#kim muzin hard thoughts

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❕ : dry humping, cockwarming

⟢ 내 안에서 마음껏 더 놀아봐 .ᐟ

the soft glow of the bedside lamp highlighted muzin's sharp features, his dark eyes lazily tracing the curve of your lips as you worked to remove the remnants of his stage makeup. a cotton pad glided gently over his skin, but he wasn't paying attention to that- his focus was entirely on you, the way you leaned close, the warmth of your breath ghosting over his face.

"you don't make this easy," you mumbled, dabbing carefully along his jawline.

"i’m not supposed to," he replied smoothly, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. his hands rested lightly on your thighs, but even that innocent touch was enough to make you hyper-aware of the closeness between you.

as you reached for another pad, muzin's hands slid up, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of your hips before trailing back down to your ass. you stiffened slightly, your heart skipping a beat as his palms smoothed over the curve, squeezing and spreading slowly, as though testing how much of a reaction he could get.

"muzin," you warned, your voice wavering.

"what?" he asked innocently, his thumbs circling the plush skin, making your breath hitch. "just making myself comfortable."

his grip tightened, and before you could protest, he tugged you forward, settling you fully onto his lap. you gasped softly, your hands bracing against his shoulders as your knees framed his thighs.

"this is better," he murmured, his tone low and teasing. his hands stayed firmly on your ass, kneading leisurely, fingers dipping just beneath the hem of your shorts. the way his touch alternated between gentle squeezes and firm grabs sent sparks of heat through you.

"you're supposed to stay still," you managed to say, though your voice lacked conviction. he tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"can't help it when you're sitting here like this," he said, giving you another deliberate squeeze that made you squirm.

muzin's smirk deepened at your reaction, and he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling ever so slightly.

the subtle friction made you gasp, your thighs instinctively tightening around him.

"relax," he cooed, his hands guiding your hips into another slow grind. "let me help you focus."

the movement was slow and teasing, his grip firm as he pressed you down, making you drag against the growing hardness beneath his pants. each roll of your hips sent delicious friction through your core, your body responding to his lead as heat pooled low in your belly.

"feel that?" he murmured, his voice rich and velvety as he leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "feel how good you fit against me?"

your breath caught as he continued the rhythm, his fingers digging into your flesh. the grind was torturously slow, your clothed core sliding over him with just enough pressure to leave you trembling. he guided you expertly, his hips rising to meet yours at just the right moments, making the friction almost unbearable.

"muzin," you whimpered, your voice a mix of frustration and need.

"keep going," he urged, his lips brushing your jawline. "you're doing so well."

your hands clenched his shirt as you tried to keep up, your body moving instinctively to match the deliberate roll of his hips. every drag of his hardness against you sent sparks shooting up your spine, your thighs trembling as his teasing touch drove you closer to the edge.

but muzin wasn't done. his hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you slightly before pulling you back down, repeating the motion until the rhythm became more intimate, more consuming.

"that's it," he groaned, his head falling back as he watched you. his half-lidded eyes drank in the sight of you unraveling above him, your lips parted, your breaths coming in short, shaky gasps.

you tried to steady yourself, to focus on finishing the task at hand, but he really wasn't making it easy. he shifted again, his hips pressing up more insistently, the pressure nearly driving you mad. his fingers kneaded your ass harder, spreading you wider as he adjusted the angle, hitting just the right spot with every slow, deliberate grind.

"see? told you it's better like this," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. his lips ghosted over your collarbone, and he chuckled softly at the way your body trembled beneath his touch.

each roll of his hips, each squeeze of his hands, sent you spiraling deeper into the haze of pleasure, and you knew you were at his mercy.

"alright," you breathed shakily, your fingers curling into muzin's shirt to steady yourself. "that's enough."

muzin smirked, clearly pleased with the flush on your cheeks and the tremble in your voice. "you sure? you seemed to be enjoying it just as much as i was," he teased, his hands giving your ass another firm squeeze.

you glared at him, doing your best to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. "go wash your face," you ordered, sliding off his lap with as much composure as you could muster.

he raised a brow, leaning back lazily. "why? you're doing such a good job already."

"muzin," you snapped, crossing your arms. "go. now."

he groaned dramatically but stood, stretching as he made his way to the bathroom. "bossy tonight, aren't we?"

you ignored his comment, focusing instead on setting up his skincare products on the bedside table. you didn't miss the way he glanced over his shoulder, his lips curving into a knowing grin as he disappeared through the doorway.

the sound of running water filled the room, and you took a moment to collect yourself, your fingers still tingling from the feel of him beneath you. when muzin returned, his face freshly washed, you motioned for him to sit back down.

"now, stay still," you instructed firmly, straddling his lap once again. his brows lifted in amusement as his hands instinctively found your waist. "still?" he repeated, tilting his head as though considering the idea. "not really my thing."

you narrowed your eyes, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "you didn't behave earlier, so now you're going to sit still and let me finish without any of your teasing."

muzin chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. without another word, you reached between your bodies, tugging down his sweats just enough to free him. he inhaled sharply as you lined yourself up, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.

a guttural groan escaped his throat, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you seated yourself fully, your warmth enveloping him completely. his head fell back, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but when he tried to buck his hips, you pressed a firm hand to his chest.

"don't move," you warned, your voice steady despite the heat building between your legs.

muzin's eyes snapped open, dark and full of mischief. "you're really gonna make me sit here like this?"

"yes," you said, your tone leaving no room for argument. "you'll behave, or we're stopping right now." he clenched his jaw, his hands flexing on your thighs.

"you're cruel," he muttered, though there was no mistaking the thrill in his voice.

you ignored him, grabbing the toner and cotton pad from the table beside you. carefully, you began dabbing it onto his skin, your movements steady despite the way your body throbbed around him.

every slight shift or twitch from either of you sent jolts of pleasure up your spine, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting.

muzin's breathing grew heavier, his fingers digging into your flesh as he struggled to stay still. "you're killing me," he groaned, his voice thick with frustration and desire.

"good," you replied, your focus never wavering as you applied serum to his cheeks.

he cursed under his breath, his hands gripping the bedsheets to stop himself from moving. the tension in his body was palpable, every muscle taut as he fought the urge to thrust up into you.

you worked slowly, deliberately, taking your time with each product as muzin squirmed beneath you. his breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to hold himself back.

"almost done," you said. smirking as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "think you can handle it?"

"i’m gonna make you pay for this," he growled, his voice low and strained. you hummed, pretending to consider his words as you reached for the moisturizer. "we'll see about that."