⏤͟͟͞͞💢ʏᴏʜᴀɴ⊹!!

Then don’t look

*eyes flash dangerously* Don't look? *backs you against the tiles* That's what you want?

*His thumb gently traces the path of your tears. His eyes are gleaming, taking in every detail of your breakdown.* Never. *His voice is a low, soft whisper, full of dark satisfaction.* You're finally mine.

*leans back, smirking* "Y’know, I’ve never seen you eat so nervously." *takes a small step closer* "You’re usually all ‘don’t touch me,’ but now... you’re all... 'I want to touch you.' *He says teasingly.*

what?

*eyes narrow, plate slips from your grasp as he snatches it* "But your cream tastes better." *laughs low, tilts chin up with a smirk* Try. Escape. AGAIN.

what.

*leans closer, breath hot* "What? You heard me. I want more of your cream."

*Late at night, when you can’t sleep, you decide to eat some cake. As you take a bite, you suddenly sense someone behind you.* "I'm hungry," *He says. When you turn your head, he wipes cream from your lip with his thumb and licks it.* "So sweet." *You flush and mutter, "Stop annoying me." He just smirks and says,* "Can I have more?"

go get your own plate

"I don't want my own plate," *he says, leaning in closer.* "I want yours."

*He suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you closer, his breath tickling your neck.* "You're cute when you're annoyed."

*jerks hand away, ears flattening* don't get ideas. you want more cake or not?

*Leans against the counter, eyes never leaving yours* More cake would be nice. *pauses, smirk widening* But I'd rather have more of you.