#artemas

the first thing steve registers is sound.

not loud enough to jolt him awake all at once but small, broken, barely-there noises, tucked into the quiet of the house. the kind that don’t belong in a nightmare, but don’t quite feel right either.

he blinks into the dark, body still heavy with sleep, arms instinctively tightening around the warm weight sprawled across him.

you’re tangled together the way you always are by morning. your leg thrown over his hip, your cheek pressed into his chest, his arm curved securely around your back.

another sound slips out of you, almost like a whimper.

steve’s heart kicks.

“hey,” he murmurs immediately, voice rough with sleep, hand smoothing up and down your spine. “hey, it’s okay. i got you.”

you don’t wake up.

his brain goes straight into panic mode because it always does with you.

nightmare, bad dream, something he missed. he shifts just enough to look down at you, trying to make out your face in the faint glow of the streetlight sneaking in through the thin curtains.

your brow isn’t furrowed. you’re not tense.

if anything… you’re warm and relaxed.

another sound leaves you, quieter this time, and steve freezes.

oh.

the concern drains out of him all at once, replaced with something slower, heavier, settling low in his stomach.

he tenses as he feels you rock your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. shiiiittttt.

you whimper softly in your sleep, still lost in the throes of your dream, as you start to grind your hips more deliberately against steve's thigh.

his breath catches in his throat as he realizes what's happening. he's frozen for a second, hardly believing it at first.

but there's no mistaking the slow, steady grind of your cunt against him now and the slick heat of your arousal bleeding through the thin fabric of your panties.

steve’s not sure whether to wake you or let you keep dreaming. he knows he should probably put a stop to this before it goes too far.

but god, the way you're rubbing up against him, chasing your own pleasure in your sleep, it's so fucking sexy.

he feels your little whimpers vibrating through his chest as your hips start grinding faster and harder, chasing something only you can feel.

he knows he should stop this. he should shake you awake right now. but he can't bring himself to do it.

so instead, he keeps his hand on your back, holding you close as you hump his thigh, your pussy soaking wet against his skin.

steve’s hand slips down from your back to cup the curve of your ass through your soaked panties. He squeezes the plump flesh, feeling it yield to his touch as he kneads and massages, trying to rouse you from your dream.

the more he touches you, the more you seem to lose yourself in it, your hips bucking more insistently against him. he feels the damp patch on your panties spreading, the fabric soaked through with your juices as you grind yourself stupid against him.

he can't stand it anymore. he needs to wake you up, needs to see your eyes open, and know you're okay. that this is what you want too.

the slips his fingers under the elastic of your panties, pushing them to the side as he cups your bare cunt in his large hand.

your skin is scorching hot and slick with arousal, swollen lips parting around his invading digit as he pushes one long finger deep inside you.

you moan aloud, low and wanton in your sleep, your pussy clenching greedily around his finger as he starts to pump it in and out.

with his free hand, he reaches up and gently shakes your shoulder, murmuring your name into the darkness. "hey, sweetheart. wake up.”

you startled in your sleep, his touch and voice piercing through the haze of your dream. your eyes fluttered open, meeting his in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

confusion clouded your gaze momentarily as you tried to orient yourself, your mind still foggy from sleep.

"mmnh...steve?" you mumbled, your voice thick with exhaustion. your eyes widened as you felt his finger buried deep inside your dripping cunt, your body throbbing needily around the welcome intrusion.

the sensation sent sparks of pleasure up your spine, your nipples hardening beneath steve’s shirt you were using to sleep.

before you could say anything else, you found yourself rocking your hips forward, grinding against his hand as the remnants of your dream desire took over.

the movement pushed your pussy more firmly onto his finger, and you gasped softly as a particularly pleasurable jolt of sensation raced through you.

"oh god..." you whimpered, a blush creeping across your cheeks as you realized you had been humping him in your sleep.

"did i... i mean, were you just... oh!" your question dissolved into a moan as he sank a second finger inside you and curled them.

you gasp and shudder as steve curls his fingers just right, rubbing against that spongy spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and your back arch.

"yes," he rumbles, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with lust and desire. "you were rubbing yourself on my thigh in your sleep. fuck…i couldn't help myself when i felt how wet you were..."

his thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in slow, teasing strokes. your hips buck up to meet his touch as another whimper escapes your lips.

"does it feel good, baby?" he slides another thick finger inside you, stretching you open. "wanna hear you make those pretty little noises again..."

steve’s cock throbs eagerly between his legs as you sink yourself further onto his embedded fingers, your slick walls gripping him like a vice. he groans at the hot, tight feel of your cunt, your arousal dripping down to his palm.

"goddamn, you're fucking soaked," he grunts, his voice strained as he watches you fuck yourself on his fingers.

"did dreaming of getting fucked work you up so much? my dirty girl..."

"please, please..." your pleading whines fill the air, sweet and needy. "need your cock, steve. want it so bad."

you’re practically crawling out of your skin with longing, every nerve ending alight and screaming for his touch. your pussy throbs once again around his fingers, fluttering and clenching, trying to suck him deeper.

steve bites down on his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you slowly with a pop.

"c'mere baby.” he say softly, bringing you even closer to him. "gonna fuck this greedy little cunt real good."

he pushes your knees up and out, opening you wider to him as he settles between your thighs. he lifts his hips up and quickly slides off his boxers. the thick head of his cock nudges against your swollen folds, painting your slit with his own arousal.

your nails dig into steve’s biceps as he slowly bottoms out into you, eliciting gasps from both of you.

you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes watering at the stretch. “shhh, it’s okay, baby. i know…” he coos.

"fuck, so tight," he groans, holding himself still, letting you adjust to his size.

slowly, he starts to move, rolling his hips up into your cunt.

"s..so big," you whine breathlessly, feeling every thick inch of him sliding in and out of your fluttering core. "filling me up so good..."

steve shushes you with a deep, rumbling moan, his hand cupping your jaw as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. his tongue delves past your parted lips, stroking along yours, swallowing your needy little whimpers.

he sets a steady rhythm. his large hands gripping your hips as he rocks you down onto his cock.

"nngh, you feel so fucking good," steve grits out between clenched teeth, sweat dampening his brow as he loses himself in the slick slide of your bodies moving together.

"gonna fuck you all... ugh... fucking night if you keep squeezing me like this." he chokes out.

his fingers find your sensitive clit, rubbing slick circles over the swollen nub as he drives into you over and over. the dual stimulation has you seeing stars, your pussy spasming erratically around him.

steve pulls you flush against his broad chest, strong arms wrapping around you like a bear hug as he rolls his hips up to meet yours.

"fuck, sweetheart, feel so good around me," he rumbles, his voice low and deep in his chest which is pressed against yours.

"your pussy... it's perfect baby. squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave."

he peppers kisses across your neck and cheeks, murmuring praise and adoration between each thrust. "such a good girl, taking me so deep. so beautiful.”

he hands roam your curves greedily, palming your breasts, kneading the flesh as it bounces from the force of his thrusts.

"gorgeous," he murmurs, voice ragged with emotion and lust. his gaze is locked on your face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure, every flash of ecstasy that crosses your features. "sexiest fucking thing i've ever seen."

the shifts the angle of his hips, hitting that secret spot deep inside that makes you scream.

"yeah? right there, baby? you like that?" he starts thrusting harder, faster, driving into you with increasing fervor as your slick walls clench and flutter around him.

the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by your breathy moans and his low, guttural grunts.

"that’s it, baby. fuck, just like that,” he moans, hugging you tighter and kissing the top of your head.

“c…c…cum…” you babble, completely fucked dumb. trying to warn him about your impending release.

“yeah? come on baby. cum for me.” steve captures your mouth in a searing kiss once again, swallowing your screams.

when he slams home one last time, grinding his pelvis against yours, it sends you tumbling right over the edge.

you cry against his lips. his cock pulses with his impending release as your nails drag down his chest. “shit. that’s it… that’s my fucking girl.”

when you pull back slightly and he’s met with your fucked out face, he loses it. “oh fuck—“ he moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

rope after rope of his release floods your cunt, making your pussy spasm weakly.

after a few minutes of silence besides the heavy breathing between the two of you, steve laughs… out of breath and disbelief.

It was late at night and the house was too hot for Seoul's muggy summer. Yet, the others slept soundly, including Riki, whose air conditioner was broken.

You stumbled into the middle of your room and prayed that no one had woken up—Sunghoon in particular.

You walked out of your room and took a quick look in your brother's. Sunghoon was sleeping loudly, like a dead man in a coffin. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you made it to your destination without ending up face down on the floor.

The room was dark, even in daylight. The walls were gray and the curtains, blankets, and most of the furniture were black.

The smell of cologne and deodorant were giving you the feeling of being in a gas chamber, yet you had learned to call home that mixture of smells. The boy was snoring so loud he sounded like a chainsaw. Despite the fact that you hated this kind of noise, you made an exception for him. You slid under the sheets, stepping on what, knowing Riki, were a pair of used boxers. God, how messy he was.

Once settled, you were greeted by the warmth of Riki's sweaty skin, the broken air conditioner only made it more unbearable, but these were the sacrifices you were willing to make to be near him.

Riki stretched out an arm and made your cheek collide with his bare chest, a gust of cologne filled your nostrils and you coughed from how strong it was.

“Beb...” He babbled, unable to finish the word. Riki often talked in his sleep, even happened to bite you once or twice, and he snored as well. He held you close to him, not caring to give you any space to move. Your long hair tickled his nose and, after about ten minutes, he sneezed, waking up. “Beb, why are you here?” He mumbled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. His voice, slurred by sleep and extremely rough, made you blush, so you swallowed before answering. “I wasn't sleeping.”

You were used to Riki’s low voice tone, and yet, when he was tired it always had a strange effect on you. It was warm, deep and often hoarse, the kind of sound that you had decided to put among your favorites. "Don't you dare to snore." The boy urged with a yawn, tightening his grip on your body, and putting a leg on your hip, trapping you even more. "Said the tractor.” You chuckled, and Riki, who had been pretending to sleep, rolled you over so that you were lying on your stomach and sat down on his knees next to you, a big smile on his lips as he gently smacked you on the ass. "Isn't that nice of you, I don’t snore, you know?" Riki lied, you both knew way too well. "Then even touching my ass isn’t nice of you.” “Why not? You always do it!” He whined, crossing his arms to his chest like a small child. "Because I'm a woman, if you touch my ass it's harassment." You laughed at his childish behaviour, he knew you would never accuse him for harassing you. He was your boyfriend, this was just playful behaviour.

So you got on your knees, throwing yourself on Riki and started to tickle his sides. And you laughed while Riki suffered in silence, at least until a questionable sound came out of his lips. You stopped, looking at Riki with your eyes wide open, your pink cheeks turning more and more to a deeper shade of red. Riki, unaware of what had just happened, took the opportunity to attack and tickle you in turn.You let out a scream that could have even alarmed the neighbors, but then you started to laugh again, yelling at Riki to cut it off or you both would end up hurt.

Sunghoon, who was a light sleeper, jumped up when he heard his sister’s voice being so loud. He ran into your room, and finding it empty, followed your pleas coming from Riki’s room. Once he opened the door, he was greeted by Riki on top of you, smirking as you giggled before he leaned down to give you a sweet peck on the lips. Sunghoon covered his eyes, a bit embarrassed by the sight of his sister being kissed. “Hey you two! I don't want a nephew!” He raised his voice, you and Riki's heads darting towards Sunghoon as you both blushed. “We're-” you tried to complain but Sunghoon just smirked “Just use precautions.”

But at that, Riki leaned closer to your ear, you two were young dumb and almost always went at it like bunnies, ending up with someone in the apartment blasting music to cover your screams, moans and other noises. “We can fuck the condom tonight beb.” Riki whispered once your brother left, starting to kiss down your neck. “I wanna feel you raw.” And you hit him on his chest. “You're so stupid.” You laughed, but deep down you already knew it would end up like always, but this time it would have been Heeseung’s sex playlist because he wanted to make it funnier for everyone.

You found yourself on top of him, his strong hands flipping you over like it was nothing. His hands were on your ass immediately, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re such a brat.” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark.

“Says the guy who’s already hard.” you retorted in a sing-song, grinding against him just to prove your point. He groaned, he said he hated when you teased him, yet he loved it. Clothes came off fast—his shorts, your shirt, a clumsy tangle of limbs and curses as you both tried to not laugh at how desperate you were—just like always. His body was a damn masterpiece, lean muscles, golden skin, and all you could do was drag your nails down his chest just to hear him swear. “Shit, you’re feral.” he hissed, his magnetic eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with that small sparkle that told you you would end up ruined. You were about to speak up when he leaned in to capture your lips with his, devouring you until both were slightly bleeding. Soon you found his face buried between your legs, the heat of his breath searing against you, tongue dragging slowly as he worked you over. And you are so gone, head thrown back, hips twitching, thighs trembling around his ears. The only soundtrack is the obscene wetness of his mouth on you, your choked moans, and “The party and the after party” by the weeknd blasting from Heeseung's room as he had put on his playlist to help you out—but in reality it was just Jungwon’s latest desperate attempt to drown out the symphony of you and Riki destroying each other; he had asked the members to put on music so they could sleep, but it was no use, it just made you two more loud.

Get yourself a boyfriend that's a dancer, your friends said, he'll be good. And damn if they were right, being able to follow the music and keep a steady rhythm might have been your death.

Your ears were ringing. Your vision blurred every time your spine arched off the mattress. Your legs shaking so hard they barely stayed hooked around his shoulders. His fingers humping in you along with his tongue so deep that you thought your pussy would get branded by his damn huge chrome hearts rings. They were part of him he didn't even take them off while having sex. And when you were about to come, he stopped.

He stopped and slammed into you, his balls against your ass as you scream so fucking loud for the stretch. “Beb, we've been together for two years and yet you still can't take me?” He mocked, he was big, he knew well, yet he couldn't feel anything but pleased when he heard you scream every time.He started moving, deep and hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every thrust. You were loud—too loud, moaning his name, clawing at his back, leaving red marks he’d probably flex about later. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it, and you loved how gross it was, how real. Riki’s hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, and you pulled him down to kiss him, sloppy and wet, spit smearing between you and soon the first orgasm crashed into the both of you.

And soon another orgasm.

And another.

And another.

You lost count by now, time folded as you just knew that now was that “southbound” by Artemas was playing again for what could have probably been the fourth time. The two of you were always going at it like rabbits, bodies slick and tangled, pleasure drawn out like it might never end. At some point you’re flat on your back again, back arched off the wet bed, sheets soaked with sweat and God knows what else.

At some point he took you by the hair and got up, opening the curtains and pressing you against the cool glass, your nipples immediately hardening upon contact. He wraps one arm around your waist to both keep you up and pull your hips back into him, bending you forward in front of the window. He pushes back into you without warning, like he did earlier, though this time you’re better prepared; the side of your face is against the window as you cry out his name.

Minutes felt like hours, hours like days, long heavenly hours that wished could never end. You don't know how he's still strong enough to shift your almost limp body, but suddenly your legs are pushed up and pinned high beside your shoulders. His hands curled behind your knees, holding you wide open as he sinks into you again with no warning. He grunts as he slides home, balls-deep, moaning loudly, eyes locked onto your face, drinking every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. His hips start pounding again, relentless, slapping into your soaked cunt with a wet, brutal rhythm. And when he came, he didn’t pull out—didn’t even try. You felt it, warm and thick, spilling inside you, and he groaned like he’d just won the lottery.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and cum and god knows what else. The room was a wreck, the sheets soaked, and you could feel his release leaking out of you, pooling on the mattress—just like the first time that night.

And it was when he was about to start again when the alarm of his phone rang:

Just come outside for the night (yeah)

Take your time, get your light (yeah)

Johnny Dang, huh-uh

I been out geekin'

Bitch

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah)

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah)

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'

Fein', fein', fein', fein' (yeah)

“Ah shit” He cursed, out of breath as he had to pull out to go to turn off the alarm and you chuckled, did he really had “FE!N” as a morning alarm? Sure that woke him up pretty well. It was then when you noticed the sunlight peeking through the curtains, Heeseung’s playlist turning off and replaced by a predefined ringtone, five other phones starting to ring one after another, expressing the personalities of enhypen members and so you and Riki quickly wiped the fluids away from your bodies and slowly got dressed just to walk into the living room to be stared by everyone, even the manager that had just come. “How was your sleep, guys?” The manager asked, trying to break the awkward silence and both you and RIki blushed at Jungwon’s answer. “We clearly didn’t. A certain someone…” And he shooted a scolding look at you two “was screaming tonight.”

“Had fun?” Heeseung peeked in with a laugh, looking at your dishlaved look as Jay just groaned, he wanted to leave the dorm for the night since you and Riki became a couple, but he wasn’t allowed.