mimi

taeyhun almost feels bad, looking down at you as you try to muffle sobs of pleasure with your palm as he rams into you from behind. "how'd you do it?" he hisses, bruising grip latched onto the plush of your hips. you've got a grip on the desk, but your legs begin to shake from the force and you know the end is coming near.

"d-dunno what—fuck—" you whine when he jams his cock into your warm cunt with vigor that has you lurching ageainst the desk, gripping the edges so tight your knuckles are beginning to burn white. "—dunno what you're t-talkin' about," you manage to gasp out in the short moment of recuperation taehyun gives you before dragging his hips back and shoving his length back in just as deep.

"fuckin' liar," the faux, brown haired boy grunts from behind. a strangled moan escapes your throat as he continues to drill into you, and you press your cheek against the cool wood of the desk in fruitless hopes that it will keep you sane for just a moment longer.

"t-taehy—"

"save it," he growls, and the way his voice is so gravely, so deeply animalistic has you unconsciously thrusting your ass backwards too to meet his forceful thrusts. "can't even gim'me a—" his breath hitches when he feels your sopping cunt tighten around his length. "—a straight fucking answer." blood rushes through his head as he says the words, veins coursing with some mix of anger and adrenaline.

you try to shake your head but with the way your body is throttling after ever snap of his cock into your cunt, the task proves extremely difficult. "feels so-oh good," you tell him in airy breaths. "c-can't—" you can't think, is what you want to say, but you're too fucked out to even be able to form coherent words, and the thought makes you grow dizzy with heat.

taehyun moans at the sight that follows—you looking up from him as you crane your neck to face him, back arched into the hottest fuckin' view he's ever had the pleasure of seeing, tears streaming down your pretty face, staining your cute cheeks, dripping off your swollen lips and—fuck, he might as well bust it on the spot if he wasn't so damn furious.

"feels too good, huh?" taehyun scoffs. "too good to tell me how you outscored me?"

"i-i—" you choke out when he rams into you so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears. "—told you i dunno. it's j-just i did better," you choose to add, not realizing that those five words were probably the last things you should have said.

taehyun pulls out of you in an instant.

it happens so fast that you swear you can still sense the lingering feeling of his fat cock inside of you, all pretty curves and veins carving their shape into your hot, gummy walls.

and then it hits you.

you're painfully empty.

"sh-shit!" you whimper, scrambling against the desk with jelly legs and sore hips as you mindlessly try to do anything that'll fill you up. it nearly angers you how quickly you resort to begging. "no, no, no, no—please, no! why'd you stop?!" you cry out, turning to face him him completely now. your ass now presses into the side of the table with taehyun looming over you in front, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

your eyebrows curve into a frown, puffy bottom lip jutted out in a pout as taehyun watches you intensely as you mewl softly, pushing yourself to sit on your desk and spread you legs for him. "taehyun, i—”

"so now you wanna talk?" he scoffs, surprising you by grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer to the end of the desk so that your dripping cunt are positions right in front of his shining cock. "tell me," he mutters, sliding the thick tip between your pulsing folds but not giving you what you want the most.

"please, taehyun, please," you repeat, writhing against his hold in a dreadful attempt at slipping his cock into you.

"you gotta tell me, pretty," taehyun whispers, nudging his length against your throbbing clit so that you jerk slightly at the stimulation.

"already told you," you huff out, having half the mind to roll your eyes at him, but something tells you you know better. "dunno—guess i just—"

you shriek loudly when he sinks into you at once, balls pressed against your ass as he leans over you and pins you to the desk. "say it," taehyun dares, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as you close your eyes and revel in the feeling of him so deep inside of you. "say it and you won't walk for a week."

now is seungkwan's time to step back and reflect on anything and everything he's said in the past few minutes, eventually making the decision to walk over to you and place a hand on your shoulder, hoping it'll help ground you, help calm you down. and much to his tentative relief, it works, and you're able to start muttering words about how you're too tired to talk about this anymore, sinking into seungkwan's arm further.

he feels his soul nearly crush at the sight, pushing any anger towards this situation to the back of his mind before he's pulling you along with him to the bedroom. "sleep," he'd instruct, opening the covers for you, and when you look at him with puffy cheeks and glossy eyes, he sighs heavily, "we'll fix things in the morning, i promise." as you both slip under the covers, you drift off to sleep with the welcoming thought that you know seungkwan always lives up to his promises.

vernon

vernon in a serious argument is reserved. it almost pisses you off how he's just ... taking everything in. you'd be talking endlessly about your feelings and trying to discuss the issue and he wouldn't even look at you, having his eyes trained on the ground intently. after what feels like ages of you just pretty much talking to yourself, you sigh in defeat, crossing your arms over each other as you blink furiously, trying not to cry. "can you at least pretend you care?" you spit out without thinking, and you regret it for a moment but then no, you don't, not if it has vernon looking up at you, seemingly more reactive to your words right now than in the past ten minutes.

"i—i'm sorry, i'm—i'm thinking," he'd stutter a bit before looking you in the eyes properly, "i care, you know i do, i just—this is a lot." you want to cry even more now, not because you think he's lying but because you know he's telling the truth—it's glaringly obvious to you now that this issue is, in fact, quite a lot and you know vernon likes to take things slowly. you're honestly a little desperate to get this whole situation resolved right now, but you're tired and vernon is tired and you don't know how you're going to make it work. vernon notices this doubt on your face, stepping forward to take your hand. "i'm so sorry," he'd murmur again when you struggle to meet his eyes, "i just—it's late, and i'm trying to think about everything and it's not making sense right now and i think we need to talk about this later."

you want to frown and protest, say that no! we need to talk about this now! but you know vernon's right and that if you keep this up you'll keep going in circles. you'd let out a short hum of approval before letting vernon pull you by the hand to the bedroom. he notices your hesitation to get into bed next to him, but he gives you a look which is filled with so much sincerity that any thoughts you have of sleeping on the couch are withering away.

chan

you're grateful for chan's usual steadiness in arguments, but there's always moments where things naturally get ... out of hand. you aren’t sure when this argument escalates from just going back and forth to pretty much yelling at each other from across the room but it happens and you’re not thinking straight—not seeing straight, definitely not through the tears in your eyes.

chan's glossy eyed too, and this whole situation is less about you two being stubborn and more about you both trying to communicate your emotions in it’s full capacity. normally that would be good—you and chan are heavy on being honest about your emotions but when both of you are thinking and feeling so many things, it’s hard to comprehend, let along discuss how you’re feeling.

it’s only after you go on a long, long tangent about something when chan doesn’t reply, kind of just staring at the floor with a clouded expression. you can't tell what he's thinking, and for a moment, you feel a nasty feeling ball up in your throat.

he's trying to formulate a response in his head, and all the thoughts are cloudy. all chan can think about his how he painfully wants this issue to be resolve, but he fights back the thought that you guys can’t do that right now—not when you’re both so foggy minded.

“i’m sorry,” you’d finally whisper, looking down at the ground as well, not finding it in you face chan with an air of defeat clouding you.

“i don’t think we can talk about this right now,” chan says in response with a heavy sigh. “let’s just—“ he takes a shaky breath to run a hand down his face to wipe away some stray tears, “—let’s talk about this in the morning.”

you’d follow him to the bedroom and the thought of sleeping in the living room crosses your mind, but when you see chan crash down into the mattress, obviously exhausted, you just *know* your heart won’t let you do that. instead, you crawl into the bed next to him, and while you have a feeling a bit of distance would be good, you can’t help but curl up by chan’s side tentatively, sinking further into the sheets when he grips you closer without a word.

giving you a moment to respond, the silence gives you both a moment to let your emotions to sink in properly. after a few minutes of silence, both of calming down your breathing and tears, seungcheol will talk again. “baby i’m sorry.” you’re quiet for a moment before you take a deep breath.

“let’s talk about this in the morning,” you finally say, “i think we’ve both said enough tonight.” he nods in agreement as you turn on your heel to grab a blanket and pillow from your shared room, but he catches on quickly.

"baby no," he quickly remarks, grabbing the pillow from your arms. "what are you doing?"

"sleeping on the couch," you huff, trying to act more nonchalant than your heart allows. frustrated by his relentless grip, you tug your pillow harder. "let me go," you murmur, averting your gaze so you don't meet his pleading eyes.

"baby," he says quietly, trying to move closer. quickly, you shuffle away.

sighing, you reply, "let me go. i just want my space." seungcheol frowns.

"let me take the couch."

"no, let me go cheol."

"baby—"

"choi seungcheol, let me go now," you say so sternly that cheol almost jumps back. you soften upon catching the defeated look on his face. "your body doesn't even fit on the couch. let me ... let me take it for the night and we can talk in the morning, okay?" you say more softly this time, finally meeting his gaze.

"fine ..." he defeats, sulking off to the room as you turn away.

jeonghan

jeonghan would easily be one of calmest members in an argument, no matter how heated it seems to get. he's a bit goofy and playful at times, and will maybe press some of your buttons every now and then, but when he notices the cracks in your voice, the soft quiver in your lips, the glossing of your eyes, he learns to be very careful. careful of his words, he reactions, his actions, and mostly, he's careful with you.

he has you both at the dinner table, hands interlaced, and whenever you're talking and he notices you start talking faster, more angrily, more heated, he'll stroke a thumb over your knuckles. you're still a bit angry but how can you feel anything but endearment when he's doing everything in his power to understand you?

you really can't imagine any argument with jeonghan where you're both yelling and he says anything he regrets, just because he's be so perceptive and strict with himself about the course of your argument. sometimes though, he understands that some issues take more time to be resolved however if you even suggest the idea of you sleeping in a different room, he'll be very against it, insisting that wherever you're sleeping, he's sleeping.

joshua

arguments with joshua are, to say the least, rare. he's so good at that, you know? so good at catching your tears before they fall, so good at apologizing before a complaint even has the chance to escape your lips, so good at diffusing any situation before it gets out of hand—out of hand much like this one.

you always tell your girlfriends that shua knows you so well—that he knows you inside and out. it's in moments like these that you wonder if joshua knows just too well—and that when he's batting, he’ll be ready to strike where it hurts, throwing out words he wouldn’t imagine saying if he was in his right mind.

you aren't used to joshua like this—mean, sharp, and worst of all: cold. you’re not sure how to handle this, because as far as you know, the shua you know and love is not the same as the man frowning deeply in front of you know.

it's when he's spitting out something that you'd never in a million years think he'd ever say that you start go quiet, letting his words sink in to both of your minds. you're suddenly wiping away at your cheeks, furiously trying to get your tears to stop because you're mind is just so clouded and scrambled that you can hardly think.

"baby, i—" joshua's voice is softer the next time he speaks after realized just exactly what he's said, but you cut him off.

"i'm—" you start with a shaky breath, "—i'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight." joshua physically winces at your proposition but he also knows that he brought this upon himself, so he doesn't protest, rather collecting himself and using his time alone tonight to think about how to approach this situation the next morning. he doesn't say anything more, knowing that it'll only be poking the bear.