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I LOVE THAT NOSE SCRUNCH HEAD SHAKE THING HE DOES 😭

210729 — YOUNG K ‘summer special stage’ fancam

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take urself out every now and then — just you and no one else.

#streetsville

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day6_kisstheradio: 🌙 210720 키스더라디오 데키라디바 전속모델을 공개합니다 초딩들의 우상✨ #데이식스 #영케이 남들과 다른 Hip함을 갖고싶다면 지금 바로 주문해주세요 문자번호 샵8910 #키스더라디오 #데키라 #영디

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via volumeup891 instagram

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this looks like my high school male friend group

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when ppl ask who my ideal type is, I just tell them to search up brian kang or dean

#dean #deantrbl #day6 #youngk

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there’s something about brian in blazers and trench coats

#youngk #day6

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i spent june watching horror films while living a fantasy

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the past month for me was absolutely beautiful — I finally understand the whole “don’t be sad it ended; be glad it happened” fiasco —

in another life or another time 🐝

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whats ur filthiest fantasy?

That someone actually stays in my life and loves me unconditionally lmao

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catch up 

Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.

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shirt says it all.

let us avert our eyes to the milky-ness of his wrist.

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I’ve been staring at the last gif for 5 minutes

memories of wembley (35/?) ⌙ he do be vibin’

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Hyuk had only ever seen her naked once.

Each time they made love, she preferred wrapping the sheets around them and always pressed his body close to hers.

The first time, she let him see all of her though she quickly closed her legs together when he brushed a soft finger on her womanhood. He could still remember it now — the hot air against his ear as she clasped around him; every fibre of her being holding back her screams as to not wake up the plastic neighbour across the street who, in his opinion, mowed the grass on his lawn too short.

Hanji hadn’t realized that the bathroom door had opened on its own in the middle of her shower. Her husband heard the soft click of the doorknob’s unlatching, and averted his eyes from the laundry he was folding to the small crack of the door.

The pitter-patter of the hot water drops and the steam escaping the narrowness.

Hyuk stood from his knees, wiping the lint balls from the laundry on his own sweatpants. He stood at the bathroom door, and was about to shut the space until he caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror.

The iced glass of the shower misted the perfect silhouette of her figure — her curves in all the right places; the small perfectly imperfect rolls on her stomach and the dimples on her back.

And before he knew it, Hyuk had shut the door. But behind him. He breathed heavily as he watched her movements through the glass; her back turned to him —

Running her hands with sutsy water down her sides, the bubbles of shampoo streaming down her back. He could have sworn he heard her sigh.

Hanji always forgot to take off her anklet before her shower and the metal jingled softly with each movement.

He balled his fist at the hem of his tshirt, his tall nose twitching at the scent of her Tahitian coconut body wash which would linger in their bed all night.

He rid himself slowly of his fabrics and placed a gently hand on the glass door. It amazed him how long she hadn’t noticed his presence.

The click of the glass made her stop her notions, and with her hair drenched, she turned to face him.

Hanji had seen him bare even in her dreams.

She never imagined him as someone who would be hesitant in displaying himself for he had the body of a Greek sculpture carved in marble from the Classical age.

“May I help you?”

She asked him tauntingly though she knew exactly what he wanted.

They had never made love anywhere else than their bed but Hyuk would be lying if she denied having any thought of her in different positions just for him.

With no word, he grabbed her by the neck — not too harshly but enough to assert his dominance — and placed an open mouthed kiss on her wet face.

She melted into him, placing her arms around his now naked torso, feeling the growing bulge in between in his legs.

She thanked heavens that the water disguised her own wetness, as she lapped up his taste and he the same.

Pushing her against the tiled wall, Hyuk raised a leg to wrap around his waist, getting even more intimate. He attacked her neck with suckled kisses as she couldn’t help but grind herself on him.

“Oh how dirty.”

He whispered into her ear, not talking about the intention of a shower but her intentions with him.

Hanji smiled teasingly, licking the plum blossom ink blot tattoo of his neck before biting the lobe of his right ear.

He slipped inside her, a feeling she was all too familiar too but noticed even less due to the wetness of the shower.

A jack rabbit. A massage chair.

He usually teased her slowly — rousing every part of her to encourage her begs. Only this time, he couldn’t wait and he thrust himself inside her over and over again.

Her walls clamped down on him, moaning loudly as he hit her sweet spot endlessly.

A bell. The kind you ring at the receptionist’s desk.

He rang it repeatedly, her head pressing against the wall as her eyes rolled back.

He could tell by her opened mouth that this felt like something unlike the other times. And he would love her forever to just to see it again.

The glass and mirrors now steamy from both the water and the sex in the air.

And he finished inside her, her shower time extending just to clean up all over again.

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spin off of the Daeul series - hyuk and hanji (oc)

#dean #deantrbl #kwon hyuk #deanfluenza #fanfic #original character #fictional