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18+ blog, first of all. I'll post gifs and short fics/imagines here.

reader: gn pronouns, only afab. other characteristics will be added at the beginning of a fic if relevant;

if you're a cishet men you should get lost.

call me gu-chi if you wanna talk, I go by she/her pronouns.

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sub!moonbyul x dom!reader(gn) ∴ minors dni.                                                                           ∵ choking kink; pwp.

An uneasiness crept up Byul's throat — a lump that wasn't physical to swallow. Her fingers were on her neck, gliding, cold rings in contact with the effervescent skin. The index stopped to circle her fastening pulse, where the applied pressure from her digits happens as if it's unprovoked.

Byul lets out a growing sigh upon releasing, both out of lust and frustration. Because it's minimal, yet enough to bring her thighs close together, weighing her body down on the couch. The pleasure went away as quickly as the air rushed back into her lungs, leaving her core craving for more of that indirect stimulation. Her hands keep at it, still, teeth biting her lip, limiting her noises to those of breathing. Once again, she's being minimal.

Because, oh, only you could be trusted with pushing Byul over the edge. She'd be at the mercy of your hands, merely watching the colors from her vision fade and come back bluntly, requiring a huge gasp for air. The memory alone made up for her current breathlessness rather than the pressure self-applied to her neck — so much that Byul half-lidded her eyes, emulating a past state of bliss. Where pleasure almost took over consciousness. 

Immersed, she didn't hear nor see you coming in. You made sure to not startle her, settling on the couch in silence, the pillows' shift making up for an introduction. Byul blushed after noticing your presence, fingers abandoning her neck to meet your hand that caressed her thigh. She fixed her hair, glancing at anything but you, licking her lips as if they were extremely dry.

"How long have you been..." 

Byul trailed off. It was a dumb question, and she knew it; the way you looked at her was enough of an answer. 

"Long enough," you said and smiled. "Byul-ah, aren't you... Always coming up with something new," you admired. Purposely avoiding direct praise for how she was pleasuring herself — it would've just made her shyer. And there was nothing to be ashamed of on that.

"You like it?" Byul asked, insecure tone fading as your eyes devoured the place she'd been pressing on before. She elongated her neck, inviting your gaze and maybe more in.

"I didn't mention liking it," you answered sternly, fixating on a faint mark left by her slender fingers. Then on her lips, swollen from biting. Such misbehavior warranted a correction — and from the way Byul straightened her posture, mouth pursed to suppress a moan, she knew.

You proceeded to savor her neck, tracing open-mouthed kisses, taking your time while nibbling her skin and soothing the pain away with a suck. The way it's slow works as punishment; Byul being so aroused to the point of panting, feeling unbearably wet between her legs.

You pulled back to ask, "Whose hands are supposed to be here?" stressing the word as your fingers wrapped around her neck. Both thumbs traced circles while the other digits kneaded — a massage that wasn't as breathtaking as she'd like it. But it was enough to allow Byul to use her words.

"Yours. Only y-yours," she whimpered in response, inhaling loudly after speaking. That correct answer earned Byul the chokehold she craved for, your hands happily obliging to tighten the grip of her neck. She surrendered herself to the sensation, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, letting more of her skin be exposed to your domain. You almost couldn't contain yourself, finding it hard to remember that you should actually be teaching her a lesson.

It was your index finger pulling down on her chin that brought Byul back to reality. You kept hold of her neck but released the pressure, giving her a moment to regain her breath. Impatient, she grabbed your wrist, eager for your touch in a different place, being too hot and all bothered. 

"No," you simply said. Feeling generous, you ordered, "Touch yourself."

a/n: yes this is a repost, in case you’ve seen this story around already. I was a bit insecure about it so I took it down and tweaked some things. Can’t promise there’ll be a part two — hope you enjoyed this anyway. ty for taking your time to read it. <3 

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[문별] ‘C.I.T.T (Cheese in the Trap)’ Choreography Making Film

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[문별] 'ILJIDO' Performance Video

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🐹 smiley byul after her trip to jeju