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Chan is the type of guy to come home late from the studio just to find you waiting for him, asleep, on the couch.

Chan is the type to feel the most guilty about it. but what heightens the emotion is how he finds himself entranced by the sight of you peacefully sleeping. dozed off, your chest heaves up and down at an easy pace.

Chan is the type of guy to climb on top of you, one hand resting at your hip and the other against the couch's backrest; pressing kisses to your forehead then your cheek while muttering soft words like, "baby wake up. you didn't have to wait for me, let's go to bed."

Chan is the type to try and hide his hard-on as he brings your drowsy figure to your shared bedroom, not wanting to bother you too much. however, you notice rather quickly, the pink dusting his ears catching the dim lighting.

Chan is the type of guy to try to seem shocked as you gently push him onto the bed, but that was the only thing on his mind while he nuzzled his face onto your neck to breathe you in affectionately (no interior motives, he swears).

Chan is the type to take a deep, ragged, breath the second you tug off his pants. cool air meets his aching cock, precum glistening at the tip.

Chan is the type to twitch as you wrap your hand around him, thumb soothing the vein on his side. he shudders, lips parting into a gasp that curls into a praise as you slowly jerk him off.

Chan is the type to throw his head back the moment your wet warm mouth envelopes him. engulfing him to the brim, the sleepiness in your eyes while you choke on his cock has him moaning pathetically.

Chan is the type to get close too soon, the feels of you around him too much to bear. finally getting to unwind after a long day. his legs quiver, tense and shaky around your head. you press two palms on his thighs, calming his tremor.

Chan is the type to curl a hand into your hair, more grounding than controlling. he'll do it because he doesn't know where to keep his hands, and you're so so pretty that he has to push your hair from the view.

Chan is the type of guy that one eye contact is enough to undo him. a broken groan (whimper) flying out of his mouth, shivering as his high crashes down. warm cum spurts inside your mouth, swallowing every last bit of it, just to pull of him and show him your clean tongue.

Chan is the type of guy to chuckle about your dirty behavior, as if he wasn't a flustered mess about it. trying to play it cool by grabbing you up and kissing your saliva coated lips. tasting himself on you, his cock throbs again. really he can't help it when you're this good to him...

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Han is the type of guy to wake you up in the middle of the night — 2 a.m, 3 a.m? he doesn't care. he tried to, but he's not the most patient man out there.

He'll take in your drowsiness and tired grumbles. murmuring soft apologies in your ear; pressing gentle kisses to the curve of your neck; an attempt at buttering you up. hoping that maybe you'd notice the bulge pressing at your lower back and realize how horny he's been.

Han who shamelessly ruts against the swell of your ass, voice getting breather with each grind. begging you to please let him rid of your pants.

barely registering your answer, a nod is sufficient for him to tug the barrier off. keeping your panties on, he slides his cock between your folds, wetting your cum with his leaking precum.

Han who's a moaning mess just from gliding his cock back and forth on your now-soaked pussy. blabbering about how wet you are and to allow him inside already.

Han whose voice cracks into a whimper as you squeeze your thighs around him, trapping him into quick, shallow, thrusts. he nudges your clit with every jerk of hips, tilting your face towards him so that his mouth swallows your own quiet moans with a messy kiss.

Han who doesn't get the opportunity to slide inside before he's cumming all over your pussy, white stripes landing inside your panties, forming a sticky wet patch on the fabric. he's panting, fingers digging into your hips as he struggles to catch his breath.

Han who thanks you endlessly for this, yapping about how much he loves you and that you're the best in this world. slowly drifting back to sleep, pretending that he isn't going to wake you up soon again for another of his horny antics.

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Felix is the type of guy to beg you to put on a horror movie despite his well-known poor tolerance for them. He'll be convincing, smooth voice promising that he won't back out midway, pecking off the skeptical frown that creases your face.

Felix is the type of guy who uses his cowardice as the perfect excuse to slip under the covers while you're distracted. heart beating faster, you barely notice his disappearance until a warm palm slides down your legs, soothing the arising goosebumps.

Felix who'd ignore the confused questions that leaves your mouth, answering them through his actions by pressing a kiss to the expanse of your thigh.

Felix is the type to hush you, telling you to focus back onto the movie. but it's just impossible when he's rucking your shirt up your stomach, planting slow kisses to your tummy and below your belly-button. nibbling onto the meat of your thighs. the movie fades into white noises.

Felix who kisses you over your panties. a tease before licking a strip of the damp fabric, groaning at the faint taste that hits him. soon growing sick of his own antics, pushing the fabric aside to his meal.

Felix who wastes no time in enveloping his puffy lips around your clit, sucking lightly before laying his tongue flat against your folds. licking a fat stripe off your arousal.

Felix whose confidence spikes with how you grip the covers above him, arm sliding underneath the sheets to take a hold of his hair. the fact that you can't see him turns him on the most.

He'll feel you getting closer, bridging over as he eases you through it with slow, loving, movements of his mouth against you. well, that's how he views it. for truth, he's spreading your folds apart, tongue diving and making out with your cunt. low groans vibrating through your clit as he sucks on it. taking in your shakiness, he'll let you cum all over his face, happily slurping the fluids that leaks out of you.

Felix is the type to heave back up jolly. cute smile adorning his expression while his mouth glistens under the dim lighting of the movie. Pecking your lips while assuring you that you did good. however, he brings your wrist to his bulge, palming the fabric of his pants. relationships are give and take, right? he's scared too, please take care of him.

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Minho is the type of guy to pull you onto his laps the moment he gets home from practice, well used to how fast it takes for you to fold whenever he grabs your wrist and jerks you towards him.

Minho is the type of guy to start with a quick kiss. hand sliding to cradle your jaw, pushing the hair away from your face before going for another kiss. slower this time, letting it linger.

Minho is the type of guy to press his lips against the corner of your mouth, your jaw, and then your neck. teeth nipping and sucking at your sweetest spots.

Minho is the type of guy to chuckle against your skin as your breathing gets uneven, soft whines parting from your lips with every contact on your sensitive skin.

Minho is the type of guy to lay two strong palms flat on your rear, grounding you down fully on him. on his laps, pussy right above his aching cock.

Minho is the type of guy to guide you on him. moving your hips at a torturous pace, slow, almost non existent just to feel you squirm and whine in his hold.

Minho is the type of guy to grin at your desperation, but in reality, he's as pathetic for you. painfully leaking in his boxers, he needs the friction just as much as you do, if it wasn't for his pretense.

Minho is the type of guy to roll your hips on him after a given time, his grip maneuvering you exactly how he knows you both like it. his praises get shakier by the seconds, falling slump against the couch to let you do your thing at some point.

Minho is the type of guy whose lips curl the messier your grinds turn. watching you pitifully try to chase your high despite the barrier of your clothes. somehow, the rustle of clothes feel dirtier than anything else.

Minho is the type of guy to tease you when your face contorts to one of pleasure, pussy throbbing inside your panties. whispering and murmuring things like, "you gon cum like this, jagi? by humping me like some pillow?" while knowing damn well that he's close too with how his fingers tighten on your flesh.

Minho is the type of guy to roll his hips with yours from under, cock thrusting into your clothed folds shamelessly, bumping with your clit on every movement. the two of you a desperate tangle of limbs hoping for something euphoric.

Minho is the type of guy whose voice breaks further the closer he gets. turning to your mouth in an attempt at muffling his loud whines. pushing his tongue against yours, his saliva mixes with yours, escaping and dripping at the corners of your mouth.

Minho is the type of guy who frowns as he comes undone, brows pinching above his tightly shut eyes. feeling the front of his pants soak up, quickly followed by your own. the sound of ragged breathing echoing past the corners of the living room, staring at each other with a dumb smile.

Minho is the type of guy to flip your positions, laying you flat on the cushions to kiss you down your neck to your collarbone. smiling at the chuckles that leaves your chest, he climbs back up to your face, pecking your lips as he undoes his belt with a click. "let's do it properly now, hm?"

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