#Che is a minor

[cherishedmeats]

By the way my darlings , the cherished star is highly attention deprived and affection starved , so che will flirt with all of those who are in cherishes heavenly kingdom .. If you are uncomfortable with this , please unfollow me now ! It is simply part of me ~

If you flirt back .. your requests will definitely have a priority .. Ahh ..

[harmonyrae]

Power Couple

CHAPTER 11 - Taking Control

Happy Halloween - here's a treat :)

The car door is barely closed before Sylus is all over you. He kneels before you, caging you in against the seat with his arms, his lips pressed to yours once again. He pulls back and you stare at him with hooded eyes. You gently run your fingers down the front of his neck, before tugging his ascot loose and tossing it on the seat next to you. Your fingers tracing his collarbone, dragging your nails along his skin as you near the buttons of his shirt and waistcoat. 

The look on his face is one of pure ecstasy. His eyes glistening, breathing rapidly as he leans into your touch. It’s like he can’t get enough, he needs your hands on him. He smiles breathlessly. You feel a soft laugh leave your chest, to see this man on his knees, begging for your touch is everything you dreamt it would be and more.

You wrap your fingers around the back of his neck and pull him towards you. His hands slide down and he pushes your knees apart, settling himself between them. His body is pressed against yours now, his hands greedily digging into your hips. 

His lips pull back from yours and you whine in response. He starts placing kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping at your collarbone to lavish kiss after kiss. He nibbles and sucks, leaving a trail of marks behind. Your moans fill his ear which only makes him kiss you more fervently. One of his hands slides up your waist and glides over your breast. The gold wiring presses into you and as he starts squeezing you feel the wiring press into you nipple making your back arch off the seat at the sensation.

“You’re so… beautiful…” Sylus whimpers against your chest. You run your hands through his hair, grabbing hold to steady yourself.

Sylus reacts to every moan and movement you make. You can tell he wants nothing more than to rip your dress off to allow his mouth to continue its exploration. He pulls the fabric of your dress down to give him more access to your chest. If the bodice wasn’t so tight, you would have been completely exposed. His hands release your breasts and glide down your body. One of his hands reaches the hem of your dress and he gathers the fabric before lifting his eyes to look at you.

“Are you okay with this?” He pants and you smile wickedly.

“God yes...” You hold his face in your hands, making sure he knows you need him as much as he needs you. 

His lips find yours once more as he quickly removes his gloves. He pulls your dress up over your knees before his hand makes its way further up your thigh. His fingers pass over your gun holster, which has a knife tucked safely in its sheath. He breath catches, you know he will never underestimate you again. 

As his fingers reach the lining of your panties, he rubs his thumb over the cloth. You could feel your arousal pooling the moment he grabbed your face on the sidewalk. Now, you couldn’t hold back. You feel him tremble as he feels how wet you are. He pulls the fabric to the side and starts to slowly explore. His other hand reaches behind you and pulls your ass forward so you’re leaning back, his lips never leaving yours. 

He pulls back from kissing you to watch your face as he touches you. His thumb finds your clit and he starts rubbing slowly, building up speed as your breathing becomes more erratic. You bite your lip and try to maintain eye contact. 

“Don’t bite your lip… I need to hear you...” Sylus pleads and you oblige. Your breathless whimpers fill the space around you.

His index finger pushes into you slowly, curling to give you just the tiniest bit of stimulation. It isn’t until his middle finger joins in and he starts thrusting further into you that you allow your head to fall back. You squeal as he bites down on the side of your neck. You feel his smile against your skin. You rake your fingers through his hair before grabbing hold and yanking him back to look at you. You pull that smug grin into another kiss, trying to focus on the dance your tongues have started rather than the building tension between your legs. You needed more.

The car comes to stop and the driver knocks on the glass partition. You suddenly pull apart and stare at each other, Sylus’ eyes darting out the window and back to you, he removes his fingers slowly. You both chuckle at how flushed and unkempt you’ve both become. You look out the window to see the house, the house on the hill. Sylus clears his throat. His eyes search yours, unsure what you’re in the mood for. 

“My driver can take you home if you prefer.” 

You reach for his hand, his fingers still glistening from your arousal, you bring them to your mouth and proceed to suck them clean. Sylus’ jaw is clenched, eyebrows knitted together furiously. You know his erection must be agonizing. You pull his face closer and lean into his ear.

“Sylus, I want to fuck you.” The car door is open and Sylus is carrying you bridal style before you can say another word. 

The front door crashes open, Sylus closing it with his foot before bounding up the stairs. He enters the master bedroom and stops suddenly. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he sets you down. You’re surprised you’re not on the bed, but Sylus turns you around and begins carefully helping you out of your dress. It is a two person job after all. 

Layer after layer, your dress is deconstructed until you’re only wearing the loose white base. You stop Sylus from sliding it over your head. You turn to face him, a look of confusion paints his face. You reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt. His smile returns, realizing you want to undress him yourself. You want him to feel your eyes on him. 

You finish unbuttoning his shirt and waistcoat, allowing your hand to glide over his abdomen. You circle him to slowly pull his tailcoat over his shoulders and down his arms. You have to stand on your tiptoes, but feeling Sylus shudder under your touch as you remove his clothes is worth the discomfort. You then remove his shirt and waistcoat in unison. His torso now on full display before you, his muscles defined, a sheen of sweat coating his chest. You return to your place in front of him and meet his eyes, the desperation is clear, his patience thinning. 

You start to unbutton his pants and he grabs your wrists. You glare at him, he caresses your cheek with his other hand. 

“You’re sure about this?” He says, his voice gentle. You nod and lean into him as he captures your lips with his.

You wiggle your wrists free and continue. You push the pants down over his hips and let them fall to the floor. You reach up to place a hand over his, which is still caressing your cheek. But the other slides gently down his torso, slipping past the hem of his boxers to wrap around the base of his cock. He pulls away from your kiss as his breath catches and he tilts his head back.

Your strokes are slow, but deliberate, touching Sylus like this for the first time needs to be purposeful. Not sloppy or half-hearted. Your thumb traces his swollen tip, already leaking pre-cum just from your touch. He places his forehead in the crook of your neck, moaning quietly. You want to feel him against you, to feel the vibrations of his body as he moans. You pick up your pace and bring your other hand down to his ass. You give his ass a squeeze and he grabs hold of your waist, gripping the fabric of your dress roughly. You move to get on your knees, but Sylus stops you. He gasps as your grip tightens around him from the sudden movement.

“S-sorry.” You stutter. Sylus laughs and pulls your hand out of his boxers.

“Don’t be… I just… I need to feel… you…” 

“For someone usually so confident and intimidating, you’re being so adorable right now.” Sylus narrows his eyes at you. You giggle at his glare. He pulls you in and kisses you deeply, waiting until the last second to release you. Both of you gasp for air as you stare into each other's eyes.

“You’re in my head, it’s because of you I can’t form a sentence.” He leans down to grab the back of your thighs, he lifts you and carries you to the bed. He drops you down and tugs at the hem of your dress. You don’t stop him from pulling it over your head. 

You lean back and inch yourself further onto the bed. Sylus pulls off his boxers and proceeds to crawl toward you. His fingers hook onto the lace of your panties and tugs them down your legs. His body hovers over you, he lowers himself to his elbows and you gasp at the feeling of his skin against yours.

He was taking it slow, you knew he could have fucked you in the car, on the couch, on the kitchen counter for that matter. He brought you to the bedroom and was so careful removing your dress. He wants you to set the pace, he wants you to be in control. He hasn’t said as much, but you feel like this is how he is apologizing to you. For trying to control you at the auction. 

He kisses your neck, his hands gliding over your body, squeezing and pinching your nipples in earnest. You’re desperate for friction. The throbbing between your thighs is driving you insane. 

“Sy…” 

He moans into your neck in response, you feel his body relax against you and you seize your chance. You push his shoulder and he rolls onto his back. You climb on top of him and plant your hands on his chest. He smiles up at you, holding onto your thighs.

You reach down to grab hold of his cock once more, stroking as you position yourself over him. You hear him groan deliciously beneath you and you can’t wait anymore. You slide his tip into you, faster than you intended. He bucks his hips at the sensation, thrusting further into you and you shout in surprise. His eyes fly open.

“A-are you ok-kay?” His stuttering is so cute. You reach for his hand and guide it up your body to your breast. Encouraging him to resume his teasing. 

“Thought you’d love hearing me mhnn… scream for you…” Your cries of pleasure fill the room as you take him inch by inch. Sylus’ eyes roll back as you continue to take him. 

The feeling of him filling you, you molding to fit him so tightly. Like his cock was made for your pussy. You hate yourself for even thinking that... you know it sounds ridiculous, but goddamn, it feels so good. You feel his hips flush against yours and smile deviously down at Sylus. He holds his breath trying to adjust to how tight you are around him. You start rocking your hips using your thighs, you squeeze against him to help you move faster. You grab his shoulders, anchoring yourself. 

He brings his hands to your hips, following your rhythm before reaching beneath you, finding your clit instantly.

“God, you feel so good…” 

Sylus picks up his pace and begins to thrust his hips, driving himself further into you bringing tears to your eyes.

“I- ahh- fuck...” Sylus whimpers beneath you. The sound brings you so close to your climax you throw your head back and close your eyes. 

You rock your hips harder, squeeze your thighs tighter, Sylus tries to lean up to kiss you, but you push him back on the mattress roughly. This sudden act of aggression slows Sylus’ thrusts briefly as he registers your actions. You run your hands over his chest, dragging your nails over his nipples and leaving faint marks down his abs.

“Goddamn it… fuck…” Sylus can’t stop the string of expletives that spill from his mouth. You feel his cock throb and watch as his ads flex.

The feeling of his fingers on your clit, rubbing and circling faster and faster, his thrusting resumes and his cock dives deeper into you as you rock and bounce on top of him. Your moans harmonize together.

“Sy, I want you to cum for me…” Your voice is raspy, your nails dig into his chest. And, just like you asked with no hesitation, he unravels beneath you. 

You look down at your joined bodies, your breathing grows shallow. Sylus moans loudly, feeling you tighten around him as you reach your peak. The sight of him beneath you, how he feels, how he responds to every motion you make, you feel the dam break and you release. Sylus holds onto your hips and rocks you through your orgasm.

As you come down from your high, you collapse onto him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his heartbeat in your ear. His arms close around you, a hand coming up to stroke your hair. 

“I am not usually…” His voice is shaky as he catches his breath.

“You’re usually the one in charge.” You look up at him to see him staring down at you. 

“Submissive looks good on you. But if you’re a good boy I’ll let you be in charge next time.” Sylus scoffs, but you feel his cock, still nestled inside you, twitch slightly as it grows harder. 

He sits up suddenly, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist, the pressure of his cock intensified with the movement. You gasp and hold onto him. A mischievous smile spreads across his face.

“It’s a good thing we’re just getting started.”

Yes, I did channel Bridgerton Polin because… I am obsessed. Sylus is a gentle, subby & needy bitch in this chapter. I needed to see this version of him. So I wrote the damn thing. Smile. This is only the beginning, be sure to follow to see the rest of the story (I have so many chapters already written...)

Tag List (comment if you wanna be added!): @trishiepo0 @not-so-quite-human

[castratedvader]

girl who was just remembered about the 5th canto of the inferno by an hozier song: i think it wouldve been cool if vader had died on tatooine before his redemption moment and obiwan had killed himself or something shortly afterwards and they had found each other in the force afterlifes equivalent on hell which for them is mustafar and they have to relive their duel again and again for eternity with no pause but still isnt the intimacy of engaging in an endless fight just another form of love. it's almost 1am btw.

[vanbasten]

[banished-away]

moots italiani, ho una domanda per voi:

parlando coi ragazzini a lavoro, che faranno o hanno appena fatto la maturità, è saltato fuori che per celebrare adesso si usa fare festa, regalare fiori (e a volte le corone d'alloro come per la laurea) e relagare un "viaggio di maturità". io questa cosa non la ho mai sentita, ma loro insistono che è una tradizione che avevano anche i loro genitori, e essendo la mia famiglia un po' particolare non so se siamo noi quelli strani come al solito o se è una cosa recente/importata da altre zone d'italia/una differenza di classe sociale

[deathshallbenomore]

⚡️

[buscandoelparaiso]

IO dico che zaniolo ha gia pronto l’accordo col milan per giugno motivo per cui ha obbligatoriamente inserito la clausola per potersene andare. l’unico motivo per cui sta questi cinque mesi in turchia e’ per poter giocare in nazionale e continuare ad allenarsi prima di smaterializzarsi magicamente a giugno e comparire a milanello

[harmonyrae]

Power Couple

CHAPTER 12 - Revelations I am incorporating my headcanon for the Aether Core connection. It’s NOT lore accurate - as far as we know.

You’ve been staying at the house on the hill for the past few days. You and Sylus have indulged in every fantasy you can think of. You’ve recreated your dream of being eaten out on the dining room table. Recreated his dream of throat fucking you by the pool. You secretly pray the chef never finds out Sylus bent you over the kitchen counter, the sink, the stove, the fridge… Basically his entire workspace.  

You both handled work from home, opting to join conference calls from the pool or private office. You were careful not to discuss confidential information when Sylus was around. You knew if Dorian found out you were talking shop with Sylus in the room he would never forgive you.

When you weren’t tongue deep in each other, you and Sylus talked about the bond you seem to share. He explained the situation at the gallery and Chen’s possible “client.” He also explains the Aether Core. He had an Aether protocore fragment implanted into his eye when he was young. He had no say in the matter and no parents to fight for him. 

“The connection we share, the Aether fragment, you have one too.” He places a hand over your heart. You feel that similar warmth.

“I don’t remember...” You cover his hand with your own. He wraps his other hand around your waist. The warm water in the tub has cooled, but you don’t want to get out, not yet. You feel his breath on your neck, his body firm against your back. Sitting between his legs as he presses kisses to your shoulders and neck as he explains.

“Do you want to know?” You lean your head back on his chest.

“Maybe? Yes… Tell me.”

Sylus takes a deep breath. You can tell this story will be hard for him to tell. You pull his hand from your chest and interlace your fingers with his. Giving his hand a squeeze, he sighs. 

“We were in the same laboratory. My surgery was experimental. No one expected me to survive. So when I did, they didn’t waste any time putting your fragment in. Our rooms were next to each other. The walls were thin, so we’d sit and talk for hours. Well, when they weren’t running tests or experiments on one of us. We grew up together. We kept each other sane all those years. If you came back from tests crying, I’d sing to you. You’d be laughing in no time. And… if I woke up from a nightmare, you’d read to me until I fell asleep.”

Sylus tightened his grip around you. You could feel his heartbeat quickening against your back. You rub small circles on his arm, his grip loosening slightly.

“On your 18th birthday, I... aha, 'gently convinced' a nurse to let me into your room. It was the first time we were truly alone. No nurses hovering or doctors forcing us to practice controlling our Aether energy by resonating. Or…” His voice trailed off. Your heart broke listening to him.

“Did you make me a cake?” You heard him let out a breathy laugh. 

“Sort of. I could finally pick up things with my energy so… I stole cookies out of the vending machine down the hall. Couldn’t steal a candle though, but you still made a wish. You wished we could be free. And I made you a promise, that I would find a way for you to be free. I don’t remember much else from that night. Besides just holding you. And trying to figure a way out.” 

“And did you?” 

You finally turn slightly to look at him. He avoids your gaze. You lift his chin so his eyes meet yours. And your heart nearly stopped when you saw his red eyes were glazed over, tears threatening to spill out. 

“I did.” 

The rest of this story can be told later, you were desperate to see him smile again. You quickly change the direction of the conversation. 

“What happens if we find another Aether core or fragment? How does that help us?”

He presses your back lightly urging you to stand. He wraps his arm around you, helping you out of the bathtub. He takes a towel and starts drying you off gently. You raise your arms and turn in a circle for him, he chuckles. When you face him his smile has returned. 

“Well, it might strengthen our connection. Stabilize it. May change our evol or strengthen it.” You grab the new towel off the rack and he holds onto your hips as you dry him off.

“So was the protocore at the auction…” 

“It was a decoy. I have people testing it now. It was strange, the energy it gave off... It drained me. If it hadn’t been broken, I don’t like to think about what could have happened.” He leans in and starts placing kisses to your neck, you’ve stopped trying to dry him at this point leaning into his kisses.

“So we keep searching. We’re in this together, okay?” He cups your face in his hands. 

“Okay.” 

He takes the towel from your hands and tosses it on the counter. His hands slowly reach around you to grab your ass, he pulls you to him, his erection pressing against your stomach.

“Don’t you have a meeting in an hour?” Your voice is gruff as his hands squeeze.

“That’s more than enough time to fuck you senseless.” You let your head tip backwards, his lips pressing against your jaw. Your arms wrap around his neck.

“Promises. Promises.” 

He laughs, moving swiftly to pick you up and place you on the bathroom counter. He captures your lips with his. He presses your shoulders back to the mirror, you shift your ass forward and relax into the position. He pulls away from your lips bringing them down your neck, to your collarbone and over your breasts. He places a gentle kiss to your nipple before he takes the bud between his teeth, biting lightly. You grab onto the back of his neck.

“Sy!” 

You feel him smile against your skin before his lips continue down your body. He kneels with his head between your thighs. He drapes your legs over his shoulders and looks up at you with the slyest of grins. You’re about to give him an earful, but he sinks his face into you. His tongue pressing directly into your pussy with no hesitation, his nose pressed against your clit. Your eyes roll back and you gasp.

He speeds up his movements, rubbing his nose against your clit faster and faster. His tongue thrusts and swirls inside you, savoring every ounce of your arousal. He wastes no time, he has a meeting to get to after all.

Ding Ding

Sylus’s phone chimes on the other side of the room where your discarded clothes are. Sylus swears under his breath before rising to his feet, his chin and nose coated in your wetness. You let out a small whimper.

“I’m sorry kitten, there’s an emergency apparently.” He strides over to his jacket. And as frustrated as you are, you enjoy this view of his ass. Sylus retrieves his phone from his jacket pocket.

“What?” His voice is cold. 

The need for friction between your legs is nearly impossible to ignore. So, you decide not to ignore it. Your fingers find your clit and you start to trace circles, being more rough than usual, you stare at Sylus letting your desires fuel the speed. You moan quietly, but Sylus still hears you. He turns and looks at you, eyes wide as he realizes what you’re doing. 

“No no, I’m still here. Did he say why he wants to attend?” His voice is strained. Keeping it professional while watching you play with yourself is proving to be very challenging. 

You spread yourself open as your middle finger glides over your opening. Your long strokes gather your arousal. You finally push your finger into your pussy, feeling how wet you are pushes you to move your fingers faster against your clit. Your breathing is erratic and your legs twitch slightly, but your eyes are locked on Sylus. And from the look on his face, he looks as if he’s about to cum from just watching you. You slide another finger inside and a deep growl escapes your throat.

“I’m on my way.” Sylus says and hangs up quickly, dropping his phone on the clothes pile. 

He crosses the bathroom in a blink and places his hand over yours, putting more pressure against your clit. He buries his face into your neck and nibbles at the soft skin under your jaw. Stars cross your vision as you near your release. 

“Sy… I need to cum…” 

Sylus pulls your hand away and reaches down to place his leaking tip at your entrance. He rubs himself against your clit. 

“Say please.” Sylus whispers. His hand reaches up to wrap around your neck. As his grip tightens and your breath hitches, you wrap your legs around him.

“You’re the worst…” You mutter between gasps. Sylus pulls back and tries to move away from you. You throw your arms around him and dig your nails into his back.

“No no no… please please Sy… please…” Your words rushed and desperate. 

Sylus smirks before pushing into you, hard. Pleasure mixes with pain, as he starts to thrust into you rapidly. Your head presses back into the mirror and Sylus grunts at every thrust, feeling his hips slam against yours, a symphony of wet slaps fill the space around you. 

Ding ding

Sylus’ phone chimes again. Frustrated moans leave both you and Sylus’ mouth. Sylus’ pace never falters. He tucks his hands under your knees and pulls them upwards, placing your feet flat on the counter. He wraps his forearms around your thighs, using them as anchors. With your legs pushed closer to you, Sylus is able to dive deeper. Slamming against your deepest sweet spots. 

“Fuck-in he-hell…” Sylus mutters against your chest. 

Ding

Now it’s your phone ringing. Your fingernails dig into Sylus forearms, forcing Sylus to pull back and you pull him into a kiss, trapping him against you. His pace becomes more erratic and you feel every twitch of his cock as he unloads into you. Your release is not far behind, you break away from him and scream his name. Sylus holds onto your thighs, rocking your forward, working both of you through the peak of your joined climaxes.

Ding

Your phone rings again. Sylus finally pulls out, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got to get to this meeting, jackass arrived early and brought a special guest. I’ll bring back dinner, okay?” You nod and kiss him before he leaves to get dressed.

You hop off the counter and shuffle to your clothes to grab your phone. You place a towel on the vanity chair before sitting down. You finally open your messages.

(Dorian) Call me.  (Dorian) It’s urgent.

You press the call button and it rings only one time before Dorian picks up.

“You need to come to the office.” Dorian’s voice is cold and bitter.

“What’s going on?” You try to mentally prepare for Dorian’s latest tirade. 

“Sylus has been lying to you.” You roll your eyes. 

“Dorian, you’ve been suspicious since-” Dorian cuts you off.

“Onychinus is behind Ridgeway Liquors burning down.”

“What?”

“Sylus is Oni.”

Tag List (comment if you wanna be added!): @trishiepo0 @not-so-quite-human

When your slow burn story is too slow burn, so you do 2 spicy chapters back to back... maybe 3... Smile.

[stelashe]

Napoletani want to be oppressed so bad it's a kink ...che poi se la cantano e se la suonano nessuno ha detto mai niente

[killiandestroy]

ieri stavo lavorando al PC e ho messo la tv di sottofondo e c'erano puntate della prima stagione dei cesaroni e io avevo completamente rimosso la storyline di marco e della professoressa d'italiano ma perché mi chiedo perché siamo ossessionati dalle """storie d'amore""" tra insegnanti e alunni ma sopratutto alunni delle scuole superiori minori o a malapena maggiorenni santo cielo

[ordinaryxxgirl]

@haemoxin​ asked:  (⊙_⊙;)

  It was, probably, dangerous of Leslie to leave Lili alone with patrons in the strip club she’d convinced her lover to come with her to, considering how irresistible the other was. But...At some point, she could hardly be blamed for wanting to go hijack the ladies’ room and risk being caught naked just so she could shamelessly get off to how absurdly hot her girlfriend looked for their date...And, of course, about having their clothing totally forgotten while the redhead got her brains fucked into mush.

  Fortunately, nobody seemed to be bothering with the bathroom for the time being, so Leslie could use the knotted dildo she’d snuck with her to moan out Lili’s name in peace as she bounced on it as shamelessly as possible. And, for a good half-hour, she’d managed just that...At least, until Lili had come to, presumably, check on her only to find the actress completely stuffing her pussy with the thickest sex toy she owned.

  On the one hand, being caught by her partner outside of the usual places was embarrassing, in a sense...But, on the other, they’d fucked in much more open places, so Lili probably didn’t care as much...And, more importantly, the redhead really needed Lili railing her right now...Finally, she managed to stammer out a proposition, right as she hilted her dildo into her glisteningly moist pussy.

  “Ahh...Nn, L-Lili...F-Fuck, you had to come in now...H-Hey, you wanna fuck? I-I...I really need you...”

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚

gangleader!sukuna x reader, modern au

tags: daddy kink, dirty talk, blowjob, sukuna speaks italian, petnames in italien translations: piccola - little one/baby principessa – princess che brava – (what a) good girl sei carina, lo sai? – you're cute, you know? ti piace, piccola? – you like it, little one? notes: minors dni wc: 3.6k

Life was tough. At least your life was.

Living alone in this day and age was expensive and to pay your student loans was almost impossible. Yes, you could go the easy route and just sell your body or some pictures but that really wasn’t your style. You weren’t going to turn your body into a product. So, when a man called Toji came up to you, asking how much you were worth for the night, you rejected him and asked if you could do something else that would earn you just as much money. The handsome man simply smirked before your criminal life started. Ever since then your job was to “exchange fake money with real money”. Money laundering.

And you did just that. Asking your friends to lend you money and giving them back fake money, returning products you bought with the fake money, asking people if they could change one bill for another. It worked. The last few months worked without any problems at all. This month however was an absolute nightmare. Not only did Toji give you way more money than usual, you were in the middle of exam season. You were running behind and Toji warned you that his boss, Sukuna, was not pleased with your current status. Well, it’s not like you could do anything about it anyway.

As the heavy front door creaked open, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, burdened with the weight of deadlines, exams and Toji’s constant warnings. Your footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway, each one a testament to the fatigue that settled deep within your bones. With heavy shoulders and a weary sigh, you dragged yourself through the threshold of your home, longing for the solace of your own space. The weight of your backpack seemed to increase with every step, a physical manifestation of the mental strain you had endured throughout the day. As you entered your room, the soft glow of your desk lamp provided a faint comfort, but even its warmth couldn't dispel the overwhelming sense of stress that enveloped you. Toji kept sending you messages, telling you to hurry up and wash the money. Another sigh fell from your lips as you let your backpack and jacket fall to the ground. The moment you turned around you started to scream – a stranger was sitting on your bed.

Sukuna, the embodiment of wrath and power, sat on the edge of the bed, his presence casting a palpable aura of danger in the room. Clad in a white shirt and black pants that hugged his form with menacing elegance, his usually composed demeanor was shattered by a seething anger that simmered just beneath the surface. The fabric strained against his muscles as if unable to contain the sheer force of his rage. With a clenched jaw and eyes ablaze with fury, he exuded an aura of dominance that commanded attention. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to contain the tempest within him. Every breath he took seemed to echo with the promise of destruction, a silent warning to those who dared to cross him. Despite the veneer of sophistication his attire provided, there was no mistaking the primal wrath that pulsed through his veins, ready to unleash chaos upon any who dared provoke him.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Ain’t no way you’re talking to your leader like this, stupida.”

Realization hit instantly. This was what Toji was warning you from the whole time. It was Sukuna – the gang leader. You heard a lot of terrifying things about him. The name of Sukuna Ryomen struck terror into the hearts of all who dared to utter it. A gang leader with a penchant for unspeakable cruelty, his reign of terror was marked by a litany of horrifying deeds that stained the streets with blood and despair. From the depths of his depravity, tales whispered of Sukuna's penchant for gruesome displays of power — from the grisly dismemberment of rivals left as warnings, their mutilated remains strewn across the city like macabre ornaments, to the innocent lives snuffed out in acts of ruthless vengeance. His depraved appetite for control knew no bounds, his twisted machinations orchestrating a symphony of fear that echoed through the alleys and corridors of the urban labyrinth he ruled with an iron fist. Behind the facade of opulence and influence, Sukuna's true legacy lay in the shattered lives and haunted souls that bore witness to his reign of terror, forever scarred by the horrifying specter of his atrocities.

It was the first time that you actually saw him and it was the first time that you instantly got on your knees for a man. You knew you had to show your utmost respect to this man. “I am so sorry. I–I didn’t know. Please forgive me, Sukuna.”

A grin graced his face as he saw you submit to him so quickly. He loved that fear struck anyone who laid eyes upon him. On top of that: You were a beauty. However he could not just look over your lack of achievements. At first he was impressed by your work. You managed to wash all the money and not have a single cop suspicious of you, you were smart and didn’t tell a living soul about your connection to Sukuna’s gang. So, he decided to give you some more money, he was sure that you were able to handle it. You weren’t and you took none of Toji’s – his right hand – warnings seriously.

“You look good begging on your knees, piccola. You would have made way more money on the streets, you know?”, he snickered, Toji told him about your decision to never sell yourself. Sukuna respected that as long as you still somehow benefited him. “Toji warned you, didn’t he? You’re behind. Why are you fucking up my business, y/n?”

The flicker of a lighter cast an eerie glow upon his features, accentuating the cold calculation that lurked behind his piercing gaze. With practiced nonchalance, he retrieved a cigarette from its pack, his fingers deftly manipulating the slender cylinder with an air of arrogance. Ignoring the palpable tension that hung in the air like a shroud, he brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette, a small ember igniting amidst the darkness. The sharp inhale of smoke filled the room, intertwining with your fear, a sinister dance that mirrored the power dynamics at play. In that moment, as the tendrils of smoke curled around him like malevolent serpents, Sukuna asserted his dominance with a single, calculated gesture, cementing his control over both the room and its trembling inhabitant.

“I–It’s just exam season…and I was given more than usual…I am really, from the bottom of my heart, sorry for everything.” You were frozen in the oppressive atmosphere of Sukuna's presence, your heart hammering in your chest like a caged bird desperate for escape. As he lit up a cigarette with an effortless display of power, you couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down your spine, your nerves alight with a cocktail of fear and anticipation. Your breath caught in your throat, caught between the instinct to flee and the inexplicable pull of his dominating presence. Despite the terror that coiled in the pit of your stomach, there was an undeniable undercurrent of arousal that stirred within you, a primal response to the sheer force of his authority. The way he commanded the room with effortless control sent a shiver of excitement coursing through your veins, igniting a fire of desire that burned beneath the surface of fear. In the face of his overwhelming dominance, you found yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your body betraying you with each racing heartbeat as you struggled to navigate the complex interplay of fear and desire that pulsed between you two.

Sukuna's gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced through your facade of fear with unnerving precision. In the flickering light of the room, his eyes seemed to strip away your defenses, laying bare the tangled web of emotions that churned within you. He could sense the trembling of your limbs, the rapid rise and fall of your chest betraying the fear that gripped you. But beneath that fear, there simmered something else — a raw, primal desire that pulsed with a rhythm all its own. With a predatory grin, Sukuna leaned in closer to your kneeling form, his voice a low, husky murmur that seemed to caress the very air around. "I can see right through you, piccola," he murmured, his words laden with a dangerous allure that sent a thrill coursing through your veins. "You can't hide that hunger from me." And in that moment, as the tension crackled between you like electricity, you realized that you were completely at his mercy, your desires laid bare for him to see.

As Sukuna's penetrating gaze lingered on you, you felt a flush of embarrassment spread across your cheeks like wildfire. Caught in the crosshairs of his scrutiny, you wished you could disappear into the shadows, away from the intensity of his knowing stare. The revelation of your hidden desire left you feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way you had never experienced before. Each beat of your heart seemed to echo the rhythm of your mortification, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to meet his eyes, you lowered your gaze to the ground, willing yourself to shrink away from the searing intensity of his presence. In that moment, you felt small and insignificant, your embarrassment a stark reminder of your own vulnerability in the face of his commanding dominance “Excuse me…?”

Sukuna leaned back again, a smug grin on his face “Come closer, principessa, kneel right in front of me.”

Every word was your command. Slowly you got closer. Sukuna lounged on the edge of the bed with an air of undeniable authority, his legs spread wide in a display of dominance that seemed to fill the room. Clad in sleek black pants, he exuded an aura of raw masculinity that was impossible to ignore. Before him, you knelt with a mixture of trepidation and submission, your eyes downcast as you awaited his next command. The tension between you crackled in the air like electricity, the space between you charged with unspoken desires and untamed passions. The balance of power shifted palpably, with Sukuna reigning supreme over his willing captive, your fates intertwined in the complex dance of dominance and submission.

With a gesture both possessive and tender, Sukuna's hand descended upon your head, his touch gentle yet commanding as he stroked your hair like a prized possession. His fingers traced the curve of your skull with an almost possessive reverence, eliciting a shiver of submission that coursed through your veins. In the silent exchange between you each caress was a silent affirmation of his dominance. With a soft, whispered command, he guided your head to rest upon his thigh, the weight of your submission a tangible presence that settled between. In this intimate tableau, you surrendered yourself completely to his will, your breath mingling with the fabric of his pants as you lay vulnerable and exposed before him, a willing captive to his every whim.

“Sei carina, lo sai? Look up at me with those big innocent eyes. Wanna seduce me, piccola?” As Sukuna's hand firmly grasped your head, a jolt of arousal surged through you, your pulse quickening with an intensity that matched the grip of his fingers. The sensation of his touch, commanding yet possessive, sent a thrill through, igniting a fire of desire that burned hotter with each passing moment. Caught in the vice-like grip of his hand, you felt a surge of excitement welling up within you, your breath hitching in your throat as you succumbed to the intoxicating power of his dominance. The boundaries between fear and desire blurred into nothingness, your body responding instinctively to his commanding presence with a hunger that you could scarcely contain.

“D–Did you just call me cute?”

“Is that all you have to say about it?”, With a deft motion, Sukuna's thumb traced the line of your cheek, his touch both possessive and tender as he caressed your skin with a commanding intimacy. As his thumb lingered at the corner of your lips, a surge of anticipation rippled through you, your breath catching in your throat at the tantalizing prospect of what was to come. With a boldness born of desire, you parted your lips ever so slightly, inviting him to delve deeper into the depths of your surrender. Without hesitation, Sukuna's thumb slipped past your lips, his touch igniting a symphony of sensations that danced upon your tongue. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and desire that left you dizzy with need. You surrendered yourself completely to his touch, you felt a primal connection forming between you, binding you together in a web of desire that defied all logic and reason. And as you savored the taste of him upon your lips, you knew that you belonged to him utterly and completely, your surrender a testament to the irresistible pull of his dominance.

With an air of unwavering confidence, Sukuna basked in your submission, relishing in the power he wielded over you. His gaze, smoldering with desire and dominance, held you captive, each glance a silent command that you willingly obeyed. As he felt you yield to his touch, a predatory smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his satisfaction evident in the way he savored your surrender. With a voice that dripped with authority, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he posed the question that hung between you like a tantalizing promise. “Che brava. Wanna make me feel good, piccola? Wanna taste something else?” he murmured, his words laced with a potent blend of desire and challenge.

With a silent nod, you affirmed your desire to delve deeper into the intoxicating dance of submission and dominance that bound you to Sukuna. Your breath hitched in anticipation as you watched him lean back with a self-assured grace, his movements deliberate as he reached for the buckle of his pants. The sound of leather against metal echoed in the hushed room, each click and slide a symphony of anticipation. With each movement, the air seemed to crackle with an electrifying tension, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy between you like a veil of desire. As he freed himself from the confines of his pants, a thrill of excitement surged through you. As you watched him bare himself before you, you knew that there was no turning back — you were his, body and soul, bound to him in a fiery embrace of passion and submission.

He was big. Bigger than you were used to. It was veiny, long, thick and circumcised. “Ti piace, piccola?” Him speaking Italian turned you on even more. It suited him – his aura, his appearance, his dominance.

With a mixture of trepidation and eagerness, you lowered yourself before Sukuna, your heart pounding in your chest with a heady mixture of anticipation and desire. As you met his gaze, you found yourself ensnared by the raw intensity of his eyes, their smoldering depths fueling the flames of your arousal. With trembling hands, you traced the contours of his thighs, your touch a silent prayer for permission as you inched closer to your purpose. And when you felt the heat of him against your lips, a thrill surged through you, your mouth watering with a hunger that mirrored the primal need that pulsed within your veins.

“Brava piccola.” With a commanding yet tender touch, Sukuna threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements with a firm guidance that left you breathless with desire. As you wrapped your lips around his cock, you savored the taste of him upon your tongue. With each eager suck and swirl of your tongue, you sought to please him, your own pleasure intertwined with the intoxicating thrill of his approval. 

As the heat of passion consumed you, Sukuna's dominance surged to the forefront, his grip on your hair tightening with a commanding force as he pushed your head down onto him with an urgency that bordered on ferocity. He started fucking your face, with each rough thrust, he plunged deeper into the depths of your mouth, his movements guided by an insatiable hunger. The air was thick with the heady scent of your shared arousal, the sound of your ragged breaths mingling with the wet, slick sounds of his cock going deep into your throat. In the depths of your submission your senses were overwhelmed by the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and pain.

“Hmm…fuck, you feel perfect, piccola. Was made to suck my cock. Look at you, taking it in so good.”

With each forceful thrust, Sukuna primal desire surged forth, his movements a testament to the raw intensity of his need. As he plunged deeper into your mouth, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your senses drowning in the overwhelming tide of sensation. The taste of him upon your tongue was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and passion that left you trembling with desire. Suddenly he pulled you off his cock, leaving you out of breath, your cheeks soaked with your tears.

You lowered your head, licking and sucking his balls as you started to jerk him off simultaneously. As you lavished attention upon him, your mouth and hands working in tandem to pleasure him, he unleashed a torrent of dirty whispers that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

“My good little girl.”

“You’ll make daddy cum, piccola.”

“Fuck, makes me want to make you mine, principessa.”

His voice, low and husky with desire, filled the air with a symphony of erotic promises, each word a tantalizing invitation to delve deeper into the depths of the shared ecstasy. Your own desire surged to dizzying heights, your arousal palpable in the slick heat that pooled between your thighs.

As the crescendo of pleasure reached its peak, Sukuna's primal instincts surged forth, his release imminent and inevitable. With a guttural groan of satisfaction, he surrendered himself to the relentless tide of ecstasy, his body tensing with the force of his climax. In a torrent of raw passion, he came, his hot seed spilling forth, coating your face with its warmth. You gasped in surprise and ecstasy as you felt him release, your skin bathed in the sticky warmth of his essence. And as you looked up at him with eyes glazed with desire, you knew that in that moment, you had become a vessel for his pleasure, your own desires subservient to the intoxicating power of his dominance.

As Sukuna beheld the aftermath of his release, a smug grin spread across his lips, his satisfaction evident in the arrogant tilt of his chin. With a sense of ownership that bordered on arrogance, he surveyed you before him, your face adorned with the evidence of his dominance. His gaze lingered on the trails of his cum that glistened upon your skin, a testament to the primal power he wielded over you. With a low chuckle that reverberated through the room, he voiced his approval, relishing in the sight of his essence decorating your face like a badge of honor.

“Suits you, piccola. You look pretty with my cum all over your slutty face. Should take a picture as blackmail material.” For Sukuna, there was no greater pleasure than seeing his cum adorning your face, a physical manifestation of his power and control over you. He gazed upon you with a possessive gleam in his eyes, he knew that he had claimed you completely, body and soul, in a fiery embrace of dominance and submission.

With a swift and fluid motion, Sukuna straightened himself, the clink of his belt buckle punctuating the air as he secured it with a confident flick of his wrist. His movements were calculated and precise, every gesture a testament to the unwavering confidence that defined his persona. As he stood before you, your gaze lingered on him, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of his commanding presence. With a final glance, he bestowed upon you a smug smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over you.

“Would love to fuck your sweet lil’ pussy right now but I still have some business to attend to, piccola. By the way, you have two more weeks for that money. Next time around it won’t end this way.”

Without another word, Sukuna turned on his heel and made his way toward the door, his steps echoing in the quiet room with a sense of finality. His departure left a palpable void in his wake, a reminder of the fleeting nature of their passionate encounter. And as he disappeared into the shadows, you left alone with your thoughts, your body still humming with the remnants of the pleasure you gave him. You knew that you would forever be under his spell, your desires forever entwined with his in a web of lust and submission. Though you did wish that he would have did something to you.

Just when you decided to play with yourself you heard your phone ring – a message from an unknown number.

Ciao piccola, wait for daddy. I’ll be back in two hours. I want your pussy to be soaking wet.

[luvyeni]

𐙚 : SOMEONE WALKING IN ON YOU W/ RIIZE (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. oral ( f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, being walked in on

request: riize reaction to being cockblocked ...

authors note. i hope you like it babez, i hope this is what you wanted 🩷🫶🏾!!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !

embarrassed to say the least; like he can't even look his member in the eye. he didn't even notice sungchan walk into the room , his face nuzzled in between your neck, leaving little marks on your precious skin; heavily breathing as he slowly rocked his hips; his cock rubbing against your clothed heat. "fu-fuck taro." you moaned out — he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside you. he pulled away from you neck, smiling down at you as he unbuckled his pants. "gonna treat you so good baby." he said ready to free his cock out. "fuck you nice." you whimpered out, but before he could, the door came swinging open. "bro you wan— oh fuck im so sorry." he quickly did a 360, closing the door. shotaro was red in the face; just wanting the world the swallow him hole. "i-i thought i locked the door." he said. "it's okay." he whined , the mood no longer there, hiding his face in your neck. "taro it's okay." he shook his head. "no it's not." you just laughed, scratching his head.

"we gotta double che— no triple check the door next time we have sex."

𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !

annoyed is what he is — cause even if he wasn't doing anything; why the hell are you bursting through his door like that? his members knew that if you were over and his door was closed — then don't come in; apparently sohee didn't get that. "i don't want to hear anything out of you." he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, you bit down on your lip hard; keeping all your noises inside as he curled his fingers , your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "look at you slut, going dumb just from my fingers." he smirked. "gonna cum for me?" you felt your orgasm approaching — to bad the door open , making eunseok halt his movement, his head snapping to whoever it was. "hyung— get out, now." he deadpanned. sohee didn't even need to understand what was going on, but he heard to tone of his friends voice and immediately walked out. "fucking hell." he cursed under his breath, turning back to you , his fingers still inside you.

"don't think i didn't feel your cunt clench when he walked in — fucking whore you wanted someone to catch us."

𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

he wouldn't even know to be honest; neither one of you would honestly — when you two have sex , the entire world doesn't exist at that moment, only the feeling of sweet cunt tightening around him as you rode his cock. "sh-shit baby, keep going." he groaned. "that's use my cock baby, fuck yourself on me." his hands coming down to your ass, slapping it. "faster baby." you rocked your hips faster , holding yourself up — bucking up into you. "sh-shit princess you're gonna make me cum." both of your highs vastly approaching. both of you so wrapped up in each other, neither one of you notice eunseok walk right into the room, quickly walking back out. "fuck!" his hips stilling, as your legs shook both of you cumming hard , his cock twitching as he came inside your hole. "fuck baby, you feel so good." he groaned. after he cleans you up , and your both cuddled up in his bed, when you bring it up. "did someone walk in on us?" he shrugged , bringing you closer to his body.

"at least they got a good show, you look so fucking sexy bouncing on my cock."

𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !

another one who would be pissed off , he finally got you alone after being bothered all day by his members; not having a minute of alone time — him sitting up against the headboard; you sitting on your knees, in between his legs, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. "fuuuuuck baby that's." he groaned, his hands on your head , pushing you further down on his cock , you gagged on his cock , spit spilling out from the cornrs of your mouth. "make a mess on my cock." this is all he wanted , was to feel your mouth on him, alone on his bedroom; away from everyone — anton clearly didn't get the memo. "hyung food is — oh my god!" wonbin quickly picked up a pillow chucking it at the poor boy who was already trying to get out the room. "can't even get a second of peace in the damn dorm." the moment was clearly gone, you pulled off of him, he tucked himself away. "get dressed." he said. "where are we going?"

"to your house , im not gonna walk around with a hard on because they don't know what

𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !

his only worry is if they saw you or not; if they didn't then oh well they should've knocked , he's not gonna focus on it for too long especially if you still want to continue after. "you feeling good princess." he slowly rocked his hips , his cock dragging along your walls, your sweet cunt fluttering around him , both of you in complete ecstacy. "hannie." he hushed you up with a kiss. "shh baby, don't want them to hear how pretty you are." he groaned. you looked so pretty, your chest heaving up and down , tits bouncing with every thrust — your pretty does eyes looking up at him, you looked so good. "fuck baby you're perfect, gonna fill you up with my cum." you were on cloud nine, so you didn't hear the door open or shotaro walking in — you just felt seunghan covering your naked body. "oh fuck im so sorry." he ran out closing the door. "who was that?" he didn't say anything , just continued to rock his hips, you moaned out.

"don't worry about it princess — fuck, just keep your eyes on me pretty girl."

𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !

#1 munch right here!! he doesn't care if someone is in the room , when his mouth is on your pretty cunt , lapping up everything you had to offer; your hands yanking at his hair signaling for him to slow down. "fu-fuck sohee." you moaned. "slow down , your friends are still outside." he hummed against your cunt , but he didn't slow down; so drunk on your pussy he couldn't bring himself to slow down, his nose brushing against your clit. "fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum." you whimpered , tugging at his hair , he moaned out. you both swore you locked the door — but that was proven wrong when the door opened , sungchan walking; both of you making eye contact , you shrieked. "of yn im sorry." he covered his eyes, walking out. "so-sohee fuck stop." you pulled him off of you. "what baby?" he wiped his plump red lips. "did you not hear the door open , sungchan walked in." you were heavy breathing. "it's alright baby." he smirked , kissing your clit.

"you should've let him stay , so he can see how pretty you look with you're cumming on my face."

𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !

he is mortified — the last thing he wanted was for one of his hyungs to walk in on him and you in the current position you were in; but you insisted that you'd be quiet, and he really couldn't say no, especially when you were grinding against his hardening cock. "oh-oh fuck." he moaned, you shushed him. "they'll hear you if you keep making noises." you groaned against his ear, biting down on his lobe. "ca-can't help it." his big hands in your ass, rocking back and forth. "you feel so good." he sighed. wonbin didn't mean any harm , he swore — but the he could've sworn he heard a pained noise coming from antons room; and he didnt know you were there— which lead to him opening the door. "anton you okay?" the horror on all of your faces, wonbin quickly shuffling out the room, yelling "lock the door next time!" it's safe to say both of you were even to scared to continue. "even with the door locked, the fact that he knows what we're doing is haunting me." you climbed off of him.

"i swear i won't even kiss you when he's around , i won't be able to look him in the eyes again."

©️LUVYENI

[deathshallbenomore]

comunque all’evento con francesco costa si è generata istantaneamente una tale fila di gente che chiedeva autografi selfie etc che pareva la fila per l’eucaristia. in attesa per il corpo di cristo. okay!

[demonic0angel]

Minor prompt

Jazz can't cure Jason's pit rage, but che can take it from him. She's mostly mentally stable enough to restrain it, but we do still get scenes like Red Hood Assistant Jazz responding to being threatened by ripping off a guy's arm and beating someone else to death with it. Jazz doesn't rage often, but when she does, it's brutal.

“Everyone! Quick! Scatter!” Someone shouted.

Another person paused, confused. “Why? What happened? Did the Bats arrive?”

The same person who first shouted shook his head, eyes wide. “No. Even worse. Wolf is in a bad mood!”

There was a pause. Then everyone scattered like rats. Just as the last person was ducking behind a desk, the door to the hideout opened with a bang and a tall figure strode through. She was radiating rage and darkness and she entered the room without a care.

In her hands was an unconscious man that she dragged across the floor by his hair.

Another door to the hideout opened, and the Red Hood, their boss, walked in.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as Wolf’s cold aura immediately lessened drastically.

Red Hood walked over to her casually, helmet tilting as he looked at the person whose hair was being clenched within Wolf’s fist.

“… so what’s this?”

“Just an animal I had to deal with,” replied Wolf cooly. She bowed her head. “I’ll clean up after myself.”

Red Hood chuckled, the noise coming out mechanical. “It’s alright, Princess. I’ll get someone else to do it. Why don’t you sit down and take a drink? You’re probably tired.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yep. Go and relax. It’s a sorry day in hell when I’m the calm one and you’re the angry one.”

Wolf was silent and then she sighed. She unceremoniously dropped the body she was holding and then nodded. “Yessir.”

She turned and then left the room to the lounge. Red Hood tapped his foot on the ground and then said, “Alright, I need someone to put this guy in the interrogation room. I also need two other people to clean up the blood on the floor.”

Everyone quickly complied, thankful that for some odd reason, Wolf and Red Hood could calm each other down so easily.

[kpop---scenarios]

Day Eight: Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: Smut.. noona smut [18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1k

Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin | Day Three: Changbin | Day Four: Jisung | Day Five: Lee Know | Day Six: Seungmin | Day Seven: Chan |

If there was one man you would do anything for, it was Hwang Hyunjin. Even though you were older than him in the friend group, he somehow had managed to wrap you around his finger. If he had told you to drop to your knees right now, while a group of you sat around playing games for game night, you would have replied ‘yes sir.’

You were pretty sure he knew this, but you also knew you had him wrapped around your finger. You and Hyunjin had an interesting relationship, friends who flirt a lot, with stolen touches and glances, but neither of you had ever made a move. You were sure it was just for fun on his side, and he didn't really mean anything by it. But you? You'd drop everything for this man.

You sat on the chair, your legs crossed as you moved your player on the board, your skirt not quite long enough to cover all of your thigh and riding up everytime you adjusted. As you laugh at a comment someone else made you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look up, glancing around the room, seeing Hyunjin eyeing up your legs, biting his lip as he eye fucks you. You can feel the blush creep across your face as you take another sip of your drink, the alcohol flowing nicely through your body.

“I'll be right back.” You say, standing up, walking out of the living room and towards the bathroom. You needed a minute because drunk you with a horny Hyunjin was not a good mix and you didn't want to do anything that could ruin the two of you. You stared at yourself in the mirror convincing yourself that he's just drunk and he's just trying to rile you up for fun. You smoothed out your skirt, fixing yourself up before you left the bathroom, turning out the light and walking through the dark hallway. You can hear the laughter in the living room as you get closer until someone comes out from the dark, placing his hand over your mouth, pinning you against the wall. Your eyes adjust to the dark quickly, you see Hyunjin pinning himself against you, his face so close to yours.

“Noona.” He breathes. “Fuck, cant you see what you do to me?” He asks. He opens your shirt, grabbing your tits before dropping down to his knees. He moves his hands under your skirt, pulling your panties down before setting your leg over his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?” You gasp, your hands trying to grip the wall as he licks a long strip up your pussy.

“Tell me you don't want this and we can both walk out of here..but if you do shut the fuck up and cum on my face.” He breathes. You nod your head yes before you place your hand over your mouth, knowing you've wanted this for so long. He moves back between your legs. Hyunjin latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly as he inserts two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of your already soaked pussy. Hyunjin takes his other hand, roaming your body with it, grabbing onto whatever part of you he can as he licks and slurps in your cunt. You squeeze your eyes closed, running your hands through his hair, grabbing on tightly to grind yourself on his face.

“Fuck.” You pant. “Right there.” You cry, trying to keep your voice low. The anticipation of knowing someone could come around the corner at any second was so fucking thrilling. Hyunjin flicks your clit with his tongue, aggressively ramming his fingers into you, trying to make you cum as fast as he can. He knew the two of you didn't have much time but he couldn't wait any longer for you.

“Shit.. I'm cumming.” You gasp, losing control of your body as your orgasm jolts through your body. You weakly take your leg from his shoulder, breathing heavily as he stands up, turning you around. You can hear him undoing his belt buckle behind you, pulling his pants down just enough to slip his cock out.

He presses his chest against your back as he kicks your feet apart, breathing into your ear as he slides his thick cock inside of you. You gasp loudly, making him slap his hand over your mouth. “I'm sorry Noona, this is gonna be quick.” He grunts, pushing himself deeper in you. His lips brush your ear, he quietly pants and moans into your ear with each thrust. His mouth roams your shoulder and neck as he shoves his cock into you.

“Where's Y/N and Hyunjin?” You can hear someone ask. It only made you wetter as Hyunjin picks up his pace, fucking you harder.

“Pussy so tight.” He whispers into your ear, moving his hand down from your mouth to wrap it around your neck. You lean your head back against him, giving him better access to squeeze. He tightly grips your neck, fucking you faster, breathy moans falling around the two of you.

“I'm gonna fucking cum.” He groans, releasing his hot, thick load into your cunt, pressing you into the wall even harder as he comes down from his high.

Hyunjin pulls his cock from inside of you, turning you around, kissing you hard. “I'm not even close to being done with you.” He breathes. “Go to my room, I'll be right there.” He says, adjusting himself. You do as you're told, heading to his room and you lay down on the bed, legs spread with his cum seeping out of you. Hyunjin heads to the living room, a grin spread across his face.

“Where's Y/N?” Chan asks. “Why are you all happy?”

“I'm not even gonna lie to you guys. I just fucked Y/N in the hallway and we're just getting started.. so turn the music up.” He laughs, turning around to head to his room. He walks in, closing the door behind him, seeing you spread out on his bed waiting for him.

“Ready for round two?”