onto the crown of her head. “I'm not.” 

“You are,” Y/N protested. “You cook, you clean, you do the dishes, you give the best hugs, you're outrageously hot - “

Chris choked. “Why are you making me sound like a sexy housewife?” 

Y/N started to giggle. “Because you are one.” 

“Yeah, well, you make me wanna be a housewife, so … “ Chris snorted, his eyes crinkling as he set another piece of crockery into the drying rack. “What is it the kids say these days? I'm on my knees for you?” 

“I don't think they say that anymore … “ Y/N blinked. “Old man.” 

Chris burst into more laughter, and he wiped his brow with the back of his damp hand. “First a housewife, now an old man?” 

“One of them sounds more accurate than the other.”

“Oi.” 

Giggling again, Y/N squeezed him a little tighter, her earlier thoughts seeping back into her mind as the man continued with his task. “Are you even real? Are you human?” 

And then, peering around his shoulder, “Where the fuck did you come from?”

Chris picked up a glass as he spluttered with bubbly laughter. “Same place you came from?” 

“No,” Y/N shook her head against him. “I don't think so.” 

“You're so cute,” Chris grinned. “Think you've lost your mind though. Your whole, entire mind.” 

Y/N giggled, the sound muffled by his t-shirt. She tried to hug him even more, despite being as pressed up to him as was possible, and for a moment, she just stood there, watching him.

Until her fingers lightly brushed the hem of his t-shirt. Her eyes sparkled with mischief before they slipped beneath, and the pads of her fingertips pressed against his hot skin.

Chris sucked in a breath. “Baby … “ 

Spurred on by his response, Y/N laughed under her breath and inched her fingers further upwards; she smoothed them over the ridges of his abdominal muscles, tracing the faint veins kissing his skin, and Chris stuttered faintly, his cheek dimpling as his face broke into an embarrassed grin.

“Come on … I'm tryna do the dishes … “ Chris groaned.

“Mmm … but you're so warm,” Y/N teased, her hand continuing its journey up the plane of his muscle. His t-shirt began to roll up as her hands moved, and when her fingers brushed ever so faintly over the underside of his pecs, Chris dropped a spoon into the sink with a clatter. 

Y/N's laughter was full of amusement. Chris hung his head low, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he exhaled shakily, Y/N's hands still wrecking havoc beneath his worn t-shirt. 

“What are you trying to do to me, huh?” Chris breathed, picking up the spoon again. “You really need to stop, baby girl.” 

“Mmm … don't want to,” Y/N giggled. She continued to sweep her hands up and down his torso, and to her satisfaction, she felt his skin starting to burn with every passing second. 

Chris swallowed thickly. He couldn't keep the smile off his face, however, his body betraying him as it leaned further back into Y/N of its own accord, moulding into the curve of her frame. 

“You're driving me crazy,” Chris managed through a hoarse chuckle when her fingers brushed a little higher for the third time. “Just wait until I'm done.” 

“Oh no, you only have one glass left,” Y/N grinned wickedly. She watched as the man picked it up and washed it as quickly as he could before depositing it on the drying rack. He dried his hands on a towel, and before she had the chance to pull her hands from his t-shirt, Y/N was suddenly scooped up, and laughter escaped her as she found herself situated on one of the counters, Chris standing between her legs. 

She had half been expecting it - but it was still just as shocking when Chris's hands, hot from the water, weaved their way up her shirt. The contact made her shiver, and her breath hitched, just as Chris smirked in a way that made her legs turn into jelly. 

“Gone all quiet on me, baby?” Chris teased as he brushed his thumbs over the sides of her ribs. “Hmm?” 

“Chris … “ Y/N whined, dropping her blushing face into her hands. It only made Chris laugh, and his breath was heated against her cheek as he leaned closer. 

“You just couldn't help yourself, could you?” Chris mused. His grin was dangerous, and Y/N looked at him through the gaps in her fingers. There was a touch of humour threaded through his fingers, and despite the goosebumps that prickled along the expanse of her skin as his touch followed the path she mapped out on his body before, she found herself giggling. 

“You're not being fair … “ Y/N huffed. 

“I'm not being fair?” Chris raised an eyebrow. “I'm only doing what you did to me, pretty girl.” 

“Yeah but can you blame me? You're so addicting to touch.” 

Chris's nose turned pink. “I could say the same about you, you know.” 

Before he could say those exact words and reduce her into a pile of ash, Y/N cupped her hand over his mouth. “Shh.” 

His laughter was hot on her fingers. His lips were soft as he pushed them forward, leaving gentle kisses over the inside of her palm. 

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