hai could you write something about vampire bf sohee who constantly resists the temptation to bite you and taste your blood because he doesn't want to hurt you :( ?
you accidentally cut yourself and then he licks your bleeding finger, he goes feral for your taste wanting more. sohee fucks you and finally bites your neck sucking your blood, apologizing when you cry in pain (he doesn't kill you but you pass out (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞)
a/n: uhh idk if this was supa good but i tried i promisee !!
sohee spent every single day holding himself back, treating you like you were made of fragile glass. he loved you so much it physically hurt him, but being a vampire meant his instincts were constantly at war with his heart. every time he held you close, he had to ignore the loud, rhythm of your heart beating in your chest, the hot blood pumping through your veins, and the sweet, warm scent of your skin that drove him out of his mind. he swore to himself he would never hurt you, never mark you, no matter how hungry he got.
until you were in his kitchen, chopping up fruit for the two of you, and the knife slipped.
"ow!" you hissed, dropping the knife onto the counter.
the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood hit the air instantly. sohee was across the apartment before you could even catch your breath, his tall frame suddenly looming right beside you. his eyes, usually soft and gentle, were already darkening into a deep, pitch black.
"baby— what happened?" his voice was strained, a low raspy rumble as his gaze locked onto your hand.
a bright drop of red was welling up on the tip of your index finger. you held it up, wincing. "i slipped, it's just a little cut—"
sohee didn't listen.
he grabbed your wrist, his fingers trembling, and before you could step back, he pulled your bleeding finger straight to his mouth.
his warm, wet tongue slid over the cut, licking away the crimson bead in one slow, deliberate stroke.
the second your blood touched his tongue, sohee froze.
a low, guttural groan tore from his throat. it was over for him. the taste was intoxicating—sweeter and richer than anything he had ever imagined, flooding his senses and completely snapping the iron control he had kept for months.
his eyes snapped up to yours, completely blown out, his fangs elongating and pressing against his bottom lip.
"fuck" he rasped, his grip on your wrist tightening as he pulled you against his chest, backing you up until your thigh hit the counter.
"fuck, you taste so good... i can't— i can't stop."
he didn't wait for a response. sohee captured your lips in a wild, desperate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of your blood mixed with your warmth.
you whined into his mouth, your hands flying to his shoulders as he lifted you easily, setting you down on the edge of the kitchen counter and crowding right between your thighs.
his big hands ripped at your clothes, frantic and needy, completely abandoning his usual gentle touch. he needed to be inside you, needed to feel you wrap around him while your blood was still humming hot through your veins. he unzipped his pants with a heavy rasp, positioning himself at your entrance and shoving deep inside you with one long, unyielding thrust.
you gasped, a sharp cry leaving your lips at the sudden fullness, your fingers digging into the muscle of his back.
"sohee—" you whimpered, your head falling back against the cabinet doors.
"you're so tight, baby" he groaned against your neck, his hips rolling into a fast, punishing rhythm that made the counter rattle.
"i've been so good for you, haven't i? tried so hard not to ruin you... but you smell so fucking good."
his thrusts were deep, steady, and relentless, pounding into you until your knees were shaking and tears of intensity started gathering at the corners of your eyes.
every time his hips slammed against yours, you sobbed out his name, clenching around him so tight it drove him insane.
he leaned up, his dark eyes visualing the pulse fluttering in your throat. the scent of your sweat and blood was driving him completely feral.
"i need more" he growled, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. "let me taste you, baby. please, let me take a little bit..."
before you could even process his words, sohee sank his sharp fangs straight into the side of your neck.
a high, broken scream ripped from your throat—a sharp, searing pain as his teeth pierced your skin. your heels dug into his back, your chest heaving as he began to suck, his throat swallowing greedily while his hips kept up the brutal, rhythmic pounding below.
"ah— sohee! it hurts— please—" you sobbed, crying out as the sensation of him taking your blood sent intense, dizzying sparks straight through your core.
the moment he heard you cry, his vampire instincts clashed with his love for you.
he started whimpering against your skin, his tongue soothing over the wound even as his fangs stayed buried deep, swallowing every drop he could get.
"i'm sorry... i'm so sorry, baby" he gasped out between desperate, heavy thrusts, his voice breaking with genuine distress.
"i'm sorry... you just taste so sweet... so good for me..."
he pounded into you harder, chasing his peak as he drank from you, the loss of blood making your head feel light, floaty, and heavy all at once. the pleasure was slight as the pain started blurring into an unbearable, euphoric heat that made your vision spot.
sohee hit that perfect spot deep inside you, and a shattered, breathless moan escaped you as your body went into a violent, shaking orgasm, clenching around him like a vise. that broke him—sohee growled loudly, burying himself to the hilt and cumming hard inside you, his throat working as he took one last deep pull of your blood.
slowly, he pulled his fangs out, licking the puncture wounds clean to help them stop bleeding. he kept his body pressed tight to yours, breathing heavily, his hands gently holding your face.
your eyes were fluttering shut, your body completely limp and exhausted in his arms, the blood loss and intense release finally catching up to you.
"baby? hey, stay with me..." sohee whispered softly, his voice full of panicked devotion now that the bloodlust had cleared. he pressed soft, lingering kisses all over your cheeks, your forehead, and your wet lips, holding your small frame close to his chest.
you couldn't stay awake, letting out one last weak whimpering breath before passing out completely against his shoulder.
sohee wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you off the counter and carrying you toward the bed like you were the most precious thing in the world. he laid you down gently, pulling the covers over your bare skin, and pressed his lips to your freshly marked neck, whispering endless apologies and soft, loving promises into the quiet room as he held you close all night.
anton is behind you on the bed, chest pressed to your back, one hand wrapped loosely around your throat while the other keeps you spread open on his cock. he’s already inside you, deep and steady, fucking you in slow rolls of his hips that make soft wet sounds every time he bottoms out. sohee is in front of you on his knees, mouth on yours, hands roaming everywhere; your breasts, your waist, the place where anton is stretching you open.
“you ready for both of us?” anton murmurs against your ear, voice low and a little rough. “been thinking about this. watching sohee take you while i’m still inside.”
you nod, already shaky. sohee pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark and focused.
“tell us if it’s too much,” he says softly, but his hands are already reaching for the lube. he coats his fingers first, then carefully presses one into you alongside anton’s cock. the stretch makes you gasp. anton groans at the extra tightness and holds still so sohee can work you open.
“that’s it,” anton whispers, kissing the side of your neck. “relax for us. you’re doing so well.”
sohee adds a second finger, then a third, slow and patient, scissoring carefully while anton stays buried. every time you make a sound they both react. anton with a soft “shh, you’re okay,” sohee with a quiet “good girl, just like that.” by the time sohee pulls his fingers out you’re dripping and trembling between them.
he lines up. the head of his cock presses against you right next to where anton is already filling you. for a second the pressure feels impossible.
“breathe,” anton reminds you, one hand stroking your stomach. “push out a little. let him in.”
sohee sinks in slowly. the stretch is intense. full, overwhelming, almost too much. you cry out and both of them freeze, hands stroking whatever skin they can reach.
“you’re okay,” sohee soothes, voice tight from how tight you are around both of them. “we’ve got you. just take a second.”
you do. when the burn eases into something hotter they start moving.
anton goes first. small, careful thrusts that make sohee’s cock drag against his inside you. then sohee begins to move too, finding a rhythm that works with anton’s. it’s messy and deep and so full you can barely think. every thrust from one of them pushes you harder onto the other. the wet sounds are filthy. the feeling of both of them sliding against each other inside you is almost too much.
“fuck,” anton breathes against your neck. “you’re so tight like this. taking both of us so well.”
sohee leans in and kisses you, swallowing the soft broken sounds you’re making. one of his hands finds your clit, rubbing steady circles while they fuck you together. the dual stimulation makes your thighs shake.
“look at you,” sohee murmurs against your mouth. “stuffed full of us. so pretty like this.”
they keep the pace deep and controlled at first, letting you adjust, but once you’re moaning freely and pushing back onto them they start moving harder. anton’s grip on your throat tightens just enough to make your head go floaty. sohee’s fingers on your clit get more insistent. every thrust punches a high, desperate sound out of you.
“gonna come?” anton asks, voice rough. “wanna feel you squeeze both of us when you do.”
you nod frantically. they don’t slow down. sohee’s fingers work faster, anton thrusts deeper, and the pressure builds until you break with a loud, shaky cry, clenching hard around both of them. the way you flutter and tighten makes both of them groan.
anton finishes first, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, punched-out sound. the extra wetness makes sohee’s thrusts even slicker. he lasts only a little longer before he comes too, forehead pressed to yours, hips stuttering as he fills you from the other side.
for a long moment none of you move.
you’re shaking between them, completely full, completely wrecked. anton presses soft kisses to your shoulder while sohee carefully strokes your hair, both of them still buried inside you.
“…you did so well,” sohee whispers.
anton just hums in agreement, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close.
they stay like that until you stop trembling.
only then do they carefully pull out, one after the other, and gather you between them on the bed, cleaning you up with soft hands and quieter praise.
ⓘ : app-controlled / remote vibrator, public play / semi-public teasing, orgasm control / edging, mild public risk, condescending / teasing dirty talk, power imbalance (him fully in control), overstimulation risk, cute / desperate reader reactions
👼🏻 : not a request but i decided to post this :3
he’s got the app open on his phone the second you sit down next to him on the couch.
you’re wearing one of his hoodies and soft shorts, still a little pink in the face from when he made you put the little pink toy in earlier. it sits snug inside you, quiet for now. anton hasn’t turned it on yet. he’s just scrolling through the settings with one hand while his other arm rests along the back of the couch behind you.
“you ready?” he asks, voice soft. he’s already smiling that small, mean little smile he gets when he’s about to be mean in the nicest way.
you nod, small. “don’t make it too strong at first…”
“i know, baby.” he leans in and kisses the side of your head. “i’ll be nice. at first.”
he taps the screen.
the vibrator comes to life on the lowest setting, just a gentle, steady buzz deep inside you. your breath hitches. your thighs press together on instinct. anton watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded and fond.
“there she is,” he murmurs. “my cute girl. already reacting so much.”
he lets it stay on low for a while, just watching the way you shift and bite your lip. every time you make a tiny sound he looks even more pleased. after a minute he slowly drags the intensity up one level. the buzz gets stronger. your hand flies to his thigh.
“anton—”
“shh. you’re okay.” he keeps his eyes on the app, thumb hovering over the slider. “just feel it. i wanna see how long you can stay quiet.”
you try. you really do. but when he bumps it up again the sound that leaves you is soft and high and completely involuntary. he laughs under his breath, quiet and warm, and leans over to kiss the corner of your mouth.
“so cute,” he whispers. “look at you. little toy inside you and you’re already melting.”
he starts playing with the patterns. switches from steady to a slow pulse. then a sharper one. every change makes you jolt or whimper or grab at his shirt. he never looks away from your face for long. he seems to love every single reaction.
“too much?” he asks when he turns it up higher and your hips twitch hard against the couch.
you shake your head quickly, even though your eyes are getting glassy. “n-no… just— ah— feels strong—”
“i know.” he strokes your hair with his free hand, still adjusting the app with the other. “you’re taking it so well. my good girl. so pretty when you get all shaky like this.”
he keeps you like that for a long time, teasing the intensity up and down, switching patterns whenever you start to get used to one. sometimes he leaves it on a mean, constant buzz until you’re properly squirming and soft little “please”s start slipping out. sometimes he turns it almost all the way down just to watch you chase the feeling with tiny frustrated movements of your hips.
“begging already?” he coos when you finally look at him with wet eyes. “we’ve barely started. i can keep this up for hours if i want.”
you make a soft, desperate sound and he kisses it off your mouth, still smiling.
eventually he sets the vibrator to a strong, steady rhythm and locks the phone so you can’t see the screen. then he just holds you while it works, one arm around your waist, the other hand stroking your thigh, watching every little tremble and whimper like it’s his favorite show.
“you’re doing so good,” he keeps whispering. “so cute for me. take it a little longer. wanna see you come just from this.”
when you finally do it’s with a soft broken cry against his neck, thighs shaking, hands fisted in his shirt. the vibrator is still going. he doesn’t turn it off right away. he just holds you through the aftershocks, pressing kisses to your hair, murmuring soft praise while the toy keeps buzzing inside your oversensitive body.
“that’s my girl,” he says quietly, finally lowering the intensity to something gentle. “so perfect. so cute when you come on the toy i control.”
he leaves it on low while you catch your breath, still tucked against his side, completely soft and wrecked.
and every time you twitch he just smiles, glances at the app, and decides whether to be nice or mean next.
𓈒. ݂۫ ᰷ ✚ 𝄞 𓈒
you’re sitting across from him at the little café near the company building when your phone buzzes once in your pocket.
it’s not a message.
anton is looking at his own phone under the table, completely calm, iced americano in front of him like nothing is happening. then the vibrator inside you clicks on.
low, steady, just enough to make your thighs press together under the table.
your eyes snap up to his.
he doesn’t even look at you at first. he just takes a slow sip of his drink, then finally glances over with that soft little smile.
“you okay?” he asks, voice normal volume. polite. “you look a little warm.”
you nod quickly, trying to keep your face neutral. the buzz is gentle but constant, sitting right against the spot that makes it hard to think. anton watches you for another second, then taps his screen once.
the pattern changes. slow pulses instead of steady. each one makes your breath hitch.
“anton—” you whisper, barely moving your lips.
“hmm?” he tilts his head, still looking perfectly innocent. “something wrong, baby?”
you shake your head. your hands are clenched in your lap. across the café someone laughs. a staff member walks past with a tray. the vibrator keeps pulsing inside you like it has all the time in the world.
he lets it stay on that setting while he actually carries on a normal conversation, asking about your schedule, complaining softly about practice, completely unbothered. every time your eyes flutter or your fingers tighten around your cup he looks a little more pleased.
then he turns it up.
the sudden jump in intensity makes you jolt. your knee bumps the table. anton’s foot gently presses down on top of yours under the table, warm and steadying.
“careful,” he murmurs, still smiling. “people will notice if you’re too obvious.”
you glare at him as best you can while your face is getting hotter by the second. he just chuckles under his breath and takes another sip, thumb clearly still moving on the app.
he keeps you there for almost twenty minutes.
sometimes low enough that you can almost pretend it’s nothing. sometimes high enough that you have to bite the inside of your cheek and stare very hard at the table. every time someone walks by too close he drops the intensity just enough that you don’t make a sound, then ramps it back up once they’re gone like it’s a game.
“you’re doing so well,” he says quietly at one point, leaning forward like he’s just telling you a secret. “my cute girl. sitting here all pretty with a toy buzzing inside her and still trying to look normal. so good for me.”
your eyes get a little shiny. he notices. of course he does. he softens the pattern for a few seconds as a reward, then makes it meaner again once you’ve recovered.
by the time he finally pays and stands up your legs feel unsteady. he slips an arm around your waist like a normal boyfriend and guides you out of the café, phone still in his other hand.
the second you’re on the quieter side street he bumps the intensity up high for just a few seconds. enough to make you gasp and grab his jacket then drops it back down while he laughs softly against your hair.
“almost home,” he promises, voice warm and a little mean. “be good for a little longer. then i’ll let you come.”
he keeps the toy on the whole walk back.
and the whole time his thumb never really leaves the app.
𓈒. ݂۫ ᰷ ✚ 𝄞 𓈒
the second you’re on the quieter side street he bumps the intensity up high for just a few seconds. enough to make you gasp and grab his jacket then drops it back down while he laughs softly against your hair.
“almost home,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it as comfort.
he keeps the toy on a mean, pulsing setting the entire walk. every time you start to adjust or get used to it he changes the pattern without looking at you. sharp bursts. long low drones. sudden spikes that make your steps stutter.
“anton—” you whisper, voice tight. “please, it’s too much while we’re walking—”
“walk normally.” his arm stays around your waist, casual and steady, like he’s just a boyfriend walking his girlfriend home. his other hand is in his pocket with the phone. “people are still around. if you start looking weird someone’s gonna notice.”
you try. you really do. but when he turns it up again your knees go a little weak and you have to lean harder into him. he just adjusts his grip and keeps walking at the same unbothered pace.
“you’re doing so cute right now,” he murmurs, almost conversational. “all shaky and trying so hard to be good. i can feel you twitching every time i change it.”
“turn it down,” you beg quietly. “just a little. please.”
he glances at you, eyes soft and completely unsympathetic. “no.”
another sharp pulse hits and you bite down on a whimper. he makes a small, pleased sound.
“see? you can take it. my good girl can take a little more.” he waits until a couple passes you on the sidewalk before he ramps it higher again, right when you’re trying to look normal. the sudden intensity makes your breath catch audibly. he pretends not to notice.
“anton, i’m serious—”
“so am i.” his thumb moves on the screen again. the vibrator switches to a relentless, steady high that makes your whole body tense. “we’re only five minutes away. you can handle five minutes. or do you want me to make it edge for the rest of the walk instead?”
you shake your head quickly, eyes already wet. he smiles like that’s the answer he wanted.
he doesn’t ease up once.
every time your breathing gets too uneven he gives you two seconds of mercy, then puts it right back where it was. every time you grab at his sleeve he just pats your hand and keeps walking. when you finally start properly trembling against his side he leans in close to your ear, voice low and warm and mean.
“look at you. can’t even walk straight anymore and we’re still in public. so desperate already. i haven’t even touched you yet.”
you make a soft, frustrated sound that turns into a whimper when he bumps the intensity one last time. he laughs under his breath, completely delighted.
“almost there, baby. hold it in. if you come on the street i’m going to be so disappointed in you.”
you don’t come.
but it’s a near thing.
by the time he finally unlocks the dorm door your legs are shaking and your face is hot and there are tears on your lashes from how long he’s kept you on edge. he ushers you inside, closes the door, and only then only then does he turn the vibrator down to a low, almost gentle buzz.
he cups your face with his free hand, still looking completely calm.
“good girl,” he says softly. “you did so well. now get on the bed. i’m not turning it off yet.”
I really want some dry hump with mean daddy Sungchan, he is so big and would let a lot of marks with his hands :(
tw: dry humping, mean dom! sungchan, praising, daddy kink
sungchan didn't even let you make it past the foot of his bed before his hand clamped around your wrist, yanking you backward so fast your heels skittered over the floor.
he was in one of those moods tonight—heavy, quiet, and completely unyielding. he’d spent the whole day dealing with practice, tired and irritated, and the moment he got you behind his locked door, all that pent-up, possessive energy came crashing down on you.
"where do you think you're going?" he rasped, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that made your knees instantly feel like lead.
before you could answer, his big hands gripped your waist—his long fingers digging deep into the soft skin right above your hips, pressing in so hard you knew the outline of his grip would be blooming into deep purple bruises by tomorrow morning. he lifted you effortlessly, tossing you onto the center of the mattress before crawling right over you, his massive, broad frame completely blocking out the room.
he didn't take off a single piece of clothing. he was still wearing his heavy, oversized sweatpants and a thick cotton shirt, but the sheer weight of him pressing down on you was overwhelming.
"sungchan— wait, let me at least—"
"no" he growled, his hand moving from your waist up to your throat, not choking you, but applying just enough firm, heavy pressure to keep your head pinned back into the pillows.
"we're keeping everything on. you don't get to have it easy tonight, baby. daddy just wants to grind you into the mattress until you're sobbing."
he shifted his weight, aligning himself directly over you. even through two layers of fabric, the solid, thick heat of him pressing blunt against your center sent a sharp spark straight down your spine.
sungchan let out a low, dark hum at the gasp that tore from your throat. he didn't give you time to adjust; he settled his full, heavy weight onto your hips and started rolling his hips in a slow, brutal, punishing rhythm. the friction of his heavy sweatpants dragging against your shorts was intense, a dry, hot pressure that built up way too fast.
"fuck, look at you" sungchan whispered, his dark eyes fixed on your face with an unblinking, hungry intensity as his hips kept up that relentless, heavy roll. "already trembling under me. you haven't even touched me yet and you're already breaking."
"channie, please... it's too much—" you whined, your hands coming up to grip his thick forearms, trying to push him up just a fraction to catch your breath.
sungchan just laughed—a dry, low sound in his chest—and effortlessly pinned both of your wrists above your head with just one of his massive hands. his fingers wrapped around your wrists like iron cuffs, squeezing just hard enough to leave distinct red bands around your skin.
with his free hand, he reached down to grip your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force as he pulled your leg higher around his hip, opening you up even more to the brutal friction.
"it's supposed to be too much" he purred right against your ear, his teeth grazing over your jawline before he bit down hard enough to make you cry out. "you wanted daddy, didn't you? you wanted me to take care of you? well, this is how i take care of you. hold still and take it."
he sped up, his thrusts turning fast, heavy, and completely relentless. the impact of his hips slamming against yours made the entire bed creak, the dry friction through your clothes driving you completely out of your mind. you couldn't move, couldn't pull away, trapped beneath his massive body while his thumb rubbed over your hip bone, pressing down hard enough to leave another lasting mark.
"such a good girl" he praised softly, his tone dripping with possessive authority as he felt your body start to tense, your hips mindlessly rising to meet his cadence.
"look how good you take daddy's weight. gonna leave my hands all over you tonight so you remember exactly who you belong to when you wake up tomorrow."
your entire body went rigid, a sharp, choked sob breaking from your lips as a wave of dry, intense pleasure crashed over you, your thighs shaking violently under his hold.
sungchan didn't stop. he kept grinding into you right through your release, his heavy hips riding out every single tremor of your body until you were completely spent, breathless and weeping into the pillows beneath him.
only when your shaking slowed down did he lean down, pressing a heavy, lingering kiss to your forehead while his hand stayed firmly bruised into your hip, keeping you completely pinned beneath him.
ⓘ : soft daddy kink, heavy praise, slight ageplay themes (if you want to interpret it that way..?), fingering, cowgirl, creampie, very soft / gentle sex, clinginess, vocal / whiny reader, aftercare
👼🏻 : requested :3 i need my rose toy.
he’s got you the second you pad over to him.
anton opens his arms without a word and you crawl straight into them, tucking yourself against his chest like you belong there. he wraps you up immediately, one big hand cradling the back of your head, the other rubbing slow warm circles on your back.
“hi, baby,” he murmurs into your hair. “my pretty little girl. you came to sit with daddy, hm?”
you nod, already small. “hi…”
he smiles against your hair. “that’s my good girl.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, then another to your temple. “come here. let daddy take care of you.”
he shifts you carefully until you’re straddling one of his thighs, still hugging him tightly. you don’t loosen your arms even a little. his hand slides down your stomach and into your soft shorts, then under your panties, cupping you gently.
“warm already,” he says, voice so fond it makes your chest ache. “my sweet baby. you’re always so soft for daddy.”
he strokes you slowly, carefully, two fingers sliding through your folds. when he presses one finger inside you let out a tiny shaky sound and bury your face harder in his neck.
“ah… daddy—”
“you’re okay,” he soothes, kissing your hair. “daddy’s got you. just relax. let me make you feel good.”
he works you open so patiently. one finger, then two, curling them gently while his thumb rubs slow circles over your clit. every time the pleasure sparks you make soft little noises against his skin. tiny whimpers and gasps and quiet “daddy”s that make his chest rumble with approval.
“such a good girl,” he whispers. “listen to those sweet sounds. taking daddy’s fingers so well. my perfect little baby. you’re doing so good. just hold onto me.”
“feels nice,” you breathe, voice small and a little shaky. “daddy, it feels… ah—”
“i know, princess. i know.” he keeps the same gentle rhythm, patient and warm, until you’re properly whimpering and shifting in his lap. “you close, baby? you wanna come on daddy’s fingers like a good girl?”
you nod frantically against him, arms tightening. “please— please, daddy, i wanna—”
“go ahead, baby. come for me. daddy’s right here.”
you come with a soft, broken little cry, “daddy—” spilling out of you as you shake in his arms. he works you through it carefully, never stopping the soft kisses or the praise.
“that’s it. that’s my girl. so perfect. so precious. daddy’s so proud of you. listen to how sweet you sound.”
when you go limp against him he carefully pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his shirt. then he helps you up so you’re properly straddling his hips. you can feel how hard he is. he guides himself to your entrance with one hand while the other stays steady on your lower back.
“nice and slow,” he soothes. “take your time, baby. hug daddy as tight as you need. i’m not going anywhere.”
you sink down carefully, arms still wrapped around his shoulders. the stretch makes you whimper louder this time.
“ah— daddy, it’s big—”
“you’re okay. you’re okay. you’re taking me so well. my brave little girl. that’s it… all the way. such a good baby for daddy.”
when you’re fully seated he stays still for a long moment, just holding you. only when you give a tiny nod and a quiet “please…” does he start guiding your hips in a slow, gentle rock.
it’s soft. so soft. every movement is careful and deep and warm. you stay glued to him the entire time, face buried in his neck, arms locked around him. soft little sounds keep spilling out of you with every slow roll of your hips. tiny gasps and whimpers and his name in that small sweet voice.
“perfect,” he whispers against your hair. “you’re perfect. listen to my pretty girl. so vocal for daddy. holding on so tight. daddy loves when you get like this. so clingy. so soft. so mine.”
“daddy—” you breathe, voice high and shaky. “feels so good… don’t stop, please—”
“i won’t. i’m right here. not going anywhere. my sweet little girl. my perfect baby. keep making those pretty sounds for me.”
you do. you can’t help it. every gentle thrust pulls another soft, needy little noise out of you while you cling to him like he’s the only solid thing in the world. he answers every single one with more praise, more kisses, more gentle hands stroking your back and hair.
“that’s it, baby. just like that. use daddy however you need. i’ve got you. i’ve always got you.”
when you come again it’s with a soft sob of his name, face still pressed to his skin, arms squeezing him as tight as you can. he follows soon after with a low, warm groan, holding you flush against him as he finishes inside you, still murmuring sweet things into your hair while you make tiny leftover whimpers against his neck.
“good girl. such a good girl. daddy’s got you. daddy’s so proud of you. my pretty little girl… listen to you. still making those sweet little sounds even after. so precious.”
he doesn’t make you move after. he just stays inside you, soft and warm, arms wrapped around your back while you keep hugging him tightly, completely small and safe in his lap, occasionally letting out a tiny content sound that makes him smile into your hair.
“i’ve got you,” he whispers, over and over. “daddy’s got you. always.”
woow killer Anton fic was sooo good , do you have any fics coming up , maybe something with airport crush Anton who you end up traveling together , he is a stalker and his true feeling shows up at the end of the travel
think i lowkey cooked here chat...
tw: stalker! anton x reader, non-consensual surveillance, manipulative behavior, forced intimacy, implied kidnapdark themes, yes.
a/n: iCOOKED SO BADDD OHMYGAWD IM LOWKEY SO PROUD OF THIS
it started at gate B12.
you’d been sitting there for three hours waiting out a delayed flight to tokyo, completely miserable, nursing an iced coffee that had melted into greyish water. that’s when he sat down across from you. he was hard to miss—ridiculously tall, wearing a thick black knit sweater and headphones draped around his long neck, dark messy hair falling into his eyes. he looked like a quiet, effortless print model who had accidentally ended up in an economy boarding area.
you’d tried not to stare, but every time you glanced up from your phone, you caught his dark eyes already resting on you. he didn't look away when you caught him, either. he just gave you this tiny, shy smile that made your cheeks burn, quickly looking down at his passport like he was embarrassed.
by the time boarding started, it felt like a cheesy rom-com when you realized he was standing right behind you in line. and when you finally reached row 14 and saw him sliding his carry-on into the overhead bin right above your seat, you couldn't help the nervous chuckle that escaped you.
"no way" you murmured, looking up at him.
anton looked down at you, his eyes widening in what looked like genuine, boyish surprise. "seat 14b?" he asked, his voice low, quiet, and slightly raspy from the cold terminal air. "i think i'm right next to you."
that twelve-hour flight was the best travel experience of your life.
anton was quiet, but so unbelievably sweet. he helped you put your heavy bag away, offered you his extra blanket when the AC started blasting, and shared his split-wired headphones so you could watch movies together on his tablet. he told you he was a music student traveling solo for a quick vacation before his next semester started. you ended up talking for hours, your shoulders touching in the narrow seats, laughing quietly into the dark cabin while everyone else slept.
when you landed in tokyo, it felt natural to stay together. you were both alone, both staying in the same general area of shibuya—what a crazy coincidence, you had thought—so you decided to explore the city together.
for four days, anton was the perfect travel companion. he walked on the street side of the sidewalk, carried your heavy shopping bags without you even asking, and took stunning, candid photos of you in front of the neon signs and quiet shrines. he was so attentive, so gentle. he’d reach out to subtly guide you through crowded crosswalks, his large, warm hand resting at the small of your back, sending electricity straight down your spine. you were falling for your airport crush so hard it almost scared you.
it was the last night of the trip when the illusion completely shattered.
you were back at his high-rise hotel room, packing up the small souvenirs you’d bought together before your morning flight back home. anton was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windoow, looking out over the glowing skyline of the city, a quiet glass of water in his hand.
"i really don't want to go back tomorrow" you confessed softly, folding a jacket into your suitcase on the bed. "it feels like a dream. i can't believe we just happened to sit next to each other at the gate."
anton didn't answer right away. the silence in the room stretched out, heavy and strange, replacing the cozy atmosphere you’d shared all week.
"anton?" you asked, looking up.
he turned around slow. the soft, shy boy from the airport was gone. his tall frame blocked out the city lights behind him, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unblinking, heavy intensity that made the hair on your arms stand up.
"we didn't just happen to sit together" he said softly, his voice dead calm, devoid of any of the hesitation he usually had.
you paused, a nervous laugh bubbling up in your throat "what do you mean?"
anton set his glass down on the nightstand with a quiet click. he walked over to the bed, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small, sleek black notebook. he tossed it gently onto the mattress next to your hands.
"open it" he murmured, standing towering over you, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets.
with trembling fingers, you picked up the notebook and flipped it open.
your stomach dropped into a bottomless pit.
the pages weren't filled with music notes or travel itineraries. they were filled with you.
there were grainy, high-resolution printed photos of you taken weeks—months—ago. photos of you leaving your apartment building in the morning. photos of you sitting in your local coffee shop. photos of your weekly schedule, handwritten in his neat, precise script. flight itineraries, seat assignment charts, and a printed receipt showing he had paid three times the normal ticket price to swap seats with a stranger just so he could sit in 14a next to you.
"you... you've been following me?" you whispered, your voice cracking, your eyes frantically scanning the pages. there were notes on what time you slept, what clothes you wore, what coffee you ordered.
"i've been watching you for six months" anton corrected gently, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours. his big, warm hand reached out, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, heavy and possessive. "you're so clumsy, you know. you never look around when you walk. you never notice who's standing behind you at the crosswalk."
"anton, stop, this isn't— you're scaring me—" you gasped, scrambling backward on the mattress, but his grip instantly tightened on your jaw, holding you firmly in place.
"scaring you?" he repeated, his eyes dark, hungry, and completely devoid of the sweet boy mask he’d worn all week. "why? because i took care of you? because i made sure you got to the gate safely? i spent thousands of dollars, planned this entire trip down to the second, just so you would look at me the way you've been looking at me for the past four days."
he leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin while you sat there shaking, trapped under his massive frame.
"you fell in love with me on that plane" he whispered, a small, dark smirk finally tugging at his lips as his free hand moved down to grip your waist, pinning you flush against him. "you loved how attentive i was. you loved how i held your hand. that wasn't a lie... it was just me finally taking what's mine. and tomorrow, when we fly back home? you're coming straight to my apartment. we're never going to be apart again."
anton wasted no time connecting his lips to yours when you two got to his apartment, kissing you like he's waited his whole life for this moment.
"anton," you break the kiss, looking up at anton whos breathless.
"yes?" anton places another kiss to your lips, not letting you get a word out.
"is your roommate home?" you talk between kisses, anton sliding his tongue in your mouth and swirling it with yours.
"nope"
"good"
anton leads you into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. you sit on his bed, watching as he walks over to you. once he's closer in reach you pull him to you by his belt loops. he leans down to place a soft kiss onto your lips. his weight on you pushes you back onto the bed, laying down fully now while you and anton continue to make out.
antons lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, hands reaching your hips and running under your shirt. he grabs at your waist while he sucks and licks down your neck, sure to leave his mark on you.
"take this off?" anton says it like a question, testing the waters with how far you two are gonna go tonight. you nod your head, reaching for the hem of your shirt. anton helps you with taking it off, and he quickly finds his way between your chest with his mouth, sucking at your breasts like his life depends on it.
"eager much?" you joke, and anton looks up at you and nods. he cant deny how much he's wanted you, and to have you here in his bed right now, he was going to take advantage of the moment as much as possible.
"can i eat you out?" he asks excitedly with his cute puppy eyes, clearly set on eating you out. the thought sends a pulse through you, already wet from just making out. you nod your head with a small mhm. anton continues kissing down your body, stopping when he gets to the hem of your pants. he pulls them down slowly, looking into your eyes the entire time.
you were so entranced at the sight of anton pulling down your pants you almost didn't feel him spreading your legs. he sits at the edge of the bed in between your body, leaning down until he's face to face with your pussy. he places a kiss onto your clit through your underwear, feeling the bud pulse on his lips as he does so. he slides your panties off and dives right into you. he flatten tongue on your clit, lapping at the bud making you moan instantly. he just started and it was already to much for you.
"a-anton- fuck" you moan loudly, back arching off the bed as anton sucks on your clit. anton moans, sending vibrations through your core and stimulating you even more.
"you taste so good baby" anton mumbles before latching his lips back onto your clit, licking and sucking so deliciously you knew you weren't gonna last much longer. your hands go from gripping the sheets to gripping his hair, fingers tangled in his strands and pulling hard. it only makes him moan into you even more.
"im gonna cum anton" you hiss, grinding your pussy on his face while you pull him closer onto you. a low cum for me leaves anton and that's all you need for the band to snap, seeing stars as you cum in antons mouth, your whole body shakes and you moan loudly.
anton continues to eat you out until you're pushing his head off of you. he smiles at you with your juices covering the bottom half of his face, and you feel your face getting hot from the sight. "do you think you can take another?" anton sits up and you can see the very prominent buldge in his pants. you feel hot thinking about what's under those boxers. you nod your head, mouth dry from having it open for so long and feeling like you wont be able to get a word out.
you watch as anton steps off the bed to take off his pants, gawking at his finally fully naked body. god. he was so hot. anton gets back on the bed, reaching next to you into his bedside table, grabbing a condom. he looks at you while he slides it on, a small hiss leaving his lips at the contact.
anton lines himself up with your cunt, looking at you for consent one last time with his puppy eyes.
"ready?"
"ready."
you moan as anton finally slides into you, feeling full instantly from just the tip. anton moans at the feeling of your warmth, squeezing him as he inches into you fully. "fuck yn, you feel so good" anton buries his face in your neck, you feel his breath on your skin and it gives you goosebumps.
"please move," you whine, not able to take the stillness any longer. anton follows orders, moving his hips back just to push back into you. his pace is slow for a bit while you get used to him before he picks up the pace, fucking into you with purpose. you clench around anton and his hips stutter a bit, letting out a moan right into your ear.
anton sits up, arms hooked around your legs to keep you spread open for him. you can feel anton deeper this way, his cock hitting spots you didn't even know could be hit.
"you're taking me so well baby," antons voice is low, making your mouth water and all you can think is anton, anton, anton. anton spreads you impossibly further, and your brain has officially turned into mush. the simple praise has you sinking into the bed, hands reaching for antons hands. he lets one hand off of your leg to intertwine it with yours, and you're immediately squeezing his hand incredibly tight from all the pleasure you're receiving.
"anton- im close" you feel like you could cry from the stimulation the closer you get to cumming. you weren't expecting anton to be so good at sex, the way he acts around you you'd think he'd be a virgin who's never felt the touch of a woman before. but now all you can think about is all the woman he's probably touched in order to be so experienced.
"go ahead baby, i got you" anton coos at you, taking his hand that's holding yours and moving it down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles until you're reaching your second orgasm of the night. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body locks up, cumming hard around anton. antons orgasm follows you shortly, riding out the after shocks of your orgasm while anton empties himself out into the condom, pushing deep into you as he cums.
you both let out a whine when anton pulls out of you, the loss of contact leaving you empty and leaving anton cold. you close your eyes briefly while anton cleans himself off and cleans you off as well, only opening them back up when you feel him get back in the bed next to you.
"that was… yeah" you were out of breath, and no words could explain how you were feeling right now.
"yeah?" you nod and anton just laughs.
"i feel bad for your neighbors" you nudge anton, and he nudges you back. there was a small bit of silence, anton checking his phone for a moment. you do the same, curious to see what the world was up to while you and anton were busy.
"and my roommate. apparently he came home while we were… y'know" all you can do is laugh, a little embarrassed that someone overheard you while you were moaning louder than you ever have.
"oh, poor thing. who's your roommate anyways?"
"you know sungchan?" you drop your phone onto the bed, turning your whole body towards anton.
"sungchan like my brothers best friend sungchan?" anton nods. you groan and plop your face into the pillows.
"fuck" this cant be good.
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synopsis: turns out the cute guy from your physics class is actually your brothers best friend.
a/n: sorry im so ia!, im just not into riize as much as id like right now, its like every time i get back into them some fuck shit happens LOL but im back >_<
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anton, finding out that you were a virgin mid-make out session. he hovers above you, caressing your kiss-bitten lips with his thumb. “you’ve never done anything? at all?”
you avoid his gaze, flicking towards the ceiling in embarrassment. “no… but i want to, with you.” and gosh, that turns anton more than anything.
he’s quick to sit you up against the headboard, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. but his hands doesn’t move anywhere else. “let me see how you touch yourself, pretty.” shyly, you do. taking off your shorts and gathering your juices, all wet from just kissing him. you tease your clit as he holds your legs open. “mhm, like that, baby. you think of me while you do that? good girl…” anton watches through lust-hazed eyes as you slowly finger yourself, palming himself through his sweatpants. he doesn’t bother to take it off, too enamoured by the sight of you struggling to take one finger. your eyes close, pumping the finger in and out, sometimes shying away from him but be doesn’t let up — forcing your legs open. “don’t be shy, baby. it’s just me. wanna watch how you make yourself feel good.” he lets out a breathy moan when your eyes roll back, sloppy sounds filling the room. “put one more in, baby — just like that, yeah. gotta put more if you want to take me, baby. faster… my good girl.”
and after you cum, he’s quick to press a kiss onto your core, licking up all the juices and sucking your clit. “good girl, gonna make you feel good now, mm?”
the riize members show up at the dorm while you’re waiting for your boyfriend anton to return with food. you realize he never told them about you.
sugu81 i accidentally deleted the request instead of hitting answer that’s my bad 😭
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Anton’s hoodie is warm and familiar on your body. The sleeves pool over your hands and down to your thighs. It smells like him, but it’s not him.
You’d never been the clingy type, but Anton had been gone for nearly an hour to pick up dinner. It was supposed to be twenty minutes until you got a text saying the place was crowded and they weren’t taking orders at the moment.
The RIIZE dorm was a familiar place for you, you’ve been here multiple times with Anton and spent some nights wrapped up in each other in his bed. Though, you’ve never met any of his members before.
Before Anton left, he said they’d likely be back before him, and you can make yourself at home until they do. He apologized profusely about not properly introducing you to his friends, but it wasn’t a huge deal since you pretty much knew everything about them anyways.
So now, making hot chocolate in Anton’s hoodie and a pair of shorts, they arrive back from their day off.
“I’m never bowling with you guys again…” Sungchan mumbles as he slips his shoes off. Sohee laughs and tosses his jacket over the back of the couch. “Yeah, because you suck at it-”
You notice the moment Sohee sees you. The look of terror is evident as his eyes widen and he looks between you and his members like he’s seen a ghost.
Shotaro notices Sohee’s discomfort immediately and looks at you with an almost angry expression. “Who are you?”
Oh.
It becomes more than clear that Anton had never mentioned you to his members, or likely anyone else. Shotaro looks one second away from calling the police or dragging you out by your ear while the others look stunned into silence.
“I- um… I’m Anton’s girlfriend…” Despite it being the truth, it makes you sound like a crazed fan that broke in and stole his hoodie. You wouldn’t even believe yourself if you were one of them.
“I’m gonna call the-“
“Hey guys!” Anton walks in with a bag of takeout and two smoothies which he usually brings as an apology for something.
Most likely an apology for forgetting to tell anyone you existed.
Wonbin is the first to speak. He crosses his arms and stares between you and your boyfriend. “You know her?”
Anton freezes for a moment looking like a deer in the headlights. “Wait I thought I told you guys I had a girlfriend.”
The entire group of boys in the doorway shake their heads simultaneously. Sohees jaw nearly hits the floor. “No? We just thought you were a loser.”
“No, he still is don’t worry.” You correct Sohee to tease Anton. Sohee and Sungchan laugh at your response which eases some of the tension in the room.
Shotaro tries to make sense of things once again while everyone is still in the room. “So, this is your girlfriend? How long have you been together?”
Anton laughs softly as he speaks “eight months. She spends the night sometimes, I just assumed you knew.”
Most of the members look surprised, Wonbin even widens his eyes and mouths ‘eight months?!’ dramatically.
Before anyone else can ask questions, Anton walks across the entranceway to grab your hand. He kisses your temple and starts walking you towards his bedroom.
“Dinners getting cold.”
ⓘ : innocent / inexperienced reader being corrupted, vibrator play (through panties), orgasm control / teasing, nipple play, spanking, explicit penetrative sex, creampie, heavy praise kink, very vocal / whiny reader, light degradation mixed with affection, overstimulation (mild)
👼🏻 : requested :3
he’s been so patient with you.
weeks of soft kisses and careful hands and letting you hide your face when things got too intense. he liked it. liked how shy you still were. liked how you’d get pink all the way down your chest just from him saying dirty things in your ear.
but tonight he’s done being careful.
you’re sitting on his bed in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of plain white panties when he pulls the little pink vibrator out of the drawer. your eyes go wide immediately.
“sungchan…?”
“shh.” he kisses you slow and deep, one hand already sliding up under the shirt to rest warm on your stomach. “you trust me, right?”
you nod, small and nervous.
“good girl.” he turns it on. the soft buzz fills the room. then he presses it right against the front of your panties, directly over your clit, and holds it there.
the sensation punches a tiny shocked sound out of you. your hips jerk.
“ah—! jinsu, wait— it’s— it’s too much—”
he just watches, eyes dark and focused, mouth curved in a small pleased smile while he keeps the vibrator steady against the dampening cotton.
“too much?” he asks gently, even as he presses a little harder.
“y-yes— no— i don’t know— ah, it’s so strong, please—”
“i know.” he kisses the corner of your mouth. then your cheek. then the side of your neck, soft and sweet, while the vibrator keeps working you through the fabric. “you’re already getting wet. i can feel it. such a good girl for me.”
you whimper, high and needy. your thighs try to close but he shifts so one of his legs keeps them open. the buzz is constant and merciless. every time the pleasure spikes too fast he eases off just enough to make you chase it, then presses it back firmer. the torture is slow and deliberate.
“please, it’s— ah— i can’t—” your voice cracks into a soft whine. “it feels weird, it feels too good, please—”
his free hand slides higher under the shirt and finds your breast. he brushes his thumb over your nipple until it hardens, then pinches it lightly, rolling it between his fingers while the vibrator keeps buzzing against your clit through the soaked panties.
“look at you,” he murmurs, almost fond. “my innocent little girlfriend, squirming on a vibrator with her panties still on. so pretty when you get desperate.”
“n-not desperate—” you try, but it comes out as a high, embarrassed whimper when he pinches your other nipple harder. your back arches. “ah—! don’t— don’t say that, it’s embarrassing—”
he kisses the sound out of your mouth, swallowing the next whimper. the cotton between your legs is completely wet now. every buzz feels sharper because of it. you’re making soft little “ah-ah-ah” sounds with every pulse of the vibrator, hips twitching restlessly in his lap.
“please,” you breathe, voice already shaky and wet. “please, sungchan, it’s too much, i’m gonna— i’m gonna—”
“not yet.” he eases the vibrator off just enough to pull you back from the edge. you let out a frustrated, needy little cry and he laughs softly against your mouth. “so whiny already. cute.”
he shifts the vibrator lower, pressing the rounded head against your entrance through the wet fabric. he doesn’t push it in. just holds it there, letting you feel the shape and the relentless vibration while his mouth stays on yours and his fingers keep playing with your nipples.
“one day i’m going to put this inside you,” he whispers against your lips. “stretch this pretty cunt open while you still have your panties on. but not yet. right now i just want to watch you fall apart like this.”
“please—” you’re properly whining now, high and continuous. “please please please, i need— i need something, it feels so weird, sungchan—”
he turns the intensity up one more notch and you break with a loud, broken moan, thighs shaking, forehead dropping to his shoulder as you come in your panties. the sounds you make are soft and desperate and completely unrestrained. little sobs and whimpers and his name over and over while he holds the vibrator against you through it.
“that’s it. good girl. such a good girl for me. coming with your panties still on like that… so fucking cute.”
when the aftershocks fade he finally turns it off and sets it aside. your panties are a mess. you’re still trembling and making tiny leftover whimpers. he looks at you like he’s starving.
“turn over,” he says quietly. “on your hands and knees for me.”
you obey, still dazed and a little shy, but the second you’re in position and he pushes the shirt up you already start shifting restlessly.
“jinsu…” you whine softly. “what are you—”
the first spank cuts you off. firm. sharp. you jump with a little shocked cry.
“ah—!”
he soothes the spot with his palm before spanking the other side. then again. and again. steady, measured, turning your skin warm and pink while you gasp and rock forward with every hit. every single one pulls a high, vocal reaction out of you, soft cries and whimpers and little “please”s that don’t even know what they’re asking for.
“you take it so well,” he murmurs. another spank. another kiss pressed to the warm skin. “my sweet girl. letting me turn you into this. letting me make you all messy and pink and desperate.”
“it stings—” you whimper, pushing your hips back for more anyway. “sungchan, it stings, please—”
he spanks you until your eyes are wet and you’re properly crying out with every hit, voice high and needy and completely shameless. only then does he hook his fingers in the waistband of your panties and peel them down just enough to expose you. you’re shiny and swollen and still twitching from the vibrator.
he doesn’t make you wait any longer.
he pushes into you in one slow, deep thrust and the sound you make is loud and broken. you’re so wet from everything he did that he slides in easily, filling you completely. your arms shake.
“ah—! so big— sungchan, wait, it’s— it’s so deep—”
“i know, baby.” he starts fucking you in steady, deep strokes, the kind that make your arms give out a little. every time he bottoms out he gives your ass another light spank, and every time you clench around him and cry out. “listen to you. so vocal. so fucking pretty when you get loud for me.”
he leans over your back, chest pressed to you, mouth finding the side of your neck so he can kiss and bite and murmur filth between soft, sweet kisses. you can’t stop the sounds pouring out of you. high whimpers and broken moans and his name like a plea every time he thrusts in especially deep.
“my innocent girl,” he says against your skin, voice rough. “look at what you’re letting me do to you. vibrator through your panties, spanking, taking my cock like you were made for it. you’re doing so fucking good.”
“please—” you’re sobbing it now, soft and continuous. “please please please, i’m gonna come again, i can’t— sungchan—”
you come with a loud, wet sob, face pressed into the sheets, and he fucks you through it without slowing down, chasing his own orgasm with sharper thrusts until he spills deep inside you with a low, punched-out groan while you keep whimpering and twitching under him.
he stays buried for a long moment, breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the back of your head while you make tiny leftover sounds against the sheets. then he carefully pulls out and gathers you into his arms, tugging the shirt down to cover you, tucking your face against his chest.
“you okay?” he asks quietly, thumb stroking your cheek. “was that too much?”
you shake your head, still floating, voice small and wrecked and a little sticky.
“…it was perfect. but my butt stings…”
he laughs softly against your hair, fond and a little proud, and holds you tighter.
so sorry do you think you could write something for ed enabler sungchan ..? i still remember riizes first vlog where anton wanted to have an apple and sungchan scolded him for having it ..
lowkey... uhmmm need him... desire this please..
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the kitchen was completely dark, save for the faint, pale glow of the refrigerator light casting long shadows across the tiles. it was past two in the morning, and the dorm was entirely silent, but you were standing there in your oversized shirt, staring at the middle shelf like it was a crime scene.
your hand was trembling as you reached out, your fingers just barely brushing against the cool, crisp skin of a green apple. you knew you shouldn’t. you’d been so good all day, counting every single thing, keeping the numbers perfectly low, but the hollow, aching emptiness in your stomach had woken you up, making you feel completely desperate.
"what do you think you're doing?"
the low, raspy voice came out of the darkness behind you, making you gasp and nearly drop the fruit. you spun around, your heart hammering against your ribs.
sungchan was leaning against the doorframe, his tall, broad frame completely blocking the exit. he was just wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, his dark hair messy and falling into his eyes, looking effortlessly handsome even in the middle of the night. but his eyes weren't sleepy at all. they were sharp, heavy, and completely fixed on the apple in your hand.
"i... i was just hungry" you whispered, your voice sounding small and defensive in the quiet kitchen. you instinctively tried to hide the fruit behind your back, feeling instantly guilty under his heavy gaze. "it's just an apple, sungchan. it's not even a real meal."
sungchan didn't look angry. he looked calm, that quiet, strict control of his settling over the room like a heavy blanket. he walked over slow, his bare feet making no sound on the floor until he was standing right in your space, towering over you. he reached behind your back, his big, warm hand wrapping around yours and gently but firmly forcing you to bring the apple back into the light.
"we talked about this" he murmured, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the back of your hand, though his grip remained unyielding. "an apple has sugar. it resets your fasting window. you told me you wanted to be strict this week, remember? you asked me to keep you on track."
"i know, but it hurts tonight" you whined softly, your forehead dropping against his bare, warm chest. you hated how weak you felt, but at the same time, his presence was the only thing keeping you grounded. "just a few bites. please, channie."
sungchan let out a soft, low sigh, his free hand coming up to tangle in your hair, gently pulling your head back so you had to look up at him. his dark eyes were so intense, full of this weird, hyper-focused obsession with your body and your progress. he loved having this control over you, and you loved giving it to him.
"no bites, baby" he whispered, his thumb moving to brush over your bottom lip, pressing down slightly. "you're doing so well. i checked your waist earlier, you're almost exactly where you wanted to be. don't ruin it over a stupid piece of fruit because you're having a weak moment."
he easily pried the apple out of your fingers, turning around and placing it back on the refrigerator shelf before shutting the door with a soft click, plunging the kitchen back into near-total darkness.
you let out a broken, frustrated whimper, your knees feeling a little soft from the lack of energy. but before you could step away, sungchan’s large arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against his broad chest. he guided you back down the dark hallway and into his bedroom, lifting you onto the mattress before crawling in right beside you.
he pulled you into his chest, his long legs tangling with yours, wrapping you up completely so you felt safe and hidden from the rest of the world. his big hand slid under the hem of your shirt, resting flat against your lower stomach. his fingers spread wide, mapping out the shape of your hip bones, tracing the hollow slope of your belly with a slow, possessive reverence.
"look how small you feel right now" sungchan whispered into your hair, his voice dropping into that deep, soothing tone that always made your mind go quiet. "so light in my arms. you look so beautiful like this, baby. so perfect for me."
you nuzzled closer into his neck, your hands clutching at his shoulders. the hunger was still there, a dull ache, but the heavy warmth of his body and the soft, steady stream of praise was filling you up in a completely different way.
"is it enough?" you mumbled against his skin, your eyes heavy. "am i doing good?"
"you're doing so good" he murmured, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his hand gently smoothing over your stomach again, keeping you empty and perfect just like you both wanted. "daddy's so proud of you. just close your eyes and go to sleep. i've got you, and i'm not gonna let you ruin your progress."
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