#indentity reveal

[keii4ii]

In memory of

[robinsnest2111]

putting Monsignor O'Malley into the nastiest positions and situations in my mind to chase away the mental illness and stop myself from spiralling ✌

[wundrousarts]

I was going to save this until I reread Hollowpox, but that last ask reminded me that I should share this here, so I present:

Musings on Maud: Why is she considered so powerful, how does this affect her dynamic with Squall, and why is he so scared of her?

(Bonus: How can I connect it to Silverborn?)

Two disclaimers: I haven't reread Hollowpox in ages, so if there's anything that could prove or disprove stuff in this post, send it my way. Honestly send any discussion my way. I love discussing theories. Second, this was originally a reply to a Reddit comment on a post, to which you can find here. The comment discussed Maud being a signatory for a Squall safeguard, so since this comment is copied verbatim, it references that.

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If it’s not outright stated, it’s at least heavily implied that Squall helped create/build up the Republic. It’s only existed for about 90 years, and Squall has been exiled for about 100. He mentions in Hollowpox how he knows that Maud’s plan is to take over Nevermoor/The Free State, because the Republic took over the other states in the realm and he “helped them do it.” However, unless Maud is immortal and also 100 years old, she is not the one who started the Republic from the side of the Republic. Also, no clue how long it’s been around, but Squall Industries has likely been around for awhile as well (this is how he gets his connections and power in the Republic), with Squall just constantly grandfathering himself in with the vampire trick or something.

Interestingly, Squall says two things in this scene (Chapter 34 of Hollowpox) that stick out to me:

“I made the so-called Hollowpox,” he raised his voice above hers, “because I was asked to. Because I was compensated handsomely for it. And because when the most powerful person in the realm asks for a favour, even I don’t refuse.

And

“But you’re a Wundersmith.” Morrigan was utterly baffled. “Why can’t you just stop them if they’re such a problem? I don’t understand!” “Do you THINK I HAVEN’T—“ Squall shouted, then cut himself off abruptly.

He also mentions how the Hollowpox was initially meant for the Republic, but Maud snuck in an infected otter across the border into Nevermoor— “That was never part of our deal.”

There’s definitely a business relationship between the two of them of likely consistent deals, one favor for another, quid pro quo. However, we also see that Squall can’t really go against her, something he seems to have tried before. Two chapters before this scene (Chapter 32), has this moment:

“Yes, shush. Maud said the Wintersea Party might help if there was a squid crow po.” “Quid pro quo?” “Right, one of those. She said they won’t do something for nothing, but if we could convince Prime Minister Steed to meet with her, just to have a conversation, then she would try to convince her party to share their cure.”

While it could be easily explained as part of her job, Maud seems to get most of her power and do things by extracting deals from other people. Maybe she’s knackless, or maybe she has some sort of connection to Puppeteering or a knack related to that. Not Mesmerism, but something that allows her to be persuasive, manipulative, convince people of things, and get them to do what she wants. A sort of parallel or companion to Squall’s connection with Puppeteering that we see in Wundersmith.

It’s interesting that when we first meet Maud, there is this exchange directly after she tells Mog that the Wintersea Republic would only agree to help the Free State if there was some sort of deal:

“But they’re your party,” Morrigan pointed out. “Aren’t you the one with the power? Maud stiffened slightly and cast her a wary, calculating look.

And then soon later she says this:

“Even if I could persuade my party to do the right thing – and I’m not saying I won’t try – there’s no guarantee Steed and his government would come to the table.”

The whole exchange seems very manipulative, like, “oh, I’d LOVE to talk and get this figured out, but I can’t…” There’s a big focus on conversation. Maud is wary when Mog mentions power— she thinks she means a magical power, something secret that gives her an advantage, when really she just means politically— so I wonder if she was worried for a moment that Mog realized she had some sort of coercive power.

I wonder what exactly her power is that makes Squall so scared of her, and why it possibly makes it so that he can’t fight make and overthrow her. Aside from their business relationship, which allows Squall access to Wunder and being a Wundersmith, there’s this other layer as well.

As for safeguard: I don’t know if Maud would be a signatory for a Squall safeguard, as that seems to just be for Wunsoc students, but I think that whatever their deal is and whatever her power is allows her to keep him in check. Jess said that we will learn more about safeguards in Silverborn, and I think it would be interesting if Mog learns more about them from Squall instead of Jupiter— and maybe it does end up being similar to whatever he has going on with Maud, who knows! I don’t really have any safeguard theories myself, but I will keep an eye out for what you add to your comment.

A Silverborn “silver” side note: A “silver tongue” means that someone is persuasive when they speak….. perhaps this idea, theme, power, etc. will be expanded upon in the future 🤔

[lipstickontheglass1985]

the thing abt worfs sob story is like - yeah ok maybe that is why YOU feel the need to maintain restraint and are afraid to let loose, especially around humans, but why does it make him so pissed to see other people enjoying themselves?? like is it supposed to be some sense of jealousy or what. idont get it like what does it have to do with him aiding the essentiallists it doesnt make sense 💀💀💀

[sl-vega]

I will use my new word in a sentence

Because that is what words are for

Right?

Ahem

We are all Fucked.

Wait, no. Um... that's not right....

-Slay III

ellia please tell me you didn't do this by mistake...

@pastellbg ladies and gentlemen, we gottem

case closed

[dreamlit-wanderer]

why the fuckkkk does my memory work like it does. i cant remember what i ate for dinner a few days ago. i forget where i am in time and space on the regular. however, i just ran my tongue over my teeth for no real reason and immediately got "i sure wrench my teeth out of my gums with appropriate levels of visceral pain in a lot of dreams huh" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? i know it to be true but i also can't name a specific time that its happened. HUH!

[starrvsn]

꒰ ⌕ ꒱ recommended lewis pullman fics! ✧ ੭ pls support these writers !

ROLES: bob ‘robert’ floyd (top gun maverick) rhett abbott (outer range) calvin evans (lesson in chemistry) robert reynolds (thunderbolts*)

✷ includes smut! must 18+ to read! 𝜗𝜚 — my personal fav! — indented text is other recommended fics by the same author!

OVER THE INTERCOM ⠆ i recently got back into reading lewis fics again and its made me realize how amazing these writers are so i thought i would make a rec list out of appreciation as someone who’s been reading ab lewis since 2022 :p

˚⋆𐙚｡ list is regularly updated when i find new fics! & if links aren’t working pls lmk! ⋆𖦹.✧˚

── .✦ also! i may be recommending certain fics but please also check out their blogs! so many of these authors have other amazing pieces just waiting to be read!

BOB FLOYD ⤸

✷ the wingman written by @roosterforme / synopsis: Bob never did this sort of thing. Talking to girls and flirting and romance. It's not that he didn't want to, he just didn't really know how. But you were different in all the right ways, and you made him feel confident enough to try.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ do you wanna make somethin’ out of it written by @theharddeck / synopsis: turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.

⤿ ✷ it’d be a sweet situation a much needed part two! /synopsis: what's better than finding out the WSO you've had a secret crush is the same audio erotica creator that you've been crushing on for months? getting to watch him record new content...and maybe get involved yourself

rodeo written by @sarahsmi13s / synopsis: when your relationship with bob is reveal to the squad, hangman can’t help but wait for bob to stake his claim on you.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ bob from stats written by @attapullman / synopsis: College is a wild time, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the quiet guy from Stats riding around campus as a cowboy. Or what a good kisser he is.

⤿ 𝜗𝜚 ✷ bob from pi kapp / synopsis: First he's late to chapter, and now Bob is late to your Stats final. You saved him a seat. But should you also save one for his hobby horse?

never knew i needed a college!bob au until now and it’s honestly changed my life.

✷ unraveled written by @withahappyrefrain / synopsis: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

birds of a feather written by @dearsnow / synopsis: phoenix and her girlfriend set you up with a wso they insist will be right up your alley. (robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader, fluff, reader is meant to be similar to bob, ie quiet, sweet, and nerdy, mentions of being drunk/having sex but nothing explicit)

the quiet ones written by @callsigns-haze / synopsis: You surprise the Dagger Squad by revealing your secret to Bob, who shyly but lovingly melts into your kiss as the others watch in shock, as shy guys are your type.

✷ 𝜗𝜚 kiss cam written by @scarletmika / synopsis: The San Diego Padres are saluting the U.S. Navy during their upcoming game, and the Dagger Squad has been invited to attend. Hangman's only goal for the game? Get you and Bob to finally act on your feelings and confess to each other. — newly added!

call sign: heartbreaker written by @violetrainbow412-blog / synopsis: Jake runs his mouth. You do something about it. — newly added!

fics i read during my bob floyd binge!

✷ rich in life written by @bloatedandalone04 / synopsis: Bob is known to be the shy, quiet and kinder one of out the whole dagger squad, and he didn’t mind the ‘soft’ reputation one bit, because he knew the real him. The version of himself that came out whenever he got his wife alone, which, luckily for him, was every single night.

✷ it's that simple written by @tropes-and-tales

pepper spray lovers written by @moon-fics / synopsis: You're a well-known bartender at the Hard Deck and friends with most of the pilots who enter through the doors. However, you've caught the eye of one specific weapon systems operator.

𝜗𝜚 the plan written by @geminiwritten / synopsis: the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps

✷ pretend written by @attapullman / synopsis: You aren't sure what's worse: having to share a bed with the boy who was your first boyfriend who you haven't seen in years, or having to pretend he's your boyfriend when you wish he actually was.

this was a reread but come on how can i not add this??

RHETT ABBOTT ⤸

✷ good at makin’ bad decisions written by @attapullman / synopsis: Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed.

sugar and spice written by @floydsmuse / synopsis: you and rhett start up the tradition of making a gingerbread house together on christmas eve.

✷ odds are stacked written by @sunlightmurdock / synopsis: In which Rhett loses a bet and you lose your virginity.

✷ whisky sour written by @delopsia

𝜗𝜚 ✷ little lambs and big, bad cowboys written by @lewmagoo / synopsis: in which you find yourself entirely at his mercy

𝜗𝜚 ✷ trouble with books written by @hederasgarden / synopsis: You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.  

𝜗𝜚 ✷ tongue written by @em1i2a3 / synopsis: During a night out on the town with your friends, you are pushed into talking to a mysterious cowboy at a bar, who turns out to be one of the only blessings that Wabang has ever given you. — newly added!

CALVIN EVANS ⤸

please please me written by @gaygothiccowboy / synopsis: you persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

ROBERT REYNOLDS ⤸

dance with me written by @callsign-fox

stay with me written by @scarletmika / synopsis: Bob wants to feel useful, to truly be part of the team, but the others don't think he's ready. You take it upon yourself to teach him control, to guide him through. But mistakes will be made, and it might not be possible to keep the darkness from creeping back in once more

the good side written by @cosmictheo / synopsis: bob loves you so much that he slowly begins to transform into a house-husband for you. and he loves it.

⤷ heavenly / synopsis: it's the first time you're wearing your new suit as an official (new) avenger and bob is a little too excited about it.

sneaking around written by @callsign-swan / synopsis: Bob doesn't mean to be sneaking around. But he can't help it. He's got a secret, and he wants to keep it that way. Too bad he's best friends with Yelena Belova.

𝜗𝜚 honey written by @strkly / synopsis: after being off the grid for a while you return to society and meet up with your old friend bucky barnes. unexpectedly you run into someone you never thought you would see again. your high school boyfriend robert reynolds.

𝜗𝜚 ✷ perv!bob written by @undyingdecay

𝜗𝜚 truth will set your free written by @sergeantbuckybarnes synopsis: You are injected with a truth serum during a mission, and when you return to the Watchtower, you must avoid Bob in order not to spill your feelings for him, but this causes Bob to believe he has done something to upset you

control written by @fireinmoonshot / synopsis: Bob always waits for you to come back from missions, but when you don't come back one day, his powers start to get a little out of hand.

if anything written by @eyelessfaces / synopsis: no one wants to talk about how close you came to dying, everyone walking on eggshells until bob finds out what really happened and asks why no one trusted him enough to tell the truth; you both know the reason involves your mutual feelings.

dreamwalker written by @roanofarcc /synopsis: you use your dreamwalking abilities to try to soothe the storm in bob’s head. 

show some loves to the authors ᡣ𐭩 recommendations by jes!

[lovelyghst]

soft-tummy simon riley save me… cause you cannot look at that man and tell me he doesn’t love to eat!! like, a constant snacker. and his heart absolutely swells when you indulge so heavily in his needs.

it’s practically his love language, to scarf down anything you put on the table in front of him, and you can certainly tell since now he’s not nearly in the same shape as he was when you found him.

he likes to think you’ve fixed him in a way; spending his evenings cuddling in bed for hours on end with you, rather than heading to the gym for the second time that day to burn off dinner. thanking you for the savory meal with kisses all over instead of fighting off the impulse to purge his usual bland chicken breast and vegetables every night.

and it all hits him far, far deeper than just his gut; feeling it in his heart more than the soft layer of fat blanketing his tummy he has to see in the mirror every morning. just the fact that a sweet thing like you wants to take care of him, ensure he eats plentiful yet still healthy for his work, has him whipped. showering him with endless i love you’s and praising him all up and down until his cheeks tint a light, flustered pink and his dick gets achingly hard in his pants.

he won’t pretend the change was easy on him, seeing the clean-cut abs and fit appearance that made him feel young fade away the further you got into your relationship, but he’d also be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t prefer the pros to his current build way more.

simon begins wearing shirts less around the house on his lazy days, at your lovely request of course, and it does feel quite freeing. especially when he’s able to come up behind you in the kitchen, cage you in with his burly arms, bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless because part of the deal was that his shirts would go to you, and with nothing but your lace panties on underneath.

he can’t help but get riled up seeing you walk around like that, and you’re no saint either when you catch a glimpse of his broad chest and relaxed, pillowy belly as he reads the morning newspaper. you tend to drop to your knees and tug at his boxers faster than he can even greet you properly, showing him just how much you love him.

he loves eating you out more than anything, especially with a full tummy after a late meal. you’ll take his and your empty plates to the kitchen to clean up, but you’re being bent over the counter before you can even wipe it down!! and squealing his name in surprise won’t stop him, nor will your giggles as he’s lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal your pretty ass, getting down on his knees and delving right in.

dragging his tongue through your drenched seam, grinning softly against your skin when you jolt and whine out of sensitivity. tongue-fucking your pretty, tight hole only for a moment before he’s returning to messily play with your swollen clit.

and you just know it’s entirely selfish, simon not even paying mind to the way your legs shake and relentlessly convulse and you can barely stay still because his stubble is unceasingly tickling your inner thighs. making you cum until you can’t anymore, and he’s happily forced to carry your numbed, twitchy body to bed so you can catch your breath and rest while he finishes up the chores.

would probably send you off by say something cliché about you being his favorite dessert. he’s so stupid when he’s horny.

simon is weak for when you ride his stomach, with both his hands planted firmly on your hips as you rub your bare pussy back and forth on his hard abdomen. his hidden muscles become more apparent the longer you go at it and the harder he holds you down, little whimpers spilling from your puffy lips as the light hairs coating his tummy create just the perfect amount of friction to your poor, little clit for that hot, familiar sensation in your lower belly to bubble up.

your hands clawing at his chest and shoulders, leaving lines and crescent indents in his skin that soon turn red in their wake, and the pain only turns him on more, his cock excruciatingly hard, long hums of pleasure omitting straight from his throat as he grits his teeth.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart—there’s my dirty girl. jus’ keep goin’ for me now, don’t stop… make yourself cum without me touchin’ you down there, ‘nd then i’ll fuck you real nicely after. alright, princess?”

and you soon follow through with just that, nodding decorously with tears welling at your eyes’ waterlines before you’re lurching forward, crying out his name. thighs giving out and fighting to ride out your orgasm, where simon then saves you with his attentive grip on your hips, finishing the job for you rather recklessly.

“good fuckin’ girl… y’did so well for me, love,” and every other gruff, dragged word of praise in his vocabulary echos in your fuzzy mind as you come down from your high.

you’re still catching your breath, fulling laying on his chest by the time he’s inching you backwards whilst taking his hard dick out from his boxers. lifting your weak hips for you as he whispers small, reassuring hushes right by your ear, soothing your winces as he fully sheathes you on his thick cock, inch by fucking inch.

he fucks himself up into you, not daring to make you overwork your body anymore, and he handles you so delicately you could almost fall asleep on his mattress of a body. you crumble to pieces with the vibrations of his chest from his unending groaning, the feeling of his veiny and rough cock stretching and filling you to the brim almost becoming minute compared to the sleepiness washing over you.

“there ya go, pretty… don’t have’ta do any work now, jus’ like i promised, eh?” he coos, and he could feel you smiling against his collarbone. one of his large hands cradles the back of your head while the other gropes at your ass lovingly. “takin’ me just fine, sweet girl.”

you bury your heated face into his squishy pectoral, whining at the overstimulation to your clit at the particular angle, left so utterly sensitive from your prior orgasm. you’re limp in his strong hold, securer than ever as he lifts your hips up and down his thick cock.

he uses your tender cunt ‘til he’s satisfied, groaning right up against your ticklish ear when he empties his hot cum in your throbbing pussy, the perfect thing milking him dry and turning you exhausted.

he actually sits in the moment for a peaceful while, coddling you against his rising and falling chest and murmuring sweet praises, until eventually his disciplined brain kicks in despite your protests.

“don’t go passin’ out on me yet, sweetheart.” you grumble out a refusing noise which makes him laugh softly, but apparently it’s not enough to win him over. “let’s go get you cleaned up, yeah?”

(simon and his size difference & free use kinks go CRAZY in this one. also this instagram reel is so him coded ok bye bye <3 cont.)

[unintentionalseductress]

Caleb as a Virgin...

Warnings: MDNI, mature content, mild corruption kink, virginity loss, piv sex, non MC reader A/n: Had to write him like this. Just had to. Virgin Caleb lives rent free in my head.

Caleb's first time with you had him feeling like a bumbling mess. The colonel of the Farspace Fleet was reduced to putty under your hands.

Though you'd long since suspected him of being a virgin, his inexperience shone through with his obvious nervousness, large amethyst eyes glancing at you for reassurance each time his hands wandered, looking more like a lost puppy than anything else.

His uniform had been discarded, and the temptation of wanting to see him come undone had surged as you'd torturously removed his blazer, his tie, then removed the buttons of his shirt one by one, helping him shrug it off to reveal the beautiful expanse of his chest. His breath had hitched when you undid his belt, the buckle clattering while you unzipped his trousers, eyes roaming over his muscled form with undisguised appreciation.

Those sweet, yearning eyes, coupled with that adorable blush that dusted his cheeks made you want to wreck him, your belly filling with liquid heat as you imagined how he'd moan when you finally took him in, how pathetically he'd buck his hips, how he'd turn away shyly when he came too early.

You of course would kiss him through it, tell him how cute he looked, what a good boy he was for trying to last so long. That was the scenario you held on to as you pulled his naked body against yours, pressing your breasts seductively against his chest as you kissed him, your tongue mixing with his, lust filling your veins as you heard soft whimpers escaping his throat.

His erection presses against your thigh and your hand snakes down to softly stroke him, teasing the hot velvety column, gathering the pearlescent precum gathering on his tip and rubbing it into his slit.

Caleb pulls away to let out a broken moan, his hands anchoring into your shoulders to hold you tight against him, his hips bucking gingerly as you pump his shaft. His hot breath tickled your ear and you smirk, face hidden from his view as his arousal grows, sending rushes of heat down his spine.

"That's so good...fuck..." he buries his face into your hair, his breathing shallows as his fingers indented your skin, his usually calm mind turning into a mess under your fingers.

You on the other hand, have grown steadily wetter as you'd pet him, feeling the thickness and weight of him in your palm, felt how heated his cock had become from a few touches, admiring the single, long vein that emerged from the bottom, and the neatly groomed curls at the base.

Unable to stave off your own need any longer, you roll onto your back, gently tugging Caleb's wrist, and helping him hover over you, arching your back into the correct angle to help him in.

"Hey pretty boy," you coo at him, cupping one of his rosy cheeks, stroking the contours of his face soothingly. "Are you ready?"

He bites his lip and nods, clearly unsure where to go and you're more than happy to guide him. As he balances his weight on hs hands and knees, you grasp his cock, pumping him once, twice, before pushing him towards your own desperately fluttering entrance.

The moan that leaves him as he enters your warmth, slick of your sex coating him as he went further in, was pure music. Caleb bites his lip, feeling like he is already too close to the edge, his eyes squeezing shut as a series of soft muscles clenched around him, welcoming him into their heated depths.

Your head is thrown back on the pillow in delight, feeling the satisfying thickness of his cock stretch you open, filling the space that had been dreaming of receiving him for so long. He pauses about halfway in, observing the sweat on your body, your perked nipples and how your eyes have gone hazy from your joining.

"It's ok baby." You call to him, hands softly stroking his buttocks as you encourage him to sink in further, and Caleb gasps as he watches in awe, the rest of him buried inside your cunt. He looks lost for a moment as he savors the tightness, the incredible heat, before experimentally pulling his hips back and forth, and you let out a moan of delight, spurring him on.

Caleb learns the rhythms, his virgin body adjusting as he thrusts, his own noises falling uninhibitedly from his lips as he sheathes himself into your body. He gathers you close to him as he fucks, whimpering and whining, telling you how good your pussy feels, how glad he is that you're his first, how he doesn't think he can hold on any longer.

"Cum for me Caleb." You grip his chin as he shivers, feeling his climax near. "Cum for me please my sweet boy."

His powerful body trembles as your words undo him, a guttural noise tearing from his throat as he climaxes, thick ropes of his cum spurting deep inside you, his face screwing up in pleasure as he bucks sloppily, his softening cock swirling his release into your fluttering walls.

You softly clean him up, kissing his forehead, letting him snuggle into your breasts as you stroke his hair. All he wanted was to be your good boy.

[cherry-hulu]

— NDA

Synopsis: Face planted in the sheets. Mingyu thrusting roughly behind you, constantly hitting that oh so sweet spot. Post concert depression who?

Warnings: Idol!KMG x Fem carat!reader, post concert sex, unprotected sex, underskirt, blow job, face, fucking, pet names (princess, baby, good girl), belly bulge, throat bulge, size kink, lmk if I missed anything

When a staff came up to you, pulling you to the corner and asking you about what you'd think about a special backstage meeting. You definitely did not thought that it would come to this. You didn't even expect to be invited. All you knew was that you and Mingyu have been meeting eyes all throughout the concert and that your tummy could definitely be mistaken for a butterfly conservatory with how wild it was in there.

And now it feels like your guts were being rearranged to accommodate Mingyu's size. Creating an indentation of his cock, carving his own— not so little— space within you.

It all happened so quickly. One moment he was pulling you aside and the second he was pushing you up against the door, body to body, skin to skin, having an aggressive make out session. Nothing about it was gentle. Eager masked by aggression motivated each movement done to each other.

You gasped as he kisses down your neck, down to your cleavage while sliding down the sleeves of your pretty blouse alongside your bra. With one hand, and lips attached to your skin, your mounds were exposed to him in no second. He'd done this a hundred times— more than enough to know that he doesn't have that much time.

So he rushes. Picking you up, your legs wrap around his waist in instict causing your clothed cunt to slightly rub on his abs causing both of you to moan.

Mingyu lays you down on the couch as he takes his shirt off before diving back into your chest. You moan as your hands touch all over him. Feeling his skin, his muscles, his biceps as he grinds on you. With your skirt lifted slightly up, his hard on slots perfectly between your clothed cunt causing both of you to moan during the kiss.

You palm him, holding his heavy cock in your hands before kneeling in front of him and pushing his pants and boxers down to reveal him. Standing proudly and sticking against his stomach, tip red and angry with sploches of pre-cum. With no hesitation you take him in, eyes keeping contact with his— just like how you were during the concert.

"Fuck. There you are again with those damn eyes." Mingyu mutters as he grabs the back of your head patting it down. "Such a good girl, getting on her knees for me without command. You really want me that bad huh? Enjoy me princess, not alot of people get this chance." As he watches you take his cock.

You do it slowly as to enjoy the moment and also because it would be impossible to take him in one go. And Mingyu was so obsessed with you. His hands wrapped around your throat feeling the bulge caused by him, small tears running down your eyes as you look up at him with doe eyes. "Fucking perfect."

Slowly you start to move, bobbing your head forwards and backwards. You had a slow pace, adjusting to his size careful on not going too hard incase you might choke. It didn't took long before Mingyu grabbed your head and started facefucking you instead.

Throwing his head back, your cunt throbbed even more, a visible and prominent wet patch on your panties as you saw him. The hand on your back, the weight of his cock in your mouth, his thrusting motions. It was all so hot.

He thinks the same as he looked back down at you, looking up at him with eyes big, mouth wide open stretched around his cock. "Shit baby you're so fucking hot." He mutters before pulling out. Cock immediately standing back up against his stomach. He was rock hard.

"Wan' more please.." You whimper straightening your posture as you look up at him more, pouting. "You'll get more princess don't worry, but right now I want nothing more than your pussy." He says as he lays you back down, bending your knees and lifting your skirt up slightly giving him a perfect view of your clothed cunt.

Due to the hot weather in South Korea, you opted to just wear panties out and decided to just be more careful with your movements. "What a slut, walking around with no safety shorts on? Jumping at my concert, while giving me those eyes? You were just waiting to be fucked weren't you?" Mingyu says as he pulls back the middle of your panties before letting it snap back and rubbing on the wet spot right after.

He lifts the panties off you immediately revealing your throbbing pretty pussy. "Pretty and pink, perfect princess." While rubbing your bud.

Coming near you, you spread your legs immediately accommodating his size. Mingyu slaps his fat cock on your pussy a couple of times, teasing the tip on your entrance before slowly pushing in.

It felt so surreal, he was stretching you so much. Immediately, your upper half lifted off the couch, mouth hanged wide open as he eases into you. His hand wraps around the whole circumference of your waist making him harder "So small baby."

Propping your legs on his shoulder after easing himself in. He started off slowly before gradually speeding up as be remembers the limited time. It didn't took long before the room was echoing with the sound of skin slapping and your load moans and whimpers that just gets Mingyu to fuck you harder each time.

"S.. S.. So.. B.. Big.. M.. M.. Min.. G.. Gyu," While he fucks you relentlessly. He rubs the bulge on your stomach as he chuckes lightly "Weren't you just talking relentlessly earlier? Where'd that go?"

He flips you around—penis still lodged in you—now face planted into the couch as he fucks and reached you deeper and harder. The furniture now moving inch by inch away from it's original position. His hand rests on your back, while his other hand lifts your skirt up and spanks your ass loving the way it turns red.

"I.. I'm cl.. close," You whimper. "Me too baby, me too." Mingyu responds as he fucks you harder than possible. A few more thrusts and you were creaming all over him creating a white ream in between your connection. One more hard thrust before he pulls out and cums all over your back, jacking off lightly to ride his high.

Resting his fat cock on atop of your but, he kisses your back lightly as he whispers you praises and affirmations. "Did so good baby, 'm so proud of you."

Mingyu turns your around and sees your fucked up state. Kissing your forehead, he spreads your legs around him once again startling you as your eyes open wide. He starts to go down your body as he looks up at you witha smug look on his face. "What? I'm just getting you your moneys worth."

[hauntedfawnn]

۶♡ৎ Riding Rafe’s Chest Hair ۶♡ৎ

✰ Degradation, daddy kink, spitting, spanking, overstimulation, choking, age gap(Rafe is late 30s reader is in her 20s), possessiveness, hair pulling 18+MDNI! ✰

Based on a convo with my love @cameronsprincess

“Daddy, please, I don’t think I can come again.” You whine and babble as you straddle Rafe’s upper half, your dripping cunt gliding with ease across his toned chest. The patch of hair on his chest brushes against your pulsing clit and sensitive folds.

“Maybe you should’a thought of that before you decided to slut yourself out right in front of me.” Rafe tongues his cheek before smirking up at you, his hands gripping your ass so tight you can feel his nails indenting your skin.

“You fuck other people all the time, you’re such a hypocrite-“ Rafe grabs your jaw roughly and pulls your face down so it’s inches from his, the smirk on his lips turning into a condescending snarl. He shakes your head from side to side as he chuckles darkly.

“You’re walking around, handing out what’s fuckin’ mine and now you have the audacity to give me an attitude? Shut the fuck up and make yourself come again or I’m not fucking you for a week.” Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, you fucking love how mean he is when he’s jealous. “You knew what the fuck you were doing.”

He wasn’t wrong, you knew exactly what you were doing. Rafe had been ignoring you all week and you were feeling neglected, so you decided to do something to get his attention. You and Rafe weren’t exactly together, not publicly at least. He’s ten years older than you, and your boss. You work as a cocktail waitress at the high end bar he owns and he says it's “not fair to the other employees”. Plus he’s a fucking man whore who doesn’t want to settle down.

But the minute you decide to come into the bar on your night off with a guy who's been asking you out for weeks, he loses his mind. So maybe it was a test, to see how he reacted. And you always get what you want from him in the end. You know just how to work him.

“You did this on fuckin’ purpose. You think you’re sneaky with your little games but you’re not, baby doll.” Rafe squeezes your cheeks between his fingers as he swirls spit on his tongue before spitting directly in your face. He uses his free hand to smear it in, smudging your lipstick across your mouth. “Now be a good girl and come again for daddy.”

Rafe smacks your ass roughly with his free hand as he drops his grip on your face to your neck. He pushes you up by your throat so you’re sitting up straight in his chest again.

“Wanna see my chest hair glistening with that fuckin’ pussy juice, baby. Get it nice and wet for me.” Rafe squeezes your throat so hard it makes your vision go blurry, he lets go and reveals in the way you gasp for air. He smacks your tit and tweaks your nipple before splaying his large hand across your belly and pressing down. It makes your puffy clit rub even harder against the coarse hairs on his chest and has your eyes rolling back.

“Uh-uh, fuckin’ look at me.” Rafe digs his nails deeper into your ass, the sting bringing your eyes back to him. “Eyes on me, baby. Tell me who owns you.”

“You, daddy! Just wish you’d show it.” You whine as you look down at him through your lashes and your lips pushed into a pout. Your hands are planted firmly on his muscular chest as you continue to fuck yourself against his skin.

“That’s what this is about, huh? You want everyone to know you’re a little slut for this dick??” Rafe chuckles.

“Yes, need everyone to know who I belong to. Not just you.” Your legs are starting to get tired so your movements slow down but Rafe isn’t having that, he uses his grip on your ass and hand on your stomach to roughly pull you back and forth on his chest. Rafe laughs at you condescendingly, mocking your need for him.

“You’re pathetic, ya know that? Running around chasing me like a lost kitten or some shit.” That shouldn’t be what sends you over the edge. But that combined with the way Rafe is manhalding you and the way his chest hair snags on your clit just right has white hot pleasure wracking through you. Your legs quake around him as your cunt pulses and clenches around nothing, begging to be filled despite how sensitive you are. “Yeah that’s right, slut, fuckin’ come for me. Now turn around and gimme another one, let daddy see that perfect ass.”

You turn around and arch your back as you start to fuck yourself reverse cowgirl on Rafe’s chest. He aggressively paws at and spanks your ass. All while he deals out degradation with a dash of praise and you’re so fucking obsessed with him you almost can’t stand it. He doesn’t let up until you can’t sit up on your own anymore and you collapse in a panting heap on top of him.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Rafe’s hand slides his finger across his slick chest, gathering some of your juices. Then locks his arm around your neck as he sits up, pulling your back to his front. He holds his glistening digits up to your lips, rubbing your wetness on them like its lipgloss. “Taste yourself.”

You take his fingers into your mouth eagerly, swirling your tongue around them and savoring the taste of yourself mixed with a hint or Rafe’s sweat. He pulls them from your mouth, gliding them down your chin to your neck and down your abdomen, making sigh contentedly.

“You’re fuckin’ mine and I never wanna see another man’s hands on you again.” Rafe grits into your ear as he grips onto the hair at the nape of your neck and pulls your head back so you’re looking at him. “You want everyone to know about us so bad? Quit your job at the bar and let me take care of you.”

“Are you serious?” Your eyes light up and an excited smile stretches across your lips.

“Don’t make me say it again, brat.” Rafe pulls your lips to his in a bruising kiss, sucking your tongue into his mouth before pulling off with a pop. “If you keep it up, I’ll have to tie you to my bed with a vibrator on your pussy and leave you there for a few hours. I’m not spanking you as a punishment anymore, you like that shit too much.”

Tagging mooties: @rafescorpsebride @rafesheaven @rafescvntyclubgf @eerielamb @that-sarcastic-writer @moonlightseranade @loserboysandlithium @songbirdmunson ✨

Dividers by @anitalenia

My first Rafe fic on my new account !! One of many, I’m cooking up a long fic rn. Stay tuned.🩵

[iydiamartinx]

THIS MEANS WAR I

Dick Grayson x Reader x Jason Todd

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto word count: 3.6k synopsis: Gotham’s youngest neuroscience lecturer never planned to get tangled up with two of its most eligible bachelors. Both are determined to win her over—without revealing they know each other… or that they’re vigilantes. But when the Joker takes an interest in her, things get a whole lot more complicated. a/n: This story is inspired by the 2012 movie This Means War. I went back and forth on whether to write it with a named OC or in reader format—and ultimately decided to try something new and go with reader-insert. I usually write in third person with original characters, so this is a bit of a different style for me. As for who the reader ends up with… I haven’t made a final decision yet—maybe one of them, maybe both. Feel free to let me know who you’re rooting for! Hope you enjoy the chaos! warnings: None so far except for the fact that I don't know anything about neuroscience only what my research brings up, so I'm praying the shit I write makes sense

GOTHAM UNIVERSITY 

The lecture hall smelled like old paper and burnt coffee. You stood at the front, spine straight despite the fatigue threading through your muscles. Behind you, the whiteboard was half-covered in scrawls of chemical structures and dopamine pathways, neatly drawn and precisely labeled. It was the kind of lecture that left half the room wide-eyed with curiosity… and the other half silently praying for mercy.

With a quiet click, you capped your marker and continued. “Neurotransmitter binding is not a one-size-fits-all process,” you said, voice steady as your gaze swept across rows of glazed eyes and frantic scribbles. “It’s dynamic. It’s reactive. It’s shaped by genetics, trauma, medication—even what you ate for breakfast.”

A hand shot up in the second row.

“So… like, can serotonin make you hallucinate?”

You blinked. “No. And if it does, someone’s given you something else—and you should go to the ER. Immediately.”

A ripple of laughter. A few groans.

Another hand rose—this one from a sharp-eyed girl near the back. “In Joker toxin exposure cases, have you ever seen synthetic mimicry of dopamine flood patterns?”

Now that was a question worth respecting.

You’d specialized in Joker toxin during your postgraduate years, had seen firsthand the neurological carnage it left behind. The clown was a madman no doubt—but a dangerously brilliant madman.

Your mouth tugged into a faint smirk. “Yes. And no. But that’s a topic for next week.”

The clock ticked toward the hour. You fielded three more questions—one insightful, two exhausting—before dismissing the class. 

Backpacks zipped. Conversations stirred. As the last student filed out, you finally exhaled. Slowly. The silence was a relief.

Rolling your shoulders, you gathered your coat and bag, the weariness catching up to you in waves as you made your way toward the door—hungry, tired, and vaguely craving something that didn’t taste like caffeine or sugary energy drinks.

Gotham’s streets buzzed with their usual chaos—honking cabs, barking vendors, motorcycles weaving between traffic like they were flirting with death. You walked with familiar ease, the city noise fading beneath the throb behind your eyes and the pressure at the back of your skull.

Your hand drifted up to your bun. It had been tightly wound since six in the morning, and now it felt like a migraine on a countdown. Mercifully, you didn’t have to be in the lab today—no microscopes, no sterile gloves, no post-doc breathing down your neck. Just freedom. Glorious, unwashed, unbothered freedom.

So you didn’t hesitate. One by one, you tugged the pins from your hair, each metallic clink falling into your coat pocket like a tiny rebellion. The strands spilled down, wild and full of indents, but you didn’t care. You tipped your head back, rubbed at your aching scalp with slow, tender fingers, and sighed like you’d been holding your breath all day.

You looked like hell. You felt like hell. But you were done. No lectures. No lab reports. Your appearance be damned you just wanted to spend the rest of the day in comfort. 

Your boots clicked along the sidewalk as you headed toward Café Nero, already imagining the warmth of a latte in your hands—despite your earlier claim about cutting back on caffeine. A lie, obviously. Caffeine was practically your lifeblood— and something carby in your mouth.

But the universe had other plans.

You turned the corner—and nearly collided headfirst with a ghost.

Jake.

Three years of your life bundled into one name, one face. One half-curved smile that looked exactly like it used to and somehow worse now that it was being directed at someone else.

Three years of your life compressed into one name. One face. One irritatingly familiar smirk. His arm was around a tall blonde, her smile radiant and far too trusting. He wore the same smug charm he always had as he said something that had her giggling. 

He noticed you first.

“Hey!” he said, voice way too bright. “Y/N. Wow. You look…” his eyes flicked over your rumpled sweater, your wild hair, “…great. Still at the university? Tinkering away in your little lab?”

You straightened instinctively, spine snapping to attention like your body was trying to make up for the indignity of the moment. Of all the days to run into him.

“I am,” you replied, polite but clipped.

Three years together, and he still couldn’t grasp the importance of your work—or the lives it affected. Your research had been groundbreaking, and he’d always referred to it like you were tinkering with science fair projects.

The blonde leaned into his side with a warm smile. “You didn’t tell me your ex was brilliant and pretty.”

You wanted to hate her. Truly, you did. But unfortunately… she actually seemed sweet.

He laughed. “I forget sometimes.” Then turned back to you with that same infuriatingly casual smirk. “Oh—uh, Y/N, this is my fiancée, Hannah.”

The word hit like a slap.

Fiancée.

Only a year ago, you’d walked in on him and his yoga instructor, limbs tangled and guilt nowhere in sight. He’d thrown away three years with you like it was nothing—and now, not even twelve months later, he’d found someone new and locked her down with a ring so big it probably needed its own insurance policy.

You managed a smile. A real one, for her sake. Sort of. “It’s nice to meet you.” Your eyes dropped to the large, glittering ring on her hand.

“Wow,” you said with a tight smile. “That’s… that’s a big rock.” You let out an awkward laugh, trying muster the slightest bit of enthusiasm you definitely weren’t feeling on the inside. “You’re engaged. To be married.”

Jake grinned. “Yeah. Things just… clicked. It was like fate.” Then he reached out and stroked her cheek with the kind of performative tenderness that made your stomach churn. 

God. How had you ever loved this man?

“Isn’t that right, baby?” he murmured.

Someone gag you with a spoon.

You stood there, frozen in place, as Jake pulled Hannah in for a kiss—deep as if he was trying to fit his entire tongue down her throat. Screw you, you thought. Screw you for rubbing her in my face.

You cleared your throat, the sound awkward and a little too loud. “Well, I should get going,” you began—except your mouth didn’t stop there.

Your brain screamed abort, but your tongue had other plans.

“I actually have to go meet my guy. Yeah, he’s a neuroscientist too. We, uh… met at work.” You nodded like that somehow made it more convincing. “Anyway…”

You cleared your throat again, silently begging yourself to shut up.

“It was… great seeing you. And congrats. On the ring. The upcoming wedding. Your whole… life. All of it.” You winced inwardly. “Well… Peace.”

And if that wasn’t humiliating enough, you topped it off by flashing a peace sign like some glitching robot before turning and briskly walking away.

The second you were out of sight, your smile collapsed. You pressed your lips together, debating whether to scream into the sky or crawl into the nearest sewer.

“Someone kill me right now,” you muttered under your breath.

CAFÉ NERO

You finally made it to the café, and with it, your mortification began to loosen its grip. The familiar scent of roasted beans and fresh pastries wrapped around you like a warm blanket, softening the sting of everything that had come before.

Inside, it was calm—the gentle hiss of the espresso machine, the clink of ceramic, the low murmur of scattered conversations. A peaceful hum that felt like the complete opposite of Jake and his nauseating tongue display.

You slipped into your usual seat at the counter, letting your bag slump to the floor, and leaned against the worn wood like it might hold you up a little longer.

“Ah! Doctora!” Juan greeted you with a bright smile from behind the bar.

He was a sweet kid—maybe nineteen—who’d moved to Gotham from Mexico about six months ago. His English was improving steadily, though every now and then he’d still stumble over a few words. You’d quietly helped where you could. While he knew your name, he aways insisted on calling you Doctora like it was your superhero title. 

You snorted at the thought. You, a superhero? You couldn’t even save yourself from an awkward conversation with your ex.

“The usual?” he asked, already reaching for your cup.

“Si, please,” you nodded.

He glanced up with a curious smile. “Long day?”

You let out a soft groan, dropping your face into your hands. “You have no idea.”

The door chimed behind you, but you didn’t bother looking up. Not until you felt someone hovering a little too close to the seat beside you. 

You prayed your luck wasn’t that shitty.

But of course, it was.

Jake’s familiar chuckle slid into your ears like nails on glass. You closed your eyes for half a second, steeling yourself, before slowly peeling your face from your hands.

“This is too funny,” he said with a grin. “What a coincidence.”

“Right! Absolutely hilarious,” you replied, forcing a smile that you hoped didn’t look as fake as it felt as you saw Jake and Hannah standing there.

“I’m assuming this is your boyfriend’s seat?” Jake asked, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Oh, ye—”

Before you could finish, Juan slid your drink across the counter, cheerful as ever.

“No, Doctora,” he said, accent warm, words slightly clipped at the edges. “Order for one. Always order for one. Seat is free.”

You nearly choked on air.

Hannah giggled while Jake said nothing. Just raised his eyebrows slightly, in that smug little way he used to do when he thought he’d won something.

God, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

You smiled tightly. “It is. I’m meeting him back at work. Just stopped in quick. Juan, I thought I said I needed this to-go?”

Juan frowned, brows pinching together. “Mmm… no, I don’ think so. You say you finish work. You always sit here, like always.”

“Not this time,” you said—too sharp, too fast.

Juan’s face fell a little. Guilt bloomed in your chest like a bruise, he didn’t deserve that. It was your own damn fault for digging the hole in you were now.

You sighed, softer this time. “Lo siento, Juan. Can you make it to-go, please?”

He nodded, already reaching for the paper cup and bag.

You turned back to Jake with a forced laugh. “Seat’s all yours.”

The second Juan handed you the new cup and pastry bag, you thanked him quietly, paid, and practically sprinted for the door—mortified, humiliated, and more than ready to go home and bury yourself under ten layers of shame.

MILO & ANTHONY’S APARTMENT

“Ugh! I wanted to die right then and there,” you groaned, collapsing dramatically onto Milo and Anthony’s couch, a glass of wine already halfway gone. Their apartment was across from yours, and you’d made a beeline for it the second you got home, desperate to drink your embarrassment into submission. “I fucking peaced them.”

Anthony winced. “Yeah, that’s… pretty bad.”

“That’s because you need to go out more,” Milo said, waving his wine glass like a pointer. “Meet someone. Rub him all over Jake’s face like a human flex—same way he’s doing with that girl, Hayley.”

“Hannah,” you corrected automatically. “And she seemed sweet.”

“She could be as sweet as cotton candy dipped in honey and I still wouldn’t give a shit,” Milo snapped. “I give a shit about you. And you cannot keep letting that asshole rent space in your head.”

You opened your mouth, but Milo steamrolled right over you.

“Fine if you’re not ready for anything serious, but girl—you need to go out and get some good dick. That pussy is drier than the Sahara.”

You choked on your wine. “Hey! I get some!”

Milo deadpanned you. “Your vibrator doesn’t count. Honestly, it should start charging you. Thing looks like it’s about to file for workers’ comp.”

You blinked. “Have you been going through my drawers again?!”

He shrugged without shame. “I was looking for your face cream.”

“And you thought I keep that in my underwear drawer?” 

“Look, the point is,” he said, sitting forward, “you need to go out. Date. Even just a casual thing. I hate seeing you mope over that troll.”

“I’m not moping,” you muttered.

Anthony gave you a soft smile—too kind for this earth. “We’re just worried about you. And hey, for the record, we’re glad you moved here. You’re part of our chaos now.”

You exhaled, guilt and warmth stirring in your chest. “I know. It’s just… I can’t believe I was that blind. I nearly gave up everything for him. I even moved back to this shit-hole of a city—where clowns and penguins blow up buildings and guys in capes fight crime in full spandex.”

“Well, at least Gotham has a certain… charm,” Anthony offered.

“I mean, it’s great if your idea of charm is daily arson,” you deadpanned.

“We are happy you’re here,” Milo agreed, his voice softer for once. “But you’ve gotta stop beating yourself up. Even I thought he might’ve been your person—but he wasn’t. That’s on him. His loss, not yours. You’ve gotta move forward, babe.”

“I am dating,” you said weakly.

“No, you’re talking to people. You don’t even give them a real shot.” He raised his brows. “You can’t test chemistry without mixing the liquids.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s more complex than just ‘mixing liquids,’ Milo. There’s neural signaling, oxytocin regulation, attachment frameworks, behavioral conditioning… Timing alone can throw everything off. You can’t just drop two people into a room and expect chemistry. That’s not chemistry—it’s chaos.”

“Why not?” Milo shrugged. “People do it all the time. You’re overthinking it—as usual. But if it helps, just treat it like another one of your experiments.”

“It’s not that simple,” you argued. “My experiments have structure. Charts. Data. Equations. Control groups.”

“Exactly!” Milo clapped his hands. “Which is why you should try online dating. They have charts and shit.”

You let out a snort. “Please. In this city? Knowing my luck, I’d end up matched with a serial killer. Or worse—the Joker.”

Anthony tilted his head thoughtfully. “Does the Joker even online date?”

Milo groaned. “You’re both insane. There are plenty of semi-normal people on those apps. It’s how me and Anthony met.”

You gave him a flat look. “Exactly.”

You gave him a long, pointed look. “Point proven.”

“No.” Milo leaned in. “The point is you need to get back out there. Whether it’s for a wham-bam-thank-you-man kind of night, or you end up calling me crying because you just met the father of your future babies—I don’t care. You just can’t keep living in Jake’s memory. Not everyone is like him.”

You groaned, tipping back the rest of your wine in one go. “I know that.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a look.

“I do!” you insisted. “Look, can we table this for now? I just want to drown my feelings and make future-me regret the hangover I’m definitely earning tonight.”

GOTHAM ROOFTOPS

Boots hit the edge of a rooftop with a soft scrape of gravel. Jason Todd scanned the streets below, hands resting at his sides, jacket collar tugged up against the bite of the early spring cold. He moved with restless energy—agitated, impatient, ready for something to go wrong.

“This is a bust,” he muttered into the comms. “Three blocks, no action. Not even a wannabe thug with a pocket knife and poor life choices. I’m starting to think Gotham forgot how to be Gotham.”

There was a beat of silence before Dick’s voice came through, dry and amused.

“Or maybe you’re just scaring the criminals too much, Hood. Ever consider early retirement?”

Jason rolled his eyes behind the mask. “Only if you go first, Nightwing. I thought Blüdhaven was where all the action was—what’re you doing slumming it with us Gotham bottom-feeders?”

“It is,” Dick replied. “But every now and then I like to slum it with my baby brother. Make sure you’re not burning down half the city in my absence.”

Jason snorted. “You’re only older by what, five years and a moral superiority complex?”

Before Dick could answer, Barbara’s voice cut in over the channel, sharp and clear.

“Seems like you’re about to get your wish, Jason. I’ve got eyes on suspicious movement down at the docks—east side, Warehouse Eleven.” Barbara drawled through the comms. 

Jason was already moving, boots hitting gravel as he took off across the rooftop. “Now we’re talking.”

Dick followed a step behind, vaulting over a low pipe with practiced ease. “Arms deal?”

“Most likely,” Barbara confirmed. “Thermal scans show at least four bodies. No confirmed ID yet, but one of them matches a known associate of Black Mask.  “Be smart. And try not to level the building, Jason.”

“No promises,” he said, grin audible.

WAREHOUSE ELEVEN, EAST DOCKS

The docks were dead quiet when they arrived—too quiet. The kind of stillness that always meant something was waiting to go wrong. The air smelled like oil and sea rot, and the only sounds were the soft lapping of water and the occasional creak of aging chains swaying in the wind.

Jason crouched at the edge of a container stack, pistols holstered at his thighs, his gaze locked on the warehouse below. His breath clouded in the cool air.

“East lot’s clear,” he murmured into the comms. “Nothing but rats and roaches.”

Dick landed beside him in a soundless roll. “So, your usual crowd.”

Jason didn’t glance over. “That’s twice tonight. Keep it up and I’ll tell everyone you cried during that Pixar movie.”

“I was twelve. And it was Up, you heartless bastard.”

“Still counts.”

They moved in silence, slipping through a broken window high on the warehouse wall. Their boots hit the rafters without a whisper. Below them, four men circled a battered folding table strewn with crates, unmarked cases, and haphazard stacks of cash. A single overhead bulb flickered overhead, casting shifting shadows across the concrete floor.

Jason zoomed in with his HUD. “I know that one—left side. Carlo Mancini. Low-tier runner for Sionis. Looks like he’s about to piss himself.”

“Might mean he knows something,” Dick murmured.

They listened.

“I’m tellin’ you,” Mancini hissed, voice tight and shaky. “It’s gonna be big. Joker-level big.”

One of the others scoffed. “The hell you talkin’ about? Joker’s been off the grid for months.”

“Yeah, and now he’s back. Lookin’ for someone—some guy who used to run with him, then bailed. Word is, he took something. Something important.”

Jason’s fingers curled slowly around the grip of his pistol.

“It’s not his usual stuff either,” Mancini went on, voice dropping to a whisper. “Heard it’s from Scarecrow too. Some freak chemical—don’t kill you right away. Makes you laugh yourself insane. Till your heart gives out.”

A beat of silence.

“No cure for it, either.”

Jason exhaled. “Shit.”

Beside him, Dick’s jaw flexed. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Jason gave a tight nod. “If the Joker and Scarecrow teamed up and made something new—and someone stole it…”

Dick’s voice was grim. “Then Gotham just became a countdown clock. And we’re already late.”

Without another word, they moved.

Jason dropped from the rafters like a shadow cutting through fog, landing hard enough to make one of the thugs flinch. Dick followed a breath behind, graceful and quiet. By the time the first man reached for his weapon, Jason had already disarmed him with a sharp twist of his wrist and sent him sprawling with a solid elbow to the jaw.

Dick swept the legs out from under another, zip-tying his wrists with practiced ease. The other two barely had time to shout before they were taken down—one with a stun baton to the ribs, the other with a boot to the sternum.

Mancini tried to run.

Jason caught him by the collar, slammed him against a crate with just enough force to knock the air from his lungs. “Going somewhere?”

The runner gasped, eyes wide with panic. “I didn’t—look, I don’t know anything!”

“You know enough to be scared,” Jason growled, pressing his forearm into the man’s throat. “So start talking.”

“Okay—okay!” Mancini wheezed, both hands raised in surrender. “I just heard whispers, man. Word on the street is Joker and the ‘crow are lookin’ for someone—most likely one of his old runners. Said he took something. Chemical notes, maybe the whole damn formula. Whatever it is, it’s important. Real important. Joker’s tearing through people trying to get it back.”

Jason’s gaze darkened. “You know who this guy is?”

“No name,” Mancini coughed. “Just that he used to run logistics—backdoor stuff. Quiet type. Smart guy. Kept to himself. Real ghost.”

“Not smart enough if he got himself tangled up with the Joker and Scarecrow,” Dick muttered.

Jason’s hand tightened. For a moment, Dick thought he might snap.

“Jason,” he said, quiet. A reminder.

Jason let go.

Mancini dropped to his knees, coughing and trembling. Jason stepped back into the shadows, tapping his comm.

“You catch all that, Oracle?”

Barbara’s voice filtered in, sharp and efficient. “Every word. Red Robin and B are already digging. If this guy’s in Gotham, we’ll find him. But until then, you two are off the clock. Get some rest.”

Jason exhaled through his nose. “Yeah. Sure.”

Dick shot him a look. “Try to actually listen for once. Not everything has to be solved in one night.” 

With that, he clapped Jason on the shoulder and nudged him toward the exit—just as the distant wail of GCPD sirens broke the silence, growing louder with every passing second. Cleanup crew was on its way.

Jason didn’t answer. His jaw was tight, his thoughts already miles ahead—backtracking whispers, dissecting clues, remembering the sound of laughter that still echoed in the corners of his nightmares.

It was rare for the Joker to get invested in anything. He thrived on chaos, not consistency. But if he was serious enough to go out of his way to hunt down some nobody, then whoever had the formula was sitting on a bomb.

Next Chapter →

[zehrbear]

Bones and All

pairing : Dragon!Sylus x fem!Reader

cw: smut, monsterfucking, predator-prey, blood, double P in V, being restrained with his tail, reader has tits and a vagina, sylus wants to eat you :3

Sylus is obsessed with how soft you are.

He’s enthralled by the curve of your hips, the way you yield beneath his claws that leave hollow indents behind on your flesh with every squeeze. You’re his favorite possession, his greatest indulgence to hoard.

The reminder strikes him as he watches you lounging atop the velvet settee, oblivious and serene, against a backdrop of gold and glittering that gleam in the dim light of the cave. His reptilian gaze lingers, drinking in the way your body bends and twists, the natural grace of you as you stretch when you think no one is watching. The lazy roll of your spine, the shifting of your thighs, it all leaves his claws twitching with the need to claim you. He pictures your body beneath him, all pliant and willing, as he maps each curve. He imagines mouthing at your jaw, his lips grazing down your neck to drink in the scent of you.

You’re always so sweet. So soft. So warm.

So fresh.

The thought teeters on the edge of something darker. A place where the line between desire and hunger blurs into a bloody haze as he grapples with his conflicting feelings. As he finds himself unable to discern between his mate and his feed for the night. 

Your head snaps to the side when you hear the sudden shifting of gold, the sliding of coins that lay scattered across the ground against one another, as they do when pushed by something heavy. 

“Sylus?” Your voice is higher than you intended, raw with unease. 

There’s no response. His name echoes back at you, hollow and mocking before the sound suddenly stops. You turn sharply, pulse roaring in your ears, only to meet with nothing.

It doesn’t feel right. Every instinct screams at you to run, but your legs feel like they're in quicksand; lethargic, heavy, unable to move. It feels like you’re sinking into the gold beneath you shifting right below your feet. Your breaths come shallow, rapid, each one colder than the last as you look around for the source of your panic. That is, until your gaze lands on two scarlet eyes, wide and predatory, gazing right at you from the shadows before it disappears once more. 

He’s stalking you.

Coins spill and clatter, tumbling in a slow cascade down mountainous piles on either side of the cave’s walls. You spin again, your movements frantic, and it’s as if the shadows are alive - seeping into every crevice, pooling at the edges of your vision.

You feel him circling you. You swear you can when a brush of heat grazes against your arm, making you jolt upright. Your head jerking to the side to catch a glimpse of him, but once more, you’re met with nothing but the ghost of a touch and the roaring of your blood in your ears.

“S-Sylus?” you whisper this time, a breathless sound barely audible, and in that moment you don’t know if you’re calling for him to reveal himself or begging him to stay hidden.

A growl rolls out of the dark, low and resonant, reverberating through the cave and into your very bones. And in that moment, every part of you screams prey. The frantic thrum of your pulse, the quivers of your body, the way your breath comes shallow and quick betraying the fear you can’t possibly hide.

It’s intoxicating to him.

The world blurs as something crashes into you, an overwhelming force that knocks the breath from your lungs. The gold shifts violently beneath you as you’re thrown back, coins scattering and clattering in a deafening storm. Your body hits the ground hard, sharp edges biting into your skin. You gasp, chest heaving as panic flows through your every vein. 

Before you can even process it, he’s on you.

Sylus looms above you, all dark scales and burning lust, his massive form blocking out the light with a presence that eclipses everything else. A claw makes its way to your face, tilting it upwards and baring your neck to him as the other holds you down by the shoulder, pinning you down easily. You twist and squirm trying to break free, but it’s futile as his scorpion-like tail wraps around your middle, sinuous and heavy, and locks you in place.

His chest heaves, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he lowers his face to yours. His eyes are blown wide, the red of his irises swallowed by darkness, fixed on you with a singular, unrelenting focus. He’s panting, his jaw unhinging just enough for his fangs to glint in the dim light as the slick heat of drool drips onto your skin.

You’re so small beneath him, fragile in ways that ignite something primal within his system. His jaws part as he leans closer, the sharp points of his fangs grazing your neck, teasing the delicate skin stretched thin over the artery thrumming wildly beneath. The sound of your racing heartbeat filling his ears and stirring up a hunger so deep it makes his chest ache.

The conflict burns in him, a raging fire that twists his hunger into something far more dangerous, a carnal need to consume you. Your soul. Your flesh. Your very bones. His tail curls tighter around your middle, possessive and unyielding, locking you in place like a predator fearing his prize might escape. You’re so soft, so flush with life, and it would be so easy to take that all away. To have you fill his mouth another way. To hear your cries warp into screams and see your wide eyes filled with terror.

His hips shift, pressing his arousal against you, the ridges of his twin cocks sliding along your trembling core. The slick heat of his pre smears against your skin, marking you in ways that send a shiver through him as his claws flex again, almost breaking skin this time.

It’s like your every nerve is alight; sparks flurrying throughout your body in flashes of electricity as you feel the weight of him pressing against you. Your cunt tightens as he moves closer, as he prods against your entrance, stretching you out with just the tip of him as your walls flutter around him and you grow lightheaded with fear, or is it anticipation?

Could this heady feeling a mix of both?

“You’re afraid.” He growls low, satisfied with the way you gasp and arch beneath him as if your body is betraying you.

The sound of his voice curls in your ear, cutting through the fuzz as his teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck. Sharp points puncture the delicate skin, wrenching a cry from your lips as ruby beads spill and trickle down your throat in a warm, sticky stream. You tremble, caught in a storm of sensation- each spark, each bite of pain, tangled with a pleasure you can’t understand. One that thickens as he shifts his weight, as his hips roll against you with deliberate pressure and the burn of him stretching you open wrenches a choked cry from your lips. He shudders at the sound, growl deepening as his hunger sharpens and it takes everything in him not to give in, to tear you apart and savour the feel of your flesh between his teeth, your blood , metallic and warm in his mouth.

Soft, so soft, and so sweet.

Will she feel this warm when she’s no longer moving? 

As he sinks into your heat, stretching deliciously around both cocks despite the fear in your eyes and the tremors wracking through your body… as he feels the slick coating your inner thighs and your clit pulsing below the tip of his tail, he realizes the truth of it. 

This hunger of his will never go away, will always linger just beneath the surface where it threatens to break and envelop him completely. But this unbearable need to make you his over and over again, is stronger.

Though it’s too much, too overwhelming - your body still clings to him, greedily taking more as though you were made for this, for him. It’s a feeling that coils around you, binding and inescapable. Like a tail wrapped around your middle, tethering you together while he feasts on you.

The pull of something neither of you can suppress.

@awwitschuu <3

[littleslaywrites]

no bark, all bite | aaron hotchner x reader

nsfw, mdni 

summary: you can’t help but bite Aaron when he wears a short sleeve shirt. 

word count: 1.8k

cw: smut, biting (all aaron receiving), unprotected sex, f!reader, holy moly his arms in that gif

based on this post by @l1v1ngz0mb1e

It had been difficult to get used to seeing Aaron out of his suits. Not in a bad way, not at all. But it was difficult to behave yourself when he wore those polo shirts that revealed just enough of his biceps to make your mouth water. 

That’s not to say his suits didn’t reveal a lot. You’d noticed recently his button ups clung to him tighter than usual. A good girlfriend would buy him a size up, but you wouldn’t dream of it. You enjoyed it too much when he’d take off his suit jacket and you could see the seams practically bursting as his muscles flexed beneath his shirts. 

But it was even better when you could see the skin, the veins, the hair on his arms. It was the complete picture, all that you imagined when his long sleeves were covering him. And somehow, it felt even more erotic to get a glimpse of him from beneath a short sleeve shirt than to actually see him shirtless. 

He truly was very distracting. Every day, you wondered how any of his coworkers were able to get anything done while he was around. 

And here you are again, trying to focus on the task at hand while all you can think about is his arms. It was a Friday night, Jack was at a sleepover, and Aaron had invited you over. You’d had dinner at his house, simply enjoying the company, and forcing yourself to not stare at his biceps. 

Your dinners at home are always casual, as Aaron wants to get out of his suits as much as he can and wear something more comfortable. 

(You can relate to wanting to get him out of his suits, although in a different way.) 

Tonight, he answered the door in track pants and a t-shirt. When he opened it, you instantly knew you’d have trouble keeping your eyes off of him. But you smile as normally as possible, setting the wine down on the counter. 

Once your hands are free, he wraps you in a hug, and you can’t help but focus on the strength of his arms around you. You can feel his muscles squeezing your sides, and you almost feel bad that you’re objectifying so hard. You know the tight hug is simply his way of comforting himself, releasing the stress of his job, but it almost makes your eyes roll back as you feel how tight his grip is.

He pulls back, his hands on your shoulders, leaving his biceps right in your sight line. He says something you don’t even hear, and when you nod mindlessly, he leads you to the table. 

You eat dinner, listening to him talk about work. And every time he takes a sip of his water, the sleeve of his shirt pulls up, giving you an even better view. You manage to focus on his stories, even though half your brain power is being used to keep your eyes from drifting. 

After dinner, you end up on the couch, sitting side by side. You might have eaten already, but the sight of him in that shirt is making you want something else to chew on.  His arm wraps around you as he nuzzles into your neck. 

“I missed you,” he murmurs, kissing your pulse point gently. 

“Missed you, too,” you say, your hands moving to squeeze his arm. Your grip tightens as he continues to trail kisses along your neck, until he pulls back. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but you lean forward, taking his bicep in between your teeth and biting down before he can speak. 

“Hey!”

You pull back, a grin on your face. “Got you.”

“What was that for?”

Your index finger rubs circles onto the area with the small indents that are slowly disappearing. “You just looked… biteable.”

He raises an eyebrow in fake indignation. “Biteable?” 

You nod, pushing his sleeve up more to bite him again, this time probably harder than you should. 

He hisses softly, staring down at the way his arm turns red in the shape of your teeth as you pull away. 

You almost tell him he’s asking for it with the shirt he’s got on, dressed like an absolute whore in that gray t-shirt, but get distracted by the skin he’s showing. 

You take his wrists, pulling his arm up to your mouth. You bite his upper arm again, then move down, biting from his bicep to his forearms. Each time, you nip a bit harder, slowly getting addicted to the feeling of his skin pulling between your jaws. 

You take extra care when you reach that vein on his forearm, tracing it with your tongue before taking it in your mouth, gnawing on him like a puppy with its favorite chew toy. 

“Stop that,” he says with no real fire behind his words. It’s what he always says when he wants something but is too embarrassed to admit it’s turning him on— as if you can’t feel the hardness forming beneath his pants. 

“No,” you say, eliciting a small laugh from Aaron. 

You nip at his neck, getting him right in that spot you know he likes, so he doesn’t argue when you slip his shirt off and push him down on the couch. 

You graze your teeth from his collarbone to his chest, biting on the flesh of his peck. He gives a groan in response as you lick the spot to soothe it. 

He nearly whines your name as you slide off his pants, then take his underwear off. When you gaze down at him, it becomes clear he’s enjoying it more than he lets on. 

“I just want to nibble on you,” you say as you nip at his hip bone.

“I thought you said you were full after dinner,” Aaron says breathlessly, a hand tangling in your hair. 

“You’re my dessert.”

You bite his thigh, hard enough that you know it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. The supple flesh of his thighs squeeze between your teeth, and you feel the dampness pooling in your underwear as you taste his skin. 

“Baby,” he says, gently tugging on your hair to get you to look at him. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re being a tease.”

You giggle, taking your shirt off. His large hands immediately go to your back, unhooking your bra. He pulls you into a deep kiss, and you unzip your jeans as he tongue slips into your mouth. When he pulls back, you capture his bottom lip between your teeth, letting it pull before you release him. 

You hurriedly slip your pants off, straddling him. “You just look delicious. I could eat you up.”

He gives a chuckle, hands going to your hips. “My little vampire.”

You smile in response, shifting above his length, grasping the base of it and guiding yourself down. 

You both tilt your heads back as you slowly sink onto him, breaths becoming more rapid. 

Once he bottoms out, you lean down, giving his neck a love bite. When you pull back, it’s clear that you’ve bitten him hard enough that he’ll have to hope there’s no case over the weekend to give the bruise time to heal before he has to face his coworkers again. 

He gives your hip two gentle taps, signaling you to start moving before he does it himself. You take the cue, slowly riding him. It’s not lost on you that his muscles flex every time your walls flutter. In fact, you make a point to deliberately squeeze him, just like your teeth were squeezing him earlier. 

Usually, you’re watching his face, focused on the way his eyelids flutter. But tonight, you can’t tear your eyes away from the way his biceps flex as he grips your hips, the movement of the muscles emphasizing the bite marks you’ve littered along his body. 

You place a hand on his chest for leverage, bouncing faster as his groans spur you on. You will always be grateful that he’s let loose with you, giving himself permission to be vocal beneath your touch. You reward his sounds with your own moans, desperate as you feel every inch of him filling you up. 

You get carried away as you gaze at his build, losing rhythm in your distracted state of mind. You don’t even notice his whimpers go from pleasured to depreciate until he can’t resist any longer and starts to buck up into you. 

“So good,” you whimper out. 

“I know,” he says, fingers digging into your hips. You know it’ll leave an imprint, but it’s only fair after what you've done to mark him up. 

He’s pressing into you deep enough that it reaches your brain, thoughts going blank as you mindlessly meet his thrusts. 

As he starts to lose control of his hips, your walls clamp around him, coaxing him into filling you up. 

You’re back arches as you fall over the edge, the wetness of your release dripping down your thighs and onto his. 

The feeling of you coming around him has Aaron quickly following, his eyes glued to your chest as your back arches. His hips stutter as he gives one last deep thrust, painting your insides white. 

He gently pulls you down to rest on his chest, hugging you tightly to help you come down for your high. As he wraps his arms around you, your eyes are drawn to his muscles again, your hazy mind still having enough power to seek out his arms. 

You wrap your arms around his forearm, nuzzling into his upper arm. 

“You’re really obsessed with me tonight, aren’t you?” He says it teasingly, flexing as a half-joke. 

You take the opportunity to bite him again, not releasing him for a good few seconds. 

“Are you staying like that all night?”

You hum around him, opening your jaws even further to take more of him in your mouth. 

He laughs softly, patting your back. “You’ve gotta let me go eventually.”

You sigh around him, eventually releasing him and laying your cheek down on your chest, his peck right in view for you to admire the teeth marks you’d left. You trace it gently, proud of your work. 

“You know, it’s not nice to act like a teething puppy while your boyfriend is at your mercy.”

You giggle. “Then you shouldn’t be so biteable. I could chew on you all night.”

“You’re so cute I might let you.”

You snuggle even closer to him. “Besides, what’s so wrong about appreciating my big, strong man?”

Aaron rolls his eyes, even though he can’t help but blush at your words.

As he holds you tighter, you feel content, not even tempted to bite him as you watch his arms. At least, for now. And as Aaron falls asleep with you on top of him, he has a looming suspicion that his wake up call (and your breakfast) tomorrow will be the pressure of your teeth around his bare arm. 

[harrysangel23]

Sucker*

A/N: I've returned! As an apology for not posting for a little, I wrote the fic to be a little longer! It's def full of absolute filth so enjoy! (please tell me I'm not the only one who kept thinking of Duplicity when reading this)

Pairing: Slightly mean dom Harry x Sub reader

Warnings: spanking, oral (F&M receiving), fingering (f receiving), food play, spit play, dirty talk, degrading, P in V, no protection, spanking, and aftercare (I think that's everything)

WC: almost 6k

18+

Harry had returned from his short grocery run, about to put them away before his attention was caught. His angel still lounging by their pool. 

It was clear from in between the time he first left the house and returned that she had gotten into the water. Her hair slightly damp as she laid on her back, soaking up the sun. 

What was also abundantly clear, was the sweet she had perched between her two lips. He could see as she swirled what seemed to be a lollipop between her lips. Her cheeks indenting from the hard suctioning she was creating, reminding him of how glorious it felt when she did that to him. As the sucker was finally pulled from between her lips, it left a miniscule trail of her own spit before it broke, and she swiftly reached her finger up to her chin to wipe the saliva, once again reminding him of how she would do the same after getting a lick onto him. 

Making himself known, as curious to see where he could take this, he opened the sliding door, stepped into their backyard and made his way towards her. 

“Enjoying yourself angel?” He grinned as he finally reached her, her own reaction reflecting his as she sat up even more to give him all her attention.

“Hi babe!” She beamed up at him, “I’ve been loving this weather, so nice out.” He found it hard to keep his eyes on hers as her body was hardly covered. 

She wore a red bikini, the color matching her complection. Despite it being a string set, it held her tits up perfectly, the strings adorning her sides indented into the skin, making him hungrier for her. 

“Sure is, do you want to help me inside with the groceries pet?” He noticed her eyes darken for a moment from the nickname he normally used in bed before she scrambled to get stand up with him. He nearly groaned at the way her tits bounced as she did so.

“I’d love to!” She excitedly smiled before leaning up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. She then placed the sucker back between her lips before grabbing his hand and making their way towards the door. 

Harry, found the short walk to be even shorter, as his attention was dialed in on her ass. The bikini did next to nothing to cover her up, her plump ass jiggling with every step she took. As she released his hand to open the door, he couldn’t resist sneaking in a cheeky slap to her ass before she whipped her head around with a squeak, taking the lolly right out of her mouth. 

“Harry!” She looked at him in shock, still moving her body into the home, making her way towards the kitchen. “What the hell was that for, you perv!”

“Just looked too good not to sweetheart.” He smirked at her, watching her face grow red.

She busied herself taking the food items out of the bags, as an attempt to somewhat avoid his cheeky shenanigans. The sucker she was still sucking on though was not doing her any favors. 

She grabbed the bread, moving towards the pantry. She took her sucker out of her mouth, the slight slurp was ringing through harry’s ears and she bent over to slide the bread into the drawer, her bottoms scrunching up between her ass, revealing more skin. She quickly turned right up as Harry, once again, couldn’t help himself as he laid another smack, this time on her other cheek. 

“Harry! Enough!” If her face wasn’t red enough before, it surely was now. All Harry could do in defense was simply shrug, the same smirk plastered on his face. She playfully glared as him as a warning before her sucker made its way back into her mouth. 

Harry grew more jealous of the sucker as they both continued putting the newly bought food away. He could give her something much more enjoyable to suck on and leave both of them happy.

He imagined her getting on her knees as he leaned against the counter. The sucker long forgotten as her mouth slurped him down, leaving saliva to drip down her chin and decorate her breasts to make them shiny. He could feel himself grow more excited simply at the thought of it. 

However, he was soon pulled from those thoughts as she bent down, her tits spilling out of the red fabric that did a poor job of keeping them covered, and she grabbed the bag of chips she had dropped. He had enough. 

He made the short steps towards her as she stood back up, slightly shocked to see how close he was to her from his previous spot. He ripped the chips from her hand and tossed them onto the counter before grabbing her neck with his hand. 

“I don’t appreciate the teasing pet.” His voice was low, he stared into her eyes, slowly dragging them down to her lips where they were puckered around the sweet treat. He reached his other hand up, grabbing the stick and slowly pulling it out of her mouth. She made an effort to make the same slurping noise as it was pulled from her, as a way to collect the sweet juice it left and her own spit. The string it left from being pulled was smeared onto her chin before he leaned forward to lick it up. He dragged his tounge from the bottom all the way towards her lips. He eagerly began kissing her, his tongue dragging along hers. She whined as he pulled away, the lolly now being placed into his mouth. 

“I-I wasn’t teasing you, you’re the one teasing me!” She stated, exasperated. 

“I don’t think so angel. I’m not the one lounging around, slurping around sugar on a damn stick, with my ass and tits out, bending over and begging to be fucked.” The hand on her thorat tightening as he felt her swallow thickly.  

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose!” She stated back to him. 

“Purpose or not, I’ll give you something to suck on.” Her bikini bottoms had to be drenched by now. If not for the slapping on her ass, noticing him oggoling her body, this had done it. “I’m going to finish putting away this shit since you are seeming to be a distraction. When I’m done, I better see you in our bedroom, kneeling before the bed. Is that clear?”

“Yes daddy.” He groaned before pulling her forward to smear his mouth onto her lips. He pulled away, releasing his hand from your throat. She turned around to make her way to the staircase but was briefly stopped by yet again, another smack on her ass, letting out a little yelp. 

“And keep the bikini on puppy.” She shuttered before nodding

Her feet quickly carried her towards their bedroom, immediately kneeling before the side of the bed. She kept herself busy with floating thoughts of how good he’s going to feel down her throat. 

Soon enough, she had heard his heavy steps climbing up the stairs and carrying him to the bed before he sat infront of her with his legs spread. Her mouth nearly drooling at the sight of the tent in his pants. 

She looked at him, noticing what was once her sucker, still in his mouth. His jaw clenched as his lips were wrapped around it. She grew slightly confused at a second sucker placed beside him on the bedding. 

Still sucking on the lolly, he began undoing his belt, the clanking of it making her grow more excited. He sat up slightly to then pull his pants and boxers down, leaving his thick cock to spring up after being released from the restricting clothes. 

“You wanted a sucker pet? Now you got one, get to work.” He spoke around the lolly, glaring her down as he waited for her to touch him. 

She clenched to thighs to help relieve some tension. She leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock. She admired the way it dripped down the veins before she stuck her tongue out to lick the trail it left. She continued licking stripes up his length, getting him wet with her own spit.

It didn’t take long out before her own need took over and she took him into her mouth. She started with just the tip, lapping her tongue around it, tasting precum. She moaned at how salty he tasted before sucking his head. The vibration and suction made him move his hand to her hair and tug at it lightly. 

“Good girl, now take more honey, it’s all for you.” She didn’t waste any time as her lips that were wrapped around his tip moved further down. She bobbed her head creating a pace as her tongue stroked at the vein on the underside of his cock. Her salavia was quickly building up as it soaked his dick and began making its way out the corners of her mouth. Like he had pictured, it slowly dripped onto her breasts the more she moved her head up and down and slurped at his cock. Her tits slightly jiggled as her movements increased making him moan loader around the sucker. 

Hearing his moans only drove her to work faster. She brought her lips all the way down to his base, her hands moved to his balls, feeling her salvia that had dripped down before she smeared it around them. Pulling off his cock she moved her head to suckle on his balls, hands keeping his cock occupied. 

When she felt they were wet enough, her mouth attached to his member again, taking him down her throat. She clenched around him as she gagged, his hands in her hair keeping her held down as he groaned. She began bobbing her head faster hearing him slurp around his own sucker. 

“Keep it up pet, M’gunna cum for ya.” The wet sounds were heard though their ears as she kept taking him down her throat, satisfying his lengthy cock and moaning around it as his words. 

She kept bobbing her head and soon felt his release fill her mouth. The salty substance nearly dripping out her mouth as she pulled back and swallowed it with pride. Harry was heaving as she lapped at his cock, getting every last drop she possibly could. She leaned back when she felt her job was done before looking back at him with a dazed expression. 

“Good girl.” She nuzzled his thigh at the compliment, almost shying away from his intimidating gaze. She turned her head to look at him as he peeled the now gone sucker from his mouth. The empty sick was held in his hand as he grabbed ahold of her hand, helping her stand on her sore legs. He moved her to the bed, making her lay on her back as he placed the stick on their nightstand. He reached for the other lolly that still sat on their bedding before removing the wrapping, placing it next to the stick on the stand. He brought it closer to her mouth, “Open up darling.” Despite her confusion, she obeyed as the sweet treat was placed on her tongue and the taste of cherry was filling her mouth. 

He took a moment to stand back up and just admire how she looked laid out for him. The red suit still in tact, her tits still restrained in the fabric, the bottom with a noticeable darkened spot that wasn’t from swimming, and her lips wrapped tightly around the sucker. He climbed onto the red to rest above her, forearms holding himself up as she gazed at him with wide eyes. 

He slowly moved his one arm from the bed, his other supporting his body, as he peeled the fabric covering her breasts to the side so her tits were completely out at this point, her nipples hard from the cold draft. 

His hand grabbed at the one breast, giving it a rough sqeeze before flicking against her nipple. His thumb slowly circled before bringing his mouth down to replace his finger. Harry’s mouth was sucking around the sensitive area before pulling back. 

The sucker in her mouth was removed with a pop before his mouth was on hers again. With roughness, their lips moved against each other, teeth clashing and spit being exchanged between their mouths. Soon though, she felt a new object circling her nipple, its coolness making her flinch as she felt the tacky substance being left on her. 

He pulled away, moving back down to lap at the residue left on her nipple from the sucker, slightly nipping at the bud as he moved to give the other side the same treatment. 

He moved the sucker back up to her lips, getting the hint she allowed herself to tongue at the sweet treat as much as she could before it left her lips once again. He moved it to her other nipple to let it get the same treatment. 

It circles slowly, before he pulls it back and brings it down to slightly slap the nipple. She released a gasp at the unexpected feeling of it, clenching her thighs even tighter. He pops the lolly back in her mouth as a holder for it as his mouth reaches down to suck and lick at her bud, while his hand occupies her other breast by roughlly sqeezing it and pinching her nipple. 

She whines as a sign of protest, and he finally leans up to take the lolly out of her mouth. 

“Whats the matter puppy?” He still teased her with keeping his fingers focused on flicking her nipple. 

“I need you on my pussy daddy.” With the sucker pushed into her cheek to speak, she spoke softly to him. His eyes widened at her forewardness, normally it takes a little more for her to be so open, but he doesn’t mind this newfound confidence. 

“Let’s take a look then hm?” He moved his body down between her legs as he moved her legs up, her knees resting on her chest and pushing her breasts closer together.

 From the position she was in now, her bottoms had nearly been swallowed by her cunt. The darkened spot on display as her puffy pussy was being restrained against the fabric. He groaned at the sight, taking his finger to slide up and down the wet spot as her arousal that leaked through the bikini was spotted on his fingers. 

He grabbed the bottoms, pulling them to the side so her pussy would be fully out like her tits. Her excitement had leaked to her ass at this point. Her juices were visible as they shone in the light in their bedroom. 

“Oh puppy,” He tsked at her mockingly, his breath hitting her cunt making her ache even more. “Looks like you did need me, this poor pussy is leaking all over my sheets.” He placed kisses around her thighs, nipping every once in a while. She needed to feel something, as her body took over and went to shut her legs but he stopped that immediately. “Nuh uh. You keep these up and open otherwise I’ll make a new arrangement for you. Is that clear?” 

She nodded but that was not good enough for him as he gave her a light warning slap on her thigh. “Yes I-I understand.” 

“Good girl.” Harry slightly sat up as he reached for the sucker in her mouth plucking it out and settling into his previous position. “I need you to stay good for me while I enjoy my treat puppy. I love seeing you laid like this for me, but I’ll have no choice but to move you around if you can’t listen okay?”

 She let out a restrained ‘okay’ as a way to hurry him along to touch her. Much to her liking, he began, but not what she was expecting. 

Keeping his gaze on her cunt, the sucker was dragged though her arousal. The first touch to where she needed him the most and it made her suck in a deep breath as it kept moving up and down through her lips. 

Once he thought the sucker, collected enough of her arousal, he moved it to circle her clit. As a shock to her from the feeling, her legs moved to close together again and her hands to reach for his hair and his movements were abruptly stopped. 

“What did I just tell you pet?” His gaze was dark, he glared at her unapprovingly. His hands reached to rip her legs apart and her hands from his hair. 

“I-I’m sorry, it just felt good. I won’t do it again daddy, I’m sorry.” She eagerly rushed out, feeling completely overwhelmed by not getting enough touching from him. 

“This is your last warning. Don’t make me tell you again.” She nodded, apoligizing once again as her hands rested on the backs of her thighs to keep herself spread for him. 

He resumed his work, letting the sucker circle her clit, before he moved it back down to collect her juices and smear it along her cunt. She felt her breathing pick up the feeling of at least something touching her cunt. The circling of the sticky treat on her cunt was enough to drive her mad. 

Harry decided to finally put her out of her misery as he pulled the sucker away from he clit, still letting it slide through her folds, as he leaned down at pressed a light kiss on her nub. His tongue soon came after, licking gentle stripes against her. He began lapping at her more as her soft moans were being heard. The taste of her slick was already addicting to him, but the slight hint of cherry flavoring was enough to make him spend hours going down on her.

She thoroughly enjoyed watching as he licked at her like a starved man. Moving the sucker covered in her juices back to her clit to circle it, his mouth moved to her folds. He leaned back to spit on her, making her gasp before he moved the sucker to rub it across her pussy before leaning down to lick it all back up. 

She was in heaven. She simply couldn’t help herself as her hands moved to pull his hair and keep him in place. However, Harry was not fond of this whatsoever. She soon she realized her mistake as he stopped and removed himself from her cunt. 

“W-wait, I’m sorry daddy! I won’t do it again, I-I didn’t mean to, I promise! It just felt so good, I promise I’ll-” 

“I don’t care. Since you can’t fucking listen like I asked, this isn’t going to go your way.” He graveled at her. When she attempted to speak up again, he was quick to reply. “Get on your hands and knees pet.” 

With her eyes cast down, she shamefully moved to where he wanted her. He also moved, quickly getting off the bed, and opening their nightstand drawer. She knew what he was grabbing the moment he reached for it and her thoughts were confirmed when he pulled it out. The handcuffs they used often were in his hand as he moved to tug her arms. He clasped the one around her wrist, circled the band around the headboard, before pulling her other arm up and clasping the other wrist. 

“Is that too tight pet?” His voice slightly softer as he rubbed her back, waiting for her response. 

“No daddy, it’s just right.” She answered him. 

“Alright. This is for your own good pet, I have to train my puppy somehow.” She shuttered just from the sentence alone. 

Her back was arched, arms pulled up as her head hung inbetween, and her ass was on full display for him with the red bikini bottoms covering nothing at this point. He grabbed her by the thighs to pull her legs apart, and her drenched pussy was soon in his view as well. He made a noise in the back of his throat at the sight before pulling the ties of strings of her swimsuit, causing it to fall onto the bed. 

“I need you to keep your legs right where they are pet, otherwise I’ll tie those down too.” He voice was deep, making her aware just how turned on he was too.

Before she knew what was happening, a hard smack was placed on her ass, making her yelp out, but she made herself stay as still as possible. His hand came down again, this time on her other cheek and she could feel her excitement start to drip. He continued to spank her ass, and the more slaps she recieved, the more drenched she became. Angel could feel it begin to leak down her thighs, and soon enough, Harry had noticed. 

Taking the sucker that was placed into his mouth before her spankings, he removed it as he spoke. 

“Jesus Christ angel, you’re leaking fucking everywhere. Didn’t realized getting spanked turned you on s’much, not so innocent are you hm? Little slut for me pet?” His degrading tone was doing nothing to help the problem between her legs, if anything, it was increasing how horny she was. 

“M’ such a slut for you daddy please! Please do something, I need it so bad!” Her voice was urgent, she couldn’t help it, she felt so deprived and he was doing nothing to help her but get her more worked up. 

“Such a good puppy I have. Just calm down, and I’ll help this poor pussy, give it a few kisses. It’s leaking juices everywhere baby.” Kneeling behind her he was quick to lick the trail of her excitment that ran down her leg before he indulged in her cunt. Before he could do that, he reached around her bringing the sucker to her lips. “Go on and suck it f’me baby.” 

She did as she was told, she began eagerly licking at it as her lips wrapped around it to attempted to keep the treat and her saliva in her mouth. It was pooling up and she struggled to swallow with her head down. He plucked it from her, plenty of spit stringing along with it and dropping onto the pillow below her. 

“Such a slobbery puppy, hm? Both holes are just so messy.” She didn’t bother responding, as her own moan cut her off by his tounge licking a stripe through her pussy. The sucker, placed on her clit once again as it was moved in circular motions, stimulating her. It took all the power in her not to move too much, her hands were clenched, nails digging into her palms as her whines grew. 

He pulled back to breathe as he let the sucker do some more work for him, letting it glide through her lips, and smear all her juices around her pussy. It was absurd how horny it made her for him to be using the sucker on her. 

He took her by surprise when the lolly that was just on her clit, moved to her folds and was pushed into her. She gasped loundly at the feeling of it being thrust in and out of her. Harry watched as the sucker pulled out of her, so many juices covering it before he placed it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. 

He plucked it out and brought it to her hole to do the same actions. She was so turned on, and it was clear from the noises of the sweet treat going in and out of her cunt. He thrust it in one last time before it was pulled, and instead of it being brought to his mouth, he reached around to where her hair was, pulled it as a way for her head to be brought up and brought it to her lips. She opened her mouth but before he placed it on her tongue, he let the sucker trace her bottom lip. Her own juices transferred before the sucker was placed on her tounge and she could taste herself. 

Harry became extremely aware of how hard his cock was as she gazed at him with wide eyes as her lips were wrapped around the sucker that was covered in her own arousal. He pulled the treat slowly, watching her lips morph around it as it was pulled before he licked the remaining juices off her lips and left her with a kiss. 

His hand left her hair causing her head to fall back down and he returned behind her. He was elated to see she still was dripping. Wasting no time, the sucker was proptly brought back to her folds, he continued to let it run through them once again before he pulled it back and let the sucker smack her cunt. It wasn’t very hard of a hit, but it still felt incredible. She whined more, needing him to tongue at her again and lick her juices up, she just wanted to cum so bad. 

Harry, however, was preoccupied with smacking her cunt with his sucker. The juices covering the sweet left a string everytime he pulled it back and it just was arousing for him to see. It took nearly all her strength to keep her legs open when he moved the slaps to her clit. He’d circle it before placing multiple pats onto the sensitive nub. 

Right before she was about to speak up, he placed the sucker on the nightstand ontop of the wrapper. His large hands smoothed over her ass before smacking them letting out a heavy sigh at the way they jiggled as he did so. His grip on her ass moved to her thighs, speading them more apart before he dove back into her cunt.

He was relentless as her whines were loud, as if that egged him on. He ate her out like a starved man, continiously lapping at her folds, placing kitten licks on her clit before sucking it into his mouth. The more he dove into her the more excitement started to leak, even he couldn’t keep up with it. More and more of it ran down her thighs, his hands moved to tightly grope her ass before he tounge dug into her folds and into her hole. She cried out from how good it felt to have him indulge in her. When she started feeling a familiar knot in her stomach he pulled back, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. He entertained himself with squeezing her ass, watching the flesh turn red under his touch. 

“Such a juicy little cunt baby. Love how you are so drenched more me, like you can’t get enough. It’s all puffy too, just begging me to lick at it” Working himself up from speaking- not just her- his hand laid another smack on her ass. “Just love your fucking body baby, love this fucking cunt, all mine isn’t it puppy? Your sopping pussy s’all for me isn’t it?” 

He watched as her juices shined in the lighting, bringing his hands from her ass to pull her lips apart. “Y-yes sir! All for you daddy.” He seemed pleased with the answer, keeping her pussy spread apart as he spat right on her cunt, watching the spit slide down to her clit before his tounge lapped back through her. She moaned, loving the feeling of his tongue on her once again. 

The handcuffs definitely had made marks on her wrist at this point from her tugging but she didn’t mind, if anything she liked it, made it all the more exciting. 

Harry took his fingers and allowed them to play with her clit while he tounged at her hole. She loved the combination, felt so good and she could feel her knot growing in her tummy once again, and decided to speak up. 

“Daddy, I- M’gunna cum, can I please cum?” Her sentence came out with a pant as it was hard to focus with his tongue lapping around her sensitive area. 

“No puppy, you’re gunna hold it like a good girl f’me. I wanna keep enjoying my sweet treat a little longer.” She was growing frustrated, she wiggled her hips as his mouth suckled at her clit but that only earned her a warning smack on the ass. 

“B-but daddy I can’t hold it! It feels too good, please daddy!” 

At her winey tone, he pulled himself away from her cunt, laying a harsh smack on her ass as he spoke up. 

“You don’t talk to me like that. I told you to hold it, so you’re going to hold it.” This time, instead of her ass, his hand came down right on her puffy pussy and she let out a yelp at how good it felt. “You have a choice puppy,” He spoke again before placing another slap to her cunt, the wetness making an audible noise against his hand. “You either hold it and wait for a little longer, or you don’t cum at all. What's it gunna be hm?” He placed another smack to her cunt. 

“I’ll hold it daddy.” Tears filled her eyes at frustration, she wasn’t sure if she could pull this off. His hand moved to rub his fingers through her folds, collecting all her juices before two fingers were pushed in. She tensed up at the feeling, the lolly and his tongue didn’t fill her up nearly as well as his cock but his fingers were a good start.

“Good girl. Now you just relax and let me enjoy my treat hm? Such a juicy little cunt.” His fingers were pulled out, and returned to her clit and his mouth continued its job lapping her up.

It seemed like torture as he kept groaning at how good she tasted, the feeling of his tongue and mouth pleasing her. The knot in her stomach was growing by the minute, she slightly moved her hips, swaying her ass slighlty and he kept busy on her cunt. He didn’t seem to mind as his tounge collected every drop of her arousal before he pulled off her. 

His cock was painfully hard just from the taste of her and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand gave it a few strokes before he let it slide against her cunt, collecting her juices that continued to leak from the weepy hole. His hand reached up pulling the ties from around her neck and back, allowing her top to join her bikini bottoms on the red. 

“Just licked you all up puppy, and your pussy managed to slobber up right away, must’ve been anticipating my cock,” He teased himself and you as his allowed the tip of his cock to keep sliding in and out before he spoke up again. “Are you ready for my cock baby? By the way your cunts dripping, I have a pretty good idea what it wants.”

“Yes daddy! I’m ready for your cock! Please, please I need it!” He smirked at her begging and couldn’t keep her waiting any longer. 

He slowly pushed his cock in, loving the feeling of her tight cunt gripping him. Once he bottomed out, he didn’t hold back, he pulled back and harshly slammed right back into her causing her ass to jiggle. He growled at the sight, gribbing her ass and using it as leverage to pull her back into him as he kept repeatedly slamming into her. 

“How’s that feel puppy, this what you wanted?” He quickly slapped her ass before groping it again to keep pounding into her, picking up his pace as he felt his own orgasm approach. 

“Ye-yes thank you daddy! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, needed it so bad!” Her words only encouraged him more. His balls slapping against her cunt as her ass jiggled with each thrust and slap they endured. Both their moans could be heard through the room, sweat collecting on both their bodies. 

His one hand left her ass, the other still keeping it in a tight grib as he strummed on her clit. She mewled out as his motions grew faster and messier. 

“Daddy please, can I cum? M’so close I can’t hold it daddy, please!” 

“Yeah baby, you can cum. Wanna see your cunt soak my cock. Go on and cum for daddy, angel.” She let out a sigh of releaf as she felt the knot in her stomach keep growing.

The feeling of his cock relentlessly pounding her, the grip on her ass, and his fingers playing with her clit, she couldn’t take it anymore as her cunt spasmed around him, finally cumming. He felt her clench around him, continuing his pounding as he was reaching where he needed to. 

“Good fucking girl, so good f’me. Love when your cunt squeezes me like that.” She moaned as her orgasm continued to flow through her, her cunt still being abused by his cock thrusting in and out before he roughly pulled out. His hand furiously stroked his length before spurts of his cum landed against her ass and pussy. “Jesus Christ pet. What a sight.”

 He brought his hand down, smearing his own release against her pussy. She whined and wiggled as he touched her overly sensitive clit. 

“Sorry baby,” He left a chaste kiss on the side of her ass, pulled himself up as he grabbed the key for the cuffs. Once he helped her out of them he frowned at the harsh marks left on her wrists, lightly tracing his fingers along the markings. “I thought you said it wasn’t too tight angel?”

“It wasn’t I promise, I really didn’t hurt much, I promise honey.” She pressed a kiss on his lips to assure him as he let out a sigh.

“Next time you tell me if it does okay?” She nodded before laying flat on her stomach. “M’gunna run to the bathroom and help ya clean up baby.” In a flash, he grabbed a wet cloth and a glass of water before returning. He made sure to be extra careful when cleaning her up before tossing the cloth and climbing into bed with her. 

His arms pulled her to rest on top of him, his hands careful of her ass that he reminded himself to get a cream for before they went to bed. Her head laid against his chest as they rested together. 

“Y’can sleep a little baby. We’ll rest and then we can get up and make some dinner, how does that sound angel?” His voice was much softer than it had bed during the steamy sex they just had. 

“Sounds good H.” She leaned up, pressing her lips to his as they moved together, it was sweet and slow, nothing messy like before. They parted with a soft smack before she curled into his side and closed her eyes.

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A Business Affair (Lee Minho)

Synopsis. You can't help but tease your boss, even when you're married... and so is he. There's something so addictive about the way he looks at you like he owns you, like vows mean nothing behind closed doors. It's wrong and filthy-but that only makes you want him even more. Pairing: CEO!Lee Minho x Secretary!reader Warnings: MINORS DNI. NSFW, explicit sex, Dom!Minho x sub!f!reader, cursing, unprotected sex (you know what I'm going to say here...), teasing, dirty talk, degradation kink, fingering, oral (f ), creampie, overstimulation, mention of jealousy, themes of infidelity (Minho and reader are both married). A/N: Y'all, I am almost done with my exams!!! I'm going to start working on requests next week and this has been in my drafts for forever, so hopefully this will tide you over until then :) Requests Masterlist

The bed was cold when you reached for him.

Empty.

You blinked awake to the soft hush of rain against the windows. The clock on your nightstand blinked 6:17 AM. He was already gone.

Your fingers brushed over the cooling sheets on his side, the faint indent where his body had been only hours ago. He hadn’t kissed you goodbye. No note. No whispered “I’ll see you tonight after work.” Only the lingering ache between your thighs from last night’s slow, punishing love and a bruise blooming on your hip in the shape of his hand.

Typical of him. Wake up. Fuck you senseless. Disappear before sunrise.

You rose from bed, your robe slinking over bare skin, and moved to the bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror looked kissed raw — lips swollen, a faint shadow of stubble burn along your jawline, eyes heavy with the kind of sleep that comes only after being thoroughly ruined.

You turned your head to look at the mark beneath your collarbone — a deep, angry red. Possessive.

Your hand grazed your silver wedding ring.

You chuckled darkly. Fucking bastard.

~~~~

You arrived at the office with a plan.

Your pencil skirt was high, the slit just a little too deep. Your blouse was sheer under your coat, and your lacy black bra peeked through if someone looked hard enough. And you wanted him to look. You needed him to look.

Let the whole building talk. Let them whisper that Mr. Lee's secretary was having an affair with her married boss. That she was betraying her husband with a man far too powerful, far too dangerous, and far too good in bed to resist.

You swiped into the private executive floor and took a breath.

His office door was open.

You walked in without knocking.

“Good morning,” you said softly, placing his coffee on the edge of the desk.

Minho didn’t look up immediately. “You’re late,” he muttered, eyes locked on his monitor.

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“Busy night?”

You smirked. “You could say that.”

Minho’s eyes finally flicked upward.

The moment he saw you, the temperature in the room changed.

His gaze dropped to your blouse, lingered on your chest, then traveled lower — slow, deliberate. “Did he keep you up?” he asked, voice cool and sharp. “Your husband?”

You stepped closer, your smile a quiet challenge. “He’s been… inattentive lately. Neglectful.”

Minho didn’t reply. Instead, his gaze flicked to your wedding band, and then slowly, almost deliberately, he slid his own cuff back to reveal his own wedding ring, the silver gleaming in the soft light.

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. “How’s your wife doing?”

Minho’s expression darkened, just a fraction, but his eyes remained locked on yours. His lips curled into a tight smile. “She’s fine. Busy.” His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, as if he were guarding something.

You arched a brow, stepping even closer. “Busy, huh? Funny how we both seem so... neglected.”

He didn’t respond immediately. The air between you thickened, a palpable tension building.

“So you’re acting out?” he asked, voice low and almost teasing.

You leaned over the desk just enough for your breasts to brush the surface, your gaze fixed on him. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like the attention my boss gives me.”

“So what are you looking for, sweetheart?” he murmured. “Discipline? Validation? Or just a better fuck?”

You tilted your head. “Does it matter?”

His grip tightened.

“No. Because I’ll give you all of it.”

~~~~

He shoved you against the wall without warning. His mouth was on yours before you could gasp — claiming, devouring, punishing. His hands roamed over your waist, your ass, your thighs, gripping like he was memorizing the feel of you.

“You came in here dressed like that,” he growled, teeth scraping your neck, “knowing exactly what I’d do to you.”

You whimpered as he hiked your skirt up to your hips. “Wanted your attention.”

“You have it.”

He dropped to his knees, hooking your panties down so fast they nearly tore.

“Been thinking about this pussy all fucking morning,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “Your husband doesn’t take care of it, does he?”

“No,” you breathed. “He doesn’t.”

Minho licked a slow stripe up your folds. “Then let me.”

His tongue was relentless — flicking over your clit, dipping inside you, groaning when you trembled against the wall. He gripped your thighs tightly, not letting you move. You cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, your legs shaking.

“You taste like mine,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “Like a dirty little wife who’s been cheating all week.”

Your nails scratched the wall. “I am… fuck— I’m cheating on him.”

“Say it louder.”

“I’m cheating on my husband,” you cried. “With my boss.”

Minho growled against your pussy, tongue working faster until your orgasm hit like lightning — sudden and blinding. Your body went slack, but he didn’t stop. He dragged another out of you, and then another, until you were begging.

“Please… Minho—”

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “On the desk.”

You stumbled forward and leaned over, breasts pressing into the cool wood.

He undid his belt, pants already straining. “Fucking skirt’s been driving me insane,” he muttered. “Do you know how many men looked at you today?”

You looked over your shoulder, dazed and needy. “Did it make you jealous?”

“I wanted to break every one of their fingers.”

He entered you in one deep, brutal thrust.

You moaned his name, nails dragging across the desk, hips arching back.

“God, this pussy was made for me,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “Your husband can’t fuck you like this. He doesn’t know how to ruin you.”

“No one fucks me like you,” you gasped. “No one—”

He slapped your ass. “Louder.”

“No one!” you cried.

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the office. He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he fucked into you ruthlessly. Your body jolted with each thrust, your moans echoing into the glass, the city skyline watching.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled into your ear. “Let you go home dripping with another man’s cum.”

“Do it,” you sobbed. “Make me his whore.”

His thrusts grew deeper, rougher, angling just right. Your fingers clawed at the desk as the pressure inside you snapped, your whole body locking up as your orgasm tore through you with a cry.

Minho cursed, hips jerking as he followed you over the edge, groaning low and feral as he emptied himself inside you, grinding his hips through the aftershocks. He held you close, your bodies trembling in sync, your breaths ragged and uneven.

You stayed like that for a beat—breathing, trembling, wrecked.

Then slowly, he pulled out, helping you steady yourself on shaking legs. He gently tugged your dress back down, smoothing the fabric with careful fingers. You adjusted your hair in the reflection of the nearby window, flushed and raw.

Minho tucked himself back into his trousers, then looked over at you with that crooked, devastating smile.

“Wanna grab brunch?” he asked casually, like he hadn’t just ruined you on his desk.

You gave a breathless little laugh. “After that? You’re insatiable.”

He stepped closer, brushing his thumb over your cheek before lifting your hand to his lips. He kissed the silver band on your finger.

“Well,” he murmured, “I do have a reputation to uphold, my love.”

You smiled despite yourself, amazed at the way he could be both filthy and soft in the same breath.

He grinned and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head softly “Can’t have people thinking I don’t take care of my wife, Mrs. Lee.”

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