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sleepy-stars-room · 2 months

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i had to reblog this from this blog b/c NSFW ✨

BUT HELLAUR GOTTA SHOW MY LOVE FOR THIS FIC AGAIN ASDPOAKSD naur because ITS SO HOT AND need him even more. they really had the best vision when they put him in that outfit and hair color AND THE GLASSES ‼️ (actually they did it for me and ally... i will not being hearing anything against that)

okay but actually, this fic?? melting at the sight of him being a pottery person and HOW HE JUST IDK DOMINATES YOU? AND THE BODY PRAISE 😭 i love you sir

IT REALLY IS FOR ME AND YOU ALLY <33 and happy birthday hak 🥹💗 everyone say thank you to ally for writing this 🗣️🗣️

Shape Of You | Ju Haknyeon

SUMMARY: all you wanted to do was to rekindle your passion for pottery, which was the reason you decided to sign up for the newly opened studio near your neighbourhood. what you didn't expect was that the instructor himself turned out to be a dashing young male, and soon you find yourself going back to the lessons for him instead.

PAIRING: potter!Haknyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, petnames (babygirl, princess, baby), breast play, body worship, praise kink, fingering (reader receiving), cum tasting, choking, p in v sex, slight manipulation

WORD COUNT: 3,072

A/N: this is for me & @ethereal-engene 🤠 happy hakkie day!! 🍊 blessing deobiblr with more hakkie fics bcs this underrated man deserves more love & attention 😤💕 also a huge shoutout to @snowflakewhispers for beta reading this for me 🩵

As you stood outside of the address you had keyed into your phone, you couldn’t help but let dread and anxiety creep in, prompting you to question whether the decision you had made a mere twenty-four hours ago was even worth it.

The spring break had finally arrived, and you had always wanted to keep your schedule busy despite having the time to eventually relax after all of those gruelling hours of studying and being all sleep-deprived to finish your assignments and thesis. You’ve been working part-time at your local coffee shop, but you decided it was time to take a little break from that and try out some other hobbies for a while.

One of the things that have always caught your eye as you were scrolling through hundreds of videos on social medias were on pottery—something that you have always loved and intrigued by since a young age.

You recall how your late aunt was a master at pottery, and you would always visit her little shop back in your hometown whenever you went back to visit her during your younger days. Unfortunately, her studio closed down when she passed away when you were in middle school, and with it, your love for pottery was lost.

But that all changed when you came across a little advertisement about a brand-new pottery studio that just opened the month before in your neighbourhood. The location was near your campus, and you were quickly drawn to the pieces they produced and the atmosphere of the place. After all, social media truly enhances everything.

Since you finally had some time on your hands and decided it wouldn’t hurt to return to your roots, you signed up for the classes the pottery studio was running for the season. Also, the student discount seemed far too appealing.

After standing at the front door for a good ten minutes, you decided that it was time for you to finally step into the studio before others began to judge you for acting like an outcast. Before your fingertips could touch the handle, the door swung open, causing you to jump back in shock, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the beautiful young man standing in front of you.

His platinum blonde hair was parted to reveal flawless skin, the translucent frames of his glasses did little to dull the sparkle of his kind eyes, and you were way too fixated on his gorgeous face to even take in the rest of his appearance.

He looks way too hot to be a pottery instructor.

“Ah! You must be Miss Y/N? You’re one of the last students we are expecting for the day,” the male replied with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be late—”

“What? No!” He chuckled, seemingly slightly taken aback by your slight panic reaction. “There’s still five minutes before the lesson begins, the others just came too early.”

Just like that, he guided you in with his gentle gestures and brought you on a little tour around the shop. It wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small either; hell, they even had a little greenhouse on the rooftop.

After taking you around while breaking the ice between you two, he eventually led you to the locker room, showing you your very own space to keep your belongings as well as changing into a more comfortable attire (pretty much taking off that stylish jacket you were wearing and putting on their classic brown apron on).

“Take your time, alright? I’m going to have to head out first to set up the equipment before the lesson starts. I’ll see you outside,” he winked as he leaned onto the locker beside you before moving away to give you some space to change as he walked out the door.

And there you stood, feeling a little stunned as you unconsciously tightened your grip on your apron.

I don’t think this is a good idea, after all.

It was only when the class had actually started that you realized that you were completely wrong about the assumption that you had made in the locker room. You thought that this particular instructor was nothing more than a pretty face. But it turns out that he was practically a master at crafting.

As the lesson began, he introduced himself as Haknyeon, and he started showing off all of the artworks that he had crafted beforehand. If you were going to be honest, his pieces could definitely be on par with your late aunt’s or even surpass hers. He started off simply by crafting a basic flower pot, and you could tell that everyone in the room was in awe of how meticulous and delicate he was with his fingers.

Haknyeon left no room for any potential error. He took the time to get every single detail as accurate as he could, making the perfect flower pot in no time. As soon as he had finished, he instructed that everyone could begin experimenting with the clay, and he would go around extending assistance to anyone who needed it.

Things started fairly well, and you didn’t need much assistance. You were pretty well-versed in all of the basics, thanks to all of the training your aunt gave you when you were younger. You were taking your own time, sculpting the clay to the best of your abilities, while you relished the feeling of all the pent-up stress leaving your body.

Just when you thought you would be able to finish your work all on your own, you felt a presence behind you, and a pair of gentle hands covered yours.

“You definitely need some strength here to make that indent you’re aiming for,” Haknyeon whispered, gradually guiding your movements while he brought his face closer to yours. Naturally, you began to blush within his presence, feeling dazed by the scent of his cologne and the intimacy of his actions.

When he was finished with you, you could’ve sworn that he hesitated to remove his hands from yours, smoothing his hands over the skin of your arms and shoulders before he finally walked away to assist another student on the other side of the room.

You could only stare back at him in longing and ensure that your eyes followed his every movement, and nothing could stop the heat from rapidly engulfing your cheeks.

And suddenly, you get a sneaking suspicion that your instructor isn’t going to stop there.

You weren’t too sure if you were coming back for the remaining classes at this point.

Ever since that first day of lessons you have had with one another the first lesson, it seemed that Haknyeon had taken a liking towards you, insisting that your work was one of the finest he had seen around the neighbourhood among all of his students. At the same time, you were drawn in by the relaxing atmosphere and the people around you; going to the studio has become your little escape from reality, taking your mind off your responsibilities for a while.

But you knew that all of these weren’t the reasons why you decided to return after that first class.

Ju Haknyeon.

It seemed that he had taken a liking to you since the very first lesson. There was something mysterious about him, but you could hardly begin to explain what it was. Whatever he was doing, he definitely had you wrapped around his finger, evident in the way you had shown up at the studio's front door, faced with a sign that said, “sorry, we’re closed.”

Something in your gut told you that you needed to work on some clay for the day; otherwise, you might go insane. Or maybe you just needed to see your hot instructor today.

So there you were, standing at the entrance at ten in the morning, waiting for the man in question to pull the front door open to greet you.

As you began to come up with potential excuses for your visitation for the day while trying your best not to sound too obvious that you were deprived desperate to see him, he eventually nods but with a smirk plastered on his once sweet and angelic face.

“Come on in, there’s something I’d like for you to try. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

It all started with Haknyeon telling you that he has been working on sculpting bodies from clay before you arrived and asked if you were interested to help him out. Clueless, you quickly nodded your head in agreement before allowing him to guide you towards an empty room—one that he didn’t usually use whenever other students were around.

In Haknyeon’s private studio, he could work on whatever he desired in uninterrupted peace. He’d been busying himself with a new collection of sculptures—inspiration had struck a few weeks prior, and he had been developing his “passion project” ever since. However, the collection he’d been working on had never been displayed for public viewing, and it was to be kept a secret until he deemed it appropriate.

Upon entering the room, you could see tons of clay sculptures of the female form displayed throughout the room, the sight of something so erotic causing your jaw to fall open in shock. Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Haknyeon, and he immediately asked if you could help him with his “special project”.

At that moment, your cheeks were ablaze, and you could’ve sworn that you were about to pass out with all the suppressed emotions you had felt about the man himself. Things only got worse when he gently placed both hands on your shoulders, giving you a little massage while trying to persuade you to be his muse for his project.

One thing led to another, and now you were lying on a couch that was situated at the far right corner of the room, stripping yourself naked with only your underwear on as you tried your best to “lay down sensually”, as requested by the sculptor himself. At the same time, he ran his eyes over the curves of your body and worked with the clay in his hands.

Throughout the entire session, Haknyeon praised you for literally every single thing—how beautiful you were, how you positioned yourself on the couch, and even how perfect your body proportions were.

You had no idea what made you say “yes” to the man. Perhaps he really was capable of manipulating people, or rather, women; because you sure couldn’t seem to find a way out of his trap.

You weren’t too sure how much longer you were able to keep up with the whole act, so you began to shift your position while making an excuse to possibly leave the room for a while until Haknyeon replied with a little growl.

You watched as he ruffled his hair in frustration and rose from his desk. Then, he began to stride over to the couch, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his looming presence. The couch dipped as he crawled towards you, his large hands slowly trailing over your bare skin from your thigh up to your breasts and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“H-Haknyeon…what are you doing—”

“Y/N, I think the best way for me to nail perfect my project is to truly examine my muse up close, even if it means getting a hands-on experience.”

In an instant, the look in his eyes had changed drastically, his usually warm eyes now swirling with something more sinister. Without so much as a warning, he made his move by massaging your breast, eliciting a moan from you. Your reaction to the sensations was instant—you threw your head back against the couch, and shivers ran down your spine as you let his hands roam over the expanse of your skin.

Haknyeon was deeply satisfied with the sight of you unravelling beneath him, immediately sneaking his free hand under the waistband of your underwear, rubbing over your core, delighting in the way you were absolutely drenched for him. He smirked at that, truly enjoying every response he pulled from your body and how your face contorted into the most beautiful expressions.

“Yes, that’s it, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me. That’s exactly how you should be reacting.”

You couldn’t even give him a proper response, for you were slowly losing your grip on your sanity, trying to resist the onslaught of pleasure.

Unfortunately, he didn’t stop there, and he continued to tug your underwear to the side while he slid a finger into your entrance, pumping it in and out shallowly. The motions had your moans increasing in volume, urging Haknyeon to pick up the pace. He added a second finger, and with that, the pumps of his fingers became more forceful, working to numb your mind with adrenaline.

“Oh my god, that’s it, Y/N. You’re giving me exactly what I need,” he huffed, building his ungodly pace as he hammered into your g-spot, the pleasure far too overwhelming that you couldn’t even feel your lungs burn as you screamed.

All self-control had slipped beyond your reach—your back arched off the couch, your lips rounded in a shrill cry, and your thighs trembled as you squirted all over his fingers. He withdrew his fingers from within you, cursing at the way his fingers dripped with your fluids, and his lips curled into a smirk as he prodded his fingertips against your bottom lip.

“Open up, baby. Taste yourself for me.”

Without hesitation, you slowly parted your lips, granting him entry to press his fingers into your mouth. on instinct, you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue over his fingers and not even caring that you can taste your own juices.

“How is it, sweetheart? Do you think you’ve done a great job?”

You panted. “M-mhm…”

Haknyeon only replied with a smile. “Good. Because then you’re ready for the next step.”

Without much warning, Haknyeon hastily stripped himself of all of his clothing, laying down next to you as he cradled you in his arms while he positioned his exposed cock right in front of your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down at your core.

As your moan once filled the room again, Haknyeon then slowly began caressing your cheek before gently whispering into your ears. “Listen, sweetheart. I’m going to need your full cooperation for this next step of the project, and you’ll listen to whatever I tell you to do without fail.”

Just like that, he pushes his member right into you with one swift motion, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his length and bulge before he starts pounding into you with a steady pace. Haknyeon then lifts your thigh to wrap it around his hips, giving him a lot more space to pound further into you.

“O-Oh my god! Haknyeon!”

“You’re doing so good for me, keep it coming, babygirl. It’s only going to get better soon.”

“H-Haknyeon…” you panted as you tried your best to speak as coherently as possible. “Y-Your project…”

“Yes…we’re getting closer to the end product, Y/N.”

As he sped up and the sounds of both of your skins slapping against each other become much more prominent throughout the room, Haknyeon then rests his thumb on your lips, prying them open to make sure that you were to give him the response he desperately craved.

“Remember I told you about putting pressure on your clay piece?” he rasps, “I’m going to need you to tell me if this is the right amount of strength you should be using.”

With that, he wraps his hands around your neck, gently squeezing it so that your mouth now forms an ‘O’ shape, trying your best to get a grip while gasping for air.

“Is this the right amount of pressure, sweetheart?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Nuh-uh. Not the right answer.” Haknyeon increased the pressure slightly. “What about now?”

“H-Haknyeon…I-I can’t…”

“Not until you tell me the right answer, princess,” the male responded as he presses even harder.

This time it was certainly much harder than the first two attempts, and you were confident that if you don’t give him the answer he wants now, then this is going to escalate a lot further, and you weren’t too sure if you have had enough strength to last till then.

“Y-Yes! It’s the right one! I remembered!” You screamed, making him let go of his hands around your neck before sealing his lips with yours, covering up your moans before giving him one last push as both of you were nearing your climax at this point.

In less than a minute, both of you eventually came together, and it was a total mess as both of your liquids came running down the couch. As you both finally come down from your high, he removes his cock from your entrance before rubbing them against your clit slowly once again, leaving tons of pecks and kisses all over your face and neck.

“Oh, Y/N. You are unquestionably the best person to serve as my personal muse for this "special project."

“W-What? Aren’t all of those clay sculptures from your previous clients or something?” You questioned.

Haknyeon only responded with a peck on your lips before flipping you over so that you were straddling him. He has locked you right on his toned abs by gripping both of your hips with his hands, giving you no room for escape but to only stare right into his lust-filled eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart. All of these sculptures around us are all about you. I’ve never seen someone quite as exquisite as you, and I am going to examine the shape of you from inside and out. We’re going to have loads of fun, I promise.”

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sleepy-stars-room · 8 months

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18+ MDNI !!!

Everyone say thank you to @winterchimez for convincing duckie to not gatekeep this fic, 100% agree on your notes about a man begging 😮‍💨😮‍💨

… I ate this up at an alarming rate and loved every single second of it. 10/10 amazing smut debut fic, 1 thing you can always look forward to from duckie is her amazing writing skills and never disappoint ✨

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬

ji changmin x afab!reader (he refers to you as "woman" LMAO)

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), a wrestle for dominance, use of handcuffs, lots of pet names (angel, baby, brat, good girl, my love), subtle praise kink, blowjob, slight handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bffs), riding, kissing, biting, swearing (a lot), i think i got it all lol

a/n: uhm,,,, hi 🧍🏻‍♀️ first smut fic, check! @winterchimez convinced me not to gatekeep this lol but thank u ally and @zzoguri for making me feel better abt this :'))

The click of the handcuffs echoed through the quiet bedroom. The only other sounds were yours and Ji Changmin's heavy breathing. His eyes were dark as he lifted his head, his hands locked behind his back and white dress shirt stretched broad across his chest.

You stood between his legs to marvel at your handiwork. "Nice."

His tongue poked his cheek. "C'mon, angel. You can smile. I know you like seeing me like this."

The smile bloomed on your face, and you saw there was a twitch at the corner of his lips. He liked that you liked this.

"Well," you said, taking a step back, "I think I'm gonna go run to the supermarket—"

Your plans were foiled by his foot hooking around your leg and sending you careening over his chest. The both of you fell back onto the bed, his teeth gritting as all the weight landed on his hands and wrists. Your hands planted against his chest and you could feel his heart beat race as he wet his lips.

"Not cool," you said.

His eyes narrowed. "You literally have me at your mercy and the first thing you wanna do is go to the fucking supermarket?"

Fire curled in your stomach. "...Yes?" Your smile was impish.

He was not amused.

"Isn't that the pleasure of it though? Making you wait?" You asked, adjusting yourself to straddle his chest and gently drag the tip of your index finger down his plush lips, cleaving straight down his strained Adam's apple, all the way over the buttons that threatened to burst. You shifted your bottom half slightly, pausing when you felt something poking you right between your legs.

A slow smile. You locked eyes with him as you rolled your hips generously over his erection.

You bit your lip as a moan fell out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back. "Is this what you want, Changmin?" You murmured. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his jawline, then another up, and up and up, until you nipped his earlobe. "You want me to fuck you until you can't walk?"

You rocked your hips again, relishing in the delicious way you hit your clit then. You sighed in his ear and felt him jerk beneath you; he was itching to break free of the cuffs, to flip you over and have his way with you. To teach you a lesson.

But he couldn't. And wasn't that the fun if it?

"I think I really like you like this," you chuckled lowly. Your hand snuck between your bodies and reached the crotch of his jeans. A tent had formed there, and you cupped your hand over it. His cock throbbed in your hand—he jerked his hips upward again.

You tsked. "Nuh-uh," you pouted, caressing the side of his face, "only good boys get off."

A flash of something in his eyes. A muscle feathered in his jaw. "You're gonna regret this, angel."

"No, actually. I think I'm gonna have so much fun."

You straightened then, grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt and managing to haul him up with you. He swore when you got him sitting straight up, his cock painfully hard against his zipper. You stood between his legs again, right in front of him, but completely out of his reach.

"Angel," he said, head cocking to the side like a predator, eyes narrowing, "if you let me out of these cuffs…"

"Don't even try that on me." You teased him with a boop of his dimple. You saw the annoyance flash across his face. "You agreed to this, my love."

"Then stop wasting time."

"Someone's impatient," you teased. Taking pity on him, you grabbed the top of his head and held him as you crushed your lips against his. He made a noise of relief, tongues and teeth gnashing together. You were keen to take your time, but by the way he fought against you, he was definitely trying to make a point.

You ripped away from him, his mouth chasing after yours, but too late.

He watched you tear your shirt over your head and give him an eyeful of flesh.

"You're drooling."

He snapped his mouth shut. "You just want to kill me tonight, woman," he snapped. "Please, just let me rip that thing off you. You can cum as many times as you want."

You didn't even pretend to think about it. "No."

His eyes darted from the pretty, lavender-colored lace bra to your eyes. "You know I'll treat you well, angel," he drawled. "Come on. Unlock the cuffs."

"No," you repeated, but this time, you hooked your thumbs in your pants and yanked them down.

He whimpered. "Not the garter," he gulped, eyes going to the ceiling like he was praying. "You want to kill me."

"Something like that," you mused.

You climbed over him again, practically shoving your lace-covered breasts into his flushed face. Your fingers dug into his shoulders. "You like it? It's new since you ripped the old one."

Changmin shoved his face into your chest and moaned like a man drinking water after a week in the desert. "Your tits are perfect. Fuck, please, just put me out of my misery."

Your fingers curled gently around the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let him kiss your cleavage. "It's so odd hearing you beg."

"You like that?" He murmured, mouth over your hardened nipple through the lace. "The sound of me begging you to uncuff me. To let me worship your beautiful body. To fuck you how you deserve to be fucked."

You yanked his head back by his hair and he growled at the loss of contact.

"I think you've had your fun," you said and stood again.

"Angel—angel, I…" The words died on his tongue as you sunk down onto your knees in front of him and nuzzled your face into his crotch. He thrusted his hips toward your mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, "please."

"Since you asked so nicely." You used one hand to hold down his thigh, and the other to pull his zipper down. A wet spot had begun to form over his boxers, and you could feel him fucking pulsing, he was so hard.

You peered up at him and let him watch you lower his waistband. His cock slapped against his stomach with a dull thump, the shaft reddened and dripping with precome. His chest fell and rose rapidly, his breathing heavy, as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and licked right up the length.

A shuddering breath fell from his lips and grew more haggard when you wrapped your lips around his tip to suck on the salty bead that had formed.

You removed your lips. "Spit on yourself."

Changmin did as he was told. A glob of his spit landed on his dick and dribbled down the side. You used it to pump him once, twice—he let out a colorful string of swears, hips fucking up into your fist.

When you were satisfied, you lowered your mouth over him once more, and took him all the way to the base.

"Oh fucking—shit," he groaned. You began to bob your head up and down, taking him down your throat as best you could. "Yn, angel, you're so good to me. Oh my god, look at you—"

His thighs were shaking by your head and beneath your hands. Everything in him was fighting to not rut up into your mouth but you were choking yourself on his dick anyway. Your fingers fondled his balls, twisted at the base—you were practically dripping through your panties at this point.

His thighs tensed, and you abruptly pulled off him.

"Why—what!" He sputtered at the lack of contact. He had been close, and you'd known that.

His pretty cock was even harder now, standing straight up, angry and red and covered in your slobber.

You pushed up from the floor and nearly had your knees buckle from under you. "Shit."

"Angel, please just let me take care of you. You've been so good to me," he pleaded, lips jutting out in a pout. "Come on, baby. Let me return the favor."

You braced your hands on his thighs and kissed him so he could taste himself on your tongue. "I don't," you hummed, "think so."

He bit your lip at your defiance. "Brat," he huffed.

You grinned, hand dancing around his throat. "I'll make you eat your words."

"Well, I could've been eating you out, but—" He held his breath. You climbed into his lap again with one hand holding his shoulder and the other circling over the wet spot on your panties. "Is that for me?" His voice dropped lower. "You're so wet—and all from sucking me off? Good girl."

Something in you warmed at the praise. You had to snap yourself out of it. "That's not gonna work."

"Well, you're gonna fuck me anyways, right?"

"Starting to think I could finish up in the bathroom," you drawled teasingly, your fingers slipping past the drenched hem of your underwear.

He glared. "Don't you fucking dare."

You grabbed his cock and the breath in his chest left him. You raised your hips over his tip, rubbing it up against your weeping folds. "Don't I fucking what now?" You quipped.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours to watch you sink down onto him. You swallowed your moans down as you kissed him, walls stretching to accommodate his girth until you could seat yourself well enough.

The handcuffs jingled as he yanked at his restraints, his tongue pressing into your mouth.

You felt so full, and your thumb rubbed your clit to loosen yourself up. You whimpered into his mouth… and slowly began to swirl your hips.

"Mmmh," he hummed, eyes pinned to you to watch you fall apart. "That's it, angel. You can do it. Fuck yourself on my cock for me."

It was like second nature, listening to his voice and encouragement. You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your thighs shaking, your tits bouncing in his face. He braced his feet against the floor and helped you, thrusting up as best as he could with his hands still restrained behind him.

You choked when his tip found that gummy spot inside you, all spongy and sensitive. "Fuck," you hissed. "There—right there!"

"Doing so good for me, baby," he said, lips suckling on the soft skin at your throat. "You're so warm, so tight. I know you can fuck yourself harder."

And you did. That tightening sensation—it curled in the pit of your stomach—it wound tighter, tighter— "Changmin, Changmin, I'm close—"

"Me too, angel. I'm close—come on and use me—"

It wound and wound and wound—and then you cried out as that tension shattered, a cresting wave. Your legs shook and you fell over him. Changmin's teeth sank into your shoulder as his cum flooded into you. Your pussy lips fluttered; too much, too much, too much.

You both sat there for a second attempting to catch your breath. Sweat dribbled down the side of his face and the back of his neck, and you turned your head slightly to catch a bit of it, and kiss the warm skin there.

"You okay?" You rasped.

You felt a reciprocal kiss against the bite mark he'd made. That was definitely going to bruise. "More than okay. Holy shit. How about you, baby?"

"I'm great." You lifted your head out of his neck and giggled, meeting his soft smile and after-sex glow. You brushed the bangs out of his eyes, then kissed him. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too," he said, nose nudging yours. "But I'd love you even more if you uncuffed me."