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The question sparked a heat low in your belly, though you were shocked. Slap him?

Before Intak, your sex life had been... fine. A little boring and predictable but alright.

Since being with him, he’d introduced you to a whole new world of pleasure. Nothing too extreme, but far from the vanilla you were used to.

Each new discovery had felt like uncovering a hidden layer within yourself, filled with surprising desires. You never thought you'd be into being the dominant one, but he brought it out of you so easily.

This, though? This was new territory.

You weren't opposed. Not exactly. But nervous? Absolutely. What if you hurt him? What if you did it wrong? What if it killed the mood, shattered this incredible connection you’d been building?

"Intak..." you started, your voice shaky.

He instantly softened, reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "Hey. No pressure. Seriously, none. If it freaks you out, forget I said it. It’s just... a thought." His thumb brushed your skin, his eyes earnest. "You never have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Ever."

His reassurance, the priority he placed on your comfort over his own desire, quelled some of your fears

You were overcome with a new determination to meet him in this strange, new place. You looked into his warm, expectant eyes and saw the flicker of hope he couldn't quite hide.

"No," you whispered, finding your voice again. "I... I want to try it."

His eyes widened, pure joy flooding his face. His lips curved into a dazzling, almost disbelieving smile that forced one onto your own.

He looked so happy, so utterly grateful, that in that moment, you knew you’d move mountains for him if he wanted you to. You’d never deny him anything that could put that light in his eyes.

He didn't mention the topic again.

But when you were alone, you researched. You watched endless videos, read forums filled with discussions about different techniques and angles and pressure. You were still nervous but now you were buzzing with anticipation, especially at the memory of his happy smile.

A week later, Intak lay sprawled beneath you on the bed, his dark eyes wide and fixed on you with adoration. His cock was buried deep inside you as your hips rolled in slow, deep circles that dragged your clit delicious against his base.

Then you lifted yourself almost entirely off, hovering for a second before sinking back down onto his length with a sharp gasp that mirrored his choked groan. You kept the rhythm, up and down, then grinding again as you used his body for your pleasure.

His mouth hung open, soft whines and breathy whimpers escaping him. His eyes were glued to the hypnotic bounce of your titts above him, hands gripping your waist, fingers digging in slightly with each deep thrust you took.

Then as you arched your back, bringing your chest closer to him, his hands slid upwards, fingers finding your nipple.

The added pleasure had you writhing above him. It wasn't unwelcome exactly, but right now, it felt like a distraction from where you were working his cock. You needed control and complete focus.

Fueled by the dominant energy, you brushed his hand away from your chest.

He whimpered when you thrusted down on him particularly hard—a sound of pure need—and his hand drifted back almost immediately, seeking the heat of your skin again.

Almost on instinct, after hours of research and studying, your left hand that was braced beside his head on the mattress, lifted.

In one swift motion, your palm connected sharply with the curve of his cheekbone and Intak’s head snapped sideways with the force, a gasp tearing from his throat.

Then, slowly, he turned his face back towards you as a slow, dumb smile spread across his lips, wide and blissful and slightly dazed. His eyes, when they met yours, were hazy with euphoria.

The sight of pain and pleasure on his face sent a jolt straight to your pussy as you clenched around his cock, a new wave of intense pleasure washing over you so powerfully it made your thighs tremble, drawing a shudder from your own lips.

He bit his lower lip, his gaze locked onto yours, dark and pleading and so needy. He wanted more.

Drunk on power and his surrender, you wrapped your hand firmly around his throat.

You used the grip as leverage, pulling yourself down onto him harder, fucking yourself onto his cock with a new intensity.

Beneath you, pinned by your hand and your body, Intak looked... transcendent almost. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before reopening, gazing up at you with a look full of worship, a contented sigh escaping his constricted throat.

He looked as if where he was, under your body and at your mercy as you rode him, was the only place in the entire universe he ever wanted to be.

You tightened your grip just slightly and his cock pulsed inside you, on the edge of release.

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My dearest beloved,

The nights grow colder without you, yet I find myself refusing to sleep, for sleep is a cruel thief, it steals hours I could spend thinking of you. The lantern burns low on my desk, but its light flickers stubbornly, as if it, too, refuses to surrender until my heart finds you again.

I fear I am growing weaker each day, not from the hardships of this place, but from the simple ache of your absence. The others speak of home as though it were a distant dream, but you, my love, you are not a dream. You are the pulse in my veins, the warmth that lingers on my frozen hands, the reason I rise every morning and bear the weight of another day.

If I could, I would cross oceans, mountains, and the very wrath of our families just to hold your face in my hands once more. There are moments in the quiet dawn when I imagine you beside me, your laughter tucked into my shoulder, your breath warming my chest, and I almost believe it is real.

I keep your last letter folded beneath my pillow. Its edges are worn now from the number of times I have unfolded it, traced your words with my shaking fingertips, and breathed your name like a prayer. How cruel, that ink and paper must stand in place of you.

I wait for the day the world softens, for the day I see your silhouette at the end of the road, running towards me with the same desperate longing that grips me now.

Until that day comes, my heart is no longer my own, it rests gently in your hands, wherever you are.

Write to me soon, my love.

Even a few lines would steady the tremble in my chest.

Yours through every distance, every silence,

Your husband (bcs I am the male in this relationship and jaehyun is my princess)

@coriihanniee ᯓᡣ𐭩