CRUSH ♥

8th November 2011

Photo reblogged from rub forever, lust forever with 33 notes

pervingseoul:

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?

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?

10:19pm

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