yeonjuns real gf.

“don’t hide, darling.” a firm grip encloses your wrists, gently pulling them away from your chest, exposing your delicate skin. loving eyes survey your chest and neck, your face set alight as yeonjun licks his lips. “w-what are you g-going to do?” you whimper, embarrassed by his intense gaze, even through his glasses. “i think ill mark up your beautiful skin, make a mess of you.” a smirk crosses his features, relishing your innocent question. leaning down, he licks a long stripe from between your breasts to your collarbone, sucking lightly before biting down on your sensitive skin. a high pitched whine escapes from the back of your throat, an unfamiliar mix of shame and obscene pleasure sending heat to your core. smiling against your skin, yeonjun leaves heated kisses and nips across your chest, patches of red-purple love bite flowers blooming in his wake, hand finding your breast as he pinches your nipple, eliciting deliciously sweet mewls of arousal as you writhe in grasp, unable to handle the indecent touches.

“you’re so naughty, princess, encouraging me so cutely, ” yeonjun teases, licking your nipple as he reaches down between your legs, feeling the slick between your legs as you unintentionally buck your hips into his, “so wet and i haven’t done anything yet.” “ah!—n-not there! w-wait!” you wail, his fingers circling around, but not quite in your sopping cunt, “d-don’t want t-to be the only o-one!” “oh?” he laughs darkly, “only one in what?” “d-don’t want—“ you begin, only for yeonjun to teasingly pinch your clit, evoking a high pitched cry as you weep, burning with heat. “don’t want what, darling?” he whispers in your ear, warm breath tickling your earlobe. “d-don’t want to b-be the only one n-naked!” your cheeks flare in a blush as you struggle to convey your thought, shrinking under his amused gaze. “if you wanted to see me, you could have just told me, princess. so shy, aren’t you?” tugging off his shirt a single swoop, your face burns even more at the site of his sculpted torso, hands covering your eyes to avoid his taunting gaze. “thought you wanted to see me?”

a shocked squeal breaks free of your throat as two fingers slide into your heat, before he dangles them before your eyes, peeking between your fingers. obscenely dripping with your slick, coated from the tip to his knuckle. “look how wet you are, darling,” smirking at your flustered state, yeonjun slowly licks his fingers, maintaining his controlled eye contact with you as he sucks slightly at his fingertip, “such a dirty slut, pretending to be so innocent on the outside.” locking your wrists in an iron group, hands ripped away from your face as he pressed them into the sheets above your head. “told you, don’t hide yourself.” he sternly instructs, reaching for your cunt again with his free hand. salacious, sugar sweet sobs wrack your body as yeonjun pushes three fingers into your warmth, pussy clenching around them as he pumps in and out, pinching your clit, drawing out tears from your eyes.

sinful sounds of your slick sliding in and out of your cunt with his fingers, relentlessly stimulating your sensitive folds, sending electric streams of pleasure to your core. panting with arousal, your body rapidly approaches its high, pressure unbearable in your heat… until his fingers slide out, ruining your approaching orgasm as your cunt clenches around nothing, suddenly empty. “don’t recall saying you could cum, princess. such an impatient slut, trying to get away without me?” yeonjun looks down at your body, tears rolling down flushed cheeks, splotchy chest heaving with agony-filled sobs.

“beg for it.” he orders, savoring your apparent distress. “p-please j-jjun!” you gasp, teary and breathless with desperation. “words, darling.” “p-please l-let me c-cum! n-need y-your cock!” you whimper, face burning with humiliation at your neediness. “so easy, isn’t it, slut?” he whispers approvingly, sliding off his sweats and releasing your wrists, hands finding your knees as he pushes them towards your chest, “always going to give it when you ask so lewdly.” the tip of his angry red dick profs at your soaked entrance, teasingly rubbing your slit until he draws out your sweet sobs. tears stream down your face, cries filling the room as yeonjun sheathes himself into your pussy, your dripping slick easily lubricating your folds. “so tight,” he praises, “only for me.” racy sounds of skin against skin echoes throughout the room as he thrusts deep into your cunt, further than his fingers could ever reach. “s-so deep—n-need more, jjun!” moaning, breasts bouncing as he aggressively pounds into your abused cunt, pining you to the sheets by your legs pressed against your chest. lost in pleasure, your whines become incoherent as you sob for release, skin burning with need.

“j-jun! agh—c-can’t take a-anymore!” you wail. “g-god, so perfect for me,” he grunts, “cum for me, princess.” the knot in your stomach bursts as you cum, clenching tightly around his cock as your juices soak his length. “t-take it all, darling!” yeonjun pants, coating your walls white as he releases, letting go of your leg as he pulls out, stroking his dick to paint your folds white. swiping two long fingers up your abused cunt, he presses them against your lips. “taste yourself, slut.” he orders, controlled compared to your dazes, incoherent self. obeying, you lick his fingers, taking them into your mouth as you slide your tongue over his skin, swallowing the cum from his digits. “good girl,” yeonjun praises, gently taking your exhausted body between the crook of his elbow and chest as you suck on his fingers, intent on tasting your mixed cum off them. “such a slut for me,” removing his saliva drenchedfingers from your lips, he replaces them with his, tongues entangling in a erotic dance. “so in love with you,” he sighs as you lace your fingers with his, replying silently as heated kisses replace all need for words of affirmation.

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"c'mon, give me more, sugar. know you can," he mumbles into the crease of your thigh, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive, hickey-ridden skin. two fingers work their way back into your soaked hole, and you yelp when they hit the spongy spot inside of you once again. he smirks against you as he watches you squirm against the restraints he oh-so-carefully bound you in earlier in the evening. you can't find it in you to protest as you're thrown headfirst back into the throes of pleasure that he easily creates — just for you, only for you.

"you're insatiable," he teases, eyes darkening as he watches your head thrash back into the sheets. "your pretty little pussy just keeps pulling my fingers back in no matter how much i make you cum. you that desperate, baby?"

"junnie, please," you weakly plead, though you're not sure what for. for him to stop? for him to keep going, to make you cum again?

"hm?" he tilts his head mockingly as he meets your desperate eyes, fingers slowly pushing back into you. "what do you need, baby?"

words escape you when the pads of his fingers brush against your g-spot once more. you gape down at him, hoping that he can decipher it from your expression alone.

he pulls his fingers out when you do not answer, bringing his soaked fingers to his lips. his tongue darts around the digits, moaning at your taste while you desperately stare on. he drags his tongue down towards the junction between his ring and middle, collecting the juices that have collected there. thoughts of his tongue traversing your body cause you to strain against the ropes again — you want to touch him, to pull his hair as he ravages your body, to scream his name into the air for everyone to hear just how good he's making you feel. you're so drunk on him that you're suddenly begging, pleading for him to make you cum again, that you'd do anything for it.

"you poor, desperate little thing," he tuts as his thumbs begin to rub what is meant to be soothing circles into your skin. all it does is make you feel hotter, however, your skin akin to a furnace as he presses a light kiss right against your folds. he looks back up to you cheekily. "knew you had it in you, my pretty girl."

the praise causes you to whine, mind floating high up in the clouds. you can hear yourself babbling, but you are unsure about what. and when he finally presses his fingers back into you, you're on the verge of tears.

"thank you, thank you, thank you," you ramble without thought. without warning, his mouth joins the mix, his pump lips attaching to your throbbing clit. yeonjun's tongue juts forward to dip below the hood shielding the little pearl. you keen at the sensation, pain and pleasure crashing together in opposing waves until you are unable to decipher which is which. his eyes close as he takes in your taste, tongue swirling in imprecise patterns. your spine arches painfully, a moans tearing from your throat when he curls his fingers just right.

"right there, sugar? did i find your special little spot?" yeonjun mumbles against your pussy before his tongue returns to its home on your clit. you moan in affirmation.

you're getting close, you can feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm all too well — except this time it feels oddly…different. there's a pressure in your lower abdomen that you have never experienced before, building and building and building with each pass of his fingers and lips.

it's too much. you're whining and panting like you're in heat, nails pressing into your palms almost enough to puncture the skin. the coil winds tighter, tighter, tighter —

"c-cumming!" you warn before your eyesight flashes a bright white, ears ringing as your entire body quakes. yeonjun continues his ministrations as you cum. his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit so he can get a front row seat to your falling apart, his umber eyes wide in surprise as your soak his hand and chest with your juices.

it takes you longer than usual to return to him. when your vision finally unblurs, you're nose to nose with him, and he's staring down at you. there is something different than usual behind his gaze, an emotion you have never seen on him before. it is something that is absolutely feral, lust and want and desperation screaming silently back at you.

"do you know what just happened?" he prods, smirking down at you. you catch a hint of smugness in his words.

you shake your head, and his grin sharpens further, if that is even possible. one hand comes up to loosen your restraints until they are slack against your sore wrists. he rubs at the raw skin, noting to take care of them later before he responds.

"you just squirted, sugar."

you gasp, and he chuckles. this is the first time you have done so, ever. no one has made you squirt before, not even yourself, until this very moment.

"i squirted?" you lamely echo, and he breathes a laugh at your shocked expression.

"sure did, pretty. gonna let me make you do that again?" he asks, silently inquiring if you're okay. after you nod in affirmation, his tongue glides against his lips in satisfaction.

"give me one more, sugar," he purrs like a siren song as he slides back down the bed. "i promise it'll feel even better."

Zen fights against the restraints on his wrists, only to make sure they’re tight enough for him. His clothes are lying on the floor, next to his ankles that are tied down to the chair. He wants nothing but to touch you, run his fingers through your lacy undergarments that he knows are worth more than two or three months of his salary, maybe rip them apart if you let him.

However, he wouldn’t trade this for the world. He feels himself getting impossibly hard at the way you keep grinding your clothed cunt against his erection, your lips ghosting over his jaw and neck. Zen feels your hot breath against his skin and he swears he can feel you smiling every time he whines and tries to move closer to you.

“You’re so pretty,” you sigh, caressing his bare chest and feeling his muscles tense underneath your hands. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight, is that okay?”

Zen nods quickly, his voice a little hoarse. “Y-yeah,” he sighs.

“Good,” you smile, pulling away so you can look into his eyes. You cradle his face tenderly and caress his cheeks with your thumbs. “I just want to make you feel good tonight. Forget about everything else.”

“You always make me feel good,” he instantly answers, widening your grin. You place a soft kiss on his lips but before he gets the chance of deepening it, you pull away.

Your lips travel to his jaw again, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses as you move to his ear. Gently, you nibble on his lobe, relishing in the small gasps that leave his mouth. After a few moments, you kiss down his neck, your tongue gliding against his skin and making him shudder.

Standing up from your position on his lap, you kneel on the floor in between his thighs, your face ending up in front of his chest. Your fingers skim down his shoulders and arms, stopping where his elbows bend so his wrists are tied on the back. There’s nothing more you want but you leave heavy marks on his perfect skin but you aren’t sure what’s in his schedule for the week, so you refrain yourself.

As your fingers keep running up and down his arms, your lips finally fall on one of his nipples. The sound of a sharp gasp fills the room and the chair rattles a bit as you take the bud inside your mouth, sucking on it softly. Your eyes look up at Zen, whose cheeks are deep pink as he watches you take his nipple out from your mouth before giving it a long lick.

“Shit— ah, baby, you know how that—” his sentence gets cut short as one of your hands travels to his other nipple, rolling it gently between your index and your thumb. Zen throws his head back and you switch to small kitten licks to flick it, feeling his chest tremble with each moan that you elicit from him.

Your mouth and hand switch, taking his other nipple as Zen bucks his hips in the air. The thought about forgetting your slow pace and just riding him until you both can’t see straight crosses your mind, but you know that by the end both of you will end up more satisfied this way.

As your lips move down to his abs, your hands settle on his thighs. You can feel the amount of time he spends at him in his toned thighs and abs and you dreamt of a life where you could watch him work out while sipping a glass of champagne, watching the drops of sweat run down his chiselled chest as he pants, trying to catch some air.

But maybe that’s the reason why you enjoy this so much. Even if you admire how brave, independent and idealistic Zen is, a part of you just wants to keep him inside your penthouse, all pretty and dolled up for you. However, your Zen wouldn’t be your Zen if he wasn’t an untamable beast himself, only giving you control on nights like this when he needed to let his mind go.

You knew that, besides the pleasure that pooled in his eyes as you tied his ankles, there was also this unspoken trust, feeling safe in your hands as he hadn’t felt with anyone else before.

“You look even prettier like this,” you commented, resting the side of your head on his thigh, mouth a couple of centimetres apart from his throbbing cock. “So helpless and needy. Feel like I should hire someone to paint you like this. Could hang it in my office. What do you think?”

Zen knows you’re bluffing, you’re only trying to tease him with your sultry words so close to his already leaking cock, yet his mind is blurry and all he knows is he would do anything you asked for. Before he knows it, he’s nodding at your words, making you grin.

“Oh? You’d really want me to do that? Well, I could definitely make some calls to make that happen. Wouldn’t want to forget how my pretty boy looks like this,” you say, pulling away and lowering your head further. You leave a small kiss on his ankle, Zen’s gaze growing desperate as you kiss his calves, biting down the flesh gently as you make your way up.

“Anything— anything you want,” he mumbles, pupils blown in pleasure as he watches you lick a stripe of his inner thigh.

“Oh, but that’s the tricky part, baby,” you say, taking his length in your hands and pressing your legs together as Zen whimpers from your touch, his tip leaking and red, craving for some attention. “Of course I can get anything I want. But you…”

You slowly lick the underside of his cock, your eyes locked on his as Zen squirms on the chair.

“You’re the one thing that was truly a gift.”

Once you take him inside your mouth, Zen doesn’t last long. High-pitched whines fill out your room as he loses himself in the way your head bobs up and down, your cheeks grazing his length and your tongue drawing circles on his tip. He feels you gently running your nails down his thighs and he rolls his eyes, pleasure overtaking his mind. Sure, he’s had experiences before, but he swears he never thought sex could feel this intense before he met you.

He spills inside your mouth with a loud groan that has your name on it, body shaking and chair rattling as he does so. You help him ride out his orgasm, watching marvelled as the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen falls apart for you, because of you, in you. When you’re sure he’s done, you climb on his lap again, holding his face tenderly as Zen tries his best to set his dazy eyes on you again.

Hyun had somehow managed to snap up one of the last available seats, his little drunken run as soon as the train doors slid open making your face ache from fond laughter.

You headed towards him, his beeming, handsome smile all you could see. You thought back to your decisively sour mood just hours earlier.

"Honey! I just read what you said in the chat about your date! Where are you?"

You had contemplated ignoring his call when you saw it light up your screen. You had only just managed to pull yourself together. But he had insisted. Of course he had. Wasn't that always the way with him? All the years you had known him. He was always there, rooting for you.

"Babe. Which bar are you in? I'm just finishing practice, I'll come meet you."

"It's okay, honestly I just--"

"Please. I just want to make sure you're okay. What a jerk! Is he still there?"

"No. He left."

"Babe. I won't take no for an answer, 'kay?"

"Hyun..."

"It's what friends are for! I can't believe no one else checked on you."

Your mind returns to the current situation as you watch a headphone-wearing stranger beat you to the vacant seat next to Hyun. With a quick glare in his direction Hyun stood up immediately, offering you his train seat with a theatrical flourish of his arms.

"No, no it's okay Hyun. You've been at practice all day. You sit." You smile, confident hands reaching up to gently push into his warm chest as if to urge him back down. 

Hyun's scarlet gaze meets yours with a sudden intensity as you look up at him, his lips teasing into a warm, knowing smile. The train lurches and needy hands suddenly grip at your waist. He pulls you down rather firmly onto his lap.

His warm breath tickles at your cheek from behind you. "Will this seat do, honey?"

Your thighs tense, bare skin feeling the rough texture of his dark jeans under you. Before you can really comprehend his firm grip or the cheesy, teasing words, the weight of his head is on your back, resting lazily against you.

Your whole body tingles as you feel his breath kiss the back of your exposed neck. His fingers tease at you, firm thumb running up and down your waist.

A pleasant silence falls between you. A comfortable tension that was no longer as subtle as it once was.

Was this inevitable? You had supported each other through countless relationships, tearful hardships and welcome victories. An innocent, strong friendship.

You hadn't really deeply considered he had feelings for you, despite his pet names and sweet words. Why would he be interested in you in that way? He could have any woman he wanted.

What about you? What were your feelings? You of course harboured a ridiculous crush on him in the early days. But he was so busy, his lifestyle didn't match yours and not to mention all the women vying for his attention...you couldn't handle that.

"Gah. That guy. What an idiot. I can't believe he blew you off like that. On a first date and everything!"

"Let me get you another beer. Wine? Okay, honey. No, no. Let me look after you tonight."

The train jerks suddenly and his firm hands grip around your waist even tighter, bringing you back to the present moment.

His tender touch feels far too comfortable. You knew it would. You had always known it, hadn't you? But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel the creeping, tentative doubt scratch at the surface. You were friends. He was perhaps the best friend you had right now. This would complicate things. You didn't want complications. You knew how these sort of things ended.

But the more he gripped at you, the more you realised the truth of it. You wanted him and right now, that was all that mattered.

You shifted carelessly on his lap and his fingertips dug into your skin through the thin fabric of your dress, halting your needy shuffling.

"Babe. Don't move too much." His deep whisper kissed the shell of your ear. You had felt it, of course. The growing hardness beneath you. A tense warmth drove through your body, becoming incredibly sensitive to his every movement and touch.

"Oh?" You responsed softly, a devious smile blessing your face as your gaze wandered across the other passengers. Did they notice? Did they even care?

"God," he cursed under his breath. "You're going to have to stand infront of me when we get off this train."

You let out a fond laugh, eyes closing as you thought back to him leaning across from you at the bar, eyes reaching somewhere very deep within you.

"Honey. We are too drunk, aren't we? But let me say something. Shush, stop laughing. I'm serious! "

You had stopped your giggling then, lips instead wrapping around the straw settled in your potent drink. You raised your eyebrows curiously at his sudden serious tone.

"That guy...he doesn't know you. Not like your friends do. Or like I do."

"How can he look at you and not see what I see?"

"It is his loss. You're too good for him."

"I wish I could show you just how worthy you are."

He always knew just what to say. His hand had found yours then, squeezing it tightly.

You barely had time to shut your front door before his soft lips were devouring you, desperate to tell you just what he saw when he gazed at you.

You both eventually made it off the train in one piece. His arm clapsed around you needily as you both propped each other up on the short walk back to your apartment.

His heavy body pushed against yours as you fiddled with your keys, him swaying you from side to side as he sang a sweet song you didn't recognise. He was out of tune and tipsy but his voice still made your skin tingle like no other.

Clothes were thrown to the floor amongst the sound of warm laughter and slightly desperate, clumsy kisses. Soft moans came soon after. He didn't take his time with you, so utterly greedy and eager to please. Had he been waiting for this moment all this time?

You felt no shame as he explored your body, his expression one of complete adoration.

His tongue ran along your inner thigh while your fingers enterwined and gripped at his soft white hair. You felt a warm sigh kiss your skin in response. The delicate sound made your core tighten in a way that you now craved.

The sight of him leaning over you as he entered you with a staggered groan was one you never wanted to forget. He was so impossibly beautiful. Every inch of him, so utterly perfect.

At one time his beauty had intimidated you. But that had dissipated with each moment you spent in his warm company. With each late night phone call. With every text just to hear about your day. His sweet words that soothed difficult times.

He didn't slow until he was happy you were completely satisfied. So very dedicated, so very careful to please. Soft whispers laced with sweet words of honey ensured it didn't take long.

It wasn't until the following morning, the soft glow of early light peeping through the curtains of your bedroom, that doubt began to creep back into your mind. You were alone, the bed empty.

Then, you heard it. A joyful, lyrical whistling. The door to your bedroom opened gently and his ridiculously perfect features met yours. You felt a sudden urge to hide your warming face.

"Good morning, gorgeous. Here. A coffee for you." He carefully placed the cup on your bedside table, following it up with an incredibly soft kiss on your forehead. A kiss filled with tender promises.

You weren't sure what would happen between you after this. 

"So, what shall we do today?" His sing-song voice beemed excitedly, his soft hand reaching for your hair and tucking a stray strand behind your ear.

Whatever happened, you knew everything would be okay.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aftercare with yeonjun mostly consists of praise, such as him telling you how well you did for him, how proud he is of you, how good you made him feel. i think yeonjun is very sweet after sex <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hmmm. i don't think yeonjun has a favorite body part on himself! he is very adamant about self love, so i think he'd love himself as a whole. and i don't think he'd care too much about body parts on his partners, either! i think he's attracted to the energy someone has rather than their physical appearance.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

would like to cum on your face. pulls you off during blowjobs right as he's about to cum so that he can watch how you flinch when his cum hits your face <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i literally think that him and soobin have fucked

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced with both men and women. knows exactly what he's doing. can make you cum faster than you probably ever have.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i honestly don't think he has one. i think he's the type to switch positions multiple times during sex to figure out which one makes you scream the loudest

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not super goofy. might chuckle every once in a while, but that's about it. sex with yeonjun is sexy. you're gonna be in too much pleasure to even think about laughing

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

probably clean shaven

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

can be very intimate! even if he's not in a relationship with the person he's having sex with, i think he'd take on a sort of nurturing role. calls you baby and always makes sure you're feeling good <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn't need to masturbate by himself that often, but i think he'd love mutual masturbation. watching his baby get themself off would make him go crazy !!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

CORRUPTION. KINK. i think yeonjun has one of the biggest corruption kinks probably ever. like i said, i think he's incredibly experienced. and i think he'd love an inexperienced significant other <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

i think yeonjun would love to fuck his partners in their bed. like i said, i think he has a corruption kink, so he'd go crazy if you had plushies on your bed or something. fucking you in your cute little room would make his dick throb <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

innocence. i feel like i'm repeating myself.

and cute little outfits!! skirts and lace and frills.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

why am i coming up empty 😭 i feel like yeonjun would do just about anything that was consensual!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

yeonjun. is. the. king. of. oral. i think giving oral is probably yeonjun's favorite thing, sexually. he can eat pussy like a pro and he can suck dick like a pro and his lips would look so pretty while he does it <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

tends to be pretty slow and sensual!! i think he has a sex playlist and would fuck you to the slow r&b beats <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

wouldn't mind them, but they're not his go-to! i think yeonjun's sex drive is pretty high, but i also think he has a lot of self control. he wouldn't need quickies too often because he would rather just wait until he can fuck you for hours.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

always down to experiment! he's already tried so much, why not try some more 🤷‍♀️

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

really good stamina!! can last a long time and can go multiple rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

owns lots of toys. honestly probably at least one of every toy you could imagine. uses them on partners and on himself! <3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

is definitely a tease. would like to work you up in public just to see how flustered he can make you <3

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i think yeonjun is a moaner and i think his moans are really pretty 🥺

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i think he's a dom leaning switch!! and when he's subbing he wants to be treated like a big bitchy baby <3

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think yeonjun is smaller than average. BUT he makes up for it because he knows exactly how to use his size and he's also amazing with his fingers and mouth

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but like i said, he has great self-control!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— JACOB

whiney and chases after your lips with his. he thinks you’re so MEAN!!! :( presses his mouth to your neck and his body harder against yours if you still won’t let him kiss you, tries to rile you up the way you’re doing to him. it makes him giggle a little meanly, and he lets out a pleased hum when it works and you give in.

— YOUNGHOON

he’d get so shy and embarrassed in a fidgety kind of way. second guesses himself and pouts because he doesn’t realise you’re TRYING to tease him, thinks it’s because u don’t actually want to kiss him anymore. absolutely melts into you when u finally and properly press ur lips to his. he giggles into ur mouth before he mumbles how mean you are to him </3

— HYUNJAE

his eyebrows draw together, his hand coming up to cup the back of ur neck, pushing to be on top of you and properly kissing you himself, tongue pressing into your mouth. he’s rough with it, NOT patient about it. he’s groaning and licking and biting, you won’t get away with teasing him.

— CHANGMIN

puppy eyes, wide and genuinely confused. would ask you if you’re ok and if you wanted to stop. he watches the way you giggle when it’ll finally dawn on him. he scoffs, and it’s a little mean, a little disbelieving, before he’s got you on your back, both wrists scrambling under the harsh grip he’s got on you, his teeth baring to the flesh of ur neck, sinking hard enough to leave a mark u’ll have for weeks <3

— SUNWOO