#dreamwrld

the time on the clock reads 3.14am, but the time is the last thing on your mind as minho pounds into you on the living room couch. the bed would be comfier, but it’s harder to lose yourself in the throes of pleasure with han’s soft snores filling the bedroom. he’s been tired lately, exhausted, he deserves to sleep, not to mention the embarrassment you’d have to deal with if the sounds of you being fucked by your boyfriend woke him up. 

and so, you’d both creeped out of the room and to the nearest comfortable surface, which just so happened to be the couch. but that still doesn’t fully solve the sound problem. minho’s thrusts are too good, too delicious, for you to stay quiet. your own hand is pressed against your lips, trying to muffle the sound of your moans, but it’s not working. with every strong thrust of his hips, the strength in your body dissolves more and more, your hand slowly falling away from your mouth. 

it’s when a particularly loud moan tumbles from your throat that minho takes action, pressing his own palm against your lips. it works perfectly, your moans and cries are subdued, quiet enough that you won’t wake anyone, but still audible enough for minho himself to hear.