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Jul 6

hiiii! May i ask for a enhypen reacts to when you say their name in your sleep?

I'LL MEET YOU IN MY SLEEP ✶ saying their name in your sleep

𝐢𝒏𝐝𝐞𝒙 ✸ ot7 x fem! reader 5.3k ( approx 760 words ) fluff established relationship! au ୨୧ mentions of sleeptalking, nightmares, being drunk nicknames (baby, babe, angel, love)

이 HEESEUNG 🎧️ while you were sleeping brothersu, se o

heeseung had been at his desk for hours — the same posture, the same focused look, the same mechanical clicking of his mouse that filled the otherwise quiet room. the only difference was that tonight, yn was there too, tucked into his apartment like she belonged, because she did. she had arrived around seven, hair damp from her shower and face glowing with that lazy evening softness. he’d greeted her at the door with a gentle kiss on her lips, then another on her cheek — one of those thoughtless little gestures that always made her melt — before muttering, “just one more game, i promise.”

that had been two hours ago.

now, the soft hum of his pc fans blended with his low voice as he spoke into his mic, laughing occasionally, muttering quick instructions to his teammates. yn had spent the first half-hour curled up on his bed, scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing over at him. she didn’t mind at first — he looked good like this, his brows furrowed, his lips curved in focus, the glow of the screen catching the edge of his jaw. but after the second, and then third, “last game,” she sighed.

she tried subtle first — little hums from the bed, the shuffle of her blanket, her soft, “hee.”

he responded with a distracted hum, still clicking away.

then a slightly louder, “heeseung.”

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked, sweet as ever but not looking away from his monitor.

“nothing,” she muttered, even though she was obviously pouting.

a few minutes later, she tried again, her voice dipping into that tone she knew got to him. “hee~”

this time, he smiled — she heard it in the small chuckle under his breath — but he only murmured, “almost done angel, promise.”

she huffed and threw her phone aside, crossing her arms dramatically before walking over to him. he didn’t notice at first until he felt her presence behind him — the warmth of her hovering close. then, without a word, she climbed into his lap, shifting until she was comfortable, her hands curled to her chest and her head resting against his collarbone.

he glanced down, startled, a grin tugging at his lips. “hey-”

“shh,” she whispered sleepily, eyes fluttering closed. “you’ve been saying that for the last hour.”

he laughed softly but didn’t protest, resting one hand on her thigh as he continued playing with his other. it was cute at first — the way she tucked her face into his neck, her breathing steady and warm against his skin. but soon, the rhythm of her breath deepened. she’d fallen asleep like that, tangled around him, while he kept playing, torn between amusement and fondness.

then it happened.

her voice, soft and airy, slipped out between breaths. “hee…”

heeseung froze mid-move.

he turned his head slightly, lips brushing her hairline as he listened. she shifted in his lap, her hand slipping up to rest flat against his chest. then again, a little louder, a little breathier — “seungie..”

the corners of his mouth lifted. he took one side of his headset off, his voice dropping into something low and tender. “yeah, baby?” he murmured, just to see if she’d respond.

her fingers twitched, curling against his shirt, and she mumbled something else, half incoherent. he leaned in, still smiling.

“what was that?” he whispered, amused.

and then she said it — muffled but clear enough to make his heart stop for a beat. “miss you.”

heeseung blinked, confusion flickering across his face before it softened into something else entirely — warmth, guilt, affection all tangled together.

“you miss me?” he whispered back, even though she was clearly asleep. “but i’m right here.”

she didn’t answer, of course. just sighed and nuzzled closer, her breath fanning over his neck.

he sat there for a few seconds, looking at the half-finished match on his screen, then at her peaceful face. the game didn’t seem all that important anymore. with a quiet exhale, he reached forward, closed out of it, and shut the pc off. the glow of the monitors dimmed, leaving only the golden light of his bedside lamp illuminating the room.

he wrapped an arm under her legs and another behind her back, lifting her effortlessly. she stirred, murmuring something unintelligible against his chest, but didn’t wake.

“yeah, yeah,” he whispered, smiling. “you miss me, huh?”

he carried her to his bed, pulling the blanket back with one hand before lowering her onto the mattress. she immediately reached for him in her sleep — the instinctive little tug at his shirt that made his chest ache. so he didn’t bother leaving.

he slid in beside her, pulling her close until her head found its place over his heart. her fingers curled into the fabric of his tee, and her breathing steadied again.

he brushed his thumb over her temple, whispering softly, “next time, i’ll stop at one game.”

박 JAY 🎧️ lay your head on me crush

the late afternoon sun spilled lazily through the car windows, turning everything gold — the road ahead, the passing trees, even the sleepy curve of yn’s smile as she talked for what felt like hours straight. the car was alive with her voice; animated, expressive, and filled with laughter that made everyone else grin even when they pretended to be tired of it.

ness was driving, one hand on the wheel and the other drumming along to the faint beat of the music. jake was in the passenger seat, turned halfway around so he could join in the conversation — or rather, the commentary on yn’s endless storytelling. jay, sunghoon, and yn occupied the backseat, squeezed close but comfortable, the kind of closeness that only came after years of friendship and road trips that never went quite as planned.

but as the miles stretched on, her energy finally began to fade. her words slowed, her voice softened, and eventually, the chatter lulled into quiet murmurs. jay was scrolling idly through his phone when he noticed she’d gone silent.

when he turned to look, her head had lolled slightly to the side, cheek resting against the headrest. a few strands of hair had fallen into her face, and her lips parted slightly as she breathed evenly. she looked peaceful — the kind of peace jay rarely saw when she was awake and buzzing with life.

a few minutes later, as the road hummed beneath them, her head tilted again — this time landing squarely on sunghoon’s shoulder.

sunghoon blinked, then looked down at her with mild surprise before smirking. “oh?” he teased, glancing toward jay.

jay, who had been half-lost in his thoughts, didn’t immediately notice until sunghoon gave a not-so-subtle nudge. “dude,” he whispered, grinning. “you seeing this?”

jay looked up — and there she was, nestled comfortably against sunghoon like it was the most natural thing in the world. his jaw tensed for a second, though he knew better than to actually get jealous. they were all close, and yn was someone who, even in her sleep, just found warmth.

sunghoon, of course, didn’t let the moment pass quietly. “she’s really comfy,” he said, leaning back a little, clearly trying to get a rise out of jay.

jay rolled his eyes, leaning his head back against the seat. “don’t start,” he muttered, voice even but his hand was already reaching for hers.

he found it easily, her fingers relaxed in her lap and threaded his through them. his thumb brushed over her knuckles gently, almost instinctively.

sunghoon caught it, his grin widening. “possessive much?” he teased quietly.

jay didn’t bother answering. he just squeezed her hand lightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he murmured under his breath, “she’s mine even when she’s asleep.”

for a few more minutes, sunghoon amused himself by gently twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers, smirking when jay shot him a warning glare. “relax, lover boy. she’s asleep,” sunghoon said with a chuckle.

ness and jake were oblivious up front, lost in their own conversation about where to stop for dinner. the car was warm, the sun dipping lower, and the steady rhythm of the road made everything feel unhurried.

then it happened.

yn shifted slightly, her brows furrowing as if she were dreaming. her grip on jay’s hand tightened faintly before she breathed out his name.

“seong..”

it was soft, barely audible, but it cut through the quiet like a secret meant only for him.

jay froze. his head turned instinctively toward her, eyes wide for a second before softening. her lips parted again, her voice low and slurred with sleep.

“love you…” she mumbled faintly, her head still resting against sunghoon’s shoulder.

sunghoon blinked, eyebrows shooting up as he turned to look at jay, who was already trying — and failing — to hide the smug little smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“oh wow,” sunghoon whispered, pretending to look impressed. “didn’t know she talked in her sleep and confessed to you every time.”

“shut up,” jay said, though the amusement in his tone betrayed him.

without saying more, he gently shifted, slipping his arm around yn and easing her toward him instead. she moved naturally, her body following his warmth like she was meant to be there. her head found his shoulder, her cheek pressing into his hoodie as if she was finally comfortable.

jay pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there for a moment. the scent of her shampoo — faint lavender and something sweet — filled his senses, grounding him completely.

“she’s definitely dreaming about you,” sunghoon said, still smirking but quieter now.

“yeah,” jay murmured, eyes still on her. “i know.”

심 JAKE 🎧️ by my side - dream edit honne

by the time jake got home, it was well past midnight. the apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came when the world outside had gone still. his keys jingled softly as he unlocked the door, stepping into the dimly lit space that already felt warmer just knowing she was inside.

he dropped his jacket onto the couch and padded down the hallway, the faint glow from the bedroom spilling out through the half-open door. he didn’t have to peek in to know she’d fallen asleep waiting for him — she always did.

when he pushed the door open, the sight made him pause for a second. yn was curled up on her side, hair spread messily across the pillow, her hand clutching the corner of his hoodie that she must’ve grabbed before bed. the blanket had slipped halfway down her shoulder, and her breathing came slow and even, the rise and fall of her chest in that steady, familiar rhythm he loved.

jake’s expression softened instantly. every trace of exhaustion from the night out seemed to melt away just looking at her. he leaned down, brushing his fingers lightly over her hair before pressing a quiet kiss to her forehead — his nightly ritual, whether she was awake or not.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he murmured, even though he knew she couldn’t hear him.

he lingered for a moment longer, just watching her. then, moving as quietly as possible, he headed to the bathroom. the sound of running water filled the air, the soft thud of his clothes being tossed aside, the faint scent of his body wash curling into the air — fresh, clean, distinctly him.

when he came out again, his hair was damp, dark strands clinging to his forehead. he wore nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, the rest of him still glistening faintly from the shower. he ran a towel through his hair lazily as he crossed the room, careful not to make noise as he slid under the covers beside her.

the mattress dipped with his weight, and almost immediately, she stirred.

her brows knit slightly, a soft sound escaping her throat as she shifted under the blanket. then, like muscle memory, she reached for him in her sleep — one hand brushing blindly across the sheets until she found warmth.

jake froze for a second, the towel falling forgotten from his hand as she moved closer, tucking herself against him with a soft sigh.

“jakey…” she breathed, the sound muffled and dreamy, but the way she said his name — quiet, needy, affectionate — hit him straight in the chest.

he smiled, the kind of small, private smile that no one else ever saw.

“hi, baby,” he whispered, his voice tender and low, careful not to wake her. he turned slightly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his bare chest. the warmth of her body fit against his perfectly, her cheek pressed to his skin where his heartbeat was steady beneath her ear.

she let out another little whine, his name tumbling from her lips again, softer this time — almost like a sigh of relief. her hand curled against his ribs as though anchoring herself there, and he could feel her breath fan warmly across his skin.

he chuckled quietly, brushing his thumb over the curve of her jaw before pressing a kiss to her cheek, then another to the corner of her mouth. “you’re even clingy in your sleep,” he whispered with a grin, his breath warm against her temple.

but instead of pulling away, she moved again — instinctively, unconsciously — tucking herself closer until her face was buried in the crook of his neck. the faint sound of her content hum vibrated against his skin, and then he felt it — the softest brush of her lips as she pressed a sleepy kiss there, still half-lost to her dreams.

jake’s breath hitched. it wasn’t deliberate — she wasn’t even awake — but it was enough to make his chest tighten in that stupid, helpless way she always managed to. he smiled again, eyes fluttering shut as he let his chin rest lightly atop her head.

the scent of his soap clung to both of them now — clean linen and something faintly woody — and she seemed to relax fully at that, her body melting into his. her breathing steadied, and she went still again, safe and warm in his hold.

jake tightened his arm around her waist just a little, enough to keep her close without disturbing her sleep. his other hand moved slowly through her hair, brushing it back from her face before he whispered, more to himself than to her, “you always find me, don’t you?”

박 SUNGHOON 🎧️ i'm in love with you the 1975

it was late — far too late — the kind of hour where the world outside felt like it was holding its breath. the faint hum of sunghoon’s laptop filled the bedroom, the only light coming from the screen casting a dim, bluish glow over his face. his eyes were focused, jaw set as he clicked and typed quietly, one hand occasionally running through his hair in concentration.

he’d promised her he’d sleep soon.

actually, he’d sworn he would — an hour ago, right before she’d fallen asleep. she’d been curled up on her side, hair falling across her face, her voice soft and a little pouty as she mumbled, “just sleep soon hoon, please. you said that yesterday too.”

he’d laughed, leaning down to kiss her lips. “i mean it this time angel,” he’d whispered against her mouth, giving her that charming half-smile that usually made her give in. she had rolled her eyes and turned away with a small huff, tugging the blanket up to her chin.

that had been at twelve and now, it was well past two.

he stole a glance at her. she was fast asleep, just as he expected — one arm draped across his side of the bed, her fingers slightly curled as if she were still reaching for him in her dreams. he smiled faintly. there was something grounding about the sight of her asleep; it made the long nights of work less unbearable.

her breathing was soft, steady — and then she spoke. “...apples… bananas… carrots…”

sunghoon looked up from his screen, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “really?” he murmured under his breath, glancing over his shoulder.

she was turned slightly toward him now, face half-buried in the pillow, brow furrowed in faint concentration. “eggs…” she muttered next. “...couch… lamp…”

he chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “you do grocery lists in your sleep too huh, angel?” he whispered, his voice low and affectionate.

it wasn’t new — she talked in her sleep all the time. sometimes random things, sometimes entire conversations with herself. he’d even learned to respond just to see where it would go.

“yeah?” he said softly, playing along, not looking up from his laptop. “what else do we need?”

she shifted slightly. “...cherries…”

he smiled to himself. “got it. i’ll write it down,” he teased.

her mumbling continued for a few minutes — disjointed words, soft sounds, the occasional sigh, until he heard it — the sudden change in her tone.

“sunghoon…”

it was faint, the way she said it. barely a breath, but enough to make him pause mid-keystroke.

he turned his head slightly, watching her from the corner of his eye. she didn’t move much, just a small twitch of her fingers against the blanket.

“yeah, i’m here,” he murmured absently, assuming she was just murmuring like before.

but then she said it again — this time with a tremble in her voice.

“hoon..”

he frowned. her tone wasn’t sleepy or playful anymore. it was soft, fragile, and tinged with something that sounded like fear.

her body shifted restlessly under the blanket, her brows pinching together, her breathing picking up ever so slightly. “hoon, don’t—” she mumbled, voice catching as though she were stuck between dreams and panic.

that was all it took for him to shut his laptop without hesitation. the sudden quiet that filled the room made her soft whimpers sound even louder, and his chest tightened instantly.

“hey, hey,” he whispered, leaning closer, his hand brushing the hair away from her face. “it’s okay, baby. i’m here.”

she twitched slightly, her lashes fluttering but not opening. a small, broken sound escaped her throat — something between a sob and a sigh — and she mumbled his name again, this time shakier.

he cupped her cheek gently, his thumb stroking slow circles against her skin. “shh, i’m right here, yn. you’re okay,” he murmured, voice soft and steady.

when she didn’t calm down immediately, he shifted onto his side, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer until her head rested against his chest. she resisted at first, her body tense from whatever nightmare had its hold on her, but once he held her tightly — once she caught his scent and warmth — she began to ease.

her breathing slowed little by little. her hand found his shirt, fingers curling weakly into the fabric. he kissed the top of her head, lingering there as he whispered again, “you’re safe. it’s just a dream, love. nothing’s gonna happen.”

she made a small noise, then sighed, relaxing fully against him at last. her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck like it was the only place she belonged, her lips brushing faintly against his collarbone as she settled back into a peaceful sleep.

he tilted his head, brushing his lips softly against her temple. “you really had to scare me at two in the morning, huh?” he whispered against her skin, smiling faintly despite the worry that lingered.

김 SUNOO 🎧️ honeymoon avenue ariana grande

sunoo had his hands full that night.

it had started at the dinner party, when yn—tipsy after just two glasses of wine—decided she was a professional bartender and began making questionable cocktails for everyone, giggling the whole time. by the end of it, her cheeks were flushed pink, her words slurred but full of affection, and every other sentence started with “sunny, you know what?” followed by something completely unrelated.

now, as they stood outside their apartment door, she had one arm looped lazily around his neck, the other dangling at her side. she was smiling up at him with that drowsy, innocent look she got when she was drunk—the one that made his heart melt and his patience tested all at once.

“babbbyyyy,” she dragged out, poking his cheek as he tried to fish their keys from his pocket, “you look so pretty right now.”

sunoo couldn’t help but laugh softly. “thank you, love,” he said, steadying her by the waist before she could wobble again. “let’s get you inside before you fall asleep in the hallway.”

“i’m not sleepy,” she protested weakly, leaning her entire body weight onto him.

“you said that before you fell asleep on the couch last time,” he teased.

that earned a tiny, offended gasp from her. “that’s because you’re comfy!”

he finally got the door open and led her in, trying his best not to laugh when she stopped in the middle of the living room to dramatically sigh. “sunny, kiss me,” she mumbled, her eyes half-lidded, a tipsy smile on her lips.

sunoo chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against her warm cheek. “you’re drunk, baby. i’ll kiss you tomorrow, hmm?”

she pouted. “you always say that.”

“and i always do,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose instead. she giggled, satisfied for a second—until she tripped over her own feet trying to walk to the bedroom.

sunoo sighed, amused but exasperated. “alright, that’s enough adventure for tonight,” he said, scooping her up. her arms looped around his neck as she nuzzled her face into the crook of it, still mumbling his name.

by the time he laid her down, she was already halfway to dreamland, her hair fanned out across the pillow, her expression relaxed. he tucked the blanket around her shoulders and brushed a few stray strands from her forehead.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” he whispered, but she only hummed incoherently in response.

he went to grab one of his oversized shirts for her to change into and came back less than a minute later—only to find her already out cold, her breathing slow and steady. still, he changed her gently, careful not to wake her. she stirred once, mumbling something he couldn’t quite catch, and when he leaned closer, her lips moved again.

“sunny..” she breathed out softly, voice barely audible.

he froze, heart softening instantly.

“yeah, baby?” he whispered, crouching beside her.

she mumbled again, this time her words blending together, but he could make out the familiar plea—“kiss me”—slurred between her sighs. her lips puckered slightly, forming the tiniest pout, and even in her sleep, she looked heartbreakingly sweet.

sunoo chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head. “even in your dreams, huh?” he said under his breath, brushing his thumb along her jawline. he leaned in and pressed a long, tender kiss to her forehead, whispering, “goodnight, my love.”

she let out a soft hum at the touch, her lips relaxing, the corners of her mouth turning up faintly. he slipped under the covers beside her, pulling her close until her head rested over his heart. she immediately melted into him, arms winding around his waist as though she’d been waiting for him to do that all along.

sunoo smiled into her hair, his fingers drawing slow circles on her back. “sleep well, my troublemaker,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

양 JUNGWON 🎧️ warm ariana grande

jungwon was lying on the big hotel bed, his phone propped up against a pillow, the soft glow of the screen lighting up his face in the otherwise dark room. the faint sound of waves outside the balcony door filled the background as he talked to the girl he missed most in the world.

it had been nearly two weeks since he left for vacation with his family, and though he loved spending time with them, he couldn’t deny that the best part of his day was when night came—when he could finally hear her voice. his love.

“won,” yn mumbled through a yawn, her voice sleepy but stubbornly sweet. “you sound tired too… maybe you should sleep.”

he chuckled softly, his dimples flashing even though she couldn’t see them well through the camera’s dim light. “i’m fine, love. you’re the one fighting to keep your eyes open right now.”

“i’m not,” she protested weakly, even as her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.

“mm-hm,” he teased, amused. “then tell me what i just said.”

“…something about… the waves?” she guessed, voice trailing off as she burrowed deeper into her pillow.

jungwon laughed quietly. “nope. i was saying that my girlfriend’s too cute for her own good.”

that earned him a small giggle, muffled by her blanket. “you’re lucky i’m too tired to argue, won.”

“baby,” he said gently, his voice softening, “you’ve had such a long day. you should sleep. i’ll stay on call, okay?”

she let out a hum of agreement but mumbled, “but i don’t wanna sleep yet. i miss you.”

the words hit him right in the chest. he sighed softly, eyes softening as he stared at her through the screen. her hair was messy from the long day, her cheek pressed into the pillow, the faintest pout on her lips. she looked so heartbreakingly sweet.

“i miss you too,” he whispered, even though she probably couldn’t hear him anymore. “more than you know.”

the conversation faded into the kind of quiet that only felt warm, not awkward. she’d gone quiet completely, her breathing slow and steady, the occasional rustle of her blanket the only sound.

he smiled. “you asleep, love?” he asked softly, even though he already knew the answer.

no response—just soft snores.

he stayed anyway. he always did. watching her sleep through the screen had become something of a comfort for him—he’d talk quietly about his day, tell her about the beach, or what maeumi had done that morning. it wasn’t really for her to hear; it was more like his way of keeping her close, even from miles away.

he was mid-sentence when he suddenly heard it— “wonnie…”

he froze for a second, blinking in surprise.

her voice was soft and slurred, like she was dreaming—but she definitely said his name.

he leaned a little closer to his phone, smiling before he even realised it. “yeah, baby?” he whispered, even though she couldn’t respond.

“miss you,” she mumbled again, her lips curling into a faint smile even in sleep. “miss.. won…”

his heart squeezed.

there was something so tender about hearing it like that—unguarded, sleepy, real. he couldn’t help but grin, cheeks warming as he rubbed the back of his neck. “you’re gonna kill me, love,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “how am i supposed to sleep after that?”

on her side, she shifted slightly, her blanket falling to the side, and he could see the faint movement of her lips forming his name again—this time quieter, like a sigh.

“won…”

“god, i love you,” he whispered before he could stop himself. he turned his phone so she could still see him, even though she wasn’t awake to look, and rested his chin on the pillow.

“i miss you too, baby,” he said softly, eyes tired but full of warmth. “one more week, yeah? then i’m back home. then i’ll hold you for real instead of just on call.”

she stirred again, her hand curling into herself as she smiled in her sleep. his chest ached seeing it.

“go on, love,” he whispered, pouting softly. “i’ll see you in your dreams.”

西村 RIKI 🎧️ dirty water the debut: dream academy

riki had been waiting for this night for weeks.

he’d even circled the date in his calendar with a little doodle—movie night with yn. it had become their little tradition to go to the theatre together every couple of weeks, sharing popcorn, teasing each other about movie preferences, and whispering sarcastic commentary under their breaths. this one, though, had been special. they’d both been hyping it up for days, sending each other trailers and memes, promising that this time they’d actually stay for the post-credit scene instead of bolting for ice cream halfway through.

but when he saw her that evening, riki knew instantly that she was running on fumes.

she still looked beautiful, of course—she always did—but her eyes had that tired glaze, her shoulders a little slouched under the weight of a long day. she’d just come straight from work, still in her neat clothes, hair slightly tousled from rushing. she smiled at him the moment she saw him in the theatre lobby, though, her exhaustion melting into that familiar fond expression that always made his chest tighten.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he said with a grin, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “we can skip tonight if you’re tired, you know. we can just get dinner and go home.”

“no way,” she said immediately, shaking her head, though the yawn she tried to hide right after didn’t help her case. “we’ve been waiting for this movie for weeks, riki. i’m not bailing just because i had a long day.”

he chuckled softly. “you sure? i don’t want you passing out halfway and drooling on my hoodie again.”

she gasped, lightly smacking his chest. “that happened once! and i was sick!”

he laughed, catching her hand before she could pull it away and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “alright, alright. i’ll stop teasing. come on, let’s get inside.”

once they found their seats, the lights dimmed and the trailers started rolling. yn nestled comfortably against him, her head resting on his shoulder as his arm naturally slipped around her. riki smiled to himself, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her arm.

at first, she seemed fine—making small comments about the movie, giggling at certain scenes—but he noticed the way her blinks started getting slower, her replies getting shorter, her head gradually getting heavier against him.

“you okay, babe?” he whispered, leaning down to her ear.

“mhm,” she hummed softly, barely opening her eyes. “just comfy.”

he grinned. “you sure? you’re falling asleep on me.”

“i’m not,” she mumbled automatically, her voice slow and drowsy. “i’m watching…”

“yeah?” he teased, glancing down at her. “what’s happening right now, then?”

“uh…” she paused, eyes closed. “something… loud?”

he bit back a laugh. “you’re impossible.”

she smiled lazily, lifting a weak hand to tug on his collar, her usual way of pulling him closer. when he leaned down, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering, “i’ll stay awake, promise.”

“sure you will,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her jaw affectionately.

not even ten minutes later, she was out cold.

her head rested perfectly against his shoulder, her lips parted slightly, her breathing soft and steady. riki looked down at her and couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips. she looked so peaceful like that, so small and delicate next to him, her earlier exhaustion finally catching up.

the movie continued, but riki barely paid attention. he was too busy memorizing the way her eyelashes fluttered when she shifted, the faint sound of her breathing mixing with the theatre’s surround sound, the warmth of her body pressed into his side.

then, somewhere between scenes, he heard it.

“riki…”

it was faint, but he heard it clear as day to him.

he blinked, surprised, turning his head slightly toward her. “yeah, baby?” he whispered automatically, even though she was fast asleep.

she didn’t answer, of course—just murmured again, his name escaping her lips in the softest tone. “riki…”

and this time, she smiled. a tiny, sleepy, genuine smile that made his heart stutter.

riki felt warmth flood through his chest, that giddy, helpless kind that only she could make him feel. he leaned down, pressing a slow, careful kiss to her hairline.

“you’re dreaming about me, huh?” he murmured against her skin, his voice full of amusement and affection. “i knew you couldn’t go a whole night without me.”

she shifted a little, cuddling closer into him, her hand unconsciously gripping the fabric of his hoodie. he tightened his arm around her, resting his chin gently on top of her head.

“sleep, love,” he whispered, eyes soft. “i’ll watch the movie for the both of us.”

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↪crying during sex, teasing, petnames

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You can't take the way he isn’t even looking at you.

You keep calling his name but he doesn’t even look up. He won’t even spare you a single glance.

“Heeseung” you whine.

“Heeseung. Please” you beg.

He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.

“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.

You need him close, you need his attention.

He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy.

“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.

He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.

“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices.

“I need you close” your voice shakes.

His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.

He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.

Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.

“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.

He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.

You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.

He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.

He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship.

He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.

You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.

“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.

You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.

He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.

You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.

He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.

You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.

He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.

“I know baby, I know,”

“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.

He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”

You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”

He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.

“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.

You sniffle and he looks at you.

He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.

He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.

He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.

“Better? Hm?”

You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.

“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?”

You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”

“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.

“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”

He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.

“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.

Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.

Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.

He loves that.

“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.

His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.

You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.

“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.

He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.

“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.

You whine but don’t dare to push him away.

You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.

He immediately pins them down.

“Y/n,” he warns.

Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.

He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.

“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.

He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.

“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.

He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.

He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.

It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.

You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head.

When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.

He’s just...watching you.

The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.

He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.

He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.

In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.

He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.”

That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.

You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.

He doesn’t stop this time.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.

“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”

It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.

You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.

“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.

You whine as you look up at him.

All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.

You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”

That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.

“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.

“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.

You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up.

“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.

“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.

He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”

In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.

You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.

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