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you cut yourself off with a gasp as his hand slides down to grab your neck instead. he pushes forward, all but slamming you down on the bed and knocking your knees apart with his shoulders. he feels your pulse pick up under his fingers, your black heart rushing to pump that tar through your body in excitement, arousal.

"and?" he nods, still waiting for you to continue.

he squeezes your throat in warning when you don't, prompting your mouth open.

"and that y-you," you suck in a sharp breath when his free hand skims over your stomach, his palm gliding over your skin as he tugs on the hem of your shirt.

"t-that y-you've never.. made a woman come.."

"very good. look at you listening, baby.." he lifts up the shirt and looks into your eyes as he dips his fingers down your belt, the digits sliding down and finding your wet folds.

"what else, demon?"

you take a second to gather your bearings, trying so hard not to moan or buck into his hand.

"y-you sh-shouldn't.. it's- this.. you're sinning. with a demon."

he laughs, fingers slowly rubbing figure eights over your clit, making you whine and part your legs further.

"i am, yeah.." he huffs out another laugh. "you're planning to snitch on me?"

you huff right back, smiling mischievously, but it's weak with the soft friction against your entrance.

"m-maybe. what if i do?"

he chuckles, smirk turning dark when his hand presses harder on your neck. he leans down, sliding inside a finger that briefly distracts you, just enough for him to press up on you until you feel his firm chest over yours - his breath against your ear.

"you think they'd believe you, slut?"

he relishes in the reaction you give, shuddering and whimpering as your previously limp hands come up and clutch on to him for grounding.

he knows you a little too well to play your game - knows you like when he's a little mean, a little forceful.

"an angel's words against a demon whore," he huffs, amused and aroused at your reactions. "who do you think would they believe?"

ELRING, it's been a while

It feels like yesterday, but it's already been over 5 months Time flies so fast that half a year is just around the corner!! Time went by so fast at the training center I think I'm going faster after I got my own placement..!!

How are you all doing? You have to take care of your health in the cold weather Make sure you eat well!!

I said I'm going to gain weight, but I'm already 60kg I fell over. 🤣

You can tell that I gained weight even in the picture, right?Hah!

I'm really busy and living hard here in many ways! I've been developing myself, but these days, I've been playing guitar I'm learning!! I hope I can learn it hard and show it to you! It's been a long time, so I've been talking for a long time!

I had a day off because it was my birthday, so the unit gave me a day off to fight I took a good rest, but Elling will be finishing the day now, right?

I need to eat dinner and rest well!!

Then I'll come back next time!

Chan:

There’s rarely a day where Chan sleeps longer than you. Normally, he’s pretty busy with this or that and doesn’t have the luxury of faffing around in the mornings. That, coupled by frequent bouts of insomnia, makes sure that you are the first and last one in bed. Today, however, was one of those rarities that you so relished. Bundled so perfectly in the sheets, Chan snores in hushed tones that are melodic to your ears. You quietly lie next to him, threading your fingers through his unruly curls and just appreciate the serenity. He stirs ever so softly, just enough to let you know he’s awake but not so much to startle you and lose the feeling of your fingers stroking his hair. A small chuckle falls from your lips and he mimics you almost instantly. “Shhh,” you hush him, hands never ceasing, “Go back to sleep.” “No,” he says with certainty, although his faux adamancy in waking is short lived as you place a soft kiss on top of his head. “Just five more minutes.”“Just five more minutes,” you repeat with a smile.

Minho: 

A day’s work is usually wearisome for you but today was an entirely new level of exhaustion. Rest is calling your name, taunting you as you lumber your way into your shared apartment and just as you kick your shoes off your tired feet, an aromatic aroma of the most pleasant scents waft about you. Curious and feeling a lot more awake, you follow the succulent smells radiating from the kitchen and smile once you locate the source. Minho’s shirt sleeves are rolled loosely around his elbows and an apron adorns his torso in a snug fit. He barely seems to notice you, so engrossed in frying a medley of colourful vegetables so when you gently clear your throat, his eyes widen ever so slightly as he finally takes notice. “Ah you’re home already?” he observes, a hint of panic laced underneath his cool exterior, “I thought I’d have more time to finish.” You shake your head and laugh quietly, taking a seat at the breakfast bar while letting your head lean on your hands, “Lose track of time?” 

With a heaving sigh and a delicate nod, he resumes cooking but not without a stern telling for you to go and unwind while he finishes up. 

“Five more minutes,” he says matter-of-factly, adding final seasonings to the vivid assortment, “Go relax, honey.”

Changbin:

Nights of drinking with friends are something you hold dear to you; time is precious since you work so often. At the time, you are without care. In the morning to follow however, with head hazy and ears ringing, you begin to wonder if it was worth it. With struggle, you manage to sit up in bed and notice immediately the absence of your boyfriend Changbin. “Bin?” You croak and decide that you definitely  need water,  “Bin?”

There’s some rustling from elsewhere in the house, the sharp ringing in your ears prevents you from knowing the exact source but with a guess, the kitchen. “Just wait five more minutes!” You hear Changbin yell and you wonder just what he’s up to. Then, silence once more. For a while, you sit there; watching the minutes tick past when finally you huff in annoyance and decide to go see just what’s going on. Just as you gain momentum to move, footsteps approach. Changbin appears in the doorframe, still dressed in the hoodie and sweatpants he sleeps in with a smile reaching ear to ear. In his hand are various breakfast items gathered neatly on a tray with a tall glass of water on the side. 

“Breakfast,” he states with a notion towards the tray, “Thought you’d need it after last night.”  

How did you end up so lucky?

Hyunjin: 

To say Hyunjin is a deep sleeper is an understatement; he’s notorious for sleeping through even the loudest alarms and most vigorous shakes. ‬It’s only when you wriggle free from his grasp and climb out of bed to start your day that he gently stirs from his slumber, head propped up on the palms of his hands with eyes still fluttered closed. “Come back to bed,” he’d demand in a deep whisper, throat full of unfinished dreams. “Five more minutes.”  When you sternly tell him that, no—you have things to do today, he would pout. With eyes still closed and a furrowed brow, he’d hover the duvet so delicately in the air and grunt in disapproval. Now you can see him clearly in the morning light, wrapped in your favourite grey hoodie with his knees almost touching his chest.