Hi, Im Sorry Im Doing This As An Anon I Just Get Really Anxious When Requesting And Its A Little Embarrassing

hi, i’m sorry i’m doing this as an anon i just get really anxious when requesting and it’s a little embarrassing but i read your guide for requesting and i noticed that you said something about liking the idea of pegging? so if (and only if) you’re comfortable with it, can you write something about a female reader pegging jeongin for the first time? sorry if this is weird, and if you don’t want to then you can just ignore this!!

Hello! I’m so sorry it took me an eternity to get to this request! First of all, there’s absolutely no judgment in making requests anonymously, I love every request regardless. I actually understand the anxiety, I also struggle with it when I make my own requests towards writers I admire and sometimes, if I'm a little intimidated or if it's my first time approaching a certain writer, I also do it anonymously — so it’s all good!

Secondly, I adore pegging! It is seriously one of my all-time favorite kinks along with shibari, it’s just so much fun and I just love the idea of having men unraveling because it just feels so good for them. UGH 😩 THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!

I hope you enjoy this, and again, I’m so sorry for taking so long to finally get to it. Please feel free to send me other requests or asks and I promise I'll try to do better about responding! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

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Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed reading my work, and that you found some comfort from it! *Pats my own back* My job has been accomplished! 🥹🫶

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❛ In which the members of Stray Kids navigate the world of fatherhood without you.

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) 4.4k

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This request was absolutely devastating to write, thank you! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Y/N has passed away, each member is a single father still in love with you, mentions of grief, some of the kids fall under the LGBTQ+ community.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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방찬 ── BANG CHAN.

Chan's office was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the desk lamps, casting a warm yet somber light across the room. The gentle hum of the night time silence was broken only by the rhythmic, soothing breaths of his three-year-old daughter, who lay peacefully on the worn leather couch. Her tiny face, so serene in slumber, was a haunting mirror of your beautiful features, stirring a profound ache in Chan's heart.

As he watched her, tears began to silently trace their way down his cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of his sorrow and longing. He could still hear your final, trembling words: "Love her twice as much in my absence." The memory was a dagger, twisting with the relentless guilt and grief that had become his constant companions. The sight of his daughter's innocent face, so reminiscent of you, only deepened his anguish.

Today had been especially trying. Chan had promised his little girl a joyous outing to the park, a precious respite from his hectic work schedule. But the day took an unexpected turn when Changbin called in a panic, frantically searching for the nearly completed recording of their latest song. What Chan had hoped would be a swift resolution morphed into hours of desperate searching, only to end in the devastating realization that they would have to begin the recording anew.

All the while, his daughter’s patience wore thin. She had no toys, no distractions, just the suffocating boredom of waiting. Her disappointment was palpable, a silent reproach that cut deeper than any words could. Chan felt like he was failing her, failing in the promise he had made to you. Driven by the need to make amends, he gently woke his daughter. Her initial crankiness gave way to curiosity as he apologized for breaking his promise and proposed a sleepover at home. Movies, games, a fort, and endless cuddles — her eyes sparkled at the thought, and her frown dissolved into giggles.

At home, they transformed the living room into a magical fortress of pillows and blankets, a sanctuary just for them. They watched animated tales, played games, and reveled in the simple joy of being together. Wrapped in the cozy embrace of their fort, she eventually succumbed to sleep once more, nestled against him. Her hair, a tousled mess, and a small trail of drool on his shirt were endearing reminders of her tender age and boundless trust in him.

Chan held her close, his heart swelling with love and a bittersweet yearning. She was the living embodiment of his heart, and as he gazed at her, he whispered a vow into the stillness of the night. He promised to love her with all his might, carrying the weight of both his love and the part of you that would forever reside in their lives. In that quiet moment, amidst the echoes of his promises, he felt a fragile sense of peace, knowing that as long as he held her, he was keeping your memory alive.

이민호 ── LEE MINHO.

Minho lay in the dim, soft glow of his bedroom, shadows whispering across the walls as the twins slept peacefully beside him. Their tiny forms had claimed your side of the bed, filling the void where your presence once brought warmth and comfort. The night he returned home with the babies, he had attempted to sleep alone, but the emptiness was unbearable. He tossed and turned, haunted by the silence, until one of the babies began to cry, inevitably waking the other. In his desperation to soothe them, he gathered every pillow he could find, crafting a makeshift crib in his bed. Their delicate features softened in the calm of his presence, and they finally drifted off to sleep.

As Minho gazed at their angelic faces, hands entwined even in slumber, his heart ached with the weight of your absence. How could he begin to process this loss? You had spent almost ten months nurturing these little miracles, only to be taken away before you could revel in the beauty of their existence. Ten months of creating life, and you would never witness the serene way they held hands in their sleep. Ten months of dreams and hopes, and you would miss their first birthdays, graduations, weddings. It was unbearably cruel, and Minho’s soul was tormented by the thought.

You wouldn’t even be here to laugh about the pregnancy mix-up that had both of you convinced it would be a boy and a girl, only to welcome two beautiful baby girls into the world. His friends had offered to stay and help, but he had declined, needing the solitude to grapple with his grief. Now, in the stillness of the night, he questioned if he had made the right choice.

Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks as the full weight of his new reality settled over him. He was to raise these precious little princesses on his own, and the responsibility felt crushing. Yet, as he watched their peaceful slumber, he knew he had to summon every ounce of strength for them. They were his world now, the living, breathing remnants of your love. He vowed to cherish them, to love them fiercely, and to guide them through life with unwavering dedication, for they were all he had left of you, and he was all they had.

In the hushed silence, he whispered promises into the night, pledging to be the best father he could be. He would ensure they knew how deeply you loved them, even if you couldn’t be there to tell them yourself. And as he held them close, feeling the rise and fall of their tiny chests, a fragile peace washed over him. He knew that in every laugh, every tear, and every milestone, you would be there in spirit, guiding him, loving them, always.

서창빈 ── SEO CHANGBIN.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park as Changbin and his 13-year-old son sat on a weathered wooden bench, savoring their ice cream. The park buzzed with the laughter of children, their joy mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the summer breeze. Parents lounged on the grass, basking in the last light of day, while Changbin watched his son’s face light up with a blush as he received a message.

Changbin couldn’t resist teasing him. "Who’s got you smiling like that?" he asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

His son’s cheeks reddened further, and he looked away, trying to hide his smile. "Just a girl from school," he mumbled, glancing at his phone. "She texted to congratulate me on today’s soccer game."

Changbin’s interest was piqued. "A girl, huh? Do you like her?" he inquired gently, but his son just rolled his eyes, keeping his thoughts to himself.

After a while, his son broke the comfortable silence with a question that took Changbin by surprise. "Dad, how did you know Mom was the one for you?"

Changbin's heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of love and nostalgia. He took a deep breath, the memory washing over him like a tender wave. "Well," he began softly, "it was before you were born. Your mom and I had only been dating for a few months. One evening, we decided to take a ride on my motorcycle to grab some food. On the way back, she spotted a bookstore and got all excited. She tapped my shoulder and pointed it out, her eyes sparkling like a child's. I couldn't say no to that."

He smiled, lost in the memory. "We stopped, and I handed her my card, telling her to get whatever she wanted. She promised she’d come out empty-handed, but I knew better." He chuckled, remembering your sheepish yet triumphant expression as you emerged with a bag hidden behind your back. "She ended up buying two books and couldn’t stop talking about them, her excitement contagious. When I told her I was glad she found something, she did this little dance of joy before climbing back onto the bike. She had to hold the bag since her backpack was already stuffed with our food, but she was too happy to care."

Changbin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "That’s when I knew she was the one. It wasn’t some grand gesture; it was her pure joy in the little things, her passion for life. I wish you could have known her. She loved you so much, even before you were born."

His son’s eyes mirrored his own longing and admiration. "I wish I’d known her too," he said softly. "My goal in life is to find my soulmate, like you found Mom. I want to love someone as much as you loved her."

Changbin’s heart ached with pride and sorrow. "You deserve to have someone by your side for a long time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, "Who knows, maybe this girl from school is your one."

His son groaned, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he nudged Changbin, causing his ice cream to topple onto the ground. Changbin laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the park. His own ice cream slipped from his grasp, joining his son’s on the pavement, and they both burst into laughter, the joy of the moment a soothing balm to their hearts.

In that golden hour, surrounded by the simple pleasures of ice cream and shared memories, Changbin felt a profound sense of peace. Despite the heartache and loss, he and his son would continue to find love and joy in the little things, just as you had taught him. And in those moments of laughter and connection, he felt your presence with them, a silent guardian watching over their journey, smiling at their shared happiness.

황현진 ── HWANG HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin sat alone in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue over the familiar surroundings. The air was thick with memories, each piece of furniture and every stroke of paint a testament to the love and labor he had shared with you. His heart ached with a bittersweet nostalgia as he looked around, his mind filled with the echoes of laughter and the whispers of cherished moments.

He remembered the countless hours spent building the furniture, the frustration and triumph mingling as he struggled with stubborn screws, while you sat nearby, reading the instructions with a patience that never failed to calm him. The nursery walls, painted in a tapestry of happy themes, bore the marks of your combined artistic talents, creating a sanctuary for the new life you both awaited with eager anticipation.

The night he returned home with the baby, your absence a gaping void beside him, was etched into his soul. He had sat in the rocking chair, the one he had bought especially for you, cradling the fragile bundle in his arms, paralyzed by the fear of being alone. Many nights, he had dozed off in that chair, too afraid to leave its comforting embrace, haunted by the silence that your departure had left behind.

A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the day he found your child drawing on the walls, their tiny hands busy creating a colorful mural over your delicate paintings. It had pained him to see your work altered, but the sight of their concentrated little face, so much like yours, had softened his heart. He had chosen to let them be creative, to express themselves freely, even if it meant sacrificing a piece of you.

He thought of the time his six-year-old had cried in his arms, their tiny body trembling with confusion and hurt because they didn't fit in with the boys or the girls. Hyunjin had held them close, whispering reassurances, his heart breaking at the familiar pain. It had been a long journey, but he had worked tirelessly to make their home a sanctuary of love and acceptance.

The memories came in a flood, each one a cherished gem: the summer in middle school when they returned home with bags of new clothes and put on a fashion show, proudly displaying their androgynous style; the pride parade, where he meticulously placed sticky rainbow gems on their face, their giddy excitement lighting up the day; and finally, the day they graduated and moved out, leaving behind an empty room filled with the ghosts of the past.

Tears rolled down Hyunjin’s face as he sat in the rocking chair, now old and creaky, thinking of all the moments he had cherished yet wished he could have shared with you. The weight of the memories pressed down on him, a heavy, inescapable burden.

Suddenly, his phone rang, startling him from his reverie. He hastily wiped his tears and saw it was a FaceTime call from his child. He answered, and their beaming face filled the screen, the excitement in their eyes mirrored by the twinkling fairy lights in their new apartment's bedroom.

“Hey, Dad! Look at my new room!” they exclaimed, panning the camera around to show off their new space, their voice bubbling with pride and joy.

Hyunjin’s heart swelled with pride and love. “It looks amazing, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I miss you,” they confessed, their eyes shining with unshed tears. “Can we spend the first night together, through the phone?”

Hyunjin chuckled softly, trying to mask his lingering sadness. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of moving out?”

They laughed, a sound that was pure and unfiltered joy. “Maybe, but I know you’re in my old room crying already.”

He laughed too, the heaviness lifting just a bit. “You got me there.”

They didn’t hang up, staying connected through the screen as the night deepened. Hyunjin lay back in the rocking chair, his child propped up in their new bed, both finding solace in the familiar presence of each other. As they talked and laughed, Hyunjin realized that though you weren’t physically there, your spirit lived on in these moments, in the love that continued to bind them together. And for now, that was enough.

한지성 ── HAN JISUNG.

Jisung found his seven-year-old child hidden within the treehouse that the three of you had built together. This small wooden sanctuary, once filled with laughter and joy, now bore the heavy weight of sorrow. They were still in their funeral attire, the black clothes contrasting sharply against the soft glow of the setting sun. The murmurs of the guests lingering in the backyard became a distant, indistinct hum as Jisung climbed into the treehouse, his heart burdened with grief and a simmering anger at the universe for taking you away so cruelly.

His son's youthful face was etched with a grief that seemed too profound for such a young soul. Jisung felt a surge of helplessness as he reached out, pulling his child close, wrapping him in an embrace meant to shield him from the cruel world outside. “I miss Mom,” came the soft, heart-wrenching whisper, each word a dagger to Jisung’s already shattered heart.

“I miss Mom too,” Jisung murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears. They sat together in silence, the weight of your absence pressing down on them like an insurmountable force.

It had been nearly a year since you had fallen ill, the sickness so severe that the doctors had given you only a few months at most. Yet, you had defied their grim prognosis, your spirit burning brightly despite the frailty of your body. Jisung remembered the countless nights spent by your side, swallowing his fears and anger as you spoke of your impending death with a calm acceptance that had always made him furious. To him, it felt as though you had given up, but he knew deep down that wasn’t the case. You hadn’t wanted to waste what little time you had left fighting an unwinnable battle. Perhaps if he had truly listened, if he had embraced those fleeting moments instead of railing against them, he might have cherished your final days more deeply.

His son, too young to fully grasp the concept of death, struggled with the finality of it all. He understood that you would never return, yet accepting it was a different matter entirely. Jisung’s heart broke anew each time he saw the confusion and sorrow in his child’s eyes, a mirror of his own torment.

Holding his son tighter, Jisung wished he could find the right words to ease the pain, to make sense of a world that had suddenly lost its light. But words failed him, crumbled under the weight of their shared grief. Instead, he let the silence speak, hoping the strength of his embrace could convey the love and comfort his words could not.

The treehouse, once a symbol of their shared joy, now held their sorrow. The walls, which had echoed with laughter and dreams, now seemed to absorb their pain, standing as silent witnesses to their loss. But within this small, sacred space, surrounded by the memories of happier times, Jisung hoped they could begin to heal. He would be there for his son, a steadfast presence in the storm of their grief, guiding him through the darkness with a love that, while tested, remained unbroken.

As the last light of day faded, Jisung held his son close, both finding a semblance of solace in each other’s presence. In the quiet, grief-stricken aftermath, they began to forge a new bond, one tempered by loss but strengthened by their enduring love. And in that silent communion, Jisung found a glimmer of hope that they would eventually find their way through the darkness together.

이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK.

In a home where the relentless energy of three young girls and their single father painted every day with hues of joyous chaos, peace was a fleeting visitor. The air thrummed with the symphony of exuberant laughter, the vibrant discord of simultaneous chatter, and the relentless rhythm of youthful exuberance. Yongbok would never trade this tempestuous world for anything, yet a hollow ache lingered for the presence of the one who had been the steady heartbeat of their lives.

Your sudden departure had cast a profound shadow over their once lively abode, transforming it into a quieter realm where your laughter’s echoes were replaced by an oppressive silence. As time wove its delicate fabric over the jagged edges of grief, the house gradually adjusted to a new cadence, yet the weight of your absence hung heavy in every corner.

Despite this, Yongbok discovered fragments of you embedded within the fabric of their daily lives. He saw your essence in the selfless nurturing of his eldest daughter, who had seamlessly stepped into the role of co-caregiver. Her quiet acts of love and responsibility were a poignant echo of the devotion you had always shown, a continuation of your spirit in her every gesture.

In the middle child’s vibrant monologues about obscure topics, Yongbok glimpsed your enduring influence. Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge mirrored the intellectual curiosity you had nurtured, each passionate explanation a living testament to your legacy.

The youngest, with her mischievous gleam and boundless spirit, kept Yongbok perpetually on his toes. Her playful antics and joyful mischief were a vivid reminder of the vivacity you had infused into their home, a living echo of the light you had brought into their lives.

In the quiet moments, Yongbok could still feel your presence. The post-it notes left in his lunch bag by his eldest daughter, each inscribed with a simple message of love, were imbued with your warmth. The tender strokes of his middle daughter’s fingers through his hair during their movie nights were a silent connection to you. And in the gentle inquiries of his youngest, her head peeking around the door to ensure he was alright, he felt the deep compassion you had instilled in her.

Though you were absent from the milestones and daily rhythms, your essence lived on through them. In the small, tender acts of affection and love, you continued to be a cherished part of their lives, an enduring presence in their hearts.

김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin had been absent through the vast expanse of your pregnancy, the relentless demands of touring keeping him away. He returned just in time to witness the birth, only to be swallowed by the crushing weight of your absence. The pain of missing those precious moments with you, of not being there to share in the miracle of your last days, was a wound that never healed. This haunting regret followed him, a constant reminder of a future lost.

The day you passed, Seungmin left Stray Kids, unable to bear the weight of the stage without you by his side. He couldn’t find solace in the bright lights or the rhythms of his music. Instead, he focused on his two sons—an older one, now sixteen, and a younger one, now twelve. The older boy, once a vibrant spirit, had retreated into the shadows of his room, his once lively demeanor replaced by a sullen silence. The baseball games that had once bound them together now lay abandoned, and Seungmin, despite the storm within, knew he had to reach out.

Determined to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, Seungmin planned a day just for the two of them. He left the youngest with his closest friend, Jeongin, and took his older son out. The car ride was a quiet procession of unspoken thoughts, the weight of their shared grief hanging heavily between them. When they finally arrived at their destination, Seungmin braced himself, ready to face the tender fracture of their relationship.

It took patience, but eventually, the silence broke. The older boy revealed his feelings for a boy at school, emotions that he struggled to understand. Seungmin was taken aback, but he remained calm, his heart aching with a blend of surprise and concern. As his son’s tears fell freely, Seungmin pulled him into a tender embrace, his own heart aching with a mixture of empathy and love. He whispered reassurances into his son’s hair, promising acceptance and protection, vowing to stand by him no matter what.

The boy, still tearful but comforted, then showed Seungmin a small journal. Inside was a song he had penned, a poignant melody woven with the threads of his conflicted feelings for the boy at school. The song was hauntingly beautiful, a reflection of his son’s delicate soul and burgeoning talent. Seungmin’s heart swelled with pride and love as he listened, recognizing the echoes of his own musical spirit in his child’s creation.

As the day drew to a close, Seungmin received a snapshot from Jeongin—his youngest child, covered in dirt and beaming with the joy of a day spent playing baseball. The image was a burst of pure happiness, a vivid reminder that even amidst the sorrow, moments of light and joy persisted.

As the sun set, Seungmin felt a renewed connection with his older son, a fragile yet precious bond rekindled through their shared experiences and heartfelt conversation. Though the regret of not being there for you lingered, he found solace in the fact that he was striving to be the father you would have been proud of. In the quiet moments of the evening, he hoped, with all his heart, that wherever you were, you watched over them and felt a deep pride in the man he was becoming—a father striving to honor your memory through the love and strength he gave to your family.

양정인 ── JANG JEONGIN.

Jeongin’s youngest daughter was a restless spirit, her stubborn yet carefree nature a constant reminder of the love she once shared with you. Each burst of laughter, every defiant flicker of joy, was a living echo of your vibrant presence. In contrast, his oldest son was a mirror of Jeongin’s own meticulous nature, his life meticulously ordered, each ambition carefully planned.

Lately, Jeongin’s heart had been heavy with worry. His daughter, brimming with reckless exuberance, frequently dashed off to meet a boy Jeongin knew was unworthy. The thought of her entangled with someone without a future gnawed at him, leaving him adrift in a sea of concern. As he lay awake at night, the silence seemed to taunt him, and he often found himself wondering how you would have navigated these troubled waters if you had still been there to guide them.

One night, as the moonlight spilled softly through the window, Jeongin was wrenched from sleep by the unmistakable sound of muffled sobs. His heart raced as he followed the cries to his daughter’s room. He paused at the door, the murmur of his son’s voice cutting through the silence. The room, once a sanctuary of dreams, was now a cocoon of whispered regrets and stifled tears. His daughter’s voice wavered with the weight of her shame, confessing her feelings of foolishness for having trusted the boy. His son, with a soothing calmness that mirrored your gentle strength, reassured her that she wasn’t foolish, merely swept up in the exhilarating tide of young love. He told her she deserved better than a boy with no future, his words a soft balm to her wounded spirit.

Jeongin’s heart ached with a mixture of pride and sorrow as he heard his son’s comforting tones, the echoes of your nurturing spirit resonating in his voice. After a few moments, he gathered the courage to step into the room. His eyes were tender with understanding as he took in the scene: his daughter’s tear-streaked face, her hands buried in her lap. Her cries grew louder as she saw him, her embarrassment palpable as she shielded her face with her hands.

Jeongin knelt before her, his expression a blend of love and compassion. Gently, he reached for her hands, drawing them away from her face to hold them in his own. His touch was a lifeline, a silent promise of unwavering support.

“You told me so, I know,” she choked out, her voice a trembling whisper.

“I would never say that, my love,” Jeongin murmured, his voice rich with tenderness. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close against his chest. His gaze met his son’s, a shared understanding passing between them.

“I know it hurts,” Jeongin whispered into her hair, his voice a soothing melody against her ear, “but this isn’t the end.” His embrace was a warm cocoon, a sanctuary of love amidst the storm of her emotions. The night unfolded in a delicate tapestry of comfort and hope, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together, even in the quiet absence of your guiding presence.

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

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A──AFTERCARE ⋆ ★ what he’s like after sex

During aftercare, Seonghwa's attention is nothing short of meticulous. His touch is gentle yet purposeful, an intricate dance of care and tenderness. As a switch, his nature is one of balance; the one who held the reins of dominance must now be the nurturing force. This dynamic, for him, is both a necessity and a cherished ritual.

When Seonghwa is in the submissive role, he transforms into a portrait of neediness, craving affection with an almost palpable urgency. His voice, soft and pleading, seeks endless validation through praises and intimate cuddles. He clings with a fervor that speaks volumes of his vulnerability, basking in the warmth of your attention.

Conversely, when the roles are reversed and it's you who finds yourself in need, Seonghwa becomes an impeccable caretaker. His devotion is expressed through thoughtful acts: he delicately cleans you, his touch light as a feather; he offers words of praise that flutter like butterflies around your senses; and he presents you with a glass of water, the cool liquid a soothing balm. Whatever you desire, however small or grand, he ensures that you want for nothing.

B──BODY PART ⋆ ★ his favorite body part of yours

Seonghwa’s adoration is fixated on one particular part of you: your eyes. It might sound like a well-worn cliché, but for him, it transcends mere sentiment. Your eyes are a window to your soul, capturing and reflecting every fleeting emotion with crystalline clarity.

There is an entrancing quality to them that captivates him entirely. When he teases you, he watches as your eyes silently plead, the unspoken desire shimmering within their depths. Each glance and subtle shift tells a story, one that he finds irresistibly compelling. And when the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, he is mesmerized by the way your eyes flutter and roll back, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Seonghwa finds himself lost in their gaze, captivated by the intimate revelations they offer. He could lose himself in their depths, watching endlessly as they dance through a spectrum of emotions, each moment more enchanting than the last. For him, your eyes are an endless source of fascination, a mesmerizing mirror reflecting the essence of your being.

C ──CUM ⋆ ★ anything to do with cum, basically

Seonghwa cherishes the sublime moment of climax with a profound intensity. For him, the most exhilarating part is the euphoric build-up that overtakes him. Just before he reaches the peak, a wave of ecstatic tension envelops him, making every muscle in his body quiver in anticipation. This crescendo of sensation is a mesmerizing dance of pleasure, as he trembles on the brink of release, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy that wash over him.

When it is you who reaches the pinnacle of pleasure, Seonghwa finds immense joy in observing your response. He is captivated by the subtle, yet profoundly beautiful, aftershocks that ripple through your body. Each shiver and convulsion is a testament to the intensity of your experience, a visual symphony of your journey through bliss. As you ride the final waves of your climax, your body moves with a delicate, almost ethereal grace, and he revels in the sight of your ecstatic surrender, marveling at the way your pleasure unfolds and gradually recedes.

D ──DIRTY SECRET ⋆ ★ a dirty secret of his

Seonghwa is a man of remarkable openness when it comes to his desires and fantasies. He carries no hidden or "dirty secrets," instead embracing a refreshing transparency in his desires. Anything that piques his interest or stirs his passions is shared with you without reservation.

His confidence in your understanding and acceptance is unwavering. He knows that within the safe confines of your relationship, there is no room for judgment. This trust allows him to express his deepest curiosities and turn-ons with complete freedom. His willingness to communicate his wants reflects a profound respect for your bond, and an acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding that exists between you.

E ──EXPERIENCED ⋆ ★ how experienced was he before you?

Before you entered his life, Seonghwa’s experiences in intimacy were confined to the realm of conventional, vanilla encounters. His past was marked by encounters that, while fulfilling on the surface, adhered strictly to the norms of traditional passion. These experiences, though genuine, lacked the depth and exploration that he now cherishes.

It wasn't until you came into his life that the landscape of his sexuality began to shift profoundly. The intimacy between you both transcended the ordinary, venturing into realms of raw and exhilarating exploration. Your encounters, marked by a roughness that both shocked and thrilled him, redefined his understanding of physical connection. The dynamic you shared opened his eyes to a world of sensuality that was far more intricate and multifaceted than he had ever imagined.

In your presence, Seonghwa discovered a new dimension of pleasure and intimacy. He often reflects on this transformation with a sense of awe, even jestingly claiming that you bestowed upon him what he refers to as his "second virginity." This phrase captures the profound impact you’ve had, as if your shared experiences had allowed him to rediscover and reinvent his sense of sensuality from the ground up.

F ──FAVORITE POSITION ⋆ ★ self-explanatory

Seonghwa revels in the intimacy of spooning during sex, a position that melds closeness with a serene, unhurried pace. This tender embrace allows for a deeply connected experience, where the gentle, rhythmic movements foster prolonged pleasure. As you both settle into this position, his hands are free to roam and explore, caressing and teasing with a sensitivity that enhances the romantic atmosphere. The shared warmth and proximity make this position a perfect canvas for his appreciation of romance and affection.

When the two of you are not curled up together, Seonghwa finds great pleasure in the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions. These arrangements present him with a captivating view of your reactions, intensifying the visual and emotional connection between you. In these positions, he can control the rhythm and depth of each movement, savoring every nuance of sensation. Additionally, the opportunity to admire the sight of you in matching lingerie or other alluring visual details adds an extra layer of stimulation and delight to the experience.

G ──GOOFY ⋆ ★ is he serious or goofy?

Seonghwa possesses a demeanor of solemnity, his presence often marked by a serious and composed exterior. Yet, amid the fervor of passion, there exists a charmingly humorous side to his otherwise reserved nature. In the heat of the moment, the intensity of your connection sometimes gives way to an endearing clumsiness.

In these moments, the room is charged with a palpable energy, where the fervor of your shared desire occasionally leads to inadvertent mishaps. Perhaps a tangled leg or a misstep causes the both of you to stumble, breaking the rhythm of your intimate dance. Despite the initial surprise, the atmosphere quickly softens. You exchange quick, silent glances, each of you assessing the other for any signs of discomfort. 

Then, as if on cue, the tension dissolves into laughter. The giggles that erupt between you are spontaneous and infectious, a delightful interlude that momentarily replaces the intense passion with pure, unadulterated joy. The laughter lingers in the air as you both regain your composure, your connection undiminished by the playful stumble. With renewed smiles and a shared sense of amusement, you seamlessly slip back into the rhythm of your intimacy, the light-heartedness only deepening the bond between you. 

H ──HAIR ⋆ ★ how well-groomed is he?

Among all the members, he stands out for his meticulous attention to cleanliness. His grooming habits reflect a level of care that borders on perfectionism. Down there, he is as smooth as a baby's skin, a testament to his dedication to personal upkeep. 

This meticulousness is partly driven by his penchant for wearing lingerie, where he feels that a hair-free look enhances his aesthetic. His confidence extends to his physical appearance, as he takes pride in showcasing a particularly well-endowed and visually appealing aspect of himself. His smoothness, therefore, is not just a matter of preference but a deliberate choice to accentuate his natural beauty and enhance his overall presentation.

Despite his preference for a sleek appearance, he also harbors an appreciation for the allure of a well-groomed bush. It’s a contrast that underscores his nuanced tastes, revealing a deep respect for both pristine elegance and the classic appeal of natural beauty. 

I ──INTIMACY ⋆ ★ the romantic aspect of sex

For Seonghwa, the essence of romance in intimacy is deeply intertwined with the trust you both share. This trust, built on mutual understanding and respect, transforms each encounter into a profound expression of connection. The way you rely on each other during these moments is where he finds the true beauty of your bond.

Yet, this does not imply that he is incapable of appreciating the gentler side of intimacy. Occasionally, he finds immense beauty in the simplicity of slow, vanilla sex—a tender exploration of togetherness that emphasizes the joy of simply being with you. For him, these moments of unadorned affection hold their own special charm, celebrating the profound beauty of your relationship in its most straightforward form.

J ──JACK OFF ⋆ ★ masturbation

Seonghwa reserves his solo moments of indulgence primarily for when he’s on tour. During these times, he makes a ritual out of it, capturing the experience on film with a meticulous care. He sends these recordings to you, turning his private moments into a shared pleasure, a way to keep the connection between you alive even when distance separates you.

He derives a particular thrill from edging himself, drawing out his own pleasure in a manner reminiscent of the way you tease him. The deliberate delay of gratification adds a layer of intensity to his experience, reflecting his deep appreciation for the art of anticipation. Each moment of self-restraint is an intimate tribute to the way you both savor and extend pleasure, keeping the bond between you both alive and vibrant. 

K ──KINK ⋆ ★ one or more kinks he’d have

Each time you call him “mommy,” he struggles to contain the overwhelming rush of arousal it provokes. The sound of the word alone drives him to the edge of sanity, his restraint faltering as he fights against the tide of his own pleasure. In moments of intense desire, he might even humorously refer to himself as “mommy,” a playful nod to the potent effect your words have on him.

Seonghwa is also deeply enthralled by the complexities of dominance and submission. His fascination with these dynamics is reflected in his diligent research, where he eagerly explores various aspects of the interplay between control and surrender. He frequently shares intriguing articles and ideas with you, each link a glimpse into his desire to experiment and expand your mutual experiences.

The intense trust forged through these moments of passionate, almost sadistic encounters is something Seonghwa cherishes deeply. Wrapped in the raw energy of your interactions, the bond between you strengthens, flourishing within the confines of aggressive play. For him, this trust is not just a foundation but a source of profound connection and gratification.

As a switch, Seonghwa exemplifies the fluidity between dominance and submission with remarkable ease. While he is equally content in either role, he often gravitates towards the dominant side. His ability to navigate both roles seamlessly underscores his versatility and deep-seated passion, ensuring that every experience is both dynamic and fulfilling.

L ──LOCATION ⋆ ★ favorite places to fuck

Though it may seem modest, Seonghwa finds a profound sense of comfort in the familiar confines of either your room or his own when it comes to intimacy. He is not one to seek out the thrill of adventurous locations; instead, he values the serene and secure environment that these private spaces offer.

To him, the intimacy of these familiar surroundings is essential, especially when the dynamic calls for one of you to embrace a submissive role. The reassuring presence of well-known settings provides a grounding force, allowing for a deeper connection and a sense of safety. In these cherished spaces, both of you can fully immerse yourselves in the moment, free from the distractions of the outside world.

M ──MOTIVATION ⋆ ★ what turns him on?

Seonghwa finds an exquisite thrill in the elegance of matching lingerie, a source of unparalleled excitement for him. He adores slipping into these delicate garments himself, often complemented by flowing, elegant robes that enhance the allure of his attire. The refined textures and intricate designs captivate him, transforming his personal experience into a celebration of sensuality and sophistication.

However, his passion reaches new heights when you join him in this indulgence. If you wear matching lingerie, but in a contrasting color, the sight alone could drive him to the brink of ecstasy. The visual symmetry, coupled with the playful contrast, ignites a fervent desire within him. The mere image of you both adorned in such exquisite lingerie, yet diverging in hues, creates an intoxicating blend of harmony and contrast that drives him to the edge of his passions. 

N ──NO ⋆ ★ his turn-offs

Despite his deep affection for BDSM, Seonghwa’s response to seeing you in distress is immediate and heartfelt. Even if you haven’t uttered the safe word, the sight of tears welling up in your eyes sends a ripple of anxiety through him. His devotion to your well-being overrides any desire for continued play.

As soon as he detects the first glimmer of tears, Seonghwa instinctively halts all activity. His focus shifts entirely to your emotional state, his concern evident in his every gesture. He approaches you with a gentle urgency, offering a moment of respite and a soothing presence designed to help you regain your composure.

He gives you the space to calm down, his attentiveness unwavering. Only when you’re ready and have assured him that you wish to continue does he cautiously resume. His care and consideration ensure that each step forward is guided by your comfort and safety, underscoring his deep respect and affection for you.

O ──ORAL ⋆ ★ giving or receiving?

Seonghwa holds a profound appreciation for the art of oral pleasure, whether he is the one giving or receiving. To him, this act transcends the physicality of penetration, embodying a level of intimacy that is both deeply personal and exquisitely intimate.

The sensation of having his lover’s aroused form graced by his mouth is a profoundly tantalizing experience. The act of enveloping and being enveloped in this way creates a delicate dance of desire, where each touch and caress becomes an expression of profound connection. This intimacy, characterized by its closeness and the nuanced interplay of pleasure, is a beautiful exploration of mutual arousal that elevates the act to a realm of its own, marked by a tender, almost reverent allure. 

P ──PACE ⋆ ★ fast and rough or slow and sensual?

Seonghwa’s approach to intimacy is intricately attuned to the mood of the evening. The rhythm and intensity of his touch are shaped by the theme of the night, each encounter reflecting the depth of his connection with you.

When he returns from a tour, having been away from the comforting embrace of your presence, he delights in taking his time with you. These moments are slow and languid, filled with a deep, sensual exploration that allows him to savor every nuance of your erotic sounds. He treasures this time, each moan and sigh a sweet reminder of the intimate bond you share.

Yet, there are occasions when his desire overtakes his patience. Even in these instances, where urgency drives him, he remains committed to a substantial period of foreplay, never skimping on the necessary build-up. His passion ensures that even in moments of heightened eagerness, there is still a generous thirty minutes dedicated to the art of seduction, each touch and caress meticulously designed to heighten the anticipation and pleasure. 

Q ──QUICKIE ⋆ ★ yes or no?

Seonghwa is far from one to indulge in fleeting encounters; he treasures the art of making every moment count. The concept of a quickie holds little appeal for him. Instead, he revels in the slow, deliberate exploration of intimacy, savoring each nuance of the experience.

Foreplay, for him, is an essential and cherished prelude. He delights in the intricate dance of seduction that unfolds long before the physical act itself. The act of making out, with its tender, lingering kisses and the gradual unbuttoning of clothes, captivates him. Each touch and caress is a prelude to deeper connection, a way to savor the closeness and build anticipation.

The process of undressing one another is a ritual of its own, a sensual act of intimacy where every button and zipper becomes an opportunity to explore and adore. For Seonghwa, the journey leading up to sex is as precious as the act itself, and he finds immense pleasure in the slow, passionate build-up that enhances the depth of your shared connection. 

R ──RISK ⋆ ★ down for risky sex?

Seonghwa's approach to intimacy is deeply rooted in romance, seeing it as a canvas upon which he paints both passion and tenderness. His appreciation for the emotional connection in sex is profound, and he often seeks to blend the elements of pleasure and pain in a way that enhances the romantic experience rather than detracting from it.

In his exploration of sensuality, he embraces the nuances of incorporating pain, yet he does so with a careful and measured touch. This integration of pain is never excessive or dangerous; instead, it is artfully balanced to intensify the overall experience while maintaining a sense of safety and care. Each sensation is meticulously calibrated to ensure that it enriches the emotional and physical connection, rather than overshadowing it. His aim is to enhance the romantic aspect of intimacy, creating a space where pleasure and pain coexist harmoniously, always respecting the boundaries of comfort and safety. 

S ──STAMINA ⋆ ★ all night or minute man?

Seonghwa’s experiences of climax are often swift and intense, marked by a rapid crescendo that leaves him breathless. Yet, his passion is not confined to a single moment; he possesses an extraordinary stamina that allows him to engage in multiple rounds, extending the pleasure over hours of unrelenting intensity.

He delights in the art of overstimulation, pushing the boundaries of his own endurance with a fervent curiosity. Each round is an exploration of limits, where he tests just how much sensation he can savor before reaching the brink. This relentless pursuit of pleasure transforms each encounter into a prolonged symphony of ecstasy, where his ability to endure and delight in continuous stimulation becomes a testament to his passion and resilience. 

T ──TOYS ⋆ ★ on you? himself? not at all?

Incorporating toys into your intimate moments brings an exhilarating dimension to your experiences. When you use toys on him, he is equally eager to reciprocate, exploring the realms of pleasure with the same enthusiasm. The presence of these toys transforms your encounters into a playground of sensory exploration and mutual delight.

The interplay of these toys becomes particularly thrilling when one of you is pushed to the brink of pleasure. The teasing edge of anticipation and the heightened sensations of overstimulation create a captivating dynamic. As you both navigate the shifting tides of arousal, the toys become instruments of both pleasure and connection, intensifying the shared experience and deepening the bond between you.

U ──UNFAIR ⋆ ★ is he a tease?

Seonghwa embodies the essence of a tantalizing tease. His playful nature shines through in his interactions, especially when it comes to the art of seduction. He has a particular fondness for toys, viewing them not merely as instruments of pleasure but as tools for both torment and intrigue.

For him, these toys are designed to push boundaries, to tease and tantalize with a precise, calculated touch. However, his preference leans decidedly towards overstimulation rather than prolonged teasing. His impatience for the drawn-out dance of anticipation often leads him to favor the more intense, immediate gratification of overstimulation. The crescendo of heightened pleasure, in his view, far outweighs the subtler, more patient game of tease. 

V ──VOLUME ⋆ ★ what he sounds like

Seonghwa’s responses during moments of intimacy are often marked by a subtle elegance rather than overt noise. His pleasure is usually conveyed through soft, breathy sighs and the occasional gasps, each sound a delicate whisper of his sensations. This muted expression of enjoyment adds a layer of intimacy, creating a quiet yet profound connection between you.

However, on those rare occasions when his pleasure overwhelms him, his sounds shift to a more surprising register. His moans and cries become unexpectedly high-pitched, breaking through his usual reserve with a surprising intensity. These moments of vocal revelation are fleeting yet intense, offering a glimpse into the depth of his arousal and the delicate balance between his restrained demeanor and his more unguarded responses. 

W ──WILD CARD ⋆ ★ random headcanon

Seonghwa finds a profound allure in the intimate art of shibari, a practice that weaves together both physical and emotional connection in an exquisite dance. The act of binding each other with intricately colored ropes becomes a ritual of both elegance and intensity, where every knot and loop is imbued with deep significance.

As the ropes weave around your bodies, there is an added layer of intimacy in the tender whispers of praise and soft, lingering kisses that accompany each touch. This delicate interplay of sensation and affection transforms the experience into something profoundly special. The act of shibari doesn’t necessarily culminate in sex; sometimes, the shared ritual of creating these beautiful bonds and savoring the moment together is a reward in itself. The experience becomes a celebration of closeness and trust, where the beauty of the act and the connection it fosters are cherished above all else. 

X ──X-RAY ⋆ ★ what’s under his clothes?

Seonghwa’s skin is a stunning tapestry of smooth, sun-kissed tan, exuding a radiant warmth that highlights the elegance of his physique. His muscles are meticulously toned, embodying a sleek, lean grace that eschews the more defined abs for a subtler, refined strength. 

His length is equally captivating, possessing a pleasingly average size that is generously thick. The veins that sinuously wind along its surface create an intricate and alluring pattern, adding a touch of natural artistry to his form. The tip, a delicate shade of pink, stands out as a beautiful contrast, completing the picture with its understated, yet striking elegance. 

Y ──YEARNING ⋆ ★ how high is his sex drive?

Given the intense demands of BDSM, Seonghwa understands the importance of balance. His approach to intimacy reflects a deep respect for the physical and emotional toll it can take on both of you. While your time together is filled with exhilarating and profoundly intimate moments, he is not driven by a constant craving for more. 

Sex with you is an experience of great pleasure and connection, yet it is not an everyday affair. Seonghwa recognizes that the richness of your encounters is enhanced by allowing time for recovery and reflection. This mindful approach ensures that each experience remains as fulfilling and intense as the last, preserving the integrity of your bond and the depth of your connection. 

Taking time to recuperate between sessions is not merely a practical necessity but a cherished part of your shared journey. It allows both of you to savor the afterglow, to reconnect on a deeper level, and to approach each new encounter with renewed energy and enthusiasm.

Z ──ZZZ ⋆ ★ how quickly does he fall asleep after?

Seonghwa’s devotion extends beyond the moments of passion, reaching into the tender aftercare that follows. His commitment to your well-being is unwavering; he insists on staying awake until you do. Whether you wish to linger a bit longer, basking in the warmth of conversation and gentle cuddles, he is more than willing to oblige. His presence remains a comforting constant, a reassurance that you are not alone.

When you eventually drift into slumber, he remains by your side, his touch soft and tender. If you fall asleep swiftly, he gently nuzzles up to you, finding solace in your proximity as he too succumbs to the embrace of sleep. For Seonghwa, this post-intimacy closeness is an integral part of his aftercare routine. 

He cannot bring himself to rest until he is certain you are completely settled and serene. His need to ensure your comfort and safety outweighs his own fatigue, highlighting his deep care and attentiveness. Only when he is assured that you are peacefully asleep does he allow himself the luxury of rest, his love and concern wrapped around you like a protective embrace.

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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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