My Friend Said She Doesnt Think Taesan Would Let Go Of His Dominance Over You And Ive Been Thinking About

my friend said she doesn’t think taesan would let go of his dominance over you and i’ve been thinking about it a lot since. especially with domestic dominance .. would do the most mundane things. a hand on the small of your back whilst you’re walking next to him, his hand resting on your thigh whilst you’re sat together. moves you to walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens car doors for you. takes such good care of you without ever saying a word to you about it. never mentions things he’s doing or wants to do, he just does them without a second thought …

but in the bedroom his dominance could spiral so much, plus go from being so teasing and mean to being so sweet and loving to you. reminding you of just how much he loves you with each deep thrust he makes into you. would know exactly how to reduce you to a mess of whine, shakes and moans no matter what he’s doing. he’d always be so proud of you too, always letting out sweet whispers of praises no matter what kind of role he takes above you.

ummm i have no idea and a lot of doubts that this will reach anyone but i’m just gonna leave this here i fear…. first time posting anything like this EVER idk what happened to me suddenly 😅😅…..🤭 this was originally just in my notes cause i was feeling freaky it had nothing to do with leehan but uh… yeah! so that’s why it’s wonky

imagine you’re stroking him and edging him and you’re on your knees while he’s sitting on the couch and as you’re doing it he looks down at your hands movements and your pretty face, with a half wide open mouth realizing how you’re teasing him, reading his expressions while looking up at him you’re realizing how mind driving he looks with that expression on his face???? as

you’re pleasuring him, one hand playing with his cock while your other hand’s forearm resting on his thighs and your head leaning onto your forearm, watching as your hand moves up and down, in a steady motion, while also looking up at him, playful like look on your face, enjoying teasing him, it’s as if you’re slow movements are driving him absolutely crazy (not as if, they ARE making him go feral), like he’s gonna get off the leash any second from the pleasure, as he’s almost pleadingly saying “i’m gonna cum” with a heavy almost a moaning exhale right after, expecting the orgasm but he feels your hand movement speed decrease as those words hit your ears, a smirk lighting up on your face, it’s as if he’s about to cry - pushing his hips upwards to somehow let you know to speed up, head thrown back on the couch, his right hand gripping your hair that’s in a messy bun while the left is brought up to his face covering it, breathing heavily from all the exhaustion but pleasure at the same time.

i’m a little too fragile

ummm i have no idea and a lot of doubts that this will reach anyone but i’m just gonna leave this here i fear…. first time posting anything like this EVER idk what happened to me suddenly 😅😅…..🤭

imagine you’re stroking him and edging him and you’re on your knees while he’s sitting on the couch and as you’re doing it he looks down at your hands movements and your pretty face, with a half wide open mouth realizing how you’re teasing him, reading his expressions while looking up at him you’re realizing how mind driving he looks with that expression on his face???? as you’re pleasuring him, one hand playing with his cock while your other hand’s forearm resting on his thighs and your head leaning onto your forearm, watching as your hand moves up and down, in a steady motion, while also looking up at him, playful like look on your face, enjoying teasing him, it’s as if you’re slow movements are driving him absolutely crazy (not as if, they ARE making him go feral), like he’s gonna get off the leash any second from the pleasure, as he’s almost pleadingly saying “i’m gonna cum” with a heavy almost a moaning exhale right after, expecting the orgasm but he feels your hand movement speed decrease as those words hit your ears, a smirk lighting up on your face, it’s as if he’s about to cry - pushing his hips upwards to somehow let you know to speed up, head thrown back on the couch, his right hand gripping your hair that’s in a messy bun while the left is brought up to his face covering it, breathing heavily from all the exhaustion but pleasure at the same time.