#def sol

Please talk thing over with your partner, my darlings~

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“Why do you never listen?” Kihyun asked through gritted teeth, while thrusting his hips roughly, making you moan loudly and thrash in his strong hold.

Grinning he snapped his hips faster, sucking a bruise into the smooth skin of your neck. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you flip the two of you around, the change of angle ripping groans from both of your throats. Placing your hands on his strong chest, you lift your hips to drop back down onto his cock hard.

“Because you know I’m right,” you hiss through gritted teeth, grinding your hips down hard while raking your nails down his chest, making your boyfriend growl low in his throat.

“No you aren’t,” Kihyun spat, firmly placing his feet into the mattress to fuck up into you mercilessly.

“Fuck,” you cursed, throwing your head back in pleasure. He felt so good inside you, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction to take control right now. You had to make a point.

Panting hard, you met his every thrust with a move of your own, your skin slapping together lewdly. The sound filled the silent room along with your moans and low curses.

“Admit it princess,” Kihyun demanded, roughly rubbing your clit in tight circles when he felt his own orgasm about to crash over him.

“Never,” you hissed back, looking down at him with hooded eyes, taking in his wrecked appearance. When his hips started to loose their rhythm, you grinned triumphal. “Cum inside me, baby.”

The words hadn’t even left your lips completely when Kihyun let out a deep growl, burying himself deep inside your wet heat before he painted your insides white. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you along with his fingers stimulating your clit was enough to push you over the edge as well, a scream of his name leaving your lips before you collapsed on top of him.

For a while you both just laid there, trying to catch your breaths. “I’m right though,” you murmured into Kihyun’s chest. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss into your hair, tilting his head so he could look at the object that had fueled your argument in the first place.

Yunho: “Indeed I’m back! Couldn’t leave you alone for too long, could I? The markets, yes, I really loved getting to go back there. It’s been so long since I went to the festival or even set foot on Kebos, so I truly loved it. I kept Yeosang in one piece so I’m doing quite well. As for ice skating, yes I have! Only when I was very young though. My father would take me on days where my mother was too busy to join us at the festival. I’d say I’ve gotten rather good at it, so I could most definitely keep you on your feet if we were to go together.”

But why would I do that? 😇

~~*~~

It‘s way past midnight when you entered the code to the door of Changkyun‘s studio, he had promised to be home hours ago. When you carefully stepped into the dark room, you couldn’t fight back the smile soreading across your lips.

Soft beats were playing from his speakers while he was staring at his screen in concentration. Silently you walked over to him and suddenly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, making him let out an unmanly yelp he would later on deny to have ever made.

“You scared me, sweetheart,” he chuckled and turned around in his swivel chair, tugging at your waist until you complied and climbed onto his lap. Smiling up at you, he wrapped his arms around you more tightly before he buried his head in your chest.

Giggling you threaded your fingers through his thick hair and massaged his scalp. “I missed you today,” you told him, kissing his head gently.

Sighing Changkyun re-emerged from where he had pillowed his head on your boobs. “I’m sorry I’m working so much right now. I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart,” he promised, squeezing your waist reassuringly and giving you a dimpled smile.

And just why should I let you breathe when you keep tagging me in demon!San content? 👀

~~*~~

Changkyun had been searching for his new favorite grey hoodie for quite some now and it began to drive him insane. He had even accused Minhyuk of stealing it straight from his closet in their shared room.

Sighing he threw the pile of dirty laundry back into the hamper before strolling to the living room area.

Which is where you sat, snuggled into exactly that hoodie he had been searching, hands tucked into the too long sleeves, playing a game on your phone. Acting innocently as if you hadn’t just stolen his precious belonging.

“Babyyy~,” Changkyun whined, plopping down on the sofa next to you, putting his head in your lap, a pout on his lips.

Smiling down at him, you threaded your hands through his hair. “What is it?”

“Someone stole my favorite hoodie,” he pouted, rubbing his head into your palm.

“Oh no, how dare they,” you chuckled, tapping his pouty lips with your finger. “Who would do such a cruel thing?”

I just made myself sad while thinking about Hoseok and wrote this 😢

~~*~~

Like he had voiced thoughts about him thinking that he isn’t good enough or that he has to work harder.

Imagine being worried about him when he hadn’t texted back all day. When Hoseok didn’t even pick up a call from you, you decided to drive over to the dorms. Something was wrong.

When you came into the dorm, you found the six other boys in the living room, the apartment suddenly silent.

“He is in his room,” Hyunwoo explained.

Nodding, you made your way over and softly knocked on his door before slipping into the dark room. When your eyes had adjusted, you could make out a Hoseok-sized lump on the bed below a blanket.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s me,” you said softly, running your hand along his spine, feeling the tension in the muscles. He just whimpered in response, peeking his head out.

“Hey,” you repeat yourself, gently cupping your boyfriend’s cheek, rubbing at the silent tears that were falling from his eyes.

Omg I’m so soft for this 🥺

~~*~~

Like I just imagined you two tidying up a little. He would pick up random socks that were lying around when you caught his eye while you were wiping the dust off of the counter where a couple of picture frames were standing.

And he caught you smiling at a picture someone had taken of you two standing cuddled up in front of the big window in your living room a couple of months ago, your finger gently tracing the frame.

His heart would just skip a beat and he legit had to sit down, a goofy smile on his lips, trying to understand how such a wonderful person could love him back.

“What’s that look?” You would ask when you realized he wasn’t helping to clean anymore.

I don’t know why but that “he probablz smells great” made me laugh 😂

~~*~~

It had been a long week without seeing your boyfriend because of his busy schedule and you missed him badly. But luckily you had stolen one of his oversized sweaters the last time he had been in your apartment. Every time the feeling inside your chest became too much, you would pull it out of your hiding spot and slip it on.

Pulling the collar up with your sweaterpaws, you inhaled deeply and were immediately surrounded by Hyungwon‘s comforting scent. You couldn’t quite describe it except for the fact that it somehow just smelled like home and always made you calm down. It wasn’t as good as a real hug but it was as close as it would get.

Sighing you padded out of your bedroom and into your living room space. You weren’t in the mood to cook, so you’d probably just order something. But when you surrounded the corner, the smell of food already awaited you and the sight of your boyfriend unboxing takeout containers greeted you.

“Won?” You asked, confusion obvious in your voice.

Turning around with a bright smile, the man in question didn’t say anything. Instead his mouth hang open and his cheeks started turning pink as he took in you appearance.

“Is that my sweater?” He asked after he had cleared his voice.

Nodding shyly, you tugged the garment further down, so it would cover more of your exposed thighs.

I swear no one switches moods as fast as you do 😂

~~*~~

He had complained to you all day via text messages how much his throat hurt and how he felt like his head would split open any second because of his headache. But when you came home after work you found him cleaning the kitchen counter.

“I thought you were dying,” you say, a sharp edge to your voice.

“I am,” Kihyun rasped before turning towards you. He really didn’t look good. “But the kitchen was dirty and it’s driving me insane.” As if on cue he sneezed loudly and groaned in pain.

“That’s it.” You said, voice stern as you grabbed his hand and basically shoved him into the couch and tucked a blanket around him. “Stay there,” you ordered.

Sighing you went back to the kitchen to unpack and to start cooking chicken soup for your boyfriend. How was he always this stubborn? If he was sick he should just lay down and rest, yet he was cleaning the apartment.

A shriek escapes your lips when two arm sneaked around your waist and pulled you against a firm chest. “Thank you...” Kihyun mumbled quietly, wrapping the blanket about both of you and nuzzling into your neck. “You don’t have to do this...”