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dry humping while you moan into my mouth sounds so perfect right now
i need to get fucked sooooo fucking bad itâs driving me insane i just need someone to push my head down into the pillow and pound this wet pussy until my eyes roll back and i cant speak anymore. the urge to be fucked and bred literally woke me up lord please
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Waking up next to him, kissing along his neck and cuddling up for warmth, running my hands from his waist to the front of his boxers, palming him until he wakes up whining, begging me to fuck him.
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â tastes good
â treating his good girl well
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â leaving you full of him
â relaxing on the couch
â it's deep enough for you, baby?
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â âcome in my pussyâ
â being rude to his girl
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all day. all night. till my jaw dislocates. till my organs fall out. till the neighbours file complaints. till i forget my own name. till i pass out. till i memorise every vein. on the couch. in the bed. kitchen counter. stairs. bathroom. in public. in private. from behind. on top. underneath. tied up. dirty talk. talking through it. gentle. rough. fast. slow. meaningless. love making. dry humping. teasing. every second. every minute. every hour. every week. every month. every year.
Louis x reader
Requested
Genre:fluff
Summary: after practice Louis is so tired that he accidentally confesses his feelings for you.
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You know the exact sound of his footsteps.
Not because youâre weird about itâokay, maybe a littleâbut because Louis never just walks when heâs tired. He drags his sneakers along the hallway like gravity personally has a problem with him, shoulders slumped, hoodie slipping off one side like he forgot how bones work.
So when you hear the familiar shuffle outside your door, you donât even look up right away.
âYouâre late,â you say, eyes still on your phone.
The door opens. Closes. Thereâs a pause that lasts just a little too long, followed by the softest, most exhausted groan known to mankind.
âPlease tell me you have food,â Louis says. His voice is rough, like heâs been counting beats out loud for hours. Which, knowing him, he probably has.
You finally look up.
He looks⊠wrecked. Hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed, hoodie sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms tense from practice. His dance bag hangs halfway off his shoulder like he gave up on gravity halfway through walking.
âYou look like you fought the floor,â you say.
âThe floor fought me,â he mutters, dropping his bag with a thud and immediately walking toward you like youâre magnetic. He doesnât even askâjust flops down beside you on the couch, shoulder pressing into yours, head tipping forward until his forehead knocks lightly against your shoulder.
There it is.
The clinginess.
You smile despite yourself. âLong practice?â
He hums, eyes already closed. âDonât ask me to move for at least five minutes.â
âYou literally just got here.â
âExactly.â
You shift slightly so heâs more comfortable, letting his weight lean into you. He sighs like heâs been holding his breath all day, shoulders finally relaxing now that heâs here.
With you.
Your fingers move without thinking, brushing over his hair, fingertips cool against his warm scalp. Youâve done this a hundred timesâafter hard days, after schedules that donât leave room to breathe, after moments where the world feels louder than it should.
Best friends, right?
Louis makes a quiet sound, barely there, and leans in more.
âDid you eat?â you ask.
âDoes caffeine count?â
You sigh. âLouis.â
âIâll eat. Later.â He nudges your knee with his own. âStay.â
âI wasnât planning on leaving.â
âGood.â
Thereâs something about the way he says it that makes your chest tighten just a bit.
The room smells faintly like his cologne mixed with sweat and laundry detergent. Comforting. Familiar. Safe.
For a while, neither of you says anything. The TV hums softly in the background, forgotten. His breathing evens out, slow and heavy, like he might actually fall asleep sitting upright if you let him.
You shouldnât overthink this. You really shouldnât.
But you do.
You always do.
Because Louis has always been like thisâclingy in ways that toe the line between friendship and something dangerously undefined. He reaches for you without thinking. Seeks you out after long days. Texts you before bed just to ask if you ate, if youâre home safe, if youâre okay.
And you let him.
Because if you didnât, youâre not sure heâd know where to put all that affection.
âYouâre really warm,â he murmurs, voice half-asleep.
âYouâre literally radiating heat.â
âDance practice.â He yawns. Then, softer, âI missed you.â
Your hand stills for half a second.
âYou saw me this morning,â you say lightly.
âDoesnât count.â
âWhy not?â
He shrugs, cheek brushing your shoulder. âBecause I wasnât tired enough to be honest yet.â
You blink. âWhat does that mean?â
Louis is quiet for a moment. Too quiet.
Then he laughs softly, like he didnât mean for that thought to escape. âNothing.â
You let it go. For now.
Another few minutes pass. His hand shifts, fingers brushing against yours where it rests on the couch. You expect him to pull away.
He doesnât.
Instead, his pinky hooks around yours. Casual. Unthinking. Like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
Your heart stumbles over itself.
âLouis,â you say quietly
âMm?â
âYouâre doing that thing again.â
âWhat thing?â
âTheâŠâ You hesitate. âThe thing where you forget personal space exists.â
He lifts his head slightly, eyes opening just enough to look at you. Up close, you can see how tired he really isâthe faint shadows under his eyes, the crease between his brows that only shows up after long days.
âOh,â he says. âSorry.â
But he doesnât let go.
Actually, he tightens his grip.
You swallow.
âYou donât have to apologize,â you say. âI justââ
âI know,â he interrupts, voice suddenly softer, more careful. âI know.â
Something shifts then. Subtle, but unmistakable. Like the air has changed density.
Louis straightens a little, though he still stays close. His hand remains tangled with yours, thumb brushing back and forth over your knuckle in slow, absent strokes.
Youâve never seen him this quiet.
âI didnât mean to say that earlier,â he says.
âSay what?â
âThat I missed you.â He exhales. âI mean, I did miss you. I just⊠didnât mean to say it like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike it matters more than it should.â
Your pulse picks up.
âLouis,â you say gently, âyouâre not making any sense.â
He laughs under his breath, tired and helpless. âYeah. That tracks.â
He leans back again, staring up at the ceiling now, like itâs safer than looking at you. âDance practice was awful today.â
âIâm sorry,â you say. âDid something happen?â
âNothing specific.â He rubs a hand over his face. âI just kept messing up. Over and over. And I kept thinkingââ
He stops.
You wait.
âI kept thinking about how, every time I come back here,â he continues slowly, âyouâre always here. And itâs like⊠the only time my head shuts up.â
Your chest tightens.
âYou calm me down,â he says, like heâs realizing it in real time. âYou make everything feel less heavy. And I know I lean on you a lot, and I know thatâs notââ
He cuts himself off again, sitting up abruptly now. He finally looks at you, eyes wide like heâs afraid of what heâs already said.
âIâm sorry,â he says quickly. âIâm tired. Iâm just talking.â
âLouis,â you whisper.
âI donât mean to be clingy,â he rushes on. âI justâwhen Iâm with you, it feels right. Too right. And I donât want to make it weird, because youâre my best friend, and I donât want to lose thatââ
âHey,â you say, reaching up to gently grab his sleeve. âLook at me.â
He does.
His expression is raw in a way youâre not used to seeing, walls stripped back by exhaustion.
âYouâre not making it weird,â you say. âYouâre just⊠being honest.â
He swallows. âThatâs kind of the problem.â
Your heart is pounding now.
âWhy?â
âBecause I donât think I know how to stop.â His voice drops. âFeeling like this.â
The room is painfully quiet.
âYou donât have to stop,â you say before you can overthink it.
His breath hitches.
âYou donât?â he asks.
You shake your head. âLouis, if youâre clingy, then I wouldnât still be here if I didnât want you to be.â
He searches your face, like heâs bracing for the moment you take it back.
âI like you,â he says suddenly. The words tumble out, blunt and unpolished. âI think I have for a while. I just never meant to tell you like this.â
Your chest feels too full.
You squeeze his hand. âI like you too.â
For a moment, he just stares at you. Thenâ
âWait,â he says. âYou do?â
You laugh softly, nerves buzzing through you. âYeah. I do.â
He lets out a breath that sounds like relief incarnate and drops his forehead against yours, eyes closing.
âOh my god,â he murmurs. âIâm so stupid.â
âYouâre exhausted,â you correct.
âAnd whipped,â he adds weakly.
You snort. âDefinitely whipped.â
He smiles then, small and genuine, still pressed close. âCan I⊠stay like this for a bit?â
You tilt your head, brushing your nose lightly against his. âI thought you said you werenât moving for five minutes.â
He smiles wider. âI was hoping youâd say that.â
He doesnât kiss you right away. He just stays there, breathing you in like heâs memorizing the moment. Like heâs afraid if he moves too fast, itâll disappear.
When he finally does lean in, itâs slow and careful, lips brushing yours in a way that feels less like a confession and more like a promise.
And when he pulls back, forehead still resting against yours, he laughs softly.
âSo,â he says. âBest friends?â
You smile. âWith benefits of emotional honesty?â
âExactly.â
He squeezes your hand again, clingy as ever.
And this time, you donât mind at all.
â warning: smut
âgot something i wanted to show you.â
leehan sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with a smile. âwhat is it?â
you lift your shirt to show him the new bra you bought. cute and lacy, pushing your tits up pretty. and you look at him with an innocent smile unaware of the chaos currently going on in his head. heâs got that buffering symbol on the top of his head.
he looks at the way they just sit so pretty and soft. his hands slowly come up to grab your waist, warm and a bit sweaty. and he looks at you with those sparkling eyes.
âcan i touch?â
âplease?â you take your shirt off, moving to sit on his lap.
his fingertips ghost over your arms, to the straps slowly pulling them down and pulling the cups down to fully see you.
âwow.â he whispers.
you see the way heâs still hesitating to touch you, hands hovering.
âwhy are you so nervous to touch me?â you laugh, grabbing his hands so they rest on your chest.
âsorry, um,â he laughs, but his hands still just, sit there.
âleehan!â you whine and throw your head back. âgive them a squeeze or something.â
and he does, but then he does more than just squeeze getting this new wave of confidence to pop a tit into his mouth.
âfuck, finally.â you sigh.
he looks up at you and smiles with your nipple in between his teeth. he sucks it back into his mouth, humming around it and pulling away with a pop.
âthis what you wanted? wanted my lips all over your tits? that why you bought this pretty bra for me?â he unclasps your bra, letting his hands roam up your back and back to your chest, squeezing them together.
âyeah,â you sigh out, hands making their way into his hair. âlove buying cute things for you.â
you look down, his hands still holding your tits together and he leaves a kiss on each one.
âi loved it, baby.â
Louis x Reader
Requested
Summary: you and Louis are playing a scary game together and you guys try to not wake up his members.
MASTERLIST
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It starts, as most bad ideas do, at an hour when everyone with common sense is asleep.
Itâs 3:07 a.m., the dorm is dead quiet, and youâre sitting cross-legged on Louisâs bed with your back against the headboard, laptop balanced on your thighs. The only light in the room comes from the screen and the faint glow of the LED strip Louis insists on keeping dimmed to âvibes only.â
Louis is beside you, shoulder pressed to yours, knees drawn up, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. He looks way too awake for someone who had practice, filming, and a meeting all in the same day.
âThis is a terrible idea,â he whispers, voice barely louder than breathing.
You glance at him. âYou literally suggested it.â
âI suggested maybe playing something,â he corrects quietly. âNot Roblox horror at three in the morning.â
You grin, already clicking Play. âToo late. Youâre committed.â
He groans softly, burying his face into your shoulder for a second before peeking back at the screen. âIf Ryul wakes up, heâs actually going to kill us.â
âRyul sleeps like a rock,â you whisper back.
Louis snorts. âNo, Ryul sleeps like a rock until thereâs a sound. Then he sleeps like a rock that throws things.â
You both freeze as footsteps pass faintly in the hallway outside. Louisâs hand instinctively clamps over your mouth, and you feel him tense beside you.
The footsteps fade.
He exhales slowly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. âSee? Weâre already doomed.â
You bite back a laugh, gently pulling his hand away. âRelax. Weâll be quiet.â
âThatâs what you said last time,â he murmurs. âAnd then you screamed.â
âI did not scream.â
âYou absolutely screamed.â
âI whispered-screamed.â
âThat is still screaming.â
The game loads.
A dark hallway fills the screen. The sound design alone makes your skin prickleâsoft static, distant footsteps, something breathing that definitely shouldnât be breathing.
Louis leans closer without even realizing it, his knee knocking into yours.
âOkay,â he whispers, suddenly very serious. âRule number one. No yelling.â
âRule number two,â you whisper back. âIf one of us gets scared, we grab the other person instead of making noise.â
He nods solemnly. âDeal.â
Not even two minutes later, something lunges out of the darkness on-screen.
You clamp your hand over your mouth.
Louis clamps both arms around you.
You feel him jolt, a sharp inhale pressed against your neck as he freezes completely, body rigid. The two of you stay like that for a long second, the game character breathing heavily while your own heart pounds just as loud.
Louisâs voice comes out in a whisper so quiet it barely exists. âI hate this.â
Youâre shaking with silent laughter, forehead pressed to his. âYouâre the one hugging me.â
âIâm protecting you,â he insists weakly.
âYou jumped first.â
âThatâs not important.â
Another noise from the gameâslow footsteps, closer now.
You feel Louis shift so youâre half tucked under his arm, his chin hovering near the top of your head. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together tight enough that you can feel his pulse.
âI swear,â he murmurs, âif something pops out again, Iâm uninstalling Roblox forever.â
âYou say that like it means something,â you whisper.
He glares at you, then immediately looks back at the screen, eyes wide. âShh.â
You move the character forward.
The tension builds. The hallway narrows. A door creaks open.
Louis leans in closer, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, âI donât like this game. Itâs stupid. Why are we doing this?â
âBecause you wanted to,â you whisper back.
âI wanted to spend time with you,â he corrects. âNot get haunted.â
Something shrieks on the screen.
This time, you both flinch at once.
Louis makes a strangled noise that would absolutely qualify as a yelp if he werenât actively suffocating it into your shoulder. His arms wrap around you completely now, practically shielding you from the laptop as if the monster could crawl out of it.
You press your face into his hoodie to muffle your laughter, shoulders shaking.
âDonât laugh,â he whispers desperately. âYouâre going to wake everyone up.â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, tryingâand failingâto breathe normally. âYouâre justââ
ââwhat?â
âSo brave.â
He scoffs, squeezing you tighter. âI hate you.â
âNo you donât.â
He sighs, forehead dropping against yours. âNo. I donât.â
Thereâs a soft knock at the door.
Both of you freeze.
The game continues playing quietly in the background, eerie ambience filling the silence.
Another knock. Louder this time.
Louisâs eyes go wide. He slowly reaches over and slams the laptop shut, plunging the room into near darkness.
You hear movement outside. A muffled voice. âWhy are your lights on?â
Ohyul.
Louis leans close to your ear, whispering, âDonât move.â
The door cracks open. Ohyul peers in, hair messy, eyes half-lidded.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks flatly.
âNothing,â Louis whispers back.
Ohyul squints. âItâs three in the morning.â
âYes,â Louis agrees. âAnd?â
Ohyul looks at you, then at Louis, then sighs deeply. âYou two are idiots.â
âWe were quiet,â you whisper.
âI heard whisper screaming,â Ohyul says. âThatâs worse.â
Louis groans, dropping his face into your shoulder again. âWe were playing a game.â
âA horror game?â Ohyul asks.
Louis nods reluctantly.
Ohyul just stares at him. âYou hate horror.â
âI know,â Louis mutters.
Ohyul shakes his head, muttering something about couples being unbearable before closing the door behind him.
Silence returns.
Louis stays frozen for a few seconds longer, then finally relaxes, shoulders dropping as he exhales.
ââŠThat was close,â he murmurs.
You nudge him gently. âYou survived.â
He glances at the closed laptop, then at you. âBarely.â
You smile softly, reaching up to adjust his hoodie collar. âYou okay?â
He nods, eyes softer now. âYeah. I am.â
He pulls you closer again, this time slower, intentional. Comfortable.
âWe can stop playing,â you whisper.
âGood,â he says immediately. Then pauses. âBut also⊠maybe one more level?â
You laugh quietly, resting your head against his chest. âYouâre impossible.â
He presses a soft kiss to your hair. âYou love me.â
You barely get the laptop open again before Louis is already glued to your side, arm wrapped firmly around your waist like heâs afraid you might disappear into the screen.
âJustâstay right there,â he whispers. âDonât move.â
âIâm literally not moving,â you whisper back.
âThatâs what people say before they move.â
You bite your lip to keep from laughing and click back into the game. The hallway loads again. Same place. Same terrible vibes.
Louisâs chin rests on your shoulder now, his cheek pressed warm against yours. Every time the game makes a noise, his grip tightens just a little.
âYouâre squeezing me,â you murmur.
âIâm anchoring,â he says. âIn case you try to run.â
From what? Digital ghosts?
The sound of a door opening down the hall makes both of you stiffen.
âDid you hear that?â Louis whispers.
âYes,â you whisper. âItâs real life this time.â
Footsteps approach. Slower. Heavier.
Louis panics.
He pulls you closerâso close youâre practically sitting in his lap nowâand hisses, âOkay, okay, okay, new rule. If someone comes in, you pretend nothing is happening.â
âYouâre literally holding me hostage.â
âExactly. Casual.â
The door swings open.
Ryul stands there, arms crossed, face completely unreadable.
âWhat,â he says flatly, âare you two doing.â
Louis freezes like a deer in headlights.
You donât even get the chance to answer before Louis speaks, way too fast for whisper-volume. âNothing illegal.â
Ryul blinks. âThatâs not reassuring.â
He looks at the laptop. At the LED lights. At how Louis has you locked against him like a human shield.
ââŠAre you playing games.â
âNo,â Louis lies instantly.
You lift the laptop just enough for the Roblox horror menu to glow faintly.
Ryul closes his eyes. âItâs three in the morning.â
âYes,â Louis agrees again, like that explains everything.
Ryul pinches the bridge of his nose. âI heard whisper screaming.â
âThat was emotional expression,â Louis says.
Ryul opens his eyes and stares directly at him. âYou hate horror.â
Louis shrugs. âShe wanted to play.â
Ryul looks at you. âBlink twice if youâre being held against your will.â
Louis tightens his arm around you. âDonât.â
You laugh quietly. âIâm fine.â
Ryul sighs. âIf the rest of the dorm wakes up, Iâm blaming both of you.â
He turns to leaveâthen pauses. âActually.â
Louis stiffens. âNo.â
Ryul smirks. âIf you scream again, Iâm telling everyone you got scared first.â
The door closes.
Louis collapses back against the headboard dramatically. âI hate him.â
âYou absolutely screamed first,â you whisper.
âThatâs not the point.â
You go to shift back to your original spot.
Louis does not let you.
Instead, he pulls you right back, arms wrapping fully around you this time, chin settling on top of your head.
âNo,â he says quietly.
âNo?â you echo.
âWeâre staying like this.â
âWhy?â
âBecause itâs safer,â he replies.
âFrom the game?â
âFrom everything.â
You smile softly, relaxing into him. His hand slips under the hem of your hoodie, resting warm against your side. He absentmindedly rubs small circles there, a nervous habit you know well.
The game loads again.
You move forward.
A shadow flickers across the screen.
Louis makes a tiny noise in his throat and immediately buries his face into your shoulder.
âLouis.â
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre hiding.â
âIâm strategically avoiding eye contact.â
You laugh silently, reaching back to squeeze his hand. âYouâre okay.â
âI know,â he murmurs. âJust donât move.â
The door bursts open again.
This time itâs Ohyul (again) and Woojin behind him, both wide awake now.
âWhat is wrong with you people,â Ohyul whispers harshly.
Louis doesnât even lift his head. âNothing.â
âOh really?â Ohyul gestures at the laptop. âBecause I heard something growl.â
âThat was the game,â you whisper.
âAnd him,â Woojin adds, pointing at Louis.
Louis lifts his head just enough to glare. âI did not growl.â
âYou whimpered,â Ohyul says.
Louis tightens his arms around you possessively. âI donât like being judged.â
Ohyul stares at the way Louis is practically glued to you. âYouâre clingy.â
âSo?â Louis snaps. âSheâs mine.â
Thereâs a beat of silence.
âOh my god,â both boys mutter. âWeâre going back to bed.â
The door closes again.
Youâre quiet for a moment.
Then you whisper, âYou just said âsheâs mine.ââŠâ
Louisâs ears go pink. âDid I?â
âYes.â
ââŠGood.â
You turn slightly in his arms, looking up at him. âYou okay now?â
He nods, softer, calmer. âYeah. Better.â
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. âNext time,â he murmurs, âweâre playing something cute. Like farming. Or cats.â
âYouâre the one who picked horror.â
âI was feeling brave,â he says. âThen the monsters showed up.â
You smile, settling back against his chest as he holds you just a little tighter, the dorm quiet again around you.
At least until the next bad idea.
Lngshot OT4 x reader
Requested
Summary: OT4s reaction to you doing the â seeing if he melts into the kiss â trend.
Genre: fluff
MASTERLIST
Requests are open
Ohyul
You learn very quickly that Ohyul hates being perceived.
Which is exactly why this is funny.
Heâs stretched out on the dorm couch like he pays rent, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other loosely holding his phone above his face. Thereâs music playing quietly from someoneâs speaker, and the rest of the members are scattered aroundâsome in the kitchen, some arguing over snacks, some just existing loudly.
Ohyul, however, is in his peace era.
You sit on the floor beside the couch, scrolling aimlessly until the TikTok pops up.
âSeeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss.â
You glance up slowly.
Ohyul hasnât noticed yet.
Perfect.
You watch another video. Then another. All the same formatâslow lean-in, teasing pause, soft kissâand every single boyfriend absolutely folding.
You bite your lip to keep from smiling.
âOhyul,â you say.
He hums. Doesnât move his arm from his eyes.
âWhat would you do,â you ask carefully, âif I kissed you right now?â
He scoffs. âNothing.â
You tilt your head. âNothing?â
âYeah,â he says confidently. âIâm not one of those guys.â
You snort. âThose guys?â
âYou know,â he says, finally lowering his arm just enough to peek at you. âThe dramatic ones.â
You stand up.
He watches you suspiciously now. âWhy are you standing.â
âNo reason.â
âYou just asked me a question and then stood up,â he says. âThatâs a threat.â
You step closer to the couch. Slowly.
He sits up a little. âHey.â
You donât say anything. You just lean over him, hands planted on either side of his shoulders, trapping him in.
âOh,â he laughs, already smiling. âYouâre doing that thing.â
âWhat thing?â
âThat thing where you act like youâre about to do something but you donât,â he says. âI know your tricks.â
You lean in closer.
He holds his ground. Barely.
âIâm not melting,â he says preemptively.
You pause just before your lips meet his.
He squints. âWhy are you stopping.â
You kiss him.
Itâs quick. Soft. Barely a second.
You pull back immediately.
He blinks.
ââŠThatâs it?â he says.
You shrug. âWhat?â
âThat was literally nothing,â he says, smug. âSee? Didnât melt.â
You tilt your head. âYou sure?â
âPositive.â
You lean in againâbut this time, instead of kissing him, you press your forehead to his.
His hands come up on instinct, gripping the sides of your hoodie.
He groans. âYouâre so annoying.â
You grin. âYour hands are shaking.â
âThey are not.â
âThey are,â you say. âOh my god.â
He looks down at them, offended. âThatâs crazy. Betrayal from my own body.â
You laugh and press another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He sighs. Not dramatically. Not loudly.
But definitely a sigh.
âOkay,â he says. âThat one was cheap.â
You smile. âScoreboard says youâre losing.â
âThere is no scoreboard.â
You poke his cheek. âYouâre blushing.â
He slaps your hand away. âStop looking at my face like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike youâre proud of yourself,â he says. âI donât like it.â
You lean in again, clearly enjoying this now.
âOhyul,â you whisper.
He braces. You can literally see itâshoulders tensing, jaw setting.
You kiss his nose.
He freezes.
Then: âYouâre actually evil.â
You laugh and pull back just enough to see his face. His ears are pink. His mouth is twitching like heâs trying not to smile.
âThat was a melt,â you say.
âThat was not a melt,â he argues. âThat was shock.â
You climb halfway onto the couch, knee beside his thigh.
âYouâre smiling,â you say.
âI smile when Iâm uncomfortable.â
âThat is also not healthy.â
He suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist, tugging you off balance just enough that you land against his chest.
You gasp. âHEY.â
Now heâs grinning. âMy turn.â
You push at his shoulder. âAbsolutely not.â
He dodges, laughing, and tries to poke your side. You squeal and shove him back.
âFight me,â you challenge.
âI will,â he says, mock-serious.
You lean in like youâre going to kiss him again.
He leans away. âNope.â
Instead, you peck his cheek.
He groans and drops his head onto your shoulder.
âOh my god,â he mutters. âYou keep sneaking them in.â
âThatâs the point.â
âThis trend is rigged,â he says.
You wrap your arms loosely around him, resting your chin on his shoulder.
He doesnât push you away.
âThat one didnât count,â he adds, quieter now.
âWhy not?â
âBecause,â he says, adjusting so youâre more comfortable, âI wasnât prepared.â
Your heart does that annoying little flip again.
You hide it by pressing a kiss under his jawâlight, quick.
He exhales.
Not a sigh this time.
A full, relaxed exhale.
You pull back slowly.
âOhyul,â you say softly.
ââŠYeah?â
âYou melted.â
He opens his mouth to argue, then stops.
He stares at the ceiling for a second, thinking.
ââŠOkay,â he admits. âMaybe a little.â
You grin. âAdmitting it is the final stage.â
He nudges your forehead with his. âDonât make it weird.â
From the kitchen, someone yells, âWHY ARE YOU GUYS SO CLOSE.â
Ohyul tightens one arm around your waist immediately.
âMind your business,â he calls back.
You laugh and kiss his cheek again.
This time, he doesnât even pretend to resist.
Ryul
Ryul notices everything.
So honestly, the fact that you even think you can sneak this past him is bold.
Heâs sitting at the small dining table in the dorm, chair tilted back slightly, one foot hooked around the leg like heâs daring gravity to test him. His phone is in his hand, thumbs flying as he textsâprobably one of the members even though theyâre literally in the next room.
Youâre across from him, pretending to be invested in a bag of snacks that is very much empty.
Youâre actually watching him.
You saw the trend earlier.
You havenât said anything since.
That alone has him suspicious.
âYouâre quiet,â Ryul says without looking up.
You blink. âAm I not allowed to be?â
âNo,â he says immediately. âNot like that.â
âLike what?â
He finally looks up, eyes narrowing slightly. âLike youâre plotting.â
You smile. âI would never.â
He scoffs. âThatâs crazy because you absolutely would.â
You stand up.
He straightens in his chair instantly. âWhy are you standing.â
âIâm stretching.â
âYou stretched like ten minutes ago.â
âIâm very flexible.â
âThat didnât answer the question.â
You walk over to him slowly, stopping right between his knees. He leans back just a little, hands gripping the edge of the chair.
âYouâre too close,â he says.
âYouâre dramatic.â
He laughs once, short and disbelieving. âYou came over here on purpose. What are you doing?â
You lean down.
Not kissing yet. Just enough for him to feel it.
He freezes.
ââŠWhy are you leaning like that,â he asks, voice lighter now, teasing but guarded.
You tilt your head. âWhat?â
âYouâre doing the slow thing,â he says. âI donât like the slow thing.â
âYou never complained before.â
âThatâs different,â he says. âThat was intentional.â
âThis isnât?â
He opens his mouth, then closes it. ââŠOkay I donât like that youâre winning.â
You grin and finally press a quick kiss to his lipsâbarely even thereâthen pull back immediately.
Ryul blinks.
âThatâs it?â he asks.
You shrug. âWhat?â
âThat wasnât a real kiss,â he says, already smug. âYouâre trying to rage bait me.â
âAm I?â
âYes,â he says. âAnd it didnât work.â
You watch him carefully.
The way his leg unhooks from the chair.
The way his hands slide from the edge of the seat to your waist without him even realizing.
âYouâre gripping me,â you point out.
âNo Iâm not.â
You look down. âRyul.â
He glances down too. Pauses.
ââŠOkay that doesnât count.â
You lean in againâbut instead of kissing him, you stop just short.
He groans. Loudly.
âOh my god,â he laughs, tilting his head back. âWhy are you hovering?â
âTesting something,â you say sweetly.
âYouâre so annoying,â he says, but heâs smiling now. âIâm not melting.â
You finally kiss him againâanother quick peckâand then immediately poke his shoulder.
âHEY,â he protests. âWhat was that for?â
âFor balance.â
âThat doesnât even make sense.â
You step back, hands raised. âYouâre still upright. Looks like you passed.â
He squints. âPassed what?â
âNothing,â you say.
He narrows his eyes further. âYouâre lying.â
You smile innocently.
He stands up suddenly, closing the distance again.
âOkay,â he says. âMy turn.â
âFor what?â
âFor whatever game youâre playing.â
You barely have time to react before he leans inâbut instead of kissing you, he bumps your nose lightly with his.
You laugh. âOh thatâs weak.â
âOh really?â he says. âYou laughed.â
âThatâs not melting.â
âYouâre soft,â he says confidently. âI win.â
âNo you donât.â
You grab the front of his hoodie and tug him down just enough to land another quick kissâthis time on his cheek.
His entire body freezes.
You see it.
Feel it.
He exhales slowly and drops his forehead onto your shoulder like the fight just left him.
ââŠYouâre cheating,â he mumbles.
You laugh softly. âHow?â
âYou keep sneaking them in.â
âThatâs literally the point of the trend.â
He lifts his head. âTrend?â
You freeze.
He grins. âAha.â
âOkay,â you admit. âYes. Itâs a TikTok thing.â
âI knew it,â he says. âYouâre trying to see if I melt.â
âYou said it,â not me.
He scoffs. âI am not melting.â
You lean in again.
He braces this timeâshoulders tense, jaw set.
You kiss his jaw quickly and pull back.
He sighs.
A real sigh.
Not dramatic. Not annoyed.
Just⊠comfortable.
You smile. âRyul.â
âDonât,â he says quietly.
âYour guard dropped.â
He clicks his tongue. âI relaxed.â
âThatâs melting.â
âNo itâs not,â he argues. âMelting is likeâdramatic. Iâm just⊠settling.â
You step closer again, arms sliding loosely around his waist.
He immediately wraps one arm around your back.
âSee,â you say. âClingy.â
âI am not clingy.â
âYou pulled me in,â you point out.
âInstinct.â
You kiss his chin lightly.
He exhales again, this time resting his cheek against the top of your head.
ââŠOkay,â he mutters. âThis trend is unfair.â
You grin against his hoodie. âSo you admit it?â
He hesitates.
Then tightens his arm around you just a little.
ââŠFine,â he says. âMaybe I melt. But only with you.â
Your chest does that dumb, warm flip.
From the hallway, someone yells, âWHY ARE YOU TWO GLUED TO EACH OTHER AGAIN?â
Ryul doesnât even look up.
He nudges your shoulder with his chin and says, âDonât care.â
You laugh and sneak one more soft kiss under his jaw.
He doesnât protest.
Doesnât pretend.
Just holds you closer.
Definitely melted.
Woojin
Woojin doesnât even pretend.
Thatâs the difference.
Youâre sitting at the dorm table, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone while chaos happens around youâsomeone yelling from the kitchen, someone else practicing choreo in the mirror for no reason. Woojin is beside you, chin resting in his palm, watching you instead of whatever is on his phone.
You catch him.
Again.
âYou good?â you ask.
He hums. âYeah.â
âYouâve been staring.â
âI know.â
You blink. âYouâre not gonna deny it?â
âNope.â
You squint at him. âThatâs suspicious.â
He smiles, soft and easy. âI like looking at you.â
You groan. âYouâre actually unbearable.â
âCorrect,â he says. âAnd yet.â
You shake your head, laughing, and look back down at your phoneâjust in time to see the TikTok trend pop up.
Seeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss.
You glance at Woojin slowly.
Heâs already watching you again.
âWhat?â he asks.
âNothing,â you say, too innocently.
He raises an eyebrow. âThatâs a lie.â
You stand up.
He immediately reaches out and hooks a finger around your sleeve. âWhere are you going.â
âI stood up,â you say. âRelax.â
âI donât like when you move without explaining,â he says calmly.
âYou sound insane.â
âWhipped,â he corrects. âThereâs a difference.â
You laugh and step closer to him, standing between his knees. He looks up at you, completely unguarded, hands already settling on your hips like thatâs where they live.
âYou gonna do the thing?â he asks.
âWhat thing?â
âThe slow lean,â he says. âEveryoneâs been doing it.â
You freeze. âYouâve seen the trend?â
âYeah,â he says. âItâs cute.â
You narrow your eyes. âYou were just gonna let me try it.â
âAbsolutely,â he says. âIâm curious.â
âYouâre not even nervous?â
He shrugs. âI already know the outcome.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
He smiles wider. âI melt. Instantly.â
That makes you laugh so hard you almost forget what you were doing.
âYouâre not supposed to admit that.â
âWhy not?â he says. âItâs true.â
You lean down anywayâslow, teasing, hovering just close enough for him to feel your breath.
He doesnât tense.
Doesnât brace.
Doesnât fight it.
He just relaxes.
His shoulders drop, hands warm and steady on your waist, eyes softening like heâs already home.
âYou see?â he says quietly. âLook at me. Gone.â
You kiss himâbut itâs quick. A soft peck. You pull back immediately.
He sighs happily.
âYup,â he says. âThat did it.â
âThatâs it?â you tease. âNo denial? No âI didnât meltâ?â
He shakes his head. âWhy would I lie?â
You poke his cheek. âYou didnât even try to resist.â
âI donât want to,â he says simply.
Your heart does that stupid thing again.
You hide it by kissing his nose.
He smiles so hard his eyes almost disappear.
âWow,â he says. âAnother one.â
âYouâre counting?â
âOf course,â he says. âI treasure these.â
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âYou love it.â
You lean in again, slower this time, stopping just before your lips meet.
He tilts his head up instinctively, following you.
âYou stopped,â he murmurs.
âYouâre supposed to wait.â
âI am waiting,â he says. âPatiently.â
You laugh and finally give him another quick kissâthis one on the corner of his mouth.
He exhales, content, and rests his forehead against your chest.
âSee?â he says. âMelted.â
âThat was barely anything.â
âAnd yet,â he says, arms sliding fully around your waist, pulling you close, âIâm gone.â
You thread your fingers through his hair lightly.
âYouâre proud of this?â
âExtremely,â he says. âYouâre my favorite person.â
âThatâs dangerous.â
âThatâs committed.â
From across the room, Ryul yells, âWHY ARE YOU TWO ALWAYS TOUCHING.â
Woojin doesnât even look up.
âBecause Iâm lowkey whippedâ he calls back easily.
Thereâs a pause.
ââŠAt least youâre honest,â Louis mutters.
You laugh and try to pull back, but Woojin keeps you right where you are.
âWait,â he says. âOne more.â
âFor what?â
âYou leaned earlier,â he says. âMy turn.â
He leans inânot slow, not teasingâjust bumps his forehead against yours gently.
Then he kisses your cheek.
Soft. Quick. Familiar.
You gasp dramatically. âHEY.â
He grins. âYou melted.â
âI did not.â
âYou did,â he says confidently. âYour shoulders dropped.â
âWhateverâ
You kiss him againâanother light peckâand this time youâre the one who lingers just a second longer.
He hums, satisfied.
âYeah,â he says. âThere it is.â
âThere what?â
âMy favorite thing,â he says softly. âYou.â
You groan and hide your face in his shoulder. âYouâre so whipped itâs embarrassing.â
He tightens his hold just a little.
âGood,â he says. âI hope everyone knows.â
From the kitchen: âWE KNOW.â
Woojin laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âWorth it,â he says.
You smile.
He didnât melt.
He stayed melted the whole time.
Louis
You find out about the trend on accident.
Youâre sprawled across the dorm couch, half-listening to whatever argument is happening in the kitchenâsomething about instant ramen etiquetteâwhen a TikTok pops up on your phone.
âSeeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss.â
You squint.
Replay it.
Then replay it again.
Louis is sitting on the floor a few feet away, back against the couch, gaming console in his hands. Heâs focused, tongue poking slightly into his cheek, fully locked in. Comfortable. Unaware.
Perfect.
You slide off the couch quietly and hover behind him.
He notices immediately.
âWhy are you looming?â he asks without looking up.
âIâm not looming,â you say. âIâm⊠existing.â
âMenacingly,â he adds.
You snort.
You step closer and nudge his shoulder with your knee. He finally looks up at you, eyebrow raised.
âWhat do you want?â
You shrug. âCanât I just hang out with my boyfriend?â
He narrows his eyes. âYou only talk like that when youâre about to do something weird.â
You grin.
âYouâre being dramatic.â
âI am extremely correct,â he says, setting the controller down. âWhatâs up?â
You donât answer. Instead, you bend down just slightly so your faces are close.
Not kissing.
Just close.
Louis freezes.
âYouââ he laughs nervously and leans back a little. âWhy are you staring at me like that?â
You tilt your head. âLike what?â
âLike youâre about to bite me.â
âMaybe I am.â
He scoffs. âYouâre so fake.â
You lean in and press a quick kiss to his lipsâbarely a secondâthen pull back immediately.
He blinks.
âThatâs it?â he says.
You shrug again. âWhat?â
âThat was nothing,â he says, smug now. âI didnât melt.â
You bite your lip to keep from smiling. âDidnât you?â
âNope.â
You lean in again, slower this timeâbut instead of kissing him, you stop just short.
Louis groans and drops his head back against the couch.
âOh my god,â he laughs. âStop doing that.â
âDoing what?â you ask sweetly.
âHovering,â he says. âItâs evil.â
You finally kiss him againâanother quick peckâthen pull back and flick his forehead.
âOW,â he yelps. âWhy would you do that?â
âFor science.â
He stares at you. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âYou love me,â you say.
He smiles despite himself. âUnfortunately.â
You try againâthis time you grab his cheeks gently, squishing them just enough to annoy him before landing another kiss.
âHEY,â he protests, laughing. âYouâre literally harassing me.â
âYouâre smiling,â you point out.
âI smile when Iâm stressed.â
âI donât think thatâs healthy king.â
He reaches up suddenly and pokes your side.
You squeak and swat his hand. âOh no you donât.â
Now itâs on.
You push his shoulder lightly, and he pretends to dramatically lose balance, falling sideways with an exaggerated groan.
âAssault,â he says. âIâll be reporting this.â
âYou started it,â you argue, climbing halfway over him to pin him down. âAdmit it.â
âNever,â he says, tryingâand failingâto look serious. âYouâll never break me.â
You lean down like youâre going to kiss him again.
He braces. You can tell. His hands already come up to your waist.
Instead, you boop his nose.
He bursts out laughing.
âBRO.â
âThatâs one,â you say proudly.
âOne what?â
âOne melt,â you say. âYou laughed.â
âThatâs not melting!â
âYour guard dropped.â
He gasps. âYouâre making up rules.â
You grin. âThatâs how trends work.â
He reaches up and pulls you down into another kissâstill short, still playfulâbut this time youâre the one caught off guard.
When you pull back, heâs smirking.
âSee?â he says. âYou melted.â
âNo I didnât.â
âYou absolutely did,â he says. âYour shoulders dropped.â
You blink. âYouâre analyzing my posture now?â
âYes,â he says. âIâm very invested.â
You lean your forehead against his. âAdmit it. Youâre losing.â
He sighs dramatically. âFine. Maybe. A little.â
âA little?â you tease.
He shrugs, arms sliding loosely around your back. âYouâre just⊠annoying in a way I like.â
Your heart does a stupid little flip.
You hide it by kissing his cheek quickly.
He freezes.
ââŠOkay that one was uncalled for,â he says quietly.
You pull back. âWhat?â
âThat one almost got me.â
You smile. âAlmost?â
He laughs under his breath and squeezes you closerânot tight, just comfortable. Familiar.
âI donât melt,â he says. âI just⊠soften.â
âThatâs literally the same thing.â
âNo,â he insists. âMelting sounds dramatic.â
You kiss his jaw.
He sighs.
ââŠOkay maybe I melt.â
From the kitchen, Ohyul yells, âWHY ARE YOU BOTH SO QUIET NOW?â
Louis doesnât answer.
He just nudges you with his nose and whispers, âDonât put this on TikTok.â
You grin. âNo promises.â
He groansâbut heâs smiling, arms still around you.
Definitely melted.
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