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she’s so much better than me cause i would’ve lit his company on fire 😁

faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

��� 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

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⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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THE SUN & THE MOON

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Word count: 1,660

Pairing: Sun!Hoseok x Moon!fem reader

Note: Y/n is described to have white hair once in this (because she’s the moon) I recently rewrote this one for my book BTS Imagines 2 on Wattpad and I was so proud of it that I decided to share it here!

He was enchanting, so bright and lustrous, lighting up everything in his presence. There was a glowing golden aura around him everywhere he went. He radiated light—he was light. Every time he smiled you felt like you were being blinded, but in the best way possible. You had lived in the dark your entire life and now that you'd caught sight of him, you felt as if you'd seen a new world. Your life was never the same after him. There was a sense of longing in your chest, a desire to meet this man who'd stolen your heart, but it was impossible.

How could the moon meet the sun?

You were absolutely stunning. Every night you glowed in the most brilliant white light, a physical manifestation of your purity and innocence. He watched you, but only from afar, as that's all the universe allowed. The distance made his heart ache with a poignant loneliness, making him realize how isolated he'd been.

He yearned to meet you and witness your pale glow up close, but it was impossible.

How could the sun meet the moon?

It was a very special night. The stars had aligned perfectly and you were blessed with the opportunity to meet with him. To touch him, embrace him. Every fiber of your being thrummed with excitement, the tips of your fingers tingling at the thought of how warm his skin would be against them.

You could see his ardent glowing form in the distance, shining brightly as always, like a beacon beckoning you closer. You drew nearer, gravitating towards him, your heart beating faster by the second.

"Hoseok." You uttered his name once you got close enough for him to hear you.

He smiled brightly, your mellifluous voice like music to his ears. His fingers twitched at his sides, his skin aching with an unfamiliar need.

"Y/n." His voice was like silk and honey, wrapping around you like a blanket.

He extended his hand, palm up, and you took hold of it, his touch sending a surge of electricity through your body and soul. One of his arms wrapped around your waist swiftly, pulling you flush against him, needing to feel your body pressed to his own so he knew you were real. At that moment, Hoseok felt as if the universe had granted him his deepest wish: the chance to hold the moon in his arms.

"I've been watching you for so long." He whispered reverently.

"I've been watching you for so long too. You're utterly mesmerizing up close."

"Not as mesmerizing as you, my moonbeam." The orange specks in his golden eyes danced with affection as he spoke.

It was impossible to hold back the smile breaking out onto your face, especially after hearing such a nickname fall from his pretty lips.

He held you tighter and started swaying gently beneath the starlit sky. You gazed up at Hoseok, and despite him shining so brightly, it didn't hurt your eyes to look at him. In fact, you couldn't look away. The golden flecks across his cheekbones shimmered and you couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch them, knowing you may not get this opportunity again for quite some time.

Hoseok's lashes fluttered at your delicate touch that sent a trail of sparks along his skin. Your fingers drifted to his bright red bangs that framed his handsome face, the strands like silk ribbons between your digits. The softest of sighs escaped his lips when you reached his hair and he couldn't help but lean into your palm, relishing in your touch that he'd longed to feel. Your body was cool in temperature, contrasting from his own naturally warm skin, but he loved it. Holding you felt like a breeze on a chilly day and he never wanted to leave.

"I'm utterly captivated by you." He breathed out, gazing fondly at you with his hypnotizing gold irises. His words hung heavily in the air, carried by a palpable intensity that spoke of long-suppressed emotions—emotions he couldn't convey from afar.

"I'm captivated by you." You returned with just as much ardor.

"I've yearned for this moment for an eternity, and you, my moonbeam, have ensnared me entirely." His devoted words struck you directly in the chest, resonating deep within your soul.

Hoseok's fingers caressed your cheek, the heat of his body radiating off them. It made you want to curl into him and be embraced by his toasty temperature.

"You're so warm." You murmured.

He smiled, the glow emanating from him getting a little brighter. "And you're so cold."

"I know." You responded quietly.

"It's not a bad thing." He insisted, taking your hand and brushing his lips against your cool knuckles. "It's refreshing. I love it."

The contrast between your coldness and his warmth only served to deepen his affection. You were complete opposites, light and dark, day and night. A perfectly balanced pair that the universe played a cruel joke on by keeping them apart.

"You're like my own personal winter." He mused, his voice a melodic hum. "I want to bask in your coolness forever."

His words warmed your heart along with the way he was staring at you with such devotion.

His hold on your hand loosened and moved to cradle your cheek instead, his face moving closer. This was it, what you'd been craving. Your time with Hoseok was fleeting and there was no time to waste.

"I love you." He whispered just before closing the remaining distance between you.

The moment his lips touched yours, time stood still. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands came up to hold his face between your palms, his natural heat seeping into your skin, a reminder that this wasn't a dream.

"I love you too." Your whispered confession was uttered between fervent kisses.

His hold tightened in response to your returned feelings, the kiss deepening as he tilted his head and pressed your mouths closer together. His slender fingers buried themselves in the delicate fabric of your garments woven from the very essence of the night, holding them like his life depended on it.

"Even if we can't always be together?" He asked, parting from the kiss.

"Yes." You nodded. "No amount of time apart will make my love for you fade."

He grinned, gazing into your eyes, your endless pools holding the entire universe in them, a whole galaxy that Hoseok could get lost in. Your silken white hair hung perfectly around your face, framing those mesmerizing eyes and beguiling features, your cheekbones speckled with flecks of deep blue. Hoseok memorized every detail of your face, knowing he wouldn't be able to admire you this way for much longer.

"I don't want this moment to end." He whispered, tracing the speckles on your skin.

"Neither do I."

His mouth met yours again, pouring every ounce of himself into the kiss while simultaneously committing the taste of your lips to memory, as that's all he would have for a while. Hoseok kissed you fervently, his lips moving across yours as if it was the last kiss he would ever share.

"It's almost time for me to go." You spoke, beginning to feel a faint tug in your chest that was trying to pull you back to your post.

Your fingers curled into the yellow and gold fabric draped across Hoseok's tanned skin as if it would help anchor you in place or prevent you from being tugged back to the place you were so cruelly shackled to.

"Then let's make the most of it." Hoseok uttered in a hushed tone, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

He kept you close, holding on for dear life and savoring his final moments with you. He knew that soon, he would be torn away from you, the celestial laws of the universe intervening and ripping you both apart once again.

You drew back, a somber look etched onto your beautiful features, unshed tears glossing over your star-filled eyes. The moon was crying.

"I have to go." You croaked weakly.

He nodded knowingly, fighting back his own tears. "I do too."

"Until next time?" You asked.

"Until next time, whenever that may be."

He gently wiped away a tear that trickled down your cheek, leaning in to press a parting kiss to your forehead before the both of you started drifting away from one another, letting that invisible tether pull you apart. You could only watch as the distance grew between your glowing forms, his with the warmth of the sun and yours with the coolness of the moon.

He extended a hand out in a vain attempt to reach out to you, his heart panging with the ache of separation.

Hoseok gazed at your ethereal form which was back where it always was, hovering in the darkness of space a fair distance away from him, too far to speak to one another, but close enough that you could easily be admired.

You blinked away residual tears and stared back at your beloved, an idea popping into your head, something you couldn't believe you hadn't thought of before.

With a few fluid movements of your hands, you conjured up moon dust, blowing it out into the atmosphere, watching as it formed letters.

I will always wait for you.

Hoseok felt his heart swell at the sentiment, an overwhelming sense of gratitude welling up within him, the silvery words like a balm to his aching heart. He mouthed back silently, "Thank you. I love you."

You nodded, placing your hand over your chest in understanding.

Your time together was short and bittersweet. Though couldn't speak to one another, the heartfelt gestures and moon dust messages would be enough to make the wait a little easier until you could be reunited once more. And who knows, perhaps Hoseok could use his own abilities of the burning sunlight to communicate back.

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Meanie - KSJ (18+)

Pairing: Mean Boss! Seokjin X Fem employee! Reader

Theme: PWP, smut

Wordcount: 900+

Summary: Kim Seokjin is mean and incredibly hot.

Warnings: Blow job, oral, mean boss, not so appropriate sex, things are fully consented between them. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: here is the mean Jin I wanted to write since the moment these photos dropped <3

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Two rough fingers land on your jaw, tightening around the angle harshly making your eyes tear up even more. 

“That’s all?” he asks, gritting his perfect set of teeth, “that’s all your smart mouth can do? Can’t even deep throat me? You whore!” 

If it was another time - if it was not this situation - as in you on your knees, sucking Kim Seokjin off, then he would have to pay for this degradation. 

You would have filed a defamation case for calling you derogatory names and would make sure that he sees the face of prison even if it’s only for a day. 

But the situation you are currently in… is kind of compromising. 

You had come to his cabin, slammed your resignation on his dark wood table, called him a selfish prick who wants nothing more than money and money. You threatened him that you would post about the company’s toxic work atmosphere in Linkedin and would give a one star review in Glassdoor but things turned around very quickly. 

Things accelerated from one argument to another (it’s only you who argued, he only replied calmly yet sharply), and now you are on your knees, mouth stuffed with his rock hard cock that you can’t even put in your mouth properly. 

You are but a woman and Kim Seokjin is way too handsome and tempting to turn down. 

He grabs the back of your neck and pushes your mouth more on his shaft. Your drool rolls down the back of his cock and your chin then drops on your shirt making it look darker than the original color. 

“Take me properly, Y/N!” Seokjin groans. 

It’s not your fault that you can’t take him. You are not inexperienced by any means but he is just so fucking big. 

You reel back to the time when you laughed at your co-worker for spreading the “Kim Seokjin has a giant dick” rumor. You thought he would be just average.

But oh boy! Were you wrong! 

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you try to take him full. The tip nudges at the back of your throat and makes you gag instantly. 

Seokjin thrusts up and things become ten times harder. 

But who are you to complain? Especially because your panties are ruined already and you can only think of how good his cock would feel inside you. If you complain now, it will make you nothing but a hypocrite. 

You start bobbing your head matching the rhythm of your predator’s thrusts. Your free hand comes up to fondle his balls. 

Seokjin moans. And you feel a weird and useless sense of pride. 

Turning your bobs faster, you start sucking on him hard. You can feel him twitching inside the walls of your mouth. 

His breaths soon turn heavy, short-lived and ragged. 

You are not doing much better. 

It’s embarrassing to say but you feel the familiar coil in your abdomen regardless of not being touched. 

You rock your hips seeking for the tiny bit of friction that your own legs can provide you. 

But that catches Seokjin’s eyes. 

“Rutting against nothing huh? Such a desperate slut!” he degrades you more with a lopsided smile playing on his beautiful face. 

You don’t reply - of course he is right. 

He slams his pelvis on your face. Your nose collides with his pubic hair, making the intensity of your arousal wilder. 

Seokjin moans prettily again as his hip shudders and he cums inside your mouth. His hand on the back of your neck goes tiger, “swallow it!” he commands. 

You comply. You try to swallow his disposal without wasting a drop. And while doing so, you cum undone wetting your leggings. 

When he is satisfied with your act, he pulls himself out from your mouth. His cock is glistening with his arousal and your spit. 

The mixture of the same runs down your chin making you look even messier. 

“Get up.” he orders again. You do so without voicing any protest.  

“Oh ho!” his eyes are fixed on the apparent wet spot on your leggings, “you came in your pants? So pathetic of you,Y/N.” 

Now that you are coming down from your high, shame washes over you. 

You were here to resign from the job after he canceled your vacation application but you ended up doing things you never thought you would. 

“I will take my leave” you reply with downcast eyes, turning your heels already to pick up your bag and leave. 

“Did I say you can leave?” he stands up from his over-expensive chair. Walking towards where you are standing, he closes the gap between your bodies. 

“I just resig-”

“I don’t accept it.” he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ears. 

“I am kind of mean, you see. I strive to keep the things that I like to myself and myself only.” he continues and gives you a sickeningly sweet smile. 

“Now come, let me fuck the brat out of you. So that you have more spice to add to that glassdoor review when I piss you off next time.” his finger traces the path of your shirt and lands on your chest. He circles his digit around your clothed nipple. You feel your arousal rushing back to you. 

Now if Kim Seokjin wants to fuck you, who are you to reject? But you are not as docile as he thinks you are. 

“Only if you accept the vacation application, Sir.”

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my one and only - the aftermath.

pairing: kim taehyung x foreign!reader fandom: bts warnings: (I didn’t specify who the girlfriend is, so pick whoever you want) genre: angst ; fluff previous: x

summary: one year later and breaking up with you was still the biggest regret of his life. 

a/n: I was quick, wasn’t I???? ((((: I hope you like these eleven pages of angst and one page of fluff lol. you’re welcome.

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Taehyung turned around in bed, picking up his phone when the alarm just wouldn’t stop ringing. He randomly pressed onto the screen for a couple of seconds until it finally stopped and only then did he slowly open his eyes, blinking against the bright light of his phone.

But maybe he should have kept them closed, as he looked at the date of today with a heavy sigh.

Today marked one year since he had broken up with you.

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my one and only.

pairing: kim taehyung x foreign!reader fandom: bts warnings: no happy ending (on this one) genre: angst

summary: he loved and respected his parents too much to go against their wishes, even if that meant breaking both your and his heart in the process.

a/n: I don’t think I can leave it like this, like.. it’s too sad, right? I feel like I should make a second part.. anyways, I love you too and thank you for the request. (Y/NAT) means your nationality.

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Thirst - J.HS

Dancer J.HS x Reader

Summary: Taking viagra while your roommate is around should not be legal.

Themes: just porn 😎

Word Count: 2.95k, not edited

Inspo: i don’t know uhm vIagRa?????? 😭

Warnings: Degradation (calls u a whore bc everyone is a whore for Jung Hoseok 😩), big dick (do I even have to explain), unprotected seggs, oral (m receiving), roughety fuckety, mature language, viagra ingestion, overstim because duh, Jung Hoseok idk y’all should be warned abt him, and a lil bit of pain kink yk (he yanks ur hair and ur jaw, and ooo pussy slapping lololol).

a/n: idk enjoyy 🥰

You shouldn’t have done this. Nope. You really shouldn’t have.

Your hands were trembling, clutching one of your pillows tightly as you groaned in pain feeling another surge or wetness in between your legs. Knees trembling, feeling feverish as you endured the effect of the drug.

Just what the hell were you thinking? You asked yourself repeatedly. Crotch grinding against one of the pillows, eyes closing as you felt fabric grinding against your undeniably sensitive bud.

Moaning uncontrollably as you pushed yourself against the pillow harder, wetness slowly making its way to the fabric of your shorts as your folds cling on your underwear. Desperate for any friction, just anything to help you stimulate your growing need. Neck arching as you sped up, biting your lips in frustration because everything you tried to do had not been enough.

You need dick.

Fuck.

You cursed under your breath. Trying to shake off the image of your roommate, who was probably sleeping peacefully in the other room.

Stupid viagra. You slammed your fist against the pillow you clutched ever so tightly, it was a stupid thing you and your friend came up with, an experimentation with your bodies, you were the stupid one trailing along considering that she had her boyfriend to at least help her whereas here you were, alone, shaking in fervour as you tried to deal with the side effects of the drug all by yourself.

Your breathing was heavy, stomach moving quickly trying to keep up with your lungs as you could no longer take it. Fingertips moving the hem of your tank top as you caressed your breasts, nipples all perked up, while your hips began grinding against nothing.

The air conditioning was doing nothing against the heat that burnt you from within. Tiny droplets of sweat trickled down your skin as you desperately hoped for release.

Your hole was pulsating at this point. The flush walls desperately closing and constricting against nothing. Wetness continued to pour from your cunt, pooling in between your thighs as your thoughts were clouded by Hoseok.

The way his hips move, all imprinted into your tiny little head. His tongue darting out of those pretty lips as he danced along the beat, moving his body smoothly. God, fuck!

Jung Hoseok is the epitome of sin. He’s the embodiment. Your head was creating a series of sensual events, all involving the insatiable thirst that you have for him and him alone.

His pelvic area was truly unforgivable.

Just thinking about his taut arms, the way they moved against the rhythm, hooded lids as he concentrated on the beat.

It was safe to say you were a whore for Jung Hoseok.

A stray shaky hand slowly reached down to pull your undergarments and shorts down, whilst the other one circled around one of your perked up nipples. Holding one of your breasts in its’ entirety as you swallowed thickly, biting your bottom lip as the cold air blew against your warm sex.

Your toes curled, fingers tracing downwards as you felt your belly button, clothing barely making it past your knees as you grounded yourself against the comforters. Breath coming into a halt as you felt how wet you were, folds spread open, covered in your own juices. Gushing from your tiny little hole down the crevice of your ass.

Feeling cold against its’ warmth, you gasped upon touching your clit. The slow burn you once liked whilst masturbating had been long gone as one slender finger found its’ way inside your wet cavern.

Gasping at the sensation, you groaned. Pace quickly moving faster, mind playing with obscure images of you and Hoseok, slowly tearing up due to the obvious lack of his presence as you inched your way towards your climax.

You groaned in the ineradicable longing for him. Knowing the paper thin walls that separated the two of you, you moaned louder, hoping that somehow you’d be able to disrupt his ears and call him, to lure him into fucking you.

Oh to be fucked by Jung Hoseok.

“Shit, Hoseok!” You gasped feeling the first sense of release, it was barely a release. Knees trembling as your fingertips danced along your scorching skin.

Hoseok. Hoseok. Hoseok.

Your mind played its’ tune as for the second time tonight, you were masturbating to his image. Masturbating to his filthy pelvic thrusts. All the while a second finger was slowly entering your warmth, you groaned at the stretch, feeling delightful as the tight ring of muscle quivered.

The fabric of your bed sticking distastefully against your skin, sweat coating your body despite the cold breeze of the air conditioning.

And yet another displeasing orgasm. Short, and lonesome.

Toes clenching, body trembling at the unshakeable heat emanating from every cell. Burning you from your insides, as your head continues to punish you with sinful thoughts of him.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Clammy hands, still wet from their previous ventures, reached for your phone. Panting while the call connected, you were left speechless as you heard his cute little “hello~” on the other line.

Was he completely oblivious? These walls are proving to be far thicker than they are. Regardless, you remained adamant, “Hoseok, h-help me.” Your voice was small, thighs closing in on one of the pillows you could reach as you desperately sought after another release, or any contact at least with your pulsating clit.

“Please.” You were in a rush, embarrassment flooding in your brain as you dismissed the call. Humping the pillow as you chanted his name like a mantra, trying to summon him in his entirety.

One.

Two.

Three short knocks erupted from the wooden door. “Come in!” You didn’t even think twice. Mind all muddled up at this point, unbothered as you exposed your entire body.

His petite frame came into view as his eyes widen, cheeks turning flush, biting his lip as he tried to stop whatever word it was.

He was quick to turn around, hands closing in on his hips. Your soft moans echoed inside the room, the constant friction between the fabric of your pillowcase and your cunt could also be heard from his current position. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He cursed under his breath, you couldn’t see his expression, unaware of how he felt regarding the situation.

Just seeing his frame made your insides ignite, you moved against the pillow faster, harder. “Please, I’ve made a mistake.” You meek. “Yeah, I could tell!” His loud voice boomed, you whimpered upon hearing him. “Help me, Hoseok. I can’t do it by myself,” you sobbed, tears falling freely, unable to find your own release.

He held his breath, biting his lip, dick turning hard against the soft silk fabric. “You make it so hard to live with you,” he muttered, finally meeting your eyes, hooded lids continue to intimidate you.

“What the fuck did you do, little one?” Your thighs jolted upon hearing the new nickname, toes curling, back arched as you were met with his imposing figure.

You pulled the pillow closer to yourself, trying to get more use out of it. Your breasts were left exposed, his eyes danced around your entire figure, seeing how broken you looked for him. Desperate and frail, that was how you appeared to him.

“How did you end up in this situation? All fragile and… horny.” He kept distance between the two of you. Regardless of what he was saying his voice alone was enough to stimulate your insides, moaning loudly continuing in a faster pace. “Are you getting yourself off?”

“Jesus, fuck, yes Hobi. I am. Are you helping me or not?” It came out far more aggressive than what you had anticipated it to be, for someone who asked for help you were a little bitchy. “Who’s going to help you besides me?” There was a lilt in his voice, your previous statement making an impact in his aura.

You paused, unsure of what answer he wanted to hear from you. “Hmm?” He stepped closer, prying your legs open, throwing the pillow away. You were left completely exposed to him, head looking away from him from the sudden rush of embarrassment.

You were exposed. He saw the way your hole twitched, how your folds glistened, your sweaty skin, hard nipples, the way your neck constricted, how your throat moved after feeling him get closer to you, the way your hands cupped your breasts. He saw you entirely.

“I asked you a question, least I expected is an answer from the little bitch who disrupted my sleep.” His warm breathe fanned over your face. Feeling his body so close to you, you couldn’t help but grind against one of his thighs, conveniently located in the juncture between both of your legs.

You moaned at the contact.

“You’re gonna call Jimin? Jungkook? Hm? Ask them to fuck you?” You shook your head a no, body pulling away from yours as he gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. Grasping you harder, forcing your lips into a pout. “What would they think when you moan my name, while their dick’s pounding you, hm?”

Pushing you away from him, jaw quickly turning red with his harsh grip. He pried your legs open, cupping your entire womanhood as two of his slender fingers found its’ way inside you. “Come on, little one, where’d your voice go? Just a minute ago you were busy moaning my fucking name.”

Forcing a third finger in, he pounded you harshly, directing your body towards his direction with just the hand he’s fucking you with. Palm hitting the supple flesh of your clit as lewd sounds erupted from your pussy.

His other hand working through the fabric of your tank top, completely ridding you of your clothing. You couldn’t help but moan his name out loud, hips grinding down towards his palm as he thrusted his fingers harder.

You were holding his wrist in an attempt to get away from him, feeling pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, trying to get a grip of yourself as you slowly slipped away from reality. “Fuck, too much!” Despite your earlier orgasms, this one felt a lot more intense.

The rough and calloused pad of his fingertips brushed past the sensitive and spongy area within, your legs began to buckle and shake, trying to close them but his arms pushed them down. “You’re not getting away, little one.” He chuckled darkly, dark hair covering his eyes as he pounded into you faster. “You wanted help, right?” You nodded, hands still holding onto his arm, forcefully closing your legs, tears beginning to brew inside your eyes as you came.

But Hoseok’s thirst was insatiable, despite feeling you tighten and orgasm around his fingers, he continued his rough pace. Aiming for the spot that made you see stars, vision clouded as you began to tear up, moaning his name repeatedly and a hurried amount of syllables that made no sense.

You were losing your fucking mind to Jung Hoseok and you were here for it.

“F-fuckk,” clammy hands desperately clutching onto his arm, voice reverberating. An unfamiliar, sickening twist boiled within your stomach as he pounded you quicker. He was groaning, seeing the way your tight hole enveloped his fingers, secretly hoping it was his dick that your tight cavern hugged.

“You gonna come for me again, hm, little one?”

“Y-yes,” like a porn star in an adult film, that was how you sounded. Moaning his name like a mantra as you held for your dear life, releasing the tight coil that developed in the pit of your stomach.

Eyes closed, back arched, body convulsing as you let a stream of wetness. Pulling away, Hoseok was quick to move, creating friction between his wet fingers and your swollen bundle of nerves, prolonging the gush of wetness.

It was only when you felt how damp the bed was when you had realised you had squirted. What. The. Fuck?

“Oh, we’re not done yet baby.” Pulling your head harshly, creating a makeshift ponytail, as he pulled his pants down.

His dick was long, hard and jutting. The fabric of his boxers creating a prison that confined his large prowess.

He was invigorated at this point.

You weren’t able to catch your breath, chest rising up and down as he pushed you below him. Forcing his dick inside your mouth as he bobbed you head up and down, making you swallow at least the tip of it.

You knees were weak, shaking still. The previous orgasm completely taking your breath away as you teared up.

“God, if I could just paint a picture like this.” He chuckled darkly under his breath, a vein popping against the skin of his neck, collarbones showing under the dangerously low v-cut of his shirt.

Traces of your previous orgasm remained visible in his shirt. Fumbling with the hem of it, tugging it out of him, as you tried to keep up with his pace his dick slowly pushing deeper.

He groaned.

His other arm reached behind him tugging the shirt off in one fluid motion. You grew wetter.

Your hips undulated.

The slight gape of your hole twitching, folds remaining open due to the previous intrusion. Both of your hands wrapped around his thick, long length.

You gagged around him, saliva pooling in your mouth, trickling and creating a stretched thin line between his penis and your lips as he pulled you away. Neck showing as he gripped your hair harshly in a makeshift ponytail.

Your lips were swollen, throat dry from the raw fucking he just did.

“So pretty for me, all fucked up. Can you take more for me, hm?” He pulled your face closer to his as he sealed the gap between the two of you. Neck still pulled backwards.

You were sure he could taste himself. It was filthy, full of your own spit, his precum, but you loved every second of it. “Yes. Anything,” you gave yourself entirely to him, wincing at your harsh voice.

Hand still wrapped around his hard dick, tracing the vein that ran along it. Thumb gently massaging the red tip as his hips voluntarily pushed against the palm of your hand.

He let go of your hair, allowing you to lay flat on your back before he pulled your legs around his thin waist. Spitting in his palm loudly before smacking your cunt, pushing all three of his fingers so suddenly, before giving it another firm slap. “Fuck, Hoseok!” You yelled, pushing towards him as the back of his cock glided along your slit.

He gave you little to no time to prepare.

The same hips you saw moving on stage pushed his cock inside you in one quick stroke. The girth splitting you in half as his length pushed against the walls of your cervix.

Certainly there was a burn, of course there was. But the delicious way it filled you up outshines the initial pain of the intrusion.

It was rough, it was messy. He pounded straight into you with little to no warning, kissing your lips, tongues binding together in a messy make out as you closed your eyes.

Your breasts moved along with his thrusts as you pulled him closer to you, pulling out of the kiss to allow yourself to breath.

One hand tracing the curve and the dips of your hips as he pistoned inside you. Pushing his entire length, pulling away until it’s just the tip before slamming harshly.

“God, f-fuck me,” you muttered under you breath, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses as they marked you with purple hues. Decorating you like his little toy, marking you as his, his possession and his obsession.

“I am, baby.” He replied, hips moving nonstop against your flesh. You hugged him closer to you as you felt another knot brewing from within you. Tears continued to flood your eyes from the never ending pleasure that you felt.

You were unsure if it was the viagra working or the general fact that Hoseok just knew how to fuck like a beast.

Nails clawing his back, drawing harsh lines against them as you sobbed against his shoulder. Your body went numb, calves pulling him closer, deeper into you, muttering gibberish in an uncontrollable manner.

Biting him in an attempt to hush yourself as another orgasm came washing over you.

Hands balling into fists, curling them up, clutching his body tightly as another sob emanated from your mouth. You shook your head repeatedly, his thrusts never coming into a halt as he whispered against your ear.

“I’m close baby, just one more for me, one more,” he licked your lobe, sending shivers up and down your spine.

The thin skin wrapping around his rod burning due to friction, it was painful but you held on for him. As if the previous orgasm had never stopped, you came around him once again, his hips stuttering as he finally filled you up.

Pulling out of you, as your essence mixed together, gushing out of your abused hole.

“Oh the things you do to me, y/n…” he whispered in your ear, you were in a daze. Too high to answer whatever he was saying. “What did you do to get this fucked up?” His voice was soft, genuinely curious. “Viagra… viagra…” your eyes were closing, the ceiling becoming an array of colours.

“What else did I expect from you…” Hoseok chuckled as he stood up, wearing his clothes as he showered. Afterwards cleaning you up and taking your limp body with him towards his room, where the two of you slept peacefully.

a/n: hopefully u enjoyeddd! feedbacks are all welcome. Tysm for reading! 🥰

Hoping to release a few more fics hopefully I don’t become a lazy mofo 😩🙌

[dear-mono]

I LOVE THIS

Sticky (J.H.S)

Preview: You gulped, swallowing down all the thoughts that flooded your brain. You wanted to pounce on him, something animalistic was growing inside of you. 

contains- teasing, slight degradation, small amount of ass slapping/spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, dom!hoseok, dirty talk, begging, established relationship 18+ MDI!

word count - 2.8k/unedited

You held your breath as you typed in the code to the studio. Hoseok had left early in the morning, while the sun was still working its way into the sky and the morning dew was still hugging the grass. He didn’t leave before giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and a gentle tuck of the blankets though. He loved the way you curled up closer to his side, stealing any of the left over body heat. 

You wanted to surprise him with a late night snack,you had a little craving for ice cream and wanted to share the sweet treat with him.You had picked up some ice cream on your way over and snuck into the Hybe building. The door unlocked with a click and you silently pushed the door open, hoping you wouldn't give up the surprise too soon. 

Only, the room is empty when you open the door all the way. Hobi’s computer is powered off, the chair is neatly pushed in, everything is perfectly in its place and shut down. Did he leave while you were on your way over? No, you would have crossed paths at some point, right? Maybe he had stepped out for a minute and would be back. You took a deep breath before your brain started to feed you extreme thoughts. Kidnapping, him cheating, all of it rushed in at once before you shut the door and made your way down the hall. There was one more place he could be. 

As you approached the practice room, you could hear the loud and heavy beats of music. You weren’t sure how he hadn’t damaged his hearing yet with how loud the music was, but you creeped in, trying not to be spotted and sat on the couch in the corner of the practice room and admired your boyfriend. 

He was staring himself down in the mirror, examining every small step he made. Each one was done with practiced confidence, perfect execution. You would never not be amazed at how his body went from moving in a wave, like he had absolutely no bones, to these extreme sharp movements in an instant. 

Soon enough, Hoseok stopped dancing and instead crouched down to check his phone. It wasn’t until he looked into the mirror that he spotted you. His face instantly lit up, a large smile growing as he stood back up. “Baby!” He squealed out as he rushed towards you. “When did you get here?” 

You giggled as he cupped your face and planted tiny kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. He caught you in a warm kiss, soft and innocent. You smiled against his lips before he pulled away. 

“I brought ice cream.” You smiled as he made a surprised expression, mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape. 

Hoseok smiled and pulled you into a hug. He was sweaty, his shirt damp from the hours he spent dancing. He gave you a tight squeeze, rocking from side to side. “Thank you.” He planted yet another kiss on the top of your head before releasing you to dig into the ice cream. 

The two of you enjoyed the ice cream, both giggling as you stole bites of the other's flavor. Conversation flowed naturally as Hoseok talked about his day, all the hard work he had put into his set, and how he was so excited for you to see how it turned out. He listened as you rambled on about your day as well, nodding along with the conversation as you talked about annoying co-workers and wanting to stay in bed all day. 

“I’m going to run through one more time and then I’ll head home with you,” Hoseok moved to clean up the empty ice cream cups. “Does that sound okay, baby?” 

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. No matter how long you had been together, it still made you feel like the day you started dating. You hummed in confirmation and nodded your head. “I’ll be cheering you on, like always.” 

He smiled and finished cleaning up, before running back over to the mirrors and tapping play on his playlist. You watched him carefully as he ran through, making it about halfway before his actions made your heart race. You watched as the mirror began to fog up, you could see the sweat beading on his face. 

Hoseok reached down and tugged his shirt off, throwing it off to the side as he continued to dance. His soft abs flexed with every movement. The blood rushed to your face and you felt your cheeks growing hot. Sweat glistened on his skin, dripping down and highlighting every section of his abs, all the way down to the thin layer of hair that dipped below his waistband. 

You gulped, swallowing down all the thoughts that flooded your brain. You wanted to pounce on him, something animalistic was growing inside of you. 

Suddenly, the music stopped and Hoseok was stood in front of you. He crouched down next to you and silently captured you in a kiss. It was soft and warm, a stark contrast to the dance you had just watched him perform. It was always warm with Hoseok, something you could melt into in an instant. You did so, easily falling into his touch and the softness of his lips. 

His hands held you gently, a small hum sounding from him as you moved closer to dig your hands into his hair. Your hands made their way to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in the sweaty strands. You gave them a gentle tug, something you knew Hoseok enjoyed. 

He let out a small whimper at the movement and you quickly captured his bottom lip in a light nibble. You whined quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, not yet untangling your fingers from his locks. “Come on, let's go home.” Hoseok said quietly, moving to help pull you up. 

You shook your head, fighting the movement. You wanted, no, needed him now. You weren’t going to wait for however long it took you to walk home. You pulled him down into another kiss, this time growing much hotter. Your hands gripped his hair, tugging at the locks a little harsher this time, and deepened the kiss. Your tongue peaked into his mouth, tasting the remaining sweetness of the ice cream on his tongue. 

Hoseok smirked against your lips as he pulled away. “That impatient?” He questioned in a teasing tone. He shook his head. “Such a needy baby.” He gently tugged you closer, tugging you into his lap after he sat on the ground. You could feel his growing erection against your heat, the thin shorts he had on covered absolutely nothing. You sighed at the feeling, rocking your hips forward in a slow grind as you leaned in for another kiss. 

Hoseok gently cupped your face, taking control of the kiss this time. He kissed you a little too soft, a little too slow, just enough to keep you wanting more. Each time you tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back slightly. He was teasing you, like a bird taunts a cat through the window. He did it for long enough to draw a needy whine out of your throat before he fully kissed you, capturing you in a red hot, messy kiss. 

You moaned at the feeling, your hands reaching up to find purchase on his bare chest. You melted into the kiss, allowing Hoseok to paint your mouth with his tongue. His kisses were intoxicating, your brain buzzing with the feeling and taste of him. The subtle sweetness mixed with his natural taste was enough to soak your underwear. 

“Couldn’t even let me finish my work,” Hoseok snaked his hand between the two of you, fingers dancing over your clothed center. “You were that desperate for my cock, hm?” He teased as he pushed your hair to the side with his other hand. His head dipped down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. “Such a needy little baby.” 

“Hoseok,” You whimpered as he rubbed small circles over your clothed clit. Your hips twitched forward, searching for more friction. “Hobiii,” Your eyebrows furrowed together. 

He hummed against your skin, trailing his tongue from the base of your neck up to your ear. “What is it, baby? What do you want?” He nibbled on the outside of your ear, a shiver snuck its way now your back at the sensation. 

“You, I want you.” 

Hoseok chuckled. “Be specific.” 

Your ears grew hot. You could be specific. Tell him about how you want him to strip you naked and eat your pussy like it was his last meal, wanted him to sink his fingers deep into you and massage the spot that made you see stars. You could tell him how you wanted to ride him, bounce on his cock until you were shaking and out of breath. 

But that isn’t what came out of your mouth. “I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me until I can’t walk.” 

“Come on,” Hoseok withdrew his hand and bounced his leg to get you to stand. You stood up and followed Hoseok. He led you to the front of the room, straight in front of the large mirror that sprawled across most of the wall. He quickly grabbed his discarded shirt and folded it, placing it in front of the mirror. “On your hands and knees.” 

You froze for a second before a smack on your ass made you jump. “I said, on your hands and knees, or do I need to force you?” Hoseok questioned. You quickly dropped to your knees, falling onto the shirt. You watched as Hoseok pulled his shorts and boxers off at once, kicking them across the floor. Saliva built up in your mouth as you stared at his cock, tip pretty pink and shiny with precum. 

It wasn’t long before Hoseok dropped to his knees as well and pulled your pants down, the waistband settling in the crevices of your knees. “I want you to watch.” He gently tugged on your hair to make you pick up your head. You locked eyes in the mirror, your stomach fluttering with nerves as you watched him. Your arms shook as he placed a hand on your ass and used the other one to drag his cock up and down your pussy. You watched as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, admiring you. “Hobi, please,” You whimpered as you pushed back slightly, trying to get him to do something. 

His hand pulled away before coming down again, a sharp smack sounding through the room. You winced as he rubbed his hand over the area, soothing the hot skin. “So needy,” He muttered under his breath as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before plunging in. 

A moan ripped its way through your body as he settled into place. Your arms shook before crumpling under you, your cheek making contact with the cold floor. Hoseok gave you a few thrusts, hips moving with practiced ease, hitting every spot that made your eyes roll back. You whimpered with every movement.

Hoseok's grip tightened on your hip, pulling you back with each movement to meet him. His other hand trailed up your back, fingertips tickling the skin and making you wiggle with every touch. His hand landed under your shirt, skin hot and burning your back the longer it sat there. He stayed for a few moments before his hand retreated from under your shirt and moved over the fabric, finding its way up the back of your neck and into your hair. His fingers tangled into the locks, twisting them over his hand and tugging hard. A whimper flew out of your mouth as he tugged again, this time enough to get you to push back up to your hands and stay there.

“Good girl,” He growled out a small praise. “Look in the mirror, watch yourself.” 

You were a mess. You caught a fuzzy glimpse of yourself in the mirror, the glass was fogging back up, moisture beading and dripping. Your lips were bitten red and glossy, the color matched the deep blush of your cheeks. Drool glistened and stained your chin, sweat dripped down your neck and painted the hickeys Hoseok had so graciously left on your neck. Your eyes were glassy and pupils blown, eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. 

Your eyes flickered to Hoseok, who was intensely watching your every move. An animalistic glint glossed over his eyes and a smirk painted his face as he delivered a particularly deep thrust. You tightened around him, watching as his jaw clenched and a groan pushed its way out of his body. 

Every roll of his hips brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. The drag of his cock over your walls made your thighs shake. You pressed back in desperation, trying to get him impossibly closer, deeper. Tears welled up in your eyes as you gasped, chasing the high that was just out of reach. 

“Poor baby, do you want to cum?” Hoseok wiggled his hips before stopping his movements, cock nestled deep in your pussy. “Pretty girl, are you close?” He released your hair, gently combing through the sweaty strands. 

You whimpered and nodded. “Please, wanna cum.” You pushed back against him. The heat was dissipating with every second. “Please, Hoseok, I can’t.” You let out a broken moan. 

“I wanna watch you do it, fuck yourself on my cock, baby.” He planted another smack on your ass. 

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you tried to find a messy rhythm. You rocked yourself back on Hoseok’s cock, moving your hips in an attempt to hit the same spots he was. A frustrated whine left your lips as you desperately tried to chase your high back, the heat slowly building up once more in your abdomen. 

You continued until you were out of breath and collapsed forward with a pathetic moan. “Too tired, baby?” Hoseok reached forward to gently stroke your hair. You gave a small nod. His features softened before his grip on your hips tightened. “You were so close, huh?” He rolled his hips forward once more. He clicked his tongue and let out a breath. “Do you want me to make you cum?” 

You had never agreed to anything faster. Hoseok immediately picked up where he had left off, moving his hips in ways you could only dream of and hitting spots that made you see stars. His hands danced from your hips, snaking around until his fingers found your clit. 

“Fuck, fuck,” A guttural moan ripped through your body. The heat in your abdomen grew as Hoseok rubbed the bundle of nerves. “I-i’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.” 

“Cum for me, baby.” Hoseok grunted. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass grew louder. “Cum on my cock, I know you want to.”

“S-shit.” Your whole body shook as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around Hoseok's cock. Your vision went white and your ears began ringing as you let out a loud, pornographic moan. 

You heard Hoseok let out a string of curse words, his hips stuttering forward in a messy rhythm. “Gonna fucking,” He let out a strangled moan, “Fill you up so good.” You gasped as he released, hot cum painting your insides. That alone was almost enough to push you into another orgasm, almost. 

Hoseok stayed where he was for a few moments and drew small circles over the exposed skin on your lower back. “You ready?” He questioned softly. He waited for a hum of confirmation before slowly pulling out of you. The cum dripped down your thigh as you collapsed to the ground, groaning at the soreness in your muscles. You were thankful of the shirt Hoseok had placed below you, it had both saved your knees from more pain and was going to make for easier clean up. 

Hoseok hushed you as he wiped you clean with the discarded shirt before wiggling your pants back up over your hips. He gave your ass a soft pat before moving to get redressed himself, digging through his bag to find a fresh t-shirt.

He wasn’t about to let you sleep on the floor, instead coaxing you up with promises of a nice bath and a head massage at home. He giggled and cooed over your tired expression as you stood up, dodging a playful slap from you at the teasing. Hoseok admired your features for a few moments longer before you two set off back home. He couldn’t believe you were his, his pretty baby.  

[dear-mono]

as an army who also loves henry cavill, THANK YOU I LOVE YOU. I WILL BE SLEEPING SOUNDLY TONIGHT.

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS

“Meet and Greet”

An Henry Cavill x Reader x Jungkook fanfic, don't like, don't read please! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS WORK OF FICTION CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES.

A/N: okay this is credited to my friend who gave me the brainworm of Henry Cavill and Jungkook together as Calvin Klein models and my brain overloaded so here we go a smutshot of Dom Henry, Sub Reader and Sub Jungkook. This is like my first ever legitimate work I'm posting anywhere so take this with a grain of salt.

Word count: 2209

Warnings: MLM, Blow job, fingering (M, W receiving), Facial cumshot, Eiffel towering, squirting, riding, pussy eating, I think that's it.

Jungkook's eyes rolled back in his head as the assault of his prostate continues, each thrust, dragged the cock deeper and deeper in his walls. Opening his tear soaked lashes, his eyes fell on his girlfriend, sitting on The Superman actor's face, Henry William Daligesh Cavill's face, moaning wantonly

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The fan meet was in full swing, the fact Jungkook was even able to attend this justice league meet and greet was a big deal. He was always so busy, the tours, shows, practices and new recordings. Your boyfriend barely had time to breathe. Your personal love life was getting bland too. This was such a awesome day for you both. Meeting childhood Superheroes in reality.In particular, Henry Cavill. That man was your first crush, first celebrity love and everything and who hadn't had a crush on that man? Even your boyfriend wasn't immune to him. He was vibrating out of skin from the sheer excitement.

“Jungkook? You alright,love?” you whispered to him.

“I don't think I'm straight anymore, look at his arms-” he got cut off by your choked laughter.

“You both are the ideal threesome, you know?” your eyes shone with mischievous motives and his face flushed.

As the one on one meet and greet started, you both stood up in your line so that Jungkook was right behind you. Each actor was actually so sweet, Jason Momoa, had teasingly even called you a goddess because of your beauty and complimented you on your pretty dress. Jungkook was even flirted with, he was so red as Gal Gadot not only called him a walking biohazard but also checked him out from head to toe.

The final man as you moved on from Ben Affleck was Henry, he had looked over to you as you moved to sit infront of him, he looked downright delicious in the rolled up sleeves of denim shirt and jeans. If there's a man under the sky who can pull off denim on denim, it'd be hundred percent him.

“Hello, Mr. Cavill. I'm ____” He clasped your hand in his, his hand dwarfed yours.

“Just Henry for a pretty one like you.” your face flushed.

“Thank you, you're very good looking too,Henry” His smile was charming, and his eyes held an undercurrent of something dark.

“Say _____, I was wondering, after this meet and greet, I was gonna head out for a drink. Maybe you'd like to join me.” His pupils had turned a little more blown out. Your face was doing an impressive job of cosplaying a tomato.

“Um, I have- uh- actually- I have a boyfriend. The one behind me talking to Ben Affleck." His smile faltered a little.

“Ah. Shame. You're too pretty for your own good. Let him treat you nicely. What does he do?”

“He's a musician, a Korean celebrity. He's from BTS.” Henry's eyes widened a little, and his eyebrows almost disappeared in his hairline.

“Oh? Wow, that's amazing. I've always wanted to meet that band, I like their songs, you're telling he's up next? Which one is he? The leader? RM?” your heart fluttered little at how nice he was.

“The youngest, Jungkook. I've been dating him for about 2 years now” His beaming smile widened.

“A very beautiful, hot and sexy couple you'd make. I gotta confess something come closer-” you move closer and his breath tickled your ear, sending goosebumps all over your neck and arms. “-I always had a little crush on him from when I discovered their music back in 2020” Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

“You're into?” His lips tugged up slightly and he nodded. “Proudly Bi, just haven't came out to the public yet.” You smacked a hand on your mouth.

“Quick question, you can say no if you want-” His left eyebrow lifted up. “-would you like to, you know, like, um- uh- deep breaths _____ come on. Would you like to come back with me and Jungkook both? To our hotel?-” You held your breath as he looked at you with his blown out blue eyes and then looked over to your boyfriend engaged in a very animated conversation with the Batman actor, he checked out Jungkook with so much heat in his eyes that you shivered in your seat, squirming slightly.

“I'll take you up on that offer, _____ can I get your number? I'll call you after I'm done here.” His eyes promised deep satisfaction as you scribbled down your number on his arm discreetly, and moved on and down the stage, watching Jungkook take the seat all while squirming and blushing. Today is going to be fucking amazing.

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“_____! HE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME- I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE-” Jungkook whines pushing his face into your shoulder. You wondered if telling him that the man he's currently dying over is coming over later to fuck you both 7 ways into the next Sunday would be too much.

Putting the key in your room to access the power, you turned on the light. “Baby, you should go shower, someone's coming over afterwards.” Jungkook's confused face looked at you, waiting for further explanation.

“It's quite literally your ideal man. Henry Cavill, himself is coming over. Don't you wanna fuck Superman? Hmm?” You words made Jungkook shiver, blood rushing down between his legs and they wobbled as his body slumped down on to a chair in the middle of the living room of the suite.

“You- The Henry Cavill? Um? Like the man, the entire World is gay for and women would die for? He IS COMING?????? _____! Oh my god-” He looked overwhelmed but the slight chub in his pants told you just how much excited he is at the prospect of having you and The Superman for the night.

“Go shower, I'll shower too. Shoo now, Jagiya.” He scrambled out on wobbly legs and into a bathroom just as you step inside another one.

You had given Henry your suite number and hotel name before leaving and gotten a little startled, as you saw him in your living space as you entered wearing a bathrobe. Jungkook stumbles in after you and gasped at the sight of Henry lounging on the sofa with a few top buttons of his denim shirt undone giving a peek at his chest hair and cut collar bones. His smirk made you realise that he understood exactly where both you and your boyfriend were looking at.

“So who's the Dom and Sub between the both of you?” His dark smouldering eyes paired with the smile promising nothing but lust made your head foggy. Jungkook wasn't faring much better because at Henry's words Jungkook whimpered unconsciously.

“Both.” His eyebrow lifted up.

“We're Versatile. Both of us.” Jungkook mumbled through his embarassment.

“Isn't that just bloody lovely.” He stood up and walked over to both of you instantly reminding you of your nakedness and how dressed he was. Jungkook was literally in a tiny hotel towel.

“Let's lay down some ground rules, alright? The stop light system. Red for stop, Yellow for slow or a minute and Green for go, clear?” Both of us nodded, Jungkook was swaying on his feet a little with his enthusiasm.

“If your mouth is occupied, 3 taps for green, 2 for yellow, and 1 for red. Alright?” your face flushed at the implications. Both of your heads bopped down in a nod.

“What about condoms? I'm clean, got my tests done a week ago, haven't been with anyone.” He looked calm and collected unlike you two, increasingly becoming more and more red with each word from him.

“No please, wanna feel you both.” You whisper as Jungkook eagerly gave his consent. Henry's smiled almost turned predatory and he laughed. A deep rich and smooth baritone floated into the air.

“Great, Come here _____.” Henry pulled you onto his lap and his mouth crushed yours in a bruising kiss. He kissed like he looked, full of dominance, power and somehow sheer elegance. Leaving your swollen lips he pulled Jungkook down by his towel on his other thigh, the one unoccupied by your frame. Weaving his free hand into Jungkook's hair, he captured Jungkook in a feral kiss as well and you could clearly see the outline of Jungkook's excitement underneath his towel as his mouth gets utterly ruined but Henry's tongue. When Jungkook was spared from Henry's assault on his lips, he looked like a wreck, his dick continuously twitching underneath his towel and his breathing coming out in pants.

“Bedroom?” His voice made Jungkook whine and you moaned. A chorus of Yes please! rang out as both of you rushed to the master bedroom in the suite as Henry leisurely followed the two of you, unbuckling his belt as he walked. Your mouth went dry as he popped open the button and unzipped his jeans. The bulge in his underwear made your mouth water, you heard Jungkook's breath catch in his throat.

“Who wants to suck me off and who wants to sit on my face?” his deep voice punched out an involuntary whimper out of you both. “I want- I want to suck you- please, sir?” God Jungkook looked so pathetic staring at Henry with his big doe eyes, begging to have his mouth stuffed to the brim. “Fuck bunny, you look like a bunny, can I call you that?” his voice was raspy and thick with desire. “Yes, yes sir. I'll be your bunny” you stared in awe as Jungkook fell down at his knees near the bed and Henry walked over sitting down on the edge of the bed while accomodating Jungkook between his legs. ……………………………………………….........................

And that's how you both ended up here, with Jungkook split open on Henry's dick as you ride his nose and tongue, crying for mercy.

“Agh-sIR! Too much! TOO MUCH! PLEASE- can't fuck- it hurts- no-no more! Plea-AH-” your voice broke mid sentence as two of his thick digits bullied their way into your swollen folds joining his tongue's merciless assault on you puffy clit. His chin and throat was drenched in your essence due to the sheer amount of orgasms you already had experienced on his perfect face.

Jungkook wasn't faring any better, each brutal thrust punching out an almost feral moan out of the idol's throat. “Hen-SIR! Yes- yes right there! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me- please please PLEASE! Use me! I can't I'm gonna cum, you're- mhm-ah-AGH- my prostate- NGH-!!!!” He squeals as his body was forced into another orgasm, ropes of cum shooting out of his red, sensitive tip onto Henry's happy trail and abs. Henry groans into your swollen dripping pussy as Jungkook clamps down on to his dick like vice, whimpering because of overstimulation.

“I'm gonna squirt, HENRY- Jungkook! Sir- oh- ah! Fucking GOD, OH- my pussy is gonna break, I can't! I'm gonna- nah- ah- fuck fuck fuck-” your pussy contracts one last before the dam in your lower belly breaks and jets of clear liquid gushes out of cunt in spurts, soaking Henry's entire lower face and chest.

Both you and Jungkook collapse against each other over Henry body as he gently maneuvers both of you off of him. As you open your bleary eyes, they fell on his painful erection, Henry hadn't cum yet.

You nudged Jungkook and the both of you pushed him down, each straddling a thigh. Henry let of a small gasp as you got to work. Leaning down and taking his leaking tip into your mouth, a moan was ripped from Henry's mouth. Jungkook shuffled around for sometime and produced the open bottle of lube that was used earlier to prep him into taking Henry's thick cock. He drizzled some onto his fingers before his tongue joined you in smothering Henry's dick.

“Oh-oh fuck bunny. Princess, your throat feels divine-” He pushed one of his arms to cover his face as the other threaded itself into your hair. There was another loud moan from Henry as Jungkook pushed his finger into his tight heat. The warmth on his cock and balls from two very eager mouths as well the pressure on his prostate from the prying fingers made Henry's head spin. His volume was rising, moans and groans falling from his lips as his hips moved on their own, chasing the heat while simultaneously pushing his ass towards the fingers abusing his sweet spot.

“Shit shit shit, fuck- off off- I'm gonna cum, darlings- pull off pull off- Jesus Christ- FUCK-” Thick ropes of cum shot out his twitching dick as his thighs shake and hips continue to thrust minutely. The cum streaks painted both your and your boyfriend's face and all three of your hearts continue to race.

“Wow, Kryptonian stamina wasn't a joke, holy shit-” Henry busted out laughing at Jungkook's joke.

“Now think about Yoongi hyung, who wrote gay fanfics in highschool, finding about his maknae, getting plowed to oblivion by the Superman himself-” you stopped at the grimace on Jungkook's face as Henry started wheezing.

After a while, Henry had cleaned all three of you with a wet towel before tucking you two into the bed and then getting in himself, succumbing to the post orgasmic blissful sleep.

[dear-mono]

THE WAY THIS IS WRITTEN??? ITS BEAUTIFUL AND POETIC.

The Unseen Observer

One shot: F!Reader x Professor! Hwang In-Ho

Main Masterlist

Squid Game Masterlist

Warnings: Age gap, Forbidden relationship, student librarian x teacher relationship, light smut, teasing, sexual innuendo, office sex, manipulation, innocence, not proof read

Word Count: 2741

Author’s Note: Originally a fiction story for my Contemporary professor because he reminds me of byung hun’s character from the picture above.

Y/n stepped into the hushed sanctum of the college library, a realm that had always whispered promises of knowledge and escape. The grand wooden shelves stretched out like welcoming arms, beckoning her deeper into their labyrinthine embrace. She was no stranger to books, but this particular sanctuary felt different, alive with secrets waiting to be uncovered. Today marked her first day as the new librarian, and she couldn't suppress the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins.

The morning passed in a blur of introductions and orientations, her fingers tracing the spine of books that held galaxies of wonder. She was shown the ropes by Martha, the elderly librarian whose eyes sparkled with wisdom and stories untold. Y/n listened intently, soaking in every detail, her symphony of nerves and anticipation beginning to crescendo.

As the day wore on, Y/n found herself in the spacious reference section, the allure of old treasures too strong to resist. She was lost in the murmurs of decaying paper and faded print when she heard it - a laugh, deep and resonant, echoing from the adjacent lecture hall. Intrigued, she stepped out into the corridor, her gaze drawn towards the source.

Through the window, she saw him. In-Ho, she'd been told, was his name, the new history professor with an engaging smile that could ignite a thousand ships. He was pacing, hands gesturing wildly, his voice weaving words into magic as he spoke about the Reformation. His eyes, intense and vibrant, held the students captive, drawing them into his narrative. Y/n found herself captivated too, her heart pounding in rhythm with his crescendoing oration. When he caught her staring, she quickly ducked back into the safety of the library, cheeks aflame.

The rest of the day was a flutter of heated glances and chance encounters. Y/n found herself reaching for her necklace, a small silver locket that housed a picture of her late mother, a ritual she employed when nerves ran high. Each time she crossed paths with In-Ho, she felt a spark, a silent conversation passing between them, igniting an invisible flame that danced on her skin.

As the sun began its descent, casting warm hues through the stained-glass windows, Y/n found herself alone in the library once more. She was rearranging a stack of books when she noticed something peculiar - a section of the history aisle seemed out of place, the books not quite aligned. Curiosity piqued, she stepped closer, running her fingers along the spines. Her touch paused at 'The History of the French Revolution,' a thick tome that felt oddly hot to touch.

As she pulled out the book, a small, folded note fluttered to the floor. Picking it up, she noticed it was addressed to 'In-Ho.' With a growing sense of trepidation, she opened it, her eyes scanning the intimate words written within. It was a love letter, passionate and raw, detailing stolen moments and whispered promises. Intrigued, she turned it over, her eyes widening at the signature - 'Ellise.' A quick internet search revealed Ellise to be one of In-Ho's students, a pretty girl with doe eyes and a flirtatious smile.

Y/n felt a pang of something - jealousy, perhaps, or maybe it was just the realization that In-Ho, this man who'd set her heart aflutter, wasn't as unattached as she'd hoped. She placed the book and the note back, stepping away as if burned. Just then, she heard footsteps, and In-Ho appeared around the corner, looking every bit as surprised as she felt.

"Y/n," he started, his voice a low rumble, "You're still here."

"Could say the same for you, Professor," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

He smiled, a slow, guarded smile, and she felt that spark again, lingering, fiery. "In-Ho," he corrected, stepping closer, "Please, call me In-Ho."

She nodded, her gaze flicking to the bookshelf, to the letter hidden within. "I was just... arranging the books," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze followed hers, lingering on the shelf before returning to her. "You're thorough," he commented, his voice laced with an unspoken challenge.

Y/n felt a blush creeping up her neck, her mind buzzing with questions. She wanted to ask about Ellise, about the heated words in the letter, but she couldn't find the courage. Instead, she simply nodded, stepping away from the shelves, from the temptation they presented.

As she passed him, their arms brushed, and she felt a jolt, a zing of electricity that left her breathless. She could see the same reflection in his eyes, a sizzling heat that spoke of unspoken desires and late-night whispers. With a final glance, she walked away, leaving him and the library's secrets behind, her heart pounding a rhythm of anticipation and dread. Little did she know, this was just the beginning, the first page of a story that was yet to unfold.

Y/n tossed and turned in her bed, the echoes of In-Ho's voice and the hint of illicit words from Ellise's letter refusing to leave her mind. The dance of his fingers against the spines of books, the way his gaze had held hers, it all felt like a secret language, a seductive whisper from behind the dusty tomes. She woke with the sun, her body thrumming with an anticipation she couldn't suppress.

The library was her sanctuary, but today it felt more like a battleground, each aisle a potential encounter, each book a silent witness to her racing heart. She lost herself in the comforting rhythm of organizing returned books, her fingers tracing their worn covers, until a familiar, resonant voice broke her concentration.

"Y/n," In-Ho's voice echoed through the shelves, smooth and inviting, like velvet draped over a blade. She turned to find him leaning against a bookshelf, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Planning to stay hidden amongst the books all day?"

She flushed, the implication clear. "I'm working, In-Ho," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. "Unlike some people who seem to have too much time on their hands."

He pushed off from the shelf, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, Y/n, always so serious. Allez, let's have some fun. Tell me," he paused, his gaze flicking to the book in her hand, "what's your favorite book? The one you'd bring to a deserted island."

Taken aback, she chuckled, the unexpected question disarming her. "White nights," she admitted, noting the surprise in his eyes. "You?"

"'Les Liaisons Dangereuses.' It's... educative," he said, his tone laced with suggestion, his eyes holding hers captive.

Y/n swallowed hard, the title sending a shiver down her spine. The books were a code, a language of their own, and his choice was as bold as a kiss. She could feel the heat radiating off him, see the pulse at his neck quicken. He was playing a game, and she wasn't sure she wanted to play, yet she found herself drawn in, a moth to a flame.

"You know," he continued, his voice a low murmur, "They say libraries are the most erotic places. All these hidden worlds, waiting to be discovered." His gaze drifted to her lips, then back to her eyes, the silent promise clear.

Y/n felt her breath hitch, her heart pounding. The library, their little game of words and inferences, it was intoxicating. She wanted to challenge him, to match his boldness, yet she found herself at a loss for words, her mind blank except for the relentless hammering of her pulse.

In-Ho took her silence as an invitation, stepping even closer, his hand brushing hers as he reached for a book. The touch was electric, a spark that shot straight to her core. She could see the reflection of her desire in his eyes, the pupil dilating, the iris aflame.

"They say knowledge is power," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "But I say, understanding the rules is power. And you, Y/n," he paused, his gaze holding hers, "you're either a master at playing this game or a novice eager to learn."

Before she could respond, he stepped back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Think about it," he said, then turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

Y/n stood rooted, her body humming, her mind racing. In-Ho was dangerous, his flirtations bordering on manipulative. But there was no denying the attraction, the thrill of their silent dance. She was stepping into uncharted waters, but somehow, she knew she was willing to dive in, to explore the depths of their shared passion, one word, one touch, one stolen moment at a time.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of restless anticipation. Y/n found herself constantly stealing glances at the lectures hall, catching glimpses of In-Ho in his element, his voice weaving tales that captivated not just his students, but her as well. Each time their eyes met, she felt a jolt, a silent conversation passing between them, a dance of tension and longing.

As the sun began to set, casting the library in a warm, golden hue, Y/n found herself in the rare books section, her fingers tracing the spines of ancient tomes. She was lost in thought, her mind a whirlwind of In-Ho's words and the echoes of their illicit encounters, when she heard footsteps. Turning around, she found In-Ho standing there, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun.

"Still hidden amongst the books, I see," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Or maybe you're not hiding at all. Maybe you're just waiting."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding. "Waiting for what?"

In-Ho stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "For the right book to find you. Like this one," he murmured, reaching past her to pull out a thick, leather-bound volume.

The sudden proximity made her breath hitch, her body tingling at his closeness. She watched as he opened the book, revealing beautifully illuminated pages. It was a collection of love poems, words that whispered of forbidden desires and stolen moments.

"These are..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing.

"Erotic," In-Ho finished for her, his gaze holding hers. "A perfect reflection of us."

She could feel the heat radiating off him, see the pulse at his neck quicken. The words on the page seemed to dance before her eyes, mirroring the tension between them. Unable to resist, she leaned in, her gaze lingering on his lips.

In-Ho closed the distance, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline. His lips met hers in a soft, hesitant kiss, a question more than a statement. Y/n leaned into it, her eyelids fluttering closed, her body humming with desire. His other hand found her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

The world around them faded away, the ancient words around them a symphony of their shared passion. His lips were firm, commanding, yet his touch was gentle, exploring. She matched his urgency with her own, her hands tangling in his hair, his shirt bunching in her fists. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other.

"You taste like answers," he whispered, his voice ragged. "And questions. So many questions."

She smiled, her heart pounding. "Maybe we should find a place to... discuss them," she suggested, her voice laced with innuendo.

In-Ho chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "My office," he said, stepping back, his gaze holding hers. "Ten minutes. Don't be late."

As she made her way to his office, Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. They were playing with fire, their passion fueled by the forbidden, their desire to their shared love of literature. Yet, she found herself eager to burn, to explore the depths of their shared passion, one word, one kiss, one stolen moment at a time.

When she stepped into his office, he was waiting, his eyes reflecting the dim light, his lips curled in a smirk. He closed the door behind her, the click echoing like a promise.

"Now," he said, stepping closer, his hand reaching for hers, "where were we?"

Y/n sat across from In-Ho in his cozy office, his desk lamp casting a soft glow on the books stacked haphazardly around them. They were both breathless, their earlier encounter in the rare books section still lingering in the air like a tangible promise. In-Ho reached for a glass of wine, his hand slightly trembling, and topped off their glasses. As he handed her the glass, their fingers brushed, and she felt that now familiar spark.

"You know, Y/n," he began, his voice soft, "you're not what I expected."

She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of wine. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Good. Definitely good. You're... refreshing. A breath of fresh air in this stuffy old institution."

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her at his words. "Well, I could say the same about you. A history professor with a penchant for romance novels and illicit liaisons in the library. You're full of surprises, In-Ho."

He smirked, taking a sip of his wine. "You have no idea, Y/n. No idea at all." He paused, setting his glass down, his gaze turning serious. "There's something I want to show you. Something I've never shown anyone here."

Intrigued, Y/n watched as he stood up, walking over to a bookshelf filled with an eclectic mix of books. He pulled out a thick manuscript, bound in plain paper, and placed it on the desk in front of her. It was titled 'Memoirs of a Lost Love.'

"What's this?" she asked, her fingers tracing the letters.

In-Ho sat back down, his gaze never leaving hers. "That, Y/n, is my past. A part of me I've kept hidden from everyone here. It's a...Lessons learned, so to speak."

She opened the manuscript, her eyes scanning the first few lines. It was raw, intimate, a tale of love and loss, told in In-Ho's signature resonant voice. She looked up, her eyes wide. "This is...this is beautiful, In-Ho. You're a writer."

He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I was. I am. History has been my mask, literature my soul."

Y/n felt a profound connection in that moment, their shared love for words binding them together. She leaned over, her lips meeting him in a soft, tender kiss. When they pulled away, their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

"I want to know you, Y/n," he whispered. "All of you."

She smiled, her heart pounding. "And I want to know you, In-Ho. The writer, the professor, the man."

Their conversation flowed like a river, their words intertwining, their laughter echoing in the small office. They talked about books, about their dreams, about their fears. They talked about the first time they fell in love, the first time they got hurt. They talked until the sun began to rise, their shadows intertwined on the wall, their bodies barely inches apart.

And then, they didn't talk at all. Their lips found each other again, their hands exploring, their bodies pressing closer. Their clothes fell away, discarded pieces of a puzzle they were fitting together. In-Ho's touch was gentle yet commanding, his fingers tracing the curves of her body like he was memorizing a map. Y/n matched his intensity, her hands exploring the hard lines of his muscles, her lips leaving trails of fire on his skin.

When they finally came together, it was with a shared groan, a testament to their restraint, a celebration of their release. Their bodies moved in sync, their rhythm a dance they'd choreographed without words. They paused, their gazes locking, their breaths hitching in unison. Then, with a silent agreement, they continued, their bodies building towards a crescendo, their hearts pounding a shared melody.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts still pounding. Y/n rested her head on In-Ho's chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling it slowly return to its usual rhythm. She felt at peace, content, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

[dear-mono]

will fluff?

I can't 💔

"will—", your lips protest but he didn't listen. Already on his knees, hands tying the lace that untied while walking. He doesn't grunt or hums to respond. Knowing it'll just fuel your complaints.

Your hands wrapped around the hot coffee. Hot caramel. Too sweet for him but perfect for you. Maybe that the secret of you being so bright and sweet. You are what you eat, after all. Perhaps that's why he is bitter as an instant coffee.

"you need to stop doing everything for me", you pout slightly. It's not like your cheeks puff and your lips turn round. No. It's the way your bottom lip slightly seems bigger. The frown, ever so visible. It makes him smile slightly.

"when I'm here, I will", he responds. Standing up again. Knee slightly cracking. A giggle slips past your lips, earning a quick glare from him before he shakes his head. Brushing a hand through his curls, adjusting his glasses.

Being the observant person Will always was, he noticed everything about you. He didn't expect the same from you, of course. Just because you weren't as observant as him didn't make him love you less.

He liked that about you. You lived in the moment rather than drowning in it. But he liked it. He liked drowning in you.

The way you'd mouth words when you are reading silently. To concentrate. The way the knuckle of your index finger would rub against your lip, if you didn't have anything on them.

Pinning your hair back, if you have lip balm so the strands don't stick to your lips. The way you'd push down on your ring finger to feel it pop.

He noticed. He loved. He just didn't show.

"you do know you can get this coffee anywhere here? Why did you drive an hour to get it from there?", you spoke. Actually confused. It just seemed like extra waste to spend that much time in something so small.

"because you only like the way they make it", he said simply. A shrug. Before taking your free hand, intertwining your fingers and putting it in his jackets pocket. Shielding it from the cold.

He noticed, he loved and he showed differently.

[dear-mono]

Hi, I read your story with Henry and flight attendant girlfriend and it was so cute 🥰!! Would you mind writing another one please? I was thinking one where she takes care of Kal whenever he can’t take him with him and she then also looks after his place. She totally loves the bear and takes good care and he’s also her snuggle buddy, and she talks to him about everything really, even the things she loves about Henry, but knows he’d never go for someone as average and curvy like her. Up to you how it ends. Thank you and it’s okay if you don’t feel like writing it ❤️.

Big Bear Hug ☁️

Pairing= Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 1,112

Summary: When Y/n gets asked to look after her best friend’s dog, she gets a lot more than she bargained for

Requests are open!

Likes, Re-blogs and Comments are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

The house was warmly lit, the cold winter months were flying in now, the snow outside had slowly started to pile up. Yet here I was, cozy and cuddled up with Kal, my bestfriend's precious dog (swear he’s more of a bear)

Usually when Henry was sent away for long periods at a time, he would ask me to stay at his place and look after Kal.

Of course I had no objections, Kal is such a big sweetheart and the best cuddler ever, not to mention he’s an amazing listener.

Right now, Kal and I were on the mountain of comforters and blankets we had set out on the floor in front of the fireplace. Kal was facing me as I cuddled into his fur, I was in complete bliss. Although my heart couldn’t help but quicken every time Henry’s scent from the blankets filled my nose, how crazy am I? Falling love with one of the world’s most in demand superstars, surely he couldn’t fall for someone like me when there’s women like Margot Robbie walking around him constantly.

“You know Kal, you make my worries disappear. You may as well be my best friend because of how good you comfort and listen to me” I said in a higher tone as I fixed the fur on the top of his head scratching between his ears, earning a few licks on my hands.

“Lately my emotions have been messing me around Kal, like I know you miss your daddy so much, the truth is so do I buddy” I said nuzzling my face into his fur more, the crackling from the fireplace creating a calming atmosphere.

“Although one thing I will say, he does not know how to clean up after himself does he? But I guess that’s another reason why I fell in love with him” I said propping my head up on my arm, using my other hand to scratch Kal’s stomach as he rolled around cheerfully.

“Don’t tell him I said that though, you gotta promise me okay? I don’t wanna ruin the friendship we’ve had for years just because of my stupid emotions. Plus that would mean i’d never see you Kal, that’d be the worst” I said chuckling to myself deciding to get up and put on some Christmas music, suddenly feeling in the mood.

“You know Kal, the weirdest things about your dad are the things I love most. Like how his voice went higher in that one video where he said 'wikipedia' or how working out is his life passion. I love his hair, his eyes and I guess his abs are alright too” I jokingly said, putting on ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas' on the radio.

“Most importantly I love how he cares for people, how he’d willingly sacrifice himself just to help others in need. That’s something I could never do, i’m too selfish” I said leaning down and picking Kal up, trying to cradle him as much as I could in my arms.

“If your dad was here right now, I’d probably ask him to dance with me, but I have you Kal so it’s all good. Plus why would he dance with me?” I said pouting a bit, swaying Kal and I back and forth to the blaring Christmas music.

“Why wouldn’t I dance with you lovely?” A gruff voice said from behind, making me jump a bit causing Kal to jump onto the ground.

“I- uh” I said stumbling over my words as Kal ran over to Henry, instantly being met with kisses.

Another thing I love about Henry, his dog, nah i'm kidding but also not😳 I love him as a whole, call me dramatic but when you’ve watched the love of your life grow into a superstar and they’re still humble, you can’t help but be in awe.

“Hey kal buddy, did you miss me? I missed you so much! But I know your mums been looking after you hasn’t she?”

‘Don’t call me that' I thought to myself feeling my heart quicken once again at the slight endearment, watching Kal finally get used to Henry being here and walking off to his food bowl which I had filled a while ago.

“So why wouldn’t I ask you to dance?” Henry said now coming closer to me, crossing his arms over his broad chest as I looked up at him.

“Well” I said looking down and starting to play with my fingers, my nerves rising up.

“Well?” He said putting his hand under my chin to make me look at him once again.

“Well it’s just i’m average? You’re constantly surrounded by models and-“

Before I could even continue anything, he had already smashed his lips onto mine, his hand holding onto the back of the head with one on my neck.

I softly kissed him back, slightly hearing him growl before pulling away staring a hole into my eyes.

“Wh-“

“Stop talking Y/n, I heard everything you said to Kal. No I wasn’t snooping, I had just gotten home and found it so sweet hearing you talk to him. What wasn’t sweet was when you started putting yourself down as if you’re nothing when you’re quite literally my everything. No model is staying in my house and looking after my dog. You are. Doesn’t that signal anything to you?”

“When you say it like that, I guess I do feel a bit stupid for thinking that way” I sheepishly said scratching the back of my head as he smiled at me sweetly.

All of a sudden sunsetz by cigarettes after sex started playing out of the radio, the atmosphere in the room started turning more romantic and steamy.

“May I have this dance” He said in a stupid put on posh accent,

“Ah yes sir, you may” I said doing a curtsy as he brought me closer to him.

🎶 I wanna hear your voice

A love that nobody could destroy 🎶

"I want you forever, can I have you?" I heard him whisper into my ear as my head laid on his chest. One of my hands in his, as his other hand lay on my waist softly gripping onto it.

"As long as I can have you forever, and Kal" I said lifting my head up smiling at him.

"Ah yes, how can I forget our son" He said throwing his head back a little, a chuckle escaping his throat. Before we felt a ball of fur at our feets, seeing Kal look at us with a ball in his mouth.

This is what I had always wanted, and I got it.

[dear-mono]

Tiny.

Concept: Reader feeling anxious and sad on their honeymoon cause she misses her mom.

Figured of a thrown body was displayed, raw on the bed. With her face downn, the white sheet that followed her curves, forming a different shape each turn. While the the body itself was covered with a delicate white silk, potraying the innocence within her.

A little sound of crying, was heard coming from the head pressing against the soft pillow. She held the pillow from behind to muffled her cry, shielding her voice from the man not far from her. Her hair covered her bare back perfectly, each black strands fell flawless to their slumber. A glimpse of a familiar face drove around and round in her head, hitting her with each turn making her tears touched the pillow. For the first time in forever, she was running scared, and felt how cruel it was to be seperated from her other half.

"You'll never believe what i just got, some-"

Henry walked in just to see the wretched little one laying on their bed, crying out her despration.

"Honey, a-are you okay?" putting his idea aside, he worried for the crying one. "Hey, tell me, i'm here now." with his weight on the bed, he scoot himself closer to her body. "I-i i just... i miss..." she lifter her head from the pillow, and faced him with her eyes slightly swollen eyes.

"You miss...." he ask in a doubt.

"I miss my mom, hen. I-i miss her a lot." what once a cheerful and pouring out laugh, her voice turned shaky as the tears smeared all over her cheeks leaving stained on the white plush. He pulled her closer which turn her position to be on her right side, leaning her head on his chest. "Hey, no don't hide your face away from me now, love. I'm here." not a word from Henry could change the everlasting fountain, pouring from her puffy eyes his attempt was almost a waste till she spoke her words out.

"Mmm... it used to be just us two, but now..." she wiped her tears off with the back of her hand. A sight of that little girl was shown once again in her act, the way she cried out her longing and how small she looks beside him, in need of him and his warm hands.

...

Henry has always kept this thought to himself locking it away from your reach. Fear of what you'll think of the inside of his primal head. But truth to be told, he loves being needed, he always want you to count on him for the slightest thing there is. He's fallen for the idea of you being under his hand, being so helpless and holding his hand for dear life.

"It's okay, i understand you miss your mom. We... we can call her or it's up to you to decide."

"Uhm... uh- i- i think i'm fine now. Please don't tell her i cry, Hen. Please."

"N-no honey i'm not going to. I'm your husband now, you wont ever need to feel lonely again. I'll keep you safe and sound dear." his fingers walked softly on your skin, reaching to your fingers, interwined with yours as his imaginations ran wild deep in the dark forest of many possibilities to corrupt his tiny bride.

[dear-mono]

The Wolf And The Princess

This sucks bye!

Henry with a much younger S/O (Above the age of consent)

•You and Henry, has quite a huge age gap in between. With you being the little princess.

•He's always careful around you, whether it's with his words or his action

•He also tend to be more embarassed about his sexual needs towards you, being so careful not to scare you away

•In his eyes, you're the pure white goddess, with innocence reflect in your eyes

•Which makes him more feral!

•Your innocent act, makes him go even more "hungry", and it's a growing pain to him

•Your little smile with you looking at him, or when he purposely ran his thumb across your lips to wipe it clean. Makes him go crazy im his wild big head

•"God, i wish could get her to lick the tip of my thumb, just like i want her to lick the tip of my cock" he sighed

•But little did he know, his little princess also have her own sinful thoughts.

•You would lick an ice cream right in front of him and let him lose his goddamn mind, then go with your little steps dancing and acting like you know nothing...

•Untillll...one day, when you and Henry are joking around with each other on the couch

•You were on top of this hairy hunk, wit your face facing his, laughing and tickling each other

•Then you got up, fixed you little dress and asked him, "Henry... do you wanna play with me..." a mischivious smile appeared on your face as you lean your body to the front a little

•"Play, sweetie?" He asked with a confusion, narrowing his eyebrows

•He sat up on the bed, and asked you "Play what, love?"

•You let out a little laugh. While you grabbed his right hand and guided it up to your right inner thigh.

•"Cmon henners... you know..."

•His eyes widened for a moment and then stare at you for a little while before he shot himself up.

•"Tsk, tsk, tsk... the princess is not so innocent after all huh?" With a devilish smile, as he spoke. He walked towards you while you stepped back slowly, with his hand still on your inner thigh, driving higher... and higher...

•Till it touched your covered clit.

[dear-mono]

Teasing the hell out of Charles Brandon or Henry Cavill to the point they make the reader pay😘❤️

I picked Charles Brandon because The Tudors was a whole thing for me, like I fell in love with the entire cast but also with Henry’s delicious ass. I remember the first time I saw it onscreen and just about passed out. Hims got cakes! And Charles had redeeming qualities so it was sort of easy to forgive him for being a dick. Anyways, here’s a shameless piece of smut!!

Title: Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Fandom: The Tudors 

Summary: This is a prompt fill for @thereisa8ella who wanted some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over. Enjoy!

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), fingerfucking (f receiving), cock worship, orgasm denial (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, ball handling, choking, creampie

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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You awake to sunlight streaming in through the open curtains, a heavy weight across your middle, and soft snores rumbling in your ear. The musky odor of sex still lingers in the air and its heady scent goes right to your core. Shifting to your other side, you come face to face with a still-sleeping Charles Brandon.

This man was a god, how else could he be explained? That chiseled jaw, sinister smile, eyes like the ocean…and that’s just his perfect face. Below the neck, he was just as exquisite. Abdominals like sculpted marble, legs like strong tree trunks, and a cock like a third arm. Yes, he deserves to be worshipped. But you deserve your fun too.

You press on Charles’ shoulder to get him to lie on his back, waiting until his snores return. You shift down the bedding so it just comes to his thighs and marvel at this man’s body once again. You inch closer to him, throwing a leg over his chest so your face hovers over his groin. 

You lean down and kiss his hips, snaking your tongue out to taste his freckles. Using your tongue, you draw a line down his Adonis belt to where it meets his cock. You place sweet kisses along the shaft and that stirs the Duke of Suffolk. He only moves his hips slightly and groans at first, but as you take him into your mouth, he fully awakes.

“What a beautiful view, who knew the sun rose at the same time as the moon?” He punctuates his sentence with a solid grip on both your asscheeks.

Letting his hardening cock slip from your mouth, you wiggle your hips in his face. He gets the hint soon enough, his deft fingers finding your folds and getting to work. You suck him down again and his digits slip inside. Your moans guide his ministrations, his grunts and thrusts highlighting that you have him right where you want him.

You ride Charles’ fingers until you feel the familiar break in your resolve, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. You pause in your worship of Charles’ cock but with some incentive of his hand pushing on the back of your head, you get back to work. It’s then when you get the idea to edge him, something you’ve never done with him. First time for everything, right?

You take him to the hilt, your rose brushing his hairy sac, inhaling his musk. You swallow around him in your throat while playing with his balls, all while starting to ride his fingers again. You roll his balls between your fingers, moaning around his girth to elicit vibrations. When you feel the telltale ripple in the shaft, you pull off and squeeze his base. His orgasm is effectively ruined, and he can barely move as you cum again around his fingers.

You: 2. Charles: 0. 

You’re coming down from your high as Charles is landing a sharp slap to your swollen and sensitive clit. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” You don’t have time to catch yourself as he throws you across the bed and slots himself between your thighs. Charles places his hands under each knee and pushes your legs into your chest, opening you fully for his enjoyment. He’s hard enough to enter you in one swift motion, your slippery folds welcoming him into their tight heat. “Trying to tease me, were you, love?”

“I don’t…know what…you mean,” Your words are cut off by deep and sure thrusts, your inner walls thoroughly stimulated.

“Where did my good girl go? Who is this temptress who denies me her warmth?” His pupils dilated, and he looks like a feral beast, wanting to claim his prize.

“Still…here,” You moan, failing to convince him of your innocence.

“No, she’s not here,” He wraps a hand around your neck and leans down to whisper into your ear, “You’re doing so well taking my cock, but I want to try something new. And you, my little spunk dump, are gonna take it.” He leans up and kisses the tip of your nose before tightening his grip on your neck and pounding into you until your combined grunts and wet slaps of skin are all there is to hear.

He holds your gaze, even when your eyes start to lose focus. He lets go of your neck as his hips stutter in their rhythm. You gasp for air as another orgasm rocks through you. Charles follows soon after, painting your walls with his heavy spend. He collapses on your chest without pulling out, your panting breaths the only sound in the room.

He leans back to look at you, utterly spent and exhausted. He pulls himself out of you slowly, watching his load leak out of you. He slaps the head of his dick against your sore clit a few times, earning him a satisfying whimper from your lips. He runs a hand between the valley of your breasts and leans up to kiss you and nuzzle your nose.

“Am I still your good girl?” You plead, not fully wanting to forget you got the upper hand on Charles.

“Hmmmm,” He draws it out, making it seem like he is thinking hard on the matter before chucking at your pout, “Of course you are! You will be my good girl forever, don’t you worry that pretty little head.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” You breathed, feeling satisfied and happy with how you spent your morning.

A/N: First time writing for Charles Brandon, he is fun to tease! Hope you enjoyed it!

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Description: Telling your husband Sherlock Holmes that you couldn't speak English on the night of your marriage was something that had seemed very funny to you and your best friend at the moment. But before you could realize or stop it, the joke spiralled out of control and now it was already too late with the first week of your marriage through. Though things were still sailing pretty smoothly as you pretended to 'learn' new words everyday, unwilling to make a confession to the intimidating man, it all came crashing down when your family invited you two over for dinner one evening. 

Pairing: Husband!Sherlock Holmes | Young Wife!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Sherlock Holmes. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Caning (I am obsessed with his cane okay), patriarchy, age gap (you're obviously still an adult), Dom!Sherlock, Sub!You, fingering, humiliation, punishment, secretly bratty!reader, degradation (?), arranged marriage, dash of breeding kink.  

Note: This one is for all the non-native speakers like myself lmao. Just a funny punishment idea I got out of nowhere. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited. 🩷

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You were too busy catching up and giggling with your best friend on your side of the dining table to notice the look Sherlock, your husband, shot you as your father's disappointed gaze followed, both men watching your oblivious dumb self whispering nothing good in the other girl's ear as she reciprocated the action a few moments later, the fear of your lie potentially getting exposed long forgotten in the presence of your favorite company. 

"We apologise, Mr. Holmes." Your mother tried to cover for you, shooting you a sharp glare that again went undetected as you continued on. "Our Y/n has always been a mischevious child is all. I can assure you-"

"That is quite alright, Mrs. Y/L/N" Sherlock turned to your parents. "Children, you know" offering your parents a tight small smile, the man shrugged his wide shoulders a little, rubbing his twitching palm against the material of his trousers. 

If there was one thing Sherlock Holmes didn't tolerate even if it was coming from his dear wife, it was being made the laughing stock. 

And the more you giggled, the more he felt himself looking it. 

The ride to his mansion was quiet as you went back to being the timid little shy wife his intimidating mien involuntarily forced out of you, staring innocently at the trees that passed while having no absolute idea just what was coming when you did reach home. 

"Come here a moment, my dear" you felt your husband's strong fingers snake around your wrist once you had entered the house. "Let me look at that pretty face" heat rushed to your cheeks as you giggled under your breath obliviously, resting your smaller hands on Sherlock's sides as he tipped your head back by the help of your nape to aid himself with a better view of your face, free hand brushing the stray strands of hair away from your face. 

"Would you look at this sweet little thing" his voice was low and friendly. A bit too friendly. "It must be so exhausting, no?" Your eyelids fluttered at the way he cupped your face and stroked one of your cheeks. "Working so hard everyday to make a fool of your husband who has been nothing but loving to you" a bile formed in your throat as your eyes snapped open suddenly only to find the sweet smile previously dominating his features replaced with a sharp look. 

Did he know? 

You panicked. "I- w- what-"

"Study. Now." Letting go of your face, Sherlock stepped back from you as his hands brushed his clothes before reaching for his cane that he had placed against the wall of the foyer to help himself out of his coat. 

"... Y- Yes" was the only thing you could murmur once he turned back around to find you still gaping at him. 

The walk to the ordered room was much shorter than usual as you entered the dimly lit room with Sherlock in tow, awkwardly stopping in the middle to glance back at him in confusion. 

"Well, over the table, of course" the older nodded towards the said piece of furniture that he was already standing next to, placing his cane on it before undoing his cuffs and neatly starting to roll them up to his elbows. 

You knew where this was going. Growing up a naughty child this was more than familiar to you. But never in your life had you ever expected to receive this treatment from your husband. In fact, one of the reasons why you had been so happy to get married was the notion that you would be departing with spankings. 

At least that was what your best friend had said. 

Your best friend. 

Who was the real culprit responsible for this mess. 

It wasn't that you did not want to say no and reason yourself out of the situation. Besides the pain that would surely come with the punishment, it was the humiliation of having to bend before your new husband like a child in need of behavioral correction that was making your insides heat up in embarrassment. But the way your husband was watching you like a hawk with his cane in one hand as he tapped the tip against the other's palm awaiting you obedience rendered you speechless. 

So much for joking about not speaking English. 

You couldn't wager in even your native language right now, you could tell. 

"Do not compel me to come over there, Mrs. Holmes" Sherlock's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "Come, now. I am sure you are familiar with what happens to mischevious children like yourself." 

Hanging your head low in surrender and shame, you trudged to the wooden desk, and placed your elbows against the cold surface before bending the upper half of your body, burying your face in your arms to hide your flushed face. 

"Tsk, tsk" your heart rate quickened as you heard his footsteps slowly approach you from behind, the tip of his cane outlining the shape of one of your legs from over your dress. "Look at you, dear. A married woman, bent over her husband's desk like a naughty child ready to take her punishment." A shaky breath tumbled past your lips when you felt the hilt of Sherlock's cane raise the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up and away from the length of your legs. 

"Do you think me a fool, dear?" He was putting effort in sounding sweeter than he usually did, just to rub your nose in it deeper. "Or do you take your husband's kindness for granted?" The man couldn't help but tease the slightly damp area of your undergarments with the tip of his cane after it had moved your gown and all it's fabrics out of the way by placing them on your back.

"I- I am-" your words were cut short by a sharp smack landing on your clothed buttocks, eliciting a loud gasp from you in response. 

"One thing a woman should never ever do is take her husband's affections or respect for granted, my dove" by the time you received the second hit, you knew Sherlock's strength and precision to be no joke. 

Quite frankly, it fucking hurt. 

And the mean cane of his that was the punishing apparatus, you realized, really did you no help. 

"Because otherwise she will always end up completely at his mercy one day, or another, to be disciplined however he deems fit and," whines crawled out of your dry throat when he landed sharp whips with each and every word, pausing only when he would stop speaking. "That is really not 'fun'," leaning over your body to inch his lips closer to your lips while his hands ripped your rather undergarments out of the way, Sherlock caused the hairs on your nape to rise when he whispered his next words right in your ears. "As my dearest would say it, no?" 

"Please, please, please! I am sorry! I am sorry!" You whined, whimpering and hissing when one of his palms briefly caressed the soft welts forming on your tender cheeks. "I- I didn't mean to! It wasn't- I am sorry, husband! P- Please!" The proximity of your faces was flustering you even more than you were embarrassed, pulse speeding up as you felt a different kind of heat bloom between your hips from having your ass touched like this. 

Yes, Sherlock had already seen you naked and touched you in your intimate places as all husbands do on the first night to consummate the marriage, being so kind as to even help you chase an unfamiliar sensation that had blurred up your vision despite the pain your virgin sex was being made to endure. But after that, for the rest of the week he had resorted to just holding your hand and offering you tender kisses to give you the time and space to ease into your relationship. 

But there was something about the way he was affecting you right now that you couldn't quite put your finger on, the only thing your inexperienced body able to decipher the same tingles you had felt in between your thighs that night. 

"Aha! Would you look at that!" Sherlock was brutal with his words as he stood back up to his full height, stroking the inside of your thigh with his cane before speaking again. "Just a few whips and my dearest is fluent already!" You groaned under your breath. You had a feeling this wasn't going away anytime soon. 

"Now, I will give you ten lashes and you will count them out loud for me, is that understood?" A whine left you as you nodded only to yelp when another sharp hit landed. "Use your words and let me hear them, Miss No English," your eyes fluttered shut in embarrassment as you felt like kicking your best friend when your husband mocked you once again but this time with the very words you'd told him. "Come on, you can do it." Your cheeks burnt harder from the sarcastic tone of his words.

"I- I understand~" you let out with great difficulty, pouting as you braced yourself for what was coming. 

"Good girl." He praised but the expected head rub of appreciation came not as Sherlock got back in position. "Now remember, if you lose count, we start again." Cupping your mouth to hold back the protestant grumble that was trying to break free, you cried out a much louder inaudible sound just a few moments later when the first lash landed. 

"O- One, husband…" Then came the second, third, fourth and fifth, Sherlock taunting you as you almost stumbled towards failure on the sixth in between a mix of wheezes and sobs, just barely saving yourself before he could order you to start over, trying to move away during the next four only to have your attempt denied when one of his palms pressed flat against the small of your back to cease you in place for his assault. "T- TEN! TEN! PLEASE, IT'S A TEN! PLEASE!" The man chuckled as he placed his cane next to you on the surface of his desk when he was satisfied with the deep red streaks across your plump bottom, cupping your hot cheeks and softly massaging them. 

"It's alright now, you did good." It was only when he started to press soft kisses to your shoulder blades that you felt the heaving of your chest decreasing, your tense muscles slowly relaxing in response to the murmurs of sweet nothings that honestly contradicted Sherlock's usually calculated and firm mien. 

"I- I am sorry, hubby" you pouted through your tears as you turned your head to face him, still being held in the same position. "I- I promise I didn't mean for it to get that far… It was Y/F/N's i- idea!" Your voice broke again as you bit back a hiccup, feeling like a small child. "I am so sorry. I do not think you a fool. Please- oh~" your attempt at an apology was cut short when the back of Sherlock's hand unintentionally brushed against your dripping sex that you had almost forgotten about during your punishment. 

Your husband's strong chest reverberated against your back when he chuckled at the embarrassing moan you had let out. "Look at this little wanton of mine" you gasped under your breath at the word Sherlock used. "Wet as a harlot" sweat broke out on your temples as you bit down on your bottom lip. "And that from being punished, tsk."

He was so cruel with his words. 

"Please~" the plea was out of your mouth before you could think it through, hips reaching out for his hand again as you slowly spread your thighs. "Please."

"Like this, hm?" His deep voice was causing your heart to try and wrestle its cage, legs trembling as his finger gathered your arousal on its tip before moving up to your folds, rubbing it in slow and wide circles. "Dirty girl likes to be toyed with like a doll, hm? Needs her husband to make her feel good?" A string of moans swayed past your lips as you quickly nodded, whimpering when you felt his other hand creep up under your dress before grabbing a handful of one of your breasts. 

"Oh, please~ so good, hubby!" You were too far gone in the pleasure to care about dignity or shame, your stomach feeling as though it flipped when he twirled one of your nipples between his fingers, the other set circling your eager entrance before prodding it. "Yes, please! Just like that! Thank you!" Your fingers reached for the opposite end of the table before clasping around the edge for support. 

"Want to be filled by your husband, hm?" Your startled gasp when music to his ears when he pushed his first finger in, going knuckle deep before pulling almost all the way out and pushing it right back in, preparing you for something much mightier. "Have your womb drown in his seed so you can get nice and round to provide him many children like a good wife?"

"Yes! Yes, husband! Yes! Please! Please! Fill me up, please! Crowd my womb with your children!" You cried out, a sweating mess in his hold as your hips rode his fingers. 

"Up, then." Pulling the hand that was toying with your breasts out of your dress, Sherlock snaked his fingers around your neck solely to provide you guidance as he helped the upper half of your body up and off the table, other hand buried deep between your shaking thighs as he repeatedly jabbed your hole with the help of two fingers now. "Straight ahead, dear." Your husband commanded, helping you walk out of the room and towards your bedroom. 

You could only pray to not run into the butler or any of the maids as you waddled upstairs to your destination while being finger fucked by Sherlock as he held your throat like one would an animal's, the humiliation of it all having you buck up your hips which indicates that you were very close to that feeling that you'd felt at the night of the consummation. 

That vision blurring, limb numbing, ear deafening feeling. 

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Little Tease (One-shot)

(Complete)

Summary: A few days ago, your new bed had arrived. Technically to solve the space problem you and Henry had. And it did, the bed was huge. But the new mattress that came with it was a bit too hard, that’s why you felt incredibly stiff and desperately needed to move your body a bit. “Accidentally” teasing Henry with your moans while you stretch…

 

Paring: Henry Cavill x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, mild back pain, yoga poses? , teasing, daddy kink, degrading words, cursing, P in V

Word Count: 2.4K

 

A/N: Wanted to write for the man himself and came up with this smutty scenario. As always any mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!❤️✨

 

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When you had woken up, about an hour ago, you had felt like you must have been sleeping on a stone slab. Your back ached rather badly as you carefully turned onto you left side to look at Henry, who was still blissfully asleep, unaware of his surroundings.

His face was completely relaxed, little warm puffs of air leaving his slightly opened mouth.

Even though the new bed was huge, you both lay quite close. Having sought out each other’s body.

 

 

Before, in the old bed you were more or less lying on top of each other, as Henry’s powerfully, broad body had taken up most of the space. And as much as you loved being close to each other, you had slept like crap, waking up every time one of you moved. So he’d ordered a new bed to solve the space issue, unfortunately now a new issue had arisen, at least for you. The stupid mattress was surly created in the Mines of Moria, because not only were you convinced it was made of stone but you also imagined the mattress was just as expensive as some of the dwarf’s gem stones were.

 

 

A little disgruntled, you huffed, jealous that your boyfriend was still sound asleep. Although admittedly you were glad that he could rest a little more, because you loved seeing him this peaceful and relaxed, as his very busy schedule seldom allowed him to sleep in. So he more than deserved all the sleep he could get.

 

 

That’s why, after a few more minutes of lovingly gazing at his face, you quietly got up and tiptoed out of your bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.

 

 

When you went down to the kitchen, you noticed that your back instantly felt better standing up. Though you knew you should at least stretch a little to actually feel better.

As soon as you turned the tap on, to fill a glass of water, Kal showed up, tail wagging lazily.

 

 

He trotted over to were you were leaning against the counter, tail wagging more enthusiastically when you started patting his head, greeting him, “Good morning, boy. Sleep well?” Grinning down at him, as he started licking your hand, “Aww I bet your doggy bed is more comfy than my mattress, huh?,” adding jokingly, “Maybe I need to borrow it sometime.”

 

 

At that he woofed softly, as if he was scandalized at the mere thought, making you giggle, “No I’m just joking, love. Would never dream of stealing your bed.”

 

You quickly gulped down your water, throat parched. Then you prepared Kal’s food, which he happily slobbered up the second you set it down. You knew his first walk of the day wasn’t due for another two hours, so you left the kitchen to retrieve a gym mat so you could actually start stretching.

 

 

Once you had found the mat, you returned to the living room, spreading it out on the floor. The simple act of kneeling down, had you hissing, pain shooting up your spine. “Arrgh, crap…”

 

 

You carefully manoeuvred your body into a laying down position that immediately felt much better. Sighing in relieve, you stretched your limbs out. “Oooh, yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Your muscles seemed to relax somewhat, so once you felt like moving, you wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them in, until your back was rounded and you could rock back and forth. Another moan escaped you as the tension slowly left your aching body.

 

 

Too concentrated on your exercise you didn’t notice, when curious, blue eyes started watching you.

 

 

You had turned around on your stomach, lightly pushing up into a cobra pose, a soft exhale leaving your parted lips, “Hmm.”

 

 

Henry’s eyes widened, staring hungrily at your sparely clad body, beautifully stretched out before him. You only wore a pair of panties and one of his oversized workout shirts. Apparently you hadn’t noticed him yet, because another whimper broke free, going straight to his cock, as it stirred within his sweatpants. You had moved into the child pose, exposing even more of your skin to the silent spector.

 

 

His shirt had ridden up your back, naked thighs now on full display, white panties barely covering your sweet rump and the even sweeter, little cunt below. His throbbing cock strained the grey fabric of his pants, as you continued to move between the cat and cow pose.

 

 

When he stepped closer, he loudly plonked down on the couch behind you, purposefully noisy to let you know he was there. He didn’t see the sly smirk tugging your lips upwards, as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

 

 

You moved into the cow pose, intentionally bowing your back as much as you could, then you let out, an unreasonably loud and drawn out moan. Knowing exactly what it would do to Henry, you even went as far as spreading your legs a little wider to give him a better view.

 

 

He stopped blinking, laser focused on your pulsing core. Though as nothing else seemed to happen, you upped the ante. Getting into the downward dog positon, whimpering, loudly.

 

 

Henry had had enough of your teasing, growling impatiently, as he jumped off the couch. He got behind you, his thick thighs caging you in, then he pressed his considerable bulge directly against your wet centre. When he grasped you by your hips, you gasped.

 

 

Making him chuckle darkly, “Don’t act so surprised you little tease. You were the one moaning like a seasoned whore for daddy, weren’t you, darling?”

 

 

Oh Lord, he was in one of those moods. You were definitely so, so screwed. Internally you were very pleased that your little show, had turned Henry on so much, his dom side was showing.

 

 

Your happy mewl, turned into a whimper, when he squeezed you tighter, his long fingers digging into your stomach. “Cat got your tongue? I asked you a question. And I expect an answer. Now.”

 

 

Heat began pooling in your belly in response to his domineering presence behind you. “Yeah. I- I moaned, I’m so s-sorry, daddy.”

 

 

A hand began stroking up your spine, dangerously slow as he mocked,” Hmm, are you now? I had the impression, you quite enjoyed riling me up, flaunting your body in daddy’s face.”

 

 

Just as you were about to apologise again, he thrusted his hips forward, groaning when he rubbed his firm bulge over your fluttering pussy. Your panties were so slick by now, your wetness had seeped through the thin fabric and onto his pants, where a little wet spot had formed.

 

 

Henry’s eyes flickered down, noticing your neediness right away.

“Always so eager for my cock, aren’t you?”

 

 

He circled his hips, then rutted against your swollen clit with intent. It made you speechless for a moment too long, because he nearly threw you onto the couch, as you had failed to answer yet again. The abruptness of it all making you shriek. Panting at the exhilaration of being so powerless when faced with his brutal strength, you eagerly stared up at him.

 

 

Henry’s hairy chest was bared as he had only slept in his sweat pants. Towering over you, as you lay beneath him on the couch. He had his arms crossed, making his biceps look even more brawny than usually. Intense blue eyes glaring down at you.

 

 

Shivering under his attentive gaze, you opened your legs for him, swiftly pulling his workout shirt off your body, flinging it behind the couch. His dilated pupils zoned in on your bared breasts, Adams apple bobbing within his throat. You bit your lip enticingly as you breathed, “What are you waiting for-... daddy?”

 

 

It had the desired effect, as he took hold of your thighs, spreading them even wider apart, for him to stand in-between, then he growled deeply, “Behave.”

 

 

He pulled his sweats down, fat cock immediately standing at attention. You breathed shakily, as you saw a pearl of precum making its way down his length, unconsciously licking your lips.

 

 

Henry smirked, one hand wrapped around the thick base, slowly moving up. He groaned softly, while watching your helpless form.

 

 

You wanted to touch yourself, but you also wanted to be good for him and he hadn’t given you permission to do so yet, so you restrained yourself. You could do it. You could be his good girl. You just had to ignore the immense heat between your thighs for a little while longer.

 

 

He grinned, “That’s right, keep your eyes on me, such a good girl.” Henry thoroughly enjoyed you watching him pump his cock. For you it was torture. You needed him to touch you.

 

 

You whimpered pathetically, to signal him to do something, anything. And you were in luck, he was merciful today, stepping closer he yanked your panties off. Diving down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Way to quickly he’d pulled back, blue eyes locking with yours as you felt a finger gliding down your body, tickling over your nipple for a moment then continuing his journey downwards.

 

 

At last he reached your mound, finger stroking through your pulsing petals. Your breath hitched, letting him know just how needy you really were. Henry’s thumb circled your clit, then his index finger dipped into your dripping centre. You moaned, eyes falling closed as your neglected core began to positively vibrate at the stimulation.

 

 

As soon as the sensation came, it was gone again, making you mewl frustratingly, eyes shooting open again.

 

 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, “I said eyes on me, didn’t I, darling?”

 

 

He leaned closer, then something hot and heavy slapped your clit, making you tremble and cry out. You tried closing your legs, but he had grabbed one them, easily lifting it up and over his shoulder. Then he whispered into your ear, “You have real difficulty listening to daddy today, hmm?”

 

 

His nails dug into the supple flesh of your other thigh, hooking it over his shoulder as well, “Answer me.”

 

“S-sorry, yes I have difficulty li-listening,” you whimpered, gasping when you felt him nudge against your hole.

 

 

“That’s what I thought. Whatever shall I do with you?” His eyes sparked with mirth, he clearly loved teasing you like that.

 

 

You pouted, “Don’t be mean daddy. Please- please I need you, inside.”

 

 

Henry mocked, cooing, “Aww, is daddy mean to his little darling?”

 

 

Before you could even think of replying, he began pushing inside. Starting to lean his weight onto you, pressing you deeper into the couch cushion with every unbearably, wide inch of his cock sliding into your weeping pussy.

 

 

God he was just so fucking big. Every time was like the first time with him. Stretching you beyond what you thought was possible.

 

 

Your mouth opened, as he drew a deep moan from you. He chuckled though a bit pressed, curly hairline damp with the restrained it took, not to slam inside you completely. Panting, “Tight. Fuck, love. You’re always so tight for me.”

 

 

His nose pressed below your ear, as he grunted at the burning heat enveloping him, clenching around him. Henry worked his cock into you, bit by bit was swallowed by your quivering tightness. Both of you grunting and moaning.

 

 

As he finally bottomed out, it felt like his hot poker, had settled directly beneath your navel, making it hard to breathe normally. Though he noticed right away, switching your positions so quickly, your head swam.

 

 

Henry had sat down on the couch, with you now sitting upright in his lap, straddling his thighs. In the new position it was indeed easier to breath, though you felt just as stuffed as before. Your warm slick began running down, pooling between your legs, as he carefully pushed up into you, somehow slipping even deeper.

 

 

Your hands griped his shoulders, making him pause for a moment, letting both of catch your breath. Your body slowly relaxed, accommodating his length, and more importantly his width.

 

 

“That’s it, taking all of me, darling.”

 

 

Your pussy clenched around him, as he placed his hands onto your hips and began lifting up, retreating. Then without warning, he slammed back inside. Shocking your entire system so much, the loudest mewl broke free from your lips.

 

 

Henry didn’t let up, immediately starting to bounce you up and down on his cock. Attacking your neck, boobs and any other available patch of skin he could reach with his mouth. Sucking, nipping, biting and kissing.

 

 

“Ah-fuck… He-Henry so good.”

 

 

He muttered between his grunts, “Yeah? You feel…-fuck you feel so good darling.”

 

 

Already the pressure inside kept building, as Henry picked up the speed. Core burning deliciously with every thrust upwards, cock pounding into you without abandon.

 

 

His big hands slid down to your ass, shifting his hips he rammed into your special spot, “Ah, ah- gonna- gonna come,” you moaned.

 

 

The pressure inside soaring higher and higher then it tipped over, as Henry brushed that very spot just right.

 

 

Black spots filling your vision, body shaking, cunt twitching violently as you came. Henry groaned, thrusting a final time upwards, before he spilled into you, filling you to the brim with his hot, white semen. “Fu-fuck…”

 

 

You blinked up at him owlishly, completely robbed of your day’s energy. He smiled down on you, gently running a thumb over your cheek, “You alright, down there, love?”

 

 

“Hmm.”

 

 

His chest shook lightly as he chuckled, “Fucked the words right out of you, huh?”

 

 

You snuggled into him, replying truthfully, “You sure did.”

 

 

Henry hugged you closer, amused by your thorough exhaustion, “Hey, are you falling asleep on me?”

 

You grumbled as he shook you gently, “Stop moving, ‘m sleepy…”

 

 

“So you want to stay like this then?” You nodded, ignoring his playful tone, because you really wanted to stay like this.

 

 

“Okay, rest. Love you, my darling.”

 

Before you drifted off, you mumbled back, “Love you, too.”

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Blue

Prompt:  Hi, I came across your posts about Henry’s gray hair (somehow that makes him more 🔥🔥🥵🥵) Anyway, I was thinking of a prompt where Henry’s babygirl calls him “old” after he goes a little soft on her and Henry shows her what her “old” daddy can do🙈🙈…just saying, if you ever wish to write!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no description of race or body type).

Word count: 964

Warnings: 18+, RPF, boat sex, slight oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, soft sex turns rough, doggy style, a bit of Male!Dom vibes, slight ass smacking and pussy spanking, creampie. No daddy kink in this one, decided to go without it.

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A/N: Not beta’d I’ll die on my mistakes like August slipping off a cliff, kissing a hook and crushing into a blast. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

Title: Blue

Soft ocean waves rocked the sailboat from side to side, whispering a tidal lullaby amidst the chill sea breeze.

Henry was at peace, but then the velvety draping blue always had a calming effect on him. The great nautical unknown, reducing a man as vast as oak to a puny fish.

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