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jaemin could spend hours laying on your chest sucking on your nipples. he loves how easily they perk up. how hard they get around his tongue. how they always seemed to be ready to be sucked on. how they disappear in his mouth. “mmm, fuck,” he murmurs between slow sucks, tongue swirling lazily around the sensitive bud, “they’re so tiny…i can fit the whole thing in my mouth.” he takes his time licking, biting, kissing one bud while his finger ghostly rubs the other, goosebumps trailing your skin. you try your best to focus on the movie playing in the background, fingers gently threading through his hair, eyes still fixed on the screen. but after a while, that familiar heat starts rising in your stomach, little tiny sighs of pleasure accompanying breathy moans slipping past your slightly parted lips. and he’s obsessed with the little sounds you make under him. he gets really messy with it. painting your chest with his saliva until you’re writhing under his touch, your breaths coming in pants, eyes shutting in bliss, you swore you could cum just from this. he looks up every now and then, loving the way you’ve completely lost control, the movie no longer interesting to you. by this time his hand would slip down your underwear, “princess, you’re so wet…you love my tongue this much?,” and all you could manage to give him is a nod, completely submitting to his touch as he collects your juices, smearing your slick up to your nipple, sucking with renewed fervor. “hmmm, so tiny, so fucking sweet, made for me to suck on” he praises like he was sucking on his favorite piece of candy.

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“so obedient,” jeno smirks, his voice low and teasing, fingers digging into your skin just hard enough to leave faint marks.

“no need for jaemin when you’ve got me. my lips are at your service, baby. all yours to use.”

he leans in closer, his tongue flicked out to trace a slow, deliberate line along your inner thigh, making you shiver.

you arch your back slightly, the cool sheets of the bed brushing against your bare ass as you prop yourself up on your elbows, “about time you showed up, i was starting to think you’d make me beg,” your words come out breathy, playful, but there’s an edge of need in them.

he chuckled, he sound vibrating against your skin as he nips at your thigh, teeth grazing just enough to sting, “beg? nah, you don’t have to beg. not tonight. but you will be screaming my name. this pussy’s mine — no sharing with that pretty boy.”

his possessive tone sends a thrill through you. this is why he’s number one on your roster — he has a way to make you feel like you were his to own. and you absolutely loved it.

before you can fire back, his lips part to suck hard on your clit. a gasp escapes you, sharp and involuntary as his tongue dives in rough and relentless, lapping at your folds like he’s claiming every inch.

he doesn’t ease in — it’s intense from the start, his mouth devouring you, tongue thrusting deep into your entrance before swirling back up to circle your swollen clit.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he growls against you, the words muffled but vibrating straight to your core.

your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling him closer as your hips buck up against his face, “jeno—oh god, yes, just like that.”

the pleasure builds fast, rough suction on your clit making your thighs temble around his head — a clear tell-tale sign that jeno has picked up on.

he pulls back just a fraction, lips glistening with your arousal, that smirk displayed on his face, “what, already? i haven’t even started. spread wider for me, pretty. let me eat this pussy like it deserves.”

his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs parting your folds further, exposing you completely before he dives back in, tongue fucking into you with forceful strokes, rough and unyielding.

you moan loudly, the sound echoing in the room, your body arching off the bed, toes curling, “you’re such a tease—ahh! don’t stop, fuck, jeno!—”

the intensity has you whining. hips grinding against his face as he sucks harder, teeth lightly grazing your sensitive flesh.

jeno’s not done reminding you why he’s your favorite.

one hand trails up your body, possessive, fingers finding your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. he twists it roughly, just the right amount of pain mixing with the pleasure, making you cry out.

“these tits are mine too,” he growls, voice husky as he tugs on the hardened peak, rolling it while his tongue lashes your clit in quick, intense flicks, “gonna make you come so hard you forget anyone else’s name.”

“jeno,” you whine, “harder—don’t you dare stop,” the dual sensations overwhelming, his mouth ravaging your pussy, tongue plunging deep and curling inside you while his fingers knead and pinch your nipple, sending sparks straight down to where he’s feasting.

he laughs softly, the vibration humming through you, “bossy tonight, aren't you? fine, i’ll give you everything.”

his free hand joins the assault below, two digits sliding into your slick heat alongside his tongue, thrusting roughly as he sucks your clit like he's trying to pull your orgasm right out of you. the pace is brutal, intense, his mouth working you over without mercy, lips sealed tight around your folds.

your whines turn to desperate groans, body coiling tight as the pressure builds, “i'm—fuck, jeno. you’re so good at this, owning me like this,” you tug his hair harder, guiding him, lost in the heat of it all.

he hums around your clit in response, loving your honesty. you were only ever his when he was in between your legs like this. his fingers pumps faster inside you, his eyes much darker now.

“come for me, baby. drench my face. show me how much you need this mouth.”

his tongue is relentless, circling and sucking with rough intensity, his other hand switching to your other nipple, tweaking it sharply to heighten every sensation.

the pleasure crashes over you with no warning, your pussy clenching around his tongue as you scream out his name, hips jerking wildly, mouth agape, eyes rolled back, your fingers tightening around his hair, desperately trying to ground yourself.

jeno doesn't let up, lapping through it all, possessive growls rumbling from his chest as he drinks you in, drawing out every last shudder until you were pushing him away.

finally, he eases back, lips shiny and swollen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at you with smug satisfaction.

“told you. my service is top-notch — ready for round two? or are you still gonna text jaemin now?”

chenle stared at you both for a solid minute, unblinking, before letting out a deep sigh and looking back at his phone, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

the dreamies often questioned why you weren’t dating — jeno and you.

they questioned it, complained about it, groaned like they were tired that you weren’t dating yet ( most of the groans came from haechan ).

it was understandable. you both were insufferably close, working out together, never an inch apart, you cooked for him, he bought random things for you. both of you stole from each other’s plates, practically laid on the other during movie nights, and jeno constantly had his arm around your waist like he never was going to let go.

jaemin usually questioned it when he saw you wearing jeno’s hoodie, and haechan couldn’t have gagged louder when he saw that your lockscreens were of each other.

it was obvious: you were perfect for each other. and yet there was still no dates planned in the shared calender. everyone checked religiously each week.

behind your back there were betting pools, whispered — but serious — discussions on who would confess first. the majority went to you, albeit the jeno voters claimed he would do it if he panicked enough.

 but interference? absolutely allowed.

“so . . . cute new cafe,” jaemin hummed as he plopped down next to you, jeno — of course — on your other side. you made a small questioning sound, looking up from the tv.

“the one that just opened,” jaemin spoke, pulling out his phone that already had the cafe’s page pulled up, pushing it into your hands and peering over your shoulder as you scrolled.

“oh, yeah, we should go sometime,” you agreed, pausing at a particularly pretty shot of the interior.

“we should!” jaemin agreed, “i’m free friday if you two are,” he spoke. “i think i can get jisungie to come too.” jaemin reached out to take his phone back, watching you and jeno glance at each other before nodding in agreement.

“works for me,” jeno confirmed. jaemin internally cheered.

surprise surprise when jeno and you showed up on friday at the cafe with a text from jaemin reading: ‘something popped up! you two have fun without me’ then a gif of a bunny winking.

the same thing happened at least three more times, one of the members dragging you both out for an impromptu ‘date’, as they liked to imply. and still nothing stemmed.

“i could flirt with jeno and see what happens!” haechan spoke as if it was the singular, most important revelation ever. all he got in return were unimpressed stares. “too obvious you’re right,” he murmured, thinking as he sat back against the couch. 

you had dragged jeno out to suffer at the pet store earlier, and still out, the dreamies had called a meeting, collectively brainstorming between their two brains ( renjun and sometimes chenle ).

“give up?” jisung spoke up, offering a shrug, earning four stares of: ‘absolutely not’, ‘are you serious right now’, ‘you’re joking right’, and ‘maybe actually’.

this also happened three more times.

and yet, all of this spiraled down to one morning, when you walked into the kitchen where the dreamies had gathered, all helping ( or not helping ) to make breakfast. a small chorus of ‘good morning’s chimed your way as you stepped over to jeno. 

the five of them watched as you leaned into jeno as he cut up random fruit, whispering soft words that no one caught. jeno laughed softly at something you’d said, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your temple.

that wasn’t the ending point, no, but instead when you leaned up and pressed your lips against his in a small peck.

and everyone paused like their entire world was shattering at the seams.

2:57 a.m.

It wasn't unusual for Jeno to return home later in the night after practice, maybe at 2 a.m. or at 3, even.

Not even the jiggle of his keys, which usually alarmed you, could wake you up. After waiting a few seconds to determine whether you were awake or not, Jeno walked up the stairs, cautious not to disturb you any further (you wouldn't have gotten any more sleep if he woke you up now — a habit he unfortunately took notice of in uncomfortable occasions).

As he passed by the bedroom door, however, a faint mumble stopped him in his tracks — his name, slipping from your lips along soft breaths.

His breath hitched, heart momentarily caught between tiredness and curiosity. Was he imagining it? Or did you really just call for him in your sleep?

He furrowed his brows, confused, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him.

A soft, whispered 'I love you' slipped from your lips, faint but still audible to Jeno, his heart skipping a beat from hearing your small voice, as warmth spread through his chest.

Letting a ray of dim light in the room, the boy cautiously walked up to your sleeping figure, moving strands of hair that covered your face.

'Jeno, are you here..?' your words were slurred from your sleepiness and your eyes still closed. Jeno took a seat beside where you rested, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along your back.

'Yes, princess. I'm here. Why are you awake at this hour?' he whispered, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. 'I told you not to wait for me..' a warm smile made its way onto his features, his figure still sat, waiting for your reply.

'Princess?' Jeno tilted his head, trying to figure out if you were still asleep. If the small snores that came from you weren't enough of an indication, your slightly parted mouth — and the drool smearing on the pillow beneath — was. He bit back a chuckle, shaking his head. Cute. Ridiculously cute. Even asleep, you somehow managed to make his heart ache in the best way.

The boy silently chuckled, deciding to settle by your side and let sleep finally overtake him.

'Did you sleep well?' was the first thing you heard as you groggily rubbed your eyes, trying to shield yourself from the blinding sunlight coming from the window.

'Yes Jen, did you?' your question remained unanswered, when you saw Jeno grinning widely.

Giggling yourself, you watched the boy as he sat beside you, 'Why are you smiling like that?'

'Someone was dreaming about me, huh?' Jeno’s voice was laced with amusement, his teasing smirk growing as he watched realization dawn on your sleep-ridden face. He leaned closer, his grin widening. 'Don’t be shy, angel. You wanna tell me what it was about?' His laughter bubbled out when you groaned, burying your face into the pillow.

'..What? You're being ridiculous, Jen...' 'Well, I'm pretty sure I heard you say my name — don't misunderstand though, it was pretty cute,' he said, pinching your left cheek.

'Whatever..' You briskly got up from the bed, tossing the covers over him.

Giggling, Jeno started to follow after you, 'Love you too, angel.'

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moaning in frustration and despair every time haechan stops thrusting into you when you're about to cum. watching your body squirm and quiver, edging you because he just wants to lengthen the moment, to feel you and drink every jolt your body makes, switching the pace, feel you clenching around his also overstimulated length, just because he knows both of your climaxes will be worth it, after having built your ecstasy.

renjun filling you with his load, grinding against his cock while you ride him. but not being able to stop 'cause of how good his dick feels, throbbing and twitching inside you, filling you up so well. so you continue bouncing on his cock and keep it going til he's all whimpers, eyes tightly close and face contracted due to sensitivity until you both can no longer continue.

being able to see jeno's cock in your stomach every time he pounds into you. burying his length deep in your pussy, hitting that sweet spot of yours until you're senseless. mind fuzzy and mouth partially open. his movements becoming wild, pussy drunk, being easily manhandling by his body strength, changing positions at his will, like a fuck doll, til you can no longer take it, succumbing in raw pleasure.

jeno always volunteer to clean up the mess you both made after he's done fuck the shit out of you. brainwashed and dizzy, you can't feel his touch even though you can feel his presence behind you, completely ignoring the fact that his eyes are glued on your pussy, pink and abused, wet for the arousal of the previous events. he likes the view a little too much. thumb going to one of your ass cheek to spread your legs for a better panorama of it.

jaemin always make you spread your legs so he can see the moment his hot cum leaks out of your pussy after sex. in occasions, he'd milk his seed right in your folds, watching it paints your pretty and swollen cunt. tip still with cum rubbing your clit, or he would pull out his dick from your mouth so he can nut in your face. other times, he will use his own digits to push his cum back into your cunt, or make you swallow it from his fingers.

chenle likes when you touch yourself. sitting in front of you as your fingers work on your clit and inside you. whimpering because your fingers don't satisfy you like his cock. but he won't fuck you yet. he likes when you are soaking wet and the sounds of your gummy walls taking your fingers fill the room. he will replace your digits with his to tease you a little because the little cries you make turn him up.

you in skirts is haechan's favorite thing, because then when you bend over something, he gets a nice view of your clothed pussy. and because it is within reach. hands easily tossing your panties to a side so he can finger you under the table while you eat with the dreamies. deciding that you will not wear any more underwear so that he can take you anywhere he wants. also making you hump a pillow with your pretty skirt while he stroke his glistening cock with his eyes fixed on you from across the room.

as you ride him, jeno wraps his hands around your neck and cuts off your blood flow. it's a way for him to tell you that he's still in control even though you're pushing him over the edge with your sharp, practically erratic movements. you would slow down as you feel light on him, starting to fuck yourself up and down on his length, as you hold on to his muscular arms. feeling dizzy while your pussy starts to throb, sensing how tense his muscles are under your touch. he works his way inside you with rough, jerky movements while your body jolts and twitch due to sensitiveness, and it's the way you try to slow down the pace with your small hands on his that makes him nut on the spot.

renjun enjoys overpowering you. when you try to control the situation and your fingers wrap around his neck causing his body to spasm. returning the gesture when you ride him until you succumb to your high and he must take control. bringing your legs to your chest, completely possessed by the way your body is covered in sweat and your puffy lips are open, letting out the most pretty moans he's ever heard. the leud sound of his constant pounding that makes his cock slide easily in and out as your legs suffer quivers now and then.

haechan loves how your body contorts at his commands. how your body writhes in any position he desires, loving how flexible you are for him as he takes you from behind on the couch. your pretty dress is now wrinkled and ruined as he pulled it up to your waist and pushed your underwear to the side, eager and needy that he doesn't check if someone hears the smashing sound of your skin every time he sinks deep inside you, putting on a chokehold as he fucks you mercilessly. movie longer forgotten, playing as a background sound in harmony with your muffled moans. you hear him hiss before he guides one hand to your neck and wraps his digits on the soft skin to pull your head back to kiss you. when he pulls away, the hand transfer to your mouth, shushing your whimpers.

chenle enjoys the view from below while eating you. he hums over the sensitive area as he feels your fingers tighten in his hair when he licks right where you like it. keeping your legs open whenever sensations swirl and cause your body to crack. and with his hands on your neck, he forces you to stay still in your place when you try to push him away from you. your body succumbs to the spasms that plague you without giving you time to register when he gets up and licks your remains from his lips. he also likes to watch your ruined body before having a taste on his own.

from the way jisung's eyes linger time to time on your clavicle you know how much he wants to put his hands on it. he has always been this cautious, because, what if he makes you uncomfortable, what if you don't like it, what if he hurts you? hands squeezing thighs and waist to restrain himself from how bad he wants it, resting them under the valley of your breasts, cupping one of them as he shoves his cock with rhythmic, quick pace moves, sensing your fingers wrapping on his wrist and pulling his hand up til they're now on your neck. so small and thin when his fingers wrapped it.

long make-out sessions with chenle surely will drive you crazy. feeling his firm hands on your jaw so your head stays still, drinking your moans as his tongue swirl with yours. warm and sharpy breath hitting your face when he speeds up the pace of his rough thrusts, forcing you to wrap your legs behind his back while he shoves it in and out, sensing your narrow walls wrapping his dick just right. “look at you, so dumb for my cock,” he says with a sharpy breath while pounding you and sending you to subspace.

you are in a pure state of ecstasy, trying to soothe the knot in your stomach that grips your crotch. moaning and whining to release the fire that burns your insides, your nails bury themselves in the fresh skin of his back, and chenle growls, feeling the fissures that appease the wild feeling of seeing you under him so beautiful, watching your eyes roll when the intensity of his hammering increases, feeling your walls pulsate erratically.

your body aches when a flare of pleasure takes your breath away and your mind fogs up. a silky sensation melts in your belly and is released in pulsations outside of you, “o-oh, shit,” you scream, feeling him tense and slow his thrust until it's just a swing of hips against yours. you drown out a wail and open your eyes, gazing at chenle and the stars dancing around him, looking at the place where your bodies connect. “well, look at that,” he sighs, “did you just squirt?”

there is something fascinating about jeno after he trains. he comes overflowing with an essence when he gets covered in sweat that stirs your senses. you can blame your lunar cycle for that; you've always been fond of astrology, but there was a more raw feeling, of seeing him sweating while relentlessly fucking you that had nothing to do with your lunar humors. he looks at you in surprise when you drag him after he's showered to his computer chair, pulling down his pajama shorts and being surprised to see his cock ready for you. “i was also thinking about you, my love.”

jeno suppresses a hiss when he sees you stuff it full into your warm, moist mouth. sensing your delicate fingers feel the base and massage it while you go up to the tip and roll your tongue into his slit. sensitive endings cause him to startle in the seat and his features contract, and you smile with his cock still in your mouth, at knowing that. you savor his soft, thick cock under his gaze.

fleshy lips girding around his girth, tongue flat against his length, teeth rubbing against the sensitive skin, making the hiss finally come out of his lips. “f-fuck, doll. did you just bite it?”

your body twists beneath renjun as he penetrates you rhythmically, and your heartbeat does not take long to catch up, feeling him hammer you slow and deep, your body plunges into a wave of pleasure that leaves you numb and breathless. his cock buries itself and you drown out a scream, jaw tense as your head lolls back and your body arches towards him with an invisible force. completely in limbo, you try to avoid breaking free because it feels so good. filling you with pleasure with an overwhelming sensation that causes you to look at him while you free your climax.

renjun feels your walls wrapping him tighter and pulse as orgasm bathes your features. and you've never looked that breathtaking. noticing your legs wrapping around his waist so he can bury deeper and touch that sweet spot that makes you see stars and bite your lips the way you're doing right now.

your body undergoes spasms that decrease more and more until the sensation that squeezes your stomach is released and extinguished, leaving you craving for more. you spread your shaking legs for him in time when your eyes open to see him with his phone pointed at his cock still buried inside you. you exhale a laugh before he hovers over you and resumes the enveloping movement of his pelvis, “did you just take a picture?” he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and kisses you with passion, “can you blame me if i did when you look so good fucked?”

haechan leaves your body vibrating and in limbo to hover over you and draw a path of wet kisses from your stomach to your crotch. his hands wrap around your ankles and force you to flex your numb legs, opening them to position himself between them. you feel his hot breath in your intimacy before he traces circles with his wet tongue over your swollen pussy, licking the cum from your pussy, and pushing the rest with his fingers back inside. you bite your lips at the overwhelming sensation that takes your breath away, still sensitive, burying your fingers in his brown curls while he buries his inside you.

he laughs, seeing the effect he has on you. completely dazed by the way he fucks you. tasting so good after he made sure you cum enough times to be this brainwashed. seeing your body contorted twitching while covered in sweat that he sure licked. now, your silky arousal sends him towards the edge of jubilee, sweet, while his available hand squeezes and feels your belly vibrate when he licks your clit and shoves his fingers into you. “you look craving, baby,” he says in a moan.

his mouth leaves your intimacy and you already long for him, pulling you out of your slumber to see him direct his teeth towards the soft skin of your thigh. you drown out a hiss that sends a torrent of pleasure that eventually releases around your fingers. you could ask him but your tongue feels heavy and your throat pasty, but, did he just bite you?

your body tries to react to stimuli but you can't do it, letting jaemin use your body as he pleases, putting you in the positions he likes best, becoming his fuckdoll. feeling his arms hold you and forcing you to arch your back again whenever your shaky body hits the mattress, completely ecstatic at the way his cock expands your sensitive, throbbing walls for another round. cock hammering relentlessly, taking your breath away and clouding your senses.

jaemin sees you, and feels you around his cock, pulsing. watching your body succumb to his girth burying him and stimulating your intimacy even more. small hands making fists the sheets under your bodies. he wants to be so rough with you, just so you can scream and roll your eyes like that more. feeling your epitome slide and wet his dick tingling to break free inside you. covered with your silkiness and precum that forms a nice creamy ring at the base of his girth. pressing his palm to bend you more, he speeds up ecstatic at the sight of your butt trembling from his frantic thrusts. mesmerized that he doesn't realize that the firm grip on his wrist loosens after he feels your walls clenching again. so he hovers over you without stopping his ruthless motion to check on you.

he looks your drowsy eyes blink and your mouth spilling a silent pant, “did you just faint, princess?”

jisung shifts over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you feel him breathe your scent as he pushes his pelvis in, dick shoving deeper. you suppress a groan. eyes rolling back from the smooth sensation exploding in your belly. jisung and you moan in unison. running his hands below your knees, he bends his arm and pulls your legs, shorting the minimum distance separating your bodies. his pleading eyes gleam because of his cock being stimulated by you constantly clenching around him. his eyes close, squeezes, and hiss. he's so close. but not yet, seems to say your actions when you caress his hair. he pulls you closer into a kiss, and it seems to say, please, not yet.

jisung feels a blaze of fire tense his stomach and descend like a stream of pleasure to his nerve endings. staring into your eyes, watching you roll your eyes and moan that way while his cock pounds you mercilessly, hard and increasing the intensity at times, and slow and deep, rocking his hip against you, making you sigh as his world spins. he cannot hold back anymore. your walls wrapped around him, feeling you completely raw, he can't help but accelerate his thrusts and make you scream.

stargazing at renjun's love stare as he glides in and out of you, skin glowing like a galaxy from the pearls that are formed by sweat. you feel his hand guide you by the chin back to his eyes when they drift away, unable to look at him when a blaze of fire sends shivers down your belly. feeling his cock twitching the moment your eyes roll and try to maintain eye contact. you see him have his own internal struggle of not nutting just there because of your eyes filling with tears of bliss when he hits just right the sweet spot of your core.

mark is unable to take his eyes off you, your body, your whole being. breath stuck in his throat as his gaze full of worship sweeps your body shamelessly as you ride him with deep strokes, hips going back and forth on his length, already coated with precum and your thrill. eyes fixed on your body moving on top of his, rolling your hips in circular motions that send him into limbo, enraptured and bewitched by your pretty eyes being devoured by your pupil. his heavy gaze being completely black like two pools filled with gleaming desire, before he rolls them back at the sight of your dazzling figure and your silky moans.

unable to stop the flow of burning words in his throat, chenle looks at you with pleading eyes as he floods you with compliments. how good you feel. how in love he is with you. how wonderful you look taking only his tip in your small and pretty cunt. he delights in knowing that he is making you feel good only with half of his dick in that your stomach vibrates under his palm and your lips let out small and delicious squeals, filling you with praises and sweet words that make your belly tighten and you start soaking his cock with your lubrication and gripped him, prompting him to push the rest of his cock inside you and fucks you senselessly.

a sigh leaves your lips accompanied by your trembling and choppy breathing, peeking into the place where jeno buries himself to the base of his shaft, leaving you with a feeling of suffocation and fullness. the friction of his circumference against your gummy walls causes him to clench his jaw and close his eyes like two crescent moons, completely possessed after making love to you until exhaustion. your eyes can barely see the darkness that blurs their gaze by seeing you so sensitive, with tears that he occasionally rinses from your cheeks and pearly skin in sweat. sensing his breath in your stomach before you feel his tongue wander through your shivering body, grasping his lips at the height of your breasts where he sucks in delight, tearing a mewl from your lips before resuming his pounding; another love bite on your beautiful figure along with his fingerprints that denote his belonging.

jisung. the different time zones had your internal clock pretty damaged and crazy, to the point where you slept all afternoon and were more than awake at night. therefore, your night endurance is greater than jisung's. even on his day off, the poor boy does nothing but sleep. silence settles in the room when you know he's not listening to you anymore, hearing to the slight snoring of the boy with the cold nose on your neck, feeling him stir between dreams, “oh- fuck,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face, “did i fall asleep?” he asks. “pretty much, yeah.” you hear his muffled laugh, but deep down it makes you happy that he rests properly, especially when you know his workday. his only response is get closer to you. “keep talking, i swear i won't fall asleep this time.” quick spoiler: he did.

mark. it is a habit to put on a film and not pay attention to it while talking and using it as background noise. both of you have fairly tight schedules, and believe it is possible to do everything at the same time, such as ordering food delivery and chatting while watching a movie. but honestly, you are so exhausted, that the film takes a back seat while you both have your intimate moment full of kisses and caresses. it's impossible not to fall asleep for both of you. and even in the limbo of dreams, you're there with him, and he's talking to you while he sleeps, “i love you.”

renjun. he does not usually rest for long, and many times (only when you are aware that he is not by your side sleeping) you see him at his desk writing new entries in his diary, or painting with his watercolors. you are aware, too, that he does that when he is very overwhelmed or overloaded with things. and even when he goes back to bed the moment you notice his absence and wake up, or call his name, you worry that he's keeping him hidden from you; the way he uses art to release all the weight that keep him awake. “you scared me,” he pronounces shyly when you approach him and rest your head on his shoulder, “i woke you up? forgive me...” he stops his word when you shake your head, “should we go to bed, then?” he wonders, but again, you deny. “finish this first, love.” you smile tenderly, snuggling into him as he returns to his drawing: somewhat kind of similar to you.

chenle. having a tight schedule makes it difficult to see chenle often. you never seem to coincide because you leave first thing in the morning and when you arrive exhausted to sleep, chenle returns until late at night. he scolds you on occasion when you insist on staying up even when you both know that means you'll feel sleepy at work. in the end, he lets you do what you want, because deep down, he misses your long chats before going to bed. “so... one of my... coworkers said...” your eyelids close on their own, you swear by your life. and your tongue feels so heavy, but you must keep going, because seriously, seriously it's funny, “have you- seen my... sandwich?... and i said..., it's in...” chenle waits for the punchline while he strokes your hair, but it never comes, so with a amused smile dancing on his lips, he turns off the lamp. “your mouth?” he wonders at the ceiling, widening his eyes, “the toilets?”

jeno. at the edge of the bed. he likes the ease of having you ready and spread for him because he has more stability to be able to push inside you. taking you at the edge of the bed allows him to manipulate your legs as he wishes; he can choose the intensity, the speed, and the angle at which he hammers into you. making you intertwine your legs over his chest so that your pussy tightens around his cock, walls clenching and pulsing around his thick length. making your legs spread wide so he can bury his dick all the way to the base, hitting devilishly your swollen spot and making you scream.

haechan. in front of the mirror. he loves your tormented expression. the way your features contract into a loosened grimace of raw pleasure as he fucks you with rough thrusts. the sound your pussy makes every time his hips push forward, pounding into you mercilessly. how hard it is for you to hold yourself when your legs start shaking furiously, and your belly vibrates under his palm releasing pulsations of pleasure on the soft, swollen walls surrounding his cock, narrowing your pussy deliciously, cock coated in your arousal squeezed nicely. his arms hold your weak body while a hand wraps around your neck and forces you to keep your gaze in the mirror because, in addition to giving him pure satisfaction to see your ruined face, he finds it extremely pleasing to know you're a witness of it too.

jaemin. on the bed. likes the softness. thinks that if your body feels this fragile and tender, he should fuck you against something just like that. that's not to say he won't be rough with you, not when your pussy tightens smoothly around his cock as he rocks in and out of you. tummy burning with aching pleasure when he pulls your legs and rests them on his shoulders, sinking deep, rhythmically hitting your swollen spot inside. your hips reacting to the scorching sensation before his hand presses against your stomach and all sensations intensify. raw waves that travel down your belly to your pussy, clenching around his cock buried and pressed against your walls, taking your throbbing spasms.

chenle. on the sofa. it keeps you close to him. he likes the skinship that provides the sofa when you ride him like a good cowgirl. your hands on his shoulders fisting the fabric of his shirt while your eyes fixate on his dick shoving into you as you move to the rhythm of his grunts. mouth-watering from how good he feels, sensing him wake every nerve inside as your walls engulf him with every sharp thrust. a violent tingle taking your breath and forcing you to speed up, rocking against his shaft as his dick keeps squelching your damped cunt, right hand crossing his shoulder to join the other squeeze the backrest, increasing the force you pull your pelvis back and forth, going harder before you slow down as you approach that sweet velvety sensation that embalms your body, suppressing a whimper on the inside of your arm.

... a lot of giggles.

for mark, renjun and jisung, after sex is filled with giggles. the moment is full of shyness and clumsiness which makes the atmosphere light and carefree; with them, having sex never stops feeling like the first time.

mark is so thrilled he gets too carried away and ends up chuckling with you because that's where the euphoria goes down and comes the awkwardness. he DIES of shyness and exhilaration due to the shot of ecstasy that overwhelms him. “shit.” chuckles “that was good.” chuckles, “so good, babe.”

with renjun, the adrenaline rush only leaves a sweet feeling of fullness with bubbly giggles. he always gets to that high point of intoxication where his mind buzzes. he eventually gets shy but quickly sheds it away when he sees you smiling with him. “did that feel nice?” giggles. “i feel good, too.”

for jisung, he doesn't know how long he's wanted to be like this with you, and when it finally happens he's so happy he feels like he's gonna explode with joy. sometimes he gets up with tears a little, but because of the swirls of emotions. “ah...” breathy laugh, “i think i need a moment. you were just too good.”

... love sounds.

for jaemin and chenle, after are made of sounds of love. they'll let you know how good it was; they're vocal about it, however, it is until the last breath that they become a mumbling mess, making these little sounds contained till the last possible moment.

jaemin makes sounds that seem as if they were premeditated. all heavy breathing and pants and it's not until he hears your last strangled moan that he suddenly uncovers a mess of suppressed throaty moans that he muffles in your neck while his body twitches. “oh... god... you did- perfect, baby.”

with chenle, it's more the expressions than the sounds he makes. he hums a lot and his face and eyes show good you are, but when he's close, everything intensifies and he urges strangled groans and jerks as the adrenaline rushes out of his body. “that was... fucking amazing.”

messy make out with jisung as he buries his cock in your abused pussy. steady pace driving you crazy and clawing at the taut skin of his shoulder blades. choking out a hiss in your throat while he pounds you with mighty thrusts on the countertop of a nightclub bathroom after you grind on him and his growing bulge from the way you were dancing. “fuck, baby, fuck, i'm cuming.” ruined and wrinkled clothes, underwear thrown to the side because he needs you and your tight pussy. so eager and excited his pants are halfway down and your lipstick is now all smudged over his mouth.

stripping you of sleep by jaemin's cock sliding inside you in the middle of the night. arms holding you close to his chest as he inserts himself into you with smooth, fluid strokes. arching closer to him to go deeper, eyes rolling back and mouth spilling hoarse grunts when he speeds up. chest pressed hard against the mattress as he holds on to the headboard and his thrusts become wilder, mind in pure bliss. “does it feel good? fuck it does.” turned into a rag doll, forced down as he fucks you dumb, feeling the sedative and numb effect run through your entire body.

riding mark on the dining table. hands gripping the table in front of you hearing him sound so affected as you bob over his dick. squelching sounds coming from the motion followed by your moans and pants from getting tired. hands quickly going to assist you and pronouncing the thrusts more. harder and frenetic. whines and sobs forming in your throat because it's too much to handle, his movements becoming more eager and desperate, groping your waist as he let out a guttural growl, “you're doing so great, baby. keep up.”