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⠀ ⠀ ── 𖥻 ๋ 𓈒 ⭐ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ᜔ being a sleepy head !
nct dream fluff headcanon.
jaemin. at midnight, the sheets tangle on your limbs as his fingers run down your spine in a deliberate gesture. your tongue tangles in your palate and feels heavy as you talk about trivial things while he listens patiently. smiling sweetly when you can't follow the thread of your thoughts at the speed you desire, and your eyes look one last glimpse into his loving eyes before plunging you into a deep sleep. your body is covered by a blanket and you barely hear his voice saying “let's meet again in your dreams.” warming the place where your heart rests.
haechan. he is a night person. even with his schedules, he usually has more sleep resistance than you. you've both put on a series that you've been wanting to watch together, and since I this moments don't happen very often, you plan to spend the whole day curled up next to him. his body is so warm, and his grip comforting, that you soon decide to leave him to go to the ethereal world of dreams. and among the semi-unconsciousness, you think you feel his laugh poking you, “unbelievable, why you choose that boring movie if you were going to fall asleep?” just feeling your body being gently drawn to his “i'll tell you how the movie ends in the morning.”
jisung. the different time zones had your internal clock pretty damaged and crazy, to the point where you slept all afternoon and were more than awake at night. therefore, your night endurance is greater than jisung's. even on his day off, the poor boy does nothing but sleep. silence settles in the room when you know he's not listening to you anymore, hearing to the slight snoring of the boy with the cold nose on your neck, feeling him stir between dreams, “oh- fuck,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face, “did i fall asleep?” he asks. “pretty much, yeah.” you hear his muffled laugh, but deep down it makes you happy that he rests properly, especially when you know his workday. his only response is get closer to you. “keep talking, i swear i won't fall asleep this time.” quick spoiler: he did.
mark. it is a habit to put on a film and not pay attention to it while talking and using it as background noise. both of you have fairly tight schedules, and believe it is possible to do everything at the same time, such as ordering food delivery and chatting while watching a movie. but honestly, you are so exhausted, that the film takes a back seat while you both have your intimate moment full of kisses and caresses. it's impossible not to fall asleep for both of you. and even in the limbo of dreams, you're there with him, and he's talking to you while he sleeps, “i love you.”
renjun. he does not usually rest for long, and many times (only when you are aware that he is not by your side sleeping) you see him at his desk writing new entries in his diary, or painting with his watercolors. you are aware, too, that he does that when he is very overwhelmed or overloaded with things. and even when he goes back to bed the moment you notice his absence and wake up, or call his name, you worry that he's keeping him hidden from you; the way he uses art to release all the weight that keep him awake. “you scared me,” he pronounces shyly when you approach him and rest your head on his shoulder, “i woke you up? forgive me...” he stops his word when you shake your head, “should we go to bed, then?” he wonders, but again, you deny. “finish this first, love.” you smile tenderly, snuggling into him as he returns to his drawing: somewhat kind of similar to you.
chenle. having a tight schedule makes it difficult to see chenle often. you never seem to coincide because you leave first thing in the morning and when you arrive exhausted to sleep, chenle returns until late at night. he scolds you on occasion when you insist on staying up even when you both know that means you'll feel sleepy at work. in the end, he lets you do what you want, because deep down, he misses your long chats before going to bed. “so... one of my... coworkers said...” your eyelids close on their own, you swear by your life. and your tongue feels so heavy, but you must keep going, because seriously, seriously it's funny, “have you- seen my... sandwich?... and i said..., it's in...” chenle waits for the punchline while he strokes your hair, but it never comes, so with a amused smile dancing on his lips, he turns off the lamp. “your mouth?” he wonders at the ceiling, widening his eyes, “the toilets?”
jeno. the letters change places when you look at them for a long time. you blink, your eyelids heavy linger towards the empty coffee cup next to your notes; your attempt to do an all-nighter has been unsuccessful as you feel the sleep spell take control of your body. “come, darling,” seems to whisper sandman in your ear. as you are in the limbo between the two universes, your body seems to float and be welcomed by his warm embrace, followed by the gentle movement that lullies you back when jeno takes you to his room.
# jisung + marking
# nsfw + mdni. jisung’s a love biter. and just mille trying to avoid dialogue.
it’s the way jisung’s a love biter, kisses on your lips slowly traveling down to your neck, long, slender fingers tipping up your chin to expose your soft, pretty neck. one hand on your waist, holding you tightly to his lap, the other gentle and careful to hold your face, a wet trail of kisses on your skin.
and there’s no words to be said, as his teeth graze your neck briefly, gently nipping your skin directly above your rapid heartbeat, a low, deep hum at the quiet sounds he elicits from your throat. a nip, then a lesser gentle suck, bruising your skin in a splotchy, darkening bloom of a hickey.
jisung’s soft hair brushing against your jaw as he kisses each fresh bite he leaves, slowly and gentle as if hickeys are a mark of a love note, a quiet, subtle claim to your body as his. splotchy, loving bruises trailing down your skin, his gaze glancing up as if in a loving trance up to your eyes through his long lashes, fingers letting go of your chin to slowly unbutton the shirt of his you’re wearing. and as he slips each button undone, a fresh hickey finds its way to replace a fading one, down to the pretty swells of your chest. your fingers gently tugging on his hair as jisung groans softly at the sensation, tugging his shirt off your shoulders carefully, just enough to expose more skin, leaning down to bite another mark, bruises flowering on your soft breasts, his grip on your waist tightening, as if he never wants to let go.
a small blush on his cheeks, seeing the way he’s left so many marks, both fresh and healing. jisung can’t help it. the right words always fail him, shyness overtaking the way he wishes to tell you something. so in the intimate, romantic moments like these, he’ll leave his claim to tell you his love, through the marks marring your skin. and in the same way he’ll smile quietly and nudge your concealer away from his bites, a shy smile on his lips when he catches a glimpse of a love bite on your skin when the wind ruffles your clothes, so quiet but prominently saying you’re his.
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jisung’s a love biter, his big hands holding your thighs spread open, soft groan emanating from his throat at the sight of your pretty, plush thighs covered in fading marks of his, biting his plush lower lip before leaning in, placing kisses over the remaining bruises. it’s jisung’s way of teasing, to leave trailing bites up to your core, each nip a touch harder than before, until his lips press against your clit, warm tongue licking up your slit, a hint of a smile when your fingers thread through his hair and quiet whimpers fall from your lips, he’s pleased.
and lying on his chest while his softening cock warms your pussy, a sticky mess he’s left of cum dripping down the love bites on your thighs, his fingers tracing the hickeys on your chest like constellation stars, humming softly to a song because he can’t sleep after sex until you have.
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i’m doing good! i’ve been away from home for about a week and just got back yesterday so i’m happy to be back ☺️ how have you been? 🤍
badly missing istj jisung