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──★ BAD DOG !
★ pairing。choi beomgyu x fem!reader genre。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp warnings。minors do not interact! est. relationship , sub!beomgyu , pet play , furnature fucking , cumshot , breeding kink , oral (f. rec) , collar and leash , dirty talk , degredation and humiliation kink , praise kink , pet names , facials , squirting , creampie mentions , mommy kink , cum eating mention
★ synopsis。you can't help but please your puppy, even when he's being punished.
a/n ⸝⸝ rewritten work inspired by a thought written by @tigerhoshibby with her permission. i haven't written any sub!idol content in such a long while... excited to finally get back into the game. [ 1. 2k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]
beomgyu’s eyes brim with tears as he kneels on the floor between your legs, his shaking hands gripping tight onto your plush thighs. you looked down your nose at him, pouting and squirming beneath you as you lounged languidly on the couch, leather collar pulled tight around his neck and catching at his bobbing adam’s apple– another sharp tug of the leash wrapped in your hand makes him whine, unable to pull himself forward and meet you where he wants you the most. “dumb mutt can’t control his dick,” you spit with a sick grin, giggling at the way beomgyu’s breath hitches, “did you just cum from eating some pussy?”
pearly white strings of cum covered his belly and thighs, his cock flushed a deep shade of pink and still rutting mindlessly against the ruined couch cushion underneath him. your own arousal dripped from his lips and chin as beomgyu pants like a dog, slack jawed with his tongue out, those teary eyes blown wide and fixated on your wet pussy. he struggles against the pull of the leash, desperate to dive his head back in between your thighs, a pathetic whimper slipping from his swollen lips when his collar cuts off his breathing, choking him. you watch in sick delight as his cock twitches.
“now look at you getting hard again just from me being mean to you!” you jeer, “disgusting dog, fucking the furnature like some bitch in heat. i bet you want to cum again, don’t you?”
beomgyu’s desperate gaze snaps to yours and he nods his head vigorously, his hips bucking hard against the cushion. a thick bead of precum leaks from the tip of his cock.
“good boys use their words.”
“yes, yes, please–” he whines shakily, voice rough from disuse. “please, please can I cum?”
you pat his head tenderly, running your fingers through his long hair; he arches into your touch like he’s been starved of it, a pretty moan escaping from deep in his chest. a false sense of safety. “where do you want to cum, puppy?” you ask sweetly, the sudden switch in your tone sending beomgyu reeling.
“i-inside, please, wanna give you my pups,”
“dumb dog wants to breed like it’s instinct?” you glance at the creamy mess coating beomgyu’s tan skin, faking a sympathetic pout. “but you wasted all your cum, there’s not enough to fill me up…”
you both knew you were full of shit, beomgyu could cum over and over for hours– but in his current headspace he hung onto every word you spat at him, his cries growing louder and louder as your grip on his leash loosened. poor thing, already fucked stupid without even getting his dick wet; you finally drop your hold on him, letting him dive down and press his face against your cunt, his pleas for another release muffled by your swollen pussy lips.
you sigh in pleasure as beomgyu’s tongue works at your engorged clit, his big brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs. “i’ll let you cum, beomie.” you hiss, reaching for a fistful of his hair to tug. “if you follow my orders.”
“anything, i’ll do anything,” beomgyu begs against your pussy, lapping at your juices as if he was drinking ambrosia.
“i want you to keep humping that cushion like the dog you are. go ahead and ruin it some more, and maybe i’ll forgive you for being such a bad dog.” your voice was far too gentle for your vulgar words, venom disguised as sweet honey.
beomgyu shakes his head, his glassy tears threatening to overflow sending a sharp shock of arousal up your spine. “nuh uh, wanna cum in you–”
“sorry pup, I already told you there’s not enough.” you lie again. beomgyu presses himself further into your heat, crying out when his oversensitive cockhead brushes the rough fabric of the cushion.
“i don’t wanna, mommy, please!” he warbles.
“i said no, baby. either cum on the cushion or not at all.” you scratch at his scalp gently, causing him to shiver– he can’t escape the growing need to obey, such an obedient pet even when he’s being bad. slowly and uncoordinated, he rocks his hips back and forth against the cushion, thrusting his tongue into your fluttering hole to cover up his pathetic sobs. his cock throbs an angry red, velvety skin pulsing obscenely as he falls into an unsteady rhythm. every thrust against the cushion makes him cry more and more, so good yet so painful all at once. the friction burns on the underside of his shaft, his weepy fat tip, your poor pet unable to hide his masochistic pleasure as he hiccups pitifully, whines and begs to be touched while he eats your pussy so deliciously. his tears finally fall down his flushed cheeks, and the sight of him so debauched is almost difficult to look at with the way it makes your cunt throb around his tongue. “good boy,” you praise in a whisper, tugging at his hair, watching how he digs his nails deep into the cushion to keep himself from touching without permission. “such a good pup.”
his hips pick up speed, erratic and rough against the cushion, a telltale sign that he was close. he pulls his face out from between your thighs just enough to clearly and properly beg; “please, mommy, i’m gonna cum, don’t wanna cum, let me fuck you, let me cum inside, please–”
you had half the mind to give in to his wishes– you knew he wouldn’t last a few seconds once he was inside of you, his cock swallowed by your warm gummy walls, immediately shooting what was left of his hot cum deep into your pussy… but he was just so cute when you didn't give him what he wanted
“no, mutt. Be a good boy and make a mess on the couch. better make me cum too.”
“mommy, no–” he sobs, reduced down to nothing but a dog doing tricks to impress it’s owner; yet he revels in it, the humiliation of it, and it just brings him closer and closer to spilling his seed everywhere. his cute pink cockhead pokes out with every one of his thrusts forward, leaking a steady stream of precum that does barely anything to aid in the slide.
he doubles his efforts on your pussy, hot mouth sucking perfectly against your most sensitive spots as you rode his face, throwing your head back with a sharp cry when the ever-growing knot in your belly snaps and you squirt all over beomgyu’s crying face. your orgasm triggers his own, his moan just short of a scream as his tip starts spewing thick ropes of cum everywhere, across the cushion, the floor, and the front of the couch. some of it even lands on your legs, thighs shaking as you ride out your high on his button nose.
“bad dog!” you chastise gleefully once you’ve recovered enough to speak, beomgyu still shaking from the aftershocks as he nuzzles against your thigh. He glances up at you in confusion and surprise. “you made an even bigger mess than before. got your nasty cum everywhere… now lick it up.”
It's so adorable, you can never find enough of bumblebee seeker 💖
seeker bumblebee concept
conceptualizing a story about a school delinquent named Peachi-Keen who has to keep up a reputation as a Tough Guy while also trying to secretly grapple with the fact that he's a genius player at a game called "Cool Chess"
i um. okay. so. i started making a roman and remus high fashion mood board (sibling fashion models au or something) and. um. what if the moodboards are actually about two siblings coerced into a high publicity career by parents who only cared about money, only for them to turn their animosity towards their careers on each other and have a terrible falling out, only to independently have huge public breakdowns many years later that lead to their reconciliation in the aftermath because “actually it was our parents fault and they’re the ones we should blame” and roman ends up a little edgy and remus ends up a little more vanilla just because it goes against the roles they were forced into as children.
😶😶😶😶😶😶😶
anyway. brain said “here you go” and i don’t know what to do with this.
1.3 sellbot manager lineup + personal headcanons bye guys
Prove it - Hashirama
Kinktober Masterlist
Warnings: 18+, pegging (of course lol), hints of body worship, bdsm undertones
A/n: Day 1 complete! Got really fluffy toward the end but how can it not with daddy hashi ❤❤❤
Read on ao3.
The bouquet was huge. Tulips nestled with baby's breath mingled with sunflowers and roses the color of the sea at morning's light. Hashirama had uprooted an entire forest to offer these to you. Or, rather, he had grown an entire forest just to uproot it as a gift to you.
Still, you stared deadpanned at the array of flowers, leaned to the side to see Hashirama.
“You can’t be serious.”
Hashirama leaned to the side to shoot you a wide-toothed grin.
“I am!”
You threw your hands up and went back inside. “You can’t possibly think this will make up for all the dinners you’ve missed?”
This would, in fact, be the fifth he had missed in favor of a council meeting. When he had to meet with the other Kage, you let it go; you had to, of course; the shinobi world depended on such diplomacy.
“I don’t.” Hashirama’s tone had turned serious. “It’s just ― Tobirama. You know how he is if I miss anything, even something as serious as a dinner with loved ones comes second! This is only the start. Anything else ― you only have to ask.”
He settled the gigantic bouquet by the front door and followed you to the living room, where you sat, already, on the couch, arms crossed and staring straight ahead. He approached you, knelt by your side. Hashirama planted a reverent kiss to your knee, exposed by how your dress had ridden up your thigh.
“I am yours, (Y/n).”
He trailed kisses up your thigh. He took your arm in his hands, turned it over to expose your inner wrist, where he commenced to plant kisses against the train of your veins, up and up.
After a few seconds of obstinacy, you retrieved your hand to caress his face. “Prove it.”
Hashirama’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by the challenge. Both knees were on the ground now to allow him to kneel farther, until his lips kissed your feet.
“I mean what I say, (Y/n),” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
A devilish thought crossed the moon of your thoughts.
“You know what I want.”
Hashirama stiffened, realization dawning. “B―But, dear, we have guests tonight! The council and my brother are coming to ―”
“Aw.” You dipped your head to coo. “Then we should hurry.”
Hashirama shuddered against your evil.
You chuckled. “It’s up to you, Hashi. You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Hashirama gulped. He bowed his head. “Very well.”
Leader. Hokage. God of Shinobi, even. All the titles your husband had accrued for himself.
But all of them were null and void as he sat on his hands and knees, fully nude as you came to fix yourself behind him, the strap-on tight around your lower half.
You licked your lips, relishing the view before you; Hashirama bucked slightly as your hand roved over his ass cheek, swallowing as he hunched, ready to receive.
“Go easy,” Hashirama said. “Won’t you, (Y/n)?”
“Of course,” You purred, giving his ass a playful smack ― and at the lack of response, you wished you had done so harder. “Remember when I prepped you that one time?”
You took the shaft of your false cock, relieved you had found it so easily and so cheap, and trailed it along the crack of Hashirama’s perfect ass. Despite the state the world was in, somehow strap-ons and dildos were allocated to the necessity category.
You held Hashirama by his hip. He lowered his face in the sheets, long hair training the side of the bed.
“I ―” He swallowed. “I do.”
The twitch of his cock did not go unnoticed.
“I prepped you for hours, if I recall …” You directed the tip up and down the valley of his crack, “accidentally” getting the tip stuck against his puckered hole. “Just the tip, then a little more, in and out … in and out …”
Hashirama clenched the sheets. His torment salivated you, overran your mouth in excitement.
“Beg for me,” You said.
You could see him in your mind’s eye, clenching his teeth, cheeks pink, suppressing his pants ― and you hadn’t even done anything to him yet. The image went right to your clit.
“P ― Please …”
“Louder.” You tapped the tip against his asshole. “Let the whole of the shinobi hear Hashirama Senju beg to be fucked ―”
The sheets ripped in his hold.
“Please! Please, (Y/n)!”
You forced the dildo in, pulling Hashirama toward you.
He released a harsh groan as you sunk into him, until the hilt met his ass. You drew circles over his sun-kissed skin with your thumb as he shuddered under you.
“Tell me when ―”
“Now,” he ordered. “Please. I can take it.”
You smiled. “Thatta boy.”
You experimented with an initial thrust. Hashirama sighed as you found a rhythm, fucking slowly into him each time. You bit your lip to his soft sounds of praise, the “yes yes” and “so goods.” The gentle expletives under his breath. Not for the first time you wished you were strong enough to rock Hashirama’s steady form, but he showed his affinity to wood in even this respect, rooted on his hands and knees where he was.
You angled both hands to his hips to steer you forward and gave your first hard thrust ―
“Aargh!”
Hashirama reached forward for the headboard, taking a chunk out of it upon contact.
You slapped his ass, harder this time.
“Behave!” You ordered as he shivered at your touch.
“I’m sorry,” Hashirama said hastily, breathlessly. “I apologize, please, please, don’t ―”
“I don’t move for boys who don’t behave,” You said, determined to sit dormant inside him.
Hashirama whined, but accepted the punishment. Your fingers ghosted over the stalks of hair on his skin and you stared in delight as goosebumps raised them. You met a strand of his hair and twirled it around your finger.
Moments more, and you began to move again.
“Oh, thank you,” he breathed out, his praise more for the heavens more than you. “Oh ― aargh!”
Your hips slapped into him, skin spanking and reddening between the two of you as you fucked him. You wove a hand around to grasp at his cock ―
Hashirama jolted in surprise. He cried out as you stroked him.
You leaned to run your tongue against the small of his back, bucking harder into him.
“I love you like this,” You said as Hashirama whined at the feel of your warm breath on his skin.
Still, despite your composure, you were not immune to the way the strap-on brushed against your clit, soaped with your slick, the sensation heavenly.
You bit your lip against it as Hashirama bent a head down to bite down on the sheets.
SLAP
He drew in a sharp breath.
“No muffling,” You said, quickening your pace. “I want to hear you, my love.”
Hashirama bent his head forward, groaned as you palmed at his hefty erection. You thumbed his tip and he gave the loveliest, most defeated whisper-moan.
You gasped, your cunt clenching onto nothing. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
You stroked him faster as you rolled your hips, surprising the man underneath you with jolting thrusts.
“Aah!” Hashirama bucked into you, meeting one of your thrusts head on.
He twitched in your hand as you mustered the hardest thrusts you could, in search of your climax as much as his. You reached forward with another hand and bundled Hashirama’s hair in your fist for leverage, another throb of pleasure jolting your cunt as Hashirama cried out louder, masculine voice nearly set to an echo against the pristine walls.
“Cum for me, Lord Hokage,” You purred. “Cum on my cock.”
With a magnificent roar, Hashirama spilled into the sheets, staining them white. He ground against your hand, having since released his hair in favor of palming at his ass and muscled thighs. You hummed as you rocked and humped with wild abandon against the strap-on, fucking your clit raw as you fucked into Hashirama.
“Oh, gods!” Hashirama fell forward as you found your orgasm.
Clench, clench, clench. You gave Hashirama a few more parting strokes before pulling out. You disposed of the strap-on with struggling, trembling hands. Once removed, you joined Hashirama on the bed, closing and tightening your legs to enjoy the final thrums of your climax. The poor man had swirls for eyes for seconds more as he panted to recover his breath.
You kissed his shoulder, resuming your habit of drawing invisible patterns into his tawny skin, following the planes of his back.
He turned his head to face you, cracked the eye not planted into the sheets. He smiled at you.
“You’re a goddess,” he said. “You know that?”
You kissed the sharp cliff of his nose before returning his smile. “You could say it more.”
Never one to run out of stamina, Hashirama sat up, roping an arm around you to move you to the top of the bed. He laid you on pillows before kissing your lips, your chin, the line of your jaw, all the way to your ear.
“You’re not really angry with me, are you?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes halfheartedly. “I never was.”
“Wha ―?” Hashirama shot up to see your face, shock coloring his. “Then ―?”
You chuckled. “I just wanted to bait you into this, is all.”
Hashirama shook his head, though his smile was stubborn. “You are a vixen.”
“And you are a man who’s doing his best,” You said, caressing the side of his face. “I know that. If you had a choice, you’d spend more time with me.”
He chuckled and it was a laugh from a man much younger. “Especially after that.”
You cuddled into Hashirama’s side. “So, when do we have to be ready for guests?”
Calm. Wind chimes tinked nearby as Hashirama hummed.
His eyes flew open. They found the clock.
“... Five minutes.”
Her Dove
Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader
Summary: Sevika and her dove enjoy a Friday night at the Last Drop.
Word count: 324
Notes: This is my first ever fan fiction!
Stumbling into the Last Drop on a Friday night was a regular occurrence for you. The smell of smoke, liquor, and sweat invaded your senses as you pushed the doors open. If it was up to you, your body would be nowhere near this place. But here you are in search of your brawny girlfriend.
Peaking past the swarms of people, you saw her, your Sevika. Sitting at her usual card table with a cigar in hand. Slowly you made your way over to her. The crowd split open just as Moses did to the red sea. No one dared to touch you or cause any problems for you. Of course, this was due to Sevika’s threatening aura that you have grown to love.
“Dove, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you to waltz in for over an hour” Sevika mumbled while gripping your waist. She effectively pulled you onto her lap, your throne if you will. Wrapping an arm around her neck you inhaled her familiar scent of burning firewood and toasted marshmallows. Something you will never get tired of doing.
Turning your body to the side in her lap while watching her take a drag from her cigar. You sighed. “I’m on time, 8 o'clock on the dot. Remember baby? I’d never leave you waiting for long.” You hated when she smoked even though she looked captivating doing it.
Sevika hummed at your words, soaking them in like a symphony. She always loved listening to your voice. During late-night talks, anxiety-ridden rambles, or just brainstorming. Sevika adored everything about you.
Giving you a small kiss on your lips, she slowly pulled away causing you to chase her lips. Her soft swollen lips. Sevika chuckled at this, “Baby I promise there will be more of that later” giving you a wink that never failed to make you flustered. Blushing at her you quickly get up pulling her into the bathroom with you.
bro am frothing at the mouth
barpianist 🤝 basketballcaptain
being the best yoongi au's i've ever read
thank you @snackhobi and @jungshookz
"You're bruised."
"You like when I'm bruised."
Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the throat, pinned them to the wall and sneered in their face.
"I like when I've bruised you." They pressed a thumb into the dark ring around Whumpee's neck, unable to even relish the flinch and gasp from pain that they didn't have a hand in causing.
"Now tell me who."
// w. @zoewhumps
Reposting because I want you to see this 🫵( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
this is actually my first time drawing Mip I think I did pretty good actually hehehehe erm ^.^
can i request fuckboy jisung? i see so much soft,sweet,subby sung and i just wanna read him being an asshole, fuckboy, toxic, etc. GN!Reader if you can?
OOH, sweetie ofc you can <3 also i included vernon from svt in this bc i've been getting into them lately and i needed a not-from-skz character in this lol
fuckboy!jisung who first finds out about you at an afterparty from some award show. he initially sees you with a friend of yours - vernon - and immediately thinks that because of the way you're both hanging on each other and drinking together, you're probably dating. And if you're honest, you wish you were.
fuckboy!jisung who, when he finds out that you AREN'T vernon's partner because of someone else in Seventeen telling him, is ecstatic. that means he can get his dick wet tonight. <3
fuckboy!jisung who lures you away to a more private corner of the venue down by the bathrooms so he can suck marks all over your throat and listen to your drunken giggles as you sink to your knees in front of him. you'll suck his cock and he'll fuck your throat, then send you on your merry way back to vernon.
fuckboy!jisung who doesn't think about you for nearly a month until he sees you at another award show afterparty.
fuckboy!jisung who goes all the way this time because he knows your mouth is worth it and invites you back to the 3racha dorm for proper sex. proper as in - a one night stand that he'll send you home immediately after.
fuckboy!jisung who fucks you so hard that you can barely stand when it's over. he'll have you facing him at first, but then he gets lost in your eyes and how pretty you look with your mouth open to let out all those desperate sounds, so he'll flip you over and pull your ass up while letting you choke and gasp in the sheets.
fuckboy!jisung who knows how to use his dick. knows what spots to hit, where to grind into, how to prod against your walls in all the right ways.
fuckboy!jisung who isn't some subby baby. he's going to lean down over your back while you wail in his bed and whisper the filthiest things in your ear. he'll pinch and tug at your nipples, mean and rough and aggressive with it, maybe even slap at your chest a little because he likes the way you cry out at the feeling.
fuckboy!jisung who leaves the backs of your thighs lightly bruised because of how hard he was smacking into them while hitting it from behind.
fuckboy!jisung who lets you stay the night.
fuckboy!jisung who wakes up to you beside him and once again just takes what he wants. he'll wake you up with a soft touch over your slit, slipping into your pussy with ease from the night before and chuckling when you stir and squirm because of it.
fuckboy!jisung who doesn't even spare you a glance as you leave the apartment, pussy dripping with his cum down the inside of your thighs under your skirt.
but fuckboy!jisung who wonders if he'll see you at the next afterparty. no - not wondering. he hopes he'll see you again.
WAITING, WATCHING !
CHARACTERS ! stalker!han jisung, reader
GENRE ! thriller. smut. minors dni WORDS ! nearly 2k
SYNOPSIS ! jisung is obsessed with you. you’re his angel. all his. only his.
THIS FIC CONTAINS ! stalking. obsessive behavior. voyeurism/window peeking. breaking and entering. picture taking. panty sniffing + panty thievery. fem. masturbation.
💌 i’m on season 7 of my criminal minds binge. needed this out of my head; not sure i like it, but i wanted to share it.
For the first time in months, you have the house to yourself. Jisung knows that for sure. In fact, this morning at 5:32 AM, he spotted your roommate exiting the front door of your home. A backpack slung around her shoulders and a large suitcase parked beside her as she locked the front door. Her ride, a black SUV, pulls up and the driver hops out to place her bags in the trunk. By 5:35 AM, your roommate has driven off to her destination, and Jisung continues his surveillance of your home.
What is meant to be his living room lies a single chair displayed in front of the large window that faces the front of your home. On the occasion of movement, J might bring his binoculars to his eyes and gulp, aching to see more of you. He sits there for hours at a time, hyperfocusing, waiting for signs of you.
Jisung has been watching you long enough to know your daily routine. He’s watched you from directly outside of your bedroom window. He knows the time you wake up; that it takes you approximately fifteen minutes to fully awaken from your precious slumber. He knows that after you awaken, you move directly to the bathroom for a good five to seven minutes or an hour depending on the day. And once you exit, you make your way to the kitchen—but your breakfast choices vary on the day. Sometimes you treat yourself with a big, balanced breakfast. Other days, especially if you’re in a rush due to sleeping in late, you have fruit, cereal, or you skip the meal altogether.
By 6:23 AM this morning, Jisung makes his way over to your home. A short stroll, as he’s not worried about being seen. Jisung follows his normal path to the left of your home, making his way to the far back to peer into your bedroom window. You’re stirring in your sleep. Probably plagued by a vivid dream, Jisung thinks. The hour flies by, and he remains unfazed, eyes fixed on your sleeping form.
Jisung remains in his same position for the next two hours; his watch reads fifteen til nine. You’re sleeping in today, unwilling to release yourself from the clutches of your bed. A brief moment goes by where you lift your head to check your phone; tossing it aside to snuggle into your comforter. For a second, Jisung imagines that you see him staring at you through your window. He feels as though he knows you enough to gauge your reaction—craves to watch your eyes widen in terror, mouth agape, all color drained from your face the moment you notice him. Then you would run. That’s no use, though, Jisung knows the layout of your home as if it were his. There aren’t many places you can hide.
You wake up slowly. Unable to fully shake the sleep from your eyes, you stare up towards the ceiling. Another day you’ve woken up feeling sick, uneasy even. It’s a struggle to get out of bed, the room is hot, and despite being tangled into your comforter, you feel sticky. Jisung watches as you slowly peel yourself from your bed, walking out of the door.
You’re going into your bathroom, Jisung knows that. Judging by the expression on your face, he assumes you’re going to take a moderately long shower. You’ll probably be spending most of the time thinking, Jisung assumes. And from the shower, you return to your room to get dressed. Initially, Jisung would leave whenever you’re naked—he wanted to give you privacy. Yet things change, progressing over time, and Jisung has been interested in every single aspect of you for a long time.
He watches as you slip the towel off, walking around your room; from your closet to your dresser and back, trying to find a suitable outfit for the day. You pick out an outfit, aligning the shirt up against the pair of pants you’ve picked. Jisung shakes his head. Soon after, as do you. He knows you. Judging by your progress this morning, it’s likely you’ll pick an all black ensemble. He’s right, of course, after an additional eight minutes you choose a black t-shirt and leggings.
You check the time on your phone. Late as usual, Jisung thinks, he can’t help but laugh at how common it is for you to be running late. Even when things are within your control, somehow even when you’re on time, you’re late. Jisung watches how you nearly trip over yourself in effort to collect all your things and rush out of the door.
You return home later than usual, around 5:34 PM. Jisung has long since returned to his home, following his off-hour routine in preparation of your return. While his day has been mediocre at best, stressful must be the word that describes your day. You’re holding your bag in your hand, unusual as it’s typically strung over your shoulder. You seem tense, shoulders slightly raised, fidgeting with your keys for a few seconds too long.
Jisung sets his coffee mug down beside him. He stretches, throwing his sweatshirt over his head. Without another thought, Jisung is heading to his front door, one foot in front of the other. He stops in his tracks, making sure to grab something important. Like this morning, Jisung is back with a sly stroll to your home. He’s got tunnel vision, making no effort to see if any neighbors are around; Jisung finds that, if you don’t notice them, often, they don’t notice you. He slips into your backyard undetected.
You’re exactly where Jisung figured you would be. In your room, displayed across your bed as if only for him. Jisung exhales, a weight lifts off his shoulders when he sees you. You’re laying on your back, almost swallowed into the mess of sheets you didn’t smooth out this morning. Your shirt is thrown across the room, and the contents of the bag you were holding are spilling out on the floor. Not to mention, the creme dela creme, your pants are bunched around your ankles—you gave up at the last moment, fiending to scratch that itch.
Jisung licks his lips. What a beauty on display for his special viewing. He can’t see too much, only the side of you, but it’s just enough for him. Jisung watches as your breasts move with every movement you make, it’s only slightly, but he notices it. He believes he can see the seconds in which your nipples grow harder, only imagining how they would feel on his tongue.
You work between your legs, head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers guided in fast circles over your clit. Oh, how much easier this would be if you had a toy to play with. Jisung thinks something similar: it would be so much easier if he were in the room with you. To touch you, kiss you. To hold you through the night and promise you that everything is going to be alright as long as he’s by your side. But it’s all too early for that. You’re not ready yet.
Click! Jisung captures the moment. Picture after picture, varying in stages of ecstasy. With each picture, you get closer and closer to your orgasm. Your free hand glides upward to tug at your nipple, fingers slipping into your cunt, palm of your hand grinding against your clit. It takes a moment, but the build up is all too electrifying. Your orgasm hits you in waves, rippling across your body with heat, body shaking, fingers refusing removal from your clit. You cum with a loud moan, and Jisung wishes he could hear it. Click!
Jisung’s breathing is just as heavy as yours. He’s squeezing at the bulge in his pants, though it doesn’t stop him from leaking into them. He’s caught in a fantasy—you’re riding him from behind, eyes trained on your ass. You’re moaning his name, cunt slurping, sucking in his cock. You’re doing all the work, Jisung is just taking everything in. How smooth and soft your skin is, how you react to the sharp sting of his palm coming down against your skin. When Jisung re-enters reality, he finds that you’ve fallen asleep. He waits a few minutes to make sure, watching how your breathing evens out. Now is his time to act.
It’s 6:35 now. Jisung walks around the house, scouting until he reaches your roommates window. He pops it open with no trouble, lifting himself up into the room. He barely takes a second look at things in the room, your roommate is of no concern to him. Jisung takes slow, careful steps. This isn’t the first time he’s been inside of your home; it is, however, the first time you’ve both been under the same roof.
He steps out of your roommates room and carefully steps across the hardwood floors towards your door. He opens the door slowly, stepping in, one foot after the other. He’s practiced this, over and over, while you and your roommate are at work or elsewhere. How he’d sneak into your room while you’re sleeping to watch over you.
You are absolutely perfect. Your chest rises slowly as you inhale, exhaling just as calmly. You kicked off your pants and underwear; and Jisung steps up to receive his trophy, picking your panties off of the floor. Red cotton panties. Without hesitation, he brings the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes roll back into his head, he’s feeling lightweight; unstoppable. There’s something in your scent that drives him mad. He snatches the item away, trying to stay level headed.
Jisung turns towards you. He wants to touch you, he craves it—but it can’t be like this. He tucks the panties into his pocket and takes out his camera. He captures pictures of your delicate body, so unaware of his presence. He wonders, would you wake if he touched you? He can’t. He won’t. Jisung chooses only to admire. Pointing the camera to your face, he snaps another picture. You rest so angelically, you must’ve really needed it, he thinks.
“Angel.” He whispers to himself. His voice is brittle, he hasn’t spoken in days.
He takes his final few pictures. Jisung hovers his hand just a few centimeters above your face, as if to gently caress you. He makes his way out of the door, looking back towards you before he closes the door behind him. “See you when you wake, angel.”
Jisung makes his way back into the darkness he calls his home shortly after. Taking no rest, he plops down into his chair, reaching down to seat his laptop on his lap. His hands move fast, with no hesitation, hooking his camera up to his laptop for a better look at the images he’s captured. He works robotically. Reanalyzing each picture he’s taken tonight. He still remembers your scent: cocoa butter and the stained cum left between your legs.
His hands dip into his pocket, bringing the red fabric to his nose. He inhales your scent until he’s lightheaded, staring at all of your pictures until they’re burned into his retinas. Jisung is breathless. He thinks he’s going to lose his mind. He can’t tolerate not being close to you. He has to have you, he needs to hold you.
He gathers all of today's photos and places them into a folder titled Skin. At that moment, he made up his mind. He can’t go on like this, not being able to have you in his possession. He’s taken his time up until now, moving slowly, progressing with his plan. Jisung desires to have you for safekeeping. His lover. His property. His angel. Only his.
It’s time to move onto the next phase of his plan. Luckily for Jisung, the lights in your house just turned on.
© PLANETDREAM 2024
I like stories where a normal human child is being raised by a sinister supernatural being who is totally malevolent except when it comes to their kid. Those are so much better than the “kids are scary” changeling type horror movies.
I KNOW! Stitch is sooo cute omg!
CAN WE JUST CHAT FOR A MOMENT ABOUT THIS EVENT?? More specifically the iconic trio that is Floyd, Lilia and stitch????
STITCH EVENT! STITCH EVENT!
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butchified wolverine…
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