#is it toxic to manifest them breaking up so that I can hook up w him at the end of the summer before I go home GSHDHSHSHHD sorry

[zepdeans]

help girl I’m thinking of things that could’ve been

[fallinforgyu]

the thought of brushing beomgyu’s hair from his face while holding him (or fucking him🥴) is literally one of my most recurring fantasies like… he’s just so fucking pretty, art like that needs to be framed properly 💞💞

thinking about love-bombing him (in a non toxic way; I’m just obsessed w him so all I wanna do is assault him with affection) climbing onto his lap on the couch, straddling his thighs with yours, arms caged on the sides of his head so he’s trapped right beneath you

smooching his sweet face everywhere- forehead, temples, nose, cheeks, lips, jaw- all while telling him how handsome he is. how he’s the most special thing in the whole world, there’s no one else you’d rather look at, rather listen to, rather be with. that he’s the funniest, sweetest, craziest person you’ve ever met, and how dull your life would be without him in it. lifting the strands of his hair above his eyebrows and delicately pushing it out of his face, stroking your fingers behind his ears and down his neck resting in the junction where his shoulders connect just softly holding his throat as an anchor to touch him.

imagining the look on his face while you drown him in devotion, his eyes hazy and dreamlike as he stares at you. his cheeks flushed pink from the feeling of being loved, the earnest praise and your soft touches overwhelming him to an embarrassing degree. his brain preoccupied with taking in this euphoria, unable to respond to you in any way but heavy sighs and low hums from his throat.

expecting him to get worked up from your treatment, but finding your own skin growing hot and your clothes feeling suffocating. you always have endless thoughts of him, but vocalizing them out loud, with the object of your affection in your grip, has your body reacting to the serious truth of your feelings against your control. when your hips finally grind down onto him, you get to hear the first airy sound to escape his lips which he’d been trying to keep glued together

so caught up in the feeling of touching him you’re just shamelessly dry humping through your clothes. his hands groping and pulling your ass down on him, laying his head back against the couch to expose his beautiful, thick neck, which of course you just have to kiss and suck and mark to holy hell. when you finally snap and just have to feel him, clumsily trying to lift your weight off his thighs and unbutton his pants. your hands fly from his zipper between your legs to the outside of his thighs, grasping onto his sweats and pulling them down in broken little tugs. him chuckling at you when you whine out a “hurry” sarcastically replying that you’re in the way, but he’s joking of course, his hands on your waist are steadfast at keeping you from climbing off and removing his bottoms efficiently

his eyes glued to your hands, one grabbing his hardening cock to stroke it while the other attempts to hook your shorts and panties together to one side. a short but hot and messy make out session while you finish getting him fully hard, eventually breaking away to lift and align your hips over his. gently resting your chin on his head while you sink onto him, his soft hair tickling your jaw while his lips leave long wet kisses on your neck. uggghhh just lazy, slow sex with him beneath you 🤒🤒

neither of you chasing any high, just completely fueled by your mutual infatuation with each other, manifesting your deep emotional connection into a physical one. raking your fingers up the nape of his neck and while your bodies naturally find a perfect rhythm. every time you pull your hips back from him, he sinks his ass deeper into the couch, so when you grind down against him again he can roll his hips up into you, stretching you impossibly full. how he’d absolutely slide his hands up your shirt to grope your chest, before impatiently shoving the fabric up to your collarbones and catching your nipple is his mouth. snaking his hands around your rib cage to keep you locked in his arms, pulling you as close as possible, moving his head in sync with your body, so even as you move above him his mouth stays full

all of your sickly sweet words of confession turn shameful and nasty the longer you go. telling him that no one else in the world could make you feel so good, how no one could ever fuck you so deep, or touch you so well. and he’s telling you how beautiful you are, how you take him so well, that you were created for him. that you’re his, that he’s only all yours

my brain is a crispy fried broken record… just beomgyu on repeat 24/7 🤯🤯 I just wanna love him sm good grief

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🥝 anon…. i owe you my life. truly. i’m gonna read this until i d!e

i swear to god our minds are connected bc this is EXACTLY what i think about 24/7. literally everything i have ever wanted and needed. 100000/10 stars. excellent brilliant showstopper incredible amazing one of a kind fantastic i will never shut up about this 😭😭😭😭💔