Another piece of evidence Yunho has a foot fetish.
I'm telling you I swear it's 100% real- he would be the type to have your feet on his shoulders and he kisses the side of them.
Pay for you to get your toes painted and he picks the colour and wants you to film the whole process.
Would want to ruin you wearing nothing but his favourite pair of your heels.
If he's in a degrading mood, in a scene he might demand you to kiss and lick his feet.
And I feel like an important part of aftercare/comfort in general would be giving you one hell of a foot massage.
And you know what? I don't have a foot fetish but for yunho, I could indulge in his- because I think compared to a whole bunch of other kinks- feet is quite tame.
okay so literally yes â and iâm saying this who like⌠i truly do not like feet. itâs both not my thing and honestly like⌠i have whatever the opposite of a foot fetish is. i say this so you understand how serious i am when i say, yeah he almost definitely does.
i donât know how intense it is, i know some people who are like âfeet are as hot as any other part of the bodyâ to likeâŚ. itâs a thing they care about and are focused on, but itâs not really a âfetishâ in the extreme sense to likeâŚ.. they are actively looking at and engaging in foot content for sexual gratification. to be very clear anywhere you fall on that spectrum is totally fine, and i am not kink shaming because i personally am not into feet.
as far as yunho goesâŚ. if i was betting? i feel like heâs somewhere on the lower end of that spectrum â like he would be the type to kiss your ankle/foot when your legs are up during sex or even when heâs being flirty and trying to turn you on. he would definitely go crazy for a pair of heels, and i could see him being the type to like to slip off your heels in sexy way or conversely as you to leave them on during sex.
as far as the other stuff you mentioned? personally i feel like the picking out the nail color stuff yes, but filming the whole process iâm not sure if that would be his thing. for the degradation, i could totally see him being into his sub putting their face on his shoe / kissing his shoe, but all the way up to actual foot play iâm just not sure.
foot massages though we can be sure of.
i do agree with you though, feet is quite tame. i feel like you can tell because of how prevalent it is in just likeâŚ. the zeitgeist overall. so yeah i definitely think yunhoâs in on it, i just donât necessarily think itâs his biggest thing or even something heâs like very intense about.
I can't help but think that Bangchan is veeeryyy toxic in relationships... Just based on thise Bubble tantrums alone (if we leave out his chart and other stuff). đĽ˛đĽ˛
B/c y'all love it when I write toxic, yandere Chan- also this is not themes of healthy love. So yeah, fantasy only.
Itâs Halloween night but the apartment is quiet. Youâre on the bed with your knees drawn up, heart thudding, breath tight. Youâre wearing one of his shirts. He gave it to you because he knew itâd look better on your body than his.
Chris is standing at the edge of the bed, eyes heavy, jaw locked.
âYou sure?â he asks. Low. Rough.
You nod.
âSay it.â
âIâm sure.â
Thatâs all he needs.
He moves like something finally breaking out of a cage. Drops to his knees in front of you, hands already on your thighs like he doesnât know whether to worship or punish. His lips press against the inside of your knee, then your thigh, then higher. He breathes deep when he gets close to your core, his whole body trembling.
âYou donât even fuckinâ know what youâre doing to me.â
You reach for him but he shakes his head, crawling over you until your back hits the mattress. His hand catches your wrist. Pins it. Not hard. Not mean. Just possessive.
âDonât touch me like Iâm anyone,â he breathes. âYou donât touch me like Iâm some fucking boyfriend. You touch me like Iâm yours and Iâll never let you go.â
You whimper his name.
His mouth crashes into yours, all tongue and teeth and something shaking underneath. Heâs not calm. Heâs spiralling. Everything about him is trembling , his breath, his hands, his restraint.
âYouâve let other guys touch you?â he pants against your neck. âLet them take you out, hold your hand, fuckinâ smile at you while they were thinking about this?â
âNoâno oneââ
âThatâs right.â His hand drags your panties down, fingers sliding between your legs like heâs checking. âBecause this was always mine.â
You arch as his fingers stroke over your clit. Slow. Calculated. Possessive.
âSo wet already. Youâre ready for me and I havenât even done anything yet.â
âYouâre doing everything,â you breathe.
That breaks him again. He groans into your shoulder like the sound physically hurts him.
âYouâre gonna let me fuck you raw your first time?â
âGonna let me claim you for real?â
âPleaseââ
âNot gonna stop once I start, baby. You say yes now, you donât take it back. You understand?â
You nod. Panting.
âSay it. Say youâre giving it to me.â
âIâm giving it to you. I want it to be you.â
Thatâs when he moves.
He lines himself up, hand shaking, head bowed like heâs praying.
âYouâre about to change your whole life.â
He pushes in, slow but deep, and you gasp â body arching, fingers clinging to the sheets.
Chris groans like heâs been holding back for years.
âSo tight, fuck, no oneâs ever stretched you like this.â
âYou feel that? Thatâs me claiming you.â
His hips roll in slow, careful thrusts at first, letting you adjust. But youâre already whining. Already clenching. Already falling apart.
âThatâs it. Thatâs my girl. Taking it so good. Letting me break you open like you were made for me.â
His hand finds your throat. Not squeezing â just holding. Owning.
His other hand grabs your thigh and yanks it higher, letting him sink even deeper.
âYouâve waited this long just to give it to me, huh?â
âSay it. Say no one else gets to fuck you like this.â
âNo oneâno one but youââ
âThatâs fuckinâ right.â
He leans down, voice hot in your ear.
âYou think Iâm ever letting you go after this?â
You shake your head.
âYou think I could live knowing someone else got to do this to you?â
Your voice breaks.
âNo. Just you. Only you.â
That sends him over the edge.
His pace picks up, rougher now, more urgent. His hands wonât stop grabbing. Touching. Spreading you open like he owns every inch of skin.
âGonna make you come just like this. On my cock. First one in. Only one in.â
And you do.
It hits you like a wave â back arching, thighs shaking, his name tearing out of your mouth.
He fucks you through it, growling, trembling.
âThatâs it. Take it. Let me fuckinâ have you.â
He finishes with a broken moan, burying himself deep, pulsing inside you.
For a moment, all you hear is his breath. His heartbeat. His weight on top of you.
Then his lips find your cheek, your ear, your shoulder. Gentle now.
âMine,â he whispers.
He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes.
âYou gave it to me. Youâre mine forever now. Donât even think about leaving.â
You nod.
And God help you, you want him to keep you. Just like this. Forever.
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Day 10 â Chantober 2025
Content Includes: camming, voyeurism, gn!reader
W/c: 605
You lie back against your pillows, phone propped up at the perfect angle, screen tilted just enough that he sees every inch you want him to. The lights are low, sheets bunched beneath your thighs, your skin warm under the flush of nerves and desire.
Stockings. Bra. That set he always liked, the one he picked out when you were together in Sydney. You wear it now like a promise. Like a gift. Like a silent âIâm yours.â
His face fills the screen. Hoodie off. Hair a little messy. Jaw clenched. Hand resting in his lap, but not moving. Not yet.
âYeah?â His voice is already hoarse. Heâs barely said anything, but you can hear it. The tension in his throat. The crackle of restraint. âYou wanna show me how much you missed me?â
You nod once, slow and shy. Your fingers graze along your inner thigh and his eyes drop instantly. He goes quiet. Just breathing.
Youâve never done this before. Never undressed for someone through a screen. Never taken control, not like this. But tonight you want him to watch. Not just because it turns you on, but because you know itâll unmake him. Heâs so far away, and you need him to feel it. Need him to feel you.
Your hands tremble a little as they move, sliding higher. You keep your touch light, teasing. Just enough to make your breath hitch. Just enough to make his lips part, chest rising with every shallow inhale.
âFuck,â he mutters under his breath, barely audible. âYou look so fuckinâ pretty like this, baby.â
You glance at the screen and find him staring, eyes locked. Face flushed. He hasnât moved his hand. Not even a twitch.
âTouch yourself,â he says, voice rough now, lower. âCâmon. Donât make me ask again.â
You obey. Two fingers press against the silk of your panties, stroking slow. His name falls from your lips on a quiet breath. He hears it. His eyes shut for half a second.
âDonât stop. You hear me? Donât you fuckinâ stop.â
You nod again, harder this time. Shaky. Desperate. The sound of your breathing fills the room, tangled with the rustle of fabric and the soft buzz of the call. Youâre soaked already, body strung tight from the thrill of being seen like this. Wanted like this.
His hand finally moves. Slow at first. Just gripping. Heâs not stroking yet. Just holding himself there like heâs trying not to break too fast.
You whisper his name again. This time itâs a whimper.
He groans deep, head tipping back. When he looks at you again, itâs different. Hungrier. Unhinged.
âYou want me to finish like this?â His hand starts to move then. Measured strokes, controlled, but his jaw is twitching. âWant me to come to you like this, fuckinâ alone in my bed with your name in my mouth?â
You nod again and let your legs fall open wider. Just for him. Just so he can see what heâs doing to you.
âGood girl,â he breathes. âKeep goinâ. Donât stop âtil I say.â
You donât.
Not until he gasps your name, curses loud, and spills with a strangled cry. Not until youâve wrecked him with nothing but your voice, your body, and your obedience.
And when you collapse back against the pillows, still catching your breath, heâs still there on the screen. Flushed. Wrecked. Smiling like you belong to him.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun, no harmful intent- just read for your intrusive thoughts.
Methodology: Whole signs and traditional astrology
Placements:
Libra Sun (5th House)
Libra Moon (5th House)
Gemini Rising
Libra Mercury (5th House)
Scorpio Venus (6th House)
Sagittarius Mars (7th House)
Pluto in Sagittarius (7th House)
Is He A Fuckboi?
Rating: 5/10
It strongly depends on Chan's mental health and his maturity at the time. His Libra/Scorpio placements indicate he's more prone to serial dating rather than having a roster or countless one night stands.
Chan is the type of guy that you see in codependent back to back relationships with people who aren't necessarily the healthiest for him b/c he constantly needs someone to take care of in order to feel worthy in himself.
Red & Green Flags:
Red:
My biggest red flag of his is how emotionally exhausting he could be at his worst- this is a man who will love and adore you even into the afterlife.
But there are terms and conditions to that love and he expects you to uphold them.
'you try and find someone who takes care of you like I do!'
'you think you can handle life without me...you need me just to live'
'I can't help these problems baby, it's how I love you know? it's just me'
Want to reiterate and state Chan doesn't show signs in his natal chart of being prone to physically/emotional abuse- this is all related to him just having severe long-term issues with emotional regulation.
Green:
Chrisâs biggest green flag, honestly, is how he loves you when itâs not easy. That Scorpio Venus in the 6th house hits hard. Heâs not the kind of guy who loves loudly or for show.
he loves like itâs a job heâs sworn his life to. Quiet, obsessive, steady. He remembers how you take your meds, what side you sleep on when your hips hurt, how your voice changes when youâre not okay. Even when heâs pissed or burnt out, he still takes care of you because thatâs how his love works.
Itâs routine. Itâs sacred
Ideal Type: Personality and Physical
Personality:
Emotionally intense but soft with him. He wants someone who feels deeply but doesnât show it to just anyone. Someone whoâs private, a little guarded, but melts for him in ways no one else gets to see. That contrast? It destroys him.
Devoted and obedient in private, opinionated in public
He lives for a woman who challenges the world but submits to him. Whoâs mouthy with others but quiet in his lap. A ride-or-die who chooses to surrenderânot because sheâs weak, but because she trusts him.
Submissive, but not passive
He wants someone who lets him lead, but still responds. Someone who moans when he takes control, but also bites back a little. He doesnât want a blank slateâhe wants someone who gives herself on purpose. Not bratty per se- but stimulating.
Physical:
đ¤ Curves he can grip. Bodies that look good crying.
Scorpio Venus doesnât want perfection. He wants plushyness. Hips. Thighs. A tummy he can press his hand against while heâs deep inside you. He likes bodies that give. Bodies that feel real. MarsâPluto wants to ruin you slowly. He needs something to hold onto. Plus he's scrawny himself and admit he HATES it on him, he wants a reason to exert his strength.
đ Dark, sultry makeup. A little smudged. A little slutty.
Heâs not into clean girl aesthetic. He wants black eyeliner that says youâll ruin him if he lets you. He wants red lips that leave marks on his collar. That Scorpio Venus needs mystery. The Libra in his chart wants aesthetic chaos. He loves when you look just slightly unhinged in the eyes.
Yes, he loves the ALT GIRL aesthetic but the SOFT alt girl aesthetic-
A slip dress under a leather jacket, dark smokey eyes but a glossy nude pout- libras love FEMININE energy
I'm getting delusional reading this b/c I'm an Aries sun and Scorpio rising with an alt aesthetic so I'm this man's type by default.
Scorpio placements are always obsessed with other scorpio placements.
Dom, Sub or Switch?
Any of us surprised he's 100% dom? I'm surely not.
Chris is a possessive soft/daddy dom hybrid, and itâs all in his chart. His Scorpio Venus in the 6th makes him crave devotion and obedience as acts of love â he doesnât want a brat, he wants a good girl he can protect, obsess over, and build routines with.
Yeah, I'm a bit biased but he genuinely would find inexperienced partners a turn-on b/c the process of teaching you to be nasty and feral over his needs make his drawstrings tight but on a darker level-
Means you're a blank slate, nothing to compare too- your world of sex is entirely moulded by him and he thrives on that power imbalance.
He is perfect for us late bloomer babies- but not w/o some serious drawbacks and reckoning.
Biggest Kinks...Some Of Them
Daddy Kink (NOT DD/LG)
His love of being called 'daddy'? 100% real- I've been a stay and Chris-biased now for 6 years and after all this time- I'm concluding it's real.
He knows he gets called daddy all the time on social media, his voice cracks and he giggles when someone uses the term AND he leans into the idea of it HARD for stays.
BUT- it is a kink he's probably ashamed and embarassed about so he wouldn't bring it up for MONTHS but try and see whether you'd respond well to that term or not.
Chris is the embodiment of an AUTHENTIC 'caregiver' dom imo. Not the kind of wanker that wants you to call him 'daddy' but will prioritise you, your pleasure and your priority.
đ¤ âDaddyâs the only one who gets to see you like this, yeah? All fucked out and shaking.â
âNo one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else even knows you like daddy does.â
OWNERSHIP (UMBRELLA KINK)
Every single one of his kinks involve proving that you're his, you're only for him and he is devoted and obsessed with you.
You'll see below that all his biggest kinks involve owning/claiming you.
đ Corruption & Virginity Kinks
He doesnât just want to fuck you â he wants to rewrite your baseline. If heâs your first, thatâs forever. Heâll make you feel things that no one else can even come close to. And that? Thatâs ownership to him.
âNo one else touched you like this. No one else ever will.â
𩸠Breeding, Cum Play, Menstrual Play
Anything that leaves his mark inside you? Heâs into it. If it lingers â if it stains â if it proves he was there? He needs it.
âWalk around with me still leaking out of you, baby. Thatâs mine.â
đŞ Exhibitionism, Mirror Sex, Voyeurism
He wants you to see it. To watch yourself being taken. To know how you look with his hands on you, his cock inside you. Itâs about imprinting you visually, not just physically.
âLook at yourself. Look at what I do to you.â
đĽ CNC, Overstimulation, Edging, Begging
He tests your limits because it reminds him youâre real, responsive, human â but still his. If you beg, if you break, if you whimper his name â thatâs your body proving its loyalty.
âSay it. Say whose you are while youâre crying.â
đ§ Scratching, Marking, Olfactophilia
He wants to feel you on his skin the next day. Smell you on his clothes. See you wearing his bruises like jewelry.
âI wanna see you limping tomorrow. Gonna wear that ache like my name.â
You slam the fridge shut harder than necessary. The tension in the room has claws. His jawâs clenched, arms crossed, and he wonât look at youâlike if he does, he might snap.
Youâre shaking. So is he.
âIf youâre that fucking angry,â you say, voice tight, âthen do something about it.â
Thatâs all it takes.
Heâs on you before your heart can finish its next beat.
Fists gripping your shirt, backing you up against the counter.
You gasp as your hips meet the edge. He doesnât kiss you. Not yet.
âYou think I wonât?â
âThink Iâm scared to show you what you do to me?â
His eyes are dark. Wild. His body trembling with restraint and rage and hunger.
He yanks your shorts down and spins you fast, chest slamming to the counter.
âYou wanna run your mouth?â
âThen take what that mouth earned.â
He pushes inside you without ceremony. Deep. Brutal. One thrust and your knees give. You cry outâyes, fuck yesâand he growls like heâs unraveling.
âStill wet for me, even now.â
âStill open. Still fuckinâ mine.â
His hand presses hard between your shoulder blades, the other gripping your hip like he owns it. His thrusts are relentless. The slap of skin is loud. Your moans even louder.
âYou say that shit to push me, yeah?â
âTry to see how far you can go?â
You pant, back arching under him.
âIâm sorry, daddy.â
That breaks him.
He leans over your back, breath hot against your neck.
âDonât fucking say sorry now,â he growls.
âTake it. You wanted me like this. Here I am.â
His rhythm is punishing. Desperate. The slap of your skin against the counter is sharp, but it grounds you. It grounds him.
He finishes with a gaspâbreath gone, forehead pressed to your spine like a man dying.
Then silence. Stillness.
His hands tremble on your waist as he pulls you up gently. Turns you. Eyes wet.
âI didnât mean to⌠I didnât mean to go that hardâfuck, baby, are you okay?â
content includes: ritual fetish? Fem!reader, claiming, chan fetishises you using birth control- idk what kink that falls under but it is very accurate for his 6th house Scorpio Venus
W/c: 200
Youâre in your pyjamas, warm under the bedroom light, brushing your hair off your neck when you feel him behind you.
Chan doesnât say anything at first, he just wraps one arm around your waist, the other curling slowly around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. Heavy. Possessive.
You shiver.
He doesnât kiss you. Doesnât soften. Just growls low in your ear:
âWhereâs the pill, babygirl?â
Your breath catches. You nod toward the nightstand.
He moves you â turns you so your backâs pressed to his chest. One arm still hooked around your throat, forearm snug against your clavicle. His breath is warm at your temple as he opens the pill case with his other hand. Flicks the compartment.
âOpen that pretty mouth.â
You obey, trying not to focus on how hard he is against your back and how primal he looks through the mirror.
He slips the pill onto your tongue.
Then grabs the water bottle, uncaps it with one hand â still hasnât let your throat go. Still hasnât kissed you.
âSwallow.â
You do.
You feel his breath hitch behind you.
His voice dips lower. Rougher. Filthy.
âGood fuckinâ girl. I felt it go down. Felt my girl take what keeps her mine.â
Then he finally kisses you, not on the lips, but right behind the ear. Bites just enough to sting. You feel his hips press forward against your lower back.
âGo lie down,â he murmurs. âIâm not done yet.â
"Mm Chan?" You ask, eyes opening blurring, your hips jolting at his touch
His voice is low, already wrecked, like heâs been down there for a while â feral, breathless, fucking trembling.
âYeah, baby,â he pants against your skin. âYouâre up now? Couldnât waitâfuck, I couldnâtââ
Your hips jolt and he moans, dark and desperate, like heâs the one being touched.
âShh, shhââShh, shh, stay still for me,â he begs, voice shaking. âJust wanna taste you, yeah? Gotta feel you again, need it in my mouth first thing, fuckinâ need it"
Heâs gripping your thighs now, thumbs digging in, kissing rougher, messier, possessive.
âWoke up hard, so fuckinâ hard for you, couldnât even breathe, baby,â he rasps. âDreamt about you all night bout your pussy, âbout how tight you were last night, fuckââ
His voice cracks.
âFuckâbabyââ he groans against your clit, voice hoarse, wet heat of his breath shaking. âYou donât even fuckinâ know what you do to me, woke up fuckinâ aching...aching, you hear me?â
Heâs kissing your clit like a man obsessed, tongue flicking, sucking, moaning.
âCouldnât stop thinkinâ about you, couldnât even breathe right without a taste, fuckâmine, youâre mine"
You twitch again and he lets out a guttural moan, grinding his cock against the mattress like heâs chasing relief.
âLook at you, still so fuckinâ soft for me, still clenching in your sleep, begginâ without words"
He kisses up your mound, panting, voice trembling.
âCallinâ me baby in your fuckinâ dreams, werenât you? I felt it. Felt it in your fuckinâ energy, donât lie to meâsay it now, baby.â
His voice breaks into a whimper. His hips are moving with nothing, desperate.
âIâll fuckinâ lose it, please, Iâll cum just from this, just from tasting you"
He gasps as he dives back down.
âYouâre mine,â he breathes into you. âWanna start every day like this. Fuck breakfastâyouâre my fuckinâ breakfast.â
Youâre grinding against him as your soft cotton shorts pressing over the thick length of him through his sweats. Itâs messy. Hot. Your rhythm falters now and then, but you keep going, like you want to make him feel good even if youâre still figuring out what you like.
And he is feeling good. Too good. His eyes are squeezed shut, jaw locked, arms trembling around you from holding back.
But when you let out a desperate little gasp and whisper, âI canât finish like thisââhis whole body goes still under you.
And then he opens his eyes.
Something breaks in them.
His voice comes out low. Hoarse. Shaky.
âYeah. âCause itâs not me.â
You blink. âWhat?â
âItâs not me inside you. Thatâs why. Thatâs the only reason. You think I donât know your body by now? You think I havenât watched itâfelt itâlearned every little sound you make?â
His hands tighten on your hips.
âYou can rub yourself raw like this, and you still wonât cum. You know why?â
ââCause your bodyâs already made its fuckinâ choice.â
You try to speak but he cuts you off by grinding up once, hard and slow, making you whimper.
âYou donât need friction, baby. You need me.â
His forehead presses to yours, voice shaking.
âNext time you cum, itâs âcause I let you. âCause I was inside you. Not your hand, not a toy, not these fuckinâ shorts. Me. Thatâs how your body works now.â
And under all that? He sounds scared. Like itâs not dominance but itâs desperation. He canât stand the thought of anything else working on you.
Because you were untouched until him and heâs terrified of losing that hold.
His handâs still on your jaw when he starts pushing in. Eyes locked. Chest heaving.
You gasp and it's loud, helpless as he groans. Buries himself to the hilt in one long, shaking thrust. Your walls flutter around him instantly, clenching tight as your back arches from the stretch.
âJesus Christ,â he rasps, eyes wide, pupils blown. âYou feel that? That fuckinâ stretchâfuckâthatâs me, baby. Thatâs all me.â
Your legs tremble. He catches your hip, anchoring you still, but his other hand never leaves your cheek.
âEyes on me,â he pants. âCome on. Donât look away. Wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you raw.â
You nod, dazed, blinking up at him as he starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips, body trembling over yours. His cock drags in and out with a wet, obscene sound, and he moans, head tipping for a second like heâs dizzy.
âStill tight,â he growls. âStill fuckinâ tight around me like this is the first time.â
You cry out from being overwhelmed, and he kisses your throat, then your jaw, then your lips, messy and hard.
âTell me itâs mine,â he begs against your mouth. âSay itâsay you love it when I do this to you.â
âI love it,â you whimper, gasping when he thrusts again, deeper. âChris, I love it"
âThatâs it,â he growls. âThatâs my fuckinâ girl. You were made for this, made for me.â
He watches your face as you fall apart. He doesnât look away once.
His other arm wraps around your waist, holding you there, trembling as he tries to stay still inside you but heâs buried to the hilt. Canât move. Not yet. Not with how tight you are. Not with how deep he is.
âYouâre okay,â he breathes raggedly into your neck, âyouâre okayâjust breathe through it, donât tenseâfuck, I didnât meanââ
You can feel how hard heâs gripping your hand now. Not to anchor you â but to anchor himself.
âItâs âcause Iâm too big,â he growls, forehead to your shoulder. âI know it is...been too long, and youâre so fuckinâ small and tight...JesusâŚâ
His voice is hoarse, choked, frantic under the possessiveness. The ego tripâs still there â but itâs laced with guilt. Awe. Fear of hurting you.
He kisses your neck messily. Rubs circles over your clit with trembling fingers, trying to soothe, trying to help you open around him.
âTell me what you need,â he pants. âTell me, babyâIâll do anything. Iâll pull out if itâs too much, I swearâjust donât go quiet on me, yeah?â
âFuck, you feel like heaven⌠tightest thing Iâve ever been in. Only ever wanted you.â
Your voice is muffled against the pillow as you roll onto your side, already yawning. The sheets are warm. His chest is warmer. You expect him to wrap around you like he always does.
But this timeâheâs quiet.
Too quiet.
Then you feel him.
His palm gliding low over your hip, tucking beneath the curve of your ass. His breath right behind your ear.
âStill awake?â he murmurs, voice low. Gentle. Careful.
You hum something that sounds like maybe.
âI missed you,â he breathes, lips brushing your temple. âLet me in, baby. Just for a bit. Wonât move. Wonât ask for nothinâ. Just wanna be inside.â
You donât answer. Just shift your leg forward.
Itâs permission. He knows your body now. Knows what that means.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder and reaches for the lube in the drawer. You hear the faint click. Feel his hand return between your thighs. Gentle. Slow. His fingers dip into your folds, spreading you, slicking you open until you sigh softly into the sheets.
âThank you,â he whispers.
The top of his cock nudges your entrance.
You inhale.
âShh,â he soothes. âJust me. Just us. Gonna go real slow, baby. Let me feel you.â
He pushes in.
One inch. Then another. His cock sinks into your body like heâs been waiting all day. All week.
He groans, voice cracking.
âStill so fuckin tight. Jesus. Every time.â
You whimper faintly. He hushes you again.
âI know. I know. Sâokay.â
He bottoms outâhips flush against your ass. His arm wraps around your waist. His face buries in your hair.
And he stops moving.
Just breathes.
Just stays there, holding you from behind, buried deep inside.
âPerfect,â he whispers. âDidnât even need to fuck. Just this. Just being here.â
