Xiumin: He would relish in the control he has over your body, you’d be tied to the bed, rope rough against your fevered skin, sweat glistening across the dips and curves, a delicious sight for his eyes to behold. Hunger would be so utterly evident in his swirling dark irises. His firm and powerful hips would pin you down. Muscular thighs keeping you still, ropes restricting any movement you hope to have. He wants full control meaning you-his little princess can’t be allowed to move without his permission. He’d bend down, nose gently ghosting against the sensitive crook in your neck, a shuttered gasp falling from your parted lips, already panting when he has done nothing. So delicious. He’d plant a soft kiss along your shoulder, so soft and gentle when suddenly you scream, a sharp spot of pain pulsing through the sweet pleasure as his teeth knick your skin, tugging and sucking, a delicious mixture of guttural noises. Your mind would be spinning he not even close to actually touching you and giving you what you want. He’d continue to bite you, leaving marks here and there whispering possessive mantras about how you are his. He’d jump up angrily sucking on your lips, biting, tugging, fighting your tongue for dominance and winning with insurmountable skill. Thrusting into you so suddenly, a scream being swallowed by his ravenous mouth, he’d go fast and hard. Loud squelches egging him on, the vibration of your moans, exciting him beyond belief. You’d have your head slamming into the head board, bed rocking the power he has so enticingly succulent. As he pulls back, letting your moans finally penetrate his ears full throttle. Your arms would burn. Muscles flexing as you tug hopelessly at the ropes restraining you. Feeling heat pool in your gut, friction increasing and suddenly he’d slow just as your toes curl getting ready to release. You’d scream out in utter frustration left breathless and so close to being let go. But no he needs more from you, the thrusts would turn slow and controlled, his lisp twisted into a smirk, his body coated in a sheen of glimmering sweat, your eyes struggling to focus on how his muscles contract and move underneath his skin. Feeling euphoria tingeing at your senses, heart thrumming loudly against your ears with one last powerful thrust you’d tremble, shaking as you release with a satisfied sigh body going still from exhaustion.