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minhomommy 25F domme (Seoul, South Korea)
You look absolutely adorable baby, I couldn’t help myself from sending you a message.
You’re new to the BDSM scene? How cute baby, if you want, I can teach you a few things.
No pressure to answer me at all sweetie, just wanted to drop a line to the cutest girl I’ve ever seen.hanniesungg 23F sub
hiiiii :3 thank you minho
i am very new to the bdsm scene >.< i’ve always been interested in it, but too nervous to actually dip my toes into it
i doubt im the cutest girl you’ve ever seen but thank you :o -
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Jisung might have a problem.
It isn’t that big of a deal, to be honest. She’s just—being dramatic, probably. She’s about to text Yongbok to see what she should do about it. Like, it isn’t a big deal.
Losing your favourite dildo in your own apartment isn’t a big deal. It isn’t.
The problem lies in the fact that she doesn’t live alone.
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“Hey,” Minhee greets her, sitting up and reaching for the dildo. She pulls it off the table. It unsticks with an ominous pop. “Looking for this?”
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Jisung turns his head again, sticking Minho with a wide eyed glare. “What the fuck?” He mouths back.
Minho just smirks, brings his free hand to his mouth, places a finger over his lips and makes a shushing motion at Jisung before flicking his gaze down to the small space between them.
His hands grip firmer on Jisung’s ass cheek as he pulls him closer, angling him just in front, as he kneads and spreads Jisung’s cheeks apart.
His breath is so close to Jisung’s ear now, he lets out a small “you want it?” Into the curve of his earlobe.
Jisung doesn't speak, he has a feeling his voice would certainly be way too loud for this elevator car right now. Instead, he just nods.
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Minsung’s 2KR and the elevator story had my mind spinnnnning!
Here is my slightly more sexual take on what i think should go down next time.
I guess that makes this well, semi canon compliant!
Enjoy 🤭
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Minho sucks harder on his thumb before pulling off with a wet pop, “Show me Jagi.”
Jisung’s hand wraps around the back of his neck, as Minho wraps his hand back around the soaked fabric of Jisung’s tie and pulls his neck close, their lips press together in a messy tangle of tongues and teeth and spit.
Minho swallows every sound Jisung makes as he comes undone, his body shaking against him as he chants Minho’s name.
(Or: My horny brainworms got the best of me and i wrote this in as little as 2 hours to feed them because they were hungry after the absolute craziness of Minsung at this damn fanmeet, Join me.)
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“What are you doing?” Jisung whines. “I’m trying to play.”
Minho presses her fingers to the mark she’d left a few nights ago. On the delicate skin between Jisung’s tattoo and the top of her chest.
“So play,” she says, and digs her thumb into the bruise until Jisung makes a soft gurgly noise. “Don’t stop.”