↬ your kind of fetish for his body. [nct 00 line]
renjun :
lips. those sweet lips in color of an utopian vinous cherry, which tastes like the most sugary and sticking to a throat wall liquor. you’re ready to crush those lips with ecstasy, squeezing with trembling cold fingertips, trying not to hurt lip bites, which are made by you.
he’s frowning, but standing strong. he’s fallen way too much for your enchanted sight every time you’re looking at those puffiness.
and you would taste it forever, carefully licking the leavings from czech chocolate with plump jelly inside using the tip of your tongue, smacking with a huge distinctive sound, as if there’s no tomorrow, so this is why you gotta hurry up for another kiss with renjun.
it’s hard to say, but you’re so madly in love with all of the little things on his lips. same old bites, ragged lips skin and to the edge bursting places on lips as crooked stripes. you love it so much. you love him so much.
jeno :
long fingers with bulging veins on the back of a hand gave you a hope for your inner fetishist.
these scuffed knuckles looked brutal, as if jeno was ten again and making scratches with a well sharpened coin is a squeak of fashion in primary school.
sometimes you even forget about what’s going on in this world, disconnecting on jeno’s limbs, which he shakes so funnily, emotionally telling about his past day.
and that fact that your hand perfectly fits in his. you’ve got goosebumps all over your body.
if you got your way, sorry lord, you’d become jeno’s desdemona for a night, just to feel a grip of loved hands on own throat, squeezing arteries so tight.
donghyuck :
collarbones. these slightly spiky bones, making your heart shake, bend and break side to side.
at nights, full of dust from loud roads and sweet powder from a budget drugstore, you’re looking at his beautiful silhouette, slowly unbuttoning a snow white shirt from himself.
being as if under a hypnosis, you can seat with arms and legs crossed for a whole century, not looking into a wall already, just like you used to do before, but honed watching donghyuck’s moves like a cat, that is ready to let her claws.
it seems he has been caught up in your cage. but at the end the caught up one is you, staying in cold.
jaemin :
you found a prince. a prince with his own stone castle as the strongest back. it’d seem that you can wait for a storm, dark clouds, hurricane, tornado to end behind this back, because jaemin is just as strong as a rock next to the wild beaches.
you’re drawing uncomplicated and clear only for you patterns along his spine, pushing onto his dots with your finger pads just to make jaemin relaxed.
you’re carefully leading wet kisses from occipital part to shoulder blades, unclenching it with your hands, while jaemin is exhaling and satisfied, giving his muscles and his whole body to your captivity. but you’re not gonna hurt him, aren’t you?
yangyang :
you’d look for so long into those brown eyes, dipping inside of that dashing pool. you’re woozy only by this guy, only by this fatal brown color, so passionately being similar to the bark of a still young tree that grows in the garden somewhere beyond the fields.
if looking at yangyang was the only aim for your whole life, you would give everything, everything you have.
that palette of mixed coffee with honey and cinnamon color discourages you with its coloring and the whole world literally stops when yangyang droningly waves his eyelashes. all those moments for you seem like a slow motion.
and he has to let you be a director just to rewind the scenes like those more and more and more and more times.
