#m:lc

You gape at the senior. Months of waiting to get laid by Lee Chan and you will only have enough time for a quickie. That’s not nearly enough time to fulfill all the filthy promises you had made to him--  but then you imagine the relief of finally feeling Chan’s hands on you, ridding you of your swimsuit and taking you fast and hard against the kitchen counter, and the way you clench around nothing has you quickly relenting. “Yup, I’ll come back in 15 minutes!” 

“We also need a referee, so can you make sure that Chan comes too?” Seungkwan asks as he sets up. 

“Oh, I think they can definitely make sure Chan comes.” You hate that you’re the only one who catches Jeonghan’s eyebrow wiggle when he locks eyes with you. 

Thankfully you’re also the only one who catches his meaning, saving you from feeling any more heat and humiliation. “Sure thing!” you chirp, but your eyes are shooting daggers at Jeonghan who only lets out a delighted cackle. The sound echoes after you as you turn to finally run up the hill to the lake house.  

15 minutes, your ass. You’re going to take your sweet time. 

Once you reach the sliding glass doors, you spot Chan, who is very obviously not retrieving more sunscreen as he had stated. Instead, he is sitting on the couch of the downstairs lounge. Waiting. For you. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your excitement, which is now bubbling pleasantly at the pit of your stomach, as you slowly slide the door open. 

“Took you long enough,” Chan says once your eyes meet, though his gaze quickly slides down, properly drinking in the sight of you in your bathing suit, which still clings to you from your dip in the lake. When his eyes return to yours, you see how his eyes have gone dark with the same want you have been bearing for months now. 

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” You stride up to where he’s sitting, and he takes hold of your hips with impatient hands, pulling you into him as your lips finally, finally meet. 

Immediately, you move to straddle him, and settle on top of his lap with a small whine. The kiss is as desperate as it is indulgent as you both take the time to savor the feeling of lips and tongue and teeth with little breaths in between. Chan’s fingers feel warm as they slide over your torso in search of bare skin, pressing his hands into your ribcage and back down to your waist where he squeezes and pulls you closer.

“Fuck,” he grits out against your lips, guiding you to grind your hips over him again. Both your bathing suits leave little up to the imagination, and you let out a shaky moan when you  feel how he is already half hard in his swim shorts. Your own flimsy suit rubs against your clit deliciously, and you grab onto Chan’s shoulders for some sort of support as you quickly lose yourself in the small taste of pleasure. And unsurprisingly, you only feel hungry for more.

You reach down to take hold of one of Chan’s wandering hands and guide it to cup over your breast, nipples already pebbled and sensitive underneath the damp fabric. A shiver runs up your spine, a quiet whine slipping past your lips, once he runs his thumb over the nubs teasingly. “Ch-chan,” you plead, and he knows exactly what you’re begging for, but he just continues lightly grazing over your breast and pressing hot kisses to your throat. “We need to—mmh— w-we need to hurry.”

Downing her first glass, her attention turned towards the TV above the bar. Of course, of course it was a broadcast of his group's performance. And it was live. She loved watching her boyfriend through a glass screen. Absolutely. Loved. It.

“Turn it up!” Someone shouted from the back.

Without meaning to, she groaned loudly, earning her some confused looks from the people around her. But, being the loyal and supportive girlfriend that she was, she watched them perform thousands of miles away. She watched the love of her life dance with everything he had, she watched him give the performance of his life. And as their number finished and the crowd roared in applause, she had to admit that she loved it. She really did.

Once they were done, they zoomed in on all the members, allowing them all to give their own speeches. When it came to Chan, she felt her heart race. Somehow, despite the fact that they’d been dating for two years now, he still had that effect on her. She was just that hopelessly in love with him.

“Is there something you want to say?” The announcer asked Chan. “Anything at all?”

He nodded cutely, giving the whole world that adorable smile of his. “Babe! I hope you’re watching! You better be watching! I’ve been texting you all day!”

She sat up straighter in her seat, pulling out her cellphone to see an unread message from him an hour or so ago. It was simple, making sure that she would watch the performance, paired with at least 83 hearts of varying shapes and sizes. And two pictures of him getting his makeup done.

“I love you!” He exclaimed suddenly, hiding his face behind his baggy sleeve. “I know I don’t see you a lot, I know you miss me and I want to apologize for that. I miss you too. So much. But I also want you to know that I appreciate all the late night texts, and all the times you facetime me to make sure I’ve eaten, you’ve stood by me through it all. You’ve stood with me through so much, I just have one last thing to ask of you.“

He paused for a second, looking to his fellow members for—something. Reassurance? Guidance? Encouragement? Courage?

“Will you—" He stammered, his face turning beat red. “Will you marry me?”

Caught off guard, she nearly spit her drink across the bar. And while the entire world either cheered in excitement or cried in despair, she struggled to reattach her jaw. Obviously she had heard him wrong, because if she heard him correctly—she didn’t want to think about it. There was no way—no way that Chan just proposed to her on live TV.

Fumbling for her phone, she dialled a very important number. She knew that she wasn’t going to get a hold of him, but someone on his management team was going to hand him a phone some way or another if they didn’t want her hopping on a plane and crashing their entire tour. Because she definitely would.

“Sunbaenim?” She asked. “I think you know who I’m trying to get a hold of.”

Looking back up at the TV, she saw a nervous assistant fuss with Jeongguk’s earpiece.

“Babe?” He said into his mic with a smile. “I assume you saw all of that.”

“Yeah.” She muttered. “I did. Thanks for that.”

He didn’t say anything for a second. “And? What do you say?”

“Well, if you want the honest truth.” She started, tapping her chin. “Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. I’m trying to decide which I’m feeling right now.”

He chuckled easily. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Ask me again when you get home, idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “No way I’m agreeing to marry you when you’re in America.”

“I get that.” He smiled, staring into the camera like he was staring right at her. “See you when we get home?”

HOSHI: on god… soonyoung is a sex maniac. he just loves everything about getting his dick wet lol. additionally, he thrives off the reactions of his partner being pleased as well, so it’s the biggest win-win ever. he’s such a needy boy; even if him and his partner are simply snuggling together on the couch, it won’t be long before there’s something hard poking into their thigh. soonyoung is embarrassed for about point two seconds, but then a minute later there’s a messy make-out going on filled with tongue and teeth while soonyoung attempts to guide his dick inside them. soonyoung and his partner have probably fucked everywhere in the dorms, in his parent’s house, in the PRACTICE ROOM. pls this boy is so horny… ;w;

woozi: okay so i was sort of conflicted on whether to put him on this list, just because he can be a very lethargic person who appreciates his solitude. but on the slip side, i feel that jihoon has so much contained emotion needing release. he wants a partner that is able to read from his stature alone how he’s feeling and what he craves, because he’s not really one for openly admitting it. like sometimes he just wants his partner to come to the studio and suck his dick for a good hour, while on other occasions he yearns to come home, march into the the bedroom and just bury his face between their legs, making them come until they can’t even walk. (little sidenote: jihoon loves really soft sex where there’s so many gentle strokes and sweet praises. he needs this moment at the end of every week when he’s all tired out)