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I have no in-between : oversharing and being cold as ice.
Regardless, that makes me feel like a secret agent in an action movie, so, cool, ig ! 🥵 😱
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literally the exact reason i can’t make friends 😭 i will not speak or smile at ANYONE but once i get to know someone i wont shut up
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"just one more—one more, okay? one more 'n you can go."
you didn't think much when he'd purchased the full length mirror propped up in front of your bed. it was convenient, perfect for full body outfit checks and the occasional lockscreen on his phone. of course, there had been times where he'd brought the idea up playfully—you ever wanna see what you look like when you sit on my cock, pretty?—but you'd become to flustered to even entertain him. you're sure you'd die if you ever saw how you felt when his fingers, mouth, or the length of him was anywhere on you.
too bad you don't make decisions when you're three orgasms away from passing out or seeing the light.
jaemin's hand keep your head from lolling on his shoulder, chest firm behind your back as his knees prevent your shaking legs from slipping close. the sheets underneath you are soaked. your inner thighs stained with the mess he spreads across your skin... and you're forced to see all of it. the mere sight makes you clench sporadically around his long fingers, making him laugh lowly near your ear.
"isn't it pretty?" he muses sweetly, looking up to meet your gaze in the mirror. "the mess you've made for me. told you looked perfect. it's art, y'know,"
his fingers pinch your clit and you shudder. "pretty down here, too." his fingers pretty your lips apart, the casual vulgarity of his actions mind numbing. "always happy to see me, isn't she?"
when you don't answer, half lidded gaze transfixed by the near methodical way his fingers swirl against your sensitive bud, a series of sharp taps again the bundle of nerves makes you jolt in his lap. "jae-jaeminnn—! wha—"
"said," he continues calmly, his fingers now bullying themselves into your hole. you can hardly piece together anything he's said. "isn't she happy to see me?"
his fingers crook upwards in a maddeningly precise way and you cum hard. choked moan cut off by the desperate attempts to answer him before he starts all over again. "mmnnn-yes! yesyesyesyes, please—"
your arms grip on to his as a lifeline as you sniffle and cry through your fourth orgasm. it truly is a pretty sight to him. "there we go," he coos softly, his other hand sliding down from your jaw to rest around your throat. "and what do we say after?"
your mind blanks. two, three, four beats past, and your heart sinks before speeding up when he sighs.
"i guess you haven't learned enough to be let go. should i teach you a lesson?"
