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[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Bite me;

Synopsis; You wrestle with the shocking truth about Sunghoon's true nature after a dangerous encounter in the woods. The tension between you two grows, and your deepening connection pulls you both into a dangerous web of secrets, emotions, and desires. Sunghoon is torn between protecting you and controlling his overwhelming attraction, leading to a complicated and seductive path that neither of you can escape.

Pairing; fem!reader X vampire!park Sunghoon Genre; Suggestive; a tiny bit of fluff; a tiny bit of thriller (?) sunshine!reader x grumpy!sunghoon trope (?) Words; 5k Warning; mentions of blood; injuries; sucking blood; sexual themes; violence; cursing; overall 18+ MASTERLIST;

A/N: I LITERALLY FORGOT I HAD TO POST THIS TODAY OMG! But here it is! I used to really like this story, but I don't anymore. It always happens when I spend way too many hours editing it over and over again. But anyways.... As always, likes and reblogs are always welcome. Thank you <3

“What are you doing here?” a deep voice demands from behind you. You quickly turn around, disoriented, and are faced with the reason you’re in the dark forest late at night—Sunghoon.

You’re confused about how he found you, as you were at least five minutes behind him. He stands tall in front of you, dressed entirely in black and visibly upset. His thick eyebrows nearly touching and his lips pressed into a thin line. Crossing his arms, he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

Amazed, you scan the man in front of you, who looks particularly striking under the full moon. His pale skin is even more pronounced, with deep blue veins visible on his long neck and slender hands. His eyes are darker than usual, and you swear they’ve changed color. He also seems more confident now, his tall figure looming over you like a heavy curse you can’t escape.

“Do I have to ask you again?” Sunghoon questions, stepping closer. Suddenly, he’s too near, his cologne invading your senses—manly and intoxicatingly seductive.

“I…” you stutter, your brain failing you. “I came because of you. I saw you sneaking into the forest all week and wondered what you were doing…” you confess, your eyes darting over his face but avoiding his gaze.

The first time you noticed was when you were distracted, searching for the crow that usually perched near your bedroom window. Your curious eyes were meticulously scanning the area when you spotted a figure disappearing into the shadowy woods.

You were confused, thinking you’d imagined it, but the next day, it happened again. The most bewildering part was that it was Sunghoon—the hot guy who lived next door. Your crush. You haven’t spoken much, but you always make it a point to say goodnight when you catch him outside.

“And why would you think that’s a good idea?” Sunghoon asks, his voice sharp and annoyed.

Sunghoon doesn’t understand why you’re always so smiley and talkative toward him. He hasn’t given you any signs that he wants to engage. Yet you persist, greeting him on the street and bringing him food your mom makes too much of.

To his luck—or misfortune—your bedroom window is directly across from his. Sunghoon often catches glimpses of you walking around in your underwear, and though he feels guilty, his eyes linger before he forces himself to look away or closes his curtains.

“You keep disappearing into the woods. I’ve been watching for days,” you say seriously. “I was curious to know what’s going on.” Your voice drops, guilt creeping in as you realize you’ve crossed a boundary.

Sunghoon scratches the back of his neck nervously. He doesn’t want to tell you why he’s always here; he barely knows you. As he debates what to say, the soft rustle of leaves captures his attention. His ears twitch, and his dark, hypnotic eyes scan the forest. All his senses are on high alert—a bad sign.

Sunghoon steps forward, grabs your wrist, and pulls you behind him. His grip is tight, and you want to complain, but the seriousness in his eyes sends a chill down your spine.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, confused, as his cold, bony fingers keep a firm hold on you. His protective instincts flare, sensing danger.

“Shhh,” he hushes, his voice low.

His piercing gaze sweeps the forest until a tall man steps into view. The man is dressed in black, with a large red cross hanging around his neck and a heavy crossbow aimed directly at Sunghoon.

“Run as fast as you can. I’ll handle him,” Sunghoon orders in a hushed tone, turning to meet your eyes. His expression is unyielding, but you see the faintest hint of worry.

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you nod, turning to flee. The forest is alive with noise—the rustling of leaves, the cries of cicadas, and distant howls. Your footsteps are muted beneath the chaos. Exhausted, you stop to catch your breath, your throat dry and your hands trembling.

As your breathing slows, an eerie silence falls.

The wind stops whispering, and the animals go quiet. Terror grips you—silence is far more unsettling than noise. You frantically search for Sunghoon, but he’s nowhere to be found. Panic rises as you call out:

“SUNGHOON!” you shout, your voice echoing through the forest. No response. “SUNGHOON!” you yell again, desperate, tears welling in your eyes.

A sudden gust of wind chills you to the bone, and then strong arms wrap around you. His familiar scent fills your senses, and you turn to see Sunghoon. His eyes, once dark, are now a vivid red, and his face is streaked with blood.

“Sunghoon…” you whisper, reaching for his face with trembling hands. “Are you hurt?”

“This blood isn’t mine,” he says flatly.

The words offer no comfort. If anything, they make you nauseous. Your mind races, piecing together everything you know about him. He lives alone, keeps to himself, and disappears into the woods every night. Could he be more dangerous than you ever imagined? And if the blood isn’t his… did he just kill that person?

You stumble back, your face pale, your breathing ragged. Sunghoon notices your distress, his expression unreadable. You take another step away, then another, your only thought is to escape and process everything.

“Where are you going?” Sunghoon asks, his tone soft yet pleading as he follows you.

“Home,” you reply coldly, avoiding his gaze. You walk faster, trying to put distance between you, but he’s still close. Panicking, you break into a run.

But Sunghoon has tricks you didn’t anticipate. Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, blocking your path. You stop, bewildered. How did he get here so fast?

“Can we at least talk about this?” Sunghoon pleads, reaching for your wrist. You pull away, repulsed by the blood on his hands.

“Talk about what? How you just killed that man?” you shout, your voice trembling with fear.

“It’s not that simple,” he says softly, finally grasping your hand. His touch is gentle, as if trying to soothe you. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. Why did you follow me?”

“Because I care about you, that’s why!” you snap, your voice breaking.

Sunghoon freezes. He’s never heard you curse, and your confession leaves him speechless. His hand lifts to your chin, tilting your face so your eyes meet his. His gaze softens; the red in his eyes fades back to the familiar brown you know.

“YN…” he murmurs, his voice unsteady, an unfamiliar emotion stirring within him.

Your lips tremble, your teary eyes pleading. “Let me go,” you whisper, your voice fragile yet resolute.

Sunghoon hesitates but releases you. Guilt consumes him as he watches you back away. Tears streak down your face, and his chest tightens painfully.

Curiosity killed the cat—and it could’ve killed you too.

Sunghoon stands frozen, the faint sound of your retreating footsteps haunting him as the night swallows you whole.

The next time Sunghoon sees you, it’s planned. He thought he had everything under control—studying what to say and how to say it without causing any more pain. But as he approached your bedroom window, he was left baffled.

You were sitting in the little nook by your window, a beer in hand and a few empty cans scattered across the floor. From a distance, he took in the sight of you—your flushed face, stray tears rolling down your cheeks. You were murmuring something to yourself, and curiosity pulled him closer.

“Why do I keep falling for weird people?” you complained, your voice tinged with a whiny frustration. Sunghoon felt a smile creep onto his lips, finding your candidness endearing. Yet, deep down, guilt churned in his chest. He knew he was the reason for your tears, and he hated himself for it.

Carefully, he approached your window, trying not to startle you, but to his dismay, you’d been watching him the entire time.

“You know I have a door, right?” you called out as he came into view. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, confused.

“I’ve seen you lurking around here for the last three days,” you added, clearly irritated. You stood up, opening the window to let him in. He climbed through awkwardly, his eyes scanning your room. It was clean, carrying the sweet scent that reminded him of you. He accidentally kicked one of the empty cans as he moved, settling himself across from you to face you directly.

“Also, I’m not drunk,” you declared, as if reading his mind. “I can’t get drunk on beer.” You sighed, knowing full well it was true. You had run out of soju and didn’t feel like leaving the house, so beer was your only option. Unfortunately, all it did was send you running to the bathroom over and over again.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” you asked, hoping his words might lift the weight pressing against your heart.

“I’m not very good with words…” Sunghoon confessed, scratching the back of his neck. You were the only person who ever made him feel this uncertain.

“Well, you’d better figure it out, or I’ll kick you out and call the police for stalking me,” you quipped, half annoyed, half teasing, hoping to get a reaction.

“Then why haven’t you done that already?” Sunghoon countered, leaning in slightly, his signature playful smirk tugging at his lips. He loved these games with you. They always ended the same way—with you blushing and pulling away.

“I’m not sure…” you replied honestly. “Maybe I hoped you’d actually want to talk.”

“You were the one who didn’t want to talk,” Sunghoon reminded you, leaning closer. His dark eyes studied the way you nervously chewed your bottom lip.

“I was in shock, okay?” you defended yourself. “It’s not every day you see the guy you have a crush on… killing someone.”

Sunghoon froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Your sudden confession threw him completely off guard, making all the words he had rehearsed vanish from his mind.

You, on the other hand, stood up and began picking up the scattered beer cans.

“Can you leave?” you asked softly, avoiding his gaze as you carried the cans to the kitchen.

“Wait, why?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy, confusion etched across his face.

“You seem uncomfortable,” you replied, sitting on the edge of your bed and keeping a noticeable distance from him.

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. He hated how he struggled to find the right words around you.

“Look, I’m not uncomfortable,” he said. “I’m afraid. Afraid that if I tell you what I need to say, you’ll freak out.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” you said, rolling your eyes. But as your gaze landed on him again, you couldn’t help but admire how the black clothes contrasted against his pale skin.

Sunghoon began pacing back and forth in front of your bed, searching for the courage to spill the truth. He debated how to approach it—whether to explain who the man was or why he had to die—or to ease into it slowly. But then, he blurted it out anyway.

“I’m a vampire.”

Your head tilted slightly as you stared at him, blinking in disbelief. Then, you laughed.

“Sunghoon, be serious,” you said with an amused smile.

“I am serious,” he insisted, his tone unwavering. “I’m a vampire. I have six friends who are vampires too. We’ve been moving from place to place for years to stay safe.”

He moved closer, sitting on the bed beside you. His dark, intense eyes bore into yours, silently pleading for you to believe him.

“Sunghoon…” you said softly, closing your eyes in disbelief. This had to be the lamest excuse anyone had ever given you.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he repeated, irritation creeping into his voice. “Look at me. My skin is this pale because there’s no blood in my veins. These canines aren’t fake—”

You interrupted his words with a skeptical gaze, your eyes fixed on his mouth. It was true—his canines were sharper than most people’s, but you had always assumed it was just… genetics.

Your eyes roamed his face—his piercing dark eyes, long lashes, and smooth, pale skin. But when you noticed faint scars on his neck, curiosity got the better of you.

Gently, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his skin as you tilted his head to the side. Sunghoon shivered under your touch, unused to such warmth.

As your breath ghosted over his neck, your proximity made him dizzy. The scent of your hair and the faint perfume you wore invaded his senses. Sunghoon tried to focus, but your closeness overwhelmed him. His body tensed, and in his distraction, he fell back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.

Your hands braced against his chest to steady yourself, and you let out a small gasp. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you quickly pushed yourself up.

“I—” you stammered, stepping away from him, your arms crossed defensively.

Sunghoon propped himself up on his forearms, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you muttered finally. “I believe you. What happens now?”

Sunghoon stood up, his tall frame towering over you as he moved closer.

“Now, you need to keep it a secret,” he said, his voice low. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “And now, I have to keep an eye on you… to protect you.”

When his face moved away from your ear, you stared into his brown eyes with both worry and an intense feeling that started to brew inside because of his sudden confidence. Sunghoon thought you couldn't get cuter. The way you were always so expressive and simple, always showing what you were feeling.

“Protect me from what?” You asked nervously, taking a few steps back to get away from his intense gaze.

“I was saying in general, princess.” You softly blushed at the nickname, knowing he was messing with you because you had confessed your feelings for him.

“Don’t call me that.” You tried to stand your ground and look serious, but Sunghoon just smirked at you, arching an eyebrow.

“Or what? What are you going to do?” He insisted, stepping forward and cornering you against the wall.

Your eyes met his again, and your mouth hung open. Your heart beat out of your chest as his figure came closer and closer to you, his intense natural smell clouding your vision. Soon, your back hit the wall, and you gasped in surprise, the cold feeling sending shivers down your spine. Sunghoon leaned down again, his face coming close to your neck.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you felt his nose brush against you, and then you felt something sharp against your skin, making you whimper. Sunghoon let his fangs, which had grown longer, graze over your skin. Your sweet perfume made him lose his mind once again, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. But he knew he couldn’t, so after teasing you for a while longer, he stepped away.

You stood there breathless, your chest red, and the heat spreading along your neck and face. You wanted to make a hole in the ground and disappear, unable to resist the tension that had settled inside your safe place.

“I have to go. I’ll come visit you again soon,” Sunghoon said with a smile as he left through your window. You ran there, trying to peek at him one last time, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just a small bat flew away, its tiny body disappearing further into the night sky.

The next few times Sunghoon came over, it didn’t feel as strange anymore. He was wearing casual clothes and his glasses, which framed his handsome face perfectly. Most of the time, the two of you sat by the nook, talking about his recent adventures.

You couldn’t help but feel pleased that he’d started opening up to you. You tried to savor every moment when he wouldn’t stop talking. Sunghoon never brought up your feelings for him again. Instead, he just hung out with you as though nothing had changed, enjoying your presence and appreciating how you always seemed so captivated by his stories.

Sunghoon couldn’t fully understand the feelings he had for you. Beneath the innocent fondness he felt, something deeper stirred. He craved to protect you, to keep you by his side forever. But even beyond that, there was a secret desire that grew stronger with every visit. It started when you grew more comfortable with him, and your choice of outfits began to change.

At first, you would dress up nicely—wear makeup, spritz on perfume, and carefully pick your outfits. But now, you didn’t bother changing when he came by your window. Whatever you were wearing stayed. Sometimes it was a short crop top and loose pants; other times, it was a long T-shirt with shorts, leaving your legs exposed. Sunghoon tried his best not to stare, but the way your legs lazily rested on top of his made it difficult.

Sometimes, he would even stutter and lose track of his story, but you never noticed, too engrossed in what he was saying.

Today, you stood shyly in his living room, feeling all six pairs of eyes fix on you. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you fidgeted, unsure of what to do.

“Guys, come on, you’re making her shy,” Sunghoon said suddenly, walking in from the kitchen with a few cups filled with something you didn’t want to ask about. He gently grabbed your hand and led you toward the sofas, motioning for you to sit beside the boy with a big smile and soft, wavy hair.

The boy’s smile widened as he looked at you. “Hi, I’m Jake!” he said in a thick accent.

You smiled back. “I’m Y/N,” you responded quietly, glancing nervously around the room.

Sunghoon thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to his friends, who, as far as you knew, were all vampires too. Your eyes flitted to each of them. The tallest, yet the youngest, was sitting cross-legged on the carpet. His black hair hung over his eyes, and you’d learned his name was Ni-ki. On the sofa next to him was Jungwoon, their leader. His cute blonde hair contrasted sharply with the intensity in his darkly lined eyes. Beside him sat Jay and Heesung, two tall, strikingly attractive men whose piercing gazes made you swallow nervously.

In front of them were Jake, the friendly boy beside you, and Sunoo. His fluffy blonde hair framed his soft features perfectly.

Jake seemed to take an instant liking to you. His arm rested casually behind you as he cracked jokes, clearly trying to make you laugh. His eyes stayed glued to your flustered expression, but you seemed oblivious to his intentions, simply laughing along.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon leaned against the sofa, his dark eyes never leaving Jake. He hated how close he was to you.

As the conversation shifted, your curiosity got the better of you. You began asking questions about their vampirism, eager to know more. The topic grew serious, and Sunghoon used the opportunity to sit on the floor in front of you. Without thinking, you opened your legs slightly, letting him lean back against the sofa. Your hands naturally found their way to his shoulders.

“Wait, so you can bite someone without turning them into a vampire?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion. Your fingers drifted to Sunghoon’s hair, absentmindedly playing with it. He couldn’t hide the proud smirk on his lips as he turned his head slightly, making sure Jake saw how close the two of you were.

“Yeah, but we don’t do it,” Jungwoon explained, his hands resting casually on Jay’s legs.

“Why not?” you pressed.

“It only happens when we’re weak and need blood to heal,” Ni-ki chimed in, taking a sip from his cup. His lips were stained red from the liquid.

Sensing the discomfort in the room, you decided to drop the topic. The atmosphere felt heavier now, and everyone’s attention slowly shifted to the TV, where a movie was playing. You felt Sunghoon tense beneath your hands, and then, without warning, he pulled away entirely.

You blinked in confusion at the sudden change but didn’t say anything. Jake gave you a reassuring smile, his expression telling you that you hadn’t done anything wrong. You smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease as you relaxed against the sofa.

Across the room, Jungwoon’s sharp gaze lingered on you. Something about you unsettled him—not you directly, but the aura you carried. It made him uneasy. He made a mental note to speak to Sunghoon about it later.

Minutes passed, and you dozed off on the sofa. Your head rested on Sunoo’s shoulder, who had also fallen asleep. A thick blanket draped over the two of you, courtesy of Sunghoon.

The rest of the group had dispersed. Jay was outside starting a fire for a barbecue, while Ni-ki and Heesung set the table. In the kitchen, Sunghoon and Jungwoon were finishing the side dishes.

“I have a bad feeling about her,” Jungwoon said in a low voice, standing next to Sunghoon, who was washing the dishes. The taller boy turned to his leader, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“She’s just a human,” Sunghoon replied simply.

“You’re getting too attached to her,” Jungwoon said, his tone firm as he gave Sunghoon a stern look, clearly annoyed by his dismissive response. “She was just a human to Sunoo too, and look what happened—he almost died.” Jungwoon hadn’t meant to be so blunt, but he couldn’t help it. That was why he was chosen as the leader. He only wanted to protect Sunghoon. Nothing more.

“That woman was crazy. She took advantage of Sunoo,” Sunghoon shot back, his voice rising slightly, disliking how his friend was comparing you to someone like that. “Y/N would never hurt me,” he added firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As Sunghoon finished washing the dishes, he turned to help carry the plates outside. But his steps faltered when his eyes landed on you. You were fast asleep on the sofa, your lips slightly pouted as you breathed softly. Sunoo was beside you, also dozing off, his hair messy and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

The sight made Sunghoon relax, the tension in his shoulders melting away. He found himself quietly admiring you, the way you seemed so peaceful and innocent.

Jungwoon, standing beside him with a bowl in his hand, shifted his gaze to the couch, carefully studying the scene before him. Maybe his unease wasn’t coming from you directly, but from what you might bring into their lives. His instincts tingled with a sense of danger.

He glanced at Sunghoon, observing how his entire demeanor softened as he watched you. That could be good—or very bad. Sunghoon had a history of becoming aggressive and possessive when he cared deeply about someone, and not just with you. The last time it happened, both he and Ni-ki had been severely injured.

Their thoughts were interrupted by Heesung’s voice calling from outside. They exchanged a brief glance before refocusing on their task. As they carried the plates out, the heavy tension in the room remained, thick and lingering, like a storm waiting to break.

Sunghoon’s vision blurs as heavy tears pool in his eyes. He kneels on the ground, his black pants soaked with thick blood and mud. His chest heaves as he lowers his head, trying to control himself. The fresh scent of the surrounding trees invades his senses, a futile attempt to steady his ragged breathing.

“What was her name again?” the tall man taunts, his voice strained as he struggles to lift himself off the ground. Blood pours from his nose, cascading like a waterfall and staining his holy white shirt.

“Don’t you dare!” Sunghoon snarls, his voice trembling with rage. One hand clutches his chest, the sharp sting intensifying with each labored breath. Slowly, he attempts to rise, only to stumble forward.

“It’s YN, isn’t it?” the bloodied man croaks, lying flat on his back as his lungs fill with blood. He knows his end is near, but it doesn’t matter. He’s uncovered Sunghoon’s greatest weakness.

And if they break Sunghoon, they’ll destroy them all.

Hearing your name fall from the man’s lips is the final push Sunghoon needs. Summoning the last remnants of his strength, he forces himself upright. His legs feel leaden, barely able to support him, but he limps toward the man lying on the ground.

“I’ll kill every last one of you,” Sunghoon growls, his voice deadly and unwavering. “And I’ll drink your blood from your skull if you or your deranged people so much as touch her.” He bends down, his bruised hands gripping the man’s collar and pulling him closer.

“Is that a promise?” the man sputters, coughing up blood that spatters across Sunghoon’s face.

Tired of the man’s defiance, Sunghoon reaches for the gun tucked into his back pocket. Without hesitation, he presses it against the man’s forehead and pulls the trigger. The gunshot echoes through the forest, and blood splatters across his face and the surrounding plants. The man’s lifeless body grows limp in his grip, and Sunghoon lets it fall to the ground with a thud.

The effort overwhelms him, and Sunghoon staggers. His eyes flutter shut, exhaustion gripping him like a vice. This is bad, he thinks, barely able to whisper the words in his mind. Realizing he’s at his limit, he shifts into his bat form in a desperate attempt to fly to you, using the last of his energy to stay airborne.

You were sound asleep when a sudden, loud bang against your window jolted you awake. Your heart races as your body trembles with unease. Your eyes scan the darkened room until they land on a familiar sight—Sunghoon.

Tears well up in your eyes as you take in his condition. He rests against your window, barely conscious, his body soaked in blood. With trembling hands, you rush to open it, tears spilling freely down your cheeks as fear grips your heart. Sunghoon collapses onto the cushions by the window, his body heavy and limp.

“Sunghoon…” you whisper, your voice breaking. “What do I do? How can I help?” Your hands frantically move to unbutton his shirt, desperate to ease his discomfort.

He doesn’t respond immediately, momentarily lost in the warmth of your touch. But the moment your fingers graze his fresh bruises, he groans in pain, snapping him back to reality.

You quickly rise, searching for tissues to clean the blood from his face. Each tissue soaks through, the blood thick and unrelenting. When you get up to grab more, Sunghoon’s hand suddenly shoots out, gripping your wrist.

“I need…” His voice is barely audible, fragile and weak. “Blood.”

You stare at him in surprise, cupping his face with your trembling hands, uncaring that it’s still smeared with someone else’s blood. Warm tears stream down your cheeks, and Sunghoon gently catches one with his hand, his dark eyes locking intensely with yours.

“You—you can have mine,” you stammer, nervous yet desperate. “You said you could drink blood without turning me, so… do it,” you insist, your voice firm despite the trembling in your chest.

With hesitant hands, you pull your t-shirt over your head, standing before him in just your bralette. You look away, baring your neck to him, giving him full access. Sunghoon blinks twice, disbelief flickering in his gaze. You look so vulnerable, so enticing, and it takes every ounce of his fading strength to push forward.

With a groan, he presses you back against the wall, settling between your legs as he leans closer.

Sunghoon gently takes hold of your hands, lifting them above your head and pinning them with one hand. His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You sigh nervously, your breath shaky, though another sensation stirs within you—the way he looks, so starved and broken, makes your thighs tense instinctively.

As his lips hover near your neck, the faint moonlight softens his sharp features, illuminating the slight glow of his skin. His crimson eyes gleam, fully consumed by hunger and desire. His movements are slow, deliberate, his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Will it hurt?” you ask, voice trembling as his warm breath brushes your skin.

“Hurt?” Sunghoon murmurs lowly, and you swear you can hear the faintest smirk in his tone. “No, princess. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

With those words, his sharp fangs sink into your neck.

A loud moan escapes your lips at the sensation, your body squirming under his unyielding hold. There’s no pain—only something deeper, something primal that makes your breath hitch. Your chest presses against his bare skin, and another moan spills from you when his grip on your wrists and waist tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he feeds, regaining his strength.

Your breathing grows shallow, your mouth hanging open as Sunghoon finally pulls back. His teeth leave your neck, and a single drop of blood trails down your skin. Without hesitation, Sunghoon catches it with his tongue, licking it clean, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

He doesn’t pull away completely, lingering close to your neck, his lips brushing your collarbone. Soft, reverent kisses follow along your chest, his hungry mouth pecking lightly at the tops of your breasts, still covered by your bra.

“Thank you, princess,” he whispers, his voice hoarse yet full of gratitude as his grip on your wrists loosens. You lower your arms, resting them at your sides, silently granting him full access to you.

You don’t reply, your body trembling and overheated, sweat forming on your forehead. “Keep going…” you whisper breathlessly, your hand finding its way to his face, lifting his chin gently.

Sunghoon looks utterly wrecked—his messy black hair clings to his forehead, his lips stained with blood, and his dark eyes, now back to their normal color, burn with intensity. You bite your lip, unable to bear the suffocating heat between you. He seems to understand your unspoken plea, his gaze traveling over your flushed face before he leans in, capturing your lips with his own.

The kiss begins soft and tender but quickly transforms into something passionate and consuming. His grip on your waist tightens, his other hand sliding dangerously high on your thigh. He leaves no room for air, his lips moving hungrily against yours. When you pull away to catch your breath, he’s already there again, his skilled tongue dominating yours effortlessly. The faint metallic taste of your blood lingers in his mouth, and you break away when you notice it, finding it dangerously addictive.

You rest your forehead against his as your breathing steadies, though Sunghoon’s hand remains firmly on your thigh. You glance down at it, silently urging him to do more, but he hesitates. To him, this moment already feels like too much. All he wants now is to hold you and ensure you’re safe.

With gentle pressure on your waist, he guides you to lift your hips and settle onto his lap. Sunghoon shifts back slightly, leaning against the wall to make the position more comfortable.

No words are exchanged. It’s just the two of you, tangled together as he gazes out at the night sky. The crescent moon casts its pale light across the room, illuminating your peaceful expression as you drift off to sleep in his arms. Your head rests lazily against his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing you.

Sunghoon’s fingers find their way to your hair, gently massaging your scalp. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he makes a silent promise to the moon—and to himself.

He’ll protect you. Forever.

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[azrielsdove]

Flowers: Tamlin x Reader

Warnings: Some Smut, 18+

This was supposed to be for kinktober but it didn’t turn out very smut-centered, so i’m posting it as its own thing.

***

“That is not my problem,” you said, focusing on lacing up your boots. You heard the male grumble from behind you, your eyes rolling in exasperation. “You were in charge of packing what you needed. I cannot bring myself to care that you forgot a stupid dagger, Tamlin.” You turned around to face him, your hands coming to rest on your hips. You were completely over this.

“It is not just a dagger,” he mimicked, mocking your stance. “It holds the only venom that may be able to kill these creatures. And I did not forget it, your High Lord refused to give it to me!”

“Wow, I wonder why!” You said in mock shock, “It is almost as if we were not sent here to kill them. We only came to study them.”

“And if they attack?”

“Then we will winnow out of here. It is not a concern, Tamlin.” You turned away from him once more, grabbing your pack off the ground and slinging it over your shoulders. He was still mumbling something about “stupid Rhysand” and “why am I sent out with her”. You agreed with him on both points, because why did Rhys send you on this mission with him?

You and Tamlin had never gotten along. Even before the feud between him and Rhys. Something about him had always bothered you. He was insufferable to be around.

“Quit whining and take my hand. We winnow to the checkpoint together.” You thrust your hand towards him with all the warmth of an icicle, daring him to argue. He (smartly) chose to stay silent, clasping his hand into yours. A shiver went through your body at his touch, repulsed by him.

You made your way to the forest, landing in a small patch of bright colored flowers. You took a moment to appreciate their beauty before scanning the trees around you. Not much was known about the winged deer-like creatures Rhys had sent you to study. Some gardens were being ransacked on the outskirts of Velaris, and it was believed these were the culprits. They were highly dangerous beings, quick and as deadly as can be. No one had ever gotten close enough to them to see what it is they do. That was your task today. To see what exactly these creatures spent their time doing and if they had any weaknesses.

Unfortunately, they did not seem keen to show themselves. You were growing antsy as the minutes creeped by, struggling to sit still. Tamlin seemed just as fidgety as you are, moving rapidly around the small clearing you were sat in.

“Can you knock it off?” You asked, irritation palpable.

“If I could, I would. I can’t relax. What are these flowers, I wonder? I do not recognize them.” He began to muse, leaning down to inspect the plants farther. You sighed, looking at the delicate petals under your fingers.

“I do not know them either. They’re awfully beautiful, though.” Your voice was soft, as if you were speaking directly to them. Tamlin hummed in agreement. You were lost in the beautiful yellow and pink hues of the flowers, leaning closer to inhale their sweet scent.

You heard Tamlin curse, capturing your attention. “What is it?” You asked, looking around the clearing for any signs of danger.

“We must move. Now,” he commanded, pulling you to your feet. His hand in yours sent a wave of warmth through your body, causing you to push away from him in shock. “I know what these flowers are. We must go.”

“Okay,” you said slowly, glancing around the clearing again. “And are they…dangerous?” The strange fire that began when he touched you was still burning under your skin, clouding your thoughts.

“Depends on who you ask. Now move before they start affecting us!” He reached for you again, wrapping his hand around your upper arm and tugging you out of the clearing.

You didn’t understand why electricity ran down your arm from his touch. Why need was pouring into your mind. All you could focus on was his palm against your bare skin, how desperately you wanted to feel his touch everywhere. This was most unlike you, especially on a job, and especially with him. The two of you ran until the clearing was a distant memory, pausing by a running stream. Tamlin dropped your arm, turning to you with a smile. “I think we escaped it!” He exclaimed.

You did not feel the same way.

Your skin was getting progressively hotter, like a fever that refused to break. Overwhelming desire coursed through your blood, any rational thought hidden behind it. “Tam,” you whispered, leaning against a tree. “What were those flowers?”

You watched his face contort with worry. “They were fertility plants. The pollen in them is supposed to, putting it politely, send your body into a sort of mating frenzy.” He looked you over, taking note of your flushed skin. “How do you feel?”

You could not answer that. Not to him. You forced yourself to shake your head, trying to pretend you were fine. “No, i’m good, I-I was just…wondering.” You eyed the cool stream next to you, contemplating if that would soothe the burning of your skin.

“The water won’t help,” Tamlin said carefully. “You need to, well, have sex to stop the feeling.”

You shot up off the tree at his words, eyes wide. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “Not happening.” You held a hand out in front of you, as if to stop him.

“I’ll try not to take offense,” he said dryly, pacing the area. “The magic takes root quickly. If the desire isn’t quelled in a timely manner, you risk severe pain. Possibly death, if your heart fails under the stress of it all.”

“Great,” you bit out through clenched teeth. “So my option is to fuck your insufferable self or die?” The burn was becoming more intense, causing you to stumble where you stood. On reflex Tamlin caught you, his arm wrapping carefully around your waist. You hated how the burn under your skin called to him, how the weight of his arm on you almost made you moan. You couldn’t help the way you held on to him with shaking hands.

“Do you wish for my help?” He said quietly, genuine worry lacing his words. You wanted to say no, you wanted to push him away and drown yourself in the stream.

But the flowers spell was stronger. “Tamlin,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. You’d never noticed they were a rather lovely shade of green, a deep kindness shining through them. “I need you.”

He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours, a searing kiss that ran down to your toes. You felt alive in his arms, thrumming with electricity. You kissed him back eagerly, fingers already working to undo the buttons on his shirt. His working just as fast, undoing the straps to your fighting leathers. This was not the time for slow or gentle movements.

You sighed as the cool air rushed over your bare skin, breaking the kiss only to shed your remaining layers. You couldn’t help the way you looked over Tamlin’s body, your mind taking note of the sharp muscles and thick veins decorating it. Whether it was the flowers or not, he looked absolutely delectable.

You pulled him back to you, one hand fisting itself tight into his hair. His traced over your skin, almost as if they were honored to do so. Your kiss was a hectic mess of tongue and teeth, pure need coursing through you in a way you’d never known. He pulled his lips from yours, kissing down your neck. He dragged his teeth to the center of your throat, elongated canines pressing into the skin there. “Tam,” you breathed out, desire increasing with every moment. “Please.”

He moved his head back up to look at you, his eyes scanning yours for any resistance. When he found none, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He took a few steps to bracket you against a tree, holding you tight to him. He kissed you again, as if he was tasting the very essence of you. He kissed you like you were soulmates in a romance book, reunited after being tossed on separate stars. You melted into his touch, feeling a strange sense of peace among the burning from the flowers.

He was kissing you like he loved you.

And then he was sliding into you. Oh, how perfect he felt. You whimpered into his mouth as your body stretched to accommodate his, the pleasure indescribable. It felt as though he had been made for you when he bottomed out, a deep groan vibrating from his throat. “Tamlin,” you gasped out between kisses, “you need to move.” The fire was starting to become unbearable under your skin, only quelled by the way he felt as he fucked into you.

You broke away to bite into his shoulder, trying to muffle the screams that he was already pulling from you. His body shuddered when you did that, a sling of curses falling from his lips. Every thrust of his hips sent you to a higher dimension, transporting you to a planet you’d never stepped foot on. One of his hands held tight to the fat of your thighs, and you found yourself hoping he left a bruise there for you. A mark of what has occurred.

Tamlin kept a perfect pace, taking note of the way your body reacted to any change. He read you better than you read yourself. You let her head fall back against the tree behind you, breathy cries coming from you in time with his movements. You felt the burning fire inside of you grow, a familiar tightening in your core. As if he could read your mind Tamlin bent his neck and brought his lips to yours, sucking on the most sensitive parts he could find. He was unraveling you while simultaneously breathing life into your very soul.

You finished with a scream as your body shook in his arms. He worked you through it, not allowing his peak until you were satisfied. You rocked your hips against his in encouragement and he snapping, filling you up as he groaned deep against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, holding each other but not making eye contact. You didn’t want this to end. Not just the sex, but being in his arms. Being held and cared for like he had done.

He pulled out and set you down carefully a moment later, a strange sense of longing coming over you. “Do you, uh, feel better?” He asked, looking anywhere but at you.

“Huh? Oh, oh, uh yea. Yes.” You had forgotten about the flowers and the pain. “Thank you.”

He shook his head, still refusing to look at you. “Not a, uh, problem. I’m going to go, rinse off, over there.” He mumbled the last part, already making his way down to the stream. You were a little confused by his sudden shyness. After all, you were standing there completely naked with his cum dripping down your legs. What was there to be shy about now?

You stumbled your way down to the water with him, refusing to let whatever was wrong continue. “Tamlin, are you okay?”

He remained quiet. You moved to stand directly next to him, gently placing a hang on his arm.

He flinched.

“Tam,” you whispered, “what’s wrong?”

He let out a sad laugh. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I just had the greatest experience of my life with you. Something I had only ever dreamed about.” He looked at you now, and you were shocked to see his eyes rimmed in tears. “I had you, in my arms. And the only reason why was because of those damned flowers.” He looked back at the ground. “Not because of me.”

You were puzzled, head cocked to the side as you watched him. “What do you mean?” You asked.

He shook his head. “You hate me,” he sighed, as if this was his greatest burden. “You can’t stand to be near me, and I have been madly in love with you since the day I met you. You are everything i’ve ever hoped and dreamed for. I’ve never disliked you, i’ve simply played the part to match you. It was easier than the truth.” His eyes met yours. “And you wish I was dead. I did that to put you out of pain. But i’d be lying if i said I didn’t love every single second.”

“No,” you said quickly, taken aback by his confession. “I do not wish you were dead.” You slowly reached out, grabbing his hand in your own. “I believe I may have misjudged you before,” you continued, moving to stand in front of him. You studied his eyes, his face, as if you were seeing him for the first time. “You had every chance to take complete advantage of me, and I would have allowed you. I had no choice. You still waited until I said. You respected me and my wishes, and then you treated me like I was something special.” You brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, your hand falling to rest on the side of his face. “Tamlin, I think my heart is calling out to yours.”

A smile graced his lips, his hands coming to sit on your waist. “Is it?”

You leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, feeling that inexplicable tug towards him. “Yea,” you murmured against him, “it is.”

***

this is for the girlies who get it 💚

[chronocrump]

do you think they asked him to pose like this or he just did that

[grosscutieart]

[It Breaths, It Bleeds, It Breeds]

Isaiah and Hunter getting ready for the next Creep Cast Episode!

[protagonist-art]

"Uh- I'm Arnold. Bennett. It's profoundly difficult to get your lifes works and studies accepted if your name isn't... yes, oh! Are you a fan of moths, sir?"

NEW RDR2 OC!! a reclusive, clumsy entomologist and bug collector; cooped up in his study of uniformed clutter

[barry-j-blupjeans]

When you were away on missions, she worried. When you came home, she rejoiced. She tried her hardest not to show it, not to give herself away. With each meal, each Candlenights gift exchanged, the nights spent walking the Bureau’s campus, the trips to the spa— she fought back a smile that you came to treasure during your one-hundred-year journey. Episode 66

I've been thinking about Lucretia a lot, so here's a drawing <3

[jitteryjive]

i need to remake my cup bros ref… both cup and human designs… it’s been almost a year(?) and i’ve developed the headcanons and i would like to share with the class!!! (i wrote thirty tags. Please help me)

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Seeing the same people who perpetuated or sent vicious misogynistic hate to Hannah Schmitz, as well as disgusting racist abuse towards Yuki and Alex because of FUCKING CONSPIRACY THEORIES and those who just straight up ignored it, now up in arms regarding whatever the fuck is going on between the FIA and the wolffs is beginning to piss me off. Because now that it's not someone red bull affiliated involved, it's somehow now unacceptable.

[salubriousbean]

Happy (late) school from me an my OCs!

Drew this for my friends at midnight before the first day

[mintytrashart]

[constantvariations]

So either Wilt turned into a giant phillips head screwdriver offscreen, they’re trying to imply that Beacon wasn’t the first time Adam stabbed Blake, or the writers forgot their character’s canonical injuries. Again

[themyscirah]

This is technically a Diana's age poll but I framed it partially around Julia's rescue because that's the event I need to contextualize and whether or not Diana is a thing yet is p important for my purposes. I would keep the Pérez run and postcrisis continuity in mind when answering this bc that's when this is relevant but I'd keep in mind that even though Diana is very young there (like early 20s) we don't know I don't think if she ages differently as a child (esp as a themysciran AND being made from clay) and in some versions she is older than she looks and was made earlier

Edit: I accidentally logic-ed this out in the tags lol 🤦‍♀️but feel free to still vote however you want. Going to publish this anyway bc I think I made some good points later in my tags

[todayisafridaynight]

national bf day on twitter that means i get legal rights to finish my cringe masadai fic where daigo meets masato's dad(s)

[wollowywillowy]

ducktales (woo-hoo!)

[izzy-b-hands]

My doctor messaging me at 12:30 in the morning to tell me she wants to do a telehealth visit abt the side effects I'm having with my new Lamotrigine dose (including worse insomnia than my usual insomnia, as u may have guessed lmao) is. something.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Kreese’s love language is acts of service. Therefore, in LaKreese land, he is a service top. Hehe.

Daniel had a big mouth. He was a talker. He was a smart ass. It was something that had caused him no small amount of grief in his life.

John wasn't a talker. He didn't see the need to waste time or breath on extra words if he ended up saying the same damn thing in less.

That doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear Daniel talk though. Somehow over the course of falling for the obnoxious little twerp John had begun to find comfort in Daniel's non-stop chattering. It was a little like he had his own portable white noise machine.

One of the many (many) times John had realized he was in too deep was when he came to the startling revelation that if Daniel were anyone but himself, John would've thrown the brat out on the street and locked the door behind him.

It's strange, he admits to himself, that he has begrudgingly come to appreciate how verbose the boy was. John found it especially enjoyable in moments like this.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good."

--

It was an average Wednesday and both of them crashed out on the bed after washing away their day, and a quick dinner.

Daniel found time to put a load of laundry in as John stoically watched Jeopardy with the noise on low. They had a few minutes to cuddle until Daniel started falling asleep into his half drunk (stolen) beer.

John notices Daniel drifting off on his shoulder, (and it's actually concerning to him how he finds the younger man nearly drooling on his shoulder to be charming of all things.)

John steals his own beer back, and downs what's left of it before he scoops Daniel off the couch and hauls the boy over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Daniel yelps as he's forcibly thrown back into consciousness.

"Jesus Christ, John! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"Sorry I didn't wake you up with butterfly kisses princess, but you're going to bed. "

The man chuckles, so sure of himself, as he allows Daniel to drop roughly onto the bed with a loud whoomph. If he weren't responsible for so many of Daniel's orgasms he would tell him off for being insufferable.

And if this were another day, and Daniel was not quite so dead on his feet, then he would take great joy in proving John wrong. He was 23 years old, not a damn kid.

John often accused Daniel of being a brat, and Daniel disagreed with that sentiment. He was spirited. And John was a damn liar if he thought he liked the boy any other way. Daniel was sure the man only put up an argument against Daniel's more challenging behaviors as an act of plausible deniability.

Daniel pushes the upper half of his body up off the bed and leans back on his hands. He's just about to start pouting at the man when he's interrupted mid rant.

John is walking away, headed towards their shared dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to change into.

"I'm taking a shower, I'll be out in a minute."

For a moment Daniel contemplates the pros and cons of joining him, scuttling after the man and continuing their good natured bickering back and forth.

But he had already showered when he got home that afternoon and stripped out of his overalls. Plus, he didn't want to have to deal with John's hypocritical complaints about wasting water ruining any sort of post orgasm buzz.

And, the longer he sat on the bed the heavier his arms got. His eyes are dry, and he's already changed into his boxers and one of John's old t-shirts. The sheets smell nice and the pillows must somehow have gotten 50% fluffier, because Daniel doesn't ever remember his head sinking into them so fast.

He glances at the clock on the bedside table and sees that it's only 8:00 PM. Daniel makes a note to himself to be sure to get at least one "old man" crack in at John when the other man comes to join in once he's done. For now Daniel's just gonna close his eyes. He's not even that tired.

--

When John walks out of the bathroom five minutes later, toweling off his hair he takes notice of Daniel, fave down in the pillows, snoring ever so slightly as John's baggy t- shirt drapes off the boy's thin shoulders.

The kid was too cute for his own good. The kid would end up killing John one of these days. he was overcome with a stranger but welcome tenderness climbing up inside him as he smiles and silently watches his annoyingly charming brat of a boyfriend.

He climbs onto the bed with every intention of letting Daniel rest. But as he leans over the young man, pressing a gentle kiss into the boy's soft hair Daniel jerks himself awake softly, and John is overtaken with the urge to devour him entirely.

What John lacked in words he made up for with touches. Daniel laughed breathily as he was face down in his own pillow, sprawled out like a starfish. John picked up one skinny arm and placed small kisses up, up, and up Daniel's arm until he started nosing at his neck. Right behind the ear where Daniel is ticklish.

"Is there something on your mind?" He asks, pulling his head up to look at his boyfriend with a smirk. Daniel thrives on the attention he received from the gruff man, who is so hesitant to give it out to anyone else. Daniel feels his pride swell despite himself.

Instead of answering with words John moves to cover Daniel, slowly crawling over the young man. He settles his knees on the outside of Daniel's thighs, hunching over to kiss the back of his neck. The man smooths his hands up under the boy's shirt, pushing it out of the way to reveal smooth, tan, skin. A delicate spine and dipped in waist.

John sits on the back of Daniels thighs heavily, letting himself gently grind into the younger man's ass as he digs his fingers into Daniel's muscles for a massage, making the young man groan in appreciation.

He starts again, a pattern he has, he starts at the base of Daniels spine and makes his way slowly up to the back of his neck.

As he does this he slides his hands under Daniel, petting at the boy and massaging his hips, encouraging his back to arch.

Daniel gets up on his elbows and finishes pulling his own shirt off. John gnaws on his neck until Daniel is groaning low in the back of his throat and pushing back against the solid feel of the other man. He feels the hard on grinding into him.

He's still tired, they both are. But something about the smooth, slow rhythm they find themselves in makes it worth the effort as they lazily rock together.

"Are you gonna make this worth my time?" Daniel asks.

"When have I ever wasted your time?"

"I can think of a few times." Daniel says, thinking of their long, drawn out arguments over nothing. The truth is Daniel is just as stubborn to let go of his point as John. But that sort of logic isn't needed right then.

"Yeah, you like that princess?" John asks as he grinds his hips in especially deep, his hard dick trying in vain to find its way between the perky cheeks in front of him.

Daniel finds himself spreading his legs, arching his back deeper as he pushes into the man above him. His hands are pressed into the pillow on each side of his head.

"Alright, fine." He says, as if it's any sort of chore at all. "But you're doing all the work."

John runs his mouth up and down the side of Daniel's neck, nipping lightly and pulling back to appreciate the light pink marks he's leaving fading away on the boy.

"The Prima Donna wants to be spoiled, what a surprise."

Daniel elbows John gently in the ribs.

"You're hot for it, don't lie."

John doesn't bother to dispute this, because of all the things he is, some worse than others, a liar isn't one of them.

Daniel rummages under the pillows for a bottle of lube he knows they left there just last night and passes it back into John's strong hands.

"Why wasn't this in the drawer where it usually goes?" John asks, eyebrows raised. He knows he asked Daniel to put it away as he was rushing out the door in the morning, headed to work.

"I got distracted, John, you're a distracting man."

--

John is two fingers deep, all the way to the knuckle, his open palm slapping against Daniel's peachy little ass and the boy is whining so sweetly for it, and for a moment John thinks--

"Maybe you're not such a brat after all," to which Daniel replies with a choked off gasp as John grinds his finger tips hard against the boy's prostate. He stops and feels the kid whine, pushes back his hips into John's hand to try to get them deeper again.

"Don't stop you jerk." Daniel huffs into the pillow.

"I don't know why I'm so determined to make you feel good when this is the sort of thanks I get."

Daniel ruts into the sheets where they're sticky from when he came grinding his dick against the bed as John fingered him to an orgasm several minutes ago.

But the man hadn't stopped. And now Daniel was both jerking into and away from the over stimulated pleasure he was getting, desperate for John to finally do something other than tease.

Daniel lifts his head and looks over his shoulder, he props himself up on one elbow and grabs John's hand to bring it back to his hole.

"Tell me what you want. Use your words." John teases.

Daniel groans and rolls his eyes, he's really far too worked up, tired after a long day as well, and John keeps pressing the finger tip of his third finger into Daniel's hole and then pulling back. Daniel doesn't have the patience for this. Especially after John had made such a big deal about getting to bed on time. If Daniel had the higher brain function to call Kreese off for being a hypocrite right now, he would. But maybe that wouldn't be in his best interest.

John got off on this. Making Daniel talk. Making him ask for it.

"Fuck me." Daniel pouts.

"Ask nicely." John says as he finally edges his third finger inside. He gets up to the first knuckle and starts stretching his fingers about, massaging Daniel's hole, making sure he's loose enough.

"Fuck me, please?" And for a change Daniel is as sweet as honey. John lives for this. For breaking down the boy's spoiled attitude and making him be mortifyingly earnest with his wants and needs.

Finally John rewards the boy by slipping out his fingers, and spreading what is left of the lube over his cock. John grabs sharp hip bones, forcing Daniel from his slump on the bed and up to his knees, making him arch harshly for it. He teases the tip of his dick into Daniel's hole and reaches up underneath the boy, one hand on his hip, the other gently urging Daniel up onto his hands. Then John runs his hands down the skinny limbs until he reaches Daniel's hand and places first one, then both hands up on the bed frame.

Once John has Daniel where he wants him, sitting pretty in the man's lap, his head tilted back to rest on one of John's beefy shoulders, John walks on his knees forward, right tight up behind and underneath the boyz and he pushes in slowly, savoring the satisfied breathy noises the boy is letting out.

John shushes Daniel, whispering sweet nonsense into his ear as the boy gets used to his size. He places one hand on the boy's hip and tangles his fingers over the boy's thin hand where it's clutching the wooden bed post.

"Good boys always get what they want when they ask nicely for it."

John can feel Daniel clenching around his dick, moaning as the man pulls his hips back and pushes back in, a little bit more each time. A little harder. A little deeper.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good," The kid laughs into a breathy sigh, the words slipping past spit wet lips parted by his small pink tongue.

Daniel was a talker. Big mouth on that kid.

Yeah, John thinks, staring at the trembling sweaty, beautiful young man in his arms. He could appreciate that.