[1ustfuls]

Min-su ( @blaceyes ) : [ hotel ] our muses have sex in a hotel + Se-mi.

Ahead of him as you enter, Lightly biting lip to a smile, The room was nice, not too big or too small, but perfectly balanced with the stillness of the city at night applying to the mood of the dim lighting. a hotel room? not even one bit of thought of going to one ever crossed your thought, really affording it was out the window, So the gesture was . . . new territory, a grand one that you couldn’t react to but a surprise, (A good one of course) —already pulling him in and wrapping arms around his neck with a more excited smile, “ You really went all out.” couldn’t help but close the gap with a quiet urgency, truly alone in a space to freely enjoy their time, cherish every second of this space that he clearly had put effort to affording.

It doesn’t last too long till you pull him for a kiss, always the one making the first move, But this time it was slow and deeply passionate, A thank you without saying it translated in the kiss, as digits naturally ran through the back of his hair, and walking back as if you already knew how close the bed was. breaking just in the slightest second to catch a breath followed by a smile and brushing nose against his that soon enough followed with more passes of kisses. Not restraining from pulling him to lead once you felt the back of your legs reach the bed. Her hands now travelling to grip his shirt to pull him down you while you laid to the freshly made bed, —as if welcoming you both— and letting him press on top of you,

“You don’t have to wait on me okay” faint tremor in breath as you mumble between deepened kisses. felt like a plead and also approved any kind of permission for him, Charged with urgency to be the one to lead but wanting to almost welcome him to spoil you, letting his gesture of this hotel room as an extension to surrender to anything he wanted to do, and as sure of the excitement you felt rushing through your body right now, “I mean it.” barely a whisper

[bruiseables]

The thing he feared most about the gesture was that she’d find it stupid,　perhaps the kind of romance they just weren’t suited for.　Se-mi is foreign terrain,　and sheer thought of it all terrifies him.　He is no fairy tale prince.　He knows this,　he knows this well,　too-well;　it is difficult to envision himself as anything beyond a stain or a pebble or the creeping wave of anxiety manifested into human form.　Se-mi sees good in him,　a good that Min-su will never comprehend.　God forbid he oversteps,　makes baseless assumption about the depth of their relationship that renders her uncomfortable.　It’s…　maybe it’s bad,　but he feels terrified to touch her in the first place.　Perpetual inkling that he will do something wrong,　desecrate her with the intensity of his ardor.　Maybe the entirety of his wrongness stems from obsequious gesture　/　you are a fool,　Min-su　/　you have saved your money and blown it all on a gesture you can hardly will yourself to follow through on.　Wanting her too much and suffering the consequences.　What an idiot,　that Min-su is.

❛❛　Do you like it?　❜❜　Head picks up,　finally talking a good look at the room for himself amidst the quiet echo of mouse-voice;　nervous wreck embodiment amidst the booking process,　hardly able to keep his eyes on the screen through entering his card information.　Damn shameful to want her so much,　and maybe that was a problem,　too.　He has elevated Se-mi far too high onto aureate pedestal,　mutated her inhuman with intensity of his idolatry.　It’s nice,　the room is,　and he is at least comforted by that knowledge.　The money was well spent.　The bed looks pristine　(it should,　shouldn’t it?　Fuck,　is he overthinking this?　What gave it away?　He wants to rip his fucking skin off),　everything looks pristine.　Still,　he struggles with the understanding that this is really happening.　Her smile makes it all worth it.

Then she’s kissing him,　and his process of respiration becomes voluntary:　eyes widen first before forcing shut,　trying to kiss her back in the best way he knows how.　Approximation and replication of what he’s seen played out in pixels on-screen,　blue-light tint from his laptop screen shone onto blank mien at the latest hours past a shitty shift at work.　This is so much fucking better.　A dream come true for every pitiful specimen he resembles.　Se-mi can do so much fucking better.　Her fingers in his hair,　then,　a nuzzle of noses met at the tips,　affection injected into every action and every touch.　Never in his life has he been loved like this,　he’s already decided.　Then she goes down,　and he is dragged along with her,　and it really radiates the same frequency of shitty,　illicit porno vids.　

❛❛　I just…　❜❜　So many fucking things.　Too many fucking things,　really.　Whirlwind of thoughts compete for equal space in his competency,　some resembling bad-faith actors desperate to sabotage this miracle of an opportunity.　Fight for her,　Min-su.　❛❛　I don’t want to do it wrong.　Anything,　I mean.　I really like you,　Se-mi.　❜❜　Mouth overloaded by saliva forces a pause in his rambling.　He swallows,　tilting his head down,　scrappy fringe falling in his eyes as he looks down to her.　❛❛　I don’t want to ruin anything.　❜❜　Fork in an outlet,　or fucking something to quell this apprehension.　Have a habit of ruining everything　⸻　every catastrophe’s itinerary seems to bear the imprint of his face.

[bruiseables]

The least he could do is stop pretending.　About what this is,　between the two of them　⸻　half a mind in feigning a want for each other’s presence in non-salacious context,　where Min-su has crawled his way atop Nam-gyu with practiced precision　⸻　or perhaps about who he is.　At any rate,　Min-su sees him through,　feels his own brows knit together in bitter melange of confirmation and resentment.　His knee pins between Nam-gyu’s legs,　infuriated by the knowledge that he is the only one capable of provoking him into action like this.　Nothing else has come close;　not the suffocation of earnest affection that flourishes in his chest with no exit wound in sight,　not the anguish born of a life neglected.　He resents him,　then,　for having such a dramatic effect on him,　forcibly prying him from the shell forged for the world’s sake.　Fucking bastard.

You’ll never know how much I hate you.　&　drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver. +reverse　⌖　@124player

As fucking if.　He’s made it abundantly clear,　through leveraging their slight physical disparity or mere litany of crass insults hurled from toxin-tipped tongue.　Min-su gives slightest shake of his head as his visage warps with annoyance.　Burrowed beneath his skin,　a home to lay claim to　/　Nam-gyu has imprinted on him,　like a bruise or a brand.　❛❛　Just shut up.　❜❜　He speaks flatly,　indistinctly,　emotion kept behind lock and key.　Perhaps this sweet adversary of his does not warrant it nor deserve it.

Other knee shifts to occupy empty couch-space by Nam-gyu’s hip,　where he may now straddle his thigh.　Chose friction.　Do something to get his mind off of the miserable in between.　In due time,　Min-su will tear the other’s clothes off,　fumble with tee hems and constricting pants with those useless digits of his.　He will leave as many layers on himself as he can muster,　and he will neither revel in the satisfaction nor summon pity for such a hypothetically vulnerable role,　a position he has shoved Nam-gyu into.　But for now they are equally clothed,　and for now he resents how clad up in fabric they both are.　

Shut up,　stupid Nam-gyu.　For once,　Min-su takes action,　instead of allowing the world to pass him by.　Svelte digits,　momentarily,　find themselves at Nam-gyu’s neck.　Tracing down the column,　thumbpad pressing slight pressure into his larynx.　Maybe he wouldn’t be capable of strangling him,　but fucking hell does the compulsion overwhelm him regardless.　The thought rattles him,　and he sheepishly retracts his hands like the worthless coward he is.　Pivot to new plan,　then.　Saliva swishes around in his forced-shut mouth,　dancing over his tongue.　He scowls,　leans forward,　and holds Nam-gyu’s eyes.　Searching for something within them,　exact details he cannot define.　Fingers at the hollows of opposite’s cheeks prop his lips apart,　and,　with love,　Min-su spits into his mouth,　looking down upon him with absolute contempt.

[bruiseables]

Answering prompts tomorrow get ready.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿.

[ bed ] our muses have sex in a bed [ shower ] our muses have sex in a shower [ car ] our muses have sex in the back of a car / on the hood of a car [ table ] our muses have sex on a table [ whirlpool ] our muses have sex in a whirlpool [ bar ] our muses have sex at a bar [ tent ] our muses have sex in a tent in the backyard or campsite [ movie theater ] our muses have sex during a movie playing in the theater [ hotel ] our muses have sex in a hotel [ bathtub ] our muses have sex in a bathtub [ dressing room ] our muses have sex in a dressing room at a store [ kitchen counter ] our muses have sex on top of the kitchen counter [ washing machine ] our muses have sex on top of a washing machine [ office ] our muses have sex in an office [ parking lot ] our muses have sex in an empty parking lot [ elevator ] our muses have sex in an elevator [ airplane ] our muses have sex on an airplane [ public restroom ] our muses have sex in a public restroom [ beach ] our muses have sex on a beach [ sauna ] our muses have sex in a sauna [ pool ] our muses have sex in a swimming pool ( public or private ) [ ferris wheel ] our muses have sex while riding a ferris wheel [ barn ] our muses have sex in a barn [ church ] our muses have sex in a church [ cornfield ] our muses have sex in a cornfield [ boat ] our muses have sex on a boat / ship / ferry [ gym ] our muses have sex at a gym [ party ] our muses have sex at a party [ taxi ] our muses have sex in the back of a taxi / uber [ strip club ] our muses have sex in a strip club [ trampoline ] our muses have sex on top of a trampoline [ train ] our muses have sex while riding the train [ concert ] our muses have sex at a concert [ rooftop ] our muses have sex on a rooftop [ garage ] our muses have sex in a garage [ forest ] our muses have sex in a forest [ classroom ] our muses have sex in an ( empty ) classroom [ igloo ] our muses have sex in an igloo [ couch ] our muses have sex on the couch [ office chair ] our muses have sex in an office chair

[bruiseables]

@teddaby,　Jun-hee　⌖　[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

Jun-hee contains multitudes.　It’s a stupid fucking way to put it;　she contains beauty,　of course,　and a cool detachment that makes you want to chase her more.　Most importantly,　she’s yours,　embraced in a relationship that indicates some measure of who she belongs to.　You,　man who has never been able to own anything,　who has known dissatisfactory childhood conditions rocketing you into immense desire to make something of yourself.　Bringing home money,　stability,　having someone or something to provide for as means of bolstering your own ego.　You really fucking love her for that,　that among a lot of things　—　that she seems to need you just as much as you (want to) need her,　that your relationship is a marker of status,　a blemish to be left upon the earth.　You are a good boyfriend.　You kiss her and hold her and tenderly stroke her face,　petting her hair whenever her countenance shifts with the implications of emotions you don’t know how to handle.　Or maybe it’s a lack of desire to handle them.　You can never tell the difference.

Right now,　she’s gorgeous.　She’s clad in only your t-shirt,　which envelops her frame just enough to entice you　(not that you’ve ever been the heftiest guy　/　the pitiful little thing punched down onto by those above him in the pecking order　/　you knew things would be different,　one day,　when you had money and status).　She makes you feel better about yourself,　and maybe you should feel worse about that fact.　You don’t.　“Pretty girl,”　you coo,　lining yourself up with her entrance.　Force of your hips invites you within,　and sharp inhale delineates your already-blooming pleasure.　“All mine, jagiya.”　You love Jun-hee,　obviously.　These opportunities her mere presence affords you means the world;　sweet little thing to rely on you,　be it money or attention,　someone to look after her.　You are a good boyfriend.　Maybe you could even see a real future with her.　A family.

[bruiseables]

@heartrites,　Sami　⌖　[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

He still thinks he’s dreaming,　he has to be,　the type where even segment of skin pinched betwixt thumb and forefinger can do little to stir him from the fantasy.　Tatta’s thought the scenario through a thousand times over,　haze of his consciousness drifting about the blisses,　the flutter of his heart-beat,　the warmth of her skin pressed against his where they’d already had the foresight to disrobe　⸻　illusory,　glittering with the roseate flush of lust.　Akin to the saturation that had already suffused across Sami’s cheeks.　Yeah,　he really has been dreaming of this.　His head reels back slightly,　star-struck with blinding fondness as he greedily drinks in beauteous features.　Lip drops down,　fumbling with a shaky breath in taking the place of his dialogue,　already forgotten.　Peal of laughter erupts　⸻　he’s such an idiot,　really,　without a clue as to why she wastes her time with him　⸻　and rapacious palms shift from their hold at her hips,　pitiful attempt at guiding how she,　nestled onto his lap,　grinds against him.　And he grinds up into her,　too,　simultaneously cursing the thin layers of fabric gating them from one another and blessing their intervention.　Hell only knows how quickly he’d finish off otherwise.　Embarrassing,　really.　So he’ll savor this for all it’s worth and then some.　❛❛　Aha,　you’re,　❜❜　with a lapse,　stifled groan sneaking out as need and want flicker sharply through his arousal,　❛❛　so beautiful.　You know—　you know that,　right?　❜❜

[absolmemes]

☾ intimacy action prompts.

some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.

[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.

[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.

[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.

[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.

[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.

[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.

[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.

[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.

[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.

[stay.] sender plays with receiver's hair while being cockwarmed by them.

[bruiseables]

Me vs uncontrollable urge to make my muses perverts

[kysluts]

missionary so i can pause to cup his face and tell him how pretty he looks while he’s all needy and fucked up and dumbed out.

[bruiseables]

Min-su

Myung-gi

Alright bye 🚶‍♂️

[absolmemes]

☾ lustful action prompts.

a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.

[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.

[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.

[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.

[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.

[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.

[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.

[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.

[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.

[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.

[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.

[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.

[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.

[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.

[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.

[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.

[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.

[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.

[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.

[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.

[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.

[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.

[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.

[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.

[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.

[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.

[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.

[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.

[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.

[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.

[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.

[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.

[bruiseables]