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honoredalone · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 .ᐟ

only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips, but i think i might.. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.

resisting your boyfriend’s blood cravings is so incredibly difficult at times especially when he looks at you with those sweet puppy eyes.

“p-please.. need you now, dove..” satoru whined into your neck, breathing in your lush scent of honey and the sweet blood running through your veins. he could almost hear the blood that flooded through your body and it made his skin crawl in desperation. “jus’ a little taste.. c’mon dove, ‘m stravin’.” he’s almost like a whining puppy begging for attention and who can resist a sweet, little puppy? that’s how you ended up here, under him, mewling like a little temptress.

“f-fuck.. keep squeezin’ me like that. y’er driving me nuts.” he groaned, his hot breath warming the crook of your neck. he inhaled deeply, his ears picking up on your blood running faster and faster as he thrusts become more and more erratic. “my perfect girl. g’nna let me have a taste? you smell so sweet.” he nearly sobbed at the throb of your pretty cunny. to entice you he lovingly nudged the sensitive spot on your neck with his nose, his mouth was drooling and his sharp canine gently dragged across your flesh.

“j-just.. be gentle?” you mewled as his thrusts slowed when he heard your permission to finally sink his fangs into your veins. his cock twitching at the simple thought of tasting your blood. “a-ah! ‘toru, feels ‘s good.” you cried, his hands gripping your waist possessively as he sucks at your neck desperately, your delicious blood sliding down his throat. he can feel his heartbeat speed as your taste spreads through his body, boosting his energy, thrusts becoming more purposeful, harder, more intimate. his pale skin started to glow, his eyes grew darker and his cheeks stained a pretty pale pink.

“never tasted blood so sweet, dove. got me addicted to ‘ya princess. g’nna let me taste you whenever i need?” his fangs departed from your neck, leaving a gorgeous purple and maroon mark. “fuck ‘ya look so good covered in my marks, dove.” he moaned like a slut gazing down at your bruised neck. his then hard, assertive movements became loving and gentle.

“‘toru, baby.. ‘m gonna— gotta..” you tried to formulate a coherent sentence but your brain just wouldn’t work alongside your mouth. “please… baby—” you begged and you were certain that he knew what you meant he just needed to hear you say what he wanted to hear.

his member started to ache with release as well, he never liked coming before you. “what is it my love? use your words.” he teased though his voice wavered as he spoke due to the painful clench in his lower abdomen. his body weight is fully laid onto you, his face obviously, in your neck. his pubic bone rubbing your clit simultaneously with his slow, sweet thrusts making your mind run laps around your head.

“wanna— needa cum ‘toru.” you whimpered, you felt his toned abs brushing against the soft skin of your stomach. he always thought you looked so pretty like this, flushed, makeup messy and your pupils giant hearts when you looked at him. satoru goes dumb with your pussy, he rambles little words. his mind is basically on autopilot, saying everything and anything that comes to mind. “baby? will you.. come inside? please ‘toru, need it. need it so so so so bad.” you babbled like a babe who’s learning to speak.

his dick throbbed, twitched and became so sore that it was almost painful. “want my babies inside? aw, how can i say no when you ask so so nicely hm?” his voice dripping in need and his hips stuttering when he finally releases without warning. “you take me so well, my pretty dove. g’nna keep it all inside?”

“yes! yes, thank you! thank you ‘toru.” you gasped as his cock hammers against your cervix, hard, shooting his cum deep inside of your womb. he continues to plunge his member in and out of your tight muscle, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.

“how’re you still so tight, huh? make a mess, dove.” he licked a stripe over the previous bite on your pretty neck. with the intoxicating squeeze of your cunt he feels you leak all over him, the mess spreading to his porcelain thighs. “ha.. so fucking good, y’er so fucking good to me. lemme clean you up.” his long, sharp canines flash in the dim candle lit room as his pulls out of you slowly, careful not to lose too much of the white cream from dripping out of your quivering hole. he kisses down your body, your lips, chest, waist, thighs, finally setting sight onto your dripping pussy.

he nips at your thigh, drawing the smallest amount of blood. you yelped cutely, covering your reddened face. you always got so embarrassed when he went down on you but he knew you loved it, so with his lips sucking dark hickeys on your inner thighs, sucking up all the succulent blood you produced he dove in nose deep into your soaking sex. licking, sucking, kissing and biting your perfect cunt, nudging your sensitive nerves with the tip of his nose making your hips jolt against his face, soaking his chin. it was so vulgar the way his spit and your juices dripped down his face onto the sheets below him. he always devoured you like he’d never eat again and it was always so incredible.

satoru would reassure you saying that his blood cravings will never overpower the need to just have you with him. even if you had no more blood to give, he’d find a way to survive without it but he didn’t think in his 1028 vampire years alive he would ever let a mere human control him the way you do. “can’t live without you, dove. taste so fuckin’ good.” your breath became caught in your throat when he pushes his long fingers into your weeping core, curling them into your sensitive spot. “cum for me dove, c’mon i can feel ‘ya squeezin’ me. know you wanna.” he gloated, he gorgeously smirked against your radiant skin.

satoru’s other hand pressed down on your womb, pushing your climax out of you. your back arched and you pressed your core onto his face, dripping your essence onto his tongue. he moaned at your taste, closing his eyes. his long lashes brushing his blushing cheeks, his strong arms wrapped around you when he rests his head onto your waist with a content sigh. “want me to rub your back? need anything? food? whatever you need, dove and it’s yours.” he always took care of you right after nearly destroying you.

“no ‘toru, just need you to stay with me.” you whispered, placing your hand in his snowy locks, pulling gently, rubbing his scalp. it felt so good he nearly got hard again but he knows his stamina outlasts yours by decades. “i love you ‘s much satoru.” you lovingly purred, nails scratching down his neck, his fingers held each side of your waist.

he breathed small ‘i love you’s’ over and over again, leaving open mouth kisses below your belly button. sure, satoru has had lovers, many of them actually but never in his entire vampire life had he felt like this and he swears he’ll never let you go.

you’re his once in a lifetime, his one and only, his love. he’d turn you into a vampire just so you could spend eternity together or he’d plunge himself in the heart when you did eventually pass, all he knows is that he couldn’t go on in life if you weren’t by his blood-sucking side.

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emmiesoverthemoon · 3 months ago

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Good day my fellow mate ay

Could you write kang daesung x fan!reader angst,fluff??

Please im stravin' it can be ab anything have free will js feed me🙏

i think i strayed from the fan bit but i hope u like nonetheless! thank u!

𖤓 promise to not leave me behind

Pairing: kang daesung x reader

Word Count: 3,326

Summary: You and Daesung were childhood best friends, closer than anyone could be. When he had suddenly skyrocketed to fame, however, he had left you in the dust, a cloud full of confusion and anguish. You learn and grow to forgive him after one fateful evening when he shows up on your doorstep and promises to heal your pain.

Tags: teenage friends to strangers to friends to lovers, angst, fluff, emotionally repressed, romance

cross posted on ao3 here

You never thought you'd see Daesung again. Not in person, and not like this.

For years, he was just a flickering image on screens too bright, a voice crackling through your speakers, a name that everyone knew—but one that you had to train yourself to forget. He had become a myth, a story you used to tell yourself late at night, a ghost of teenage laughter and whispered dreams under star-drenched skies. Before Daesung was what he is now, before the world claimed him as its own, he was your best friend.

You remember the beginning of the end; him fading away. The texts that became concise, then sporadic, then nonexistent. The missed calls that turned into unanswered voicemails, your voice going unheard in the void. The first time you saw his face on a billboard instead of in person, the realisation hit you like a freight train—he was slipping away, and you were powerless to stop it.

At first, you made excuses for him. He was busy. Overwhelmed. This was his dream, after all. He had worked for this, fought for it, deserved it. But then birthdays passed without so much as a message, inside jokes became memories only you still held, and one day, you woke up and realised you weren’t waiting for a reply anymore. You had stopped expecting one.

And it broke something inside you. You believed he had deserved every minute of fame and recognition that he had, but you also believed you were not deserving of being tossed away and forgotten like you were, without any warning. And it made you saddened, obviously, but it also made you bitter.

Through repressing your feelings, you learned to move on from Daesung. Or at least to pretend to. You filled the gaping void he left behind with new routines, new friendships, and a new life that held no reliance on the echoes of his laughter. At times you felt purely pathetic for mourning a friendship from your teenage years, but Daesung was one that was hard to forget. But on some darker nights, when the world was quiet and your heart ached in that old, familiar way, you let yourself indulge in your memories and miss him. Just a little.

But here he is. Sitting on the crumbling steps of your older apartment building, his head tilted back against the railing, his legs stretched out like he has every right to be here. Like time had not carved a canyon between you, and he stood on the edge of the cliff, holding a shovel in assistance.

The sight of Daesung punches the air from your lungs. You freeze, gripping your keys so tightly they bite into your palm. Your pulse thrums in your ears, drowning out the street noise, the wind, the distant honking of impatient cars. You try to convince yourself you are hallucinating. That your exhaustion has finally overcome you and conjured a ghost from the past. But then his gaze lifts, and his eyes—still impossibly golden, still full of every sunrise you ever trusted—find yours.

His lips part like he wants to say something, but for a long moment, the words don’t come. Then, in that same achingly familiar voice, he breathes, “You promised you’d never forget me.”

A hurricane of emotion surges through you, clawing at your throat, creating tender, bleeding wounds that you had taken years to mend, threatening to all release at once. Anger, grief, longing—all tangled together, suffocating. You want to tell him that you didn’t forget. That forgetting would have been a mercy. Instead, you spent years picking up the broken pieces of his absence, teaching yourself how to live in a world where he wasn’t beside you anymore. But the words tangle in your throat. The audacity of this man to just show up. So you do the only thing you can. You walk past him, forcing yourself up the steps, pretending you don’t see the way his shoulders stiffen, the way his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you.

“Wait—” Daesung calls out to you.

The desperation in his voice is unbearable. You hate how your body reacts before your mind can catch up. How your feet hesitate just before the door. How the sound of his voice still feels like home even when it should not even bear the thought. You should give him the same treatment; let him feel the pain, let him be alone and watch you run from him.

Daesung is up in an instant, standing in front of you, closer than he should be. His presence is overwhelming, a warmth that seeps into your bones despite your resolve. You can feel him thawing your forcibly curated walls of pure cold ice. You despise how easily your subconscious let him in. The city buzzes around you, cars pass by blissfully unaware, street lamps flicker idly, noises that fill your ears but simultaneously cease to exist. The world might as well be silent and also excruciatingly loud.

“I know I don’t deserve to ask this,” Daesung murmurs, his voice thick with something fragile. “But can we talk? Please?”

You should say no. You should tell him that he lost that privilege the day he stopped calling, stopped answering, stopped being the person you thought he was. But then he smiles—soft, nervous, hopeful. And you realise with horrifying clarity that you were never going to say no, you had zero intention to as soon as you laid eyes on him.

The coffee shop is quiet, tucked away from the crowds that would recognise him. He keeps his head down, his hat low on his forehead and face mask clad on the lower half, but his knee bounces beneath the table, restless, anxious. He’s always been like this—electric, kinetic energy thrumming under his skin, like he’s afraid of standing still for too long.

You stir your drink, looking through him, waiting for him to speak.

He sighs, removing his hat and running a hand through his wavy dark hair. “I—I don’t even know where to start.”

“Try the part where you disappeared.” Your voice is calm, but the bitterness edges in before you can stop it.

His eyes darken with guilt. “I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did.”

He flinches. And for a second, you see it—the exhaustion, the weight of something heavier than fame pressing against his ribs. He looks older, more worn. Less like the boy you knew and more like the man the world made him into.

“I thought staying away would protect you,” he admits quietly. “Everything was changing so fast, and I was scared that you would end up hurting somehow because of me. I convinced myself you’d be better off without me.”

Your heart clenches, your voice holds significantly less edge now. Daesung was your achilles heel. You were stubborn, but his face was an easy book to read, and it had scripture of nothing but yearning, pain, and regret. “You don’t get to decide that for me. I could have had some kind of warning.”

“I know,” he says, his voice breaking. “God, I know. And I hate myself for it.”

The rawness in his voice is unbearable. You look away, trying to hold onto your anger, your hurt, your suffering. But then his hand reaches across the table—tentative, hesitant, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. His fingertips graze yours, and the warmth is immediate, intoxicating.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

Your breath catches.

And just like that, the years between you shrink. The walls you built so carefully begin to crack. Because the truth is, despite everything, you are still the teenage girl you once were, and that girl still feels everything deeply—her soul carrying the burden of unspoken words. You are still that girl, with the same capacity to ache, to grow, and to be reborn with every new opportunity. And so, you let him through the gates of your walls.

Rebuilding isn’t easy. There are moments when the past still stings, when the ache of abandonment threatens to overshadow the sweetness of reunion. But if there is one thing about Daesung, he is persistent. He shows up for you. Every day, in sweet, genuine, little ways.

He texts you good morning. He calls when he knows you’ve had a hard day. He drags you out to stargaze like you used to when you were young, listening to you point out constellations he had never heard with that same wide-eyed wonder as all those years ago. He remembers your favorite things, your pet peeves, the way you like your coffee. He slips back into your life like he was never gone, but with one difference; this time, his claws are in deep, he’s holding on for dear life.

One evening, as you sit on the balcony of Daesung’s home, watching the city lights flicker below, he turns to you, eyes bright with something too big to name.

“I don’t want to lose you again. I can’t lose you again.”

You swallow hard, “Then don’t.”

His smile is blinding. And when he pulls you into a hug, holding onto you like you’re the only real thing in his world, you finally let yourself believe it. Because some people come back. And sometimes, just sometimes, they stay.

There were nights when you sat side by side on the couch, the only light coming from the soft glow of a flickering candle between you. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was a space filled with unspoken things, a comfort that had once been so easy to take for granted. Daesung would often glance over at you, his eyes searching for something, maybe answers, maybe reassurance, but you never shied away. You welcomed it—his gaze, his closeness. It was just you and him, sharing the same breath of the night.

“I always thought we’d be like this forever,” he would whisper, voice barely audible over the hum of the city outside your living room’s window. He spoke the words like a confession, as if he were laying bare his vulnerability across the coffee table to you in a way that was so rare for him.

“Me too,” you would answer softly, your heart beating in rhythm with his.

And in those moments, the walls that had once stood so tall between you—the walls built from years of missed opportunities, hurt, and silence—began to crumble. Not with force, but with a quiet surrender. Slowly, ever so slowly, you realised that whatever had happened in the past, whatever had pulled you apart, no longer mattered. What mattered now was this—this quiet, fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still something here worth fighting for.

There were moments when Daesung’s hand would brush against the small of your back as he helped you into his car, or when he’d hold the door open for you, his smile lingering a little longer than usual, his eyes searching yours as if looking for some sign—some signal—that you felt it too.

And you did. You felt everything.

Like the way your heart fluttered when he playfully nudged your shoulder while you both stood in line at the café, or the way your stomach flipped when he grinned at you, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons, just like they always had.

You missed Daesung in ways you hadn’t let yourself admit before, but now, it was different. You weren’t just missing an old best friend; you were missing the version of him that existed only in these quiet moments—those gentle smiles, the way his voice softened when he said your name. You realised you’d been holding your breath all these years, afraid of something you couldn’t even name, but now, the air between you was thick with it. It wasn’t fear. It was something sweeter, something more.

The transition from the comfortable camaraderie of friendship to the trembling uncertainty of something more wasn’t instant. It crept in quietly, like the soft glow of dawn and the buildup of dew on flower petals before the sun fully rises to melt it away. Like the gradual loss of chlorophyll pigment in the swaying tree’s leaves as the season changes from summer to autumn. At first, there were small moments—subtle touches, lingering glances—that made your heart race when you least expected it.

You had always known Daesung—the way he laughed, the way he ran his hands through his hair when he was nervous, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. But now, everything feels different. You’d forgotten how it felt to be this close to him. The feeling of his presence, his warmth, had been absent for so long that it felt almost foreign. And yet, it was familiar in the best way possible, like slipping into a favorite sweater to protect you from a cold night.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when you realised the tone of your relationship had shifted between you and Daesung—maybe it was the way his hand brushed against yours as you both reached for the same cup of coffee, or the way your fingers seemed to linger just a little longer than necessary. Maybe it was the way his gaze would flicker to your lips when you laughed, or the way his smile would widen just a little more when you made eye contact.

But it didn’t scare you. No, not this time. For the first time, it felt like a promise—a quiet one. You could feel the magnetic pull between you, a connection that had always existed but had now resurfaced with undeniable intensity. Everything felt too natural, too comfortable, but you had no reason to feel fear.

It wasn’t just the stolen moments; it was the quiet ones, too—the way he listened when you spoke, his undivided attention so rare in the noise of the world. The way his thumb would gently trace the edge of your hand as if he were memorising the contours of you. His affection was the warm kind that was a blanket wrapped around your heart, comforting and steady, and you found yourself leaning into it, allowing it to surround you, you were unafraid of becoming dependent on this feeling.

One evening, as you sat together, your heads tilted back to admire the stars—just like the old days—Daesung turned to you with a look on his face that you couldn’t read. The soft glow of the streetlight illuminated the lines of his face, the shadows dancing beneath his eyes, making him seem both familiar and foreign at the same time.

“I used to come here,” Daesung admits, nerves written all over his face. Despite his anxiousness, there were absolutely zero traces of hesitation or dishonesty. It shook you to your core. “Whenever I felt lost. Whenever I missed you too much. I would constantly think of you, and I now know there’s never been anyone like you. Not in all the years I was out of your life. I was just so afraid of reaching out. I thought you hated me.”

Your breath caught in your trachea. He was so close, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, and could hear the faintest tremor in his voice. You knew what he was about to say before the words left his lips, and yet, when they did, they hit you with the force of a storm.

He turns to you, eyes shimmering in the moonlight. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

And as he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, you realise—you believe him.

“I didn’t only miss you as my best friend,” Daesung confessed, his gaze flickering with raw vulnerability. “I missed you as something… more.”

You looked at him, the weight of his words hanging between you like a fragile thread. Your heart beat so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it. But you couldn’t look away, not now. Not when the years had led to this moment, this raw, beautiful revelation.

You couldn’t speak at first, there were no words, every coherent thought that ran through your mind that could be translated to language that could be utilised verbally had abandoned you. You were a mess of embarrassment and unpreparedness–you were not expecting this depth from him. So, you did what felt natural—you reached for him. Tentative at first, your fingers brushed against his, a question, a plea, an invitation. He didn’t hesitate. His hand closed around yours, warm and steady.

“I never stopped loving you,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. It was uncertain whether you were releasing this to yourself, or confessing it to Daesung, who was just as flushed as you were, if not more. “Not really.”

And in that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. The noise, the chaos, the uncertainty—all of it disappeared in the quiet space between you, where only your hearts remained, beating in time. Daesung leaned in slowly, his face inches from yours, his breath warm on your skin. The space between you was electric, charged with everything you had been too afraid to admit. And when his lips finally met yours, it was soft and slow, like a promise.

A promise that this time, he would not dare let go. Not of you. Not of whatever this was.

And as you kissed, you felt all the years of distance, all the doubts, all the anguish, melt away. You felt your heart open up again, not to the past, but to the future. The future you would share, side by side, hand in hand, where the road ahead was yours to walk together. Your repressive tendencies melted from you, he had rid of any reason to feel those ways in the first place.

You were his gravity, his anchor, and in that perfect exchange of sweet kisses and fleeting touches, you realised that love, at its purest form, is not just something you feel, but something you become—souls entwining, floating in a world where nothing but each other’s affection matters, and everything else fades into sweet, eternal oblivion.

As each morning and night with Daesung came and went, you fell deeper into the pools of adoration, drowning in sweet, romantic tenderness, the currents of affection sweeping you further into a realm where time and space blurred into nothingness. It was a silent surrender, where every beat of your heart mirrored the pulse of the universe itself, and in that vast expanse of feeling, you met Daesung—already waiting at the very bottom of that pit, his eyes like twin flames burning with a warmth that eclipsed the sun. His gaze was a soft embrace, an ocean of tenderness so profound that no words could ever hope to capture its depth.

There, in the quiet of that sacred space between you, the language of your souls spoke louder than anything uttered. Daesung’s love wasn’t a whisper; it was a blazing explosion of light, the crackling energy of fireworks lighting up the night sky, the electric hum of a thousand volts coursing through your veins. It was a force that filled the air with laughter, a pulse that shook the very ground beneath your feet, as if the universe itself had orchestrated this vibrant dance of passion. The way he looked at you—eyes sparkling like stars caught in an endless celebration—was as if you were the center of his world, the spark that ignited his joy, the sun that set fire to his soul. It was an exuberant, unstoppable kind of vulnerability, the kind that could only exist when two hearts collided in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of love that echoed louder than any doubt, brighter than any fear.

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missbunnybunny · 2 years ago

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❣💌[ I'm stravin' , Darlin' ]💌❣

Tw: non-con, dubcon, yandere, stalking, Somnophilia, Drugging, breeding, cockwarming.

A/n: this is my first detailed smut. It was going well at the start until I took a wrong turn and fell off a cliff. Possessive music got influence. I don't know what I wrote, am going to hell, his more delusional; than me. smh. ENJOY!

Note: this is a y/n x pretty yandere, female-bodied reader. Based on the songs Eat Your Young by Hozier and An Unhealthy Obsession by Blake Robinson, helped write this song. pet names such as Darlin, Love, and good girl. If I forgot something plz tell me.

╔═.✧ 🖤 ✧.═══════════╗ ▶︎ 𝕾𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊. ╚═══════════.✧ 🖤 ✧.═╝ Part 2 ↥

You were exhausted. Who could blame you for being tired? You enjoyed your job as the owner of a small coffee shop, but you were drained, and your staff adored you.

When they had an emergency, you were incredibly nice to them and understanding. You didn't inquire. You just told them not to worry because you trusted them and they trusted you.

You didn't hesitate to assist your staff when an aggressive customer screamed and yelled at them. You listened to all sides of the story and kept your eyes on the cameras.

When they realized they didn't have a foothold, you politely requested them to go. But if they weren't kind enough to go, you merely called the cops. You would never let them get away with it; you had patience, but not that much.

So, after the day was done, you secured your doors and walked upstairs to your house. You double-checked that all the doors and windows were secured and that the security system was turned on and operational.

Taking a soothing bubble bath, dressing, and preparing for some much-needed rest. Closing your eyes and basking in the warm embrace of sleep. Your eyes slowly opened, and you attempted to move your fingers, but they wouldn't budge.

You had been under a lot of stress recently due to overwork, and sleep paralysis was now typical for you.

You could hear your door opening and the floors squeaking. The ebony form of a guy appeared. He was tall, and the broadness of his shoulders suggested that he worked out.

As you felt the bed drop at your feet, he sat at the end of it. His hand began to go up and down your leg gently. Coming to a halt at your thigh. He hummed to himself while pinching your inner thigh.

You uttered a grunt. He came to a halt and gazed up at you. As he peered down at your face, his face slowly entered the frame. "Oh, how pretty," he said, lovingly cupping your face. "I don't think I could hold myself back." H

is breath lightly fanning your face, he murmured. He kissed you, and you let out a frightened moan and screwed your eyes shut. He took advantage of the situation by inserting his tongue inside your mouth.

While squeezing your inner thigh, he hummed to himself. His hand creeps up and beneath your shirt from your thigh. He pulled your nipple and squeezed your breast.

He linked his mouth to yours with a thin string of saliva. He licked his lower lip. "You taste amazing," he replied with a smile.

He kissed your lips once more, and you felt him get out of bed. You sprang awake and took a glance around. Your clothing was in good condition and not flung around.

You raced to your restroom and looked in the mirror; there were no handprints anywhere on you. You rushed to your front door, terrified, and examined your alarm system; nothing was amiss. You were befuddled, and your thinking was jumbled.

You summarized it up to well: an odd wet dream, stress, and being punted up may all lead to unusual nightmares, especially when combined with sleep paralysis.

You sipped your favorite comfort drink, rubbed your temples, and took a few deep breaths. Exhale a sigh of relief as you feel your tension wash away.

You put on your business attire and prepare to open your shop. The business opened at 8 a.m., so you were there by 6:30, and by 7 a.m., staff began to arrive.

Everyone was having a fantastic time in the shop, which was filled with laughter and music. When the clock struck eight, you laughed, "It's eight, you know what to do. Hit it!"

Everyone queued up got into place, and you opened the store. Customers arrived quickly after that.

When a well-dressed man entered and approached the counter, your staff was busy. As you finished serving one of your usual clients, you noticed him and called, "I'll be with you in a minute."

"Thank you, hun." The kind old lady stated. You smiled at her and walked over to the counter to assist the man. "I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting too long?" you said as you set up the ordering machine.

"No, not at all." He informed you in hushed tones, he was attractive, you had to admit it. His voice seemed strangely familiar to you, but you couldn't place it.

But you shrugged it off and smiled as you asked him what he needed.

"A coffee with a cake," he answered politely. "Ah, what cake would you like sir, we have many options." you beam up at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Oh, what would you recommend, my dear?" he asks, quietly tapping the counter.

"Would red velvet cake be acceptable?" "It's one of my favorites," you inquired. He nodded, and you concluded his order with a small 'mm'. " Would that be all, sir?" "If so, this is your total," you say, pointing to the sum on the side of the register. " Yes." He responded and paid.

As soon as the order appears on the screen, one of your staff takes it while you assist with the other tasks and clients. Since the front of the store was fully filled, the man was directed to the back.

He could see the counter and you from where he was seated. The manager patted you on the shoulder and smiled at you as they spoke to you. You chuckle and smile as you remove your apron.

"I'm taking a break, everyone," you say. 'Okay, ma'am,' they respond. You step away from the counter and take a seat on one of the unoccupied stools close to his table. While on the phone with someone, you smile and giggle.

He can't stop staring at you. It was fortunate that he instructed his assistant to investigate you. He even postponed a lunch date with the daughter of a well-known corporation.

He didn't mind because he could tell she was attempting to catch his attention. He couldn't care less about how much her clothing cost or how it 'accidentally' revealed her chest. He'd rather be here, staring at your face and grin.

It was a coincidence that he first spotted you; one of his clients requested to meet at this cafe since they genuinely enjoyed your coffee and sweets. He couldn't get your face out of his mind and thoughts after that.

Your phone call had finished, and you turned to meet his gaze. You froze as you studied his face. He saw the fact and grinned.

You realized he hadn't touched his cake and sighed in despair. "Do you not like the cake, Sir?" You questioned him quietly, your gaze fixed on the plate. "Oh, no, it's not like that. "I was saving the cake for last because it was so delicious." He let you know quietly.

"Oh, okay," you said as you stood up and turned around. "Would you like to join me?" he offered, and you graciously accepted his invitation.

You spoke till your break ended. He became a regular client after that and frequently asked about your favorite treats to try.

It had been months since then, yet you still felt tired whenever you saw him. He was the final customer in the shop on one such occasion.

You sent your employees early, not wanting to keep them waiting so they didn't miss their bus or train.

"It's closing time, Mister Blackwell; you should go home," you said. "I told you to call me James, Darling." He told you firmly. " However, I agree. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you." While drinking his drink, he informed you.

"Would you mind joining me before I leave?" He remarked this while pointing to the seat next to him. you exclaimed, "You are extremely persistent." You shook your head and set your favorite drink on the table.

Turning around and laying a little slice of cake next to your drink. You had no idea what he had placed into your drink by the time you sat next to him. He grinned as you took a sip of your drink, seeing your expression shift.

He watched as your eyes gradually closed and you collapsed on the table, spilling your cup on the floor. "What…did you do?" You questioned him carefully, feeling yourself nodding off. "Don't worry, my love, I'll take care of you."

As you eventually slid away, you heard him declare. You wake up with him twirling his tongue at your clit, then cat licking your entrance, going back and up to your clit, before his tongue went into your pussy, tasting every inch of it.

You eventually let out a whimper as the knot in your gut finally split and you filled his mouth with your cum. "You're awake, I hope you don't mind," he whipped his mouth with his palm. "I was dying to taste you." He stated.

His gaze moved up and down your body, forming an image of you in his mind. You attempted to speak, but all you got was a broken wail. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you were entirely bare to him.

Your eyes began to water, and silent tears streamed down your cheeks. " Why are you crying, Darlin?" He stated this as he licked your tears away before giving you a ravenous kiss, His tongue quickly claiming your mouth.

He released your lips as he stated, "It will take a while until you can move again, but don't worry, I'll make you feel good." He gently graded your hand before bringing it to the bulge on his pants.

"This is what you did to me." He talked as he stroked your palm up and down his bulge, letting out a groan as he began to accelerate.

He stared down at you, hungry, and proceeded to remove his outfit. He was now entirely exposed for you to see. " Oh, very lovely. I'm curious how you'll look after I slit you in half on my dick." He murmured this as he sank his thick fingers into your pussy, causing your back to arch.

When he noticed your body jerked up and your jaw fell open, he smiled even more.

He discovered your sweet spot! He curled his fingers in the same place over and over. You felt that familiar tight knot in your gut emerges, prompting you to tighten your walls around his fingers.

"That's it, cum on my fingers like the good girl you are," he said. Your walls flutter subconsciously at his words, "Oh, you like being called a good girl?" he questioned, advancing faster.

Your moans and whimpers sounded like music to his ears. He was itching to sink his dick into you. You came undone under him with one more stroke, cumming on his fingers and hand.

He took his hand away and brought it up to his mouth, licking your juices. "You taste divine." He exhaled.

He positioned himself at your entrance, tapping his dick on your assaulted lips. He graded your legs and pushed them on your chest in a typical mating press position, and you could plainly see his pink tip and how enormous he was.

Once he got you the way he wanted you, you felt the swelling tip of his cock press against your tight entrance and buckle his hip. He bottoms out in one push, his pelvis colliding with your entrance.

He took your breath away since he was so large. And, as he claimed, he was splitting you in half with his dick. "Don't pass out on me, Darlin," he remarked, softly patting your cheek with his palm." The fun is just getting started," he remarked as he kissed you on the lips.

Allowing you to get used to his size before proceeding. You were so tight! And you are his and his alone.

His cock began to slide in and out of your tight pussy, as if you were nothing more than a fleshlight at his disposal. "Y/n I'm going to make you only mine," your desperate cries mixed with groans as you sought to stop him.

The sound of skin smacking against skin got louder as he thrust harder and harder. Your muscles were absolutely spasming, and your eyes could hardly fixate or focus on his sweat-splattered face above you.

So this was how it felt to be with a man like him, putting you precisely where you should have always been.

BELOW HIM, you were groaning, saliva flowing from the corners of your lips, and your eyes rolled up every time his cock brushed your cervix and his pelvic bone stroked against your swollen clit.

Your eyes met his and he kissed you passionately; the longer the two of you kissed, the more his hips appeared to press into yours. The headboard of the bed was crashing fiercely into the wall, adding yet another obscene sound to the symphony.

You could feel his dick pounding against your walls; it was clear he was nearing his climax, which was going to totally fill you up to the point of leaking, and then fuck a baby into your womb.

As he furiously pounded into you, his hands came to your waist and had a tight grasp on you. You felt James base expand and get even bigger only seconds before his hot sperm was spurting into your womb, and the veins surrounding his dick were pulsating against your walls, making you gasp for the nth time.

The sensation of being totally filled was so intense that you almost ended up cumming again.

He lay down next to you, panting and allowing you to collect your breath. As your body was extremely sore, he began spooning you from behind his cock, still inside you.

"Sleep, Love, you must be tired," he kissed your neck. I'll prepare something for you in the morning." You were exhausted, and your half-lined eyelids eventually closed as you slept off. James grabbed up his phone and called over your sleeping figure.

The phone rang till someone answered, "Ray?" "Did you do what I asked?" he inquired calmly. "Yes, I made sure to delete the footage of you breaking into the home months ago, as well as the alarm system," Ray stated gently. "Perfect," James smiled, hanging up the call as he fell asleep next to you.

After so long of only admiring you from afar and secretly stroking you as you slept, he was overjoyed to finally hold you in his arms.

Don't worry, you can have a better life because He will take excellent care of you. "It'll take some getting used to, but we'll make it work." were his final thoughts as he fell asleep affectionately sound asleep with you in his arms.

Am gonna dig a hole and hide. bye....👩🏽‍🦯

Update there’s a new hole to hide in now 🕳️ 👩🏽‍🦯

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