Hyunjin POV
"Do you have work tomorrow?" I ask.
"Babe, I have work every week day." He answers while side-eyeing me.
I whine. "That's not fair."
"You work on week days too." He sets his phone on the cushion next to him.
"But we can always cuddle. Even when I'm working."
"How about this, okay? I can call in sick tomorrow and me and you can spend all day together. Just us." His hand traces my collarbones suggestively.
I bite my lower lip with a smile forming. I kiss his lips and lean towards him. He cups my face, his icy fingers running through my hair. I gasp.
"Are you cold?" I ask while holding his hands.
"Yeah. It's always cold."
"And you didn't wanna tell me?" I pull him into my lap and hold his hands tightly to warm them up.
He looks at me. He straddles me and wedges his hands between my back and the sofa, obviously getting tired. I play with his upper thighs, kissing his neck lightly. He whines. I giggle quietly. I wrap my arms around him and turn off the movie.
"Are you ready to go get ready for bed?" I ask.
He nods. "Only if you carry me." He presses his face to my neck.
I hold him by the waist and carry him to our bathroom. I turn on the shower, but quickly fill up the tub instead. I look over, seeing Jisung stepping out of his boxers. I tilt my head.
"Are we gonna fuck?" I ask.
He looks at me like I'm stupid. "Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't we?"
"I was just checking." I scoff.
I go to our room and grab the lube. My mind races with dirty thoughts.
The sound from the bathroom changes and Jisung switches it back to the shower instead of a bath. I sigh and slip my top off. He was already naked and in the shower, getting warmed up in the water. I strip my clothes off and join him, setting the lube next to my body wash.
"Let's get clean first, and then we can do stuff because I'm not showering in cold water." Jisung says while grabbing his shampoo.
I nod. We quickly get all cleaned up and he turns to me. I smile and slip my hands around his waist while he reaches behind me, turning the water hotter.
-10:03 PM-
"Baba?" Bora says from the doorway of our room.
Jisung sits up slowly, his hair messy and his neck marked with a hickey. I'm gonna get yelled at for it, but it was worth it.
"What?" He asks.
"Baba, can I sleep in your bed? I had a bad dream."
Jisung sighs. "Was it a dream?"
She nods.
"Then was it real?"
She shakes her head.
"There's nothing to be scared of. Go back to your bed, and if you have another bad dream, you can sleep with me and Daddy." He compromises.
She nods.
"And if you keep your closet light on, it kills monsters."
She nods again. "Okay, Baba."
I hug Jisung's waist as he lays back down. I kiss his neck softly. Bora leaves, closing the door.
"Jesus Christ, Babe. Sex doesn't have to be so intense." He sighs, holding his waist tightly.
"Did I hurt you that bad?" I mumble.
He nods. "I think you bruised my insides." He pouts. "Like it's not normal hurt."
I pout back. "I'm sorry, Honey." I kiss his lips.
He turns away from me and presses his back to me. "You have to spoon me now." He mumbles.
I slip my arm around his waist, resting my hand in his and letting him use my bicep as a pillow. He pulls the covers up and covers his body, shivering. I kiss the back of his neck.
"I love you." I mumble.
"I love you more." He closes his eyes.
