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Ty for finding me and reaching out! Excited for your Jooyeon FF!

Could I get a cute O.de drabble where you tell him how proud you are of him working out?? 🥰🥰

OMG YESSS THIS IS SO CUTE!

You're my first ask and ily, andI've been working diligently on that joo ff 🤭

I hope you like it!!

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He'd be all sweaty and get home just to have you jump into his arms, and he LOVES it. Every time he gets home from anywhere, the first thing he gets is a good tackle hug.

"I'm all sweaty babe," he'd laugh. Both of you know by now that it doesn't bother you and you're mainly focused on him being home with you again. After the long hug, you take a step back and admire him from top to bottom.

"Before you say it, yes, I love what I see." You run your arms down his muscular and toned arms and he smiles at you.

"How'd you know id say that?" He laughs.

"You say it anytime I check you out," you look into his eyes, your gazes are locked with love and admiration for each other. You swear you can feel your souls intertwined with one another's.

"I'm proud of you, ya know?" This, despite all of your other flirty comments, makes him blush and look away. His face is flushed red, and he smiles wide and bright.

"You are?" He asks, looking for confirmation.

"Very, your discipline is so admirable." You continue to praise him and his heart flutters. He can tolerate flirting, but what you're giving him now is so validating and makes him feel so secure.

"Go get ready. We're going out for dinner." He playfully instructs you and you listen. He smiles the entire time he picks out his clothes and goes to get in the shower to prepare for your spontaneous date.

Yall I'm so sorry I was gonna work on dhiw but my man

Him and seungmin are gonna be the death of me

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕

𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 (𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪) -λζπΨ - ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖.

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕/𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝. 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤. 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟 - 𝕊𝕖𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙.

𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 - ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖.

ℍ𝕒𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜, 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡, 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥. ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟.

𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟.

𝕜𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝔼𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕄𝕀ℕ - 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕛𝕖𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠.

𝕀.ℕ - 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕀.ℕ 𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 “𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 “𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪” 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕀ℕ 𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪.

𝔾𝕠𝕠 𝔾𝕦𝕟 𝕀𝕝 - 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕔𝕜. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟‘𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕝, 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪.

𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕊𝕌 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

𝕂𝕎𝔸𝕂 𝔾𝔸𝕆ℕ - 𝕂𝕨𝕒𝕜 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝔾𝕒𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔾𝕒𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕆𝕕.𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖(𝕆𝕕.𝕖) 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕆𝕕.𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝕠.𝕕𝕖 - 𝕆𝕙 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕆.𝕕𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕆.𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣.

𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕣. 𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖.

𝕁𝕆𝕆𝕐𝔼𝕆ℕ - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠.

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟛 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟚 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟝 𝕡𝕥.𝟚 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕡𝕥.𝟙 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟞

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟝 𝕡𝕥.𝟚 : 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

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@conwunder

afjdkgnxhrgvxh i will never get over how good your writing is!!! and I definitely did not expect you to do both requests!!!

i also love all of the heroes, at this point i might as well ask for a fic for the rest of them… it could even be an ot6 fic if you like (but only if you’re comfortable and have the physical and mental capacity to do that, if not no worries!!)

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HI 🍀!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! Whenever I get more than one request in one message (or by the same person, for that matter), I always try to complete all of them if I can. I just don't like the feeling of doing things halfway. So, here you go!

Oh, I'd be so down to write for all of the members! For that, however, I might need a little more details on what you want for each of them. So if you can give me that, I'll be more than happy to get to work! (Just an FYI, if you request a threesome, I'd be down to write that as well if that's your cup of tea ── but I will only do it if it's just two members + reader; any more than that becomes overwhelming and difficult to write properly).

Also, a little tip! Since you're asking for OT6, I might take a little bit longer than I have so far. BUT! If you send me each member individually or send two or three per request, I might get around to writing them faster. It'll also help me with not posting six fics at the same time, or having them posted one per day since it can make my blog a little cluttered. If you can do any of these, I would really appreciate it!

Again, thank you so much for the support! Your requests genuinely make me so happy since they really allow me to indulge in writing pieces for our Heroes!!

─── ⋆⋅☆ CURIOUS PLEASURES ( xdinary heroes )

❛ Seungmin, intrigued yet apprehensive, tentatively asks you to explore new sexual experiences together after hearing about his coworkers' preferences.

𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.9k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 15 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ It took me a second to write this because I wasn't sure of how to start it, but I did it! This was requested by the amazing🍀 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, anal fingering (male receiving), blowjob, use of a vibrator, handjob, mentions of watching porn, established relationship, Non-Idol AU, let me know if I missed anything!

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

As you leave your boyfriend’s workplace, Seungmin reaches for your hand. His touch is warm and familiar, grounding you in the present moment. The late afternoon sun dips low in the sky, casting elongated shadows along the sidewalk, and the two of you naturally fall into a comfortable rhythm, your steps matching as you head toward your usual spot—a quaint little ice cream shop a few blocks away. The conversation between you is light at first, filled with the small moments of your day, the kinds of things you always share during these evening walks. You notice that Seungmin seems a bit distant, his gaze unfocused as if he's lost in thought, but you decide not to press him, trusting that he’ll share what’s on his mind when he’s ready.  

When you reach the shop, the bell above the door chimes softly, its gentle sound blending with the soft murmur of conversations inside. You both head to the counter, Seungmin ordering his favorite flavor with a hint of his usual smile, and you choose yours. Finding a cozy booth near the window, you settle in, the sun’s golden rays filtering through the glass, casting a warm glow that dances across Seungmin’s cheeks, highlighting the soft flush that lingers there. As you sit across from him, you can't help but notice the subtle tension still lingering in his posture. He’s fidgety, his spoon stirring his ice cream more than he’s eating it. 

“What’s on your mind?” you ask after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You take a slow spoonful of your ice cream, eyes focused on him. You've learned to recognize the signs—the way his lips are slightly pursed, how his eyes dart around as if searching for the right words. 

Seungmin hesitates, his gaze flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to his bowl. “So, um, today at the shop, Hyeongjun and Jungsu were talking about... something,” he says, his voice quieter than usual, almost shy. 

You raise a curious eyebrow, leaning in a bit closer. “Yeah? What were they talking about?”

His cheeks flush a soft pink, and he looks down, his spoon making small, aimless circles in his bowl as if he’s debating whether to continue or let the subject drop. After a few seconds of silence, he sighs softly, a bit of resolve settling in his eyes. “They were talking about... well, how they sometimes like it when their partners take control. You know, like being the one who... takes the lead in bed.” 

You blink, a bit surprised by the sudden turn into more intimate territory, but you feel a smile tugging at your lips. There’s something incredibly endearing about how he fumbles for the right words, his shyness evident in the way his cheeks redden further. “Really? And what did you think about that?” you ask gently, your tone encouraging as you watch his expression closely, trying to gauge his thoughts.

He shifts in his seat, clearly feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. “I... I don’t know. I mean, I guess I never really thought about it as an option.” His voice drops even lower as he glances around the mostly empty ice cream shop, making sure no one is close enough to overhear. Then, he leans in closer, his face so near to yours that your breaths mingle, and you feel a slight shiver run through you. “They mentioned something about, um, using a strap and, well... it sounded kind of interesting.” His words come out in a whisper, his vulnerability palpable. 

For a moment, you’re caught off guard by his confession, but a soft smile forms on your lips. There's a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of the conversation, a thrill that sends a warm flutter through your veins. “If it’s something you’re curious about, we can definitely try it whenever you want,” you reply, your voice gentle and reassuring. “I’d be more than happy to explore that with you.” You want him to know there’s no pressure, only a safe space to share and explore whatever he’s comfortable with.

Seungmin's eyes widen slightly, and his cheeks deepen to a lovely shade of crimson. His gaze drops back to his slowly melting ice cream, and he murmurs, “Really? You’d be okay with something like that? You don’t think it’s too... weird?”

Your smile softens into something more earnest as you reach across the table, placing your hand over his. “Of course, I’d love to try it out with you, my love. You should always know that I want to make you feel good. If that means stepping out of our comfort zones, then I’m always open to at least discussing it. We can start slow, see how it feels for both of us, okay?” 

Seungmin nods, his expression a beautiful mix of relief, nerves, and budding excitement. There’s a lightness to his eyes now, a sense of comfort and trust that wasn’t there before. The rest of your ice cream date continues with a more playful energy, the earlier tension melting away like the last bit of ice cream in your bowls.

As you walk home together, hand in hand, you sense a shift in the air—a quiet, almost electric anticipation that seems to vibrate between you. The evening light fades, casting soft shadows along the pavement, and the rhythm of your footsteps is steady yet filled with a subtle tension. Your mind swirls with a whirlwind of possibilities, considering all the ways you could begin this new and intimate journey of taking control with Seungmin in the bedroom. However, you quickly realize that, despite the rush of ideas, you don’t have the faintest clue where to start or what to do. A small comfort comes from the fact that this is as new for him as it is for you. Whatever happens next will be a learning experience for both of you—a shared exploration of uncharted territory.  

When you finally reach your shared apartment, Seungmin releases a deep breath, the kind that seems to settle from somewhere deep inside, as the two of you kick off your shoes at the entrance and shrug out of your thin jackets. His expression is distant, clearly still mulling over the conversation from the ice cream shop. You decide to give him space to gather his thoughts and head to the small kitchen, opening the fridge to retrieve a cold bottle of water to soothe your dry throat. The coolness of the bottle against your skin feels grounding, a sharp contrast to the heat building within you.  

Seungmin has followed you quietly, his presence a gentle shadow behind you. When you offer him the bottle, he takes a generous swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Then, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with a tentative courage: "I think I'd like to try... starting small. If that's okay."  

His words send a quickening pulse through your veins, your heartbeat drumming a little faster as it dawns on you that Seungmin is eager to explore this newfound curiosity much sooner than you had anticipated. You offer him a reassuring smile, finishing the last of the water before tossing the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Gently, you take his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you lead him toward your shared bedroom. "We can definitely start with something simple," you say softly, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the apartment. "And we'll only go as far as you’re comfortable with."  

You turn to face him, your gaze soft but sensual, hoping to ease his nerves. Your hand comes to rest over his chest, where you can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. You’re about to guide him back toward the bed, a gentle pressure on his chest to encourage him to sit, but his eyes suddenly widen, and a flicker of panic crosses his face. He steps back quickly, his breath shaky, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, telling crimson.  

"Uh, I'm sorry—I just remembered something that the guys told me I had to do before doing any of this... Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower?" he asks, his words tumbling out in a rush. His eyes avoid yours, and you can see the embarrassment and nerves written all over his expression.

You can't help but furrow your brows, confusion evident as you tilt your head slightly to the side. Still, you nod silently, giving him the space he needs. Seungmin’s sudden sprint toward the bathroom would have been comical if it weren’t for the knot of anxiety and mild bewilderment tightening in your stomach. The bathroom is just down the short hallway, right next to the bedroom, and you hear the door close behind him, followed by the faint sound of water rushing through the pipes.  

With a soft sigh, you sit on the edge of your shared bed, feeling the anticipation build anew. Slipping your phone from the back pocket of your work pants, you decide to make use of the unexpected time alone. You navigate the internet with a mix of anxious curiosity and burgeoning excitement, searching for any ideas or suggestions on how to approach this new dynamic between you and Seungmin.  

Your eyes skim through informative websites and, eventually, a few more porn videos, your breath growing a little heavier as you delve deeper. With each click, each new insight, a slow, simmering arousal builds within you, blending with the thrill of the unknown. You can’t help but wonder why neither of you had brought up this possibility sooner, feeling the thrill of finally stepping into this unspoken desire for the first time. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine the possibilities, your mind already spinning with thoughts of how you’ll guide Seungmin through this first experience, both of you ready to explore and discover together.

You're lounging on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless pages of information when the gentle patter of water from the bathroom reaches your ears. It’s a soothing, rhythmic sound, one that fills the room with a sense of calm anticipation. A few moments later, the door creaks open, and Seungmin steps out, the steam curling around him like a fine mist. A towel is wrapped snugly around his waist, clinging to his hips, while his hair, still damp from the shower, clings in soft, tousled strands that curl at the ends. Droplets of water trail from his dark locks, gliding down the curve of his neck and catching the soft light, leaving a shimmering trail along his freshly washed skin. His whole body seems to glisten, a fresh sheen of water still lingering on his toned form.  

He pauses in the doorway of your shared bedroom, a mix of nerves and excitement painting his cheeks with a rosy flush. There’s a sheepish yet giddy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and his eyes—wide, filled with an intriguing blend of trepidation and thrill—lock onto yours. His gaze is magnetic, pulling you in, and you can't help but return his smile, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and newfound confidence, now bolstered by the things you'd just learned online. You notice the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the towel around his waist swaying slightly with the movement. There’s a playful unease in his posture—a hesitancy tempered with the eager curiosity of diving into something new and unknown.

Setting your phone aside, you rise from your spot at the edge of the bed, your eyes never leaving his. You close the short distance between you, a silent promise written in the intensity of your gaze. When you reach him, your hands find his, and you pull him into a deep, passionately reassuring kiss. He responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that matches your own. As you gently nip at his bottom lip, a silent plea for more, he lets out a soft whimper that sends a rush of arousal through you. His lips part willingly, and you waste no time, your tongue slipping into his mouth, tangling with his in an intimate dance that deepens with every second.  

Without breaking the heated exchange, you guide him back toward the bed. His steps are tentative at first, but he quickly catches on, and you coax him down to sit where you had been moments before, right on the edge of the bed. As he takes his seat, you lower yourself onto your knees between his legs, using his knees to steady yourself. Only then do you break the kiss, pulling back just enough to search his eyes. You look for any signs of hesitation, of discomfort, but all you find is a new glint—a desperate need that you’ve never seen in him before.  

Unable to resist the pull of his swollen lips, you lean in and press a fleeting, tender kiss there, your lips lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. Then, you begin a slow, deliberate trail down his jawline, your lips grazing his skin in soft, teasing pecks that send shivers rippling through him. His breath catches, and when you reach his collarbones, you pause, knowing just how sensitive he is in that spot. The response is instant and intense; his hand tangles in your hair with a grip that borders on painful but stings in a way that’s oddly thrilling, while his other hand cups the back of your head, trying to pull you even closer, as if he can’t get enough.  

It takes a moment for you to remember that tonight, the power is yours. With a sly smile, you pull back from his collarbone, leaving him breathless, his eyes half-lidded with desire. His pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, and a delicious sense of control surges through you. Moving with deliberate slowness, you reach down and take hold of both his wrists, guiding them to rest on either side of him on the bed. Seungmin’s eyes are glazed with lust, his chest still heaving, but he obeys, keeping his hands where you’ve placed them, though his fingers twitch with the instinctive urge to reach for you.  

There’s a delicious tension in the air—a fine line between his restraint and his yearning. His struggle to maintain control only heightens the atmosphere, and your smirk deepens as you lean back in, brushing your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin as you whisper, “Tonight, you’re mine.” The words seem to electrify him, a soft gasp escaping his lips, and you can feel the thrill of anticipation building between you, ready to explode into something neither of you will soon forget.

Your tongue trails a slow, languid path down his chest and along his torso, leaving a glistening trail in its wake as you maintain a steady, lustful gaze on his face. His breath comes in soft, trembling pants, his chest rising and falling with each exhale. You relish in the way his eyes, half-lidded with desire, meet yours—a silent plea hidden within their depths. As you descend lower, you notice that the towel he'd wrapped around his waist after his shower has unraveled at some point, revealing the sight of his beautifully hard cock, already leaking with desperate arousal. The sight makes your own pulse quicken, and you waste no time in indulging him further.

You start with a classic approach, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around his tip, savoring the salty taste of him as you listen to the soft, needy sounds that escape his lips. His breath hitches sharply as you take him deeper, letting the heat of your mouth wrap around him. His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles whitening with the strain, and you can feel the way his hips fight to stay still beneath you, each twitch betraying his desire. Your pace is slow and deliberate, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the overwhelming sensation of your mouth, your hands, and the rhythmic undulation of your movements. His breathing grows uneven, each inhale shaky and filled with anticipation.

When you finally pull away, you revel in the sight before you: his cheeks flushed a deep pink, his lips parted as he pants for breath, and his eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure. "I want to try something," you murmur softly, your voice low and teasing as you reach into the nearby drawer. His gaze follows your movements, widening slightly when he sees what you've retrieved—a small, sleek vibrator, the soft hum of it filling the room as you switch it to its lowest setting. There’s a flicker of curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension in his expression, his eyes darting between the toy and your face. "Just relax," you whisper reassuringly, your tone a soothing balm against the charged atmosphere. 

You begin by teasing the vibrator along his length, pressing it gently against his shaft while continuing your ministrations with your mouth. His reaction is immediate and electrifying—his hips jerk slightly, and a sharp intake of breath escapes him, his voice caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp. It's clear he's never felt anything like this before, evident in the way his cock continues to leak, a steady stream of arousal that makes your own excitement build. You keep your movements steady and methodical, letting the vibrator explore all the sensitive spots along his cock, each touch drawing shivers and jerks from his body. A proud grin tugs at your lips as you watch his responses, the way his brows knit together, and his lips part to release soft, breathless moans.

As his pleasure builds, you decide to take things a step further. You move lower, cradling his balls in one hand—now drenched in a mix of his arousal and your saliva—while keeping the vibrator pressed against him with the other. He lets out a slightly high-pitched moan of surprise, his brows furrowing even tighter as his face contorts in sheer pleasure. "Does this feel good?" you ask softly, your voice a soothing caress as you watch his face closely for any sign of discomfort. He nods quickly, his voice catching in his throat as he manages a strained, "Y-yeah... feels really good." 

Encouraged by his response, you continue, your fingers gradually slipping lower to tease along his entrance. His breath hitches again, but this time there's an eager undertone, a breathless anticipation evident in the way he instinctively pushes his hips forward, silently begging for more. With a soft chuckle, you decide to tease him a little further. You make a show of spitting a generous amount of saliva onto your index finger, letting it drip and glisten in the dim light before applying gentle pressure, just the tip at first. He moans softly, his body tensing, his upper lip curling up in slight discomfort before he begins to relax. He leans back onto his forearms against the bed, and you take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his cock once more.

You take your time, keeping your finger still at first, letting him adjust. His breaths come in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to steady himself. All the while, you maintain eye contact, wanting him to feel safe, to feel cherished in this vulnerable moment. "You're doing so well, baby," you whisper, your voice soft and encouraging. "Just relax and enjoy it." With each careful thrust of your finger, with each glide of his tip against the back of your throat, with each slow, teasing movement of the vibrator against his shaft—his body begins to respond. His breaths grow deeper and more ragged, his hips moving in time with your rhythm. 

When you add a second finger, stretching him gently, he lets out a soft, almost whimpering moan, his entire body trembling as you find that sweet spot inside him. His reactions are raw and breathtaking—a beautiful mix of vulnerability and desire that sends an addictive rush of arousal through you. You relish the sight of him unraveling under your touch, his expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. You hope, with a deep yearning, that this won't be the last time you get to see him like this—completely at your mercy, lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him.

As you continue your rhythm, his hips begin to move instinctively, chasing the pleasure you're giving him with every thrust and stroke. His body reacts to your touch like a finely tuned instrument, his soft gasps and breathy moans blending harmoniously with the low hum of your small vibrator. The room fills with a symphony of intimacy—lewd, wet sounds mingling with the ragged cadence of his breathing and the slick slide of your fingers moving in and out of his entrance. His body is alive with sensation, each jolt of pleasure pushing him closer to the edge. You can feel it in the way his cock twitches within your mouth, desperate and aching, and in the way his hands begin to reach out, searching for something—anything—to anchor himself to in this sea of pleasure.

Sensing his need for connection, you decide to turn off the vibrator, its quiet hum fading as you toss it aside. Instead, you take one of his trembling hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together. The simple touch is grounding, bringing him back to the present, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise that you’re right here with him. His breath stutters in his chest, and you take a moment to savor his reaction as you bob your head along his length, letting your tongue twirl and dance around him with deliberate slowness. You pull away with a soft, wet pop, your lips red and swollen, still brushing kisses along his shaft. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice a hushed command, each word a warm breath against his sensitive skin that sends shivers coursing through him. "Let go for me, my love."

When you take him back into your mouth, your lips enveloping him in a warm, wet heat, he gasps, his body taut with anticipation. Your tongue teases the slit at his tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, while your fingers work with a newfound urgency, picking up their pace as they curl and press, grazing his sensitive spot inside with precision. The effect is immediate and electrifying—his body tenses, his hips bucking slightly as he teeters on the brink. His moans grow louder, his breath more erratic, and you can feel his restraint slipping away. It doesn’t take long before Seungmin is coming undone beneath you, his release crashing over him like a wave. 

His body trembles violently with pleasure, his muscles clenching and relaxing in a rhythmic dance of surrender. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part as a broken, breathless moan escapes him, echoing through the room. His fingers grip yours tightly, holding on as if afraid to let go, his trust in you deepening with every exhale. You feel a profound connection in this moment—a wordless understanding, a bond that transcends the physical. His vulnerability, his trust, his surrender—they are gifts, and you cherish each one as he loses himself in the intensity of his climax, feeling the weight of the intimacy shared between you.

꒰ 🏷️ ꒱ ミ Permanent taglist: @joosbasschick @xhfics (Click on the link to join! All you have to do is answer a few questions to help me stay organized!)

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and then there’s ode,

his was kinda difficult to come up with because i feel like he’s more dom leaning, but occasionally he’ll let his partner take control

i was thinking maybe the reader’s fingers go a little lower than expected during a blowjob or he heard about pegging from another member and he was curious, because anal play can’t be that good right?

so he asks the reader if they’d feel comfortable just experimenting. like he doesn’t want to go all the way just yet (can’t believe i just said that), but like just starting with fingering and maybe working his way up to a vibrating plug or something? idk i trust your brain!

and that should be every member i believe! i’ll definitely be back with more, but i wanted to request them all first because there’s not enough xdinary heroes fics😭😭

thank you again for everything!!!

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Hello! You're so right about O.de being more of a dominant in bed, but I also really do feel like he wouldn't be opposed to experimenting if he's comfortable enough with his partner. I hope this piece does your vision justice! ── ( 𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 )

─── ⋆⋅☆ CURIOUS PLEASURES (MDNI) 3.9K

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

I’m so glad you enjoyed it even if it was outside of your comfort zone! Thank you so much for the support 🥹🫶

─── ⋆⋅☆ CURIOUS PLEASURES ( xdinary heroes )

❛ Seungmin, intrigued yet apprehensive, tentatively asks you to explore new sexual experiences together after hearing about his coworkers' preferences.

𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.9k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 15 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ It took me a second to write this because I wasn't sure of how to start it, but I did it! This was requested by the amazing🍀 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, anal fingering (male receiving), blowjob, use of a vibrator, handjob, mentions of watching porn, established relationship, Non-Idol AU, let me know if I missed anything!

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

As you leave your boyfriend’s workplace, Seungmin reaches for your hand. His touch is warm and familiar, grounding you in the present moment. The late afternoon sun dips low in the sky, casting elongated shadows along the sidewalk, and the two of you naturally fall into a comfortable rhythm, your steps matching as you head toward your usual spot—a quaint little ice cream shop a few blocks away. The conversation between you is light at first, filled with the small moments of your day, the kinds of things you always share during these evening walks. You notice that Seungmin seems a bit distant, his gaze unfocused as if he's lost in thought, but you decide not to press him, trusting that he’ll share what’s on his mind when he’s ready.  

When you reach the shop, the bell above the door chimes softly, its gentle sound blending with the soft murmur of conversations inside. You both head to the counter, Seungmin ordering his favorite flavor with a hint of his usual smile, and you choose yours. Finding a cozy booth near the window, you settle in, the sun’s golden rays filtering through the glass, casting a warm glow that dances across Seungmin’s cheeks, highlighting the soft flush that lingers there. As you sit across from him, you can't help but notice the subtle tension still lingering in his posture. He’s fidgety, his spoon stirring his ice cream more than he’s eating it. 

“What’s on your mind?” you ask after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You take a slow spoonful of your ice cream, eyes focused on him. You've learned to recognize the signs—the way his lips are slightly pursed, how his eyes dart around as if searching for the right words. 

Seungmin hesitates, his gaze flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to his bowl. “So, um, today at the shop, Hyeongjun and Jungsu were talking about... something,” he says, his voice quieter than usual, almost shy. 

You raise a curious eyebrow, leaning in a bit closer. “Yeah? What were they talking about?”

His cheeks flush a soft pink, and he looks down, his spoon making small, aimless circles in his bowl as if he’s debating whether to continue or let the subject drop. After a few seconds of silence, he sighs softly, a bit of resolve settling in his eyes. “They were talking about... well, how they sometimes like it when their partners take control. You know, like being the one who... takes the lead in bed.” 

You blink, a bit surprised by the sudden turn into more intimate territory, but you feel a smile tugging at your lips. There’s something incredibly endearing about how he fumbles for the right words, his shyness evident in the way his cheeks redden further. “Really? And what did you think about that?” you ask gently, your tone encouraging as you watch his expression closely, trying to gauge his thoughts.

He shifts in his seat, clearly feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. “I... I don’t know. I mean, I guess I never really thought about it as an option.” His voice drops even lower as he glances around the mostly empty ice cream shop, making sure no one is close enough to overhear. Then, he leans in closer, his face so near to yours that your breaths mingle, and you feel a slight shiver run through you. “They mentioned something about, um, using a strap and, well... it sounded kind of interesting.” His words come out in a whisper, his vulnerability palpable. 

For a moment, you’re caught off guard by his confession, but a soft smile forms on your lips. There's a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of the conversation, a thrill that sends a warm flutter through your veins. “If it’s something you’re curious about, we can definitely try it whenever you want,” you reply, your voice gentle and reassuring. “I’d be more than happy to explore that with you.” You want him to know there’s no pressure, only a safe space to share and explore whatever he’s comfortable with.

Seungmin's eyes widen slightly, and his cheeks deepen to a lovely shade of crimson. His gaze drops back to his slowly melting ice cream, and he murmurs, “Really? You’d be okay with something like that? You don’t think it’s too... weird?”

Your smile softens into something more earnest as you reach across the table, placing your hand over his. “Of course, I’d love to try it out with you, my love. You should always know that I want to make you feel good. If that means stepping out of our comfort zones, then I’m always open to at least discussing it. We can start slow, see how it feels for both of us, okay?” 

Seungmin nods, his expression a beautiful mix of relief, nerves, and budding excitement. There’s a lightness to his eyes now, a sense of comfort and trust that wasn’t there before. The rest of your ice cream date continues with a more playful energy, the earlier tension melting away like the last bit of ice cream in your bowls.

As you walk home together, hand in hand, you sense a shift in the air—a quiet, almost electric anticipation that seems to vibrate between you. The evening light fades, casting soft shadows along the pavement, and the rhythm of your footsteps is steady yet filled with a subtle tension. Your mind swirls with a whirlwind of possibilities, considering all the ways you could begin this new and intimate journey of taking control with Seungmin in the bedroom. However, you quickly realize that, despite the rush of ideas, you don’t have the faintest clue where to start or what to do. A small comfort comes from the fact that this is as new for him as it is for you. Whatever happens next will be a learning experience for both of you—a shared exploration of uncharted territory.  

When you finally reach your shared apartment, Seungmin releases a deep breath, the kind that seems to settle from somewhere deep inside, as the two of you kick off your shoes at the entrance and shrug out of your thin jackets. His expression is distant, clearly still mulling over the conversation from the ice cream shop. You decide to give him space to gather his thoughts and head to the small kitchen, opening the fridge to retrieve a cold bottle of water to soothe your dry throat. The coolness of the bottle against your skin feels grounding, a sharp contrast to the heat building within you.  

Seungmin has followed you quietly, his presence a gentle shadow behind you. When you offer him the bottle, he takes a generous swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Then, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with a tentative courage: "I think I'd like to try... starting small. If that's okay."  

His words send a quickening pulse through your veins, your heartbeat drumming a little faster as it dawns on you that Seungmin is eager to explore this newfound curiosity much sooner than you had anticipated. You offer him a reassuring smile, finishing the last of the water before tossing the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Gently, you take his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you lead him toward your shared bedroom. "We can definitely start with something simple," you say softly, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the apartment. "And we'll only go as far as you’re comfortable with."  

You turn to face him, your gaze soft but sensual, hoping to ease his nerves. Your hand comes to rest over his chest, where you can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. You’re about to guide him back toward the bed, a gentle pressure on his chest to encourage him to sit, but his eyes suddenly widen, and a flicker of panic crosses his face. He steps back quickly, his breath shaky, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, telling crimson.  

"Uh, I'm sorry—I just remembered something that the guys told me I had to do before doing any of this... Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower?" he asks, his words tumbling out in a rush. His eyes avoid yours, and you can see the embarrassment and nerves written all over his expression.

You can't help but furrow your brows, confusion evident as you tilt your head slightly to the side. Still, you nod silently, giving him the space he needs. Seungmin’s sudden sprint toward the bathroom would have been comical if it weren’t for the knot of anxiety and mild bewilderment tightening in your stomach. The bathroom is just down the short hallway, right next to the bedroom, and you hear the door close behind him, followed by the faint sound of water rushing through the pipes.  

With a soft sigh, you sit on the edge of your shared bed, feeling the anticipation build anew. Slipping your phone from the back pocket of your work pants, you decide to make use of the unexpected time alone. You navigate the internet with a mix of anxious curiosity and burgeoning excitement, searching for any ideas or suggestions on how to approach this new dynamic between you and Seungmin.  

Your eyes skim through informative websites and, eventually, a few more porn videos, your breath growing a little heavier as you delve deeper. With each click, each new insight, a slow, simmering arousal builds within you, blending with the thrill of the unknown. You can’t help but wonder why neither of you had brought up this possibility sooner, feeling the thrill of finally stepping into this unspoken desire for the first time. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine the possibilities, your mind already spinning with thoughts of how you’ll guide Seungmin through this first experience, both of you ready to explore and discover together.

You're lounging on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless pages of information when the gentle patter of water from the bathroom reaches your ears. It’s a soothing, rhythmic sound, one that fills the room with a sense of calm anticipation. A few moments later, the door creaks open, and Seungmin steps out, the steam curling around him like a fine mist. A towel is wrapped snugly around his waist, clinging to his hips, while his hair, still damp from the shower, clings in soft, tousled strands that curl at the ends. Droplets of water trail from his dark locks, gliding down the curve of his neck and catching the soft light, leaving a shimmering trail along his freshly washed skin. His whole body seems to glisten, a fresh sheen of water still lingering on his toned form.  

He pauses in the doorway of your shared bedroom, a mix of nerves and excitement painting his cheeks with a rosy flush. There’s a sheepish yet giddy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and his eyes—wide, filled with an intriguing blend of trepidation and thrill—lock onto yours. His gaze is magnetic, pulling you in, and you can't help but return his smile, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and newfound confidence, now bolstered by the things you'd just learned online. You notice the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the towel around his waist swaying slightly with the movement. There’s a playful unease in his posture—a hesitancy tempered with the eager curiosity of diving into something new and unknown.

Setting your phone aside, you rise from your spot at the edge of the bed, your eyes never leaving his. You close the short distance between you, a silent promise written in the intensity of your gaze. When you reach him, your hands find his, and you pull him into a deep, passionately reassuring kiss. He responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that matches your own. As you gently nip at his bottom lip, a silent plea for more, he lets out a soft whimper that sends a rush of arousal through you. His lips part willingly, and you waste no time, your tongue slipping into his mouth, tangling with his in an intimate dance that deepens with every second.  

Without breaking the heated exchange, you guide him back toward the bed. His steps are tentative at first, but he quickly catches on, and you coax him down to sit where you had been moments before, right on the edge of the bed. As he takes his seat, you lower yourself onto your knees between his legs, using his knees to steady yourself. Only then do you break the kiss, pulling back just enough to search his eyes. You look for any signs of hesitation, of discomfort, but all you find is a new glint—a desperate need that you’ve never seen in him before.  

Unable to resist the pull of his swollen lips, you lean in and press a fleeting, tender kiss there, your lips lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. Then, you begin a slow, deliberate trail down his jawline, your lips grazing his skin in soft, teasing pecks that send shivers rippling through him. His breath catches, and when you reach his collarbones, you pause, knowing just how sensitive he is in that spot. The response is instant and intense; his hand tangles in your hair with a grip that borders on painful but stings in a way that’s oddly thrilling, while his other hand cups the back of your head, trying to pull you even closer, as if he can’t get enough.  

It takes a moment for you to remember that tonight, the power is yours. With a sly smile, you pull back from his collarbone, leaving him breathless, his eyes half-lidded with desire. His pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, and a delicious sense of control surges through you. Moving with deliberate slowness, you reach down and take hold of both his wrists, guiding them to rest on either side of him on the bed. Seungmin’s eyes are glazed with lust, his chest still heaving, but he obeys, keeping his hands where you’ve placed them, though his fingers twitch with the instinctive urge to reach for you.  

There’s a delicious tension in the air—a fine line between his restraint and his yearning. His struggle to maintain control only heightens the atmosphere, and your smirk deepens as you lean back in, brushing your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin as you whisper, “Tonight, you’re mine.” The words seem to electrify him, a soft gasp escaping his lips, and you can feel the thrill of anticipation building between you, ready to explode into something neither of you will soon forget.

Your tongue trails a slow, languid path down his chest and along his torso, leaving a glistening trail in its wake as you maintain a steady, lustful gaze on his face. His breath comes in soft, trembling pants, his chest rising and falling with each exhale. You relish in the way his eyes, half-lidded with desire, meet yours—a silent plea hidden within their depths. As you descend lower, you notice that the towel he'd wrapped around his waist after his shower has unraveled at some point, revealing the sight of his beautifully hard cock, already leaking with desperate arousal. The sight makes your own pulse quicken, and you waste no time in indulging him further.

You start with a classic approach, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around his tip, savoring the salty taste of him as you listen to the soft, needy sounds that escape his lips. His breath hitches sharply as you take him deeper, letting the heat of your mouth wrap around him. His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles whitening with the strain, and you can feel the way his hips fight to stay still beneath you, each twitch betraying his desire. Your pace is slow and deliberate, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the overwhelming sensation of your mouth, your hands, and the rhythmic undulation of your movements. His breathing grows uneven, each inhale shaky and filled with anticipation.

When you finally pull away, you revel in the sight before you: his cheeks flushed a deep pink, his lips parted as he pants for breath, and his eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure. "I want to try something," you murmur softly, your voice low and teasing as you reach into the nearby drawer. His gaze follows your movements, widening slightly when he sees what you've retrieved—a small, sleek vibrator, the soft hum of it filling the room as you switch it to its lowest setting. There’s a flicker of curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension in his expression, his eyes darting between the toy and your face. "Just relax," you whisper reassuringly, your tone a soothing balm against the charged atmosphere. 

You begin by teasing the vibrator along his length, pressing it gently against his shaft while continuing your ministrations with your mouth. His reaction is immediate and electrifying—his hips jerk slightly, and a sharp intake of breath escapes him, his voice caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp. It's clear he's never felt anything like this before, evident in the way his cock continues to leak, a steady stream of arousal that makes your own excitement build. You keep your movements steady and methodical, letting the vibrator explore all the sensitive spots along his cock, each touch drawing shivers and jerks from his body. A proud grin tugs at your lips as you watch his responses, the way his brows knit together, and his lips part to release soft, breathless moans.

As his pleasure builds, you decide to take things a step further. You move lower, cradling his balls in one hand—now drenched in a mix of his arousal and your saliva—while keeping the vibrator pressed against him with the other. He lets out a slightly high-pitched moan of surprise, his brows furrowing even tighter as his face contorts in sheer pleasure. "Does this feel good?" you ask softly, your voice a soothing caress as you watch his face closely for any sign of discomfort. He nods quickly, his voice catching in his throat as he manages a strained, "Y-yeah... feels really good." 

Encouraged by his response, you continue, your fingers gradually slipping lower to tease along his entrance. His breath hitches again, but this time there's an eager undertone, a breathless anticipation evident in the way he instinctively pushes his hips forward, silently begging for more. With a soft chuckle, you decide to tease him a little further. You make a show of spitting a generous amount of saliva onto your index finger, letting it drip and glisten in the dim light before applying gentle pressure, just the tip at first. He moans softly, his body tensing, his upper lip curling up in slight discomfort before he begins to relax. He leans back onto his forearms against the bed, and you take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his cock once more.

You take your time, keeping your finger still at first, letting him adjust. His breaths come in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to steady himself. All the while, you maintain eye contact, wanting him to feel safe, to feel cherished in this vulnerable moment. "You're doing so well, baby," you whisper, your voice soft and encouraging. "Just relax and enjoy it." With each careful thrust of your finger, with each glide of his tip against the back of your throat, with each slow, teasing movement of the vibrator against his shaft—his body begins to respond. His breaths grow deeper and more ragged, his hips moving in time with your rhythm. 

When you add a second finger, stretching him gently, he lets out a soft, almost whimpering moan, his entire body trembling as you find that sweet spot inside him. His reactions are raw and breathtaking—a beautiful mix of vulnerability and desire that sends an addictive rush of arousal through you. You relish the sight of him unraveling under your touch, his expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. You hope, with a deep yearning, that this won't be the last time you get to see him like this—completely at your mercy, lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him.

As you continue your rhythm, his hips begin to move instinctively, chasing the pleasure you're giving him with every thrust and stroke. His body reacts to your touch like a finely tuned instrument, his soft gasps and breathy moans blending harmoniously with the low hum of your small vibrator. The room fills with a symphony of intimacy—lewd, wet sounds mingling with the ragged cadence of his breathing and the slick slide of your fingers moving in and out of his entrance. His body is alive with sensation, each jolt of pleasure pushing him closer to the edge. You can feel it in the way his cock twitches within your mouth, desperate and aching, and in the way his hands begin to reach out, searching for something—anything—to anchor himself to in this sea of pleasure.

Sensing his need for connection, you decide to turn off the vibrator, its quiet hum fading as you toss it aside. Instead, you take one of his trembling hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together. The simple touch is grounding, bringing him back to the present, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise that you’re right here with him. His breath stutters in his chest, and you take a moment to savor his reaction as you bob your head along his length, letting your tongue twirl and dance around him with deliberate slowness. You pull away with a soft, wet pop, your lips red and swollen, still brushing kisses along his shaft. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice a hushed command, each word a warm breath against his sensitive skin that sends shivers coursing through him. "Let go for me, my love."

When you take him back into your mouth, your lips enveloping him in a warm, wet heat, he gasps, his body taut with anticipation. Your tongue teases the slit at his tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, while your fingers work with a newfound urgency, picking up their pace as they curl and press, grazing his sensitive spot inside with precision. The effect is immediate and electrifying—his body tenses, his hips bucking slightly as he teeters on the brink. His moans grow louder, his breath more erratic, and you can feel his restraint slipping away. It doesn’t take long before Seungmin is coming undone beneath you, his release crashing over him like a wave. 

His body trembles violently with pleasure, his muscles clenching and relaxing in a rhythmic dance of surrender. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part as a broken, breathless moan escapes him, echoing through the room. His fingers grip yours tightly, holding on as if afraid to let go, his trust in you deepening with every exhale. You feel a profound connection in this moment—a wordless understanding, a bond that transcends the physical. His vulnerability, his trust, his surrender—they are gifts, and you cherish each one as he loses himself in the intensity of his climax, feeling the weight of the intimacy shared between you.

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