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Imagine having Taemin in your room. Hair messy, lips bruised from your kiss, unable to move because of the hand cuffs.
He would moan your name repeatedly and try to escape. He would be unsure if it was because he wanted to escape the overwhelming pleasure or get closer to it. He would buck wildly into your mouth when you go down on him and whimper your name when you let him go, the popping noise resounding around the room.
He would start begging when you lower yourself onto him. He would already be so close but so determined to last for you. As your bounce in his lap he would squeeze his eyes shut and beg for more. Whine your name over and over again telling you how close he is.
You would tease him, stopping when he got too close to the edge then start moving again when he had calmed down a little bit. When you were ready for your climax you would tweak his nipples, delighting in the noises he made as his orgasm hit him hard. You would clench around him, making it ten times more powerful and you would collapse on his chest when you were done.
When you both finally caught your breath he would beg you to do it all over again. He loved being dominated, the feeling of powerlessness, helplessness. Being completely submissive to you.
Who are you to argue when the little sex pistol was handing his body over to you?
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Barom and Taemin <3
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“A flower?”
“It’s a Cherokee rose… The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the Trail of Tears, the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much because they were losing their little ones along the way from exposure, and disease, and starvation. A lot of them just.. disappeared. So the Elders, they said a prayer to ask for a sign to uplift the mothers’ spirits.. to give them strength.. hope. The next day, this rose started to grow right where the mothers’ tears fell. I’m not fool enough to think there’s any flowers blooming for my brother. But I believe.. this one.. it bloomed for your little girl.”
(Source: frokensalanders)
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