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You should be asleep right now.
The buzz of the a/c fills your ears as you strain to listen for the muffled whines. The bright, red digits on your clock say it's 2 am, but you can't help but feel wide awake at the sounds filling the dark room.
You initially heard the hesitant scuffling when you had one eye closed, the soft thump of a wooden drawer going to sober you further from the grogginess of sleep.
It wasn't uncommon for the girl to go about her business when you slept or even tried to, the both of you have been over this with each other. It's no big deal to the both of you, if either one of you two moves around the shared room or went out for any reason.
But this time you could hear soft, desperate puffs amongst the rustling. Little whines that made the dark room feel full suddenly, as if the white noise was pounding into your ears while you went about searching for the sounds until a sharp gasp cut off your train of thought.
Your eyes widened from where you were staring at the wall you faced, the realization made you still underneath your blankets as the girl's gasps picked up with the shuffling noise of the sheets.
Nayeon was awake.
Probably in her bed trying her hardest not to wake you while she desperately got off under her own covers. The thought made a warmth rush over your stomach at the sound of her panting faintly into the darkness.
God, her whines sounded so cute and broken. You could tell she was covering her mouth, and as the moon light crept into the room you debated the ethics of slyly rolling over to get a glimpse of your roommate coming undone but whatever means she might be using.
You just couldn't help yourself as you started to shift under covers, you couldn't see Nayeon but the beam of moonlight that pooled into the room went on to her corner of the room where you could only see some of her kneeled form sitting still. Probably trying to see if you'd woken up to her or not.
She tentatively pants in place before going back to rocking her hips forward, and with a fake mumble to mimic how you would mumble in your sleep you turn fully.
Balling the sheets up to your face, your shield yourself from view as Nayeon slowly works herself back up.
Now with the full picture in front of you, your mouth goes dry at the sight.
With her sleep shorts discarded on the ground and panties moved to the side, Nayeon rocks forward onto her pillow desperately with the neck of her sleep shirt in her hand to muffle her moans.
She looks mesmerizing in the moonlight while she grinds down on the throw pillow held still on her hand.
Slowly moving your hand to your own groin, you start to rub at the growing wetness between your folds, matching Nayeon's pace. Closing your eyes shut at the feeling, you pant into your seat and get lost in the sound of her whimpers. Her pillow is probably drenched at this point.
Her whimpers suddenly start to pick up and she moves her hand covering her mouth to her front as she teases her clit in short spurts.
Without her hand muffling the sounds pilling from her lips she moans out a small "M-ommy please" and lets her tongue lull out as she starts to jolt against the pillow.
Mommy.
Quickening the motions on your own clit, you roll your hips onto your hand at the title. You can only imagine how she would look, grinding onto your leg like she does her plaid covered pillow until she cums under your rough touch. That lovely bright pink blush would wash over her face as she pants onto your lips.
Nayeon was angelic, but this-
This was a sight to behold.
With one final thrust, Nayeon plants her hands in front of her and drops her head, shaking against the pillow with a whimper.
Sitting like that for a few more seconds before combing a hand through her hair, Nayeon sighs to herself.
Leaning over to flick on the lamp, you both freeze when the soft light coats the room.
You look at Nayeon with wide eyes, still nestled within the covers while you stare back at her in her afterglow. Her underwear was still crooked, and her hair was messed out of it's ponytail while she sat planted on the pillow.
Neither of you knew whether to speak or not, but you could just talk about it in the morning.
