head empty, only thinking about changbin in this ouftit. thinking about how he would keep it on for a long time backstage, making you drool over him, a cocky smile on his lips because he knew exactly what he was doing.
thinking about how he would fuck you in missionary that night, tying up your hands to stop you from touching his chest that you so desesperatly wanted to run your nails on. he would only allow you to look at him as he's ruining your insides, his thrusts in your pussy so rough it made you cry.
thinking about how hot he would be, so full of himself because he knew that at the end of the night, he was the only one you were obsessed with, the only one that could make you scream like this, the only one you were moaning the name of.
"look at you little girl... all dumb and pliant for me just because of a shirt, that's so cute."
