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BANG CHAN
[You]: can i get your opinion?
[You]: on outfits for tonight?
[Channie]: black jeans. always
[You]: ok but top tho?
[Channie]: me obviously
[Channie]: jk
[Channie]: what are the options
[You]: can i facetime you?
[Channie]: always. i'm headed back to my room now
Chan always picks up on the first ring.
He gives you a sweet smile, his dimples peeking out from his cheeks. Flopping down on the hotel couch, he holds his phone up so you have a full view of his face. Chan’s forehead was covered in a light sheen of sweat from his workout.
“I can’t decide,” you sigh, “I’m stuck between these two.” You hold up two tops against your frame, stepping back from your phone so your entire outfit could be captured on screen. As requested, you were in his favorite black jeans.
Chan watches intently, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip as he knits his brows together. “Red,” he answers, “but can I see it on?”
You nod, pulling off your tee, back to the camera.
There’s a small squeak from your phone speaker, which catches your attention. You turn your head over your shoulder, watching as your boyfriend’s cheeks and ears turn a reddish hue.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, clearing his throat, “I—you’re about to go out.”
You can sense the neediness in his voice, knitted together with a layer of embarrassment. When he was home, Chan was always so turned on after a workout; he also had a special place in his heart (or his pants) for the round of your ass in these jeans.
“I have some time,” you cooed, “and you’ve been working so hard.”
Turning back to your phone, you watched as Chan gulped, then parted his lips.
“Can I—can you show me the jeans again?” he whimpered. You watched as his image bounced slightly on the screen, his hands shaking as he pumped his length.
“Of course,” you smirked, taking a step forward.
As your hands roamed your own body, pulling over the curve of your ass and thighs, Chan whined and moaned. His eyes were glued to you, pupils lust-blown and desperate, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. His comments were your fuel.
God, please. I need to feel you around me. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Please, baby.
“Shit,” he hissed, “I’m so close.”
Flipping around to face him, you cocked your head to the side and gave him a smirk. “Just think about how good it’s gonna feel to come inside me when I see you next week.”
With your words, his eyes snapped shut, leaning his head back. The camera shook as he dropped his phone, the only indication of his orgasm his ragged moans.
He was silent for a moment before sniffling. “Fuck.” He lifted the phone back up, blinking rapidly.
“Feel better?” you smiled, resting your head in your hands.
“So much,” he sighed, “but I’ll feel even better when I can touch you next week.”
LEE KNOW
[Meemo]: how are the babies
[Meemo]: have they eaten
[Meemo]: who am i kidding. of course they have
[Meemo]: have you eaten
[You]: lol
[You]: yes, i fed them
[You]: they're still begging for food, though
[Meemo]: fat cats
[Meemo]: call me
[Meemo]: i'll tell them myself
“I’m not sure where you got the idea that you could talk the cats out of begging,” you laughed, “but you’re welcome to try.”
“They need to hear it from their dad,” he replied, “put me on speaker.”
You click your tongue, beckoning the three cats over to the phone. Placing it on the ground, you listened as your boyfriend spoke in soft, yet firm words. Stop begging for food. I know you’ve been fed.
“They’re so needy,” you sigh, “they miss you.”
He hummed in response. “I miss them too.” Pausing, you could hear shuffling on the line, followed by the click of a door. “What about you, jagi? Are they taking care of you, too?”
You huffed. “Somewhat.”
Immediately, he sensed the hesitation in your voice. “Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”
Your cheeks grew warm from embarrassment. “I—Minho, I miss you.” Swallowing, you tried not to think about the ache growing between your legs. “Like… I miss… being with you.”
Minho chuckled. “Do you miss my cock inside you, jagiya?”
Choking at the sound of his words, you stood from your spot on the living room floor. “I—Minho—”
“It’s okay if you do,” he cooed, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Blinking, you moved to your room, landing sheepishly on the bed. “I do. Fuck, Minho.” Your mind wandered, thinking of the burning stretch of your body around him.
“Remember that toy we ordered? Just before I left?” His voice grew quiet. “Why don’t you go grab it.”
You crawled across the bed, reaching into the nightstand to pull out the Minho-shaped dildo and lube. “Okay.”
“What are you wearing, jagi?”
“Your shirt,” you whined, fingers working around your entrance, “nothing else.”
“Good.” He sucked in a breath, steady and calculated. “Imagine if I could touch you right now… I just want to bite your thighs as I drive my fingers into you.”
“Minho,” you choked, inserting your own to the knuckle, “fucking please.”
“Maybe I could drag my teeth along your chest, too,” he hummed, “end up right on your neck. Just the way you like.”
Your skin burned, desperate to make this dream a reality. A small moan escaped your lips as you removed your fingers, moving to grab the dildo instead.
“Ah, I know what you really want, though,” Minho whispered, “you want me to kiss your ear while you ride me.”
It felt like Minho was reading your mind, speaking your thoughts as you sank down on top of the toy. You cried out, imagining the warmth of his skin underneath you.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his own voice hoarse, “feeling my cock inside you?”
“Y-yes,” you whined, bouncing, “god, fuck, yes, Minho.”
“I’m gonna ruin you,” he breathed, “next time I see you… shit, jagiya. You might need to hold me down.”
“M-Minho,” you whimpered, “Minho, please, I’m so close.”
“I can’t wait to feel you come,” he sighed, “to feel you—fuck—tremble around me—shit—”
Hearing him curse, words laced with pleasure, your body shook from your orgasm. You couldn’t care how loud you were, focused on riding the silicone version of your boyfriend’s length through your high.
Chest heaving, you threw the toy across the bed, draping your fingers over your eyes. “Fucking, hell, Minho.”
He laughed. “Love you too, jagiya.”
“I’ll see you soon?”
“Soon,” he repeated, “promise.”
CHANGBIN
[Binnie Baby]: check it out
[Binnie Baby]: gains after encore, baby
[You]: yesssss
[You]: you eatin good tho?
[Binnie Baby]: not as good as when i eat you out :)
“Changbin,” you scold, “I’m working. Enough.”
He laughed. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not,” you scoff, rubbing a hand over your face, “I can picture your face right now, shithead.”
“I love when you talk dirty to me,” he teased, “when’s your next meeting?”
“20 minutes. With my boss.”
“Let me help you relax a little,” Changbin suggested, “turn your Teams messages off for, like, 10 minutes.”
You sighed, closing your eyes. “Changbin…”
“I’m serious. I know you’ve probably been working all day, no breaks. You work through lunch.” His voice lowered. “Let daddy take care of you.”
Your breath hitched, your free hand wandering down the waistband of your pants. “You wanna tell me a bit more about how you’d help me out right now?”
He giggled excitedly. “You’re at your desk, right?” With a hum of approval, he continued. “I’d start by dragging your ass to the edge of your chair and burying my face between your legs.” Your fingers worked around your entrance, trying to simulate his tongue. “I can’t even think about how good you taste right now, baby. Fuck.”
You moaned; Changbin whined in response.
“Are you alone?” you asked.
“I’m hiding in the bathroom,” he replied, “I—I got hard the second you called.”
Your mind wandered, imagining your boyfriend desperately tugging on his cock in the bathroom. He probably had his forehead pressed against the wall, eyes screwed shut as his fist moved up and down his length.
“Binnie,” you sighed, “I want you to lean me over that bathroom counter and fuck me.”
“I would love nothing more,” he continued, “than to drive my cock into you while you scream.”
You groaned. “Can you grab my ass, too?”
“Baby, is that even a question?” His voice was cut off by his own ragged breaths, tiny curses escaping his lips. “I need something to hold onto.”
You imagined him gripping your thighs, pounding into you repeatedly, your head knocking against the mirror as he rooted his fingers in your hair.
“Bin—Bin, baby—”
“I’m gonna come so hard inside you,” he choked, “I’m gonna coat your insides—”
You climaxed, dropping your phone on the desk as you moaned. Your fingers cramped as you rode, but the fever in your chest was insatiable. As you came down, you heard the familiar sound of Changbin’s whines, a whispered shit shit shit shit as he made a mess of the hotel bathroom.
You checked the time. 6 minutes before your meeting. “You fucker,” you hissed, “I gotta go cool off before I have to talk to my boss.”
You could feel him smile through the phone. “How about next time you warm my cock while he talks to you about registration codes.”
Rolling your eyes, you stood on wobbly legs. “You and your cock better finish out this tour soon.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
HYUNJIN
[Hyunjin]: just got back to the hotel, jagi
[Hyunjin]: give me 10 min to shower?
[You]: of course!
[You]: call me when ur ready <3
[Hyunjin]: i'm so sweaty
[Hyunjin]: ew
[Hyunjin]: and hungry
[You]: did you order room service?
[Hyunjin]: i begged them at the front desk the second i walked in. don't worry
[Hyunjin]: shower over, i'm ready
When he called you, hair still wet from his shower, all you could think about was how he probably smelled. Floral, hints of musk buried underneath. His moisturizer topping it all with a delicate, clean aftertaste.
“Hey handsome,” you smiled, propping your phone up against the lamp of your bed.
“Hi,” he smiled, pulling open a takeout container, “my food just got here. Tell me about your day?”
As you walked him through your Friday routine—work drama, a gym session, dinner with a friend—he listened intently, eyes watching you as he shoveled food in his mouth. It was like he couldn’t decide which he wanted more, his eyes flicking between his meal and his date.
Full and satisfied, he lied back on the bed, his phone traveling over his head to mirror yours. Leaned against a lamp, giving you the full view of your boyfriend in a large tee and grey sweatpants. His arms, crossed in front of his body so his head could rest on top of them, popped with the movement of his muscles.
“Feel good?” you asked, watching as he tucked a pillow under his chest instead.
“Wish you were here,” he sighed, “but yes.”
You watched as he continuously adjusted himself, seemingly unable to get comfortable. Recognition crossed your face; at this point, Hyunjin had every other need met. There was one more before he could fully rest. “Hey, handsome. Remember when we rented that little beachside cottage last year?”
His eyebrows raised. “Yes.”
“And we had that private beachfront spot.”
“Mhm.”
“Where I could see the stars reflected in your eyes as I rode you—”
“Jagiya,” he cut you off, “what are you doing?”
“Thinking about our vacation,” you teased, adjusting your body to show off your bare thighs in the camera.
He sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes screwed shut. “You’re torture.” He flipped over, revealing the tent of his sweats.
“Maybe we should book it again,” you suggested, “after the tour is over.”
His eyelids fluttered closed as his hand moved to his length, slowly pumping up and down. “Tell me more,” he begged, “please.”
Your body hummed with warmth as you watched him fall apart from your words. “I’m just thinking about how nice it will be for you to relax on the beach,” you mused, “warm sun on your skin.” You leaned forward, lips close to the microphone. “I could pull your cock in my mouth, too, if that would help you relax.”
Hyunjin moaned. “I love your pretty mouth,” he shook, “Your lips around m-my—fuck.”
“I wanna lick up your length,” you sighed, “watch you squirm.”
“Jagiya, please. I need you.”
“I know,” you whispered, “you deserve a break. You’ve been working so hard.”
“I can’t stop thinking about your eyes,” he groaned, long fingers gripping the sides of his face.
“I’m right here, Jinnie,” you cooed, “look at me.”
He opened his eyes momentarily, catching a glimpse of you in the camera. With that, he orgasmed, throwing his head back in pleasure as he coated his shirt in his own cum.
“Feel better?” you asked, scrunching your nose as he blinked in awe.
“Where’s my credit card?” he asked, “I’ve gotta book this trip.”
HAN
[You]: stick that fucking tongue out one more time
[You]: i dare you
[You]: jisung
[You]: i swear... you and that fucking mouth
[You]: i KNOW you know i'm watching this livestream rn
[You]: why are you testing me??
[You]: stop. stop rolling your eyes
[You]: that fucking face. you
[You]: reminds me of when i'm sucking you off...
Your phone buzzed rapidly on the counter, your boyfriend’s picture popping up on the screen. Han Jisung.
Smirking, you slid your thumb across the screen to answer it.
“Say it again,” he begged, his voice hoarse, “please, jagi, say it again.”
You laughed. “Which part, Jisungie?”
“You know which part,” he hissed, desperate, “I come off stage already half hard from the show to those fucking texts? I just ran into a storage closet.” He chuckled nervously. “Jagi, please.”
You could picture your boyfriend dashing past the stadium employees, trying to find the nearest space for a private phone call; his slender yet muscular frame shaking as he leaned against the door.
“Are you alone now?” you asked, “ready to listen?”
“Yes.” There was a pause, then a soft whimper. “Ahh.”
“You drive me crazy when you do that,” you sighed, leaning back into the couch, “the way your eyes roll when you dance… it reminds me of your face when I’m sucking you off.”
He cried out again. “Baby. Jagiya. I’m begging you. Get a plane ticket. I need your mouth.”
“I know,” you smirked, your fingers palming the space between your hips, “just think of how good it’s gonna feel when you’re home in a couple weeks.”
He sighed. “I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”
“Not if I fuck you into the mattress first,” you whispered.
He cursed again, short little gasps escaping his lips. Fuck, fuck, fuck. As much as he wanted to be the dominant one in the relationship, he slid so easily back into his submissive nature.
“My sweet Jisungie,” you cooed, “fucking your fist.” You closed your eyes to continue the fantasy. How much time did he have before someone would start looking for him? “How fun would it be if I could join you in that storage closet, hm? Hold onto your ass while I play with your cock in my mouth?”
Jisung hissed, “Jagi—fuck—ouch—I hit my head against the shelf—whatever, shit—”
“You know what would be so fun?” you asked, pushing him further towards the edge, “if I come and join you for a few stops on tour, and we try to see how fast I can make you come during some of those quick changes—”
He yelped, followed by ragged moans as he finished. All you could hear were his desperate breaths, struggling to capture enough air.
“Feel better, my love?” you whispered.
“Yes,” he sighed, “I need to find a towel.” He smacked his lips. “And water.” He fumbled around for a moment before continuing. “Thanks, jagi.”
“Of course,” you replied, “keep your tongue in your mouth next time, though.”
FELIX
[You]: did you get a chance to see the shoot photos i emailed?
[You]: lixie?
[You]: ah wait... you're at rehearsal lol
[You]: they're going up on instagram... hehehehe
You clicked your phone closed, tossing your phone on the bed. It had been hours since Felix had returned your last text, running between the airport, fittings, and show rehearsals. You couldn’t be mad at him—hell, it was hypocritical when your own schedule would take you away for months at a time—but occasionally you had to use desperate measures to get his attention.
Like an Instagram post.
An Instagram post, with photos from your most recent photoshoot, the carousel of images ending with you sprawled out on a bed, hair messy, teeth biting down on your finger while your outfit left little to the imagination.
Soon enough, your phone buzzed with a message.
Just got out of rehearsal. Headed back to the hotel now. Did you post it?
You smiled down at your phone, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. Before you could type out a response, his contact photo lit up with a bright ANSWER and DECLINE.
“Hi Lixie,” you smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear as the video call connected.
“Baby,” he laughed, “the shoot photos look amazing.”
“You like them?” you asked, “they’re some outtakes from the cover shoot I did last month. The photographer wanted to post them.”
“Incredible,” he sighed, flopping down on his bed, hand tugging on the edges of his baseball cap, “especially that last one.”
Biting your bottom lip, you smirked. “I thought you would like that one.”
He removed his hat, throwing it across the room. “I liked it a lot, baby.” His fingers ran through his hair. “It’s… wow. I miss you a lot right now. I just—” He shook his head, his cheeks turning a light pink. “Ah, nevermind.”
“What’s up, Lix?” you asked, furrowing your brows, “you alright?”
“Yeah,” he lied, “I… well… the photo has me thinking a lot about what you’d look like underneath me.”
Your skin grew warm. You moved backwards on the bed, flopping back and holding your phone up to a similar angle of the post. “Like this?”
His fingers moved to his mouth, brushing against his lip. “Yeah. Exactly like that.”
“Do you wanna touch me, Felix?”
He gulped. “So badly, baby.” His fingers moved down his body slowly, disappearing out of frame. From the tug of his shoulder, you could tell he was rubbing his length, desperate and begging for attention.
“Tell me what you wanna do to me.”
His eyes fluttered closed, teeth pulling up on his lip. “I wanna start by kissing you,” he breathed, “then move my lips down to your jaw, and your neck. I wanna suck that sensitive spot until you cry.”
Your breath hitched, fingers reaching below your own waistband to tease your entrance. “Then what?”
He hummed. “Then I’m going to finger you until you’re ready to take my cock, baby.”
A gasp escaped your lips, your mind working to picture his own fingers instead of yours. “That would be… oh, please, Felix.”
He chuckled, low in his chest. “That’s it, baby.”
Together, your moans filled the room, your eyes catching each other through the screen.
“I’m close,” you whispered, “please, Lixie.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, “I’m gonna bury myself inside you next time I see you.”
With his words, you stumbled over the edge, your body shaking with sweet relief. Felix wasn’t far behind, his eyes rolling back as he came.
His sweet smile returned as his chest heaved, blinking rapidly. “Thank you, baby.”
“Of course,” you replied sweetly, “next time, you’ll hear that sound in your ear.”
SEUNGMIN
[Seungminnie]: fml
[Seungminnie]: no wait. fuck your job
[Seungminnie]: i wish you could join me on this stupid press tour
[You]: minnie. baby. i have a job lol
[Seungminnie]: FUCK your job
[Seungminnie]: i come off a really good stage, and you're telling me i CANT fuck you in the bathroom? fml
[You]: minnie
[You]: working
[You]: i am at work
[Seungminnie]: jagi
[Seungminnie]: quit
[Seungminnie]: your
[Seungminnie]: job
[Seungminnie]: please :)
You roll your eyes, standing to close your office door and click it closed. As you move back to your desk, you dial Seungmin’s number and hold the phone to your ear.
“Fucking finally,” he hisses, “that’s what gets your attention?”
“You’re a troll, Kim Seungmin,” you shoot back, “a horny fucking troll.”
“But you still called me,” he whispered, “so clearly you’re thinking about me.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to reach through the phone and strangle your boyfriend. “I miss you too, asshole.”
He sighed, the rasp of his voice ringing through the phone. “I wish you were here,” he mumbles, “I wish I could hold you close. And kiss you.” He was quiet for a moment. “Fuck you.”
You felt your cheeks grow warm, eyes flicking back to your locked office door. “Me too, Min.”
“Do you have a minute?” he asked sweetly, his tone changing, “I just… I need you.”
Thinking for a moment, you considered the consequences. “I can’t talk much,” you replied, “but I can listen. Reply a little.”
“That’s fine,” he replied, “Let me tell you what I wish I could do to you right now.”
You closed your eyes, leaning back in your desk chair. “Please.”
“I wanna be able to come off that stage,” he breathed, “I wanna walk into my dressing room. I wanna see you sitting there, wearing my clothes.”
“I love that,” you replied, “I wore your jacket to work today.”
“Mmm.” Small moans escaped his lips. “I wanna grab you by the hips, lean you up against the door, and bury myself deep within you until you’re screaming my name.”
“People are gonna hear you,” you warned, half in his fantasy and half in your reality.
“I don’t fucking care. I want them to hear us.” He laughed. “Fucking hell, jagiya. Just having you on the phone—shit.”
“You gonna come?” you whispered, “so I can hear you over the phone?”
He whimpered before groaning, a slow and deep fuck escaping his lips. You could picture him spilling over his fist, leaning against the wall while holding his phone against his mouth.
“Good boy,” you whispered, “call me like that again and I’m withholding sex for a week when you get back.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, baby. It won’t happen again.”
I.N
[Jeongin]: can i call you?
[Jeongin]: please?
[You]: everything ok?
[Jeongin]: i need to talk to you
[Jeongin]: and see your face
You quickly tap on Jeongin’s contact, hitting the video call button. He answered almost instantly, his hair damp as he stood in the shower.
“You texted me from the shower?” you laughed, “seriously, baby?”
“I’m sorry,” he giggled nervously, his sweet dimples waving at you as he flashed his teeth, “I just… I needed to see you.”
“Everything alright?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.
“I… something happened tonight that… I just needed to talk to you about,” he sighed, “I… I saw someone who looked like you tonight, jagiya. It got in my head.”
“Innie,” you cooed, “I miss you. I’ll see you soon, I promise.”
“I feel so bad.” He leaned his head back under the water, then shook his wet face and hair before looking back at the camera.
“Bad?”
“I… I got… ahh,” he blushed, “I got a little cocky on stage because I was thinking of you.”
You smirked, raising your eyebrows. “That’s it?”
Wiping his face with his hand, he scrunched his nose. “Yeah. Except now I have a bit of a… problem.”
“You want me to help?”
He nodded, his head leaning against the tile as his free hand moved to his length.
You leaned forward, pulling the neckline of your shirt down to reveal your bare chest. Slowly, as you lifted the fabric over your head, eyes locked on your boyfriend through the screen, you watched as he fell apart. His eyebrows knit together in desperate pleasure, lips parted.
Your hands roamed your body, giving him a show.
“Jagi,” he whined, “jagi, you’re so beautiful.”
You smiled, flipping around to tease him with your ass. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips.
“I can’t wait until I can ride you again,” you breathed, bouncing in place, “I’m gonna make an absolute mess of you.”
“Please,” he begged, “jagi, please—“
As his final moan escaped his lips, Jeongin came, his phone slipping out of his hands and hitting the tile. Between the splashes of water and the shower of cum, you couldn’t see much of his figure; instead, his echoing whines signaled a job well done.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered, “I think I made a mess.”
“Just a little,” you laughed, “but I hope it was worth it.”
“It was,” he smiled sweetly, “thank you, jagiya.”