Things I'd Never Say

butters my milk

pops my corn

hedges my hog

rails my road

jellies my fish

hams my burglar

She’s shy, but her body knows exactly what it wants. I can feel the need in her: Every slow grind, every shaky moan against my neck, tells me exactly what she wants. I keep one arm around her waist, steadying her, the other tracing slow circles down her back, teasing her, letting her know she doesn’t have to ask. She can just take. Or I’ll give. Either way, she’s mine.

I miss watching her fall apart like that, her eyes glazed, lip caught between her teeth, thighs trembling as she chases her release against me. She hides her face in my neck when it gets too much, whimpering my name like she’s trying to hold herself together. I kiss her slow, deep, and she melts into it. It’s not just about getting her off. It’s about holding her, making her feel safe, wanted and worshipped.

I miss her softness. Her trust. The way she surrenders, not just to my body but to my voice, my hands, my care. I miss the way the world falls away when it’s just us. Just her and me and the heat between us.

Nothing else exists.

you're doing amazing sweetie KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025)

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