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𖥔 ݁⋆ his mouth is everywhere.

that man cannot keep his damn tongue in his mouth. now that you’ve experienced just how.. orally skilled he is, you can’t help but notice how often he needs his mouth to be occupied.

biting on random objects or his members, trying to fit props in his mouth during photoshoots, sticking his damn tongue out on stage..? it’s been in front of you this whole time, you’re shocked you hadn’t noticed sooner. and you best believe he puts it to good use on you.

most times it’s just out of curiosity and entertainment, like when he’ll nip at your neck when exposed or swipe his tongue on your lips during a kiss to see your reaction. however, he finds it to be such a turn on during sex.

his mouth is allll over you when you ride him. biting on the curve of your neck or kissing your collarbone, always bound to leave some marks. his lips will trail down your body to cover any part he can reach, even making eye contact when possible. the needy, glazed over look in his eyes as his tongue licks over your tits is forever burned into your memory.

and he’s 100% the type to “accidentally” overstimulate you because he doesn’t wanna pull away from you. he’ll hook his arms under your thighs, pulling you back closer to his mouth while whining about how he’s “not done with you yet” and hold you in place, licking you through another orgasm.

and if he gets you to squirt? it’s game over. the first time it happened, he sunk his fingers back in and pressed his tongue flat against your clit, voice muffled as he begged you to do it again. watching you gush is something he’ll never grow tired of, it’s like he gets some sort of ego boot from seeing how good he makes you feel. he’ll kiss your clit after each orgasm as an apology of sorts, only to dive back in and wring you dry all over again.

he’s such a messy eater, too. spit and slick drenching the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the bed beneath you. his tongue will dart out in a sloppy attempt to clean you up which only ends in him losing himself in you even more. the loud squelch your cunt makes when he makes contact would be embarrassing if you weren’t blissed out of your mind already.

𖥔 ݁⋆ loves to mark you up

you’re almost certain no one is buying any of your “curling iron” or “mosquito bite” excuses anymore because your boyfriend looks all too smug when you try to play them off. he enjoys the cute, embarrassed expression you wear when a patch of purple blooms on the skin of your neck, desperate to keep people from inquiring about your sex life.

your boyfriend just gets a little.. carried away during your makeout sessions. because your perfume smells too good and your skin is just so warm, how could he not have a little fun with you? he soothes over each hickey with a swipe of his tongue and a small kiss before moving onto another one of your pulse points. his favorite sight is when he finally pulls away to see you all flushed and out of breath, absolutely covered in his spit-streaked kisses.

just the thought of his teeth sinking into your skin sends a shiver down your spine and a needy wet patch in your panties. and taesan swears he tries not to bite down so hard but it’s impossible when you feel so good. he needs to keep his mouth busy at all times as to not end up cumming too fast and littering lovebites onto your skin is just the perfect solution!

he leaves so many bruises and marks all over your bottom half when he eats you out. bite marks on your ass, hickies sucked into your thighs, bruises on the fat of your hips..you’re convinced he gets off on it more than you do with how often he begs to taste you. and while he’s not the biggest fan of you wear revealing clothing if he’s not out with you, a thrill runs down his spine and right to his dick when one of his marks is peaking out from under your skirt. knowing other people will see traces of him on your thighs? he’s all for it.

the apartment is eerily quiet when leehan comes home, which is weird considering you almost always have a show or some music in the background. he shuffles around trying not to make much noise when he realizes the bedroom door is slightly ajar.

a smirk forms on his face once his eyes focus in the darkness of your bedroom. it’s a beautiful sight, he thinks, to see you bathed in the blue light of the evening, on your side with your leg hiked up as you’re latched onto his pillow. and of course, peaking under his shirt you’re wearing are those tiny sleep shorts. it’s all too perfect to pass up and he could already feel his pants tightening. the mattress dips as he kneels beside you, needy hands gravitating towards your thighs. gentle as always, leehan pushes your leg up as his other hand slides your shorts off, he can’t disrupt your rem cycle now can he?

there’s a low string of curses he lets out under his breath when you whine from the disruption, practically grinding further into his touch. he’s always loved how fast you get wet for him, it takes only the rubbing of his thumb to create a wet patch in your panties. but the throbbing in his dick is all too much as he wastes no time slipping your underwear off and spreading your slick around your folds. he can’t help but stare at how pretty you look, soaked for him as he tugs down his pants to free his already hard cock. the furrow in your brow slightly deepens as his tip pushes inside and leehan adores it. he loves watching your expressions whenever you have sex, especially now that you’re so blissfully unaware of what you’re doing to him…or more so what he’s doing to you.

the warmth of your cunt beckons him to sink in deeper with a low groan, and your warm walls only make it easier for him to do so. you whine as you stir awake, cunt involuntarily squeezing around him. “fuck- always so tight for me, huh baby?” it’s mumbled low and almost possessive as he tucks your hair away from your face. he relishes in the way your face crumples as you wake up, watching it melt into something needier.

“mmh- hannie..?” your voice is hoarse from sleep yet so needy from his advances. “it’s just me baby, ‘m sorry i woke you,” he mumbles, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. a quiet whimper escapes you as he rolls his hips, hitting deeper into your snug walls that fit him so perfectly. the slow drag of his length draws a breathy moan that’s muffled by the pillow beneath you. he pulls you closer, your ass now snug against his pelvis as his thrusts get faster. all the pleasure starts hitting once you gain more consciousness, back arching up and lazily matching each rock of his hips. “so deep—han don’t stop..” he leans in at that, his firm chest close enough to you back to feel his heartbeat. “gonna cum with me, pretty?” this position pushes him so much deeper, the way his tip almost grazes your cervix makes you dizzy with pleasure.

you nod eagerly, whining for him to let you cum as he smiles against your jaw, “go on.” two simple words that have you coming undone for him in seconds. each pulse of your sensitive cunt feels heavenly against his dick, bringing him to orgasm still inside of you and holding you so tight. your eyes begin to feel heavy again as the warmth of his release settles in your tummy and you know leehan will take proper care of you in the morning.

the continuous thumping that’s been looping for the past 45 minutes is starting to get to your head. riwoos been working on his laptop all night, leg bouncing under him out of stress. so why not be a good girlfriend and help him out..?

his concentration dwindles when he spots you kneeling by his feet, warm hands sliding up his thighs. “you’ve been so stressed recently, want me to help you, baby?” it’s not much of a question as you palm at his growing bulge through his pants. within seconds, his bottom half is bare and your hands are already on him. he shivers as a warm glob of your spit drips down his length, his laptop long forgotten on the table. you start slow, pressing kisses onto his thighs and up his tummy while your hand works his slick cock. he’s already squirming beneath you, glasses sliding off his face. “feels so good, so—haahh..” he knows it’s wrong to want to cum so soon but he just can’t help it! your hand is so warm and tight, he can’t focus on anything else.

“please- please y/n fuck!.. wanna cum, please..” his voice is broken and whiny as he begs for his release. he knows what happens if he cums without permission.. “mm, yeah? you’ve been so good for me, baby…” you hum around his length, tongue swirling around his leaking tip. your warm mouth vibrating against his dick sends a shiver up his spine that causes his head to sink into the couch cushion. his eyes squeeze shut and he whimpers a loud, broken cry into the pillow behind him. you tap on his thigh as you pull off of his cock with a pop, “eyes on me, riwoo. you know the rules.” your change of tone pushes him to comply since he knows the consequences behind your words. he maintains eye contact with you through teary eyes as he watches you jerk him off. “there we go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” the pure heat in your eyes swirls something in his chest. “you wanna cum for me now?” your pace quickens, an almost sadistic smile spreading across your face. “yes!— please, please- gonna cum, fuck!” you wrap your lips around only his tip, swallowing and licking each drop of his release.

you continue pumping his cock with slow, drawn out strokes as you stare up at him, feigning pity. “you’re so sensitive, honey…but you can take more, right?” each jerk of your hand has a high pitched ‘ah’ coming out of his mouth. “you’ll be good for me won’t you? and take everything i give you..” again, you’re not asking. riwoo has been at the mercy of your punishments before from misbehaving, but he’s too focused on his pleasure right now to test your patience. “ye- yes!” he nods his head frantically, so eager to please. “i’ll be good, soo good..” his voice comes out hoarse and pleading as his dick throbs from oversensitivity. little does he know he’s only minutes away from your unforgiving cunt that’s sure to milk him dry tonight.

sungho — you needed a date to your cousins wedding, and who else is a better candidate than sungho? he’s charming, respectful, and such a gentleman. not to mention painfully hot in a nice dress shirt…oh and your mom likes him so that’s a plus. it was supposed to be a one day thing, you actually wanted to leave early. but the bride herself insisted on another round of shots after the other and now the two of you are fogging up the windows in the backseat of his car.

from that night on, you just…coincidentally end up at his apartment more often. he gets addicted to you quick, your perfume lingers in his car for what seems like days and your voice plays on repeat in his head. you were such a breath of fresh air, so perfect in ways he didn’t know he needed. but he needs to remind himself, this is out of pure convenience, he can’t stay attached to you for this long.

your growing obsession with him isn’t exactly a secret to your friends either. they complain you’re now too busy fawning over him to go out, and drag you to a house party a mutual friend is hosting. as the night goes on, you find yourself in the kitchen, mixing a drink in solitary as your friends have gone with their own hookups, how ironic. you hope your night is about to turn up when a guy walks up beside you and makes conversation…until he starts insisting on hooking up, growing louder when you won’t even accept a date. he follows you out to the balcony where you were hoping to get a breather, trying to convince you that ‘he’s a nice guy’ and ‘it’s just one date.’ no means no, dude!!

you’re about to retreat to the bathroom as a last resort when a strong arm snakes itself around your waist, pulling you snug against a firm chest. just the smell of his cologne is enough to make you relax as his voice growls next to your ear. “you alright over here, pretty?” oh. now you understand why you’ve been so bored all night. “can’t have some guy bothering what’s mine.” the guy leaves, annoyed yet intimidated as sungho turns you in his hold to look you in the eye. “sorry, i saw how uncomfortable he was making you and just—” he looks away, curling into your neck as your perfume fills the air. “i couldn’t let you be with him.” you feel it in the way he holds you; possessive and needy, maybe even jealous. while he tries to look in control, the desperate and whiny tone in his voice betrays him, “i don’t want you with anyone else. you’re mine, you have to be mine, okay?”

riwoo — what started as a harmless joke of “i bet you’ve never made a girl cum in under a minute”, turned into you realizing every guy you’ve ever been with has been fucking you horrifically wrong. he’s perfect, whispers filthy praises in your ear as if he’s not a whining mess too. the whole experience fuels his ego far more than it should, leading him to start making up excuses just to prove your exes could never compare. and you’re loving it, maybe a little oblivious to the glint of possessiveness in his eyes, but never missing the desire that seeps through his skin.

after only a few weeks, you decide he comes over so often that giving him the spare key to your apartment would just be easier. the trust you have in him switches something in his head. riwoo decides to drop in a bit early one day. he can hear you’re on the phone and he really doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but your bedroom door is open and he can’t help but listen. “i dunno..i don’t think he’d feel the same…it’s only been a few weeks.” and he already knows what the conversation is about. he should be excited, relieved even that you could think of him as someone more than a fuck buddy. but his mind tells him otherwise.

because whatever..this is that you’re doing starts becoming all too real the next morning when he wakes up to music playing in the kitchen, walking in on you dancing around and greeting him with a smile. of course you’d remember how he likes his coffee. it’s so…domestic. he loves the idea waking up and coming home to you, giving you all he has just to see your face light up with your smile. he doubts his ability to maintain something so delicate. is it the commitment he’s afraid of? or the fear of not being enough for you..? he can’t tell but all he knows is you shouldn’t have to deal with someone who can’t make that decision.

you notice the shift. how your conversations shorten. his lack of communication. how you start waking up to an empty bed. the way he’s turning down hook ups which he’d normally be over the moon for. it all kills you because you’re convinced you were too much. too clingy, too talkative, too girlfriend. this always happens. you should be used to it but watching it happen with him hurts so much more. and that’s how you ended up staring at his contact, the last message you sent having a ‘read’ under it from almost 2 weeks ago. little do you know, he’s sitting on the other side of his screen mentally slapping himself for being such a coward.

jaehyun — you’re not really sure when or how this all started. one day you’re on the phone with jaehyun as he talks about the dance video he did with another idol, and the next you’re giggling like schoolgirls as you make out in his dressing room without ruining his hair and makeup. he giggles through kisses and holds you so tenderly in his hands it almost makes you forget this isn’t real.

you never hear him call you his in front of his members, you’ve yet to go on a ‘real date’ outside of his dorm or your apartment, and you’re always hiding. from fans, cameras, even other idols. so naturally, you try protecting your peace and his idol image, and let this phase fizzle out. but of course he notices, how could he not? only after a week of ghosting him, jaehyun is already at your apartment door with those puppy dog eyes and a dream. this is it, he thinks, he’ll man up and finally make you his. until he sees how your shoulders deflate and your eyes gloss over when you open the door, because this hurts you too. but you still let him in as it’s always been hard saying no to that face. without missing a beat, he asks what’s wrong, why you’ve pulled away.

you fidget with your fingers as you find your words, debating whether to tell the truth or not, “you’re just…so busy, jae.” you sigh, “it’d be selfish of me to force you into a relationship because i want more. but i can’t stay. im sorry, i just—” ‘i love you too much’ is what you want to say, but it gets stuck in your throat.

you peel your eyes off the ground to glance up at him and your heart sinks. because he’s laughing. you just poured your heart out to THE myung jaehyun. and he’s laughing at you. you knew this was stupid. what was the point in— “you…have no idea how long i’ve waited for you to say something,” he’s breathless at this point, breaking through your train of thought, “god- baby i’m so sorry” he pulls you into his arms, squeezing you tight against the warm broadness of his chest and kissing the crown of your head. “i didn’t want to rope you into all this idol drama.” you hear how earnest and guilty is is through his voice and all you can do is start laughing with him. “i wanted to keep you safe,” he tilts your jaw up, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, “and now, i have you all to myself again.” turns out having over 600 schedules in a year while being hopelessly in love can really scramble your brain.

taesan — he’ll never forget the devastated expression you had when you said your boyfriend broke up with you. his heart sank when he saw your face crumple as you hid in his chest, too embarrassed to cry in front of him like this. he never knew what you saw in that guy anyway. so on that day, taesan vowed to never be the source of your devastated tears. even if it meant setting his own feelings aside.

at first, whenever you slept together, you both insisted it was to help you get over your ex. nothing more. sometimes you’d come over to his dorm and one thing led to another after something stupid would remind you of him. one night, however, he pauses as he stares at the familiar pout on your lips. the one that meant you were thinking too much about the past. he’d normally kiss it off and make you forget all about it. but this time, taesan hesitates. a split second of realization that he wants so much more than to just be some temporary antidepressant. he wants to be your boyfriend that would never make you doubt his love for you. you’re about to question him when he snaps himself out of his own head, deeming his desire as greedy. shouldn’t he be happy you come to him at all? so he pushes his feelings down again, and kisses you. but the tenderness in the way he holds your face is gone, replaced with something akin to emptiness.

since then, there were a handful of times taesan was stressed from spending hours practicing and writing lyrics, reaching for his phone to text you. but he never did. sure, he dreamt of taking you in an empty studio room with soundproof walls and seeing just how loud you could get. maybe even keeping you under his desk as he worked on music. except he couldn’t justify using you like this. it wasn’t fair for him to want you so bad and be the only one wishing this was real. and yeah you’re doing the same thing, only reaching out to soothe the pain of your heartbreak. but you need his help..just not in the same way he needs your love.

he’s stuck in a weird limbo. feeling proud and useful because he’s the only one to bring you comfort after your ex tore you apart. and at the same time, guilt for wanting you in a way he knows you’re not ready for again so soon. and so. he waits. hoping you’ll have a moment of realization too and let him show you how much you’re truly worth.

leehan — the night that you shamefully confess to leehan that you’ve remained a virgin all throughout college, surviving off of just your fingers to get you off, is the same night you realize your best friend has been withholding the key to your happiness. you really should be more ashamed of yourself for practically gaining an addiction for your friends dick, but could anyone really blame you? he was just trying to be helpful the first time, he swears!! but then you both got a bit carried away.. he feels his heart skip a beat when you get that needy look in your eye, already feeling you slip under the blanket as he leans back on the couch.

he chooses to ignore the weird swell of pride he feels knowing he was your first, pushing down his old high school crush on you. because this is just fun and easy. it’s a wordless exchange with no feelings or strings attached. you’re both convinced this is just a phase every college kid should experience, right? a bit of reckless fun that’ll eventually fade into the past…but deep down, neither of you want this to end. that first night rewired your brain in a way you don’t think you can admit yet.

this goes on until your final semester. you graduate in a few months and are cramming everything in, leaving less time to see each other. you both assume you’re just going through a “senior slump” or some weird type of sexual frustration that’s making you see each other in a different light, because why else are you missing his gentle hold when he would clean you up? and why is he missing your breath against his chest when you both fall asleep afterwards? you’re catching yourselves feeling an awkward pit in your stomach once the apartment falls silent when one of you leaves, dwelling on moments you know you shouldn’t.

with so many exams and presentations, there’s no time to try and make things how they used to be, so all you can do is watch from afar. you have mixed feelings towards the barista he talks to every morning, and leehan isn’t necessarily thrilled at who your partner for the final project is. “why do i care..?” is the question that keeps you both up at night. if this is the universe’s way of telling you to move on then she has a sick sense of humor. even if your minds are set on focusing on graduating, your hearts will always run back to each other.

woonhak — at first, he’s almost excited. in his mind, he keeps you as a friend and as another way to destress, so what’s not to love? it’s a naive and childish mindset, he knows, but woonhak thinks he’s deserved something like this after being so bombarded with idol work. and so he spends the next few weeks creating a cycle of visiting your apartment after a long day of being annoyed by his hyungs or busy day of filming. both of which happen far too often, bringing him to your couch almost constantly.

but of course, since it’s kim woonhak, the line between friend and love blurs quickly. and all those unresolved feelings he’s been hiding begin to bubble up. you subconsciously start memorizing his schedule and ignore the flutter you feel in your heart when he starts walking into your apartment without asking. when you start voicing your daily complains to each other, he realizes how easy it is to talk to you. and how he sleeps better when you’re the one laying next to him. but he doesn’t plan on telling you how pretty you are with your messy bed hair because every time he gains the confidence, he looks into your eyes and just gets too nervous.

until one night, you’re tucked into his shoulder with tears brimming in your eyes and moaning about how good he feels, it clicks. you’re in his shirt that now smells of your perfume and he’d never wanna change a thing. so he blurts it out without thinking; “i love you” right in between thrusts. you both try to ignore how it almost brings you to orgasm. the two of you finish without mentioning it but the tension is loud and undoubtedly there. he’s still on top of you, room quiet aside from labored breaths before you find your voice, “you love me..?” it’s quiet and uncertain when you whisper it. “yeah.” woonhak’s never been more certain about anything in his life before this. before you. his eyes scan your face for any sort of rejection or sign that you don’t want this the same way he does. except he’s so impatient and your silence is killing him. “if you don’t feel the same then i’ll clean you up and just—”

“woonhak.”

“yeah?”

…

“i love you too.”

and his eyes sparkle, grinning that lopsided boyish grin you’ve spent the past 2 months falling in love with. when he leans in, you can feel his happiness through the kiss and how much more passionate he is throughout the night.