i need to do that thing cats do where they gnaw on you as an affectionate form of grooming pls pls pls it would fix me i am acutely aware of the inside of my mouth and how jagged my teeth are and my tongue feels awkward and i’m sick of the way my mouth tastes hj kshcusjndvbbsnsnaaaaaaaAAAAGHHHGG
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LAE YOU’RE BACK!!!! i missed u so much 🙁 i hope ur enjoying ur holidays toooo!! HOW HAVE YA BEEN
oh my god YES. that specific airport fit was so yummy on jungwon … i’ve made a recent realization that blonde jungwon hits different … like really Hits Me Different and it rocked my world . I LOVE BLONDE JUNGWON
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boah ich brauch ihn so sehr ich kann das nicht mehr ich will ihn einfach nur AUFESSEN.
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18+ misty rendezvous
steam wraps around the bathroom like a cozy, heavy blanket. minuscule droplets pound lightly over your shoulders and back, fog curling thick between you and jo. he’s standing behind you, bare chest glistening and pastel pink loofa in hand. you sigh under the warmth of the water and the proximity of him.
[[MORE]]“this alright?” he inquires, voice soft, but there’s a coy edge to it that makes your stomach flutter. it’s almost inaudible over the shower, but you feel it deep, straight to your core.
“mhm,” you reply casually, tilting your head as soon as you feel his his touch on your skin.
he drags the loofa over your shoulders first, slow and deliberate. “good. that’s good… just relax for me,” he delicately directs, lips brushing the sensitive spot at the nape of your neck.
your hands twitch, moving to reach back for him, and he catches them swiftly, holding them to the tile for a second before releasing. a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, “come on, angel. what did we say about letting me take care of you?”
you push down the frustrated groan building in the back of your throat, allowing your sweetheart of a boyfriend to do as he pleases.
the loofa glides down your spine now, shower gel trickling down the small of your back, and you feel his hands teasingly drift along the back of your thighs. you barely bite back a whine, but your body betrays you, shivering under his touch.
“you’re so soft,” he gasps in awe, caressing the loofa over the swell of your ass in languid, purposeful sweeps. “can i… like this?” the question is tender, almost harmless, but the weight behind it is downright impossible to ignore.
your chest presses into the tile, eyelashes fluttering and lips parting. “jojo, i… ah—” a small, muffled whimper escapes before you can stop it, and he hums, pleased, placing a hand to your hip to steady you.
“hm? what was that?” he murmurs, fingers manoeuvring to your stomach, loofa creeping dangerously higher. “you’re more quiet than usual, angel. are you feeling okay?” he cheekily asks with no intention of waiting for an answer, breath hot and full of mischief against your ear.
your hands twitch again, aching to behave, to lean into him without betraying how much his actions are affecting you. meanwhile, his hands travel higher, along the swell of your ribs, edging toward your chest. you tremble, swallowing the neediest sounds, teeth grazing your bottom lip.
“good girl. keeping so still f'me,” he praises you and, god, he knows what he’s doing. crooning in appreciation, jo gently slides the loofa over the curve of your chest, just skimming your tits, letting you feel every stroke.
you inhale sharply, cheeks warming, trying so hard to contain yourself but failing. a tiny, involuntary moan slips out, broken and desperate, and he has the audacity to fucking giggle, one hand resting possessively around your waist and the other brushing your hair away from your damp face.
then, when you expect your loving, caring and considerate boyfriend to finally give you what you’ve been craving from the second you stepped inside the shower… he steps back a fraction, handing you the loofa without a word. his eyes gleam at the confused furrow of your brows, your chest still rising and falling from his suggestive provocations.
his grin is sweet and utterly devastating.
“do me next,” he says innocently, playful in the way only jojo can be, winking at you.
you swear you feel your cunt quiver and you’re already thinking about exactly how you’ll take him up on that.
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Sighhh
In the most sleepy, switchy mood imaginable.
I just want to cuddle with someone and trace circles over their tummy, laughing softly every time they squirm or giggle. I think I’d like to nom on their belly too, gentle and all playful with plenty of tickly kisses mixed in (if they’re comfy with it of course). I wanna murmur silly lil teases too, soft and sleepy but most definitely intentional. I crave that feeling of being bundled up with someone I love, soaking up their laughter.
I don’t know if I so much want tickles as much as I wanna be cooed over while I fall asleep. Maybe some cuddles too. I don’t even know if this classifies as a switch mood but WHATEVER.
