#i just think he fucks with the talking heads so hard

[eraserbread]

your husband, nanami, finally gives you the one thing you've been pining over

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nanami spoils you rotten. he's starting to see that, now.

you wanted a house? a week later he slid the deed to you over dinner.

that new egregiously priced sectional you've been eyeing? add to cart.

there was only one thing he fought you on.

"i'm sorry - just couldn't help but notice." ken walks into the bedroom where you're relaxing on your side of the bed, new fiction book in hand that you only just picked up. "is this your birth control? it was in the trash can..."

"oh." you reply haphazardly, flipping to page 28. "my doctor and I decided we'd take a few months off the daily's until my hormones even out."

poor kento - he has no idea what you're talking about, but he knows you never told him anything about hormones. "yes, I understand." no, he doesn't. "but what about contraception?"

"we'll be fine for a few weeks." you turn to the next page, deciding it being better not seeing his face right now. you wouldn't be fine - in fact, you're ovulating.

but, is it such a crime to have a baby with your extremely well-off, generous, yet supremely stubborn husband? the way he's acting, you would think so.

"i'm just supposed to not lay hands on you for a few weeks?"

"if that's what you feel like, yeah."

"hey." he suddenly crowds you, standing at your side of the bed and pushing your book down. "I don't like the nonchalant."

"just wear a condom, nanami." you flick his big hand away from your book, content just to rile him up a bit before accepting defeat.

you know what you're doing.

"nana..." he's repeating his name -- a name you never called him unless you were serious. "I'll give you time by yourself to cool off." he's at that tempered-state right before his self-control shatters; all he needed was another push.

"lock it behind you?"

"why do you need to lock the door?" you can see it as he faces your back to you, heading to give you some space before he's stopped by your words. this is a home of open doors- even if you're using the bathroom. it's a bit insulting that you'd want to lock the bedroom one now.

a flick of the finger finds you at page 30, and you smile as your main character is taunted and poked. " oh, nothing. just thought i'd try this new toy friend sent me."

"toy? are you trying to make me mad?" kento's glad to admit he's never even seen you whisper next to a sex toy when he's around. he truly is so spoiled.

the door in his hand he was about to close behind him, slams shut with a single push. it makes just enough noise to pull you from your relaxed state, lowering your book and furrowing a brow.

so, just imagine your ease and joy when he has you folded in a mating press a few minutes later, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he fucks you into the mattress. your knee is over his shoulder, thick, chiseled torso shining in the dull bedroom light under sex and sin. he looks so good like this -- eyes screwed shut and only blinking open to study your pained, but highly satisfied expression.

"you want a baby so damn bad, I'll give you a baby." he growls, taking your other knee in his strong hands to will you deeper into the position. you're aching already, and he was not the gentlest, but you loved every second of it.

it's nearly embarrassing just how wet you are, and ken can feel it as you squelch and weep for him. it's impossible to let up, you're fucking squeezing around his cock like you're trying to milk him dry, spilling out fitting endearances that lick over him, giving him reason to take you harder.

he's so hard it hurts -- it hurts because you're so beautiful and he loves you so much that he hogs all of his sweet, sweet seed for you all day until you're loose enough to take all of it.

but, you're so damn stubborn and you know how to frustrate him. he loves it. he lives for anything you give him -- it just gives him reason to fuck you a little harder after a long day. he knows you need that, so who cares if it takes a little bratting to get your way?

after all, he married you.

and it's pointed directly at your womb that he cums so fucking hard and deep. forcing himself to keep fucking you through it so he can pump his seed deeper and deeper until it has nowhere to go but up and out.

your stupid little plan worked. now, he has you bred and limp when he pulls out, leaving a sick stain of white between your thighs in his wake.

"you got what you wanted? happy now?" ken regards you with a glance over his shoulder as he scoots out of bed. you're staring at him unblinking, just taking in the way his strong back twitches with every move.

it's fucked-out and pliable that you give him a little nod, smiling soft at the corners, you mumble --

"...gonna have a baby... yay."

[rafesangelita]

♡ jj gets sheep!reader high for the first time..

warnings: perv!jj, smoking, teasing, dirty talk, slight manipulation, corruption kink, implications of reader being a virgin, dubcon (?), making out, dry humping, thigh riding, tit play, nipple sucking, squirting

wc: 1.0k

“you gotta stop being scared of this stuff,” jj looked up at you from his spot on the floor, his choppy bangs falling in his face as he rolled up a joint on an old dingy magazine, “a little bit of weed doesn’t hurt nobody.” you sighed, allowing your chin to rest in your hands. “does john b let you smoke in here?” jj waved off your question before pulling your arm so you could sit down next to him. scrambling off of the old mattress, you yelped when his hand traveled underneath your skirt.

“john b isn’t here, so whatever he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” you watched as jj licked a line across the rolling paper, your cheeks heating once he caught you staring at his tongue. you looked away quickly as jj’s laugh echoed in your ears. “y/n, if you’re curious all you gotta do is let me know. i’d be more than happy to show you some tongue work.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, the action only making you more embarrassed than you already were.

you were so easy to tease, jj leaned his back against the bed before handing you his lighter. “you light me up, sheep?” nodding pensively, jj watched as you lit the other end of his joint, the small flame flickering against your features. jj kept his eyes on you while he took the first drag, a laugh escaping him once he blew all the smoke in your face. you instantly sent yourself back, a string of coughs escaping your lips as you waved your hand in front of your face.

“why would you do that?!” you cried, softly shoving him away once he got you tucked into his side once again. “don’t get your panties in a twist, everyone does it, baby.” shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest as jj continued blowing puffs of smoke in your direction. with the windows shut and the door closed, it wasn’t long before the air in the room grew thick and hazy.

jj kept lighting up joint after joint, both of your brains becoming foggy as he pulled you on top of his lap. the cargo material of his shorts felt rough and scratchy against your skin, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he trailed his fingertips up and down your thighs. “when are you gonna let me get in these, hm?” you gasped softly when jj slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear, the elastic snapping back against your flesh as he pulled and let go of the lace trim.

you giggled when you felt his lips on your neck, the sensation making you squirm in his lap. “fuck, keep moving like that..” he groaned, planting his hands on your hips so he could drag you up and down his clothed cock. you blinked slowly, a small whimper sounding from you when you felt his hard-on sit snuggly between your wet folds. “i don’t think we should be doing this, jayj. i feel a little funny—” jj cut you off with a searing kiss, his teeth nipping your bottom lip in the process.

“shhh— you’re just a little high, don’t worry. you’re in some really good hands.” he whispered, his eyes growing dark at the sight of you in your slightly confused state. “don’t you feel good?” he watched as your gaze flickered across his face, your hands finding his shoulders as he continued his ministrations. all it took was one stroke against your sensitive bundle of nerves before you grew desperate for more friction, the scruffy blonde in front of you wasting no time in scooting you down so you were seated on top of his thigh.

“let’s see how messy you can get..” at his words, jj motioned for you to start moving, your damp panties leaving behind a wet patch as you started grinding down on him. grabbing onto the ruffles of your skirt, jj helped guide you over his thigh while you whimpered pathetically to yourself. “feel this, feel what you do to me?” he grabbed your hand and placed it over his erection, “you have no idea how long i’ve fantasized but taking this virgin pussy.” he tsked, leaning in to kiss you sloppily.

“so fucking sweet and innocent, i’m gonna take all of that away soon i fucking promise you.” you could feel the coil in your tummy grow tighter and tighter with each stroke of your clit against his shorts, your eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure wracking through your body. jj continued guiding your palm over his cock, his cheeks growing red as your whines turned into full blown cries, your tits spilling out of the sweetheart neckline of your top. “holy shit, these are perfect.” he marveled, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.

jj did the unthinkable as you nearly doubled over, your thighs burning with tension. “oh, jayj!” you cradled his head when he took your nipple in his mouth, his rough palm fondling the other as you approached the edge of your high. “mm— come on, give it to me, ‘pretty.” your hips stuttered as soon as you reached your climax, your orgasm making your heart beat in your ears as you let out a half shriek. burying your face in jj’s neck, you licked and nipped the sensitive flesh there before you felt a stream of wetness flow from between your thighs.

you gasped, both you and jj looking down at the mess you made. “oh my god,” your cheeks heated in embarrassment, “i’m so sorry i didn’t know i could i do that—” jj shushed you before you could get through apologizing all the way, “don’t say sorry. that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he helped you up, taking a seat at the edge of the bed before pushing you back on your knees. “wait, what are you doing, jay?” you watched as he quickly undid his belt, a smirk playing on his lips as you looked up at him with those clueless eyes of yours.

“i’m gonna teach you how to suck me off.”

[enhaflixer]

dom bf!jay x fucked outf!reader - jay pounding into you so hard ENHA HARD HOURS (18+ MDNI)

Jay is relentless.

You don’t even know how long he’s been fucking you—all you know is that your body is shaking, your throat is raw from screaming, and your mind is so fucking gone that you can barely think. Every thrust knocks something loose in your brain, every snap of his hips sends you spiraling into something filthy and overwhelming, every word from his mouth makes you burn.

And he’s still not done with you.

“You feel that?” he grits out, slamming into you so hard the headboard slams into the wall, your body jolting up the mattress with every brutal thrust. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

You nod, or at least you think you do, but it’s not enough for him. It’s never enough for him.

“Say it,” he orders, his voice low and rough, dripping with something dangerous. His fingers wrap around your throat, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Tell me how deep I am while I fucking ruin you.”

“F-fuck—Jay, you’re—” You can’t even get the words out before he pounds into you again, forcing another wrecked scream from your throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he growls. “Can’t even talk, can you? Can’t do a damn thing but lay there and take it.”

His tie—the only thing left on his body—dangles between you, and before you can even think about it, your shaking hands grab at it, yanking him down until his forehead presses against yours.

“Fucking desperate,” he taunts, but his voice shakes, like he’s just as wrecked as you are, like he’s holding on by a thread. “So fucking needy for me, you can’t stand it, huh?”

You can only whimper, body arching, legs shaking from how deep he’s splitting you open, and Jay fucking groans, his fingers digging deep into your hips, hard enough to bruise.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he pants, his voice drenched in lust. “Taking it so good. So fucking tight, baby, fuck—”

You feel lightheaded, your body overheating, your brain melting into pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes blur completely. Your nails sink into his back, dragging down hard, and he hisses, rutting into you even harder.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—” His voice catches, his pace going messy, and you know he’s close. “Shit, you’re—” He grits his teeth, forehead pressing against yours as he slams into you harder, chasing his own high.

“You gonna let me fucking come inside you?” His breath is ragged, his voice a low, desperate growl. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect—”

You nod frantically, your whole body tightening around him, and Jay loses it, hips snapping into you, pace completely brutal, his breathing stuttering as he finally lets go.

When he comes, he lets out a deep, filthy groan, head dropping to your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin, his whole body trembling from how hard he’s fucking finishing inside you.

For a second, neither of you move.

Then he lifts his head, smirking, and thrusts into you again.

Your whole body jerks, a sharp gasp leaving your lips, but Jay just grins, dark and satisfied.

“Yeah, no,” he murmurs, rolling his hips slowly, watching the way you twitch under him, still sensitive, still wrecked. “Not done with you yet, baby.”

And then he starts again.

[chansdoll]

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♡  ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] bf!chan x fem!reader . needy!channie , praise kink , tit job , blowjob , dirty talk (kinda) 600w.

this was a request ! i hope you like it.

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your mouth is already wrapped around him, the heat of it making his thighs tense beneath your hands. chan is falling apart in front of you, head tipped back against the pillows, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. his fingers thread into your hair, not to push, just to hold—like he needs something to keep himself grounded.

he’s already so close, you can tell by the way his hips stutter and the desperate whimpers he tries (and fails) to swallow down. but there’s something else, something about the way his fingers keep twitching against your scalp and how he’s squeezing at your breasts in a way that feels almost… distracted.

you pull back just enough to let him slip from your lips, and when he makes a choked noise of protest, you glance up at him. his face is flushed, sweat dampening his temples, and his teeth are sinking into his lower lip hard enough to turn it white.

“what is it?” you ask, voice teasing as you stroke him lazily. “you keep playing with my tits like you’re thinking about something else.”

chan makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, hands twitching where they still cup your breasts. his eyes flicker away, throat bobbing as he swallows.

“i just…” he hesitates, fingers flexing. “can i—fuck—i wanna…”

you grin, already piecing it together. “you want to fuck my tits?”

his breath hitches. he nods, looking both wrecked and embarrassed at the same time. “please.”

you hum, pressing a kiss to the flushed tip of his cock before shifting up onto your knees. “you could’ve just said so, baby.”

chan groans as you press your breasts together, waiting for him to settle himself between them. his hands hover for a second before he gives in, pushing them tighter around his cock, and the moment he thrusts up, his head falls back with a shuddering moan.

“fuck, that’s—shit, that’s so good,” he pants, voice breathy and strained.

at first, he lets you set the pace, slow and teasing, just to watch him unravel. but when you glance up at him, eyes full of mischief, and murmur, “you’re being so good for me,” something in him snaps.

his grip tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, and his hips jerk forward with a desperate sort of urgency. his soft whimpers turn into low, wrecked growls, and suddenly, he’s the one in control, chasing his pleasure with reckless abandon.

“fuck—keep them just like that—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—” his voice is rough now, laced with authority, and the way he looks down at you, pupils blown and jaw clenched, sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs.

you match his rhythm, pushing up to meet each of his thrusts, making it even tighter, even messier. his breath catches in his throat, a strangled moan ripping from his lips as his cock slides slick and hot between your breasts. his fingers flex against your skin, and his whole body tenses—his abs tightening, his thighs trembling beneath you.

“shit—fuck, i’m gonna—” his voice breaks, a desperate, ruined sound, and then he’s gone, head thrown back, body shuddering violently as he spills between your breasts. his grip on you tightens, like he’s trying to ground himself through the pleasure, moaning your name like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

his chest heaves, his entire body still trembling as he comes down, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. there’s something wrecked in his gaze, something dazed and adoring all at once. he lets out a breathless laugh, rubbing a shaky hand over his face before looking back at you, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath.

“fuck,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you smirk, wiping some of the mess from your chest with a teasing glint in your eyes. “you love it.”

his gaze darkens, jaw clenching, and when he reaches for you again, you know he’s not nearly done with you yet.

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[kamospeach]

plot: richboy!gojo takes his cute girlfriend golfing

content warning: exhibitionism, very nasty, pervy rich boy gojo mix, gojo is the biggest horndog ever, girly girl reader, established relationship, cunniilingus, fingering, missionary, public asf, they get caught, tad second hand embarrassment, cowgirl, dirty talking, breeding, implied blowjob, very nasty

peachy's yap: idk how i came upon this idea but it makes me wiggle my toes. posting to distract y'all from the fact the thukuna fic is gonna take me a while

you weren't exactly sure how you ended up getting your guts rearranged on your boyfriend's golf cart. you do remember being in his bed as his head laid on your stomach. while your fingers lazily ran through his white fluffy hair.

the two of you had been insanely bored for the last three days. you were both back home from college, and your parents had the audacity to go on a trip together, leaving the two of you alone in satoru's gigantic mansion for a whole week.

you weren't overly excited to see each other either, you went to the same school for fucks sake. this summer was a bust, suguru was in italy, shoko was with her girlfriend's family, and you two were... there.

"toruuu," you whined lightly pulling at his hair to get his attention. he groggily lifted his head to look up at you. forcing his eyes open after your fingers lulled him to sleep.

"yeah, baby?" he asked, chin resting on your stomach as he tried to keep his eyes open. he was failing terribly by the way. you had finally come up with an idea, knowing gojo would be all for it.

"remember how you said you wanted to take me golfing?" you asked, and gojo jumped up as if he had never been asleep. he quickly walked off to his closet, grabbing what you assumed was the golfing outfit he bought for you, probably well over a year ago. just as you suspected, he walked out with a pleated skirt and cropped polo.

"i've been waiting for this day for a year now," he laughed to himself, throwing the clothes at you. "i'm about to go get dressed." he giggled, running off to the closet. an hour later, the two of you were on his golf cart off to the private golf course in his very own backyard.

"i can't believe you made me wear this short ass skirt." you huffed arms crossed and gojo had the nerve to just laugh. the skirt was so old you didn’t even fit into it anymore. your ass peaked out but gojo reminded you that the course was private.

"i didn't make you do anything, i just gave you a sense of security." he nodded to himself as if that was the smartest thing he had ever said. you shook your head at his statement, not even bothering to argue with your strong-headed boyfriend.

when gojo had finally taken you to where you would play, he got off the cart. you watched his every move not understanding a damn thing he was telling you. all you did was admire how mouth watering sexy he looked in his richie rich get up. a black short sleeve polo that unironically matched yours, and beige slacks.

this fit was almost more attractive than his workout compression shirt. the way his arms bulged under the cotton mesh as he slipped on his gloves, or how his big muscular thighs were visible through his pants, and the veins in his arms were protruding due to him pulling the gloves on.

"get up, girl, you ain't think you were going to sit there the whole time, did you?" he asked, reaching his hand out for you. you grabbed his hand, stepping down off the golf cart, following shyly behind him. he handed you the club, standing behind you. "hold it here," he instructed.

he was hard and he shamlessly pressed it against your barely clothed ass. you didn't acknowledge it, knowing that it was best to breeze past it. so you let gojo show you where your hands were supposed to be, and you listened. he even helps you get a little power in your swing, the ball flying a solid 10 feet in front of you.

"i did it!" you giggled, turning to look at gojo who blinked in disbelief. and when he saw the seriousness on your face it took everything in him to hold back a laugh. "what? if i didn't do good, show me how it's done."

"alright," he said, grabbing the club from you, walking the short 10 feet to grab the ball. you stood back watching his big swing and the ball fly across the course. your jaw was practically on the floor in shock that he was so good at it. "that's how it's done."

"no fair toru... you're good at like everything," you whined, and gojo scoffed.

"don't do that, y/n, it takes practice." he pecked your lips, helping you get in the cart so you could go to the ball that was all the way in timbuktu. on the ride there, gojo had the bright idea to play strip golf.

the rules were simple, however, many tries it took for you to get it in the hole, was as many pieces of clothing you had to remove. you weren't confident in your abilities, but you were determined. how hard could it be? every other challenge you did with gojo you won.

well... except this one.

it took gojo all of 4 tries to get the ball in, and it took you 27. which resulted in gojo shaving it down to 6 since you didn't have 27 pieces of clothing. so all gojo had to take off were his socks, pants, and shirt. for you, that was your socks, shirt, skirt, bra, and panties.

"toru i'm butt ass naked," you said as gojo basically got a strip show from you. his eyes never left your body for a second. drooling over you like a virgin who had never laid eyes on a woman's bare body.

"and fine as fuck." was all he said grabbing you by your waist so that you were standing between his legs. he kissed along your neck moving his kisses to your lips. the kiss was heated and urgent, gojo was needy and wasn't afraid to admit. "i need you, so bad."

"wait... baby? right here?" you asked, and he nodded, not questioning it or hesitating. he didn't say much, he just picked you up and placed you down on the backseat of the cart. pushing your legs to your chest, giving you a knowing look, but you didn't obey. "t...toru, hold on a second." you said breathlessly making him deadpan.

"hold em," he said, and you sighed, grabbing the back of your legs, holding them up and open. gojo dropped to his knees, not even caring about his knees digging in the mud. his focus was on sending one teasing swipe of his tongue up your slick folds.

he hummed at the taste of your essence on his tongue. he was so sure he could use your slick as honey for his desert. so sweet he needed a glass of milk to wash it dow-

"toru!" you yelled at him for the third time, knocking him out of his trance. once he came back to reality, he dove into his lunch. his tongue lapped at your juices and teased your poor delicate clit.

sucking and spitting and licking and slurping, it was a mess. he even began to finger your tight cunt with not one not two but three fingers. digging his unnaturally long digits to the deepest parts of your pussy being sure to stimulate that spongey spot inside of you.

moans were spewing out your mouth as your hands ran through his damp hair. pulling at the white locks, your eyes to the back of your head as you delve in the pleasure. you were quickly coming upon your climax, and gojo knew it too. and not because you were violently squeezing down on his fingers. no. but because you were chanting it out as gojo finger fucked you with no mercy.

"cumming i'm... m'cumming toru fuck fuck fuck so close." you babbled and he smirked pulling of you puffy clit with a 'pop!' this was his entertainment watching you squirm as you creamed all over his fingers.

"cream on my fingers so i can clean it up for you," he tells you and you do just that as you cum violently. your eyesight is blurry as you see gojo looking down at you with a shit eating grin. he doesn't say anything as he slips out his fingers licking them clean just as he said he would. "so fuckin' perfect," he mumbled pulling your hips closer to him.

he pulled his boxers down, stepping out of them. his angry red cock slapped his navel leaving a string of sticky precum behind. his hand gripped the base of his cock slapping it against your clit. he chuckled watching your body react to him. he wasted no time using his thumb to push his cock head in line with your entrance.

"fuck." he grumbled from the feeling of your tight entrance trapping his tip. he fought the urge to cum right then and there. he pushed himself the rest of the way into you, bottoming out with nothing on his mind except you.

"s...shit toru you're too deep," you whined and he grunted pulling halfway out and slamming back into you. all the wind was knocked out of you as you gasped for air. followed by a moan that could probably be heard back at the mansion.

"so wet, squeezing down on me so tight," he hummed enjoying the feeling. after waiting for you to finally be ready, his hips snapped into yours. his pace was feral and needy as moans and groans flew from his mouth. his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you sloppily, spit spilling out of your mouths. rolling down your cheek and onto the bare skin of your chest.

that was one of the many things you loved about gojo, he was not afraid to moan. which only encouraged you to moan and whimper louder. it wasn't like you had to try very hard with the way he dug in your guts. so here you were, finally remembering how you got in this position. strip golf, never ever again, you thought to yourself.

while gojo was relentlessy fucking into you, his hips stilled. you were about to protest until he held his finger up to his lips. you quickly closed your mouth as well, hearing someone talking.

"today was supposed to be my day off, but mr. gojo asked me to tend the garden today." the person who you figure was the gardener said. gojo leaned down, covering your body with his.

"same, he asked me to clean the pool." the pool cleaner added. there was a line of trees next to the two of you, and it sounded as if they were behind them.

"my ass is out." gojo whispered in your ear with a light chuckled. you swatted his arm, light telling him to hush, but that only got him started. the motions were small, but you felt the way his hips ground into yours. the way his pelvis stimulated your clit and his dick pulsed in you.

"i guess we better get back to the mansion," another worker said, and you whimpered from the feeling. it didn't seem like they were really planning on going back. but eventually the footsteps got further away and you both loosened up. he quickly picked you up and sat on he seat instead.

"ride me... please?" he practically begged, looking up in your eyes. his bright blue eyes burning a hole into your face above his shades. you nodded shyly, always getting bashful when it was your time to be on top.

you wasted no time riding him slowly, teasing him with your deathly slow pace. his large hands gripped the fatty flesh of your ass holding on for dear life. his head was thrown back, jaw clenched as you squeezed down.

"you're driving me crazy," he grumbled lifting you and fucking up into you like crazy. your hands grabbed his forearm, begging him to slow down. "you gonna stop teasing me now?"

"m'sorry i'll stop i will," you whine and he eased up letting you take control. with your feet planted on the side of him, you began to ride him this time faster. the disgustingly loud 'plap, plap, plap' of your skin slapping was turning you both on. pushing you closer and closer to finishing.

you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. the way he licked his lips and bit his lower one to muffle his groans. it just made you desperate to press your lips and steal a kiss from him. but gojo was two steps ahead of you, noticing the way your sight was trained on his lips.

he leaned up, forcing his tongue down your throat. the two of you kissing sloppily swapping spit as your bodies were conjoined. one of his hands left your ass to reach between the two of you. using two fingers to rub your clit sending your body immediately into overdrive.

"close," you mumbled against his lips to which he simply mumbled 'mhm' against your lips. it didn't take much his pulling away from your lips to whisper a gruff 'cum'. even if he hadn't said that you were bound to cum right there and then. "fuckkk...!" you yelled your cream coating his cock and collecting around the base.

"m'right behind you baby shit i'm cumming." he groaned loudly as he shot his warm loud inside you. filling you up completely, not even bothering to pull out. he thrusted up into you a few more times being sure to stuff him cum all the way into your womb.

"you were right toru... the thrill of getting caught makes you cum harder." you huffed and gojo nodded.

"i told you years ago." gojo smirked, kissing your forehead, leaning back as you climbed off his lap. "you'll clean me off, won't you?" he asked, giving you those sickeningly effective puppy eyes. you didn't verbally comply, but he knew when you got on your knees, assuming the position. just like gojo earlier, not caring if mud would get on your knees.

"are we sick?" the poolboy asked the gardener who shook her head his fingers stuffed in her mouth. "fucking to our boss's son and his girlfriends moans."

sidenote: 

gojo’s hair was damp from thinking he was in high school musical 2, playing with the water and sprinklers, trying to make you laugh. 

[cheralith]

characters ; michael kaiser cw ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, childhood best friends, implied fwb, fluff-ish?, some smut so explicit content/smut (18+ only, mdni) a/n ; sorryyy last blurb for the day and then ill head to bed, i couldn't help myself

kaiser only has only had sex with two people in his life. you, his long-term friend from childhood and some other girl he doesn't remember the name of.

you gave each other your virginities in your blooming adult years, given that you were the only person that kaiser entrusted with such a vulnerable moment of himself. it was heaven on earth when he reached his first orgasm from you that wasn't by his own means, and he ended up chasing that high over and over again with you, always ending up in bed together whenever you stayed at his apartment. something about you feels safe, feels fitting, as if you were made for solely him.

the only other time he's had sex with another person was during a post-game party where a bunch of models were invited over to the clubhouse to celebrate. you're not technically in a relationship with him (disregard the fact that he took you out on what would be interpreted to literally everybody as dates, gifted you expensive things, would kiss you in unexpected moments merely because he felt like it, and has a picture of you in his wallet to help calm him down in frustrating moments. that doesn't mean anything. you’re just best friends.) and kaiser thinks that he should at least try to venture out with other people while he was still able to. you were abroad overseas during the time, so kaiser, who usually stalked off and did his own thing with you in his apartment after games like these, chose to stay behind for once to see what the hubbub was about.

he has his eyes set on a rather attractive woman and they end up in a hotel together, with her kissing his neck in an attempt to wind him up. he has his hands on her waist, but something about this feels... off. sure, he's hard, but when he juts himself into her, it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel good on his end. he pulls moan after moan from her, but the pleasure for him has yet to appear, just barely feathering his nerves but not enough to truly drive him up the wall in the way he's familiar with. this seems more like a chore to him.

he feels it sometimes, and he tries to take advantage of it whenever it came by, but when he attempts to do so in one particular moment where she's riding him, she suddenly gets off and throws a glare his way.

kaiser sits up, clearly irritated at the fact she just short-circuited his orgasm. "what the hell? why'd you stop?"

she gathers her things and shuffles herself back into her outfit, huffing. "moaning out another girl's name? god, you're a dick."

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he spats.

"i don't know who (y/n) is—" she says with an edge to her tone, the sound of your name making his dick twitch. "but if she's some sort of ex you have, i feel sorry for her. sort it out, but don't drag me into it."

kaiser's eye twitches at the mention of her smothering your name in regards to him. he didn’t even notice the fact that he was even making any sound, let alone grunting out your name when you weren’t the one he was with.

he grits his teeth. "shut the hell up and get out."

"i was already planning to," she spits and escorts herself out the room, leaving kaiser half blue-balled to his disdain.

he groans, feeling his hard-on still rigid underneath the sheets. he pulls out his phone and opens your contact, where your flight details that you sent over to him lay out on the screen. you’ll be back tomorrow morning, thank god, but kaiser isn’t sure if he can wait that long. agitated, he presses the call button.

you pick up a moment later to his relief.

“hi there,” you murmur softly from your end.

kaiser feels another twitch, your sweet voice echoing in his mind. “hey.”

“you’re calling rather late,” you say, a concern evident in your voice. “everything okay?”

he goes silent for a minute, trying to think of what to say.

“… yes.”

you hum lowly on the other end, clearly unconvinced. “don’t lie to me, micha,” you warn.

“i’m not,” he groans as he rubs his forehead, attempting to filter out his frustration. “i just… i don’t know. i just miss you, that’s all.”

you give a soft, sweet laugh, a melody kaiser finds himself enjoying over and over again. “the great michael kaiser… missing somebody? what a feat.”

“don’t test me, you dumb girl,” he hisses, thumb hovering over the red button, though it’s clear he doesn’t want to press it or go near it at all. “i’ll end this call right now.”

“i’m kidding, you idiot,” you singsong playfully. “but… i miss you too, micha. a lot, actually.”

it’s been nearly a week since you’ve gone abroad for the business trip. seven days too long without you. he wants you back here with him in germany, in his arms where only you belong.

“when you come back tomorrow,” kaiser begins lowly, “d’you wanna hang out at my place?”

he can sense your smile through the phone. “i’d like that.”

he sighs contently. he figures that there’s no one else in the world he can picture himself with as relief settles into his chest, the thought of you underneath him with a lustful haze on your face staining his mind and bringing ease back into his body.

[fewwwgoodwomen]

hiiii could u prettyyy pleasssee do sub namgyu hcs??

Sub!Nam-gyu Headcanons !!

(A/N:I've never done hcs before so bear with me !! This is a new concept to me hahah)

-sfw

•Nam-gyu loves physical touch from you even if he hates admitting it.

"Do that thing with my hair again." "Yeah i hate it.. but my head hurts right now." "I didn't say that yesterday."

•Whenever Nam-gyu finishes his stash of drugs, he gets even more clingy towards you.

"I swear.. you ARE better than my drugs..." "No... i didn't finish them.. what makes you think that?"

•Nam-gyu thinks you look hot when you're high with him, especially when you get extra affectionate.

•He loves tucking your hair to the side , mirroring the habit he does to himself, denying it each time.

"Its not my habit, stupid. I just don't want hair all over your face."

•he loves laying on your chest and hugging your waist, especially when hes high.

"No, I'm not high this time. Yes, i do smell like weed, but that's not the point..."

•Would get you matching rings with him.

"I dont fucking hide my hands with my sleeves. Just please get these with me.."

•Mindlessly follows you anywhere.

"Dude, Shut up... I'm not following you... you're just.. who i wanna go to."

•Will never admit that you're right, even when its painfully obvious

"I do not bite my nails, you're thinking of another dude." "No? The lady at the salon fucked it up, it wasn't bitten off."

•He likes playing hard to get even though he'll submit within minutes.

"You miss me? Use your legs and walk to the room then." "What do you mean you won't do it? Lazy ass bitch. Yes I'm walking there. Whatever. Okay okay.. i won't call you that again."

•Disturbs you at random points just to ask you stupid questions

"Psst.. Do you think cats could get high?" "No. Its just, i don't know where my last edible went, and the cat is acting weird."

•Loves it when you kiss his neck

•Has the habit to swear in every sentence, especially when he talks about you.

"You're so fucking weird, like not in a bad way but not in a fucking good way either, you just make me feel shit like-- Shut up, i don't swear THAT fucking much."

-Nsfw

•even though he tries to hold it, hes very vocal and loud

"A-ah.. Fuck. You're so quiet, i-its making me sound loud --mmh~!"

•hates getting edged but loves begging you

"S-stop fucking edging me like this you w-whore.. a-agh~.. please.. just let me cum.."

•loves it when you ride him, especially when you tie him up.

"If youre going to edge me.. a-aah~! Atleast.. tie me up... f-fuck..!"

•he doesn't admit it but he loves it when you spit on him

"S-stop spitting on me.. i-i can't.. its so..f-fuck..~" "N-no, i didn't lick it off my lips."

•his fav place for you to spit on would be his mouth , face or his cock

•He'd be into motorboating your titties

"Please.. fuck.. take off your bra.. just this once.. please..?"

•he jerks off a lot to pictures or videos of you when you aren't there

"Please let me take this photo of you.. i swear im not gonna nut on it or something."

•He likes it when you pull his hair

•He likes acting all bitchy towards you because he knows you'll make him feel so good no matter what.

"S-shut the fuck up.. y-your pussy isn't that tight-- ngh~!"

•hes into overstimulation, anything to make his girl feel good.

•He'd beg you to do one more round even though deep down he can't last the moment he's inside you

"Please.. one more.. I'll fucking do anything... i'll last longer than 5 minutes please please please... i-i want that pussy."

•most of the time its you giving him aftercare and he loves being babied by you.

"Yeah women totally deserve aftercare but you made me cum 7 times. Can you please just do it this once..? No, I didn't ask you that last round."

•would do anything to be able to cum inside you

"Please please please.... let me fucking cum inside you..i swear ill be good.. i wont call you a whore ever again.."

•Likes to film whenever you guys have sex, so he could jerk off to the footage later on.

"No no no.. don't move it.. i like seeing your ass in that angle.." "Shut up. I-its for memories.. and.. you sound hot on video, thats all, i swear!"

•He likes to have you soak up edibles in your mouth just to spit it in his mouth when you guys make out.

"Fuuck.. soak it up just like that and spit it out on my tongue" "Shut up, its not THAT gross."

•He loves getting degraded by you, even though half the time he insults you.

"Y-yeah.. i fucking get i-it... i'm a manwhore.. just for you.. mmh~!"

•Likes putting obscure music when you guys fuck

"Please.. can i play this msi song just once while you ride me..? I-its only 2 minutes.." "What the fuck do you mean the music will last longer than me?"

•A complete weirdo for you, literally a creep.

"Please..? Just consider doing a rainbow kiss with me once?" "Shut the fuck up, you just don't have good taste in fetishes."

•Hates calling you mommy but would do it in a heartbeat whenever hes desperate.

"M-mommy..~! Please let me cum.. fuck.. milk me dry please..~! I-it's aching so bad...please..~" "S-shut up.. just let me cum.. mommy.. please..?"

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

Baby I'm Yours | B.C.J.

feat. Barty Crouch Jr x blackcat!reader

summary: your new boyfriend Barty tells you he loves you, and you…freak tf out (even though you do, in fact, love him too).

cw: MDNI 18+, smut, established relationship, drinking, you are both possessive and mildly toxic, emotional vulnerability (eugh), love confessions, hurt/comfort, hard kinks, choking

an: can be read as a stand-alone, but hits better as part 2 of this fic

masterlist | requests open

Barty's POV

“Oi, Crouch!”

Barty looked up from his sketchbook, propped in his lap to keep him occupied while he waited in the courtyard for you and Evan to get out of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Xeno was running towards him down the corridor, robes flapping wildly in his haste.

Barty could practically smell trouble, and it made his heart kick with excitement.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Xenophi—”

“Cut the shit. Y/n is dueling,” Xeno snapped, grabbing Barty by the collar and dragging him from his perch in one of the stone openings.

“Oh! Is she winning?” Barty asked, falling into a jog beside Xeno.

“Not the point. She's going to get expelled.”

“Like I’d ever let that happen,” Barty chuckled.

They rounded the corner and could hear the shouting before they even reached the classroom. Excitement raced under his skin, and he all but kicked down the door in his haste to get to you.

You were up on a desk, robes discarded, absolutely pummeling Amacus Carrow with hexes. Amacus was hidden behind and overturned desk, lamely tossing expelliarmus over his shoulder.

The students formed a ring around you both, roaring with excitement while the Professor tried desperately to talk you down.

Barty skirted around the edge of the group towards you, finding Evan standing just beneath you, watching with a wild grin.

“She's a fucking menace,” Evan cackled, and Barty had to agree.

A vicious, beautiful little menace.

“What'd he do?” Barty asked, watching you dodge a hex effortlessly and throw one back in the same second. His heart was pounding, affection making his blood race. Saints, his cock was damn near about to rip through his trousers he was so fucking turned on.

“He called you a buffoon. And said your tattoos were ugly,” Evan said, cheering when you hit Amacus’ table so hard with stupify it cracked. “I was going to intervene, but she hit him with a book before I even got a word out.”

Barty was going to faint if anymore blood vacated his brain.

He spun a chair around and stepped up onto the table beside you. “Hello, treasure. Chose violence, did we?” You squeaked in surprise when he looped an arm around your waist, spinning you around and plucking your wand from your fingers.

“Barty!” You protested, trying to grab your wand back. “Give me that!”

Amacus, realizing you were disarmed, popped up from behind his desk.

“Ah, ah,” Barty waggled your wand at the perspiring wretch. “She may have the restraint to avoid Azkaban, but I have no such compunction, Carrow.” He gestured to Amacus’s spindly wand. “Rosier will take that, if you please.”

Evan had appeared beside Carrow, holding out his hand expectantly. Carrow dropped it into Evan's palm, red-faced and sputtering.

“Barty,” you said again, voice pitching lower with agitation.

He pressed an appeasing kiss to the crown of your head, handing you your wand back. “I think you've made your point, love,” he said. “Unless you'd like to make a fugitive out of me.”

You blew a strand of hair from your face, scowling at Amacus as he fled the room with his twin in tow. “I suppose not,” you huffed. “But if he runs his fucking mouth again—”

Barty pecked your lips, unable to resist your sharp tongue for another second. “He's a dead-man walking, hm?”

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and your shoulders finally softened. “Something like that.” You rose up onto your toes and kissed him again, his heart pounding against his ribs like it was trying to burst out of his chest to get to you.

Barty helped you down from the table while the rest of the students filed out, grumbling that their bloodbath was cut short. The Professor tried to step up to you, face purple with indignation, but one glare from Barty had them backing off, throwing their hands up in defeat.

“Are you alright, though? He didn't get you?” Barty tilted your chin up, turning your pretty face to the right, then the left to check for damage.

“Not once,” you smirked, and his chest swelled with pride.

“That's my girl,” he cooed, leaning down to draw you in for another, more heated kiss. He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, tasting your cherry lipgloss, before kissing down your neck, wallowing in the sweetness of your perfume, the warmth of your skin. “S’why I love you so much.”

As soon as it slipped out, he felt you stiffen, withdrawing slightly from him. He hadn't meant to say it, though he'd felt it long before you were official, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it.

He pulled his head back, finding your eyes wide, kiss-stung lips parted in shock. A deer in headlights.

“D-did you just—” you stuttered. He could feel your heart fluttering like a hummingbird under his fingertips. “Y-you love me?”

He smiled, something tender unfurling in his chest. “I do, very much,” he murmured, softening his voice like he was speaking to a frightened animal.

“Bat, I—” you words caught in your throat, and a flicker of hope kindled in his heart. “I have to go.” You turned heel and dashed out of the classroom, nearly taking out Evan and Xeno, who were pretending not to listen by the door.

They grimaced, approaching Barty cautiously.

“Sorry, mate,” Xeno said, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Why?” Barty asked, shouldering your bag that you abandoned in your haste.

“Because she—mate, are you with us?” Evan waved a hand in front of his face.

Barty smacked his hand away. “I’m fine, I knew she wasn't going to say it back,” he shrugged.

Sure, it would have been amazing if you said it back, but you didn't have to say it for him to know it was true. He knew you struggled with big displays of emotion, and he wasn't about to goad you into saying something you weren't ready to.

He knew you felt it. You told him with every kiss, every touch, every gesture, from softly tracing his tattoos while you cuddled, to picking fights in the middle of class to defend his honor. Barty knew the truth, and you'd realize it on your own soon enough.

Xeno and Evan were looking at him like he had three heads.

“So why did you say it?” Evan asked.

“Because I felt it?” Barty didn't understand why they were so confused. He’d always worn his heart on his sleeve with you, and that wasn't about to change just because you were finally together. He knew you liked to have all the cards before you made a decision, and now you did.

“But she like, freaked out,” Xeno said, like Barty couldn't practically read the thoughts flying through your mind. “That doesn't worry you?”

Irritation curled along his spine, sharpening his tongue. “I’ve got it under control, Lovegood,” he bit. “Don't strain yourself pretending to give a fuck.”

“Junior—” Evan started.

“Are we ready for dinner? I'm starved,” Barty chirped, uprooting the conversation, and the seed of doubt it was planting in his mind.

Reader’s POV

You sat curled in your bed, staring at the emerald curtain separating you from the rest of the dorm. Barty's words echoed in your mind, ricocheting painfully against your skull.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

With every repetition came the same cycle of feelings: terror, elation, guilt, and terror again. You cared for Barty, Merlin, did you care for Barty. It ate you up inside, all the feelings you had for him. Drove you half-mad most of the time.

He was your favorite person, your comfort and your home. You wanted to be with him all the time, and you never wanted to be with anyone.

But love? It seemed impossible, enormous. You choked on it, drowned under it. And though it sounded so sweet on his lips, you just couldn't say it back, and it was tearing you up inside.

You knew how deeply his abandonment wounds went, how sensitive he was to rejection, and you never ever wanted to hurt him that way again. Especially not when he'd brought nothing but wonder and excitement into your life.

He didn't seem particularly upset, but you'd run off so quickly, you weren't sure how he'd actually taken it. For all you knew, you'd shattered his heart, and he'd never want to see you again.

Oh fuck, what if he was if was going to break up with you?

A fresh wave of terror clutched your heart, and you cuddled your stuffed cat closer, praying you hadn't fucked this up.

“Y/n?” Pandora called gently, peeling open your curtain to peek at you. “Barty’s here. Looking rather…fretful.”

Shit, shit, shit. He was here to dump you. This was it.

You stuffed your kitty under your pillows and pushed yourself into a sitting position, wiping at your tear-streaked cheeks. “Let him in,” you mumbled.

Pandora nodded, stepping back, and Barty’s head poked through, dark brows pulled together in concern.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, taking in your probably pitiful state. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, scooching over so he could climb into your bed. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, cuddling you into his chest. Cigarette smoke clung to his clothes and hair, mixing with the faded traces of his familiar cologne, and it immediately soothed some of your panic.

He was here, and he didn't hate you.

Barty’s heart thumped steadily under your cheek as he peppered kisses along the crown of your head, his hand slipping under your hoodie, well, technically his hoodie, to brush against your skin. He was unusually quiet, his movements slow and gentle.

After a few minutes of loaded quiet, you couldn't hold your tongue any longer.

“I’m really sorry, B,” you mumbled, tracing the lines of the tattoo on his chest peeking through his half-buttoned shirt.

“For what, tres? You did nothing wrong,” he shushed you, squeezing you tighter.

You sniffled, tears springing to your eyes.

He shifted, turning so you were beneath him and he was looking down at you. “Have you spent the last few hours thinking you did something wrong?” He asked, looking genuinely distressed at the suggestion.

Your lips folded into a tight line, not trusting yourself to speak, and you nodded.

“Treasure, no,” he gasped, cradling your face and kissing away the tear that rolled down your cheek. “My sweet, darling, gorgeous girl, you did absolutely nothing wrong. I didn't say that under the assumption you'd say anything back. I said it because I wanted to, because I—” the words caught in his teeth, like he had to bite them back before they wrangled out of his control once again.

“I'm just not ready,” you whispered, shame turning your guts to stone.

“And that's okay—hey, look at me.” He brushed his nose against yours, the softest nuzzle. When you managed to drag your eyes to his, you found them so sincere, so warm. “It's okay, baby. I promise.” He held his pinky up, the nail painted to match your manicure, and you curled your pinky around his. “I promise,” he repeated, resting his forehead against yours.

You couldn't help the nervous giggle that bubbled out of you, relief making you giddy. “I thought you were here to break up with me,” you admitted, reaching up to stroke the sharp angle of his jaw, carding your fingers through his wild hair.

“You what?!” Barty cried, rearing back in shock. “I’d sooner cut my cock off. Perish the fucking thought this instant. Baby, I’m yours.” He swung his leg over you, pining you beneath him. “You must never think that again, understand?”

“Bat—”

His fingers slipped under your arms, tickling along your ribs and making you squeal, bucking underneath his hold as you tried to escape. He was grinning like a fool, and only stopped when he managed to catch both your wrists to pin your arms over your head. “I've got you now, babygirl,” he purred, leaning down to whisper against your ear. “And guess what?”

“Hm?” You arched into him, the frantic, ticklish energy quickly morphing into something heady, intoxicating. The cloying heat only Barty could stoke in your belly.

“I love you,” he whispered against your pulse, sealing it with a kiss against the tender skin.

You sucked in a quick breath, heart tripping over itself, and you could tell instantly that he caught it, his lips curling into a smile.

“My darling, I love you so much.” He licked a stripe up your throat, the scalding caress of his tongue coaxing an airy whine from your lungs. “My favorite girl.” Kiss. “My most precious treasure.” Kiss. “I’m so in love with you it’s driving me mad—”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You silenced him with a greedy kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation, elated that he was still yours, that he wanted you, loved you, so deeply. You wanted to devour him whole, never feel, never taste, never know anything but him.

Barty chuckled when you broke the kiss to breathe, releasing your hands so you could grab at his shirt, desperately trying to undo the buttons. He braced his hands against your headboard, letting you paw and take whatever you wanted from beneath him while he watched through lust-fogged eyes.

“You sure act like you love me,” he teased, and you pinched his hip, shooting him a glare.

“I love your dick,” you bit back, palming him through his pants, and finally, he shut the fuck up.

Barty’s POV

The Slytherin common room was raging, flashing green and cloudy with fog, music thumbing through the floor and up Barty's legs.

He was deep in a game of beer pong, absolutely smoking Regulus while a crowd watched on. But mentally, he was plotting his next escape to your dorm, where he'd been periodically bringing you drinks in exchange for kisses while you read your new romance book.

This next time, he’d probably stay with you instead of returning. You were probably starting to feel the effects of both the raunchy writing and the alcohol right about now, and that was a combo he wouldn't dare miss.

Just when he lined up his shot, determined to finish poor Reg off, he spotted you coming down the stairs. Dressed in tattered jeans and a pair of fishnets, one of his Sex Pistols tee's hanging loose on your frame…

He completely whiffed the shot.

He didn't care.

“Treasure!” He cried when you spotted him across the room, and everyone swiveled in surprise.

You sauntered over, a big, melty smile on your face, and threw your arms around his neck.

“Hiii, handsome,” you cooed, pulling him down for a kiss.

He could taste the booze on your breath, syrupy and disorienting. “Made the drinks a little strong, did I?” He chuckled, steadying you with an arm around your waist.

“Whaaat? No, m’fine—Dora!” You suddenly lurched away from him, throwing yourself at your best friend. “I missed you!”

“Hi, love. I missed you more,” Pandora laughed, hugging you back and casting Barty an accusatory glare, though her eyes glittered with amusement.

Barty shrugged and held up two fingers, answering her silent question of how many you'd had.

Pandora's eyes widened and she pointed at herself, then you, then held up two fingers behind your back.

Barty burst out laughing, then cajooled you out of Pandora's arms and back into his. “Baby, have Panda and I both been bringing you drinks?”

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest. “And Evan brought me a shot,” you said.

“He did?!” Barty pretended to be shocked, glancing over at his best friend, who held up his hands in innocence. “So you're right pissed, then.”

You stared up at the ceiling, like you were deeply contemplating this, then slowly lowered your glassy eyes back to his. “Perhaps,” you said carefully, and he snorted a laugh.

Merlin, you were fucking adorable.

“C’mon, Crouch. Game's not over,” Regulus griped.

Barry glanced down at the cups, finding Regulus had sunk two balls while he was distracted. “Guess it's time I catch up,” he hummed, shifting you to his side and taking the two big gulps of stale beer.

You wrinkled your nose in distaste. “I can go get some fresh ones,” you offered, attempting to take a stumbling half-step away from him.

“Nope.” Barty hauled you back into his side, arm bracketed along your lower back. “You're staying right here with me, little lush.”

With you under his arm, he sank his final shot, officially beating Regulus, then whisked you off to the dancefloor to celebrate his victory.

He was in heaven, booze pumping hot and thick in his blood, your body pressed in against his front, writing with abandon to the rock music blaring from the speakers. You looked supremely fuckable, glossed with sweat and starry-eyed, a wild grin on your pretty lips.

He bent down, nosing into your neck while you rolled your hips against his, too drunk to realize what you were doing to him. Or too drunk to care.

“Babygirl, you're killing me,” he purred against your balmy skin, his grip tightening on your hips to stop your movements. “Better stop unless you want me to bend you over the bar right here, right now.”

“Nuh-uhhh,” you whined, spinning in his arms to face him. “M’just dancin’.”

“Sure, sweet thing. And I'm a monk,” he chuckled, watching you press kisses to the inked valley of his sternum, his shirt most of the way unbuttoned by your tricky fingers. You were such an affectionate drunk, but it wasn't often you indulged enough to get drunk in the first place. He groaned when you glanced up at him, round eyes framed by thick lashes, and his cock gave a merciless kick against his trousers.

You grinned, kissing your way up his neck before pecking his lips. The taste of his own sweat on your lips made his mind go dark, lust shredding through the tenuous leash he had himself on.

“Bat,” you murmured, tugging on his chain to get his attention.

“Baby,” he replied, voice rougher than it was moments before.

You kissed him again, tongue dipping past his lips to brush against his before retreating again, taunting him. “Can I tell you a secret?” you whispered.

He nodded, legs locked to keep himself upright.

You cupped your hand around his ear, leaning in close enough that your breath tickled the hair around his ear. “I love you too.”

It was like a bucket of cold water was doused over his head, his heart seizing. Fuck, how amazing the words sounded on your lips, but you were so drunk. Too drunk to know what you were saying, let alone remember it tomorrow.

He knew you loved him, but he didn't want to hear it like this. Not for the first time. He wanted you to say it and mean it, and not need liquid courage to make you feel safe enough to admit it.

“Honey, fuck, I love you so much, but you don't mean that,” he said, gently folding your hands into his and leading you off the dancefloor.

You resisted, pouting. “I do mean it! I love you!”

“Treasure, please—”

“Don’t ‘treasure’ me. I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner,” you argued, lips pulling down into a frustrated frown. Then, softer, just for him—“I love you, Barty.”

He winced, like a lance was shoved through his chest. “Stop it, you're drunk,” he said, fighting to keep his voice gentle while he tugged you somewhere quieter.

People were watching, your friends pushing forward to see what the fuss was about, and panic beat like a drum in his head.

“No! Why won't you let me love you?” You yanked your hands out of his hold. “You love me!”

“I do, but you can't—you don't know what your saying, love—” He couldn't the thought of you saying it now and not being able to tomorrow. That maybe you didn't mean it, that you were just telling him what he wanted to hear. False validation hurt far worse than none at all.

“What's going on?” Pandora interjected, stepping between the two of you.

Anger flared hot under Barty's skin. “Fuck off, Pan,” he bit.

“Hey—” Xeno barked.

“Don't fucking start with me, Xe.” Barty stepped up to his friend, ringed fingers curling into a fist. Fucking Xeno, putting doubts in his head…

Evan jumped between them before it escalated further. “Alright, that's enough. This is between Barty and y/n—”

“He upset her!” Pandora argued, her arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“M’fine!” You shot back, jerking out of her arms and nearly sending yourself to the ground.

“You aren't fine,” Barty growled, shoving Evan and Xeno out of the way and catching you before you toppled completely. “You need to go to bed.”

You deflated at his tone, moisture pooling along your lower lashes, and he felt like that biggest ass on the planet. “Why are you so angry with me?” You whispered, and his heart cracked.

“I'm not—fuck, baby. I could never be angry with you.” He pulled you into his chest, wrestling down the hurt churning in his gut. “Let's just get you to bed, yeah? Together?”

You hesitated, contemplating resisting further, but then you nodded, the last of your restraint dissolving from your muscles.

“Barty—” Pandora warned.

“I've got her,” Barty snapped, tightening a possessive arm around your shoulders. “Can you all just fucking trust me for once?”

They all fell quiet, looking back and forth from him to one another. He didn't give them a chance to respond, pushing through the semicircle they made around you and leading you up the stairs.

Neither of you spoke, the silence of your dorm only broken by his shuffling around and your sniffles. He hated himself for making you cry, wanted to tear his hair out and claw off his skin in repentance, but he just couldn't stand hearing you say that and not knowing if you meant it. It was the worst kind of torture.

He helped you into your pajamas and removed your makeup, then tucked you into bed with some water and a hangover cure ready to go on your nightstand.

You snuggled into your pillows, stuffed kitty folded into your chest, and blinked up him with sorrowful eyes. “Will you stay?” You asked, and his heart tried to punch through the wall of his chest.

He sighed. “’Course, love,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. He rummaged through your things, finding a pair of his sweatpants, and changed into them before crawling into bed beside you and shutting the curtain.

You nosed into his neck, arms bundled against his chest, and he cushioned your head with his bicep, the other draped over your waist.

“Don't let me ruin this,” you mumbled, voice sleep-addled and sad.

He kissed your forehead, guilt ringing hollow against his ribs. “You couldn't, treasure. You're stuck with me,” he tried to joke, but it was mirthless.

You shook your head, lips brushing along his clavicle, then your breathing deepened, muscles going lax, and you passed out in his arms.

He kissed your head again, nuzzling into your hair, and let his eyes wander to the crack in the curtain, where he knew he'd watch the sunrise in a few hours. Usually, he was able to sleep with you, the warmth and weight of your body soothing his mind enough to let him rest. But he knew there were no dreams waiting for him tonight.

So he'd hold you, and try not to think too hard, and watch the room inevitably fill with light.

Reader's POV

You woke up to an empty bed and a pounding headache, morning sunlight blazing through the gap in your curtain.

“Fuck me,” you groaned, sitting up and grabbing the potion from your bedside table, popping the cork and slamming it back. Immediately, the potion began to work, the sharpness behind your eyes dulling and your stomach settling.

Merlin, how much did you drink last night? You barely remembered anything after dancing with Barty—wait, where was Barty?

You were fairly certain he'd come to bed with you, and found evidence of that in the dented pillow on your left, the smell of his cologne lingering on the fabric.

You remembered him being angry about something, angry with you, but you couldn't remember why, the specific moments slithering through your fingers like silverfish.

You pulled aside your curtain, finding Pandora and Xeno tangled in her bed, Pandora braiding ribbons in her boyfriends platinum waves while he slept.

“Hey,” you croaked.

“Morning, sunshine. You fucked up,” Pandora said, waggling a finger at you.

You groaned, slumping back onto your pillows. “What did I do?”

“Told Barty you loved him. Loudly and in front of everyone.”

Your jaw fell open. No, no, surely you didn't do something so careless? “I couldn't have—”

“You did, and he's losing his mind over it. Been “showering” for about two hours,” Xeno grumbled, shifting a bit on Pandora's chest.

You couldn't believe yourself. That wasn't how Barty deserved to hear that, not after days of patiently waiting for you to pluck up the courage. You had to fix this. Had to make sure he knew the truth, and that it wasn't a drunken mishap, but the truth in your heart.

Throwing your covers off, you slipped out of bed, padding out of the room and sneaking over to the boys dorm.

You bumped into a freshly-showered Evan halfway to the boys bathroom.

“Hey, wait.” He caught you by the wrist. “If you're going in there to hurt him, don't,” he warned, glacial eyes narrowing.

“I'm not, Ev,” you promised.

“Because I like you, y/n. You're the same kind of bitch as me. But if you're fucking with my best mates heart, I'd hate to have to hate you.” He brushed past you, his words hanging heavy in the air.

You tried not to take it personally, Evan and Barty were fiercely protective of each other, but it still stung that he thought you'd intentionally hurt Barty.

Of course you wouldn't, you loved him.

You loved him.

Fuck, you were so stupid.

You pushed into the bathroom, steam thick and tepid. Only one shower was running, gray smoke curling around the gossamer plumes of steam, and the bathroom seemed otherwise deserted.

“Colloportus,” you cast, locking the door behind you. You approached the shower, knocking lightly on the wall. “Bat, you in there?”

An arm shot out from the curtain and yanked you in, pj’s and all.

“Barty!” You crashed into his wet, naked chest, the blast of hot water soaking you.

“Didn't expect you up for hours, drunkard,” he teased, petting the wet hair from your face, but his smile faltered when he noted the absence of yours.

You sputtered a little, trying to regain your resolve despite the shock. “I-I’m really sorry, Barty,” you said, reaching up to cup his face, stroking away the beads of water running down with your thumb. From the red around his eyes, deep purple stains underneath them, it was clear he hadn't slept at all.

“Sorry for what?” He asked, brows drawing together. He was putting on a brave face, but you could tell that you'd hurt him, and it made your heart splinter.

“For telling you the way I did instead of the way I should have.” You brought his hands to the hem of you soaked-through shirt, guiding them to lift it up and over you head, wanting to be as close to him as you could in this moment—no barriers.

“Baby, you don't have to—”

You shimmied your shorts down, the fabric landing with a wet plop on the tile floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, searing heat blooming everywhere your skin touched. “I want to,” you murmured, drawing him down for a feather-light kiss. “I need to.”

He loosed a shaky exhale, eyes flitting nervously over your face while his hands came to a tentative rest on your hips.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “Bartemius Crouch Jr., I love you. I love you more than anything. And I’m sorry—”

Barty turned, crushing you against the wall and stealing the last of your apology with a fervid kiss. “I love you more,” he growled, a visceral purr of approval against your ear. “Not so hard, hm?”

You nodded, a pitiful whine plucked from your throat when his fingers prodded between your legs, wasting no time spreading you open and smearing your slick over his palm.

“My brave girl, I'm so proud of you,” he cooed, sinking knuckle deep into your clenching heat, making you keen. “So good f’me, aren't you?”

“I was just so scared,” you whimpered, hips rocking into his hand as he parted your gummy walls, scissoring you open with a second finger.

“I know, honey. I know you better than anyone,” he murmured, a possessive edge sharpening his voice. “I knew you loved me, just like I knew you wanted me months ago. Before even you did, silly little thing.”

“Yes, Barty—fuck,” you moaned.

He curled his fingers, pressing against the spot that made your knees give out, white blooming behind your eyes. He silenced your cries with his mouth, smothering you while he fucked you with his fingers, the lewd squelch of your pussy barely muffled by the thundering water.

“Say it again,” he gruffed, his free hand coming up to wrap around your throat, holding you up by the febrile column.

“I love you,” you gasped, loosing air as his hand tightened, the heat in your belly building higher and higher, near to combusting.

“Again.”

“I luh—” you wheezed, unable to draw enough air to finish the phrase.

“Heart’s beating so hard, treasure. All for me?”

You nodded, head going fuzzy from lack of oxygen and the looming orgasm, putty in his merciless hands.

His eyes were black, obfuscated with lust and providence, a ferality barely tethered.

You were about to break, dragged roughshod to release, when suddenly his hand retreated, leaving you empty. Gutted.

But then he was pushing inside you, splitting you down the center with his thickness, so full you swore you could taste him in your throat. His grip loosened on your neck, allowing you a swig of air as he groaned, rutting savagely into your softness.

“So fucking tight, little cunt’s like a vice,” he grated, lifting your legs for a deeper angle, leaving you suspended and helpless to receive whatever he gave you. “Gonna come for me, baby? Let me fill you to the fucking brim with my love?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babbled, nails dragging down his shoulders as you desperately tried to hold on while the world fell away.

“Go on, tres. Give it to me. Don't hold back.” He huffed into your neck, his thrusts getting rougher, sloppier as he swelled inside of you.

Your orgasm blasted through you, ripping you apart at the seams, and you sank your teeth into his shoulder, muffling yourself as he fucked you through it.

“Fuck, that's it—fucking take it—” his own release slammed into him, and he bottomed out with a punishing snap. You could feel his cock surging against your ruined pussy, filling you completely, body and soul.

His grip on your relaxed as the strength bled out of him, his lips tracing a path up your throat, finding your lips in a lissome, sodden kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered, tears pooling behind your eyes as the onslaught of feeling dissipated.

“I love you,” he replied, peppering kisses all over your face in the way that never failed to make you smile. He set you gently on your feet, an arm around your waist in case you stumbled. “Are you okay, though? Really?”

You nodded, pecking his cheek as you stepped back under the deliciously warm stream of water. “I'm in love, what could be wrong?”

He grinned, blinding as the sun, and scooped you back up in a toothy, buoyant kiss. “Absolutely nothing, my love. Absolutely nothing at all.”

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ENHA HARD HOURS - brat tamer!enhypen x brat f!reader cw(MDNI 18+) : atp idek what to say biting, spitting, explicit hard core stuff. jake's mouth is disgusting as usual and jungwons actions might acc kill me and the rest i just have no words

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

You should’ve known better than to push Heeseung this far.

It had started as a game. A little teasing here and there, brushing him off when he tried to pull you into his lap, dodging his kisses at the last second, giggling when he let out a low, frustrated sigh. You knew exactly what you were doing. You liked the way his patience thinned little by little, how his fingers flexed like he was barely holding himself back. It was a dangerous game—you knew that. But you didn’t care. Not when the reward was watching him unravel.

The real mistake, though, was what you did next. Flirting with Sunghoon had been an impulse decision, one you knew would push Heeseung over the edge. You weren’t stupid. You could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head as you laughed just a little too sweetly at something Sunghoon said, reaching out to touch his arm for no reason at all. But when you turned to look at Heeseung, expecting to see jealousy, maybe a flash of irritation—his face was completely blank. No reaction at all.

That should have been your first warning.

Later, when he finally grabbed your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it just a little too tightly, his voice was steady, unreadable. “Come home. Now.”

You smiled, tilting your head up at him, smug as ever. “Make me.”

The shift was instant. His grip on your wrist tightened, his jaw tensing as his eyes darkened. Your stomach dropped.You had pushed him too far.

Heeseung barely gave you time to react before you were pinned to the bed. Your wrists were trapped above your head, held in place by one of his hands, his other hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His gaze was sharp, cold.He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t playing. This wasn’t part of the game anymore.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice was calm—too calm, mocking. “You really thought you could get away with that shit, huh?” His grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch.

You swallowed hard, but refused to break just yet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

SMACK.

A sharp slap landed across your ass, the sting stinging deep, making you jolt. Before you could even react, another followed. Harder. You bit your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but Heeseung just laughed.

“You wanna try that again?” His tone was casual, almost bored.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

Heeseung hummed, tilting his head like he was actually considering it. Then, with a slow, wicked smirk, he let his fingers trail down your body, teasing—but never touching you where you needed it. “Oh, baby,” he sighed, fingers ghosting over your inner thighs, making them twitch. “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in so much trouble.”

You lifted your hips, trying to get any kind of friction, but Heeseung pulled away completely, making you whine.

“Oh, no,” he tsked. “You wanna be a brat? Then you don’t get to have me. Not yet.”

You let out a frustrated whimper, squirming beneath him, but he just smirked.

SMACK.

Another sharp slap. Your thighs trembled, the mix of pain and pleasure making your body burn.

“You thought you were so fucking clever today, didn’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Ignoring me. Touching Sunghoon. Flirting right in front of me.” He let out a dark laugh. “Cute.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting you off instantly.

“You really think I’m stupid, baby?” His lips brushed against your ear, his tone dripping with condescension. “You really think I wouldn’t notice you acting like a little slut all night just to get a reaction out of me?”

A shiver ran through your body. You hated how much that word sent heat pooling between your legs. Hated how your body betrayed you every time he talked to you like this.

Heeseung noticed. Of course, he did.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his hand leaving your throat to trail lower. His fingers barely grazed your folds, spreading the wetness he found there. “You’re dripping. Fucking soaked.” He let out a mocking laugh. “God, you really are filthy, aren’t you? You like this, huh?”

You shook your head. “N-no,” you whispered, but your voice betrayed you.

Heeseung pulled his hand away.

Your stomach dropped.

He sat back, watching you. The loss of contact made you whimper, your thighs pressing together desperately, but he just grinned.

“You don’t get to lie to me, baby.” Heeseung’s voice was dark, velvety, merciless. “You don’t get to act like a little brat and then expect me to fuck you nice and sweet.” He leaned in, lips brushing against yours but not kissing you. “You’re gonna beg for it.”

You swallowed hard, pride hanging by a thread. “P-please…”

“Please what?” he smirked. “Use your fucking words.”

You clenched your fists, frustration building. You wanted him so bad. But he wasn’t going to give it to you unless you broke.

“Please, Heeseung,” you gasped, voice shaking. “Please touch me, I—I need it, I need you—”

Heeseung just sighed. “Mmm. I dunno, sweetheart. You were being such a fucking brat earlier.” He let his fingers tease you again, barely dipping inside you before pulling away, making you cry out.

“Please—”

Another sharp spank.

“You can do better than that.”

Tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. “I-I’m sorry,” you choked out, desperate, broken. “I was wrong. I’ll be good. Please, I need you, please—”

Heeseung tilted his head, watching you fall apart. Then, finally, his lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.

“There’s my good girl.”

And then, at last, he ruined you.

Heeseung didn’t let up—didn’t slow down, didn’t let you breathe. He touched you everywhere, made you feel everything, his hands and mouth claiming you so thoroughly you didn’t know where he ended and you began. He didn’t stop until you were a shaking, whimpering mess, barely able to think, barely able to breathe through the pleasure.

As he kissed your temple, soft again, sweet again, he whispered against your damp skin, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Next time you decide to test me, sweetheart…” He chuckled, low and dark.

“Remember how fucking bad you begged for me.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

Jay had always been a giver.

The kind of man who put you first, no matter what. The kind who kissed your ankles before trailing up your thighs, who held your face so tenderly when he pressed his lips against yours. The kind who worshipped your body like it was his sole purpose in life to make you feel good.

Which is why, when you first brought up the idea of bratting, he had just laughed.

“Baby,” he had sighed, shaking his head with pure adoration. “You know I could never be mean to you.”

You had just smirked. “We’ll see.”

It had been too easy to get under his skin.

You knew exactly how to poke at his restraint. How to test the limits of his patience. It started small—pushing his hands off you when he tried to touch you, rolling your eyes when he kissed your neck. When he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist?

You huffed dramatically and stood up, brushing yourself off.

“Nah. Not in the mood.”

Jay had blinked up at you, brows raising slightly, clearly taken aback. You watched the way his jaw tensed just a little,the way his fingers curled into his lap before he exhaled, forcing a smile.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice gentle as always. “Let me know when you are.”

That was your first mistake.

Because you had wanted him to snap. You had wanted him to take control. Jay, sweet, patient Jay, had tried so fucking hard not to.

But the moment you rolled your eyes again? The moment you let out a small, dismissive scoff?

That patience shattered.

One second, you were standing. The next, you were on your knees.

Jay had grabbed your wrist, yanked you down in front of him, and before you could even process it, his fingers were gripping your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

“You wanna act like a brat, baby?” His voice was low, tight, dangerous. “Fine. But now, you’re gonna fucking take care of me first.”

Your stomach dropped.

Jay had never been selfish. Never taken before giving. Never used you for his own pleasure. But now?

Now, he was looking down at you like he was going to ruin you.

He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over yours, teasing. “I spend all my time making you feel good,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down, brushing over your collarbone, tracing the delicate lines of your body before moving lower. “And you wanna act up? Act like you don’t fucking need me?”

His fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face up.

“That’s fine, sweetheart,” he sighed, mock sympathy dripping from his tone. “Then tonight, it’s about me.”

Your lips parted, breath catching.

Jay just chuckled.

“Open.”

Your thighs clenched. But you obeyed.

The moment your mouth parted, Jay’s fingers slipped inside, pressing against your tongue, his eyes darkening as he felt the wet heat of your mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now let’s put that bratty little mouth to work.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Jay reached down, undoing his belt with deliberate slowness, watching your face the entire time. You could see it—the way his chest rose and fell just a little heavier, the way his fingers twitched with anticipation.

But then, when he finally pulled himself out, you whimpered.

“That’s right, baby.” His hand threaded into your hair, gripping just tight enough to make your scalp tingle. “I don’t want you teasing. I don’t want you playing.” He leaned down, his forehead nearly pressing against yours. “I want you to take it. All of it.”

Fuck. Fuck.

You barely had time to react before he was pushing past your lips, slow but deep, groaning as he felt you stretch around him. His head tilted back for a second, his throat bobbing, his breath hitching.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, his voice wrecked already. His hand tightened in your hair, keeping you still as he pushed deeper, deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, making your eyes sting with tears.

Jay groaned. A deep, primal sound, his thighs tensing as he held you there for a second, letting you feel it.

Then, he pulled back. Not all the way—just enough to let you breathe before he thrust back in, slow but rough, making you choke slightly.

You whimpered, drool slipping past the corner of your lips. Jay cursed under his breath, wiping it away with his thumb, smearing it across your cheek.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his tone taunting. “Like being used. Like being fucked open.” His grip on your hair tightened, tugging your head back slightly before thrusting back into your mouth, making you gag. “Not so bratty now, huh?”

Your thighs pressed together, the heat between your legs unbearable. You wanted to touch yourself so fucking badly,but Jay noticed the way you squirmed.

He laughed.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he warned, breathless. “You don’t get to touch yourself. Not after the shit you pulled tonight.”

You let out a muffled whine, and Jay groaned again, his head dropping forward, pressing against the wall behind him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re so fucking good for me now, huh? Taking me so well. Not a single complaint.” His fingers brushed against your cheek, soft again, affectionate. “That’s what I thought, sweetheart.”

His hips jerked forward, losing rhythm, and you knew he was getting close. His thighs were tensing, his stomach flexing. His breathing was ragged, desperate.

Then, his fingers slid to your jaw, gripping just tight enough to make you look up at him.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he muttered, his voice low, ruined. “Wanna see that pretty little face when I cum.”

He broke right then and there.

Jay groaned your name, his hips snapping forward, his abs contracting hard as he spilled down your throat, his entire body shuddering. He held you there, panting, shaking, his fingers brushing over your lips as he watched you swallow everything he gave you.

Then, after a long moment, he let out a breathy chuckle.

“Fuck,” he sighed, running a hand through his damp hair, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hazy. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, sweetheart.”

You licked your lips, giving him a sly, innocent look.

“So…” You tilted your head. “Did I push you far enough?”

Jay just shook his head, grinning.“Baby,” he murmured, leaning down, lifting you up with ease and throwing you onto the couch. “We’re just getting started.”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

Jake had never been this fucking angry before.

Not at you. Not at anyone.

It started small—just a disagreement, a little back and forth, nothing serious. But you had been pushing him. You had wanted this.

And now?

Now, he was burning with it.

“Why the fuck are you acting like this?” Jake snapped, standing across from you, his fingers digging into his scalp as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. “You wanna piss me off? Is that what you fucking want?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the couch like you weren’t intentionally trying to get under his skin. “I’m not doing anything, Jake. You’re the one getting worked up.”

His jaw ticked, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath, like he was physically restraining himself from losing it completely. “Worked up? You’ve been a fucking brat all day. Ignoring me, rolling your eyes, mouthing off like you don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to.”

You scoffed. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you’re intimidating, Jake. You’re not.”

His jaw clenched. Hard.

“Try me.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his entire body had tensed up, his hands curled into fists at his sides. But you weren’t done.

Not yet.

“You don’t scare me,” you said, tilting your chin up at him. “You act all cocky, but you let people walk all over you, Jake. You’re too nice. Too fucking soft.”

Jake let out a bitter, breathy laugh, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking full of shit.”

“You know I’m right.” You shrugged, the smirk playing at your lips. “You pretend you’re in control, but let’s be real—you don’t even know how to take what you want.”

That did it.

His head snapped up, his eyes burning, his patience completely fucking gone.

“You wanna see me take what I want?” His voice was low, dangerous, lethal. “Careful what you fucking ask for, sweetheart.”

You should have stopped. Should have backed down, should have apologized.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you said the worst fucking thing of your life.

“Y’know, he could probably make me cum faster than you can.”

Silence.

Jake’s entire body locked up. His head tilted slightly, his lips parting like he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly.

In an instant, he was in front of you, his hand wrapping around your jaw, gripping it hard enough to make your lips part.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

His eyes were burning, his fingers digging into your skin, his entire body shaking with barely-contained rage.

You swallowed, chest rising and falling, heart hammering in your ribs.

But you were too far gone.

You smirked.

That was it.

Before you could even breathe, Jake had yanked you onto the couch, shoved you down, and spread you the fuck open.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

No teasing. No warm-up. No fucking foreplay.

His hands gripped your thighs so hard you knew there would be bruises. He ripped your panties down with one sharp tug, the fabric burning against your skin as he yanked them past your thighs.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, dragging his fingers through your folds, spreading the mess you had already made all over yourself. His touch was slow, taunting, humiliating.

“You’re fucking dripping. You like this, don’t you?” His voice was low, mocking, pure condescension. He let out another chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Such a dirty little bitch. Talking about another man when you’re this fucking wet for me.”

You bit your lip, hands digging into the cushions, your body betraying you, trembling in anticipation.

Jake noticed. Of course, he did.

His grin turned wicked, dark, completely unhinged. “Bet if I slapped this nasty little cunt, you’d fucking moan, wouldn’t you?”

Your entire body tensed.

“Jake—”

SMACK.

A sharp, stinging slap landed directly against your clit, the sudden shock ripping a strangled gasp from your throat,your back arching completely off the couch.

Jake’s breath shuddered, his cock straining against his jeans, his fingers flexing against your thighs like he was barely holding himself back.

“Oh, you fucking liked that.” His voice was pure filth. He tilted his head, watching the way your thighs twitched, the way your hips subtly shifted like you wanted more.

“God, baby, you’re disgusting.” His fingers spread you open again, admiring the way your slick dripped down onto the couch. “You got my fucking couch messy. Dirty fucking slut.”

This was a man on a fucking mission.

His tongue was rough, filthy, relentless, flicking against your swollen clit so fast you couldn’t even process it. His lips wrapped around it, sucking with obscene, wet sounds, his breath heavy, ragged, completely unhinged.

And then—he bit you.

Your scream tore through the room, your thighs clamping shut around his head, your back arching off the couch.

Jake groaned into you, loud and filthy, gripping your legs and forcing them apart again, holding you wide fucking open.

“Keep running your mouth now, baby,” he murmured against your cunt, his voice low, ruined, mean. “Tell me again how someone else could fuck you better than me. Say it, I fucking dare you.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t fucking breathe.

Jake just laughed.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

Without warning—his fingers slammed inside you.

Deep. Hard. Perfect.

The stretch burned, his pace ruthless, unforgiving, fucking into you like he wanted to break you. His tongue flicked over your clit again, biting down every time you made a sound.

You sobbed, your body convulsing, your hips trying to jerk away.

Jake’s grip tightened.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. You’re not fucking going anywhere.”

His voice was pure sin.

“You’re gonna sit the fuck still and take it.”

You whimpered, shaking your head, begging for something—anything—but Jake just fucking laughed again, low and mean, before spitting on your cunt, spreading the mess with his tongue.

“Messy fucking whore.”

Your orgasm hit you like a fucking truck, tearing through you so violently you screamed, legs shaking as you came so hard you thought you might black out.

But Jake?

Jake didn’t stop.

“Oh, you thought we were done?” He snorted, mean and mocking. “Nah, sweetheart. You wanted to talk shit?”

He sucked your clit back into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

“Now you’re gonna fucking take it.”

Your second orgasm ripped through you instantly, your entire body spasming, your hips trying to jerk away, but Jake just gripped you tighter, forcing you to sit on his face, to fucking ride his tongue.

And then, before you could even breathe, your entire body tensed—

Liquid gushed out of you.

Hard.

All over his face, his chin, soaking the couch beneath you, your body completely convulsing.

Jake let out a wrecked, breathy groan, his hips grinding into the floor, his tongue still fucking working you open, still fucking sucking every last drop from you.

But even then—he didn’t stop.

“Oh, you’re fucking crying now?” He mocked, his fingers still slamming into you, deep and fast. “Poor fucking baby. Can’t take what she asked for?”

You sobbed, your body completely wrecked, completely useless.

You tried to say something—beg him, plead, say anything, but the words barely even formed, coming out in a broken, trembling whimper.

Jake just laughed, mean and taunting, his tongue dragging over your clit again, biting down hard enough to make you scream.

“Shut the fuck up, baby.” His voice was low, dangerous, dripping with dominance. “If you’re not gonna scream like the filthy little cumslut you are, then don’t fucking speak.”

He went back in.

Biting, sucking, bruising.

Forcing another, and another, and another orgasm out of you until you couldn’t even move, couldn’t even think, your entire body trembling.

By the time he was done, by the time he had wrung you out so many times you had nothing left to give, your skin covered in bite marks, bruises, your body shaking from overstimulation, you finally realized,

You had never stood a fucking chance.

Jake licked his lips, panting, his face completely soaked with you, his hair damp with sweat. He leaned up, hovering over your wrecked, ruined body, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

His voice was raw, low, unrecognizable.

“Next time you even think about talking shit, sweetheart?”

He licked a stripe up your neck, biting your bottom lip so hard you whimpered.“Remember who the fuck owns this filthy little cunt.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

Sunghoon had told you.

He had warned you before locking himself in his office, his voice low, steady, and unwavering. He hadn’t said it cruelly—he never needed to raise his voice to make you listen.

“I have to work all day today. Don’t bother me.”

That should have been enough.

Should have been the end of it.

But you were a brat. And Sunghoon’s biggest mistake was telling you not to do something.

So you made a plan.

A stupid, reckless, fucked-up plan.

Standing in the doorway of his office, completely naked, you knew you had just set yourself up for a punishment you wouldn’t survive.

Sunghoon was mid-Zoom meeting, voice smooth and professional, his fingers flying across the keyboard, posture straight and focused—completely oblivious to what you were about to do.

Until you grabbed a chair, dragged it right in front of his desk, and sat down—spreading your legs wide, running your fingers between your thighs, putting on a fucking show.

For him.

For your boyfriend who had told you not to bother him.

For the man who hated being disrespected.

For Park Sunghoon, who had never been soft on you when you misbehaved.

You caught the moment he noticed.

His fingers paused on the keyboard. His posture straightened. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

But he didn’t react.

Didn’t scold you. Didn’t glare.

He ignored you.

Kept his fucking cool, continued speaking in that deep, controlled voice like you weren’t sitting right in front of him, fingers slipping between your thighs, chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths.

That was the moment you knew.

You were so fucking done for.

At first, you teased yourself slowly, dragging your fingers through your folds, dipping them in just enough to make yourself gasp. You moaned, softly at first, letting your body relax into the chair, enjoying the power you thought you had.

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked toward you once, just for a second, before going back to his screen.

It wasn’t enough.

So you got louder.

Your fingers worked deeper, faster, two slipping inside, curling against that spot that made your hips jerk, made your breath stutter. Your free hand trailed up your stomach, pinching your nipples, tugging and rolling them, whimpering as you squeezed your thighs together.

Still, he ignored you.

Kept typing, kept nodding at whatever the hell his coworker was saying, his voice even and smooth, unfazed.

You moaned again, louder than necessary, making sure every single sound you made filled the quiet room.

Nothing.

Sunghoon didn’t react, didn’t break, didn’t give you a single ounce of satisfaction.

You knew he was angry. You could feel it. The tension in his jaw, the stiffness of his shoulders, the way he kept adjusting in his seat, shifting like he was trying to control himself.

But he wouldn’t give in.

So you made yourself cum.

Right in front of him.

Loud. Messy. Desperate.

Your fingers curled deep, your back arching as you rode out your first orgasm, moaning his name, gasping for air as your thighs trembled, squeezing together from the aftershocks.

Still, Sunghoon ignored you.

Kept working.

Didn’t give you so much as a glance.

So you did it again.

Your fingers found your clit this time, rubbing messy, fast circles, your hips rolling against your own touch, your body already so sensitive it was almost painful. The second orgasm hit you even harder, tearing through your body so violently that you almost cried.

Sunghoon reached out and muted himself mid-sentence.

Then, he looked at you.

Just once.

His look alone made your stomach drop.

It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t hunger.

It was pure fucking rage.

You barely had time to process it before his meeting ended, and the moment the screen went black—

He stood up.

You gasped, trying to scramble out of the chair, trying to run, but it was too fucking late.

Sunghoon was on you, gripping your throat, yanking you up so effortlessly it made your head spin.

His fingers squeezed, forcing you to look at him, forcing you to see the way his eyes burned with something dark, something dangerous.

“You really don’t listen, do you?” His voice was calm, controlled, but terrifying.

Your breath was shaky, your naked body trembling in his grasp.

“I—I just thought you needed a break,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sunghoon just laughed. A low, dark sound that made your stomach twist.

“You thought you could distract me?” His fingers tightened just slightly around your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you whimper. “You really think you’re that fucking irresistible?”

Before you could answer, he flipped you around and bent you over the desk.

And then?

Nothing.

Sunghoon ignored you.

Just stood there, his hands running over every inch of your body, touching you everywhere except where you needed him most.

His fingers ghosted over your back, up your spine, over your shoulders. They squeezed your ass, traced the curve of your hips, gripped the inside of your thighs.

They dragged lower.

Lower.

Lower—

But not there.

Sunghoon’s hands brushed over your stomach, your ribs, your collarbone, your thighs, your calves, your fucking ankles. He gripped everything. Worshipped everything. Squeezed, kneaded, traced.

But he didn’t touch you there.

Didn’t give you what you needed.

That was when you realized—this was your punishment.

Your frustration boiled over, your body trembling with how badly you needed him.

“Please, Sunghoon,” you whimpered, pushing your hips back, desperate, aching.

Nothing.

His fingers grazed over your tightest hole, teasing, circling, but never pushing in.

You let out a shaky sob, frustration burning in your chest, tears stinging your eyes.

“Fucking touch me.”

Sunghoon grinned against your shoulder, completely entertained.

“Poor baby,” he cooed, cruel, mocking. “So fucking desperate.”

You shook in his grip, letting out a full, wrecked sob.

Sunghoon just chuckled, dark and dangerous, lips brushing against your ear.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cry.” His voice was low, deadly, dripping with amusement.

“You should’ve thought about that before acting like a needy little slut.”

He kept going.

Kept ignoring you.

Kept teasing you. Kept teaching you exactly why you should never fucking disobey Park Sunghoon.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

Sunoo loved to act like he was the one in control. He liked to roll his eyes when you tested him, sigh dramatically whenever you got a little too bratty, flash that smug little smirk when he thought he had you wrapped around his finger.He’d tilt his head, raise a brow, and say something teasing, something condescending, something that made it seem like he wasn’t affected by your games. But that was a lie.

Because Sunoo had no fucking restraint.

When you pushed him too far, he didn’t just put you in your place.

He dragged you down with him.

It started as a stupid little game. You wanted to see how much teasing he could handle before he finally broke. Sunoo was always trying to act like he was in charge, like he had all the power, like he could handle whatever you threw at him. So naturally, you wanted to prove him wrong. You started small—brushing off his touches, sighing when he kissed you, glancing at your phone when he tried to pull you onto his lap. Sunoo noticed immediately. He wasn’t the type to ignore things like this, and you could tell by the way he shifted in his seat, the way his fingers drummed against his knee, the way his tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he tried so hard to keep his composure.

But Sunoo wasn’t calm.

Sunoo wasn’t patient.

Sunoo wasn’t the brat tamer.

Sunoo was just as much of a brat as you were.

So when you looked at him with a smirk and whispered, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Sunoo snapped.

His entire body froze for half a second, like his brain needed to process what you had just said, and then suddenly, you weren’t sitting anymore. He had shoved you onto the bed so fast you barely had time to gasp, his hands gripping your thighs, pinning you down beneath him, straddling your hips like he couldn’t stand being apart from you for even a second. His face was inches from yours, his eyes dark, his lips parted, his breath heavy.

“You think you can just say shit like that?” His voice was high, breathy, trembling slightly— not from fear or hesitation, but from pure fucking need. His fingers trailed up your sides, gripping, squeezing, touching everything he could, as if he was afraid you’d slip away. His lips brushed against your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbone, kissing, sucking, licking, mouthing at your skin like he needed it to survive.

“You think I can’t—fuck—you think I can’t handle you?” His hips rutted against yours, desperate, sloppy, uncoordinated, completely unhinged. His hands were everywhere, on your waist, on your chest, sliding down to your thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise.

Sunoo wasn’t holding back anymore.

Sunoo was completely fucking gone.

“Oh my god, I hate you,” he whined, voice high and breathless, but his body contradicted him entirely as he pressed himself closer, rolling his hips against you like he couldn’t stand not being buried in you already. It was so Sunoo—messy, chaotic, too fast, too much, all at once, no control, no restraint. His hands were shaking as he touched every inch of your skin, as if he needed to feel you everywhere at once.

“You don’t hate me,” you teased, gasping when he squeezed your waist hard, his nails digging in.

“I do,” he muttered, lips dragging over your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “I do. I hate you so much. You make me like this. You make me—ah—” His words broke off into a shaky moan, high and breathy, as his hips stuttered against you, completely lost in the moment.

Then, you broke.

Because Sunoo wasn’t controlling you anymore.

You weren’t controlling him.

There was no winner.

Just messy, unrestrained, mind-numbing desperation.

By the time it was over, by the time the room had gone still, your bodies tangled together, chests heaving, skin damp with sweat, Sunoo let out a weak, breathless laugh, burying his face against your shoulder. His hands were still gripping your thighs, like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“We’re both fucking idiots.” His voice was hoarse, exhausted.

You huffed out a laugh, fingers tracing lazy circles against his back. “Yeah. But it’s your fault.”

Sunoo groaned, rolling onto his side, covering his face with his hands, his whole body still twitching from overstimulation.

“We are never doing that again,” he muttered.

You just smirked, glancing over at him.

“Sunoo.”

“Don’t.”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

He groaned dramatically, dragging a pillow over his face.

“I hate you.”

Maybe next time, neither of you should try to win.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

Jungwon wasn’t easily impressed.

He had infinite patience for other people—for business associates, for important guests, for those who needed to be handled with grace. He could smile, shake hands, make polite conversation without breaking a sweat.

You were the only one who could push him to his fucking limit.

And you knew it.

So when he had told you, very clearly, that tonight’s dinner was important—not to play games, not to act up, not to try him in public—

You did it anyway.

Because you were a brat.

Because you wanted to see just how far you could take it before Jungwon lost control.

You were going to suffer for it.

It had started subtly.

You had played nice for the first half of the evening—smiling sweetly, making polite conversation, sitting quietly beside him in the private dining room of a luxurious five-star restaurant.

Just when things were going smoothly, you pressed your hand onto his thigh.

Jungwon didn’t react.

Didn’t even glance at you.

He kept talking, voice smooth, composed, his posture completely relaxed.

So you took it further.

Your fingers traced slow, teasing circles on his inner thigh, inching higher, barely brushing over him.

Still, he didn’t react.

But then, just as you leaned in, just as your fingers moved a little too high—

His hand clamped down on your thigh, fingers digging in so hard you knew there would be bruises.

You barely managed to keep your gasp quiet.

Jungwon turned his head slightly, just enough for you to see the sharp, dark look in his eyes.

A warning.

But you only smirked.

And that was the last mistake you’d make tonight.

The ride back to the hotel was silent.

Jungwon didn’t speak, didn’t touch you, didn’t even look at you.

Somehow, that was worse.

Because you could feel it radiating off of him—the quiet rage, the suffocating control, the slow, creeping tension in the way his fingers flexed against his thigh.

By the time you reached the penthouse suite, you barely had time to breathe before he grabbed you.

One second, you were stepping inside—the next, your back was slammed against the door, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Try that again.” His voice was low, cold, sharp enough to cut. “See what happens if you ever pull that shit in front of people again.”

Your breath caught, your body buzzing with adrenaline, with anticipation, with the sheer intensity of his stare.

Jungwon scoffed, shaking his head. “You think this is funny?”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm but his words pure ice.

“Maybe next time, I should just fuck you in front of everyone. Make you cum on my cock while they watch.”

Your entire body tensed.

Jungwon grinned against your skin, feeling the way your breath hitched.

“Oh?” He pulled back slightly, tilting his head. “You don’t like that idea?” His fingers tightened around your chin, his grip firm, unyielding. “Then why the fuck would you act like a filthy little whore under the table?”

Your stomach twisted, heat pooling between your legs.

Jungwon let out a dark, humorless laugh.

“You’re pathetic.”

In one smooth motion, he spun you around, pressing you against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, forcing you to look down at the glittering city lights.

“You wanna put on a fucking show?” His hands gripped your hips, forcing your legs apart. “Then fucking take it, slut.”

Swiftly, he ripped your dress open.

The sharp sound of fabric tearing sent a shock through your body, your bare chest now exposed to the cold glass.

“Fucking look at yourself,” he muttered, pressing a hand against your spine, arching your back until your tits were flush against the freezing window.

Violent, he spat on your back.

The shock of it made you whimper, made your skin burn, made your entire body lock up.

“That’s all you’re fucking good for,” Jungwon muttered, rubbing his hand over the mess, smearing it across your skin before grabbing the back of your neck, pushing your face against the glass.

And then—he fucked you.

Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

Each thrust pressed you further against the window, your breath fogging up the glass, your body trembling as pleasure and pain blurred together into something unrecognizable.

But Jungwon wasn’t fucking done with you.

He dragged you onto the balcony.

The cool night air kissed your burning skin, but Jungwon didn’t give you time to adjust before he forced you onto your knees, his chest pressed against your back as he spread your legs wide, making sure you were completely exposed to the city below. 

“You wanted my attention?” His voice was venomous, sharp, pure dominance. “Then fucking take it.”

His fingers plunged into you, rough, punishing, fucking you open with no mercy, no hesitation. 

“Look at you,” he sneered, forcing your head up, making sure your eyes locked on the city skyline, the streets below where anyone could look up and see you. “A desperate little slut, dripping down my fucking hand.”

His fingers curled against that devastating spot inside you, making your thighs shake, making your breath hitch, making you arch helplessly against him.

“You wanna be seen?” His voice was pure sin in your ear, his free hand gripping your throat. “Then fucking scream.”

What were you if not obedient?

You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing, pleasure bursting so violently that liquid gushed from you, soaking his hand, the balcony floor, leaving you shaking, spent, completely wrecked. 

Jungwon groaned against your ear, his grip tightening, his hand still working you through the aftershocks. 

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured, rubbing the mess against your thighs, against your clit, overstimulating you until you were sobbing, your body twitching in his grasp. “So fucking pretty.”

Your entire body trembled, your mind completely wrecked.

Only then—only when he was satisfied—did he finally let you rest.

But later, when the night was over, when he had carried you into the warm, soapy bath, his hands gentle as they massaged your sore muscles, he was different.

Soft.

Loving.

His lips brushed over your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice warm, teasing. “Even when you’re a fucking menace.”

You giggled, and he laughed too, his chest shaking against your back, his arms wrapping around you tighter.

“I’m so fucking happy I married you.” His lips trailed down your neck, leaving soft, reverent kisses. “Even if you make me insane.”

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

You never learned your lesson.

No matter how many times Niki put you in your place, no matter how many times he warned you that your bratty antics would come back to bite you, you just couldn’t help yourself.

You really pushed him.

It started with small things—ignoring his texts on purpose, pretending not to hear him when he spoke, rolling your eyes at his teasing. But what really set him off was when you stole his hoodie and sprinted across the apartment, laughing over your shoulder as he called your name.

That was your biggest mistake.

Because the second you ran, Niki’s entire demeanor changed.

“Oh, you’re dead,” he muttered under his breath, amusement laced with something darker.

He chased you.

You barely made it to the bedroom before he tackled you onto the mattress, effortlessly pinning you down with his weight, your wrists trapped above your head. His face was close—too close—his grin sharp and smug as you squirmed underneath him.

“You think you’re funny?” His voice was all playful mockery, but the firm grip on your wrists told a different story.

You only pouted in response, refusing to give in so easily. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Niki scoffed. “Nah, you know exactly what you did.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing mischievously. “And now, you have to pay for it.”

Your stomach flipped.

Niki had a habit of punishing you in the worst possible ways—not with pain, not with cruelty, but with something so much more unbearable.

Teasing.

And when he suddenly straddled your hips, pinning you down further, you knew you were screwed.

“You wanna act like a brat?” His fingers suddenly ghosted over your sides, making you jolt. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”

Before you could react, he started tickling you mercilessly.

“NI—NIKI, STOP!” you screeched, thrashing under him, laughter spilling from your lips against your will.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” he teased, his hands never relenting as they roamed over your ribs, your stomach, your hips—every spot he knew made you weak. “Where’d all that attitude go?”

You tried to kick him off, but he was so much stronger than you, effortlessly keeping you trapped beneath him.

“N-Niki, please!”

He smirked. “Please what? I thought you liked messing with me.” His hands finally slowed, giving you a moment to catch your breath—just before he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear.

“You wanna know what your real punishment is?” he whispered, voice lower, deeper.

You shivered.

Niki suddenly grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pressing them against the mattress while his free hand trailed down your stomach, slow and deliberate.

“You don’t get to touch me.”

Your breath hitched.

He grinned at your reaction, fingers teasing over your thighs without really giving you what you wanted. “You can squirm, you can beg, you can cry—doesn’t matter. You’re not getting anything until I say so.”

Your body ached with frustration. “You’re so annoying,” you huffed.

He just laughed, tilting his head. “Oh? I thought I was so fun to mess with?”

You wanted to argue, but then his fingers brushed exactly where you needed them, and suddenly, words weren’t so easy to find.

But just as quickly as the touch came—he stopped.

You whimpered. “Niki—”

“Shhh,” he cooed mockingly. “You wanna be a brat? Then act like one—squirm all you want, but you’re not coming until I let you.”

And oh, did he take his sweet time.

For what felt like forever, Niki toyed with you, pushing you right to the edge only to pull away at the last second. Every time you got too close, he’d stop completely, watching as you whined in frustration, your body burning with need.

“You’re so easy to break,” he mused, chuckling at your trembling form. “Maybe next time, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

And then—finally, finally—he gave you what you wanted.

But even then?

Even then?

He made sure you paid for it.

Because he didn’t let you come just once.

He made you beg for it.

Over. And over. And over.

Until you were completely, utterly wrecked—panting, spent, boneless under him.

And only then did he loosen his grip on your wrists, kissing your cheek as if he hadn’t just tortured you for the past hour.

“See?” He grinned, nuzzling against your neck. “You should just behave next time.”

You glared at him weakly. “I hate you.”

Niki only laughed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. “You love me.”

And annoyingly enough?

He was right.

-

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[shidoglazer]

🔞 part 1 ryusae x reader mdni threesome

shidou wasn’t kidding about wanting to share you with sae ..

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

sae - pink

shidou - red

after that night, you kept in contact with sae but never got physical with him. you explained the situation whereas shidou got… mad (?) at you, and he understood.

you thought that was the last of sae you were going to see, and it didn’t make you feel any particular type of way, you both have only ever hooked up a few times. you weren’t sure if he even liked you. until one day you walked into your shared apartment with your boyfriend, and seeing sae and shidou on the couch talking. what. the fuck.

you immediately caught their attention as they turned their heads, staring at your dumbfounded expression. saes face was as cold as ever, while shidou was grinning like an idiot. “look who’s back. come, join us.” shidou patted the empty space of the couch between them. “welcome back.” you placed down your bags, walking over to the couch and hesitantly sitting down between them, hands on your thighs as you looked to the floor while sae and shidou were just.. staring at you.

“well? don’t you have anything to say?” he stared at your face with that same piercing gaze as ever, placing his warm palm onto your thigh, gripping it softly.

“i thought y’liked being an attention whore, where’s allat now?”

god you really felt like burying a hole into the ground and jumping straight into it. you tripped over your words, not sure wether to look at sae or shidou. “i, i’m sorry, but what’s going on?? why are you both here?”

“i think were all clear on why we’re here.” with that stupid grin plastered onto his face.

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“oh- oh god!. fuck! sae, haah,” you moan out as sae placed one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling circles around it as 2 of his fingers assaulted the other one just as skilfully, letting out low groans that sent shivers down your body. you were laid on top of sae while shidou was behind you plunging into your gummy walls, his dick coated in your arousal. the way you clenched around him when sae teased your nipples didn’t go unnoticed by him, scoffing as he placed a hard slap onto your ass, causing you to bite your lower lip while letting out a strained moan, going rougher on you.

“princess, who do you think is fucking your hole right now? hm? calling out saes name instead of mine? you really are an attention whore.” he let out a disappointed sigh, fucking into you faster until you had tears streaming down your face. “i’hmn sorrrryyhh.. ryuu!! ah, nnnghhhh!!..”

sae let go of your nipple with a “pop!” when he felt one of your tears drip down onto his head, lifting his body up slightly and trailing his hand to your cheek, caressing it softly to wipe away your tears. his touch was so gentle compared to shidou. “it’s okay, just be a good girl for shidou, mhm? i’m here baby.” you nodded mindlessly at saes words, pouting as the thrusts from shidou were never ending.

you felt the familiar coiling in your stomach as you neared your orgasm, your fingers clutching onto saes shoulders to balance yourself. “oh my god, ryu! ryu, cummin, cumming! please!” “mhm? cum for me, doll.” your back arched, letting out a loud whine as you felt yourself release, along with shidous warm arousal coating your walls. you went limp against saes body as shidou gave you one last thrust to make sure everything was rutted into you.

sae stroked your head gently when you went limp, earning a scoff from shidou as he slowly pulled out, watching you boths mixed juices leak out from your hole. “y’re pampering her too much, no wonder she likes you.” “my apologies that i have the decency to not make a girl cry, unlike someone.”

shidou rolled his eyes, laying onto the bed next to you two. “your turn, shes all yours now.” sae hummed, lifting you up gently and laying you onto the bed on your elbows and knees, placing his hand on one of the globes of your ass, caressing it as the other hand lined up with your core, pushing in slowly, earning a breathy moan from you. “s-sae.. feels good,,” “mhm? just relax. i’ll take care of you.”

sae started pumping in you gently, while shidou went in front of you, getting onto his knees and tilting your chin up, thumb on your lower lip. “open up, doll.” you did as told before even processing it, eyes rolling to the back of your head when shidou suddenly started fucking your throat. the thrusts from sae helped jerk your body to bob your head over shidous dick, while the vibrations from your moans felt euphoric for shidou.

sae was clearly not amused, suddenly thrusting faster and rougher then before, landing a small spank onto your ass, not enough to hurt but enough to grab your attention. “pay attention to me if you want to cum.“ he said with a piercing tone,staring daggers into shidous eyes. you whined when sae said that, but being completely cut off when shidou shoved his whole cock down your throat, causing you to gurgle and gag around it. he grinned at how dissatisfied sae looked. you yourself weren’t sure who to pay attention to, clenching around saes cock as you kept your mouth open wide for shidou to use while your moans came out muffled.

when shidou reached his breaking point, he pulled out fast, making you cough at the sudden emptiness. he started stroking his own shaft, pumping his cum all over to your face as you closed your eyes, continuing to let out loud moans while sae was pounding into you ruthlessly now, as if he was extremely opposed to your attention being put on shidou when sae was the one fucking you so deliciously.

“sae, g’na cum! oh god, sae, sae!!!..” “good girl. timing it so well with me. cmon, cum for sae.” your back was arched as you reached your climax, the sensations washing over your body like a tidal wave while all you could do was moan helplessly, shaking like a leaf under saes frame while he rutted into you, filling your stomach with warmth.

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after that night, sae started coming over a lot more frequently. not just for sex, he would just hang out with you and shidou, or even just be reading a book at the corner of the room while you and shidou went at it. it was no doubt that eventually, he became apart of your relationship, and now you and shidou both were basically saes kids from how childish your bickering was.

“he’s being such a jerk! he keeps calling me a stupid cock slave!”

“you enjoy being called that! tch, sue a guy for giving his own girlfriend a pet name.” “excuse me?!-“

“enough. both of you. whoever keeps going is cleaning the bathroom.”

sigh .. he wasn’t sure if you both were his partners or kids at this point ..

hii thanks 4 reading through!! sorry if theres any ooc parts or grammar mistakes :)

[minswriting]

need a spencer version of pulling him into the bathroom and holding onto the straps of his fbi vest

something about that man in that vest just really does it for me

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | post prison spencer, semi-public sex in a police station, typical criminal minds violence mention.

hotch version

the case had been a tough one. the unsub had almost shot one of the police officers and therefore, died suicide by cop. the situation had been tense and high adrenaline. and the only thing you could think about after such situation was how good spencer looked in his vest. you knew it wasn’t the time to do that but you just couldn’t help yourself.

as you guys walked back into the precinct, you subtly grabbed spencer’s hand and b-lined to the bathroom, locking the door behind spencer. “what-“ spencer began but ultimately stopped when you put a hand on his crotch.

“here’s the deal,” you said, palming spencer through his trousers. “you look so good in your vest that i just can’t help myself. so you’re going to fuck me.”

spencer raised an eyebrow before ultimately agreeing. which is how you ended up pressed against the bathroom wall with spencer pounding into you frantically. you held onto the straps of his vest, looking him up and down.

he was so incredibly handsome.

your cunt had been throbbing with need all day while he’s been in that stupid, uncomfortable vest. and now that his cock was finally inside of you, you couldn’t help but relish in it. it had been days since the two of you slept together and so, you were kind of needy.

“you’re so wet,” spencer whispered shakily as he moved his hips. “all for me?”

you nodded your head. “all for you,” you whispered back, trying your hardest not to moan.

it was hard for both of you to be quiet. whenever you and spencer had sex, neither of you shied away from making noises. you both would whine, moan, whimper, and talk dirty to one another. but that was hard when you were in the bathroom of a police station.

spencer leaned in, pressing his lips against yours as he pounded into you. the slight change in angle caused you to gasp against his lips as you gripped the straps of the vest tighter. he moved one of his hands down to your cunt, rubbing your clit.

it didn’t take long until you were cumming, the feeling of spencer rubbing your clit while fucking you overcoming you. as you came, you pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against spencer’s as you tried your best not to moan. spencer continued to fuck you, his movements a bit more desperate as he chased his own high and after a few more thrusts, he buried his head into your shoulder as he came inside of you, filling you up with his cum.

and when you were both finished, he pulled out, clearly dazed from his intense orgasm. as were you. you took a second to collect yourself before pulling your pants back up and fastening them, spencer doing the same. and then you looked at one another as you saw the goofy grin on spencer’s lips.

“see you in a moment?” he murmured, pressing his lips against yours once more.

“see you in a moment,” you replied, kissing spencer back. and with that, you left the bathroom, leaving spencer alone as you thought about the fact that you just fucked your boyfriend in a police station bathroom.

[esstrellaa123]

Saw a fic of crybaby!reader, and was like? My two sense????

Don’t ask how many words :>

Thinking of reader right, all silent for like… a week. Caught up in their head with God knows what, and boom. Sweet Simon finally cracks that fragile barrier you’ve put between the two of you

Because Lord knows Simon hates silence, especially from you. Talk to him, won’t you?

“You’ve yet to speak.” He says blankly, prompting you as he watches you intently like he might be able to see into your very soul. He’s done it before, but now you’re just being difficult >:(

“I’m coloring.” You say just as blank, devoid of the emotion he usually enjoyed. The sun to his world was going dark and he’d do anything to clear those clouds away. Anything. Even if it burned him.

“I like it when you talk.” He tries, arms crossed. Defensive, and unamused by your lack of enthusiasm.

“Not in the mood to.” You all but snap, getting annoyed with him. You let out a harsh huff, coloring a little too hard. Now your drawing was ruined because the pressure changed the color. Everything was fucked. Fuck this.

You tear the page out unceremoniously, tossing it carelessly to the trash before getting overwhelmed with having to start another complex piece. You couldn’t do anything about it now, your old piece was in the trash and-

“Why’re you touching me?” You snap again, jerking away from his hands.

“Alright. What the fuck?” He finally says. Maybe he was more upset at your reaction towards him than you. Either way, he’s getting to the bottom of what he thought was pure and complete bullshit.

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck?’ I don’t want you touching me.” You say, face to face. More like chest to face, but who’s counting the inches? (YES IM AMERICAN)

Okay, ouch. “I’m trynna help here!” He grumbles back down at you.

“I don’t want your stupid help.” You say back, abandoning your art and going to the room. The bang of the door reaches his ears louder than he liked.

“Fucking bullshit. Fucking women.” He grumbles, going out to the porch to smoke.

He’s unhappy. Very exasperated and wanting to break some shit. But he’s better. He got better for you.

He finishes his smoke, somewhat calmed. Maybe you were hungry. Had you had water?

“I don’t want-” you start up but he’s having none of it. Not when his patience is spread thin and he’d really like to spread you open. So be cooperative.

“Nah, shut- shut up.” He cuts you off, setting the tray of food down on the bed. Fruits, peanut butter, chocolate, and some water. “Eat.” He says, sliding under you.

“‘M not hungry.” You say, crossing your arms.

…..

You sit in his lap, being hand fed as you watch your Law and Order. “Water.” He instructs, watching you take a sip before opening your mouth for another strawberry. He delivers.

You’re more responsive now. He’s appreciative of that. But food wasn’t the root of this problem. Neither was water. Something else was bothering you.

“Feel better?” He asks, letting you curl up on his side, using him for all his warmth and comfort.

You nod into the crook of his neck, finding comfort in his tone and smell. “Feel better.” You confirm.

“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” He finally questions.

“Nothin’s goin’ on.” You huff.

“Don’t huff at me.” He says, flicking your forehead. He let you get away with that shit this morning. There would not be a repeat.

“Just wanna relax.” You breathe, turning over.

“You’ll relax when you get it off your chest.” He turns over, curling around you like heat does a fire. Like it’s natural to be enveloped by a certified heater, it’s second nature.

You can’t help but lean in, scooting back, pulling his arms closer. “Just tired.”

“Tired of what?” He pushes.

“Life.” You mumble, the tears welling. You didn’t like thinking like this, but it plagues you. Sneaks and floods into your day. Your smile dropping too quickly for your own liking. You just wanted to curl up, sleep, and stay in your dreams.

He only hugs you closer. He doesn’t move as you shift, your face pressed firmly into his chest as the tears finally fall.

“I got ya. Si’s got ya.” He mumbles lovingly, rubbing your back, pulling you impossibly closer as you cling to his back. “Tell me what you need, hm?” He suggests, letting you nuzzle into his warmth even more.

“You.” You reply simply. There’s nothing you want or love more than lying in bed with him. You’d stay there, keep him there, even if you had to tie him down, but ultimately knew you wouldn’t, because he’d stay if you asked.

He hummed, low. You almost missed it, and he just holds you, keeping you close.

He’d be there in the morning, letting you cry on his shoulder again if you needed. He’d kiss all your tears away, kiss your tension away. It eased his, made him feel better, let him relax. He’d be your safe space if you promised to be his….

[insidekatmind]

Jealousy~Berlin(Song Jung-ho)

Wearning: +18,smut, degratation, public, age-gap

Request: yes!

The roar of gunshots and muffled screams echoes through the Palazzo della Zecca. The tension is electric, and every step you take seems to echo through the corridors like a death knell. But you keep your cool. You have to. Everyone is counting on you.

You’re there as part of the gang, your face hidden behind the red mask, but your most precious secret is another. You and Berlin are in a relationship. Something forbidden, dangerous and at the same time impossible to ignore. He is the relentless genius who orchestrates the plan with lethal elegance, and you… are the only one capable of breaking through his icy armor.

No one knows. No one must know. And yet, Denver continues to try to get to you. His open smiles and cheeky jokes follow you everywhere. Many times you’ve laughed, trying to ignore the jabs and attempts at flirting, but every time it happens, you feel Berlin’s eyes fixed on you. Cold and fierce.

“Hey, girl, how about we run away from this madhouse together when this is all over?” Denver jokes one day, with that naive, charming boyish smile.

You pretend to ignore him, to concentrate on your station, but his playful tone is hard to completely push away. What you don’t expect, though, is the sudden grip of a hand around your wrist. Strong. Relentless.

“Come with me. Now.” Berlin’s voice is sharp, cold as a freshly sharpened knife.

You don’t have time to protest. He drags you into another room, away from the others, his furious footsteps echoing on the floor. He slams the door shut and stares at you, eyes burning with barely contained anger.

“What do you think you’re doing messing with Denver?” His voice is a low growl, but the trembling in his hands reveals an emotion far deeper than anger: fear.

“I… I wasn’t… It’s not what you think.” You try to explain, but he’s already too blinded by jealousy to really listen.

“I don’t want to see you even talk to him.” He presses you against the wall, his presence intrusive and possessive. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

Your heart is racing, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that takes your breath away. It’s not just desire, but a desperate need, a terror hidden behind the mask of control.

You hugged him softly. "I'm only yours, love," you whispered softly. His grip tightened around you, his fingers digging into your skin. "Damn right you are," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "You're mine, and don't you fucking forget it."

He pulled back suddenly, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessive intensity. "I don't share, got it? You belong to me, and only me. If I ever catch you looking at another guy, or god forbid, touching one... I'll make you regret it."

His thumb pressed hard against your jaw, his grip painful. "Understand, whore"

You nodded and stroked his arm. You knew he was still angry and decided to make it up to him. You lowered your hand to his crotch, squeezing it. His eyes flashed with anger and desire as you touched him. "You think you can just touch me like that and everything will be okay?" he sneered, grabbing your wrist and squeezing hard. "You're gonna have to do a lot more than that to make it up to me, slut."

He pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your arms above your head. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for a week," he promised darkly, his free hand tearing at your clothes. "And if you dare to make a sound, I'll gag you. Got it?"

His hips ground against yours, his hardness evident through his jeans. "Now be a good little whore and take what's coming to you."

You nodded as you looked at him. He smirked cruelly at your submission, his grip on your wrists tightening. "That's right, nod like the obedient little fucktoy you are," he mocked, leaning down to bite at your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

His hands roamed your body roughly, squeezing and groping as he pleased. "You're nothing but a hole for me to use," he whispered harshly in your ear. "A warm, wet place for my cock to disappear into."

He sat back, unbuckling his belt slowly. "I'm going to destroy this pretty little cunt of yours," he promised, pulling out his hard, thick cock. "And you're going to take every inch like the desperate slut you are."

He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. "Beg me to fuck you like the worthless whore you are."

“Please fuck me,” you whisper softly. You knew you had to make it up to him. His lips curled into a sneer at your whispered plea. "Louder, slut. I want all to hear what a desperate whore you are for my cock."

He pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of penetration. "Beg like you mean it, or I'll make you suffer all night long."

His free hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "Come on, whore. Tell me how much you need my dick inside you. How much you crave being used and abused by me."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. "Because if you don't, I might just decide to leave you empty and aching. Would you like that, you pathetic little slut?"

“Please Berlin,” you said louder, stroking his shoulders. His grip on your throat tightened at the sound of his name, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "There's a good girl," he purred mockingly. "At least you know how to beg properly."

Without warning, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself balls deep inside you in one brutal thrust. He didn't give you any time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace as he fucked you mercilessly.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Like a virgin's cunt."He leaned down, biting at your neck and shoulders, marking you as his.

You groaned and scratched his back. "Berlin," you groaned. His back arched at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, a hiss escaping his lips. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips snapping forward even harder. "Mark me up, you little slut. Show the world who I belong to."

He grabbed your legs, pushing them back and spreading you wide open. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. "Take it, whore," he snarled. "Take every fucking inch of my dick."

You screamed in both pain and pleasure. “Oh,” you said.

His eyes flashed with sadistic pleasure at your scream, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's it, scream for me," he demanded, his pace never faltering. "Let all know what a dirty little slut you are."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a brutal kiss, his teeth biting at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "You love this, don't you?" he panted against your mouth. "Being used and degraded by me. Having your cunt stretched out by my big, thick cock."

His hand cracked across your face, the sharp sting sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "That's right, moan for me, you worthless whore," he sneered, his hips pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace.

He slapped you again, and again, each strike sending you spiraling further into a haze of pain and pleasure. "You're mine," he growled possessively. "My personal fucktoy to use and abuse as I please."

He grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing your mouth open. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, before spitting a thick glob of saliva directly into your mouth. "Taste what a dirty whore you are."

His grip on your jaw tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. "You're nothing but a hole for me to fill," he snarled. "A warm, wet place for my cum to leak out of."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. "And when I'm done with you, I'm going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my seed. Make you choke on it like the cum slut you are."

You swallow his spit and moan as you cling to him. His eyes darkened with lust as you swallowed his spit, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Good girl," he praised mockingly. "Such a obedient little whore, swallowing my spit like it's the nectar of the gods."

He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you mercilessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion.

"You're so fucking close, aren't you?" he sneered, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down hard. "I can feel your cunt tightening around my cock. Beg for permission to come, slut. Beg me to let you find your release."

“Please daddy, make me come and fill me with your cum,” you beg. His eyes flashed with sadistic glee at your desperate plea, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Since you asked so nicely," he purred, his thumb circling your clit rapidly.

His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came with a roar. "Fuck, take it all, you little cum slut," he growled, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot seed.

As your orgasm crashed over you, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Remember this feeling, whore," he whispered menacingly. "Remember who owns this cunt. Who fills it with cum. You belong to me, and only me."

You moaned at his words and took his face and kissed him. He kissed you back roughly, his tongue invading your mouth and dominating yours. His hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back to deepen the kiss as he continued to thrust lazily into your sensitive, cumfilled hole.

When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes were cold and calculating. "You're mine, understood?" he said firmly, his grip on your hair tightening painfully. "I own every inch of you. Your body, your mind, your soul. You exist solely for my pleasure."

You caressed his cheeks. "Honey, I love you. I'm sorry if you felt jealous. No one can take your place," you whispered softly. His expression softened slightly at your words, but the possessive glint remained in his eyes. "I love you too, you stupid girl," he muttered, leaning into your touch. "But don't think that means I'll go easy on you. You're still a brat who needs to be put in her place sometimes."

He pulled out of you abruptly, his cum leaking out of your wellused hole. "Clean me up," he ordered, pushing your head down towards his stillhard cock. "And then get on your knees. It's time for your next lesson in obedience."

You smiled sweetly and muttered a 'yes daddy' and sucked his cock. He groaned as you took his cock into your mouth, his hand gripping the back of your head tightly. "That's it, suck it like the good little slut you are," he praised, his hips rocking forward to fuck your face.

His other hand came up to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he used your mouth. "You look so pretty with my dick stretching your lips," he sneered, his eyes filled with lust and dominance.

He held your head still, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. "Gag on it, whore. Show me how much you love choking on my fat cock."

You moaned on his cock as you choked. You loved being choked on his cock and Berlin knew it. You moaned and continued to suck him. At that moment Denver enters the room and Berlin continues to fuck your face to make him understand that you are his. Berlin's eyes flicked to Denver as he entered the room, a smirk spreading across his face. He didn't even pause in his brutal facefucking, wanting to make sure Denver got a good view of his possession.

"Look at her, Denver," he sneered, gripping your hair tighter. "Look at my little whore, choking on my cock like the slut she is. She's mine, understand? Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, everything belongs to me."

He pulled you off his dick, letting you gasp for air. "Tell him, slut," he ordered, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Tell Denver who you belong to."

“I'm his,” you said and went back to sucking Berlin's cock. Berlin's grin widened at your words, his grip on your throat tightening possessively. "That's right, you're mine," he growled, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock back in your mouth.

He glanced at Denver again, his expression daring him to challenge his claim. "She's my personal fucktoy," he sneered. "I can use her whenever and however I want. Isn't that right, slut?"

You moaned in response on his cock, licking and sucking it more. Berlin's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as you moaned around his cock, your enthusiasm only fueling his dominance. "Fuck, listen to her," he taunted Denver, his grip on your hair tightening. "She loves sucking my dick, doesn't she? She's addicted to the taste of my cum."

He pulled you off his cock again, this time holding you by the back of the neck. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, his other hand pumping his shaft rapidly. "I'm going to mark your face with my cum, so everyone knows you're mine."

His face contorted in pleasure as he came, thick ropes of cum splattering across your cheeks and lips. "Take it, whore," he groaned, his hips jerking forward as he coated you in his seed. "Take my mark."

He held you in place, making sure every drop landed on your face. "There, now everyone will know who you belong to," he sneered, wiping the excess cum off his dick with your hair. "You're mine, and only mine."

He looked at Denver, a cruel smirk on his face. "See that, Denver? That's what happens when you try to take something that belongs to me. She's mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with her."

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you comfort yuri after the events of chapter 14

COMMENTS: i fixed that bullshit scene in chapter 14 when those assholes made yuri cry. i know the mc isn't very confrontational but i am and i got SO mad when that screen happened that i actually skipped through most of the dialogue. fuck those guys. we comfort yuri in this household.

He wasn’t the one who did the betraying. He’d done nothing but his best at every turn. He would never do anything to hurt his patients. He had always done his best. That’s why he became a doctor—to help people in ways he couldn’t before. How could they just enter his clinic and say that!? How could he stop this from continuing? He wanted to leave, he wanted out, he could do this anymore—!

“That’s enough. Get the fuck out right now.”

Yuri sucks in a shuddering breath, his shoulders trembling. It takes a moment for him to realize that you'd stepped in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. The two Frostheim students don’t look deterred, though.

“Getting someone else to cover for yo—”

“Quiet. You have no right to speak here. Get the fuck out.”

“But—”

“Ah, no. Did you not hear me? You might want to go see Darkwick General if you’re becoming delirious. Did you honestly think you could just walk into Yuri’s lab and disrespect him like that? Take your fucking ointment and get out.”

“You—”

“Why are you still here? Trying to dig your own grave? I can’t understand why assholes like you think you even deserve to breathe the same air as him. Yuri is a very intelligent, compassionate man. He’s a far more valuable person than you will ever be.”

It takes Jiro coming back for them to scatter, but all Yuri can think about is how you’ve defended him. He stays silent, letting the thoughts wash over him, and it isn’t until you hold his face and murmur a soft “hey, let me see you,” that he breaks.

It’s embarrassing, sniffling in your arms like a child. His vision is blurry, but sees your heart broken expression and wishes he could fix it. He's the cause of it, the cause of that brokenness, and Yuri wants nothing more than to hold you together, to tell you that he’s fine and that they didn’t affect him at all, but he can’t speak. He soaks up your comfort, hiding his face in your shoulder as you wrap your arms around him, rubbing the most gentle circles onto his back. You’re talking—he thinks you don’t think he’s really, truly listening—and you say the sweetest things.

“You’ve done more with three minutes of your time than they will do with their entire lives,” you say, “You’re talented and strong and so, so smart. I’m always impressed by just how much you know. You’d think I would stop being surprised at some point, because you’re just such a hard worker, but I don’t think I ever will be.”

Your shirt is wet with his tears, His hands are wrinkling the fabric with the force of his grip.

Don’t go. Please stay. Please, please stay.

Believe him. Believe in him. Please.

He wants to stop the tears from falling, to remind you that he’s a strong person even though you've already confirmed it, but with your words his words die away. Your breath is warm against his ear and he shudders, a gut wrenching sob leaving his lips.

It’s been so hard. It always is and always will be.

“Breathe,” you murmur.

One of your hands finds its place on the crown on his head, and when you begin to stroke his hair like he’s someone precious, he crumbles all over again.

It feels so good to be vulnerable. He hates it, but it feels so good. You’re not shoving him away, or calling him a traitor, or yelling at him for his mistakes. You’ve accepted it, or maybe you don’t believe it, but whatever answer is good enough for him so long as you stay by his side.

“You’re a wonderful doctor, Yuri,” you say, “I’ve never met someone so dedicated to his work. I’ve never met someone as passionate as you about advancing the field. You’re so amazing. Don’t let those lowly bastards get you down.”

He hears you ask Jiro to fetch some tissues. He hears him leave.

Yuri thinks he might believe you.

For once in his life, he might believe the things he says about himself, because they come from you.

You have never lied to him, not even once. You wouldn’t start now.

Yuri knows, after all this is over, he’ll be a scared boy curled up behind the brick walls he’s erected over the years. He’ll deny your touch and blush when you smile or ask to hold his hand. He’ll call you ignorant and watch as your face scrunches up in displeasure.

He’d think you hated him.

Why do you stay!?

What if...he messes up with you, too?

“For the record, I don’t believe a single thing those Frostheimer’s say.” you chuckle, “It all sounds like bullshit to me. But if there is anything you want to tell me, be in now or five years from now, you can. I promise I’ll listen.”

Yuri slumps into you.

“I only want to believe the things you tell me about yourself,” you hum, “Because if I believe what everyone says, I wouldn’t really know you. And that’s what I want to do.”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, meeting your gaze with his bloodshot one.

Yuri opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. What should he say? Thank you? I care about you? I want you to stay by my side? I want to protect you, too?

Your eyes dart around his irises, scooping up all of his emotions with your steady hands like they’re tangible things. Like you can understand him perfectly, even though he says nothing.

“Thank you for trusting me,” you reach up and cup his cheek again, brushing your thumb against the wetness of his cheekbone, “I’m honored to be able to help you in any way I can.”

And then,

“I care about you so much.”

You’re so close.

Yuri turns bright red and averts his eyes, sniffling violently. Jiro, back with tissues, hands him a few. He blows his nose and wrinkles his face in displeasure. How could he let those Frostheim students get to him?

How could he ever be weakened when he was next to two of the people who mattered most to him?

[v6quewrlds]

ALL MINE II, TEE HIGGINS.

pairing⠀⁎⠀tee higgins x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀6.2k.

summary⠀⁎⠀though tee has been nothing short of an angel, you can't help the urge to stay alert. one foot out the door is the accusation that leaves tee's lips. eager to prove him wrong, you don't anticipate a blast from the past that challenges your trust.

author's note⠀⁎⠀i said tonight and technically it is still "tonight" :), don't look too closely, i'll edit later <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, some angst, jealousy, jealousy, semi-public sex, dirty talking

"You know what's funny?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she sat on the edge of the bed. Tee, sprawled out on the mattress, looked over at her with a quizzical expression. The bed dipped as she crawled over to him, slinging her right leg over his torso. His hands found their way to her waist, holding her in place as she leaned in closer. "How you're all 'Mr. Perfect' now," she continued, her breath hot on his skin. "Makes me wanna find something, anything, to mess up this pretty picture you're painting."

Tee's smile faltered though it soon returned near immediately. "What does that mean?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. Her lips pursed into a suppressed smile as she leaned in closer, her head nestling in the crook of his neck. The words slipped from her mouth as she strategically avoided his gaze, "I'm waiting for you to fuck it up."

The room went silent. Tee's hands stilled. She could feel the sudden tension in his muscles, the tightening of his grip as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. "Why?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. "You think I'm gonna go back to that?"

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I don't know," she admitted, finally meeting his gaze. "It's just… old habits die hard?"

"Old habits die hard? Is that what you said?" Tee's voice was a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Baby, you know me better than that. I changed, you changed. Why can't we just live in the moment?" He gently turned her chin towards him, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I'm not that dude no more. I told you, I’m all about you, about us."

She sighed, biting her lip as she studied his expression. "It's just hard to trust, you know?" She whispered. "I want to believe you, I really do. But it's like… I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

His jaw tightened, but Tee's eyes remained soft as he stared into hers. "I get it," he said, his voice thick with understanding. "But I need you to tell me what you thinkin' about, what you feelin'. I can't read your mind, baby." He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "If you don't believe me, you gotta tell me. That's the only way we can get past this."

She nodded, feeling the weight of his words. She knew he was right, but it was easier said than done. She didn't want to be that girl, the one always looking for drama, always expecting the worst. But years of heartache had a way of leaving scars that didn't just disappear overnight. "I know…" she sighed, her head falling to his chest. "It's just…"

Tee leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. "I'll wait," he said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet of the room. "But you gotta talk to me."

She nodded as if ready to end the conversation there. But he could feel the tension in her body, the unspoken words that hovered between them like a thick fog. Tee sat up, bringing her with him so they faced each other. "Look," he said, his hand reaching for hers, "I'm not going nowhere. And I'm not gonna be that guy again. But if you can't trust me, this isn't gonna work."

She continued looking for the lie she was convinced must be there. "It's just hard," she murmured, her voice faltering slightly. "I don't want to hold on to the past, but it's like…it's a part of my image of you. All I can think about is what you did before. How you hurt me."

Tee took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the back of her hand in a soothing rhythm. "I know I hurt you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "But I been showin' you every day since we got back together that I've grown since then. That's what matters now, ain't it?"

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "It is," she murmured. "You have shown me that, I swear."

He didn't respond for a moment, his gaze holding hers. Then, with a hum of vulnerability he spoke. "I won't lie, it hurts that you can't fully trust me yet, you know? Like, I get why, I'm not gonna act like I don't." His grip on her hand tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply as if collecting his words. "I been trying so hard to make this right. To make you happy. That's my number one priority."

Her eyes met his, and she felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "It's just…I'm trying to let go of the past, but it's hard when it's all I know." Her hand lifted from his, rising to find his jaw, eyebrows furrowed with a mix of regret and affection. "I love that you've changed, that you're here for me, really here. I want to be all in with you, I do."

Tee leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment before he opened them again, his gaze intense. "But you're not, though," he pointed out gently. "You got one foot out the door, waitin' for me to slip up."

She felt her face heat up with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "It's not like that," she protested, pulling away slightly. "I just… I don't know, I guess I'm just scared."

Tee's eyes searched hers, the silence in the room stretching out like a tightrope. "Scared of what?" he asked, his voice soft, his expression open. "Scared that Imma hurt you again? Scared that you're gonna get hurt?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Both," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But mostly, I'm scared of being in that situation again, of giving my all to you, and then… nothing."

He hummed lowly, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Look, I'm not gonna lie," Tee began, his voice measured and calm. "I 'ont know what's gon' happen tomorrow. But I can promise you this: right now, today, every day that I'm with you, I'll do my best to make sure you're happy. And that's all I can do."

She nodded, understanding his perspective, but the fear remained lodged in her chest like a stubborn knot. Tee took a deep breath, pulling her closer to him. "But if you always lookin' for me to mess up," he said, "you're gonna find something, even if it's not there."

"I know," she murmured, burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry, baby." Her arms wrapped tightly around him, holding on as if he could somehow absorb her fear. Tee held her, his embrace warm and reassuring, until she finally pulled back and took a deep breath.

She felt his eyes on her, studying her before he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It's okay," he murmured. "We'll get there. Just gotta have faith, baby."

They laid there, in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes more than words ever could. She felt the warmth of his body seep into hers, his heart beating a steady rhythm under her ear. She wanted to believe him, she truly did. And for the next month or so, she tried. But as fate would have it, her trust would be tested in the form of Ja'Marr Chase's big mouth.

"Are you free right now?", the text came through from Ja'Marr. She, knee-deep in both hers and Tee's laundry, sighed before responding with a curt "Yeah, what's up?" She had learned to expect the house calls and the late night needs for adjustments with Ja'Marr, so she was not surprised when he replied, "Do you mind coming over to look at my shoulder again? Been acting up."

She agreed, tossing her phone onto the bed before grabbing her bag of supplies. She knew Tee wouldn't mind, he would probably decide to come over to Ja'Marr's house after his workout anyway. She stepped out of her car, the crunch of the gravel under her sneakers, and made her way to the front door. It was left unlocked, a habit of his that she remembered debating with him in the past, especially with his son running around - literally.

Ja'Marr was sprawled out on his couch, a controller in his hands, eyes glued to the TV when she entered. "Yo," he called out, not taking his eyes off the screen. She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Your biggest fan is here for the week," he added without looking up.

Her biggest fan was seated at his father's feet, a rainbow-colored toy car clutched in his tiny fist as he stared up at her. "Hi Uno," she greeted warmly, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the little boy. He giggled, holding out his arms for her, and she couldn't resist scooping him up into a tight embrace.

Ja'Marr grunted, pausing the game. "Damn, can't even get a proper greeting anymore," he joked, his smile wide.

She playfully glared at him as she carried Uno in her arms, wincing when the two-year-old splayed his entire palm over the center of her face. "I got more important things to do than cater to your ego," she teased, setting the toddler down with a raspberry to his cheek before heading to grab her equipment from her bag.

"Do you mind grabbing the massage table from my trunk?" She called out to Ja'Marr as she disappeared into the kitchen to wash her hands. The house was a typical bachelor pad mess, but she had to admit, it had gotten a bit better since the last time she was here.

The shoulder adjustment didn't take too long, her prior work with Ja'Marr making the process almost second nature. About halfway through, her phone rang with a call from Tee, checking in to see if she was still at Ja'Marr's. She barely processed the invitation extended from Ja'Marr to "come through" before Tee announced he was on his way.

Tee arrived just as she was finishing up with the adjustment, his eyes immediately landing on her, a smile spreading across his face. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, whispering, "You smell good," his breath warm against her ear.

"Thank you, baby," she murmured, turning her head to kiss him sweetly. "Just finished up with your boyfriend if y'all want to get a little date in."

The two men protested with a chorus of "Nahs" and "Come on," playfully bickering like old friends. She couldn't help but smile, the sight of them together bringing a warmth to her chest that she had missed during their time apart. She packed up her things, tossing a wink at Ja'Marr as she packed her table away. Ja'Marr and Tee settled into the couch, already loading up 2K while she set her things down near the doorway.

She made a beeline for the floor where Ja'Marr's son was playing with his toys. Uno looked up at her, his eyes lighting up as he held out a toy car for her to take. "Vroom vroom," he said, making engine sounds, and she couldn't help but laugh as she took it from him. "Thanks, bubba," she cooed, playing along as she made her own car sounds.

For a while, she was perfectly content to ignore the easy conversation between the men as she focused on Uno. The little boy had grown so much in the short time she had known him, and she couldn't help but feel a warmth towards him that was almost maternal. But as the afternoon turned into evening, and the two men's voices grew louder, she couldn't ignore the conversation anymore.

"You remember that party last year?" Ja'Marr said, his voice carrying over the sound of the video game. Her hand froze mid-air, the toy car hovering in front of Uno's face. She glanced over her shoulder, watching Tee lean back into the couch with a smirk.

"Yeah," the older of the two said with a shake of his head. "Shit was crazy."

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't like where this was going. She turned her focus back to Uno, trying to tune out the conversation. But it was like trying to ignore a siren blasting through the top floor of a library.

"Glad you came to your senses and left that Soraya girl alone," Ja'Marr said, his tone light but his meaning clear. Tee stiffened on the couch, his eyes flicking over to her for a moment before returning to the game.

Her heart sank, the name "Soraya" echoing in her ears. She didn't react, instead, her eyes remained focused on the toddler, pushing the toy car across the floor, trying to keep her emotions in check. She was overreacting, she told herself. It's just a name. But the way it rolled off Ja'Marr's tongue, so casually, so familiar, felt like a knife twisting in her stomach.

Tee had assured her that his past was just that, his past. But here it was, slapped in her face without warning. She took a deep breath and continued playing with Uno, trying to ignore the conversation she hadn't wanted to hear. But the more she tried to push it away, the more it intrigued her.

"Man, she was crazy," Tee muttered under his breath as if hoping she wouldn't be able to make out his words. But she heard them, loud and clear.

"Remember when she showed up at the game? She had on your jersey and shit," Ja'Marr said, his laughter bellowing through the room. Tee's eyes flickered towards her again, but she kept her gaze on the floor, playing with Uno's toys, coaxing him to speak to her in that darling baby drawl of his.

Her boyfriend tsked under his breath. "Had my momma lookin' at me sideways, too," he added, shaking his head with a grin. "But she's ancient history. What's good with you and your girl, though?"

And just like that, the two of them moved on from the subject of Tee's… whatever "Soraya" was to him, diving into the stats of some new wideout at Alabama. Her mind, however, remained stuck on the unfamiliar name uttered so familiarly by her boyfriend and his friend. Who was she? Why did she still linger in the background of their conversations? Why did it feel like a secret she wasn't allowed to know? Her curiosity grew with every mention, a thorny vine wrapping around her heart and piercing it with doubt.

The sun set completely by the time the toddler started yawning. His sleepy whining alerting Ja'Marr to the time. "Looks like it's bedtime for my little man," he said, standing up and reaching for Uno. She took it as her cue to leave, standing from her spot on the floor and brushing off her jeans. She turned to look at Tee a soft, "You ready to go?", slipping from her lips.

Tee nodded, turning off the game and calling out a 'goodnight' to Ja'Marr who was busy wrangling his namesake upstairs. The drive home was tense, the usual playful banter replaced by a thick silence that she was afraid to break. When they pulled into the driveway, she turned to him, hesitating before she finally dared to ask, "Who's Soraya?"

He took a moment before responding, his eyes on the dark house in front of them. "Soraya was…someone I was seeing last year," Tee said carefully, his voice measured. "It's not something I talk about because it's not important anymore. It's over."

She felt the tension coil around her chest, tightening. "Why would Ja'Marr bring her up then?" she asked, her voice even.

Tee shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. "Probably just teasin'," he said, his voice casual, but she noticed the slight annoyance around his eyes. "Guys talk, you know how it is."

But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it. As they walked into the house, she felt a pang of unease that had been absent from their relationship since they had gotten back together. She tried to push it aside, telling herself that Tee had changed, that she had no reason to doubt him. But the name "Soraya" lingered in her mind like a bad taste in her mouth.

She hoped the bad taste would clear with the promise of getting wasted at Ja'Marr's birthday bash. The music was loud, the drinks flowed like a river, and Ja'Marr was the star of the show, surrounded by his closest friends, basking in the adoration. She hovered on the edge of the festivities, finding a familiar group of girls she'd met at previous parties. They were all dressed to the nines, sipping cocktails, and sharing gossip that she was only partly able to follow.

And then she saw her. A woman with honey-colored skin and long, sleek hair dangling down her back sailed over to their little clique. One of the girls to her right, a tanned girl named Nayeli, practically squealed when she saw the newcomer. "Oh my god, Soraya! You're here!"

Soraya.

The name hit her like a sledgehammer to the chest, her eyes widening as she took in the woman's beauty. She had the kind of confidence that was magnetic, that made the room tilt on its axis just a little. She was dressed in a red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her movements were cat-like, dripping with pure seduction. She felt a flash of jealousy so intense it was almost blinding when Soraya drew closer.

The woman's makeup was impeccable, highlighting her high cheekbones and plump lips that curled into a knowing smile as she greeted the group. The skin of her cheek pulled into a perfectly round dimple as she leaned in to kiss Nayeli on the cheek. As if her perfection couldn't get any more annoying, She noticed that she smelled like heaven, a scent that was a mix of vanilla and jasmine that lingered in the air long after she had moved on from the spot.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the group of girls chatted and laughed, but she couldn't focus. Her mind was racing with thoughts of Tee and Soraya, wondering what they had shared, how she had made him feel, and why she was still here, still a part of their lives in some way. It was like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the fears she had been trying so hard to bury.

A strong hand settled onto her shoulder, and she looked up to see Tee's concerned gaze. "You okay, baby?" he shouted over the music, his voice a lifeline in the storm of her thoughts. She forced a smile, nodding as she took a deep breath. He handed her a drink to replace the one she hadn't touched, his thumb brushing her knuckles in a silent gesture of reassurance.

"Thank you," she hummed, laughing as he puckered his lips at her. She took the hint, smiling in the kiss they exchanged, hoping it was enough to cover up her turmoil. Tee leaned down and whispered into her ear, his voice low and steady. "You know I'm all yours, right?" His breath tickled her skin and sent a shiver down her spine.

She nodded again, taking a sip of her drink to wash away the bitter taste. If the question was any indication, he noticed Soraya from across the room—or smelled her—at any rate, he knew she was here, and that was enough for her to feel uneasy. She watched as Tee turned to return to the guys, his tall frame and easy smile drawing in their attention. She tried to lose herself in the party chatter, but the conversation kept drifting back to Tee, and with it, the specter of the woman he hadn't quite left behind.

"You got a good one, girl," a sugar-sweet voice cooed from across the small seating area. She felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. She turned around to see Soraya lounging on the couch opposite hers, a knowing glint in her eye. "Tee's the best, isn't he?"

The mention of Tee's name in that seductive tone was like nails on a chalkboard to her. She took a deep breath, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, the best," she responded, keeping her tone neutral, scrunching her nose with a faux smile.

Soraya leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know, right?" she said, her voice low, a conspiratorial whisper. "The way he moves, the way he looks at you—it's like he can't get enough." She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, not from the compliment, but from the way Soraya's eyes seemingly danced with the memory of a shared past. "But, you know, we had some fun times too," Soraya added, her words dripping with insinuation.

"I heard some of those 'fun times'," Nayeli giggled, nudging Soraya with her elbow. "Remember that time at the pool party?"

Soraya's smile grew wider, a hint of triumph in it. "Oh, yes," she purred. "You would know, huh?"

"Know what?" she questioned, her voice tight, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum. She didn't want to play this game, didn't want to know the details of Tee's past conquests, especially not with this woman.

Soraya's eyes sparkled with glee. "How good he is, puts in the work for sure. Like that one night, when…" Soraya leaned in closer, sharing intimate details about her past with Tee that made her mouth go dry. The other girls giggled, adding their own two cents about their observations of Tee—and all of his features—to the mix. Her grip on her drink tightened, the cool plastic slipping in her hand.

The conversation grew increasingly explicit, each detail about Tee's prowess making her stomach turn. She didn't know if she was angrier at Soraya for flaunting it or at herself for letting it get to her. But she knew she had to get out of there. Immediately.

She threw back the rest of her drink, standing from her seat abruptly. "Excuse me," she mumbled, pushing past the group of women, their giggles and whispers trailing her like a dark shadow. Tee was still in the middle of the room, surrounded by his friends, their laughter and camaraderie cutting through the air.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached, the music seemingly louder with every step. He saw her coming, his eyes widening slightly before he excused himself from the group. "You okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the noise.

"No, let's go," she said, her voice firm and urgent. She didn't bother hiding the agitation in her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. He looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

"Aye, you good?" he shouted over the bass-heavy music.

Her face hardened. "Let's go," she said again, her voice harsher this time. Tee searched her eyes, the smile slipping from his face. He knew that tone. Something was wrong. He nodded, following her through the crowd of partygoers without a second glance.

She stomped off to the bathroom on the far end of the venue where the music was just a throb in the walls. Tee followed, his eyes never leaving her figure as he navigated the crowded space, his concern growing with every step. Once inside, she locked the door and turned to him, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

"Why is she here?" She spat out the words, her eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck invited her?"

Tee leaned against the sink, his face a mask of calmness. "It's a party, baby. People bring people. People show up. Ion see why it's a big deal."

Her jaw clenched. "It's a big deal because she's your ex-whatever. And she's telling people I don't know what you're packing. In front of me!"

Tee sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Baby, she just talkin' shit. We're not together no more. I ain't bring her here. Why does it matter?"

"It matters because you didn't tell me about her!" Her voice grew louder with every word, her eyes brimming with a well of tears. "You promised you'd be honest with me, and here she is, flaunting herself like you don't have a girlfriend at home!"

Tee's expression shifted, the weight of her accusation sinking in. He took a step closer, his voice soothing. "Baby, I ain't with her. That's ancient history." His hand reached out to cup her face, but she flinched away, the warmth of his touch feeling foreign in the coldness that had seeped into her bones.

"It doesn't feel like it," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "She was talking about you like she knew you better than I do."

Tee's eyes softened, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her eye. "Baby girl, that's not true. I'm with you now, and I'm all yours. I'm sorry she made you feel that way."

She remained quiet for a moment, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, the harsh bathroom lights highlighting the doubt etched on her face. Tee's hand hovered in the air before falling to his side, his expression a mix of regret and confusion.

"This shit bothers you that much? I ain't even talked to her in damn near a year," Tee said, his voice low and soothing, trying to calm the storm brewing within her. But she couldn't help the insecurity that washed over her. She knew Tee had been with other women before her, been with women after her, but she didn't want to be reminded of it, not when she was still trying to trust him again.

"Talk to me," Tee urged, his voice a gentle whisper that barely penetrated the wall of anger and hurt that she had built around herself. "What do you need from me? Tell me what I gotta do to make this right."

"Fuck me," she murmured, turning away from the mirror to meet Tee's eyes.

A smirk spread across his face, separating his plump lips, revealing a set of teeth so white they looked like they'd been dipped in a vat of bleach. "Is that right?" He leaned in closer, his breath a sweet mix of alcohol and mint. "You want me to fuck you right here? Right now?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yeah," she said firmly. "Prove to me that I'm the only one who matters."

Tee studied her for a moment, the smirk never leaving his face, before he stepped closer, his body pressing into hers, the heat of him seeping into her skin. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You always been the only one who matters," he whispered, his hands sliding around her waist before trailing down her backside to squeeze her ass. "But I can prove it to you. That's what you want, right, baby?"

Her breath hitched in her throat as his words sent a bolt of desire through her. She nodded again, her voice barely a whisper. "Fuck me, please," she said, her eyes locked on his, the honey specks in his irises dancing in the dim light.

Tee didn't waste another second. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as his mouth claimed hers. His kiss was a declaration of war against her insecurities, a fiery promise of his devotion. He turned her around, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom, the cool plaster a stark contrast to their heated bodies. His hands found the hem of her dress, hiking it up to expose her bare thighs. The fabric of his jeans scraped against her skin as he positioned himself, his erection pressing into her.

Her legs tightened around him, urging him closer. He broke the kiss just long enough to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, freeing himself. She could feel him, hot and hard, against her, and she couldn't wait any longer. He slammed into her, her back arching with a gasp that was swallowed by his mouth. The bathroom door rattled with the force of their collision, the sound lost in the thunderous bass of the music outside.

"Fuck!" Her voice was muffled by Tee's mouth as he drove into her, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as their relationship. He held her tightly, his hands digging into her flesh as he claimed her over and over again, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing off the bathroom walls.

His pace was agonizingly slow. The delicious roll of his hips against her made her toes curl in her heels and she could feel her nails digging into his shoulders. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the way he was looking at her, like she was the only woman in the world, like he hadn't ever been with anyone else. Like she hadn't pushed him away two years ago and allowed him to be ensnared in a trap of vanilla and jasmine scented seduction.

Her own hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his shirt as he moved, the warmth of his skin setting her alight. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke, her body begging for more, for him to go faster, harder. But he held back, keeping the rhythm slow and steady, as if he knew that's what she needed to feel safe in his arms again.

"You feel that?" He muttered against her neck, his teeth sinking into the brown flesh before his tongue swiped the bite, soothing the sting. "It's just us, baby. Just you and me. Nothing else matters." His words were a salve to her soul, a declaration of love and lust that she desperately needed to hear in that moment.

"Just me?" She asked, her voice shaky, her arms holding onto him for dear life.

Tee nodded, his thrusts never faltering, his grip on her thighs tight. "Always just you," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself climbing closer to the edge. She clung to his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered sweet, near-silent pleas for him to go faster.

"Always," he murmured again, his voice thick with passion as he slammed into her, the word a promise that echoed through her entire body. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the wall with a thud as she gave in to the sensation. Tee's hands roamed over her, his thumbs brushing against the wetness between her legs, teasing and playing with her clit.

She took in a deep breath, her chest heaving as sweat began to trickle down the side of her face. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice strained, and Tee didn't hesitate to comply. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made her legs shake. The music outside grew fainter as their breathing filled the small space, the only sound in the world the wet slap of their bodies coming together.

"I love bein' in this fuckin' pussy," Tee groaned, his voice gruff as he slammed into her, his hands digging into her ass as he pulled her closer. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her climax approaching, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"You feel so good baby, god - so, so, so good," she panted against his ears. His thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, as if driven by her words. The bathroom was their own little world, the party forgotten, the whispers of the past just that—whispers.

He kissed and licked along her neckline, his teeth scraping her sensitive skin as he found his rhythm. She could feel the tension in him, his muscles tightening as he pushed deeper into her. "Never gave it to nobody how I give it to you," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural rumble that made her shiver. "Nobody ever had me like this. You drive me fuckin' crazy. Can't think straight when you ain't around. Can't think straight when I'm inside you either."

"Tee," she moaned, her voice a plea for more.

"Hmm. That's it, baby, say it louder," Tee urged, his own voice strained as he felt his climax approaching. "Let me hear you scream my name." His hand moved to find her mouth, his middle and ring finger tapping against her bottom lip. "C'mon, open up for me. Need my fingers rubbin' that pretty clit. Wanna see you come apart like you was meant to."

She complied, allowing her lips to part as Tee's fingers slipped inside her mouth. He chuckled darkly when she whined at the loss when he pulled them back. She whispered softly, her eyes snapping open to meet his, the heat of his gaze burning into hers as he kissed her, feeling her tongue against his as his slick hand trailed down to find her clit, just as he said he would.

Her breath hitched, and she gripped his neck tighter as his fingertips began to circle, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. "Tee," she murmured against his mouth, her hips moving in sync with his, her walls tightening around him.

"Feel good, huh?" Tee said, his voice thick with passion as he worked her body. Her thighs shook in ecstasy as she felt the tension in her core tighten to a near painful point. The music outside was just a faint throb now, perfectly in sync with the throbbing of her own heart.

"Fuckin' amazing," she moaned, her eyes never leaving his. They were a window to his soul, and in that moment, she saw nothing but love and desire for her. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn't felt in a long time, not since before the break-up.

He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his fingers worked their magic, setting her body alight. She felt herself climbing higher, her moans growing louder. "I'm gonna come," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea for release.

Tee's eyes darkened, his own need for release mirroring hers. "Go 'head, baby, take it from me," he hummed, his voice a gruff command that sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core. And just like that, she shattered around him, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as she moaned his name. "Good girl, that's it."

Her orgasm seemed to set him off like a bomb, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release spilling into her. They remained there, bodies entangled, for what felt like an eternity, only aware of the passing time from their ragged breathing and the distant bass of the party.

"Damn, baby," Tee whispered against her neck as he slowly pulled out, his hands gentle on her body as he helped her adjust her dress. "You aight?"

She nodded, her legs wobbly as she slid down to stand on her own. She could feel his cum trickling down her thigh, the sticky warmth a reminder of the raw passion they'd just shared. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice still shaky. "I'm good."

Tee stepped back, his chest heaving with every breath, his eyes glued to her face as he zipped up his pants and adjusted his belt. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I just…" She trailed off, not sure how to put her emotions into words. She didn't want to admit that the encounter with Soraya had left her feeling inadequate and insecure. She didn't want to admit that she let her jealousy get the best of her.

"I know," he said, reaching out to pull her into his chest, cradling her head against him. "I know it's hard, but you gotta trust me. That shit with Soraya, it's in the past." He kissed the top of her head, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You're the only one I want, the only one I'm with now."

She took a deep breath, the scent of him mixing with the faint smell of alcohol and sweat. It was comforting, familiar, and it helped to ease the tightness in her chest. "I know," she acknowledged, finally allowing herself to believe him.

They stood in the bathroom for a few moments longer, their bodies still pressed together, their hearts beating in sync. The music from the party grew louder as they stepped out of the small sanctuary and back into the chaos. Tee's arm remained around her waist, a silent promise that he wouldn't let go, that he was there for her.

"I need another drink," she huffed, trying to compose herself as she stepped out of the bathroom, her legs still wobbly. Tee chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"Nah, we're goin' home, baby. I need that ass bouncin' against me ASAP," Tee said with a smirk, his words playful but laced with serious intent. His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to his side as they navigated through the crowd of partygoers.

[happyanimeposts]

Hoo boy, I'm sorry, OP, but I have Thoughts on Diego. Why do I hate Diego? Let's see:

-Diego murdered Mia's long-lost mother (fine fine, for good reason),

-Attempted to cover up said murder (remind me why, again??? He foiled the plot to kill Maya, then...covered it up...because...like, I genuinely forget, does he have a good reason for not wanting an attempted murderer to come to justice?)

-blamed Mia's death on the guy who *literally got her killers brought to justice*.

All in a day's work for a guy who loves Mia and only has her best interests at heart :)

Oh yeah, and because of a mistranslation - some peoples' only source for this game btw - Diego is a sexist prick. Also, re: that particular scene, I happen to know a little Japanese, so (admittedly per reddit's script of the original Japanese), I've translated that scene here:

ゴドー: 「ダレだい？この、じゃじゃ馬ムスメは。

Godot: Who's this? This rude horse woman. (His use of musume implies a young woman, and to my mind he's speaking fairly rudely to someone he just met.)

狩魔: 「今日の法廷で、あなたのかわりをつとめた、狩魔検事です。

Von Karma: The one who took your place in today's trial, Franziska Von Karma.

('The one who' is added to make the sentence make sense in English.)

ゴドー: 「クッ…！そいつはゴクロウだったなァ。

Godot: Keh...! Good job on that one.

ゴドー: 「おじょうちゃんは、もういいぜ。…これからは、オトナの時間だ。

Godot: As for you, miss princess, that's enough. From here on, it's the adults' time.

(He uses ojou-chan, ojou meaning 'princess' and -chan is a suffix usually used for - usually female - children, babies, and close friends, all of which Franziska is not to Godot. It's also sometimes used with teens, but he'd clearly not trying to be respectful here. At best, he doesn't consider her to be a "real" presecutor because she's only 19.)

狩魔: 「な、何を勝手なコトを！この事件は、私の…

Von Karma: Hey, what kind of selfish thing-! This case, it's my..."

(This is the same as the English: Godot dismisses her without a second thought, and Franziska obviously asks where the fuck he thinks he has the right to just tell her to get lost after *she* did all the trial prep - on like, hours' notice.)

ゴドー: 「おしゃべりなオンナは好きじゃねえ…。

Godot: I don't like talkative women...

ゴドー: 「もう一度だけ、言う。…アンタ、帰っていいぜ。

Godot: I'll only say this once more. You, you can go home.

So, fine. He doesn't say 'hey filly know your role and shut your mouth' literally, but he does compare her to a horse and a young female (a young female horse is a filly, so...he calls her a filly in so many words) and he says he doesn't like talkative women, and dismisses all of her hard work without a second glance. He doesn't outright tell her to shut her mouth, but the meaning of the original Japanese is not so wildly different as to make what he says any less assholish and sexist. So, OP. Moot point there.

That 'kitten' remark in addition to about twenty other things he says to and about Mia, is a sign that he doesn't view her as an equal. He doesn't want to date her, he wants to own her. Big difference. (Also, he hates talkative women, remember? Mia was also the kind of woman to argue and dig her heels in, so I'm again arguing he didn't like Mia, he like the subservient version of Mia he'd created in his head)

I don't hate Diego because I'm racist, I hate him because he's an unlikeable prick who shows no character development whatsoever. Character flaws are engaging, yes - if they impact the character's decisions in meaningful ways. Toxic masculinity as an engaging character flaw? Then getting Mia's killers brought to justice and even putting his career and freedom at risk by confronting Redd head on would make Phoenix pretty damn manly, I think, especially in the lawyer world. He was literally carrying on Mia's legacy by finishing the work she had started, closing the case that got her killed. But no, Diego decides Mia's death was Phoenix's fault because... He was late to a meeting where they were going to go out for burgers? Oh, and didn't die protecting Mia.

I reiterate Phoenix *literally got Mia's killers brought to justice* and that's somehow not good enough????

Re: shipping, I don't ship Diego and Mia because, as I said, he doesn't love her, he thinks he owns her. That makes it one of my Ace Attorney NoTPs...Although I am aware that's an unpopular fandom opinion, so I can't speak to why people ship them.

At this point I've forgotten so many details about Bridge To The Turnabout that you could easily say I never liked his vibe, but even at the time I remember thinking 'wow this guy's a dick, What is his problem? Grow up, man-baby.'

...Can you tell I have strong feelings about this?

TO BE FAIR, however, Edgeworth gets like, six games to develop from 'Snooty Asshole' to 'Work With The Defense To Find The Truth', while Godot gets only one case. It's not exactly a rich character development ground, but also...wow. Like. He's just a dick. Zero redeeming qualities. Not a one. Not even a tragic backstory to garner sympathy; his tragic backstory is 'cute girl I wanted to **** died and I couldn't get over it because ✨ Toxic Masculinity ✨'

Last point, re: Miles Edgeworth and sexism. Yeah, he was a total dick in the early case here, same as Godot. Zero excuses for the bimbo line. For any of it, really. As for the rest of the games...I admit I missed any sexism, but I will be looking it up now out of curiosity.

most of my media literacy red flags have to do with how fandom treats women but i am at the point where i will block on site if anyone is even slightly critical of diego armando. i don't trust you