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cutehoons02 · 5 months ago

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My posessive kitten!

Jake pt Sunghoon pt Jaypt

*pairing: pervy kitten hybrid Jungwon x vet Girl

*trope: roomates to lovers/oppositive attraction

*synopsis: You were in the shit, Your best friend had decided to move in with his boyfriend and you were looking for a roommate to even the apartment and every person you met to share the expenses didn’t convince you, until Jake your best friend’s boyfriend told you that Jungwon one of his hybrid friends was looking for a house and so you found yourself sharing the space with a kitten who looked so cute that he was crazy

*tags: Jungwon is a black cat hybrid, lots of tension, Jungwon behaves with superiority and loves to tease the protagonist always throwing arrows, the protagonist studies veterinary for hybrid and finds himself studying the world of hybrid, territoriality, fake innocent girl, neddy Jungwon, needy girl, kisses, pacifiers, masturbation, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) normal-doggy sex, knot filling, pet names (good girl,baby) (wonnie)

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(English is not my native language)

For decades now, hybrids had been living alongside humans. Once considered "special" beings, half-human and half-animal, a nature experiment that hadn't yet found its place in the world, they had fought for years to gain recognition of their rights and true integration into society. Now, hybrids could study, work, rent homes, and live freely, without necessarily having to belong to a human family that would adopt them.

However, there were still strict rules: until the age of twenty, they could live in Hybrid Centers, facilities created to provide education and prepare them for independent living. But after that age, they either had to be adopted by a family willing to take care of them, or find a job and an apartment like any other citizen.

Jungwon had reached that point, staring at the form they had just given him, his black ears slightly lowered, his tail flicking irritably behind him. “You just need to find a place, Jungwon,” said the operator from the Center, a man in his fifties with glasses perched on his nose. “It’s not that bad.” Not that bad for you, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek. You're not the one who has to change your whole life overnight. Not that he hadn’t known this moment would come. He knew very well. But a part of him had hoped to delay it a bit longer. He liked life at the Center. Sure, there were rules, but at least he had a safe roof over his head, guaranteed food, friends to spend time with... and he didn’t have to worry too much about the future. Now, though, he had to find a place. And fast. When he left the office, still holding the form in his hands, he found Jake waiting for him. The friend sized him up and tilted his head, his golden ears twitching with the movement. “Funeral face,” he commented with a little laugh. “Did they finally kick you out?” Jungwon shot him a glare. “Very funny.” Jake started walking beside him, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. Unlike him, Jake was the classic sunny hybrid, always smiling, always ready to help others. Very golden retriever. “I told you to find someone to adopt you, you know?” the friend continued with a sly grin. Jungwon flicked his black ears in annoyance. “And become some boring human’s pet? No, thanks.” He had never been the type to be kept on a leash – figuratively speaking, of course. He wanted his freedom, he wanted to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He didn’t like the idea of someone making decisions for him. Jake laughed, as if he had already predicted that response. Then he suddenly stopped and turned to him. “Speaking of homes... I know you're looking for one.” Jungwon stiffened. “It’s not that I’m looking for one… they’re forcing me to find one.” “Same difference. Anyway, I’ve got an idea for you.” Jungwon narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “What kind of idea?” “My girlfriend has a friend who’s looking for a roommate,” Jake explained, shrugging his shoulders. “And the price is great. Oh, by the way... she’s a vet for hybrids.” Jungwon froze. His ears immediately flattened, and his tail stiffened. “NO.” Jake sighed. “Don’t be dramatic, she’s not the devil.” “Hybrid vets are worse than regular humans,” Jungwon muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “They treat you like an experiment to study. They stick needles everywhere and talk to you like you're a helpless puppy.” “She’s not like that,” Jake assured him. “Really. And think about it: living with a vet could actually be a benefit for you. She already knows how to deal with hybrids, won’t ask stupid questions, and won’t bother you.” Jungwon made a sound of disapproval. The idea of living with a vet made him uneasy… but, on the other hand, he didn’t have many alternatives. “… I want to see the apartment first. And I want to smell it, and her,” he finally conceded, reluctantly. Jake smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I knew you'd come around to my idea.” Jungwon sighed, but deep down he was already curious. Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad after all. At least, he hoped so.

You were desperate; it wasn’t an exaggeration, it was a fact. After two years of perfect cohabitation, your roommate and best friend had announced, with heart-shaped eyes and a smile that reeked of goodbye, that she was finally going to take the big step: move in with her boyfriend.

His boyfriend, Jake. Jake, the golden retriever hybrid who was the most cheerful and handsome one you’d ever known, the one you had studied carefully to make sure he was perfect for your friend. And you’d done a great job because those two looked like they had stepped out of a fairy tale. Great for them, but a disaster for you. Because now, you found yourself alone, with a too-large and too-expensive apartment to live in by yourself.

You had posted ads everywhere, set up appointments, and met possible candidates. But none of them convinced you.

The first one was a nice human guy, but he had the vibe of someone who forgot the bills and lived off pizza and takeout left lying around for days. No, thanks.

The second was a sweet girl, but she spoke to her hamster like it was her child and insisted you greet it every time you came home. Also, no.

The third… let’s not even talk about it. He was a fox hybrid who tried to hit on you with a terrible pick-up line five minutes after crossing the threshold. Eliminated.

In short, you were back at square one.

You were a social and friendly person with everyone, but also extremely perfectionistic. Probably a side effect of your training as a hybrid vet. Your studies honed your critical eye, your need for precision, and organization. You didn’t just want any roommate; you wanted someone polite, clean, respectful, and… well, bearable.

That’s when your best friend, perhaps feeling guilty for “abandoning” you, suggested a name.

'Jungwon.'

“Who?”

'A friend of Jake’s hybrid cat,' she answered with an encouraging smile. 'He’s looking for a place, and I think he might be perfect for you.' You weren’t convinced, but at that point, you were so desperate that you agreed to at least meet him.

The next day, you opened the door with a slight smile, letting your best friend, Jake, and… the black ball of fur that stared at you with piercing, bright green eyes, thin and probing.

It was unsettling. Not just because he didn’t take his eyes off you, as if trying to read you, but because in his gaze, there was something too self-assured, a hint of malice that sent chills down your spine.

Jake, holding Jungwon in his arms like he was a domestic kitten (though clearly, he wasn’t), spoke to him in a sweet, almost reassuring tone before setting him down.

'Come on, behave.” Jungwon landed gracefully on the floor, stretching slightly with a fluid motion, his long black tail lazily swaying behind him. He didn’t greet you. He just walked slowly through your apartment with an analytical, almost… predatory air.

You watched him closely as you showed him around. He was handsome, and that irritated you, but you never crossed the line of getting too close as you showed him the bathroom, the kitchen, his new room, and the living room. But when you opened the door to your bedroom, he paused longer. Too long. He gave a soft huff, as if absorbing the air in the room, and then, without hesitation, jumped onto your bed.

He mewed softly, rubbing against the sheets with a look of pure satisfaction as if he had found the perfect spot to stay.

“Ehm…” You looked at Jake, searching for answers, but he looked visibly embarrassed.

'Jungwon…' he scolded, running a hand through his hair. 'Come on, don’t do this.'

But Jungwon didn’t stop. He buried his face in the pillow, his ears twitching with excitement as his body slid across the blankets, leaving his scent behind, marking the space as if it were already his.

His mind was going to a dangerous place.

God, what a scent… It was sweet, and enveloping, with notes of lavender and honey. But underneath, there was something else. Something of yours, something that was driving him crazy.

Burying himself under the blankets in here…Jungwon bit his lower lip as a shiver ran down his spine. Hybrids didn’t have perfect self-control when it came to the scents that attracted them, and yours was… damn good.

He imagined waking up here every morning, burying his face in your hair while you slept, your warmth pressed against his body…He felt his tail twitch behind him.

I wonder how she would react if I brushed up against her like this… if my tail caressed her bare skin while she slept if my breath brushed against her ear before she even woke up…

He bit his cheek to suppress the low growl rising in his throat.

He was a well-behaved kitten, yes. He wouldn’t do anything inappropriate. But thinking about it? He couldn’t exactly stop himself. He barely lifted his gaze to you, his sharp eyes narrowing even further as he studied you.

Roommate, huh? Maybe, or maybe something more interesting.

When Jungwon returned to the kitchen, you expected him to just settle down and perhaps give you a clear answer about the house. But no, he purred—not at you, of course. Oh no, that would have been too easy.

Instead, he moved toward Jake and rubbed slowly against his legs, his long tail moving lazily behind him as his little face vibrated with satisfaction and he mewed something. A deep, slow, almost sensual sound.

You stared at him, unsure. Was that necessary?

“So?” you asked, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. “Did you like the apartment?” Then, with a more cautious tone: “Did you like… the scent?” you asked the cat as he stared at you.

Jake scratched the back of his neck, laughing softly. 'I think he liked you.'

You stiffened slightly, trying not to let it show. He was just a hybrid, a territorial cat, nothing more. It didn’t mean anything. You didn’t answer, simply watching Jungwon as he and Jake moved into the guest room to talk.

'Oh my God, you're as stiff as a board!' exclaimed your best friend, sitting next to you with a mischievous smile.

You shot her an irritated glance. "What are you talking about?" She nudged you. 'You saw how hot he is, right?'

You huffed. "No, I didn't."

'What do you mean, no? Even as a hybrid, it's obvious he's a looker.'

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes. "I don't care. I just want a normal roommate, to finish my studies, and not have unnecessary distractions."

She gave you a satisfied little smirk. 'Sure, sure... let's see if you'll say the same thing soon.' You were about to ask her what she meant, but then you heard footsteps.

First, Jake's—steady and relaxed. Then, slower, almost calculated steps followed behind him.

You turned around and— Oh. The guy leaving the room wasn’t a hybrid in animal form anymore. He was a man.

Blonde, slightly wavy dyed hair framed a face that looked sculpted with unnerving precision. Sharp, deep brown eyes that perfectly contrasted with his cat-hybrid form. His feline ears were still there, less pointed than before but still visible among his soft hair, and then there was his tail. Longer than in his animal form, but constantly moving— a detail your veterinary side couldn't ignore.

Joy? Tension? Embarrassment? No.

He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he studied you, his gaze slowly scanning over you, as though he were analyzing every little detail, and in an automatic impulse, you extended your hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

He stopped. He didn’t immediately take your hand. He first looked you in the eyes, then lowered his gaze to your outstretched hand. A silence of a few seconds that felt like an eternity, and then he smiled.

One of those slow, almost lazy smiles, but with something too subtle to catch immediately, and finally, he took your hand.

His grip wasn’t excessive, but it wasn’t hesitant either. Sweet, but firm. His thumb barely moved across your skin, a touch almost imperceptible, and then…

'Nice to meet you, roommate. I’m Jungwon.'

Those words left his lips with a tone that made you shiver.

More than a month had passed since Jungwon moved into the apartment with you, and you still couldn’t figure him out. And it was absurd. You’d been studying and working with hybrids for years; you knew every one of their traits, habits, and instincts… Yet, he was an enigma.

One day he’d throw sharp jabs at you, the next, he’d almost be sweet.

“You’re always so precise and organized... almost boring,” he told you one day as he watched you carefully study and organize your veterinary notes.

“You don’t know how to have fun, do you? Maybe you should loosen up, every once in a while,” he said another day while you were out shopping, and you had been adamant about not going with him to a hybrid-only party.

“You stress too much, and when you do, your scent changes. I don’t like it,” he said one day when you came home with tears in your eyes for messing up a project on your exam.

“But the scent you leave on the couch... that, I like,” he said one day with a cocky tone while you were half-asleep next to him, watching a movie together.

He drove you crazy, and the worst part was his presence. No matter how much you tried to keep your distance, he was always there. In the house, in your space, and yet, when you came home and he was in his animal form, he wouldn’t even look at you.

Was he offended? Or was it just a game? He would barely turn around, flick his tail with a bored expression, and go to his room without a single meow of goodbye. But then, some nights, you’d find him under your bed.

And that’s when your patience ran out.

That evening, when you came home late from work, you found Jungwon—this time in his human form—sprawled out on the couch with his phone in hand. His black ears twitched slightly, signaling that he'd heard you enter, but of course, he didn’t even bother to look up. You sighed, tossing your bag onto a chair. Fine, I won’t ignore him this time. "Jungwon," you called flatly. He finally lifted his head, his ears perking up slightly as they caught the sound of your voice, with a look that was both bored and amused at the same time. 'Mmh?' You crossed your arms. "Can we talk?" He gave a small crooked smile. 'You’re always so formal… Go ahead, roommate.' You ignored the teasing tone. "Why do you keep sleeping under my bed?" He paused for a second, then tilted his head, his smile widening. 'Oh? You noticed?' You blinked, incredulous. "Of course I noticed! I've found you there more than once! Don’t try to deny it." Jungwon chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head in a lazy motion, as though stretching lightly. 'I’m not going to deny it. I’m just waiting to hear your lecture.' Your eye twitched with irritation. "I’m not going to lecture you. It’s simple: my room is mine. You have yours, and I don’t go into yours. If I did, you’d get mad because your room has to smell only like you. Yet, you don’t care and come sleep under my bed like it’s normal." He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. 'I don’t see the problem. It’s just the floor.' "It’s not just the floor!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "It’s my space, and you can’t just… squat there!" Jungwon sat up slightly, his bright green eyes gleaming with mischief. 'What if I told you the problem isn’t the floor, but the fact that I’m under you?' You blushed. "What?" 'Your scent helps me sleep,' he said with disarming naturalness as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You stared at him, your brain trying to process. "You… what?" Jungwon slowly stood up, approaching with measured steps, his tail lazily swishing behind him. 'Is that so strange? You know better than me that hybrids have an excellent sense of smell, especially our cats. And your scent is…' He stopped right in front of you, lowering his head slightly to look at you better. '…comforting.' You swallowed. Don’t let him intimidate you. "Look, I don’t care if you find my scent pleasant or whatever," you replied, trying to keep your voice firm. "But I don’t want you sleeping in my room." Jungwon smiled. 'What if I told you I can’t live without it?' Annoyed, you stared him straight in the eyes. "What if I told you I’ll kick you out?" you said with a smile that made Jungwon growl internally. Silence. Then, to your surprise, Jungwon burst into laughter. It was a genuine laugh, light, almost musical. But there was a hint of mischief, as though he was teasing you. 'God, you’re so funny when you’re mad.' You spun around quickly to leave because you were tired of his behavior, but he was faster. He grabbed your wrist, not roughly, but with enough of a firm grip to stop you. 'Joking aside,' he murmured, his voice lower. 'I’m not doing it to annoy you.' You slowly turned to face him, locking eyes, and Jungwon ran a hand through his hair, an almost nervous gesture. 'It’s just that… I like knowing you're there.' You didn’t respond right away. Something in his tone at that moment made you hesitate, and then he smiled again, and that vulnerability vanished, replaced by his usual arrogance. 'But if you want me to stop, I’ll do my best.' “I’ll do my best” didn’t mean he would stop. It just meant he’d try, and somehow, you already knew he would never truly stop.

It was one o'clock p.m. when you heard the door open, and Jungwon was laughing, talking on the phone with someone. He seemed in a good mood, his low and relaxed laughter filling the air as he took off his jacket.

“…Come on, it’s impossible, Heeseung, the musical part is completely off-beat—” But as soon as he saw you sitting at the table, surrounded by books, notebooks, the tablet with some charts, and a plate of food next to you.

For a moment, he just stared at you in silence. Then, without even greeting you, he lowered the phone and abruptly ended the call. He raised an eyebrow, his tail twitching slightly as he took in the sight of you sitting there in front of him. It was strange because you always came home around 6 p.m. 'Why are you home already?'

You smiled innocently. "I have to stay home and study this week, it's exam time."

You pointed to the plate. "I made you some food in case you’re hungry. I know you love rice with vegetables, so I made some for both of us."

Jungwon walked over, put his bag down, and slumped into a chair.

'How thoughtful,' he muttered, picking up the fork with an amused smile. Then he looked up at you, his feline eyes scanning you as if they always hid something, and he began eating, apparently relaxed, but his eyes wandered over your books, curious. And then, he noticed the titles of the textbooks you were studying, and his cheeks tinged slightly red.

Reproduction in Feline Hybrids: Biology and Behavior.

Mating Between Hybrids and Humans: Probabilities and Precautions.

Heat Dynamics in Hybrid Cats.

Jungwon froze for a moment, seemingly analyzing what he had just read. Then, slowly, his smile changed, it was no longer a regular smile, but one of those smiles you had learned to fear, a mix of amusement and mischief.

Jungwon calmly put down his fork, leaned back in his chair, and intertwined his fingers on the table.

'Interesting.' You already knew where he was going with this and sighed, because you knew he’d start making jokes. "Don’t start."

He tilted his head, his gaze moving over the open texts. ìSo, that’s why you’re home all week? To study...' He paused for a moment, then lifted his eyes to you with a dangerous glint. 'Sex between hybrids?'

You hurried to correct him. "Reproduction. It’s not the same thing."

He smiled. 'Oh, but it’s very similar,' he said cheekily. You wanted to hide and sink into the ground with embarrassment.

'So,' he continued, tapping his fingers on the table. 'You’re reading about how… mating works between a hybrid and a human?' He said it slowly, almost savoring each word, and your face immediately heated up.

"I-I'm studying for an exam, Jungwon." You tried to stay calm, even though he wouldn’t take his eyes off you. "It’s important to know these things since I’m a veterinarian and I’m studying for my specialization."

He nodded slowly. 'I see.' Then he looked down at one of the books, and his smile grew even wider.

'And these numbers?' He pointed to one of the charts. 'Are you analyzing the success rate between a hybrid and a human?'

You swallowed. "Yes," and you handed it to him, and his eyes carefully scanned the various numbers and colors. Jungwon chuckled, amused. 'And tell me... how’s the percentage? High?'

"It depends on the type of hybrid," you replied quickly, trying to stay professional.

But he leaned in a little closer to the table.

'And for cats?' You lost your breath for a second.

"Jungwon." You tried to keep a serious tone. "You’re annoying."

He smiled again. 'And you’re too adorable when you try to be professional about topics so...' He paused theatrically. '...delicate.'

You covered your face with a hand, exhausted. It was only the first day. How the hell were you going to survive a whole week?

Jungwon shook his head, laughing to himself as he went back to eating, but in his mind, he was already looking forward to the days ahead. It was going to be an interesting week, he thought to himself.

Jungwon woke up late, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft light across his room. He stretched slowly, yawning, his tail moving lazily beneath the covers. It was then that he smelled it—your scent, sweet and persistent, lingering in the air, on the sheets, maybe even on him. A shiver ran down his spine, and a familiar warmth spread low in his belly. 'Shit.' He placed a hand on his face, trying to push away the thoughts invading his mind. You. You under him, your soft skin against his, your warm breath against his neck. You, moaned his name as he sank into you, his tail wrapping around your body, his knot filling you up and making you tremble. Just the thought of it made him growl quietly between his teeth. 'Damn study week.' As if it wasn’t already hard enough living with you, now he had to listen to you talk about reproduction, mating, and success rates. And now, his body was reacting on its own. He ran a hand through his light hair, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t afford to ruin everything. He had finally found a decent roommate—though a little too perfect for his taste—and an apartment to stay in. He couldn’t let his cat instincts fixate on you in inappropriate and dirty ways. With a sigh, he got up, put on a pair of sweatpants, and left the room. You were in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a steaming cup in your hands, immersed in your books. As soon as you heard footsteps, you looked up distractedly… and nearly choked on your herbal tea. Jungwon entered the room shirtless, wearing only soft sweatpants around his hips, his smooth, pale skin fully exposed. He toned arms, sculpted abs, and a V-line that dipped too enticingly beneath the waistband of his pants. It was… It was too attractive and too beautiful at the same time. You coughed violently, trying to catch your breath as he looked at you with an amused smile. 'Woah, you okay?' he asked, walking closer and giving you a few innocent taps on the back. You nodded frantically, still coughing, your face probably on fire. He leaned against the counter, taking his coffee cup and sipping it calmly. Then, with the most shameless tone in the world, he tilted his head and looked at you with mischief. 'Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a guy shirtless.' You shot him a death glare, desperately trying to recover. “I’ve seen them.” You paused to swallow. “But not my roommate.” Jungwon chuckled, leaning against the sink. 'I’m just saying, it’s nothing shocking. I’m just a regular guy, part hybrid, with a pretty decent body.' He shrugged and winked at you, making his muscles move beneath his skin. 'I was hot.' You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, and a shiver ran through your body. “Doesn’t seem like hybrid cats are in heat right now.” It was an innocent statement. Purely academic. But Jungwon smiled in a way that immediately made you regret speaking, and he moved a little closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 'I’m not in heat.' His voice was low, slightly husky, and your stomach twisted. You lowered your gaze to your cup, trying to focus on the fact that you still had exams to pass and a roommate who was always teasing you. You sighed. “Fine.” Jungwon chuckled, going back to drinking his coffee as if nothing had happened. But his tail, the one that kept moving slowly behind him, betrayed his mood far too well, and you already knew it wasn’t over yet.

That morning, Jungwon wasn’t home, and you finally had some peace.

You sat at the table with your tablet on, your books open, and a notebook full of notes. You spent hours studying carefully, softly repeating the harder concepts to yourself. Before lunch, you went out to do some grocery shopping, picking up what you needed and also getting a few things for Jungwon.

You have learned some of his cat hybrid preferences:

Hot milk with a bit of honey. He had told you he always drank it when he felt tired.

Smoked tuna. You’d noticed that every time he ate it, his tail moved slower, a sign of pure enjoyment.

Cream-filled pastries. He had never explicitly said it, but you’d seen how his eyes sparkled every time he had one.

Dried catnip, which he’d never admit to liking, but that would mysteriously disappear from the pantry now and then.

As you were putting away the groceries, you heard the door open, and it was exactly one o’clock p.m. when Jungwon walked in with damp hair from the rain. The scent of rain and wind mixed with the sweet aroma of vanilla and butter, something he must have brought back from the bakery.

He greeted you with a smile and handed you a white cardboard box.

'Spring’s beginning,' he said casually.

You took it, curious. “What’s this?”

'A cake.' He took off his wet jacket, shaking his hair slightly. 'It’s a new recipe we tested this morning.'

You eyed him with suspicion. “It’s not your birthday, right?”

Jungwon chuckled softly. 'No, of course not. I made it. You need to try it and tell me if it’s good.'

It was strange. Jungwon never did things without a second purpose, yet today he seemed... normal. After eating, you tasted the cake. It was soft, with a light cream and a hint of honey and lemon.

“Wow,” you said, genuinely surprised. “It’s really good.”

Jungwon smiled a flash of satisfaction in his eyes. You ate together, and for the first time, he acted almost kindly. Of course, there were still his usual jabs—comments about how you held your fork, how your face lit up when you ate something good, how your sweatshirt was way too big on you—but they were light, almost affectionate, and it worried you. It was strange seeing Jungwon like this.

At the end of lunch, he stretched with a little feline yawn and stood up. 'I’m going to take a shower and then sleep for a bit.'

You nodded, but you didn’t stop watching him as he left the kitchen.

What the hell is going on with him today?

It was already five in the afternoon, and you were immersed in your studies, completely absorbed in the descriptions of hybrid cat reproduction. The characteristics of the knot, its use in keeping the partner secured during mating, the success rates between hybrids and humans… And then you felt something soft brush against your legs. You looked down and found Jungwon in his feline form, a black ball of fur with sharp green eyes staring at you intensely. "Jungwon?" He meowed softly, rubbing his head against your leg. It was the first time he had approached you like that, and with slightly trembling hands, you stroked him. His ears lowered in pleasure, and as if that was the sign he had been waiting for, he jumped onto your lap, curling up against you. You stayed still for a moment. Jungwon wasn’t the type for physical contact, at least not in that way. He was more the type to brush against you briefly, to sneak touches, using contact as a game, but now he was here. Curled up between your legs, his small warm body vibrating softly with purring as he pressed even closer to your hoodie, rubbing his little face against the soft fabric as if trying to soak up your scent. It was too intimate of a scene. You went back to focusing on your notes, repeating aloud what you were studying.

"… during mating, the male’s knot swells inside the mate, preventing immediate extraction and ensuring a longer bond between the two partners…"

Below you, Jungwon moved slightly. You were distracted for a moment to look at him and his ears had moved imperceptibly and his tail had twisted around your legs. You continued reading.

"… in feline hybrids, this process can last several minutes up to a maximum of forty-five, increasing the chances of conception…"

You heard a light sound, something in between a meow and a little moan. You looked down again and Jungwon was looking at you. His eyes were darker, slightly narrower, and his tail moved slowly, languid. Then, with a fluid movement, he rubbed his face against your belly, making a little satisfied sound as if the idea of what you were saying had pleased him too much. You kept repeating it out loud for hours, Trying to ignore the strange atmosphere that had been created between you and Jungwon after his sudden-and very suspicious-meow of the afternoon.

Then, at 7:30 p.m., the door to his room opened and he entered the kitchen with the usual relaxed and cheeky attitude. 'Can you stop?' He asked with a tone that seemed almost bored, although in his eyes there was that usual glow of malice. You looked at him with a confused air. "Stop what?" 'To talk about knots, couplings, and all those things that we know to hybrids and even humans who are not veterinarians.' You snorted, trying to close the book. "I’m studying, Jungwon. Sorry if I want to pass my exams." But he was faster than you. With an agile movement, he took the book out of your hands and opened it again, scrolling through the pages with ease. A funny smile appeared on his lips as he read some passages, and then his eyes returned to you. 'Tell me, Y/n…' he said, tilting his head slightly. 'You’re so good at studying… then you’ll be able to answer some questions, won’t you?' You get stiff. "Jungwon, give me back the book." But he ignored your request and leaned to the table, browsing through the pages calmly. 'How long does the knot of a feline hybrid last on average?' he asked with innocence, though his tone was not at all innocent. You feel your cheeks warm. "It depends… can last from twenty to forty-five minutes, depending on the partner and the level of excitement." He smiled, smug. 'Interesting. And during the act, what do cat hybrids like most?' Swallowing, clenching fists on knees. "It depends on the hybrid." Jungwon shook his head, amused.

'Come on, doctor. You’re an expert, aren’t you? You know we have some innate preferences…' His eyes grew ever more intense as he waited for your answer. You bit your lip. "Cat hybrids tend to appreciate the bite on the nape… because they stimulate the instinct of submission and bonding with the partner." He tilted his head, his tail moving lazily behind him. 'What else?' You felt the beat accelerate. "Lick and nibble on the skin of your partner, especially in sensitive areas. Physical contact is important for you." Jungwon slowly licked his lips, as if he was tasting your words. 'Interesting…' He muttered, leafing through the pages again. Then he stopped at a chapter and a sneaky smile curled his lips. 'What about contraceptives?' You stiffened. "What?" He raised an eyebrow. 'What can a human girl use to avoid a pregnancy with a human? And a hybrid?' Deglutitors. "There are specific pills for both humans and hybrids. Those for hybrids also regulate heat hormones, while those for humans serve to prevent fertilization with the hybrid seed." Jungwon nodded as if he was satisfied with your answer. Then his gaze became more penetrating. 'Do you take them?' You were blocked. The air suddenly seemed heavier and his tone was playful, but there was something deeper in his voice. Something more authoritative.You lowered your gaze, feeling the heat rise to the cheeks. You never imagined having to answer such a question. Then, without looking into his eyes, you nodded slightly but Jungwon didn’t seem satisfied. With a slow step he approached and leaned slightly, his face dangerously close to yours. 'I want to hear you say the answer, Y/n.' His tone was low, almost a whisper, and it made your back shiver. "… Yes, I do." 'Yes, what?' "Yes, I will." He smiled, his smug expression. 'Good girl.' Then he straightened up and, as if nothing had happened, closed the book and put it on the table. 'Now you can stop studying for today. It’s dinner time.' he said lightly as if he had not just embarrassed you to the core. He glanced at you one last time, then turned to the refrigerator, leaving you there with your heart pounding and feeling that Jungwon was much more dangerous than you had imagined.

The heavy rain was thundering on the roof, accompanied by the deep sound of thunder that shook the air. You slowly opened your eyes, still groggy from sleep, but something seemed out of place. The door to your room was open, and you had closed it the night before. You leaned over the bed, your heart beating quietly in your chest, and looked down; under the bed, curled up in his animal form, Jungwon was sleeping deeply. His small body rose and fell with a regular rhythm, his black tail wrapped around his body, and a light puff of air left his lips now and then. For a moment, you found yourself thinking that he looked incredibly sweet when he slept. Almost… harmless. Maybe he should sleep forever, you thought sarcastically, aware of how cheeky and irreverent he was when awake. You slowly got up, careful not to wake him, and opened the blinds to let some light in, but the sky outside was dark, heavy with rain. A small meow caught your attention. Jungwon had woken up and, still in his animal form, lazily rubbed against your legs. You hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently petted his head, feeling his soft fur under your fingers. It was one of the few times he allowed you to touch him without teasing. "I'm going to the bathroom," you said quietly. When you came out, he was there in his human form, leaning against the hallway wall with a small catnip twig between his lips, chewing absentmindedly. His hair was messy, his oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, and his tail lazily swayed behind him. You stared at him. "Is something wrong?" Jungwon looked at you with an unreadable expression, then shrugged. 'Hmm… nothing.' But then, without any warning, he stepped closer and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin, and you froze completely, shocked by his sudden gesture. "J-Jungwon?" You felt his chest vibrating against you in a soft laugh. 'You smell good…' he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. You tensed slightly. "Are you going to explain to me what the hell is going on with you?" He pulled away just a bit, his icy green eyes meeting yours. 'I don't like thunderstorms.' His admission took you by surprise. Jungwon, the cheeky, territorial, manipulative hybrid, was afraid of something? All day long, he stayed incredibly close to you. You were on the couch, and he sat next to you, phone in hand, lazily scrolling through the screen. You quietly repeated your notes about hybrids, and every so often he threw in a teasing comment. But when the thunder struck the house with a deafening roar and the lights went out suddenly, his body moved instinctively. He grabbed your hand and sat next to you, his chest rising and falling faster. 'Don't leave me alone,' he whispered. You felt his fingers gently tighten around yours, his tail trembling slightly. You smiled, trying to lighten the tension. "What are you, a scared little kitten?" A low growl formed in his throat, and when you turned to look at him, his gaze was no longer that of a frightened pup. It was burning. His teeth were slightly sharper, his mouth barely open as if he were controlling his breath, and his expression… was something you had never seen before. Instinctively, you gently stroked his hair, brushing his feline ears. His body vibrated slightly at the touch, and you felt his tail tighten around your wrist for a second. Jungwon reached out and took the book from your lap, letting it fall to the floor. Then, without giving you a chance to react, he pushed you gently against the couch, his face moving closer to yours, your heartbeat quickening. When his lips brushed against yours, it felt like the air around you became even warmer. Jungwon didn’t say anything and kissed you.

The kiss was ravenous, impatient. Jungwon moved over you with a hunger he couldn’t contain, his body trying to imprint his presence on your skin, your lips, everywhere. He wanted to possess you, mark you, make you understand that you had entered his territory and that you would never leave, his mind a whirlwind of obscene thoughts. What would it be like to see you beneath him, your body trembling under his touch? What would it be like if he heard you moaning his name, your nails digging into his back? If he could bury himself inside you, fill you up until you were completely his? The thought made him growl softly against your lips, his hands tightening around you, and you pulled him even closer, letting your body respond to his instincts. Feeling him so close, the heat of his skin against yours, the way he rubbed against you slightly without even realizing it… it was almost overwhelming. Jungwon pulled away from you for just a moment, his breath heavy as he looked at you with glossy, cheeky eyes. Then he lowered his face and began licking your neck, first slowly, then with more intensity, nibbling and leaving little red marks on your sensitive skin. A shiver ran down your spine, and you couldn’t hold back a small moan. He smiled against your skin. 'You’re making the sounds I want to hear…' he whispered with a hoarse voice. You teased him, trying to keep control. “Are you putting into practice what I studied yesterday?” Jungwon chuckled against your neck, licking you slowly until he reached your ear. 'Mh, yeah… but I’m skipping straight to the more interesting parts.' You felt his tail lazily wrap around your thigh, his grip becoming more secure. Then his voice dropped, making you shiver. 'And you know what my favorite part is?' he whispered, licking his lips just barely. 'The part where I make you mine.' You laughed as you felt him lightly tickle you, teasing him, running your fingers through his light hair. “You’re too confident, Jungwon.” He lifted his face, looking at you with mischievous, gleaming eyes. 'And shouldn’t I be?' Before you could answer, his hands slipped under your sweatshirt, grazing your skin with the warm touch of his fingers. A shiver ran down your back, and Jungwon paused for a moment as if savoring the sensation of your body under his touch. Then his gaze grew more intense, and with a sly smile, he whispered in your ear: 'Not even the bra? Tsk. I knew you were a cheeky girl.'

With a fluid movement, he took off your sweatshirt, leaving you vulnerable under his predatory gaze. He wasted no time: his lips immediately found a beautiful bud of yours to tease, leaving kisses and small bites along your breast and with the other hand squeezing slightly the other breast and her warm breath against you made you moan. 'Who knows what you would be like,' he muttered between a little bite and licking your nipples, 'if you were full of milk for our puppies...' A shiver passed through your body, and for a moment you felt the primal instinct behind his words, the animalistic desire to mark you, to bind you to him in the deepest way possible. You quickly recovered and nudged him slightly, laughing. "In another life, or perhaps later," you provoked him, enjoying the spark of defiance in his eyes. Jungwon growled softly, his teeth shining in the room’s flickering light. 'I don’t like to wait.' Another thunder shook the house, and for a moment you just felt him stiffening. You noticed it, and you couldn’t resist the temptation to mock him. "Oh? Big Jungwon is afraid of a thunderstorm?" You shouldn’t have said that because with a quick movement, his body presses against yours, its hard and warm length rubbing against your sensitive pussy, even through clothes. The sudden contact made you moan her name before you knew it. Jungwon smiled, satisfied, and then his voice became lower, deeper. Authoritarian. 'I’m afraid again. I challenge you.' He rubbed against you and this time to drive you crazy, you felt his cock grow against you, hard, insistent, making you moan involuntarily.

A sharp smile was painted on her face as her lips began to come down, kissing you with adoration along the belly until it stopped right at the edge of your pants. You looked up at him, the bright eyes of a restrained desire. He waited as if he wanted to hear you plead, but you, biting your lip, gave him only a nod of assent. This seemed to amuse Jungwon, who with a mischievous look tickled you a little more before slowly taking off your pants.

A low whistle slipped from his lips when he saw your black lace panties. 'You are so beautiful not to mention your smell,' he whispered with a note of amusement as his finger traced a fiery path along your inner thigh. When he touched the damp cloth, his smile widened.

'Look how wet you are...' he muttered in a provocative tone. 'Don’t tell me that it’s all my fault?'

You felt yourself burn, but the playful spark in your eyes made him growl softly. He stooped down, the warm breath touching your skin as his fingers made small circles closer and closer to where you wanted it most. 'Tell me...' whispered in a low and territorial voice, his gaze chained to yours. 'Has anyone ever filled you before?' You reckon softly, shaking your head with a mixture of challenge and embarrassment. "No," you replied, your voice a flutter of excitement.

Jungwon licked his lips, his eyes curled up with pure possession and his tail began to swing as happy as he was to have heard those words.

'Then I will assure you that you will never need anyone else.'

His mouth settled on the skin of your thighs and began to give you small kisses and marks, as his hands crept deeper and deeper.

'I will be the only one to fill you... and make you feel so good that you won’t think of anyone else.' A shiver ran through your back as his fingers moved with a torturing slowness. He smiled, satisfied with your reaction.

In a slow, almost studied movement, he pulled off your panties, leaving you completely vulnerable under him. 'So beautiful and already so wet for a hybrid, then.' His tone was a mixture of joke and satisfaction while with a curious act, he opened your legs.

His feline eyes shone with malice, his warm breath grazed your skin. Then, without warning, his fingers went down to pull off your pulsating clit. A groan eluded you at the feeling of his slow, torturing touch, as he tilted his head with an accomplished smile. 'Tell me, little vet, what are you going through for the exam?'

His voice was low, charged with a restrained exception, as his finger began to massage your swollen clitoris with unnerving precision.

'Maybe the reproduction of feline hybrids? The node filling?' The heat went up to your face. Your mind tried to join theoretical concepts, but its touch made it difficult to even think. "Yes, the cat hybrids have a knot that serves to hold the seed" you managed to stutter, the voice broken by the shivers of pleasure running down your back. He giggled softly, his breath stroking the inside of your thighs while increasing the pressure on your sensitive spot.

'Good, but it seems to me that it is distracting you. I bet you might have asked yourself a few spicy questions about the links between hybrids and humans at times.' Suddenly, without ceasing to torment your clitoris, he slid a finger into you, the hot and invasive feeling made you gasp. He smiled, satisfied. 'Answer me, have you ever thought of me filling you up while you were studying?'

his finger began to pump inside your slimy cunt but at the same time, he stopped because he wanted to tease you and you knew you had to answer him as soon as possible. "Yes, yes I thought of you" he laughed and his ears picked up every sound you made and his tail moved more and more no matter how excited he was. 'Let's see if you can stay focused... How long is the bond created by the knot of a cat hybrid?'

You clutched the sheets, trying to formulate a sensible answer despite the growing pleasure. "D-Depends... it can last from a few minutes to ... to half an hour...and if your cats are in heat the knot act could last even hours!"

He tilted his head, satisfied with your answer. 'You want another finger, baby?' Nod frantically, the need to feel it deeper was now unbearable. He smiled, but before settling, he formulated another question: 'And how does the human's body react when it is filled by the knot?'

You struggled to think, but between the desire and his expert touch, the answer came out wrong. As soon as the words left your lips, you felt a slight pinch on your thigh. 'Wrong.'

His voice became lower, more authoritarian. 'And yet you should know, given how excited you are to just talk about it.' You bit your lip, his dominant tone made you shudder, while his fingers resumed moving inside you with more intensity. 'Maybe, I'll have to give you a more practical lesson, as you struggle to concentrate.'

He dipped another finger inside your now moist, sensitive, and slimy cunt and you pulled his tufts of light hair to bring him closer to you, your legs were now completely open under him, breathless as his fingers explored every inch of your intimacy with a wise and vicious touch, he looked down on you, his gaze burning with a primitive and possessive desire.

'Look how you tremble for me...' he whispered in a voice full of satisfaction, sliding a third or finger into you with maddening slowness.

'You're so tight ... like you were made just for me.' His tone was poisonously sweet, charged with a confidence that made you cringe. You felt completely at the mercy of his touch, yet you could not hold back a small flicker of provocation. "it's too much"

He froze for a moment, then laughed softly, a low, dangerous sound. His feline eyes became darker and hungrier.

'Oh, baby ... do you really think you can give me rules?' Suddenly, his fingers inside you moved deeper, faster, making you gasp out of control. 'Let me teach you one thing...' he whispered, lowering himself to touch your lips with warm breath.

'You don't decide anything. You're mine. You were born to be filled by me, always and only by me.' You could hear your heart pounding in your chest as its tone became darker, and more viscous.

'I'll ruin you, understand? I will fill you so well that you will not even be able to think of someone else, you will always have my seed and my knot inside you. No one will ever catch you like I will.'

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and when his mouth lowered on your sensitive buds, the heat became untenable. His tongue played with you, wet, slow, torturing, while his fingers inside you continued to move with precision, spreading and preparing you with perverse attention.

'I have to prepare you for my knot, baby. You'll have to welcome me completely.' His tone was a promise, a threat, and a sweet condemnation. He crawled at you, his movements languid but territorial, like a cat marking his territory.

'Tell me ... are you ready to be mine alone?' But at that moment you were already completely fucked, at the mercy of him and no one else. You nodded as you felt your spasms consume you inside your pussy throbbing as you came between his fingers, he meowed at the sight of your excitement against his lips, and like an animal hungry for its prey he began to suck all your excitement as if it were his favorite meal and at the same time he sucked your clit throbbing and the room was full of moans and small growls.

'Yes what?' his voice was low, slightly amused, but there was an authority in his question that made you cringe. Your face warmed as you clasped your legs instinctively, biting your lip. "I want you... I want your knot." A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as he tilted his head slightly, almost like a predator watching his prey play alone in his trap.

'So good and obedient ... at least in words,' he muttered, lowering his face until he touched your lips with hers.

'Let's see if you can keep this sweet submission even after I've ruined you completely.' Before you could answer, his arms closed around you, lifting you up without the slightest effort. The heat of his body pressed against yours as he carried you to your room, the lips tracing fiery kisses down your neck, leaving behind shivers of anticipation.

'You know,' he whispered against your skin, his voice charged with an almost possessive desire, 'I'm tired of sleeping under your bed in my animal form.'

You felt his teeth graze your earlobe before he added in a lower, rougher tone: 'I want to sleep with you, squeeze you, feel your body against mine every night... and most importantly, I want to fill you whenever I feel like it.'

He dropped you gently on the mattress, his eyes never taken away from yours. You felt chained under that gaze, unable to move while his presence dominated the room. You tried to play down, play with him, but the smile on his lips betrayed that he knew exactly what you were doing. Your trembling hands moved to lower his pants and then boer It was impressive, more than you had imagined. Its length throbbed, thick and full of desire, the transparent liquid that perled its tip was a silent promise of what he would enjoy in making you his own. he noticed your gaze and laughed softly, his hand caressing your cheek before descending along your body, tracing every curve with slow, possessive fingers.

'Do you like what you see, baby?' You could feel yourself burning up, but nodded slowly, biting your lip.

'Be clear.' His voice grew deeper, and his fingers grazed your center with an expert touch.

'Tell me what you want. Ask me well.' Your breath broke under the combination of his authoritarian tone and the touch that turned you on more and more. "I want you, ... I want yo, Jungwon to fill me." A contented growl escaped from his lips as he ducked over you, his body pressing against yours in an inescapable promise.

'Good girl.' His lips moved over yours with an intensity that made you lose your breath, his hands caressing you with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.

'You are mine.' he whispered against your skin. 'And after this night, you will no longer have doubts about who owns you.'

Jungwon's eyes shone with a dangerous intensity, his smile curving into a contented grin as he watched you tremble beneath him. He grazed your dripping cunt with his cock, snatching a muffled moan at you. The heat between you was unbearable, and he seemed to revel in seeing you so vulnerable, completely at the mercy of his will.

'Tell me,' he muttered in a low, velvety voice, leaving a kiss on your neck. 'What have you studied about hybrids like me?' Your breathing was irregular as you tried to put the words together.

"The knot..." you whispered, but he interrupted you with more determined pressure against your center, making you gasp.

'Be more precise.' His voice was an order disguised as sweetness.

'You will know that hybrids have an instinct... a need to completely fill their mate. And you, sweet prey, want it, don't you?' You could feel yourself blazing and nodding slowly, your fingers clinging to the sheets beneath you as his body left no way out.

'It's not enough to nod, I want to hear you say it.' His mouth came close to your ear, his warm breath making you shudder.

'Tell me what you need, or I'll have to teach you to respond better.' You bit your lip, your mind clouded by desire and the way he was making you feel completely his. "I need you ... your knot."

Jungwon laughed softly, smugly, as you felt the tip of his mushroom cock push slightly inside you which made you tremble. 'So good and obedient...' he muttered, brushing your chin with his thumb.

'Let's see if you're as good at answering.' His lips rested on your neck, leaving a trail of slow, provocative kisses as she continued to touch you, still not giving you what you so desperately wanted.

'If you want to be filled as you wish, you will have to deserve it. Answer my question: how does the body of a human companion react when she is greeted by a knot?' Your mind struggled to remember the notions studied, but it was difficult to concentrate when his body pressed against yours in such an intimate way, causing you to lose all lucidity. "Yes ... it fits..." you managed to say, with a thread of voice. "the knot tightens around and then fills the girl's belly..."

'Very good. If you answer well ... well, I could be generous enough to give you exactly what you want.' You felt a shudder at his tone, a mixture of fear and excitement burning inside you. You wanted it more than anything else, and he knew it very well.

'What happens when the knot swells completely?' Swallow, trying to formulate a response as the heat inside you grew more and more. "It hangs inside ... prevents it from separating until ... until the binding is completed."

'Exact answer, I wonder,' he continued, her voice imbued with pure perversion, 'Will your body be tight enough to hold me back? Or will I have to teach you to adapt to my size?'

You covered your face with one hand, your embarrassment now skyrocketing. 'Don't hide, baby,' he whispered with a sharp smile.

'I want to see your every reaction as you answer me.' Your voice was a trembling whisper. "S-yes... it will hold you..."

'Very good,' he muttered, rewarding your response with a deep, possessive kiss.

'So, get ready. Because once I'm inside of you...' his smile got even more dangerous, 'I won't let you go for quite a while.'

And with those words, you felt with a determined push, his big cock go inside your pussy full of excitement. A groan escaped from your lips as your body adjusted to its presence, feeling it deeper than you ever imagined. The warmth, the fullness, the sense of connection—it was all too much. He paused for a moment as if he wanted to enjoy every second of the feeling of being inside you. His breathing became heavier, his hands clasping your hips with force. 'You're so tight...' he muttered, lowering herself to nibble at your earlobe.

'You're perfect for me, you know?' His words made you tremble. You could feel it throbbing inside you, its warm, thick length moving with maddening slowness as if it wanted to imprint every push into your body.

'You're really mine now,' he whispered against your skin, his hands holding you still as he upped the pace. 'No one can ever have you like I have you.' You nod, your mind clouded with pleasure. "Jungwon-you are the first...” He froze for a moment, his gaze becoming darker and more intense.

'Oh?' His thrusts became more decisive, deeper as if he wanted to imprint his mark on you indelibly.

'Tell me again who you belong to,' he ordered, the tone more authoritarian now. You groaned, your arms clasped around his neck. "Only you"

A satisfied growl escaped from his lips as he increased the pace, his breathing getting heavier. The heat in your belly grew more and more, and you felt the tension build up inside you, your body responding perfectly to its movements. And then, suddenly, you felt something change. A primal heat spread through your body, more intense than anything you had experienced before. Your breath stopped for a moment as you felt something swell inside you, filling you even more. Node.

Your eyes widened as your hands slid down her back. "J-Jungwon..." you whisper, in an unsure tone. "Is it... is it the knot?"

He looked down at you, his smile slightly mocking. ‘Mh? You’re really not very perceptive for someone who studies veterinary on hybrids...’

You felt blushing, but any protest died on your lips as he pushed even deeper, increasing the pressure within you.

‘See?’ He whispered against your mouth, kissing you slowly as it kept moving.

‘Now you really know what it means to be mine.’

Your body trembled, every nerve lit by the heat and sense of fullness that increased with each push. It was too much. It was everything.

And when the plane knot swelled completely, sealing you to it, you felt a wave of pleasure crossing you, leaving you breathless.

Jungwon leaned over you, forehead against yours, breathless as his hands caressed you softly. ‘Good girl,’ he whispered, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

He slid his hand along your belly, touching you with exasperating slowness. The knot within you pulsed slightly, and the sensation made you shudder.

‘So tight to me...’ he whispered, His voice full of desire. ‘Tell me, baby, has your textbook ever told you what it feels like to be filled with a hybrid?’

You bit your lip, trying to maintain a minimum of lucidity, but your body was already yielding to pleasure.

"N-no..." you panicked, your breath breaking as he kept teasing you with small movements of the pelvis.

Jungwon laughed softly, his tone a mixture of satisfaction and fun. ‘Then you are really lucky to have me... To make you feel everything on your own skin.’

His hand slid lower still, and his fingers touched the point where you were united, collecting some of the heat that flowed from you. He brought it before your eyes, watching with a smug grin your embarrassed reaction.

‘Look at you...’ he murmured, taking His fingers to His lips and tasting you slowly. ‘You’re all wet for me... so obedient... so mine.’

Your face caught fire, and Jungwon seemed to adore your embarrassed expression. He slowly leaned over you, brushing your lips. ‘Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg.’

You shivered beneath him, your body moving unintentionally to seek more contact. "I want..."

He sank his light nails into your hips. ‘Speak well. I want to hear every single word come out of that pretty mouth.’

Swallowing hard, the knot inside you that pressed gently against your walls. Your body was on fire, your mind completely clouded. "I want... I want you to fill me up... and louder please fill me up like a cat."

Jungwon smiled a satisfied and predatory smile. ‘So good...’

His thrusts reclaimed, more sails but incredibly deep, making you completely lose control. Your body trembled beneath him, every fiber of you seeking more, more, more. Your pussy couldn’t stop grabbing it and rebutting it against you, Jungwon brought his mouth to your ear, his voice a harsh whisper. ‘You feel so full, don’t you? Can you feel my knot swell inside of you? At this point, you should know that you can’t run away anymore...’

Groans, hands clutching desperately behind his back. "J-Jungwon..."

He laughed softly, kissing your jaw before leaving you a light bite. ‘Oh, baby... you’re so lost now.’

His fingers found your center, playing with you as his thrusts became more intense and animate. Every fiber of your body vibrated, the knot inside you pulsed in a way that made you lose your head.

‘Oh, yes...’ Jungwon whispered, squeezing your hips as he sank deeper. ‘You were born for this, to be under me, to welcome me completely...’

You panicked hard, your body bowing under him. "Yes... yes... Jungwon..."

‘Tell me whose you are.’

"I am yours..." you replied without hesitation, your heart beating madly.

A satisfied growl vibrated in her chest. ‘Good girl.’

The pleasure exploded inside you, leaving you completely breathless as your body huddled around its knot. Jungwon held himself over you, his breath broken as he filled you completely.

The knot swelled completely, sealing you to him, and you groaned at the feeling of being entirely his.

Jungwon stood over you, his eyes still dark with desire, his body not letting go of yours. Slowly, she lowered herself on you, pressing a languid kiss on your lips.

‘You are perfect so...’ she whispered against your skin. ‘Mine. Completely mine.’

And at that moment, lost in its warmth, in the beating of its heart against yours, you knew you could never be anyone else’s, Jungwon’s breath was still irregular as his body relaxed against yours. The knot had finally deflated, leaving a trail of languishing heat between your legs. But instead of walking away, he stood there, his chest pressed against your back, his face hidden in the hollow of your neck.

He left you a little bit on your skin before licking you flat, his feline way of marking what was his. You shivered at the sensation, a warm shiver that ran through your spine.

Jungwon laughed softly at your skin. ‘You’re still so sensitive...’ he whispered, his tone filled with satisfaction.

You were leaning towards him, feeling him still against you, warm and present. "Mh... enough, you tickle me..." You chuckled, trying to move slightly.

But in the movement, you felt something.

You get stiff.

Its length is still pressed against you, not completely hard... but not completely extinguished.

You barely lifted your head to look at him, standing in front of his slightly shiny eyes, his most vulnerable expression I had ever seen. He seemed confused, almost frustrated.

"Jungwon...?" you called softly.

He snorted, sinking his face in your hair. ‘Ugh... it’s not fair,’ he murmured against your skin. ‘I still want you.’

The heat went up to your cheeks as he drew even closer to you, almost as if he wanted to merge with your body. His hands slid slowly down your hips, caressing you with a dangerous delicacy.

‘I want to fill you again...’ he whispered, the tone sweet, but the words dangerously sinful. ‘ i want to make you mine again and again and again.’

A shiver ran through your body. It wasn’t just desire what you saw in his eyes. It was obsession.

You lightly sunk into his arms, looking at him with a funny smile. "Again?" You teased him, biting your lip. "You’re so insatiable, Wonnie..."

He stared at you, his eyes darkening. ‘Are you too tired for my second knot?’ He asked, the warm and low voice as one of His hands crept between your thighs, touching your still sensitive and swollen clitoris.

You flashed, a groan escaped from your lips as its skilled touch made you shiver.

Jungwon grinned. ‘Strange... your body seems to tell me otherwise.’

You gave him a look, but the redness on your cheeks only made him more amused. "Jungwon... I-"

‘Shh.’ He leaned over you, licking the lobe of your ear before whispering dangerous words to you. ‘Leave it to me, get on all fours you just have to be my good human girl.’

You turn your belly down with the beautiful show of your ass and Jungwon moans at the sight of you so embarrassed but also excited about what you were going to do, your little pussy emanated a heavenly smell for the hybrid and the sight of your excitement slowly descending beneath you made him growl. His hands go over your hips to guide you, and you feel Jungwon’s arm under you, wrapped around your stomach as he lifts you up, lowers himself and kisses you on the temple.

‘Ready, baby, to be filled again?’ You look up at him and your eyes tear slightly from the overstimulation that will come against you, and groan when you feel a finger of Jungwon enter you again.

"Wonnie, please..." you said sighing

‘So fucking sexy, you’re so fucking beautiful like that, baby,’ groans behind you, making you clench awkwardly as a soft chuckle resounds behind you and he sinks for the third time another finger inside you and pumps it, You screamed of pleasure because it was too much but he did not seem to care anything, his cock was again big and could not wait to fill you again and while you felt that you were coming he let out the finger from your poor pussy and yelled.

‘God, you’re so embarrassing little one,’ he said laughing as he lined up his big cock, the tip of his dick touching your pussy again, poking at your clitoris, and making you weep with needy names.

He can’t help but moan as he starts grinding the head of her cock against your folds.

‘Oh fuck,’ he says in a husky voice.

Breathless, you grab the sheets and hold them tight in your hands, while your ass and back rise slightly to feel it even more inside you.

"Fuck me, Wonnie, I want to hear you again".

Jungwon does not waste any more time and aligns itself to your entrance and pushes its length into you by sliding in until it is pressed all the way down. You groan in the hollow of your elbow, and your walls pulsate, full and so sensitive, he leans forward until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses on your G-spot.

‘Do you feel good? Who would have thought that my roommate could take my cock so well’ whispers in your ear and you can only whine and nod.

‘This pussy is all mine, isn’t it?’ asks with clenched teeth as you hear his tail give you small slaps against the legs, nibbling on your shoulder skin, and starts rubbing his hips against you, rubbing his cock on your G-spot over and over again.

"Yes, all yours, please fill me up," whispers, gasping and he wasted no time starts pushing in and out his cock and as first you felt again that inhumane and visceral heat enveloping your body and especially the lower part of your belly, Your mouth opens immediately for the sensual sensation of being stretched and tied to him and you feel your belly full again.

‘No one else?’ He’s humming as if he didn’t already know.

"No, just your Jungwon" when he heard those words his knot tied you completely and you came together making a mess in his dick and him filling you again.

The sound of the storm roaring outside the window seemed farther away now, but the strong gusts of wind still shook the house. Jungwon was there, holding onto you, as if your presence was the only thing that could reassure him.

‘Are you really this calm when there’s a storm, Y/n?’ Jungwon asked, his voice a little lower, almost shy, as if embarrassed by his own behavior. He cuddled up even closer, his warm body pressed against yours, seeking comfort in your embrace.

‘I don’t understand… sometimes, when the noise is too loud, it feels like… it invades me completely. It’s strange.’

You felt tender toward him, even though his proximity made your heart race. You’d never seen Jungwon so vulnerable. His usual playful attitude was now replaced by a need for protection he couldn’t hide. With a gentle smile, you hugged him a little tighter.

“You know, as much as you may seem like a wild cat, you do like feeling safe, don’t you?” you asked, gently stroking his hair.

Jungwon lifted his head to look you in the eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. ‘Everyone needs to feel safe,’ he said, but his tone immediately shifted to something more mischievous. ‘Though, sometimes, I think you’re protecting me from… something more intense than just a storm.’

You stirred slightly but didn’t pull away. “Well, it’s not like I mind holding you tight, Jungwon. Seems like you need me, huh?” you said, the warmth of your voice blending with the sweetness of the moment. You liked teasing him, seeing that spark of interest in Jungwon’s eyes.

He lowered his gaze, pretending to appear unfazed, but his eyes sparkled with a different light, one that spoke of hidden desire. ‘You’re right. I need you… more than you think. Especially when you make me feel… so real.’ His hand, which had been resting on your side, began to slowly slide down your back in a provocative manner, making you shiver under the touch.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, and despite trying to keep a light tone, you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, so you’re helpless, huh? You didn’t look helpless at first, it seemed to me that you had a lot of weapons at your disposal," you replied, as your eyes lowered to his lips.

Jungwon didn’t miss a chance. ‘It’s not just the weapons I have... it’s also my instincts’ he said with a dangerous grin, ‘can’t be ignored for long.’

A shiver ran down your spine. " Oh, really? And what will you do with all these 'instincts', Jungwon?" he chuckled and pinched your side and told you to stop

"You know...I’m really curious to see what it’s like when you’re in heat."

Jungwon, in a moment, became more serious, and his breath became heavier. ‘Oh, Y/n, you have no idea what can happen when I’m in heat. But I will tell you something...’ he whispered, bringing his mouth to your ear, his warm breath against your skin. ‘If you liked it so much when I filled you up before. Wait until I’m really in heat. It will be an experience you’ll never forget.’

A shiver ran down your back, but you couldn’t hide your smile. "I can’t wait to find out, Jungwon. But I hope you’ll be ready to handle it, because... I warn you, I have my ways of making you lose your head."

His hands gently grabbed your face, forcing you to look at it. ‘Oh, I will. I promise you that I will be as intense as possible. And when that time comes... you will not run away.’

The game between you two became more and more electric and yet there was a sweetness in all this, as if, under each provocative word, there was also a hidden love. And as the storm raged outside, within you was only the warmth of a bond that was growing ever stronger.

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hoonjayke · 1 month ago

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TOO FAST — MASTERLIST

— Inspired by the Fast and Furious franchise (All the stories are in the same universe)

— They will be updated slowly and in order (probably) - OT7 stories

— If you wanna be tagged, please comment below - Ageless blogs won't be tagged.

— masterlist - perm taglist

— Author Note: Hey guys, this is something I've been working on for a while since a few mooties asked for more stories in this universe after Jake's story, so I decided to write it (slowly, pls bear w me) so I hope you guys like it!!

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Sim Jaeyun — TOO FAST TOO BAD

Jake is known as the city’s famous drift king, a legend in the illegal street racing world, completely untouchable and invincible. However, when you're assigned to work undercover as a racer for an investigation, you don't expect that getting involved with Jake would mess with your morals and most importantly, your heart.

PAIRING: — Street Racer Jake x Cop Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, a bit of angst, super suggestive, smut (mdni), slow burn, illegal street racing au

WARNINGS: lots of heavy making out (pool, car, bedroom, bathroom) yeah they're freaky, a bit of dirty talking, petnames, skinship, small slow burn, mentions of alcohol, guns and drugs, fighting, a little bit of cursing, morally grey characters, mentions of death, etc. Jake is blonde from the beginning till half of the story. Enhypen OT7 + one oc for the plot.

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Yang Jungwon — RECKLESS RIDE

In order to expand your experience as a mechanic and raise money for your engineering degree, you accepted a job at the famous Lee's garage on the south side of the city. However, you'll soon discover that dealing with eccentric drivers, customized cars, and dangerous races is nothing close to Yang Jungwon's thoughtless flirtations that would make you hotter than car engines.

PAIRING: — Street Racer Jungwon x Mechanic Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, super suggestive, smut (mdni), illegal street racing au, flirty jungwon x nonchalant reader

WARNINGS: heavy making out, violence, mentions of alcohol and guns, cursing [...] more tba

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Park Sunghoon — SWEET ADDICTION

What is the price of paying a lower rent? Apparently, your peace. Ever since you moved in next door to Sunghoon's house, you've never had peace. The parties, loud car engine noises, and your neighbor's stubbornness were the price you paid for trying to live alone for a low price. However, as much as you say you can't stand your neighbor, you'll be surprised when you find yourself in the middle of illegal races, expensive cars, and discovering just how truly addictive Park Sunghoon is.

PAIRING: — Street Racer Sunghoon x Preppy Neighbor Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, super suggestive, smut (mdni), illegal street racing au, kinda good girl x bad boy trope

WARNINGS: heavy making out, violence, mentions of alcohol, cursing [...] more tba

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Nishimura Riki — RIDING OUT

Obsessed is an understatement. You practically took every breath with Niki’s name. Ever since you saw him race you knew you had to have him. After he agreed to be your model for your clothing store, you were feeling over the clouds. Until the moment he broke your heart, so you decided to move on with your life and get over him without a second thought. However, you didn't expect his sudden change - because now he would do everything in his power to win you back.

PAIRING: — Street Racer Ni-ki x Clothing Store Owner Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, angst, super suggestive, smut (mdni), illegal street racing au, nonchalant x sunshine trope (reader is really down bad for Ni-ki)

WARNINGS: heavy making out, violence, mentions of alcohol, cursing [...] more tba

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Lee Heeseung — KILL ME HEAL ME

After recovering from an accident as a child, you swore that your greatest purpose in life was to save lives, which is why you became an extremely competent nurse. You have always been focused, dedicated and professional, until you met Lee Heeseung, the most complicated patient of your entire career. However, in the midst of the strange connection you created with him, you will discover that Lee Heeseung's secret life makes him intense, mysterious and above all dangerous, especially for your heart.

PAIRING: — Street Racer Heeseung x Nurse Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, angst, super suggestive, smut (mdni), illegal street racing au

WARNINGS: heavy making out, violence, mentions of alcohol, guns, car accident, cursing, hospital facilities [...] more tba

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Park Jongseong — CRIMINAL LOVE

You are beautiful, talented, seductive, and a criminal. Ever since he landed his dream promotion, Jay’s biggest goal has been to capture you, the notorious art forger from a case that kept him up at night. After months of strategic escapes, he finally arrested you. But when a deal is offered and you’re chosen to become a consultant and help him fight white-collar crimes during your sentence, Jay will discover that working with you will mess his heart more than any police chase ever could.

PAIRING: — Cop Jay x International Art forger Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, angst, super suggestive, smut (mdni), forbidden love

WARNINGS: heavy making out, violence, guns, mentions of alcohol, cursing [...] more tba

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Kim Sunoo — MASTERMIND

After landing an internship at STOCK CAR, Sunoo will need to use all his automotive knowledge to keep his superior assistant, you, from jeopardizing his perfect academic record. But amid racing and perfect reports, Sunoo will discover that you are much more than just a strict boss.

PAIRING: — Administrative Intern Sunoo x Superior Assistant Reader (f)

GENRE: fluff, super suggestive, smut (mdni), racing au, small age gap (reader is 3 years older)

WARNINGS: heavy making out, violence, mentions of alcohol, cursing [...] more tba

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mimiiiiiiiiisstuff · 6 months ago

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"Mad Woman"

ok yall im out of school now! this was rushed so don't judge, when i write i just pour out whatever's in my head, that's why it's almost always rushed. i feel like if i don't write it, it'll disappeare! also to everyone hating in my asks, NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY WORK!!!! hating does nothing but discourage me and lower my already non-existent confidence in my writing. pls leave me alone, if you don't have anything nice to say; don't say anything. i LOVE all my positive asks and comments, they make my day. don't ruin it for me.

Prologue: hapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5 Chapter 6:

Six months, that's how long it's been since Bruce exiled you to New York and left you alone once again. It's been 387 days since Tiffany Maverick pulled the rug from beneath your feet and ensnared your family in her web of lies and manipulation. For six months, your family ignored you, only Alfred sending you the occasional care package which you promptly threw in the garbage.

You wish Tiffany and Damian were as content with ignoring you as the rest of the family but unfortunately, they went out of their way to rub their closeness in your face by sending you pictures of family movie night, family game night, and the family attending their school events. It made you angry at first, before you saw how funny it was. A family of billionaires, a family of detectives, a family of vigilantes, sitting next to a spy; obliviously feeding her insider information. The Batman, sitting grinning ear to ear next to a girl who could be his downfall.

Surprisingly, boarding school was amazing. The boys were hot, though most arrogant and dumb, they were all loaded and into you. The girls idolized you from the moment you walked in, your word was law around here and the power felt amazing. You decided what was in and out, who was hot and who was not; a huge difference and change of pace from the years of bullying and ridicule at Gotham Prep.

The charm came with your new abilities, most likely. Sure, the first two months were fucking painful and exposed you to pain you didn't think was possible but it was a small price to pay. It was nothing for the power of being able to charm and flirt your way out of just about anything, being able to eject venom with the slightest trace of your fresh set of acrylics, being able to literally bite people with your fangs and have them enjoy it, sensing heat signatures and feeling emotions and eyes on you, having the ability to give literal bone-crushing hugs, and so many things you haven't even discovered.

Not to mention your random overnight makeover! Suddenly, your figure was to die for, perfect in all senses of the word. Your skin gleamed and shimmered in the light, long shed away were all the blemishes and scars. Your hair always shiny and your teeth always pearly white, albeit a bit sharp. You're the image of beauty.

Who cares about the price when the product was this good anyway?

Who needed familial love when everyone here worshipped you? That new view and utter hatred for the family is what convinced you to accept Ariele, your boarding school bff and roomie,'s offer to spend summer break with her family in the south of france. Of course, you wanted to go back to manor for a week before meeting her there. Alfred asked you to come and though you were angry at him, you missed the old man. You swore to yourself that you'd only stay the night, catch up with Alfred, and ignore your 'family' then promptly spend the summer half naked, tanning on a super yacht with your girls.

Little did you know that you'd never make it to france, in fact, you wouldn't even make it out the manor now that Tim discovered the truth and told the rest of the family.

Tim Drake noticed things. Small things. Minute details that other people might overlook. That's how he found the truth.

It started with the cooking. Tiffany had casually mentioned one evening that she’d found some old recipes in the manor’s archives, recipes that you had once written down, hoping to impress Damian with Arabic dinners and desserts. Tiffany had barely glanced at the handwritten notes before she had offered to make dinner that night—a perfect replica of your signature stuffed cabbage leaves, Malfoof, as you called it.

Tim had been there when it happened. He’d recognized it immediately. The dish was one of your favorites, one you had made for family dinners. It was too familiar, too precise for Tiffany, it lacked the usual love and effort.

Then came the awards. It was subtle at first, too. Tiffany casually dropping that she had “entered a local baking competition” and how much fun it had been to win. Tim had known that you had been the one to actually win that competition the year before, he remembered rolling his eyes as you foolishly tried to impress him. But when he checked the award Tiffany had won? It looked eerily similar to the one that you had earned. Tiffany didn’t even bother hiding her gloating as she showed it off, calling it “another step toward making Gotham proud.”

Tim’s stomach churned. It wasn’t a coincidence. Tiffany was stealing your life and he was the only one that saw it. Who knows what else she was stealing.

The pieces clicked into place when he found the old photo albums. Tiffany had been snooping around the library one afternoon, pulling out albums that had been tucked away in the back, ones that hadn’t been touched in years. They were full of memories of your achievements, pictures of family vacations, awards won for charity work and academic excellence. Baby photo's, old camera's, journals, even old clothes.It wasn’t just admiration. It was an obsession.

He saw her dig through and read every one of your old entries, saw her stare at pictures and attempt to manuever her body how you stood, but what really creeped him out was when she started tracing over your handwriting.

Tim couldn’t let it go. This was insane. It was almost as if Tiffany wanted to wear your skin.

It wasn’t that he wanted to make Tiffany an enemy or villainize her, quite the opposite actually, he'd been ignoring her strange behavior and smell for a year now because of how fond he was of her. But this? This was crossing a line. She wasn’t just trying to fit in anymore, this was dangerous.

He now suspected there was more to Tiffany than just her obsession with your life and after putting the pieces together, it was becoming clear: Tiffany was playing a much deeper game. She wasn’t just trying to steal your identity, she was stealing information, too.

Tim’s investigative skills had been honed through years of being the tech guy of the Batfamily, and when something felt off, he didn’t ignore it. Not anymore, he started tracking small anomalies—times when Tiffany’s presence seemed too convenient, moments when crucial data about Gotham’s underworld went missing from the Batcomputer, or when confidential mission details were leaked through channels Tim knew the Batfamily didn’t use. Times when the Joker seemed to know the family's course of action and times when villains knew Duke's plans.

That’s when it clicked.

Tiffany wasn’t just trying to fit in with the family. She was spying. Her affections with the family were a cover for something darker. She had been gathering intelligence for a shadowy organization, feeding them vital information about their operations. This was bigger than him—this was a full-blown infiltration. Tiffany was working for someone else, someone dangerous.

Tiffany’s betrayal ran deep, and her spying wasn’t just about information anymore; it was personal. She had been stealing pieces of your life, your successes, your talents , your family. She had slowly taken everything that you had worked for and twisted it into her own false narrative. It was sickening.

Tim couldn’t stand it anymore. He had dug through encrypted files, tracked hidden transmissions, and pieced together cryptic conversations. Tiffany wasn’t just trying to steal your identity for the sake of becoming the perfect family member. No. She was mimicking your cooking and baking skills, down to the awards she had won for those very talents. She had been trying to erase you and replace you with a manufactured version of herself.

It was almost too much for Tim to handle. But there was something even worse lurking beneath the surface: the deeper he dug, the more it became clear that Tiffany wasn’t just feeding information to criminals. She had been feeding off your spirit, your presence and she had nearly replaced you entirely.

Now he just needed to tell the other.

The tension in the Batcave could be cut with a knife as Tim stood before Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Alfred, ready to show them what he had discovered.

“I’ve been tracking Tiffany’s movements for the last few days,” Tim began, his voice low but sharp. “And I found something that’s... unsettling.”

Bruce, who had been scanning a mission report, looked up with interest. Dick turned to Tim, a puzzled expression on his face. Alfred stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with a rare concern. Even Damian looked confused.

“What did you find, Master Tim?” Alfred asked, his tone calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He clicked a button on the computer, and the large screen behind him flickered to life. A series of encrypted files appeared—mission logs, surveillance footage, and even intercepted communications. The Batcave was suffocating in its silence as Tim presented the evidence to Bruce, Dick, Jason, Alfred, and the others. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and every new image, every new file, felt like a punch in the gut.

There was a long silence as everyone processed the information. Bruce’s usual stoic expression faltered for a moment, and Dick clenched his fists. The weight of the revelation was hitting hard, but it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt. It was that someone in their midst had been pulling the strings behind their backs for a year.

The data was damning. It was all there, proof that Tiffany had been copying your recipes, your designs, your machines, even stealing the culinary awards that you had earned over the years. And on top of that, she had been siphoning critical Batfamily intel to an unknown organisation. The information was so sensitive, it could have jeopardized every single one of them.

“Do you see it now?” Tim’s voice was quieter, but his anger was unmistakable. He flicked the last file onto the screen. Tiffany’s false accomplishments, stolen directly from you. The stolen recipes. The mission intel sent out from the Batcomputer under her watch. “All of us have been blind to it.”

“About a month ago,” Tim said, “I found an odd encryption pattern in the Batcomputer—something I’ve never seen before. When I decrypted it, I found a set of mission details. Ones that shouldn’t have left the system. I traced the origin back to Tiffany.”

Alfred's face tightened as he took in the footage on the screen. It was a recording of Tiffany accessing classified Batfamily data, tapping into their most sensitive files.

“She’s been stealing information,” Tim continued, his voice gaining intensity. “Every single time she’s interacted with the Batcomputer, she’s been sending that data out to an unknown address. I can't track where it's coming from, it's too advanced; even for me.

“Impossible,” Bruce muttered, but his eyes were narrowing in disbelief. “Why would she—?”

“Because she’s a spy,” Tim interrupted, “and it gets worse. She’s been feeding them everything. Our weaknesses, our next moves, our schedules. She’s not just a mole in the manor. She’s been working against us this whole time. She's why so many missions have failed.Tim’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the family’s accomplishments she’s been stealing. She’s been getting close to each of us, using our trust. She knows things, personal things, and she’s been leaking that information. She’s been feeding it to the highest bidder, giving Gotham’s worst players a playbook for taking us down.”

Dick’s face twisted with disbelief. “She was pretending to be (y/n), taking her accomplishments as her own, but—” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “How could we have let this happen? How did we not notice?”

Jason’s voice cut through the heavy silence, rough and sharp, like a crack of thunder. He stepped forward, fists clenched. “I should’ve known. She’s been playing everyone, pretending like she’s all sweet and innocent, but she was using all of us.” Jason’s eyes flicked to the screen, then back at Tim, his face a mask of fury. “She lied to me. She’s been lying to all of us. And she’s been trying to replace her.” His hand slammed onto the table, and the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “She doesn’t belong here. We trusted her. We all trusted her.” Jason’s anger bubbled over. This betrayal, the way Tiffany had wormed her way into their lives, made him see red

He couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I should’ve known,” Jason spat, pacing in circles, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I let her get close to me. I let her in, we all did! And now look at this. She’s been pretending to be everything she’s not. She’s been trying to take her place, her rightful place in this family!”

Alfred, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat, his voice filled with quiet but growing fury. “I should have seen it,” he muttered, his gaze darkening. “I was too lenient with her. I allowed her to slip through the cracks, to play at being part of this family. I should have known better.” His usually calm demeanor was cracking, and the regret in his voice was palpable.

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His eyes hardened as he stared at the screen, disappointment creeping into his features. Tiffany had been their guest, their supposed family, and this whole time, she had been playing them all. You had tried to warn them.

Duke, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, spoke up. His voice was low but steady.

“I knew something was off,” Duke said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I couldn’t put my finger on it, but... she’d been acting weird around me. Always asking questions—asking about the family, the missions, everything. I thought I was paranoid.”

Damian had always been fiercely protective of what he considered his, no one could ever doubt that. He mocked you, saw you as his pathetic bastard older sister, he had wanted to hurt you. But now, as the reality of Tiffany’s betrayal settled in, something darker began to take root inside him. He remember your unconditional love for him, how you took everything he said did to you with grace and compassion. He remembered how good you were to him. He noticed that everything he thought he loved about Tiffany was what she stole from you. His eyes burned with rage as he thought about how Tiffany had wormed her way into the family and his heart, how she’d stolen your accomplishments, and how she’d attempted to erase his sibling from the very fabric of their world.

She was trying to replace her. That thought alone made his fists tighten, nails biting into his palms.

It had been a long time since Damian had felt this kind of protective rage. He was the blood of the Wayne family, the one who deserved to be at the center of it all, but you; his blood sibling, his equal, had always been ignored, undervalued ridiculed and neglected. And now Tiffany, a mere interloper, had dared to manipulate and tear him away from you.

Damian watched the family, his gaze flicking to each of them as they tried to process the betrayal. The anger from his family was palpable, but there was something else there too: possessiveness. Protectiveness. regret. They weren’t just angry at Tiffany for what she had done to you, they were furious at themselves for pushing you away and leaving you alone and unprotected in New York.

You were his responsibility, his blood, and no one; not even Tiffany, was going to steal you away from him. He had always wanted to prove his superiority to the others, but now that wasn’t his focus. His attention was fixed solely on bringing you back to him, where you belonged.

Cass, who had been silently observing, nodded. Her face was unreadable, but the tension in her jaw told Tim that she, too, had been sensing something wrong for weeks.

Steph, ever the sharp observer, had her arms crossed over her chest, her usual sarcasm now tempered with a cold seriousness. “I knew she wasn’t perfect, but this? This is next-level crazy. Are you sure bout this Time?” She leaned forward, her voice suddenly harder.

Barbra was too shocked to say anything. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Alfred glanced toward Bruce. “Master Bruce,” he said softly, “the level of infiltration, this is something I never anticipated. We should have seen the signs.”

Bruce’s expression was steely. “We were too distracted, too willing to accept her presence as part of the family. We let our guard down.”

“That’s not just her fault,” Dick interjected. “We’ve all been too trusting. Especially with everything that happened with (y/n).” His voice hardened as he glanced at the screen again, eyes flicking to Tim. “What now? What do we do about it?”

Tim stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’ve already notified our allies. The information she’s passed is enough to give this organization an upper hand in Gotham, maybe beyond. She hasn't revealed our identities but she might soon. we can’t let her get away with it. She’s been playing us this whole time.”

Steph threw her hands up in exasperation. “So what, we just let her go? She’s been lying to us, manipulating us for months! ?”

Tim’s eyes were cold, calculating. “We’ll have to trap her. Use the information she’s already stolen to set her up. Once we confront her, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.”

Bruce’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw set in stone. He had failed [Y/N]—he had failed his child. The weight of that was too much for him to bear. “This ends now. We’re going to fix this.”

Ok yall since apparently 8 ppl think my work is absoulte shit and and SURE i knew how they felt this is pretty rushed and i feel like it sucks! anyway!! i hope at least some people enjoy <33 send in nice aks and questions and ideas pls. its so fun answering them. yall are mind readers and are so creative!! lmk if there's any typos bc I copy-pasted half of it from my notes app. yeah i did write half of this when i was supposed to be in class, and??? Next chapter Tiffany gets confronted, reader comes home, Batfam start groveling and regretting their actions, sort of on their way to yandere-ism and make reader move back to gotham to be closer to "family"

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shotmrmiller · 1 year ago

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the tale of how simon got himself a gf without stepping a foot outside of base.

anyone can tell you that alcohol reduces the ability to use logic. to see reason. it lowers inhibitions and blurs the boundary lines you've drawn in the sand.

but indulging in drink tonight is justified. you're in need of reprieve after this shit week: broke up with your boyfriend, deadlines at work appearing out of thin air, a flat tire on your morning commute. you even stepped on the end of your cat's tail.

miserable. (she's okay, just giving you the cold shoulder. you'll buy her some tasty snacks tomorrow.)

but for tonight, you're wallowing in your own misery. some uninteresting show is playing on the television, you're cradled by the cushions of your couch, a fluffy sherpa throw over your socked feet.

if only there was a way to melt this week's accumulated stress away even further.

cue the drunk texting your ex cliché.

anyone can tell you that it's detrimental to moving on. it's akin to reopening a wound that's already begun to heal. a step back when you should only be moving forward. your friends would drag you by your hair for being so dumb.

but there's an incessant throb in between your legs that's only getting stronger with every glass of wine you toss back. you're wound tight, violin strings stretched to the brink. a couple of bow strokes away from snapping.

you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow, along with your hangover.

typing in his (deleted in a fit of heartbroken rage) number with fumbling fingers and send a picture of you with the hem of your sleeping shirt between your teeth, the swell of your bare breasts on full display with a cheeky little missing you <3

he responds in minutes even though it's 2:30am.

send a vid and show me how much you miss me.

it makes your pussy clench around nothing, already slick, drooling, begging to be filled. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you bring up the camera.

when simon first gets the text, he's on edge, gripping his phone hard enough to crack. no one should have this number except for price, johnny and kyle. he's made sure of it-- had laswell pull strings to give him a secure line. no scam likely's, no cold calls, nothing.

but then some silly little bird dials his number by mistake and the sweet cherry on top is that you've sent a nude. breasts on full display-- soft looking, hard peaked. it makes his mouth water, his gums itch. he'd love to sink his teeth into them, into you, hard enough to bruise. mark. claim.

but that's for later, once he finds you.

he texts back and what you send him in response fattens his cock. a small hand tucked beneath the waistband of your flimsy knickers, gusset dampened with warm arousal. you lick your bottom lip, leaving it glossy with spit. your chest heaves with the sharp gasps of breath you're drawing.

but there's a problem. he can barely see what you're doing. he doesn't have x-ray vision, your knickers are in the way. while he can understand the allure, he himself doesn't have the patience for it. either you let him see your bare cunt or don't waste his time.

he wasn't expecting you to agree this fast. maybe a bit of push back, a little snapping of teeth until you relent but no. you're an obedient thing. submissive. just how he likes 'em. (if he wants to break someone in, that's what johnny's for.)

soft, inviting thighs spread wide, a couple of fingers curling inside your glistening cunt. (duly noticing how your 2 fingers are the size of 1 of his.) your moans spill from your lips unreservedly when you roll your pearl in tight, precise little circles. he spits on his hand, heavy length resting in his calloused palm and tugs himself at the pace you've set: jerky, quick, messy.

you come with a whimper, eyes shut and pliant body coiled tight. a frothy, sticky cream coats your fingers, dripping down to your arse, pooling on your couch.

you miss me too? sent 3:27 am

(he decides to keep you. simon can't remember the last time he's had a climax that spine stiffening in a while.)

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i'm so inlove with your elementary school au!!! i think of substitute teacher!reader coming to school for the first time looking all out of sorts and having to go to the nurse's office because "she fell" on her way to work and Simon just narrowing his eyes at that bruise :(

You and me both anon. You and me both.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/one reference to murder but nothing dramatic. A little bit of blood and mentions of labor.

The school is larger than you expected, with multiple wings and connected buildings. It would be overwhelming if your heavily-pregnant predecessor wasn’t waiting for you outside of the lobby. You wave at her shyly and she beckons you over with a wide smile. It falters slightly when she sees you up close, a nasty scratch cutting across your cheekbone.

“Bit of a fall, love?” Mrs. Matthews asks gently.

“Just clumsy,” you shrug, quickly trying to take the focus off of yourself. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person!”

“Ah, you as well! Let me show you around before the children get here,” the woman beams, motioning for you to follow her inside.

The interior looks exactly like what you’d expect from an elementary school. There are dozens of posters displaying inspirational quotes and laminated graphics of crayons, pencils, and notebooks adorning the walls. It’s charming, playful and innocent—just the type of environment you crave surrounding yourself with. An escape from the hell you reside in every day of your life.

Despite the size of the school, it’s fairly easy to get around. Mrs. Matthews proves to be a great tour guide even though she has to take a few breaks to catch her breath between waddles through the hallways.

“That’s pretty much it, darling! The other teachers aren’t here yet, but they should be soon enough. Do you have any questions?”

“No, ma’am,” you smile politely.

“Wonderful! Principal Price’s office is right down- oh, love, you’re bleeding,” she winces, pointing at the cut on your cheek.

“I’m seriously fine-”

“Nonsense; follow me to the nurse’s office. Simon’ll get you all fixed up,” Mrs. Matthews insists, placing her hand on her lower back and shuffling intently in the other direction, stubbornly ignoring your protests.

“He’s a big man, but I promise you, he’s a sweetheart. You’ll be in good hands,” she hums, knocking on the nurse’s door. “Now, I’m pretty sure I’m in labor, so I’m gonna call my husband to come pick me up. Ah, Simon! This is the new substitute. O-oh my! Yes, okay, the baby is coming, bye-bye now!”

As quickly as she can in her state, Mrs. Matthews rushes back outside the lobby, cell phone pressed against her ear as she explains the situation to her husband. You stare back at her open-mouthed, your shocked trance only broken by the sound of the nurse chuckling with amusement from behind you.

“We thought ‘er pregnancy would slow ‘er down,” he grins, shaking his head fondly. “She was supposed t’be on bed res’ a week ago. Bird stresses ‘er poor ‘usband out.”

“I can imagine,” you giggle, turning around to face him.

Mrs. Matthews was right—this dude is enormous. You have to tilt your head up just to look him in the eyes. Fleetingly, you allow yourself to recognize that he is a very handsome man.

“Simon,” he introduces himself, shaking your hand gently.

He glances down at the ring on your finger and bites the inside of his cheek as you tell him your own name. It’s just then that he notices—or decides to address—the wound on your cheek.

“Wha’ ‘appened?” Asks Simon, ushering you into his office with a careful hand on your upper back.

“Oh, I took a little tumble on the way here,” you tilt your head in a convincing gesture, praying he doesn’t ask any more questions as you sit on his couch. “Just clumsy.”

“Righ’. Clumsy,” he repeats slowly, but as he kneels before you with an alcohol wipe and a butterfly bandage, he doesn’t bother to hide the suspicion in his narrowed eyes. “This migh’ sting a bit, lovie.”

You sit perfectly still for him, fighting back every urge you have to wince when his hands near your face. The last thing you need is for an outsider to be let in on your little situation. God knows your bastard of a husband would drag your ass to another city or, mercifully, put you six feet underground. A little pained gasp leaves you as Simon swipes the alcohol wipe over the cut, and he murmurs out an apology in response. His fingers nimbly place the bandage on your cheekbone, making sure the wound stays closed.

“All set,” he grins shortly, taking off his gloves and holding out his hand to help you up.

“Thank you, Simon,” you breathe, adjusting your cardigan with the hand he doesn’t have in his grasp—as a matter of fact, he won’t let go. “Wha-?”

“Why are ya wearin’ a sweater in the summer?” He asks bluntly.

“I-I thought it might get cold during school hours, I just wanted to be prepared-”

“Sweet’eart,” he warns in a soft tone, squeezing your hand encouragingly. “M’no’ the fool ya may think I am. Y’can tell me the truth.”

You fight back tears, refusing to make eye contact.

“Can you just guide me to Principal Price’s office?”

Simon stares down at you for a moment before letting out a slow sigh, nodding.

“Yeah, lovie. Follow me.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months ago

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John Price x plus size reader

Price being mad you shaved your pussy. That’s it

Warnings: smut, Dom!Price, possessive!Price, fluff, established relationship, pussy spanking WC: 840

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You stepped out of the master bathroom feeling like a brand new woman, empty wine glass in your hand and your body practically glistening with the amount of expensive moisturiser you used. This is what you needed, a boiling hot everything shower to wash off the stress of the week. From your shitty manager laying off yet another one of your coworkers and giving you their workload to learning that your fiance was about to be deployed again for the second time in three months, you needed a proper refresh.

The bedroom was significantly cooler than the sauna you turned the bathroom into. Goosebumps bloomed across your exfoliated skin as you eased yourself into the plush chair in front of the vanity John had built for you. The dark green satin robe slipped from your shoulder but you ignored it, your gaze instead on the line of oils just below the mirror.

A pair of warm if not slightly chapped lips descended upon your bare shoulder, he wasn’t quite kissing you, just pressing as much of himself around you as he could. You hummed and leaned your head against his temple, breathing in the smell of tobacco and cheap cologne and something so wholly John that clung to him.

“Good shower?” He muttered, his large calloused hands coming around to rest on your plush stomach, the tips of his fingers barely brushing against the sliver of bare skin revealed by your robe.

“Mmm very good. I needed it so badly.” Your nose trailed along the edge of his hairline, your eyes fluttering shut as his hands began to wander downwards. John released a low sound from deep in his chest as you spread your thighs and granted him exactly what he had come to the bedroom for. He knew just how pliable you got after your showers, barely needing any prep for his thick cock with how relaxed and soft you were.

You held onto his forearms as he finally reached down and… froze.

“Everything ok there, cap?” You teased. John grunted in reply and cupped your pussy in his massive hand, the heel of his palm digging against your clit as he probed around.

“You shaved.”

“I did.” You confirmed, wiggling forward in the seat so he could feel even more of you. “Decided I wanted to clean up a bit.”

You received an almost feral snarl in reply. “I thought I told you this was mine.”

——————

The headboard slammed into the wall with such force that the drywall had begun to crack and flake away but the special forces captain refused to stop, not when he was so close to proving his point.

You wailed and squirmed beneath him, your nails digging into his strong back as he continued to pound into you viciously. “Please!” You cried, your voice broken and hoarse. Your stomach twisted with pleasure and you tightened around him. John glared down at you.

“No.” Immediately, he changed his pace, ripping your orgasm away from you. You sobbed in frustration but John was unforgiving. “She is mine, I know what’s best for her, not you. I know when she needs to cum because obviously you can’t be trusted taking care of her anymore.”

Your body bounced with each thrust, your words only coming out in short bursts. “It’s. My. Pussy.” You ended with a bitten off moan as John slammed into your g-spot, the fat head of his cock making your vision blur.

“She’s fucking mine.” John angrily pressed down on your lower stomach. “I trained her to take me. I know exactly what she needs to feel good. She loves me, she knows I take good care of her.” You grumbled as he once again shifted, lifting your hips from the bed so your shoulders pressed into the mattress.

Your thighs shook violently, the breath being knocked from your lungs by a precise strike to your cervix. John reached forward, his palm meeting your bare cunt with a loud smack. You cried out and he did it again, his lips pulled downwards in what his boys dubbed the ‘Captain Face’. He clicked his tongue and delivered one last slap to your over sensitive pussy.

“Look at her, she’s so cold now. Guess I’ll just have to warm her up.” His thumb flew to your throbbing clit, finally letting you cum around him. Your back arched further up as your jaw dropped open. He huffed out a breathless laugh at the way your body locked up so tightly, he could barely pull out. “That’s it. See, knew exactly what she needed.”

As soon as your muscles relaxed, John readjusted his hips and slammed back into you, his pace immediately picking up again. Your stomach burned with the stretch of his cock and the sensitivity of your first and long overdue orgasm. “John!” You tried to protest but the man only lifted your legs higher onto his waist with a victorious grin.

“Like I said, I have to keep her warm until her coat comes back.”

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yominero · 2 months ago

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AFTERHOURS TROUBLE

WITH THE DEVIL HIMSELF

dante sparda x fem!reader

temptation looks good on his desk, but not when you are interrupted at the worst possible moment.

NOW LOADING... oral(f recieving), backshots, fingering, interrupted orgasms, soft dom dante on a mission. LIGHTS ON, PANTS OFF, GAME ON.

For once, the Devil May Cry office didn’t smell like blood, pizza, or regret; even better, it was bright because there was finally electricity. It was the late hours, usually when any work was done. You just stayed to rest or look after the man-child you are dating, who is now lounging in his beat-up chair, legs kicked up on the desk, lazy flipping a magazine as you sit on the counter nearby, sipping what’s left from your drink.

“You know, the place looks halfway decent for once,” he grins, and you arch a brow, hoping it’s not because of the random model that decided to bless his eyes. “Yeah, wonder why. Maybe because someone paid the bills.” Dante clicks his tongue, closing the magazine and throwing it somewhere on the wooden surface. “Can’t put a price on ambiance, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but smiling in the process as you once again take a look at him. He’s still shirtless from earlier, chest slick with leftover sweat, pants loose around his hips, and the way his abs flex with every shift and breath—yeah, it’s distracting.

And maybe that’s why the words slip out before you can stop them, or stop yourself from talking before thinking. “I kinda want you to bend me over the desk.”

He stopped, literally stopped breathing, and froze, then slowly looked over at you, one brow raised because did he hear you correctly, was he fantasizing, or was this a dream come true?

“...Pardon?” he says, oh-so-innocently grinning like the devil, even though you know he heard it loud and clear. How could he look so calm yet so excited at the same time? And you just stared into space, not daring to look him in the eyes, feeling somehow embarrassed.

“You heard me.” “I did,” his tone is low, but has this playful ring to it, which to some extent challenges you to do something, to take the initiative, and not be ashamed to say what you think or need, especially if you need him. “You wanna run that by me again, princess?”

Your cheeks burn, but you still won’t look at him. How cute. “I want you to bend me over your desk and…fuck me.”

He whistles, rising from the chair with slow, deliberate steps. “Ask and you shall receive.”

And just like that, you’re bent over his clean desk and he’s behind you, pulling your pants down with one hand as you hear the rustle of his belt, the low groan when he fists his cock and drags it along your soaked slit.

“Fuck, baby… already this wet for me? What kind of filthy little girlfriend says stuff like that?” You moan something incoherent, and then he’s inside—deep. The same hand that pulled down your panties is now on your lower back, and it’s a little bit cold, but don’t worry, both of you will warm up. Dante rocks into you from behind with that slow, filthy rhythm that makes your eyes roll back and knees weak.

“That’s it,” he breathes, pressing kisses along your shoulder. “Taking me so good every time. Fuck, baby—you wanted this bad, didn’t you?”

You moan, nodding, unable to speak as he thrusts into you, dragging out every inch like he’s savoring the feel, because damn you always feel so good when you take him in one go. There’s something so nice, lovely, and magical about you, something so addicting since his praises pour between panting grunts.

“You are so warm, so tight—perfect for me…just look at you, my pretty girl.”

Dante leans closer, his breath hot on your ear, as he then presses a kiss to your cheek, but not before licking the sweat from your skin like he’s starving. Your devil boyfriend is relentless, hips hitting you just right, and you feel yourself squeezing his cock even more, embrassingly so. He groans when you clench, slowing down just to tease.

“You clean this place, pay the bills, and let me hit it raw? Yeah, I’m keepin’ ya~”

You are so close to losing it, completely lost in the sound of skin slapping, the sharp groan in his throat, the messy heat building between your thighs. So close to making a mess on the desk you spent so much time cleaning and tidying, and now your knuckles are white from gripping the edge, so damn good—until you hear footsteps.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Your eyes shoot open, and Dante goes still. His head whips toward the door just as the handle turns. You let out a panicked gasp, and he yanks out of you with a groan that sounds physically painful.

“Under the desk, now,” he hisses, shoving you down as the door creaks open. Panic flashes across your face, but he’s already gently pulling out and shoving you under the desk. “Shh, I got this,” he whispers, stuffing himself back into his jeans with one hand while casually grabbing his magazine with the other. His grin returns like nothing happened, dropping into his chair, pants halfway buttoned, hair a damn mess, and props his legs up like he hasn’t just been deep inside you fifteen seconds ago.

“Lady! Damn, didn’t think I’d see you tonight.” he greets, far too casually as the woman steps in, hands on her hips looking rather annoyed. “Doing midnight office hours now?”

“The place looks rather intact. I expect you to have the money you owe me. Or are you just lazing around again?” And of course, it wasn’t Dante’s doing that the office looks brand new. It was yours. Because that’s what a good girlfriend does: helps her idiot devil boyfriend keep his business from crumbling into hellfire, and tries to be quiet with her hands over her mouth so she doesn't make a sound.

“What can I say?” Dante shrugs. “Gotta stay busy somehow.” The other devil hunter narrows her eyes, then glances around the room. Her gaze lingers on the desk, unbeknownst to her, you are hidden and trembling under it.

“Something smells… off,” she mutters scrunching her nose, and he chuckles, masking the flush on his face with a cocky grin, like he usually does when he caused trouble, trying not to get caught. “Just the manly incense, for the vibe.” Dante plays it cool as Lady continues to speak about money, debt, and new gigs. Above you, though, his hand casually drops under the desk, just enough to twirl a lock of your hair to keep you somehow calm, that this whole fiasco would end soon, and there’s no need to worry. Yeah, no need to worry my ass.

Lady shakes her head and sighs, not wanting to deal with his nonsense right now and ruin her night. “I'd better have that 20 grand by next week. If you don’t have the money, I’m coming back with Trish.”

The second the door clicks shut, Dante lets out the longest breath of his life. This was incredibly hard; maybe Lady really is the final boss…of interrupting things. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head—like how next time, he’s locking the damn door after midnight. One time, he tried to have sex in the office, and of course, Lady walks in, of all people.

But that didn’t matter now. The important thing is she’s gone, and it’s just the two of you again.

“You can come up now, sweetheart.” His voice is warm as he reaches under the desk to help you sit back on his lap, and when his hands glide up your bare thighs, making you shiver. He kisses you, slow and sweet, his lips burning hot from the build-up pleasure which was unfortunately interrupted. But don’t worry your pretty little head, everything can be finished or started from the beginning when Dante is on the case.

“Now… where were we?”

You’re still panting from the shock, from nearly being seen by one of your friends while you are being sent into another dimension. Flushed and needy, Dante thrives on your reaction. One of his hands settles between your legs, gently nudging them apart again.

“Shit, baby,” he murmurs against your throat. “Still so wet. That interruption didn’t slow you down at all, huh?”

You shake your head, breath hitching as his fingers slide up your slit, spreading your slick as your hand gripped his shoulder to support yourself.

“You really were gonna let me fuck you stupid on this desk,” he grins. “God, I love you.”

He slips one finger inside, then another. Slow, shallow strokes that have you squirming in his lap, nails digging into his shoulders. He keeps his other hand on your thigh, holding you open just the way he likes. His lips graze your ear.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be good for me, yeah?” His fingers curl just right and you cry out loud for fuck sake, thighs clenching, hips rocking helplessly against his palm. You can't believe how good it feels, as if he's touching you for the first time and knows what to do, as if he's loving you for the first time, but darling, you're his first and last love. Here is the climax, heavy breathing, squeezing and when you cum, hard and sudden, he keeps moving, gently now, of course. Don’t want you overstimulated before the long-awaited dessert.

“Atta girl.” Grinning, smug as ever, Dante kisses your temple, completely drunk on you. You are so beautiful, gentle, and adorable, he simply has no words to describe you, to describe exactly what he feels—one thing is clear, it is love. “Let’s finish the business we had on the desk, hmm?”

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Baby giraffe

(Sam Winchester x reader)

Summary It’s Sam’s birthday, and the two of you decided to celebrate at the bar, and then some more in your motel room. Sam’s a little tipsy, but he’s not lacking in enthusiasm. If only those dang long limbs didn’t get in the way. CWs drunk birthday boy Sam, 69, safe sex, a little bit of throwing up but it happens off screen, fluff so sweet you're gonna have to call your dentist. 18+, 5.5k words AN Happy birthday, Sam. You’re my favorite. ❤️

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“Put – me – down!”

The sentence comes out of you more sputter than words as you slap your palms against Sam's lower back and ass, giggling like crazy. In response he sends a quick, sharp slap to your rear as well, which is somewhere at the height of his head. It sends a delicious shudder through you.

You must have made the last stretch to the motel, which was already in sight when you complained about your feet hurting from dancing and Sam decided the best way to deal with your pain was to fling you over his shoulder. Your stomach hurts from laughing and his shoulder boring into it but you're not gonna complain. Well, you're not actually gonna complain. It's all for show.

There's a brief scary moment where Sam leans forward, his hands around your waist, to set you back down on the ground. He sways a little, but manages to keep his bearings, and then your feet are meeting the ground.

The sight that greets you is as near to perfection as you could ever get. Sam's beaming face, cheeks flushed and pink from alcohol, hair tussled from where he was holding you.

So naturally, you grab him by the collar and pull him against you, kiss him hard. What else is a girl to do?

Again with the swaying, the shots the two of you decided to down as the grand finale to celebrating Sam’s birthday definitely getting to you, but the good thing is that you take a step back to make up for Sam's leaning into the kiss and stepping forward, which puts your back against the outside of the motel room door.

Sam's tipsy kisses are untethered and wet, the way he otherwise kisses you only in the deepest throes of passion. He presses his tongue against your lips, and you part them with a moan, which only encourages Sam, makes him press his whole body against you.

With the last little bit of wherewithal you are able to muster in-between the fog in your brain that comes from the drinking, and the fog that comes from your arousal, you run your hands along Sam's sides, then to the front of his jeans. Sam breaks the kiss, looks down his body, then back up wide-eyed at you.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, birthday boy,” you say with a sly grin. “I'm looking for the keys.”

“Oh,” he says, with another breathtaking grin as you push your hands into the front pockets of his jeans. Sam's breath catches, the corners of his mouth twitch. You pout up at him.

“Where are they?” you ask. Sam lowers his head, presses his nose against yours.

“Y’gonna have to go a little deeper,” he says and you pretend to gasp then giggle, and so does Sam. He gives you another quick peck, then pushes one hand into a back pocket. He takes out the keys, briefly dangles them before you like some magical price he won, then begins poking them at the door’s keyhole.

He doesn't find it immediately, and you look at his face with a challenging expression but then he finally does, pushes the door open and the two of you walk in.

Sam throws the key on the table and then he walks the few steps towards you after you’ve thrown the door shut behind you, drags you close by the hips, swaying a little which makes his body bump into yours.

“Where were we?” he asks and you bring up your arms, wrap them around his neck.

“I was hoping to find some dick,” you reply, and Sam huffs. His hands wander down to your ass and he pulls you in.

“Y’re so nasty,” he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you.” You push up on your toes, kiss Sam again.

“I love you too,” you mumble against his lips. “Now get naked and fuck me stupid, Winchester.”

The heat has been burning inside you all evening. Looking at Sam or talking to him or just knowing he exists tends to do that to you, but the way he let loose tonight has made you nearly dumb with lust for him. You could see he was getting tipsy earlier, the way the color of his soft skin changed, the way he suddenly looked like all the tension had been taken from his body. His smiles coming so much easier. Sam doesn't drink a lot, but after a string of exhausting and demanding cases, you fucking deserved a break. Especially on this special day.

When Dean started talking to a tattooed redhead, you could have thanked all the gods above and below. It meant you and Sam would have the motel room to yourself. You were hoping to rearrange it right along with most of your insides.

Only you hadn't considered that Sam was going to turn into a baby giraffe. Or one of those inflatable arm wavy guys they have in front of car dealerships. It would probably be best to keep him confined to the bed, where he is less likely to sustain a serious head injury. Not that you mind the safety precaution. You did imagine some rigorous wall fucking earlier, but that can wait for another time.

Right now, you just know that you need Sam close.

So you kiss him again, your arms slung around his neck. He needs to take one step to the side to balance himself, and you just hang on to him, like one of those small monkeys with the long arms. The two of you could open your own zoo.

You let go of Sam, bring your hands to the buttons of his shirt, begin undoing them. You need to bring your lip between your teeth to concentrate, since there’s a lot of them, and your fingers aren’t the most useful right now. After a few seconds you notice Sam is watching you, so you look up at him.

Some of his hair is hanging over his forehead, and he has a soft smile on his lips. You look back at the buttons, then raise your eyebrows.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” Sam replies. “You’re just cute.” You make it to the final button, step closer to Sam again, needing to tilt your head back to look at him again.

“Cute?” you ask in a challenging tone. Sam nods, his hands slowly wandering along your sides again. He leans in a little, his lips ghosting over your cheek, the faint smell of whiskey on his breath, sweet and smokey.

“Cute,” he says, kissing your skin, the contact of it traveling all through your body. He moves his head, kisses your other cheek. “An’ sexy.” You close your eyes then, just as Sam’s hands wander up your back again, this time under your shirt. It feels like your entire power of perception is focused on the spots where his fingertips are running along your skin. It’s like he’s shooting lightning bolts from them.

“And?” you say quietly, eyes still closed. You feel a small huff escape Sam as he chuckles at your greediness for his words.

“And really smart and brilliant and–” he says but you shake your head just a little, not enough to dislodge him from you.

“The other stuff, Sam,” you say and Sam ghosts his lips down to the edge of your jaw, making a small moan escape you.

“All mine,” he says, his low voice so close to your ear that you’re sure you can feel it in your spine.

You turn your head, bring your hands up to grab Sam, pull him against him, kiss him hard. He kisses you back, uncoordinated and wet and messy, the way he only gets when you’ve got him really wound up. Or, as it turns out, when he’s had a couple too many Old Fashioneds.

His hands are already under your shirt, so that’s where he starts with undressing you. Since he pulls on the back you get a little tangled in it just as he’s pulling it over your head, but you make it out with most of your face and some of your hair intact. It doesn’t matter, because Sam looks at you like you’re made of solid gold.

He kisses you again, his hands running all over the skin he’s just uncovered, both his and your breathing having become a little heavier. You manage to locate the hem of his shirt too, tug it up, and Sam helps you grab it, stretches to pull it off himself.

If you weren’t crazy for him earlier you’re for sure crazy for him now. Your hands run over his back, his sides, exploring all that warm, soft skin you get to touch. A few of your fingers grace the leather of his belt, which focuses your mind on a really good idea.

Sam looks down when he hears the clink of his own belt, hair falling over his eyes, then back at you. He kisses you again just as you manage to undo it and move on to his fly.

“Wanna do you first,” he mutters and you grin.

“Do me?” you ask back. “Like this is a prom hook up?” Sam chuckles, leans back to look at you, almost leaning too far, but luckily he’s still got his arms slung around you, so he manages to regain his balance quickly.

“I wouldn’t have been brave enough to talk to you in school,” he says with a dimpled grin and you roll your eyes.

“Well, I would have been,” you say, then look into his eyes while you pull down the zipper of his jeans. “And I would have blown you in detention and then told everyone about it.” Sam shakes his head.

“I was never in detention,” he says and it makes you laugh, which in turn makes him grin. He gives you another kiss and you run your nose against his.

“I wanna taste you, Sam,” you say, making your voice low, hoping to convince him of something you’d never thought you’d have to convince a man of, but Sam has other ideas.

“Me first,” he says and you groan, press yourself close against him. You feel the rumble of Sam’s chuckle against you, and then your drunk brain blesses you with another idea. You pull back, look up at Sam and something in your expression must make him suspicious.

“Wha’?” he says.

“Get undressed,” you say, letting go of him, your hands going behind your back to your bra. “I know just the thing.”

Sam follows suit when he sees you tearing at your own clothes, almost like he thinks just because you’re hurrying that it means there’s a competition. You watch him bring up one leg, tear at his sneaker while he bounces on the other leg, and shockingly he doesn’t break anything in the process. He stares at your breasts once they’re naked and when you wiggle your ass to get out of your jeans, he stares at that instead. Wide eyed, mouth open, full of wonder - there’s another zoo metaphor in there but your brain is too horny to focus on it.

Once both of you are naked you step closer to Sam again, press yourself against him. His half hard cock presses against your stomach and you rub yourself against him while Sam searches out your lips again.

“Get on the bed,” you whisper against his lips. Sam nods, then kisses you yet again, pulls your close while he grows harder and you wetter. It’s not until your hands find his ass and you give him a small slap and you tell him to get on the bed again that you both manage to break free.

Sam sits on it, then scoots back. You watch him for a moment. His broad shoulders, heaving chest, taut stomach. His erection now standing proud. Thighs you’ve ridden more than once. All down to his fucking adorable toes.

You climb on the bed too, over Sam, kiss him again. His hands go into your hair as he pulls your close, presses his tongue against your lips. You open up, let him in, and his taste nearly makes you dizzy. It’s damn tempting to just slide your hand down, find him, let him push into you. But you both wanted something. And you’re feeling daring and experimental and it’s Sam’s special day. And also, shockingly, you’ve never done this.

Sam raises his eyebrows when you sit up, confusion making his features even prettier than they already are. You climb off him, somewhat ungainly, then straddle him again, high on his torso, the other way around. You can’t see Sam’s face like this, which is a damn shame, but you can guess at his enthusiasm when his hands go to your ass, squeezing, like he’s trying to drag you closer. So you indulge him.

Your pussy meets his face and, the way he always does, Sam dives right in. He hasn’t done much but his enthusiasm alone makes soft, warm pleasure break out all over your body as you slowly rock yourself backwards. Sam must push his head up, and then he’s kissing your lips down there like they’re your upstairs lips - deeply, passionately, like they’re the best thing in the world.

You close your eyes, hum at the feeling. Your buzz isn’t as strong anymore with the adrenaline coursing through your body, but you’re pleasantly floaty and you nearly get lost in the slow rhythm and pleasure when Sam starts gently sucking on you. It’s only when you blink your eyes open, seeing what’s under you, thick and flushed and wearing a crown of pre-come despite no touching, only from eating you out, that you remember your original plan.

You lean forward, which has the added effect of slightly shifting your position and bumping your clit into Sam’s chin. You open your mouth, stick out your tongue and run a long stripe along Sam’s cock.

He flinches, not expecting the touch, but when you do it again, he slightly pushes himself up against you. In response, you bring one hand up to help, collect his pre-come and run it down his length. Then you kiss his head, slightly suckle on it and Sam groans into your pussy. You nearly go cross-eyed.

“Fuck,” he grunts out and then he’s on you again. You open your lips wider and slowly take the head of Sam’s cock into your mouth, run it over your tongue. He tastes salty and familiar and you push a little deeper, begin massaging his balls just as you wonder why the hell you’ve never done this before.

You need to press your hand into the mattress again to get your hair out of the way. You let Sam drop from your mouth.

“Sam,” you say, breathing hard, trying to get his attention but Sam seems entranced by your pussy. “Sam, baby.” You feel him move off you, and he mmh hmm’s.

“Can you give me my hair tie?” you say, wanting his touching back as soon as possible, but also not crazy about getting a mouthful of your own strands. “On the bedside table.”

Sam must look to the side then, and you hear his hand meet the wood of the table until he taps you on the hip and at the same time, nips at the back of your thigh. The place he knows you’re ticklish.

You flinch, then giggle, reach back to grab the hair tie and then sit yourself up. You mean to hover over Sam’s face but he wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you down. You’re just gathering up your hair when his lips meet you again and he sucks your clit into his mouth.

You can’t help the moan that escapes you, and neither can you help the way you grind yourself down against Sam’s face to seek out more of him. His hands on you tighten, one wandering up to your breast, uncoordinated , searching, before he finds your nipple, twists it. You moan again, louder this time, and with your hair finally up, you drop forward again.

You take Sam’s cock in your hand, collect some spit in your mouth and let it drop onto its head, the wetness letting you stroke him easier. With your hair out of the way, you dip down, lick along him again, and again, and again. Sam wraps one arm tightly around you, pressing you down against him, while his other wanders over your back, caressing the skin there. All the while he’s still going to town on your pussy.

There’s just something about this, you think as you take Sam back into your mouth, begin sucking him off with long and deep bobs, another groan of his going straight to your core. About having Sam pleasure you in that perfect, pussy-drunk way only he can, and getting to taste and feel him at the same time. You take him deeper, spurred on both by the feeling and your slight intoxication, your throat opening up for him effortlessly.

Sam drops his head back at that. The licking and sucking at you ceases and you hear his head meet the pillow, feel the slight way he rocks up into your mouth. Both his hands go to your ass, and he squeezes the skin, hard.

“Oh God, oh God,” he mutters, and one hand wanders to your pussy again, his thumb finding your clit as he draws lazy circles. But overall what you’re doing seems to be too distracting for him to focus on anything else.

Soon you need to pull back, breathing hard, a strand of saliva still connecting you to Sam’s cock. It disappears when Sam pulls you back, strong hands manipulating you, as he presses you so hard down on him it must hurt. One hand wanders to your entrance and the second he presses his tongue against your clit again, he pushes two fingers into you.

Your head drops down, forehead meeting Sam’s thigh, his cock still in your hand. Sam’s fingers are thick and long and curve absolutely perfectly, stroking at your inner walls in a way that is almost too much. You feel your eyebrows draw together when the intense stimulation starts turning, like a wave about to break, into white, hot pleasure, and you press your nose against the skin of Sam’s thigh, moan and pant against him.

“Yes,” you gasp, your body beginning to tense. “Yes, Sam, baby, please.” Sam keeps going, his fingertips running over that perfect spot within you, his tongue still desperately lapping at you and you need to let go of his cock, your fingers trying to find something to hold on to, clawing at him.

Your back arches as your orgasm breaks over you, your entire body tensing, high, uncontrolled sounds leaving you. Sam keeps finger-fucking you, his lips still latched over your bundle of nerves, until you need to pull away, the feeling becoming too much. Your body slumps down, your head somewhere close to his knees, panting like you just sprinted a mile.

Sam continues running his hands over your back, sides and ass, his fingertips like gentle kisses. You groan in exhaustion, and when you open your eyes, the world is spinning a little. It’s only the temptation of seeing Sam’s face that gets you to push up on shaky arms, turn yourself around. Your pussy drags over Sam’s chest, and you proudly see the glistening, wet spot you leave on him.

You drop down next to him and Sam grabs your face, kisses you before you can even look at him. You hum into his mouth, your own taste greeting you, Sam’s fingers tacky where they fucked you. Sam pulls back, just a few inches, then dives back in, like he changed his mind. You giggle, run your hand over his chest and then down to between his legs.

He stops kissing you, eyes squeezed shut and lip pulled up when you find him, begin stroking him again. You just watch him for a moment. Sam in pleasure has to be the greatest sight of all times. His cheeks are bright pink, in that flushed way he gets. He’s nearly trembling and one of his hands finds your breast, his thumb circling your nipple. You bring your mouth close to his ear.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask, voice low. “Or do you want to be inside me?”

Sam swallows, and the next second he’s pushing you back, down on your back. You squeal and then Sam’s over you, straightened arms holding him up as he looks down at you. You run your hands up his arms, over the lean muscle and then to his face, brushing his hair on both sides behind his ears while he looks down at you with lust-blown eyes.

“Fucking love you so much,” you say and Sam leans down, kisses you again and you pull him close, the post-come buzz making you emotional as you repeat the words against his lips.

“Love you,” he’s saying before he kisses your neck and you sigh at the feeling. “You’re so b’tful.” You chuckle at that and Sam presses himself against you, the length of his cock running along your pussy and you drop your head back, moan wantonly, everything just feeling so bright and good. Sam’s hand wanders between your bodies and you can feel his head against your entrance, when your eyes fly open.

“Sam, condom,” you gasp out. Sam freezes and then his and your eyes meet, both in shock.

“Oh, shit,” he says, pushing himself higher until he’s resting on his knees again, briefly swaying. He leans over towards the bedside table, opens the top drawer and takes out a foil pack. He brings it close to his face, starts working on it with both hands.

You’re still lying under him and you roll your shoulders, one hand traveling up Sam’s thigh, over his stomach. He’s got the best belly button you’ve ever seen, you think. So yeah, maybe you’re still a little drunk, with a thought like that. Your hand wanders further down to his erection as you gently begin stroking him again.

Your eyes wander back up to Sam’s face, still in deep concentration but then a grin breaks out over his face.

“Y’re making it really hard to focus,” he says as he squints and you tug at him a little harder, the movement of your hand not stopping.

“Oops,” you say. You see Sam’s eyelids trying to drop as he rocks himself into your hand, and you’re half sure he’s about to give up on opening the condom, when he rips the foil.

“Ha!” he goes and it makes you giggle. He takes the condom out, brings it to his dick. You surrender it to him, watch as he rolls it onto himself, covers his beautiful penis.

“Ready for the dance,” you say and Sam grins again, drops the foil somewhere and leans over you again. He kisses you deeply.

“Where were we?” he says and you bite at his bottom lip. You wiggle, getting impatient.

“Come on, Sam, please,” you whine. “Wanna feel you.” Sam kisses you again, gentle, teasing.

“Yeah?” he says, voice deep. You nod quickly. Luckily he doesn’t make you ask again.

He brings his hand between your bodies once more and this time you wrap your legs around him, while at the same time splaying your arms out over your head. You watch the renewed concentration on Sam’s face as he guides himself, and then feel the press of him against your entrance. You tilt your hips up with the hold of your legs around him and then he’s pushing into you.

Sam grabs your hips as he slowly rocks himself into you and when he comes flush with you, he leans over you, his hands going to yours where they are over your head, his fingers interlocking with yours. He stops, kisses you again, your lips, then your jaw, your neck as you lie there with your eyes closed, just enjoying the way he opens you up, the way he makes you so full, so complete..

“You’re so perfect,” Sam half breathes, half mutters, before sucking his lips against the skin just below your chin. The suction feels amazing and Sam keeps going. He’s probably leaving you with a hickey and usually you might tell him to cut it out, but right then you don’t care. It feels too fantastic.

“Sam,” you moan and without letting up, he begins rolling his hips.

You gasp, the twin feelings of pleasure too perfect, too all encompassing. Sam moves his lips lower, his breath fanning over your skin as he moans too. You press the side of your face against him, searching more of him out.

“You feel so good,” you mumble, lost in the slow rhythm of Sam’s thrusts. You use the hold of your legs to meet him halfway, which in turn makes your head drop back. “Oh, so good, Sam.”

Sam raises his head, kisses your lips again. You manage to open your eyes, see him looking at you, his opened mouth against yours. He holds your gaze, then quickens his thrusts.

A high whine leaves you and then another. Sam groans again, the hold of his hands tightening.

“Fucking soft,” he mumbles, then presses his nose against your cheek, a low, long grunt escaping him, going straight from your ear into your pussy. You whimper at that, and it makes Sam go faster, quick thrusts with not much of him leaving you before he plunges back in. The stimulation of his cock is like a wire being drawn taut inside you, perfect, and pleasurable but almost painful and a volley of high moans leaves you before you cry out, and Sam slows, switches to deep, long and slow strokes that keep you perfectly on edge.

You raised your head and now drop it back, your legs dropping off Sam and wide open instead. You can hear the squelch of where he’s entering you and you move your head to catch his lips again. Sam kisses you, gently, then begins fucking you hard and fast again. A desperate sound leaves you.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” you cry out and your entire body twitches before Sam slows again. You let out a long breath. “Oh God.”

Sam presses his lips against yours again, breathing hard through his nose.

“You’re so sexy,” he mumbles. You kiss him back, once, twice, your body so full of lust and love you’re sure it’s about to come out of your pores. “Love you, love you.”

You manage to get your lips on Sam’s neck. You need to crane your neck for it to work, but you nibble and lick against the spot you know he likes, and he moans loudly, his voice cracking on the sound as he picks up speed again, panting desperately.

“You feel so good,” he grunts. “So good, can’t–”

He pulls out of you so suddenly that you gasp and then he’s grabbing your thighs, pushing them up and the next second, he presses his face against your pussy, eating you out like his life depends on it.

You moan again, then bring your hands down to your breasts, play with your nipples, all while Sam takes you high with his purposeful licking. You grind yourself down against him and he digs his fingers into your skin where he’s holding you.

“Fucking love you,” he mutters against you, the only break he gives himself before he attaches himself to you again. You run one hand down your body into Sam’s hair, scratch at his scalp. Run your foot over his muscular back.

“Sam, baby,” you say as the tension rises in you again. You reach for one of his hands, squeeze it. Sam detaches himself from you, dark eyes looking up at you. You giggle when you see your wetness around his mouth and Sam gives you a lopsided grin back.

“Come up here,” you say and you think he’s not gonna, is gonna continue eating you out, but instead he lands a kiss on your stomach. He lets go of your legs and then begins kissing his way up your body.

When he reaches your face, you run your hands into his hair, kiss him again, and then reach down, find him.

“Baby, want you,” you mutter against him and Sam moves forward, lets you move him back into you. He��s still hard at steel, even though you haven’t touched him in a good minute. All just from spending time between your legs. You grin against his mouth.

Sam enters you again, slides in so easy and he cups your face, kisses you as he starts fucking you in earnest. You pant into his mouth and soon he is too, his brows twisting.

“Oh God, Sam,” you whine. The stimulation of his cock is nearly too intense, but Sam understands, brings one hand to his mouth, wets it, then brings it between the two of you, begins rubbing your clit. You throw your head back, bite down hard at your bottom lip in an attempt to counteract the tension building all over you.

When you come, Sam presses his mouth against your jaw, right along with his tongue. You whine and whimper, your head feeling like it’s been put into a centrifuge.

Sam brings his hand up from between your bodies, grabs for the hair at the side of your head as his groans grow louder, his thrusts sloppier.

“Shit, you’re so perfect, I’m gonna, oh God,” he presses out and then he moans loudly, his shoulders shaking as he comes too.

Sam’s head slumps down on the pillow next to you. Both of you are panting, catching your breath, your body so perfectly covered by his. You run your hands over his back, a content sound leaving you.

“That was…” you say, then turn your head to the side so you can look at him. His eyes are closed but there’s a soft smile on his lips. But just then, his eyebrows go together, his lips suddenly pressed tight.

“Sam?” you say as he raises his head, opens his eyes. His hand goes to your hip and he pushes himself up, slips out of you and then he’s half falling, half diving off the bed before he books it towards the bathroom.

You sit up, not sure if you should laugh at his long, naked limbs flailing, but then you hear a thud, the sound of porcelain on porcelain and then Sam pukes his guts up.

You clamber off the bed, grab for Sam’s t-shirt on the floor, not completely balanced on your own feet. You pull it over your head as you rush into the bathroom.

Sam’s kneeling in front of the toilet, one arm slung across it, forehead resting on it, his back rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. You drop down on your knees next to him, bring your hand up to his forehead and move his hair out of the way.

“Oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and Sam makes a pained noise. You push yourself up again, hand landing on the wall to steady yourself, and then you walk around him, grab a towel, wet it, and then sit down next to him again.

You cup his cheek, turn his face towards you and run the towel over his mouth. Sam leans into your hand, sighs, his expression pained. You throw the towel somewhere behind him, then drag his face closer. Sam leans against you, slumps against your shoulder.

“I’m gonna try not to take that personally,” you say in a teasing tone and he gives a half-hearted chuckle, his hand blindly fumbling for you before he finds yours, squeezes it.

“Too much shaking,” he mumbles and you kiss the top of his head.

“I got you, sweetie,” you say into his hair.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam is de-condomed, you’ve both brushed your teeth and drunk some water. He’s wearing his sweats and an old worn-out t-shirt. He’s tucked tight against you under the covers, slowly dozing off.

You take the chance to look at him. His eyelashes resting on his skin, the curve of his nose. That one strand of hair that keeps falling over his forehead. You raise your hand and brush it away gently, only for it to end up exactly where it was. Your movement doesn’t wake Sam - he’s out cold.

You move your head closer to him, so close you can smell his toothpaste. You reach down, take his arm resting on the bed next to you, and drape it over yourself.

With a smile, you close your eyes. There’s water and painkillers on the bedside table and a birthday baby giraffe in your bed. Life is good.

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