Lori

sub!keeho ⊹ "f-fuck! just keep going!" he cried out with bright red cheeks... ironic words for a guy who claimed he "didn't like pegging" 10 minutes ago...

jiung

dom!jiung ⊹ who is the perfect inbetween of soft and rough <3

sub!jiung ⊹ "bad boy, makin' such a big mess..." you scold while landing another sharp spank onto jiung's ass, he's whimpering and swearing that he's sorry... but that doesn't stop him from continuing to squirt his milky liquid all over your kitchen floor. "such a bad boy, so filthy." you degrade, landing more hits as your sub keeps thrusting between your thighs.

intak

dom!intak ⊹ loves fucking you into his mattress, shoving your face into a pillow so the other members can't hear your pretty moans

sub!intak ⊹ after a few noise complaints from your neighbors, you made it explicitly clear that if intak couldn't learn to silence his moans himself, you'd have to take... extensive precautions... the poor thing is learning his lesson now :(

soul

dom!soul ⊹ loves melting your stress away with his tongue

sub!soul ⊹ fame seemed to be intoxicating your perfectly trained sub's head,, greedy little thing has been taking way more than he's been giving-- but that's alright. all it takes is rope to remind your rabbit of his place <3

jongseob

dom!jongseob ⊹ who loves eating you out until you start shaking and begging to cum. "you can't cum yet, pretty girl-- i haven't even got my dick wet yet." he'd say with faux sympathy as he flips you over, lining himself up with your entrance as your face floods with tears.

sub!jongseob ⊹ inexperienced!jongseob who gets a little too overwhelmed during his first overstim sesh and reaches for his much-more-experienced!doms hand... "awww" you'd tease, surprised when you hear jongseob's embarrassed tone-- "s-shut up!"... looks like you have an inexperienced brat on your hands

this would be far too easy.

“are you lost?”

the man jolts and turns to face you, giving you a chance to see that cute scared expression of his up close. “uh… yeah. yeah, i’m pretty lost. i swear i was going the right way…”

you laugh at his words, the sound so soft and mellow, yet so out of place in a conversation like this. “you wouldn’t be the first to say that, you know. lots of people get lost here.”

“what?!”

more panic. more fear. oh, this one was fun.

“don’t worry. i can help you,” he looks down when you hold your hand out to him, and for the first time since you’ve spotted him, he actually smiles. his hand slots into yours, and he says a quiet “thank you” as you start walking.

“so, do you have a name?” you ask, taking a quick glance back at him. he blushes when he meets your eyes, quickly looking away.

the poor thing doesn’t even hesitate before answering. “riwoo.” and oh, if only he understood what a mistake it was to tell you that. “what about you?”

“me?” you laugh again, shrugging. “of course i have a name. but you can call me whatever you want.”

if what you just said confuses riwoo, he doesn’t say anything about it, but his grip on your hand loosens just slightly. you hold onto him tighter the second you feel it. “you really need to hold my hand, you know. wouldn’t want you getting lost again.”

he laughs, but it sounds awkward and insincere. “y-yeah, right, sorry… hey, um, how much longer? we’ve been walking for a little while now.”

stupid.

“someone’s impatient,” you giggle. “just trust me.” and he will trust you, not because he has no other choice, but because you know he just will, even though he has no reason to. you’re a stranger that approached him in the woods—the definition of suspicious, but he’s letting you hold your hand and drag you along with him without a clue of where you’re actually going.

deeper and deeper into the forest you go, until you come to a stop at a clearing—the clearing. the one you bring all your little unsuspecting humans to. by now, riwoo has let go of your hand.

“where are we?”

you stare down at the grass beneath your feet, choosing not to answer him, so he repeats himself. “where are we? you said you would help me get out of here!”

“no, i didn’t. i said i would help you. i never said i would help you find your way back.” just like that, he looks afraid again, but it’s different than before. he looks too scared to do anything—to scream, to run, to cry. good. “take your clothes off.”

for a split second, he seems confused by your request, and it seems like he’s about to refuse, but his body has no choice but to obey. you own him now, and you don’t really care how he might feel about it. riwoo is especially compliant, you notice. when you tell him to lie down, he does it immediately. he doesn’t know why, he just knows he has to listen.

there are tears in his eyes as you hover over him. when he starts to squirm, you scoff, pinning his wrists to the ground. “w-wait, please—” you ignore his pleas though, sinking down onto him and engulfing him with your warmth.

he sounds as cute as he looks, breathing out the most adorable gasps and moans all while he cries and cries, but never once asks you to stop.

“don’t cry,” you whisper to him, wiping away his tears. “now we can be together forever.”

sungho loved it when you praised him. he loved the way you cooed at him after you dressed him in an oversized sweater and slipped clips with ribbons into his hair. you’re so pretty, you’d say, and his cheeks would turn to a shade of rose. but he knew how pretty he looked–you told him all the time, after all. he especially knew it when you sat him down in front of your full-length mirror and jacked him off over his lacy panties, watching himself get lost in the feeling and being reduced to a drooling mess. it almost always ended in overstimulation, his panties being so soaked that they were practically sheer. his cock would be left a throbbing red, regardless of how many times you milked him. all because of that one word: pretty.

rule one: when something is pretty, show it off. 

that’s what you told him, anyway. so even if sungho was a bit embarrassed to go out grocery shopping with you in a frilly little skirt, he did anyway because he knew you would coo at him the whole time, telling him how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend. and when you both got home, of course, you would show sungho how proud you were, even allowing him to pick out which lingerie he would wear that night. although, he usually still struggled to choose and he would turn to you for help. awe, is my pretty doll having trouble thinking? don’t worry, i can decide for you. when those words leave your mouth, sungho becomes putty in your hands, nodding and blushing as he tries (and fails) to hide his growing erection. 

rule two: when something is pretty, it’s impossible not to admire it. 

sungho loved the spotlight–your spotlight. he loved your gaze, that twinkle in your eye that told him he was the most beautiful thing in the entirety of the universe. he obeyed you when you positioned him in front of your camera, snapping shots of him both naked and partially clothed. he blushed as you showed him the photos, you murmuring about how one particular one would look good on a postcard. sungho’s photos would be everywhere–your apartment walls, in your car’s glove box, in your wallet. they were the next best thing to the original, you told him. sometimes you also took photos of him in the bath, in between rinsing his hair and rubbing the loofah over his soft skin. he felt especially pretty then, sinking into your touch as you ran your hands over his body like he was something sacred to be worshipped. 

rule three: when something is pretty, it’d be rude not to share. 

it was your idea, of course. after all, you already had a camera and a pretty, willing participant. once every week, sungho would find himself in front of the camera, this time in various positions on the bed, but always wearing a cute pair of lingerie. you’d start by talking to the viewers of the livestream while barely ghosting your hand over his already painfully hard dick. sometimes you’d give shoutouts as you pushed the dildo already inside sungho deeper into him, making him embarrassingly closer to cumming. it wouldn’t ever take you long to finally fuck him how he likes, all the while touching him as though he were a delicate doll made of porcelain. isn’t he so pretty, everyone? look at the way his cheeks flush. he’d make a mess on himself, cum pooling on his lower stomach as he tried to get his whimpering under control. you’d read the comments from the viewers out loud to him just to tease him, leaving him begging for more. after all, he knew he was pretty and he loved putting on a show.