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Quick post to say the next couple of weeks are about to be real shitty with the end of the semester! forewarning for all that it will reflect in my replies and/or activity orz 

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I’m close! 

Like an visible aroma of decadent allure, Daemin fell lost to the senses of his physical being, driven mad by the embrace of a seemingly limitless pleasure which in reality drew near its peak. On endless occasions, their bodies moved as one and yet not once did he grow used to the unique sensation solely caused by their colliding friction of lust and want.

“Almost there?” He breathed against her in a rhetorical tone, judging by the growing smirk painted on his lost expression hidden from her direct view as he momentarily kissed along her flushed cheek, never once halting his established rhythm. His hips moved on their own at that point, working on autopilot as the lust and need to climax took over his every whim. And while his body sought out his own release, the bits of pride still alive in his mind sought for hers, wanting to maintain his consistent performance as the mutual pursuer of peaked pleasure, where his hand returned to areas more sensitive and started the beginning to the end of their heated affair.

“Fuck, Ahreum-ah.. you’re always so tight,” The husk in his tone amplified by his current state and paired itself with particular slams in, as his fingers worked on her erected clit essentially aching for his touch. “And so fucking wet for me,” He continued with an unstable smile that he attempted to push forth yet lost against the natural expressions in response to the intensity of their seeking bodies, then ran his free fingers through her strands only to harshly pull them back with force once he jumpstarted his own pursuit to release after feeling the tingling of his lower stomach and balls tense up in the incoming surge to cum.

“Oh, fuck-- I’m, I’m gonna--” most natural tongue escaped through the sole moment of truth, where the elder pulled out just in time and latched onto himself in a fit of rubbing need, ultimately painting the woman’s abdomen with his release, expression lost to the bliss of climax as his moans ran up in pitch half muffled into the sheets as he hovered over her, breathing heavily with content.

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dyminhyung:

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to be fair, he isn’t exactly sure how he can reply because his life is as bland, as black and white as it truly can be. he studies, he studies, he studies even more until he feels like he’ll crack. “i’m just a boring person, trust me. if you ask other students they probably get up to more interesting things.” minhyung settles for saying, tapping on the arm of his chair. “school sounded fun. for you, i mean. and you’re successful now too.”

“Ahh, well maybe not fun per se.” He immediately answered with pursed lips, wanting to correct his earlier illusions of painting the few years as a carefree time of explored youth...even though it was-- but not particular the school part. “Those years as a majority were, fun but the school part was far from being fun. I mean, I enjoyed learning about things related to my ambitions but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard as hell to do.” He corrected with a satisfied nod only to immediately smile at the fact that Minhyung took the chance he threw out to practice the foreign language. The accent stayed evident but the grammar flowed with perfection and that was really all that mattered in the learning process. 

“And yes I am successful, but that doesn’t mean it was easy to get here you know? I see you, studying super hard all the time but like, for what purpose exactly? Do you like to do that 24/7?” He knew he sounded borderline ignorant of the culture surrounding their every direction, but rather chose to ignore that factor in attempts to try to impose his culture of pursuing self interests onto the young mind crippled by the weight of his top tier family name. 

And it wasn’t as if Daemin’s parents forgot their roots when raising him in the states; they were just forced to let him choose his own path given the fact of his exposure to free thinking and lack of care for dishonoring the family name. Thankfully, strong ambitions ran through the male’s blood and he took every chance to obtain his dreams and expand them further into something constantly seen as a work in progress no matter how successful he may appear. There was always more work to be done, but the factor that distinguished the two aside from a list of other more miniscule things, was choice and love. Daemin wanted to be a businessman and loved being a businessman so “work” is not work at all to him. Did the young Tan in front of him love the idea of becoming a lawyer and want to strive to be the best lawyer? 

The director sipped his coffee in contemplation of these questions, knowing he couldn’t lay his thoughts out on the table just like that, for the fear of being too mentally imposing to the stressed out child. 

“Because... either way, all work and no play leads to a shortened lifespan of depression and stress. And you, my young friend, need to play a little.” He settled on concluding with instead, as he set his mug down onto the table. 

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dywheejun:

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Daemin & @dywheejun – Future Regrets

Another successful speech check convincing of Kwon Wheejun to step foot out of the comfortable confines of his apartment. The air of the club was hot and the music stale, but a few more drinks circulating the bloodstream, the designer was on two feet, shedding a thick coat and dancing as if two feet weren’t both left. 

A mind, cloudy, ordered curious hands upon the temptingness of the elder’s body, the delicious tone of their arms, tracing thick ink in the intricate patterns they were permanently marked, ‘When did you get these?’ and their mouths roll off a foreign tongue: English– Wheejun’s still got it.

Someway, somehow, two leave the club, intoxication thick on their psyches, with the agreed bright idea of one body gaining another piece of the puzzle and the other, a blank canvas, a virgin, to pop his tattoo cherry. ~*~ “Yah,” A sigh, relived from the harsh cold of the elements, “What kind of corny shit are you going on about?”

Sight, scent, and hearing: men tattooed from head to toe, the unidentified flavor of air freshener, and the buzz of machines singing in a harmonious tune.

The unexperienced stays behind, allows the other to do his thing, work a silver tongue, with the woman behind the counter Daemin’ll probably try to chat up. Tattooed, dyed locks, and pierced features– his type, Wheejun guesses. Wheejun, who still hasn’t a clue where and what he’ll be forever staining his body.

The only incentive fueling Daemin’s slick tongue regarding the similar features female behind the front counter was his frequent visits there resulting in a familiar exchange of smiles and the inside jokes, contrary to the popular belief that the businessman took every opportunity to chat up beautiful women. With the influence of cheap drinks in his system, maybe the case would take a different turn, but in his current mission, getting Wheejun tatted was his primary goal. 

“Okay, so my friend here is looking to get his first tattoo, and I’ll add to mine too so he doesn’t feel alone or whatever,” He officially began with a glance back to Wheejun, smile toothy and playful just as the manager walked up due to the sudden lively commotion.

“There’s a familiar face I haven’t seen in a while.” Jaehyung began in reference to Wheejun’s presence, happy to know he wasn’t hallucinating upon hearing their voice a moment ago. Purposely being unspecific with eyes trained onto his old toy surprisingly left him in the clear since Daemin claimed the target and went on about the multiple visits here after finding the place. Jaehyung cut him off again as he leaned onto the counter, loose undershirt exposing his many tattoos as he questioned the quiet stylist. “First tattoo huh? You don’t seem like the type, but we’ve got a bunch of small starter ideas for you to choose from.” He never took snow white for being a tattoo type, but based on the pair’s current mindset, Jaehyung knew regrets were in store. He motioned his clerk to pull out the consenting paperwork with a turn to go set up, and gave one last glance to the two of them before his temporary leave of their sights.

A quick fill out of simple paperwork left Daemin flipping through a book of small tattoo ideas. “These are all pretty simple and general, like this guy’s a fashion expert. What’s something fashion related he could get?” The clerk went on to offer top brand ideas such as CoCo Chanel and Gucci, triggering Daemin to start singing an American rap song relating to the particular high fashion logo. 

“Gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang...”

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daemindy: 

 “You like that?” 

 The worst part of being so used to being on top, it’s so hard to picture having someone to control you. Call it a kink of whatever, but Ahreum who can dominate and intimidate any man found herself letting this man dominate her. It was a surprise. A guilty pleasure of some sort. It was supposed to be a simple flirting. One night stand. A small encounter. Then it became something more. More than just a want, but a need. A bad deed that would make her uncle lose his mind. His favorite niece is done playing with the good boys. She found a bad boy that makes her get on her knees.  One that pulls on her hair and pushes her to the edge of intense pleasure.

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You missed me, huh? 

“Of course hun,” His words were genuine and her following moans seemed to flow right through his being, sending shivers down his spine as the tingling of pleasure in his lower stomach  blossomed with inspiration to seek more, claim more, elicit more from the pilot being grounded in her physical form and elevated through her mental being.  

Her expressions fell just barely short of being completely lost and it was exactly it that pushed him harder, kept him going for lengths and lengths of rolling hips, snapping into her frame like a repeating spring invading need. 

Rumbling groans escape from deep in his throat at her tightening walls squeezing harder around him mid-kiss, and he muffles a curse against her lips between the fervor of their eager mouths and follows up with some harsher slams in, the breathtaking endeavor now freeing him to properly embed his girth within her, forcing a shapely path of his own design to remold the structure of her quivering walls each time the director expertly gyrated his hips in harder motions. 

More baritone rumbles escape his throat with her teasing licks and hot whispers, pushing him to spread her legs wide and crank his hips up a notch, in a way that buried his cock tip to base every time in a sweat inducing fashion. The ringing of pelvis to pelvis collisions echoed the spacious bedroom, with the occasional  pause for breathy curses and hungry neck bites all while his hands moved on auto pilot, predictable behavior moving from his favorite spots of softer flesh where majority of which resulted in his handfuls of her bouncing breasts with  erected buds on the receiving ends of insistent pinching.

Oh, he missed his darling Ahreum alright.

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yinady:

daemin.

Daemin & @yinady· – Private Meetings

there are emblems of war and strife that tell the moral of look like the flower but be the serpent under it, and yina adopts this same recommendation of physical camouflage and applies it to the modern woman. that’s why she passes through the halls of her hallowed family legacy looking like the trophy wife, the pristine daughter, the perfect catch, clacking a morse code of prestige into the halls with her red-bottomed shoes. she’s all long black coat, curled blonde hair, the poised, pristine posture of a girl who knows that her name is written in blood into the ledger of guest lists and headlines. 

(and what happens when you peel back the flower, stretch out petals to find the stem? slash the tie, drop the coat, and there’s barely anything left – it’s all immaculate skin and little else; silk and lace, perfume and imported french garters).

she takes the conference room with barren but believable explanation, because a girl like that only lies with exaggeration when there’s fun in extremity (and the amusement here is the blindness the staff shares to the lack of clothing and manifest of parisian lingerie beneath her coat). there’s been little pretense between herself and daemin since the inception of their hands-on relationship, and there’s certainly none now, in the succinct way she had sent out for him and he’d come without argument. yet she can’t help the setting of a scene and playing to it, the acting of coyness when daemin enters the room. it’s in her nature to enjoy a game, and when he shuts the door behind them yina settles from her place standing to sit against the edge of the table.

“are you? i hadn’t noticed.” her voice is all fawn-casualty, nonchalant and high as she cants her head slowly to watch his gait. it’s a walk that has something predatory in it, and she is waiting to have teeth sunk into her. “i only just got here myself - i haven’t even had a chance to take my coat off yet.” yina’s mouth curls at the sides, smoke rising. her eyes are on his now, and she gives him only challenge in the innuendo of their haze. her hands don’t reach to touch him as he arrives in front of her, and instead stays as she is, palms leaned back against the oak. you said it was urgent? “it is,” her voice is lowered, a whisper with syrup. “i’m afraid i’m in a rather awful predicament.”

An expensive coat hid everything but the slim legs spread with open acceptance of his predating form, and he couldn’t escape the airy chuckle that resulted from her response to his initial questioning. “A rather sexy predicament indeed...” His tone dropped down to one masked with husk the moment he freed her form of the guarded winter wear, exposing that beautiful body all dolled up in intricate lace and inviting silk, to which he immediately claimed control of, strong grips attached to the softness of her sides with an immediate lean closer that left him inches from her lips.

“Is this all for me?” He whispered in his lowered tone, with a gaze unsettling from her own to her lips while his hands crept up her body with targets sighted on the swells of her breast wrapped up in cute little presents of lace that he purposely fingered through first in efforts to tease and kickstart the meter of lustful need he planned on pushing past its max limit. While one hand worked at a breast soon freed with his expert fingers, the other massaged every exposed inch of her warm skin along with the interconnected lingerie he seem to really be enjoying with how the elder snapped the various pieces and seemed to smile against her lips before his avoidance of fully connecting them, the sensual task of locked lips that would most certainly send him to a feverish state of an intense need. 

Daemin wished to keep that side of him at bay for as long as possible for now due to the fact that this flower bloomed so vibrantly for him, prepared so beautifully that he had to take some time to worship her every cell; his lips far from her own to instead claim his predatory lick down her neck, testing the alluring taste that followed in hand with her enticing aroma. Daemin dedicated little moments to praising her skin with his hungry lips and prepping tongue, essentially appreciating every feature she had to offer from her perfect skin to the perk of her breasts, erected buds receiving their few extra seconds of mouthing attention due to his own personal nature of thoroughly enjoying the feminine necessities.

And further down past her tensing stomach to the root of the flower itself, he enjoyed the sight for just a brief moment before he could get to work in eliciting her nectar, one that began with teasing flicks through guarded silk gates, that he would soon break down with ease for full access to her quivering center. He’d eaten a brief lunch that day with no expectation of having the delightfully tasty snack the businessman’s tongue unhesitatingly claimed.

With one arm wrapped around her thigh, he massaged the limb constantly while holding her open for access to allow his mouth the best of working conditions with fingers aiding to the entire watering. Daemin’s tongue was the watering can, preparing for the garden hose to later come by drawing out a wetness from her dewy petals. He aided his suffocating work with the occasional breath away, only to continue on in serving the woman’s most sensitive parts with expert fingers coated in her natural wetness and teasing her every bit. The focus centered to her budding stem, first drawn back and teased with eager fingers, only to be enveloped by suckling lips, altering the essential change of attention from mouth to clit and fingers to entrance. An escaped groan rang against her flesh from his own unsettling beginning to unfold, too overwhelmingly enjoying her taste and reaction a bit over the edge to keep himself at bay for much longer, but still insistently pumping wriggling digits in and out of clenching walls in efforts to make her force a change of pace if needed.

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Daemin & @dyahreum​ -- Guilty Pleasures

Drawn curtains at the post midnight hour invited the reflection of the moon down onto the tangled bodies adjacent to the floor to ceiling windows that oversaw the city’s busy nightlife...

With his torso pressed to her back in the descent down onto her bent over body, Daemin combed his fingers through her hair during a sudden pause from his earlier gyrating hips, to create some sort of softer illusion of possibly slowing down his eager efforts. 

“You like that?” 

The heated whisper mouthed against her ear signaled another kickstart of thrusting hips, grinding harshly against her flushed lower cheeks that he reclaimed with both palms in order to better spread them apart and have a look at the way his cock disappeared so effortlessly within her. With multiple slaps to her ass, half lost to the pleasure of her enveloping heat to really assess the strength of his hits, he compensated with immediate massages while his pace slowly increased with fervor and decreased in calculated control. 

His groans ran deep in response to the way her walls embraced his shaft with ample welcome that he attempted to lift her ass up for a more direct access which in turn bent her further over-- only to irritate him with the fact that he grew bored of seeing her backside. 

With a maneuver of limbs, bringing her opposite leg over his shoulder which flipped the beloved Tan back onto her backside, Daemin could once again see her disconnected expressions as he fucked the breath out of his lover for the current night, of many previous nights, and for many more to come. While one arm held her leg in place, a quick lick of his thumb in turn contributed to her added pleasure once he directed the wet digit to the center of immediate response that most men are said to have trouble finding, half for the sake of ensuring a mutually pleasurable experience, half for the sake of eliciting his favorite sounds of her struggling pleasure.

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Daemin & @dyminhyung​ -- A Whole New World

The achievement of becoming a successful businessman didn’t exactly paint an imagine of giving inspiring talks to prospering young minds in interconnected high schools, but Daemin’s personal manager insisted on him taking this offer to better practice his public speaking and also in personal hopes of warming the director’s heart with the sight of budding young adults actually looking up to him for guidance. He reluctantly took the offer and generally prepared for each live event, where he ended up getting very deep and personal about his life and possible mistakes and regrets, actually sharing quite a lot with the wide eyed seniors politely listening to him go on from what started as a polite tone and ended more casual and matter-of-fact. Daemin took questions and offered insight and advice to a few braver students and after each talk, the director thanked them for their time and stayed a bit after for any personal questions or comments afterwards.

The last high school he attended exposed him to a dynasty product, not necessarily an heir but definitely a son maybe to the Lee’s that he’d previously sought out for judicial connections. Every businessman needs a good lawyer and it so happens that Daemin chose to invest in the Lee’s for the possibility of any compromising future events, which ultimately allowed the encounter of probably the youngest Lee to his older self, and later created something mutually rewarding for a young intuitive mind and an insightful and wise mind.

“You’re that Lee kid right? I thought this was a business class...what’s a future lawyer doing in here?” 

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“So what do you do besides studying anyways?” He spoke to the kid in his foreign tongue, purposely trying to draw out a response of the like, as he sipped his coffee in steady thinking of how much this kid probably has hanging on his shoulders. 

“Like, what do seniors do in these parts when they’re done studying for exams, or is that not a thing in this country?” He went on as he rested his ankle to his opposite knee, leaning back in the chair to the cafe they currently took refuge in. “I remember shoving all my books aside to go hang out with my college friends at their college parties. Learned a lot through experience those years, it feels like yesterday...” He blinked away invisible tears with a chuckle and glanced back to the skinny boy, hoping to get some sort of interesting response out of him. 

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Daemin & @dynari -- An Unusual Audience

Documented reasons of establishing photography connections gave Daemin the current visitor’s tag hanging around his neck at the high end photo shoot for a brand he knew nothing about. The honest truth of the businessman’s presence follow the general wish to meet models and establish connections of various sorts with them, just to say he has gorgeous model friends or even to possibly jumpstart a future commercial ad campaign that he could possibly persuade any of these professionally attractive friends to feature on for him. 

Plans like those were only in budding stages however, so the obvious black sheep of the flock currently wandered around the set in his business casual attire doing exactly what he planned on doing by coming here: to meet models. 

He approached a couple of them initially who weren’t immediately scared away but still found his presence confusing as they listened to him half compliment, half ramble on about how neat the entire shoot was. Both times were struck down with avoiding nods and polite smiles before he could even work the conversation to a direction of exchanging contacts, so he kept on in his witnessing and found a third victim of a more youthful allure that kept him at bay while she worked. In the meantime, he sent the occasional text to some colleagues and  sprang up a few conversations with the interns which passed time until he could speak with the current model on set.

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Daemin & @yinady​ -- Private Meetings

Calm steps taken in Italian loafers deflected the general eye away from his directed stance, with only a simple nod to the receptionist that now knew him by appearance with his frequenting trips to the particular dynasty building. Daemin liked to pretend that he didn’t know how he managed to get involved with dynasty’s heiress, but aside from his current thought process which followed a more graphic display of what he planned to do to her (which surprisingly didn’t show in his slim fit attire of navy blue dress pants), came a tucked away memory of what truly caused the entire fiasco of conference room lovers. 

Being the new money in town from a completely foreign entity of business in its entirety, Daemin knew he needed to build connections with the land of dynasties ruling over the country’s elites. By establishing partners and possible investors within the various dynasties, essentially rooting him at the lowest possible stance of connections (something’s better than nothing), it would get him a start on the long climb to the top. What he hadn’t expected but wholeheartedly encouraged with open arms, was a connection of entirely different reasons that promised him a lot more pleasure in the form Song Yina, the latter half to their sexual arrangements. 

Flash forward to the present, and the camera zooms out from the businessman’s hand gently shutting the door behind himself with the initial take of the modern conference room, touched with the finest of furnishings from the broad oak table to the wide tower windows allowing an abundance of natural light to reflect off the polished surfaces. The interior design was indeed awe inspiring, but Daemin felt his eyes narrow to the feminine figure that summoned him in the first place, truly unable to tear his gaze away now that he had her in his sights. 

“I’m sorry, it appears I’m a  t a d  bit early to this executive meeting...You said this was urgent?” A small smirk crept its way to the corner of his lips as he awaited a response during his slow walk over to close the distance between them, phone discarded on the table somewhere along the way.

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Daemin & @dywheejun --  Future Regrets

The need for an opinion from a conveniently perfect person recently placed within his life, lead to a night he hadn’t expected to be so wildly exciting given the seemingly reserved nature of his guest for the evening.  Kwon Wheejun didn’t exactly scream fun drinking partner at first glance, but the results of shameless intermingling among a crowd of those alike both with and without the establishment’s owner urging him on an arm length’s away settled any boring assumptions he may have had left about the stylist. Of course a thought process this articulate wouldn’t pass the businessman’s mind say until the next morning, but in his current state of haze and alcoholic disruption, anything was possible with the extended lengths their drunken chatting flew to.

The topic of drinking lead to dancing and with dancing lead to experiences, and from experiences came the stories of each tattoo littering Daemin’s body, and then the suggestion for Wheejun to get some of his own, with Daemin’s heavy excitement used for further encouragement to the influenced latter. 

“Bro, seriously I’ll get one with you-- like tattoos are fun and better when you’re drunk anyway, it hurts way less--!”

And before they knew it, the pair fought the cold in the Itaewon streets in search of a parlor Daemin frequented in the local area, as if he knew the best tattoo places in each district by heart. 

“After you, man. Take it all in, be the first to  b r e a t h e  in the blood, sweat, and tears that is body art--” He cut himself off laughing at his own cheesy lines, as he held the door open upon locating the place.

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Hey guys! I’m Mika, the person behind Daemin here. He’s your average big headed new money type rich boy, that mostly made it big on his own? You know, besides the fact that his family is considered wealthy and loaded with connections...anywho! I have a wanted connections page here, and a profile page up, as well as a crappy about that gives you the general overview of his life. But if your attention span is as tiny as mine, here’s a bulleted list to get you started

oh and like this if u want me to hit you up

he’s from LA but has been to korea enough times to fit in nicely (along with his parents strict upbringing) now that he’s there permanently

29 year old single father of two (one girl one boy) + a cat

business owner of a vitamin brand, aromatherapy brand, and an organic fragrance collection

he recently bought a gay night club he had originally invested in because he wanted something fun to incorporate into his work life

his personality includes being a smartass, mixing pleasure with everything, and being unperceptive to what anyone has to say unless it genuinely interests him... aka he will find other shit to do if you’re boring him

he works out a LOT