#tw.edging

he's tired- that much is clear. it's visible from the bags under his eyes, the way he's covering his mouth as he yawns, the slightly groggy tone he has when he speaks. "what's got you up so late?" you can hear his concern even through the drowsiness.

you turn your head slowly, looking over the back of the couch to stare at his face. his brown hair is pulled into that low bun of his, some loose strands messily sticking out, but he makes it look good. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sleepy, yet interested.

asahi definitely looked sleepy. lucky.

"i've been trying to sleep all night, but i just can’t… thought a boring movie might help, but it just woke me up even more…” you can't help but frown at the situation. you're normally asleep at this hour, and you always fall asleep before him.

"oh?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, "what kind of movie did you watch? you know that a movie really isn't the best thing to watch if you're trying to sleep." you can tell he's teasing you a bit, but his voice is soft, gentle. "i'm sure that if you try to relax enough, you'll be fast asleep in no time.”

your eyebrows furrow at his response, confused by his suddenly direct reaction. "what are you talking about, asahi?" this was so unlike him, but it was late at night. 

"i can see you're also having trouble sleeping, so how about we do something together to distract ourselves?" his tone is slightly pleading but also encouraging at the same time. “a little sleepover- what do you say?" his expression still shows slight drowsiness, but now you can clearly notice the way he's trying to look a little more awake as he offers a little smile.

your breath catches for a second at his response. asahi wanted you to go in his room with him?

"w-wait, what?”

you guess it did make some sense, he's obviously tired and you were only keeping him awake the longer you made noise in the apartment. but at the same time…

his voice suddenly grows a little softer- he's a bit embarrassed after your reaction. "it-it's nothing unusual," he says. "j-just roommates sharing a bed since we both can't sleep. there's nothing more to it…” he sighs at the end and waits for you to answer him. he still looks rather tired, but he's trying to look awake for you.

“i… i guess that might help..." you mumble back. he was bigger than you, maybe he'd be a good space heater for the night. you reach over to pick up the remote and turn off the tv, standing up to look at him. "give me a minute, i'm going to go change into some pajamas, okay?”

"o-okay," he answers, nodding. “'i'II be waiting for you and-," he adds quickly after, lowering his voice even though you're the only two people in the apartment, "we'll just sleep, okay? so don't get the wrong idea."

there's a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he continues to look at you. your eyes widen at his response, quickly turning and shuffling to your room. was he really thinking about stuff like that? with you? you hadn't even thought about him in that way before, not since the apartment complex assigned you two to be roommates, but now your skin is burning bright red as you change into your pajamas.

a soft silence fills the apartment, as if the only sound that was allowed to exist is the small noises of you changing your clothes so you can share the bed with asahi.

"she's getting changed," he mumbles quietly to himself, "she's still tired and we're just sharing the bed. nothing more. nothing more.” 

i'm being stupid, you think to yourself.

he's just looking out for his roommate, nothing more. 

you change quickly into your pajamas, walking back out to the living room and turning to find asahi. he’s is sitting up, his legs crossed with an arm tucked under his head, trying his best to look awake, even though you can tell he just wants to lay back and sleep.

his expression softens when he sees you back in the room. “ready?” pulling down the bottom of your nightgown, you nod your head and start walking towards him after you shut your bedroom door.

now you're the one making asahi nervous. he shifts slightly, standing up and freezing in place. his tone is quiet and he tries to keep his eyes from wandering to your nightgown for more than a few seconds. don't do anything stupid, he thinks to himself, you're just two roommates sharing a bed, this is nothing out of the ordinary. asahi doesn't say anything more, just staying quiet and waiting for you to stand next to him.

nodding your head, you walk towards him and he pulls you into a deep hug, your body is suddenly squeezed against his large chest. you hug him back when he pulls you in, feeling warm as your bodies press against each other.

he pulls back, grabbing your hand and starts to walk you towards his room.

when he opens the door, you suddenly realize that even though you were roommates, you have never been in his room before. his desk is covered in designs he was planning for work, and the rest of the room is all so clean in contrast to yours. 

“whoa…”

staring down at the drawings on the desk, you can't help but gape. "you never let me see any of the designs while you're working on them, these are great asahi…” you notice he's gone silent, looking up to see him staring down at you in an awkward expression. he suddenly seems uncomfortable, not wanting to look in your direction now, yet he still grabs your hand tightly and leads you toward his bed. he's acting slightly odd now, but again, it's probably due to how late it is.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look back up at him with wide eyes as he turns to pull his long hair out of its bun, letting it drape around his face. pulling his t-shirt over his head, your body stiffens at his actions. 

he's just trying to get comfortable for sleep, right?

the thought of him possibly sleeping shirtless right next to you makes your heartbeat quicken and the blood rush to your face. this is the first time you've seen his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away. his body is even more built than you thought it'd be, with muscles everywhere you look and even a slight tan. he's a handsome man, you've always thought that, but you can't deny that he's suddenly become even more hot in front of you.

he doesn't say anything, and just gazes at you for a moment. his face, however, has become a little red as he holds his shirt. in other circumstances, his actions would probably come off as flirting and seductive... but this is asahi. he wouldn't flirt with his roommate. he most likely just wants to get dressed for the night. "i-i'm just getting comfortable for sleep," he says quickly after, his voice cracking a bit. "nothing unusual.”

your breath catches, your eyes widening as you slowly nod your head at him. you can't take your eyes off him, and you don't know what to do as he turns around. you don't say anything and your eyes wander from his muscular back to the way his long hair drapes over his bare arms and upper body, revealing more of his physique. as if by instinct, your mind goes to the idea of him in nothing but boxers. he sits on the bed beside you and then lays down, glancing over at you with a slightly nervous expression.

"t-the marks. on your body... what are the bruises from?” after the words leave your mouth, you freeze, realizing maybe you shouldn't have asked that. but you had never really seen him like this before, and definitely not this close. you scramble to cover up what you said quick in embarrassment.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked. you... you used to play sports, right? there's pictures at your desk, they must be from that, yeah?” with the light remains of bruises scattering his legs and forearms, it catches your attention and it feels more like you're talking to them rather than him.

he's confused at your comments for a split second before he realizes what you're talking about, and his face becomes red. he suddenly sits up. "don't ask about that, it's not your business," he whispers. but when you mention the pictures to him, he sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment. "yeah, i'm a former volleyball player," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "stopped playing as soon as i graduated high school.” you notice his shoulders slump a little.

your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him. "why'd you stop? it looks like you enjoyed it in the pictures, and i'm sure you were great.”

you notice that his expression softens a little. "i did enjoy playing, yeah," he says, his voice a bit quieter but still audible. "i wasn't amazing or anything, but i had a lot of fun with my friends.” he takes a moment to rub his eyes, looking tired again. "but then i got busy with life after graduating and, well..." he leaves his explanation hanging. "i don't wanna talk about this stuff now," he whispers, looking down. "i just... wanna sleep.”

“okay…” you whisper out, shuffling how you sit on the edge of the bed and playing with the edge of your nightgown. "how do you want to do this? w-want to lay down i mean. like… who goes where or whatever..." your face is burning again at your slip of words.

he looks over at you, taking in your appearance a little more. now that he's actually paying attention to you, he seems to notice a lot more details, like the way your hair falls over you, and the soft blush on your face, but he doesn't say anything. his only response is a nod as he moves to lay down on his back, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he looks over at you for a moment and smiles warmly. "you can lay down next to me, if you want?”

you look up, staring at him before nodding and shuffling on the bed to lay down next to the wall. asahi reaches over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp and laying back down under the blankets. the room turns quiet as you fall asleep, dark and still as your breathing evens out and you both lull to sleep. 

it's calm for a while, silent before your body jolts as you wake up suddenly, panting and looking around. you take a moment to try and calm yourself down, your mind racing with thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, but everything is dark. 

you're suddenly aware of asahi next to you, still asleep with his arms wrapped around a pillow. he's quiet and still, the faint scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. your heart begins to slow down and your breathing, along with your thoughts, becomes steady. your head leans back towards the ceiling, letting out a sigh as you turn to look at asahi.

you tap his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him up. you feel bad doing it, he looks so peaceful and you could tell he was tired, but you need something. someone. him. "a-asahi? are you awake?”

he seems a bit surprised as you tap his shoulder, but he slowly wakes up and looks over at you. his expression becomes a little confused and groggy. "what's wrong?" he asks, sounding half asleep and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. he looks rather tired from the lack of sleep, moving slightly to get a bit closer to you. "is everything okay? do you need something?”

"i-i... i'm sorry, i shouldn't have woken you up. it's nothing.” you scramble back to your side of the bed, turning away and pulling your legs into your chest.

stupid, stupid, stupid…

"it's okay," asahi says, trying to comfort you. "you don't need to apologize for that. we're roommates, you know? do you want to tell me what the issue is?" his voice is quiet and soothing, trying to make you feel better. he seems to notice how you're sitting away from him, your body slightly shaking. "hey, come here, " he whispers, scooting over to make room for you again. "i don't think you need to stay away.”

"i-i keep having nightmares... every night since i've moved... and it keeps happening more and more. i can’t sleep anymore...” you roll over to look up in his eyes. “that's why i was up earlier. i don’t- i can't... i'm sorry.”

asahi thinks about your words for a moment and then scoots a bit closer again in order to put an arm around you. "hey, it's alright," he whispers, his voice sounding soft and caring. "i'm here for you, if you need me. i'm here for you.”

"you didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?" he sounds comforting as he pulls your body a little closer to his. "you want me to hold you? can i do that for you?" his tone switches from formal to much more intimate, catching you by surprise. you nod your head, ducking it and tucking into his chest. he's warm, and even though his chest is covered with muscles, he still feels soft. you feel his arm slip over your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping the blankets around both of you. your bodies are closely pressed against each other, your breathing in sync. after silence settles for a minute with only your breaths being heard, you speak up quietly. 

"it's funny, i've been your roommate for over a month now, but tonight was the first time i've ever seen your room, and we honestly know nothing about each other.”

once you speak up, asahi sighs a little. "i guess that's true…" he whispers, his voice full of tiredness. “we’ve lived together that long but we really know nothing about each other, huh...” he smiles slightly and caresses your hair. "it does sound a bit funny, now that you mention it.”

"maybe that's why i keep having nightmares... staying in a new place with someone i don't know…” you whisper it under your breath, more to yourself than to him, but it was the truth. you barely know anything besides how each other look and each other’s daily schedules.

your words seem to have been loud enough for asahi to hear, his hand moving from your hair to your lower back as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer than before.

"maybe that really is the issue." he sounds a little more awake than he was before now, his eyes open wider. "it wouldn't make sense to have all these nightmares if you weren't worried about anything.”

"but that's not a concern at all. " he continues. "i'm not a threat to you, am i?" his expression has gone from being sleepy to a bit more serious, yet still calm. you start to feel how tightly he's holding you in his arms as you bury your face in his shoulder, his body so warm, and his breathing, though quiet, is slow and steady.

your face starts burning in embarrassment even more as you tuck your face further into him. "you did scare me a bit when i first moved here, you look kinda intimidating sometimes.”

"you think i look intimidating? why?" he asks, his voice a bit surprised and confused. "i'm not a scary guy, you know that, right?” he lets out an awkward laugh and adjusts his arm around your waist. “my friends say i’m actually quite the softie.”

a giggle leaves your throat as you finally look up, staring into his eyes. "nah, i’m not scared anymore. you're like... i dunno. a big teddy bear, i guess. bears that look big and scary, but are actually cuddly sweeties, unless you piss them off.”

asahi smiles as you look up at him, his expression now softer. "that's actually a really cute analogy," he says, his voice full of warmth. “guess i see what you mean though," he says, smiling warmly at you. "i am a big guy, so..." he lets out a small snicker again.

his arm moves from your waist to your leg as he places his free hand underneath your head and pulls you closer still.

feeling his hands move across your skin like that makes your eyes suddenly squeeze shut and your breath catch slightly. "d-definitely a big guy…”

"what'd you think of me? what animal do you think i'm like?" your eyes flutter back open, staring up into his. you can almost feel his eyes wander your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a look of interest, as if he was trying to memorize everything about you.

"hmm... what kind of animal would you be? well…” he takes a moment to think. "you're kinda like a rabbit, to be honest with you," he says, his voice having changed from soothing and calm to a bit more intimate. "cute and adorable, with those big, lovely eyes of yours.”

he lets out a soft chuckle again as he continues, "yeah, you're a rabbit." he looks down at you again. "is that okay with you?" his hand moves down your thigh as he speaks, caressing your leg and making his way toward the hem of your nightgown.

staring into his eyes, you can't help the shiver that runs across your body from his touch. "but don't bears eat bunnies?" you whisper up at him.

he lets out a small laugh again at your comment and his eyes travel your body more. as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown, your skin bristles under his touch. "not this bear," he continues, his voice quiet and calming. “i won't eat you, no. so don't worry about it.” he shifts his body a little once again and suddenly pulls you even closer to him as his free hand slides up your leg a tiny bit further. "shall i show you how gentle i truly am?" he whispers.

"maybe..." you whisper back, your breaths deep as you feel his hands against your skin, trying to calm yourself as much as you can. your face immediately burns red at your own words, embarrassed in anticipation for his response.

his smile becomes slightly wider as he hears your last words, his free hand slowly and softly trailing your leg as his eyes become wider and more intense. "did i hear you correctly, little bunny?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. "do you want me to do that?” the hand caressing your leg moves up a bit more and starts to pet your thigh, his fingernails barely touching your skin.

you nod your head lightly, arching your back and letting out a small whimper when you feel his hand pulling away.

am i seriously doing this?

but he's just so...

"big teddy bear can do whatever he wants.”

his smile becomes wider and his face slowly moves closer to yours. "i’m going to be very gentle with you. very, very gentle.” he whispers, his voice very soft but still a bit more intimate than before.

the sound of the bed sheets rustling and the blankets being adjusted is heard as asahi moves himself closer to you and shifts himself to have better access to your body. his hand moves back up your thigh and touches your nightgown again, making his fingers skim over you.

you can’t help but squirm when you feel his big hands ghosting your skin, fingers playing with your nightgown, staring up into his pretty brown eyes as you nod your head.

“more.”

your words make his smile widen and his eyes look more alive. his touch becomes a little more firm and his breathing becomes a bit heavier. "tell me what to do, little bunny." his voice is barely audible as his body moves slightly on top of you, waiting for your instructions, looking down at you with his hands still on your legs and his breath catching slightly in his throat. a small whimper leaves your mouth as you stare up at him, his long hair hanging down, framing your face.

"want teddy bear to kiss me." you whisper under your breath.

“i can do that," he whispers, looking at you intently. he leans down closer and places a small kiss on your lips, his hand moving up your thigh slowly. his lips are soft, gentle and almost scared against yours. they linger on yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“what else?” his body moves closer to you once again as his hand reaches the bottom of your nightgown and he starts to lift it up a little. "tell me what you want, little bunny.” he whispers, his voice now sounding just a bit more desperate.

your breathing is getting heavier, your eyes unable to separate from his.

“again.”

your answer makes him lean down and claim your lips for a second time. his hand sneaks under your nightgown and moves it upward, his touch becoming a little more firm. still as gentle as he can make it, but definitely more firm than before.

"like that, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice sounding more desperate by the second as his breath catches in his throat. his eyes are glued to yours and his body shifts a little bit on top of yours. "do you want me to keep going?" he asks softly.

you nod your head quickly, not wanting him to stop. "uh huh, please.” you arch your back as you felt his hands getting higher while they pull at your nightgown, aiding him as he tries to lift it.

he grins at you and moves his free hand to your thigh before pulling on your nightgown once again. he lets out a soft groan as your body curves ever so slightly from your movements. "you're a really good girl, little bunny." he whispers as he continues, bringing you even closer. "you like when your big teddy bear kisses you, don't you?"

"i'll give you more, sweetheart.”

a long whine leaves your mouth as you feel a sudden chill when the fabric of your nightgown is lifted higher, his flingers tracing lines across your skin, making you want more and more from him. "pleaseee, want you so bad.”

"i love you, little bunny." 

as soon as the words pass through his lips his face looks more anxious. "i really do love you, you know that, right?” he whispers as his hand continues to move your nightgown up more and more, his fingertips touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach within reason. your own breathing is heavy now, as you're barely managing to control your own desires at this point. "do you want me to kiss you again?”

you nod your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. his lips are addicting, you can't help it.

“more.”

the sound of the fabric moving and rustling is loud in the otherwise quiet room as his hand manages to pull the nightgown just a little bit higher than before. he leans over you and places his lips on yours for a third time, his tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against your lips as his body presses against yours, his free hand caressing your body.

you can't help but moan when you feel his tongue slip in and brush against yours, moving in your mouth in a way that makes you melt in his arms even more. it's like your tongues were made for each other, fitting in the other's mouth perfectly. at the sound of your moans, he smiles widely against your lips as his tongue continues to dance with yours. as if he's been waiting to kiss you like this, as if he's been missing something from his life and you're finally filling that gap.

his hand holds on tight to your body, like he's finally fulfilling one of his dreams. you're breathless, and so is he. "do you want more? little bunny?” you're panting, gazing back up into his deep chocolate eyes. the higher his hands run under your nightgown, the more your body shivers, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you lean up to press a small kiss on his stubbly chin.

he lets out a soft groan when you kiss him, looking all the more hungry as he stares at you. his breathing is more frantic, as if he's just found the missing thing he's been looking for. "god, you're just so damn beautiful," he whispers to you, his other hand starting to move the fabric of your nightgown up higher and higher. he seems to be in a hurry despite already managing to reach your thighs, and the way he glances at you tells you that he seems to be contemplating whether or not to really do it…

"do you want me to take off your nightgown?”

a small breath leaves your mouth when you hear what he says. you knew that the situation was growing heavier, and you couldn't deny that you wanted asahi, but you didn't think that he'd actually ask you something like that.

"d-do you want to?”

asahi looks at you for a moment, his body pressed against yours and his fingers hovering above your clothes. his eyes travel to the nightgown that's barely covering you. the way his eyes dart from the nightgown to your face shows how conflicted he feels, and after a moment of silence, his eyes finally find yours once again.

his voice is barely audible when he speaks, as if that question itself scares him a bit. "i do... i really do, baby.” he closes his eyes and looks away for a moment before opening them again. "but only if you really want it." as he speaks, his hand lightly caresses your leg. "can i take off your nightgown, sweetheart?” 

your breathing is heavy, and you stare into his eyes as you nod your head slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards the fabric at the edge of your nightgown.

asahi’s eyes light up when he sees what you're attempting to do, his hand moving slowly as he takes hold of the rim of your nightgown. he takes a moment before slowly starting to lift it upwards, not taking his eyes off yours at any moment. he doesn't pull it off all at once- he does it slowly, slowly revealing pieces of your skin as he goes. with a small smile and the occasional gasps and moans, it's obvious that both him and you like this.

as the fabric is slowly raised, you're exposed to the cold air of the bedroom, and it tickles your skin, making you shiver under his light touch. you can't help but let a small whimper escape your lips as you stare up at his focused expression. he pulls the fabric further and further, allowing your body to become fully exposed to his gaze- your skin bare, exposed, vulnerable.

"do you like this, sweetheart?” asahi asks, his voice more quiet than ever. he moves his face close to yours and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i want to see you up close. can i?" he whispers.

a moan slips through your mouth from his movements, his words, everything happening at once. "please.”

he breathes deeply and moves his face away, looking at you for a moment before leaning down towards you again. his voice is quiet, full of affection, and he drags his thumb across your lips as moves his mouth back to your ear. "little bunny, i want you to feel good..." he whispers. 

"i want you to feel good with your big teddy bear.” he moves your hair away from your face and leans his face close to yours again, his fingers petting your lips. "can we keep going? would you like that?”

the calluses on his fingers scrapes at your lips, but for some reason, it makes everything even more exciting. you reach your hands up, trailing them over his chest to link around his shoulders, and whisper out a small “yes.”

his heartbeat becomes quicker as you place your hands on his body, his breathing faster and he lets out a small, quiet moan before leaning forward and placing his lips on your own again. his hands slowly move down until they reach your bare chest. his fingers brushing against your skin as he continues kissing you with everything he can pour out of himself.

you can’t help but moan into his mouth when you feel his large hands ghosting your tits, the touches so light it tickles your skin and makes you whine for more.

his lips never leave yours as he kisses you with all his enthusiasm and passion, his hands slowly and carefully mapping your bare skin, as if he's afraid he'd accidentally hurt you. your moans and whimpers makes him feel the need to do even more as he kisses you harder and more eagerly than before, feeling like he's trying to memorize your taste. your fingers move into his hair and you pull him closer.

the feeling of his lips linked with yours and his hands caressing your bare skin sends sensations throughout your entire body. it makes your legs quiver and you struggle to maintain control over your own body while he continues to kiss you. when he finally pulls back to take a breath, you’re panting with your head rolled back, a smile beginning to spread across your face.

"such a teddy bear," you breathe out with your eyes shut, chuckling slightly under your breath.

his face is bright red and his breathing is a bit shaky, but he doesn't feel the need to say anything yet as he places his hand back on your chest and lightly squeezes your tits. "such a good little bunny," he whispers. “i've wanted to do this with you for so long." his voice is still very soft, his smile beaming. “are you happy? can i kiss you again?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

a giggle leaves your mouth as you finally open your eyes again, looking up at him. you slowly reach your hand up, weaving it through his long hair and smile back at him. "definitely happier now, asahi." you nod your head and lean up until your lips meet, kissing him again.

when his lips once again meet yours, they clash with more intensity than before. his tongue slips out quickly, smashing with yours, his fingers moving down your body once again as he begins rubbing your bare back. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling like that, you know that right?” he whispers against your lips, his voice sounding more like a murmur. "you're so perfect when your voice is filled with little giggles and your face has that cute smile.” his thumb strokes your back as he leans back down, his tongue continuing to map your mouth.

you can’t help but blush at what he's saying, already feeling lightheaded by everything happening, and now feeling even more on edge through the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to drag him somehow even closer as you wrap your leg around him. with a little giggle, he lets himself be pulled closer as you continue kissing him. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even more, pressing your bodies together more and more the longer the kiss lasts. your breathing is heavy, and the kiss is getting more passionate as your tongues play with each other. small sounds of pleasure escape your lips when he pulls his tongue away from yours. "can i be a bit more... bold... this time, little bunny?" he whispers.

you smile up at him through heavy breaths, trying to somehow think straight. "how can you be more bold than this?”

he grins as he gives you a small, teasing smirk. "there's much more i can do than just kiss you, little bunny. can i please show you what i can do?" he whispers, his voice full of affection and desire. his hands continue to caress your body, moving up and down as he gently strokes you. "can i touch you more? can we go further than just kisses and little touches? sweetheart, please let me see all of you.”

you melt into his gentle touches, smiling. opening your eyes to stare back into his as your nails trail slowly from his scalp, along his shoulders, down his back. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants to do to me.”

asahi lets out a small moan when you drag your nails down his body, his hands continuing to caress you, his voice becoming more desperate. "i want to touch your pussy, sweetie,” he whispers as his face somehow becomes even more red. "will you let me touch you there? little bunny, please? can i see you, all of you?”

a small shiver runs through your body as you hear his words and feel his hands moving across your skin. 

this is too good.

"y-you can... if you take off your sweatpants too. so we're even..." a blush runs down your skin at his words and touches, but you want him so much.

his cheeks become a little more red as you say this, but he quickly nods at you and begins removing his sweatpants. "anything for you, little bunny.” his hands move from your body and he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his toned legs and tight underwear. the sight in front of you makes your breath catch- his arms flexing as he pulls his sweatpants off, showing his thick, muscular thighs that make you whimper. as he crawls back onto the bed, it displays his muscles and sends shivers down your spine. he sits down next to you and slowly caresses your body again, his touch a little more intimate now, his gaze filled with love and affection. "sweetheart, can i touch you now?”

when you feel his big hands lightly smoothing the skin on your tummy, your heartbeat starts speeding up- but when you hear him speak and look up into his big kind eyes, you immediately calm.

his touch gets more firm and intimate as his hands move up your torso, towards your breasts. your can feel his hands caressing your skin, gently stroking your tits with his callused fingers, making them move ever so slightly. this time, the sounds coming from your lips sound more like moans than anything. 

"they're so pretty, little bunny." asahi whispers as he continues caressing you. as he speaks, his hands continue to caress your skin, as if he’s worshiping your body with every touch. then, once he's close enough, he leans forward and takes one of your tits into his mouth, suckling it lightly. you can't help the long whine that slips from your mouth at the feeling, him rolling the nipple between his lips. when he pulls back, a small line of saliva connects it to his mouth.

"little bunny, your skin is so soft…” his voice is soft with a smile as he continues caressing your body. his touch is still light, but you can tell he wants to do so much more. his hands start trailing lower and lower until his fingers touch the edge of your panties. "can i touch you down there, little bunny? can i touch you there and show you how much i love you?" his words are quiet, eyes glued to his hands as they tremble.

"please, asahi." you whisper out. you can tell he's nervous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. with a quick nod, his hands move beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers slowly moving across the surface of your skin as he pulls them down. 

"i'll make you feel good, little bunny…” his voice is quiet and filled with desires he's wanted to fulfill for so long. "do you... do you want me, little bunny? do you want me to touch your pussy and show you how good it can feel?" he whispers softly as his fingers continue moving, lightly trailing across your folds, searching for the perfect spot.

your back arches and you can’t help but squirm under his touch, his big, warm hands pawing at you and turning you into mush. "yesss, want teddy bear to touch me." you’re mewling from his touch, his words.

"please, daddy.” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.

asahi’s head snaps up to look at you as you call him that, and a huge blush spreads across his face. his voice becomes even quieter than before when he speaks again. "little bunny, can you... call me that again? can you call me daddy, please?” 

as he speaks, his long, thick fingers slip into your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper, searching for the perfect spot. he's using so much restraint now, as if he's afraid of moving too fast for you, your sounds and words turning him into a complete mess.

his thumb brushes against your clit and makes your vision go blank, your body tensing up, flinging your head back into the pillow below as you cry out. "there! right there, daddy!”

his breath catches when your voice peaks and your body tenses under his touch. "right there, little bunny?" he whispers, still unable to believe that you just called him “daddy”, and how loud you were when you did it. you were always so quiet, but your moans and whimpers are making him weak on his knees.

his thumb continues to circle your clit, his other fingers reaching deep to rub the inside of your pussy as he keeps up with the movement you like so much. "d-don't stop asahi." you whine out, your eyes fluttering back open to stare at his face. "s...so good.”

"i... i won't stop. i promise.” his hands keep going, his fingers moving with rhythm and a pace that makes you mewl. he presses his lips against your neck and whispers in your ear. "little bunny, do you feel all hot and tingly down there? do you feel it building up?”

"i do, i do!” you cry out, your cunt feeling like it's burning under his touch, your breathing getting quicker and quicker. he tilts his head and takes a small kiss, a little teasing nip on your neck as he leans over you again. "tell me how good it feels…”

"f-feels a-amazing." you stutter, turning into a mumbling mess under his hands. his fat fingers feel like fire against your skin, and he continues to make you feel good, slowly moving his fingers in circles and caressing the same spot over and over again. his breaths become louder as he puts as much attention as he can into making you feel good.

"i want you to tell me when you're about to cum." his voice becomes softer and softer as he speaks. “little bunny, can you please tell daddy when you feel it?" his hands are slightly trembling now as he continues moving his fingers back and forth, massaging your cunt to the sound of your moans.

you nod your head quickly, mewling under his touch. "c-close daddy, i’m close.”

his lips curl up into a smile as he hears your words, his touch becoming more intense and aggressive in attempt to make you feel the best he can. "that's it, little bunny." he whispers. "keep going. keep going. i'm right here…” your body starts trembling and your breaths grow louder. you're so close now, and you might not be able to hold back for much longer.

your body suddenly tenses up, squeezing in on itself as you subconsciously curl your limbs together. a long and loud cry escapes your mouth as you start shaking around his fingers.

“asahiiiii!”

his own voice breaks as he hears you cry out his name. "yes, baby! you can do it!"

"mhm... yes, little bunny..." he leans closer towards you and holds you close, kissing you for a few long seconds before whispering into your ear once again. "let it go, sweetie. let it go." his words and touches are filled with love and affection, your arms clinging to him as your body begins to calm down, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you look up at him with shaky eyes.

he's blushing when he looks back at you with a huge smile. "you did it… good job, little bunny." he whispers, as his damp fingers slowly slipping out and moving to caress your thigh. "does it feel good now? do you…” he slowly sits back on his knees, moving close to you and caressing your hair as your head rests on his chest. "tell me. how do you feel now? was it good, princess?" he whispers, sounding a bit nervous.

you look up at his flustered face and nod in response. "uh huh… yeah.” you stare at him for a while, looking his body up and down before taking notice of something and whispering, "you didn't get to do anything though, did you?”

his face becomes slightly redder as you point that out to him. "eh... n-no, not really... but that's okay! you don't have to do anything for me." he whispers, and the way he's looking at you is different than before. he wraps his arms around your body and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. "is there... anything i can do for you? is there anything you want from me?”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “but that's not fair for you. i want my teddy bear to be happy too, like you made me." you can’t help the look of innocence on your face- he deserves to feel like that too.

his blush gets deeper when you point that out to him. "i... no, no, it's okay. i don't need to feel good right now." he whispers, still trying to avoid the situation. but when he sees that innocent look on your face, he gives up and slowly leans down towards you.

"okay, fine! you can… reward me then, princess." his voice becomes slightly breathy by the way you're looking at him. "can i have your mouth then, please?"

a small smile spreads across your face when you hear his response, nodding your head. "anything you want, asahi.”

his lips slowly and lightly press against yours as he leans to kiss you. this isn't the heated make-out session you just had with him- this is slow, tender. one hand slowly trails down from your hair to your back, gently caressing you, his other hand holding you close to his body. his eyes slowly close and his heart flutters with excitement. "you're so beautiful, princess." he murmurs softly as his lips remain pressed against yours.

you can feel his scruff tickling your chin as he whispers, and it makes you giggle lightly. you shuffle around so you can sit up a little better, making it easier for him to reach your mouth without making him lean down so far. it's impossible not to melt into his soft kisses, and it makes you feel like you were almost… connected. he continues slowly kissing you as you move, making sure to adjust his head just right to make you feel comfortable. his tongue slowly touches your lips, teasing them and causing you to smile- this is much more intimate than the other kisses. "do you want to lay back down, princess?" he whispers lightly.

"mmm hmm…” you mumble against his lips, following his movements as he begins to rotate how you sit. his strong arms slide down to wrap around your waist as he lowers you onto your back, towering over you as your lips remain connected. his arms slowly move away from your waist and caress your body as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to press gentle, soft love bites. "you taste so good..." he whispers, his head moving up and down your body. "i want so much more, princess.”

you can’t help but moan as you feel his mouth suck and nibble at your collarbones, the feeling so good as his body heat spreads across yours. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants- it's your turn." you breathe out.

asahi suddenly freezes, looking up slowly and smiling when he hears your words. "do you mean... you'll let me…" he pauses for a tiny moment, a small bit of hope shining in his eyes. “i can do whatever i want? i can play with you however i want?”

a smile spreads across your face and a small giggle escapes when you hear his response. he's so cute. 

"yes asahi.”

his eyes light up and his entire face becomes bright red when he hears your giggle. "thank you, little bunny..." he breathes out. his fingers start trailing across your body once more, his movements becoming quicker and more eager. "are you ready, princess? just let me know if it's too much and i'll stop, please tell me if you feel any pain." his words are spoken with so much affection and worry, his eyes lidded as he continues to explore your body.

"i think i'm ready." you say, looking up at him with a smile. "i'Il tell you, i promise.”

his fingers and mouth keep moving across your body, suckling your skin and leaving kisses. "good, princess. good, good…” he whispers, his voice filled with affection. he can't help but feel giddy as he continues touching your body, feeling you react to his touch. his hand goes back up to your hair and he gives it a gentle stroke as he lifts his head. "just tell me if it starts to hurt, okay, princess?”

you nuzzle his hand as it strokes your hair, giving a small nod in response as you lift your legs. hiking them around his back, you begin to tug and play with the waistband of his boxers with your toes.

his eyes widen and a huge smile appears on his face. "oh? is baby bunny helping me with something?" his fingers move away from your hair and he gently grabs and slightly pulls his boxers down. "are you trying to get rid of these, princess?" he whispers, a big smile on his face as he watches you. "do you want me to be fully naked for you too, little bunny?”

"uh huh." you murmur under your breath as you watch his hands grabbing the waistband, slowly lowering your legs back down to the mattress to give him easier access. "daddy bear's being too slow.”

asahi can't help but laugh when you call him “daddy bear". he smiles down at you as he throws his boxers to the side and then sits back down next to you. he leans forwards and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "is there anything else you want, little bunny? anything else you need from your daddy bear?”

you reach your hand over and brush some of his fallen hair out of his face, taking your time to look him over with wide eyes. he's big- that was a given though. thick length and a fat sack, you can tell he’s going to stretch you out, and it makes your breath catch for a second. you weren't sure what you were expecting, but he's definitely better than you imagined. "j-just want you to be happy... i want you, asahi.”

"oh, i know... i want you a lot too, princess. is… is that okay? can i have you?" he asks softly. his heart starts to beat extremely fast in his chest, his face bright red as if he's ashamed to ask. when he speaks, he's as soft as before, his voice gentle and filled with love and affection. "is it okay if i have your body, little bunny?” he asks, his eyes fluttering closed to avoid looking at you for a moment.

you slowly reach over towards him, grasping his hand with yours and pulling it from where it sat on his leg. holding your hands together, you stare at him as you slowly reach your conjoined hands downward until your fingers start to wrap around his cock. "yes, asahi." you breathe out.

his voice is soft and gentle as he finally opens his eyes again to look at you, watching as you grab ahold of his cock in a gentle, tight grip. he shivers under your touch, and a small groan escapes him. "oh my- oh, god... oh my god, princess…” he grips the bed sheets tightly. 

“good… good, little bunny."

you move your hand up and down slowly, pumping his fat cock to the noises that escape his mouth. the sounds he's making are so hot, you can't help but groan from hearing them.

"is it okay, asahi?” you whisper out, adjusting your hand in attempt to fit fully around his throbbing thickness.

he doesn't respond for a few moments, his breath coming out as little whimpers. "is it okay? no, no, it's okay…” his words sound muffled as his voice becomes filled with desire. he closes his eyes again as his face turns completely red. "it's more than okay, little bunny, it's amazing- i…” his voice stays soft and gentle, but he doesn't try to hide how good he feels from your touch. 

"your grip is so s-soft, and it feels... i-i'm gonna…” you start feeling him begin to tense up, and you yank your hand away quickly, stopping the movements immediately.

"no! baby, no, don't stop!” he sounds desperate as he opens his eyes to look at you. "it... i... it felt so good! what are you doing, princess?" he whines, his voice filled with anxiety now. "please don't stop, princess, please! i was so close, it felt so good…”

you can’t help the small giggle that leaves your mouth when you see his response. 

he's so cute when he's worried.

"don't want you to finish in my hands, asahi. i think... i think i want you to…" a blush spreads across your face as you look down, unsure how to express what you want to say.

his expression relaxes and his eyes become soft as they look at you, moving his fingers through your hair to reassure you.. "you want me to...? little bunny, do you want... me to... inside you?” his voice is slightly unsure, but excited as he begins to connect the dots to what you want. "i... i want to, yes, but are you sure little bunny? do you think you're ready for it?” he sounds concerned despite how much he wants it, because he's afraid he'll hurt you. if you ask him, he'll give you everything you want, but he's still scared he'll make a mistake or be too rough.

you nod your head quickly in return, watching the emotions change across his face. "i'm ready asahi, i want you." you can't separate your eyes from his. "need you.”

the way you're looking at him pushes him over the edge, and without another word, he quickly rolls over so that he's hovering over you. his legs slowly slide into position and he reaches down to lift your legs up on his shoulders. "little bunny, you're so amazing," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours as he slowly moves closer to you. he moves his head down to your chest and begins to kiss you passionately at the neck, his breath becoming deeper with each passing moment. "i need you too, princess.”

you can’t help but whimper when his lips attach to your neck again, your legs hiked over his shoulders in a foreign position you’d never been in before. "pleaseee, asahi!" you whine out, his tongue and lips gently licking and suckling your skin as he slowly moves back up your body. his face is right next to your ear, the heat of his breath tickling you as his voice becomes softer.

"yes, princess, i'm right here.” his arms wrap around you once again as he gently pulls you closer to him and kisses you. "can i? can i cum in you, little bunny?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers trailing across your body as he waits for your answer.

you nod your head rapidly, whimpering as you feel his touches. "uh huh, yes, please.” your words are coming out fast and slurred, whining in want for him.

his whole face lights up as he hears your answer and he slowly starts to move himself lower, making sure that you'll be comfortable the whole time. "okay, okay, just relax, princess. just let daddy take care of you.”

"just tell me if i’m doing too much, okay, baby bun?" his voice is soft and gentle as he tries to calm you. if this is what you want, and you're okay with it, then he's okay with it too.

"i-i will, daddy.” your voice comes out like a whisper, yearning for his touch as you watch him line up. he shivers when you say "daddy", and you see his legs tremble a little once he's finally in position. his fingers run through your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

"okay. i'm... i'm ready, princess.” he leans forwards and kisses you gently, his eyes closing as he moves closer. "just... breathe, okay, little bunny?”

your breath catches when you feel him push forward and into you, your eyes rolling back and clenching shut at the wide stretch. “a-a-asahi!"

he lets out a quiet groan when he hears your voice break, his body quivering and his lips trembling as he stares at you affectionately. he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to the sensation as he feels you clenching around him.

"is... is everything okay, princess?" he asks softly, his own voice shaky with nerves and excitement. he's moving very slowly in an effort to be gentle, wanting to take his time and try not to hurt you. "are you okay? does it feel good, little bunny?” he whispers, his fingers moving back up your body to massage your hip. "just tell me if it's too much for you, okay?” he looks down at you as he slowly begins to pull back. "just... breathe, baby. just breathe-"

"s-so..." your mouth hangs open, panting as you try to compose yourself. “you…you’re s-so thick, asahi…”

his face becomes completely red as soon as he hears your words and he freezes up. “p-princess? p-please? don't say that aloud..." his head is shaking and his eyes are wide, filled with embarrassment at your words. he slowly reaches up and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep your voice down. "we don't... no... we don't talk like that out loud, little bunny, alright? do you understand?" he whispers, his voice sounding so flustered.

he's so cute when he's embarrassed

a whimper escapes your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. "i-it's okay, asahi..." you try to speak from behind his hand, muffled from his attempt to make you quieter.

"i... alright..." his fingers slowly leave your mouth and travel back down your body, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing it as he starts to move his hips.

"what do you need, little bunny?" he asks gently, his head leaning down to rest between your breasts. "i want to give you anything… just tell me and i'll give it to you.”

you try to steady your breathing as you get used to how he feels, relaxing and becoming less tense under his touch. “i w-want you to feel good.”

tilting your head down to look where he rests on your chest, you reach forward to stroke his hair. "you can do whatever you want, teddy bear.”

his eyes flutter open and he sees how close your bodies are, how gently you're touching him. he slowly moves his hand back down, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer. "i'm feeling more than fine, yeah? i feel amazing already." he smiles, moving his head back up towards yours again. “do you want me to go faster?"

you nod your head, staring back at him with a small smile creeping across your face. "that sounds good.”

"oh, good, because i'm going crazy." he chuckles, his voice filled with hunger for more of you. he pulls back before thrusting hard into you again, letting out a small, satisfied moan.

"you're so... god, so... tight..." he whispers, his voice shaking as his body quivers. he starts to rock his hips slowly, making sure he stays at a pace that'll suit you best. “is it okay if i suck on your neck, princess?" he whispers, looking at you with adoring eyes as he waits for your answer.

you can’t help but giggle back at him. "you really like teasing my tits and my neck, don't you teddy bear?”

"i do..." he murmurs softly, quickly leaning in to nibble the skin of your neck. his tongue gently licks the skin, leaving a trail of light, playful bites on it. "i just like playing with you, little bunny. i feel like i could play with you forever…” he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

he moves up and he continues to kiss you, his hands pressing down on the back of your thighs to keep you folded as he starts to thrust harder and faster. you can’t help the loud moans that escape your mouth from the actions he's making- his bites, his kisses, his hands, his thrusts. "ughhh! you're so g-good, asahi!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillow.

his face blushes again, his eyes closed as he tries to focus on pleasing you. he can feel your cunt tightening and fluttering around him, and it makes him move a little faster, the pace finally accelerating to the point where he’s panting.

"little bunny, i'm getting close..." his voice is shaky, filled with excitement, eager to hear you.

you start nodding your head frantically, murmuring "uh huh~" over and over again under your breath. your breathing is heavy as your body starts to shake, whining nonstop. "do it, daddy! want you so bad…”

"little bunny, if you say that again, i’m gonna-!" he stops himself from saying anything else and his face flushes with embarrassment. “i-i'm close, princess…” he whispers, his voice quivering. asahi moves his head up to yours and he looks at you again with a worried look in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i can't- i can't hold back...”

he's so close now.

"pleaseee! asa-!" your loud whines are cut off with a choked cry as your body tenses up, your cunt walls fluttering and gripping his cock, squeezing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

his whole face lights up with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around you and moves his face closer to yours. "h-holy-oh.." he slowly lets out some air and he snaps his hips faster now. "ah-ah-aha….. ah…” his face is a mix of multiple emotions by this point, so much going through his body at once. "oh god... oh my god, princess... i... i'm so close... i-”

his body tenses up as he lets out another loud moan of pleasure and freezes, his cock pulsing and twitching inside your pussy as he fills you with his hot cum. asahi’s face is completely red as his body trembles with pleasure, and he looks down at you with adoring, loving eyes. “p-princess... little bunny~.. oh my god, i…” he's so overwhelmed with everything, he just can't look anywhere other than your face, his mouth is hung open as he struggles to breathe properly.

you can feel his big hands that grip your arms shaking, his long hair dangling in your face and tickling your skin. both of your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you can’t stop staring up into his handsome face as you slowly lower your legs. "a-asahi? a-are you okay?”

he pulls you even closer to him, burying your face into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you once again. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, his body still in shock at what just happened, and he just can’t let go of you at all.

"little... little bunny..." his words come out in between deep breaths as he looks down at you with loving eyes. "i'm okay. never been better.”

you lay there, your head tucked into his chest for what feels like hours as your breaths grow even. stroking your hair, tight grip around your center, you were glued to his warm body."i don't think i'm going to have nightmares anymore…” you whisper out.

even as you feel his thick cock softening inside you, asahi never pulls out, and you stay connected as you finally lull into a state of calm. pulling on the blankets to cover the both of you, smiling softly and pressing a kiss on your forehead as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “you're my princess, okay? i'm here for you... forever,” he pulls you as close to his body as he can. "you're mine, and i'm yours to keep and love. we were... well... it was bound to happen.”

you can’t help but snuggle into his scruffy neck, your breaths slowing as you fall asleep against his warmth.

"sleep well, little bunny." his voice is calm and soft as he runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you even closer to him. he's your teddy bear, and he'll always take care of his little rabbit.

a/n: sorry this one turned out so much longer than previous things i've written, i have no idea how tf it did lol. side note- i'm currently writing two other fics rn, and have another one in the "setup/planning" phase as well, so i guess look out for those soon haha. tag list (leave a comment if you wanna be added for future fics!)

He’s been edging you for what feels like hours now. Satoru may be sweet, but times like these show just how primal and sadistic he can be— getting off on making you cry and beg for him.

“‘Toru, ‘toru I can’t! It’s too much,” you whine. Your head feels dizzy and all your senses are being bombarded by Satoru. It’s too overwhelming.

“But it’s not enough princess,” he coos, pressing his lips to yours before deepening the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, hard, and he feels a wave of satisfaction and pleasure wash through him as you clench around his length. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get his fill.

You feel yourself edge towards your climax once more, words bubbling up your throat but dying on the tip of your tongue as you prepare yourself to beg once again for your release. Surely, your boyfriend can’t refuse you again?

“Baby, gonna cum, please—”

The building pressure dies down as quickly as it comes. Satoru pulls out, cock glistening from evidence of your consummation.

“No.”

“B-but, why?” You sputter, tears threatening to spill from your lashline.

“Because I said so,” he says simply. “Don’t be a brat.”

You grip the sheets in frustration. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve been brought so devastatingly close to your climax, only to have it ripped away from you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Satoru, just make me fucking cum already,” you spit, tone vexing.

All movements stop. Satoru’s looking at you, eyes wide, like he can’t believe his baby had the spunk to lash out at him. The look of surprise melts into a contemplative one.

“Guess I haven’t fucked you stupid yet,” he tuts, large hands cupping your tits, pinching your nipples hard, smiling as it elicits a particularly sinful moan from you, “since you still have that little attitude of yours.” One hand travels up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing firmly.

You feel your mouth run dry and your pussy clench around nothing.

“Beg.”

The simple command has you sputtering, babbling desperately pleas you hope are enough to satisfy him. They’re not.

“Tell me you need me. That I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” Satoru is crazed now, possessive, signaling that he’s starting to feel as fucked out as you are.

“Ah, ‘toru, please— I need you so much,” you babble, thighs quivering as your boyfriend begins to pound into you mercilessly. “You’re the only one that can make me feel this good.”

“Good girl,” he pants, cerulean orbs rolling back into his skull has he feels balls tighten. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you, ‘kay pretty girl?”

All you can do is nod.

A thought crosses his mind. Has he spoiled you too much?

When he sees you, so pliant and needy and behaved for him, he thinks that it’s a foolish question.

There’s no such thing as too much.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it. 

He knew it was wrong. 

But, fuck, he couldn’t help himself. 

They sat there, right in front of him in the middle of the hallway, caught between the length of her bedroom and the laundry room, only strides away from him. They mocked him, taunted him, jeered at him, and stared him right in the face to toy with his temptation, practically begging for him to pick them up. He could have turned away. He could have ignored them, left them to be found by their owner, retrieved with a sigh of relief and an anxious glance around the room. He could have done that. No, he should have done that. But he couldn’t help himself. 

It was a stray pair of baby pink panties that sat on the taupe-coloured carpet runner. 

A stray pair of baby pink panties with a small white bow on the front. 

A stray pair of baby pink panties with a pretty white bow on the front and white scallop lace trim along the seams. 

A stray pair of baby pink panties with a pretty white bow on the front, white scallop lace time, and a heart-shaped peek-a-boo cutout on the ass. 

He couldn’t help himself. 

Within seconds, those panties – those adorably slutty baby pink panties – wound up stuffed deep into the pocket of Wooyoung’s grey sweatpants. His heart thumped erratically in his chest from the adrenaline that he felt when he stuffed them away unceremoniously into his pocket, fingers shaking, fearful of being caught. His eyes trailed up the carpet runner, making sure she didn’t suddenly appear from the laundry room in search of her missing garment. He heard nothing else aside from his shallow breathing and the sounds of her faint humming while she shoved her laundry into the basin of the washing machine, the clink of a button against metal ringing once or twice over. He took that opportunity to duck away into the bathroom, closing the door as naturally as he could muster to avoid raising suspicion before locking it with feverish rapidity. 

The minute he knew he was safe, Wooyoung turned his back to the door and leaned over the sink. The chill of the porcelain basin was a shocking contrast to the warm sweat covering his palms. He stared blankly into the drain, mind still racing from the adrenaline, and tried to calm himself down by focusing on a stray bit of water that dripped distressingly slowly into the drain. He couldn’t believe he had done that. Couldn't believe he had stolen a pair of panties, let alone a pair that belonged to her, his roommate. The pair of them had barely spoken to each other in the seven months they had lived together aside from the usual pleasantries – those things tended to happen when one needed a roommate quickly to avoid losing a lease. 

Wooyoung tore his gaze away from his meditation into the void of the drain, staring at his reflection in the mirror, wispy strands of black hair catching in his eyelashes, a slight sheen of sweat beading along his browline. A faint flush coated his cheeks, lips parted as he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. He really couldn’t believe he had done this. A sense of dread pooled deep into his stomach, his vision blurring for but a moment. He never pinned himself as a closet pervert, especially not one desperate enough to steal his roommate’s panties. Sure, he had his fair share of fetishes and kinks – he would never turn down the use of a blindfold or a gag with his partners – but as his gaze shifted away from his face and trailed towards the lump in his pocket, the shame he felt with himself was replaced with a rush of excitement. He salivated out of eagerness to inspect his stolen treasure more closely. 

Wooyoung slowly, cautiously removed a hand from the edge of the sink, hesitantly reaching towards his pocket. He couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched by invisible eyes, shame and guilt chewing at the back of his mind, but the promise of satisfied curiosity spoke louder, silencing them rather quickly. His fingers brushed over the fabric of his sweatpants, tracing along the outline of her panties. They had felt soft in his hand when he had snatched them off of the floor. He inhaled a shaken breath through his nose, lithe fingers reaching into his pocket, and pulled out the bundle of light pink and white fabric on his exhale, steeling his nerves. Shame retrieved the upper hand, and the gravity of what he had done finally sank in, sucking the air out of his body and making him wish he hadn’t exhaled when he had. His eyes darted back to his reflection only briefly, searching for confirmation with himself that he had really stolen a pair of her panties, ensuring that this wasn’t some strangely perverted dream of his gone rogue. Seeing the mixed gleam of excitement and fear in his eyes, the rise and fall of his chest with every quick breath he took, and the flush in his cheeks solidified that this was, in fact, happening in real-time. And with that, Wooyoung took a hesitant breath in and caved into his desires. 

He fiddled with the fabric in his hands for a minute, moulding them into the shape they would take if they were on her body and holding them in front of his chest, looking back at them in the mirror. They were so cute, appearing innocent from the front, with a sweet surprise in the back. He would make her model them for him if he could. Wooyoung swallowed the lump which grew in his throat, peering down into them to see the remnants of a white stain on the pink fabric. His mouth went dry at that moment, heart beating against his ribcage with such aggression he was terrified it might leap out of his throat and fall into the sink basin in front of him. Wooyoung adjusted the placement of his fingers, turning the garment inside out, and brought the fabric closer to his nose, giving the stain a cautious sniff. 

Wooyoung needed to catch his weight against the sink when his knees buckled beneath him, stifling a groan as he dug his nose deeper into the fabric and huffed in a large breath, his eyes fluttering shut. She smelled sweet and clean – exactly the way he had expected, exactly the way he had dreamed. He couldn’t count how many times he had thought about how she might smell. Every shower left a trail of rose and vanilla behind, with perfume scents to match. He could only imagine that she would smell as sweet as those, and the confirmation of his hypothesis left him writhing. He couldn’t count how many times he fantasized about her sitting her sweet, delicate pussy over his face, nose buried against her clit, his tongue lapping ferociously against her slit in a frugal quest to get her off. He wanted so badly to taste her, to savour the sweetness of her orgasm on his tongue, to feel her legs quivering against his cheeks, to hear the same breathy moans he heard through the walls every so often. 

Wooyoung would be lying through clenched teeth if he said he had never once thought about wanting to fuck her. The number of fantasies he had about her was immeasurable, envisioning his hand on her throat, his favourite black silk blindfold covering her eyes and tied over into a pretty bow – a perfect present to him after having been so patient for so long. Every time she was in the kitchen, clothes in nothing more than a pair of skimpy shorts and an oversized t-shirt, he yearned to bend her over the countertop, giving her ass a smack. He wanted to press his arousal against the perfect curse of her ass, rutting against her to get off, whispering sweet words of sin into her ear the entire time, teasing her for daring to dress that way in front of him – did she not think of him as a man, assuming he wouldn’t be turned on by her like this? 

“Wooyoung~?”

Wooyoung’s blood ran cold when he heard her calling his name, eyes snapping open and bringing him back to reality. He tore the panties away from his nose, taking a shaky step back from the sink. 

“Shit!” He cursed under his breath, stuffing the panties back into his pocket and, thinking on his feet, reaching over to flush the toilet. He ran the tap soon after, praying that she wouldn’t think he had spent an abnormal amount of time in the bathroom. He hoped that he hadn’t spent an obscene amount of time away. He quickly washed his hands under cold water, a shiver running up his spine, peeking up at his reflection. His cheeks were still flushed bright red, eyes still glazed over with hints of desire, and his mind still whirring with sinful ideas. Wooyoung turned off the tap, cleared his throat, and, upon looking down at the bulge straining against the inseam of his sweatpants, frowned and picked up the hand towel beside the sink, unravelling it to let it hang from his hands while he dried them in a desperate attempt to hide his arousal before unlocking the door. He swung it open with one hand, towel in the other, and peeked around the doorframe to search for her. 

“Yeah?” He called after her, watching for movement from either end of the corridor. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw her frame peer through the laundry room door, heart skipping a beat when her pretty, innocent eyes stared at him from down the hall. 

“Have you seen a rogue pair of panties anywhere?” She asked, brows furrowed in mild confusion, a faint pout on her lips. Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel slightly aghast that she was able to ask the question so bluntly. “They’re my favourite pair, pink and white.” 

Wooyoung’s heart stopped when he heard those words, his mouth drying and a chill running down his spine, causing his cock to spring against his pants. 

Her favourite pair. 

That meant that she wore them a lot. That meant they had seen a lot of partners. They had seen a lot of her. And they were in Wooyoung’s pocket at that very second. A sly smirk started to form on his lips before he had a chance to suppress it, imagining as she stood in front of a mirror, running her fingertips along the outer seam, tracing the scallop lace while admiring the sweet curve of her ass in her favourite panties, the sight of the peek-a-boo cutout making her smile and earning a playful slap on the ass, coupled with a giggle. 

He needed to answer her. He needed to say something, anything. Anything that suggested he hadn’t seen them. Anything that told her he didn’t have them, that they weren’t in his pocket, that he hadn’t buried his nose in them mere seconds ago, that he hadn't imagined her sitting on his face wearing them—-. 

“U-uh,” His voice cracked as he started his sentence, causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Wooyoung cleared his throat and tried again, praying she’d think he had just been caught off guard by the question. “I haven’t seen them, no.” 

“That’s so weird…,” she replied musingly, her gaze trailing to the floor as she thought aloud. “I could’ve sworn I tossed them in the basket to wash… But I guess I didn’t. Oh well, they’ll turn up eventually!” 

With a cute, nonchalant giggle, she returned to her work in the laundry room, closing the door behind her most of the way. Wooyoung released a sigh of relief when she disappeared from view, the tension in his shoulders melting away and the pace of his heartbeat calming. He chuckled under his breath, thinking himself sly, and hung the hand towel back onto the rack, staring at it for a moment. 

What would she have thought if she had caught him in possession of her panties? Wooyoung could only imagine the shade of red she might turn, embarrassment flooding her cheeks, bottom lip quivering as she reached out her hand, silently asking for them to be returned to her. He might dangle them in front of her face, teasingly pulling them out of reach every time she lunged for them. Wooyoung found pleasure in seeing her feeling so humiliated in this scene. Of course, she could yell at him instead, calling him perverted, disgusted with him for even attempting anything with her garment, which he enjoyed just as much, if not more. He found himself thrilled at the idea of getting caught, prompting a new thought in his mind.

What if she had done this on purpose?

Wooyoung quickly dismissed the possibility with a shake of his head, reminding himself that she wouldn't do that -- there was no way. She didn't seem the type. Wooyoung slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, fingers toying with the soft cotton of her panties. He smirked, feeling an excited flutter in his chest, burning with anticipation at resuming his pleasure. He turned out the bathroom light and ducked into his bedroom across the hall, making sure to lock the door behind him. He gave the knob one small tug to make sure it had latched securely. There was no way in hell he would risk getting caught, even if the thought of it excited him a little bit more than it likely should have. He didn't want to be interrupted. 

It didn't take long for Wooyoung to situate himself on his bed, shifting his weight against the mattress to get comfortable. His fingers felt cold as he pulled the panties back out from his pocket, although the tips of his ears burned. Her scent still lingered in his nose and danced around on his tongue, giving him the illusion of a taste he longed for. He eagerly brought her panties back up to his face without a second thought, shamelessly taking a deep inhale into the fabric, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the suffocating sweetness laced into the garment. His hips moved on their own, grinding up into nothing, desperate for any kind of friction. Wooyoung cursed under his breath, never removing the garment from his nose as he reached a hand down to palm at his cock through his pants. The contact was desperately needed, and a whine accompanied the first full stroke of Wooyoung’s fingers around the outline of his cock. He stayed like that for a while, relishing in her scent, gasping and moaning at the constant contact of his fingers, wishing they were hers instead. How beautiful would she look above him?

Wooyoung's mind lingered on that statement, solely focused on having her on top, imagining how she would look, lithe fingers wrapped around his cock, lips parting as she leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. Another moan tumbled from his lips, followed by a breathy curse. Suddenly, he felt jealous of every other person she had ever been with, everyone who had been touched by her, loved by her. He breathed in another deep inhale through his nose, her scent only fuelling his imagination. He paused for a second, an idea crossing his mind. He fought with himself for a brief moment, hesitating, contemplating if he was really about to do what he wanted to do. It was too late now, he told himself. They were in his possession, in the safety of his bedroom, door locked, roommate preoccupied. No one was here to witness it. He might as well do whatever he liked with them, and so Wooyoung gingerly poked his tongue from between his lips, slowly running it over the stain in the fabric. A shiver coursed through his body, his cock straining against the seam of his pants, prompting him to resume stroking. Fuck, she tasted good. He yearned to taste her fully at that moment, wishing that she was sat on his face, his nose pressed against her clit, tongue lapping up every bit of arousal he could catch. Wooyoung licked at the panties with more momentum, pulling them taught against his fingers to even out the surface area, imagining her above him, sweet moans tumbling from her lips as she rode his face. If only she would give him a chance, he would savour her like she was his final meal. Wooyoung's cheeks burned red as the pace of his hand quickened, his breath turning into gasps as he felt his release coming closer. It was too soon, he thought, panicking. He couldn't cum yet; it was too soon, and he hadn't had enough time. He needed to savour this as much as he could. 

Wooyoung yanked his hand away, gasping at the sudden lack of friction, hips suspended in the air, his stomach tight, suppressing the urge to release. He pulled her panties away from his face, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed, trying desperately to think of anything else. He didn't know when the next time he could get away with this would be. He needed to take his time, he couldn't cum yet. Wooyoung's head felt light when he opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing in the vein on his neck, blood gushing rapidly through his system, likely sent to fuel the dark blush on his cheeks or the raging erection in his pants. Wooyoung’s gaze traced shapes in the ceiling tiles, trying to distract himself just enough that he wouldn’t cum in his boxers. He gasped for air, his lungs on fire, a bead of sweat trickling off of his forehead and landing on the bed sheets. If he was this turned on by the image of her, fuck, he couldn’t imagine how turned on he might be if he were actually with her. Wooyoung slowly lowered his hips back to the bed, feeling safe enough to take a deep breath and swallow. 

He couldn't believe that he had pushed aside his desire for so long, and he was in even further disbelief that it was a pair of her panties that made him tumble over the edge and lose his composure like that, although he couldn't really blame himself after everything that had happened up to that point. Wooyoung breathed out a long sigh, his gaze turning to the pair of saliva-soaked panties he held in his hand, a smirk growing on his lips at the satisfaction he felt bubbling into his chest. He was enjoying this far too much. Surely, it wasn't normal for him to be turned on this much by a pair of already-soiled panties, but he couldn't deny how much pleasure he was getting from his active imagination. Wooyoung shifted a bit on the bed, hissing as the head of his cock brushed against the fabric of his boxers, which he was sure were likely just as wet as the panties he held. 

"Oh, fuck, fine," he chided to himself, having hoped to have a bit more recuperating time, but it was clear as day that his body had other desires. Wooyoung shimmied his pants and boxers down to his knees, cock springing from the fabric, weeping precum onto his stomach. He was about to take it into his hand, when another, better idea crossed his mind. Wooyoung's hands fumbled hurriedly with the panties, manipulating them so that the soaked inner fabric stretched along the head of his cock. They were already soaked, so making an even bigger mess of them wasn't a problem with which he was concerned at that moment. Once the panties were wrapped around his cock, Wooyoung slowly started to stroke his hand, prompting a shaky moan. He was so sensitive from his edge, he could have cum right then and there.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,” The words left his mouth in a strained whine as he rutted up into the fabric of her panties, imagining her sinking down onto his cock. If only she were truly on top of him, Wooyoung wouldn’t hesitate to knead his fingers into her thighs, guiding her pace as she bounced up and down on his cock. He would relish in the feeling of her cunt enveloping him, and he would never want the moment to end. He craved to know how she would feel, but the panties would have to do for the time being. At least until he found the courage to admit what he had known for a long time -- he found her intoxicating and desired her with a passion he had never had for anyone else. Another groan escaped him as he tightened his fist, the greater intensity of wet pressed fabric against skin causing his pace to falter a bit. 

"Such a naughty girl, teasing me like that," A breathless laugh accompanied his words as he slowed his pace, keeping the pressure to mimic the tightness of her cunt. If she had been there, he wouldn't have hesitated to slap her ass, ordering her to pick up her pace again, thrusting up into her to coax out a moan and emphasize his command. "C'mon, pick up the pace again, sweetheart. Let me cum in that pretty pussy of yours." 

Wooyoung resumed his previous pace, stroking his cock hard and fast, whining every time his fingers brushed the tip. 

“You’ve wanted this dick since I moved in, haven’t you?” He growled sultry words into thin air, directing them at his imagined version of her with a smirk on his lips. He could delve into his fantasy just a bit more, he thought. “You craved having me pound into that pretty cunt of yours, huh?” 

Wooyoung adjusted his fingers, focusing his attention on the head of his cock, whining as he reached his high. He was getting closer, and even though the voice in his head kept shouting at him to slow down, to wait, to savour, to stop and rest, to deny himself what he knew he wanted, he couldn't seem to listen. He was too close, too close; he couldn't back away now. Wooyoung's hips bucked upwards to meet his thrusts, growling as he felt the familiar tightness in his abdomen, his eyes scrunching shut. He saw her above him; lips parted, hair in disarray, a dark blush coating her cheeks, breasts bouncing as she rode him to release. It only took two more pumps of his hand, two more imaginary thrusts into her, for him to release his pent-up energy, free fingers gripping at the bedsheets while the other continued to stroke himself through his orgasm. Hot, sticky ropes of cum shot from his cock and into the fabric of her panties, squirting through the fibres and falling onto his stomach. Wooyoung's voice caught in his throat when he tried to whimper, the sensitivity becoming too much for him. He stopped the motion of his hand, letting his cock twitch through the remaining spurts of cum it had left to give. 

Wooyoung couldn't believe how hard he came. He gasped for air, heart beating so hard in his chest that he feared he might go into cardiac arrest, his vision going blurry. A tired smile crossed his lips as he stared up at the ceiling, feeling very satisfied with himself. He finally removed his hand from his cock, fingers sticky with his cum. He had made a right mess of himself and of the panties as well. Wooyoung sighed as he realized he would need to clean them. He wished he could keep them; it would have been fun to reuse them some other time, but he feared it would be too suspicious if they had gone completely missing from her laundry. He decided to do them when he next tackled his laundry and would return them to her, claiming he had found them wedged between the wall and the washing machine and washed them for her. He could practically see the cute blush that would creep onto her face from embarrassment, and it made him chuckle. 

Wooyoung groaned as he pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the completely soiled panties off of him and tossing them into his laundry bin across the room. He evaluated the mess he had made on himself, noting all of the strands of cum that had stuck to his stomach, his happy trail, and still pooled down his cock. He was in desperate need of a shower. Wooyoung pulled up his sweatpants and sucked in a breath. He hoped to god she wasn’t going to be waiting anywhere near his door. He didn’t want to have to say anything to her, and truth be told, he wasn’t confident that his voice wouldn’t crack after desperately trying to hold in his whines earlier. Wooyoung hesitantly unlocked the door, listening acutely for any sounds of movement on the other side before opening it. He peered out into the hall, looking both ways for her. Luckily, she was nowhere to be found; the only sound coming from the washing machine down the hall, the door to the laundry room left slightly ajar. Wooyoung sighed a breath of relief, walked out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind him, and ran to the bathroom to take his much-needed shower. 

What he didn't realize at the time was that he had an active listener in the room next door. She had been listening intently to his ritual, head pressed against her bedroom wall to try and hear every moan and gasp she could, fingers playing with her dripping pussy. Truthfully, she had seen the way he looked at her. She knew that he found her attractive, but she was growing tired of waiting for him to make the first move, so she took it upon herself to give him a little bit more motivation. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her panties if she had left them out, and she was thrilled to know she had been right. 

She couldn't resist disappearing into her bedroom the second she heard the first of his moans, excitedly hopping onto her bed and quickly getting to work rubbing slow circles over her clit. Every gasp, moan, groan, and growl came through the thin walls which separated them, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from joining in, silencing herself so as not to give herself away. However, when she heard him mention her name, she couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips, her fingers picking up their pace. Before she knew it, she couldn't hold on any longer, cumming on her fingers and soaking her panties through. Once she had come down from her high, she had looked down to evaluate the wet spot she had created on her bedsheets, smirking mischievously.

The phone rang once. Twice. Thrice. Your hand reached for the bedside table the first time, his hand pulled yours away from it, he wanted your full attention on him. The second time, you tried to catch the breath and do the same action as before, your boyfriend grunted in response, holding you still, almost pinned by the waist, against the soft mattress of the bed in his house. The third and final time, a gasping "Please" came from yours lips, he leaned over to pick up the phone and stare at the glowing screen before opening a cocky smile and rolling his eyes before speaking: 

"It's your mom, Mama's lil' girl," his voice remained calm as the phone was delivered into your hands and his other fingers, deep inside you, increased the speed just so Ran could see you get teary eyed as your tried to control your own reactions. 

You already knew what the subject matter was in that call, especially since, when you left home warning that you might be spending the night at Ran's house, the first thing your mother did was try to come up with excuses and obstacles to make you stay home as if she was protecting you from a world you already knew, liked, enjoyed and desired. 

It was obvious that she and your father were not the biggest fans of Haitani Ran, and deep down he understood very well why that was that way and agreed that your parents were just trying to make you not waste a part of your life that you might regret later — although, Ran didn't consider himself a waste of time or a mistake for you. The main problem was the age issue, he was older and gave you a sense of security and warmth that even the most mature guy your age couldn't get in a million years, and you were willing to pick as many fights as necessary with your parents to stay by his side, being his cute little girlfriend that he always presented with a wide smile and a proud hand showing off the pair of rings he bought in the first months of official dating. 

Ran understood where yours parents' concern was coming from, he understood even too well, but they needed to face it: Haitani Ran is not that bad. Not now, not after going through his entire youth being a delinquent for Tenjiku and Kantou Manji and Rokuhara. In fact, he had even stopped actively engaging in some other personal works with Rindou as soon as he started dating you just to try to fit into his father's "perfect, starched guy" box. 

"Yes? Hello? Mom?", you asked irritably trying to balance the cell phone between your sweaty fingers as Ran left wet kisses all over your back and tried not to make the bed sheets rustle too much, "Huh? I'm at–," his fingers curved inside your pussy and you bit the bottom lip, only speaking again when you were sure you weren't going to moan into the sound pickup of the phone, "At Ran's place, his house, yes, now, I'm with him!" 

Ran leaned in to rest the chest against your back and rest his face against your other shoulder, his breath beating over your neck and causing a shiver to run down your back and your walls to clench even tighter around his fingers, the adrenaline beginning to dilate his veins the same way it did when he and Rindou were in the middle of a gang war.  

"Tell her your boyfriend is treating you so well," you heard him whisper anda at the same time, felt his fingers increase the rhythm, the wet noises between your legs inevitably becoming more present and your head getting more and more dizzy, "How I am stretching you out so nice, she should know you are in good hands."  

You whispered a "Stop" to him and your mom thought it was up to her and you mentally cursed. The situation was thin ice and your boyfriend would rather get in the way than help.

"W-What? With... him? With Ran?", you looked at him and he understood that your mother wanted to talk to him.

However, your phone was not picked up by him until he took fingers out of your pussy, sucked them calmly watching you almost despair with the call still active and manhandled your body to leave you lying facing him, with legs pressed against your breasts in a typical mating press and his dick rubbing between your wet, sensitive folds and a deep breath coming out of you as soon as he took control of the situation and placed the phone against his ear.  

"Yeah, Miss? Ran talking here right now, you need anything?", he looked at you with a sideways smile playing on his lips and, with his other hand holding your waist, directed his cock to be flush with your entrance, ready to slide inside, "Yes, I am with her right now, she's kinda busy, but ‘m not, 'course we can talk, Miss." 

On the other end of the line, your mother was complaining to Ran that she wanted you home by 10:00 at night. He looked at the wall clock; it was already 11:30, almost midnight. And, truth be told, Rindou's older brother only heard the beginning of her complaint, the seconds later he was busy biting his lip hard and pounding deep inside you, his long cock kissing your soft cervix and making your walls stretch almost to their limit to take him. 

For you, it was the last straw, Ran had been edging you all night, always taking you to the edge of cumming, and it was exactly what you needed to cum with eyes rolling up and fingers digging into the bed sheets desperately, your pussy clenching around him and squirting completely over his shaft and making the mess of bodies in his bedroom even bigger. 

You didn't see it, but there was a smug, proud smile on his lips and he had to press the phone against his ear to concentrate back on the woman on the other end of the line. 

"10PM, you say? Oh, it's already so late, I don't think I could–", he thrusted hard into you, the headboard slamming against the wall and one hand forcing your legs to remain propped against your bust, "Sorry, y'know how loud my neighboors are with those parties, right? And, Miss, I don't think I could let your pretty daughter go back to your home at this time, it's so late, isn't it? Besides this–", Ran began slowly slamming inside you, "She's in such good hands, trust me, I even have some clothes of hers here, in my house, so we may have no problems ‘n–" 

This time, your mom gave the cell phone to your dad and Ran rolled his eyes ready to listen to him ranting that he wanted you two to break up, after all, where have you ever seen a guy as old as Rindou's brother fall in love with a girl as straight, as young as you? Unacceptable! 

But, the call didn't last. Your boyfriend hung up and threw the phone down on the armchair next to the bed before he put both hands on your thighs and really began to move fast and hard inside you; your moans finally being able to be released and the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating throughout the room. 

Now it wasn't just casual sex, just sex as you normally did. Ran was now in charge of fucking the worries out of you, it was his job to make you relaxed and not let your pretty little head worry – and he was great at it. 

"Can you feel me throbbing inside you, princess?", he asked rhetorically, and you tried to groan out a positive response that made him open a little smile sideways; in the end, you were always going to be his favorite drooling, murmuring mess, "'Course you can, you can feel everything just like always, right? You're always so sensitive." 

Ran, after stroking a little more, realized how close he himself was, the veins around his cock foreshadowing an ever closer climax. 

"I wonder if you're goin’ to be more sensitive when I fuck a baby into you, are you goin' to, princess?", you couldn't answer anymore, anything that came out of your mouth was just a mess of words and whimpers, "We can't know if I don't breed you, can we? So sad, I think I'll need to fill you up real good, wasting no drop, so we can find it out, huh?" 

If your parents were already pissed that you were dating an older guy, Haitani Ran could give them a good reason to be.