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𓂂 ׅ 𓈒 ݁ temptation

pairing: playboy!taehyun x inexperienced!afab!reader

genre: non - idol au, smut (mdni)

synopsis: taehyun is ready to take your relationship a bit farther, and you think you are too, but he reminds you there's no need to rush into anything. especially if you aren't ready for it.

warnings: sexual tension, teasing, virginity kink, foreplay, sexual inexperience

word count: 1.8k┊masterlist

author's note: this may or may not be based on a true story based on me and my ex bf! 🫤 btw im only posting this cus it was the first one (from the poll) i could finish.. for tn

txt taglist: (open = send an ask to be added) @smutnoullitheorem

Kang Taehyun is completely and utterly smitten by you - his gorgeous, gut wrenchingly sweet and oh, so innocent girlfriend.

He can’t get enough you and is completely enamored by by how easily your body dissolves against his touch. He smiles into the kiss, his affection playing out from the delicate way he sensually glides his tongue over yours, desperately attempting to satiate his growing appetite. His large palms are flat against your lower back, securing you from behind as you remained straddled in your position on top of him.

Your lips hungrily explore his, aware of the gnawing ache building within your own core. Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, the straps of your dress falling off your shoulders as your hips naturally start to rock against his own. The fabric of your summer dress bunches up to reveal your thighs, and Taehyun’s hands travel beneath the material to squeeze your naked flesh.

The intimate contact triggers goosebumps to raise across your skin and your breath shakes as your knuckles curl to tighten around his locks.

What started as a seemingly playful make out session was growing heated with every passing second; your chest was now pressing up against his, your bodies molding into one the longer this carried on.

Taehyun wasn’t surprised when you finally removed your lips from his, your free hand pushing against his shoulder as you took a second to catch your breath.

His eyes fall heavy as he admires you; lips swollen and pupils dilated while trying to play off your flustered expression. His takes in the red material snug around your waist and chest, emphasizing your perfectly firm tits with the straps hanging off your shoulders and baring the smooth skin of your décolletage.

Two noticeable buds poked against the fabric, and Taehyun wet his lips as the blood rushed between his legs knowing that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He is tempted to lean forward to snag your nipple between his teeth and gently bite down, imagining the moan that would grace your lips from him teasing you.

You had no idea the kind of affect you had on him - no idea how easily he could lose his mind just watching you bask in pure pleasure.

This is the longest he’s ever gone without having sex but is willing to wait for your sake.

“Need a minute?” he breaths, his gaze flickering to meet your eyes.

“Yes…” you pant as your chest heaves.

Taehyun nods, taking a minute to find his own calm before arching forward to place a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

“So, you were saying something about this dress being available in different colors?” he murmurs, distracting you both from your heated state as he tries to return to the topic you were initially discussing.

You were flaunting your new dress and your boyfriend, unable to resist the sight of you twirling in your pretty outfit, interrupted the conversation by dragging you onto his lap to get a closer look.

“Mhmm,” you reply, “They have it in blue, and white too…”

“Uh-huh, maybe we can go back together and pick up another one…”

“Yeah?” you question with a smile, “you like how it looks then?”

Taehyun pecks your neck, sucking delicately on your skin before replying.

“A little too much.”

You adjust your position by shifting your hips and accidentally end up rubbing over his semi-hard on which makes his eyes flutter as his hot breath warms your skin.

“Fuck,” he exhales, pinching your thighs as the pads of his fingers dig into your flesh. “Easy, sweetheart…”

Your face heats up, your body freezing in place as you practically pulse against him. A shiver ran up your spine noting that he was keeping you in this precarious position, with both of you pressing firmly against one another.

You’ve never been this close, this intimate, with anyone else before.

“S-Sorry…” you stammer nervously, but Taehyun can only chuckle under his breath.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he reassures, pecking your cheek even though he’s overcome with a sinful thought.

If he just allowed his fingers to guide themselves to the tempting space between your legs, would he find you wearing a thong?

Something frilly with a pretty bow?

Or maybe, you preferred lace?

And what if he casually slipped two fingers underneath the fabric in question, to feel how soaked you are. He wanted to your arousal coating the tips of his digits, brushing his touch along your pretty folds before pulling out his hand and tasting your essence on his tongue.

He can’t help but wonder what you look like underneath, having only ever gone as far as kissing and holding you…and the thought of you granting him the opportunity to be the only man who has the pleasure of sharing your body is enough to send him over the edge.

Taehyun was a known for his playboy antics; he had a natural charm that swooned the hearts of many, leaving him with countless lovers who shared his bed.

You, on the other hand, didn’t even have a proper kiss when he met you.

He wasn’t taken aback when you finally admitted your inexperience. You could barely handle his flirtatious behavior without falling apart in front of him while he was courting you, but Taehyun found your innocence endearing.

The two of you were just so different.

Taehyun isn’t one to shy away from his faults. He can be short tempered, and doesn’t consider how harsh his words can sting when angry. He has a tendency of being selfish and condescending, but when it comes to you, things are always handled differently.

You - who reminds him of a spring bloom, that radiates the light of a full moon, and emanates a warmth that one can only bask in when sitting next to a gentle flame - are the one person that melts him with just a smile.

He fucking adores you.

Taehyun moves his hands to meet your waist instead, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers tenderly while softly rutting his hips, “do you want to stop?”

You whimper, feeling how hard and big he felt between your legs, naturally mimicking his movements in response to his gesture.

“Sweetheart?” He breaths, checking his boundaries as his hands travel up even higher to rest just below your breasts.

“Hmph…uh…I…” you sigh while clenching your knees around him, your touch caressing his neck as you try to focus on what you wanted.

“I ’dunno…this feels good…”

A subtle tremble shakes Taehyun’s broad shoulders, and he wonders how such tiny movements can render him so weak. He can feel your body whine once again, your clothed pussy guiding over the fabric of his black denim pants and he grunts with approval.

“God, it can feel so much better...” Taehyun seductively replies, brushing his cheek across your own as he directs his attention right onto you.

Foreheads pressed, noses bumping as your lips ghost over his, the two of your stare intently each other’s eyes as the thought lingers.

All it took is for you to give him one indication, a nod of your head or the word “yes”, and Taehyun would stand by his statement. He would take his sweet time with you, would study every single detail of your body with consideration just to watch all the bewitching ways in which you would unravel underneath him.

“I’d take such good care of you…” he reassures, bucking his hips as his hands lightly cup your breasts from underneath, but he is cautious not to push his limits.

You were slowly withering away, your body disappearing into the darkness of his ravishing aura. Everything about Taehyun made you feel like you were being whipped through turbulent storm, but it was in these moments that you had to come to your senses and find shelter.

After all, you needed to protect your heart.

Stopping is the smart decision but instead you bring your lips to meet his own and part them for a slow kiss, the wet sounds taking over the silence where the answer to his question needed to be.

Taehyun furrows his brows, knowing that he was hanging on by a thread. Rather than allow the moment to escalate, he reaches for the straps on your shoulders and hooks his index fingers underneath as he casually slides them securely back on. He breaks from the kiss, peppering them on your cheek and down your neck as he relaxes beneath you.

“Tae?” you question with a confused expression on your face.

He smirks as he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you chastely on the nose.

“Let’s not get carried away, hmm?”

You could feel your cheeks warm, but the disappointment weighed down in the pit of your stomach.

“Maybe, we should…” you apprehensively add on, your hands reaching back to delicately twirl a strand of his dark hair.

Taehyun’s eyes darken at your words, and he gently caresses your face as his thumb skims over your lips.

“The things I would do to you…” he whispers with intrigue, “The ways I would take you…”

He watches your neck bob, swallowing the lump in your throat as you freeze. His thumb tugs at your bottom lip, watching it bounce back lightly as moves to tap your chin.

He pulls your mouth close enough to his own to share a secret against your lips.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly,” he admits, “but I need to know that you’re willing. I need to know that you’re ready to show me how gorgeous you are underneath this dress, that you’re okay with my fingers fucking you while I suck on your perfect tits, that I can spend hours with my tongue between your legs before watching you cum around my dick until you can barely say my name…”

If you touched your cheeks they would scorch your fingers. You were breathing so heavily that you were growing dizzy, while your lover remained composed regardless of sharing those salacious words. You rested your hands on his shoulders, paying attention to the way your heart throbbed wildly in your chest. When you returned to meet his gaze, you were encountered with an amused glint in his eyes and a devious smirk.

You could feel yourself clamming back into your shell, wanting nothing more than to hide away from Taehyun’s fiery stare.

Despite what your body craved you were afraid to succumb to your impulses. You’ve never had a connection like this with anybody else before and found it intimidating to allow yourself to get too vulnerable.

“I…” you began to speak, but your words weren’t registering and your thoughts were completely muddled. “I…uhm...”

Taehyun chuckled under his breath, leaning back and allowing the space to break away the tension charging between your bodies. He knuckles graze along your cheeks, his cold touch sizzling across your skin.

“I don’t think you’re ready for me, sweetheart,” he acknowledges, “not yet, anyway…”

#kang taehyun

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bunnyrecs · 3 days

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i feel that beomgyu would love to record sex with his partner

I COULDN'T AGREE MORE !!! he bringing up the idea of recording you two having sex saying that would be fun watch it later, and then when you accept he'd get all excited to do the do. and he wouldn't be kidding about y'all watching it, he wld set you down between his spread legs w the laptop on your lap, the video you guys made playing on the screen and as time passed by, he wld start teasing you about how on the video, you had barely started and you were already drunk for his cock, making your cheeks grown warm with embarrassment since you can't even say he's wrong, bc just the three first minutes had passed and your whimpers can be quite hearing from the speaker. it would end up with the two of you getting rid of your clothes while messily kissing and you straddling his lap, riding him.

also, he wouldn't tell you but he watches all the intimate moments you had recorded when he can't be with you due to promotions or anything, jerking off to your sweet sounds that were captured by the mic, wishing your there right now to take the act out of the screen to reality.

#choi beomgyu

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bunnyrecs · 3 days

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What do you think of beomgyu being obsessed with reader , that he keeps touching her all the time and can't get enough of her - 💋

that's canon ??? like yES beomgyu of course would be obsessed with you in so many ways. anything he saw would remind him of you, he'd write a bunch of songs about you and wouldn't be able to take his hands off you anyway, whenever y'all are hanging with the other boys or alone, his hands are on your thigh, waist, shoulder or any other part of your body. and the main thing, man couldn't go past one day without fucking you. whether it's in the morning as i energy boost or at night so you two can go to sleep feeling way better, you would be underneath him – or above, doesn't matter at all – at least once a day. he'd make sure that you came twice each time he cummed, because as i said, beomgyu is fucking obsessed with you in every way and to see you cumming >>>

#choi beomgyu

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bunnyrecs · 3 days

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movie – choi beomgyu.

pairing: bff!beomgyu x fem!reader

disclaimer: reader asks gyu to stop several times before giving in so if you're a sensitive person or uncomfortable with this, please proceed carefully.

warnings: dub-con, fingering, degradation and pet names.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: so... my first smut with a plot i guess ? i'm happy to finally be posting something for y'all, i think i took too long but at least, it's here now !!! also, this was a request from my friend @gyufemboy for her birthday <3.

tagging: @jjunbugg @snow-w-flake @fathersoneric @gyulz @rencarnationofangel @bangtanattic @soobsfairy444 @loveeka @m-myeon @j4d @sunnysunnysunnysunshine @bubblesk4i @yeoncuddles @pogigyu

"you sure you wanna watch that, baby?"

"yeah, of course! you know how much i like horror movies."

now, that phrase echoes throughout your mind while you hide your face in beomgyu's shoulder, both hands wrapped around his arm.

and now, you are sure that your idea of watching the movie you're scared of the most wasn't so good. you thought it was going to be fun, to see it with beomgyu – your best friend – since y'all could never finish something properly, not when the boy wasn't able to shut up for at least one second, making jokes that did both of you crack in laughs and don't pay attention on whatever was on the tv.

besides, the fact that beomgyu was the most charming boy you had ever seen made the task of watching a movie pretty difficult, you couldn't take your eyes off him or focus on anything but his handsome face, anyone could say for sure that you were in love with him.

none of these was the current case though. strangely, beomgyu wasn't saying anything and not even his face was being able to distract you, the scary sounds and dark scenes catching all your attention and at one point, you couldn't watch it anymore, opting for hugging your friend as tight as you could and burying your face in his arm, trying to ignore the movie.

"i told you it wasn't a good idea, dumb thing." beomgyu speaks, snapping you out of your trance and pulling his arm from your grip against your will as you whimper, hugging his waist instead. chuckling, he hugs your shoulders, dragging you closer to his embrace and caressing your back, soothing you.

"gyu, can we watch another movie? i don't wanna see that one anymore..." you lift your head from his chest, crooking your neck to look at him, puppy eyes practically begging, making beomgyu inevitably smirk.

"now i really wanna see its end though, baby." he looks down at you, a cocky expression staring at your helpless one. you whine, smashing your face again on his body while mumbling a small plea for him to distract you, and it was exactly what beomgyu was waiting for. "it's okay, c'mere."

he gets up from the couch, pointing for you to lean your back on the upholstered arm and so you do, making sure there's still some space for him to lay. sitting next to you, he loops one arm around your shoulders just like he was doing before, and now his body is preventing you from seeing the screen, you hug him and nuzzle on his warmth, closing your eyes and focusing on the boy's breath, trying to ignore the sounds coming from the tv.

after a few minutes, when you're almost falling asleep, you can hear the movie volume getting lower and feel beomgyu's body moving in your embrace, but you can't mind enough to open your eyes, thinking he's just getting comfier on the couch. it is until you feel two fingers grazing against your clothed core, your eyes fluttering wide open to look at the boy confusedly, being able to see that he's totally turned to you, gazing smugly at your shrunken frame while stroking your pussy.

"what– what are you doing, gyu?" you close your legs, trying in vain to make beomgyu stop touching you, your doe eyes going big and staring at him stunned, hand trailing down to hold his wrist and force him to stop, a frown appearing on the boy's face as he overpowers you, keeping to drag his finger up and down as if your struggle was nothing. "no– gyu!"

"what, baby? i'm just helping my girl to get distracted from the movie." he leans in, your noses getting in touch as his hot breath fans against your skin, all your body going weak and your grip loosening, allowing him to move his fingers freely against your – now – wet panties.

"no, beom… i didn't mean like that– ngh!" you speak in a whimper, a moan interrupting your sentence when beomgyu presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing both index and middle finger on your slit, riling you up and making you soak your underwear, your fist is clenched on his shirt as you hold eyes with him, your puppy gaze just urging the boy to go further. "please, beom… stop."

you whisper, burying your face on his chest when he applies more pressure on your – getting swollen – nub, a whine making its way out of your throat as you push your thighs closed, as if it could make beomgyu stop.

"stop? oh, little thing, do you wanna resume watching the movie then?" his tone is poisonous when he speaks, using the arm around your shoulder to pull you away from his body and leaning back to show you the tv, the scene on at the right moment you eye the screen can only be described as creepy, a squeal coming out from your throat as you bury your face back into beomgyu chest, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

"no! i'm sorry gyu, i– no, please, please, please!" you cry out, your voice muffled against the boy's shirt. "please beom, do whatever you want, just– i don't wanna see that."

you pull your face away from him, glancing up at his cocky face with beseeching eyes, your nose red and lip between your teeth making you look adorable to him, so fuckable. smirking, he brings his hand up to stroke your hair, resuming to touch you through your shorts, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"that's a good girl." he says before leaning in to kiss you, the surprise taking you for a bit before the realization, you return the kiss passionately, eyes falling shut as your hands make their way to his neck, muffled little moans coming out of you.

hooking his fingers on your panties, beomgyu slowly pulls them aside, the cool air coming in contact with your now bare pussy, making you shiver and buck your hips towards beomgyu's hand, your lips disconnecting from his as you whine for him, complaining. chuckling, he applies more pressure to your clit, moving it in circles in a way that has you moaning loudly, your breath getting heavier and a small, pathetic "please" leaving your lips.

"aw, don't i have such a needy thing." you can practically touch the sarcasm in his voice, mocking and scorning you, but you don't mind it – no, no way you do. that turns you on further, being ridiculed as if you were only a horny little slut owned by beomgyu.

anyway, at your plead, he increases the speed on your little bundle of nerves, the pad of his fingers teasing your slit as he rubs them against it, collecting your arousal before pushing one in, long and thick, stretching your tight walls and making you moan, burying your face in the crook of his neck and moaning for him.

he starts pumping his finger in and out, curving and searching for that sweet spot inside you and he doesn't struggle any much to find it, his fingertips hitting it so deliciously and making you cry out his name, your walls clenching around his digit as you feel a sort of a coil forming in your stomach, hips instinctively bucking to meet beomgyu's hand and a wet sound can be heard coming from your hole, lewd and kind of embarrassing but you don't care, not when your best friend is fucking his finger into you so well.

"you're such a slut, aren't you? so horny, so stupid." he declares, snickering at your desperate figure grinding against his hand, mouth hanging open as sinful sounds come from it and eyes squeezed shut.

inserting one more finger inside you, he scissors them slowly, widening your entrance and making you see stars, the knot in your tummy seeming unbearable and about to snap, your hand automatically going down to grab gyu's as if not to let him drag it away from you – not that he's intending to.

"oh my god, fuck…" you exclaim when you feel the boy's lips on your neck, sucking hickeys on your skin and adding to your pleasure, his fingers doing magic while touching you and you can't hold it anymore, not when beomgyu presses his thumb onto your clit just the right way, your mind going dumb and your limbs numb, that feeling of something snapping inside you washing over your whole body and throwing you over the edge, walls spasming and squeezing and a high-pitched moan of beomgyu's name leaving your mouth.

"mhm, that's it, baby. cum on my fingers like the dirty whore you're." he whispers in your ear, fingers still inside you being curled on your loosening walls and helping you to ride out your high, the pressure on your puff clit now being just a slight rub on it, beomgyu's lips lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck and gasps coming from your own lips, thighs trembling a bit.

when beomgyu notices you have already calmed down from your high, he starts moving. taking away his arm from your waist, sliding down on the couch to get a hold of the flesh of your thighs, face between them and eyes staring at yours with that evil glimpse, a smirk twisting his lips as he watches your confused face when his fingers hook on the waistband of your shorts, pulling them along with your sticky panties, glued to your cunt due to your arousal. the cool air coming from the window hits your pussy just like beomgyu's hot breath does, sending shivers down your spine and making your toes curl, legs trying to close instinctively but beomgyu doesn't let you, your face getting more confused as you look at him, silently asking what is he doing.

he giggles evilly, putting his face – especially his lips – closer to your heat and whispering against it, his deep voice hitting exactly your core and you're pulsing again, your essence starting to leak down your inner thighs.

"what, angel? you didn't think we were done, did you?"

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#choi beomgyu

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bunnyrecs · 5 days

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Panic Attack ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

rafe x fem!reader ୨୧ summary: “What have you done to yourself?” warnings: mostly panic attack + comfort, abandonment

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ᝰ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You could feel the soles of your feet dragging on the cold hardwood floor of Tannyhill. The entire house was deadly quiet except for your occasionally scratchy breathing. Rafe had left two days ago on a panicked mission of some sorts. You tried to protest his leave by begging him to talk to you, asking for anything. Unsurprisingly, Rafe gave you nothing. He shut the overarching front door abruptly, promising to be back soon. Two days passed.

The funny part was that you could see the regret in his eyes as if he wasn’t thinking about anything else. Rafe looked at you like he was being pulled out at gunpoint. You regretted things too, like focusing on your pleas for any explanation rather than taking in his features for what could be the last time.

Your feet were sore and tired from the endless pacing that took you by storm each day since he left. Your eyes were sunken into the deeper parts of your skull for no reason other than the weighted feeling of exhaustion paired with the inability to find any rest. Your hair was disheveled, thrown into whatever could keep it out of your pale face. Stress and anxiety wore down your heart until you felt as if you saw the world from two feet shorter. You had become a shell of the person you were before.

Until there was commotion at the front door. Your delayed reflexes caused you to only look at Rafe when he was mere feet away from you. Even though you had felt utterly lost, his presence was enough for you to feel your own eyes lighting up.

“Baby..” He whispered, looking at you with a horrified expression and walking up to you as you wobbled on your own feet.

Rafe wrapped you into a tight hug instantly, kissing the side of your head as you tried to register your own feelings, shaking in his arms. He took a step back, moving to cradle your face in his hands before looking over every sunken feature of your face that had weighed you down for the last two days. Rafe’s eyes were narrow with heavy concern.

“I didn’t mean..” He trailed off, noticing just how dire your condition was.

His eyes felt judging as they trailed over your face and body, almost like they were trying to seep into your mind. A thin layer of panic started to coat your lungs as his presence served to be less than comforting.

“Why did you.. leave me?” You whispered, your voice cracking as you felt your whole body shaking again.

“I..” The sentence died on his tongue, again.

Pushing away from his grasp, you stood back and tried to support yourself.

“What did you do?” Rafe barely whispered, furrowing his eyebrows and setting his sights on your disheveled appearance.

“W-what..?” You replied, everything weighing down on your shoulders all at once as his words broke the world around you.

“How did you let yourself..” “No..” You whispered, backing away and letting tears form on your waterline as your face contorts into that of a crying child.

“Oh, baby..” He walked back up to you, supporting you in his arms, “What have you done to yourself?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to suck in more air. Your heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of your claustrophobic ribcage. A gag left your mouth as you let a cry go with it. Tears finally freely streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed into him. Your legs collapsed beneath you and he helped you to the ground, giving you space and taking a seat in front of you.

Rafe had only been next to you through about two panic attacks this far into your relationship. Each one felt more traumatic from the last, but you both knew it wasn’t true. You relied on Rafe, so it was easy to let yourself crave his presence during your flash-panic attacks.

“Look at me.” He said clearly, hesitating with a hand in the air, debating if he should touch you or not.

Every part of your body felt like it was being squeezed dry as he tried so hard to bring you back to the moment. You wanted his touch, his skin on yours, his pretty words in your ear, but your mind was racing while your body stayed frozen. You resorted to begging him through your own thoughts, nothing else feeling capable.

“Deep breathes, baby. You’re safe. It’s okay.” He recited a few times, finally deciding to hold your hands in his.

“H-hurts..!” You managed to sob out, referring to the doom-ridden feeling in your chest.

“I know it, princess.” Rafe whispered.

You mustered up the energy to lean forward, watching as he got the hint and moved next to where you were piled so you could curl into his body.

“S’just me, okay?” Rafe repeated a few times, his hands finding a place in your hair.

Looking up at him and feeling him looking back slowly helped you calm your ragged breaths. He held one of your shaky hands to his chest so you could mimic his breathing while he kept your head up.

“I can’t.. can’t..” You started, feeling more out of breath after focusing on his patterns instead. “I know it, baby. It’s okay, just look at me.” Rafe said, holding your foreheads together and letting you relax into him.

He left innocent, chaste kisses to your cheeks while he made you hold eye contact, letting his presence sink back into you.

“I’m so sorry.” Rafe whispered to you when your sobs finally slowed down.

With a deep breath, you nodded and broke eye contact by shoving your face into the crook of his neck. He let his hands find your hair again, kissing the side of your scalp right as you calmed down enough to breathe properly.

“I love you.” Rafe whispered, picking you up gently to support your weight on his own.

“I love you too.” Your voice cracked but you stayed strong, not letting tears fall again as you moved to your shared bedroom.

Rafe rubbed your back as you fell asleep on him, letting the lonely feeling disappear.

“My baby..” He whispered before you closed your eyes.

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#rafe cameron

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bunnyrecs · 12 days

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is it okay if I could ask for a toxic Harry one shot with more softer tones? like maybe he could be rlly rude to her and toxic at first but then softens up later on. :)

Mittens

A/N: i know i’ve been gone for a while, but i read everything you guys send me. me and my sister are so busy with work and our family sucks, so i wasn’t too motivated. but i know you guys don’t wanna hear about that. you wanna reeeeaddd. so please, enjoy. also this is a one-shot i think.

TW: toxic/mean/soft!harry, innocent/crybaby!y/n, fluff, angst, curse words. if there’s something i didn’t list, please tell me. 💗

SUMMARY: The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.

Harry sits across from you with his arms crossed, his emerald green eyes locked on you. You’re eating at his favorite Asian restaurant, slurping up the noodles he ordered for you. Harry didn't place an order for him; on days like this, when he pampers you all day long, he rarely does. He’s more than fine with that, though. He loves to see you eating and happy with what he gives you.

As you eat, you’re unaware of the black bean sauce that’s now coated your lips and cheeks, almost getting on the white sundress Harry bought you. He watches, his eyebrows slightly raised as you continue eating. He waits for you to notice the mess you’ve made, but after a few moments he grabs a napkin and calls you harshly. In one harsh movement, Harry grabs your chin, forcing your cheeks to squish together. Noodles pour out of your mouth. Your eyes grow big and wide as you stare up at Harry, who’s now pulling out his phone with his free hand.

“Wha?” You try to say when he points the phone at you, but Harry tells you to be quiet as soon as you open your mouth. The flash goes off, and Harry smiles cunningly to himself and puts his phone back in his pocket. With noodle and sauce spilling out of your mouth, you whimper at Harry, and he uses the napkin to clean you.

“Harry-”

Once you notice Harry's face getting angrier, you hesitate.

“Harry, I-”

“Shh. S’fine. Just remember what I told you about table manners, okay?” Harry tells you, his voice deep while in a reassuring tone. You nod your head at his orders and pick up your chopsticks once again.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I just really love these noodles, thank you so much for bringing me here!” As you get a good amount of noodles in your chopsticks, you can’t help your smile as you think of the sweet, savory taste of the noodles on your tongue again. Harry smiles at the sight of you, and continues to watch you eat.

“Harry, do you think we can come back here tomorro- LOOK!” You interrupt yourself with a loud, dramatic gasp, pointing outside the window. Before Harry can even blink, you’re standing on the seat with your knees, palms pressed against the cold window.

“What are you-” Harry begins, but is over-powered by your loud rambling.

“Harry, I’m gonna go outside and pet it! I’ll be right back- awww! It’s sooo cute! I’ll be one sec!”

“Pet what? No, Y/n. Get back here- Y/n!” Harry attempts to grab your arm, but you’re already out of reach.

“Bye!!” And just like that, the doorbell rings as you leave out the building, leaving Harry clueless and even more annoyed than before. He looks out the window, scoffs at the handprints you left, and looks for you before deciding to head out there with you.

Your knees begin to hurt from kneeling on the rough concrete, but you choose to ignore the pain. The only thing you care about now is the small Calico kitten that’s getting cozy in your arms. The kitty suckles on a worn-out blue mitten and drapes it from his teeth before placing it gently on your leg. He whimpers and purrs, rubbing his head onto your chest. Your eyes grow big as you gasp, feeling more connection towards the kitten.

“What the fuck did I tell you? Don’t go anywhere without telling me. Do you hear me? This is a main road, Y/n.” You gasp at Harry’s sudden booming voice, and watch as he stomps towards you with a look of extreme annoyance.

“What’s this?”

“A kitten, H! A calico kitten! Say meow!” Holding the kitten up to Harry, you take one of his paws pand make it wave at him. Harry expression remains the same.

“Get up.” He grabs your arm and lifts you up, rolling his eyes as you whine in disobedience.

“Why must I always repeat the rules to you? Are you too dense to remember them? Hm? Is that it?” Harry’s grip gets tighter as he speaks, but he lets go once he looks down to see tears filling your wide eyes.

“What? Do you want me to tell you that you can take it home? It’s not going to happen.”

“Wha- why? He won’t bother you! I promise I’ll take care of him-”

“No.” Harry says, almost immediately regretting it, though, as he sees the tears now flowing down your cheeks. Your lip quivers, as you look down at the kitten the best you can through your tears.

Harry sighs, before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“I know, Baby. Don’t cry. Just don’t want you to get sick, okay? It’s cute, but we don’t know where this kitten has been. Put it down and we can get your favorite ice cream, yeah?”

When you don’t answer, Harry kisses the top of your head, before leaning down slightly so he can shower the rest of your face with kisses.

“Y’want more kisses? Huh? Is that what’s gonna make you feel better?” Harry’s voice is low like a whisper, kissing you soft and gentle in hopes you’ll let the whole cat thing go.

“Gonna give you all the kisses you want when we get home, okay?”

You close your eyes and whimper into Harry’s touch, and you almost give in, but the Calico’s adorable face can’t leave your mind. You look back to see the kitten licking his paws, and back up at Harry.

“Harry, please. I want him..” You say lowly, followed by a long sigh from Harry.

“I know. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it, Baby. Maybe in the future if I-”

“In the future? But Harry, the future’s so long from now! What if this kitten is gone by then?

“We’ll find another one.”

“But what if-”

“Y/n. For fuck’s sake, get over it! You’re not getting the fucking kitten.” Harry says, grabbing your arm again, and dragging you down the side walk.

Which brings you to your impossible situation.

The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.

“Stop crying already.” Harry spits out. His voice was sharp and he spoke quick, like he was already tired of hearing you complaining. You whine at his harshness, and stop your feet in attempt to get him to let go of you.

“You don’t even get me gifts anymore.” You say, your voice strained from how much your struggling. Harry turns around so quick, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“I buy you something new every fuckin’ week. Stop being spoiled.” He shoots back, before continuing to drag you back to the car. You only continue to protest and stomp your feet, making Harry’s grip on you tighten even more.

“No. You already have enough things lying around the house. Y’think I wanna buy you a living pet? Already got you to bother me."

“Har-, please! It’s just a kitten!” Your throat begins to close as you cry harder. You see Harry scoff through your blurry vision. Harry shakes his head slightly while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ annoying.” Harry mutters under his breath, before wrapping his arms around you. You don’t think anything of it, until his arms tighten around your waist, and he pulls you up onto his shoulder. Harry keeps a hand on your butt, to keep your dress from blowing up with the wind. The only thing you can see is his lower shirt, and the concrete beginning to move again as he walks.

The feeling of defeat begins to rise up in you, and you were about to give up, until you saw that cute Calico cat begin to follow you. He was the most cutest thing you could ever look at, so small and cute just like you. You thought for sure Harry would let you have him, and hearing say no repeatedly just broke your little heart.

Harry’s car was just a few blocks down. All he needed to do was get you in there and take you to an ice cream place. It works every time, when you won’t take no for an answer. Except Harry didn’t know how much this cat meant to you, and it wouldn’t just take your favorite ice cream to make you forget.

“N-no! Put me down, Harry! Put me down!” You thrash and kick your legs around in the air, pounding your fists at Harry’s back. He tries to ignore you at first, but quickly gets annoyed at your screaming and whining. Before you know it, you’re back on your own two feet staring up at Harry’s narrowed eyes.

“You don’t know when to shut your fuckin’ mouth, huh? Y’want to walk by yourself? Fine. Don’t come cryin’ to me when your feet starts to hurt, even though I’m the one who warned you that would happen if you wore those shoes.” Harry spits out, pointing down at your white MaryJanes. You look down too, staring at your white and pink frilly socks you chose.

“I’m not going to let you walk by yourself, Y/n. Just be a good girl and walk beside me, yeah? Can you do that f’me?” Harry nods slightly while he speaks, waiting for you to do the same. His tolerance for you is obviously diminishing. If he was asked to be completely honest, he would say that you don’t need a cat. He already has you to take care of, and most of the time you’re distracted by something else, so you probably wouldn’t even have to patience to take care of a cat.

You look up at him pleadingly, hoping in your heart that Harry will suddenly change his mind. The car wasn’t too far from here, and the kitten could be anywhere now. Eventually, you slowly nod your head in compliance, and Harry gives you few kisses on the top of your head for behaving.

“That’s my good girl. C’mon, little baby. Gonna get you ice-”

“Harry, look! He’s over there! I’m gonna go get him!”

Before Harry can process, your running straight for the cat, who’s across the street. Your little brain, too excited for its own good, can’t even see the traffic coming.

"Y/N— Fuck!" For Harry, everything—the cars, the people walking by, and even you—moved slowly. He didn’t even think he had enough time to grab you. You were already off the curb and into the street. Adrenaline pumps in Harry’s veins, momentum picks up in his feet, giving him enough time wrap an arm around your waist. As you scream at the unexpected touch, Harry quickly grabs you and drags you away from the street.

You try to pry Harry’s arm off of you, but he just wouldn’t let go.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”

As soon as Harry's voice can be heard, everyone in the street looks in your direction. When he speaks, his voice is shaky and breathy, like he can’t catch his breath.

“ANSWER ME!”

Harry’s veins pop out of his neck as he screams, his eyes bloodshot from what just happened. He never experienced such intense fear. If there is even a slight chance that you were injured or worse, he wouldn't know where to start when it came to moving on. You’re far too important.

Now that you're fully sobbing, your chest is heaving with fear from the recent event. "I just-"

“Just.. shut up. Don’t talk.” Harry interrupts, then decides against listening to what you have to say. He grabs your wrist and yanks you to the car. He opens the car with the remote and immediately throws you in the backseat, instead of letting you sit with him upfront like he usually does.

“Wait-” You try to say, but Harry slams the door in your face. He walks to the drivers seat and immediately starts the car. From the backseat, you could see just how scared Harry was. You never see this in him, he’s always sarcastic and arrogant, but pleasing and sweet. Never scared. Harry fails to hide his frightened expression in the mirror.

The ride back home was torture. There was nothing said between you two, and the only thing heard was Harry’s deep sighs every few minutes. In any car ride with Harry, you could never be bored. He’d always find someway to keep you entertained, wether it was playing iSpy with you or talking about how much he loves you. This car ride was the complete opposite. You almost started to cry because the silence was so loud.

When you got back home, Harry didn’t let you in first, or even look back to see if you entered the house. He callously throws the car keys on the kitchen counter, and makes his way up the stairs.

“If you thought you were getting that kitten then, you’re definitely not getting it now.” Harry says in a mumble, but loud enough so he knows you hear him. The next thing you heard was the bedroom door slam shut, leaving you and your fuzzy brain all alone to overthink.

You contemplate whether to go in there and talk to Harry, but the look in his eyes when he was unlocking the front door- they were red and puffy, and his trembling made it harder to open the door. Ultimately, you decide that the couch was the best idea. You lay down on the couch and put your comfort show on the TV, trying your best to get rid of that guilty feeling in your chest.

When you wake, the first thing you see is you and Harry's bed sheets.

The bright morning sun awakes you from your sleep. It takes you a while to realize that you’re no longer on the couch, you’re on you and Harry’s bed, completely tucked in and under the warm covers. You notice that your sundress from yesterday has been replaced with only Harry’s t-shirt. With your eyes almost shut from the bright sun, you do your best to look on the bed and around the room for any sign of Harry. You let out a little whine when you see he’s nowhere in the room, and force yourself to get up.

Halfway down the stairs, you hear mutters of curse words and sighs coming from the floor below.

“Harry?” You speak softly, trying to assure Harry with your voice that you won’t be disobedient. There’s no answer, and when you reach the end of the stairs, you see nobody in the living room or the kitchen. Confused, and mind still fuzzy from sleep, you trudge around the house in hopes to find Harry.

“C’mon, right there, -fuck-” From the backyard, there is a faint sound, and your brows furrow in confusion as you try to understand the words.

“C’mon, that’s right, stay right there. Good girl.”

Those words make you gasp, and your thoughts start to stray in unwanted directions. The words continue to be said, and you wish that you wouldn’t have disobeyed Harry yesterday. You wish you were better for him, because now someone else is pleasing him, like you were supposed to. Your heart sinks as you race to the back door, and open it as fast as you can.

“Harry!” You say as you slam the door open, startling Harry from what he was doing. Only his lower half is visible, the other being concealed by the wall. He comes from the corner and sees you, tears running down your cheeks, and your stuffed animal in one hand.

“Baby?”

That sinking feeling immediately vanishes when you see Harry.

“You’re up.” Harry says, casually holding two Calico cats in both hands. He’s smiling awkwardly and wide, waiting for you to give him a response. You can’t, you just stand there, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“B-but you said-”

“Forget what I said, baby. S’not what I meant.” Harry interrupts you, and speaks softly so you know he’s not angry with you about last night. He sets the cats down in the crate that you have no idea where he got it from, and brings his attention to you.

“Was out since like four AM tryna find that cat again. Turns out he has a sis-”

Harry’s cut off by you rushing into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can.

“Thank you so much, Harry!”

“You’re welcome, Baby. Both kept running off, it took so long just to grab them-”

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You say, voice muffled into his chest. You feel the vibration in his chest as he laughs. He takes a handful of your hair in his fist and slightly pulls it back just enough for you to look up at him.

“You know I love you too. But disobeying me isn’t the way to get what you want.”

You silently shudder to yourself and try to avoid thinking about how you behaved yesterday. You’re surprised Harry’s not even mad anymore. Usually when you act out, he’s not so forgiving this quick.

“I know I wasn’t the best yesterday either,” Harry starts, his voice low as he admits what he was doing wrong.

“Shouldn’t have scolded you like that. I know you just don’t know any better and yelling at you wasn’t the answer. Just made my baby cry.”

Staring up at Harry, who’s visibly upset with what he’s done, you step up in your tippy toes to kiss him gently on the forehead.

“I’m okay, Harry. I-I shouldn’t have ran into the street-” With your gaze completely avoiding Harry’s stare, you try hard to finish your sentence without sobbing.

“And I’m really, really s-”

“I know, Kitten.”

“Huh?” You ask, still avoiding Harry’s gaze at you.

“I know you’re sorry, Baby..”

Harry pauses, as he doesn’t know wether to tell you this, or just leave it as something only he knows.

“You were crying in your sleep..” Harry fights the urge to look down too. He knows if he wouldn’t have been so harsh in you about Mittens in the first place, you would’ve never acted out, and Harry has known you long enough to know that you don’t know any better.

“Poor baby was cryin’ in her sleep.. I’ve never felt more shame in my life. How could I make such a sweet girl cry?” Harry speaks, more to himself than to you, as he looks off into the backyard, and than back towards you.

“I’m so, so, sorry..” You say in a whisper, almost choking the horrible feeling rising in your throat.

“Mm,” Harry mumbles, taking his hand and caressing you cheek with it to get you to calm down, as he sees you’re already out of breath with emotion. You can’t help but shudder at his new stern tone when he starts talking again.

“Understand that you have to be careful, Y/n. I know I made the mistake of just scolding you, and yelling at you, but when you ran into the street..”

Harry pauses.

“You know I would be lost without you.” He takes another pause, like he knows once he starts talking he won’t be able to stop until it’s all out. But he decides, that’s okay. As long as you know how vital you are.

“There quite literally is no other you. I-I can't replace you, Y/n. And I know I'm an ass, and I’m arrogant and annoying ninety percent of the time, but, know that you're all I have. You have to be careful, Y/n. Jus' be careful for me, alright? Jus' bear that in mind.”

Harry’s voice remains in a low rhythm. Cool fingertips slide across your cheek as he takes in every detail of your face, his gaze full of longing and remorse. And, as you saw for the first time before, fear.

You don't realize that when you glance up at Harry, another melancholy expression has crept upon your face, and tears have risen in your eyes. Harry’s own eyes dilate at you, and he smooths his thumb across your furrowed brow.

“You’re not in trouble, baby. S’okay.”

Harry’s eyes flicker back and forth between yours, and he gently leans in to kiss your nose. The kiss was so light and sweet, like the kiss of a butterfly, making you feel warm inside.

“Don’t you wanna play with your kittens?” Harry asks, his voice light and inviting. You immediately nod your head frantically, as if you couldn’t wait any longer. Sitting down on the grass, you grab both cats and sit them in your lap. The boy immediately begins to cherish you, waving his tail in your face and purring. The girl, however, isn’t too fond of you yet. She turns away from you, and wanders the backyard.

“What’re you gonna name them?” Harry asks, grabbing a chair and sitting down in front of you. You pause at his question, trying your hardest to think of names that suit these cats.

“I dunno. This one will be Mittens,” You start, scratching under the cat’s chin, making him purr and his eyes dilate.

“Because when we found each other, he was chewing on a blue mitten!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at you, because you were so happy now that you got what you wanted. He knows he can’t always continue to spoil you, but when your his good girl (he won’t admit it, but even when you’re bad), he can never say no.

“And the girl?”

“She’ll be.. she’ll be..” The words don’t come out. Your fuzzy little brain, only filled with excitement, just gives up. Harry gives a sympathetic pout at your confusion before speaking.

“S’fine baby, you can decide later. Wanna bring ‘‘em inside?”

Whipping your neck up at Harry, your eyes go big at the opportunity you never thought you’d have.

“Yes!! Thank you so much!!” You say, practically screaming at how excited you are. You begin to pick up Mittens, but you stop once you hear Harry’s voice.

“Woah, before you go, what’re you forgetting?”

A gasp escapes your mouth at Harry’s sudden harsh tone. His face is completely straight, with not a hint of emotion. Your brain goes crazy at what you could’ve forgotten this time. Looking at Harry only made it worse for you, as he’s sitting back on the chair with his legs spread wide, green eyes locked on yours. You take him in, looking at every part of him, until you just.. move.

Practically jumping in to Harry’s lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his soft, plump lips. His eyes go wide at you, but quickly close as he feels he feels your mouth move with his. He tried to keep the kiss going for longer, but he couldn’t contain his laughter, and you couldn’t either. Even you are surprised at your sudden confidence.

“Haha, good girl! That’s not what I meant, but good girl. Was talkin’ about the crates, baby. Gotta take responsibility.” Answering with an obedient nod, you wrap your arms more tightly around Harry’s neck. You and Harry kiss a few more times, before he gently taps the side of your thighs as a signal for you to hop off his lap. When you do, Harry grabs the girl cat, and you grab Mittens.

You head back towards the door, Harry letting you in first. You reach the living room and begin to set Mittens down, but pause and look for Harry. You give him a pleading look, your eyes asking him if it’s okay to let the cats play here.

He gives you a small nod of approval, smiling at how obedient you’re being. You set down Mittens, and Harry sets down the girl cat. As soon as Mitten’s paws hit the floor, he wanders around curiously with his sister. You watch them go for a few moments before following them.

“Wait up, Mittens!” You say, as if he can understand you. Mittens watches you catch up, and you gently pick him up in your arms. Sitting back down, you place Mittens in your lap again and begin to pet his soft fur. Once you scratch underneath his chin, he closes his eyes and purrs, leaning into your touch.

Now sitting on the couch, Harry is just staring at the kitten and you. How could he have deprived you of something like this? You look so happy with the kitten, and the feeling of guilt begins to rise in him the more he looks at you. Regardless of how Harry acted earlier, happiness and contentment is all he could want for you. There’s no doubt that you’re spoiled, though. You always get what you want from Harry eventually, and he wonders if you knew that this whole time.

Harry laughs gently to himself at the sight of your smile and the sound of your giggles. You look up at him, his gaze locked on you and the kitten as he remains leaned back on the couch.

“What ya lookin at, Harry?” You ask between enthusiastic giggles.

“M’ lookin at my girl, my spoiled girl. Who told you that you can get whatever you want, hm? Was that my doing?”

With you and Harry’s gazes still locked on each other’s, you laugh before answering, as you pet Mittens.

“It’s all your fault, Harry!”

“Right, baby. S’all my fault.” Harry responds, getting off the couch and beginning to sit down on the floor next to you. He pauses midway so he can kiss your head gently. You pat the spot next to you so Harry can sit, and the girl cat, who’s done wandering now, warily makes her way towards Harry.

The girl cat hesitates for a moment before tentatively biting and chewing on his index finger, still not particularly amused. He takes the opportunity to touch her again, and when he does, she immediately begins purring and meowing in response to the touch. Harry and you both chuckle at her response.

Even with the little time Harry’s spent with the kittens, he can understand what made you want them so badly. The way you purr when you get what you want, the way you whine when you don’t, and how you’re constantly begging for his attention all reminds him of a kitten. That’s why he began calling you one in the first place.

“Reminds me of someone.”

“Who?” You ask, voice high and curious. Harry doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words before speaking.

“Who’s my Kitten?”

When you don’t answer right away, Harry repeats his question.

“Who’s my good little Kitten?”

You answer with a wide, gushing smile, holding Mittens up to your cheeks as you do.

“S’ right, Baby. Now you got some Kittens of your own. Think you’re ready? It’s a really big respons-”

Harry accidentally cuts himself off with a yawn, tiredly ruffling his hair as he does. He blinks his eyes a few times too, not being able to see clearly.

“M’ sorry, Baby. Like I said, only slept like thirty minutes yesterday. I’m gonna stay up and watch you play, though, alright? Don’t wanna miss this.”

You nod unseemly, continuing to play with your new kitties, while Harry takes a seat back on the couch. The way that Mittens loves on you makes you feel so warm and happy. You get easily lost in your happiness, and time just slips from your mind.

Your head shoots up when you hear soft snores come from above you. Harry lays fallen back against the couch, and his mouth slightly open as he breathes heavily. His hair is ruffled completely, and his brows are creased with discomfort.

Gently and quietly, you set Mittens down and tip toe towards Harry. You bring a gentle hand towards his cheek, slightly rubbing him so he wakes up.

Harry’s eyes shoot up at you, and across the living room as he processes where he is.

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, Baby. I thought I could-”

“Harry,” You interrupt, a frown appearing on your face, which contagiously gives Harry one too, at the sight of yours. You’re visibly upset, because you know the lengths Harry will go through to make sure you always get what you want. The fact that he’ll stay up just to watch you play makes you feel even more guilty.

“You have to sleep,” You say in a low whisper, being mindful of how sleepy Harry is. He slowly makes his way off the couch, stopping and yawning before completely getting up. You two begin to head up the stairs, but you stop once you see Mittens and his sister carefully follow behind you.

“I know you don’t want them on the bed, but can we at least bring the crates in the room so they won’t be lonely?” You beg as politely as you can, mentally cringing at the thought of Harry saying no. You won’t cry though, because you know you’ve asked a lot of Harry today.

“What?” You hear Harry say, his voice deep, and almost incoherent with sleepiness. "No, leave the crates," and your stomach drops. Despite your disappointment, you start to let it go as you look down.

“They can sleep with us.” Harry grabs both cats, who were silently cleaning each other below you. Mentally throwing a party, you smile gratefully and begin to walk up the stairs with Harry and the cats.

After Harry places the cats on your large, plush bed, he begins changing out of the clothing he was still wearing from yesterday. The cats immediately begin to explore, delicately pulling at the covers with their claws. You assist Harry with changing his clothes because he was too worn out to manage it himself. He initially resisted a little, insisting he was alright, but after repeatedly stumbling and swearing, he gave up.

“Look at you, takin’ care of me for a change,” Harry smirks at you followed by a yawn, while you giggle.

“Mm, thank you, Baby.” When you’re done, Harry grants you with a kiss on the nose as a thank you.

Once you’re finished, you and Harry crawl in bed together, and Harry brings you up close to his chest, kissing your head just before his eyes flutter shut.

“Are you happy, Y/n?” He asks, voice getting husky with sleepiness.

“Mhm! I love you so much. I still can’t believe I have Mittens!” You say, not being able to contain the excitement in your voice. Harry only laughs lightly, kissing your head once more.

“Mm… Good. Than so am I.”

With you in Harry’s chest, Mittens laying by your shoulder, and his sister laying by your feet, you and Harry begin to fall into slumber. You couldn’t be any happier.

A/N~ what should the female cat’s name be?🐈 i hope you enjoyed, and please leave name suggestions if you want to. <3 thanks for reading! and yes, ruin part 2 is coming very very soon. like sooner than soon, lol.

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— K.TH | breeding kink drabble

#tags — kang taehyun x fem!reader | smut, drabble hc #contains — breeding kink focus, hair pulling, degrading (like...a lot), praise, rough to gentle, some aftercare, dom!th #warnings — lowercase intended, not proofread #words — 673 #thoughts — pt 4/5 !! check my txt masterlist for the other parts | this was longer than i intended for it to be.......😁 #note — this is my orignal work; @keiho june 2023. do NOT repost.

taehyun's fingers slide lovingly through your hair, working their way up from your nape before he tightens his grip, pulling your head back.

he's got you bent over the kitchen counter, driven mad from the sight of you in his t-shirt. it's only 10 in the morning; you've been awake for maybe 30 minutes, and he's already made you cum. three times.

another weak moan slips from your lips and he growls in your ear, smiling sadistically.

"just like that, take it," he whispers. his voice is quiet but it's still harsh and degrading, almost verbally punishing you for getting him so worked up. "take my cock, fucking into you 'cause you had to wear this." he pulls at the hem of your — his — shirt with his other hand. he suddenly decides that it'd make good leverage, knotting it up in his hand to hold you steady while he fucks you.

your legs start to shake. your calves feel like they're on fire from propping yourself up on your tip-toes for so long, but suddenly the pain is drowned out as a fourth orgasm begins to build.

"yeah? you like this, slut? you like it when i fuck you like this," he growls when he feels your pussy clench around his cock. "fucking you over the counter like a little fuckdoll."

you moan at his words, every little thing pushing you quickly towards your orgasm.

"bet you want me to cum in you too," he groans, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. you damn near scream out his name at the feeling, his cock hitting a depth you didn't know was possible, sending a dizzying wave of pleasure through your body.

you nod as best you can with his hand in your hair, making him chuckle darkly.

"naughty fucking slut aren't you," he moans out, feeling his own orgasm approaching. his voice softens a bit when he asks, "do you want me to cum inside you, baby? hm?"

"p-please," you manage to force out, your voice strained as you hold back your orgasm, waiting for him to give you permission.

"mmh, good fucking girl." he lets go of the shirt and reaches down and around your hips, slipping his hand between your legs to rub at your clit hastily. he loosens his grip on your hair enough for you to quiver the way you always do as your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

the sensation of your cunt squeezing around his cock makes his hips stutter, a broken groan erupting from his throat as he pushes himself deeper just once more.

"don't move," he whispers gently, carefully letting go of your hair. your chin falls to your chest immediately, your body weakened by your overwhelming orgasm.

he laughs a little at this, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to your shoulder through the fabric of your clothes.

"you did so good for me, baby," he tells you. he's slow to pull out, conscious of how sensitive you are. when his cock slips out of you, his cum almost immediately follows, trickling out of your pussy into a little puddle between your feet.

"you're mean," you say breathlessly, making taehyun laugh faintly. he softly pulls you into a standing position, moving to effortlessly lift you into his hold. bridal-style, he carries you to the couch, setting you down on the plush surface with care.

"i know i am, but you made me feel so good." he nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately, spreading your legs. "just one more thing," he says. he slips his hand between your thighs, running his first two fingers over your pussy. you gasp loudly and your hips thrust into his touch involuntarily.

"t-tae, i can't—" you whine, too overstimulated for more.

"i know baby, i won't," he whispers. when his hand comes back into view, his fingers are covered in a mix of your juices and his cum, and he has that dark smile on his lips again. "open your mouth."

#kang taehyun

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bunnyrecs · 12 days

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distraction – choi yeonjun.

pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x g/n!reader

disclaimer: reader has a pussy but no pronouns were defined!

warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, pet/endearing names (baby, angel), orgasm denial, yeonjun is a messy pussy eater <3

word count: 3k

a/n: so… it was a request and i took so long to get this done </3 i’m so sorry anon, honestly i don’t like sooo much how this came out but hope you do!!

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#choi yeonjun

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bunnyrecs · 12 days

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𓂂 ׅ 𓈒 ݁ cock-warming with yeonjun

pairing: choi yeonjun x afab!reader

genre: non-idol au, smut

synopsis: you’d been mouthy with yeonjun all day to the point you made the mistake of joking about how you’d ‘make it so good for him if he just let you be on top once’. So, here's how you ended up here, on top of him as he sat up in bed, an arm around his as he smirked down at you, watching you struggle.

warnings: unprotected sex (use protection kids), dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, cock-warming

word count: 0.3k┊masterlist

author's note: i am a firm believer of daddy kink yeonjun.. if you dont agree. well, your opinion isnt valid.. /hj . . . nsfw under the cut

“Move again an’ you ain’t comin’ for a week, baby.” His low rasp in your ear made you shudder, your walls clenching harder around him. His hand came down on your ass, making you whine and arch your back as the sting on the already swollen and abused skin spread through you.

Your legs were shaking, slick running down your thighs. You were on Yeonjun’s lap; impaled on his cock which was splitting you open, his tip spearing into your cervix. He’d had you here for the past three hours, unmoving. You were barely hanging on as the pain and pleasure swirled in your head, making you restless. You were squirming on top of him, desperate to relieve the sweet ache that had developed between your legs; trying something, anything to take the edge off.

Your vision swam with tears as you gulped harsh breaths, your desperation growing by the minute. Pressing your face into his neck, you fisted a hand in his shirt while trying to calm your shuddering breaths, erratic heartbeat. Yeonjun watched you, so utterly wrecked for him, and chuckled down at you. “‘S wrong, sweetheart?” His deceptively sweet words reeked of condescension as cooed them at you, thumbing at your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains.

“T-too big, daddy ‘s too big ” you sobbed, burying yourself into his embrace further. He tutted in disapproval before smoothing the hair out of your face.

“I know, honey, I see it, I do.” He brings his fingers down where you’re both connected, spreading his index and middle fingers to sit against the V of your swollen lips stretching to accommodate him, forcing another hiccuping sob out of you as you clutch his forearm. “Look at that.” He brings his other hand up to your abdomen, pressing down mercilessly and making you choke on you breath as a whimper escapes you. “Daddy’s stretchin’ you out, babygirl. Be good for just a little longer and I’ll take care of ya, okay?” You nod feverishly into his shirt, throbbing around him in need and whining at the feeling of your arousal dribbling out of you as a result. His words meant nothing to you, now. He’d said the same thing an hour ago.

He said it again two hours later, too.

#choi yeonjun

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bunnyrecs · 13 days

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Class clown

class clown gyu who for some reason has it out for nerd!reader and finally she gets sick of it and puts him in his place. warnings: dom!reader, sub!gyu, handjob, blowjob, dirty talk, pathetic gyu as always

"What is your problem?" You snap at Beomgyu, the class clown and the bane of your existence. He is always on your case, making fun of you in front of everyone. Today you made a mistake answering the proferssor's question and he immediatley jumped on it, humiliating you in front of the entire class. "Why do you have to mess with me?"

"Because you're fun to mess them." He answers simply, a huge infuriating grin on his face. You look really funny when you're angry."

You don't know what came over you, you're not usually a violent person but seeing his stupid cocky face makes you lose it and you shove him against the wall, slamming your hands on either side of his head to trap him in. "Do I look funny now?

But to your chagrin, he keeps grinning, not phased one bit. "Kinda."

You're so frustrated you could cry. There was nothing you have ever thought of or done that got him to leave you alone. He has been doing this to you for years, even back when you were at school. In fact you had been so excited to go to uni just to escape him, only to see his stupid face at your first lecture and your entire dream of escape came crashing down.

"What? The smart mouth finally has got nothing to say?" He goads when you stay quiet too long for his liking.

Your vision turns red. He makes you so frustrated and pent up, you would do anything to shut him up. Maybe that's why you resorted to doing something crazy.

Grabbing his face, you push your lips against his, intending to strong-arm him into silence. After all if his lips are busy, he can't mouth off anymore.

You don't know how you expected him to react to that--freeze in shock? Push you off? Call you crazy? You don't know but you certainly didn't expect him to almost immediately start kissing you back. It threw you off so hard you actually pull away from the kiss yourself.

But as soon as you pull back, he's running his mouth again. "Damn, nerd, looks like your mouth is good for somethjng other than eating the professor's ass."

"You're so fucking.. ugh!" You groan, shutting him up again. But this time you don't just use your mouth, instead you raise his shirt up, feeling up his body to his nipples and grabbing them between your thumbs and index fingers and pulling on them a bit roughly, making him gasp and break away from the kiss with a wet smack.

"Oh god," He groans, eyes fluttering as you roll his nipples between your fingers.

"You like that, brat?" You spit, happy to finally be getting the upper hand for the first time in your years of being tormented by Beomgyu.

"Fuck yeah." He groans and tries to reach out to touch your own tits.

"Don't fucking touch me, brat." You hiss at him, "If you touch me, I stop."

"You're being such a killjoy." He protests but it's hard for him to keep a steady voice when your fingers are playing with his clearly sensitive nipples like that, and even more so when one of your hands slips into his loose pants to palm his already very hard cock.

"You look like you're enjoying it enough." You mutter, twisting your hand up to the head of his cock, making him moan out.

"Fucking hell...Are you gonna fuck me?" He asks bluntly.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Gyu?" You ask, and any hesitency over the unfamiliar nickname vanishes as he shudders under your touch.

"If you're going to be handling my cock like that then I damn well expect to get a fuck out of it." He replies, still insolent despite his whimpering and frankly slutty moans.

"You're such a little bitch." You chastise, focusing your strokes on the head of his cock, aiming for maximum damage. "You think you deserve to get anywhere near my pussy after the shit you've pulled over me for years?"

He shrugs, trying to affect nonchalance but it's hard to but he's panting like a bitch for you. "Maybe if you get fucked good, you'd be a little less uptight.

Uptight! Just because you care about your future, that doesn't make you uptight. God, you hate him... but damn, does he looks fucking hot falling apart in your hands like that.

"And maybe if you were getting any attention on your cock apart from your own hand, you wouldn't be such an attention seeking slut." You jeer, getting down on your knees. "Now shut the fuck up or you won't get to cum at all."

"What--" He doesn't have time to formulate his question before you pull his pants down and wrap your mouth around his cock, sucking any retort right out of him.

"Oh, fuck, that's it." He arches his back, driving his cock further down your throat which you readily take, to his surprise.

"Fuck, where did you learn to suck dick like this?" He asks through his moans but you don't bother to answer him. You don't owe him an answer, you just want to shut the bitch up.

But Beomgyu is incapable of shutting up. "Have you been sucking dick on the down low? I didn't know the nerd is such a big slut. Thought you were a good girl."

You detach from his cock to retort, tearing a whine out of him which the idiot is too stupid to realize he is the cause of. "You're one to talk. Look how loudly you're moaning as soon as you get your dick wet. What? No one wants to fuck such a loudmouth?"

"Fuck you." He mutters, and you laugh. "You wish, baby." You smirk, bobbing your head down his cock again, going ruthlessly fast and getting the brat to writhe under you.

You think that would be the end of it but Beomgyu could die and his mouth would still be running. "Seriously, who are you fucking? Taehyun? Soobin? Don't tell me it's that manwhore Yeonjun?"

You pull off his dick in frustration, using your hand to jerk him off roughly instead. "Why do you fucking care who I fuck?"

"I don't care." He huffs, arching his back to push his cock further into your grip. "I just know they can't be fucking you good if you're still so uptight all the time. If you want a good time, I could give you the time of your life."

You burst out laughing, obviously bruising the boy's ego in the process but you don't care. And you don't even bother hiding your incredulity. "You? Do you even see yourself? I'm barely even moving my hand and you're fucking it like a dog in heat. Your dick is drooling all down my arm. You look like you're a few pumps away from creaming yourself. I don't think you'd even make it one stroke inside my pussy before you pop like a virgin."

"No, I'm not." He denies, trying to keep his hips still, clearly fighting with himself. "I can fuck you so good you'll screaming my name."

"You can? You can take hot, tight pussy until I cum? You can have me clench around your needy cock without emptying your balls inside me?" You reach your other hand out to cup his balls, massaging then gently between your fingers, making him suck in a shuddering breath. "You can hold back your hot cum until I'm ready to milk your cock? You won't just break and spurt your cum inside me as soon as you put it in?"

"Fuck, fuck, slow down." He gasps, trying to squirm away from your touch but you hold him tighter, jerking him off steadily.

"Why? Are you going to cum just from my hands? That's disappointing. I thought you wanted to give me the fuck of my life?" You cock your head to side, staring up at him condescendingly, making him shudder.

"Baby, please, slow down?"

"Baby?" You laugh. "Now I'm baby?"

"I can't take much more." He was jerking uncontrollably in your grip but you never let go, taking the hand on his balls off to press it against his lower tummy to hold him in place as you continue jerking off his now very red and slippery cock.

"Are you gonna cum?" You ask again and he nods, biting onto his lip harshly. "Yes, can I?"

You have to say you were taken aback at him suddenly asking for your permission to cum. You would have thought the brat would just do it with no warning. "Aw, baby is asking for permission to cum? If I knew it was this easy to get you to behave, I would have... well, actually I still wouldn't have touched you any sooner. But it's good to know how pathetic you really are."

"Fuck you." He repeats, voice strained in his effort to still hold back.

"You want me to say you can cum?" You tease, twisting your hand over the length of his cock slowly.

He nods. "Yes. Need it. Need it."

"Are you going to be good to me from now on?" You ask and he shakes his head. "You're too fun to tease."

"You are too." You counter, slowing your hand down, making him thrust his hips to try to get more of your touch so you smack his thigh in punishment. "Down, boy!"

"Baby, please!" He begs so sweetly, pining you with his pretty, brown eyes, his dick drooling in your grip.

"Are you going to be good from now on?" You tighten your grip around him as you deliberately move your hand up the entire length of his cock, feeling his precum dripping down your arm.

"Yes, yes, I'll be good. I'll be so good." He babbles, and you know he is lying his ass off, just wanting to say whatever would get you to let him cum, but even that makes you feel so fucking hot. To have that effect on your tormentor after all these years is a fucking head rush.

"God, you're a mess." You mutter, quickening your pace over his cock, making Beomgyu panic. "Wait, wait, can I cum? Can I cum?"

It's a little precious how much he panics over cumming without your explicit permission, so much so you decide to just give it to him, wanting to see the brat completely lose it in your grip.

"You can cum, brat." As soon as you utter the words--as if he was really waiting for them--he explodes, spurting rope after rope of cum down your arm and onto your chest.

"Thank you. Thank you, baby." He cries, emptying himself for you until he can no longer hold himself up anymore and collapses to the ground by your side.

But to your surprise and mild horror, Beomgyu takes a minute to calm himself down before he grabs his own cock and strokes himself to full hardness again, bearing through the pain of overstimulation for a reason that only becomes apparent to you after you ask, "What the hell are you doing, Beomgyu?"

"I promised I can fuck you good, didn't I?"

He really is insane.

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#choi beomgyu

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bunnyrecs · 13 days

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2:30 a.m., soobin, nsfw ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

Everything is so desperate as you pathetically push your hips into Soobin’s. Both of your clothes are still on, but friction of his clothed cock against your pussy is enough to make your head spin. The way you grind onto him, it’s like you’re possessed by the sole thought of getting off. Soobin’s always liked how selfish you get when it comes to your pleasure. It turns him on to know that he has the power to reduce you to something so feral, it gives him a power trip. Sometimes he thinks about pushing you off, just to see what you’d do.

For now his mouth is on yours, with his hands up your baggy shirt playing with your tits. He alternates between pushing them together and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, lightly tugging on them here and there just to hear the whimpers you make against his mouth. Something about doing something so filthy with clothes on makes you feel even dirtier.

Abruptly, he breaks the kiss to pull your shirt over your head, without the additional fabric he can see the way your body contorts with every roll of your hips. He sees how your boxer briefs are soaked from your wetness, so much so that its now starting to soak into his. Fueled by the sight he leans forward to drip spit onto your chest, smearing it with his hands back over your nipples.

With the new sensation you gasp, desperation over taking you as you lean back on your hands, pushing your chest closer to his hands while simultaneously finding a deeper angle to hump onto him. He can tell you found just the right amount of friction with the way you cry out and start moving at a faster pace than before.

“Want me to help you baby?”

At the sound of his voice you open your eyes that you had previously closed in concentration. His hair is messy over his eyes, a cocky and amused smirk resting on his lips. Had you been in a different mood you would make him cry, but that’s for another time. Right now all you can do is nod your head, whining out into the air.

He laughs at this but doesn’t torment you for too long. Rather he plants his feet against the mattress, his hands taking a firm grip over your hips before he starts to pull your body against his at the same time he grinds up. And the angle is so fucking delicious, you can practically feel the outline of his cock against your cunt.

“you look so cute like this sweetheart, just so desperate to cum.”

He tries to sound dominant with his words, but you can hear how each sentence ends in a whine. Your cheeks still heat up at his comment, your heart swelling at the compliment.

“Just surrender to the feeling. Use me to cum baby, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

It’s just like him to be so affectionate and endearing even in a moment like this. You listen to him, closing your eyes and rolling your hips into his as he grinds up. You let yourself be taken over by your want, leaning further back on your hands to find the deepest angle. Once you find it your hips don’t let up, whining with your head tossed back, letting out gentle cries of his name. You pull one of his hands off your waist to spit into his palm before bringing it to your chest and pushing it onto your tits. Soobin thinks you’re the hottest like this when you take exactly what it is that you want. When you use him like his sole purpose is to get you off. And who can resist a pretty girl panting on their lap, looking the epitome of fucked out and needy. When your hips start to stutter Soobin forces himself to keep his eyes on you. The curve of your body, the way you throw your head back, the way you always try and curl in on yourself when you cum with the pleasure being too much. When your pace comes to a halt you collapse against his chest, your underwear all sticky and stuck to your sensitive cunt. He flips the both of you over so hes on top, littering kisses on your face as his hips start to move.

“So cute baby, so cute when you cum. My good girl.”

As he buries his face in your neck you run your hands through his hair, pulling on it every now and then to hear his whines. As his movements get sloppier you can tell he’s getting drunk from the pleasure, slurring out your name as he paws at your breasts.

“So good for me Bin, letting me use you, making me feel so good.”

He shivers at the praise, starting to feel overwhelmed by everything taking over his senses.

“Why don’t you cum for me? Want it so bad, just want you to feel good. Make a mess of me.”

He chokes at your last sentence, sinking his teeth into your neck as he rolls his hips into yours as deep as he can as he releases, like he’s trying to fuck you through the layer of clothing. When he stills he collapses on top of you, panting as he comes down.

“”m all sticky.” He huffs out as your stroke his hair away from his face so you can see his flushed cheeks.

“My poor baby.”

He rolls his eyes at this, but deep down you know he secretly likes being babied in this way. It’s evident in the way you’re the one still holding him as you play with his hair.

“Your ‘poor baby’ just made you cum in your shorts as you drooled on yourself.”

“Fuck you.”

#choi soobin

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bunnyrecs · 17 days

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ও gojo satoru x fem!reader

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 never stops talking. even during sex. hell, he's even more talkative during sex.

and he knows that you're not as chatty as he is. especially when he's buried deep inside your cunt.

"keep talking to me or I will stop, princess." he orders, his blue eyes leaving where your two bodies are connected to meet your face.

"I..."

he raises an eyebrow, inviting you to keep going, his hands tightening around your hips to stop your body from moving. you release a cute whine and he starts rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs on your skin, a soft smile spreading across his handsome face.

"I went to the bookstore this morning and..."

you pause to let out a shaky sigh as he starts to move slowly again, dragging your hips back and forth and your hands find his shoulders to keep you balanced.

"it's okay princess, keep going, I wanna know how was your day." he coos, almost purring against your ear.

and you're too busy trying not to stutter to notice the way his bottom lip is slightly shaking, the way he removes one of his hands from your hip to grab a fistful of the sheets, his knuckles going white around the soft fabric. his cock is still lazily pumping in and out of you and his eyes close for a split second when he hears your voice crack as you try to explain in detail how your day went. gojo has always lived a life of restraint, and his sex life is no exception. he's always gentle with you because he has to, even when you ask him to be rough, he'd break you in two if he really listened. but god sometimes he desperately wants to.

he smiles at your obedience and you keep talking, your hands clutching his chest, your nails lightly scratching his skin.

"can't... please, satoru..."

you swear you just felt his cock throb inside you and you whimper when he suddenly grabs your face, his large hand covering almost half of your face.

"look at me. baby, you're so sweet, all of you is so pretty, I could keep fucking you like this forever."

you try to look away from his piercing gaze but it's no use with the way he's holding your face. he's all over you, his free hand roaming over your tits, his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck and his cock bullying your poor pussy.

this sweet torture will last until he gets tired of your whines, which rarely happens.

#gojo satoru

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bunnyrecs · 21 days

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🇦🇳🇬🇪🇱🦢

Bf!Taehyun x Fem!Reader Est. Relationship

♡ Warnings: very suggestive! sir kink, little bit of degradation (reader gets called a whore, angel, etc), little bit of exhibitionism mentioned as well, lmk if i missed something! ♡ A/N: i honestly forgot ppl were asking for more coquette tubatu... so ask and u shall receive smile. i rewrote this so many times too because I've been going through a period where i hate everything i write sdfgddfss so please be kind (i also know nothing about cars.. be warned.)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Smarty" by Lana Del Rey

0:09 ━●────────── 4:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

As stars began to bloom in the night sky, you meticulously glided your lipstick across those pretty plump lips of yours. Your room was filled with the scent of apple cinnamon along with a hint of slight smoke from the iron that you were using to form soft curls into your delicate hair.

Your pretty eyelashes fluttered shut as you hummed the tune of your favorite song, your heart soaring in excitement at the thought of your boyfriend coming over in his new car to take you out on a date.

With hair soft and neat, pretty heels in perfect combination with your lacey mini skirt and top, and your nails freshly done in pretty white and pink details, you sprinkle yourself in your favorite perfume. Fresh vanilla, something your boyfriend just couldn’t resist when you were in the vicinity.

A buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts and you look over to see your boyfriend’s name displayed across your screen.

“Tyunnie!” You smile, your voice cheery as you practically jump in your chair from the excitement of knowing he was on the other line.

“Hi angel, I’m here. You ready?” Taehyun’s low voice mixed with the sound of his car engine as it rumbled in the background.

“Course I am! Coming out right now!” You chirp as you grab your purse, the sound of your expensive heels clicking against the floor while you skip out of your room.

“Good girl, see you right now then.” Taehyun ends the call with a click.

Taehyun is already standing outside of his brand-new car by the time you reach him. He watches you with a slight smirk, eyes following your every movement as you gracefully make your way to his car.

A black Porsche. A perfect match to your boyfriend’s polished and sleek appearance.

“Like my new car baby?” Taehyun tilts his head, his voice a saccharine tone.

“It’s pretty, looks expensive..” You stand in front of your boyfriend, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as he pulls you in.

“Yeah, you think so?… It’ll never be as pretty as my angel though” Taehyun mumbles into your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses from under your ear to your collarbone.

Your breath hitches as you feel his teeth nip pretty purple flowers onto your delicate skin.

“Mm, tyun wait– let’s wait till we get to the d– drive in..”

You attempt to lean away, but the way his strong hands firmly hold you against him has your stomach tied in knots. Taehyun takes in the scent of your sweet perfume and smiles.

“Smell so good I could take you right now baby”

You let out a whine and Taehyun takes it as his sign to pull away before he gets carried away. Your boyfriend grins at the way your face is flushed, lips formed into the cutest pout.

His pretty, pretty girl.

Taehyun opens the door to his car and you slide into your spot as passenger princess, taking in the black leather interior and fresh scent of a brand new car. Your cute little heels were a sweet contrast to the dark aesthetic you were sitting in.

“You ready to see how fast this goes, angel?” he tilts his head towards you as the engine of his car purrs.

Taking your doe eyes off of the mirror, you bat your lashes as you turn to him.

“I’ll go anywhere you take me, sir.”

.⋆｡°♡

Your boyfriend always spoiled you, stopping by the nearest convenience store to buy you that same cherry slush you always begged for. After all, the cherry-flavored make-out session that followed was addicting to him, licking your red-stained lips in the back of his car as his strong arms lifted you into his lap. Your laced skirt riding up giving him the best view of your thighs, he always found himself gripping onto them while he made a mess of your makeup.

Every Friday night he’d pick you up and take you wherever you wanted to go, his treat.

If you were being honest, you had no idea what movie was being shown tonight, it didn’t matter as you had other ideas, and of course– your cunning boyfriend always picked up on anything you had planned.

As Taehyun parked his car towards the back of the lot, your eyes scanned around the area searching for any possible unwanted viewers. Luckily for you, the nearest car was quite a distance away.

“You finally got your nails redone, was afraid the money I gave you went towards something else.” Taehyun chuckles, taking your dainty hand in his large one. He gently holds your fingertips as he admires the details.

“Of course, I got them done just for you. Do you like them?” You smile warmly.

“Did you now?” Taehyun reaches for the dainty necklace hanging around your neck and gently tugs you towards him. Your body leans towards him over the console, exposed thighs trembling from how soft yet rough he was being with you.

The movie hadn’t even started yet.

“A-- ah yeah.. just for you..” You blurb out, face now flushed from the sudden closeness between you and your boyfriend.

“Just for me..” He repeats, his voice low and sultry as his face holds an unreadable expression. Taehyun’s eyes are scanning your entire outfit now– and you don’t miss the way his dark eyes hold a deep hunger as they trail over your curves.

“C’mere angel.”

Taehyun scoots his chair backward and you’ve never swung your body over to the driver’s side so quickly in your life.

You settle yourself into his lap and you can practically already feel how hard your boyfriend is against you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, his chest pressing against yours.

“Such a pretty girl..” he tilts your chin to look up at him and the way your lips form into the cutest pout, the way your sweet eyes stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, so innocent and pure– it has him sliding his fingers under your skirt in between your thighs.

You feel yourself shiver and you can’t help but bury your head into his neck as he traces circles into the delicate lace of your panties.

“Not wearing shorts? Such a whore..”

You unwillingly let out a soft whimper at his remark, and Taehyun lets out a mean chuckle.

“You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you..? C’mon say it.”

“Mmh..y- yeah” you stutter, “I- I’m a naughty girl tyun.”

Taehyun pulls his fingers away from your aching core and the whine you let out is so embarrassingly loud you’re thankful nobody’s parked near your boyfriend's car.

“That’s sir to you, angel.”

#kang taehyun

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bunnyrecs · 22 days

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lovesick!jun <3

smut mdni

warnings: IGNORE THAT THIS IS OVER 2 MONTHS LATE, readers gender is not talked about and neither is their specific genitalia, not proofread, penetration, praise, tiniest bit of degradation ? yeonjun comes early, this drabble is a little softer than the rest, probably shorter too.

"jun you promised !"

"I-i know, baby ! but i just love you s'much," your boyfriend panted out as he whimpered above you, eyes squeezed shut while his teeth had a firm grip on his puffy bottom lip. "can't get enough of you- fuckk"

It was only meant to be cock warming. yeonjun swore on it. but of course all promises and "cross my heart"s had gone straight out the window as soon as he felt you clench around his tip. and after a few minutes of begging you were quickly flipped onto your back while your boyfriend pushed his hips into yours at a pathetically shaky pace.

"you feel s'good" he slurred, hands tightening around the bedsheets whilst you watched him rut into you with a shit eating grin plastered across your face. "wanna— MMm ! wanna be like this forever hah~ "

"yeah ? better keep going then pretty, you wanna make me feel good don't you ?" you taunted and clenched around him, knowing full well that in a minute he'd be slobbering into your chest and you'd be the one moving his hips for him.

yeonjun nodded eagerly, whines and whimpers passing through his shiny lips as his hips trembled. "yes, yes ! want to— wanna make you feel good ! love you s'much I always wan' you to feel good !"

you chuckled and let your head drop back against the pillow, letting yourself appreciate the irregular rhythm yet pleasurable sensation of his thrusts. "mmm fuck,, just like that." you encouraged him. loving the way his swollen tip nudged against your gummy spot.

as he kept up with his motions you couldn't help but grind your hips into him, your breath jumping with every touch he gave you. it only took a few more minutes until his elbows were wobbling either side of your head.

you cooed, traces of fake sympathy lining your tone. "tired out already ? c'mon, you can do better than that. I know you're not this pathetic, jun."

"sorry, 'm sorry ! love you s'much ! you jus' feel s'good wrapped around me—!"

you felt his breath hitch against the skin of your neck, he whined at the way you squeezed his cock so nicely as he jerked his hips for the last time, high pitched mewls filling your head as he came inside of you.

you lay still for a few moments before looking down at yeonjun's fucked out face. "did you seriously come already ?"

with no answer from him you laughed softly.

"turn around and lay on your back. 'm gonna ride you."

despite how far gone he already looked, your words had him scrambling to roll onto his back. and when you sunk down onto his dick he swore he almost came again, balls tightening as he whimpered out curses and clenched his fists.

"you good, pretty ?"

"fuck— please move ! you're so tight 'nd warm, baby." he begged, his warm hands landing on your waist for something to grip. you smiled, starting to bounce lightly on top of him as he stared up at you with his glossy eyes. so pretty.

"I can feel you twitching 'nside of me, jun. you gonna come early again ?" you spoke through pleasure filled sighs, ignoring the way he squirmed beneath you.

yeonjun let out a dry sob at your teasing. his hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging almost painfully into the fat around your hips as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over again.

"gonna— gonna c-come ! love you ! love you s'much !"

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©hyyukas

tag list, @miukuui @zzstar @mini-mews

#choi yeonjun

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bunnyrecs · 24 days

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THIS IS WHAT I WANT WHEN I SAY I WANT FLUFF THIS IS THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF THAT HAS EVER FLUFFED

I belong to you

PAIRING boyfriend!soob + f!reader GENRE fluff, suggestive WARNINGS mentions of soobin calling reader angel, love, baby, soobin and reader have a little makeout session,

Inspired by yeonbins unit song the killa (I belong to you)

soobin ver yeonjun ver

you two were just chilling on the couch of your guys shared apartment, it was 11pm your head was resting on soobins lap after you two just finished playing a video game together

“I like this.” you said with a smile on your face as you looked up to your boyfriend “me too” he chuckled running his fingers through your hair massaging your head a bit, the room was silent you could hear both of you breathing heavily

“honestly Imagine if I never met you In that bookstore” you giggled “I never knew I’d see a 6’1 man In the anime section looking for jjk manga”

“well even If you never saw me there I know the world would still make us bump into each other in the future, plus you cant be saying that when I saw you walk beside me looking at haikyuu volumes” he teased you as he grabbed your hand as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand.

“your so pretty angel.” you felt your cheeks heat up from his words, you always felt flustered whenever he called you nicknames like those which you wish you could just hear all day

“why arent you talking hm baby?” He chuckled cause he knew you were always speechless whenever he talks to you like that, “shut up.” you muttered and rolled your eyes

you proped up yourself no longer head resting on his lap, you just looked at him and your eyes roamed his face until you looked at his lips all you could honestly think about was kissing them the whole night

soobin noticed you looking at him like that “I know what your thinking y/n” before you could even speak his hands cupped your face as his lips meet yours.

he tilted his head a bit deepening the kiss while your hands creeped up on his neck, “I missed kissing you like this” he muttered pulling away from your lips moving onto your neck as he placed kisses one by one,

you felt his hot breath on your neck feeling some sort of sensation because of It. “I love you so much” you sighed your hands running through his soft hair “I love you too angel” he whispered in your ear.

Havent written In so long mb guys 😓 but I hope you enjoy this (also stream txts new album ehehe)

taglist: @304blur

#choi soobin

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bunnyrecs · 26 days

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THE GOODNIGHT KISS 🥹

five kisses ⭑𓂃 c. beomgyu

𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈⭒♬ ﾟ. choi beomgyu x gn!reader ✧˖° five types of kisses from the love of your life.

GENRE ── fluff

WARNINGS ── est. relationship, kisses, toothrotting fluff, silly cuddly boyfie gyu

WORDS ── 1.1k

A/N ── happy late comeback day!! it took me way longer to finish this than i wanted to cos i could not for the life of me find the motivation to write it TT but finally it’s here! it’s short but it’s my longest fluff work so far… hoping to write longer fluff works in the future

you’ve kissed choi beomgyu more times than you could ever hope to count. each one a single shining star that made up the constellations of your relationship, the galaxy that was your love; your days and nights were peppered with his kisses just as often as they were by his jokes and his banter, by his hand on your waist; they were something so beautifully interwoven into your everyday life that it was hard to keep track.

while you couldn’t remember every one, you would always remember their types– beomgyu gave you five different kisses out of all of the hundreds and thousands that you’ve shared.

absently to the back of your cradled hand when you weren’t paying attention.

beomgyu always insisted that he hold your hand on movie nights, no matter how far you may end up seated away from him– that night you had sat in front of him cross-legged on the floor, letting all of the boys take the couch while you rested your back against his legs, and even then did beomgyu kept your fingers laced together. he ignored your complaints about having to bend your arm up behind your back with an evil little smile.

“that can’t be comfortable.” soobin laughed, tearing his eyes away from the tv screen only to hand yeonjun a bag of chips. you can hear beomgyu’s quiet snicker somewhere above your head.

“it’s not!” you whined, failing to hide your smile behind a pout. “my arm is falling asleep!”

“we can switch places, if you want.” hueningkai added gently, squished between the armrest and soobin’s broad frame– unlike him, you would probably fit just fine, comfortably even.

but that was when you felt it; beomgyu lifted your intertwined hands to his face, the skin of your fingers tingling as his plush lips ghosted your knuckles, and as gently and ardently as he possibly could pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. you gave hueningkai a polite, sideways smile.

“actually, i think i’m just fine here.”

so passionate you can hardly breathe, hardly even think.

“i love you,” beomgyu whispered, exalted like a prayer; you’ve never heard him sound like that before. his big brown puppy-dog eyes take up your vision, blinking, swimming with overwhelming emotion, framed by pretty long eyelashes; they sparkled like the brightest of stars even in the dark. you opened your mouth to respond, surprised and euphoric, but his pouty bottom lip wobbling with nerves knocked any scattered thought from your head.

So you kissed him instead.

you were used to first kisses being awkward, uncoordinated, but beomgyu kissed you back like your lips were the only one’s he’d ever known; you gasped softly against his lips and he drank it in like ambrosia, tilted your face to deepen the kiss as he cupped your cheeks in his shaking hands. it was perfect, indescribable, gentler than you had expected beomgyu to be. not like fireworks or explosions, but simply his lips on yours, and a slow caressing warmth that left you unable to focus on anything other than his touch, his taste.

you hadn’t known what to do with your hands, and it didn’t come to you until you both pulled away for air that you had been digging your nails into his sweater-clad shoulders. he didn’t seem to mind much.

“i love you,” beomgyu repeated, his words dancing across your lips in his hot, panting breaths. “can we do that again?”

softly and sweetly and exchanged in dimly lit doorsteps, a goodbye, a promise.

he’s running late, but you can’t let go. not when you have him in your arms like this, pretty face illuminated by the streetlights as you kiss him goodbye. “stay?” you whispered against his lips, just short of begging. beomgyu chuckled and shook his head, the best he can with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“you know i can’t.”

“just for the night…” you argued half-heartedly, but you already knew you had lost. “they certainly won’t miss you for just one night.”

“baby…” beomgyu sighed, shushing you with his hands caressing down your back and his chin resting on the crown of your head. you begged like this every night, but it never got any easier for him to say no. “i have to go.”

“when will you be back?”

“so soon you won’t even have time to miss me.”

“but i already miss you.”

“ya, you’ll be fine.” beomgyu tutted, pressing a heartbreakingly gentle kiss to your forehead. his smile is infectious, even with your sour mood.

“one last kiss? please?” you pout, your fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck. beomgyu’s eyes crinkle into sweet, shimmery half-moon cresents.

“of course.”

as a surprise, a sudden declaration of love and mischief.

you could never let your guard down around him— in a good way, of course.

you sat on the couch engrossed in your phone, mind consumed with endless scrolling; beomgyu had been caught up playing a video game on his console, headphones on and controller in hand as he cursed at the monitor, and you were simply trying to pass the time he came back to the land of the living. but then it was you who was the one disconnected from the real world, as you hadn’t even noticed that beomgyu had placed his controller down and had gotten up out of his seat.

there’s nothing your boyfriend hates more than being ignored, despite how much he loved to ignore you in favor for his games— you gasp when a hand comes around the back of the couch to snatch your phone out of your hands, and you turn your head sharply to admonish your attacker… just for beomgyu to land an obnoxious wet kiss to your lips, giggling and grinning like a cat that had gotten the cream.

“beomgyu!” you whined petulantly as your boyfriend continued to smatter kisses across your cheeks. “i was watching something!”

“don’t care.” beomgyu snickered, tossing your phone to the side. “i’m done with my game; pay attention to me!”

against your forehead when you fall asleep, a wish goodnight as he takes in your beauty.

you had gotten into the habit of pretending to be asleep when you weren’t, just so you could experience these moments. cuddled up tight in beomgyu’s warm embrace, your head cradled against his chest, his chest rising and falling in tandem with his heartbeat.

beomgyu’s hands smooth down your arms and back, grounding you and lulling you into the sweetest sense of calm; you’ve never felt safer than right there in his arms.

finally beomgyu does it, something he does every night when he’s certain you’ve nodded off; slowly and carefully he presses his lips to your forehead in a chaste kiss, rests there as you try your hardest not to smile. “goodnight baby,” he whispers, barely audible, his breath hot against your skin. “i love you.”

#choi beomgyu

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