Tinyenha - 🤍🖤

𝔐𝔶 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔫…

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴: 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊

No one POV

"Ahh... Tomorrow is the day. The day Mother left me and Father to the afterlife. I should go tell Father and visit her grave together" Y/N signed and went to her father's room where he stored all his personal belongings. While she walking, she looked out the window and stared at the nature that surrounded the mansion, her home. She lived at the big mansion along with her Father.

Every year, Y/N and her Father visit her late mother's grave to celebrate the day of her mother's death. Her mother died when she was still young because of her unknown sickness. She is still young when her mother leaves her. Many medicines and treatments her mother tried but it didn't work as planned. As much as she doesn't want her mother to go, she knows that people's death is unpredictable. Especially people that she treasured the most. Until now, she still remembers her promise with her mother to take care of her father and protect him from any danger. She kept her promise. She only has her father left.

Flashback...

Young Y/N and her mother take a walk in the nearest garden to spend their free time together. The garden is full with white roses and baby breath. Butterfly wings are displayed as they fly about freely. "Mother look! White butterfly!" Young Y/N grabbed her mother's attention and pointed at the butterfly that she just mentioned. Her mother smiled sweetly and patted her daughter's head. "How beautiful. You like them?"

"I love it, Mother! They're beautiful and small. Sadly they're so fragile, we can't hold them just like when I'm holding cute kitten." Young Y/N pouted while staring at the white butterfly. Her mother sadly smiled and patted her daughter's head. "That's true, dear. They are so precious. We need to protect them from any danger. Just like us, we protect each other from bad people. Be kind to people and animals. Help each other, protect each other. Spread love and keep smiling. Promise me that, okay dear?"

Young Y/N nobbed her head, understanding her mother's words. She held her mother's hand gently and stared at her. "Just like how you and Father protect me, I promise to protect both of you. You and Father is the only treasure I have now. I love you guys so much. You're the best. No one can beat my love for you and Father." She hugged her mother tightly. "Thank you, dear. What a lovely and thoughtful girl." Her mother hugged her back and caressed her head gently.

End of Flashback

No one POV

Y/N smiled sadly, remembering her memory with her beloved mother when she was 5. She is already 23 years old. After her mother's death, she feels empty even though there are maids who help clean their mansion and always take good care of her. Growing up without the warm love of a mother is the hardest reality that Y/N needs to face. She tries to live happily just like her mother wishes. Her father also tries his best to spend time with her. Thankfully, her father never failed to make her smile and know her well. "What Father is doing right now? Hopefully, he is not busy with his work." She thought.

The villagers of Lockwood have known Y/N's family well. Y/N's father worked as a mannequin maker and already run his business for a long time since he used to help his family carry all the materials to make the mannequin. Even though there is a lot of better job he can do, he decides to continue his family tradition and explore more about mannequin creation. His customers are mostly from royalty with different backgrounds. Besides that, he also makes toys and music boxes for the kids. His lovely personality and kindness never fail to make villagers' hearts melt. He was very sociable with all the villagers that he passed by. Y/N's late mother is also one of his customers. She came to his workshop and requested him to make a small music box as her comfort item during nighttime. Since then, they become closer and eventually fall in love with each other.

Once she arrived in front of the room, she knocked on the door slowly. "Father? May I come in?" She heard rustling inside the room. "Sure, dear. Come inside." She opened the door and saw her father carving the mannequin. Her father's room was full of sketches that displayed mannequin diagrams. Books are stacked just like a tower. Material of the mannequin is everywhere including his crafting tools. Her father stopped her work and looked at his daughter. "You look sad.... Are you okay? Need anything, dear?" "Urm... Mother's death anniversary is today... I wonder if you're free right now. Let's visit her. Like usual, our tradition every year..." She smiled sadly while playing with her dress lace. "Of course, dear. I almost finished my work. Let's get ready. We can grab some white roses for her and clean her grave." He smiled sweetly and went to his daughter. Her father caressed her head gently. She sighed. "I miss her Father..."

" I miss her too, dear... Don't be sad. Mother doesn't want you to be sad. Smile for me" Her father gently caressed her daughter's cheek. Y/N sadly smiled and hugged her father. "Promise me to stay with me, don't leave me alone." She whimpered. "I promise. I will protect you no matter what happens. You're my only daughter. You're my pill of happiness that brightens my gloomy day. No one can replace your place."

Her father hugged her back and tried his best to hold back his tears. He knows how hard her daughter's life is. How sad her life was without her beloved mother. He feels guilty that her daughter needs to face this reality. But with her wife's promise, he will treasure his daughter for the rest of his life. He doesn't want his daughter to feel lonely. He wants to give his best, give a lot of love, and provide her the happy life that she deserves. Protect her from any danger. He only has his daughter left. No one else can take her away from him.

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❛A BOY AND HIS DOLLS❜ ( s. jaeyun )

p. yandere!jake x fem!reader w. 1.7+

warnings? dark fic, yandere themes, kidnapping, dollification, blood, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( jake owns a lot of dolls, but you’re the prettiest of them all and he can’t let you go ) !

freaktober masterlist

jake opened the door to his house , it was quiet – he took his shoes off , making his way to his favorite room , his doll room. “hi my pretty dolls.” he opened the door , walking into the room full of glass porcelain dolls. “did you all have a good day?”

he turned to the bed were all his prettiest dolls sat in perfect place. “how about you girls , did you have a good day?” he smiled , looking at his favorite doll in the world , none of these doll could compare to his favorite doll – none of them could compare to you. “answer me doll.”

you nodded , your heart pounding , hoping he didn’t notice anything. “i had a great day jake.” he touched your hair , tilting his head. “your hair is all messed up doll.” he said yanking your hair back. “how could that happen if i keep my precious doll all tied up in her room?” you whimpered. “i-i don’t know what you mean.” he chuckled , letting you go.

“oh you don’t?” he said picking up a glass doll , turning to you before throwing it to the ground , you shrieked as it hit the floor , the glass shattering. “j-jake.” you were terrified , he picked up another one , repeating. “you see that doll , those are cameras.” he then proceeded to pick up different dolls , throwing them to the floor , glass shattering everywhere – he laughed manically , as you sat there shaking in fear.

“the first time it was a mistake , i thought I tied you tightly after your breakfast.” he explained. “i has only realized when i was at work , luckily i didn’t forget to lock the door , it was so cute watching you wiggle your way out the ropes , only to be defeated by the door.” he sat down on the bed , a big sharp piece of glass in his hand – which was bleeding due to how hard he was clutching it.

“you know i love playing games with my dolls , so i deciding to keep leaving the ropes untied , then i kept the door unlocked to your room , each and every-time you tired to make an escape.” he was heavily breathing , his sinister smile turned into a angry face. “i-i’m sorry jake.” you sobbed , scared of what he might do.

“oh are you?” he climbed on to the bed , holding the glass against your neck. “i give you everything.” he pressed it harder against your skin. “p-please.” you cried out , he laughed. “you’re so pretty when you cry , my pretty doll.” the blood from his hand , dripping down on to your dress. “your dress is all messed up now.”

he climbed off of you , standing above you. “you can get yourself out can’t you , show me doll , show me how you did it.” you shakily undid the ties , your wrist red from rubbing against them. he held the glass in his other hand , climbing back on the bed , grabbing your face with his bloody hand , smearing his blood all over your face. “you’re my prettiest doll , you know that right.” he squeezed your cheeks.

“y-yes.” you said through your puffed up lips. “that’s right , i don’t care about these other dolls , they were just to past the time until i found the prettiest doll on the market.” he said. “i finally found it , the prettiest doll on the market , i buy her all the things she wants , all the prettiest dresses , buy her yummy food , keep her nice and warm in a beautiful house.” he gripped harder. “and all she has to do is sit pretty here and wait for me to come home to play and she can’t even do that.”

“i-it hurts.” you cried , he frown. “does it , that’s how my heart feels , it hurts so bad that you tried to leave me.” he said , his voice almost a whimper. “is it my fault am i not treating my doll right?” he said tears coming down his face , letting your face go. “does my doll not want to play with me anymore?” he started to sob , his emotions giving you whiplash , he was good at this , good at making you feel bad.

“should i kill myself?” he said , you shook your head. “n-no please.” you begged , you hated that you still cared for him , he was crazy , but he was still the jake you met all those years ago plus the door was locked and you wouldn’t be able to get out , you’d be stuck with his body . “p-please i-i’m i’ll stay okay , i’ll stay and play with you alright.”

you slowly reached for his hand. “please just drop the glass , see you’re hurting yourself.” you put your hand on top of his , he slowly dropping the glass. “you’ll stay and play with me?” you nodded. “i’ll stay and we can play whatever you want.” he weakly smiled , his hand coming back up to your face , caressing it. “m-my pretty doll.” he pulled your face close to his , kissing you.

he shoved his tongue down your throat , moving your body until he was on top of you , unzipping the side zipper , he pulled away spit connecting you both making you whimper. “j-jake.” he sat you up , taking the dress off of you , your skin still covered in little blotches from your last “playtime” with the boy. “so pretty.” he lifted your hips , pulling the skirt all the way off , placing on the chair beside the bed.

he kissed down your stomach , nipping at your skin , you jolted. “ah!” he shushed you. “let me play with my doll how i want.” he grabbed the side of you your baby blue underwear , pulling them down your legs , spreading your legs. “so wet , my doll has the perfect pussy.” he kissed your thighs , you moaned. “so perfect.” he kissed your clit , before licking a stripe up your cunt.

“j-jake fu-fuck.” he pulled away , slapping your thighs. “my doll doesn’t curse.” you apologized , he slapped your thighs again , before diving back into your clit. “oh my god.” you bit your lip , as messily eating your cunt.

your eyes shut tightly , stomach churning with pleasure , but also disgust with yourself , you were supposed to hate him , he kept you hostage , he was mentally unstable , but you couldn’t help but grab his hair , grinding against face. "j-jake , please im gonna cum." your legs closed around his head , as you came on his tongue , he pulled away. “that’s it.” he rubbed you clit , overstimulating you. “give me what i want doll.”

once he was done toying with your clit , he grabbed your hands , caging them above your head , undoing his pants , pulling his cock out. “gonna fill my pretty doll up.” his cock kissing your hole. “f-fuck.” he groaned , pushing into your cunt. “so fucking tight.” he moved his hips. “perfect little cunt.”

“j-jake oh my god!” you shrieked as he began to sped up , his hips slamming against yours. “that’s it , scream for me doll.” he groaned , letting your hands go , grabbing your hip , ramming into your cunt. “my doll , your mines.” he groaned , throwing his head back. “mines to keep and dress and play with.” he rubbed your clit. “i’ll kill myself before i let you go.”

“j-jake i’m gonna cum!” you screamed , grabbing the sheets , back arching. “cum for me my pretty doll.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head , cumming. “jake!” he fucked you through your orgasm , “fuck baby doll , i’m gonna cum , gonna fill you up with my cum.” he grunted. “get you pregnant than you can never leave me.” he cursed , warmth spreading through your body as his cum filled you up.

he laid flat on top of you for a while , before pulling out , his cum seeping out of you. “let’s get you dressed.” he picked you up , sitting you on the sink , turning the water on , waiting for it to get hot. he put you into the tub , washing your body and your hair – leaving you , with the door open so he could watch you , so that he could clean the sheets and sweep up the glass from the broken dolls.

he returned back to the bathroom , helping you out , drying you off and your hair before carrying you back to your bed , sitting you down. “i picked out some pretty pajamas for my doll.” he lathered your body in his favorite scented lotion , putting his favorite baby pink panties on. “see pretty.” he pulled out a matching shirt baby pink night gown. “let’s do your hair.” he brushed your hair , putting two braids in , along with two bows to keep them from unraveling. “now you’re perfect again.”

he made your food , feeding it to you , while telling you about his day , his hand now covered in a bandage. “it’s time for bed now.” he said. “normally we’d watch tv , but i don’t think that’s a good idea tonight , maybe tomorrow.” he laid down next to you , wrapping his arms around you. “my doll , i love you so much , you love me too right?” you nodded. “tell me then , tell me you love me.” you reached up , moving his hair from his face. “i-i love you.” you stuttered , scared of making him upset , but also cause you couldn’t help but love him when he was like this , when he was soft with you , like the jake you used to know. he kissed your temples , snuggling into your neck.

“my pretty pretty doll , you’ll never leave me.”

©LUVYENI

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, crying, angst, love making, alcohol consumption, fluff cause kinktober isn’t my strong suit💀

“Let me guess, the usual?” The bartender asks with a knowing smirk while he uses the white towel on his hip to clean yet another beer mug.

“You know me so well.” You tilt your head a slight smile just barely reaching your lips.

“Strawberry margarita coming right up.” he clicks his tongue and winks at you before starting your drink. “So, how bad was it?” He asks after a moment of silence.

Turning your attention away from your phone to look at the familiar face of your bartender, you respond. “Excuse me?”

“The breakup, you know.” Within a flash, your drink is sitting in front of you, and you still can’t understand how he always gets it ready so fast. Little did you know he always tried a little harder when it came to your order than the rest of his customers. What can he say? He had a little thing for you.

“How did-“ he quickly cuts you off.

“I know,” he smiles, taking the words right out of your mouth. “Lucky guess,” he shrugs.

“Very lucky, guess.” You eye him, taking a sip of your drink and staring into his eyes over the rim of your glass.

“Want me to be honest?” He wipes down the counter and leans his elbows onto it, meeting your curious gaze as you give him a nod to continue. “Well, I've never seen you before, but just recently, you started to frequent here.” he pauses for a second. “And tell me if I’m wrong, but the puffy eyes the off into space look, and though you’ve been coming here for a whole month, I have yet to see you genuinely smile.”

How the fuck did he know that? or maybe you were just that obvious who knows. “Well, maybe I just lost a family member or a friend.” you throw out other ideas.

“Hmm, possibly.” he taps the counter with his index finger. “But I’ve worked here a long time, and your eyes say heartbroken. Other people who lost family have this almost glazed-over look in their eyes, and no matter how deep you look, there’s still nothing but sorrow.”

So was he a fucking empath or a bartender?

“Okay, or I’m just taking it better than some people.” You don’t know why, but something about someone knowing the exact reason why you frequent the bar late at night was embarrassing. You felt like a typical girl crying over a piece of shit man that never cared about you in the first place.

“You’re good at throwing people off, I give you that,” he smiles. “Thing is, I can see that you want to smile. I can see that beyond those beautiful sparkling eyes of yours, that there’s so much more to you than downing more margaritas than I can count on my hands and feet.” your eyes shift away from his as you sip from your cup to avoid his intimidating gaze. “I can see that you’re broken.” your breath hitches that same annoying prickly feeling in your eyes, making itself known as a single tear rolled down your cheek. “But you can be repaired.” he strokes your cheek, a soft smile on his face while you stare at him helplessly. You just want the pain to go away, anything to distract you from the heartbreak because it’s been eating you from the inside out, and your bartender’s right, you are broken, but in your eyes, you feel broken beyond repair.

“No.” A shaky breath leaves your lips as you lean into his soft yet caring touch.

“One chance. I know it’s so random, but one chance.” he tucks your hair behind your ear, his thumb now lightly tracing your lipline in case you didn’t already know what he meant. “All I’m asking,” he whispers with a heavy heart.

He doesn’t know why, but the first day he laid eyes on you in the bar with mascara running down your cheeks and your quiet, broken sobs while you drowned yourself in alcohol, the only thing he ever wanted was to just see you smile.

And tonight might just be his lucky night.

Opening your eyes to meet his, you sniffle softly and mutter a small. “Okay,” and even though it’s small and barely there, he feels his heart race a million times faster when he sees the tiniest little smile on your face, but it wasn’t forced like the others you gave him in the past to try and make it seem like you were okay no this was real and if you gave him a chance he’d make you smile like that every morning.

𐃯 𐃯 𐃯

It was well past midnight by the time you both left the bar. heeseung drove you home since you had been drinking well, only one margarita but no drinking and driving on his watch.

You had both already entered your home, and you silently led him to your bedroom after taking off your shoes at the door.

He closed your bedroom door behind him, quickly zeroing in on your frame so delicate, fragile, and almost standoffish. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around your midsection, pressing his back against yours softly as he kisses your exposed shoulder, making you shiver cause it’s been a while since you felt a man’s touch.

Trailing his hands upward, he grips the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders and kissing the expanse of your soft neck. “He never called me beautiful,” you whisper as you tilt your head, allowing him to reach even more of your skin.

“He was blind,” he says, slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your dress. “So blind.” his kisses leave little tingles all over your skin.

Rolling your dress down your waist, he lets it pool around your feet, and his hands immediately find the warmth of your waist. Trailing his hand up, he cups your exposed breast with his left hand, smoothing his thumb over your nipple and kissing the shell of your ear.

The faint sound of moans fills his ears, and he smiles to himself cause he’s the one who’s behind them.

He switched to the other side of your neck, his right hand moving from your waist to your stomach, caressing your smooth skin. “So soft.” he takes his time with you, going slowly cause he knows it’s been a while for you, and he could say the same cause he also had been heartbroken before. That’s why the look in your eyes was so easy for him to detect.

While working his lips on your neck, he pulls his hands away from you to unbutton his dress shirt, letting it hit the floor before back hugging you, letting you feel his warm chest pressed against your naked back. He felt so broad. Just his hold on you made you feel safe as you relaxed further and further into his warm embrace.

Ever so slowly, he drops his palm between your legs, rubbing you through the silky material of your underwear. “Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling the heat of his palm stroking your core.

He moans the moment he feels just how wet you’ve gotten for him, and his kisses on your neck grow needy the longer he hears you moaning for him. “Y/n, I’m right here” he caresses your thigh softly, right hand still rubbing your clit through your panties. “Can I?” He slightly tugs on the crotch part of your panties, and he feels you nod against his shoulder. Without a second passing after your approval, he slips his fingers inside your underwear, running them delicately through your folds. “Y/n,” he whines just below your ear, relishing in the way you feel just on his fingers, and hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimper, legs already giving out from his gentle touch.

The hint is not hard to understand, he knows exactly what you’re asking for, and he turns you around, pressing his lips on yours, finally getting a taste of you and your strawberry daiquiri as he replaces his hands on your lower back while yours play with his belt until it’s undone and his pants drop to his feet.

He gently pulled away from the kiss, picking you up carefully and slowly placing you onto the middle of your bed, seamlessly laying between your legs and dragging the material of your panties down slightly. “This okay?” He checks with you just to make, and you confirm, making him to continue his actions until you’re completely bare in front of him.

You jolted in place the moment you felt his breath hitting your core. His kisses and soft caresses on your thighs made you feel like you were so delicate and precious to him, and you were so so special to him, and you didn’t even know it yet, but when this night ended, you’d definitely know. “Heeseung,” you cry out loud in pleasure when his tongue meets your outer lips. You were in complete shock because you’ve never felt anything like this before.

He stops when he hears just how loud you are, thinking he might have scraped you with his teeth. “I'm sorry, you okay?” He kissed your mound, hands still continuously rubbing soft circles on your legs.

“Yeah, I just never..” you trailed off, and now that you think about it, the idea that your boyfriend never even did what a stranger was doing for you made you feel even more terrible about your relationship with that piece of shit.

Heeseung swears he misheard you cause what type of fucking idiot wouldn’t want to pleasure a sweet, beautiful woman like you? “He missed out.” he starts out using his finger to collect your arousal and slowly pushes it in. “Cause you’re the sweetest thing my tongue ever tasted” Without missing a beat, his mouth hovers over your core, softly licking your hooded clit as he works his finger in deeper and deeper.

Gripping onto the sheets with one hand, your other goes to pet his hair, rubbing your fingers over his scalp, making his eyes flutter shut while he savors every last drop of you.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to indulge in a new type of pleasure, one that you enjoy beyond words. You fall so deep into bliss you don’t even notice his second finger going in alongside his other, that is, until he starts curling them up, hitting your spot and making you see literal stars.

The tighter you grip his fingers, he knows the closer you’re getting, and he can’t wait to give you the orgasms that your precious body deserves.

When you pant, his name breathless and needy, he feels the repeated clench, and he sucks on your clit just a bit harder to heighten the pleasure of your high, still carefully working his fingers deep inside you, he moans into your heat when your hold on his hair gets a bit rougher, but he doesn’t mind he loves your raw reaction to the pleasure he gives you.

Humming at your taste, he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaked core, replacing them with his tongue so he can swallow your juices, giving you the full experience and showing you what a real man does for a woman when he really loves and appreciates her.

When your moans turned to soft whimpers, and your body shook ever so slightly, he pulled away from you but not before placing a soft few kisses on the delicious, delicate area.

Seconds later, your sounds are ones of sadness. Your moans turn into quiet sobs, and he immediately hovers over you, scanning your face with worry. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks, worried as he calmly strokes your cheek, and he looks like he’s seconds away from crying, too.

You cry even harder than before because he was worried over something he didn’t even do. You were so overwhelmed by pleasure, but you could still feel the pain in the deepest part of you because your own boyfriend never treated you half as good as heeseung did.

“Y/n? I can g-go if you want me to,” he starts getting ready to get off the bed, feeling his heart drop at the thought of leaving you like this, but if he made you uncomfortable in any way, he didn’t want to stay.

“No,” you quickly grab his biceps, holding him in place.

“Please tell me what’s wrong.” he strokes your tears away with his thumb, only for new ones to quickly replace them as tears well in his own eyes. He hated seeing you cry. He saw it every night for the past month, and it hurt him just a little bit more every time.

“I promise it’s not you.” you rubbed his biceps softly, calming his nerves a little. “It’s just I’m not used to this,” you say, referring to how he was treating you. “My ex neve-“

“Shh,” he shushes you and shakes his head back and forth softly. He wasn’t gonna let you go another night crying over some fucking asshole that didn’t deserve you or your tears. “Forget about him and focus on me.” he stares into your eyes, hoping you can see the anger towards your ex, the sadness for you, but most importantly, the care that they held for you. “I’ll make you forget, I promise.” he kissed your forehead softly. “Take all your tears away.” he kissed your temple and finally kissed your lips as he whispered. “Let me show you what it’s like to be loved. Let me repair you, and you can repair me.” A single tear falls from his eyes, and you quickly wipe it away to press your lips against his.

“Repair me.” that’s all he needed to hear before leaning up to take his underwear off, bearing everything to you like you did with him, being vulnerable with you just like you were with him.

“Thank you,” he whispers on your lips as his hands roam your sides, your hips, your chest, your legs. He was touching you all over, replacing every last inch of your skin with his handprint and his marks of love, as do you, with him, your dainty fingers strumming his chest, back, and thighs, pulling him closer to your body with want, need, and desire.

His bulge brushes against your core over and over again. As he circles his hips, your face grows hot, and a thin layer of sweat forms between you two, sticking you both together as breathless moans are exchanged between one another.

Your hand shimmed down below his waistline at the same time as his. You both chuckled softly, and his heart felt so full hearing you genuinely laugh.

“Ready?” He exhaled a long breath, touching his forehead with yours. A low hum of approval was all he needed to slowly ease his way inside, guiding his tip past your prepped walls and finally indulging in the blissful feeling that you’ve both been waiting for.

His mouth parts open in a gasp-like moan, as does yours. Both of you are too overwhelmed to speak. All that comes out are quick little breaths and pleasurable gasps.

Your face twists in pleasure, and your hands cling to his waist as he cards his fingers through your hair and cups your cheek. “Y/n,” he moans deeply, and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.

He makes more than a hundred different facial expressions. Just with the slightest thrust, he can feel every single nerve ending, and it makes him feel so drunk off you.

“Heeseung,” you breathe into his mouth, heart racing in your chest from the fullness you felt as he bottomed out, reaching the deepest part of you, overtaking that empty feeling and replacing it with absolute pleasure.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you grip him for support because you feel like you’re slipping when he gets lost in your silky walls.

With every thrust, he watches your face, and as he speeds up, he can’t help but grow flustered at the sounds your conjoined bodies make, and you’re not much better off the both of you shyly hiding in the crooks of each other’s necks.

“You’re so perfect.” he barely gets the words out before he’s whimpering in your ear.

The words he says make it feel as if time has stopped, and in that moment, it’s just you and him alone in the safeness of your bedroom with nothing but the feeling of hurt, passion, and longing for something more.

Every stroke brings you closer and makes you forget. And every tight squeeze rids his mind of nothing but you and this moment.

You’re both getting close, and his hand goes down to your clit, massaging it in perfect circles while both of you moan continuously at the feeling of each other.

Safe, connectedness and love are what you both felt before tipping over that beautiful edge of pleasure and allowing yourselves to get lost in the sea of blissfulness.

You both hold tightly onto one another, making each other your safe place where you can let everything go.

Heads still clouded and full with contentment, heeseung attaches his lips to yours in a soft, delicate kiss, and when he pulls away from you to look into your soft eyes, he feels all the shattered parts of his broken heart piecing back together, and he blinds you with a beautiful bright beaming smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you both stroke each other's face adoringly. “For repairing me.”

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DANGEROUSLY

pairings : mafia!lee heeseung x fem body!reader.

genre : smut! smut! smut! minors dni!

word count : 1.2k

summary : life as a slave meant nothing more than being a tool for others, without a choice or a say. but this would all change when you met Heeseung, who took you for himself. he owned your body.

warnings : read at your own risk. dom!heeseung x sub!reader. angry sex. let me know if i miss something.

author notes : inspired by this video (not really). also please tell me if i have coincidentally have a same plot because i think i have but please tell me so i can change this right away!

viewers discrimination is advised | typo alert | grammatical error aheads | lowercase using | work in fiction | masterlist.

YOU ARE MERELY A SLAVE, nothing but a tool for others to use.

you’re not just for anyone, someone has claim over you and refuses to share you with others.

but, this someone is Lee Heeseung. he owns you. he is your sole master.

and due to him, you felt drawn to him, despite his overindulgence. even though he had countless women in his bed, he kept you close by his side.

you hated him, to be honest, but something stopped you from hating him wholly.

your dress strap slid off your shoulder as he slowly laid you down on the table.

“god made you for me,” he whispers seductively, running his hand along your bosom as his gaze rakes over your body.

“only for me,” he says, kissing your belly and licking it with his teasing tongue.

he pulls you closer to him, your body pressed tightly against his. you moan softly as you feel his hard cock, eager to be claimed.

you let out a soft, low moan, clinging to his hair as he lowered himself.

“hee−heeseung~” you cry, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

your moans grow louder and more intense as he continues to lower himself, your hips rising to meet him.

“fuck~” you purr breathlessly, unable to control your excitement.

“stop moving, you fucking cunt” he says, gripping your waist and holding you steady on the table.

he stares at you harshly, asking: “do you want to be fuck? or not?”

before you can respond, Heeseung squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to look at him and submit to his desires.

“god fucking damn,” Heeseung hisses in a cold, simmering rage, his lips curling back to reveal his teeth.

he slowly slides his finger down the garter of your lace panty, as if imagining how he would rip it off you.

“i can’t believe you’d flirt with that bastard gardener right in front of me?” he adds, his voice trembling with anger as he looks at you with piercingly furious eyes.

“you like that, don’t you?” Heeseung hisses in a savage snarl, tightening his grip on your neck.

“you want me to get angry so i can fuck you? you bitch,” he adds, slamming his other hand down on the table in a fit of unbridled rage.

he pushes harder on your neck, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh, as his eyes bore into yours in a feral glare.

you’re dripping wet, every word of abuse he hurls at you and gesture Heeseung makes towards you only makes it worse. you’re not sure why this is happening, or why your body responds so strongly to him.

despite this, you can’t help but stare at him, begging for more. you can feel the moisture between your thighs.

he wastes no time in sliding your panty to the side, exposing your cunt to him. with a swift, efficient motion, he undone his pants, revealing the hard evidence of his desire for you.

without hesitation, his immediately slid his cock fully into yours, making you moaned loudly from the shock of his sudden invasion.

in a quiet, rumbling voice, Heeseung murmurs, “jesus christ too tight...” as his attempt to insert himself inside you continues.

your screams echoed throughout the room, as he held you down and forced himself into you.

in his mind, this moment is perfect, and he can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around his.

as his tongue caressed the sensitive skin on your neck, you quickly closed your eyes in delight.

the feeling was exquisite, and his sharp suckling made you pull his hair, wanting him to taste even more of your skin.

with urgency, Heeseung tore your panty and spread your legs even further, desperate to take you deep.

he was no longer wasting  time or taking his time, but acting in the heat of the moment, his passion reaching its climax.

you shake your head frantically in response, trying to stay focused despite the overwhelming sensation of joy and pain that floods through your body.

in a breathless voice, Heeseung asks, “are you on the pill?”

you shake your head frantically in response, trying to stay focused despite the overwhelming sensation of joy and pain that floods through your body.

“good,” Heeseung murmurs, and you have trouble deciphering whether it’s a nod of approval or a warning.

“since we don’t have time to waste, we’ll make the most of it,” Heeseung says in a voice that’s equal parts desperate and eager.

his words drip with lust and passion, as if he can’t wait for the moment when his seed meets your body.

“gon fuck you, and take my cum and bear my child,” he adds.

his words drip with lust and passion, as if he can’t wait for the moment when his seed meets your body.

you let out a soft sigh and pulled Heeseung closer towards you, your lips meeting his in a deep, sensual kiss.

he immediately responded, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his body aching with desire as he drank in the taste of your lips.

you could feel the heat building between you, the chemistry electric as your tongues danced together in a dance that had been waiting to happen.

Heeseung looks at you with a sly grin, asking, “you got that?”

there’s no reply from you, only some soft, excited noises that escape your lips as he increases the force of his thrusts.

“you got that?” he purrs again, as you slowly lose control of your body in the onslaught of pleasure, his body invading yours with a force that verges on the primal.

Heeseung’s thrusts were so deep that the sound of your groans and soft, excited noises filled the room.

his movements were fast and forceful, his pace increasing until the entire room was filled with enthusiastic skin–slapping.

you rolled your eyes and slowly sank your fingernails into Heeseung’s back, whispering naughty curses into his ear.

his body trembled with every movement of your fingers, and his breathing increased with each word you uttered into his ear.

you felt his passion growing, his desire burning hotter as your words found a home in his mind and body.

“i’m– go– cum. fuck! cum!,” you exclaim as you feel your climax growing closer by the second.

you can feel the tension building up in your body as you approach your boiling point, your breath hitching and your muscles tensing.

“just a few more moments,” Heeseung whisper shakily, your body beginning to convulse in anticipation.

you could feel your blood pumping through your body as your breathing sped up, your mind focused only on the sensation of pleasure that was rapidly building.

with your body in overdrive, you couldn’t control yourself any longer and let out all your cum.

“oh damn,” Heeseung muttered when he released his little swimmers and gave them all to you.

the warm fluid of your desire mixed together, and you felt the heat of his seed swimming towards your egg cell.

you immediately closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure of his liquid filling you.

you were caught in a whirlwind of feelings and sensations, as your bodies became one in the ultimate act of love and connection.

you knew you had reached the climax of your passion, and your heart was swelling with love as Heeseung wrapped his arms around you in an embrace.

you let yourself sink into the sensation of being filled, your body fully submitting to him and your mind floating in the sensation of joy and bliss.

you felt your legs trembling and your heart pounding in your chest, the feeling of your climax overwhelming and delightful.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄

dom!jay, dom!sunghoon, sub¡reader

context: trying a 3some for the first time with your boyfriend (jay) and your best friend (sunghoon)

mentions of: nicknames, oral sex (giving), penetration, unprotected sex, combo of degrading and sweet names, teasing, creampie

"are you sure you want to do this, (y/n)?" asked jay.

you were standing in front of sunghoon's house for a couple of minutes now, wondering whether it was worth it or not. for context, you and your boyfriend have been playing all night a spicy couple game, some sort of truth or dare, and you both ended up being really turned on by one of the challenges: to have sex at a common friend's house. so as strange as it may sound, you considered your best friend, sunghoon, to be the best option, as he lived nearby. you texted him, mentioning how you'd like to have a sleepover, maybe watch some netflix and eat junk food. he was just fine with it, and now you were standing outside, hopeful that everything would go well.

"no doubt" you answered confidently.

holding onto jay's arm, you walked towards the front door, ringing the bell. as the door opened, you were welcomed inside. sunghoon's house always had this kind of vibe, just like a dream mansion, except it was not quite as big. you stepped in, feeling instantly all warmed up, given the weather outside.

"make yourselves at home while i get us some drinks" sunghoon said and left the room, both you and jay looking at each other.

you were doubting it now whether it was the heat inside the house or your boyfriend that made you feel so hot.

"being here makes me feel even more hungry for you, babe" jay came closer to you, getting rid of the last couple of centimetres left in between, making sure to glue your bodies together so you can feel how hard he was for you. already.

you smirked at his gesture, while your hand travelled all the day down, rubbing your palm against his bulge. jay put your hair behind your ear, leaning in and breathing into your ear and neck "i want you right now and here". you could feel how he was getting harder and harder with each second. you could feel yourself getting just as wetter and wetter, crossing your legs together.

"that's not how you play the game, princess" jay put his leg between yours, raising his knee and teasing you through your jeans. as he was close to your neck, he devoured your skin, marking his territory all over the surface. hardly, you managed not to whine, yet your lips did not make it unbitten.

"should we bring this to the bathroom?" you whispered to him. "and what if i want to fuck you in the living room?" the simple thought of being caught doing anything obscene was just turning you on even more, so at the sound of that you just sighed and grabbed his dick through the trousers he was wearing "what if i will suck your dick right here?" you asked, smirking and offering him a small and sensual kiss "would these lips feel good on your cock?"

jay grabbed your wrist and pulled you after him into the dressing room. he pushed you down on your knees, lowering his trousers and boxers, exposing his hard length. "suck, slut"

you did not have second thoughts about that, rather you wrapped your hand around it and started licking the tip while not taking your gaze away from him. "i said suck" your boyfriend grabbed your hair and pushed you down his cock, forcing you to take all of him into your mouth. you couldn't help but keep gagging at his gesture. even now, you still couldn't get used to his thickness. he was just too big for your mouth. "mhmm, that feels good. keep going, princess"

"guys, where are you?" you heard sunghoon's voice coming from the living room.

your initial instinct was to stop, yet jay pushed your head down again "don't you dare, whore" he whispered, throwing his head back. it felt so good he could barely say anything else. jay would just try really hard not to groan. he hated not being able to be loud.

"just leaving our shoes in the dressing room!" he answered sunghoon's question. he kept fucking your mouth, still making you gag. "how does it feel to suck your master's cock, hm, princess? imagine that going inside you. it barely fits in your mouth, let alone your tight holes"

you could feel your nips hardening at the sound of that. you wanted him so badly, no, you needed him more than anything. using just your mouth to please your boyfriend, your pulled up your t-shirt, just above your chest, and started to feel your tits through the material of the bra. jay looked down, just to see how you were massaging your boobs, which made him bite his lower lip, and thrust harder into your mouth "your tits look so perfect. do you want my dick between them, slut? do you want me to fuck your tits?"

the way this man was making you feel was not comprehensible. his voice, his body, his scent, his flavour. there's nothing you could complain about, in fact, you could only praise him. and his cock in your mouth,.. if you actually started ranting about it, you would never stop.

"guys, do you want sweet or salty popcor-," you heard a familiar voice.

you turned your head slightly, just to see your best friend standing in front of the dressing room. fuck.

"oh my god, i'm sorry, i should have knocked"

you couldn't help but notice how his trousers suddenly just tightened. you looked up and down him, analysing his whole body, making you wonder. was he turned on by this? getting back on your feet, you looked at jay, which was already watching you, and it seemed like he did notice that too.

"i should leave" added sunghoon, turning around but not before jay replied to him "what about you stay?"

taken aback by his response, sunghoon's pupils dilated, and he stood for a couple of seconds speechless. the thought of having a threesome with your boyfriend and best friend kind of made you feel some things, things that you shouldn't feel. sunghoon stepped in, anxiously, and closed the door behind him. jay came closer to him, whispering into his ear "i know you want to fuck my princess' face, asshole. don't act like you don't fantasise about that"

"should we go upstairs? the bedroom would be much more convenient for this" said sunghoon, confidently this time, while staring at your exposed chest. you never pulled your shirt back down, yet that was just fortunate for him. "fuck" he groaned, and led all 3 of you to his room.

jay pushed you on the bed, taking off your jeans, while sunghoon pushed your head down on the sheets and took off his belt. were you dreaming right now? it is not that often that you get fucked by the two most important people in your life.

sunghoon felt himself for a second, biting his lips, just imagining how his cock would look down your throat. but he didn't have to imagine anymore, cause he unzipped his trousers in a couple of seconds and revealed his thickness. god, he looked so fucking good. laying down on the bed, with the two boys on each side of your body, you felt how jay's fingers started to feel your wet pussy through the material of your lingerie. his thick and slender fingers that you just desired to fuck your holes.

sunghoon wrapped one of his hands around your neck while you started to have a taste of his flavour. mhm, his cock was just so delicious. you just wanted to devour all of it. sunghoon pushed himself deeper, you could feel it going all the way in, making you gag repeatedly. little did he care, cause he continued to fuck your face, letting quiet moans leave his mouth.

in the meantime, your panties were now dripping wet. jay's fingers were teasing you in a circle motion, going harder each time. your clit was so spoiled right now. you forced yourself not to close your legs, it just felt too good. before you knew, jay put your panties to the side, and buried his cock, that you've been getting all ready, inside your pussy.

"fuck, you are so tight, whore" said jay, going hard inside you, regardless of your ability to take all of him or not.

it hurt so much, but it felt so good. your boyfriend leaned closed to your chest, pulling your tits over the bra, grabbing your nipples and twisting them. you could have reached climax any second now. getting fucked by two sexy men at the same time could be ticked on your bucket list now. jay's movements were precise and hiting your walls. he started speeding up too, making your tits bounce while your boyfriend was still playing with your nips.

sunghoon chocked you harder "do you want my cum on your face, beautiful?" at the sound of that, you could feel jay's dick twitch inside you. the fact that your boyfriend was turned on so much by this made it even better. you nodded, and sunghoon let go of your throat, starting to touch himself for a moment. "should we do it at the same time" he asked jay, trying to keep himself waiting before releasing.

"mhm" jay groaned "when you are ready"

sunghoon hit your face a couple of times with his dick, smirking at the view under his cock. the two boys nodded and in just a second you could feel how jay's semen was filling all of your hole, while sunghoon's cum was all over your face. you couldn't help but let a moan out, as jay hit your g-spot just as he was cumming.

"fuck" said sunghoon, breathing heavily. it was the same for jay, that let go of our tits and held onto your hips, lowering his face down and kissing your beautiful stomach.

"you were definitely treated just like a princess today" he whispered to you, not wanting to leave your pussy. his cock felt too warm and cozy in there.

everyone was just out of breathe, yet it was definitely worth it. you were now wondering if there will be another time you could do that. that was the best fucking experience you've ever gone through.

"i so love you"

Insatiable

🕷️ kinktober — day 4: biting kink (& blood play)🕸️

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (afab)

genre: non-idol!au, vampire!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, vampire bf!hoon, human!reader, tw! mention of blood, biting, blood drinking, oral (fem. receiving), cum eating, overstimulation (kind of, i guess?),

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: your vampire bf suddenly becomes clingy which can only mean he’s hungry or horny . . . or both

a/n: where’s all my vampire!au lovers?!?!?!?!!?! 🧛🏻

posted: october 4, 2023

— kinktober masterlist —

You should’ve seen it coming when Sunghoon had stayed with you in the bed until you got up this morning. Usually, he would be up busying himself with something by the time you woke up. You should’ve seen it coming when he somehow found a reason to be in every room you were in at any given time. You were in the bedroom folding laundry? He was digging through his clothes to find ‘that one shirt he thought he lost’. You were in the living room watching TV? Suddenly he was interested in it too—though he had complained to you multiple times he didn’t like the shows you liked. You were in the bathroom? He was knocking on the door asking how long you would be because he needed to brush his teeth.

You should have confronted him during one of those instances, but you finally snapped in the kitchen. You were in the middle of making yourself a sandwich for lunch when you felt Sunghoon’s presence lingering behind you. He wasn’t touching you or hovering, but you could still feel him, mostly his gaze. It felt like he was your own shadow, following you around incessantly. The jelly-coated knife in your hand clattered onto the counter as you let out an annoyed groan.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been all over me all morning.”

“I can’t just be close to my girlfriend?” he asked, a dumb smile on his face. But you could tell there was something sinister about that smile; he had ulterior motives that he wasn’t going to give up so quickly.

“Suddenly, like this? No,” you leaned back against the counter, but there was still not even a foot of distance between you two, “So what do you want? Are you horny? Hungry? What is it?”

If he could blush, he would be doing so in that moment. His smile turned sheepish, embarrassed that you had caught on so fast. He didn’t mean to be so clingy, but he couldn’t help it. He woke up with his stomach feeling empty and his gums aching. His cock had also been basically rock hard when he woke up. His body was essentially begging him to eat and get laid, and soon. But he knew how tired you had been lately with work, so he let you sleep in. And you seemed grumpy after you woke, so he let you go about your day without bothering you too much. He suffered in silence for as long as he could until your outburst.

“Would you hate me if I said both?”

This time his smile revealed his pointed canines, longer than they usually were. You noticed the pale skin around his eyes had a dusting of rose-colored pigment, and small, faint, spindly veins branched around them. Those usually signified his hunger, and now that you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time he had fed.

Having a vampire as a boyfriend, while as outlandish as it sounded, was surprisingly low-maintenance. You weren’t sure if it was because of Sunghoon’s personality or if all vampires were like this—he was the only one you had ever met, to your knowledge—but he was really easy going. He held himself with great self control, only feasting when absolutely necessary.

When you had started dating him, he admitted his identity to you and assured you that he only fed on animals. For a while he had tried stealing blood from a local hospital, but he felt guilty, so he had quit. As nice as human blood was, he always felt it was morally wrong, so he stuck to an animal-exclusive diet. It wasn’t until you were almost a year into dating that you suggested he feed from you, and even then it took him a couple months to come around to the idea.

The first time he fed from you was overwhelming, to say the least, but he displayed way more self control than he thought he could. You had gone limp in his arms, which held you tight at the waist, crushing you against him while his teeth were sunk into the junction of your neck and shoulder. When you let out the smallest whisper of his name, he released you as fast as he possibly could, using his thumb to cover your puncture wounds. He had taken a bit more blood than he should’ve, but thankfully it wasn’t enough to cause you damage.

You healed up just fine after some food, water, and rest, and the next day you were good as new. But he still held off as long as possible between feedings, not wanting to take advantage of the food supply he could get from you. Though, secretly, you loved when he used you. The feedings almost felt like taking drugs. The rush you got from them was euphoric, even if it did take a large amount of energy out of you. And Sunghoon looked hot when he fed, you couldn’t deny that. The way his eyes turned that dark red (almost black) color. The way your blood stained his lips with a crimson hue. The way he became hungry for you in a way that surpassed normal lust. It was so primal. So carnal. So excruciatingly sexy. Every time you just wanted him to have his way with you, there and then.

“Okay,” you said, “but can we try something different this time?”

Sunghoon was shocked you were agreeing to a feeding right now, given your seemingly indifferent mood all morning. But he simply nodded, willing to do almost anything to get blood in his mouth soon, “Sure.”

“Do you, um, have to take blood from my neck every time?” you asked him, looking up at him with the art of seduction brewing in your eyes.

“No, I guess- I guess I could take it from your wrist or somewhere else on your arm. It’s just that the neck is the easiest access point,” he tried to explain, but admittedly he was pretty thrown off by the question. No one had ever asked him that before.

“So, you could really bite me anywhere then?”

“Y-yeah, I suppose I could. What did you have in mind?”

You simply smiled to yourself, having no doubt in your mind that you would get him to feed from you exactly how you wanted him to. Exactly like you had imagined a handful of times.

And, boy were you right. Not even five minutes later he had you thrown unceremoniously onto your bed, your shorts and underwear discarded and tossed across the room. His inhuman strength was used to grab your legs and place them over his shoulders as he wedged himself between your thighs. One tantalizing look from him and then he was committing the most sinful acts on you with his tongue. Licking and prodding and kissing and sucking your sensitive skin in all the right ways. In all the right places. He drew the most erotic, filthy noises from you, along with some moans of his name. He smirked wickedly into your pussy, his pride—and his cock—swelling.

Low growls rumbled from deep in his throat as he ate you out. His mouth moved with ardor, as if your cum was his life source instead of the red ichor that flowed in your veins. And he didn’t plan on stopping until he got both. So he hummed, holding your clit between his lips. He opened his eyes just in time to see you slipping, your eyes vaguely crossing and your lips agape, a gasp stuck in your throat.

“Hoon- Please- I need . . . Oh my God,” your words trailed off into a moan that was so pornographic you couldn’t believe it came from you. Your boyfriend was always great at eating you out, but this was on another level.

“Need what, _______? To cum? Then do it. Cum on my tongue, baby,” he pulled away to egg you on, then promptly returned to lapping at your slick lips. Your skin felt like velvet over his tongue, and your arousal tasted like juice from the sweetest fruit. But your blood would be the richest and smoothest of wines. And he wanted to get drunk off of you at any means necessary.

You wanted to answer, but you physically weren’t able to. Any words that you thought of formed in your throat and died before they could reach your lips, coming out in faint croaks or cut-off moans. His name was the only thing you could get out, and even that could only escape in choked gasps or panted breaths. It was the loudest when your orgasm finally snapped.

Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, and the area between your ribs and your thighs felt warm. Sunghoon’s grip on the outside of your thighs tightened as he tasted the first drips of your cum. His tongue collected as much of it as he could get. But he had to act quickly. While you were still in the throes of your orgasm, he pulled his lips away from your cunt, directing them to the plush of your inner thigh. He bared his fangs as much as he could before breaking your skin with them, sinking them as far as he could without seriously harming you.

A sharp gasp sounded from your mouth, and your hands fisted the sheets at your sides, tugging them into the tight grip of your knuckles. The pain was borderline insufferable, but you knew the taste of ecstasy that soon followed would make it all worth it.

In a matter of a minute, the pain was subduing and was being replaced by waves of pleasure. The warmth that was caused by your orgasm was ignited into a fiery heat, like the nozzle of a stove slowly being turned from low to high. Then, the tingling started. First in the thigh that he was feeding from, then the other one. It spread to your knees and hips. And soon after that, the numbness set in. That’s when you knew it was getting to be too much. Your body was going into a panic, but your mind was still dazed from the effects of his venom, which seeped in from the bite.

“S-“ you groaned, barely able to form a coherent thought, “Sung- . . . Sunghoo . . .”

Your boyfriend’s eyes shot open, and he immediately withdrew his mouth from your leg, “Fuck, I’m sorry, ________.”

You shook your head lazily, not entirely sure if the lack of energy was more from the orgasm or the feeding.

“You tasted so good, I couldn’t help myself,” he spoke quickly, his voice full of panic. He leaned down to lave his tongue over the puncture marks, using his saliva to heal them. It would seal them for now, keeping you from bleeding, but it would take a few hours for them to close, “Are you alright?”

In the blink of an eye, he was hovering above you, and anyone else would’ve been startled. But you were so used to his inhuman speed by now, you were unfazed. You were, however, dismayed still, and concernedly so. Sunghoon’s hand reached up to gently grab your chin, tilting your head from side to side, “________, baby, answer me. Are you okay?”

A drunken smile appeared on your lips, but your eyes remained closed, “‘m great.”

He sighed in relief, shaking his head, “Don’t do that. I was worried I drank too much.”

“A little,” you mumbled in a half-response, slurring your words, “but . . . felt s’ good.”

“Don’t black out on me,” he chuckled softly, a hint of worry still in his red-colored eyes as he peered down at you. His fingers gripped your chin a little tighter as he leaned forward and kissed the corner of your lips, “I mean it.”

“Or what?” you teased, eyes half-opening to see his handsome face inches from your own. If you weren’t so weak, you would have rolled you both over and taken the reigns then.

“Or I’ll eat you,” he mocked you, booping the tip of your nose with his before kissing you again, this time on the lips. His lips were tinged with blood still, the taste of iron present on them but not unbearable.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“You decide,” he patted your thigh affectionately, his thumb smoothing your skin and lingering near the marks he left on it. Then he got up off the bed, heading for the door, “Don’t move, I’m gonna get you a snack and some water.”

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