#berrylog

leehan was equally as shy, but double as needy. the movie had long faded into his peripheral attention, and all of his senses were enthralled by you. the way your profile looked under the dim light of the tv, how soft your voice was when you’d explain your favourite parts of the movie, the sweet, intoxicating scent of your caramel perfume—it was all driving him insane, and he knew he just needed to suck it up and ask. you’d told him before, very patiently, that you’d wait until he was ready. but little did you know that he’d been the one waiting. and in his head, he was more than ready.

with your head resting on his shoulder and your knees pressed against his thighs, it was getting difficult to control himself. he was nervous, and shy—but his hormones had overridden his pride long ago.

tugging on the hem of your sweater to get your attention, he took advantage of how your head turned slightly to face him to lean down and press a kiss to your lips. you’d done this a few times, and leehan had developed a minor addiction to the feeling… one that resulted in him having to hide an embarrassing boner a few times.

you were surprised at the sudden kiss, but quickly melted into it. leehan attempted to prolong it, but truth be told, he had no idea what he was doing—you were usually the one to guide him. and noticing his hesitance, you did exactly that. holding the bottom of his chin gently, you moved your lips against his in a way that made it easier for him to follow along. you pulled away after a moment, and for the first time that night, you let yourself look at him—really look at him. and you knew you couldn’t dismiss his parted lips, flushed cheeks or dilated pupils for anything else.

“hannie,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly as your eyes flickered over his face. “do you want more?”

you’d never seen someone nod so quickly, a stuttered “yes” leaving his mouth before you’d even finished the question. chewing on your lip, you paused the movie before pulling him in for another kiss, this one doubly as bruising.

the kiss quickly turned into a messy makeout session, with you guiding leehan through it and leehan… well, he’d gotten hard embarrassingly quickly. he couldn’t help it—the feeling of your tongue in his mouth and your weight in his lap was too much to bear, and every second of it felt like heaven. when you pulled him down on top of you on the couch, he could honestly say he had no idea what he was doing, but him and his cock were enjoying it a little too much.

when you finally pulled away, leehan had never looked more wrecked in his life, and you’d only just started—saliva was dripping down his chin, his lips were red and plump from the kissing and his hands had a vice grip on the cushions next to your head. you’d waited for this moment for too long, and the bed felt too far away—the couch would do fine.

“you sure you wanna keep going?” you asked as you sat up slightly, tone contrastingly gentle compared to the activities which had taken place beforehand.

“please…” he murmured breathlessly in return, and you couldn’t control yourself much longer. you helped him take off his shirt and pants before getting naked yourself, feeling your ego inflate from the way his eyes widened at the sight of your body, and his hands twitched at his sides with the desire to touch but unsure of where. with your clothes now on the floor, you guided his hands up to your breasts, letting him feel wherever he wanted. leehan could swear his cock grew ten sizes from the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. he’d imagined this, sure, but the reality was so much better.

there wasn’t much more foreplay to do—the both of you were turned on enough; you from having waited so long for this moment, and him from all the new sensations. you slipped on a condom for him, the heat in your core growing from his little moan and how his hands gripped your hips tighter. you guided him to your entrance, helping him shift his body so he was lined up.

“just push it in, baby,” you murmured your instructions, a small smile tugging at your lips at how he took a small breath as if to steel himself. he’d never looked so cute and hot at the same time. slowly, he pushed in, letting out a whimper at the incredibly new feeling of your tight, warm walls surrounding him. jesus—he swore he could die happy with his cock buried in your heat.

“good,” you praised breathlessly, hands trailing up and down his sides gently. the way his face scrunched up had your heart swelling with endearment. “when you’re ready, you can move.”

leehan opened his eyes slightly, eyes flickering down to where he was inside of you. he was honestly about to cum, but he didn’t want to say it aloud. with a hesitant look, he pulled out just enough to have you both feeling empty, before pushing back in. he let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his hand slapping up over his mouth as soon as he was back inside of you.

“let me hear you,” you laughed softly, reaching up to remove his hand as you observed his red cheeks. “you sound so pretty, hannie.”

your words made the heat grow inside him, and hesitantly, he started to move again, this time getting it more consistently. the sounds of your praise and breathy moans urged him on, the way you’d guide his hands to different parts of your body through the process had him ready to release after 2 minutes. and leehan wasn’t good at holding on.

“y-y/n,” he whimpered, rutting into you like a dog in heat. “c-can’t—”

“it’s okay, baby,” you breathed between pants, hands gripping his biceps as your back hit the couch periodically. truth be told, you were close too, and his inexperience and willingness only turned you on further. “let go for me.”

your words pushed him over the edge, and dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leehan moaned against your skin, the feeling of your walls clenching around him having him seeing stars. you came soon after, gently urging him to keep moving despite his obvious overstimulation. he slowed down soon enough under your guidance, before collapsing on top of you with a shaky whimper. the feeling of your hands gently tracing up and down his bare back grounded him a little, making him feel safe in your arms.

his head falls back against the pillow as a shuddering breath leaves his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as his hands grip your hips tightly. he's sure to leave a bruise tomorrow, but you don’t mind.

you roll your hips down onto his slowly, your walls soaking up his cock as you place your hands on his chest for leverage. your thighs are already burning from the workout, but seeing leehan’s nose scrunch up and his plump lips part to let out another heavenly noise makes it all worth it.

“f-fuck, y/n…” he whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as you lift your hips up just to drop back down onto him. “please… don’t stop.”

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, rolling your hips around again as you reach down to pry his hands from your hips, watching as he opens his eyes in confusion. you guide them up to your breasts, and his pupils dilate as he lets his hands engulf your flesh, squeezing gently at the same time as you rock your hips, eliciting simultaneous moans from the both of you.

“mm… close…” he mumbles out the word so quietly you barely hear it. you pick up the pace a little, bouncing up and down and causing his tip to graze your sensitive spot. soft pants fill the air in between the sounds of his cock sliding against your walls, and leehan’s hands tighten around your breasts as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his release following seconds after he moans your name.

you finish soon after, slowing down to a stop before carefully lifting yourself off leehan’s body. he grunts softly from the change in pressure, dragging you down to lie against his chest as his hand traces gentle circles into the small of your back, silently thanking you for making him feel good.

“sungho…” you murmur, nails gently raking over his arm to get his attention. “you’re making it hard to focus…”

sungho just hums into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there as he perches his chin on your shoulder.

“that’s the point, baby.”

riwoo: acts of service

it’s been a long, hard day. your car broke down on the way to work, you boss scolded you for misplacing some files, and your favourite heels just broke on your way up the stairs to your apartment. you open the door, about to tell your boyfriend not to bother you for the night when the smell of spicy, kimchi ramyeon hits your nose and shuts that thought right up. you close the door quietly, hearing your boyfriend’s soft humming coming from the kitchen, and slip off your broken heels, walking through the dining room and placing your bag down at the table.

you enter the kitchen to the sight of your boyfriend’s back, an apron tied around his waist as he stands at the stove. the pile of dirty dishes from this morning is gone, the floor is sparkling and your favourite meal is on the stove.

“riwoo…?” you speak up, watching as he turns around in surprise.

“oh, you’re home,” he comments with a small smile, turning back to the food. “how was work?”

you stare at him for a few moments, before a small smile of your own tugs at your lips as you shake your head slightly. “just… fine.”

jaehyun: words of affirmation

“holy shit, baby!” your head snaps up at the sound of your boyfriend’s exclamation from his room upstairs, where he was supposedly having a shower after practice today. with a small tinge of panic, you jog upstairs, brows furrowed as you enter the room.

“jae, everything okay?” you ask, finding your boyfriend perched on the edge of the bed, phone in hand and eyes wide.

jaehyun looks up at you slowly, turning his phone screen around to show your latest instagram post—a picture of your bikini-clad back at the beach and the soft curve of your waist from behind.

“you look so fucking perfect,” he mutters, his eyes dramatically wide as you approach the bed with a soft chuckle. “so pretty, so sexy, so hot…” his hands find your waist automatically, his head burying in your stomach as he murmurs, “im the luckiest man in the world…”

taesan: giving gifts

you haven’t seen your boyfriend in a whole month due to his tour, and gosh, has it taken a toll on you. you’d never thought of yourself as a needy person, but you miss his hair, his smile, his smell… if only he wasn’t always so goddamn busy.

your phone dings with a message as you’re cooking dinner for yourself, and you lean against the counter, opening up the text from your boyfriend. a jolt of curiosity shoots through you when you see a three minute audio file and the subsequent text: “just for you.” you press play on the file, and the sound of a soft piano playing fills the air, followed just moments later by taesan’s silky voice. your heart pounds as you listen to him singing a song that sounds like it’s been tailored to you—describing your situation on opposite sides of the planet and how much he yearns for you.

as the song comes to an end, you pick up your phone and save the file, typing back: “you wrote this? for me?”

the reply comes back instantaneously: “yeah.”

“call me after the show?”

leehan: quality time

leehan’s hand is slipped loosely through yours as you walk through the aquarium, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on the back of your hand. his doe eyes are wide and shining with excitement as he explains all the different kinds of fish to you, babbling with passion as he checks for your reaction every two seconds.

“oh! this one’s my favourite. it’s called–”

“corydoras,” you finish with a proud smirk, squeezing his hand gently as he looks back at you with his lips parted.

“you… remembered?” he asks in disbelief, eyes flickering over your face.

“only because you mention them, maybe, every day?”

woonhak: quality time

your doorbell rings as you finish applying your lip gloss, and you grab your leather jacket to get it. as soon as you open the door, you’re practically pounced upon—the tall, excitable brunette lunges to wrap you in his arms, squeezing you so tightly you can barely breathe.

“oomph—woonhak!” you whine, though of course, you could never complain about seeing your boyfriend. your arms snake around his shoulders as he pulls away with that toothy grin.

“sorry,” he apologises sheepishly as his arms rest on your waist. “just can’t believe it’s been this long since we last hung out.”

“it’s been three days, woonhak,” you point out, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“three days too long!” he whines, pulling you in for another bone crushing hug.

leehan’s hands grip your thighs as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth, eliciting a soft gasp from you that has his mind reeling. all he can think about is you—the way your hands feel cupping his jaw, the way your thighs encase him on the couch, and the way your ass places just enough pressure on his lap to make his head spin.

“god,” he murmurs between kisses, his hands squeezing your thighs and sliding up to tease the hem of your shorts. “you’re incredible…”

you only hum in response, the feeling of his plump lips on your’s making you dizzy. your thumbs caress his cheeks gently, a contrasting affection to them in comparison to the way his tongue is practically shoved down your throat.

leehan’s hands find their way to your ass, groping the flesh there as he groans into your mouth. he’s a huge toucher—and you know he’ll take any opportunity he has to get a feel of your assets. you shift slightly on his lap, adjusting your position selfishly so the fold of his jeans is pressing right against your already throbbing clit. you swear you can feel leehan’s cock harden beneath you.

you feel his hands slip under the back of your shorts, squeezing your flesh as he sucks on your bottom lip. you whimper softly, your thumbs pressing into his cheeks as you angle your head to make it easier for him. a proud smirk pulls at the corner of leehan’s mouth as he nibbles on your bottom lip, before pulling off just to take a good look at you. your eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips red and bitten.

“bedroom?” you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

leehan has never moved faster.

your eyes widen as his comment registers, and you whip your head around, face slightly flushed from embarrassment. “wha– no!” you protest quickly, the blush on your cheeks deepening at the reminder of last night’s activities. “I get back pain when I’m… on my period.”

the smirk on sungho’s face drops at your words, replaced by a concerned frown. he crosses the room in a few quick strides and takes the pan from your grip, placing it on the stove as his hand finds the small of your back.

“couch.” he instructs with a tone that leaves no room for argument, already guiding you over to the living room before setting up the pillows for you to lay down on. “I’m making dinner tonight. and don’t even think about leaving that spot.”

riwoo:

the sheets rustle as you get up, and riwoo can feel the space beside him become empty without your presence. turning over with a quiet mumble, his eyes flutter open slightly as light seeps through the sliver in the open bathroom door. the sound of the toilet flushing and the tap turning on and off signals your return as you turn off the light and slip back into bed, a tense expression on your face.

“nauseous?” riwoo asks softly, having already memorised your period symptoms over the course of your relationship. at your nod and quiet whimper, he slips his hand under your shirt, gently rubbing circles on your stomach and watching as your eyes flutter closed. he murmurs stories about whatever comes to mind—practice, the members, something stupid taesan said—just to distract you until your breathing evens out.

myung jaehyun:

jaehyun takes one look at you curled up like a shrimp and goes straight into problem solving mode.

“okay. painkillers? ice cream? tea? all three?”

you shake your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying your best to will away the pain as your boyfriend approaches your bed. jaehyun’s eyebrows knit together in concern. he hates seeing you in pain like this.

“what do you need, baby?” he asks, voice softening. the bed dips as he sits beside you, running a tentative hand through your hair.

“just… cuddles?” you whisper, so quiet it’s barely audible. jaehyun’s expression softens as he moves to lie behind you, arms encasing you from behind as one hand dips down just below your waistband to rest on your lower stomach. you let out an uncomfortable noise as you squirm in his arms, trying to numb out the pain. but just jaehyun’s presence in itself makes it a little more bearable.

taesan:

taesan notices something’s off before you even open your mouth. the way you slam your phone down onto the couch a little too hard, the way your lips tremble just slightly as you mutter, “I don’t even know why I’m upset, this is so stupid.”

he blinks, tilting his head slightly as he asks, “did someone text you something weird?”

you shake your head, suddenly overwhelmed, teary, and frustrated at being overwhelmed and teary. “no—I just… everything feels wrong today.” your voice cracks on the last word, which only frustrates you more. “god, I hate this.”

taesan reaches out immediately, his hands hovering like he’s scared of making it worse. “hey, hey, come here.” his voice is so soft it almost breaks you again.

you practically collapse into his chest, burying your face in his hoodie as a wave of emotion hits hard and fast. he stiffens for half a second, panic flickering in his eyes, before relaxing and curling his arms around you.

“is it… your period?” he asks quietly, like he’s afraid you’ll bite his head off for saying it.

you nod into his chest.

“nothing you’re feeling is stupid, baby.” he presses a kiss to your temple, letting you stay in his arms until your breathing evens out.

leehan:

you stand in front of the mirror, frowning at the way your shirt clings to your stomach today. you tug at the fabric once, twice, three times—like maybe if you pull hard enough, it’ll magically fix itself.

leehan notices from the doorway, leaning against the frame with a soft sigh. “y/n,” he calls gently. “don’t do that.”

you jump slightly, crossing your arms over your torso as if that’ll hide what you’re feeling. “I just look… puffy,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes. “bloated. gross.”

his expression falls instantly. like the idea of you thinking that about yourself physically pains him. he walks over, slow and deliberate, and wraps his arms around your middle from behind. his hands settle on your stomach, warm and firm and reassuring.

“you don’t look gross,” he says immediately, voice low against your ear. “you look like you. and I love you every single way you come.” his thumb strokes your waist gently, and you find yourself relaxing in his grip.

“let me love you enough for the both of us.”

woonhak:

“jesus, y/n—ew! don’t do that!”

you look up from your chicken wing covered in matcha ice cream like you’ve been caught red-handed, your cheeks puffy from the food you're currently consuming. woonhak can’t help but let out a huff of laughter from where he’s standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised from the surprise of catching his girlfriend stuffing her face with the weirdest food combination possible on the couch.

“...stop looking,” you grumble mid-bite, earning a soft chuckle in response. woonhak crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling back your hair to press a kiss to your cheek.

“this is like what I imagined pregnancy cravings to be,” he murmurs, unable to stop himself from wrinkling his nose when you take another bite. you only shrug in response, chewing on the chicken before swallowing.

“it’s good. you wanna try?” you ask innocently, holding up the half eaten wing. woonhak jerks away like you’re holding an axe, his expression instantly turning pained.

“god, no. you’re only getting a pass because you’re on your period.”

all of your friends had noticed—riwoo and woonhak had actually teased you two about being ‘more than friends’—but you and taesan didn’t really seem to care. from going to the kitchen together just to talk alone to sitting too close when the group played monopoly; something about the christmas spirit had made you both a little bolder than usual in expressing your affection.

for you, it was one of those days where excitement would come from the tiniest things—like your legs would be touching and neither of you moved. you’d always found taesan attractive, but today was different. there was a quiet intimacy that neither of you outright acknowledged, but it was definitely there. and maybe you enjoyed having a little fun embracing it for once, instead of shutting it out.

for taesan, on the other hand, every tiny touch or laugh was heart racing. he’d blamed his red ears on the alcohol, but who was he kidding? they were so obviously because of you.

it happened later in the night, when most of the group had migrated to the living room and the kitchen was temporarily empty. taesan followed you in without really thinking about it—something he’d been doing all night.

you were halfway through opening the fridge when a voice rang out from behind you. “Wait.”

you turned just in time to see riwoo standing in the doorway, a grin already forming. woonhak was right behind him, arms crossed far too innocently.

“you two,” riwoo said slowly, eyes flicking between you and taesan. “don’t move.”

taesan frowned. “what are you—”

before either of you could finish the question, woonhak reached up and taped something above the doorway with exaggerated care.

mistletoe.

you stared at it. then at them.

“are you serious?” you laughed, heat creeping up your face.

“very,” woonhak replied, backing away. “we’re just helping the christmas spirit along.”

“don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” riwoo added cheekily, the two of them already walking away.

taesan stood frozen beside you, ears burning bright red. “they did that on purpose.”

“obviously,” you said, still staring up at the mistletoe. neither of you moved.

for a moment, the air felt thick—charged. taesan glanced at you, then away, then back again. his voice was quieter when he spoke. “we don’t have to.”

“well… for the spirit of christmas,” you excused with a small chuckle, trying to sound as casual as possible.

a small laugh escaped him, nervous and breathless. “Okay.”

he slowly stepped in closer, giving you time. when you didn’t pull away, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. like he’d been waiting all night. one hand caught your hip, and you immediately leaned into the touch, eyes closing as you savoured the feeling of his lips on yours.

after a moment, taesan pulled back, his face still inches away from yours. his plump lips parted slightly, making him look a little dazed.

“wow,” he murmured breathlessly.

you smiled, tugging him back in by the sleeve for one more quick kiss.

somewhere down the hall, you heard woonhak whoop.

taesan groaned. “i hate them.”

you laughed, resting your forehead against his. “liar.”