You Feel Like Home To Me, Osamu Dazai Murmurs Against Your Skin, Pressing Gentle Kisses Along Your Jaw.

“you feel like home to me,” osamu dazai murmurs against your skin, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw.

“home?” you question, sighing in content at his displays of affection. after all, it was just you two in the kitchen, you were busy with preparing dinner for tonight, when he came in and wrapped his arms around your figure, unrelenting and unwilling to let you go.

“home,” he confirms, pressing yet another kiss at the corner of your lips. “you feel like home to me, my beloved belladonna. no one else has made me feel this way before.”

you laugh, cupping his face and cradling it ever so softly, “is that right, ‘samu? is it because i make dinner for us, or is it because i prevent your co-worker from reprimanding you too much?”

dazai lets out a small chuckle, his amusement and fondness for you shining in his eyes as he looks at you with so, so much love.

“neither, because those aren’t the reasons why you feel like home, bella. you simply are, just by existing, just by being mine. don’t you feel the same? does your heart not yearn for mine, does your side not feel empty if we are separated, even just for a little while? do you not feel those, my love?”

“of course i do,” you whispered, smiling. “you know i do. you know it better than anyone, ‘samu.”

his arms wrapped around your figure tighter, and he chooses to bury his head in your hair, breathing in your scent, and focusing only on that. nothing else matters, just you in his arms, safe and sound. he makes sure to breathe in your scent for a good while before facing you again.

“then,” he whispered, eyes glancing down to your lips once more, the allure and the temptation almost making him give in and kiss you right then and there, “then… you know what i said is true. you feel like home to me. the rest of the world is black and white, but we’re in screaming color.”

you sigh once more at his words, but plant a gentle kiss on his lips, and he hurriedly returns the gesture of affection passionately. you fit in his hold like a puzzle piece waiting to be set in place, and god, he just knows he loves you so much, he’d do anything to keep you with him.

it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you; everything that he does is all for you. and he wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.

“i need you,” he said, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, “i need you. i need you, i breathe you.”

“i’ll never leave you,” you promise, kissing his cheek. “i will never, ever leave you.”

he smiled. just you and him, that’s his whole world.

he leans down to kiss you on the lips once more.

a/n: this is inspired and dedicated to @puds-umbrella , my beloved sister and fellow bsd simp

𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒! Sae Itoshi

you're his guilty pleasure, his wildest fantasies and dirty secret.

♱ content/warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, unprotected sex, implied m masturbation, sae being a simp for you

♱ a/n: I initially wrote for the other boys too but I got impatient so I'm posting this first 😋

♱ tags: @blueparadis @tokyometronetwork

♱ wc: 0.7k

When he overheard from the guests that his favorite model was watching the match, Sae got distracted from his deep train of pre-game thoughts. His teammates were silenced in a heartbeat when Sae hastily got up from the bench and out of the locker room, visibly in a sense of urgency.

“Find [ Y / N ] [ L / N ]. And give her the best field side seat. I don’t care if they’re filled, find a way.” He instructed the men lined before him.

So when you were told that “Sae Itoshi got you a VIP seat.”, it was something you cannot decline. You came to support his team, but it was to your surprise that Sae even knew about your existence.

The game went smoothly and his team won by a landslide of goals. While you were shown on the big screen in between breaks and the hosts commenting on your presence, your favorite part of the game was sharing an eye contact or two with Sae. So once the game was over, you pulled every string you could to get a hold of the man. You just had to meet him.

“Miss [ Y / N ] [ L / N ] requests to meet you at the country club.” Although it would’ve been more convenient if his security didn’t blurt it out in the team’s locker room, Sae felt proud that he practically got asked out by one of today’s hottest models in front of the other guys.

“Damn, I guess you’re ditching our celebration for your reward?” Sendo banters. “Yeah, screw you, guys.” Sae flatly spoke before changing into casual clothing. “What happened to ‘I want nothing but to be the world’s best’?!”

Sae couldn’t believe it— he’s exactly the man he once mocked. Walking blocks in risk of being seen by fans and media, all to meet you. So as soon as he sees you by the bar counter, he makes his presence known with a gentle tap on your shoulder. You made sure to thank him for giving you a vip seat before buying drinks for each other. The place was cozy enough to keep you conversing, like the usual ‘getting to know’ lines. But this time, it was actually interesting to have a date with someone who was famous in a whole other industry.

However, the night fell darker, and more and more people started to recognize the two of you. So in a leap of faith, you invited Sae into a more private domicile.

“Nghmmh! Sae~ s’too big…” You could tell that your risk paid off when Sae practically had you fold in half on the bed; your legs lifted to his shoulders and his fat cock buried in full penetration inside you. “You deserve it, angel…” Sae weakly smiled in an airy breath, hindering himself from cumming too soon.

He’d thought about this very moment on several occasions, especially right from the first time he saw your voluptuous frame and beautiful face on the cover of Vogue. Sae was too overwhelmed with wild and filthy thoughts when he’s practically living a lot of men’s wildest fantasies. “Pretty princess~” Sae spoke in between kisses on the surface of your cleavage. “Just as perfect as I imagined~”

Your grip on his biceps tightened when Sae’s fingers started tracing over your curves. “D-don’t stop, please, Sae…” You suggestively bit your lip before taking his hand up to your lips and sucking on his thumb whilst keeping hot eye contact. Sae almost came from the gesture, but instead, you felt him rut his hips harshly into yours, your toes curling in an instant as his tip kissed your cervix

Sae had you moaning his name again and again, just as much as you made him moan and jerk to your magazine bikini photos.

Sae was strong and skillful in his movements. He left no inch of you unattended. Not when he had one hand grabbing your breast like his personal stress ball, his thumb circling your clit in eight figures, and his lips practically making out with your thigh all while pushing his length to the deepest ends of your tight cunt.

Sae Itoshi had just officially made himself the best hookup of your life.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — suggestive, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, pda, isagi just feeling you up in public, possession, manipulation (? kinda), fem!reader - i just wanted to write some cocky isagi again :(

idk i just… isagi likes that you adore him, he likes to show that off. you’re his precious little thing, you belong to him — and he loves that you think the world of him.

he knows what it’s like to win. to devour an opponent whole and crush their soul until it’s nothing but dust. but nothing could compare to the feeling of winning you over, having you pick him above everyone else. he can’t help but want to boast the fact to the world.

isagi knows how his teammates look at you, with wondering and jealous eyes when you bound up to him on the pitch and smack a wet kiss on his cheek. you’re so tiny when you press yourself up against him (he’s shot up since the start of the blue lock project), hands on his chest while you sing your praises to your boyfriend. ‘’m so proud of you ichi!’ followed by ‘you were so good out there!’

isagi knows that everyone’s watching when he grabs handfuls of your ass right then and there — leaning down to your height to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “can you say that again for me, precious?” he coos as your words lick at his ego, an air of cockiness blazing through him.

“yoichi…” you murmur hesitantly, your eyes shimmering with nervousness. “your friends are watching.”

isagi notes the daggers rin glares at your back, the way kunigami cracks his knuckles and kaiser rolls his shoulders. they should be jealous. of isagi and of you.

“c’mon baby, just one time. you know what i like to hear.”

he’s teething on your lower lip, pulling you flush against him because isagi likes dangling his precious gem in front of his friends like a carrot in front of a horse. letting them know that he’s on a whole other level to them. above them. where only the best can get the unattainable. only the best can get you.

“please baby, tell me one more time?” he goads you with innocent ocean eyes — slightly hazy from the thought of your praise.

“you’re the best yoichi, no one is better than you.” you stutter out, lips pushed into a sweet pout that just makes him want to devour you until there’s not a trace of you left.

someone curses not too far off from your side, either pissed off at how much you praise blue lock’s star player or how lucky he is to have a loyal little thing like you — one that clings onto yoichi’s every word like it’s the truth. he notices you wavering, flipping between shrinking away from your boyfriend to avoid riling up his teammates and asking for a kiss.

so cute, so loyal. like a puppy dog. “c’mere precious,” isagi’s voice dips an octave, his tone sultry with a tune taken straight out of the pied piper’s book. you let him man handle you closer, squish your cheeks between a finger and his thumb before he tilts your gaze up to meet his. “keep looking at me, only me, okay precious?” it’s more like a command than a question but your head nods along of its own accord. “i’m the only one you cheer for, got it?”

“you’re the only one i want to cheer for. you’re the only one i want to win, ‘ichi!” you squeak, saliva pooling on your tongue as he entices you with a kiss.

you sing his praises and they go straight to isagi’s head, inflating his ego much to the dismay of the other blue lock boys. “such a good girl, all for me, yeah?” he breaths, sealing the deal by pressing his lips to yours — tongue prodding at them so you open up, let him have his heated way with you.

and as expected, you trip over your own feet to have more of isagi, desperate to taste him before practice resumes. the others scoff and roll their eyes… jealous because isagi is the centre of your world, your everything and the very idea of that makes him a monster on the field.

Thinking about lazy make out sessions with best friend!lix :(( like your feelings are completely platonic towards one another but sometimes he just wants to kiss :( you’ll be cuddled up in bed watching a movie or just talking and he’ll just press small pecks to your lips at first before they become deeper and the two of you end up making out. There’s nothing rushed about it. His kisses are soft and sweet. He’ll cup your face or run his fingers through your hair. Sometimes he’ll giggle against your lips and then once you’re done he’ll lay his head on your chest or rest your head on his. BYE IM OFF TO CRY

“Where are you going, Babydoll?” (Pt. 2) 🔪

Yandere!Felix x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) (Pt 2)

Warnings: 18+, yandere, mention of trauma, light blood, manipulation

Carrying around a stuffed animal wasn’t that odd to people that knew you. You’ve dealt with trauma growing up and this caused to have some regressive tendencies as a coping mechanism. Of course this made you susceptible to other forms of pain and manipulation.

At first Felix thought it was odd and a bit annoying. He hated how attached you were to it and felt like you loved it more than him. But he soon realized how it could be used to his advantage.

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Felix knew your friend was coming soon and could easily get you to leave with her. He thought about it as you slept on the couch next to him.

He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down as he cuddled up next to you.

“Lixie?” You woke up, watching as he stroked your hair.

“Yes doll?”

“What time is it…?” You sat up and looked around, figuring he must’ve carried you to bed.

“Babydoll… do you love me?” Felix asked, ignoring your question.

“Well… yeah…”

“I take care of you right?” He asked while squeezing your hand a little and you nod.

“What would you if I left you?”

That question made your heart skip a beat. Why would he ask you that?

“Lixie…? Why would you— ?”

“What if I said I don’t love you.” He interrupted.

“Lixie stop!” You cried out.

“… if I abandoned you?” He was holding back a smile, knowing full well that he was hitting the right nerves.

“Don’t…” you shook your head as he pulled away. You reached for him and as you did so there was loud banging at the door.

Felix got up to answer it and you grabbed your plush before following him, clinging onto his arm once he opened the door.

“Y/n!”

It was your best friend! What is she doing here?

“Ningning?” You asked, still clinging onto your boyfriend.

“Y/n, we have to go!” Ningning said, trying to grab your arm.

“W-what? Why are you here?”

“She doesn’t want to go with you…” Felix said with a teasing smile. “You can go now.”

“Y/n! He’s not good for you!” Your friend yelled.

“But… but he takes care of me…”

“He’s manipulating you!” Ningning says, forcefully pulling you off Felix.

“Baby, I would never! I love you!” Your boyfriend said, holding out his hand.

Ningning kept you from reaching for him and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Baby, I’m all you have. No one will love you like I do!” Felix sighed. “Your so called friend is trying to tear us apart! Who’s going to take care of you?”

“You’re an awful boyfriend, Felix!” Your friend said while backing up with you.

“Y/n!” Felix yelled out sounding more frustrated. “Come here right now!”

Ningning firmly held onto your arm as you did want to go to him.

“Y/n! You’re not leaving!” Felix yelled now coming towards you both.

He grabs your plush and throws it across the room before punching your friend, knocking her to the floor.

He stalked up to her, crouching over to grab her. You went to get the plush but stopped when seeing him punch your friend. You were in panic and need your plush but seeing Felix grab your friend angered you.

“Don’t touch her!” You yelled and suddenly pushed him over.

Felix was shocked. You never show confidence or aggressive like that. You helped your friend to her feet and looked back at him as he got up, obviously pissed.

“You ungrateful brat!”

Tears were streaming down your face and you flinched as he came towards you, raising his hand to slap you.

You didn’t even realize ningning wasn’t behind you until you saw her sneaking behind your boyfriend. She then knocked him out with a metal fire poker.

“Oh god! Wh-w-what-?!” You panicked, watching as some blood came from his head. He was still conscious, but barely.

Ningning raised the rod again, as if to finish him off, but you stopped her.

“No stop!” You cried out, your body shaking.

Your friend stopped and looked at you, realizing how much you were shaking. She definitely didn’t want to be another trauma in your life so she put the rod down.

She stepped over Felix and hugged you before giving you back your plush. How long had she had that?

“Let’s go.” She sighed. Before you could leave, you felt something grab your ankle. Looking down you saw that it was Felix.

“Y/n…”

You didn’t say anything and simply shook him off.

“Where are you going… babydoll?” He groaned, trying to prop himself up. “Don’t leave me…”

“Ignore him.” Ningning said, tugging your arm.

“Babydoll, I need you! Don’t leave me!” He cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I love you! Don’t leave me!!”

“I don’t… I don’t love you anymore…” you said, looking down at your feet.

“No! No! No! Y/n! My baby!” Felix said in a panic, trying to get up. “I need my baby!”

You left with your friend, getting in her car and wiping your tears.

“I know that was hard…”

You didn’t respond, only looking down as she started driving away.

“You still love him, huh?” She asked with a sigh.

You nodded, holding your plush tightly.

“It’s okay.” She said while rubbing your shoulder.

“Ning…? Who will take care of me now?”

Your friend sighed, feeling awful for everything that happened. She hated that you didn’t have any real family to go to.

“I’ll help you.” She replied, looking at you for a moment before looking back at the road. “You’re my best friend, like a sister. I’m always here for you.”

You gave a small smile, still not looking up.

“I’m not letting any man mistreat you every again.” She said, pulling up to her apartment parking lot. “You deserve better.”

just like you

pairing: ex!hyunjin x reader

genre: smut, angst, one-shot

wc: 3.7k

synopsis: you’re trying to move on from your toxic ex boyfriend when you run into him at the club—only to find out that he has a brand new girlfriend that looks just like you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessiveness, degrading language, cursing, jealousy, unprotected sex, oral sex, dom!hyunjin, idk it’s just messy and toxic lol

The lights are dim, a sultry red, the air is thick with lust. Intertwining figures and colliding bodies crowd your vision as you sip on your third drink of the night, the spirit inside the glass doing nothing to enhance yours.

You’re bored.

It’s Friday and you came to the club looking to get a little drunk and have a little fun. You deserve some after all, especially after Hyunjin. You swore to him that you’d be happier without him when you ended things. Maybe it was a lie at first, but you are determined to make it your reality. And for the most part, it was.

You are free to do as you please, free from the arguments, free from his jealousy. No longer suffocating from the tight grip that the relationship had around your throat. Now you can breathe.

A lot of guys gave you their attention, many much sweeter than him. You enjoyed their affections and frequently indulged in their tender care, but you quickly turned disinterested. Truthfully, you didn’t want sweet, you want fun.

You’re bored.

Staring out onto the dance floor as some sleazy guy chatted you up by the bar, you gaze aimlessly, trying to find anything that could distract from the buzzing in your ear. Some are dancing, some are kissing, touching, some are even crying. The venue is packed to the brim. It’s almost impossible to differentiate the faces that flood the room, but his was unmistakable.

You spot Hyunjin in the middle of the crowd. His hair is messy, eyes hooded, lips quirked, as cocky as ever. Beads of sweat adorn his skin, glistening under the lights. He’s dancing with a girl.

A girl that looks just like you.

It was as if he exchanged you for clone. As if he sought out your doppelgänger, a carbon copy to replace you. She was the same height, had the same hair, wore the same clothes. Everything was just like you.

But she wasn’t you, and Hyunjin knew this.

Yet, she was close enough and doted on him greatly. Showering him with love and affection—something you never did.

Granted, she wasn’t as sharp witted and not nearly as fun. She doesn’t really understand his humor nor his aspirations. But when the lights are dim while they’re having sex…it almost looks like it’s you he’s fucking.

It’s fucked up, Hyunjin knows this. But you decided cut him out of your life, so he had no other choice. This was the next best option. He resorted to going through the motions, doing what feels good in the moment, not really thinking about the implications or consequences.

Hyunjin was never the type to plan things out anyways, always acting on impulse. It was one of the main reasons you broke up. He couldn’t be the dependable, poised boyfriend you wanted him to be. He was unpredictable, and so, so jealous.

His jealousy stemmed from his uncontrollable passion for you—love, as he called it. He loved you so much that he couldn’t stand letting other men be around you. He wanted to be the only man you needed. His twisted possessive tendencies frequently caused him to lash out—but it was all out of love.

Emotions constantly ran high between you two. One day he would praise you like a queen, and the next argue with you like you’re his worst enemy. Both scenarios always led to passionate sex at the end of the night. The kind of lovemaking that kept you tied to each other. The kind that drowned you in so much intensity that you couldn’t tell if it was love or hate. The kind that drove you mad while keeping you sane.

It was a toxic cycle. You knew it was unhealthy and that’s why you left. It was for the best that you both find different people, but clearly, Hyunjin refused to change his ways.

Seeing him with his copycat girlfriend made you scoff. Stubbornness was a trait you both shared, but seeing his pitiful attempt to move on from your relationship made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. At least you weren’t miserable enough to find his look-alike to string along and act as a substitute Hyunjin. No, you can do so much better.

You turn around to order another drink, less than amused by what you’ve seen and craving some form of entertainment. A few minutes pass and you’re just about finished with your glass, still barely buzzed, when your attention diverts to a hand on your shoulder.

“Babe, don’t disappear like that again. I just spent the last ten minutes looking for y—“

Hyunjin freezes when he realizes who he has mistaken for his girlfriend.

Looks like the entertainment found you tonight.

“Still a possessive asshole, aren’t you?” You lean against the bar, a smirk on your face. “And you really chose a girl who looks so much like me that you can’t tell the difference? Pathetic.”

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, but his eyes glare at you with annoyance. “You’re truly conceited if you think I’m trying to find you in the girls I date.”

It’s impossible for Hyunjin to find another who fulfills all of what you are to him. But he’d never admit that to you.

“And you’re truly delusional if you don’t think that girl is basically my twin.” You scoff, his smug attitude hitting your nerves and pissing you off in a special way that only he can.

“You wish you were her twin. She’s hotter than you, more caring,” He clicks his tongue. “And gives better head.”

You knew his last comment was a boldfaced lie. Hyunjin was a slave to your blowjobs and never failed to express how much he loved fucking your mouth, how it was the best head he’s ever gotten. It’s one of the things that made you swell with pride—to see him writhe with endless pleasure as you took him in, licked him sloppily and sucked him clean.

Hyunjin purposefully said it to get under your skin. You knew it too. So you make your move to get under his.

“Is that so?” You murmur, closing the distance. “Does she know how you like it?”

Hyunjin stiffens when you approach him. You’re inches from his chest, head tilted back, looking at him inquisitively as he gazes back with clouded eyes, cryptic emotion brewing behind his pupils.

“Does she know how much you enjoy getting your dick deep-throated? How you love it when I kiss the tip before taking you all in?”

You pause, leaving your mouth parted to give him a view of what he’s missing. Hyunjin gulps as he stares at your plush lips, your wet tongue sitting so nicely in your mouth.

“How much it turns you on to see my eyes roll back and watch the saliva drip down my neck? How good it feels when it hits the back of my throat and how I never stop sucking you off until every last drop of your cum is drained?”

You place a hand on his shoulder, lightly brushing against his skin as you slide it down his chest, lingering on his stomach right above his waistline. Hyunjin shudders at the contact, jaw clenched as he strains to keep his composure. Everything you said is exactly what he’s been trying to forget, yet desires so badly.

“I bet she doesn’t fuck you like I do. Messily, desperately, insatiable, like a pornstar.” You hum in his ear. “I always ride you so well, don’t I?”

Hyunjin’s lust is currently in a battle with his pride to decide which will succeed in overtaking his next actions. His mind urges him not to give in to his primal instincts to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion—despite the tent growing in his pants.

“C’mon baby, just tell me that you miss me. I bet you’d rather take me home tonight and remind me how good that dick feels.” Your fingers dance along his belt, tugging at the loops.

“Don’t you miss me, Jinnie?”

“Fuck. Miss you so bad.” He grunts as you pull back, forcing his groin against yours. He lowers his face, mere centimeters from yours. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You smile as you gaze at his face, his eyes are glazed and lips hungry, searching for yours. When Hyunjin dives in for a kiss, ready to devour you whole, you push him away, making him stumble backwards, dazed and frustrated by your antics.

“I might be petty, but I’m not gonna stoop that low.” With a sly grin, you point to his boner. “Have fun explaining that to your girlfriend though.”

Without a second glance, you turn and walk away. The sound of a distant argument hits your ears as you exit the club, bringing a satisfied smile to your face. It might’ve been a shallow fight, but you won this one. You’re pleased knowing that you’ve successfully beat Hyunjin at his own game. Though, if you had stayed a moment longer, he might’ve noticed your flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.

No matter how much you hate him, Hyunjin never fails to affect you. His mere presence brings shockwaves to your core, especially when he looks at you like that—like you’re the object of his most sensual desires.

You shake off your fluster during the ride home, cooling off in the shower once you reach your apartment, calming your nerves before climbing into bed.

But you can’t sleep.

The excitement from being so close to him won’t wash off of you. You’ve been horny since you saw him in the club, and whether you want to admit it or not, you missed him too.

Taking matters into your own hands, you slip off your pajama bottoms and begin touching yourself over your panties, rubbing circles against the fabric, imagining it was Hyunjin’s fingers instead. Just as you approached an orgasm, a heavy fist raps against the door, throwing you off of your high.

You stagger out of bed, frazzled and irritated at whoever was knocking at your door at this hour. You’re shocked when you see Hyunjin’s figure through the peephole, distressed as he continues slamming his fist against the wood.

Carefully, you crack the door open just enough to show your face and ask him what the hell he was doing here.

“Don’t you want to finish our conversation?” He taps his foot, annoyed. “C’mon baby, just let me in. I’m not a stranger to this place.”

Reluctantly, you allow him to enter. Hyunjin immediately makes himself at home, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, leaning against the kitchen cabinets as he gulps it down.

“She gave me an earful, thanks to you.” He gripes.

You cross your arms in annoyance. “So what, you came here just to complain?”

“I came here because you’re going to finish what you started.”

Hyunjin sets the bottle down and approaches you. His figure looms over yours, engulfing you with his shadow. He looks angry yet his touch is gentle when he places a hand on your waist. You tense under his touch but don’t flinch.

“You must be deaf, because I told you it’s not happening. Go back to your girlfriend and maybe just squint and pretend she’s me.” You scoff, brushing his hand off of you.

Your attempt to get him to back off only draws him closer, his chest almost pressed to yours.

“She’s not my girlfriend any more.” He rolls his eyes. “So you can drop the self-righteous act and get what you’ve been waiting for all night.”

You pause for a moment, soaking in the revelation that Hyunjin and his girlfriend just broke up. Was it because of you? Is it fucked up that you feel a bit proud? It fuels your ego to know that you still have him wrapped around your finger, though it shouldn’t matter to you anymore. Maybe Hyunjin couldn’t resist you, but that doesn’t mean you should give in to him. It’s not like you want him back.

“What makes you think that I want you?”

You try to stand your ground, but your footing is shaken when he throws his head back to laugh, combing a hand through his hair as he watches you, amused. He always looked gorgeous when he acted cocky. You hated it.

“The way you looked at me in the club. The way you can’t seem to make eye contact with me now. Scared you might give in too easily?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Then look at me, darling.” Hyunjin lifts your chin towards him. “You don’t have to act coy. Tell me what you want. You know I can make you feel good.”

You scoff, turning your head away, but he forces your gaze back on him.

“C’mon baby, don’t play those games. I’m starting to get impatient and I’m not afraid to admit that I want to fuck your brains out tonight.” He brings your face closer to his. “Just like old times, hmm? Make you cum for me three, four times? How’s that sound?”

Hyunjin smirks as he hovers over you, eyes roaming your body, wandering over all the spots he plans to touch, kiss and fuck. You can’t help but envision how good his lips would feel on your neck as you stare at them, plump right in front of you.

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.” You refuse to concede to him, to your own desires. “You’re a fool if you think you’re capable of that.”

“Don’t test me, sweetheart. I’ll make you eat your words.”

You’ve provoked him far enough. Now Hyunjin is determined to put you in your place. And he plans to do so by giving you the best sex of your life, sex that’ll have you begging him to stay, sex that’ll make you never even consider fucking another man besides him again.

He starts feeling up your leg, fingers drifting over your bare skin, sending shivers through your body. They linger between your thighs, caressing the supple surface before sliding over your core, brushing against your soaked panties.

Hyunjin smiles once he feels how wet you are, a surge of pride flowing through his veins and straight to his cock. It pleases him to know that he still has this effect on you, and the thought turns him on.

He lowers his head to your ear, whispering. “Even if you won’t admit it, your body still responds to me the same way.”

Slowly stroking you through your panties, his fingers become wet with every touch. “C’mon baby, all you have to do is ask and I’ll make you feel real good.”

You’re dripping at this point, completely defenseless in the palm of his hand. The knot in your stomach only grows tighter.

“Please.” You mumble, lips turned down into a frown yet your eyes are begging.

At the sound of your plea, Hyunjin slips his hand underneath the fabric and begins fingering you, feverishly kissing you while he rubs your clit.

You moan into his mouth, unable to restrain your want for him any longer. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Though he’s normally the type to tease you a bit before letting you cum, Hyunjin is desperate to touch you right now. He’s too swept up in his desire to give you fireworks that his movements don’t cease for a minute, accelerating your approaching orgasm. He kisses you sloppily as he continues his work on your pussy. A cacophony of moans and squelching fills the room as you reach your high, gripping onto his arms as you cum on his fingers.

Satisfied with the mess he made of you, Hyunjin commands you to get on your knees. He unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock as you obey his orders and kneel down before him.

“Open up sweetheart, use this mouth for what it was made for—taking in my cock.”

He presses the tip against your lips, studying you with intense focus.

“You told me how good you are at using it—why don’t you prove it to me?”

Hyunjin goes crazy for your blowjobs, and though it appears that he’s the one in control of this situation, you know he’ll be at your mercy once you start sucking him off. So you turn the tides, staring directly into his eyes as you plant a wet kiss on the tip—just how he likes it—before taking him in, inch by inch.

Hyunjin shudders at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It’s a feeling he’s missed dearly. Nothing really compares to your warm, wet tongue coating his dick with saliva combined with the image of you on your knees, eyes watering as you suck him off like a good little slut.

He lets out a moan as he starts thrusting into your mouth, growing needy and impatient. Tears stream down your face when he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his cock.

“Fuck that feels so good.” Hyunjin grunts. “Such a good slut for me. You always are.”

Before he completely loses himself, he pulls your hair back, freeing his dick from your mouth before he cums. You wipe the drool from the corner of your lips, looking up at him with a smirk.

“What? Scared you’ll cum too fast?” You challenge.

“Oh I’ll make sure to fill you up with plenty of my cum later, darling.” He pulls you to your feet. “But gotta make sure you remember how good I fuck you first.”

Hyunjin spins you around, pinning you to the wall. He whispers in your ear as he strips your panties off, lining up his cock at your entrance.

“How many guys did you fuck while I was gone?”

“None of your fucking business.”

He slaps a hand to your ass, making you yelp. His fingers move to your core, rubbing circles, making sure you’re wet enough for him—you are. Once you’re all prepped to take him in, Hyunjin slips his cock into your pussy in a single motion, garnering a lewd moan from you.

He starts fucking you—hard. Ramming his dick into you deep, just how you like it.

“Were any of them better than me?” He growls.

The thought of another man making you feel good, touching you—even looking at you got him fuming. No one gets the privilege of seeing you naked like this but him. No one gets to touch your pussy but him.

Between his thrusts, you manage to get some words out. “The Hyunjin I know wouldn’t ask something so insecure.”

He gives you a hard thrust, making you whine. “Answer me.”

“I think you know.” You glare at him.

“Tell me then. Say it.” He snaps.

“Make me.”

Hyunjin turns you around so that you’re facing him. He lifts your leg, spreading you wide so that he can fuck you deeper. He’s pissed off, fucking you angrily, fucking you hard enough to make the attitude go away, until you’re rendered a whimpering mess, a mindless whore for his cock.

You’re crying, the pleasure of his dick hitting you repeatedly is overwhelming. You’re at your limit. But just as you approach your high, he slips out of you. Pinning your arms on the wall above your head, he brings his face close to yours, staring you in the eyes.

“Say how good I fuck you or you’re not cumming.” He threatens.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, please just—“

“Say it.”

“You fuck me so good.” You cry, desperate to do anything to make him keep fucking you.

He smiles, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

You nod, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

“And no other guys have ever, nor will ever, fuck you as good as me?”

You frantically bob your head.

“Use your words.”

“N-no one can fuck me as good as you, Jinnie.” You sniffle.

“Good girl.” He smiles.

Finally, he begins fucking you again, this time not holding anything back. He gives it to you hard, gives you everything he has. Hyunjin doesn’t stop fucking you even when you scream with pleasure, the ecstasy from your orgasm causing your body to shake under his grip.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy.” Hyunjin’s movements start to falter, his motion unsteady. “So good for me. Always so good.”

He’s going to cum soon and so are you. You’re a babbling mess, barely recovered from your last orgasm yet about to cum for him again.

“I love you, darling. You know that don’t you?” Hyunjin presses his forehead to yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin.

“I love you so fucking much. Can’t you see that? I get jealous because I love you. Because you’re mine.”

He’s on the brink of tears as he professes his love for you. Why don’t you get it? Everything he every did, every hurtful thing he ever said was only because he didn’t know how else to control his love for you. He wants you so bad. He needs you in order to function.

“Tell me you love me too.”

Hyunjin looks down at you sternly, eager to hear the words slip out of your mouth. He needs to hear them. He’ll die if he doesn’t.

“L-love you.” You whimper, exhausted and dazed. “So much.”

Your confession sends him over the edge. Hyunjin cums once he hears you say it—that you love him too. He knows you do, that’s why he never truly moved on after you left him. Because in his mind, you were never really gone. You were always his.

As you come down from your highs, Hyunjin doesn’t let you leave his arms, holding you close, kissing you all over as if to mark his territory on every inch of your skin.

“I knew you wanted me too. Just had to fuck it out of you.” He chuckles as he releases you from his grasp.

You remove yourself from his hold and glare at him. “Shut it, Hyunjin. This is the last time that this will ever happen.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if that holds true tomorrow morning.”

Before you can form a rebuttal, Hyunjin heads to your bedroom, a devilish grin on his face. He’s already gotten what he needed out of you and now that he knows he can have you, he’s never going to let you go again. Besides, there’s no one else like you in this world. No one for him but you.

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