니 생각에 잠 못 드는 Midnight...

You click into the kitchen, depositing your groceries on the counter with a sigh. You glance up at the clock on the wall, wondering what time your husband will be home. You miss him so much, it hurts. He should be home any minute from a business trip to Japan. It’s one of the longest he’s ever been on and you ache to hold him and snuggle into him in bed. Sleeping alone doesn’t come easily for you, not that you had managed to indulge in the luxury of sleep lately. You had completely immersed yourself in work, being out as much as possible, staying with your best friend 김치 and her husband Gen whenever you could.

God knows, your friend was sympathetic to your plight.

You sigh as you put the last few items away, closing the pantry doors and smiling, feeling fully satisfied with yourself.

You pause suddenly.

You listen carefully.

You can hear someone shuffling around in the other room.

"What in the world…?" you think to yourself as you make a move towards the bedroom.

"Oh shit--" comes your husband’s muffled voice. You hear him chuckle, clearly amused by something or the other.

You hear a loud thud followed by the sound of something breaking.  You burst through the bedroom door, eyes wide and panic-stricken.

"Oh, my God! Oppa--" You break off suddenly and just stare in disbelief at the scene before you.

성효 is on the floor, clearly having fallen over while trying unsuccessfully to catch the now-broken bedside lamp. The room is a complete mess! Books and clothes are thrown across the floor and all over the bed. You blink in shock, taking it all in. Your eyes fall on your husband and you kneel beside him at once, placing a hand on his shoulder slowly.

"O-oppa, are you--"

"Hey baby! ~" he slurs loudly, looking up at you, grinning comically. "Where’d you come from?!"

You simply blink at him.

And then it hits you: the strong smell of alcohol is overpowering, coming off him in waves.

‘Holy shit! He’s drunk! MY husband is seriously drunk!’ You think, shaking your head at him silently. 성효 attempts to get up. He manages to pull himself up onto the edge of the bed instead, laughing hysterically. You watch him, clearly amused. You’re completely stunned.

성효 is not the type to get drunk very easily. He loves to be in control of all situations; his dominant and demanding nature ensures this. He’s usually calm and composed, no matter what situation he finds himself in, although you must admit it doesn’t take much for him to lose his temper. Your husband is a very particular man. He likes things to be a certain way and when they are not so, he gets rather annoyed – with everything. It unnerves you slightly. He likes everything to be neat and tidy – verging on perfect at all times. This mess that he seems to have created makes you feel uneasy. It’s not like him at all. You have never seen 성효 this drunk before and now you know why. From experience, you know it usually takes A LOT of alcohol to get your husband to this stage. You watch him roll around on the bed and smile to yourself, wondering how it came to this. The lower half of his body is hanging off the end of the bed. You fold your arms over your chest and sigh. He rolls over on to his stomach, grabbing a pillow and tucking his hands under it as he burrows his face into it.

"Baby, I missed you~" he mumbles into it.

"What?"

"I said," he groans, rolling over and bouncing slightly on the bed, "I missed you, Jagiya!~"

You’re not exactly sure what to say so you just stand there, watching him in disbelief. God, wait ‘til you tell 김 about this one! He rolls over onto his back, shoving the pillow under his head so he can stare at you.

You flush, rubbing your arms awkwardly. "W-what?"

He stares at you for a while, eyes raking your form, biting his lip as he does so. You stare back. You swallow, hard. God, your husband is so perfect. His deep cat-like eyes, his strong square-set jaw, his broad shoulders… His hard, firm body complete with a hard chiselled abdomen and sharp V-lines that are always visible when he walks around the apartment, shirtless. It was like God himself handcrafted this man out of pure perfection. And, of all the people that walk this earth, he chose you. He said he would love you with every fibre of his being until he takes his last breath. He promised you all of this the day you both took your vows and every day since then – although not always in the ways you had hoped he would. Nevertheless, he loves you – only you.

"Come here, my baby." He finally says, softly.

You hesitate, unsure. "W-why?"

"Just come here will you? I haven’t held my beautiful wife in so long…"

Your heart softens a little and you move forward towards him. Apparently not fast 

enough for성효’s liking though. He gets up and grabs you, dragging you down on to the bed with him, kissing the top of your head softly, all in one swift and fluid movement.

You squeal, falling atop him, hands braced against his chest. He sighs deeply, sounding satisfied.

"You know baby," he says airily, straining to look down at you, "I fucking missed you so much!" He kisses your forehead softly. "Bloody work! I work too much don’t I, Jagiya?"

You offer no reply except a resigned sigh, unsure of where he is going with this. 성효is usually such a workaholic, so hearing him speak like this is very out of character. Kim always said that the one thing 성효loved more than himself,（except you of course）, was his work. You’re sure to be careful about what you say to him right now, unsure of what effect your words will have on him in this state.

"I think I’ll take the rest of the week off~"

"What! Oppa, you can’t do that! Who will--"

"God, I really want ice-cream!~" he says emphatically, ignoring you completely, "Do we have ice-cream, jagi?"

You roll your eyes silently, getting up. You aren’t sure what’s happened to your husband but you’re extremely tired and just as confused.

"I’ll go get you some," you say with a sigh. As you get up off the bed, 성효grabs you by the waist, throwing you down onto the bed next to him roughly. He hovers above you, eyes dark and hungry in the dim light of the bedroom.

"O-oppa, w-wae irae…" you stutter, eyes wide with shock.

He grins down at you devilishly, leaning down. "wae, wae irae?"

You gasp as his lips brush against your neck gently, tongue tracing wet patterns against your skin. You whimper a little, still half-heartedly trying to get up.

"O-oppa," you breathe, closing your eyes, letting yourself indulge in your husband’s sudden need for you, "Let me… just--"

"No--" He says forcefully, grabbing you by the wrists and pinning them firmly above your head. "Fuck the ice-cream," he says huskily, lips brushing against yours, "I’m craving something else, baby."

You don’t have time to react as 성효 stands suddenly, hovering above you on the bed, grabbing at your shirt and pulling it off you roughly. You struggle to disentangle yourself and keep up with him. He tugs at your jeans next, impatiently yanking them off your body as fast as he can manage, before removing his own shirt. Your hands automatically reach for him, fingers tracing the outline of his abs and brushing against his snail-trail. 성효 let’s out a guttural groan, grinning down at you, his eyes dark. You can’t help but smile up at him, feeling an odd sense of excitement.

"You’re so fucking perfect…"

His hands snake around your waist, as he captures your lips with his. You moan, locking your arms around his neck as성효’s tongue slips in to dominate yours. The kiss is hot and passionate; leaving you lightheaded, as his tongue continues to hypnotically coax yours in a temptingly inviting way.

"성효oppa," you whisper unthinkingly against his lips. This seems to please him. He pulls away, smirking down at you before grabbing your thigh and pulling it up around his waist, securing you there beneath him. You let out a soft cry as you fall back against the bed. He leans in to kiss you once again, murmuring your name against your skin and groaning as your fingers tug away at the top of his jeans impatiently.

"Someone’s a little too eager for Oppa today aren’t they, baby?" he says, propped up on one arm beside you. He reaches up and traces the outline of your lips with one finger. "I have never known anyone to be so close to perfection, baby." He whispers huskily as his lips replace his fingers. 

You cup his jaw and kiss back eagerly, as his fingers trace patterns as they travel down your side. He smiles into the kiss as he hooks his fingers into the thin material of your underwear at your hip. You let out a soft moan as he slowly pulls the thin lacy material down, fingers tracing patterns along your skin as he does so. He discards your underwear somewhere in the room as he suckles softly on your neck and collarbones, pulling it off your body slowly, savouring every moment and the reactions he is eliciting from you. His lips trail south and you can’t help but let out a guttural groan, entangling your fingers in his hair as he nips and suckles his way to your breasts. You whimper his name, closing your eyes and curving your body up towards him automatically when you feel his tongue flicker out against your left nipple and trace wet circles around your areola. You clutch onto him tightly, refusing to letting him wander too far away from you as he continues to suckle and tease you until you’re dizzy with need for him. You moan in protest at once when his mouth leaves your chest to leave a trail of kisses along your abdomen. He smiles against your skin, kissing you gently as you shiver at his touch.

"Shit baby," he groans, breathing in your scent. "You want me, don’t you?"

You moan in response, too aroused to give him an eloquent response.

"Say it, my baby," he breathes, kisses trailing along your hip bones, hands slipping up between your legs and spreading them. "Tell me oppa how much you want him, jagiya."

You moan as성효’s fingers teasingly trace patterns along your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. He ducks his head down to take your right breast in his mouth, lips and tongue working in unison to tease your sensitive flesh. You gasp, body slicked with sweat as you claw at his body pleadingly.

"How can oppa give you what you want baby," he whispers, still relentlessly teasing you, "If you don’t tell him exactly what you want?"

You whimper, unable to control yourself any longer.

"O-oppa-- F-fuck me! Please baby… I need you inside me. Now." You pant, grabbing him and capturing his lips in a forceful kiss. You hiss, rearing up and throwing your head back against the bed when성효’s fingers brush against your wet opening.

"Wow baby," he mutters huskily, "So wet for oppa already?" He grins down at you devilishly, eyes glinting with lust, before grabbing you suddenly and positioning himself between your legs.

He holds your legs apart firmly, smirking up at you before ducking down and swirling his tongue around your clitoris. You cry out, entangling your fingers in his hair, bucking your hips against him as he settles into sucking on it forcefully before sliding his index finger into you. You gasp, body shuddering with pleasure, murmuring incoherent things as성효 continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, groaning in satisfaction at the reactions he is eliciting as his lips suckle on your sensitive bud.

"Mmm fuck yes, baby," he groans into your heat, his breath washing over your wet flesh hot and quick as you writhe beneath him, struggling to keep yourself together. 

"You like that don’t you, Kitten? Does it feel good baby? Do you like it when oppa plays with your tight little pussy like this?"

You groan, grinding your hips against him, pressing your body to his as hard as you can, willing him to give you more.

"You taste so fucking good baby…" he grunts emphatically.

성효 simply grins up at you, watching you come undone at his will, undoing his belt slowly. You watch him eagerly, wetting your lips and panting hard. He chuckles, moving up to kiss you gently. "You’re so fucking cute, babe." he laughs, freeing himself and taking his hard member in his hands, stroking it a little. You swallow hard, pressing your lips together and reaching forward for it at once.

"Oppa," you pant, grinning suggestively at him, "Let me help you with that…"

성효 hisses, cursing as you take his cock in your trembling hands, suddenly unsure about what you’re going to do to please him but not showing your hesitance. 성효 throws his head back, murmuring your name as you stroke his smooth, hard member. You are both on your knees on the bed but he still towers over you.

"Oppa," you moan, "Am I pleasing you?" 성효rarely gives you the chance to be in control when you make love so you savour the opportunity. You give him a cheeky grin, watching him avidly, enjoying the sense of control you have over him right now.

"Fuck yes babe," he groans, taking your hand in his, "A little harder baby. Just like this…" He kisses you forcefully, moaning slightly as his hand guides yours in playing with his stiff member.

"Mmm oppa," your breath, suddenly hungry for him, "You’re so big and hard!"

His eyes flash impishly as he narrows them at you. "D’you think oppa’s big hard cock will fit in your tight wet pussy, baby?"

You moan, his words sending trills of pleasure coursing through your body. He grins devilishly at you again. "Should we test it out, baby?"

Without warning he pulls you to him. He’s resting on his knees as you straddle him. 

"Make oppa stretch out that tight cunt of yours, baby. Mount me."

You comply at once, body shaking with need and anticipation. You rear up, moaning when the head of his member rubs against your slick opening. 성효grips your waist gently, taking your right breast into his mouth and suckling greedily, guiding you as you lower yourself onto his throbbing member. You pant, groaning above him as he curses, your opening taking in the head of his member.

"Fuck yeah--" he grunts as your heat encases him, taking him in inch by glorious inch. 

"You’re so fucking tight baby! That’s it, take it all babe-- Just like that. Fuck yes, jagiya--" His sentence finishes in a low noise of pleasure as you finally manage to encase him fully, breathing heavily, whispering his name and kissing his neck softly.

"You’re becoming quite the nympho for oppa aren’t you, baby?" he whispers against your lips before capturing them in a kiss. "Ride me baby. Make me come, jagi."

Eager to please him – and satisfy your insatiable hunger for your husband – you start to move your hips, grinding against him, his length firmly planted within your core. You are unsure of what you’re doing or if you are doing it right, but you are too aroused to care. Your husband certainly seems to approve, the reactions you’re eliciting from him seemingly confirming this. You fall into a steady pattern soon enough, feeling his member rubbing against your walls as they spasm around his length. He is thrusting with you, muttering your name alongside curses and encouragements as you move atop him.

"O-oppa," you cry out, digging your nails into his shoulders and throwing your head back. "I can’t take it anymore… I’m gonna- I’m gonna--"

Your orgasm racks your body violently, your muscles clenching around 성효’s length as he buries himself into your core, filling you up completely.

"Fuck yeah baby," he grunts, thrusting forcefully as you spasm around him, "That’s it. Come for oppa."

You whimper his name, body still shuddering with pleasure and slick with sweat as he pulls you against him. "I love you, baby" he whispers, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You feel him release into just seconds later.

When you both break away, hot and sweaty and breathless, you cup his face and smile at him.

"I love you too, oppa."