parting his lips when youngwoo's large hands claim a good chunk of his hair, he can't help the pliant mewl that spills from his mouth, his back arching outwards towards youngwoo as daehyun insists on teasing him, unable to utter another word as his lips are captured, melting into the osculation while a hand explores his flesh, hips jutting outwards against daehyun as if a subtle plead for more all whilst tugging upon youngwoo's shirt.
-continues to brush my plump rosy lips slowly along the expanse of jimin's neck and shoulder, almost in a teasing way, as my hand dips a bit louder just to grow bolder and slip underneath the fabric of his shirt as my fingertips graze against his hip; a soft moan slips past my lips as i feel youngwoo's fingers sink into my cheek immediately flick my eyes up to meet his gaze, a small smirk playing on my lips as i lightly drag my nails down his nails down his arm in response-
seizes a large piece of jimin’s chocolate expanse of hair, the digits making a crude display of the letters that are inked across my digits, the other falling to dae’s cheek as i sink my fingertips into his flesh so he remembers his place; locks jimin’s quivering, roseate lips in a sweet kiss, tugging jimin’s head to the left by his hair as i meet dae’s gaze.
staring up towards youngwoo with rosy cheeks that soon turn crimson, his breath hitches, the words spoken from both elicits a whine from his coral brims, fingers curling around youngwoo's shirt tighter, goosebumps left in the wake from daehyun's lips on his flesh, quietly uttering his daddies' names in response.
-i blink owlishly as you raise your finger only to press it against my plump lips, mimicking a 'shh' motion, and i can't help but grin at your antics- so cute.. -i murmur softly before leaning my head in to press a kiss against your pouty lips- i'm not just saying it. i'm telling the truth, jiminnie
/giving you a playful smile, he raised a finger to your lips as if to hush you, eyes crinkling like he were proud of his cheeky antics; he settles down when your hands hold his waist, tips of his ears burning red, his breath hitched. y-you're just saying that..