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Omega X MTL: Volume in Bed

Hi hello good evening! This is my first time writing something smut-adjacent so bear with me, sorry if this isn't as,, intensive as you were hoping it would be lol but uh, enjoy!

Warnings: mild descriptions of sex noises

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction!! These are my own thoughts, feel free to disagree

Minors DNI!!

Loudest

Junghoon Hwichan Sebin Hangyeom Jaehan Xen Jehyun Yechan Hyuk Kevin Taedong

Quietest

Junghoon

If he thinks something feels good, you and anyone who comes near your room will know. He also tends to talk during, whether it be dirty talk & teasing, or trying to have a conversation with you while in the act.

Hwichan

Sweet, pretty moans and whines the whole time except for when he's praising you. He also has a tendency to giggle occasionally.

Sebin

Mr. Talkative pt. 2, he praises and compliments you at least as much as he moans. Has no awareness of his volume.

Hangyeom

He was a bit quiet at the start of your relationship but you encouraged him to be more vocal, telling him how much you loved it and that it lets you know he feels good too. Now he makes as much noise as he feels like.

Jaehan

Was and sometimes still is a bit self-conscious about being very loud, but oftentimes can't help it now that he's completely comfortable with you, and with himself.

Xen

Soft, breathy moans; not always loud but he can get loud. He prefers whispering dirty things in your ear.

Jehyun

He moans a lot but he's quieter. He loves to press him face into your neck and kiss you while still moaning.

Yechan

He tries to talk to you during sex but often cuts himself off by moaning. Another one that's not fully aware of how loud he can be, but doesn't moan as frequently.

Hyuk

He rarely moans outright, mostly making low, quiet noises. He prefers to listen to you moan than to hear himself.

Kevin

He can be shy about making much noise, but when he does he tends to whine more than moan. When he does moan, he usually does so with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Sweet quiet boy is usually pretty quiet in bed too. Sometimes he can be a bit shy about making much noise, but oftentimes it's just that he's more of the "quiet enjoyer" type, relishing the time together and the feeling and your noises more than he's concerned about vocalizing himself.

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🌸 - fluff

🌹 - romance

🌃 - angst

🎱 - smut

Omega X

MTL: Volume in Bed 🎱

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Before the Party - Taerae 🌸🌹

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[ox-imagines]

Before the Party

Summary: Taerae is over at his partner's house preparing for a Christmas party with the boys, enjoying the quality time with her before everyone else arrives.

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: food prep, makeout that gets mildly steamy

The scent of spices filled the air, mixing delightfully with the faint holiday music and the aroma of the tree in the corner. A soft hum rose in my chest as I felt a pair of arms around my waist.

“Let me help,” Taerae’s low, cheery voice spoke from behind me and he removed one of his hands from me, dipping a finger into the white chocolate I was melting on the stove. He hissed softly at the high temperature, but quickly put it in his mouth regardless.

“How about you don’t stick your fingers in the food?” I chuckled, looking over my shoulder at him. 

He just gave me a wide grin, his cheeks pink and his eyes sparkling behind the frames of his glasses. “I think it needs candy cane.”

“Duh? Tae, you can’t add the candy cane in the pot, though, or it’ll melt.”

“I know! I thought maybe it would be cool though. Like maybe it would add some peppermint flavor to the chocolate in addition to the candy cane on top. And make it pink!” He reached for the bowl of crushed candy canes and gave me a quizzical look.

“Okay, fine. Put some in,” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “But you’re in charge of crushing more candy canes to make up for the unplanned expenditure.”

“Those are some big fancy words,” Taerae teased as he spooned some of the candy into the pot, using almost half. An apologetic grin and kiss on the cheek from him more than made up for it, though.

I turned the burner off under the pot of chocolate as I pulled out the brownies. “These need to cool for a few minutes and then can be rolled into balls, here,” I handed him a pack of candy-stripe patterned sticks, “are the sticks for them, they’ll go on the stick, then get dipped in the chocolate, then get dipped in the candy cane bits. I need to put together the jalapeno poppers, can I trust you to do that?”

He nodded vigorously. “Of course, baby.” I smiled as I listened to him sing while he worked. Things went smoothly until Taerae tried to make the deviled eggs. Three of the eggs ended up on the floor whilst he was peeling them, then after recovering from that he made the filling. “Hey, baby, could you come taste this?”

I obliged, regretfully unable to keep from making a sour expression as I tasted it. “Taerae…I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Please get out of my kitchen.”

“Ah,” he spoke quietly, giving me a half-smile as he looked down at the questionable color of the egg filling.

“Your help has been so appreciated and I love working with you, but I can finish the rest on my own,” I smiled apologetically, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“I understand.” He grinned and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’ll go finish the decorations, I guess.”

I went back to work, able to get things done quicker without another person in the kitchen though his presence was missed; it helped that I could hear him cheerfully singing along to carols as he decorated. After finishing the jalapeno poppers, I threw some bread in the oven and remade the deviled egg filling, piping it into the eggs. Taerae had stopped singing. “Tae? Baby?” I pulled my apron over my head and set it over a chair, then stepped out of the kitchen. Taerae was standing there smirking, casually holding up a felt mistletoe decoration. “Oh,” I raised my eyebrows.

“I found this, where should I hang it?” His eyes didn’t leave mine, his face getting closer; his breath was warm against my face. I couldn’t tell if the question was intentionally rhetorical or if he just didn’t care enough to wait for an answer.

“Taerae…” Our lips melded together in a way I’d never get tired of, the taste of him gracing my mouth as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip, sending my senses into overdrive. We pulled away momentarily and he removed his glasses, sliding them into one of his pockets before passionately pressing his face to mine once more. I slipped my hands under his hoodie, earning a soft whine from him. One of his hands found its way up to the nape of my neck and cradled my head as he kissed me harder. His fingers wound their way up into my hair. My skin heated under his touch and I could feel that he was getting hotter too.

“Baby,” he whimpered softly as he caught his breath, his thumb rubbing circles against my waist. “I want you,” his deep voice was breathy, wide eyes searching mine. Without another word, I pulled his hoodie over his head and reattached myself to him, my hands exploring his lean torso while his tongue traversed my mouth.

Neither of us were aware of how long we stayed there, pressed against each other, my back to the wall, but gradually an unpleasant smell blighted the air. My eyes flew open, though Taerae’s lips stayed affixed to my neck as if he didn’t notice, his hips rolling lightly against mine. “The bread,” I stated as I realized what the smell was. 

“Hm?” He pulled away with a soft hum. His fluffy hair was disheveled, his cheeks and lips alike were reddened and his eyes had an almost dazed look to them.

I took a moment to admire him, trying to recollect the words that the sight of him had scattered out of my reach. “The, the bread. I had cheesy bread in the oven. I must’ve forgotten to set a timer, it smells like it’s burning.”

Taerae chuckled, retrieving his hoodie from where it had been haphazardly tossed aside onto the ground. “Well,” he ran a hand back through his hair and held his hoodie to his chest, smiling as if he’d suddenly grown shy. “It’s probably a good thing that’s what interrupted us and not the others’ arrival.” He pulled his hoodie back on, then gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. “Go take care of the bread, my love. I’ll, uh,” with a giggle, he picked up the mistletoe decoration once again. “I’ll find somewhere to hang this.”