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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

kinktober week 1.2 - brat taming

sugar baby got some salt - y.jh (brat-taming, subhan, edging, vibrators, slight degradation)

The office was bathed in the cool, professional hum of voices, papers rustling, and the steady rhythm of business discussions. You were seated at the head of the table, surrounded by important clients, guiding the conversation with calm authority. The meeting was crucial — a make-or-break moment for the future of a major project. Everything was going smoothly until the doors to the conference room were flung open, causing heads to turn sharply.

In walked Jeonghan, your spoiled, bratty sugar baby, with a pout on his lips and fire in his eyes. His carefully styled blonde hair fell over his face as he marched directly toward you, completely ignoring the shocked stares from your clients. He was dressed in an oversized sweater and skinny jeans, looking effortlessly chic — a look he could pull off in any situation, but this was far from appropriate.

"Baby!" Jeonghan whined, crossing his arms in frustration. "Your credit card isn’t working! I just found the most perfect pair of shoes, and it got declined! What the hell?"

You shot him a glare, keeping your tone measured but firm. "Jeonghan, not now," you said quietly, trying not to draw more attention than he already had. You could feel the eyes of your clients boring into you, the weight of their judgment heavy.

But Jeonghan wasn’t having any of it. "Not now?" he repeated, his voice growing louder, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. "You don't understand! These shoes are literally one of a kind, and they’re going to be gone if I don’t buy them right now!"

A few of your clients exchanged uncomfortable glances, whispering among themselves, clearly taken aback by Jeonghan’s behavior. You clenched your jaw, trying to maintain your composure. This was not the time for one of his tantrums, especially not in front of people you were trying to impress.

"Jeonghan," you hissed under your breath, your patience wearing thin, "I will deal with this later. Please, leave the room now."

But instead of backing down, Jeonghan stomped his foot, his eyes narrowing as his pout deepened. "But I need it fixed now!" His voice was loud, childish, and completely unbothered by the fact that he was embarrassing you. "Why can’t you just tell them to hurry up? I’ve been waiting all day for this!"

Your clients were clearly shocked, and you could feel the tension rising in the room. The professionalism you had worked so hard to establish was crumbling before your eyes, all because of Jeonghan’s bratty behavior.

"Jeonghan," you snapped, your tone sharp enough to cut through the air, "get out. Now."

He glared at you, crossing his arms petulantly. "Fine," he huffed, spinning on his heel and marching toward the door, but not before throwing a final parting shot over his shoulder. "But if those shoes are gone, it’s your fault!"

As the door slammed behind him, you let out a slow, controlled breath, turning back to your stunned clients. "I apologize for the interruption," you said smoothly, slipping back into your role with ease, though inside, you were fuming. "Shall we continue?"

The meeting dragged on longer than you wanted, your thoughts clouded with the memory of Jeonghan’s outburst. You were already planning his punishment in your mind, knowing full well that his behavior wouldn’t go unchecked. By the time the meeting was over, and the last client had left, you were practically vibrating with anticipation.

When you finally entered your bedroom, you found Jeonghan perched on the edge of the bed, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and his lips were set in a pout that would have been adorable if you weren’t still so angry.

"Baby, I’m sorry," he said, his voice soft and sweet, the crocodile tears already starting to glisten in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just—"

You cut him off with a sharp look, the corner of your lips curling into a smirk as you took in the sight of him sitting there, all pretty and fake sorry. "You think those fake tears are going to save you?" you asked, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. "You embarrassed me in front of my clients, Jeonghan. Do you think I’m just going to let that slide?"

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip as his eyes darted to the floor. "I said I was sorry," he muttered, but there was a nervousness in his voice now, a recognition that he wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

"Sorry isn’t good enough," you said, your tone teasing as you reached out to grab his chin, tilting his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "You need to be punished, baby. And this time, there’s no getting out of it."

A shiver ran through his body, his eyes widening slightly at your words. "W-what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You’ll see," you purred, letting go of his chin and stepping back. "Strip. Now."

Jeonghan hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled off his oversized sweater, revealing the pale, smooth skin of his chest. He stood up to shimmy out of his jeans and boxer briefs, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Now completely naked, he lay down on the bed, his cock already half-hard from anticipation, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Good, slut," you praised, watching the way his body reacted to the words, his cock twitching at the praise. "Stay just like that."

You walked over to your drawer, pulling out a small black vibrator. When you turned back to him, you saw the nervous anticipation in his eyes, the way his body tensed slightly in preparation for what was to come.

"Do you remember what happens when you act like a brat?" you asked, your voice silky smooth as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. "You don’t get what you want."

He whimpered softly, his eyes flickering to the vibrator in your hand, already knowing where this was going. "Please…" he started, but you cut him off with a sharp press of the vibrator against his chest, right over his nipple.

"Begging already?" you teased, watching as his back arched off the bed, his body trembling beneath you. "We’re just getting started, baby."

The vibrator buzzed softly against his sensitive nipple, drawing out whimpers and soft moans from his lips as you trailed it across his chest, watching his skin twitch beneath the sensation. His cock was already leaking, twitching in desperation as you teased him mercilessly.

"Do you want more?" you asked, your voice low and commanding as you trailed the vibrator down his stomach, circling it teasingly around his cock without ever touching him directly.

"Y-yes," Jeonghan whimpered, his hips bucking up toward you, desperate for more stimulation. "Please, more…"

You smirked, pressing the vibrator against the base of his cock, watching as his body convulsed with pleasure, his head thrown back against the pillows. But before he could get too close, you pulled it away, leaving him on the edge. He whimpered loudly and you giggled at his desperation, watching his dick go down a little before you pressed the vibrator back over it.

he was writhing with the pleasure and pain. you let him come so close he almost cummed, but pulled away just in time again. he kicked his legs, whining like the brat he was. "I wanna cum!" he commanded as if he had even a little charge. You made a tch-tch sound at his brattiness as you set aside the vibrator.

"Not yet," you cooed, straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. You sank down onto him slowly, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. His moans were louder now, more desperate, as his body trembled beneath yours.

You rode him slowly, your hands resting on his chest as you moved, your hips grinding down against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. His hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling as you used him for your own pleasure, his cock twitching inside you as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm.

"Please," Jeonghan begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please let me cum… I can’t… I need to—"

But you only smirked, riding him faster now, chasing your own release while denying him his. "You don’t get to cum yet," you said breathlessly, your nails digging into his chest as you felt your own orgasm approaching. "Not until I say so."

Jeonghan’s body shook violently beneath you, his eyes screwed shut as tears of frustration gathered in the corners of his eyes. "I can’t—" he whimpered, his voice breaking as his cock twitched helplessly inside you. "Please, I can’t hold it—"

You ignored his pleas, grinding down on him harder as your own orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you rode him through your release. Jeonghan’s body convulsed beneath you, his whimpers growing louder as he struggled to hold back his own release.

Finally, you slowed down, your breathing ragged as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against his sweat-soaked forehead. "Now," you whispered, your voice soft and commanding. "Cum for me, baby."

The moment the words left your lips, Jeonghan’s body went rigid, his cock twitching violently inside you as he came with a loud, desperate moan. His release was immediate, spilling into you in hot, thick waves as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

He collapsed against the bed, completely spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You stayed on top of him for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of him inside you before getting off him. you got off the bed to get a warm and wet washcloth to clean you both.

"i hope you dont behave like such a brat again," you said, wiping down his thighs as he curled up near you, "unless, of course, you like being punished like a little slut like this."

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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

kinktober week 1.5 - sensory play

muddy hands get busy - l.sm (sensory/texture play, subdk, teasing)

Seokmin couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into your art studio, his eyes widening with excitement at the thought of what he believed was going to be a cute, wholesome pottery date. He’d been looking forward to this for days, thinking about how romantic and peaceful it would be to make something together—his hands wrapped around yours as you both molded the clay into something beautiful, like one of those sweet scenes from a movie.

But you had other plans.

He glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights—the shelves lined with finished pottery, bags of clay stacked in the corner, and of course, the wheel sitting at the center of the room, waiting for the two of you. It felt cozy, comforting, and you could see the spark in his eyes as he turned to you with that signature Seokmin smile.

“This is going to be so fun,” he said excitedly, pulling you into a hug. “I’ve never done pottery before. You’ll have to teach me everything.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you murmured, your voice soft but laced with something that made Seokmin’s smile falter just for a second. “I’ll show you exactly what to do.”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but he didn’t think much of it. After all, you had a way of teasing him sometimes, making him blush with your words, but surely today was just about art… right?

You led him to the pottery wheel, the excitement bubbling inside you as you watched him sit down in front of it, completely oblivious to what you had planned. Seokmin’s fingers flexed nervously as he glanced at the lump of clay in front of him.

“Okay, so… what do I do first?” he asked, looking up at you with an eager expression.

You smiled, stepping behind him and placing your hands gently on his shoulders. “First, you need to knead the clay,” you explained softly, leaning in closer so that your lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “You have to make sure it’s soft and ready before you can shape it.”

Seokmin shivered slightly at the closeness of your voice, but he obediently reached for the clay, his hands pressing into it as he began to knead, just like you instructed. The feeling of the soft material between his fingers was oddly soothing, and for a moment, he relaxed into the task, unaware of the mischief brewing behind him.

You watched him work for a moment, then slowly let your hands drift from his shoulders, trailing down his arms until your fingers hovered over his, guiding him. “Like this,” you whispered, pressing your body closer to his, letting him feel the warmth of you against his back. "See, its perfectly wet."

He tensed slightly, the proximity catching him off guard, but he didn’t protest. Not yet.

As he continued kneading the clay, your hands moved, ghosting over his chest and slowly working at the buttons of his shirt. “You’re doing such a good job, Seokmin,” you purred, your voice a little more sultry than before. “But I think you might get a little too warm. Let’s take this off, okay?”

Seokmin’s hands stilled for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the studio. “W-What are you…?” he began, but you shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Just relax,” you murmured, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside. “It’s just us here anyways.”

He swallowed hard, his heart racing now as you started trailing your hands over his bare chest, your fingers teasing the sensitive skin. Seokmin tried to focus on the clay, but the way your hands were roaming his body made it difficult—impossible even. Every touch sent a shiver down his spine, his muscles twitching as he struggled to stay composed.

“Keep going,” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “You have to shape the clay, Seokmin.”

His hands moved again, shakily this time, trying to keep up with your instructions. But then your hands slipped lower, fingers grazing the waistband of his pants, and Seokmin’s breath hitched once more.

“Let’s get these off too,” you teased, your hands working at the button of his pants before pulling them down, along with his boxers, just enough to expose him. His hard dick sprang free, already aching and flushed from the teasing touches.

“Y/N…” Seokmin whimpered, his voice shaky with a mix of surprise and arousal. He was trying so hard to stay focused, to follow your instructions, but the way your hands moved over him, the cool air on his exposed skin, was driving him insane.

“Shhh,” you cooed, your lips brushing his ear again. “You’re doing so well. Just focus on your work, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You placed your hands over his again, helping him shape the clay while your body pressed against his, your fingers guiding his every move. The sensation of the wet, cool clay mixed with the warmth of your body against his was overwhelming, and Seokmin could feel his pulse quickening, his cock twitching in the open air.

Your hands were soon slick with the wet clay as you continued to guide him, shaping the pot with deliberate slowness. you slowly dragged your hands back, spreading the wet clay over his arms and reaching his chest, flicking his cute nipples.

“You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, your fingers tracing circles over his chest, leaving smudges of clay on his skin. “So sensitive… such a good boy for me.”

Seokmin whimpered again, his hips shifting involuntarily as the teasing touch sent jolts of pleasure through him. He was trying so hard to focus, but your words, your hands, the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable—it was all too much.

“Y/N, please…” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “I-I can’t… I need…”

You smiled at his desperation, loving how obedient he was being despite how much you were teasing him. “You need what, Seokmin?” you asked, your hands trailing lower, just barely brushing his thighs, but never quite touching him where he needed it most. “Tell me.”

“I need… I need you to touch me,” he whimpered, his hips lifting slightly as if begging for more contact. “Please, Y/N…”

You chuckled softly, your fingers trailing over his lower abdomen, spreading the wet clay over his skin in a deliberate, teasing manner. “So impatient,” you teased. “But you haven’t even finished your pot yet, Seokmin. You’re not done with your work.”

Seokmin’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as he tried to keep going, his hands shaking as he worked the clay. He was so close to breaking, so close to losing control, and yet he still wanted to be good for you. He wanted to follow your instructions, even though his body was screaming for release.

“Good boy,” you murmured in his ear, your hands finally moving to his cock, wrapping around the base with a firm but gentle grip. The warmth of his dick against the coolness of the clay made him moan, his head falling back as his hips bucked slightly into your touch.

You stroked him slowly, coating his length with the wet clay as you worked him over, watching with satisfaction as his body trembled beneath you. “Does that feel good?” you asked, your voice soft but laced with dominance.

“Yes… yes,” Seokmin gasped, his hips thrusting up into your hand, desperate for more. “Please… please, Y/N, don’t stop…”

But you weren’t going to make it that easy for him. “Focus, Seokmin,” you said, your tone playful but commanding. “You have to finish your pot.”

He whimpered, his hands moving shakily as he tried to focus, but it was so hard with the way you were stroking him, the way your hands moved over his body, the contrast of the cold clay and the heat of his own arousal. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he was so close—so painfully close.

Just as the pot was taking its final shape, Seokmin’s body was trembling with the need for release. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing in your hand as he teetered on the edge.

“I’m so close…” he whimpered, his voice breaking as his body begged for permission to let go. “Please, Y/N… I’m so close…”

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, your voice soft and sweet as you finally gave him what he wanted. “Go ahead, Seokmin,” you whispered. “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left your lips, Seokmin’s body tensed, and with a low, guttural moan, he came hard, his release spilling over the pot he had worked so hard to shape. His whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, his cum mixing with the wet clay in a messy, beautiful display of his surrender.

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand still stroking him through his orgasm until he was spent, his body collapsing against you in exhaustion.

“Oh, Seokmin,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “What a waste of good clay… and fresh cum.”

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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

kinktober week 1.3 - semi-public sex

nerdy whore - j.ww (semi-public, degradation, subwonu, slight cum eating)

The library was always the perfect place for Wonwoo. Quiet, secluded, and filled with rows and rows of books, it was his sanctuary. He could escape into his own world, whether that was through textbooks or something a little more risqué when he was sure no one else was around. There was something comforting about being surrounded by knowledge while indulging in his secret pleasures.

Lately, though, Wonwoo’s reading habits had shifted. Sure, he still buried himself in textbooks and academic journals, but he’d developed a habit of sneaking off to the furthest corner of the library to read smut novels. Not just any kind of smut, though—he was particularly fond of the ones where the man was the submissive partner, being used and degraded by someone else. The idea made his heart race in a way that nothing else did. He was hooked on the humiliation, the power dynamic.

But today was different.

Today, Wonwoo wasn’t in the library to read.

Instead, he found himself pressed up against the far back wall, hidden behind towering shelves, with his legs splayed out in front of him. The rough carpet of the library floor scratched his skin through his clothes, but he hardly noticed. He was far too focused on you—straddling his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rocked your hips against him. His cock was buried deep inside you, and you moved with a steady, relentless rhythm that had him biting his lip to keep from making any noise.

The library was technically empty, but there was always the risk that someone could wander in at any moment. That only heightened the tension for him, made the sensation of you using his body even more intense.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Wonwoo?” you whispered, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you teased him, your voice dripping with condescension. “Sitting here like the little slut you are, letting me ride your cock like it’s all you’re good for.”

Wonwoo’s face flushed a deep red at your words, his hands gripping your thighs as you bounced on top of him. He loved the way you talked to him like this, the way you made him feel small and submissive. His heart was pounding in his chest, not just from the pleasure but from the fear that someone might walk in at any second and catch him being used like this.

His breath came out in ragged gasps, and he tried to hold back the whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips. He knew the library was usually empty during this hour of the day, but the thought of someone catching him in this humiliating position made his cock throb even harder inside you.

You laughed softly, noticing how desperate he was becoming. “You like that, don’t you? You like being my little slut, don’t you, Wonwoo?”

He nodded weakly, biting his lip as his eyes fluttered closed. The degrading words you whispered in his ear sent shivers down his spine, making his body feel like it was on fire.

“I asked you a question,” you said more sharply, your hand coming up to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” Wonwoo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was foggy with pleasure, but he still managed to choke out the words you wanted to hear. “I love it.”

You smirked down at him, your hips grinding down harder against him, making him groan. “That’s what I thought,” you purred, running your fingers through his hair before yanking his head back slightly. “Such a pathetic little nerd, getting off to me treating you like trash. I bet you’d love it if someone walked in right now, wouldn’t you? You’d love for them to see you being used like the little slut you are.”

Wonwoo’s entire body tensed at the thought, his cock twitching inside you. He shook his head, trying to deny it, but the way his body responded told a different story.

“Oh, don’t lie,” you taunted, grinding down on him harder, the slickness between your thighs making every movement more sinful, more obscene. “You’d love it if someone saw you like this, wouldn’t you? All fucked out and helpless, taking whatever I give you.”

“N-no,” he gasped, though his voice trembled with uncertainty, as if even he didn’t believe what he was saying.

You laughed darkly, leaning in closer to whisper against his ear. “Liar.”

The word sent a shiver down his spine, an d before he could respond, you lifted your hips slightly, pulling almost completely off his cock before slamming back down on him, making his head fall back against the wall with a soft thud. His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to spill out.

“Look at you,” you continued, your voice low and dripping with contempt. “Such a mess already, and we’ve only just started. You’re such a good little toy for me, Wonwoo. Always so obedient, always so desperate.”

His chest heaved with every breath, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely think straight. You had him completely at your mercy, and he loved every second of it.

“I-I’m trying,” he whispered, his voice shaking with both pleasure and fear. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he tried to focus on the sensation of you riding him, the overwhelming pleasure building inside him with each movement.

“You’re pathetic,” you spat, your voice sharp and cutting. “Can’t even fuck me properly, can you? You’re just sitting here, letting me do all the work while you sit there like a dumb little nerd. Is this what you dream about when you’re reading all those filthy novels in the back of the library? Being used like this?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shot open at your words, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. You knew about that? His secret indulgence, the smutty novels he read when no one was around, the ones that always ended with the man on the bottom, being degraded and used like a — you knew?

“Y-you… how did you know?” he stammered, his voice breathless as he stared up at you in shock.

You smirked, tightening your grip on his shoulders as you leaned down to whisper in his ear again. “I’ve seen you, Wonwoo. I’ve seen you hiding in the back with your face buried in those dirty books. You’re so obvious. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

His mind was spinning, the humiliation of being caught mixing with the intense pleasure of your body moving against his. His cock twitched inside you, betraying just how much your words were turning him on.

“You’re such a little pervert,” you continued, your tone mocking as you ground down harder on him, making him whimper. “Reading all those dirty books, getting off to the thought of someone using you like this. Well, now you get to live out your fantasy, isn’t that right?”

Wonwoo could only nod, his head spinning with pleasure and shame. His hands gripped your hips harder as he tried to focus on holding back the orgasm that was quickly building inside him. He didn’t want this to end yet—not when you were using him like this, treating him like he was nothing more than a toy for your pleasure.

“Such a good little slut,” you praised, your voice dripping with mock affection as you continued to ride him. “You love it, don’t you? Being used like this, treated like trash. You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, Wonwoo?”

“Y-yes,” he gasped, his voice barely audible as he struggled to keep his composure. “I’m your slut. Please…”

“Please what?” you asked, a wicked grin spreading across your face as you stared down at him. “What do you want, Wonwoo? Do you want to cum?”

He nodded desperately, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Please… please let me cum.”

But you only smirked, leaning down to brush your lips against his ear again. “Not yet,” you whispered, your voice dark and teasing. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

A whimper escaped his lips as he bucked his hips up toward you, desperate for more stimulation. His entire body was trembling with the effort of holding back, his cock twitching helplessly inside you.

“Please…” he begged, his voice breaking as he stared up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “I can’t hold it…”

“You’ll hold it,” you commanded, your voice firm as you continued to ride him. “You don’t get to cum yet, Wonwoo. You’re going to wait until I tell you to. Understand?”

He nodded weakly, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back his release. His hands gripped your hips so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

The fear of being caught still hung in the air, amplifying the intensity of every movement, every word. His heart pounded in his chest as he fought to hold back, his entire body trembling with the effort.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you leaned down to press a soft kiss against his lips, your voice soft and teasing as you whispered, “Now.”

The moment the word left your lips, Wonwoo’s entire body tensed, his cock twitching violently inside you as he came with a loud, desperate moan. His release was immediate, hot and thick, spilling inside you as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

You rode him through it, milking every last drop from him as he collapsed back ln the wall, his eyes shut as he tried to catch your dress. You lifted yourself off him, two fingers collecting Wonwoo's cum beneath yourself. "Open," you ordered, and watched Wonwoo follow without questioning, taking your fingers in his mouth and tasting his own cum. You pushed your fingers to the back of his throat, watching where his gag reflex stops you.

"Good boy," you giggle as you get up, using Wonwoo's handkerchief to wipe between your legs, before pulling back on your panties and adjusting down your skirt. "I'll meet you here again tomorrow, nerd."

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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

kinktober week 1.1 - overstimulation

next stop till nirvana - l.jh (overstim, subhoon, obedeince, cumplay)

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint sweetness of lingering afterglow. The low light cast soft shadows over Jihoon’s form, his body sprawled across the bed, trembling slightly under your touch. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes hazy with exhaustion and desire. The fluffy pink handcuffs, securely binding his wrists to the headboard, contrasted adorably against the sharp lines of his muscles, his fair skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His loose white tee had ridden up, bunched messily beneath his arms, revealing the toned chest and abs that you had been worshipping for what felt like hours.

"Are you okay, baby?" you whispered softly, dragging your freshly manicured nails lightly across his chest, watching his muscles twitch beneath your touch. His body had been reduced to a trembling, overstimulated mess, but Jihoon still nodded weakly, eyes fluttering shut as he bit back a moan.

"I'm okay," he panted, voice ragged. His cock, slick with his own cum, twitched in response as you reached down to stroke him again, slow and deliberate. His hips jerked forward instinctively, though his body recoiled from the overwhelming sensitivity. "T-too much," he gasped, though he didn’t pull away, staying obedient beneath you like the good boy he always was.

"Shh," you soothed, placing a soft kiss on the reddened skin of his chest before sucking on one of his already sensitive nipples. He let out a choked sob, body convulsing beneath you, and you could feel his cock pulsing weakly in your hand. "I know, baby. I know it's a lot, but you can give me one more, right?" You spoke softly, lips brushing against his nipple with each word, your hand slowing its strokes as his body shook violently.

"I-I don't know," Jihoon whimpered, his voice breaking as tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes. He'd already cum so many times tonight, his body completely wrung out, overstimulated to the point of breaking. His thighs trembled as you pressed your palm flat against his abs, grounding him, reminding him of your control.

"You can do it for me," you encouraged, straddling one of his muscular thighs and grinding your soaked pussy against him, the slickness of your arousal mixing with the cum still leaking from his tip. "Just one more, baby. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?"

Jihoon nodded weakly, eyes half-lidded as he whimpered under your praise. "Y-Yes, I can do it. I'll give you another," he whispered, even as his body convulsed in overstimulation. He had no idea how he was going to cum again, but he’d do anything for you, anything to hear you praise him like that again.

"Good boy," you praised, the words like honey dripping from your lips as you kissed his stomach, your tongue trailing along the dips of his abs, savoring every shudder and twitch of his body. "That's what I like to hear. Hold on for me just a little longer, okay? I want us to cum together."

He let out a soft sob as your hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking him slowly, your thumb teasing the sensitive tip. His chest heaved, and his entire body jerked beneath you. He was so overstimulated, every touch felt like fire on his skin, but he craved it—needed it.

Your own arousal was dripping down your thighs as you moved faster against him, grinding your pussy against his thigh with desperation, each motion sending sparks of pleasure through your core. You were close too, your climax teetering just out of reach as you worked him with practiced strokes, his cock twitching helplessly in your hand.

"Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good," you gasped, your voice breathless as you quickened your pace, chasing your own high. "Hold it, Jihoon. Hold it for me. I want you to cum with me."

He was crying now, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tried desperately to follow your command. His hips bucked weakly beneath you, the overstimulation becoming unbearable, but he held on, clinging to your words, to the promise of release.

"I c-can’t," Jihoon sobbed, his voice cracking with exhaustion. "I can't anymore. I—I literally can't cum again."

"Yes, you can," you whispered soothingly, your lips brushing against his ear as you leaned down, pressing your body against his. "Just a little more, baby. I know you can do it."

Jihoon’s body convulsed beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his climax began to build again, despite the overwhelming sensitivity. He was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss and agony, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure.

"Now," you moaned, your body finally tipping over the edge as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching tightly as you ground down against his thigh. "Cum with me, baby."

Jihoon let out a choked cry, his entire body shaking violently as his cock twitched in your hand, spurting out the last remnants of his cum. It was weak, barely more than a dribble, but it was enough. He collapsed against the bed, his chest heaving as tears of exhaustion and pleasure streaked down his face.

"I can't—I can't anymore," he whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as he continued to sob, his voice cracking. "I can't… there's no more left. My balls are empty, baby."

You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss his tear-streaked cheeks, your hand gently brushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. "You did so good, baby," you whispered, pressing soft kisses against his lips. "You were such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you."

Jihoon sniffled, his body still shaking from the overstimulation, but he managed a weak smile as you kissed him, the praise soothing the aching exhaustion in his limbs. "T-thank you," he mumbled, his voice hoarse as he nuzzled into your touch.

"You deserve some rest now," you whispered, unhooking the handcuffs from the headboard and rubbing his sore wrists gently. He winced slightly but didn’t pull away, his eyes already fluttering shut as the exhaustion overtook him.

"Tomorrow morning," you teased, brushing your lips against his ear. "We'll continue this in the morning."

Jihoon groaned softly, his voice barely a whisper. "Please… no more… not tomorrow." Even as he protested, though, he was already looking forward to tomorrow now, and you knew it too.

You giggled, kissing him softly again before pulling a blanket over his naked, trembling form. "Sleep now, baby. We’ll see how you feel in the morning."

With a soft sigh, Jihoon relaxed completely, his body sinking into the bed as sleep overtook him. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way his chest rose and fell steadily, the way his lips parted slightly as he slept. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile as you settled in beside him, your arm wrapping around him comfortingly.

You’d push his limits again tomorrow, but for now, you’d let him rest. He’d earned it.

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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

heyyy. i totally get the wanting to quit thing. like honestly thats kinda where im at rn w things but i think honestly just take a step back n reevaluate things.

you should write bcs u want to, not bcs ur being forced to or bcs there’s a lot of pressure to pump out fics like a machine. do what makes u happy, write something that YOU want to. and if you start something and can’t finish it, that’s completely okay. people lose passion for certain things all the time; it’s normal.

just take ur time w things. there’s no rush with anything. you don’t need to be posting fics everyday. that’s way too much pressure to put on one person.

i hope you’re doing okay tho. :)

I love how people think I am serious when I said quiting because come on guys do y'all even know ceecee I can't stand not yapping 😂🙏🏻😭🫶🏻

I am bring y'all some good goodies to read for kinktober by today or latest tomorrow so be prepared hehehe

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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

I am fucking sobbing rn I just accidentally tore an artwork i had been working on for the past 6 hours ???? The universe has it against me

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wifeyoozi

5 months ago

Torn between wanting to quit Tumblr and everything because I can literally not be consistent and never follow up with what I say and that's pathetic and wanting to start a kinktober because hey wtf everyone's doing that I want to too.

I have literally been avoiding Tumblr because I am too frustrated to write the 2k followers celebration thingy anymore and it's literally hard coming up with ideas for that prompt idk what was I thinking when I said I was gonna do that.

So like if y'all not gon hate me I'll start back here pls fill my inbox with some motivation because indeed I am a attention whore for any all attention 😭🫶🏻🙏🏻

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wifeyoozi

6 months ago

I love how I know some of y'all scroll thru my blog causally so deep liking posts i made months ago which is really deep considering how often I just post trash.

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wifeyoozi

6 months ago

What triggers me is how every set has a different black polo tee like how richie rich do you have to be to waste money on more than one polo tee because as great as they look on him polos suck

black polo tee mingyu saved lives 🖤

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wifeyoozi

6 months ago

girl!! guess what got into med school..

GUURRRLLLLLLLL CONGRATSSSSS 🎉🎉🎉 BAKSU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 WE BE PROUD

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wifeyoozi

6 months ago

same anon here

if possible do you think you could possibly make a master list for these fics? 👀

if you already did one please link it!

or if you don’t want to that’s fine as well!!!

I plan on making one after I post all the fics! Since I am not really posting anything else other than these for the timebeing (save a few post of me screaming over jihoon prolly) you can always scroll and find the older fics nearby since it all goes in their age order

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wifeyoozi

6 months ago

OVERLOAD - deer hybrid!hjs

w.c : 2.1 k ┊ synopsis : the deer hybrid man who you met at bar filled you up .... really.┊ content warning : smut , one night stand , no protection , creampie , body fur

a/n : hehehehe part 3 is out of my 2k followers celebration

The bar was buzzing with life, but none of it compared to the man who sat across from you. Joshua, with his soft, ethereal features and kind, honey-colored eyes, seemed too perfect for this world. From the moment your eyes met, there was a magnetic pull between you, one that only intensified as the night wore on.

He had bought you a drink, and from there, the conversation flowed easily. His voice was calming, like a gentle melody. Despite his calm demeanor, there was something undeniably alluring about him. The more you talked, the more you realized that Joshua wasn’t just handsome—he was captivating in ways you couldn’t explain.

You were drawn to him, and when he leaned in, his hand grazing your thigh, a heat blossomed between your legs. The chemistry was undeniable, and when he finally asked, "Do you want to get out of here?" you didn’t hesitate.

The walk to his place was a blur, filled with stolen glances and smoldering anticipation. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Joshua was on you, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that took you by surprise. His hands roamed your body, fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath your clothes as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him. You melted into his touch, feeling the hard lines of his body against yours.

His kisses were slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. When he pulled away for just a moment, you could see something dark and lustful in his eyes. But there was something else—something hesitant.

"There’s something I need to tell you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You cocked your head, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Joshua’s gaze dropped to the floor for a second before he met your eyes again. "I’m not like most guys… I’m different."

"Different how?" you asked, intrigued rather than worried.

He took a deep breath, his pupils dilating slightly, and before you could react, you saw it—a flicker of something else. His calm, almost ethereal presence took on a more animalistic edge. His movements, while still graceful, had a rawness to them. Then, in the low light, you noticed something subtle but unmistakable—small patches of soft brown fur near the base of his neck, disappearing over his shoulders under his shirt, and a faint scent in the air that was musky, primal.

"I’m a deer hybrid," he confessed quietly.

You blinked, the pieces clicking into place—the gentleness, the quiet confidence, the way his eyes seemed to hold something deeper. "That’s… wow," you breathed, excitement bubbling in your chest. "That’s amazing."

Joshua let out a soft chuckle, relief washing over his features. "It comes with… certain differences. Especially when it comes to sex."

Your pulse quickened at his words. "Show me," you whispered, the anticipation thick between you.

In the bedroom, the air between you was heavy with desire. Joshua moved with the same grace and control, but now there was something more primal in the way his hands gripped your hips, how his eyes darkened with need. When your clothes were off, his eyes roamed your body with an intensity that made your skin prickle. You reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing a lean, muscular chest.

But what caught your breath was the line of soft, tawny fur that ran down his spine and shoulders, leaking from the sides of his waist, giving way to smooth skin again. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, and Joshua shivered at the contact, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you.

"You like that?" you asked, teasing.

He let out a low, almost growling sound. "You have no idea what you’re getting into."

His words sent a thrill through you, and as he guided you onto the bed, you couldn’t help but feel the heat between your legs growing more intense.

Joshua leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I’m going to fill you up," he murmured, his voice dark and thick with promise. "More than you can handle."

The way he said it made your entire body tingle with anticipation.

He kissed you deeply as his fingers slid between your legs, finding your wetness with ease. He groaned against your lips as he stroked you, his thumb brushing over your clit in a way that made you gasp. You could feel the intensity building inside you as his touch became more insistent, more urgent.

When he finally positioned himself between your legs, his cock was hard, thick, and pulsing with need. He guided himself to your cunt, and as he pushed inside you, you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you up inch by inch.

Joshua didn’t start slow. His thrusts were deep and controlled from the beginning, his hips snapping forward with a precision that left you breathless. He moved with a power that belied his calm exterior, each stroke hitting deep inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his breath hot against your neck as he pounded into you. "You feel so good wrapped around me."

You could only moan in response, your body arching beneath him as his cock slammed into you over and over again. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him as he drove himself deeper. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building inside you with every thrust.

Joshua’s stamina seemed endless. He never slowed, his pace steady and relentless as he fucked you harder and deeper. His deer-like qualities were on full display—his strength, his control, and the raw, primal energy he radiated. He was dominating you completely, his body moving with animalistic precision as he claimed you.

"You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you?" he growled in your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You’re gonna take every last drop of my cum."

You whimpered at his words, nodding as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. His pace quickened, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, swelling as he got closer to the edge. His hand slid between your legs, finding your clit again and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

"Cum for me," Joshua commanded, his voice rough and commanding. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

His words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking beneath him as you clenched around him, crying out his name. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deeper and harder, driving you into overstimulation as you rode out your climax.

"I’m gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained as he pounded into you. "I’m gonna fill you up, baby. You’re gonna be so full of me."

You barely had time to process his words before you felt him tense above you. With a final, deep thrust, Joshua came, groaning low in his throat as he released inside you. But it wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced before. His cum filled you, and kept filling you—thick, hot, and seemingly endless. You could feel it spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs as he continued to pump load after load into you.

"Fuck, Joshua," you gasped, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. "You’re—"

"I told you," he panted, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally stilled inside you. "I have more to give than you can handle."

You could feel him softening inside you, but the sheer amount of cum he had filled you with was overwhelming. You felt stuffed, your body unable to hold it all as it leaked from between your legs.

Joshua kissed you gently, his hand caressing your cheek. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice soft again, the primal edge fading.

You smiled, still catching your breath as you basked in the afterglow. "That was… incredible."

He chuckled, nuzzling your neck. "It’s a deer hybrid thing."

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, I definitely wasn’t expecting that."

As you lay there, with Joshua’s warmth wrapped around you and the lingering sensation of fullness inside you, you couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this mysterious man had in store for you.

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wifeyoozi

6 months ago

Fast Pace - bunny hybrid!yjh

w.c : 2.1 k ┊ synopsis : no one could prepare you for the wild thing your cute little fluffy bunny hybrid boyfriend turns into when he's horny┊ content warning : smut , established relationship, no mentions of protection use, eating out, physical animal characteristics like ears, tongue etc. really not many warnings.

a/n : finally part 2 of the hybrid series 😭😭😭 sorry to you guys my lazy ass couldn't whip out that fic faster

You'd always known Jeonghan to be a little quirky—adorable with his fluffy bunny ears, soft pink nose, and even softer personality. From the moment you met him, he was nothing but a ball of sweetness and affection, his hybrid traits only making him more irresistible. His floppy ears would perk up at the sound of your voice, and his doe-like eyes never failed to light up when you were around. His playful, almost teasing affection, endless cuddles, and nuzzles made him the perfect boyfriend—or so it seemed.

But there was a side to him you hadn't fully prepared for.

It wasn't that you didn’t know hybrids had their urges. After all, Jeonghan was a bunny hybrid, and his natural instincts leaned heavily toward affection, intimacy, and... well, procreation. What you hadn't expected was how intense it could be—how your sweet, innocent bunny could transform into something far more wild and primal when he was in the mood.

And tonight, it seemed, Jeonghan was in that mood.

The day had been ordinary enough. You and Jeonghan spent the afternoon together, lounging in the living room while he nestled himself against you, his head resting on your chest as you absentmindedly stroked his silky-soft ears. He was warm, comforting, and as usual, incredibly cuddly. Every so often, he'd nuzzle your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin, whispering sweet things that made your heart flutter.

But as the evening wore on, something shifted. The way his hands lingered a little too long on your hips, how his kisses became less innocent and more heated, hungry even. His little pecks on your neck turned into wet, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. The air between you thickened with tension.

"You're acting different tonight," you mused, noticing the way his hands gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh with a little more intent.

His reply was a low hum, his breath hot against your ear. "Am I?" he whispered, the tip of his tongue brushing against your earlobe. "I don't think I am. I'm just... really happy to be with you."

His lips trailed down your jawline, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. You could feel the wetness of his tongue as he tasted you, a soft sigh escaping his mouth when he reached the curve of your shoulder.

"Jeonghan..." You bit your lip, feeling a knot of heat coil low in your belly as his kisses grew more fervent. "Are you... in heat?"

He paused, his bunny ears twitching slightly as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. The playful glint in his gaze was undeniable.

"Maybe," he answered, his voice dropping an octave, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Or maybe I just want to taste you tonight."

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, one hand cupping your face while the other slid up under your shirt, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. His tongue slipped between your lips, exploring your mouth with an eagerness that made you moan softly into him.

Jeonghan's kisses were always sweet, but tonight, they felt different—there was an intensity to them, a hunger that left you breathless.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were slightly swollen, his eyes darkened with lust. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheek. "I can't stop thinking about you, touching you... tasting you."

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of his words wash over you. "Then why don't you?"

A shiver ran down your spine as his gaze locked onto yours, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, don't worry, love," he whispered, leaning in to nip at your lower lip with his sharp little teeth. "I plan on tasting you everywhere."

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself pinned to the bed, Jeonghan looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His usual soft and fluffy demeanour had been replaced by something darker, more primal, as he almost tore off your clothes with an almost desperate urgency. His hands roamed your body with greedy intent, his fingers lingering on the curves of your ass, the swell of your breasts, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

You gasped as his lips found their way to your neck, kissing and biting at the tender flesh with a roughness that left your skin tingling. His tongue flicked out to soothe the marks he'd made, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered filthy promises in your ear.

"I'm going to make you feel so good tonight," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're going to be begging for more by the time I'm done with you."

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation of what was to come making your skin prickle with excitement. Jeonghan's kisses grew more desperate as he trailed his mouth down your body, stopping to tease your nipples with his tongue and teeth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive peaks until you were writhing beneath him, your fingers tangled in his hair as you moaned his name.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he shifted lower, his breath ghosting over your stomach as he kissed his way down to the apex of your thighs.

"Jeonghan, please..." you whimpered, your hips bucking against his mouth as his hot breath fanned over your most sensitive area.

He let out a low chuckle, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you still as he teased you with the tip of his tongue, flicking it against your clit with feather-light touches that left you gasping for more. "So eager," he murmured, his velvety pink tongue darting out to taste you again, this time with more pressure, more intent.

The sensation of his tongue on you was nothing short of divine. He licked and sucked at your clit with an intensity that left you trembling, his hot, wet tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that made your toes curl. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, your body tightening with each flick of his tongue, each wet, needy sound he made as he devoured you like you were his last meal.

His fingers joined the fray, sliding into your wetness with ease, curling inside you as his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue was almost too much to bear, your body arching off the bed as you teetered on the edge of release.

"Jeonghan, I'm so close," you panted, your fingers tightening in his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body as he doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a rhythm that left you gasping for air.

And then, with one final flick of his tongue, you came undone, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave as you cried out his name, your body shaking with the intensity of your release.

But Jeonghan wasn't done yet.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so that you were on your knees, your face pressed into the pillows as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your ass, the tip already leaking as he rubbed it against your wet folds.

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.

You nodded, too breathless to speak, your body aching with the need to be filled, to feel him inside you.

Jeonghan didn't waste any time. With one quick thrust, he was inside you, filling you to the hilt as he let out a low groan of pleasure. You cried out, the sensation of him stretching you sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as he began to move, his hips snapping against yours with a relentless pace that left you gasping for air.

He fucked you hard and fast, his movements rough and desperate as he chased his own release, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you with each thrust. You could feel the pressure building again, another orgasm just within reach as he pounded into you, the intensity overwhelming your senses. Jeonghan’s grip on your hips tightened as he angled himself to hit even deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with need. “So tight... I can’t get enough of you.”

His words only fueled the fire burning within you, and you could feel yourself losing control, the coil in your belly tightening once again. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your desperate moans and the guttural noises Jeonghan made as he fucked you with abandon.

Your body trembled beneath him, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. You could feel the heat pooling low in your abdomen, your third orgasm just out of reach. Jeonghan seemed to sense it too, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into you with renewed vigor.

“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he growled, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “I can feel it. You’re so close...”

“Yes,” you gasped, your hands fisting the sheets as your body bucked beneath him. “Jeonghan, please—I’m so close.”

His hand snaked around your body, finding your swollen clit with expert precision. He rubbed tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. The combination of his rough thrusts and the stimulation on your clit was too much—your body convulsed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air.

Jeonghan groaned at the way your walls clenched around him, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. He thrust into you a few more times before he stilled, burying himself deep inside you as he came with a loud, guttural moan, his hot release spilling into you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of it all. Jeonghan’s head rested against your shoulder, his bunny ears twitching slightly as he pressed soft kisses to your neck.

When he finally pulled out of you, you collapsed onto the bed, your body exhausted and spent. Jeonghan flopped down beside you, pulling you into his arms as he nuzzled into your hair, his nose brushing against your neck.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, his voice soft and gentle again, a stark contrast to the rough, dominant tone he’d had just moments ago.

You nodded, snuggling into his warmth, your heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened. “Yeah,” you breathed, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “That was... incredible.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. I told you I’d make you feel good.”

You laughed, playfully swatting at his chest. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Jeonghan grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulled you closer. “What can I say? I’m just a little bunny in heat.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you nestled against him, feeling his warmth and affection surround you. For all his teasing and perverted nature, Jeonghan was still your sweet, cuddly bunny—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As you both drifted off to sleep, your body still humming with the afterglow of your passion, you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time Jeonghan’s bunny instincts would take over. And honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

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