you lay there on the soft sheets of rafe's bed, his strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you close as his lips brush your neck in soft, lingering kisses. "you're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice rough and needy, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. you feel his hardness pressing against your ass, thick and hard, making your breath hitch.
he shifts, guiding you onto your back, his pretty blue eyes locking onto yours with that intense, yet loving gaze that always makes your heart race. "i've got you, baby," rafe murmurs, hovering over you, his massive cock throbbing against your thigh. he kisses you deeply, tongue sliding against yours, as he positions the swollen head at your slick wet entrance.
slowly, so slowly, he pushes in, just the tip at first, and you gasp, your walls clenching around him. "'s’ too big," you whimper, tears pricking your eyes from the delicious burn. he pauses, cupping your face tenderly, thumbs wiping away the first tear that falls. "shhh, i know, pretty girl. just breathe for me." he kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips again, pouring affection into every touch as he inches deeper, giving you time to adjust.
you moan loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. another tear slips down, and rafe groans, loving the sight of you like this, all vulnerable, completely lost in him. "fuck, you look so good crying for my cock," he says softly, as he sinks in further, stretching your pussy wide. with his free hand he uses his thumb to stroke your clit gently, easing the pain away, while he peppers your jawline with kisses.
bit by bit, he fills you completely, until he's buried to the point he can't go any further, both of you panting. "that's my girl, taking me so well," he praises, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust deep and loving. "rafe!" you cry out, moaning through the tears, and he captures your mouth in a passionate kiss, whispering "i love you" between breaths, making the moment even more intimate as he claims you as his.
A Continuation From Obliviation Pt.9. A Lovely Comission For My Friend @Pizza_anon From Ko-Fi. I Hope You Guys Liked it.
The world was a blur of red and blue lights, the wail of sirens cutting through the cold night air. Winter’s hands pressed hard against your wound, her fingers trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding. Her voice was a desperate whisper, a plea that seemed to echo in the void you were slipping into. “Stay with me. Please, stay with me. You’re mine. You can’t leave me.” Her tears fell onto your face, warm against your cold skin.
You could barely keep your eyes open, the edges of your vision darkening. The pain was distant now, almost numb, but the sound of Winter’s voice kept you tethered to the moment. Somewhere behind her, you heard Yujin shouting, her voice sharp and urgent. “Over here! He’s been shot! We need an ambulance now!”
Karina was on the phone, her tone clipped and frantic as she relayed the situation to the police. “Yes, we need immediate assistance. There’s been a shooting. The suspect is still here—she’s armed and dangerous.”
Wonyoung stood a few feet away, her face pale and twisted with rage. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, but her eyes burned with a fury that made your blood run cold. She struggled against the officers holding her, her voice rising to a scream. “No! You can’t take him from me! He’s mine! He’s always been mine!”
Winter didn’t even look at her. Her focus was entirely on you, her hands pressing harder against your wound as if she could will you to stay alive through sheer force of will. “Don’t you dare leave me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Not after everything we’ve been through. Not now.”
The paramedics arrived in a flurry of motion, pushing Winter aside as they began to work on you. She stumbled back, her hands covered in your blood, her face pale and stricken. Yujin caught her before she could fall, pulling her into a tight embrace. “He’s going to be okay,” Yujin said, though her voice wavered with uncertainty. “He has to be.”
Karina joined them, her expression grim as she watched the paramedics load you onto a stretcher. “We need to get to the hospital,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. “Now.”
As they rushed you into the ambulance, Winter climbed in after you, refusing to let go of your hand. Her grip was firm, almost painful, as if she was afraid you’d slip away if she loosened it even a little. “I’m not leaving you,” she said, her voice low and fierce. “Not again.”
The ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and muffled voices. Winter stayed by your side, her hand never leaving yours. Her eyes never left your face, even as the paramedics worked frantically to stabilize you. “You’re going to be okay,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. “You have to be.”
When you arrived at the hospital, the chaos only intensified. Doctors and nurses swarmed around you, their voices sharp and urgent as they wheeled you into the emergency room. Winter was forced to let go of your hand as they pushed her out of the way, but she refused to leave. She stood just outside the doors, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes fixed on the spot where you had disappeared.
Yujin and Karina joined her, their presence a small comfort in the midst of the storm. “They’ll do everything they can,” Yujin said, though her voice lacked conviction. “He’s strong. He’ll pull through.”
Karina nodded, though her expression was grim. “We need to call the others,” she said quietly. “They need to know what’s happened.”
Winter barely heard them. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of you, of the life you had built together, of the future that now hung in the balance. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please don’t take him from me.”
Hours passed in a haze of fear and uncertainty. The waiting room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Winter paced back and forth, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Yujin and Karina sat nearby, their faces drawn with worry.
Finally, a doctor emerged from the emergency room, his expression unreadable. Winter froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to speak.
“He’s stable,” the doctor said, his voice calm but weary. “The bullet missed any major organs, but he lost a lot of blood. We’ve managed to stop the bleeding, but he’s not out of the woods yet.”
Winter let out a shaky breath, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. Yujin caught her arm, steadying her as she swayed on her feet. “Can we see him?” Winter asked, her voice trembling.
The doctor hesitated for a moment before nodding. “For a few minutes,” he said. “But he needs rest.”
Winter didn’t wait for him to finish. She rushed past him, her heart racing as she pushed open the door to your room. You were lying in the bed, your face pale and drawn, but alive. The sight of you took her breath away.
She crossed the room in a few quick strides, taking your hand in hers as she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m here,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You stirred slightly at her touch, your eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before closing again. But even that small movement was enough to give Winter hope. “You’re going to be okay,” she said, her voice firm despite the tears in her eyes. “We’re going to be okay.”
As she sat by your side, her hand never leaving yours, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over. Wonyoung was still out there, and Winter knew she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. But for now, all that mattered was you.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And I’m not letting anyone take you away from me again.”
The first thing you felt was the dull ache in your chest, a throbbing reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Your eyelids fluttered open, the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room coming into focus. The faint beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence, a steady rhythm that grounded you in the present. And then, you felt it—the warmth of someone’s hand resting gently on your arm.
You turned your head slowly, wincing at the stiffness in your neck, and there she was. Winter. Her silver hair was slightly disheveled, strands falling across her face as she slept, her head resting close to your arm. Her delicate features were softened by exhaustion, but even in sleep, there was a quiet strength about her. You didn’t want to wake her—she looked so peaceful—but as you shifted slightly, her eyes fluttered open.
Her gaze met yours, and for a moment, she just stared, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then, her lips curved into a soft, relieved smile. “You’re awake,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, her hands cradling your face as though you might disappear if she let go.
You reached up weakly, your fingers brushing against her cheek. “Winter…” you murmured, your voice hoarse from disuse. “What… what happened?”
She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours. “You were shot,” she said softly, her voice breaking on the words. “Wonyoung… she found us. But you’re safe now. She’s in prison, charged with attempted murder.”
The name sent a shiver down your spine, fragments of memory flickering at the edges of your mind—Wonyoung’s enraged scream, the sound of the gunshot, the searing pain in your chest. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to steady yourself. When you opened them again, Winter was still there, her expression filled with concern.
“How long have I been out?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“A few weeks,” she replied, her fingers intertwining with yours. “I’ve been here every day. I couldn’t leave you.”
Her words stirred something deep within you, a warmth that spread through your chest despite the lingering pain. “Thank you,” you said softly, squeezing her hand. “For staying.”
Winter’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she leaned in again, her forehead resting against yours. “I told you before,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “I’m not letting anyone take you away from me again.”
The intensity in her voice sent a shiver through you, and for a moment, the world outside the hospital room seemed to fade away. It was just the two of you, the weight of everything you’d been through hanging in the air between you. You wanted to say more, to tell her how much she meant to you, but the words caught in your throat.
Instead, you reached up with your free hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You look tired,” you murmured. “Have you been sleeping at all?”
Winter let out a soft laugh, though it was tinged with exhaustion. “Not much,” she admitted. “But I don’t care. All that matters is that you’re okay.”
Her words made your heart ache, and you pulled her closer, ignoring the twinge of pain in your chest. “You need to take care of yourself too,” you said gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She nodded, but the way she clung to you told you she wasn’t entirely convinced. The fear of losing you again was still fresh, a shadow lurking in the corners of her mind. You could see it in her eyes, the way they darted to the door every so often, as if expecting Wonyoung to burst in at any moment.
“She can’t hurt us anymore,” you said firmly, trying to reassure her. “She’s locked up.”
Winter’s grip on your hand tightened. “I know,” she whispered. “But I can’t stop thinking about what could have happened. If she had…” Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, as if trying to banish the thought.
You reached up, cupping her face in your hand. “Hey,” you said softly, forcing her to meet your gaze. “I’m here. We’re here. That’s all that matters.”
She nodded again, though the worry didn’t completely leave her eyes. “I just… I can’t lose you,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.
“You won’t,” you promised, your thumb brushing against her cheek. “Not now. Not ever.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of everything unspoken hanging in the air between you. Then, Winter leaned in again, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. It was a kiss that spoke of fear and love and the unshakable bond that had brought you back together.
When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a spark of something in her eyes—something that made your heart race despite the pain in your chest. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with raw emotion.
“I love you too,” you replied, your voice just as soft.
She smiled then, a genuine smile that lit up her entire face. “Get some rest,” she said gently, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
You wanted to argue, to tell her that she needed to sleep too, but the exhaustion was already pulling at you, dragging you back into the darkness. As your eyes fluttered closed, you felt her hand tighten around yours, a silent promise that she would stay by your side.
But even as you drifted off, a part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over. Wonyoung might be behind bars, but the scars she’d left—both physical and emotional—were still there, a constant reminder of what had happened.
And somewhere, deep down, you knew that Winter felt it too. The fear, the uncertainty—it lingered in the air between you, a shadow that neither of you could quite escape.
But for now, all that mattered was that you were together. And as long as you had each other, you could face whatever came next.
“Sleep,” Winter whispered again, her voice soft and soothing. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And with those words echoing in your mind, you let yourself drift off, the warmth of her hand in yours the only thing keeping the darkness at bay.
The hospital doors slid open, and the crisp autumn air hit your face like a breath of freedom. Winter’s hand was warm in yours, her silver hair catching the sunlight as she led you to her car—no, your car. The one that had been sitting in the hospital parking lot for weeks, waiting for this moment. She opened the passenger door for you with a soft smile, her eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. Relief? Excitement? Maybe both.
“Welcome home,” she said, her voice tinged with a quiet joy as she started the engine. The drive to the apartment was filled with light conversation, but there was an undercurrent of tension, a shared understanding of how close you’d both come to losing everything. When you pulled up to the building, Winter parked and turned to you, her hand brushing against your cheek. “Ready?”
You nodded, and together you walked inside. The elevator ride felt endless, but when the doors finally opened to your floor, you were greeted by a burst of noise—laughter, chatter, and the faint sound of music. Winter’s friends—Karina, Ningning, and Giselle—were waiting for you, their faces lighting up as you stepped into the apartment.
“Surprise!” they chimed in unison, their voices overlapping in a chaotic but endearing chorus. The living room was decorated with balloons and streamers, a small cake sitting on the coffee table alongside plates of food and bottles of beer. It was simple, but it felt like everything.
Karina was the first to approach, her captivating eyes scanning you with a mix of relief and curiosity. “You look good,” she said, her tone warm but laced with a hint of protectiveness. “We were worried about you.”
“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention. Ningning and Giselle followed suit, their greetings equally warm but tinged with their own unique energies—Ningning’s playful smile and Giselle’s reserved but observant gaze.
Winter stayed close to you, her hand never leaving yours as she guided you to the couch. “Sit,” she said softly, her voice almost drowned out by the chatter of her friends. “You’ve been through a lot. Let us take care of you.”
The party was lively, filled with laughter and stories that made you forget, even if just for a moment, the darkness that had loomed over you for so long. You found yourself smiling more than you had in weeks, the weight on your chest lifting with every joke and every shared memory. But as the night went on, you noticed something was off with Winter. She seemed quieter than usual, her smiles not quite reaching her eyes. At one point, she excused herself to the bathroom, and when she returned, her face was pale.
“Are you okay?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice.
She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just… maybe had a little too much to drink.”
But you knew better. Winter wasn’t one to overindulge, and the way she was acting—fidgety, distracted—wasn’t like her. Before you could press further, Karina called everyone’s attention, raising her glass in a toast.
“To survival,” she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “And to love.”
The room echoed with cheers, and you clinked your glass with Winter’s, your eyes locking with hers. There was something in her gaze—something she wasn’t saying. But before you could ask, she set her glass down and took your hand again.
“Can we talk?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, letting her lead you to the bedroom. The noise from the living room faded as she closed the door behind you, her back pressed against it as she looked at you with a mixture of fear and hope.
“What’s going on?” you asked, stepping closer to her.
She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for yours. “I… I didn’t want to tell you like this,” she began, her voice shaky. “But I can’t keep it from you any longer.”
Your heart raced as you waited for her to continue, your mind spinning with possibilities. And then she said it—the words that changed everything.
“I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, time seemed to stop. You stared at her, your mind struggling to process what she’d just said. Pregnant. Pregnant. The word echoed in your head, each repetition making it feel more real. And then, without thinking, you pulled her into your arms, your lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was equal parts relief and joy.
She melted into you, her hands tangling in your hair as she kissed you back with a desperation that mirrored your own. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.
“Are you happy?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“Happy?” you repeated, your voice cracking with emotion. “Winter, I’m… I’m ecstatic.”
She laughed then, a sound so pure and full of joy that it made your heart ache. You kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the feel of her lips against yours. Your hands trailed down her sides, settling on her hips as you pulled her closer, your body pressing against hers.
The party outside seemed like a distant memory as you lost yourself in her, your kisses growing deeper, more urgent. Your hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing against the soft skin of her stomach as you tugged it upward. She broke the kiss long enough to let you pull it over her head, her breath hitching as your lips found her neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured against her skin, your hands exploring every inch of her as if seeing her for the first time. She shivered under your touch, her fingers gripping your shoulders as she arched into you.
“Yours,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Always yours.”
You kissed her again, your hands moving to the button of her jeans as you slowly undressed her, each piece of clothing falling away like a barrier being torn down. When she stood before you in nothing but her bra and panties, you couldn’t help but stare, your breath catching in your throat.
“You’re perfect,” you said, your voice thick with desire.
She smiled shyly, her hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “Your turn,” she said, her voice teasing but laced with need.
You let her undress you, her hands moving slowly as if memorizing every inch of your body. When you were both bare before each other, she stepped closer, her body pressing against yours as she kissed you deeply.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered against your lips.
You didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, you scooped her up in your arms, carrying her bridal style to the bed. She giggled as you laid her down gently, her hands reaching for you as you climbed on top of her.
Your lips trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in your hair as you teased her through the fabric of her bra.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
You unhooked her bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside as your lips found her bare skin. She gasped as you took one of her nipples into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as your hand cupped the other breast.
Her hips bucked against yours as you continued to tease her, your kisses trailing lower and lower until you reached the waistband of her panties. You looked up at her, your eyes locking with hers as you hooked your fingers in the fabric and slowly pulled them down.
She was completely bare before you now, her body trembling with anticipation as you kissed your way back up her thighs. When your lips finally found her core.
You hovered over Winter, your breath mingling with hers as her silver hair fanned out beneath her like a halo. Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours, and she pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. Her lips were soft yet demanding, and you could feel the urgency in the way her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. When she finally broke the kiss, her voice was a whisper, trembling with need. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, make love to me.”
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you hesitated for just a moment, savoring the weight of her request. Your hands traced the curve of her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips. She arched into your touch, her breath hitching as your fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
You leaned down, capturing her lips again, this time slower, more deliberate. Her hands roamed over your back, nails lightly scratching as she pulled you closer. The heat between you was palpable, and you could feel her heart racing against your chest.
Winter’s legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against her. The sensation of her bare skin against yours was electric, and you groaned softly into her mouth. Her hips lifted slightly, seeking friction, and you obliged, grinding against her in a slow, teasing rhythm. She moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as her hands gripped your shoulders.
“Please,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible but filled with desperation.
You kissed your way down her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin just below her ear. She gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair as you continued your descent. Your lips trailed over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts, and you took one nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak. Her back arched off the bed, a low moan escaping her lips as you teased her.
Your hand slid down her body, fingers brushing over her stomach before reaching the apex of her thighs. She was already wet, and the sound she made when your fingers grazed her core was enough to make your own arousal spike. You looked up at her, meeting her gaze as you slowly slid a finger inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip to stifle another moan.
“Look at me,” you murmured, your voice low and rough.
Her eyes snapped open, locking onto yours as you began to move your finger in slow, deliberate strokes. Her hips moved with you, seeking more, and you added a second finger, curling them just enough to make her gasp. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her breathing coming in short, uneven pants.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, watching as her face contorted with pleasure.
Winter’s legs tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as she reached for you. “I need you,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please… I need to feel you.”
You withdrew your fingers, earning a soft whimper from her, and positioned yourself between her legs. Her hands found your face, pulling you into another kiss as you pressed against her entrance. The sensation of her warmth against you was almost too much, and you had to force yourself to go slow, to savor every moment.
As you began to push inside her, she gasped, her nails digging into your back. The feeling of her tightness enveloping you was overwhelming, and you had to pause for a moment, letting both of you adjust. Winter’s breath was hot against your neck as she whispered your name, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation.
You started to move, slow at first, each thrust drawing a soft moan from her lips. Her legs tightened around you, urging you deeper, and you obliged, picking up the pace slightly. The sound of her breathing, the way her body moved with yours, the heat of her skin—it all combined into a heady mix that left you dizzy with desire.
Winter’s hands roamed over your back, nails leaving faint trails as she clung to you. Her hips met yours with each thrust, and the rhythm between you became almost instinctual. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and you could feel her body tightening around you as she neared the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice breaking on the words.
You didn’t. Instead, you leaned down to capture her lips again, swallowing her moans as you continued to move inside her. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she kissed you with a desperation that matched your own.
The tension between you built with each passing moment, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge as well. Winter’s nails dug into your shoulders as she arched against you, her body trembling with the force of her release. Her moans were muffled against your lips as she came undone beneath you, and the sensation of her tightening around you pushed you over the edge as well.
For a moment, everything else faded away—the world outside, the memories that haunted you, even the lingering fear of Wonyoung’s shadow. All that mattered was Winter, the way she felt in your arms, the way she whispered your name like a prayer.
When the intensity of the moment finally subsided, you stayed there for a while, holding each other as your breathing slowed. Winter’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and she pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“I love you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
You kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. “I love you too.”
But even as the words left your lips, a small part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still missing. The memories that had been slowly returning to you—fragments of a life before Wonyoung—were still just out of reach. And though Winter’s presence brought you comfort, there was a lingering unease that refused to be ignored.
As if sensing your thoughts, Winter looked up at you, her silver hair tousled and her eyes still heavy with sleep. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly.
You hesitated for a moment before shaking your head. “Nothing,” you lied, forcing a smile. “Just… thinking.”
She studied you for a moment before nodding slowly, though the concern in her eyes didn’t fade. “We’ll figure it out,” she said quietly. “Together.”
You nodded, pulling her closer again. But even as you held her, the weight of everything that had happened—and everything that was still unresolved—hung heavy in the air between you.
Winter’s hand found yours, intertwining your fingers as she rested her head against your chest. “Promise me something,” she murmured after a moment.
“Anything,” you replied without hesitation.
“Promise me we won’t let anything come between us again,” she said, her voice firm despite its softness. “No matter what happens.”
You tightened your grip on her hand, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I promise.”
The soft hum of the lullaby filled the room as Winter gently rocked Misa in her arms. The baby’s tiny fingers curled around her mother’s thumb, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifted into a peaceful sleep. You stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching the scene unfold with a warmth spreading through your chest. This is what happiness feels like, you thought.
Winter glanced up, catching your gaze, and a soft smile played on her lips. “She’s finally asleep,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the quiet melody.
You stepped closer, brushing a strand of silver hair away from Winter’s face. “She’s perfect,” you murmured, your eyes lingering on Misa’s serene expression. “Just like her mother.”
Winter’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down at the baby in her arms, her smile widening. “She has your nose,” she said softly, tracing a finger along Misa’s tiny features. “And your stubbornness.”
You chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Stubbornness, huh? I think she gets that from both of us.”
Winter laughed quietly, careful not to wake the baby. She stood up, cradling Misa against her chest, and walked over to the crib. Gently, she laid the baby down, tucking the blanket snugly around her. For a moment, she just stood there, watching Misa sleep, her expression a mix of love and wonder.
You came up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. “She’s our little miracle,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to Winter’s neck.
Winter leaned back into your embrace, her hands covering yours. “She is,” she agreed, her voice tinged with emotion. “And I’m so grateful for her… for us.”
You turned her around to face you, cupping her cheeks in your hands. Her silver hair framed her delicate features, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy and something deeper—something that made your heart race. “I love you,” you said, the words feeling more profound than ever before.
Winter’s breath hitched, and she reached up to brush her fingers against your jaw. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “More than anything.”
The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, the kind that had been building since the moment you left the hospital. You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and electric. Winter responded eagerly, her hands sliding up to tangle in your hair as she deepened the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. Winter’s cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen. She looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Should we make more babies, dear?” she teased, her voice low and sultry.
You gulped, feeling a rush of heat spread through your body. “Are you serious?” you asked, your voice hoarse.
Winter giggled, the sound light and carefree. “Maybe,” she said, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “But not tonight. Tonight, I just want to be with you.”
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Whatever you want,” you replied, pulling her closer.
As the two of you settled onto the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment that you hadn’t felt in years. The past was behind you, and the future was bright. But even as you held Winter close, a small part of you couldn’t shake the lingering unease that had been gnawing at the edges of your mind.
Meanwhile, in a cold, dimly lit cell, Wonyoung sat on the edge of her cot, her muscles taut from hours of rigorous exercise. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she stared at the small photograph clutched in her hand—a picture of you and her from what felt like a lifetime ago. Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she traced the outline of your face with her finger.
“Don’t worry, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. “I will be back. I’ll always come back.”
Her laughter echoed through the empty cell, sending a chill down the spine of anyone who might have heard it. But there was no one there—just Wonyoung and her twisted obsession, growing stronger with each passing day.
Back in the warmth of your home, Winter nestled closer to you, her head resting on your chest. “What are you thinking about?” she asked softly, her fingers idly playing with the fabric of your shirt.
You hesitated for a moment before answering. “Just… how lucky I am,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Winter smiled, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something that made you wonder if she could sense the unease that still lingered within you. “We’re both lucky,” she said, her voice steady. “And no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”
You nodded, holding her tighter. “Together,” you repeated, the word feeling like a promise.
But as the night stretched on and the house grew quiet, the shadows seemed to grow darker, and the sense of peace you had fought so hard to achieve felt fragile—like it could shatter at any moment.
Winter shifted in your arms, her breath warm against your skin. “Y/N?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” you replied, your fingers gently stroking her back.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Do you ever think about… before? About what happened?”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you tightened your hold on her. “Sometimes,” you admitted. “But I try not to dwell on it. We have each other now, and that’s all that matters.”
Winter nodded, but there was a tension in her body that hadn’t been there before. “I just… I can’t help but feel like there’s still something out there,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Something that could take this away from us.”
You kissed her forehead, trying to reassure her—and yourself. “Nothing will take us away from each other,” you said firmly. “Not again.”
Winter sighed, nestling closer to you. “I hope you’re right,” she whispered.
As the two of you drifted off to sleep, the weight of unspoken fears hung heavy in the air. And somewhere in the distance, Wonyoung’s laughter echoed once more—a haunting reminder that the past was never truly gone.
“I’ll always come back.”
The soft hum of the evening filled the room as Winter’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your chest. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the warm glow of the dimmed lights. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, heavy with unspoken desire. She shifted slightly, her hand sliding down to your waist, her touch feather-light but deliberate.
“Do you remember,” she began, her voice a low murmur, “the first time we were like this? Just us, no one else in the world mattered.” Her lips curved into that enigmatic smile, the one that always made your heart skip a beat.
You nodded, though the memory was still hazy, like a dream you couldn’t quite grasp. “I remember… pieces,” you admitted, your voice rough. “Your laugh. The way you looked at me. Like I was the only person who existed.”
Winter’s smile deepened, and she leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. “You were,” she whispered. “You still are.” Her lips brushed against your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine. “And I want you to remember everything.”
Her hand slid lower, her fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. You felt your breath hitch, your body responding to her touch even as your mind raced. There was something about the way she looked at you—like she was trying to pull you back into a world you’d forgotten. A world where it was just the two of you, untouchable.
“Winter…” you started, but she silenced you with a finger to your lips.
“Shh,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto yours. “Let me remind you.” Her hand moved again, this time slipping beneath the fabric, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your hip. You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above yours.
But before she could close the distance, a small voice broke the silence.
“Mommy?”
Winter froze, her eyes widening slightly before she pulled back, a soft laugh escaping her lips. You both turned to see Misa standing in the doorway, her tiny hands clutching a stuffed bunny. Her wide eyes darted between the two of you, curiosity written all over her face.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Winter asked, her voice gentle as she sat up, smoothing her hair back.
Misa toddled over, her little feet padding softly against the floor. She climbed onto the couch beside Winter, her small hand reaching out to rest on her mother’s growing belly. “Is my baby brother in there?” she asked, her voice filled with innocent wonder.
Winter’s laughter was warm and melodic as she wrapped an arm around Misa, pulling her close. “Yes, he is,” she said, her eyes sparkling with affection. “And he’s going to love you so much.”
Misa’s face lit up with a grin, and she leaned in, pressing her ear against Winter’s belly. “Hi, baby brother!” she said loudly, giggling when Winter playfully shushed her.
You watched the scene unfold, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. There was warmth, yes—seeing Winter and Misa together always filled you with a sense of peace. But there was also something else. A flicker of unease that you couldn’t quite shake. It was as if there was a shadow lurking just out of sight, waiting to pounce.
Winter must have sensed it too because she glanced at you, her expression softening. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly, her hand reaching out to brush against yours.
You forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah,” you said, though the word felt hollow. “Just… thinking.”
She studied you for a moment, her gaze searching. Then she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “We’re safe now,” she whispered. “She can’t hurt us anymore.”
You wanted to believe her. You really did. But as you glanced at the window, the darkness outside seemed to press in closer, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that Wonyoung’s presence still lingered, like a ghost haunting the edges of your life.
Meanwhile, in the cold confines of her prison cell, Wonyoung sat hunched over a small photograph clutched tightly in her hands. Her once-flawless makeup was smudged, her hair disheveled, but her eyes burned with an intensity that hadn’t dimmed. She stared at the image of you and Winter, her lips curling into a twisted smile.
“You think you’ve won,” she muttered to herself, her voice low and venomous. “But I’m not done yet. Not even close.”
Her laughter echoed through the empty cell, sharp and unhinged. It was the sound of someone who had nothing left to lose—and everything to destroy.
Back in the warmth of your home, Winter leaned against you, her head resting on your shoulder. Misa had fallen asleep between you, her tiny body curled up against Winter’s side. The room was quiet now, the tension from earlier replaced by a fragile sense of calm.
But as you sat there, your arm wrapped around Winter, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm wasn’t over. That somewhere, out there in the darkness, Wonyoung was waiting.
And she wasn’t going to stop until she got what she wanted.
And you would do whatever it takes to protect your family. To protect winter.
Tags: fluff at the beginning • established relationship • Draco being an asshole • emotional hurt • sharp words & wounded hearts • angst-heavy • vulnerability turned sour • the “L word” left unsaid or weaponized • love vs pride • tension & regret • storm after the calm • broken trust • soft beginnings, sharp endings
It was always the quiet moments with Draco that undid me.
Not the grand gestures or the stolen glances across the Great Hall, though those had their own kind of magic. No, it was the way he held himself in stillness. The way he leaned against the cold stone wall of the Astronomy Tower, arms folded, expression unreadable, pale eyes fixed on the stars as if they might finally tell him something useful. As if he could force answers out of them by glaring hard enough.
I stood beside him, close enough to feel the brush of his sleeve against mine every time the wind shifted, but not quite close enough to touch. That was how it always was with Draco. Close. Never quite close enough.
"You're quiet tonight," I murmured.
His mouth twitched, the faintest hint of something dry and knowing. "That's a bit rich, coming from you. You've been staring at me for the last five minutes instead of saying anything interesting."
I turned to him. "Maybe I was thinking of something interesting to say."
"I doubt it," he said, though there was no real bite to it.
Moonlight caught in his hair, turning the pale blond almost silver. It softened the sharpness of him, but only just. His jaw was still tense, his posture still too controlled, like even standing still took effort. Draco always looked composed, but up close, when no one else was there to see, I noticed the cracks. The tightness in his shoulders. The way his fingers flexed once at his side before he folded them back into stillness.
"You're impossible," I said.
He glanced sideways at me then, slow and deliberate. "And yet you're here."
There it was. That quiet, dangerous sort of flirtation he never seemed to mean and always meant. It settled low in my chest and stayed there.
"Maybe I like impossible," I said.
A faint smirk touched his lips. "That does sound like your sort of poor judgment."
I laughed under my breath, but the sound faded quickly. Because underneath the sarcasm, underneath the easy back-and-forth, there was something heavier tonight. Something restless in the set of his mouth, in the way he kept looking away from me and back at the sky.
I knew Draco. I knew the way he hid behind indifference, behind mockery, behind that polished pure-blood arrogance he wore like armour. But I also knew when he was fraying beneath it.
So I said the thing I hadn't meant to say. The thing that had been pressing against my ribs for weeks, months, maybe longer.
"I love you."
The words slipped out softly, but in the silence between us, they sounded far too loud.
Draco went still.
Not dramatically. He didn't gasp or recoil. But every line of him tightened. His shoulders drew back. His face emptied itself too quickly, like he'd pulled a mask into place by instinct.
Then he looked at me.
Really looked.
There was something raw in his expression, gone almost as soon as I saw it, but not before it lodged itself somewhere deep inside me.
He let out a quiet breath through his nose. "You really do have atrocious timing."
I blinked. "That's your response?"
"Would you prefer poetry?" he asked, voice soft and edged with something brittle. "I can try, if you like. Though I think we'd both suffer for it."
"Draco."
My voice must have changed, because his eyes flickered. The smirk faded. For a moment he looked tired. Younger, somehow. Not softer exactly, but less guarded.
He turned away first, gaze dropping to the grounds below. "Don't do that."
My chest tightened. "Do what?"
"Say things like that as if they're simple." His jaw clenched. "As if you can just hand someone a feeling and expect them to know what to do with it."
I stepped closer. "It is simple. I love you."
He gave a short, humourless laugh. "No, that's the problem. You make it sound simple."
"Then tell me what it is."
Draco was quiet for so long I thought he wouldn't answer. The wind moved around us, cold and restless, stirring his hair across his forehead. He didn't seem to notice.
Finally, he said, very quietly, "Dangerous."
I stared at him.
He kept going, as if once the word had escaped, the rest couldn't be held back. "Stupid. Reckless. Completely unfair." He glanced at me, and there was something sharp in his eyes now, something pained. "Do you have any idea what you do to me when you look at me like that?"
My breath caught.
"Like what?" I asked.
His gaze dropped to my mouth for half a second before lifting again. "Don't make me say it."
There it was again. That pull between us. That dangerous warmth under all the tension.
"Maybe I want you to," I said.
A real smile threatened at the corner of his mouth, brief and crooked and so rare it nearly ruined me. "You're insufferable."
"You've said that before."
"Because it's true."
"And yet you keep meeting me up here."
That landed. His expression shifted, becoming more guarded, but not before I saw the answer in it.
He looked away. "Not yet," he said at last.
It hurt more than a rejection should have, because it wasn't one. It wasn't no. It was worse. It was hope, held at arm's length.
"Why not?" I asked, and I hated how unsteady I sounded.
Draco's throat moved as he swallowed. "Because I can't give you anything properly. Not now." He laughed once under his breath, bitter and self-directed. "I'm hardly in a position to offer anyone anything, unless they have a particular interest in family disgrace and looming catastrophe."
"I don't care about any of that."
"Well, I do." He turned to me sharply. "You think I don't know what people say? You think I don't know what I am?"
"I know exactly who you are."
He looked almost angry at that. "No, you don't."
"I do," I said, stepping into his space before I could think better of it. "I know you're cruel when you're scared. I know you hide behind that awful smirk when you don't want anyone getting too close. I know you act like nothing matters, and then lose sleep over things you'd never admit out loud."
His eyes narrowed, but he didn't move away.
So I kept going, softer now. "I know you're better than you let people believe. And I know you're terrified of letting anyone see you want something you might not get to keep."
For one suspended moment, he said nothing.
Then, very quietly, he asked, "Have you finished dissecting me, or should I stand still a bit longer?"
I huffed out a laugh despite myself. "You know, for someone having an emotional crisis, you're still horribly smug."
His lips curved faintly. "It's one of my better qualities."
"Debatable."
"You keep coming back, so it can't be that intolerable."
The flirtation was lighter now, but more fragile too. It felt like touching glass and hoping it wouldn't crack.
"I see you, Draco," I said.
That did it.
Something in his face changed. The cool, polished expression slipped, and for a second I could see the boy underneath it all. Tired, frightened, aching, and trying very hard not to show any of it.
He closed his eyes. "Don't."
"Why?"
"Because if you say things like that, I might start believing you."
My heart twisted. "Then believe me."
He opened his eyes again, and there was no mockery left in them now. Only honesty, bare and uncomfortable and impossible to ignore.
"I'm not ready," he said.
This time it sounded like an apology.
I nodded once, though it felt like forcing air into my lungs. "All right."
His brow furrowed slightly. "All right?"
"I said all right. Not because I like it." I swallowed. "But because I'd rather have the truth from you than a lie you think I want."
Draco stared at me, and something about that look was almost disarming. "You are," he said slowly, "incredibly inconvenient."
"And yet," I said, echoing him.
That earned me the smallest exhale of a laugh.
He turned back toward the stars, though not fully. He stayed angled toward me now, as if some part of him had already given up on pretending indifference. His hands were flexing at his sides again.
"I think about you," he said suddenly.
I went still.
He kept his eyes fixed ahead. "More than I should. More than is remotely helpful." His mouth tightened. "You're there when I wake up. In class. At dinner. Merlin, even when I'm trying very hard to think about literally anything else."
My pulse thudded hard against my throat. "Draco..."
He cut me off with a glance. "Don't look so pleased with yourself. It's embarrassing enough as it is."
I couldn't help it. I smiled. "So you admit it, then?"
"I admit nothing," he said automatically, then paused. "I just said it, didn't I?"
"You did."
His expression darkened with that same flicker of fear. "And that's precisely the problem."
I stepped closer again, slowly this time, giving him every chance to pull away.
He didn't.
"You're scared," I said.
His jaw tightened. "Obviously."
"Of me?"
That made him scoff softly. "Hardly."
"Of this, then."
He hesitated. "Yes."
The honesty of it settled between us.
"Because if I let myself have it," he said, voice low, "have you, and something goes wrong..."
He broke off, but I understood. With Draco, unfinished sentences often said the most.
I moved close enough now that I could feel the warmth of him in the cold night air. "You won't lose me."
His eyes lifted to mine, searching, wary, wanting very badly to believe me and not quite knowing how.
"You can't promise that," he said.
"Maybe not." I held his gaze. "But I'm promising that I'm here now."
He looked at me for a long time. Then his attention dipped, once more, to my mouth. There was nothing accidental about it this time.
"You make it very difficult to be sensible," he murmured.
A smile pulled at my lips. "Was that meant to be a compliment?"
"Don't get used to it."
"Too late."
That earned me a look, exasperated and heated all at once.
Then, as if deciding something he wasn't ready to name, Draco lifted his hand.
He hesitated just before touching me, his fingers hovering near mine. Even then, even now, there was restraint in him. Care. Fear.
When his fingers finally brushed mine, the contact was so slight it should have meant nothing.
It meant everything.
I let out a breath. "I love you," I said again, softer this time. "And I'll wait, if that's what you need."
His lashes lowered. He exhaled slowly, and when he spoke, his voice had gone rough around the edges.
"Not forever."
I smiled, though my chest still ached. "No. Not forever. Just until you're ready."
His thumb shifted, barely grazing the side of my hand. It was such a small thing, but from Draco it felt startlingly intimate.
When he opened his eyes, something in them had changed. He still hadn't said the words back. He still wasn't ready. But the distance between us had narrowed into something quieter, steadier, real.
"I'll get there," he said.
I nodded. "I know you will."
He studied me for another second, then a faint, familiar smirk returned. Softer than usual, but definitely there.
"You know," he said, "it's deeply irritating that you can say things like that and sound sincere."
I smiled. "And it's deeply irritating that you flirt with me in the middle of rejecting me."
His brows lifted. "Rejecting you? That's a bit dramatic."
"'Not yet' is still a form of torture."
"Please," he drawled. "If I were trying to torture you, you'd know."
I laughed, and this time he did too, quiet and brief, but real.
We stood there a little longer under the stars, hands barely touching, the cold pressing in around us. He was still guarded. Still caught behind everything he couldn't say. But not unreachable. Not anymore.
And even though the words were still trapped somewhere behind his pride and fear and silence, I could feel them there.
Nargles Notwithstanding by Maloreiy - M, one-shot - Do new toys make married life more exciting? They do when they come from Luna. A Dramione conversation.
As I'm waiting outside, I watch Stefan's car pull up in front of me. I open the car door, get in, and put on my seatbelt. We drove to the apartment complex in silence. Ten minutes later, we arrived and parked in the garage. We get out of the car and walk to the elevator. Stefan hits the button for the sixth floor. As the elevator slowly rises, we reach our floor and walk down the hall to door 602. Stefan pulls his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door. As the door opens, I see a tall man standing in the living room, unpacking a box. Not just any box—MY BOX.
"NO, DON'T OPEN THAT " As her eyes widen seeing the box open, she rushes over there slamming the box shut. She thinks to herself: I wonder if he saw anything.
Damien POV ( the tall man)
As I'm opening the box, I see the door open and Stefan and his sister standing in the doorway. I look back down at the box, and I see an unopened shoe box filled to the brim with sex toys. My eyes widened at the sight before I could blink; she was in front of me, slamming the box closed.
I was a bit surprised by how many there were, but a little bit turned on.
"Where's my room?" she asked.
“Right next to mine, " I said
"And which one is that?" she responded, picking up her box.
I pointed to the end of the hallway.
She quickly picked up her box and rushed to her room.
Vanessa POV
thinking to myself, OH MY FUCKING GOD DID HE SEE ANYTHING
"Where's my room?" I said
"Right next to mine", the tall man responded.
I picked up my box and responded, "And which one is that?" he pointed to the end of the hallway. Blush ran over my cheeks as I walked to my room, closing the door behind me, setting the shoe box into the closet on the top shelf.
Damien POV
"What was in there?" Stefan asked.
Damien lies responding with "she closed the box too fast for me to see, bro"
Damien thinks to himself, "It can be our little secret"
~time skip~
Vanessa POV
Walking to the bathroom with my clothes in hand, I open the bathroom door to see the man from earlier. My eyes look down to see his muscular body still wet from the shower. Slowly looking down at his abs, I see his happy trail. I follow it down to see his V-line and big cock
He grabs the towel off the counter and puts it around his waist.
"What are you doing that for?" I asked with a sense of boldness, knowing he was my brother's best friend
Damien POV
As I get out of the shower, the door opens, and I see Stefan's little sister step inside the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Not knowing what was happening, I grabbed the towel off the counter and put it around my waist. "What are you doing that for?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"Come closer, " I say in a low, rough tone.
She steps closer
I lower my head just enough to graze her ear, whispering, "If you wanna see more, then take the towel off and have a look for yourself", as I pull my head back, looking down at her, watching her cheeks go red.
she lifted her hand up to my waist and pulling off my towel "what now" she asked with a grin on her face her eyes widen as she grabs my hand and opens the door bathroom door pulling me into her room by my hand closing and locking the door behind us before i could catch my words she starts walking up looking at me "wow hard already" she asks in a playful tone
Vanessa POV
closing the door behind us and locking it as i walk up towards him "wow hard already" as something sparked in his eyes he walked towards me and grabbed my waist lifting me up and placing me on the bed his hands move down to my waist pulling my pants down and tossing them to the floor as he spread my thighs apart revealing my very wet and exposed underwear "your so wet" he said with a smirk on his face
"Say please, and I'll give you what you want", he says while looking into my eyes, holding eye contact.
"Please", I say as I stare into his dark brown eyes.
"Please, what?" he asks
"Please, Daddy," I say again, a little louder this time.
Damien POV
thinking to myself: I know I shouldn't do this because she's my best friend's little sister and he would kill me for doing this to his little sister, but I still couldn't restrain myself after hearing her say please. As I spread her legs open on the bed lowering my head down kissing her all her wet spots as a slight moan slipped from her mouth, I'm pulling her panties down throwing them on the floor I ran my fingers along her chin before sticking my index finger and my middle finger in her mouth she sucks on my two of my fingers I remove them from her mouth as her saliva dripping off my two fingers , as I’m lowering them in between her legs slowly pushing them into her tight pussy she lets out a moan going in and out slowly she throbs around my fingers.
Vanessa blurted out "Faster", followed by a loud moan.
She was so perfect. I loved the way she looks while she takes my fingers. I thrust my fingers into her faster, her eyes widened at the sudden warm sensations in her stomach. I took my thumb and started doing slow circles on her throbbing clit. She mutters out "I'm gonna cum!" before letting out an loud moan she reaches her climax i slowly remove my fingers and having a taste of her for myself sucking her sweet juices off my fingers she sit up on the bed grabbing a hold of my hand flipping me to the bed as her hands run along my body then grabs my hand and licks the remaining juices off my fingers as she finishes licking her juices off my fingers she begins to run her hand along my V-line making her way to my cock as she looks me in the eyes while she playing with my cock as I'm getting harder the pressure starts to build up filling my cock with veins
she new what to do she lowers down kissing along my happy trail before licking the tip of my cock swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock sucking all the pre cum off my tip she teasing me and its working as she lowers her head my cock fills her mouth and the sound that she makes while she sucks me off makes me even harder as i come to a stop when i hear her say "fuck me" while looking up at me
Vanessa POV
"fuck me", I say, lifting my head slowly from his cock, then looking up at him.
"Beg for it," he says while looking back into her eyes.
"Please fuck me", I said, not giving it a second thought.
"Again," he says with a smirk on his face.
"Please fuck me, daddy, " I said for the second time.
after hearing that he grabs my hand pulling me up in front of him and lifting me up like i weighted nothing to him as he placed me onto his lap he started kissing down my neck as i slowly started to grind on him he let out a grunt then slowly moving his hand to my shirt as he started kissing up my collar bone before taking off my bra and massaging my breast i let out a slight moan as he started sucking my breast moving from one to another moving his hands back down to my waist wrapping his arm around as he lifts me up using his other hand to placing his cock at my entrance as i lower down on his cock slowly taking every bit of him as i start to ride on him before he flips us
Now my back is pressed up against the edge of the bed as he thrusted his cock in and out of me, his cock harder than before, slowly pushing me over the edge. Before reaching our climax, he slowly pulls his cock out of me while looking down at me.
"On your knees", he says in a deep tone.
As I push myself off the bed, now standing in front of him slowly kneel down in front of him
"Good girl", he says while dragging the tip of his cock along my jaw before sliding it into my mouth.
As my tongue circles around the tip of his cock, a loud groan slipped from his mouth as he cummed in my mouth, letting out a loud groan.
I hoped you liked it. It was my first short story, and I tried to fix the errors as best as I could.
