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unlike yunho, with his faded-graphic sweatshirt, san does not look dressed for the chilly night weather, clad in one of many black fitted t-shirts. he’s a little flushed and his hair is all fluffy. san looks down and then pouts when yunho follows his gaze and laughs with a finger pointing to his chest. san murmurs something and yunho throws his head back with his eyes clamped shut. his bright laughter carries all the way to your car.

the sound of the car starting up knocks san back to reality. he’d maybe been resting his eyes the second yunho helped him into the seat and closed the door.

most of the ride is you asking him trivial questions to gauge his sobriety, and him giving you affectionate answers, as he does after x amount of alcohol.

“sober enough t’see m’pretty girl’s face,” he gushes.

“sannie.”

“i only had like 3 shots… 4? m’not that tipsy.”

you flick the turn signal and tilt your head accusingly, fishing into your bag for a water bottle and handing it to him, smiling when he accepts it with two hands.

“your texts say otherwise.”

he shakes his head and adds sound for emphasis (you assume).

“mm, that was before. m’better now, i ev– actually, your texts say oth’wise. wha’the hell were you textin’ me???” 

when you glance over, his palm is on his warm cheek as he lifts the plastic bottle to his lips – upon which there is a firm, unnecessary pout – and he looks like an embarrassed kid.

“i was trying to get your attention. it worked, didn't it?” you pull the responsible adult voice on him and he groans before reaching over to curl his fingers around your arm. like he needs to be touching you or he’ll melt into the seat.

“well, yeah, but…”

he whines and drops his head sideways against the console, closing his eyes as his eyebrows furrow in thought.

you knew what you were doing. you just wanted to tease him, didn't you?

the inside of his head is jumbled. he knows you won't fuck him if he's not sober… so he guesses he’ll figure out a way to beg you win you over because there's no shot he's going straight to sleep in his condition, all hot and needy when you're right next to him. all because of a stupid text.

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he'll beg you to put your pretty teeth in his neck and whines so cutely when you do, especially as foreplay whether youre on his lap with maybe slow, teasing grinding or tasting the inside of his mouth

"bite me... y/n i need it, bite me, please." desperate hands grab at your hips, your waist, the back of your head even, encouraged by your kisses and nips along his neck.

or sat in front of him on the bed and kneeling between his legs while you ride his thigh and he holds onto your shirt… breathing uneven with little gasps as your fangs sink into his neck.. one hand on the side of his neck and the other on his shoulder, pressing him against the wall while he whimpers under your mouth, back arching and hips lifting under your weight with a gasp. 

and his fingers tighten their hold on you when you pull away, urging you back towards his neck with a breathy “again, please” even though his pretty lashes are fluttering and his heart beats a second slower. “are you sure, love? don’t wanna hurt you…” you whisper into his ear, letting your lips brush the skin on purpose, hot breath evoking goosebumps all over his shoulders.

he just nods slowly, humming and eagerly tilting his head to offer his throat and give you easy access :(

sunoo's neck is the ideal appetizer, but the veins at his wrists and soft skin at his shoulders are just so enticing. 

holding the boy against any flat surface, a palm at his waist, fingers around his wrist and licking at the puncture as his eyes flutter at his blood that decorates your lips

pulling his shoulder between your teeth while you’re in bed next to him, with his head tucked into your neck and his arms squeezing your waist as he gasps, thighs tensing around yours. especially with your knee between his legs, humming when he grinds against you without hesitation…

he just gets so turned on when you bite him ><

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even while he's wrapping the rope around your skin, he's being so nice, telling you how pretty you look and how good you are for him.

he'd love to watch you squirm too while he plays with you, smiling against your neck as his hands travel all over you, teasing you, kissing where the rope digs into your arms or chest. such a fucking tease omg. he might cum on the spot if you start begging too oh my goooddddd 😣😣😣😣

he's not too much of a sadist (a topic for another time..) so i think he'd cave not too far in, you just sound so perfect saying his name with 'please' right after.

once in a while he'd be open to you tying him up as well... but he just can't stand not being able to touch you :( (another topic for another time)

changbin would totally get a pretty pink rope to tie you up with. it just looks so good on your skin, how could he not? 😵‍💫

you talked him into it since he wasn't sure about the idea initially... but with some explaining and visuals he was sold. completely, utterly sold.

now listen. he might be a little less of a tease but that doesn't mean hes going easy on you.

i have this vision of him holding you down and spending an hour between your thighs .. because you can't push him away, can't stop him, can't do anything but squirm and beg 🤤🤤 changbin is so good with his mouth, making you cum over and over and smiling while he does it, his fingers caressing your waist as your thighs tremble around his head ><

your hips arching up towards him and his arm is immediately against your stomach, strong and unrelenting, pushing you back down against the sheets. your breathless voice is music to his ears ♡

masterlist ─────────────    @my1003soda  2026 <3

unlike yunho, with his faded-graphic sweatshirt, san does not look dressed for the chilly night weather, clad in one of many black fitted t-shirts. he’s a little flushed and his hair is all fluffy. san looks down and then pouts when yunho follows his gaze and laughs with a finger pointing to his chest. san murmurs something and yunho throws his head back with his eyes clamped shut. his bright laughter carries all the way to your car.

the sound of the car starting up knocks san back to reality. he’d maybe been resting his eyes the second yunho helped him into the seat and closed the door.

most of the ride is you asking him trivial questions to gauge his sobriety, and him giving you affectionate answers, as he does after x amount of alcohol.

“sober enough t’see m’pretty girl’s face,” he gushes.

“sannie.”

“i only had like 3 shots… 4? m’not that tipsy.”

you flick the turn signal and tilt your head accusingly, fishing into your bag for a water bottle and handing it to him, smiling when he accepts it with two hands.

“your texts say otherwise.”

he shakes his head and adds sound for emphasis (you assume).

“mm, that was before. m’better now, i ev– actually, your texts say oth’wise. wha’the hell were you textin’ me???” 

when you glance over, his palm is on his warm cheek as he lifts the plastic bottle to his lips – upon which there is a firm, unnecessary pout – and he looks like an embarrassed kid.

“i was trying to get your attention. it worked, didn't it?” you pull the responsible adult voice on him and he groans before reaching over to curl his fingers around your arm. like he needs to be touching you or he’ll melt into the seat.

“well, yeah, but…”

he whines and drops his head sideways against the console, closing his eyes as his eyebrows furrow in thought.

you knew what you were doing. you just wanted to tease him, didn't you?

the inside of his head is jumbled. he knows you won't fuck him if he's not sober… so he guesses he’ll figure out a way to beg you win you over because there's no shot he's going straight to sleep in his condition, all hot and needy when you're right next to him. all because of a stupid text.

masterlist   ──────────────     @my1003soda  2026 <3

unlike yunho, with his faded-graphic sweatshirt, san does not look dressed for the chilly night weather, clad in one of many black fitted t-shirts. he’s a little flushed and his hair is all fluffy. san looks down and then pouts when yunho follows his gaze and laughs with a finger pointing to his chest. san murmurs something and yunho throws his head back with his eyes clamped shut. his bright laughter carries all the way to your car.

the sound of the car starting up knocks san back to reality. he’d maybe been resting his eyes the second yunho helped him into the seat and closed the door.

most of the ride is you asking him trivial questions to gauge his sobriety, and him giving you affectionate answers, as he does after x amount of alcohol.

“sober enough t’see m’pretty girl’s face,” he gushes.

“sannie.”

“i only had like 3 shots… 4? m’not that tipsy.”

you flick the turn signal and tilt your head accusingly, fishing into your bag for a water bottle and handing it to him, smiling when he accepts it with two hands.

“your texts say otherwise.”

he shakes his head and adds sound for emphasis (you assume).

“mm, that was before. m’better now, i ev– actually, your texts say oth’wise. wha’the hell were you textin’ me???” 

when you glance over, his palm is on his warm cheek as he lifts the plastic bottle to his lips – upon which there is a firm, unnecessary pout – and he looks like an embarrassed kid.

“i was trying to get your attention. it worked, didn't it?” you pull the responsible adult voice on him and he groans before reaching over to curl his fingers around your arm. like he needs to be touching you or he’ll melt into the seat.

“well, yeah, but…”

he whines and drops his head sideways against the console, closing his eyes as his eyebrows furrow in thought.

you knew what you were doing. you just wanted to tease him, didn't you?

the inside of his head is jumbled. he knows you won't fuck him if he's not sober… so he guesses he’ll figure out a way to beg you win you over because there's no shot he's going straight to sleep in his condition, all hot and needy when you're right next to him. all because of a stupid text.

masterlist   ──────────────     @my1003soda  2026 <3