bang chan ⭑.ᐟ

shape: thick and curved slightly upward, a natural g-spot hunter. broad head that flares a little. size: 5.5 - 6 inches, girthy. color: warm beige tone with a pink, flushed tip. his skin tone blends into it seamlessly. veins: one thick vein under the shaft that pulses when he’s turned on. others are subtle but show when he’s been edging/really hard. texture/feel: silky skin but firm and weighty. you can feel the pressure when it’s resting on your tongue. behavior: he uses it with purpose, always aiming to please. deep strokes, praise-laced thrusts, and he loves when you look up at him while sucking, and he loves loves loves when you ride it. he's a groaner, clenches his jaw, and mutters “fuck” with that aussie grit. grooming: neatly trimmed. no mess.

lee know ⭑.ᐟ

shape: straight but slightly thick at the base, then narrows toward the tip. very aesthetically pleasing. size: around 5 inches, perfectly proportioned. color: pale shaft with a pretty reddish-pink head, like it blushes when aroused. veins: minimal veins - just one trailing up the underside. texture/feel: smooth and pretty. soft to the touch when he’s teasing, but rock hard when he’s in control. behavior: quietly dangerous. doesn’t brag about it, but once it’s out, he knows it’ll ruin you. he holds your jaw and makes you look up as it enters your mouth. loves eye contact, loves a tight grip around his base while you suck him off. grooming: very clean. he probably exfoliates. smells expensive.

changbin ⭑.ᐟ

shape: just… meaty. slight upward curve, heavy balls, wide base. it’s a lot. size: 5 - 5.5 inches, but thick. the kind that stretches your mouth before it even hits the back. color: light brown with a reddish tip. flushes a deep tone when he’s close. veins: prominent. his whole shaft throbs with every beat of his heart. texture/feel: you feel this one before you even taste it. it’s got weight and texture. the kind you can’t forget. behavior: desperate. groany. adores oral.. he’ll buck into your mouth, whimpering, telling you how good you’re doing. the type to thrust harder the wetter your throat gets. fucks like a beast, but afterward, cuddles you like a teddy bear. grooming: low-maintenance but clean. some natural hair, nothing overwhelming.

hyunjin ⭑.ᐟ

shape: long, elegant, and pretty as fuck. slight upward tilt, long shaft, swollen tip. size: 6 - 6.5 inches. the kind that fills your whole hand. color: tan shaft with a flushed, almost rose-pink tip. he gets so red when he’s turned on. veins: prominent but not bulky. aesthetic, just like the rest of him. texture/feel: velvety. smooth. the kind of dick you want to kiss just because it’s pretty. behavior: sensual but intense. he gets lost in it. hips rolling like he’s making love, not just fucking. heavy on the moans, especially if you tease the tip or lick under the head. he’ll cup your face while you suck him and whisper “good girl…” in that deep voice. grooming: keeps it neat but natural. soft trimmed hair, smells like his cologne.

han ⭑.ᐟ

shape: slight curve to the left, prominent head. not super thick, but veiny and twitchy. size: 5.5 inches. color: pinkish-tan shaft, redder tip that leaks a lot. veins: veiny - like it’s alive. you can see them pulsing when he’s desperate. texture/feel: firm and twitchy. you touch him once, and he’s gasping. behavior: the kind of guy who melts for oral, like full-body trembling, fists in your hair, whiny moans that get high-pitched when you edge him. he bucks into your throat without meaning to and begs to cum. also the type to go again like 30 minutes later. grooming: inconsistent. shaves sometimes, trims sometimes. doesn’t care unless you mention it.

felix ⭑.ᐟ

shape: slender but long. head slightly wider than the shaft. size: 5 inches. color: light tan, pinkish tip. glows when he’s flushed. veins: fine veins - not bulky, just enough texture to run your tongue along. texture/feel: soft and smooth, even when hard. his skin’s just… soft everywhere. behavior: surprisingly filthy. he’s got a praise/filth duality. will tell you “you’re doing so good, baby” while pushing your head down a little more. moans deep in his chest. sensitive. one good suck to the tip and he’s panting. grooming: well-kept. subtly scented. definitely uses lotion.

seungmin ⭑.ᐟ

shape: straight as a ruler, average girth, tapered tip. basic in appearance but dangerous in use. size: 6 inches on the dot. color: light-toned, pinkish head. veins: not super prominent, just a few running along the shaft. texture/feel: deceptively smooth, but hard as a rock. feels like he’s testing your limits just by being inside. behavior: silent menace. doesn’t talk much during it, but looks down at you while you suck him with a jaw clench and the occasional hissed “fuck.” holds your head in place when he’s about to cum and doesn’t warn you. grooming: minimalist, but clean. the type to do it because it’s efficient.

jeongin ⭑.ᐟ

shape: lean, a little curved downward, swollen head that gets extra sensitive. size: 5 - 6 inches, gets thicker when hard. color: light skin with a warm pink hue when aroused. veins: soft veins, especially on the sides. looks innocent but isn’t. texture/feel: gets insanely hard when he’s close. throbs, twitches, his body gets rigid. behavior: will look so flustered when you start going down on him, but if you moan with him in your mouth, he snaps. hands in your hair, hips jerking, dirty talk pouring out of him. sensitive tip, loves tongue flicks. grooming: he tries. you might catch a little stubble, but he does his best to keep it presentable.

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that was the first time you noticed just how adorable he was. soft black curls that flopped over his forehead, pale skin that flushed easily, plush pink lips that looked made to be kissed, and a delicate, perfect nose that held up his glasses like it was crafted just for them.

he always dressed the same, you’d come to realize. a cozy college sweatshirt, jeans, and converse. or, on days he was feeling a little bolder, a flannel layered over a tee. nothing flashy. nothing attention-seeking. but he pulled it off in a way that made you want to pull him into your lap.

you learned pretty early on that chan was a virgin.. which surprised you. it wasn’t common around here. most guys at your school were shameless partiers who hooked up with anything that moved, chasing cheap highs and body counts.

but not chan.

he wasn’t like them. he didn’t go out. he didn’t flirt unless you made the first move. and despite being sweet, attentive, and.. let’s be real, hot as hell, he was painfully shy. soft touches made him twitch. a kiss to his cheek turned him beet red. he’d mumble compliments under his breath but clam up the second you tried to make things sexual.

still, what you didn’t know, what he kept so carefully tucked behind those sweet smiles and nervous laughs.. was that chan, your shy nerd of a boyfriend, was the dirtiest pervert you’d ever met.

but only in private. only in the dark. only when he was alone.

when he had the room to himself, with the door locked and his laptop shut, his thoughts were filthy. he’d imagine you in every position, in every room. he’d stroke himself slowly, desperately, to the thought of stealing your panties and holding them to his face as he came. he’d edge himself for hours, his cock leaking as he imagined your cunt wrapped around him, imagined your face when you came.

but the thought that ruined him the most? the one that made his thighs shake and his eyes roll back as he fucked his hand?

going down on you.

he couldn’t get it out of his head. your thighs over his shoulders, your taste on his tongue, the way you’d sound when you moaned his name with your fingers tangled in his curls. he didn’t even need to fuck you. not yet. he just wanted to devour you. he wanted to make you cum again and again with his mouth alone, wanted to feel your thighs trembling around his ears while you gasped that no one had ever made you feel that good before.

in his mind, he was so bold. shameless. obsessive. but the moment he imagined asking you for it, saying the words out loud?

he nearly choked on the fear. his mouth dried up. his palms got clammy. you were everything to him, and the idea of ruining it by revealing how desperate he was for you?

it kept him silent.

at least, until that night.

you were curled up in his bed, legs tangled under a blanket, his laptop resting against his knees while a movie played between you. something romantic. not your usual, but soft enough to match the mood.

then, suddenly, the scene changed. the couple on-screen began making love, slowly, tenderly, with soft gasps and bare skin. it wasn’t even pornographic, just… intimate. raw. real.

and it broke him.

chan went still beside you. you didn’t notice, but he stopped breathing. the second the actress moaned softly, he was gone. his eyes stayed glued to the screen, but his mind wandered far from it. it wandered to you. to your body. your breasts, full and warm and perfect in his hands. your legs, spread open just for him. your soft skin and your soft moans and the sweet, intoxicating smell of your cunt.

he bit down hard on his lip as the blood rushed to his cock. fast, urgent, impossible to ignore. his dick twitched under the blanket, growing stiff in his sweats, and he tried not to groan. tried not to squirm. tried to breathe.

but all he could think about was you.

and what it might feel like to finally,  finally,  have you.

you shifted slightly beside him, just enough for your thigh to press against his, and that’s when you felt it.

the stiff outline beneath his sweats. firm, hot, twitching with every shallow breath he took.

at first, you weren’t sure. maybe it was the blanket. maybe you were imagining it. but then he made this tiny sound. this quiet, shaky whimper, almost inaudible.. and it was like something clicked.

you turned your head slowly, eyes narrowing just a bit.

“chan?” you said, soft enough not to spook him.

his whole body tensed like a wire. his eyes snapped away from the screen, and when they landed on you, you could practically see the panic ripple across his face.

“i-uh-yeah?”

your gaze dropped, then lifted again. you didn’t say anything, didn’t have to. his cheeks went red. not pink. crimson.

“shit-fuck-i’m sorry,” he stammered. “i didn’t mean to-it’s not because of you-or, no, it is because of you, but not in a bad-fuck, i don’t know-”

“chan,” you cut in gently, pressing your palm against his chest. “hey. it’s okay.”

he looked at you like you’d just told him the earth stopped spinning.

“it is?”

“yeah,” you smiled, brushing his hair back. “you don’t have to freak out over a hard-on. especially not around me.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed. he was trying to calm down, but the embarrassment clung to him like static. you could see it in the way his fingers nervously curled around the blanket. the way he couldn’t hold your gaze for more than a second.

but then you touched his jaw. gentle, slow.. and tilted his face back toward yours.

“tell me the truth,” you whispered. “what were you thinking about?”

he inhaled sharply. you could see the war playing out in his head. fight or flight. but instead of backing down, he exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

then, with a voice barely louder than a whisper-

“you.”

your heart skipped.

“the scene on screen just made me think of you. what it would be like… to be inside you. to feel you under me. to touch you, taste you-fuck.”

he clenched his eyes shut again, face burning, hands fisting in the blanket like it might save him from the weight of his own need.

“i’ve wanted you for so long,” he confessed, voice cracking. “but i didn’t know how to bring it up. i didn’t want you to think i was some… creep.”

you climbed into his lap without hesitation, straddling his thighs under the blanket, letting your weight settle slowly against the aching bulge between his legs. he let out a broken little gasp, his hands flying instinctively to your waist.

“you’re not a creep,” you said, brushing your nose against his. “you’re my sweet, shy, very horny boyfriend who’s clearly been holding this in for way too long.”

a whimper slipped from his throat. he squeezed your hips like he didn’t know what else to do.

“you have no idea how bad it’s gotten,” he murmured. “i’ve thought about you every night. i-i’ve looked stuff up. how to do it. what to say. how to eat you out, how to stretch you properly. i memorized diagrams.”

you giggled, and fuck, the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth like he couldn’t help it.

“i want to learn,” he whispered, breath hot against your cheek. “i want to be good for you.”

you kissed him, soft and deep and slow, and he moaned against your mouth like he was already half undone. when you pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, you cupped his face.

“then let me teach you.”

he nodded, fast,  needy,  like he’d been waiting his whole life for that.

“please.”

you slipped your hand beneath the blanket and palmed him through his sweats, loving the way he gasped and twitched under your touch.

“we’ll take it slow,” you whispered, voice low, lips ghosting over his jaw. “you don’t have to prove anything. just let me show you how good it can feel.”

“and if you want to try anything, anything at all, you can tell me. no judgment.”

he let out a shaky exhale and nodded again.

“can i…” he started, then stopped.

you waited.

“can i taste you?”

you smiled, warm, soft, completely in love with how filthy he could be underneath all that shyness.

“yeah, baby,” you murmured, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt as you straddled him tighter. “you’ve waited long enough.”

you kissed him again, this time deeper. not soft and sweet, but slow and heated, full of intention. you could feel the way his whole body reacted to it. the stiffening of his fingers on your waist. the way his hips jerked slightly beneath you. the way he whimpered when your tongue brushed his.

when you finally pulled back, he was panting softly, eyes wide and glassy, his lips pink and kiss-swollen.

“i want to take this slow,” you whispered, dragging your fingertips up his chest. “i want to show you everything.”

he nodded, almost dazed.

“okay,” he breathed. “please.”

you slid your hands under his hoodie and gently pushed it up his chest. he lifted his arms without a word, letting you undress him. slow, careful, savoring every inch of soft, pale skin as it was revealed. his torso was warm and lean, still trembling slightly as you explored it with your palms. when your thumbs brushed over his nipples, he gasped. eyes fluttering, hips jerking up into you again like he couldn’t help it.

“sensitive,” you teased.

he covered his face with his hands, groaning.

“fuck-don’t tease-”

you grinned. “oh, baby. you can handle it.”

he let out a helpless little sound, muffled behind his fingers, and you kissed your way down his throat. warm, open-mouthed kisses that left him gasping. you dragged your tongue along the sensitive skin below his ear and smiled when he shivered under you.

“you okay?” you whispered.

“no,” he whined. “i’m losing my fucking mind.”

you laughed, soft and breathy, and sat up just enough to start tugging off your own shirt. his hands dropped from his face immediately, and the second he saw your bare skin.. your breasts free, your skin glowing in the low light, he froze.

his mouth parted. his hands hovered in the air, like he was afraid to touch.

“can i…?” he asked, already breathless.

you took his hands and placed them on your chest, guiding his palms gently over your skin.

“touch me.”

he did.

tentatively at first, then with more curiosity. his thumbs brushed your nipples and he let out a breath like it punched the air from his lungs.

“they’re so soft,” he murmured, staring. “you’re so-fuck. i don’t even have words.”

you smiled and leaned in, brushing your lips against his cheek.

“you don’t need words. just follow my lead.”

your hands drifted down to the waistband of his sweatpants. you could feel how hard he was, how the heat of him pulsed against your palm even through the fabric. he twitched under your touch, chest heaving.

“i’ve never been this hard in my life,” he whispered. “it hurts.”

“poor baby,” you cooed, rubbing him gently. “you’ve been pent up for so long, haven’t you?”

he nodded, lips parted, completely at your mercy.

you pulled his pants down slowly, freeing his cock. flushed, thick, leaking. his hips bucked instinctively, and his hands fisted in the sheets.

“you’re beautiful,” you said, and he moaned.

then you stood up and slid off your panties slowly, watching his eyes track every movement like he was watching something sacred. his breathing stuttered the second he saw your pussy. already wet, glistening in the low light.

he sat up straighter, lips parted, completely transfixed.

“lay back,” you said gently, climbing onto the bed. “and look at me.”

he obeyed instantly, chest rising and falling fast.

you crawled forward and straddled his chest, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him. you hovered just over his face, not quite letting him touch, letting him see.

“this is what you wanted, right?” you whispered, voice soft and teasing. “to taste me?”

“yes,” he breathed. “please.”

“how bad?”

“so fucking bad it hurts. please, i—i need to.”

you slid forward, just enough for your heat to brush against his lips, and he let out the most desperate moan you’d ever heard.

“then make it worth the wait.”

chan didn’t hesitate this time.

his hands came up to grip your thighs, trembling but firm, and he pulled you down with surprising strength, burying his mouth between your legs.

the first lick was slow. hesitant. but the second? the second was filthy.

he moaned like your taste alone had short-circuited his brain. his tongue flattened and dragged up your slit, then circled your clit carefully, exactly the way he’d read about in all those late-night research rabbit holes.

“fuck, baby-” you gasped, your hips rolling involuntarily. “that’s it. just like that.”

he whimpered against you, tongue flicking again, more confidently now. you reached down to thread your fingers into his curls, tugging gently, and he groaned like he liked it.

and then he started eating.

no rhythm, no holding back. just raw, desperate need. he sucked on your clit like he was trying to pull your orgasm from the root. his tongue dipped down to your entrance, tasting everything, moaning like he couldn’t get enough.

“so sweet,” he murmured, voice muffled. “mmmmpphh..”

you couldn’t even reply. your thighs were shaking, your back arching. he was messy, too messy, saliva slicking your folds, but it didn’t matter. the intensity of it made your nerves light up.

“chan-fuck-you’re gonna make me-”

he doubled down. his lips sealed around your clit, and he sucked hard. like he wanted your orgasm, needed to drink it from you.

and when you finally broke, shaking, crying out, grinding helplessly against his face, he moaned into your pussy like he was the one cumming.

he didn’t stop licking until you were twitching, oversensitive and breathless.

then he pulled back, dazed, lips glistening, hair wild, eyes dark and shining.

“did i do okay?” he asked, breath hitching.

you looked down at him, flushed, trembling, wide-eyed.. and smiled.

“it was perfect, baby,” you whisper. “you did so good.”

lips wet, hair messy, pupils blown so wide his eyes are nearly black. his chest is rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon. he’s still beneath you, blinking slowly like he can’t believe any of this is real.

you lean down and kiss him, moaning softly against his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he whimpers into the kiss, hands still gripping your thighs like he doesn’t want to let go. but his cock, flushed and twitching between you, presses against your hip, and you feel him shift, just slightly, like he doesn’t know what to do next.

you pull back, cup his jaw gently.

“do you want more?”

his eyes meet yours. his throat bobs as he swallows.

“i want everything. i want to be inside you.”

you nod, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“okay,” you whisper. “we’ll go slow. i’ll guide you.”

he exhales shakily. his hands are trembling, but he shifts as you climb off of him, letting you lay back on the bed and open your arms. he crawls between your legs like he’s being pulled by gravity.

you open them wider.

he settles there, between your thighs, his cock brushing your entrance, and he gasps, loud, raw.

“is that…?”

“mhm,” you hum, stroking his hips. “that’s me, baby.”

he moans like he’s in pain. you reach between your bodies and wrap your hand gently around his cock, guiding him, lining him up.

“you ready?”

he nods, eyes glassy, lips parted, and you help him press forward.

the tip slips in, and everything changes.

his face crumples, like he’s never felt anything like it. his hips jerk and he gasps your name like a prayer.

“oh my god- you’re so warm-so tight-i can’t-fuck-”

“shhh,” you whisper, one hand on his cheek, the other steady on his hip. “breathe, baby. you’re doing so good.”

he shudders, jaw clenched, cock twitching inside you as he slowly sinks deeper. inch by inch. you guide his hips, keep his pace slow, until he’s fully inside.

“is that… all of it?” he asks, voice barely there.

you nod, smiling through the delicious stretch. “you’re all the way in.”

he moans. not loud, but so full of disbelief. he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his body shaking from the sheer intensity of being inside you for the first time.

“i don’t want to move,” he whispers. “i’m scared i’ll cum.”

you giggle softly and kiss him.

“it’s okay if you do. you’ll just get hard again later.”

“but i want to make you feel good. i want it to last.”

you run your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet praise as you roll your hips just enough to make him twitch.

“you already feel amazing. just move when you’re ready.”

he starts to thrust slowly. awkward at first, shallow and unsure, but you keep your hands on him, grounding him, whispering where to go, how deep, how slow. he listens to every word like it’s gospel.

“that’s it,” you murmur. “just like that. you’re doing so good.”

his forehead is still pressed to yours. every time he sinks into you, he lets out a broken little gasp, like the feeling is too much.

“you’re perfect,” he breathes. “you feel so good-i-i think i’m gonna-”

“it’s okay, baby,” you whisper. “let go.”

and with one more thrust, deep, shaky, his body jerking, he cums inside you, moaning your name into your mouth. his hips stutter. his hands grip the sheets like he might fall apart.

you hold him close, stroking his hair as his breathing slowly evens out. he collapses on top of you, completely spent, still buried inside, still trembling.

you kiss his temple.

“you did so good for me, chan.”

“i love you,” he whispers. “i’ve never felt anything like that.”

you smile, heart full.

“i love you too, baby.”

he stayed inside you for a while after, breath stuttering against your neck, body heavy and warm on top of yours.

his hands kept moving. not groping, just touching. tracing lazy circles on your waist, smoothing over your hip bones, tucking stray hairs behind your ear like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“you okay?” you whispered, one hand stroking gently down his spine.

he nodded, then nuzzled into your shoulder with a breathy little sigh.

“better than okay,” he murmured. “i feel like i just saw god.”

you laughed softly and kissed the top of his head. he was still trembling slightly, overwhelmed, over-sensitive, emotionally cracked open in the best way.

“you did so good, baby,” you whispered. “i’m so proud of you.”

he let out this little sound. half-whimper, half-moan, and curled his arms around your waist, holding you tight. his body pressed even closer, like if he could melt into your skin, he would.

“don’t let go,” he whispered.

“not going anywhere,” you promised.

you stayed like that, tangled in the sheets, his softening cock still resting inside you, his breath warm against your neck. you could feel how damp his hair was at the roots. his cheeks were flushed. his lashes fluttered every time you stroked his back.

“you’re so soft,” he whispered after a long pause, kissing your shoulder. “and warm. you always smell so good, too. like—like home.”

your heart clenched a little.

he tilted his face up to look at you, cheeks still pink, pupils wide.

“can you stay here tonight?” he asked quietly. “can i just… hold you?”

you smiled and cupped his face, guiding him into a slow, lazy kiss.

“i can stay forever if you want.”

he smiled, sleepy and starry-eyed. his lips brushed yours again and again, small, sweet pecks, like he couldn’t stop.

eventually, he pulled out with a shaky breath and collapsed beside you, immediately wrapping both arms around your body like a human blanket.

“you’re mine now,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“i’ve always been yours,” you whispered back.

he stayed there, cuddled up close, his thigh between yours, hand on your stomach like he needed to keep at least some skin touching at all times. he was calm, but you could feel him starting to stir again. just barely. his cock, still soft but twitching slightly, pressing between your thighs as he shifted in his sleepiness.

“i can feel that,” you teased gently, kissing the top of his head.

he groaned and buried his face in your chest, completely wrecked by the observation.

“don’t tease me,” he whined. “i’m already addicted and i’ve only done it once.”

“oh, you’re definitely addicted.”

“i wanna do it again,” he whispered, sheepish and wrecked. “i wanna be better next time.”

you grinned and ran your fingers through his hair.

“then go to sleep, baby. you’re gonna need the energy.”

he let out a soft, breathy laugh, then tightened his grip on your waist, kissing your skin again like a sleepy little habit.

“i’m not letting go,” he whispered. “ever.”

channie ♡

the definition of a pussy worshipper. he sees it as his job.. no, his purpose to make you come at least twice before he even thinks of unzipping his pants. loves going slow at first, teasing you with featherlight kisses around your thighs, nuzzling against you while you beg. he lives for the way your body squirms and the way your breath hitches. uses his tongue like he’s writing a love letter. he makes out with your pussy with deep, steady licks, swirling around your clit, then flattening his tongue and dragging it up your whole slit just to hear you gasp. eye contact. constant. this man wants to see you fall apart. he’ll lock eyes with you as his tongue slides in and out of your pussy and ask, “you like that, baby?” with his voice low and wrecked. gets off on how messy it is. will spit on your pussy, lick it back up, and moan into you just because he knows the vibrations will make you twitch. doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and your voice is hoarse from moaning his name.

lino ♡

cocky little shit when he’s between your thighs. knows exactly what he’s doing and loves to show off. eats you out like it’s a challenge, just to see how quickly he can make you come, and how many times he can push you over the edge before you cry. sharp tongue, quick flicks, and very focused on your clit. he’ll suck on it lightly while rubbing two fingers inside you at just the right angle. teases you with words between licks: “gonna come on my tongue again? hm?” has a thing for holding your thighs open and keeping you in place. you’re not allowed to squirm away. if you try, he’ll growl and dig his fingers into your hips, holding you down while he buries his tongue deeper. will keep going even if you’re overstimulated. he thinks your whines and shudders are adorable.

changbin ♡

a total sweetheart and a certified menace at the same time. starts off so soft and sweet but turns into a pussy-devouring animal the moment he gets a taste. moans so much while he eats you out. you’d think he’s the one getting pleasure from it. (he is.) absolutely obsessed with the way you taste. will lick every drop of your arousal off his lips and fingers, sometimes even kiss you after just so you can taste yourself too. strong hands gripping your thighs, keeping you wide open as he eats you with hunger and passion. might even throw your legs over his shoulders and bury his face in like he’s starved. alternates between broad tongue strokes and nasty little suckles on your clit that make your toes curl. when you come, he pulls back just a little to watch your face, smirking while his fingers stay deep inside you, curling to keep the orgasm going.

hyunjin ♡

oh, this man is artistic about it. he makes giving oral look beautiful. will trail kisses up your thighs like you’re a canvas he’s painting, soft and reverent, but once he starts licking? it’s fucking poetry. soft lips, wet tongue, and an unholy amount of passion. he licks and sucks your clit like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. loves sucking on your clit for long stretches while curling his fingers inside you, whispering how beautiful you look when you moan. doesn’t rush. he takes his time, eyes hooded, lips shiny, tongue moving in slow, sinful circles. you’re squirming and begging and he’s still licking like he’s savoring dessert. cums in his pants sometimes from how turned on he gets just from hearing you moan and feeling your thighs tremble around his head.

hannie ♡

absolutely feral. he eats you out like it’s his last meal and he’s been starving. makes it sloppy as hell. spit, moans, tongue everywhere. he doesn’t care how messy it gets—in fact, he loves it that way. grinds against the mattress while going down on you. he gets so desperate from eating you out that he has to do something with his own cock. alternates between fast flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit hard enough to make your hips jerk. “fuck—fuck, baby, you taste so good—god, i could eat you for hours.” and he will. whines into your pussy when you tug his hair or cry out his name. the more noise you make, the harder he goes.

felix ♡

soft dom. so gentle with you, but make no mistake. he’s going to wreck you slowly. his deep voice moaning into your pussy?? earth-shattering. he’ll hum softly while sucking on your clit, making your whole body vibrate. loves eating you out while holding your hand. thumb rubbing gentle circles on your palm while he makes you fall apart. so good with his tongue it’s unfair.. broad licks, teasing swirls, tongue-fucking you until you’re gasping. kisses your thighs between orgasms, whispers things like, “you’re doing so well for me, baby. one more? just one more, yeah?” keeps going long after you think you can’t come again. he’ll coax it out of you with whispered praise and a soft, relentless tongue.

seungmin ♡

secret freak. acts like a gentleman until he’s between your thighs, and then suddenly he’s got zero mercy. gives you that deadpan stare while flicking your clit with his tongue like a metronome, watching your whole body react. knows how to edge you like a pro. he’ll get you right to the brink of orgasm, then back off with a smug smirk, saying, “patience. you’ll come when i say so.” spits on your pussy, rubs it in with his fingers, then starts eating again like nothing happened. doesn’t care if your thighs are trembling or your voice is breaking. he’ll hold you down and keep going until you’re ruined. loves when you cry a little from overstimulation. caresses your hip softly while still licking your clit. “almost there, pretty girl.”

jeongin ♡

eager to please. he’s still discovering how filthy he can be, and turns into a damn menace once he’s confident. loves watching your reactions. eyes on you the whole time, eyebrows raised every time your hips twitch or you moan louder. a fast learner. you tell him once how you like it and he masters it like a pro. flicks his tongue at just the right pace, pressures your clit just the way you like. fingers you while eating you out like it’s second nature, curling them until he hits your g-spot and has you gasping his name. sometimes gets shy after because he knows he just made you cum hard, but during? he’s growling low and muttering, “feels good, doesn’t it?” always asks after: “too much? want more? you taste so good, baby…”