Ain’t No Fucking Way I Start Dying Of A Cold The Night Before My 21st Birthday What The Hell

hiii my green how are youuu ??😽 i hope you dont mind me hopping in here to request something ><

ive been thinking a lot abt skz and shibari since i read your headcanons and i was wondering if you could write something like this with minho and fem!reader where the reader is the one being tied up ?? something really comforting and intimate, with lots of emotional connection if its okay ?? ofc dont feel pressured and/or rushed !! take your time<33

n e wayy, take care, ilyy🫶🏽🫶🏽

Beautiful Merin, hello! All things considered, I'm doing pretty good! Merin, I will never mind you making requests, they're all truly wonderful 🥰🫶

The way I was giggling and kicking my feet when I read your request, you have no idea how fucking excited I was to finally write something focused on the pure beauty of shibari 😩 I really, really loved writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Please make sure to drink water! ILY! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

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( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 7.2k

Aw Merin :( You’re so sweet my goodness 😭 I’ll write something a little more comforting asap, trust 🤞

hi green, how are you doing ?? i hope everything’s alright<33

i hope you dont mind but i wanted to request something again >< i was wondering if you could write a smut with chan, but focus more on the aftercare ??

lets say he had a stressful week and during sex he decided to reselase his anger and stress on the reader, but they had a hard week themselves and just couldnt take it, so they decided to use their safeword and channie would be all like oh ?? and maybe the reader would even cry a little and be apologetic, because “i’m so sorry, i know you had a hard time, i just can’t do it today” saying that while clinging to him and seeking comfort >:((

and then chan would focus on making them feel safe, he would clean the up and reassure them that if completely fine and he's proud of them and just the whole aftercare part ><

if its too much then its completely fine !! please dont feel pressured to write it if its not your cup of tea<33

anyway, please take care !!😽

use of the safe word.

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pairing: chan x female reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, rough and overwhelming sex, crying, bloody lip, aftercare, not proofread

rating: 18+

summary: chan had always been the sweetest human ever, but after you’d both had a rough week, you both find out that you had different ways of decompressing.

His fingers found their way to your throat while he groaned in your ear, squeezing in a way you usually adored as Chan thrusted in and out of you at a brutal pace. He was completely lost in his own world, moaning about how tight you felt around him and how he’d been thinking about having you like this all day after the stress he’s had to deal with over the course of several days. It was difficult to breathe for you, though, all of your senses seemingly going haywire as you attempted to ground yourself by gripping the sheets below you and trying to focus on his babbles of pleasure. However, instead of enjoying this moment with your lover like you normally would, your mind was a storm of frustration and stress that only increased with Chan’s speed.

It was too much for you — everything about this was overwhelming, including the guilt that followed your distressed thoughts. Chan had arrived home and immediately pulled you in for a rough kiss, and you had followed along because you were well aware of how rough it’s been for him recently and you figured you’d let him release it all on you before talking. Although nothing could’ve prepared you for the complete disconnect that plagued you — you didn’t feel seen or loved, he barely managed to remember some of the things he knew you liked while he chased his own orgasm. It wasn’t to say that he was doing it purposely, you knew that Chan loved you to insanity because this was strange for him.

Unwanted tears rolled down your cheeks, and you bit your lip harshly so as to not let him know of your state since his face was buried into the nape of your neck. His breath felt hot on your skin, and sharp pangs of pain shot up your body with each time Chan bottomed out. Your eyes were squeezed shut so as to prevent any more tears from spilling, and a whimper escaped your lips as your teeth broke skin.

Too much. Too much. I don’t like this!

Chan’s movements became slightly more erratic, which signifies that he was close to achieving his orgasm. But the room was spinning and you didn’t think you could take this roughness any longer.

“Channie, stop, stop, red light!”

All movements halted, dizzying you slightly. Chan pulled back immediately as his grip on your throat loosened and his eyes scanned your face with concern. The sobs were pushing their way out of you and the tears rolled down your cheeks freely and stained the pillow below your head. “I’m so sorry, Channie!”

“Oh— Wait, no, no don’t apologize,” Chan quickly responded, slowly pulling out of you so as to not overwhelm you further. His brows were furrowed, catching sight of your bloody bottom lip and your anguished expression. “What happened baby? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry, your entire body shaking violently as you reached for your boyfriend. “I know you’ve been having a hard time, I just can’t take it today.”

He wrapped his muscled arms around your trembling body, kissing the top of your head as the beat of his heart seemed to ground you despite how erratic it was, bringing you back to reality. It was clear that he was still confused, and you were grateful that he wasn’t pushing for an explanation right away. Instead he shifted slightly so that he could place his calloused hand on your chest, applying a bit of pressure while inhaling and exhaling deeply. You followed his breathing pattern, slowly noticing that he’d pulled you into his lap at some point, cradling your body as though it was made of porcelain.

When your cries had slowed to a near stop, he moved his gaze onto your face — guilty eyes searching for any remaining distress. His thumb caressed your cheeks, drying your tears in the process as he attempted a soft smile.

“Baby?”

A shaky breath made its way past your lips, eyes glued to the crumpled sheets while you twiddle your thumbs in your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“No, angel, don’t apologize.” Chan spoke softly, yet his tone was stern. “Please don’t apologize, I’m proud of you for stopping me, okay?”

You could only nod meekly.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Nothing was said, but the shame arose in the form of choked sobs and Chan pulled you back onto his chest while rocking from side to side. His fingers carded through your hair gently as he hummed a nearly inaudible tune to calm you. This time, you were able to pull yourself quicker.

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?” He didn’t wait for a response before he was lifting you up slightly and laying you on his side of your shared bed. The sound of his speedy footsteps that made their way to the kitchen were the only thing heard aside from your own ragged breathing.

You sat up when he returned with a cold glass of water in one hand and what looked like a warm, wet towel in the other. He handed you the water first, watching you intently as you hissed a bit as soon as your cut lip made contact with the coldness of your drink. You downed your drink in one go, your throat screeching in relief from how dry it had been until a moment ago.

“I’m going to clean you up a little bit, and then you should pee.”

His rough hands touched your shoulder lightly, nudging you so that you would lay back and spread your lips. The jolt that occurred as soon as you felt the warmth of the towel touch your core had your ears turning red in shame, you knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt you so there was no reason to act like this. You didn’t miss the hurt that flashed across his face.

As you peed, Chan was quietly filling up the bathtub and adding a lavender scented bath bomb to soothe your anxiety. You watched him work from the toilet in silence, lips set into a deep frown.

“It’s done baby,” Chan announced, turning to face you with a benign smile. “We should take care of your lip first though.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “I haven’t done anything but add to your stress, and it shouldn’t have been like this. I could’ve lasted until you–”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Y/N.” Chan sounded so grave you couldn’t help but inhale sharply, eyes widening slightly. “Please don’t ever do that, we have a safe word for a reason. Always, always use it whenever you’re not having a good time. There’s really no hard feelings for me, what’s important for me is that you’re okay and that I don’t end up hurting you.”

You sniffed, bracing yourself as he neared you with a small cloth that had been dipped in antiseptics that made you hiss at the burn as soon as he dabbed it to your wound. He gently blew on your lip as an effort to lessen the pain.

“You’re so sweet to me.”

Chan pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering for a moment as if to make you feel his love through the simple action – and you did. A small smile made its way onto your face at last as his hands guided you to the bathtub, helping you get in before he knelt beside you.

The warmth of the deliciously scented water instantly relaxed your sore muscles, you sighed in relief. The light swishing sound of the water following your movements seemed to add to your newfound serenity, your eyes falling closed for only a second before the sense of something being missing began gnawing at your mind. You turned to find Chan sitting on the bathroom floor, eyes sparkling as he watched you while resting his chin on the edge of the bathtub. The corners of your mouth quirked up slightly at the sight, heart soaring.

“Join me.”

He shook his head, returning your smile.

“Channie,” you pouted. “You don’t have to feel guilty about what happened, I promised.”

He shook his head again, his smile remaining as he blinked rapidly as if to keep unshed tears at bay.

“Baby, please don’t feel guilty…you didn’t know.”

“No,” his voice cracked a bit. “I should’ve known, you bit your lip so hard you started bleeding. You were crying, you weren’t even able to tell me what happened. I should’ve noticed.”

Your hand touched the side of his face, droplets of water rolling down his smooth skin. “I should have told you I wasn’t okay as soon as I realized, baby. But we can still relax together, please, join me.”

Chan seemed hesitant for a few beats before sighing. He was already naked, so all he needed to do was take his place behind you. It was a tight fit, but you liked this kind of closeness as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around your torso and he rested his chin on your shoulder. Neither of you speak for a bit, basking in the tranquility of it all.

“I’m sorry.”

Not a word needed to be said, so you lifted his hand and kissed it once, twice, three times until he chuckled lightly. He pressed his own lips on your shoulder, and you felt a few tears grace the skin near his lips, so you reached up to his hair and scratched his head as a form of comfort.

“I knew that you were frustrated, stressed and all of that when you brought me to our room and I really thought I would be fine,” you finally explained, Chan had yet to remove his lips from you as he listened. “But I guess I didn’t take into consideration the shitty week I’ve been having too and it was just– a lot of it was just the new boss that arrived last Monday micromanaging every single breath I took, my workload was humongous compared to what I used to have before. He was so condescending, too, just doubting everything I said and asking my male coworkers to double check all the information I provided. I didn’t have a good time. And then we were having sex, and we barely exchanged a few words to each other before that, and it was just very overwhelming. I should’ve said something, so part of it was on me. I will make sure to be better next time, be more vocal about my needs and such.”

Chan lifted his head from your shoulder, cupping his hands to spill some of it onto your hair, massaging your scalp. “I’m sorry your new boss has been such an uptight dick all week…and I’m sorry I was so rough with you– especially without at least talking with you for a bit before, I’ll be sure to check in on you more often when we make love, especially if negative emotions are affecting either of us.”

“I really appreciate you, Channie.” You take his hands in yours, massaging them lightly and playing with his pretty fingers absentmindedly. “What about you, baby, what had you so worked up when you got here?”

Chan’s voice was soothing as he talked, the vibrations of his voice could be felt on his chest and it served as some kind of comforting sensation as you pressed yourself even more to him and closed your eyes.

word count: 1.9k 🛁 posted: 12 • 17 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

Thank you so much for this request, Merin. This was such an unexpectedly healing experience for me, and I thank you for it. You’ve only made two requests, but I can tell you that I’ve grown to love when you do since you always ask for such touching topics that aren’t mentioned or discussed enough. So please, request however many times as you’d like!

I hope you’re doing well, and I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Requested by the wonderful 🍀 Anon! This is was honestly so sickeningly sweet to write, I really enjoyed this one since it ended up being so soft. I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

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( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

As you carefully slide your shoes off, the familiar hush of your home envelops you, the stillness a stark contrast to the night's revelry. The soft padding of your feet against the cool floor seems amplified in the quiet, and with deliberate care, you place your shoes onto the rack by the entrance. The late hour presses down on you, a reminder to tread softly, mindful not to disturb the peaceful sanctuary that awaits within.

The night had been nothing short of a whirlwind, each moment buzzing with energy and laughter as you and your friends flitted from one bar to the next. Yet now, as you stand in the silence of your apartment, the weight of exhaustion begins to settle in, your body finally yielding to the fatigue that the evening’s adrenaline had kept at bay. It had been ages since you last indulged in such carefree escapades, and the memory of tonight’s adventures lingers warmly, even as the comfort of home beckons you to unwind.

As you quietly peek into the living room, a tender warmth blooms in your chest at the sight that greets you. There, illuminated by the soft, flickering glow of the television, is your boyfriend, Gunil, fast asleep on the couch. The dim light casts gentle shadows across his serene features, highlighting the peacefulness of his slumber. The quiet hum of the TV is the only sound filling the room, a soothing backdrop to the stillness that envelops your home.

Gunil’s hand still loosely grips the remote, a small detail that tugs at your heartstrings. His head is tilted back, resting awkwardly against the couch in a position that must be anything but comfortable. His body remains seated, as if he had only intended to wait a little longer for your return before drifting off. The sight of him like this, so unguarded and patient, fills you with a deep affection that makes you smile softly to yourself.

As you move closer, you hear the gentle rhythm of his snores, a sound that only deepens your affection for him. With careful steps, you lower yourself onto the floor in front of him, making sure not to disturb his peaceful rest. The close proximity allows you to take in the little details—the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, the way his lips are slightly parted in sleep, and the way his hair, tousled from the evening, frames his face. In this quiet moment, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in the comforting stillness of the night.

It had been far too long since you last indulged in a night out with your friends, a reality that hadn’t escaped Gunil’s attention. Sensing your hesitation when the invitation arrived, he had gently urged you to go, reminding you of how much you needed a break, especially to celebrate your friend’s birthday at the club. His encouragement had been the nudge you needed, and as the night unfolded, you found yourself immensely grateful for his insistence. Despite your initial reluctance, the evening turned out to be filled with laughter, music, and the kind of carefree joy that only comes from being surrounded by good company.

As the memories of the night swirl in your mind, you realize that the buzz from the drinks you had at the club has long since faded, leaving behind only a pleasant sense of contentment. Yet, as you watch Gunil now, asleep on the couch, a gentle ache settles in your chest. His peaceful expression, softened by the flickering light of the television, stirs something within you—a reminder of how long it’s been since the two of you have truly connected. The demands of his career, particularly with the release of his new album, have kept him busy, and each time he returned home, it was with an exhaustion that left little room for anything else.

But now, as you sit quietly in front of him, you can’t help but feel a flicker of hope. With the album finally out and his schedule beginning to clear, the possibility of reconnecting, of spending those precious moments together, seems closer than ever. The thought brings a soft smile to your lips, a promise of the warmth and affection that will soon fill the spaces that have felt empty for far too long.

Without a second thought, you find yourself leaning forward, gently resting your chin on his knee. The soft warmth of his skin beneath you, combined with the steady rise and fall of his breathing, anchors you in this quiet, intimate moment. Your eyes, filled with affection, remain fixed on him, drinking in every detail of his serene expression. 

A small stir from him catches your attention, and you watch as his brows knit together in that familiar, endearing way that always tugs at your heartstrings. A sleepy groan escapes his lips as he begins to rouse from slumber, the sound muffled yet comforting in the stillness of the room. As he slowly becomes aware of your presence, his eyes flutter open, and you’re met with a gaze that seems to glow with recognition and warmth.

The sight of his sleepy smile, soft and genuine, breathes a new vitality into you, chasing away the remnants of fatigue from your night out. “Baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick and husky with the remnants of sleep, each word wrapped in tenderness. “How was tonight?” His question, simple yet filled with care, wraps around you like a warm embrace, making you feel cherished in a way that only he can.

You remain with your head nestled on his knee, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. He doesn’t move to displace you; instead, he leans forward, his movement gentle and unhurried, to press a tender kiss against your forehead. The touch of his lips is soft, a quiet promise of affection that lingers even as he pulls back to meet your gaze. His eyes hold yours with a depth of emotion that only deepens as his fingers weave through your hair, the motion soothing and filled with love.

For a moment, your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the comfort of his touch. A contented sigh escapes you, the simple pleasure of being close to him washing away any lingering traces of the evening’s excitement. You open your eyes slowly, your gaze softened by the calm that has settled over you. “It was good,” you murmur, your voice gentle as it breaks the comfortable silence. “I had a lot of fun.”

"See?" he teases, his voice laced with playful triumph. You can’t help but roll your eyes in response, a soft snort escaping you as you catch his smirk. "I knew you'd have a good time going out," he continues, the warmth in his tone making his light-hearted taunt feel more like an affectionate nudge than anything else.

With a small huff of mock indignation, you lift yourself from the floor, shifting onto your knees as you position yourself between his legs. You lean into him, using his lap for support, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. The familiar texture beneath your fingertips is comforting, grounding you in this tender moment. He lets you fidget, watching you with a gaze that holds both amusement and adoration. He’d let you do anything you wanted if you asked, and you’re fully aware of the power you hold in these small, intimate moments—something you occasionally enjoy using to your advantage.

His fingers find their way into your hair, gently twirling a strand around as he asks, "Did you drink a lot?" The question is casual, his voice low and soothing, as if he’s simply continuing a conversation from earlier in the evening.

You shake your head slightly, your answer honest. "No, I didn’t," you say, the words soft yet clear. "I wanted to be able to find my way back here safely, didn’t want to bother you." There’s a subtle undercurrent of affection in your response, a quiet acknowledgment of the care you both have for each other. The thought of him worrying or being disturbed by a late-night call was something you wanted to avoid, and your choice reflects that consideration. 

He gives you a gentle smile, his fingers continuing their slow, rhythmic twirling of your hair, and in that moment, the unspoken understanding between you both deepens, wrapping the room in a warmth that only the two of you share.

"Smart girl," he chuckles, his voice filled with warmth and amusement. "But I would’ve been more than happy to pick you up." His words are a gentle reminder of the unwavering support he always offers, a reassurance that you’ve come to cherish deeply. You knew this about him, of course, but there’s something in your nature that prefers to keep control firmly in your own hands, especially when you’re out on your own. The idea of relying on someone else, even someone as dependable as him, isn’t something you take lightly.

Yet, his words bring a soft smile to your lips. There’s a tenderness in his reassurance, a quiet promise that he would always be there for you, no matter the hour or the circumstances. His touch, warm and steady, only deepens the comfort you feel, making you melt into the moment, wrapped in the safety of his presence.

After a brief pause, during which the silence between you is filled with a shared understanding, you ask, "How was work?" Your voice is gentle, filled with genuine curiosity and care. This is the first time you’ve seen him today, and the weight of the hours spent apart lingers in the space between you. The question, simple as it is, carries with it the unspoken acknowledgment of the time and energy he pours into his work, as well as the longing you feel to reconnect after a day spent apart.

He sighed deeply, the weariness evident in the way his shoulders sagged as he leaned back into the couch. “It was okay,” he replied, but the tension in his expression betrayed the weight behind his words. You could sense there was more to it, something lingering beneath the surface that he hadn’t yet voiced.

"Most of the day was spent rehearsing," he continued, his tone carrying a hint of exhaustion. "And then I had to sit through a bunch of meetings without the other members. It was painfully boring—just the same old rules they want me to enforce now that we’ve got a little more free time since the comeback promotions are over."

As he spoke, you noticed the deep frown etched onto his face, his frustration palpable. "And it didn’t help that Dumb and Dumber were being extra annoying and troublesome," he grumbled, the familiar nicknames for his bandmates, Jiseok and Jooyeon, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips. The corners of his mouth twitched at your reaction, but the frustration still lingered.

"I don’t understand why they must take everything as a joke," he went on, shaking his head in disbelief. "I love them—please don’t get me wrong—but my gosh, do you think they know it won’t kill them to not joke around and listen for just a minute?" His voice held a mix of exasperation and fondness, the duality of his feelings toward his bandmates shining through.

As he vented, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes softened, the tension slowly ebbing away as he shared his thoughts with you. The connection between you both deepened with each word, his vulnerability allowing you to see the man behind the leader, the one who carried the weight of responsibility while still holding a deep love for those who made his life both challenging and joyful.

You nod in understanding, your expression a blend of empathy and mild amusement at the inevitable chaos Gunil’s bandmates always seem to bring. As your fingers drift to caress his lower abdomen, you notice the way his gaze lingers on your hand, the subtle flicker of something unspoken passing through his eyes before he clears his throat. You feign innocence, despite the mischievous glint in your eyes that betrays your true intentions.

“Being a leader sounds so exhausting,” you murmur softly, your voice a soothing melody that seems to ease the tension in his posture. The words hang in the air, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace, and you feel him physically relax under your gentle touch. For a moment, you keep your hand resting on his abdomen, the warmth of your palm seeping through the fabric of his shirt, grounding him in the present.

But then, with a playful glint in your eye, your fingers begin to travel lower, tracing delicate, shapeless patterns on his upper thighs. The touch is light, almost teasing, and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere as Gunil’s breathing deepens, the sudden tension crackling between you. His eyes scan your face, searching for any signs of intoxication, a habit born from a place of care and concern. 

When he finds none, he lets out a deep sigh, a mixture of relief and anticipation, as if surrendering to the moment. The weight of the day begins to melt away, replaced by the intoxicating pull of your presence, your playful affection rekindling the connection between you in a way that words alone could never achieve.

"I missed you so much; you honestly have no idea," Gunil grunted, his voice thick with longing, his eyes darkening with desire as they bore into you. You gazed up at him through your lashes, offering a soft, innocent smile that you knew he found irresistible. The subtle curve of your lips only deepened the magnetic pull between you, the kind that had your heart quickening in anticipation.

His words lingered in the charged atmosphere, and you could feel the heat rising within you, your pulse matching the rhythm of the desire that simmered just beneath the surface. "I missed you too, baby, so much it’s not even remotely funny," you murmured, your voice low and intimate, the only sound cutting through the tense air, aside from the faint, forgotten hum of the television behind you. Your eyes remained locked on his, an unspoken understanding passing between you as the world around you faded into irrelevance.

Your core ached with need as you watched his length harden, the sight sending a thrill of power coursing through you. He hadn’t even removed his pants, and yet, his body responded to you with a raw intensity that made you revel in the control you held over him. His gaze never wavered, filled with a lust that matched your own, fueling the growing tension that crackled in the air.

"But now that you don’t have to leave me so early in the mornings for interviews and such," you murmured, your tone turning sultry, your lips curving into a slight smirk as your touch became more deliberate. You reached up to the waistband of his grey sweatpants, fingers brushing against the fabric, teasing but not yet pulling them off. "What do you say I show you just how much I missed you, huh? It'll help you destress, too."

Gunil's breath hitched at your sultry offer, a shiver of anticipation rippling through him as all rational thoughts seemed to abandon his mind. You could see the surrender in his eyes, the way his logical defenses crumbled in the face of your teasing promise. His nod was almost dumb, a testament to the overwhelming desire that clouded his judgment.

Your teasing smirk widened, a hint of mischief dancing on your lips as your hands remained firmly gripping the waistband of his sweatpants. Despite his silent consent, you made no move, savoring the way his helplessness played into your hands. "No, baby, you know better than that," you murmured gently, the words dripping with affection. "You’ve got to use your words, like the good boy I know you are." Your eyes roamed over his flushed face, admiring how his lustful neediness mixed with exhaustion to create a heady blend of desire.

"Yes," he breathed heavily, his voice a low, pleading murmur. "Show me how much you've missed me, please." There was something undeniably endearing about how easily he crumbled under your teasing touch. His plea was earnest, laced with the vulnerability that made your heart ache with tenderness.

As you saw the blissful neediness etched in his expression, combined with the weariness of his long day, you decided to indulge him. With a swift, decisive movement, you pulled his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles in one fluid motion. A soft chuckle of endearment escaped your lips as you watched his hardened length spring free, the sight of it lightly slapping against his clothed abdomen.

Gunil groaned in relief, the sound low and guttural, but his dark, desire-filled gaze never left yours. The raw intensity of his stare only deepened the connection between you, heightening the moment with an almost palpable charge of anticipation and affection.

"Aw," you coo softly, leaning in closer to his eager core, your breath warm against his sensitive skin. "You're already so ready for me?" The playful note in your voice is tinged with genuine surprise, and you can’t help but savor the sight of his flushed, eager response.

Gunil huffs at your teasing, but there’s no real irritation in his tone—only the soft undertone of affection and vulnerability. "You know I'll always be ready like this for you," he murmurs, his voice laced with sincerity. "I can't help it." His words are a tender confession, wrapped in the promise of unending devotion.

Your heart swells with emotion, the intensity of his confession making your cheeks flush a deep crimson. The warmth that spreads across your face mirrors the fluttering sensation in your chest, making you feel both cherished and vulnerable. Gunil’s eyes twinkle with amusement, his laughter a gentle, loving sound that only deepens your blush.

In this moment, it becomes clear that the power dynamics are beautifully mutual. While you wield a tender influence over him, it’s equally true that he holds an undeniable grip on your heart. The thought of his effect on you, the way he can effortlessly bring a flush to your cheeks and a smile to your lips, fills you with a contented warmth. You wouldn’t dream of complaining about the hold he has on you; it’s a bond you cherish deeply, one that makes every touch, every word, all the more meaningful.

You wasted no time, your fingers curling around his throbbing length with a careful yet eager grip. The delicious girth of him filled your palm, a sensation that made you pause for a moment, savoring the warmth and weight of his desire. The simple touch elicited a deep, blissful groan from Gunil, causing him to momentarily throw his head back in sheer pleasure. His eyes, dark and intense, quickly snapped back to you, following your every move with a mix of anticipation and longing.

As you held him, your self-restraint slipped away, replaced by a primal desire to fully explore and enjoy the moment. Leaning in close, you allowed a deliberate drop of saliva to glide down onto the crimson-red tip of his length. The contrast of the cool, slick moisture against his heated skin caused a shiver of pleasure to run through him. You began to stroke him with a languid, almost lazy pace, yet the effect was anything but subdued. Each movement had Gunil gasping and grunting beneath you, his body reacting eagerly to the rhythm you set.

Watching him lose himself so easily in the pleasure you were giving him, a pang of nostalgia and longing settled in your chest. You recalled the last time you had seen him like this, a few months ago, before his comeback had taken him away for what felt like an eternity. The realization of how long it had been since you had shared such intimate moments together spurred you on with renewed urgency.

Quickening your pace, you used your free hand to press into his lower abdomen, holding him steady as his hips began to buck instinctively against your touch. The depth of his pleasure, the way his body responded to you, filled you with a sense of satisfaction and connection, making the moment all the more intense and precious.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gunil chanted breathlessly, his voice a low murmur of desperation as beads of sweat began to glisten on his forehead. The pleasure building within him was palpable, each wave of sensation intensifying with every passing second. Just as he reached the brink, you abruptly abandoned the steady rhythm of your hand, causing a high-pitched whine to escape his lips—an instinctive sound of frustration and longing.

You let out a soft, teasing chuckle, shifting slightly on your knees to draw closer to him. Your fingers, now slick with his arousal, wrapped around his length once more. This time, however, your touch was deliberate and slow, as you hovered just above his sensitive tip. With a playful, lingering gaze, you pressed a gentle kiss to his aching head, eliciting a guttural moan from Gunil. His hips bucked upwards, driven by a desperate yearning to feel the warmth of your mouth enveloping him.

Without making him wait, you enveloped his tip with your lips, the warmth and wetness of your mouth sending shivers of pleasure through him. Your tongue darted out, teasing and tasting, as you slowly began to sink your head downward. Gunil’s moans grew louder, each sound a testament to the overwhelming pleasure you were bestowing upon him. As you descended further, your nose brushed against his pelvis, and you could feel the tip of his arousal touch the back of your throat. The sensation of him so deep within you only heightened the intensity of the moment, making the connection between you both even more profound and intimate.

Gunil’s fingers wove themselves into your hair, gripping gently yet firmly as he anchored you in place. The sensation of his touch, combined with the warmth of his arousal against your lips, was intoxicating. You luxuriated in the moment, savoring the long-awaited intimacy after such a lengthy separation. As you settled into the rhythm, you made sure to breathe through your nose and hollow out your cheeks, a subtle adjustment that heightened both your comfort and his pleasure.

“God, baby, I missed your mouth so much,” he groaned, his voice a deep rumble of need as he began to guide your head up and down his length. You acquiesced to his movements for a moment, allowing him to control the pace, feeling his pleasure build with each pass. However, a teasing glint flickered in your eyes as you decided to exert your own control. With a swift motion, you slapped his hand away and pulled back, a mix of his arousal and your saliva trickling past your lips. 

You wiped away the remnants with a deliberate, casual gesture before looking up at him with a stern yet gentle expression. “Tonight is about you relaxing, baby, so let me take care of you.” Your voice was soft but commanding, carrying the promise of indulgence. Gunil, whose disappointed whine echoed your withdrawal, nodded eagerly, his hips instinctively bucking upward in a desperate plea for your return. His eyes, clouded with a mix of desire and vulnerability, followed your every movement, silently begging for the intimacy you were poised to give.

For a few lingering moments, you admired the sight of Gunil completely consumed by his lustful desires, his every expression a testament to the pleasure you were giving him. With a delicate, practiced grace, you slid your mouth down his length until your nose brushed against his pelvis once again. This time, however, you were quick to lift your head, leaving only the tip of his arousal nestled in your mouth. 

As you resumed your rhythmic motion, your head bobbing up and down his leaking length, you allowed your tongue to dance and twirl around him, caressing every delicious vein with teasing precision. You lavished attention on his tip, sucking lightly while your tongue explored his slit, a touch that never failed to elicit a breathless cry from him. Gunil’s grip tightened on the couch cushions, his knuckles white from the strain as he fought to stay grounded.

In a shift of focus, you let your hand drift to his tightened balls, gently massaging them to enhance his pleasure. His reaction was immediate and profound; you noticed his eyes were thrown back, tightly shut, as he surrendered completely to the sensations. Gunil looked almost ethereal in this state—his chest heaving with each ragged breath, his mouth slightly agape with his tongue lolling to one side, and his muscles flexing as he refrains from taking away the control you'd so kindly requested.

The sight of him, so beautifully vulnerable and lost in ecstasy, stirred a deep ache of affection within you. Every subtle detail of his expression, every shudder of his body, made your heart swell with a yearning that was almost overwhelming. You knew, in that moment, that you wanted more—more of this intimacy, more of the exquisite connection that bound you together.

The escalating rhythm of your movements, coupled with the tender caress of your hand on his sensitive balls, quickly overwhelmed Gunil. The intensity of the moment, magnified by the prolonged separation, drove him to release a series of broken moans, each sound a testament to the powerful climax that consumed him. His grip on your head tightened, pressing you firmly against his pelvis as waves of pleasure washed over him. 

You felt the warmth of his release as it trickled down your throat, the sensation both satisfying and intensely arousing. The ache in your core grew more urgent, a desperate need that made you instinctively rub your thighs together in search of friction. It took several moments for Gunil to descend from his high, his breathing ragged and his body shivering with the aftershocks. As he finally loosened his grip, you pulled away from his softening length, savoring the lingering warmth that clung to your tongue. 

When Gunil’s eyes fluttered open, you made a deliberate show of displaying the remnants of his release before swallowing and sticking your tongue out to reveal its absence. His reaction was immediate—a deep, appreciative groan followed by a satisfied chuckle. With an affectionate tenderness, he leaned down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, a gesture that elicited a soft moan from you. His touch was gentle yet insistent as he pinched your chin lightly between his thumb and index finger, guiding you to look up at him. His gaze was filled with a love so intense it nearly took your breath away, and his smile radiated pure adoration.

“I know you said tonight was about me,” he murmured, his voice husky and roughened from pleasure, a sound that filled you with a deep sense of satisfaction. “But I missed you too much not to taste you as well.” With a swift, decisive movement, you gasped in delight as you were gently but firmly pushed onto the soft couch. Gunil now knelt eagerly before you, his gaze fixed on your drenched arousal with a hunger that mirrored the intensity of your own desires.

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PUPPY LOVE— lee minho

스트레이 키즈 ( 리노 ) x male reader genre. fluff warnings. it's gay, the gays get in trouble at school therefore minho gets in trouble at home, gay, more gay, they're in high school and in love and it's them against the world, also it’s mostly written from minho’s pov rating. everyone word count. 1.0k summary. in which high school lee minho is so madly in love with you that he's willing to follow you anywhere, anytime.

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Puppy-Love-Minho who would wake up before the sun was even up so he could be the first to see you when you arrived at school, falling asleep on his desk while he waited. He would always look away sheepishly when he would wake up to find you watching him with twinkling eyes, laughing lightly. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who would follow you into the faculty break room with his heart beating in his throat while you rummaged around to see if you could find anything of interest. He would’ve never done something that could earn him a scolding, though because you suggested it, he agreed to be the lookout while simultaneously swooning at the goofy smirk you wore while you found love notes from teachers by the coffee machine. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who, in the terrifying realization that the well-known strict math teacher was making her way into the faculty break room, grabbed you by the wrist without a word before bolting out of the room while you stumbled and tripped behind him. The shouting from your teacher being drowned out by the crazed giggles coming out of both of your mouths as you continued to run as fast as you possibly could while trying not to fixate too much on the fact that he was still holding your wrist. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who would pull you into one of the stalls of the boys’ bathroom to finally rest from running, having you stand on the toilet together though still huddled — your legs becoming a tangled mess as you both panted and laughed breathlessly, trying to calm the loud drums of your hearts. It was a matter of seconds before you both really noticed how close together your faces were, your lips a hair’s width away from touching his. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who would turn away shyly, hoping to whatever gods existed that you couldn’t hear the way his heart beat erratically at such a scene. His ears burned red as the blood crept up and pooled into his cheeks all the while his hands trembled. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who almost passed out when the principal of your school suddenly opens the bathroom stall in which you’d both hidden in, his face contorted in anger as he pointed his finger towards the exit. Although Minho could only imagine the amount of trouble he’ll find himself in at home, he couldn’t help but be guilt-free at the sight of your amused grin that made you look as though you thought this whole ordeal was funny. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who received the scolding of his life the second he stepped foot inside of his home, very much as he’d predicted, and got sent to his room without the privilege of leaving unless it was to use the bathroom. Even still, he replayed the morning’s events in his head with a lovesick smile on his face. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who almost yells out when he hears a rock hit his bedroom window, finding you standing down in his backyard with a stupid grin on your face when he finally grows the courage to peer outside. His heart doing somersaults in his chest at the sight, at the thought of his parents finding you standing there as well — at the thrill of it all.  

Puppy-Love-Minho who can almost envision his own funeral as he manages to sneak past his parents’ bedroom to meet you outside, body tensed as he prays once again that nothing goes wrong. He can only breathe once you both make it outside the property, walking down the neighborhood — only then did he finally ask you what the hell you thought you were doing. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who huffs as you laugh at his anxiety, shoving you lightly though he had to look away to hide the smile that threatened to slip up. He listens intently as you apologize sincerely for getting him in trouble, and feels as though he might pass out as you pull out a kitty keychain out of your pocket and offer it to him. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who forgets to breathe when you step forward as you hand him his gift, keeping your eyes on his as you do so. Although he panicked at the thought of anyone in his neighborhood seeing him kiss another boy, he couldn’t pull away for the small hope that you would press your lips against his. 

Puppy-Love-Minho whose breath absolutely leaves him when he notices you slowly leaning in, your eyes on his trembling lips.

Puppy-Love-Minho who sees your short hesitation as you look up into his eyes, trying to read him, and closes the small gap between your lips in a small burst of adrenaline. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who could almost hear imaginary fireworks exploding in the background as his blood pumped through his veins at record speed. His hands find your waist so that he could pull himself closer to you in order to deepen the kiss, feeling himself becoming bolder by the second. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who feels your teeth against his lips as you laugh softly, somehow triggering shame to creep up as the weight of both of your actions finally settles.

Puppy-Love-Minho who immediately softens when you grab ahold of both of his hands and tell him that it was okay, that you didn’t mean to laugh — you just couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he felt the same way about you. He laughs at you, and tells you he’s the one who should be thanking his lucky stars for reciprocating his feelings. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who doesn’t want to let you go when you try to say goodbye; though he eventually does with a sigh when you promise you’d see him tomorrow at school.

Puppy-Love-Minho who doesn’t move from his spot until you were completely out of sight, waving at you every single time you turned to see if he’d gone back inside. Even after you were long gone he remained there, barely able to process the amount of thrill the last twenty four hours had brought to him. 

Puppy-Love-Minho who almost throws up when he realizes he needs to sneak back inside without his parents noticing, and he prays to his lucky stars that he can avoid getting caught. 

posted: 06 • 29 • 2024

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❛ As you and Jeongin engage in an intense and synchronized exploration of your desires, the pleasure between you reaches a crescendo. Your intimate connection is solidified with tender expressions of love and a deep, satisfying closeness that comes with trying new things.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

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As you step back into your apartment, the lingering dampness of the rain clings to your clothes, a reminder of the photography date that was abruptly cut short. The sky outside is still a sullen gray, with dark clouds hanging low and heavy, casting a muted light through the windows. Jeongin, ever the gentle soul, immediately notices the subtle shift in your mood from the day's disappointment. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are now tender and reassuring as he guides you towards the balcony.

On the balcony, the rain has softened to a light drizzle, creating a soothing rhythm as it taps against the railing and the potted plants. The air is cool and crisp, and you can almost taste the freshness that follows a storm. Jeongin sets down the mugs of hot coffee on the small table between you two, the rich aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the rain. He hands you one of the mugs, his fingers brushing yours in a gesture that feels both intimate and comforting. 

As you both sit down, the warmth of the coffee seeps into your hands, a stark contrast to the chill that has seeped into your bones from the rain. The balcony, usually a space for casual chatter and laughter, now feels like a sanctuary. The overcast sky and the soft patter of the rain create a serene backdrop that mirrors your mood—a gentle melancholy mingled with an undercurrent of contentment.

Jeongin, always perceptive to your unspoken emotions, leans in close, his presence a quiet assurance. He doesn't speak much, choosing instead to let the silence and the ambiance of the rainy day do the talking. As you sip your coffee, the warmth spreads through you, and you find solace in the shared silence. The rain, though initially a disappointment, now feels like a balm, softening the edges of the day’s abrupt end. 

In this intimate moment, the world outside seems distant, and the two of you are cocooned in a space of your own creation. The clouds may obscure the sun, but they also seem to wrap around you in a protective embrace. With Jeongin by your side, the rain transforms from a symbol of thwarted plans into a beautiful, calming backdrop for a quiet, shared moment. The heavy clouds and the rhythmic rain become a metaphor for the depth of your relationship—unpredictable yet always grounding, filled with moments of both storm and calm.

Eventually, as the rain continues its gentle descent, you and Jeongin decide to move from the balcony into the warmth of your living room. The transition from the cool, rain-kissed air to the cozy interior feels like slipping into a soft embrace. The living room is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the lamps, casting a soothing light that contrasts with the gray gloom outside.

You both settle onto the couch, the anticipation of a movie adding a layer of comfort to the evening. However, as the film starts, it quickly becomes clear that the attraction between you both is far more immediate than the plot on screen. What begins as a casual cuddle soon intensifies into a heated embrace. Jeongin’s lips find yours with a fervor that takes you by surprise, each kiss more urgent than the last. His hands roam with a possessive tenderness, and before long, he’s straddling you, his body pressed closely against yours.

The shift is sudden, and the energy between you becomes charged with a raw, desperate need. Jeongin’s movements are intense, grinding against your thighs with a fervent passion that leaves you breathless. His actions are both urgent and needy, a reflection of the deep connection you share. As he continues, you can’t help but tease him lightly, commenting on his evident neediness. His response is a mixture of playful defiance and arousal, his eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity.

Though this moment feels new and electrifying, it’s not entirely uncharted territory. You’ve both discussed exploring this kind of physical intimacy before, though life and circumstances had always pushed those plans to the background. Tonight, however, the rain and the quiet intimacy of your home create a perfect setting for finally acting on those conversations. The anticipation of a movie has transformed into an evening of unrestrained passion, as the barriers between you dissolve in the shared space of your living room.

In this space, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable magnetism of the moment. The air is thick with desire, the once-anticipated movie forgotten in favor of the intensity of the now. This spontaneous, intimate exchange becomes a new chapter in your shared experiences, a testament to the evolving depth of your relationship and the spontaneity that continues to define your time together.

As the intensity between you and Jeongin reaches a fever pitch, you feel his desperation mounting, each touch and kiss conveying an urgent need. With a deep breath, you gently push him off your lap, your hands moving with a deliberate softness. You guide him by the hand, leading him towards your bedroom with a sense of both excitement and anticipation. The transition from the living room to the more private space of your bedroom feels almost ceremonial, a shift from playful heat to an intimate, focused connection.

Once inside the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts to one of quiet intimacy. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow that highlights the contours of the space and adds to the anticipation of the moment. You turn to Jeongin with a teasing smile, your eyes reflecting a blend of affection and playful command. “Be a good boy for me,” you instruct, your voice low and encouraging. The request carries a weight of familiarity and desire, as you watch him respond with a mix of eagerness and trust.

As he begins to undress, you move towards your dresser, your fingers deftly searching through the drawers. The task of retrieving your strap and lube feels almost secondary to the charged atmosphere that surrounds you both. Each movement is deliberate, filled with a sense of anticipation that heightens the intimacy of the moment. The hidden items, usually stowed away for another time, now come to light as part of the evening’s unfolding plans.

The act of preparing for this new experience is both practical and deeply intimate. As you gather the items, you can feel the weight of the moment pressing in, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. The bedroom, once a simple space for rest, transforms into a stage for exploration and connection. The evening’s transition from a casual night to an intensely personal experience is marked by your actions and the shared anticipation of what’s to come.

The blend of intimacy and desire creates a palpable energy that fills the room, turning ordinary moments into a profound expression of your connection. In the dim light, surrounded by the personal touches of your bedroom, the evening’s experiences become a meaningful part of your shared journey, weaving together passion, trust, and the promise of deeper exploration.

Your eyes remain locked on Jeongin’s naked form, a mixture of longing and admiration evident in your gaze. Each movement he makes as he climbs onto your bed is a visual feast, his muscles shifting and contracting with a natural grace that both excites and enthralls you. As he settles into position, legs spread in anticipation, the sight of him waiting for you heightens the intensity of the moment.

With a deliberate sense of urgency, you start undressing yourself, the process a blend of hurried motions and purposeful pauses. You can feel the heat of Jeongin’s eager gaze on you, his silent anticipation adding to the electric charge in the room. As you finally reach for the strap, you do so with an exaggerated slowness, savoring every moment of his impatient whines and quiet pleas. The meticulous way you put it on is a tease, each deliberate movement designed to prolong his yearning and amplify the tension between you.

The contrast between his growing impatience and your slow, methodical actions creates a palpable tension that fills the room. Every sound, every shift of his body as he waits, becomes a part of the unfolding scene, heightening the sense of intimacy and anticipation. The act of putting on the strap, though necessary, transforms into a sensual ritual, a deliberate play that draws out the moment and deepens the connection between you.

In this charged atmosphere, the anticipation and desire become almost tangible, weaving together in a dance of patience and longing. Your actions, while seemingly slow, are imbued with a sense of purpose and intensity, making every second count as you prepare for the shared experience that lies ahead. The bedroom, now a space of intense connection, holds the promise of deeper exploration as you both await the culmination of the evening’s anticipation.

At last, with the strap secured and in place, you climb onto the bed, each movement charged with anticipation. You position yourself between Jeongin’s legs, the proximity amplifying the electric tension that hums between you. As you lean over him, your lips meet his in a fervent kiss, a dance of tongues and emotions as you both vie for dominance. The kiss is a blend of urgency and tenderness, each of you exploring and asserting your desire with equal fervor.

Just as the kiss reaches its peak, you’re caught off guard by a sudden shift in positions. In a swift, fluid motion, Jeongin rolls over you, his body pressing you into the mattress beneath him. The unexpected change in dynamics leaves you momentarily breathless, your back landing against the soft surface of the bed. Jeongin’s position is precarious, barely hovering over the strap, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement.

The transition is both exhilarating and disorienting, the quick shift adding an element of spontaneity to the moment. The bed beneath you feels like a grounding contrast to the heated exchange, the softness of the mattress absorbing the impact of the sudden movement. Jeongin’s barely restrained position over the strap adds a new layer of intensity, the contrast between his near-touch and your own heightened senses creating a palpable tension.

The surprise of the shift only deepens the connection between you, a shared sense of spontaneity and mutual desire driving the evening forward. The room, now filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and whispered words, becomes a stage for the unfolding intimacy. As you both adjust to the new position, the anticipation and excitement of the moment merge into a powerful, shared experience, each touch and movement heightening the intimacy of your connection.

As you watch Jeongin reach for the lube you had left on the edge of the bed, your heartbeat quickens with a rush of anticipation. The way he moves, purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency, only heightens the intensity of the moment. With a practiced ease, he sets the bottle by your head, his actions filled with a mixture of focus and desire.

Leaning in, he captures your lips in another desperate kiss, the urgency of his touch evident as he begins grinding against your thighs once more. The sensation is intensified, his need more palpable and urgent with each movement. The kiss is both fierce and intimate, a blend of passion and hunger that drives the connection between you both.

Your hands, eager and restless, explore each other’s bodies with a fervor that feels almost frantic. Each touch is driven by a deep yearning, a desire to feel every inch of him in an impossibly swift manner. The heat of the moment makes each caress and touch feel electric, every movement filled with a sense of exploration and intimacy.

As your hands continue their journey, they eventually find themselves focused on massaging his butt, a gesture both affectionate and assertive. The touch is deliberate, a blend of tenderness and appreciation, as you take in the feel of his body beneath your fingers. The act of massaging him adds a new layer to the intimacy of the moment, grounding the passion in a physical connection that speaks volumes.

In this shared space, the energy between you intensifies, each touch and kiss weaving together to create a tapestry of desire and connection. The lube, now a silent witness to your unfolding interaction, sits beside you, ready to facilitate the next step in your intimate exploration. The bedroom becomes a realm of sensory experience, where every touch, kiss, and movement heightens the profound bond you share.

As the grinding continues, Jeongin’s moans become increasingly erratic, each sound a testament to the building intensity between you. His body moves with a desperate rhythm, driven by a need that matches your own. Your hands, guided by a mix of urgency and desire, find the bottle of lube once more. With a deft, practiced motion, you squirt a generous amount onto your fingers, the action done without breaking the kiss. The lube’s coolness contrasts sharply with the heat of the moment, adding a new layer of sensation to your shared experience.

With your dry hand, you spread his cheeks, an intentional gesture that grants you better access. The movement is both assertive and tender, a blend of control and care that heightens the intimacy of the moment. As you explore the new angle, a moan escapes your lips, the sound a raw expression of the pleasure you’re feeling from his tightness. This moan is soon harmonized by Jeongin’s own loud and fervent sounds, each moan blending into the symphony of your shared desire.

The atmosphere around you is charged with palpable tension, the sounds of your combined pleasure filling the room and amplifying the connection between you. Every touch, every movement is a step further into a deeper intimacy, with the moans and sounds echoing the intensity of the moment. In this shared space, the boundaries between you both dissolve, leaving only the pure, unfiltered experience of your connection.

As your fingers delve deeper, exploring the contours of his insides, Jeongin’s grinding becomes more demanding, each movement a testament to his rising need. The room is filled with the sounds of your expert actions mingling with his escalating pleasure. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with the shared intensity of the moment.

Jeongin shifts from being draped over you to sitting up, his posture a dramatic contrast to the previous closeness. His head is thrown back, eyes closed tightly as he loses himself in the sensations. He sets his own pace and rhythm, guiding the intensity with a self-assuredness that only enhances the moment’s raw energy. His movements are confident, each shift and grind an expression of his pleasure and control.

You watch with a sense of deep fascination, captivated by this new side of Jeongin that you’ve longed to witness. The sight of him so completely lost in his own pleasure, so responsive to your touch, is intoxicating. Despite him having the control and setting the pace, there’s a subtle, exhilarating power that you experience through the act of making him fall apart with just your fingers. This dynamic shift, where his pleasure is so intricately tied to your actions, fills you with a profound sense of satisfaction.

You relish the moment deeply, savoring the intimate power you hold over his pleasure and the new layer of connection it reveals. This experience, both powerful and intimate, allows you to explore and enjoy a different facet of your relationship, enhancing the depth of your bond and fulfilling a longing you’ve carried for some time.

You sit up slightly, positioning yourself just enough to wrap your hand around Jeongin’s throat. Your grip is firm but controlled, squeezing just enough to make him look directly at you. Your eyes, sparkling with a potent blend of desire and dominance, meet his with an intensity that makes him moan involuntarily. The sight of your unwavering gaze, filled with longing and command, sends a shiver through him.

As you pull your fingers out, a chuckle escapes you at his immediate complaints and whines. His body shifts restlessly, trying to keep you in place, the tension between your reactions creating a charged, almost playful atmosphere. However, his protests quickly cease when you gently guide him back over the strap, your touch both assertive and reassuring. You keep him there, the movement deliberate as you reach for the lube once more.

With practiced ease, you squirt a generous amount of lube onto your hands, the cool, slick substance contrasting with the heat of the moment. You spread the lube over the length of your strap, the motion smooth and purposeful. As you look up at Jeongin, your gaze is met with a sight that nearly drives you to the brink of madness—his eyes, dazed and full of need, reflecting an intense mix of vulnerability and desire.

The sight of his expression, so completely consumed by longing, heightens your own arousal and desire. It’s a potent reminder of the connection you share and the depth of the moment. The intimate power you wield, coupled with his visible need, creates a dynamic that is both exhilarating and profoundly satisfying. The balance of control and surrender, reflected in his dazed eyes, becomes the focal point of the evening, deepening the intensity of your shared experience.

Jeongin, guided by instinct and desire, doesn’t need any further prompting. With a confident yet eager movement, he places a hand on your bare chest, gently but firmly pushing you back against the mattress. The action is both commanding and intimate, a physical assertion of his desire. As he shifts, he emits a loud whine, the new sensation of the strap replacing your fingers creating a rush of pleasure and surprise.

He pauses briefly, settling fully onto your lap, giving himself a moment to adjust to the new sensation. His movements are deliberate, a blend of anticipation and need as he begins his anticipated bounces of pleasure. The room is soon filled with the almost explicit sounds of his pleasure—the slick, rhythmic noises of his movements, each one a testament to his pursuit of satisfaction.

You watch, completely enthralled by the sight before you. Every sound and motion from Jeongin heightens your own arousal, making the scene an intoxicating display of raw, unfiltered desire. Your hands instinctively reach for his leaking length, your fingers wrapping around it with a firm yet gentle grip. As you stroke him in sync with his movements, the pleasure he experiences intensifies, his moans becoming louder and more fervent. The synchronized rhythm of your touch and his movements amplifies the pleasure for both of you, creating a powerful and immersive experience.

The dynamic of the moment—his pleasure, your touch, the sounds filling the room—creates a vivid, exhilarating tapestry of connection and desire. The intensity of the scene, driven by your mutual need and responsiveness, weaves together a deeply satisfying experience that leaves you both captivated and deeply entwined in the moment.

Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s moans reach higher pitches as the pressure in his abdomen builds, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic. The intensity of his pleasure is palpable, a mix of rising urgency and need. Observing his struggle, you decide to assist him by moving your own hips in a matching rhythm, syncing with the speed he initially set. The adjustment brings a renewed sense of harmony to your movements, amplifying the pleasure for both of you.

Your free arm wraps around him, drawing him closer as he drapes himself over you once more. He buries his face in your neck, seeking comfort and connection in the closeness. His entire body tenses, each groan guttural and full of raw emotion. The intense moment crescendos, and he relaxes almost instantly when your movements slow to a stop. The room is then filled with the sound of your combined panting, a testament to the exertion and ecstasy you’ve both experienced.

As the intensity fades, Jeongin rolls to the side, a thin layer of sweat clinging to both of your skins. You turn to face him, your wide smile reflecting the deep satisfaction and affection you feel. He meets your gaze with a loving expression, his eyes softening as he whispers, “I love you so fucking much.” The words, though simple, carry a profound depth of emotion, resonating with the closeness and connection you’ve shared in the moment. The exchange solidifies the bond between you, marking the culmination of a deeply intimate and emotionally charged experience.

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hiii i adored the caught in the act piece! all the situations seemed so organic and realistic, your writing is so good, share a crumb of talent with the rest of us pls 🤲🤲

(btw just wanted to let you know that in caught in the act you misspelled jeongins name in the title part of his section <33)

Hello! Thank you so much 🥹 Here are some crumbs, hold on 🫳✨

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME KNOW 😭 I promise I proofread it, but I guess I didn’t bother to check their names 💀

every time i read something of yours i’m all in my feels STOP (please don’t actually here’s all my love 💕💞💓💗❤️‍🩹❤️)

can i be 🦨 on your anon list? because if your writing keeps fucking me up you’ll be hearing a lot more from me

🥹🥹 omg?? this is so sweet?? i’m honestly living for this energy honestly

also YES you can be 🦨! thank you for your support and lmfao i love adding pain to my work so chances of my writing continuing to “fuck you up”, as you said, are very high so i’ll be looking forward to your feedback 🥹

Mis padres son de la ciudad de México pero yo nací y crecí aquí en los Estados Unidos. y también elegí verde como nombre porque es mi color favorito y mi lógica era que si a la gente se le puede llamar "Azul, Blanca, Red, Jade" ¿por qué no me pueden llamar Green? ja ja

ahh que brutal! yo voy a la uni por allá en los estados unidos pero en las vacaciones tengo que regresar a pr ;-;

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tu lógica es inmaculada, tienes toda la razón jajajaja ay no sé es que tengo una conexión con el verde desde siempre, mi vida entera está pinta’o de verde y pues 🤷