obsessed with soobin's slutty little waist and the way he peeks out from under his eyelashes at the camera with his pink lips half parted and cheeks flushed.
imagine him calling your name with breathy little sighs as he touches himself with his nose scrunched in concentration.
you comment on how cute he is, how hot it is to see him like this, and he shyly tucks his cheek against his shoulder to hide his face with a soft whine.
it's too late however, as you cup your hand under his chin and direct him to look at you, and his lips form into a small pout as he shuts his eyes to avoid you, avoid feeling so exposed and vulnerable. you can't help but smile at how cute it is. your hands travel down to his slender waist, gripping tight as you settle yourself over him and press your bodies together. you can feel each shiver and tremble from him, so responsive to your touch.
you have to coax him to open his eyes again, cooing praises and promising to make him feel so, so good. he eventually obeys because he's such a good boy, looking up at you with such adoration, eyelashes wet with tears as you begin to rock against him and his lips fall open into a moan, turning to whimpers as you make good on your promise.
