that’s exactly what i thought when i saw them!! looks so much like his outfit when he’s standing at his special corner lol ;;;

the way mingyu hoists you up so effortlessly and holds your body against the wall never ceases to give you butterflies. your heels click at his back while his large hands explore your torso, a hickey currently being suckled to the sweet spot just below your ear. you can feel his cock pressing against your pussy, hard and thick and heavy. swallowing the lump in your throat, you ask in a small voice, “pl-please, mingyu. please put it in. i need it.”

he rests his forehead against yours, smirking. “you need what, baby? be direct, hm?” shaking in his hold, the tears prick at your eyes as you ask again. “i-i need your cock. inside me. please.” you feel like you could be split in half as mingyu begins fitting himself. he hits deep, and you practically slump into him, drooling onto his shoulder. his hands cup your ass as he begins to bounce you up and down on his length, using you like some sort of sensual toy. “you’re so tiny and delicate,” mingyu purrs, kissing the side of your head, “i love it.”

sometimes, your lust gets the better of you, especially when it comes to joshua. he’s just waltzing out of practice with his gym bag when you grab his arm and drag him to the car lot. he’s laughing as you rush him into the backseat, your hands already dug into his boxers to pull out his cock, not a care in the world of whether a manager or bandmate could walk by and see everything.

he watches you twist your underwear aside. climbing onto the boy’s lap, you begin sinking down around him, a shudder running through your body as joshua grabs your hips to assist you. “it’s been too long.” you whine. joshua rolls his eyes in response, helping you gain rhythm by rocking your body back and forth. “did we not have sex last night?” he chuckles as you fling off your bra. “just shut up and fuck me.” you whine. joshua grins. “you’re such a whore.”

on most occasions, seokmin isn’t one to make you beg. he’s quite compliant when it comes to pleasing you, always does as you ask, always fucks you harder and chokes you tighter and licks you faster upon instruction. tonight however, seokmin seems different. he’s not letting you have it so easily.

“please, seok!” you whine in complete impatience. “want your cock s’so bad. need you to fuck me ‘n fill me up!” he continues to guide the head of his length along your slit, even thrusts between your folds as he lays overtop you, smirking. “do you deserve it?” he asks. “why should i give you my cum, honey? why should i fuck your desperate little pussy at all?” a wave of incoherency floods over you. the only thing you can do is senselessly babble as seokmin teases you with the head of cock, waiting for the right words.

you hardly get enough time to brace yourself for the next smack. jun’s palm strikes hard, right across your ass, and you’re forced to shove your own fingers in your mouth as a means to control the whimpering. usually, his lap is comfortable. but tonight, with your bottom half splayed across it, you feel nothing but a pleasurable sting and a wetness dripping onto his jeans.

“so pretty like this.” jun says, a smile decorating his mouth. he massages the area tenderly, even leans forward to kiss your shoulder blade. “but i’m not done with you yet--” his hand strikes down again unexpectedly and you burst into a cry, “take it like a good girl.” jun murmurs smoothly, giving your flesh a squeeze.

he’s so pathetic like this, you think, so exposed and shameless. and yet, simultaneously, you’re in love with the sight of mingyu behaving like the submissive, compliant little puppy he is. spread out for you on the armchair, his hands tied behind his back, the buttons on his white dress shirt popped open. there’s a pink flush to his cheeks and his black hair is all disarrayed. 

“such a good boy, aren’t you, sweetie?” you can’t help but taunt, taking the bottom of your shoe and pressing it right against his crotch. mingyu whines loudly in response, grinding his hips. there’s a wet spot already forming on his dark slacks. “what does my puppy want most, hm?” catching your eye in the dim lights of the hotel room, mingyu starts to beg. “please, let me taste you.”

gripping your chin with his index finger and thumb, joshua holds your face still and centre. using the latter hand, he pumps himself quick, the soft whines rumbling in his chest a perfect indication of how close he’s getting. “o-open your mouth, kitten,” joshua stutters, his head rolling back, “m’gonna cum all over that pretty fuckin’ face of yours.” something about his voice uttering such a pet name has you eager to please. 

sticking out your tongue, you wait patiently on your knees, smile even when his cock begins to throb and strings of hot, thick white paint your skin. unable to contain yourself, you take him into your mouth and suckle, feeling his hand press your head further down his length. “you really like being called kitten, huh?” joshua chuckles. you stare up at him with teary eyes and nod.

wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder, you close your eyes and focus on seungcheol’s voice. while he may be situated on the other side of the world, the long distance hasn’t stopped you two from getting your fix. taking the tip of the buzzing vibrator, you hold it firm against your clit. your teeth grit, and you whine desperately, feeling the pressure in your abdomen build.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” seungcheol rasps in his brassy voice. it crackles slightly through the static and you whimper your agreement. “hold it there until you cum, sweetheart.” he continues to instruct. you hear the sound of his own wrist working persistently, prompting you to assume he’s nearing his climax. breathily, you mumble, “i wish you were here, inside me.” at that, seungcheol groans, and you can picture the cum painting his pretty fingers.

your head whips back, and a high-pitched, exhausted cry rips from your throat. grabbing onto the railing of the head board, you attempt to lift yourself from mingyu’s face. yet, he doesn’t allow it. his hands clutch your thighs tight, slamming you back down, his tongue licking all over your sore, aching pussy. you begin to weep. your first orgasm feels like a lifetime ago. 

“you’re so fucking hot when you cry.” mingyu grunts, managing to separate his mouth from your core. “just let me give you one more, baby. then i’m done. i promise.” taking in a deep breath, you oblige, sinking down lower until you’re rubbing right against the boy’s tongue. you don’t understand how he can love the taste of you this much. you just know it feels good. even when it hurts.

once seungcheol latches the cuffs closed, you attempt to move your wrists, only to hear the harsh clank of the metal hitting the bed poles. he glides his hands comfortingly down your ribcage, squeezes your hips, and plants a tender peck to your forehead. “do you think it’s too tight, baby?” he asks. 

you shake your head. seungcheol smiles. continuing to rile you up with heated, slow kisses, the boy sneaks a hand between your thighs. his finger traces the slickness gathered at your entrance. and then, just a second later, he pushes the digit inside. you groan against his mouth and instinctively reach for him, only to be stalled by the cuffs. “so helpless tonight, aren’t you, princess?” seungcheol chuckles, removing his finger so he can place it on your tongue.