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ssongsboo · 5 days ago

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oh my god… first time with bf!junseok and he’s being so soft and understanding because he loves you so much and just wants to make it special for the both of you :(((

(not ok sorry)

-🪐

the moment with junseok feels charged with anticipation yet laced with tenderness. his hands, usually so confident, are a little unsteady as they settle on your waist, pulling you closer. his breath fans across your lips as he leans in, the kiss starting slow but deepening quickly, filled with a kind of hunger that he's clearly trying to hold back. he's taking his time to explore you, his lips trailing from yours to your jaw and neck, his kisses warm and deliberate, as though savoring every inch of you.

"tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and husky, making your stomach flip. his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, grazing your skin lightly, teasingly, as if asking for permission before going further. when you nod, giving him the go-ahead, he pauses to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but still holding that soft, adoring look that's so quintessentially junseok.

as his hands become bolder, sliding up your sides and taking your shirt with them, his lips follow, peppering kisses along your collarbone and shoulders. his touch is firm yet careful, as though he's memorizing the way you feel under his fingertips. his breath catches slightly as he pulls back just enough to take you in, his gaze sweeping over you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"you're so perfect," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. the way he looks at you makes your cheeks flush, but before you can get too shy, he leans back in, his kisses growing hungrier. his hands roam your body with more confidence now, sliding over your curves and leaving trails of heat in their wake. he's still murmuring sweet things- how soft your skin is, how good you feel against him- but there's a new edge to his voice, a rawness that sends shivers down your spine.

when his lips find yours again, the kiss is deeper, more demanding. his body presses against yours, his warmth enveloping you, and his hands guide you closer, letting you feel just how much he wants you.

his restraint is slipping, but even in his urgency, he's mindful of you, pausing often to check if you're okay, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "am i going too fast?" he asks, his voice hoarse, his thumb brushing soothingly along your side.

every movement is filled with purpose, his touches slow but growing more insistent as he helps you shed the rest of your clothing. he's utterly focused on you- on your reactions, your breaths, the way you shiver under his touch. when his hands explore your bare skin, his eyes follow, like he's committing everything to memory. "i've wanted this for so long," he confesses softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder. "you have no idea how much i love you."

the moment is electric, a mix of nerves and anticipation as junseok hovers above you, his lips brushing yours in a tender kiss that steadies both of you. his hand cradles your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he whispers, "tell me if it's too much, okay?" his voice is low, raw with emotion, his gaze searching yours for any hesitation.

as he aligns himself with you, his movements are slow and deliberate. his hand trails down to hold your hip, his grip firm yet reassuring as he positions himself carefully. "i'll go slow," he murmurs, his voice trembling slightly, the weight of the moment hanging between you. he begins to push forward, inch by inch, his body taut with restraint as he watches your every reaction.

the stretch is unfamiliar, a mix of slight discomfort and something deeper, warmer, that builds as he sinks into you. junseok's breath catches, his forehead falling to rest against yours as he lets out a low, shaky groan. "you feel..." he starts, his words trailing off as though he can't even put it into words.

his eyes flutter closed, his jaw clenching as he forces himself to move at an agonizingly slow pace, giving you time to adjust.

"are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand moving to lace with yours as he pauses once he's fully inside. he's shaking slightly, his body pressed so closely to yours that you can feel every ragged breath he takes. when you nod, whispering his name, he exhales deeply, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips as though to ground himself.

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ssongsboo · 17 days ago

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omg can you imagine camboy!dey i think i’m going insane

also i’ll elaborate more on wax play with junseok later cus i’m about to fall asleep LOL

-🪐

the glow of the screen illuminated his face, sharp angles softened by the blue light. dey leaned back against his chair, lips quirking into a lazy smile that sent a ripple of heat through you. his sleeveless black tank top clung to his body, highlighting every curve of his toned arms, his collarbones peeking out just enough to tease.

"enjoying the view?" his deep, velvety voice carried through the speakers, making your breath hitch. he tilted his head, the strands of his dark hair brushing against his forehead as he glanced at the chat, one eyebrow raising at the flood of compliments and tips.

with a casual flick of his wrist, he pulled his chair closer to the camera. "i know what you came here for," he murmured, voice dripping with sultry confidence. he let his fingers trace his jawline, slow and deliberate, before they traveled lower, grazing the neckline of his tank.

"patience," he chuckled, his eyes locking onto yours- or at least it felt like they did. that smirk deepened as he leaned forward, his toned forearms resting on the desk, muscles flexing with the movement. the glint in his eye was wicked, playful, promising everything yet giving away nothing.

the chat went wild, and dey glanced at it again, a pleased hum slipping past his lips. "you want more?" he teased, his fingers trailing down his chest. "then make it worth my while."

your heart raced as you hovered over the tip button, knowing you weren't just paying for the show- but for the way his gaze seemed to linger, as if he knew you were there, watching him, needing him.

and maybe he did.

the chat lit up like fireworks as the sound of another tip notification rang out. dey’s smirk widened, a glint of satisfaction in his sharp eyes. "you really know how to get my attention," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "but i think i want to hear you beg for it."

your breath caught, the anticipation curling low in your stomach. he leaned back in his chair, his hands lazily tugging the hem of his tank upward, revealing a sliver of toned abs. his fingers stopped just short of pulling it over his head, leaving it there as if daring you to demand more.

"think i’ll just take my time tonight," he said, dragging out the words like honey. he ran a hand through his messy hair, the strands falling perfectly out of place as his gaze flicked to the camera. his lips curved into that signature smirk- equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

the chat exploded, but it was his next move that made your chest tighten. he leaned in again, "you," he said softly, his voice dropping even lower. "yeah, you. you’ve been quiet tonight."

you froze, your fingers hovering over the keyboard.

could he mean you? there were thousands of viewers- there was no way-

"don’t play shy now." he chuckled, dark and rich, the sound rippling through you. "you’re the reason i’m doing this, aren't you?"

you swallowed hard, your heart thundering in your chest as he sat back, his gaze still locked on the camera. he pulled his tank off in one smooth motion, tossing it to the side. the chat erupted in chaos, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him- his lean frame, the way the light cast shadows over the sharp lines of his torso.

"let's make tonight unforgettable," dey whispered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. his hands drifted lower, his movements deliberate and teasing as he kept his smoldering gaze locked on the screen.

and as you tipped again- more than you ever had before- his wicked grin told you he knew exactly how tightly he had you wrapped around his finger.

dey's grin widened as another tip notification chimed, this one more substantial than before. he bit his bottom lip, his teeth dragging across it slowly, letting the moment linger. his eyes, dark and sharp, flicked toward the camera, the intensity making it feel like he was staring straight into your soul.

"you're really trying to spoil me tonight, huh?" he purred, his tone both teasing and appreciative. he leaned back in his chair, his hands tracing slow, idle patterns across his exposed chest. the way his fingertips skimmed his skin- light, almost absentminded- was maddeningly hypnotic.

the chat scrolled endlessly with demands, compliments, and pleas, but his focus seemed singular. "you’re quiet," he said again, voice laced with intrigue. "i like that." he tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a softer, almost inviting smile.

"means you're paying attention."

the camera caught every shift, every subtle flex of his body as he stretched his arms behind his head.

the motion made his muscles ripple, his lean form on full display. he let out a low hum, the sound deep and satisfied, as if he was savoring the energy you and the other viewers poured into him.

"should i reward you?" he asked, his voice soft but no less commanding. his hands fell to his thighs, spreading his legs wider as he shifted in his chair.

the fabric of his joggers clung to him in all the right ways, leaving little to the imagination. his fingers toyed with the waistband, tugging it down ever so slightly before pausing, his smirk returning.

"you're gonna have to ask nicely."

your fingers hovered over the keyboard, the words caught in your throat, as if typing them out would make the moment even more real. but before you could summon the courage, he leaned forward again, resting his forearms on his thighs.

"i can wait," he murmured, his voice like velvet, sending shivers down your spine. "but can you?"

his question lingered in the air as his hand dipped lower, the movements slow and calculated. every detail- the way his lips parted, the flicker of amusement in his gaze, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin- was a masterpiece of restraint and desire.

"don't make me beg for you now," he teased, his grin playful yet laced with something darker, hungrier. "or maybe that's what you're into."

the tips came in faster, the chat a blur of wild desperation, but all you could focus on was him- his voice, his movements, and the undeniable pull of his presence.

"you're mine tonight," he said finally, his tone low and full of promise. "so don't even think about looking away."

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