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“Luka…! Wait up!”
Hyuna’s voice cuts through the pulsing rhythm of the bar’s music, light and teasing. She grabs her husband’s hand, laughter bubbling as he spins her effortlessly, his other hand steadying a drink. The bar’s verdant lights catch the shimmer of her glittering eyeshadow and the glossy sheen of her lips, making her look ethereal in the neon glow.
Tonight was Luka’s idea. They didn’t usually dress up for date night. Most evenings, Hyuna preferred the comfort of staying in—cuddled up on the couch with Luka, a good movie playing, and takeout containers scattered between them. Luka was always just happy doing whatever his wife wanted.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he had approached her with a plan—a specific bar in mind and a reservation already set.
So, she slipped into her favorite black dress, paired it with the earrings Luka had given her for their eighth anniversary, and let him help her apply the glittery eyeshadow she could never quite master on her own.
“You’re beautiful,” Luka whispers softly against her cheek, his voice steady and sincere as he pulls her closer. Hyuna smiles when their faces touch, her fingers gently brushing against his knuckles. Their silver wedding bands glisten under the bar’s dim light.
“Only because you helped me put my eyeshadow on,” Hyuna teases with a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling. She fixes his glasses from being crooked.
Luka doesn’t smile. Instead, his gaze softens, his thumb tracing over her cheek. “No. Even without it, you’re beautiful,” He murmurs. He wasn’t teasing. His eyes were dead serious.
Hyuna’s laughter falters, her cheeks flushing. “Ah… you’re sappy tonight, aren’t you?!” She tries to lighten the mood, but her voice carries a note of shyness. “Come here!”
She wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss. Luka leans in without hesitation, his grip firm on her waist, drawing her flush against him. His touch is intense. It speaks one word.
Mine.
His fingers trail downward, finding the small opening of her dress. Warm fingertips brush against her skin, the sensation sending a shiver through her. He doesn’t rush, his movements deliberate, almost reverent, as though savoring every second of the closeness they share.
Luka leans in, burying his nose in the curve of her neck. The faint, lingering aroma of her body oil and lotion fills his senses, warm and inviting. For a moment, his lips brush against her skin, and the pull of his old oral fixation nearly takes over. He almost gives in, almost lets himself taste the softness of her neck, but he stops just short. Tempting himself for later.
He murmurs against her skin.
“You smell nice, too.”
“Are you just going to praise me for the entire night?”
“Isn’t that what date night is for…”
“No, silly.”
“Then it is now. I said so.”
“Eh… I can’t argue with you.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Okay. I’ll only agree if I get to do the same thing.”
“…”
“Pft—why are you pouting now?!”
“Because. Only husbands should compliment their wives.”
“And who made that rule up?”
“Me.”
“Since when were you the judge of these things?”
“Since now.”
“Okay, your highness. Your wish is my command.”
“I have another wish.”
“Mm? What is it?”
“I want another kiss.”
“Ohoh…”
Hyuna cups his face, pulling him in for another kiss. Her laughter bubbles up between their lips when Luka, consumed by the moment, backs her against the edge of a table. The faint scrape of wood against the floor barely registers over the pounding of her heart.
He doesn’t care who’s watching—or if anyone is at all. Luka’s focus is singular, his lips moving against hers with an intensity that sends heat coursing through her. His hands anchor her in place, and his kisses are unrelenting, hungry, as though he’s addicted to the taste of her and can’t bear to stop.
Thankfully, everyone else in the bar is too busy either dancing or making out with someone to care.
“Luka…” She giggles, her voice light and teasing.
A low groan escapes Luka as he buries his face against her neck. “Say my name again…” He murmurs, his breath hot against her skin.
“Luka,” She whispers, her tone softer this time, almost intimate. Her fingers drift upward, toying with a loose strand of his hair. It’s grown a little too long—he’ll need a haircut soon, she thinks with a fond smile. The thought only makes him more endearing to her. He was so precious. Everything she wanted.
Luka lets out a soft, needy whine, the sound pulling at something deep in her chest. The alcohol has loosened him, his body warm and pliant as he presses closer to her, as though she’s the only thing anchoring him.
“You want to go home?” She asks, tenderly cupping the back of his neck.
He nods, still nosing at her neck like a needy puppy who wanted a snack. Hyuna chuckles.
Luka clings to Hyuna in the car, his arms draped around her as if he can’t bear to let go. He peppers her cheek, jaw, and neck with soft kisses, his lips lingering just enough to make her smile. Hyuna lets him indulge, her heart warming at the familiar affection. His oral fixation was the most adorable quirk, a habit he could never seem to shake—not that she minded. He enjoyed it too much, and so did she.
Two, three. Four, five.
Each step up to their apartment is an adventure. Hyuna bursts into laughter as Luka stumbles, nearly tripping over his own feet. She can’t tell if he’s faking the clumsiness or if the drinks have truly caught up with him, but his antics are impossible to ignore. His unsteady grip on her waist as he tries to steady himself only adds to the chaos, and she’s left laughing all the way to the door.
“Careful…”
The moment they enter, Luka’s behavior changes. He closes and locks the door behind them then immediately pins her against it. He brings their lips together for the nth time that night, quietly whispering.
“Can we…”
Hyuna feels warmth flood her core almost instantly at the sound of his words, her heart pounding in response. Without a second thought, she tosses their apartment keys onto the small table by the door, the clink of metal fading into the background. Turning to him, she grabs his collar and pulls him into a deeper, more fervent kiss, her lips answering his unspoken need.
Luka sighs into her mouth, the sound low and satisfied, as his hands find the delicate straps of her dress. His fingers move with practiced ease, undoing the tiny fastenings as though it’s second nature. The straps fall loose, the dress slipping and falling off of her shoulders.
Clip. He removes her bra and tosses it by the couch. They’ll remember to pick it up tomorrow.
Still kissing her, he picks her up by the thighs and carries her to their bedroom. Her arms loop around his neck as she leans into him. The apartment is small, but it’s theirs.
The soft hum of the refrigerator fills the quiet space, mingling with the faint scent of lavender from the diffuser on the shelf. A pile of unopened mail sits on the counter beside a fruit bowl, where an overripe banana teeters dangerously close to the edge. The couch, a little worn but still inviting, is draped with a blanket they’d forgotten to fold after their last movie night.
Their shoes rest haphazardly by the door, a clear sign of their usual rush to get comfortable at home. On the wall, a photo collage of their memories with their friends hangs crooked, a reminder of how they’d laughed too hard while trying to hang it straight. The photo showed them on their wedding day, their friends all in the shot — Till, Ivan, Mizi, Sua, Dewey, Isaac.
Luka navigates the familiar path to their bedroom with ease. The bed is unmade, the soft duvet crumpled in a heap, and Hyuna’s favorite mug sits on the nightstand, still holding the dregs of this morning’s coffee.
Everything about the space speaks of them—imperfect, lived-in, and full of love.
Luka gently lays her down on the bed. As he climbs on top of her, he begins eagerly tugging at his suit jacket, his fingers fumbling with the stubborn buttons. A furrow forms on his brow as frustration starts to creep in, his lips parting in a soft, exasperated huff.
Hyuna watches him with amusement, her chest rising with quiet laughter. When he lets out a frustrated groan, she finally sits up, her hands reaching for his.
“Let me,” She says with a smile, her voice warm and teasing. Luka pouts slightly, but he lets her take over, his shoulders relaxing as her fingers deftly undo the buttons he’d been wrestling with.
When they’re off, Luka dives in with no restraint. He throws his suit jacket and shirt aside and goes right for her chest. His soft hands gently squeeze her breasts, his lips hovering over the small, swollen bud that perks up towards him. He looks into her eyes for a moment before his lips make contact.
She sighs at the warmth of his tongue, arching her back ever so slightly. He sucks on her breast like he was a starving man, eager to taste her after spending so long without it. Luka always loved starting with worship.
His kisses travel down to her stomach, soft and firm in all the right places. Gently kissing right below her navel, his hands moving to slowly tug her black panties down.
Hyuna has to steady herself when she sees the look on his face the moment he removes it. He visibly licks his lips, and he removes his glasses to get them out of the way.
Lowering himself down. He doesn’t break eye contact. Those golden irises were forever imprinted into her mind.
Hyuna holds her breath.
He pokes his tongue out, using his hands to gently spread her apart… and he sinks his tongue inside.
“Luka…!” Hyuna moans, her hand fisting the bedsheets. Feeling the way Luka’s tongue sunk deeply inside of her, searching for her sweet spot. Tasting her walls—he was so familiar with them already. He kisses, sucks and prods, eating her out with such fervor and gusto. His tongue explores her, enjoying the way she twitches and tenses around his mouth. Hyuna writhes on the bed, moaning her husband’s name with each second that passes.
Luka continues to devour his wife, holding her thighs apart and lapping up her juices. Using his free hand, he brings the tip of his middle finger up against her waiting entrance. And slowly, he sinks his finger in. He was always so careful, like he was playing an instrument and he wanted to get the notes right. Gently pumping his finger inside while he sucks on her warmth.
His tongue flicks by the nib that crowns her entrance, and he brings his attention there. Flicking his tongue again. Hyuna cries out loud enough that their neighbors definitely heard it. That moan goes straight between Luka’s legs.
Luka grunts quietly when he feels his pants get tighter. He didn’t even notice he was hard until his cock was visibly straining to free itself. He was always so focused on his wife, and normally Hyuna had to be the one to tell him to stop so he could take care of himself. Like right now.
“Lu… I’m ready. God, look how hard you are,” She laughs softly. “You didn’t even take your pants off.”
Luka sheepishly looks down at himself and swallows. He was so hard it hurt.
Hyuna sits up and reaches to hold his face, pecking his lips. He didn’t need to say anything for her to understand.
She unbuckles his pants and gently pushes them down. Helping them off, then his boxers. His cock springs out, rock hard and eager, red at the tip. Luka’s face is so flushed he could hardly look at her.
Meanwhile, Hyuna had no problem showing him how much she wanted him. He kneels on the bed and Hyuna moves so her lips were by his tip… and she takes him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, feeling herself get wetter just from the taste of his cock.
Poor Luka was so eager he nearly came in her mouth as soon as she put it in. Watching her like that felt so surreal, so… dream-like. He was careful not to buck his hips into her mouth, trying to be polite. But when Hyuna closes her mouth around him on purpose, Luka lets out a strained moan and he thrusts inside of her mouth, spurting his precum on her tongue. It makes her smile, amused by his eagerness.
She pulls away after a few moments, pumping his length then letting go. She lets him lay down this time. Placing a pillow behind his head so he was more comfortable.
Luka lies back for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he watches Hyuna move to get on top of him, his brows furrowed in pleasure. The dim light of their bedroom softens her silhouette, casting gentle shadows across her form. Every movement she makes feels deliberate, almost hypnotic—the way her hair shifts over her shoulders, the subtle curve of her body, the natural grace in her actions.
He’s dazed, caught in the spell of her presence. His mind is a blur, but one thought is crystal clear: she’s beautiful . Not just in the way she looks, but in the way she carries herself, the confidence mingling with tenderness. It’s intimate, unspoken, and for this moment, it feels like the entire world exists only for them.
Luka’s eyes trace the warm tones of her skin, a rich, sun-kissed tan that seems to glow even in the dim light. It’s a shade that reminds him of summer afternoons, of golden rays brushing against soft sand. Her skin is smooth and inviting, a canvas of warmth that contrasts beautifully with the delicate sheen of her body oil, catching the light in subtle highlights.
He marvels at the way her tan deepens along the curves of her shoulders and the line of her collarbone, each contour illuminated like a masterpiece brought to life.
He would give anything for her. Even his life.
“I love you, Luka…” She breaths out, reaching behind her to gently hold his cock and like it up with her entrance. Luka scrambles to answer, holding her waist and hissing at the feeling of her soft palm touching him.
“I love you too…”
The moment his tip slips inside, it’s like the world fades away. Luka groans, and the sound of his voice spurs Hyuna on so much that she embraces him. She hugs him tightly as she sinks down on him and bounces on his length, moaning into his neck. Luka’s lips hover just above her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. He doesn’t rush, taking his time to press a slow, deliberate kiss along the curve of her collarbone. His hands, strong yet gentle, move with purpose, mapping every inch of her as though memorizing her all over again. The softness of her skin against his fingertips sends a quiet thrill through him, grounding him in the intimacy of the moment.
He leans closer, his forehead brushing hers as his eyes search hers, unspoken words hanging in the air between them. There’s a tenderness in the way he holds her face, his thumb grazing her cheek, his touch so reverent it almost makes her heart ache. To him, she is everything—his world distilled into the warmth of her body, the way her lips curve into a small smile, and the sound of her breath mingling with his.
The air is filled by the quiet plaps of their skin as Hyuna rides her husband like it would be their last night spent together. Luka holds her close and doesn’t let go, gripping onto her body for dear life.
He’s groaning and whimpering by her shoulder, lips hanging open, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure overtakes him. Sweat trickles down her forehead and the curve of her breasts, and Luka, ever the freak for his wife, immediately goes to lap and lick at her skin. Moaning in the process as the taste of her gets him off even more. He loved watching her use his body for her own pleasure.
“Gonna cum soon, Luka…” She warns, throwing her head back a bit as her beautiful thick brows furrow, focusing on chasing her orgasm. Luka helplessly nods in response—he’s close too.
“Gh–hh, Hyu… mmm… Hyuna… Hyuna… Hyuna…” Luka whines. Hyuna grabs at his chin and forces him into a kiss, keeping him steady, holding him just as tightly as he was holding her. Faster. Faster.
“Hyuna—!”
Luka cums, flooding her insides with his warm seed, and Hyuna moans and bites down on her bottom lip as she squirts all over his lap. Soaking his groin in her essence.
She slows down after, breathing heavily. He pants into her chest. He grips her waist then pulls her down, so she’s laid on top of him. Slowly he lifts his hips to stir his length inside of her, smiling under the dim lights in pleasure.
“Stop…” She teases, hiding under the crook of his neck. They fall quiet for a moment. Listening to the sound of their heartbeats.
“Hyuna.” Luka whispers against her temple. “I love you.”
Hyuna hums, tracing circles into his chest.
“Say my name again.”
“Hyuna…”
“I love you too…”
The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside their window and the rhythmic beating of their hearts. Luka lies on his back, his arm draped over Hyuna’s waist as she rests her head on his chest. The faint scent of lavender from her body oil still lingers, mixing with the warmth of their shared space.
Hyuna continues to trace slow, lazy circles over his skin with her fingertip, her touch light and soothing. “You’re quiet,” She murmurs, her voice soft and drowsy.
Luka tilts his head to look at her, a small smile curving his lips. “Just… thinking,” He replies, his voice deep and low, the edges softened by the afterglow.
She props herself up slightly, her tan skin glowing in the soft light spilling through the curtains. “About what?”
He doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze drifting over her face, memorizing every curve and freckle as though he’s seeing her for the first time. “How lucky I am,” He finally says, his hand sliding up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “How peaceful this feels… being here, with you.”
Hyuna smiles, her lips curling into something so soft, so full of love, that it makes his chest ache. “Wow. You really are sappy tonight,” She teases, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“But you like it,” He counters, his arms tightening around her as he pulls her closer.
“Correction. I love it.”
She hums in agreement, resting her forehead against his.
In this moment, nothing else exists—no lights, no stage, no audience. Just them, wrapped in the kind of quiet peace that feels rare and infinite all at once.