I wholly blame Cheritz and their amazing Valentine's DLC for this sinful fic. If people like this, I may continue it, but for now it's a oneshot. Enjoy the chocolate, folks.

This was bad.

Not bad as in "get-the-fuck-off-of-me-weirdo", but bad as in "I'm-gonna-freak out-because-707-is-really-fucking-hot-and-this-is-so-OOC???".

Dark chocolate was right. When she had told Jumin she wanted Saeyoung to be rougher with her, she was mostly joking (mostly) because she wanted to see the look on Jumin's face. And his face was priceless. Not to mention, too, how bothered Yoosung seemed when she told him some dating "advice" concerning what partners want in a relationship (she still felt kinda bad about that, but he would learn). How the heck did she forget that Saeyoung was probably listening the entire time? She knew her boyfriend, so that should've been obvious.

Well. At least she thought she knew her boyfriend.

But by the recent turn of events, it seemed she had barely scratched the surface. Because the man holding her right now, his fingers deftly pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress, was a whole other part of Saeyoung. A part, she had to admit, she was really starting to like.

Yes, he'd always been a sweetheart. She loved the way he'd kiss her nose or how he'd absentmindedly twirl strands of her hair, or even the not-so-subtle way he would always want to be touching when they were together. All of those little things, along with a bunch of stupid puns and silly antics, made up their relationship. And don't get her wrong, she adored it. But Saeyoung rarely moved past anything more intimate than a make-out session. Frequently, a little kiss would turn into a passionate frenzy of lip-biting and tongues and suggestive touches. But nothing more. That had to be weird. They'd been dating for almost six months, and they'd never done it. As soon as they'd start to get into it, Saeyoung would slowly pull away, opting to just hold her and cuddle as they calmed down. She lived for those moments, really, but there were times when she wanted more. The sexual tension was almost unbearable on certain days, and she could even catch a glimpse of it in his eyes when she was looking hard enough. They told her he wanted more, too, so why didn't he act on it? Why didn't he give in to what they both wanted? She tried to reason through it. Was she unattractive? That possibility was ruled out immediately. Saeyoung loved her dearly, and she knew for a fact (as he'd told her a billion times, and counting) that he thought she was beautiful. Was it his religion? She almost laughed. Saeyoung could be a saint (I mean, he literally dressed up as one) but he wasn't that innocent, as those intense make-out sessions clearly illustrated. Was he embarrassed? Well, this applied to almost every relationship. But something told her he wasn't exactly shy around her. Maybe it was how he would shamelessly be wearing nothing but boxers when he ate cereal in the morning, or how often he wasn't wearing a shirt when they played video games. No, he wasn't afraid to show off. And why wouldn't he be, with a body like that? And a face like that? And a bu- But she was getting ahead of herself. So no, she didn't know why they couldn't get any farther. She didn't know how to ask him, either. What do you say when you confront your boyfriend about sexually advancing their relationship? "Hey babe, so do you think we could like do the do because I think you're hot and I really like you and I just think that we've been putting off banging for a long time so do you wanna get it on please I'm dying here-"

No, that wouldn't work.

So she was stumped, and had decided to put it on the back burner for the time being. By the time Valentines Day rolled around, she had completely forgotten about the whole situation, just excited to hang out with Saeyoung and do the whole adorable coupley, lovey-dovey shtick. It was their first Valentines together (and her first Valentines where she was actually in a relationship and not playing video games huddled in a blanket by herself) and she was determined to make it a blast. The plan was as follows: First, she'd wake up and they'd make chocolate chip pancakes together, probably making a mess because neither of them knew how to cook (Mary Vanderwood said she refused to be around the two during the holiday). They'd reluctantly get dressed and go out into town, grab takeout and hold hands, and head home. From then on, they'd play video games until 8:30, eat pizza and cuddle. After, they'd watch some movies (preferably a stupid cheesy chick-flick they could laught at) and eat Honey Buddha Chips and kiss a lot and fall asleep in each other's arms under a fuzzy blanket. That's what couples did on Valentines Day, right?

Little did she know, Saeyoung had made his own plans, and her perfectly coordinated day had all gone to shit as soon as he decided to have her play his little game.

But she wasn't angry. In fact, it was a lot of fun, and she figured there would be a lot of time afterward to play games and cuddle. She was happy.

Oh boy, was she happy.

She quietly thanked whatever lord above that had blessed her with this splendid man that was her boyfriend.

"Saeyoung," she whispered, and cringed at the sound of her own voice. She sounded like a desperate anime schoolgirl.

Saeyoung seemed to pick up on this, and she expected him to make fun of her and reveal this to be yet another one of his frustrating pranks. But he was just full of surprises tonight.

He hummed into her skin, placing a small kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder- a spot he knew all too well to be one of the most sensitive. In reply, she inhaled sharply, fingers grasping at the back of his blouse. Her eyes squeezed shut as he kissed his way up her neck, his movements rougher as he went. When he lightly bit her ear, she almost melted, pressing against his chest with a strangled gasp.

She could feel his smirk on her cheek as his fingers slid up and down her waist. She really wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, but on the other hand, she was really enjoying him being in control. Probably too much, actually. As his hands gripped her hips, she questioned her sanity (and his). How long had he been keeping this in? He was touching her in ways she didn't even think he knew. She hadn't pegged Saeyoung as completely naive, of course, but she had never in a million years considered that he would be this rough.

Not that she was complaining.

She heard the tin box clatter to the floor, and she was reminded of the reason this even began. It sank in: she was about to get laid because of a box of chocolates.

Sweet.

No pun intended.

...Okay, pun intended.

She was snapped back to the present when Saeyoung dragged his teeth to her collarbone, gently biting her skin. She would have hickeys in the morning, and she couldn't have been happier. His hands had somehow wandered from her waist to just below the swell of her chest. As they travelled farther upwards, her pulse quickened. Her mouth suddenly dry, she licked her lips. But Saeyoung caught this small motion.

He suddenly leaned towards her, closing the gap between them as their lips locked in a furious battle. When Saeyoung kissed, he meant it. Whether that consisted of tenderness or passion, it was always with purpose, never a meaningless gesture.

This was no different.

Finally, finally, he was kissing her the way she had wanted for so long. Now, there was nothing holding him back.

Or so she thought.

When he pulled back abruptly and turned around, she almost hit him. How dare he stop now, when their sexual tension was the highest it had ever been? Just as she was about to question him, he stood up with the box of chocolates in hand.

It was then that she noticed how he looked.

She was certainly not the only one affected by their embrace. The color of his cheeks rivaled that of his hair, the latter tousled from being tugged at by her fingers. At some point she had unbuttoned his blouse, because it was half-open at the front, giving her a frustratingly teasing glimpse of his bare chest. His lips were red and swollen from kisses, and his pupils were dilated and darker than usual. Suffice to say, it was a look she could definitely get used to.

As she drank him in, his eyes raked her figure, and she almost felt the burn of his gaze on her body. But far more urgent was the quickly consuming need to be close to him again. She made sure to catch his stare and bit her lip, bringing her hand up to rub at the hickeys he'd left on her neck. It seemed to have worked, because the next thing she knew her feet had left the ground and she was being carried off to their bedroom. Kicking the door shut, Saeyoung set her down gently on the bed, eyes glinting in the dim light. The chocolates rested next to her head.

"Saeyoung-"

"I thought we should at least have some of the chocolates I got you before we continue."

Needless to say, she almost lost it right there. His voice was undoubtedly the sexiest thing she'd ever heard in her life, low and husky, far different from his usual speech. She could listen to it for hours (and she had a sneaking suspicion she would, too). And that one word: "continue." They would "continue". It was finally happening, and she didn't have to engage in any awkward confrontation at all. She almost squeaked with glee, if it weren't for the immense urge threatening to consume her being.

Chocolates were the last thing on her mind.