#and now it takes an arm and a leg to make any plans

[yanderedrabbles]

What's the worst thing Yan Military Contractor has ever done to the reader?

Yandere! Military Contractor

The very worst? Now that's tough competition. He's fucked you raw so many times that afterwards you can only curl up and whimper, legs aching so bad you can't stand. He's bitten you so hard that he's left a scar of his teeth on your thigh. He's bent your arm so very far up your back that on bad days your shoulder still aches. He's done anal without any prep or lube.

But the very worst? That happened on the day you almost escaped.

He likes to humour you. Likes letting you try and get away, just to drag you back at the last second. Likes the way you fight so much harder when freedom is so very close. But he never once entertained the thought of you actually succeeding.

You're too damn clever sometimes. Too smart for your own good.

You planned your escape carefully this time. Waited for a rainy day when he'd have trouble hearing your footsteps and seeing your tracks. Managed to make a mess in his armory and get out of a second story window when he was distracted counting his guns. And then you ran.

You saw a tree out on your forced walks once. Thick oak with branches that just about reached over the fence. It would be a hard fall, but if you managed to not snap an ankle you'd be home free.

He almost found you. You were up in the branches, rain pelting you in thick sheets when he walked right under you. It was pure luck that you noticed him in time. Even without the noise of the rain to cover his footsteps, he was dead silent.

He looked pissed. But that wasn't what made your heart drop.

He had his gun with him. Not one of the rifles or shotguns. That might have almost been better. Those guns felt unreal, felt like something out of a movie. No, he was carrying his chrome .50 calibre Desert Eagle.

You hated that gun. It was the one he carried on him almost all the time, the one he had the day he took you. Huge, mean looking thing. 'One of the nastiest shots you'll ever see,' he told you once.

It was scratched with years of use. A soldier's gun. A killer's gun.

You fingers went numb on the branch before you had the courage to keep moving. You dropped down on the other side of the electric fence, landing bad. You smacked a hand over your mouth to stifle your yelp.

Staggered to your feet, holding onto the trees to take the pressure off your stinging ankles. You did it.

You actually fucking did it.

You were free. Actually, finally free. You half didn't believe it until you reached the end of the trees and open farm land stretched in front of you. The rain was so much worse without the trees to protect you, but you didn't care. An empty field of wheat had never looked so damn good.

"On your knees."

You froze. No. No.

"I said, get on your fucking knees!"

You sat so fast that you felt lightheaded.

He came to stand in front of you, blocked your view of the open land and your last chance to escape. He was scowling, hand gripping his gun so tight that veins were standing out on his forearm.

The rain was sheeting down around you, running past the grooves and catches of his pistol. You couldn't see his face through the rain, but you could feel his eyes. Raking down your body, burning.

He pointed the gun at you, cocked it. The metallic sound of it somehow the loudest thing you'd ever heard.

"Open your mouth."

"I'm sorry! Please just-"

"Open. Your. Mouth."

You did. He forced the barrel passed your lips, all the way to the back of your throat. Your teeth scraped the metal.

It tasted bitter. Iron, gunpowder. It tasted like your death.

His finger was on the trigger. One little twitch, one inopportune gag, and you were done.

"Suck it."

You did, crying so damn hard but terrified to make a sound.

"No," he snarled. "Suck it like you would a cock."

He grabbed your hair, yanked your head back. "Show me why I shouldn't kill you right here and now. Remind me exactly why I keep you around."

You sucked his gun like your life depended on it. Tongue out, drooling, like you weren't a hairs breadth from death. Looked up at him with rain and tears pouring down your face.

You must have given him one hell of a show. When you couldn't take it anymore, when you were shaking from the cold and your lips were turning blue around the metal, that's when he pulled out. One hand still in your hair, he pointed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed over the trees.

Fuck. You really did just have a loaded gun in your mouth.

He holstered it, grabbed your jaw with the hand that just held your death.

"Never again. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[mead-iocre]

Sun Burnt | Alexia Putellas x Brat!Reader

anon says:

I can see beat!reader not putting sunscreen on because she wanted to tan even though she told her to put it on and she got really burnt

It then there’s spoiled!reader who wanted to tan so Leah sunscreen on her and gave her like a massage the put tanning oil on her and she only got a tiny bit burnt

warnings: always wear sunscreen pls x

word count: 545 (pt 1. brat!reader version)

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"ow-- ow." You hiss as you poke at the angry red sunburns covering your shoulders. fucking hell.

Alexia lounged in her own cabana as she mixed the cocktail she was nursing while she watched you-- sunscreen-less and sexy-- frolicking around the beach. She watched you relax in the water, drive a jet ski like a lunatic, and join a random group of strangers play volleyball for the past hour. All the while, you never came over to apply sunscreen once.

"Ves? ¡Te lo dije!"

You glare at her over the rim of your sunglasses. Damn her and her sunburnt-free ass. "¡Shhh! ¡Cállate! Don't fucking nag now"

"I always tell you to wear sunscreen, no? And you don't listen--" Your girlfriend sighs before rummaging inside the raffia beach bag. You turn to look at the lingering traces of sun as it begins it decent. The pain was tolerable, as long as you limit your movements as much as possible. Maybe you should've listened to her 4 hours ago, you think.

"Come here." Turning to your girlfriend, you raise an eyebrow at her. She sighs, most likely thinking about whether she can take a return flight without you.

But she pats her lap, beckoning you over.

And like a sweet, compliant girlfriend, who's a whore for your sexy ass lover, you follow.

With heavy steps, you cross the small distance to Alexia's cabana. She sits up, gesturing for you to sit next to her. When you plop you're nearly sunburnt butt onto the plush, cooling cushion you nearly moan in relief. You had rolled down your cabana's canopy roof earlier to sunbathe so you came back to cushions like coals on a girll.

She waves her finger in the air, signalling for you to turn around, so you do. You were about to open your mouth and say something to rile her up, but you are stopped by the feel of her hands-- cool-- against your sunburnt shoulders.

"Oh fuckkk..." You moan aloud. Your girlfriend snickers, rubbing the aloe vera gel into your skin. The gel feels like a soothing balm of relief. The heat that had been lingering on her shoulders starts to dissipate, replaced by a refreshing, almost weightless sensation.

"Not too loud, bebe" She massages your shoulders, with gentle but firm hands. "We'll get kicked out"

"I don't care. This feels too good-- fuckkk"

Your lover chuckles, reaching over to cup her palm over your mouth. Traces of aloe vera linger on her hand but it feels cool against your face, so you don't fight it. She tilts your head back, head falling onto her shoulder, until your body was practically laying against hers.

"Shh. I swear to god-- I paid a fuck ton of money for this resort. Quit it" Her voice was firm but there was a hint of lightness in her tone.

When she's sure you won't try to do anything that might make the resort call security, she releases her hold over you mouth. You sink into her, the aloe vera gel giving you much needed relief even against her warm skin. She stretches her legs, caging you between them, before wrapping her arms around you.

"Vale. What have you learne-----" Now it was your turn to press your palm against her mouth. You turn your head towards her to glare at her.

But all she goes is give you a smile, her eyes turning to pretty hazel crescent moons, her cheeks lifting even from underneath your palm.

She kisses your palm once, then twice. She pulls your hand away from her mouth before her lips find your cheeks, neck, sunburnt shoulders and any bit of skin she can reach.

Who knew aloe vera and kisses could sooth sunburns.

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i was not planning to write tonight but i just spent the last 30 minutes writing this. inspired by one of yall's asks! hope the anon who sent the request in enjoys this blurb that was not supposed to be a blurb lol

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Not an Option

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Breaking up with Bruce was never an option.

WARNING: Toxic/Abusive Relationship; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“What the hell do you mean?” Bruce raises his voice, eyes squinted at you. 

You open your mouth, closing it less than a second later. You shift the weight from one leg to the other, nervously glancing at Bruce. 

He takes a dangerous step towards you and you fight the urge to step back, forcing your body to stay in the same place. You can’t back down now, you must stay strong. 

“I don’t think I’ve heard you right, babe. Care to repeat that again?” 

Your heart thumps in your chest, your eyes starting to burn. You’re not good with confrontation, especially not with Bruce. He’s got an imposing way of making you feel small, almost insignificant. 

“I-I only meant that-”

“Don’t even try.” he warns, cutting you off quickly, “Don’t pretend like you didn’t mean it. Do you really think you could make it without me? Without my support, my protection, my money?” 

Bruce grits his teeth, bringing his hands to his hips as he glares at you. 

Your pride crumbles to pieces, all of your extensive planning and hours of self-motivation gone into waste. 

Why are you so weak when it comes to Bruce?

Bruce loudly exhales, a hand palming his face for a few moments as he calms down. Your eyes dart towards the door and then back to Bruce, maybe you should take the chance and leave.

Before you can actually take a step, Bruce’s hand grips your arm and you squeal in fear. He presses his lips together, looking about to lose his cool. 

“You’re not going anywhere. Not until you get that you’re not leaving me, not now and not ever.” he snarls and you immediately bow your head, feeling the tears soaking your cheeks. 

That doesn’t move Bruce for any compassion as he groans, his hands forcefully grabbing your face, pulling it upwards to face him. 

“Listen to me. You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.” he repeats, frustration all over his voice. His eyes are fixed on your face, pure anger on his handsome features. 

“Cause the only way you’re leaving me is in a bodybag.”

[littlxpxtal]

I wish I never met you

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

Mixing liquor and pot

Heard your brain cells can rot

If my memory was shot

I would like that a lot

I wish I could forget you

May

It was all a blur. The whole day. Zipping up my gown, putting the bobby-pins in my hair to situate the cap on my head.

I wish I could say graduation was the best day of my life, but I barely remember any of it. My name rumbled through the field, my legs moving without a thought. I moved my lips up on my face for the picture, shook hands with faculty that I had never seen or spoken to in my entire life.

The dinner with my parents was bland. They went on and on about college, asking me questions about what I decided to study. I don’t even remember the answer I gave.

I didn’t come to reality until the third time my phone rang while I laid on the edge of my bed, head hanging off the edge with my eye closed, a random record playing on my turntable was at the end and a soft humming noise filled the room.

I decided to finally check who it was, and to no surprise it was Sabrina.

“Hi” I mumbled into the phone, flipping over onto my stomach, one hand barely holding up the phone while the other dangled towards the ground.

”You done with family shit yet?”

”yes.” I answered simply, closing my eyes.

“Well I know you’re out feeling the best but, I really think you should come with me tonight.”

I groaned into my sheets.

“Sab” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“You can’t let this take over your life, y/n. We only graduate high school once.”

her positivity sickened me. I knew she was right. I didnt want her to be.

“Sab its the same shit we’ve been doing all year, what is different about tonight?”

“Well there’s no risk of expulsion”

”hah” it was her turn to groan in response.

“Y/N, im spending the whole summer abroad and I leave next week. I seriously need you to do this for me.”

”you cant pull that shit on me Sabrina its not fair.”

”but its true, y/n. You’re my best friends and I need you. You were a fucking zombie today. Snap out of it.”

there was a period of silence. I sat up in my bed and turned the lamp on.

“Well, what should I wear?” I can tell she tried to hide it, but I could hear her squeal on the other line.

“Cute top and a skirt.”

”I can make that work”

”fuck YA THERE SHE IS” she cheers into the phone. “I’ll pick you up in 15.”

We arrived to see the beach was already filled up, party in full swing. Sabrina gave me a reassuring look before we walked towards them.

”Let’s get some drinks. You deserve one” she says to me. I nod my head, following her lead.

We make our way over to the nearest keg, taking one of the many cups the boys were passing out.

“Grab me two” I whisper in her ear. She smiles wide and winks.

��That’s what im talking about.”

I chugged the first cup,passing it back to the kid who was pouring them out, he filled it back up and we walked with our cups to the dance floor.

“You gonna double fist all night?” Sabrina asks over the music.

”that’s the plan” I mumble back. The speakers are booming a new Metro Boomin song, and we make our way to the group of girls that are dancing.

I lose track of time, and snap back into reality when I notice Sabrina furiously texting on her phone.

“What’s up?” I ask. She hesitantly looks up, and locks her phone, sliding it back into her purse.

“Nothing, just, Toppers here. But, he’s with … his friends. So im just gonna stay here for a bit.” She awkwardly looks away, makes eye contact, then looks away.

“Sab, its okay, I would be an idiot to think he wouldn’t be here, especially with your boyfriend. Go say hi.” I give her shoulder a nudge and she shakes her head.

“No, im here with you.”

”im serious Sab.”

”just one more song. Who knows how long he’ll keep me on his arm if I go now.”

”you know I can fend for myself.” Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift starts playing on the speakers and Sabrina jumps up and down.

”I know, but I LOVE this song”

She starts leading us to the middle of the circle, and we sing to each other, as if we were the only two people on the beach. By the time the song is over, were doubled over laughing,our drinks spilt all over the sand.

“Im gonna go get another drink, you go say hi to topper okay?” She frowns and reaches for my hand.

”Fine, but I’ll be right back okay?” I roll my eyes.

”I told you I’ll be fine. Just go okay?” She smiles and skips away. I watch her walk over to the other side of the crowd, where a group of guys are standing, including Topper, Kelce, and, well of course, Rafe.

I notice everyone’s in conversation, expect for him. He’s just sipping from his cup, staring out into the sea.

I catch myself staring for too long, and realize i'm still in the middle of the dance circle, with two empty cups. I look around for the nearest keg and walk slowly over.

I made empty conversation with the girls standing around the keg while waiting in line, checking my phone every so often. The DJ continues to play songs I like, including pursuit of happiness, collard greens, Roll in Peace and more.

I find myself tipsy, dancing by myself in the sea of people. By the time I finally looked at my phone again, it had been an hour and I had a text from Sabrina.

were fuckin in my car really quick lol I’ll be right back.

that was from 5 minutes ago, so I probably wouldn’t see her for at least another half an hour.

I was tired of dancing, so I started walking towards the edge of the party, closer to the water.

The temperature outside was perfect. There was a slight breeze, not enough for me to put my hair up, but enough to get a whiff of the sea.

I pulled my phone out to take a picture of the water and the moon, before I heard a shout.

“Fucking BITCH”

I could recognize that voice anywhere. I whip my head to the right and see Rafe and another figure a few yards away.

everything in my mind told me not to go. But my heart was controlling my feet. I walked closer, and realized the other person was Noah.

“You ruined fucking EVERYTHING” Rafe growled.

“I didnt do shit expect tell her the truth man. She’s a dirty fucking shut,all you did was make sure I knew.”

I tensed up, and made eye contact with Noah. He smirked and looked back at rafe.

“Perfect timing, y/n, we were just talking about you!” Noah exclaimed, splashing the liquid in his cup in the air.

Rae whips his head back and stares deep into my eyes.

“Y/n,” he whispers. My body is still tense.

“Wh-whats going on” I ask

”your boyfriend - sorry I mean .. your confusing complicated situation ship over here is harassing me.”

rafe keeps his eyes on me. I cant read his expression, he looks empty.

“Maybe, if you just stayed in your place on the cut, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” Noah shouts at me.

I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.

I decide its just best if I leave. I start to walk away and hear Noah chuckling.

“This is all YOUR fault” Rafe yells, lunging at Noah. Noah swings back in defense, and I stop in my tracks.

“STOP” a scream escapes my lips and I run over. Rafe is knocked to the ground scrambling to get back on his feet.Noah kicks him back down, and I hear a sharp click, and notice something in Noah’s hand. The smile on his face is terrifying, and as I get closer I realize its a switchblade.

“My god Noah put that thing away.” I whisper.

“If rafe wants to fight, we can fucking fight.”

He points the blade down at rafe who is still struggling to stand.

“Noah, seriously,” I walk towards him and his eyes flicker towards me, down at rafe and back at me. He points the blade up at me, and I start to shake.

“You’re insane” I whisper, taking a step back.

While he’s distracted, Rafe takes the opportunity to pull Noah’s leg, knocking him to the ground. The blade falls from his grip into the sand, and I lunge to get it. He reaches after it too, our bodies colliding. Rafe pulls him away from me while I grab the knife, and he pins Noah down, punching him straight in the face.

“That’s ENOUGH” I shout at the two of them. They both freeze and look up at me. The knife is dangling from my hand pointed down.

“Noah get the fuck out of here. And don’t EVER pull this shit again. You’re just embarrassing yourself.” He scrambles to his feet, patting the sand off his pants.

“Give me my knife back y/n” he commands. I shake my head.

”I’ll give it to you when you’re sober.”

he looks over at rafe. Something in his face must’ve scared him, because he makes a beeline back to the party.

I walk slowly towards rafe and pass him the knife. He safely closes it and stuffs it in his pocket.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He huffs, brushing sand off himself. He turns to look at the water, and his shoulders slump.

”I wish I knew” he whispered. After a brief moment of silence he turns to me, with sadness in his eyes this time.

“Look, y/n, im really-“

”I don’t want to fucking hear it okay? How many times are you going to put me through this. Like seriously?”

His jaw twitched and he looked down, running a hand over his hair.

“It hurts. It hurts so fucking much to see you hurt” he finally says.

“Then why do you keep hurting me?”

the sound of the waves and music behind us fills the silence.

“I don’t mean to. I just keep fucking up.”

I sigh, unsure of what to say. He takes a step towards me, I flinch slightly, which he notices, and makes him sigh.

“Sometimes I cant tell” I start to say. He looks up at me and takes another step forward.

“Sometimes I cant tell if you like me or hate me” I whisper the last part.

“Neither” his voice cracks slightly, and he looks up at the moon.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, y/n. And I don’t, I don’t just like you, okay? I don’t just like you I fucking-“ he stops himself, his voice getting hoarse. “I fucking love you okay? And its driving me insane.”

I furrow my eyebrows and let out an involuntary laugh.

”the fuck are you talking about Cameron?”

he looks back at me, his face hard and serious.

“I mean, im fucking obsessed with you. I can never get you up of my head, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. You’re always just THERE. All the fucking songs you’ve showed me, all my favorite shows and movies. God even my favorite color. Its just you, and its always been you. It’s fucking terrifying, did you know that?”

”I-I-“ I stammer. He takes a step closer.

“I think about you when is wake up, when I eat breakfast, when I work out, when I do homework, when im smoking, when im drinking, when im high out of my fucking mind, when im sober, when im driving around town. All I see is you. You’re fucking everywhere and I cant get you out of my head.”

”it sounds like you don’t want me there.”

”that’s the problem is I DO. I want you there, I want you with me. And I finally fucking had you, and I just-“ his voice breaks again and he closes his eyes.

“Just don’t know how to keep you.”

”rafe” I whisper, walking towards him to close the distance. “Rafe, why didnt you tell me?”

”god y/n, you don’t even know how hard it is. Im dealing with all this shit in my head, and I wanted to save you from it but you made your way deeper into my life than ever before, and I couldn’t hide you from how fucked up I am. I tied you into this mess, and it’s not good for you.”

”why did you tell Noah that lie about me and JJ?”

”I told him because he was bragging to everyone about taking you out. I was pissed that someone else was going to take you. I was jealous. I didnt think it was going to hurt you the way it did.”

”why didnt you just tell me before he even asked me out. We were seeing each other-“ he cuts me off

”because y/n, its easier for me to do shit like that than it is to express my feelings okay? I cant do this love shit easy alright? It doesn’t come naturally like it does some people. It’s fucking terrifying”

his breathing is ragged, and he starts to clutch his chest.

“It gives me these chest pains like I cant fucking breathe.”

he huffs out, trying to catch his breath. I notice his face is flustered.

”cmon, lets sit” I grabs his hand and pull him down onto the sand,

“its okay just breathe” his pants slow down, and I wrap my arm around his shoulders.

“It’s okay” I whisper again. He leans his head on my chest, and I hear a sob escape his mouth.

“Im so fucking sorry. Im so fucking sorry” he repeats this over and over a few times before going quiet.

”I know you are.” I finally say.

We sit in silence for about 5 minutes before its interrupted.

”Y/N! There you are-“ Sabrina cuts herself off when she sees us, Topper trailing behind her.

“I knew it” I heard him whisper to her.

”well, did you guys kiss and make up” topper slurs. She shoves his chest, letting out a giggle and a hiccup.

“You guys have been boning for hours now”i shoot back at them. Topper lets out a nervous laugh and Sabrina hides her face.

“Well, are you guys going to come join us or?” She asks. Rafe sits up and looks at me

“Can we start over?”

I smile at him, stand up and reach out my hand.

“Rafe?” I whisper, he takes my hand and stands up, his figure looming over me.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

”i Love you too.”

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[undiagnosedcruelty]

The Cat Test

Pairing: bf!l.minho x GenderNeutral!reader

Summary: Because dating Minho means dating his cats, too.

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Genre: fluff, crackfic

Content Warnings: chaotic cats, fluff, established relationship.

Word Count: 923

A/N: I was craving fluff and chaos while writing this💗

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION ───NOTHING DIRECTLY RELATES TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

You had been dating Minho for a few weeks now, and tonight was finally the night.

Not a big, dramatic event. Not an elaborate date. Just… a cozy, peaceful night in. You had been mentally preparing for this—picturing the scene in your head like a Pinterest-worthy romantic moment. You’d both curl up under a blanket, Minho’s arm wrapped securely around you as some random movie played in the background. Maybe he’d absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair, and you’d pretend not to melt at how sweet he was.

Calm. Cute. Cuddly.

At least… that was the plan.

What you had not accounted for was the fact that Minho’s apartment was a certified war zone.

The moment you step inside, expecting warm lighting and a cozy couch, you are instead met with absolute, unfiltered chaos.

A blur of fur shoots past your legs with enough force to nearly knock you over. Something crashes in the next room. In the background, you hear the ominous scritch-scratch of claws against fabric, and when you look up—

Dori. Hanging from the curtains like a tiny, fluffy demon, his eyes locked onto yours with unsettling intensity. His tiny legs kick as if he’s about to drop down at any moment.

A reasonable person might leave.

A reasonable person might fear for their life.

But you are not reasonable.

You are a new partner, desperately trying to impress your boyfriend.

"Uh…" you start, carefully stepping inside. "...Should I be concerned?"

From the couch, Minho—completely unbothered by the madness—looks up at you with a lazy smirk, sipping his tea like he’s in a peaceful countryside cottage instead of a battlefield.

“They’re just saying hi,” he replies.

You cautiously take another step in, eyes flicking around as you assess the situation. It does not look safe.

Another loud thud echoes from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable sound of something shattering.

"...Are you sure?"

Minho just shrugs. “Welcome to my world.”

Despite the growing fear that this would not, in fact, be a chill and relaxing evening, you make your way toward the couch, dodging an unidentified flying object (which you later realize was just a sock Doongie had launched into the air).

You barely sit down before Soonie appears out of nowhere and claims your lap as his throne.

Your heart melts immediately.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, resisting the urge to cry. “He chose me.”

Minho, watching with amusement, raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t get too excited,” he warns. “He’s a little—”

Too late. The second you move your hand to pet him, Soonie’s eyes darken. Then, in the blink of an eye—he’s gone.

Just… vanished.

Like a ghost.

You blink at the now-empty space on your lap. Then at Minho. Then back at your lap.

"...What just happened?"

Minho snorts. "He played you."

Betrayal.

“Here,” Minho says suddenly, tossing you a bag of cat treats. His smirk turns devilish. “You do it.”

You catch the bag and hesitate. This feels like a trap. But you’re determined. You’re new to this relationship, and you refuse to be defeated by a few tiny, adorable creatures.

With all the confidence of a person who has no idea what’s coming, you crinkle the bag.

And then—everything changes.

The room, which had been filled with playful chaos, falls eerily silent. The air shifts.

Three pairs of glowing eyes snap toward you at the same time.

Then—

Absolute anarchy.

Dori launches himself off the curtain rod like some kind of possessed ninja. Soonie, despite previously acting like he doesn’t care, is suddenly inches from your face. And Doongie? Doongie has materialized from the void, tail flicking like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Before you can react──you are tackled.

The impact sends you falling backward in 0.2 seconds flat. Tiny paws scramble all over you. A chorus of urgent meows fills the air, demanding tribute.

Minho, from his place on the couch, watches you get devoured by his own personal army. His grin only widens as you accept your fate.

“I am their leader now,” you mumble from beneath the pile of fur.

Minho finally takes pity on you, reaching down to help you up. He casually brushes stray fur from your sweater, then boops your nose.

“You passed the test,” he hums. “They like you.”

You sigh, still winded. “Are you sure? Because I think I just got jumped.”

Minho chuckles. “If they didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be standing right now.”

Before you can question what that even means, he leans in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to your cheek. The warmth of it catches you off guard, and suddenly, despite everything, your heart is fluttering.

Just as you begin to relax into the moment—

BAM.

Dori LAUNCHES HIMSELF onto Minho’s head like he’s been possessed by some ancient battle spirit. Minho yelps. You scream.

The cuddle session? Officially over.

Minho, with the patience of a man who has clearly been through this many times before, peels Dori off his face while muttering a string of curses. The cat clings to his sweater sleeve, refusing to let go.

You stare at the scene before you, taking a deep breath. Then, you simply shake your head.

“Yeah,” you mumble to yourself, “this is my life now.”

Minho glances at you, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Regrets?”

You turn to him, watching as he cradles Dori in one arm while swatting Soonie off the couch with the other.

“…Not even a little.”

[writingdevil]

Love your writing, if you’re still taking request could I ask for something hunted x cheated related. Maybe from hunted’s perspective. Since he’s so survival focused I think anything romance related from his pov would be interesting.

(I love huntcheat, and I love to think that anything romance related would send Hunted for a spin, because that wouldn't be something he'd think to worry about. He cares and loves a lot, but imagining someone liking him that way would leave him dumbfounded. Enjoy!)

Hunted swallowed his whine of pain, limping slowly back home.

He had been out searching for fruit at Smitten's request. Of course, the chivalrous bird had been set on venturing into the forest himself, but Hunted in no way trusted Smitten's survival skills, so he had gone out himself.

But he had been so excited to get back and show Smitten the literal fruits of his labour, that he didn't have time to notice the hidden root in his path as he ran, not until he tripped and most likely sprained his ankle.

Thankfully, he managed to save most of the fruits from being crushed, and now his only objective was to make it back home before night fell.

His leg burnt in pain, but Hunted was good at bearing it and moving forward, because if he didn't, who knows what could creep up and attack him?

He kept his ears alert for any strange noises within the forest, but it fortunately looked like the path home would be safe-

Snap!

Not safe.

Hunted froze, crouching down despite how loudly his ankle protested, but he managed to push past the pain in order to try and hear out for the unknown threat.

He heard a rustling through the bushes, and another snap of a twig, and it was only when the footsteps started to move away from Hunted, that he thought he was safe. Until-"Hunted!"

He realised it wasn't a threat. It was just Cheated.

He let a sigh of relief out, and softly called out, "Over here." There was a sudden rushing of footsteps, before Cheated burst through the foliage, panic and worry clear in his eyes.

Hunted stood up straight, trying to mask his wince of pain by asking, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Cheated repeated in an incredulous tone. "What's wrong is that I was worried sick about you!"

"Why?" A fearful thought suddenly took ahold of Hunted. "Is there danger at the house? Were you all attacked-"

"No, no, nothing like that." Cheated shook his head and walked over to him, but Hunted still felt a nervous bundle twist in his stomach, from what could only be fear, certainly.

Cheated took a moment to look at him, studying his face with a tender concern that Hunted wasn't sure what to do with. What reason would Cheated have to look at Hunted like that-concerned, but with something hidden underneath.

Cheated's gaze finally lifted back to his, and Hunted felt his body tense up at the attention. Cheated's voice was soft as he said, "You were out for longer than usual. I got worried that something had happened to you."

Hunted held up the pile of fruit in his arms. "Just out getting fruit for Smitten."

"Yeah, but you never usually take more than ten minutes at most when foraging."

Hunted was surprised at the how Cheated knew that, that he paid that much attention to when Hunted left the house. Why did he know that? Did he not trust Hunted to come back unharmed?

At that moment, his ankle rang out in pain for being ignored too long apparently-and Hunted supposed that today wasn't the best example of his skills.

He looked down at his swollen ankle, sticking his foot out for Cheated to see, and casually said, "Twisted my ankle on a root. That's why I'm taking so long to get home."

Hunted never saw his injury as a big deal, just an inconvenience to take care of tonight, so he didn't expect the pure shock and worry to explode across Cheated's face.

"What the hell?!" Cheated exclaimed, "How did-why are you-" he stopped, sighing in exasperation to himself, and asked, "Were you just planning on walking back without even calling for help?"

Hunted furrowed his brows in confusion. "Yes? What else could I do? Also, calling for help could've attracted predators-can't have that." He shook his head to emphasise his point, still not understanding why Cheated was getting so wound up about something, that Hunted had completely under control.

In fact, the very thought of Hunted not calling for help seemed to even upset Cheated, leading for worry to cloud Hunted's own mind. Why? Why was Cheated upset? Did he really think something bad was going to get Hunted?

The thought of Cheated caring that much sent a mixture of confusion and love spin in his brain, and he had no idea on how to approach it.

Cheated sighed again, the annoyance having left his body, it seems. "Okay, fine, at least I'm here now, so I can help you." Hunted smiled, and held out the fruits for Cheated to carry-but then both his brain and body froze when Cheated suddenly picked him up.

He tensed up, clutching the fruits to his chest as Cheated picked Hunted up into his arms with ease, holding him closely to his feathered chest, and began walking them back home.

Hunted's body refused to relax. What was happening? Why was Cheated doing this for him? Why was his heart pounding when he knew there wasn't any danger around?

Cheated softly chuckled, and Hunted felt the sound vibrate against his chest. "It's okay, I'm not gonna drop you or anything. I just don't like seeing you in pain, especially if I can help out, y'know? I care about you, Hunted."

That last line had Hunted particularly stunned, but he wasn't sure why. Why was he feeling this way? What was happening to him? This was the first time where Hunted's body didn't know what to do, didn't have the right instincts for this scenario.

But-it was nice, whatever this was. Having Cheated be here for him felt warm and fuzzy in a way that Hunted wasn't used to, but he could-with time.

After a few minutes of silent walking, Cheated glanced down at him and said, "I'm impressed that you didn't squish the fruit when you fell. That definitely would've happened to me."

"Thank you. I twisted my body around when I fell so that none of the fruit got destroyed by my fall. Probably how my ankle got sprained in the first place."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

[alwayssmilingvenison]

Alastor moved his hand up to cup over the tip of Lucifer’s cock to catch his release, a tremor racking through him as he nearly reached his own climax, feeling Ombre’s own, making his fur puff up. He pushed it away. He was in control now and he wasn’t desperately wanting relief for escape this time. He’d get to take his time with his king, his apple.

The shadow buried deep into the king and released his cool cum, kissing up the king’s neck.

Once Alastor calmed and his fur relaxed with him, he kissed the blond’s forehead again. “Good boy.” He praised. “We’re not done yet, I believe everything is best in threes. Can you be a good boy and sit through one more? We’ll do all the work~” He promised, reaching down to grab his own cock, coating it with Lucifer’s own cum as a type of lubricant. He then moved his arms to loop through Lucifer’s legs and join at his back, creating an odd hammock-like hold, making the king completely rely on him. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.” He ordered.

Ombre returned to his normal form once Lucifer wasn’t leaning on him, his power was spent, but he wasn’t done playing yet and despite appearing a prude, Alastor provided him with a fun plan. He moved to Lucifer’s own shadow and used it to move the man, making him sink onto Alastor’s cock. Alastor took the cue and started using his hold to bounce Lucifer on his cock while Ombre moved to re-aim the mirror. He made sure that Lucifer could see his own shadow before grinning and returning to it.

He moved down and took the shadow-cock into his mouth, Lucifer able to feel to cool mouth around him easily. The power definitely allowed for some fun positions that wouldn’t make any sense otherwise. Lucifer felt the back of the other’s throat, the bob of his head, the infrequent tightening of a throat that wasn’t there, and the worshiping passes of an unseeable tongue.

“Ngh… My apple~ You feel amazing Cher~ How does it...ngh feel?” He asked with a breathless chuckle past some moans of his own. “Are you paying attention~?” He taunted lightly, unable to help himself. Of course he loved the other, he wouldn’t be doing this otherwise, but he loved their rivalry too. He loved that the other gave into his jabs, teasing, and light mocking. It was their thing. Either they were loving or at each other's throats, never really an in-between.

Speaking of throats…

Alastor dipped his head down and licked over the side of Lucifer’s neck before biting where his neck met his shoulder, moaning happily as the burning angel blood filled his mouth. It made him eager so he began driving into the devil eagerly. He felt hot. He wanted release. He wanted more blood.

Alastor actually flushed at the compliment, looking away and feeling more embarrassed when he noticed his tail was wagging, but his gaze returned to the other soon after at the show of magic and the sounds Lucifer made. Alastor was still relatively new to all of this, he had a relationship before, but it had turned sour and Alastor had convinced himself he was better off alone. He had never felt wants and sparks like this before though. The care was nothing new, but the absolute electricity was. Every glance, every touch, and every action had him captivated with the other. It almost made him feel bad he apparently lead his former partner on… Almost.

“Fu-fuck…” He growled lightly, his filter covering most of it as he watched. He felt amazing, however, it felt rather cruel to himself to watch someone else enjoy such an amazing feast in front of him without him. He also had a voice in his head demanding he claim the king properly.

Besides, Lucifer didn’t seem to be paying attention to the effects, just to Alastor’s gaze.

With that, Alastor stood up and walked to the pair, cupping Lucifer’s face and kissing between his horns. “Let’s both drown in pleasure~” He told the other, reaching down to grab Lucifer’s cock, stroking him in time with Ombre’s quick sporadic thrusts. “Cum for us and I’ll make sure you’re a proper mess~” He promised.

[mangomybeloved]

being in ur 20s is like everyone is so busy always and it's lonely and yet there's no free time and yet the days are long and yet and yet and yet!!!!!!!!!

[fumiliar]

toji has a secret tattoo, in a place hidden from the rest of the world. and you wanted to find out what exactly this man was hiding.

"where?" you asked one more time.

"nuh uh, no telling," toji shaking his head once more.

"let me find it then!" you got closer to him as you inspected him. you decided to make a plan, you'd ask him to take off a piece of clothing, if he hesitated, that's the spot.

"take your shirt off," you slowly observed the man.

"if you wanted my clothes off, could've just said so," toji taking off his shirt easily with one arm. "do-"

"your pants," you continued, as the man raised his eyebrows.

"do you want to fuck me or something?" he took off his pants, leaving him with just his boxers in the middle of the living room. "quit staring won'cha, my eyes are up here."

you were lost, no hesitation in any of his movements. his skin was clean, in all the places you'd expect a patch of ink, there was nothing.

"give up?" toji taunted as a smirk slowly came to his lips.

you had an epiphany, his lips. you walked closer to the man, looking pitifully as if you were a kid who got their lollipop stolen. as you got closer, you leaned for a kiss. slowly, your hands reached for his face, landing on his bottom lip. you pulled his bottom lip down finding the tattoo, "kiss me" right on his inner lip. jackpot!

"YES!" you jumped in happiness, releasing his bottom lip. before you do your third jump, you felt large hands grabbing your waist, immobilising you. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist making you see him eye to eye.

"don't be too excited, now this is a secret between me and you, no one else doll, no one," toji emphasising the last 2 words glaring at your smile.

"ok, kiss me," before toji could respond, you smashed your lips to hip making him shut up, giggling in between kisses.

note: firm believer toji is a man who got a tattoo bcs of a silly dare.

[partiallysame]

The 141 teases Gaz about your pet name for him and now you gotta fix it

Soap heard you call Gaz “Kyle Baby” once. One time. And he gripped his grubby hands on the name. No longer calling him Gaz or Garrick. Only Kyle baby. He did it so much the rest of the 141 picked up on it. Ghost saying “here you go Kyle baby” when handing Gaz anything and Price even referred to him as “Kyle baby boy” once and Soap hit the ground laughing so hard. Did it bother Gaz? Yes absolutely but the worst was when he was trying to explain the name to the 141 over drinks one night. Each large man had one too many to drink and were a giggling mess as Gaz fought for his life defending you and “Kyle baby”

“What are ye just a wee lad?” MacTavish was losing his shit over his own comment.

“Noooo” Gaz whined back “she says it different. Says it all sexy like” This immediately prompted all three men to repeatedly say ‘Kyle baby’ in their sexiest (drunkest) voices. “Fuck you lot. If you heard it you’d know. The way she says it, it’s like she’s just asking me to take her to bed and the pretty bird knowwwsss it too. Uses it against me she does.”

Unbeknownst to his team, Kyle had texted you to come get him (come prove his point). When you texted you were there, Kyle ran out front to meet you. You thought he was getting in the car but he was pulling you towards the bar’s entrance. Trying to explain what he wanted you to do.

“Kyle Garrick. You want me to what?”

“You know loves. Just say it like you do when you want me to give it to ya good.” That comment earned him a slap on the arm.

“You want me to seduce your team? Am I understanding that right?” His large drunk frame is looking down at you, giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist.

“Not seduce. Just say their names and work the lads up a little. Been teasing me for weeks about ‘Kyle baby’. Need them to understand. At least just MacTavish. Stupid fucking bloke won’t let it go.” He had pulled you into his chest as he tried to convince you to go along with his plan. You just stared at him but with a final “please baby. I really will give it to ya good if you do this.” Rolling your eyes you agreed and were immediately pulled into the dark bar. Kyle situated you on an empty stool and motioned for you to stay.

“MacTavish.” Kyle had his hand out pointing to his squad member. “The little lady’s got something to say to ya.” All of a sudden the soldier is walking towards you and this is real. Cursing yourself for agreeing to this because what the fuck are you supposed to do.

“What can I do ye for” Johnny was standing in front of you and you motioned for him to sit on the stool next to yours.

“Heard youve been making fun of my Kyle” You stood up to stand in front of him, making the height difference much more in your favor.

“He tattle on me did he?” Soap cocked his head to the side, curious about where this was going. Stepping a little closer so your body was just in between his (man)spread legs.

“You know Johnny. If you had a girl at home willing to suck your cock” Soap choked on his spit the second the vulgar words came out of your mouth. “I don’t think you’d be complaining about any nickname she chose for you.” Soap was trying to regain his composure but the look in your eyes shifted, all of a sudden these big innocent bedroom eyes were staring at him as you leaned in a little more to get closer to his face. “Right Johnny baby?” The breathyness of your voiced paired with this barely heard whine coming from your lips made his mind go blank. It took every ounce of self control he had not to just take you right there in front of the whole fucking bar, your boyfriend included. You stepped back away from him and turned to Kyle who was already laughing at the look on Soaps face but absolutely lost it when you shook out your body like you had the chills and followed it up with “ugh yuck I didn’t like doing that.”

Soap is crushed, sulking behind you. You just flipped his whole world upside down, whispered in his ear like sex incarnate and then turned around to complain that it inconvenienced you. He never once used “Kyle baby” again.

(Do I only write at soap’s expense? Yes. I wanna tease him so bad)

[iwassupremacy]

Going cross eyed on pro hero Bakugou Katsuki’s fingers because ugh they’re so thick and long and rough from all the years of fighting. He has you sit between his thick thighs every chance he gets, one beefy arm holding your body at the waist, pressing you against his chest and the other laying comfortably between your legs so his fingers can work you open real good. He has you moaning and squirming within seconds, his thumb rubbing your clit and two, sometimes even three, of his fingers entering you at once. He knows you can take it and he knows you love a little pain. Most of the time he isn’t even undressed, because he’s not planning on fucking you afterwards. He just loves watching your naked body covered in sweat and wants to play with his pussy, preferably for hours. And he will do it during the most random activities as well.

“Oh my~ Katsuki!” your body tenses as your boyfriend fucks you through your orgasm with his fingers, thumb never leaving your clit and never slowing down. Quickly you whine and sob from the overstimulation. “I can’t~ no more. Please!” You beg him to stop but he just huffs and fastens his pace, thrusting three of his fingers inside without a care. “This is only your third, doll. You and I both know you can cum so much more than that.” He grins, his other hand moving up to pinch your nipple. You yelp at that, eyes rolling in the back of your head. He has you spread out in his lap, your naked body sitting pretty in his clothed one. His name leaves your lips like a prayer, pleading and begging him to stop and keep going at the same time. Suddenly his fingers stop inside of you, stuffing you full but not moving any longer. “Do you even remember anything about the movie?” Oh fuck. When all of this started an hour ago, he made you promise to recite the plot of whatever movie you were watching. Otherwise, he said, he wouldn’t stop at all. You let your head fall down in shame, of course you couldn’t remember. “What a shame. Gotta start over now.” You whine as he picks up the remote to let the movie start over, his hand picking up movement again, making you moan. Only two more hours to go if you only paid attention, how hard could it be? You hear your boyfriend chuckle behind you. “And afterwards, we’re gonna watch part two, princess.”

mdni 18+ !!!

[cherrygirlfriend]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ so thirsty

pairing: sunshine!reader x bf!rafe synopsis: reader catches rafe working out tags / warnings: smut, handjob (through clothes) wc: 600 a/n; originally posted 10/30/2024

it wasn't fair how just someone's back could look so good while they were literally pulling themselves up and down on a steel pole.

rafe's back muscles basically glistened under the lights of the cameron home gym, your teeth biting down on your lower lip as you watched him do pull-ups, sweat slowly rolling down his back muscles, the urge to press your legs closer together getting stronger and stronger.

the music playing from his speakers was so loud that rafe hadn't been able to hear you come in. that morning you had sent him a picture of yourself wearing a criminally short dress, half your thighs visible, and thanks to his friends showing up at the ass-crack of dawn and demanding he come out with them, he didn't have any time to jerk off, so now he was trying to take his frustration out by working out.

rafe let out a small groan when he pulled his chest up to the pull-up bar, but even that couldn't mute the little whine coming from behind him, and when rafe's feet finally hit the ground, he turned around to see you, a dazed expression on your face.

"you're stalking me now, huh?" he grinned, tilting his head back slightly as he watched you start fiddling more and more, trying to distract yourself from him.

"no. no, i wasn't."

"mmhm. sure you weren't." rafe chuckled, making his way to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you so close to his chest that you could definitely feel the bulge in his shorts, causing your eyes to widen and your cheeks to start warm up like a hot summer day.

you looked down at his chest, sweat slowly dripping down like it was a movie; like this was something he had planned. but what he hadn't planned, or even imagined would happen was you bringing your hand down to the bulge in his shorts, rafe letting out a small whine, one that made you press your legs even closer together.

you continued to palm rafe through his shorts, the blonde throwing his head back in pleasure, trying to figure out just how you'd managed to get such a hold on him; plenty of girls had given him proper handjobs and blowjobs, but there he was, about to blow his load all over his black boxers just because you were palming his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts.

"i-is this alright?" you mumbled softly, causing another groan to escape rafe's lips as his hips bucked against your hand, the man letting out an even louder groan when you moved your hand down his shorts and started properly stroking his cock through his boxers.

"i... i know you're..." rafe let out a loud gasp inbetween his sentence, "you're not experienced, but... fuck, baby, i can't handle this for much longer..." he mumbled, letting out a noise that was between a sigh and a groan.

you kept stroking rafe's cock through his boxers, his blue eyes rolling back while he panted uncontrollably, his hips bucking to the pace of your hand's movements.

"baby, i'm go-"

before rafe could even finish his sentence, his cock started spurting white, hot cum all over his boxers, your hand still stroking him outside the boxers, and even though your soft voice was trying to calm him down, rafe couldn't concentrate on it, all of his focus on the pulsing on his cock as his boxers filled with his own cum.

[sleepymarimo]

toji x reader // sfw!

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t remember the last time he was gifted something.

“you got me what?” he asks again, kicking his sandals off at your front door for what seems like the millionth time.

you rise from your couch, the wood creaking slightly as you do so. “just some stuff for you to keep here so you stop using mine,” you reply, the shrug of your shoulders indicating how little of a deal it is.

in the kitchen, you rinse out the glass you’d been using. toji’s footsteps are barely audible over the sound of running water.

“there’s a few pairs of sweats in the hall closet,” you tell him, setting the glass down to dry. “and some other stuff in the bathroom. shampoo, body wash, toothbrush…”

the assassin lets out a small huff, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway. “you tellin’ me i reek or something?” he accuses, more so to brush off the odd feeling building in his gut.

“maybe.” comes your playful quip, your head tilting as you rest your weight on the counter and look at him. “but seriously, you just come around so often,”- his nose wrinkles at that, as he knows he crashes here much more than he should- “that i figured i’d just get you your own things. it’s not like it cost me an arm and a leg.”

with a yawn you stroll toward your room, lightly poking his chest as you pass him. “plus, you use up all of my stuff, dummy.”

he grunts, his eyes following you until you’re out of sight. “i don’t need fancy clothes or any of that crap,” he murmurs to himself, taking a few steps toward the hall closet.

his large hands wrap around the handles, sliding the doors open until he sees a pile of clothes resting on one of the shelves. three black tees stacked atop three pairs of sweats, some boxers and socks in a little box, all for him.

he picks up a shirt without hesitation, the fabric smooth against his calloused fingers. his brows furrow in concentration, maybe unease. this is for him, it’s his, and maybe that’s why this shirt is the softest one he’s ever felt.

with a gruff exhale, he snatches a pair of sweats and a clean pair of boxers, his steps unhurried as he heads for the bathroom.

the fan hums above him as the lock clicks into place, his eyes immediately darting to the shelves to see the new toiletries. his stuff.

inside the shower, toji’s shoulders sag.

it’s as if the water is washing away his defenses, the rugged, nonchalant exterior he wears now melting away in the comfort of your shower.

toji pops open one of the new shampoo bottles, taking in the scent and pouring it onto his palm. he wonders if this smell reminds you of him, if you put some thought into each item.

while he rubs it into his hair, he thinks about if he should pay you back. it’s not like he asked you to get him all this stuff, but still.

even when you’d first started letting him crash on your couch, you hadn’t demanded much in return.

“just don’t make a big mess and be decent, alright?” he remembers you saying.

and he was just fine with that. free room and board just for something so simple? he’d be a moron to decline.

it was only after around a week that he felt a familiar itch. he wouldn’t be in your debt, wouldn’t wait for the day when you’d inevitably ask for something.

so, he offered what he always did- himself. that’s what women usually wanted from him, anyway.

his idea didn’t exactly go as planned. if anything, it made him feel more conflicted, made him wonder why the hell you kept him around.

were you just lonely? did you enjoy his company?

“oh, no… i don’t do that,” you’d said, holding your hands up, flustered but adamant. “you don’t have to sell yourself to me or anything. who does that? like, what?”

the water patters on the tile floor, his body and mind feeling more clear and clean than they’ve been in a long time.

when the faucet squeaks shut, he steps out and snorts as he sees a new, fluffy black towel hanging beside yours behind the bathroom door. he grabs it, rubbing his scarred skin dry and running it through the damp strands of his hair.

the new clothes feel like heaven, truly.

in your room, engrossed by your phone, you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. toji’s steps are almost silent, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches you beneath the covers.

he’s amused as you snicker at some post, the dim screen lighting up your face in the otherwise dark room.

“let me crash here, yeah?” he suggests, though it’s more of an order.

you’re startled, rightfully so, hiding your phone against your chest while you sit up straighter. “oh, you scared me! new clothes and you think you’re all that, huh? too good for the couch?”

yet, even as you chide him, you’re peeling back the covers for him, grabbing the extra pillows and moving them out of the way.

a satisfied grunt leaves him as he spreads out on the mattress, careless of the space he takes up. he tugs the blankets over his person, settling in like a big cat.

he curls into you. you don’t mind.

while you scroll along with one hand, the other supports his head and absentmindedly strokes the skin of his cheek.

his eyes watch you, his breaths becoming more steady and even. he’d never admit how much it means to him that you’d gotten him new clothes, new toiletries, practically a new home.

it’s more than he deserves, but he finds himself wanting to take as much as he can get.

he’s yours, even if he doesn’t know it. and, as the days go by, he wonders if you can be his, too.

[mahgyu]

──── In the beginning of your relationship, you learned that Satoru was the type who liked to sleep cuddling. Before meeting you, Satoru used to sleep hugging a pillow, even. It wasn't exactly a necessity for him, but just something he liked and that made him fall asleep faster. You, on the other hand, weren't exactly that type.

Hugs before sleeping? Perfect. Having someone on top of you while trying to sleep? Not so perfect. Fortunately, the two of you reached an agreement about that.

But sometimes, like today, Satoru was extremely clingy. He was sleeping deeply, with his body completely on top of yours, his face buried in the curve of your neck, and a leg trapped between yours.

You loved holding him that way, having the strongest man you had ever known so vulnerable curled up in your arms and sleeping peacefully. Satoru slept heavily when he felt that comfortable, and the deeper he slept, the heavier he became on you. As mentioned, your boyfriend is a strong guy, so now it was almost uncomfortable for you.

You feel this pressure against your chest as he rests on you, completely at ease. You thought that maybe, if you tried hard enough, you could fall asleep, but no, it’s not possible.

"Baby..." You whisper, hoping it will be enough to wake him, but he just keeps snoring, each snore reverberating through your body.

"Toru...?" You try again, a little louder.

"SATORU!" Still nothing. He barely moves a bit in his sleep, letting out a particularly loud snore.

OK. Plan B. If you can't get him off, it's time to slide down. Only after two unsuccessful attempts, you somehow manage to do it, taking a big breath as you escape. You haven't even fully turned to the side when Satoru wakes up, confused and abandoned, with the source of warmth under him gone. He moves his hand aimlessly over the sheets until he feels you.

"Where are you going?" He murmurs sleepily, moving closer to you. "No..." A heavy arm wraps around you, pulling you back to him with ease. There’s a soft hum as he feels your body fit into his.

"Toru?" You call him sweetly. "You know I can't sleep like this, hmm? Come on." You pat his arm, signaling for him to let you go.

Satoru doesn't move. Instead, he just makes some whiny sounds before rubbing his face in your hair.

"Come on, let me go, please?" More pleading.

"Nuh-uh, I don't want to." He whines. "Hug me." He pouts, looking so needy and neglected.

"Love, you're acting like a baby" You complain.

"Because I am. I'm your baby!" He says defiantly. "So, you should treat me like one."

At this point, you know it won't help to try to convince him when he's in this mood. You sigh, deciding to give up and give in.

About five minutes pass in complete silence and then Satoru quietly asks: "You really can't sleep?" The thought of this now bothers him. How could he relax knowing that you're not even comfortable?

"Mhm" You respond as he pulls separates from you.

"OK, I'll give up the hug time for you!" He sighs, rolling away from you dramatically. A few minutes later, he sighs again, a bit louder.

This is his cue to tell you that you should give in and cuddle with him. But you can't, having finally found a position that relaxes all the right places in your body, perfect for falling asleep.

"Are you really going to leave me abandoned?" His voice is so stupidly captivating that it makes you melt. You can't say no to that.

Satoru smiles when he hears the rustling of the sheets, your body moving toward him.

With open arms, he welcomes you back as you rest your head on his chest. "I think I can sleep like this..." You admit as he smiles, making sure you're comfortable but still wrapped up in him.

Hiii, long time no see, uh? 👀This time I brought something cute, a thought I had because I've been feeling so needy and missing our Gojo😞

(It is not well corrected, please ignore any possible mistakes.)

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome. 🫶🏻💕

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[millers-angel]

beach trip

dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader

summary: back home for the summer, a getaway to a beach resort takes an unexpected turn when you cross a line with Joel—your dad’s best friend. warnings: age gap, kind of mean joel, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), size kink (?, innocence kink, pet names, fluff at the end. wc: 7.7k

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You're back from college just for the summer, and Dad had the great idea to plan a little getaway—a few days at a beach resort. Sun, sand, and overpriced cocktails. It sounded nice. Relaxing, even.

You’d already been home for a few days, not doing much. Helping Dad with a few things for work when he asked, watering the plants out front in the warm afternoon sun, taking long walks just to pass the time. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly exciting either. So when he mentioned the trip, you figured—why not?

That is, until Dad dropped the bomb: he had invited Joel Miller.

Yeah. That Joel Miller. His best friend. The man who has lived across the street for as long as you can remember. The same Joel Miller you've spent years exchanging sarcastic remarks with, toeing the line between playful and downright rude, though neither of you has ever seemed to mind.

He's always been quick with a dry remark, and you've never been one to back down. If he calls you a pain in the ass, you call him old and grumpy. If you roll your eyes at something he says, he just smirks and shakes his head like you're some bratty kid he barely tolerates. It's been the same for years.

But now, thanks to Dad's brilliant idea, you're stuck in a beach resort with him for the next few days. And if the way Joel had looked at you when Dad announced the trip was any indication, he wasn't exactly thrilled about it either.

The sun was beating down, the scent of salt thick in the air as you stretched out on the lounge chair by the pool. The resort was nice, you'd give your dad that much. Fancy as hell, the kind of place that served cocktails in coconuts and had a little island bar just across the pool.

"Want a cocktail, sweetheart?" your dad asked, already pushing himself up from his seat.

"Yeah, something fruity," you replied, lazily adjusting your sunglasses.

He nodded, making his way toward the island bar, leaving you alone—well, almost.

Joel was still there, sitting in the chair beside you, one arm slung over the back, legs stretched out like he owned the damn place. You could feel his eyes on you before you even looked. A slow, deliberate gaze, sweeping over your body in a way that made heat rise up your neck. He didn't even try to be subtle about it.

Your bikini wasn't anything crazy, but that didn't stop his eyes from trailing along the curve of your hips, how the slopes of your breasts pump over the bra, the length of your legs, lingering just a little too long in places he had no business looking.

You huffed out a laugh, tilting your head toward him. "Close your mouth, Miller. You'll let the flies in."

Joel's gaze flicked up to yours, unbothered, amused even. A smirk pulled at his lips as he dragged his tongue along his teeth. "Hell," he muttered, shaking his head. "When did you grow up?"

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach twisted at the way he said it—low, gruff, like he was realizing it for the first time.

"Go get in the pool, old man," you teased, sinking further into your chair. "Before you get heatstroke."

Joel just chuckled, but you caught the way his gaze dipped again before he looked away, like he wasn't quite done looking yet.

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, warming your skin as you lounged back on the chair, toes buried in the hot sand. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, mixed with the distant laughter of resort guests. A few feet ahead, your dad and Joel were waist-deep in the ocean, letting the waves push them around like kids.

You had no interest in joining them. The water looked nice, sure, but you were perfectly content where you were—stretched out, the salty breeze cooling the heat clinging to your skin.

That was, until your dad decided otherwise.

"Come on, sweetheart," he called, waving you over. "The water's perfect!"

"I'm fine," you replied, lifting your sunglasses just enough to glare at him.

But your dad wasn't having it. He waded closer to shore, hands on his hips like he was about to give you a whole speech on making the most of the trip. "Just for a bit," he pushed, eyes glinting with challenge. "Don't tell me you came all the way here just to sunbathe."

You sighed, knowing there was no getting out of it. With a dramatic groan, you stood, stretching just enough to feel Joel's eyes flicker toward you. If he had been watching before, he sure as hell was now.

The moment your feet hit the water, you shivered. It was cooler than you expected, the waves gentle at first—until they weren't.

A swell came up fast, knocking you off balance. You barely had time to react before the water dragged you under, flipping you over itself like a rag doll. You sputtered as you resurfaced, coughing up saltwater while your dad laughed at your misery.

Joel, on the other hand, wasn't laughing—at least, not in the same way. He was watching. Closely. The way the water clung to your skin, the way the wet sand stuck to your thighs, your stomach, the soft curve of your ass before the next wave washed it away.

You felt his stare even before you met his gaze. Dark, unreadable, something flickering in those brown eyes that made your stomach twist.

"Enjoying the show, Miller?" you teased, brushing wet hair from your face.

Joel just smirked, slow and lazy, eyes dragging over you one last time before he glanced away. "Just surprised you didn't drown," he shot back. "Thought I'd have to come save you."

You rolled your eyes, kicking up a splash of water in his direction. "Keep dreaming."

But as you turned away, you could still feel his gaze lingering, heavy and deliberate.

Dinner was nice. The three of you sat at one of the resort's restaurants, the warm glow of candlelight flickering against the polished wood of the table. The food was good, the conversation easy—your dad did most of the talking, as usual.

Joel was quieter than normal, but not in a bad way. He just... watched. Not in a creepy way, not at all, just with that same quiet intensity he always carried. Like he was trying to figure something out, intrigued in a way he wasn't used to. His eyes lingered, scanning your face, the curve of your wrist as you lifted your glass, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear.

You tried not to let it get to you.

After dinner, as the plates were being cleared, your dad leaned back in his chair, giving you a pointed look. "You going out to the bar or anything tonight?"

You shrugged. "Maybe."

"You should," he said, nodding as if he had just made up your mind for you. "It'd be good for you. Get your mind off all that college stress, let loose a little."

You huffed a small laugh, shaking your head. "You're not wrong," you admitted. "Maybe I will."

Your dad seemed satisfied with that answer, and soon after, the three of you parted ways for the night.

Back in your room, you hesitated.

The truth was, you weren't exactly the kind of person who let loose easily. You had always been more on the reserved side, quiet, the kind of person who didn't make friends easily. College hadn't changed that. Sure, you had acquaintances, classmates you talked to in passing, but you weren't the type to go out partying every weekend, to dance on tables or laugh too loud in crowded bars.

But tonight... tonight you wanted to try.

You took a deep breath and started getting ready.

A simple dress, short but not vulgar, hugging your body in all the right ways. Nothing too much, nothing over the top—just enough to feel different, to feel good.

The bar was livelier than you expected. Warm lighting, the low hum of conversation mixing with the soft melody of live music playing in the background. Groups of people filled the space, laughing, clinking glasses, bodies swaying near the small dance floor.

You hesitated at the entrance, suddenly hyperaware of how alone you were.

It wasn't like you expected to know anyone, but standing there, watching clusters of friends and couples, you felt out of place. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe you should just turn around, head back to your room, and pretend you never even—

No.

You squared your shoulders and walked toward the bar, slipping onto an empty stool.

The bartender greeted you with an easy smile. "What can I get you?"

"Um," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "A margarita, please."

A few minutes later, a glass was placed in front of you. You thanked him, wrapping your fingers around the cool surface, but when you lifted it to take a sip, you hesitated.

Drinking alone felt... weird.

You glanced around, watching people chatting in groups, leaning into each other with familiarity. No one else seemed to be alone. It made you shrink into yourself a little, embarrassment creeping up your neck.

Still, you took a sip.

You were halfway through your drink when someone slid into the empty seat beside you.

"Can I get a whiskey?" the man asked the bartender before turning his attention to you.

You tensed slightly as his gaze swept over you, taking you in. He was tall, dark-haired, dressed in a loose button-up that clung to his frame just enough to suggest he took care of himself.

"You here alone?" he asked, voice smooth, casual.

You hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around your glass. "Yeah."

He nodded, ordering his drink before looking back at you. "First night here?"

You shook your head. "Got here earlier."

His lips quirked in an easy smile. "That so? Well, I'm glad I ran into you."

The conversation flowed easily, helped by the soft buzz of alcohol warming your veins. He asked about you—what you were studying, how long you were back for—and you answered, telling him about college, about coming home for the summer. He listened with genuine interest, nodding along as he sipped his drink. In return, he told you about his job, something business-related, though you were too distracted by the way his voice dipped, the way his fingers toyed with the rim of his glass, to really focus on the details.

At some point, he ordered you another drink. You hesitated, just for a second, but then nodded, letting yourself relax just a little more.

You weren't used to this—being approached, being the center of someone's attention—but it was... nice. Different.

And when he extended a hand, his eyes warm with invitation, you didn't think twice before taking it.

The music was low, sultry, a slow rhythm that thrummed through your chest as he led you to the dance floor. You moved together easily, the alcohol making you lighter, more willing. His hands found your waist, firm but not forceful, pulling you in just a little closer. The heat of his palms burned through the thin fabric of your dress, and you swallowed hard, suddenly aware of just how close your bodies were.

You weren't sure how you felt about it.

It wasn't bad. It was just... new. A little overwhelming.

But you didn't pull away.

You let him guide you, let yourself sway with the music, let his hands settle comfortably at your hips.

And then—

A presence. Heavy. Familiar.

Joel.

"Hey, kid."

Joel's voice cut through the music, deep and unmistakable.

You stiffened instantly.

The man holding your waist paused, his grip loosening slightly as both of you turned toward the source of interruption. And there he was—Joel, standing at the edge of the dance floor, arms crossed over his broad chest, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

His smirk deepened. "Just checkin' in on you. Didn't know this was a kid's space."

Heat rushed to your face.

"I'm not a kid," you snapped, pulling your arms from around your dance partner's shoulders, but Joel wasn't even looking at you anymore.

Instead, his attention had shifted to the man standing beside you, his expression unreadable. The man—whose name you had already forgotten—cleared his throat, glancing between the two of you. "Uh, you know him?"

You opened your mouth, ready to brush it off, but Joel beat you to it.

"Oh, yeah," he said, voice filled with amusement. "She's like my little shadow, been followin' me around since always, annoying me you know, likes actin' all mean, but we all know it's because she craves attention."

Your stomach plummeted.

The man blinked in surprise before—before laughing.

It wasn't cruel, but it didn't matter. The damage was done.

You could feel the humiliation creeping up your spine, burning your skin from the inside out. You took a step back, suddenly desperate for space.

"Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath, turning on your heel.

You didn't bother looking back as you weaved through the crowd, ignoring the way Joel's eyes followed you, ignoring the way your chest felt too tight, ignoring everything except the overwhelming need to get out of there.

The warm night air did little to cool the heat burning under your skin as you pushed through the bar's entrance, stepping outside with quick, angry strides. The music still thumped behind you, muffled by the thick walls, but it didn't drown out the sound of footsteps following close behind.

"Where the hell are you goin'?" Joel's voice was steady, but there was something else there—something unreadable.

You didn't stop.

"Back to my room," you muttered, jaw tight.

"C'mon, don't be dramatic. Just get back inside," he said, voice lighter, like he wasn't taking any of this seriously, like he thought this was just another game you were playing.

That was it.

"Fuck off, Joel."

You turned on him, eyes burning, fists clenched at your sides.

His smirk faltered. "Jesus, alright. No need to throw a tantrum."

You scoffed, shaking your head, turning to leave—but before you could take another step, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"Let me go," you said, voice low and sharp, barely restrained.

He didn't.

Instead, he tugged you just enough to make you stumble back toward him. "You pissed 'cause I ruined your little date?"

You let out a humorless laugh. "Are you fucking serious?"

Joel tilted his head, watching you carefully. "Ain't that what this is about?"

Something about the way he said it—so casual, so certain—made something inside you snap.

"No, Joel," you hissed, yanking your arm out of his grip. "It's about you humiliating me. It's about you treating me like I'm still some little kid when I'm not, or the things you think about me—that I'm annoying." Your voice cracked on the last word, and you hated it, hated the way he looked at you then. "So congratulations, okay? You got your little joke, you made me look like a fool. Are you happy now?"

Joel's expression shifted, something like regret flickering across his face, but you didn't stick around to let him respond.

You turned and walked away, shoulders squared, swallowing down the lump in your throat before it could turn into something worse.

The room felt too quiet, too empty when you stepped inside. You kicked off your heels, the soft thud of them against the floor the only sound as you crossed to the bed.

This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go.

You had spent so much time getting ready, standing in front of the mirror, second-guessing every detail. You'd told yourself you were doing it for you, that you wanted to go out and have fun, to feel good for once—but now, sitting at the edge of the bed, the dress that once made you feel beautiful now felt like a cruel joke.

Joel thought you were annoying. A little shadow that followed him around, desperate for attention.

Was that how everyone saw you?

Is that why you barely had any friends in college? Why it was always so hard to fit in?

The thought stung worse than it should have.

You blinked hard, but it didn't stop the tears from spilling over, slipping down your cheeks as you reached behind yourself, tugging down the zipper of your dress. It pooled at your feet, forgotten as you wiped your face quickly, sniffling as you reached for the oversized T-shirt draped over a chair. It was your dad's—soft and worn, far too big on you, but comforting in a way nothing else was right now.

Pulling it over your head, you made your way to the balcony, arms wrapping around yourself as you stepped into the humid night air. The sound of the waves filled your ears, the scent of salt thick in the breeze. It should have been peaceful. It should have calmed you.

But it didn't.

Because no matter how hard you tried, you could still hear Joel's voice in your head.

A soft knock at the door made you flinch.

Your dad? No, he's probably asleep by now, you know him well.

Another knock.

You turned, padding back inside, wiping at your face one last time before pulling open the door—

Joel.

Your stomach twisted.

He opened his mouth, but before he could get a single word out, you slammed the door in his face.

"Open the door," Joel's voice came from the other side, low and steady.

You pressed your forehead against the cool wood, eyes squeezing shut. "Go away, Joel."

"Come on, kid—"

"Fuck off," you snapped, voice sharp with the lingering sting of humiliation.

A pause. A sigh. Then—"I'm sorry."

You huffed, arms tightening around yourself. "Yeah, well. Great. Now you can leave."

"I need to say it to your face."

You hesitated.

The last thing you wanted was to deal with him right now, but you also knew Joel—knew he wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted.

Jaw tight, you unlocked the door and yanked it open.

He was standing there, hands on his hips, looking... not as smug as usual. That only irritated you more.

"Can I come in?" he asked, gaze flickering over you, taking in the oversized shirt, the bare legs.

"No."

Joel exhaled through his nose—and then walked past you anyway.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, shutting the door behind him.

"I just wanna talk," he said, holding up his hands like he was trying to calm you. "That's it."

You folded your arms over your chest, biting the inside of your cheek.

Joel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I didn't know the damn date was that important to you."

A scoff left your lips before you could stop it. "You're a fucking idiot."

He scoffed back. "I'm trying to apologize. You're upset to me and I get it, I didn't think it was something... so serious, you know? Like you wanted to get laid—"

Joel's words hit you like a slap.

Your body tensed, nails digging into your palms as you glared at him. "Get out."

He blinked, looking genuinely confused by your reaction. "What? Why?"

"Because you're an asshole, that's why."

He exhaled, rolling his eyes. "Look, I'm just saying—it's not a big deal. It happens to everyone. You're young, you're supposed to have fun, I get it, it's normal, it's—"

"Not your problem," you cut him off, voice sharp.

Joel's lips twitched, like he was amused by something.

You clenched your fists. "Change that stupid look on your face and leave."

He tilted his head slightly, studying you, and then—"It's 'cause you're a virgin, isn't it?"

Your entire body went hot.

The words burrowed under your skin, setting your nerves on fire. "That's not your business," you shot back too quickly, too defensively.

His eyes darkened, the amusement flickering with something else. "Huh. All this time in college, and you never—?"

Your throat tightened. "You don't know anything about me."

He chuckled. "That explains a lot."

Your glare sharpened. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged. "Just that... only a virgin acts like this all the time. All bratty and wound up, like you're just beggin' for someone to—"

"Get out." you shouted, shoving at his chest, face burning with embarrassment and fury.

Joel barely stumbled back at your shove, his body solid as a wall. But before you could push him again, before you could do anything else, his hands found your wrists, firm but not rough, and in a swift motion, he guided you backward.

Your knees hit the edge of the bed. You tried to step away, to free yourself, but he only pressed forward, until you had no choice but to sit.

You didn't say anything. He was right, but you feel a little embarrassed about it, you're all grown up and still a virgin.

Joel exhaled, his grip on your wrists loosening, but he didn't step away. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and unreadable. "That guy," he started, voice low, "he wasn't lookin' at you like a person. He was lookin' at you like a piece of meat. And he was touchin' you the same way."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Don't lecture me, Joel. Just accept that you were an asshole and move on."

His jaw clenched, but after a moment, he gave a small nod. "Fine," he said. "I was an asshole. And I'm sorry." His fingers twitched against your skin, as if debating whether to let go or hold on tighter. "But I wasn't tryin' to ruin your night—I just didn't want anything bad to happen to you."

You exhaled sharply, frustration curling in your stomach. "I'm not some naive little girl, Joel. I can handle myself."

Something flickered in his expression, something you couldn't quite place, but whatever it was made heat rise to your cheeks. "You're not naive?" he murmured, almost like he was testing the words. His thumb brushed against the inside of your wrist, sending a shiver down your spine. "Could've fooled me."

Your eyes narrowed, and you tried to jerk your hands away, but he didn't let you. "You're such a—"

His lips crashed against yours before you could finish, swallowing whatever insult was on your tongue. You gasped into his mouth, but he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss, his hands finally releasing your wrists only to slide down your arms, gripping your waist. The heat between you both ignited in an instant, like a match striking dry tinder, and before you knew it, you were falling back against the bed, Joel following you down.

His weight pressed against you, solid and warm, his knee slotting between your thighs as his mouth moved hungrily over yours. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment—like he had been holding back for far too long and had finally given in. Your fingers found the fabric of his shirt, fisting it as you arched slightly beneath him, breath hitching when his lips trailed down your jaw, your neck.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he muttered against your skin, his voice rough, thick with something you couldn't quite name.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Then maybe you should stop," you murmured back, though your fingers betrayed you, gripping him tighter instead of pushing him away.

Joel pulled back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His thumb dragged along your lower lip, eyes darting between your mouth and your eyes.

"Don't think I can," he admitted.

"You don't even like me," you mumbled, embarrassed.

Joel's thumb lingered on your lip, his gaze heavy, but the moment your words left your mouth, something in his expression shifted. A flicker of regret, of something deeper, flashed in his eyes.

"That's not true," he murmured, his voice softer now, rough around the edges but sincere. "What I said in the bar—it was bullshit. I don't think you're annoying. I love it when you mess with me, when you push my buttons." He exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening against your waist. "I just... I lost it when I saw him touching you. That's all."

Your brows furrowed, something twisting in your chest at his words. "You humiliated me," you said, voice quiet but firm. "For no reason. You hurt my feelings over something stupid."

Joel shut his eyes briefly, exhaling like he was trying to steady himself. When he looked at you again, there was nothing playful left—just raw honesty. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to. It—it was just a damn impulse, alright? You drive me crazy. I haven't stopped thinkin' about you since you came back, and then I saw his hands on you, and I—" He cut himself off, his fingers dragging along the bare skin of your thigh, slow and deliberate.

A shiver ran through you, heat pooling in your stomach. You hated how easily he could pull you back in, how one touch had your breath catching. His palm slid higher, pushing the hem of your dress up just slightly, his calloused fingers warm against your skin.

Your heart pounded. "That's not fair," you whispered.

Joel's lips curved slightly, just a ghost of a smirk, but his eyes stayed dark. "Probably not." His thumb brushed along the sensitive inside of your thigh, watching the way you reacted, the way your lips parted just slightly. "But I'm done pretendin' I don't want you."

His words sent a jolt of heat through you, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He was too close, his breath fanning against your cheek, his fingers still moving—slow, teasing.

"Say somethin'," he murmured, his forehead nearly touching yours now. "Tell me to stop."

But you didn't.

His hand is way too far—far enough to feel you're wearing nothing but panties under the shirt. You licked your lips once he moved his hand to your belly.

"Have you ever been touched, sweet girl?"

You swallowed. "I don't think this is appropriate,"

Joel hummed low in his throat, his hand pressing just a little firmer against your stomach, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin. His lips hovered near your jaw, his breath fanning over your skin as he spoke.

"Why?" he murmured. "'Cause you're a virgin?"

You swallowed hard, gripping at his wrist as if that would stop the way your body responded to him. "Because my dad is your friend," you whispered, your voice unsteady.

Joel let out a quiet chuckle, deep and knowing. His nose brushed against the curve of your jaw, his lips barely grazing the sensitive skin beneath your ear. "Mm," he mused, his fingers slipping lower, teasing just above the waistband of your panties. "That ain't stoppin' you."

Your breath hitched.

He tilted his head, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of your neck, then another. His beard scratched against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "You haven't told me to stop," he murmured against your throat, his voice smooth, coaxing.

Your fingers curled against his arm, your pulse hammering in your ears. You should tell him to stop. You should push him away. But you didn't.

His hand lowered to your belly, going down to play with the waistband of your panties, then teasing his finger on your mound, sending shivers all over your body, getting you even more wet.

"Is it okay if I touch you here?"

Even if every part of your brain was telling you that you should stop before this goes further, you nodded like a fool, looking for his mouth again.

His fingers made they way under your panties. He could felt the smooth skin, probably never touched before because... he could feel how wet you were and—

"So you're really a virgin," he said amused, breaking the kiss, your lips still lingered by a string of drool. "Virgins get wet so easily."

You bite your lip. "Is that a problem? Cause if so, you should stop."

Joel chuckled, low and deep, his lips ghosting over yours. "Stop?" he murmured, his hand slipping just a little lower, teasing. "Darlin', I've been fightin' the urge to touch you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Now that I have you like this... I ain't goin' anywhere."

He spreaded your legs, played with your panty til your crotch. "Then why do you make it sound so embarrassing?" you asked sheepishly.

He finally reached your slit, you gasped, you were a bit scared. Are you gonna fuck for the first time with your dad's best friend? Would it hurt? Would it be weird after? A lot is going through your mind, but he cleared all your thoughts.

He pressed his lips against yours as he drawed circles on your clit, he could feel how needy and swollen it was, you must've been aching. You muffled a whimper against his lips, which he found really hot.

Instinctively you grinded your hips, just seeking for more pleasure. Your fingers curled on his hair, clutching it. He loves to feel how you writhe beneath him, his fingers exploring your folds, until they found your hole.

He didn't went rough, he was slow, deliberate, slowly stretching you out with his fingers—thick and strong. You couldn't help to moan, breaking the kiss. It was the first time you get this far with someone, lust runs in your veins.

Joel grins at the sound of your moan, enjoying the way you're falling apart under his touch.

"That's it, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Let go. Let me hear you."

He continues to move his fingers, adding a second one to stretch you even further, his movements still slow and deliberate but with a hint of impatience.

"You're so tight for me, babygirl"

"Oh, God," you whimpered.

Joel's fingers are slick with your juices as he moves them in and out of you, his movements growing more urgent with each thrust.

Your skin is so smooth and soft, but you're also so hot and tight. He can feel every muscle in your body clenching around him, trying to pull him in deeper. It's driving him crazy, making him want to take you even more.

He leans down and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You've been touched like this before?"

You shook your head. "No."

He smirked, he knew it. You were a pain in the ass, you loved getting on his nerves, you loved getting in his head because deep down you wanted him like this.

He stopped working his fingers in you, to get rid of your panties, with no warning, he just threw the garment somewhere in the room, changing positions to toss your calves over his shouders, holding your hips.

Your hand instinctively covered your slit, you were embarrassed, after all, he was someone you knew, someone who is close to your dad, someone who—

"Don't hide from me, angel," he said taking your hands to his lips. "I wanna taste you."

"Joel—" you swallowed. "I'm—"

"You don't need to be shy with me,"

He drew your hands away, just to see how flushed, swollen and needy your pussy was. Glistening in your own juices.

His gaze made you squirm, made you feel all your blood rushing to your cheeks. It wasn't bad—it was the opposite. It was dark and deep, like he was starving and had just laid eyes on a feast laid out before him.

You could feel his breath, his lips barely touching your folds. He wanted to feel every part of you, never thought he would have his best friend's daughter laid in front of him like this, showing all her vulnerability to him.

Joel's tongue darts out to lick his lips, his gaze fixated on your body. He moves his mouth lower, kissing and sucking on your inner thighs, leaving a trail of marks behind.

"Don't be a tease, Joel," you whined.

Joel grins against your skin, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Oh, I'm just getting started," he says, his voice a mixture of amusement and desire.

He moves his mouth to your clit, sucking on it hard as his fingers continue to move inside you, curling and rubbing against your sensitive spot.

It was heaven. The way his tongue swirled on you, the way he knew exactly how to do it, the way his fingers kept working on you, taking you to the edge.

Joel's tongue is like a snake, moving slowly but firmly, tasting every inch of you. He licks and nibbles at your folds, exploring every curve and contour, savoring the taste of your juices. His tongue is slick and warm, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

You were biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans but failing miserably. You were curling your toes, so close to the orgasm.

"Joel, please—" you yelped.

Joel lifts his head for a moment, his lips glistening with your juices. "I know you are, angel," he says, his voice low and rough. "You're close. I can feel it. Just let go, let yourself fall apart for me, babygirl."

He dives back in, this time, he's gonna taste you directly from the source. His tongue plunging into your core, searching for that sweet spot that will push you over the edge.

Joel's tongue continues to move inside you, thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm. He moves his hands to your thighs, holding you in place as he feasts on you.

"You taste like heaven," he repeats, his voice strained with pleasure.

He flicks his tongue against your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Enough to make you come.

Writhing, your legs shaking because it was too much. You let yourself fall apart, panting, moaning, saying his name.

He pressed his lips on your thighs, then slowly pulled your calves from his shoulders.

You were just recovering, but he just took off his jeans, you were amused, biting your lip, but once you saw his bulge, your gaze changed.

Surprised and... a little scared. It was too big, it will defenitely hurt, also, now that you see that this is going serious, you don't have condoms, but you want to do it.

You sit on your knees to help him getting rid of his shirt and his boxers. You adored his body, you've seen it before, but not like this, so... raw. His cock was dripping precum, it was swollen, his base hairy... you were eager to touch him.

Your gaze was sticked to his cock, the way he held it. "Can I touch it?" you asked sheepishly looking at him through your lashes.

His cock twitched in response. "Yeah, you can touch me,"

You swallowed and the tip of your finger barely touched his tip... it wasn't even entirely when he made you lay back in bed. He couldn't take it, you were almost too innocent, the way your first thought was to touch the tip and not fist him, the way your finger looked so small. He won't last long if you keep doing that.

"That's unfair—" you knitted your brows.

"I'm sorry, angel. You will touch me tomorrow, but right now I need to fuck you."

Your cheeks burned and your knees were still together. He laid his hands on them but you talked before he could spread them.

"Joel, I don't have any condoms,"

He chuckled. "Me neither,"

"What should we do?" your face almost screamed panic, it was really sweet and also, of course you had a point, but his mind only worked for pleasure right now.

"You want us to stop?" you shook your head. "Okay, then trust me, I'll pull out on time,"

"But it's still risky—"

"Jesus," he finally spreaded you open. "I ain't gonna hurt you, I promise,"

You nodded, trusting blindly in him.. because right now, you could only think about your own pleasure too.

He teased his tip all over your slit, mixing your juices, rubbing his cock against your slit, feeling how small it felt. He didn't want to hurt you, he knew you'd feel fucking good to fuck.

"Take your shirt off," he growled.

You didn't need to be told twice, you tugged the piece of fabric over your head, revealing your bare breasts to him. He had imagined them before, how your nipples would be, back in the pool, in the beach, they were covered just by a rectangle but they were hiding so much.

He went inside slowly. Your hands grasped to his arms, whining and made a face of pain. He knew it would hurt but he knows you'll feel good in a couple of seconds.

Once he was finally inside, he didn't move for a couple of seconds—you felt them like an eternity. You were choking him, you were warm, soft... tight, it was too much.

"Please—" you whimpered.

He locked his gaze on yours and thrusted. It hurt, and it kept hurting until it didn't, until all the pain was replaced with pleasure and lust.

He was being as gentle as possible. You wrapped his torso, sticking him even closer to you.

His weight all over you but you could only plea for more. Your walls throbbed and so did his cock. It felt good. Joel was making you squirm, losing your mind over him.

Moaning, clawing your nails on his back, he's sure you're gonna leave marks, scratches, but he couldn't care less.

"You're taking it so good," he groaned.

You hummed something incoherent in response, couldn't even mouth a word.

"So tight," his head found its way to the crook of your neck. "Such a good girl,"

He nudged your g-spot, thrusting and nibbling your neck, leaving little marks, feeling your intoxicating scent.

The way you moaned his name, softly and needy, made him lost his mind.

You whined. "Joel, don't—" your eyes roll involuntarily. "I'm gonna—"

"Yeah, that's it, come for me," he cooed on your ear.

And you needed less. You followed his order, losing yourself, reaching your second orgasm. Your walls choked him, he never felt anything tighter before. You were milking him... and he would've shot his load inside you, God knows he would've.

But he couldn't take the risk. He pulled out with a loud pop sound of juices.

He jerked off until his cum was costing your slit. It was so much he felt like a teen.

Your body was still trembling, weak from the overwhelming sensations, but you didn't regret a thing. Every nerve felt alive, sensitive to even the faintest touch of the sheets beneath you.

Joel stood up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. A moment later, he returned, a warm cloth in hand.

He was gentle as he cleaned you, careful, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. You appreciated that—the quiet care in his actions, the way he wasn't rushing to leave.

You expected him to grab his things and go, to put some distance between you now that it was over. But to your surprise, Joel didn't move toward the door. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, then slipped under the covers beside you, his warmth seeping into your skin as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

You turned your head, meeting his gaze in the dim light. "I really enjoyed it," you admitted, your voice soft, a little shy.

Joel let out a low hum, his hand finding your waist beneath the sheets. "Me too," he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. "More than you think."

His words settled deep inside you, warm and reassuring. You let yourself relax, curling into his side, and when he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, you leaned into the touch.

For the first time that night, you didn't overthink. You just let yourself be held.

Joel let out a slow breath, his fingers still tracing idle circles against your waist. You hesitated for a moment before speaking, your voice quieter now, softer.

"I'm sorry," you murmured.

His brows furrowed. "For what?"

You swallowed, fingers playing with the edge of the sheet. "For being... I don't know, a little much sometimes. I know I can be stubborn, or—" you let out a small, nervous laugh—"annoying, like you said."

Joel shook his head immediately. "Don’t say that," he muttered, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "Drives me crazy when you push my buttons, yeah, but that don’t mean I don’t like it." His voice dipped lower, rougher. "I like it too damn much."

You blinked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone.

He exhaled, his thumb running along your ribs. "I’m sorry for makin’ you feel like you were a bother. You never were. Never will be."

A comfortable silence settled between you, warm and easy, interrupted only by the rhythmic crash of the waves outside. You traced lazy patterns over his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart before finally speaking again.

"So..." you hesitated, biting your lip. "Are we gonna do it again?"

Joel huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Sweetheart," he said, amused, "you damn near killed me. Need a minute before you wear me out completely."

You laughed, lightly smacking his arm, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as he pulled you closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.

"Not now. I know old men usually take—"

He laughed, hard, delighted. "Old man? This old man just made you have two orgasms in a row."

You rolled your eyes, but still could feel your cheeks warm. "I was talking about doing it tomorrow? Maybe? I mean, I would like to get better, learn new things,"

Joel smirked, shifting onto his side so he could look at you properly. His fingers brushed over your hip, lazy and warm. "Oh, now look at you," he murmured, voice dipping into something teasing. "All shy all of a sudden."

Your face burned. "I’m not shy," you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

"Mm-hmm." His thumb traced slow circles against your skin. "So let me get this straight—you’re askin’ me to teach you a few things?"

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it, low and knowing. You swallowed hard, lips parting, but the words seemed to stick in your throat.

Joel grinned, leaning in just enough that his lips brushed your ear. "That’s real cute, sweetheart," he murmured. "But you gotta use your words."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Forget I said anything."

His chuckle rumbled against your skin as he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss just below your ear. "Oh, no. I heard you loud and clear," he mused, his breath warm against your skin. "And don’t you worry—I’ll make sure you learn real good."

You sighed, utterly spent, and rolled onto your stomach, your body sinking into the mattress. The exhaustion tugged at you almost instantly, a deep, pleasant heaviness settling into your limbs. Your eyes fluttered shut, the thought drifted lazily through your mind—maybe tomorrow, you could sneak into his room. The idea made your lips curve slightly before sleep pulled you under and within moments, your breathing evened out, soft and steady.

Joel propped himself up on one elbow, watching you. His fingers ghosted over the curve of your back, barely touching, just tracing the shape of you beneath the sheets. The room was quiet, save for the distant sound of waves crashing outside, but inside his head—inside his chest—everything was loud.

He should feel guilty. Hell, maybe he did, a little. Not because he regretted it—because he didn’t. Not even for a second. But because it was you. His best friend's daughter. And not only had he slept with you, but he'd been your first. That should’ve weighed on him more, should’ve made him hesitate, should’ve made him pull away before any of this happened.

But looking at you now—peaceful, lips slightly parted as you breathed, hair splayed out over the pillow—any guilt that tried to surface didn’t stand a chance.

Because you were beautiful. And, God knows, you drove him crazy.

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling quietly.

He was in trouble. 

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the resort’s dining area, casting a warm glow over the table set with fresh fruit, toast, and steaming cups of coffee. The soft hum of conversation filled the space, blending with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

You sat across from Joel, the cool tile of the floor smooth beneath your bare foot as you stretched out, pressing lightly against his leg beneath the table. A small, teasing touch.

Joel didn’t react at first. Just sipped his coffee, gaze flicking up to meet yours over the rim of his cup. But when you dragged your foot higher, brushing along his calf, the muscle in his jaw ticked.

Your lips curled slightly, feigning innocence as you reached for a piece of fruit, taking a slow bite.

"You’re in a good mood this morning," your dad commented, flipping through the resort’s activity pamphlet. "Had fun last night?"

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around your fork.

Joel cleared his throat, setting his mug down a little too carefully.

You forced yourself to nod, hoping the heat in your face wasn’t too obvious. "Yeah," you said, voice just a little too high. "I had a really good time."

Joel let out the smallest chuckle, shaking his head as he reached for the butter.

"Glad to hear it," your dad said, turning a page. "This trip’s all about relaxing. You deserve to enjoy yourself, sweetheart."

You nodded, glancing at Joel, at the way he was watching you now—something dark, something knowing.

"And," your dad added, stretching back in his chair. "Summer’s just getting started."

Your stomach fluttered. If only dad knew...

Yeah. Summer had just begun.

[wonsiwon]

jealous over a bunny? | p.sh

sinopsis | where sunghoon finds himself unexpectedly jealous of a giant jellycat bunny. feeling ignored by the giant bunny, decides to give you something else to be entertained by: himself.

pairing | boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre | established relationship, smut

warnings | pussy eating + fingering + nicknames + messy sex + no mention of protection.

sunghoon didn’t think it through. at the time, it seemed like a cute idea—he knew how much you loved plushies, and the way your face lit up when you saw the giant jellycat bunny was totally worth it. but now? now that stupid thing had basically replaced him.

every time he came over, it was there. taking up space on your bed, always by your side, like some oversized third wheel. you’d hug it at night, bury your face into it, and sunghoon would just sit there, arms crossed, watching you get all cozy with a stuffed animal instead of him.

he’d tried to reason with you. maybe put it in the corner or something, he suggested once, already knowing you’d ignore him. and, of course, you did. the bunny wasn’t going anywhere.

that’s when it started bothering him more than it should. he’d lie next to you, barely getting any space, watching as you clung to that thing like it was the best thing in the world. and yeah, it was stupid to be jealous over a plushie, but here he was, glaring at the bunny like it personally offended him.

sunghoon sat at the edge of your bed, staring at the ridiculous plush like it had personally wronged him. it was stupid—he knew that. but the way you were practically draped over it, using its leg as a pillow while you scrolled through your phone, just pissed him off for no reason.

“that thing takes up half your bed” he muttered, eyeing it like it might move just to spite him.

you hummed in response, barely glancing up. “mhm. it’s comfy.”

sunghoon scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “you have a whole boyfriend, and you’re cuddling that.”

you finally looked up at him, your lips curving into a knowing smile. “are you jealous of a stuffed animal?”

sunghoon stiffened, the edge of his mouth twitching. “no.” he said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. but it was stupid, right? getting worked up over a plushie. still, he couldn’t help it. it felt like you were hugging it more than him these days.

sunghoon shifted uncomfortably, watching as you giggled, completely absorbed in your phone. it had been minutes since he arrived, and you hadn’t even looked up. the bunny had fully claimed your attention, and he was just… there.

before all this, he used to be the one you’d curl up with at night, the one you’d lay on after a long day, but now it was that stupid bunny.

he exhaled sharply, trying to push the feeling down. he wasn’t about to make a big deal out of it, but it did feel a little ridiculous. slowly, he slid onto the bed next to you, leaning back against the headboard with his arms still crossed.

“so..” he started casually “you planning on giving me any attention today, or should i just get comfy next to… mr. bunny over here?” sunghoon leaned in slightly, his voice softer now, a hint of playful irritation. “princess, you’re really going to make me fight with a stuffed animal for your attention?”

sunghoon watched as you slowly put your phone away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when you crawled into his lap. he raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his nose.

“is this better?” you asked, your voice playful but soft.

before you could tease him, he tilted his head, closing the distance between you in one smooth motion. his lips brushed against yours, properly, slow, warm, and just a little bit teasing.

his other hand found its way to your jaw, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. he hummed against your lips, a low sound of satisfaction, as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his hoodie.

his kiss deepened, his tongue gently brushing against your bottom lip, asking for more. and when you opened to him, he took it as an invitation. you responded just as eagerly, your hands gripping the back of his hoodie tighter as his tongue traced the inside of your mouth, pushing you further into the kiss.

The subtle grind of your hips against his didn’t go unnoticed. sunghoon’s breath hitched, and his grip on your waist tightened, a low groan escaping him as he shifted to meet the movement. your body moved against his in a slow, feeling him harden beneath you. the kiss became all-consuming, hot and messy.

"you know.." he murmured, his voice low and husky. his lips found your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin. you shivered, tilting your head to give him better access. “why don't we give your little friend a show?"

his hands roamed your body, and as your clothes fell away, sunghoon turned you abruptly over onto your stomach. you felt the soft fur of the giant bunny plushie beneath you.

"face down." sunghoon commanded as he swatted his hand against your ass, the sound of it ringing through the room. you let out a whine, burying your face into the plush belly of the stuffed animal.

his hands trailed down your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine. he leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder. you shivered, face still buried in the plush bunny's fur.

“look at you" sunghoon murmured, his hot breath tickled the back of your neck as he pressed himself against you, his hardness evident through his pants. "so beautiful."

he gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he slowly grinded against you. "you like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "feeling me, all hard and ready for you." his hand sliding down your belly to cup your mound through your panties. he rubbed gently, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. “tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me how you want me to fuck you."

you arched your back, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Your breath hitched as his fingers traced the outline of your lips through the thin fabric of your panties. “please.." you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

sunghoon growled low in his throat, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he pulled them down slowly, his knuckles brushing against your sensitive skin.

his hands moved to his belt, the metal buckle clinking loudly as he undid it. he slid the leather strap through the loops of his pants, the sound echoing in the room. you watched over your shoulder as he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. he pushed his pants down his hips, revealing his the waistband of his boxers.

you could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric, the tip damp with pre-cum. he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, pulling his boxers down inch by inch. his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening in the dim light. he gripped himself at the base, giving his shaft a few slow pumps. then, with a wicked grin, he pressed the tip against your entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit.

you moaned loudly, your hips bucking back against him as he teased you with the tip of his cock. "that’s it, baby," he encouraged, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. "let me hear you." sunghoon chuckled, as he continued his slow torture, circling your entrance with his tip but refusing to push inside.

your moans grew louder, more desperate and just when you thought you might explode from frustration, he finally gave you what you craved.

with a smooth thrust, sunghoon entered you, filling you completely. your fingers clutched at the bunny's fur as pleasure coursed through your body. "fuck…” sunghoon growled, his voice thick with lust. "you feel so good, baby. so tight and wet for me."

the giant bunny plushie beneath you shifted with each thrust, its soft fur tickling your bare skin. you clutched at its ears, muffling your moans against its plush body.

you lift your head, meeting the bunny's innocent button eyes. the contrast between its cute appearance and the lewd acts being performed around it only heightened your arousal. you gripped its ears tightly, rolling your eyes when you felt his hands sliding up to grab your breasts. he squeezed them roughly, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“shit, your pussy is gripping me so tight.” sunghoon panted, his hips moving at a frantic pace now. “im gonna fill you up, baby.”

"im gonna cum" you whine and he leaned over you, his muscular chest pressing against your back as he pounded into you mercilessly.

"come for me, baby” he commanded, his voice a low, seductive growl. the bunny plushie beneath you bounced wildly, its stuffing shifting with each aggressively thrust. tears streamed down your face as you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you sobbed, your nails digging into the bunny's fur.

with a final, deep thrust, Sunghoon buried himself deep inside you. but Sunghoon didn't stop. he gripped your hips tightly, flipping you onto your back. before you could catch your breath, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your dripping core.

“oh god” you gasped, your body arching off the bed.

sunghoon’s tongue delved into your folds, lapping at your juices like a man starved. He sucked on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked entrance.

your legs trembled as he pushed you towards another orgasm.

“sunghoon, please..” you begged, your voice breaking. "I need...I need..."

he knew exactly what you needed. with a final, hard suck on your clit, he pushed you over the edge. you came undone, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. sunghoon didn't stop, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm until you were a sobbing, shaking mess beneath him. "that’s it, baby” he murmured, kissing his way up your body.

But he wasn't done with you yet.

sunghoon crawled up your body, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone and neck. he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, letting you taste yourself on him. you moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. he settled between your legs, his hard dick pressing against you again. you gasped, breaking the kiss to look up at him with hooded eyes.

"sunghoon, I don't know if I can..." you started, but he silenced you with another kiss.

"I'll be gentle," he murmured against your lips. slowly, carefully, he entered you, giving you time to adjust to his size. you whimpered, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely.

he began to move, his thrusts long and deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each pass. you legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, faster.

sunghoon's piercing gaze locked onto yours, his intense stare sending shivers down your spine. his sharp jawline was clenched, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin as he moved above you. you couldn't help but admire the way his biceps flexed with each thrust.

his dark hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and his full lips were parted as he panted with exertion. but it was his eyes that held you captive - the way they burned with desire, the way they drank in every inch of your body as if committing it to memory.

"you're so fucking gorgeous," he moaned. "I could spend hours just looking at you."

sunghoon's thrusts slowed, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. his breathing grew heavier, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“fuck, baby..” he gasped, breaking the kiss. "im gonna cum. im gonna fill you up so fucking deep." he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin. his hips snapped forward, driving into you with a final, deep thrust. you felt him pulse inside you as he reached his peak, his release warm and thick as it spilled inside of you.

sunghoon collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and spent. he panted heavily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he rolled off you, flopping onto his back beside you. He threw an arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

you lay there, a trembling, satisfied mess. your hair was a wild tangle, sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. your lips were swollen and bruised from sunghoon’s kisses, your neck marked with hickeys. you looked utterly destroyed.

he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“you okay?" he murmured, his voice filled with awe and tenderness. you nodded, snuggling against him.

"im perfect." you yawned, your eyelids growing heavy. sunghoon tightened his hold on you, his hand continuing its gentle caress.

his gaze drifted to the bunny, a small smirk played on his lips as his mind raced with dirty thoughts. he pictured you, naked and alone, grinding against the bunny plushie, your hands exploring your body as you pleasured yourself. he imagined the way your breasts would bounce, the sounds of your moans filling the room. he felt his cock stirring again at the thought, eager for more.

“what are you thinking about?" you asked, noticing his distant gaze and the growing bulge in his lap. he snapped back to reality, a smirk spreading across his face.

“nothing much” he lied smoothly.