𝐋𝑒𝑥𝑖ꨄ︎

Camboy!Mingi who does the absolute most. Always restraining himself whenever he can.

Camboy!Mingi who likes when you ride him, he loves watching you through the reflection of the camera.

Camboy!Mingi who likes to jerk off on livestreams when you’re not home, just to piss you off. He likes when you get mad at him.

Camboy!Mingi who likes to eat you out until you’re trying to push him away, just to grab your wrists and hold you down. This is his pleasure.

Camboy!Mingi who likes to fuck you in every single room of your house. Even on the balcony if you let him.

Camboy!Mingi who doesn’t like to do generic porn, he’s more wild with it.

— “Fuck, baby….so good.” “Put me in a full nelson.” “A what?”

Camboy!Mingi who never pulls out, you’re his girl. Even before you started doing porn, he never pulled out.

Camboy!Mingi who likes to take pictures of the aftermath, of you passed out and still tied up just to post them with the caption ‘fucked the attitude right out. Vid coming soon.’

Camboy!Mingi who likes to cum on your tits whenever you suck him off, it just turns him on even more.

Camboy!Mingi who buys toys just to use on you during videos or livestreams.

Camboy!Mingi who gets so needy that he loses his pace just becomes a whiny mess while using himself in you.

Camboy!Mingi who would let you peg him at least once for ‘content’ as he says it, but he secretly loves it and wishes you’d do it more often.

Owner!mingi who gets you a collar with his name engraved in it, as well as a matching leash.

Owner!mingi who makes you sit in between his feet all the time, and occasionally patting your head to let you know you’re doing a good job.

Owner!mingi who says ‘my little puppy’ whenever he addresses you to anyone.

Owner!mingi who lets you splurge his money as a reward, getting you your favorite plushies and treats.

Owner!mingi who buys you the most comfortable kennel for you to take naps in, even putting up fairy lights for you.

Owner!mingi who gently rubs your tummy whenever you’ve eaten too much, telling you that you did well for eating all of it.

— “Be a good puppy for me, hm?” “I am!” “No, sit still.”

Owner!mingi who smacks you on the ass whenever you don’t behave.

Owner!mingi who likes hearing you whine while grinding against his thigh, cooing at you for doing so.

Owner!mingi who bites the back of your neck while fucking you in doggy style.

Owner!mingi who makes you sit on your knees with your tongue out, pulling on your leash just to tease you right before make you deepthroat his cock with zero warning.

Owner!mingi who holds your head with his large hands so you don’t pull away as he fucks your throat as roughly as he possibly can. The more it makes you gag and hurts, the better.

Owner!mingi who pulls out of your mouth to cum all over your face, wanting to watch you lap at your cheek to clean it up.

Virgin!seonghwa who blushes whenever you kiss him, even if it’s on the cheek.

Virgin!seonghwa who always asks ‘is this okay?’ Every time you sit in his lap, he never wants you to be uncomfortable with him.

Virgin!seonghwa who always catches himself staring at your boobs, he’ll even get embarrassed if you notice what he’s looking at too.

Virgin!seonghwa who likes to hold hands a lot, not for comfort. But so he can fantasize about how soft your hands are when he jerks off later that night.

Virgin!seonghwa who buys sex books so he can learn what to do and how to do something so when he finally looses his virginity, it wouldn’t be so awkward.

Virgin!seonghwa who gets hard easily, especially when it comes to you. Even just your perfume is enough for his thingy to go up.

— “I can’t…” “You can, baby.” “Too much…h-hurts…”

Virgin!seonghwa who looks up at you with pleading eyes whenever you grind yourself against his bulge, but not enough to give him the satisfaction he’s seeking.

Virgin!seonghwa who whines whenever you tell him no to touching you, but he secretly likes it. He wants to be completely ruined by you.

Virgin!seonghwa who grips the bedsheet tight enough to make his knuckles turn white when you finally decide to stop teasing him and slowly sinks yourself down onto his already sensitive cock.

Virgin!seonghwa who ends up so overwhelmed that his whines become more persistent and he does drool a little bit too.

Virgin!seonghwa who sucks on your nipples due to prior learning that it helps some women cum, and that’s all he wants to accomplish. Is making ‘his mommy’ cum.

Virgin!seonghwa who breaks down into complete sobs when he cums, unable to hold anything back anymore.

The cold glow of your phone cut through the restless quiet of your bedroom, your mind drifting back to the empty text thread between you and your boyfriend. Letting out a quiet huff of irritation, you threw the device against the mattress, where it landed on the sheets with a soft, muffled thud.

Wooyoung had sent his usual good morning text just mere hours ago, a stark contrast to the brooding darkness of the evening that was currently settling where you were. He was thousands of miles away on tour, a heavy distance of quiet separation that only felt worse as the time-zones grew more brutal for each new country they visited.

The phone lit up for a fleeting moment from where it rested on the mattress. A sharp, sudden hitch caught in the back of your throat as you frantically scrambled to pick it up, only for your stomach to drop when you read the screen.

Instagram

wooyoung97 added a photo to their story

Your eyes narrowed with a heavy sigh, your features tightening into a pinched expression of mild annoyance before you finally clicked the notification.

It was a simple, brightly lit picture, displaying a restaurant table draped in fancy white fabric while Yunho and Mingi grinned widely at the lens. A second slide followed right after—a shot of Wooyoung and Yeosang looking perfectly content, captioned simply: lunch time.

It's not like you were actually mad at him. He had assuredly told you yesterday that he would spend the morning with the boys and then continue with some deserving lunch.

But peering at the screen, your thumb frozen over the image of his soft, content smile that was completely oblivious to the dragging stagnation of your night, a sudden, impish spark of defiance flared up in your chest.

Leaving the warmth of the bed, you stepped onto the cold floorboards and glided towards your dresser, pulling open the drawer containing your underwear.

If he didn't want to give you his attention willingly, you'd just have to force it out of him.

Your fingers sifted through the silk and cotton until you found exactly what you were looking for; a pair of wine-red garnet lace underwear—Wooyoung's favorites—and pulled them out into the dim light, your fingertips caressing the delicate, scratchy-soft texture of the embroidery.

Content with the choice, you moved on to your wardrobe to retrieve an oversized black tee he had left behind before going on tour. Bunching the dark cotton into a pile in your arms, you strode back toward the bed and tossed the bundle onto the sheets.

Shedding your pajamas—the simple grey sweats and pink cotton tank top dropping in a discarded heap at your feet—you reached into the pile to retrieve the lace set. You slid your arms through the thin, delicate straps of the bra, reaching behind your back to clasp the hooks before leaning forward slightly to settle yourself into the cups.

The underwire sat firm against the softness of your skin, not enough to hurt, but providing a tight, structured lift that pushed your breasts up into a perfectly plump cleavage.

Next were the panties; taking your time, you slowly slid one leg in and then the other, pulling the mesh up until it sat snug around your hips and the soft curve of your ass. A quiet giggle escaped your lips from the sheer anticipation, your fingertips tracing the contours of your body until a wave of goosebumps formed, your bottom lip caught between your teeth to ground the smirk that was threatening to take over.

Finally, you reached for Wooyoung's shirt, bringing the fabric close to your face to inhale the comforting, familiar smell of your boyfriend. The cotton felt soft and cool against your fevered skin where a flush was now threatening to form.

Taking it away from your face, you grabbed the lower hem to slide your arms in, the wide, pooling sleeves completely engulfing you and drowning your frame halfway down your bare thighs. The collar hung loose and heavy off your shoulder, the signature mix of laundry detergent and his cologne trapped deep in the threads filling your senses until you felt entirely intoxicated and utterly claimed.

Turning towards the corner of the room, your eyes locked onto your reflection in the full-length mirror. You strutted over, your hips swaying with a deliberate intent to get yourself into the mood and you arrived mere inches from the smooth glass, you reached for the remote currently on the windowsill, turning the string lights on to instantly flood the space with a heavy, neon red glow that blanketed the boring silence of the bedroom.

Sinking to your knees on the carpet in front of the glass, you parted your legs wide before shifting your weight to make the position more comfortable. You reached for your phone, opening the camera app as you stared back at your reflection to stop for a second, millions of thoughts working overtime in the back of your mind as you took in the sight before you.

You knew you looked good. You knew the way your thighs flattened against your calves—the soft tissue spreading wide and thick—would have Wooyoung completely at your mercy, desperate to worship every inch of your skin until you were a shuddering mess. And you knew that the explicit contrast of his casual black shirt draped over the delicate spider web of red lace underneath would send him into an absolute spiral, frantic to touch, to claim, to consume.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you positioned yourself better, making a show for your own amusement by dragging your index finger slowly and delicately along the skin of your throat before stopping at the collar. Crooking your finger by the first knuckle, you slowly tugged the cotton down to expose the red flush of your skin and the soft swell of your chest. A heat of crimson flushed your cheeks from a mix of nervousness and arousal as you brought the phone up, looking at yourself through the screen with a sultry look before snapping the first picture.

You shifted your weight, arching your back slightly before turning to the side. Removing your finger from the collar, you reached for the lower hem of the shirt instead, slipping your hand under the fabric to trail your fingertips against the fevered skin of your stomach. You pulled the shirt up slowly, lifting it until the explicit curvature of your hips meeting your thighs was fully on display.

Arching your back just a fraction more—not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough for the swell of your ass to stand out prominently—you watched the red neon light cast a lustful shadow beneath the delicate curves of your body, showing exactly how the band of your panties dug firmly into your hips.

You took a few more pictures like that, testing different poses that you knew would send Wooyoung over the edge—ones that made you feel elegantly dangerous. And with each blinding pop of the sudden flash slicing through the darkness, you found your breathing growing more shallow and heavy, a giddy tremor spreading through your fingers from the raw adrenaline of what you were doing.

Content with the results for now, you pushed yourself up from the carpet, your knees feeling slightly weak as you crossed the short distance back to the bed. Slipping into the sudden warmth under the safety of the heavy covers, your fingers trembled as you began scrolling through the gallery picking out what you thought were the best pictures—the ones that showed the sultriest of angles, the curve of your thighs, and the unmistakable claim of his shirt pooling over your frame.

With three of the downright best shots selected, your thumb hovered over the send icon. Your heart slammed heavy against your ribs, a sudden wave of panic battling against the cheeky defiance that had started this whole thing. Sending them in a reckless burst before your nerve failed you, you tossed the phone face-down onto the duvet and buried your face in your pillow, a stifled groan escaping your lips.

What did I just do?

Minutes ticked by for what felt like hours in the quiet darkness. Unable to handle the excruciating silence any longer, you reached out and flipped the device over, unlocking the screen to peer back into the chat thread.

The screen glowed with his contact name, and right beneath the thumbnail of your explicit photos sat two damning, tiny words:

Read 1m ago

Your breath hitched, the air trapping almost painfully in your chest as the grey typing bubble appeared, vanished, and reappeared again in a rapid succession.

The realization hit you; he was staring at them right now, thousands of miles away in the middle of a busy, brightly lit restaurant.

Then, the chat screen abruptly vanished.

A picture of Wooyoung flashed on the screen as he called you, the phone vibrating violently against your palm before swiping the screen with trembling fingers, bringing the receiver to your ear.

“Wooyoung—” You were cut off by a chaotic rush of noise. The sharp, heavy strike of boots moving fast against tile, the sudden, muffled slam of a heavy door, and the loud click of a deadbolt sliding into place.

A sharp, ragged breath ripped through the speaker as if he were panting, the sound of his uneven breathing loud and raw through the microphone. When he finally spoke, his voice was raspy and thick with disbelief and ruin. “Fuck…” he breathed out. “Are you insane?”

A giddy thrill shot through your veins, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips as you curled tighter under the heavy duvet. “Did I interrupt lunch?”​

”My shirt,” he rasped, his voice dropping into a soft, slow drawl that was deeply possessive and tight. “You're wearing my fucking shirt while you do this to me.”

You bit your lip, a triumphant giggle escaping your mouth at how completely unraveled he already sounded. The power of it felt exhilarating.

​“Oh,” you dragged the word out, feigning an innocence that completely coated your tone as you tilted your head, “so you like them?”

​”Like them?” he asked, his voice laced with a breathless disbelief that made you chuckle out loud. “The guys must think I'm absolutely crazy—the way I fucking bolted from the table so fast.”

Before you could even form an answer, a soft, almost desperate whine filtered through the speaker, accompanied by the quiet, frantic rustling of heavy fabric against the microphone.

​”Baby…” Wooyoung trailed off, the nickname morphing directly into a ragged, heavy exhale. “Fuck, I'm already so hard.”

​A familiar pool of warmth spread instantly through your stomach at the confession, your own breath hitching as a soft blush flushed the fevered skin of your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you exhaled, your voice barely audible from the thick anticipation bubbling behind your throat.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, and you could hear the soft squelch of his tongue darting out to trace the plush seam of his lower lip.

You could hear the faint, distant hum of the ventilation fan on his end, a sharp contrast to the stillness of your dark room. "What are you doing right now?"

On the other end, a sharp hitch caught in Wooyoung's throat. "Standing in front of the sink," he admitted, his breath already shallow. "Just …staring at the mirror."

"Look at yourself," you commanded softly, shifting against the sheets from the heat coiling inbetween your legs. "Tell me exactly what you see, Woo."

A ragged exhale brushed heavily against the speaker, followed by the quiet shifting of his weight on the tile floor. "Just a simple 'tee," he swallowed hard, "And, uhm… a pair of jeans—fuck—baby, I'm straining against them."

Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers absentmidedly plucking at the hem of his oversized shirt draped over your thighs.

"Yeah?" You asked, not really expecting an answer. But Wooyoung hummed faintly through the line, a soft Mhmm filling the silence.

Feeling the same spark of defiance flaring up in your chest, you decided to play a little game. "I want you to slowly take your clothes off, baby. And I want you to touch your body as you do it—let me hear every single second of it."

"Okay—shit—fuck …okay, baby. Wait, just hold on a second." You heard some faint rustling through your speakers. "Let me put in my AirPods so you can hear me properly while I do this."

There was a brief, static pop through the line, and suddenly the audio shifted with startling clarity. The low hum of his environment vanished, bringing the erratic breathing of your boyfriend so close it felt like his lips were pressed directly against your naked eardrum. You could hear the damp seam of his lips parting, the raw catch of breath in his throat as he faced his reflection.

"The shirt," he whispered hoarsely, a rustle of cotton filtering through the line as his hands gripped the bottom hem. "I'm pulling it up now. It's sliding over my skin… my hands are flat against my stomach, trailing up over my rips—fuck, I'm burning up, baby."

"Touch your nipples for me, Woo. Can you do that, hm?" Your question came in a dominant murmur, your eyes drifting blankly to the ceiling as you visualized the sight of his chest flushed under the bathroom lights.

A high, desperate whine scraped raw through the speaker, breathless hitches of Wooyoung's voice as he obeyed, his fingers rolling the sensitive bud of his nipples under your command until he was writhing against the edge of the marble sink.

Relishing the sounds, you let him suffer in the heat of it for a few more seconds, listening to his small, helpless whimpers before you finally relented. "Okay, baby. You can continue."

"The shirt is completely off," he panted out, the fabric rustling as he tossed it somewhere you couldn't find yourself to care about.

"Good boy," you purred, the praise dripping with a raw satisfaction that made your own core ache. "Now palm yourself, okay? But only through the jeans."

"But, baby—" he immediately whined, "I'm so hard—fuck—it's straining against the fabric …just let me take my cock out… please."

You let out a soft, mocking tsk, shifting your legs beneath the heavy duvet to create a slow friction of your own. "So impatient, hm?"

"I'm in a bathroom at a restaurant full of people about to touch my dick, baby," he pushed back, his voice a breathless whisper as he tried to use the location to hurry you up in a desperate attempt to regain control.

An amused chuckle escaped your lips before you stop it. "Awh, acting like you don't get off on this exact thing, Wooyoung. You love knowing they're right outside," you cooed. "Now do what I say."

A defeated mutter left his lips before he let out a deep, trembling exhale that rattled the microphone. Then, the audio filled with the heavy rhythm of rough denim fabric straining agaisnt his palm.

"Nnngh—ah—t-traicing the outline of the head—fuck—now," he said in an open-mouthed gasp, curses of fuck and ah echoing sharply off the bathroom walls.

You could hear the quiet metallic clink of his belt buckle shifting with the frantic motion of his hand, acting as a teasing reminder of the barrier you had placed on him.

His soft noises were too much, you were too aroused to not slide your hand beneath the waistband of the shirt, guiding your fingers down while a sudden wave of goosebumps erupting across your skin. The tips of your fingers finally reached the scratchy fabric of the lace, sliding them along your clothed folds before pressing down right on your clit through your panties.

It wasn't nearly enough, but it was something and you couldn't help the involuntary sighs escaping your lips and bleeding directly into the microphone as you rubbed yourself in time with the steady rhythm of his rough denim friction.

The heavy sliding of fabric faltertered for a fraction of a section through the line. "Fuck, baby," Wooyoung breathed out. "Are you—are you touching yourself too?"

"Mhm," you hummed breathlessly, tilting your hips up slightly against your hand, letting him hear the ragged pattern of your breathing. "Doing it just like you, baby. Through my—ah—through my panties."

​A shattered groan vibrated through the static hum as his hand came to rest on the cold marble, hitting the surface with a helpless thump before he gripped the edge of the sink to anchor himself. "Such a good girl for me …fuck, baby. I'm making such a mess. So wet for you."

A deep moan escaped your throat at the praise, stopping the movement of your fingers to prevent yourself from going too far too soon. You wanted to take your time, to make Wooyoung come apart bit by bit from your mere voice and commands.

"Undo the belt," you ordered softly in a lazy drawl. "Just the belt, baby."

The response was a sharp, metallic clink and the leather sliding through the loops, followed by a drawn out exhale of pure relief.

"Done," he whispered hoarsley. "F-Fuck, baby, it hurts …can I please just—"

"No," you cut him off harshly. "Slide the zipper down. Slowly. Don't you dare touch yourself."

A fractured curse left his lips, raw and desperate before the jagged click of the zipper teeth parting, sliding down inch by inch until a sharp gasp ripped from his throat.

"Baby, please," he whined in a breathless whimper. "I'm looking at it right now—fuck, it's twitching… Let me just grab it once, please—"

"Hmm," you pretended to think for a moment, deliberately dragging the silence out to tease him. But he was far too gone.

Through the speakers, the shift of his weight and an unmistakable wet slide cut through the static hum, his palm wrapping firmly around his slick length with a guttural groan.

"I can't—fuck, baby, I need it," he panted out in a breathless whine before picking up the pace around his cock, the wet sounds of his arousal echoing through the line. "Can't stop me—ah—can't stop me from grabbing it."

A low chuckle escaped your lips, completely unfazed by his sudden pushback. "So desperate you can't even wait, hm?" You purred mockingly.

"You knew exactly what those pictures would do to me," he interrupted with a breathless hiss.

"You're just grabbing yourself uselessly in a public bathroom," you continued with a satisfied chuckle. "Just a needy little mess, aren't you, Woo?"

"Ah—fuck—don't call me that—" he gasped, a broken hitch catching in his throat. "I'm not …I… I'm just—"

"Just what?" You cut him off. "A needy little mess that can't even follow a simple command?"

"F-Fuck, baby… I'm sorry," he whimpered, the frantic pace of his hand stuttering into trembling hitches before coming to a halt. "Just tell me what to do …please."

"That's my good boy," you purred, the approval dripping heavy and sweet into the line. You heard a soft, breathless hum vibrate in his throat, his compliance finally locking in. "Place your hand back on it."

"Baby…"

"Slow," you ordered, your voice dropping into a commanding murmur that left no room for arguments.

A deep, guttural groan cut through the line before the heavy, slick and dragging texture of skin moving over skin filled the air.

"Just like that, baby. Want to hear you struggle," you whispered, shifting your weight against the pillows.

"Nnghh—ah!" Another broken whimper escaped the man as he forced his hand to follow the slow cadence.

"You sound so good for me, baby."

"Do you hear how wet I am?" he whispered hoarsley, the words catching desperately in his voice.

"All cause of you—ah!" The sound shifted as he dragged his palm up and down, continuing stroking his cock with a wet slick that left you feeling delirious

Unable to just listen anymore, you slipped your hand past the fabric of your panties to finally feel the direct contact against your slick folds. You pressed the tip of your middle finger down, dragging it up and down to gather your own wetness before finally adding the pressure of your ring finger to circle your clit, a ragged sigh slipping past your lips from the sensation.

"So good for me, Woo. Making such pretty sounds." You began to move in tandem with the wet rhythm of his hand before inching your phone closer to your wet heat. "Hear how wet I am, baby. All cause of you too."

"Fuck, baby… ah—so fucking wet for me," he whined, his voice laced with a frantic desperation. "I want to taste it …fuck, want to taste you so bad."

You let out a broken moan, head rolling back into the pillow as the friction of your own fingdrs sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Tell me," you gasped. "Tell me what you'd do to me."

"I'd bury my face between your—nnngh, ah!—between your thighs," he panted, his breath coming in frantic hitches, a heavy thud of hips checking against the sink as his movements grew wilder. "Drink every drop until …fuck—until you're a shaking mess for me, baby, please—"

"Fuck your fist for me, baby," you commanded, the words tearing from your throat as your own release began to coil tightly, cirling your clit with a frantic, desperate rhythm. "Show me how bad you want to ruin me."

"Fuck, I am—ah!" Wooyoung sobbed out into the microphone, completely abandoning the slow rhythm you had set. "M-Making such a mess for you in the mirror—!”

​The sheer desperation and the frenzied sound of his slick cock fucking mindlessly into his own fist sent you completely over the edge, your hips arching off the mattress while your fingers moving in a tight, merciless blur against your clit as the coiling heat inside you finally snapped.

​"Woo—" your voice broke into a high, breathless cry, your head burying into the pillow as a violent wave of your release crashed through your lower stomach, leaving your thighs trembling helplessly where they lay.

A ragged, choked-off moan ripped from Wooyoung’s throat, followed by a shuddering gasp and the absolute ruin of his voice in a succession of breathless whimpers trailing off as he spilled over his own fingers, his chest heaving rapidly into the microphone before he collapsing against the tiled wall.

​For a long minute, the only sound filling the static hum of your call was the mingled synchronization of your breathing—your shallow pants filtering from the quiet dark of your bedroom, and his heavy, echoing gasps bouncing off the bathroom ceiling thousands of miles away.

​Slowly, the frantic edge began to fade, replaced by the soft, pliant quiet of the aftermath.

​"Baby..." Wooyoung's voice came in a raspy whisper. You heard the rustle of a paper towel being pulled from the dispenser on his end as he cleaned himself up, his movements slow and docile.

"Fuck," he laughed. "My legs are literally shaking. I don't know how I'm supposed to walk back out to the table like this."

​A lazy, satisfied smirk tugged the corners of your lips as you pulled the duvet up to your chin, basking in the post-climax warmth settling over your skin.

​"Mhm. Sounds like a personal problem, sweetheart," you cooed softly, your voice dripping with affectionate malice. "You should probably wash your face before you go back to the boys. You look a mess, don't you?"

​A soft, whiny chuckle filtered through the line, followed by the sound of the sink faucet running for a brief moment as he rinsed his hands.

"You're so mean to me," he mumbled, though the fondness in his tone completely gave him away. "The guys are gonna know the second they look at me. I'm completely ruined for the rest of the day because of you."

​"Good," you hummed, closing your eyes with a content sigh, the distance between you finally feeling manageable now that he was claimed. "That means you'll be thinking about me the whole time."

​"Always am, baby," he whispered softly, the familiar warmth returning to his voice as he prepared to leave. "I have to go back out before they come looking for me. Clean yourself up and get some sleep, okay? I'll text you the second I get back to the hotel. I love you."

​"I love you too, Woo. Be good," you murmured, waiting until you heard his soft, lingering goodbye before finally clicking the screen off, leaving the bedroom in a quiet, peaceful darkness.

Hongjoong

Condescending, teasing, dumbifying, talks to you like you’re stupid.

"Your job is to lie there and pretend that pretty little brain of yours isn't there."

"You think you have half a mind to give me orders? What's gotten into my sweet little girl?"

"I can feel your heartbeat through your cunt, baby, you're so alive it makes me wanna fuck you to death."

"Don't give up now, pretty, show me what else you can do with that mouth other than run it.

"You're cumming? So soon? Such a sensitive pussy, you'll be a slick wreck before I even get my dick in you."

"Pretty baby loves when Daddy fucks her to sleep, hm? I kinda miss when you use that voice to scream for me."

"Stupid cunt can't stop drooling all over the place. She can't help it, baby, huh? Can she? Fix your face and answer me, slut."

"You have such a soft body; we're gonna see how much it can withstand."

"I don't think you understand how much you've fucked up letting a man like me get his hands on you."

"You're such a good listener when you're all fucked out, pretty girl. Don't worry, drift off. I'll use you until I think you've had enough."

Seonghwa

Gentle, coaxing, intense, talks to you like if he’s too harsh, you might break.

"Six. You're going to cum for me six times. I'm gonna get you there, baby, let me take care of you."

"You're so close, honey, focus. god you're so beautiful, it drives me insane."

"I love how my fingers get you excited, how they reach places you could only dream of touching."

“Is my gorgeous girl gonna cum for me? Yes, you are; don’t be shy.”

“I don’t mean to be so deep, baby, but you’ll be okay. You can take me, you always do like the angel you are.”

“Deep breaths, yes, that’s it. Feel me everywhere. Focus on feeling good; that’s all that’s ever mattered.”

“Open that pretty mouth, honey; I wanna hear those noises you make when you’re overstimulated.”

"Don't float away from me, come on. Snap out of it. Only 2 more to go."

"Please, bunny its the only thing I want, it's the only thing I need. Let me see those eyes when you cum. Don't look away."

"I just can't help it, baby, can't you go for 7? Please? Good girls always go above and beyond."

San

Encouraging, drunk, prideful, much like he’s overtly proud of how well you handle him

"That's it, talk to me, let me know what spots I'm touching."

"Mmm, fuck babydoll, your tummy's so soft, you smell so fucking good... you're perfect."

"I know it's a lot, but you got it, look at you... deep strokes. Don't let your body run from me, stay right there."

"I'm gonna get as many orgasms out of you as I can, hold back, and I'll force them out of you."

"You're so pretty- mwah!- so cute when I hit you deep baby, you look so blissed out."

"You take my dick like a champ, sweet girl. mhm, and you make me feel so good."

"Shh, suck on my fingers, like that. You have to be quieter, or the neighbors will complain about you again. I don't know what their deal is because you sound gorgeous."

"Take what you deserve, it's all for you. It's all for you... I'm so proud of you, baby."

"I love when you moan with your pussy in my mouth. Tell me more, sweetheart, let me hear what I'm doing to you."

"Right there? Hm? Yeah, I know. I know but 'm gonna fuck my shape into this pussy. I'm sorry, I know, keep cumming that's it. I'm not done yet."

Yeosang

Quiet, demanding, straightforward, much like he knows what he wants and always gets it

"Let me fuck you on your stomach, I know you'll cum the whole time if I do."

"C'mon get a grip, you're drooling all over my pillow, we just started, sweetheart."

"Keep your eyes on me. What did I say? Don't you wanna cum? I won't make you cum if you don't look at me."

"If you keep pushing back on my stomach, I'll bend you over and make you be still. Don't test me, love."

"You're not in charge here, sweetheart, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you."

"I could do whatever I want to you, and you'd still thank me for it, wouldn't you, angel? My grateful girl, feel me give you what you need."

"You know how to do it, don't act like you don't. Smart girls like you shouldn't need reminders. Play with yourself, I'll wait."

"Why am I not moaning? Because I'm busy talking to you, angel. Don't be rude. Take this dick and talk to your boyfriend. You can multitask."

"I know I'm fucking you slow, but it's the only way you'll feel each and every part of me in that cunt. Dragging out your orgasms makes this so fun, pretty."

"If you pass out, I'll just fuck you back awake, I promise, baby. You won't miss me too much."

Yunho

degrading, objectively, mockingly, much like he knows better than you.

"You don't get to decide anything. I do what I want, and you'll like it anyway."

"Aw, fuck baby... those marks are gonna turn such pretty colors against your skin. Yeah, you'll wear them proudly for me?"

"Stupid slut, willing to humiliate yourself for me? Fuck you're addicting."

"Every time I slap you, you clench around my dick. That's kinda fucked up, baby. If I choke you, will you cum so hard you piss yourself?"

"Oh, but you like it this deep, baby. I know you, you like having your cunt stuffed full and your head emptied."

"Oh, you're so sad, beautiful. I love when you're sad, cause I can fuck it out of you, fuck you till you're so empty and all you can think of is me."

"Needy things like you need to be roughed up every once in a while, helps readjust that bratty attitude you like to get your way with."

"c'mon princess, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me, and I might kiss you. Would the bruises feel better if I kissed you?"

"Mm, I fucking love splitting this cunt open. So wet and so pretty, so beat up. What would you do without me?"

"You're learning so fast, baby, I bet you love that you can't cum without my permission. You are bound to me through your body."

Wooyoung

teasing, playful, bully-like, much like he finds your pleasure amusing

"C'mon say it into my mouth. 'Wooyoung...' like that. Let me taste my name on your tongue while I play with you."

"Good girl, good girl, yeah, you feel full? That's so cute, you have no idea all the things I can make you feel. i wanna drive you fucking crazy."

"You like when I whine for you. Pretty boy, pretty voice, yeah? You love being fucked by someone just as pretty as you."

"You're trembling, isn't that precious. Don't be so greedy, baby, I have all day to string you out."

"I know you're trying so hard for me to not cum, but I hate playing fair. I want you to fail. If I pinch your clit, will you fall apart?"

"Don't worry, I'll cover your mouth so you don't embarrass yourself. Yeah, there you go, now just focus on me hitting that spot."

"Let me see those pretty teeth you like to bite me with. Smile when I'm dicking you down, dollface, let me know that pussy feels good."

"You sure you don't like it when I make fun of you? My dick is so wet I keep slipping out. Mhm, I think someone likes being bullied."

"I love taking you against the wall. I can invade all your personal space, make you feel so trapped."

"I love it when you cum, and it makes me even fucking harder when I know you can't run from it."

Jongho

indifferent, lofty, careless, like he’s oblivious to the way he makes you feel

"I'm barely fucking you, and you seem so out of it. Don't tell me I've broken you."

"You don't know what's good for you, doll, c'mon let me do what I want. It might even feel good."

"You might be sore in the morning, but you're willing to make that sacrifice for me, aren't you, honey?"

"Hush, don't tell me you can't. No one wants to hear that, you can and you will."

"Why're you moaning so loud, hm? What if I grind into you? Will you quiet down?"

"C'mon, let's count, maybe it'll help you focus. Ground yourself, we've got a long way to go."

"You get so loud when I slap your clit, who knew you'd be so impolite. You hardly even fight, so pliant."

"You're mine. Your body does what I tell it to. Isn't that pathetic? So easily conditioned to me."

"Don't fight it, honey, cum. Let go so I can get back to teasing you until you cry. I love when you cry, it makes me so fucking hard."

Mingi

vulgar, unashamed, attentive, much like there’s no place he would rather be

"Oh, baby... feel every inch of me, arch that back, get me deeper. just like that."

"You're so small, I wanna crush you. You're so fucking cute, you make me lightheaded."

"I'm in your stomach? Oh, I'm sorry, baby. What if I pout? Will you forgive me? I'm so sorry. What if I pound that pussy harder, hm? How bout now, still mad at me, gorgeous?

"You're so warm around my dick... you're everything. Oh my fuck."

"Slow down? hm? Make me. Stop me, baby, you know what to do. I'm too heavy? not my problem."

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna take my time with you. imma give it to you the way you like."

"Don't tap, no running. You feel too good, baby. You hear how wet you sound?"

"Feel my hands, I got you. I'm holding you, baby; you aren't going anywhere. Ride it out for me."

"Moan my name properly, c'mon. You choke every time I fuck back into you; you're making me sad here, beautiful."

"I am being nice to you, mami. There's nobody nicer than me who can make this pussy cream all over your sheets."

Stoner!hongjoong who since he couldn’t find a blunt wrap or anything to smoke with, he grabbed an apple out of the pantry to make a makeshift bowl.

Stoner!hongjoong who is rather old school, teaching you how to smoke the way he used to when he was younger.

Stoner!hongjoong who gently rubs your back whenever you cough, holding a water bottle out in case you might need it.

Stoner!hongjoong who does in fact blow smoke into your mouth right before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Stoner!hongjoong who smacks his lips a lot due to cotton mouth, completely ignoring his drink right next to him.

Stoner!hongjoong who gets the munchies and decided instead of eating the snacks already on the table, he took a big bite of the apple you were using to smoke out of.

— “Here, baby.” “Why’s it got a bite taken out of it?” “It’s a good apple.”

Stoner!hongjoong who gets rather clingy, making you straddle his lap for ‘maximum closeness’ when in reality he was just starting to get horny.

Stoner!hongjoong who presses kisses all over your face, working his way down to your collarbone before sucking gently in one specific spot.

Stoner!hongjoong who subtly grinds up against you, making you feel his bulge.

Stoner!hongjoong who slips his hands underneath your shirt, gripping your waist a little too hard, but he doesn’t seem to care in that moment. Leaving his finger prints bruised into your skin.

Stoner!hongjoong who moans softly when he hits a certain point in his grinding, the friction of his pants combined with your weight on him is simply too good for him.

Stoner!hongjoong who cums in his pants on complete accident, all he was trying to do was tease you like he usually does.

Eater!seonghwa who takes a lot longer at work because he’s too busy fantasizing about what he’s going to do to you when he gets home.

Eater!seonghwa who gets so turned on from the mere thought of eating you out he has to go to the bathroom to jerk off.

Eater!seonghwa who goes shopping for lingerie without you, because he already knows what he wants to see you in. More specifically, what panties he wants to eat you out through.

Eater!seonghwa who always has his hand resting in between your thighs, not even for sexual needs. He just wants to be close to ‘his girl’.

Eater!seonghwa who likes to sniff your panties because the smell of you is just one of his favorite things ever. Your scent is like a drug to him.

Eater!seonghwa who always lays in between your legs, it doesn’t even matter where you are. He just wants to be as close to your pussy as possible at all times.

— “Spread your legs.” “I’m literally trying to eat dinner.” “I don’t care, I need you.”

Eater!seonghwa who likes to press kisses to your clit before shoving his tongue as deep as he can get it inside you without a warning.

Eater!seonghwa who rests your legs on each of his shoulders, it gives him more control over your body.

Eater!seonghwa who doesn’t allow you to break eye contact with him, telling you ‘you break eye contact and I’m stopping completely.’

Eater!seonghwa who swirls his tongue roughly around your already sensitive clit, just to hear you whine.

Eater!seonghwa who sticks one finger inside you while he sucks on your clit, moaning against you as he feels you clenching around him.

Eater!seonghwa who holds your hips down while you cum, not even bothering to stop. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied.

Horny!yeosang who likes when you come home from a girls night out because of how needy you get.

Horny!yeosang who likes to fuck you in front of the mirror, simply to make you watch yourself.

Horny!yeosang who likes whenever you jerk him off at every stoplight.

Horny!yeosang who gets so pent up that he fucks you with the intent to get you pregnant.

Horny!yeosang who likes when you use your foot to tease him throughout the day.

Horny!yeosang who gets desperate to the point he begs to cum.

Horny!yeosang who fucks you to sleep after such a stressful day.

Horny!yeosang who likes to play with your tits while eating you out.