#n: the mark of oblivion

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socialite! (secret himbo/bimbo) reader who takes one look at bruce wayne in a gala and you decide you'll use your (dumbass) alluring charms on the man to spend a night with him and it ends up successful. you had the best bed-breaking sex in your life, never once questioning all the taut muscle underneath his polished thousand-dollar suit; now crumpled by how handsy you were taking off his clothes. he was great with aftercare, too, carrying you off to one of his luxury bathtubs to bathe you and leave even more marks on the expanse of your back whilst massaging your naked body (you didn't even think for a second at the romantic implications his actions had).

then you're at one of luthor's galas the next time, being interviewed by this cute man with eyeglasses, who calls himself clark kent, with the cutest country-boy accent, who looks too tall to act all lanky, but you're not one to judge. you take one look at his baggy suit, ignore the pen and paper in his hands and drag him off to one of the spare janitorial rooms to have, quite possibly, the most pleasurable quickie you've ever had spent inside a cramped closet, your sweat sliding off each other as your bodies move in a harmonious tandem. you give him a kiss on his collar right after the momentary sex, and giggle at the skittish blush dispersing on his face, as if he didn't just give you a reason to go home early due to the limp on your step.

after everything, they were buried in the back of your mind. they were great fucks, yes, you never had a moment of horny zenith not until you met them, yes; but your relationship (if you could even call it that) with both men were purely sexual and a one-time thing. you never really thought of them, you prioritize your social life and reputation above all else, not your coster of other rich people you've slept with.

but one day, you see both in the same room as you in another gala. you're oblivious to the sets of eyes hungrily taking you in, or how quickly they shove off other people just to move closer the moment their attention land on you. you take a look at the two men, biting your lips whilst your eyes devour the memory of their muscled pecs squished between your index and middle finger, and their thick thighs pistoning you back and forth, all hidden under all the clothes covering their body; and whisper not-so silently:

"i can take them both, not in a fight."

sadly, you'll never know that they're both at each other's throats after hearing your confession, ready to take each other in a fight if it meant having you in their arms once more. you'll never know just how bruce managed to throw in a microchip in your bag before you're escorted home by his limousine, or how clark watched your sleeping body in your apartment as superman just to make sure you slept well after he pounded you to oblivion in that closet.

all you'll know is that you're going to score them into fucking you once more either way. after all, if they're both the best choices when it comes to pinning you down and going crazy on your body, then you'll do anything to achieve that aching goal with the both of best worlds.

you're unaware that they'd do the same thing for you, though. but it's not out of the intentions to merely sleep with you, no. they're also planning to find a pathway into your heart while at it.

so... welp, guess that's just an added list of all the other suitors you had fighting over the chance of having another night with you.

a/n: gender-neutral reader. no bodily gender mentioned at all. this is purely sexual content with some plot. i blame my irl best friend for this (the single dialogue was me thirsting over the characters through our chats). yes, i post this after posting angst. am i shameless? also yes.

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Got Me Snoring

A/N: One of my favorite things inspired by all the Ghost/König cosplayer TikToks using that one, song audio. Summary: Ghost admits getting head is boring. Reader isn't happy with that idea and goes about changing his mind. T/W: NS/FW 18+ Only, blowjobs, deepthroating, size kink if you squint, spit?, cursing, aggressive tension?, taunting, not proofread, and it's been a long ass time since I've written full-on smut.

“All I’m sayin’ is that if she calls again, I’m not about to answer.” Soap’s voice carried from the living space of the hotel room to the kitchenette where you stood microwaving some rice from a convenience store down the street.

After-mission talk always leads to the most strange conversations. Maybe the adrenaline or the high of getting almost killed got everyone in a talking mood. However as the Captain slid behind you to go grab more ice outside in the hallway, you couldn’t help but shoot him a questioning look. They’d been talking about their previous accomplishments and failures in the bedroom for nearly twenty minutes, and thankfully they’d not roped you into the ridiculous conversation but with the Captain leaving out of the room, it drew their eyesight right to you standing patiently for your instant rice to finish cooking.

“What about you, huh?” Gaz was the one to poke a little. “Have any horror stories from the bedroom?” His eyebrows raised in mischievous curiosity as all three men sat staring at you with great intent.

“I’ve faked it plenty of times.” You reply offhandedly, waving a hand at them and going back to staring at the small plastic cup rotating around in the microwave.

You overheard the men pass through the moment of silence with low laughs, most noticeably, Ghost. Who’d apparently found something very funny and decided to grace everyone with the sound of deep and resounding chuckles. With a gloved hand, you take out your food and rejoin them in the room, finding a spot on the corner of one of the beds and crossing your legs to hold the bowl while you watch and listen to more of their recounted stories.

Soap complained more about the one night he’d met up with one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met, and drank himself into oblivion to try and ease his nerves. The only problem was, that when he finally had enough liquid courage to make a move, he couldn’t get it up. Even watching him recount the tale now, you could see his embarrassment. You couldn’t imagine just how beautiful that woman had to be for Soap to give himself whiskey-dick so bad that to this day he regretted the memory and undoubtedly wished he could take it back. Gaz got pressured into retelling the story of the woman he met in Russia just for you since you’d never heard it; Detailing just how she’d been absolutely obsessed with him right from the get-go.

She couldn’t stop fawning over his accent and just how downright good-looking he was. Gaz on the other hand felt very embarrassed and never really tried to take things further on that trip. Fortunately for him, on a trip back a few months later for pleasure, he ran into the woman again and this time around she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Soap and Ghost laughed, poking fun at how utterly exhausted Garrick was when he met up with them in London. His shit-eating grin was more than enough for them to surmise that his little Russian vixen had taken him for a hell of a ride.

Then there was Ghost.

He didn’t have much to say in the way of his own successes, but did share one or two small comparisons with the other two as they kept pulling out detail after detail about the many people they’d met over the years and how they either felt they’d left their mark… or totally fucking missed it. All of it came to a very interesting topic that you suddenly became very interested in when Ghost uttered one single statement that left your mouth hanging open and staring at him almost in disbelief.

“I don’t like someone blowin’ my cock,” his voice sounded flat. Totally unbothered and nearly sleeping at the idea. “Never cared much for it when half doesn’t fit.”

You couldn’t help but insert yourself into the conversation after a long hour or so of sitting like a viewer at a movie. “Wait a second… You mean to tell me you don’t like getting head because you're too big?” The gasp in your tone was obvious, and even Soap and Gaz looked at him a little strangely as if they didn’t truly believe the idea either. It gave you a bit more reassurance in your belief that almost all men enjoyed it. Sure, there was the odd chance that Ghost just didn’t like it at all, but you really wanted to hear his explanation if he’d give you one.

The Lieutenant turned to look at you and nodded stiffly. “Yeah, ‘bout always puts me to sleep.”

It was at this point you felt the slightest urge to tell him he’d never had someone give him a legitimately good blowjob before. But before you could even say something to the contrary, a thought crossed your mind. Ghost didn’t seem like the kind of man who attracted ill-experienced women. Especially when he had already proven throughout the evening that his previous encounters were much more interesting and expansive than even that of yourself. Something a bit… jealous rose inside of you at the thought.

Imagining your Lieutenant laying on his back and hardly making any sort of sound while someone pulls out every single trick in their arsenal to make a blowjob somewhat entertaining or arousing. You didn’t necessarily profess yourself to have a crush on Ghost, due to just how grey the line between operators and anything felt when you spent so much time together under high-stress environments. There was bound to be some level of emotional attachment that devolved past… professional. And for whatever it was, knowing that Ghost had such a bad opinion on the receiving end of pleasure became a challenge you wanted to overcome.

About that time, Price returned with half-melted ice and a half-smoked cigar hanging between his lips.

“Finished talking about chasin’ tail yet?” He grumbled, walking past the group of you still sitting around each other like a bunch of kids getting caught staying up late by Dad at a sleepover. “Wanna go to fuckin’ sleep.”

He dropped the ice bucket down on the dresser with a little thud before settling himself down on the pull-out couch with his hat covering his eyes and both arms resting behind his head with that cigar still puffing smoke rings into the air. Ghost was the first to stand up, making his way out of the hotel room without as much as a comment about when he’d be back or where he was going. Your eyes trailed over his shoulders tapering into a slim waist before giving way again to thick and muscular thighs enhanced by all of gear still strapped to his body. His kit did leave a lot to the imagination. And god did your mind start to wander as both Soap and Gaz began winding down, settling themselves down to sleep for the night or at least lay somewhere quietly so the Captain didn’t lose any more of his patience and kick someone out or force them to pay for their own room. Not nearly tired enough with all of the questions and thoughts about Ghost now floating through your mind, you didn’t care the least bit about laying down or pretending not to care about the fact of the matter and headed out of the hotel room after the Lieutenant as Soap turned out the final lamp in the corner of the room.

The air was a bit cold outside without your jacket, breath materializing in front of you in light wisps of fog with every exhale as you looked down both ends of the hallway hoping to see some sign of where Ghost might’ve gone to. Down on the far left side, a larger cloud of smoke blew past the breezeway entrance and you knew right away that Ghost would be at the end of it. And when your eyes peeked around the corner, you weren’t the least bit surprised to see him with a shoulder resting up against the wall; his back to you with enough of his mask pulled up so that he could smoke a cigarette. The sweet vanilla and cherry smell hit you like a wall, reminding you that Ghost preferred rolling his own cigarettes and used pipe tobacco instead of buying packs of anything else.

Leaves no trace behind… He’d explained without prompting one night after noticing that you’d been watching him.

“Followin’ me now?” His voice heavy with smoke and unhindered by his mask landed directly on you, not even needing to turn around to know you were the one tailing after him.

“Couldn’t let you freeze to death alone.” You reply with a little smile, taking it as your chance to go ahead and walk -slowly- over to him giving him the privacy to smoke without needing to fuss with keeping his face covered.

By standing just at his back leaning against the wall, he knew right where you were, and it put the weight of conversation on him for the moment. He gave you a gruff sort of sound and took another drag off his cigarette before turning just far enough to offer it to you. You take it from his gloved fingers carefully, licking your lips a little in slight nervousness. This wasn’t the first time he’d offered you a hit, but it was the first time you’d ever actually taken him up on it. Seeing the damp rolling paper on the end made you shiver a little; Hopefully, the cold weather would be a good enough excuse to keep him from recognizing your sudden anxiety around him. Wrapping your lips around it and inhaling, you’re a little more than guilty for noticing the taste of Ghost instead of the vanilla and cherry. With a quick glance to your side, you saw his mask was pulled back down over his mouth and his dark eyes were focused right on you as you blew the smoke out of your mouth and back in through your nose. Attempting to hand it back, he just shakes his head.

“You didn’t come out here to be cold,” He finally broke the silence. “What’d you really want from me?”

No matter how long you spent around Ghost, you never got used to just how miserably direct Ghost could be. Like nothing was truly surprising to him or worth being the least bit delicate over. Even if it concerned someone -like yourself- at least attempting to be a little more discretionary. Yet you sighed and took another drag before tossing the rest of it down on the concrete, putting out the ember with the toe of your boot.

“Were you lying earlier?” Your question falls a little short of confident, giving Ghost the impression right away that you were nervous. For a split second, you thought you saw the phantom of a smile under the cover of his mask before it was quickly hidden back under late-night shadow and white paint. Ghost put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and gave a sigh, making more fog swirl around and through the woven material around his mouth. Another thought of what his mouth looked like flashed through your failing mind.

“Why would it matter?”

You licked at your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way to word this without sounding desperate or downright shameless in front of your commanding officer… you shouldn't be thinking about doing this in the first place. So many more bad outcomes could come of this than the one good one. Even then, it was risky. Leaving you a bit dazed and staring at Ghost.

“Asked you a question. I’m expectin’ an answer.” He pressed forward, a slight swagger in his hips as he got closer to you, resting a hand on the wall and tilting his head a little to the side. Damn near mocking you for being so much smaller and easily intimidated. You look down at your boots for a moment, deciding to just put your money where your mouth is and take the hit no matter the outcome.

“If you weren’t lying…” You look up, internally screaming at how heavy his eyes look down on you. “I’d like to try and change your mind.”

A deep chuckle comes from the Lieutenant in response followed by his heavy hand resting on your shoulder, almost totally engulfing it.

“You’re jokin’,” His voice lowered with humor that made you almost shrivel up and die inside. “Why would I let you do that?” You give a frustrated sigh and take a step back away from Ghost. Mentally and physically distancing yourself from the slight Ghost had given you by accident or otherwise.

“Never mind.” You give a short nod and turn on your heel to head back to the hotel room and find somewhere to curl up on the floor or in a bed with someone and try to sleep off your damaged ego.

Yet five steps away from Ghost, you’re stopped short with his arm snaked around your waist tightly and his mouth resting against your ear with a heavy and hot breath fanning against your neck. His palm spreads over your stomach and squeezes almost aggressively at the soft flesh under your shirt. Tall and wide, Ghost yanks your back flush to his chest as a silent threat.

“Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me,” His low growl makes you shiver. “I’m not finished with ya.”

In an instant, you’re spun around and hauled aggressively with your back against the nearest wall with Ghost’s chest holding you from fighting back. His legs limit your ability to try and escape out from under his arms, and while one hand is flat against your chest, the other restricts both your wrists above your head. Breath evacuates your lungs with the sudden shock of your back against the wall, but your eyes are locked on Ghost’s as he glares at you harshly through the wavering mist of his breath in the cold air.

“Now I’ve got you pacified…” His smirk was clear in tone, outright mocking you by pressing those massive thighs tighter against yours. “Let’s continue shall we?” The gloved hand pressed against your heaving chest slides up to grasp firmly at your chin and jerk it up to look him in the eyes.

“Why don’t you be a good little thing and tell me why you think you could change my mind, and maybe… I won’t punish you for talkin’ shit to your superior officer.” He spat loudly, his face less than an inch from yours, eyes flaming with aggression.

“Sorry Lieutenant…” You mutter stiffly through the struggle of his hand against your jaw. “Thought I could do better.” You add a lot weaker, averting your eyes as far from Ghost as you can.

“What was that?” He made dark fun of you, terribly obvious, and downright happy with himself. “Say it again.”

You squirm in his grasp, only to get your wrists slid up higher on the wall and a thigh shoved between your own to lift your feet almost totally off the ground. Toes tapping the ground, Ghost holds you totally of his own power without the slightest effort needed to keep you held right where he wanted you to be.

“Thought I could do better.” You repeat yourself louder, and more clearly, feeling utterly stupid for enduring such pathetic treatment. Only you knew it was your fault for letting such a pipe dream of an idea come to reality by prodding Ghost about his sex life so confidently. The masked man hummed lowly, tilting his head as he inspected your face lighted only by a small sliver of moonlight creeping around the corner of the hallway.

“Better, huh?” Ghost chuckles darkly, this thumb tracing over the bottom curve of your lip carefully. “That’s a lot of confidence for someone so small.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Size has nothing to do with it.”

Ghost barks laughter, grumbling something under his breath before dropping his hand away from your jaw and releasing one of your hands to press against his groin. You can’t miss his meaning from the massive erection pressing back against your hand and twitching impatiently when your Lieutenant squeezes your hand around it tighter. A growl escapes his throat and he looks up at you with almost evil eyes.

“Still think size doesn’t matter, little one?” He questions, one eyebrow raising above the hemline of his mask.

Your mouth falls open in shock. Not only because of the sheer girth of Ghost’s cock pulsing in your hand but realizing that he was actually taking your proposal seriously no matter how aggressive his mockery of you was. It shouldn’t have been so damn surprising when taking into account just how large of a man Ghost is. Surely everything would be proportionate, and his erection was proof of it.

Your face is enough to make Ghost chuckle. “That’s what I thought…”

It’s enough of a dismissal that thaws your speechlessness and throws you right back into the present with enough of the guts to speak up for your own desires.

“I can do it,” You blurt breathlessly, fingers tracing along the curve of Ghost’s dick and earning a lusty growl from him. “I can make it good. I’ll make it fit.” You nod your head feverishly in an attempt to keep your chance open. Ghost’s eyes widen at your desperation and his cock twitches hard in your palm with the sound of your shallow breaths and pleading eyes.

“You want it, huh?” He questions, mask moving like he’s grinning under it.

“Then get on your fuckin’ knees.”

The moment his hands release you, you feel yourself sliding down the wall until your knees make a bruising thud against the concrete floor in front of Ghost. Your hands holding on his thighs without the slightest care that you were standing in the middle of a hotel breezeway where anyone could see you. A weight settled in your lower stomach with the idea of anyone coming out of their room and witnessing such a sight.

“My belt.” Ghost instructs a bit pinched, looking down at you with his chin almost touching his chest.

You’re frantic yet shaking as your hands slide up his thighs and begin pulling his belt loose, hearing that metallic clink as you pull the two sides apart with a watering mouth. No instruction is necessary for you to know where to go next, and as you unbutton his cargo pants, your free hand palms his cock as you pull down just enough of his waistband to expose him but not make him cold. Ghost’s hands help just a little, settling extra material where he prefers it, almost patiently holding up his own hoodie and t-shirt out of your way as you slid your hands under his boxers.

“Fuck…” Ghost mutters quietly, tensing when your fingers wrap around his base and free him from his underwear.

Your thumb smears over his swollen head soft enough to not make him jerk away with sensitivity, and you lick your lips at just how wet his cock already is from sheer anticipation. Hell, you were turned on too, practically dripping in your underwear at the sight of Ghost with nothing but a perfect dick exposed and ready for your mouth. The first lick is a teasing one. Flattening it over his head just because you couldn’t wait to taste him, gathering up his arousal, and making it a point to swallow with your eyes locked right on Ghost’s. You're certain it’s enough to affect him just by the way he grunts and rests both of his hands against the wall behind you to steady himself.

When your lips wrap around his tip and slide down towards his base slowly, you hollow your lips and suck hard. Almost mimicking drinking through a straw with both hands wrapped around his thick base to restrict blood flow, adding to his sensitivity. You feel his feet flex in his boots next to your thighs and another low grunt. It spurs you forward, sinking down further and massaging your tongue on the underside before raising back up to lick at his frenulum and repeating the process with quiet whines each time he’s unable to hold back some sound.

“Shit-” He hisses after no more than a couple of minutes, jerking his hips back away from you and moving your hands out of the way so he could tighten his own fist around his cock with a heaving chest.

He stays like that for a few moments, undoubtedly trying to stave off the pleasure you’d been giving before his eyes meet yours again and they’re downright hungry and raging with fury that you’d brought him so close without any extra fancy moves or those fake moans that porn always showed. With one quick movement, he stepped closer and tilted your head back until it gently rested against the wall behind you, his cock smearing your own spit and his arousal over your open and awaiting mouth.

“You look pretty like this…” He muttered, rubbing his length over your face and tapping it teasingly against your mouth. “You hungry for more?” You’re sticking out your tongue and nodding right away, earning you a tense chuckle and the feeling of Ghost’s dick sliding into your mouth while his hand cushions the back of your head from the wall.

“Let me feed it to ya,” He grunts. “Shove my fat cock in your mouth and fuck your throat..” He adds with a feral sort of sound mixing with an ever-thickening accent.

You moan around his length, feeling your jaw muscles begin to start aching when your nose just barely grazes his pubic bone and his tip touches the back of your throat. He’s thick enough to qualify as the largest you’ve ever experienced, but you’re not the slightest bit concerned about whether he’ll be able to fit. You know he’ll make it fit if nothing else.

And him utterly pounding your throat sounded so hot that you tried pushing further down on his shaft yourself. Eager to feel Ghost as deep in you as possible. Ghost obliges you, and rocks his hips forward slowly, easing his thick head past that ring of pressure at the back of your throat and cursing under his breath when a wet, gurgling sound vibrates around his shaft as you begin swallowing around him.

“Bloody, fuucckk yes…” His groans punch through the quiet air, far louder than he should be risking in such a public space. But he’s only getting started with this experience as your nose presses against his pubic bone, and his hand flattens against the wall.

“So tight… doggin’ me right where anyone can see.”

It’s the thought that had you so eager, and right away you felt just how much it turned Ghost on too. Because the second he said it, he pulled back just a fraction and pushed himself back down your throat, beginning tight and quick thrusts that made your eyes roll back. He kept a furious pace, growling and holding tight to the back of your head until you tapped at the back of his thigh a few times, and he pulled out with a loud grunt, giving you a moment to breathe. You panted, seeing a thick web of spit connecting your mouth and his tip before watching it break and drip down your shirt.

You’re about to tell Ghost… something. But you instantly lose thought of it when he’s bent down with his mask rucked up just far enough to smash his mouth to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth and practically eating you from the inside out. You can still taste the salty edge of his skin, and it’s almost heady to have his mouth mingling with yours and sharing his arousal between soft moans and heavy breaths. The kiss is long and feverish, but not near long enough before he’s standing back up and stroking his fist up and down his cock right in front of you like an unreal kind of dream somehow coming to life.

“Please.” You mutter a bit hoarse from the rough treatment of your throat, totally unsure of what you really want most. Between his mouth, words, and dick there’s so much more than just one you desired, but at least one of them needed to be delivered to you to attempt satisfaction.

“Open up, little one…” Ghost whispers face re-masked already, and it makes you whine pathetically, having naively believed he’d allow you just one glimpse at the mouth you’d just tasted. “Need to have more of you.” You’re totally happy to resign by leaning your head back against the wall with your tongue wetting your lips in the cold air.

Ghost starts painfully slow, holding your head on both sides of your jaw and teasing his head against your tongue and the textured roof of your mouth; indiscernible words falling from his mouth and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You would’ve thought it was nothing more than your Lieutenant just taking his pleasure as offered. But the way his thumbs brushed over your cheeks and his fingers would occasionally rub over the stretched muscles in your jaw gave you the feeling that he was well aware of what you were surrendering to him. As well as how thankful he was to have you on your knees, and looking so fucking angelic swallowing and spitting on his dick like a dirty little whore.

“Let me - Wanna…” His rising breaths and steady strokes begin to falter the longer he thrusts inside your mouth, meticulously avoiding forcing himself deeper in disappointment; resulting in your whining and muffled complaints and pleasure. Had his hands not been purposefully holding you back to prolong the session, Ghost probably wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“P-patience…” His stammer made your chest clench in satisfaction. “Don’t - don’t wanna finish in your mouth…”. That breathy comment nearly struck you stiff as concrete.

You couldn’t believe that after this entire ordeal, Ghost was actually trying to end a blowjob without you finishing it the way you honestly believed it should always end. With you swallowing every last fucking drop that the Lieutenant gave you; wearing a goddamn smile bigger than anyone has ever seen. If he hadn’t been lying and head never impressed him, there wasn’t a chance in Hell you were going to let him finish anywhere that wasn’t down your throat. In a split second, you were shaking your head no and pulling back off his cock with a slight gasp.

“No, finish.” It’s the most demanding and certain you’ve sounded all night. “Finish in my mouth, Ghost.”

His eyes say it all.

They’re wide with his pupils blown at impressive dimensions and his thick eyelashes flutter as his shocked expression forces him to blink over and over again to make sense of you. Mouth and chin covered in spit, on your knees, and literally begging him to come in your mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking filthy…” He mutters aloud, watching intently as you slide back down over him one more time and begin doing what you wanted to from the very beginning.

Bring Ghost to his knees.

It’s a moment before you have him cursing and holding onto the wall with both hands again as you push deeper and deeper until you're teasing the tip of your nose against him yet again. Unwilling to let him pull you off this time or prolong this. Deserving this release was the bare minimum. Not only did you want to provide him ultimate pleasure where no one else had, but you enjoyed every single bit of it. You needed this as much -if not more- than Ghost.

Heavy and twitching in your mouth, Ghost was teetering on the edge of his orgasm with stuttering hips and one hand sliding down to rest on your head. Not pushing this time, just laying at the crown like your movements were too much to feel with only one part of his body. Short pants were cut short by unintelligible words and strained attempts to say what you already knew.

As if giving your final approval of the idea Ghost had found unacceptable, you push him as deep as you could one final time; Hearing his loud shout echo down the breezeway as both of his hands grabbed harshly onto the sides of your head. Pumping stream after stream of his hot release down your throat you moaned deeply, feeling him gently rock his hips against your face as he rode down his high on shaky legs. You gagged a little as he pulled out, feeling your throat begin to burn in an unfamiliar way that had never followed you sharing a moment like this with another man. Only one look at Ghost’s cock right in front of your face was more than enough to reassure you he’d just been the one who gave you enough of a delicious stretch to feel for days to come.

Your eyes met his and a small little shy smile crossed your sore lips, contrasting the absolutely deplorable -and punishable- act you’d ever committed with a superior officer. Wordlessly Ghost tucked himself back into his underwear and neglected to button his pants back up before dropping to a knee right in front of you and pulling up his mask again to brush his lips against yours.

“Want to taste,” He whispered ever-so-softly, hands holding your head gently.

“Need to taste me inside your mouth.” He added, licking your lips before closing the distance between you for a second time. This kiss was still intense. Ghost controlling the pace and just how much dominance you had, which nearly came to zero when he licked into your mouth, groaning shamelessly. He could taste his release coating your mouth as he utterly overwhelmed you with kisses, licks, bites, and more moans that fell like honey on your ears.

You were the first to pull back for a gasp of air you’d gone full minutes without, feeling your own mouth and body beginning to feel a little weak with exhaustion not typical of a well-conditioned soldier like yourself. Your Lieutenant took note right away and rested his head against yours reassuringly, his nose touching yours.

“You’re too cold to be out here like this.” He whispered, pulling your cheek affectionately and wrapping the other arm around you. “Not gonna let you freeze after that.” He chuckled a bit sluggishly, kissing you again long and chaste.

He pulled his mask back down and gave very little effort to pick you up off your knees and into his arms without question or hesitation. Leaving you feeling like a treasured prize he’d won and refused to let out of his sight for more than a moment. Safe and protected, you couldn’t care one bit about the cold nipping through your thin clothes and resting your head against Ghost’s shoulder as he carried you back to the hotel room the 141 had already retired for the night in.

Expertly avoiding Soap and Gaz laying on couch cushions on the floor and covered with extra bedsheets, sliding around Price’s bed without bumping it, all while carrying you Ghost sat you down on the edge of the bed he’d been keen to claim as his own right when you’d arrived. You were nearly asleep just sitting there when he unlaced your boots enough to tug them off, pulled your shirt off over your head, and replaced it with one of his hoodies. Finally, he takes off your pants and nods for you to move up to the top of the bed, acting just as he would normally. But as he climbed into the bed next to you and tugged you back against him tightly, you realized you’d gotten a lot more than you bargained for.

Sure you might’ve changed Ghost’s mind about getting head… but you weren’t finished yet. Because Ghost was curling his arm around your waist and burying his masked face in between your shoulder blades like cuddling with you at night was the usual way of things. His fingers innocently traced the waistband of your underwear, and he radiated body heat that melted away the fringe sensations of cold on your body easily.

“I’ve made a decision,” He whispers very quietly so as not to wake the others. And you wiggle back a little closer to him, nodding your head as a silent acknowledgment for him to go on. Expecting him to say that you did -in fact- change his mind about getting blown.

“You’re mine now.”

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🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

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cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[rafayelxsylusho]

How would the LADS men react if you faked an orgasm.

TW:SMUT

Sylusxreader zaynexreader

xavierxreader rafayelxreader calebxreader **coming soon**

SYLUS

You were so so tired from work you couldn't help it and you thought he wouldn't notice.

Sylus leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs in a low, warning tone. "I may be many things, kitten, but I'm not blind to your little...tricks." His fingers tighten on your waist, a silent reminder of his grip on you. "You needn't trouble yourself with such obvious displays. I can see right through them and I must say, your acting skills leave much to be desired."

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to get one over on me."

Sylus leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, his voice a low rumble. "But I must admit, your little performance was... entertaining." His hand slides up the curve of your side, a possessive gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. "Keep this up, and you might just make things interesting, Sweetie." His tone is light, almost playful, but there's an undercurrent of something more, a promise and a warning rolled into one. "Just don't expect me to make it too easy for you.

He continues his relentless teasing, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy only to cruelly pull back, leaving you hovering on the razor's edge of rapture. The night stretches on, an eternity of pleasure-pain as Sylus takes you to the brink again and again, his own desire growing with each of your denied climaxes.

Finally, as the first light of dawn begins to peek through the windows, Sylus leans in close, his eyes blazing with a feral, triumphant light. "Beg for it, kitten," he commands, his voice a low, dark growl. "Beg for your release, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you need." His fingers hover at the entrance to your dripping sex, a hairsbreadth away from the plunge that would grant you the sweet oblivion you so desperately crave.

"Sylus pleasee!" You moan

"Please what, my sweet kitten? His touch searing your over-sensitive flesh. "Tell me what you need, sweetie. I want to hear you say it."

His other hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. Sylus' lips descend, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your jugular before he sucks a dark mark into your flesh, branding you as his. "Beg for your release, and I'll give you the pleasure you've been denied all night long." His voice is a low, seductive purr, each word dripping with dark promise and unspoken threat.

Sylus' eyes flash with a feral, triumphant light as your desperate plea reaches his ears, your breathy "I beg you, Sylus" like the sweetest music to his ego. "Good girl," he praises, his voice a low, rumbling growl that seems to reverberate through every fiber of your being. "Such a good, obedient little kitten you are."

With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, Sylus sheaths himself fully inside you, burying his thick, hard length to the hilt in your dripping, aching sex. "Fuck, sweetheart..." he grits out between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your scorching heat engulfs him like a velvet vise. "So fucking tight, so perfect..."

He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, instead setting a hard, deep rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. "Take it y/n," Sylus snarls, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he holds you in place, a willing victim to his lust. "Take every fucking inch of me, like you were made for it."

His other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, his grip firm but not painful, a possessive hold that sends a thrill of dark excitement coursing through your veins. "Scream for me, sweetie"

As your climax finally bursts upon you, Sylus feels your sex clamp down around him like a silken vise, your inner muscles rippling and milking his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through you. "That's my good fucking girl," he praises, his voice a dark, wicked murmur against your skin. "So fucking perfect, y/n,next time you think about trying to trick me, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a sinful temptation, "Remember this moment. Remember how easily I saw through you, and how breathtaking the consequences were."

ZAYNE

You were supposed to make yourself cum on his desk, he was right in front of you and you were so nervous someone would catch you and decided to fake it.

Zayne leanes back in his chair, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Really, y/n? Faking it now, are we? I thought I taught you better than that. My medical expertise extends far beyond simply diagnosing physical ailments."

"I know exactly how you look when you cum, y/n. The way your lips part slightly,your soft gasps as your body trembles with ecstasy. The flush that spreads across your skin, painting your chest and neck a deep, rosy hue. The way your eyes flutter shut, lost in a haze of pleasure as wave after wave of sensation crashes over you." He says looking up at you.

You feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peel them down your thighs, revealing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. "Now, let's see that look of pure rapture on your face as I devour your sweet little cunt," he growls before diving in, his tongue delving deep into your dripping sex.

As Zayne continues his relentless assault on your clit, alternating between long, slow licks, teasing bites, he pauses momentarily to glance up at you, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust.

How many times do you plan on lying to me like this again? He whispers, punctuating his question with a particularly hard suck on your clit, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud as he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking mercilessly back and forth.

He can feel your thighs trembling on either side of his head, your fingers tangling in his black hair as you hold him in place, silently begging for more.

Zayne pauses his ministrations as you mumble incoherently, your pleasure-addled mind struggling to form coherent words. He can feel your body twitching and writhing beneath him, desperate for release, but he needs an answer from you.

With a sharp slap to your dripping sex, the sound echoing obscenely in the room, Zayne growls, "Use your words, y/n. I can't give you what you need until you answer me".

I won't do it again, I..I promise! You say, your voice trembling with desire.

He could see the desperation in your gaze, the way your chest is heaving with each ragged breath, and it only spurs him on.

Without a word, he dives back between your thighs, burying his face in your dripping sex with a low, hungry growl. His tongue deep, plunging into your tight channel as he laps up your sweet essence, relishing the taste of your arousal.

At the same time, Zayne slides two long, thick fingers inside your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out at a steady, relentless pace. He curls them just right, rubbing that special spot deep within you that always makes you see stars, determined to push you closer and closer to the edge.

The obscene sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room, mingling with the lewd slurps and suckles of his mouth on your sex. Zayne is relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, driven by the singular goal of making you scream his name as you come undone.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark and lust-filled, taking in every twitch, every shudder, every expression of ecstasy that crosses your face. And as he feels your body start to tense, your thighs beginning to quake, he knows you are close. So close to giving him what he wants, what you both need.

Zayne demands against your cunt, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my tongue, my fingers, my face. I want to feel you, to taste you, to be drenched in your pleasure as you let go completely."

He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pumping faster, driving you closer and closer to that precipice of ecstasy and with a final, sharp thrust of his finger and a particularly intense suck, Zayne sends you falling over the edge.

Your scream of ecstasy echoes off the walls as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulsed, back arching off the desk as pleasure unlike anything you had ever known consumes every nerve ending. Zayne can feel your essence gushing out around his fingers, coating his hand, his wrist, his face as he works you through each intense wave of pleasure.

He doesnt let up, even as you tremble and shudder through the aftershocks. Zayne's tongue continues its relentless assault, lapping up every drop of your release, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible, he wants to wring every last second of bliss from your quivering form, to brand the feel of you coming undone on his mouth, on his fingers, into his memory for all eternity.

Zayne's eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with lust, remain locked on you as he finally pulls back, he looks up at you with a smirk of pure male satisfaction, taking in the sight of your flushed face and trembling body as you come down from your intense high.

Zayne glances down at the desk , taking in the mess you made in his usually pristine workspace. Papers were scattered, pens and pencils knocked to the floor and a puddle of your arousal is pooled on the polished wood, dripping down to splatter on the carpet below.

"I can't say I mind the mess, not when it means I've given you the release you so desperately needed. Not when it means I've had the immense pleasure of watching you come apart in my office. But I'm far from done with you. I'm going to make you cum again and again until you learn your lesson"

Zayne punctuates his words with a slow, sensual lick along the seam of your lip, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

[luvhiromi]

pussy-eater! (jjk dilfs) pt 3 | sukuna ver.

content: how i think true form sukuna use his assets to the fullest

a/n: only includes sukuna. this kinda don't match with the series but i just had to guys. When I saw that cover of sukuna with that mouth on his stomach on my fyp again, I folded.

cw: porn with plot heheh, pussy-eating, true form sukuna, two cocks, praising?, overstimulation, sukuna itself is a warning.

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader

the series: pt 1, pt 2

Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna’s true form has 4 arms, two mouths and… 2 cocks :). 

It was on top of his shrine, you being fucked cause he was bored, typical. Years of being on his side, you could never take his two monster cocks at once. So, how does he handle it? 

Pushes inside unusually gentle and slow for the king of curses. When he finally push his monster cocks inside your puckered hole and tight little cunt, he leans down and kiss you to soothe you. 

Then you felt an unexpected lick to your clit, making you gasp at the feeling. You pull away to see, his mouth on his stomach, licking your pussy so messy and wet. 

The feeling made you relax and even wetter, Sukuna takes this as an opportunity to fuck you into oblivion. 

“Just like that, baby… Relax f’me” He pushes one of his cocks into your rim hole, that he already prepped messily with lube and a whole lot of his spit. It was unusually gentle and slow for the King of Curses, but for you, and-your ass and pussy, he’ll do anything. 

“Almost there darling, good girl…” When he finally push all of his inches in you, he grins down at you, already lining up his second cock into your little cunt. “So wet and it's all for me right, darling?” His voice deep almost like a growl when he feels the inside of your cunt so soft, clinging unto his cock. 

You could only whine when he asked, “I-it’s too- ah! too big!” A taunting smile form on his face, “too big? awe, you can take it, darling.” He gives the corner of your mouth a little kiss as a form of an unspoken apology before he pushes all of his cock into your trembling pussy. A loud squelch! was heard across the room.

You couldn’t even form proper words as you whine and moan incoherent moans, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You’re doing so good, baby” He sounds so mean as he rolls his hip to get you accustomed to his immense girth inside you. “I- I can’t- ah! too- too much!” 

He suddenly stilts his movements, an idea forming on his mind. A chilling grin forming on his face as he watch you writhing uncomfortably under him. 

A sudden slurp! echoed through the room. Arching your back in pleasure when you feel a soft, velvety texture gliding smoothly, leaving a trail of warmth. It flicked playfully, teasing your puffy pussy. You were confused when you feel his head dipping down to your neck littering marks here and there.

“K-kuna- ah! h-how are you-?” You gasped in disbelief when you looked down to see his other mouth on his stomach, licking no- eating you out. “what? huh- what’re you-!” You couldn’t finish your sentence before his mouth starts sucking on your clit and his thrusts getting faster and deeper, falling into a steady rhythm. 

“Better, darling?” His movements were fluid and unrelenting as he continues his abuse to your poor cunt. Incapable of forming words anymore, your jaw falls slack, the pleasure was unbearable. Sukuna chuckles lowly at your form, pride swarms his veins, fueling his every action with unwavering certainty.

Trying to grip anything below you to ground yourself, as you felt your thighs trembling and your mind floating as you felt your high coming. “C-close, darling? ah- you’re so tight clinging unto me- fuck- taste so sweet too” Leaning down to your ear and nipping on it teasingly. 

Your back arch towards him, thighs shaking, “I-I’m cumming- ah!” A loud squirt! was heard from your wet squelching pussy, clinging embarrassingly unto his cock. “Fuck! s-so good darling- I’m almost there sweetheart.” Sukuna’s voice was desperate almost growling, trembling with want, and his eyes was fixed on your holes, taking him in so sweetly.

“No- no more!” You couldn’t handle all the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs shaking threatening to close, only for Sukuna to grip it harder and spreading it back wide open. Sukuna’s mouth was still persistent in assaulting your poor cunt. “A-almost there, darling.” 

His hips suddenly slams! into you with no warning, his movements stilling. You finally felt his cum filling you up inside both holes. “So good f’me… Such a good girl” Praising you for taking all of him. You were still shaking underneath him, Sukuna coos at you, running his fingers through you hair. His cock still inside you, softening.

hope u guys like it <3 reblogs and likes are always appreciated!

[sovksluv]

seven minutes in hell

𖤐 . pairing - fratboy!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

𖤐 . summary - a stupid game of spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven gone… wrong?

𖤐 . content includes - smut MDNI🔞, bad interpretations of frat parties/boys

𖤐 . word count - 1014

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7

𖤐 . a/n - i randomly got this idea and was very motivated idk why. anyways, hope you enjoy !!

“you are so. mph~ infuriating,” you struggled out.

he chuckled, speeding up his erratic movements, forcefully slamming your body into the wall with each thrust.

“yeah, keep saying that like my dick- fuuck~ like my fuckin’ dick isn’t in ya’ right now,” Luke teased, slowing his movements to add to the annoyance, protruding a half whimper-groan from you.

he scoffed, a dumb smirk on his face as his hips resumed their work, thrusting his fat cock into you even faster — desperate to finish you both off before the timer finished.

his sudden pounding forced a choked moan from you, panic flooding your eyes. Luke’s smirk widened, he motioned to one of your hands with his head.

you took the sign, gratefully covering your mouth the second his calloused fingertips met your clit, which erupted yet another squeak from you.

he practically had you bent in half against the closet wall, the tight space not leaving much room for the two of you.

you were at some stupid frat party — which you did not want to go to. your friend Silena insisted you needed some time out, and just about dragged you to said party.

with a few drinks in, you were grumbling as she dragged you to a cliché game of seven minutes in heaven, consisting of a circle of other students all drunk or high or both.

despite your tipsy state, you recognized a few people;

Charles Beckendorf — aka Silena’s never-ending crush that is too sweet for his own good.

Clarisse La Rue — aka the girl that typically wouldn’t be caught dead anywhere near a frat house, yet here she was.

Chris Rodriguez — aka the lame douchebag with hopeful heart eyes towards our dear Clarisse, and who also happens to be best friends with the boy that’s pounding your pussy into oblivion.

of course, the second it’s your turn to spin the bottle, it lands on probably the worst person in the group — Luke Castellan.

thank the Gods that the blaring lights of the party hid the blush on your cheeks, with a little help from the annoyed groan that left your mouth.

Silena giggled into her red solo cup, pushing you to stand up next to Luke, who was already standing, a smirk on his stupid face.

and that’s how you got here — folded in half against the closet wall, knees by your face and calves hanging over his shoulders, desperately screaming into your hand as Luke drilled his cock into you.

the fact that you got in this position during a seven minute game should’ve been on your mind, but the feeling of his cock head poking around your cunt had your eyes rolling back, head empty.

you wrapped your other arm around his neck, bringing him closer to you. uncovering your mouth and wrapping your other arm around him, your lips were close — but not touching.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling his warm breath as he pounded you, his own groans only fueling your arousal.

your eye trailed up, left hand coming up to knock away his stupid backwards cap, fingers immediately running through his curls, pulling and scratching at them.

he almost whimpered, lips trailing around your collarbone, moving up with kisses and leaving marks in his path.

“w-why do you we-ar that stupid c-cap?” you stuttered out, moaning breathlessly as his lips ceased their attack.

he chuckled again at you, hips stuttering and eyes fluttering. “will you shut up? m’ trying to fuck you.”

you moaned out, head falling back against the wall, his cock and fingers together draw you closer to the edge.

warmth spills and spreads through your bodies, feeling the effect of both your orgasms hitting at the same time.

you forced Luke’s head to yours, shoving your lips on his as you moaned in each other's mouths, sloppy and wet kisses following his slowing thrusts.

Luke carefully let you down, a hand on your waist to keep you up right. he hastily pulled up his jeans, putting himself away as he helped you redress.

you kept your arms around his neck as he pulled your panties up, fixing your dress and your hair.

face flushed, you watch as he bent down to get his cap, instead placing it backwards on your head, laughing at your annoyance.

moving to take it off, he gently grabbed your wrist.

“keep it.”

you raised your eyebrows but listened, lowering your hand. you went to speak again but were interrupted by a knock at the closet door.

in frantic movements, Luke had you shoved against the wall, breathing heavily as his head was turned towards the door, his tall frame blocking you from being seen if it were to open.

“seven minutes are up!” shouted Chris through the door, rustling could be heard from the other side as he moved away the chair that locked it. “you guys can come out now!”

Luke turned towards you, using his finger tips to tilt your chin up. with his fingers still touching you, he slightly bent down to capture your lips again in a searing kiss.

when he pulled away you were left almost breathless as he took your hand, opening the door and leading the two of you out.

whistling was heard from the game circle as you guys exited the smaller space. instead of going back to your spot next to Silena, Luke pulled your sore body down with him, sitting you right on his lap.

you made eye contact with Silena, who raised her eyebrows with a knowing smirk on her face.

everyone in the group knew what you had done in the closet, the stumbling of your walk, flushed face, and Luke’s stupid cap on your head hinted at it.

also the fact that you were sitting on his lap, head on his shoulder with his arms around your middle and his hickeys littered on your neck.

no one said anything though, they all just smirked into their own cups, continuing to play the game.

you still hated frat parties though. just maybe not this one.

© sovksluv 2024, please do not repost or translate my work!

[monamipencil]

jealous rival! seungcheol

genre; nsfw, mdni <3 | a/n; this man is made for the enemies to lovers trope. praying for this to not flop. part 2 !

rival! seungcheol who absolutely hates your guts. he scoffs every time you counter him in class and the way you eye him with a cocky smile if you prove him wrong or win the favour of the lecturer. he also hates the fact that you get his dick hard and twitching in need.

rival! seungcheol who wants to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion. especially the times when your little, cocky side eyes to each other turn into full on eye-fucking each other. his heart swells with pride when you subtly check him out and look away when you get caught.

rival! seungcheol who's had enough of whatever the fuck is going on between you two. in an attempt to "help you be friends with each other," you're assigned as his project partner. and so, fuck-me eyes turns into subtle touches and pleasantly suffocating proximity.

seungcheol's breath hitches when you press your breasts against his bicep, leaning in to help him with something he could not give less fucks about right now. he watches as you back away, flashing him a condescending smile. "see? it's that easy." his cock throbs under his jeans, and god, would he love to bend you over the library table and fuck your brains out.

but he doesn't. seungcheol hates losing. he won't be the one to break first. he won't be the one to lose in this little game with you. he will make you break and have you on your knees.

rival! seungcheol who realises that he has met his match as he watches you grind on one of your classmates in a frat party. you continue your debauchery, knowing that he's staring. you'd usually give in, especially for guys like seungcheol, born with all that good package. but, the power that surges through your veins on getting guys on their knees is unmatched.

you yelp when a hand roughly pulls you off that guy, dragging you through the crowd. you realise that it's seungcheol as the crowds dilutes, and he's fucking mad. the vein bulging on his neck and the look on his face is more than a giveaway to that fact. you can't find it in yourself to pull away and let him do as he pleases.

jealous rival! seungcheol who enters a room, slamming it shut and pinning you to the door. he doesn't waste any time, burying his nose into your neck, smelling your scent and leaving wet kisses on your collarbone. "tell me you don't want this and i'll stop." his voice is low but sure. you gasp when his hands find your ass, kneading the flesh and he continues leaving marks on your skin.

he stops with a sigh when you don't respond and moves away. his apology is cut short when you switch places with him, now pining him to the door. you brush your lips against his and smirk as he follows your lips when you pull away. his scoff is replaced by a low moan when you grab his cock and squeeze the tip through his pants.

your triumph is cut short when he pins you again but this time with your face to the door. he grinds against your ass and you moan in unison at the feeling. but it isn't long before you're trying to overpower him. well, this is going to be a long night.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia

[eyesonlybutterflies]

𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: idol!Jay x fem!reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.6k words

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, needy Jay, sleepy reader, consensual, oral (m and f receiving), orgasm denial, Jay and reader calling Jay 'daddy', pet names (darling, dear, baby), manhandling, unprotected sex, overstimulation, p in v, neck biting, marks, filthy, rough, little bit of aftercare

𝓐/𝓝: Hi guys! This is my first ever post and first smut fanfic ever so I hope y'all enjoy it! (I know I said idol!Jay but it's not rlly an important detail)

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

The door slams behind Jay's tall, but tired body. After spending an entire day practicing and trying not to lose his mind from the other 6, all he wants is to fuck you into oblivion. His entire commute home he just imagined shoving your face in the pillow with your pretty ass up in the air for him to destroy.

Jay is a gentleman, but tonight he just can't seem to hold it in.

As he enters you guys' appartment, he sees all the lights on, but no y/n. He first thinks you fell asleep on the couch, as you often do whilst waiting for Jay to come home, but when he sees the bedroom door ajar with a very dim light on he realises you've already gone to bed.

Something inside of him snaps. Jay takes pride in the fact he can remain gentle with you. His dirty thoughts often not preformed in fear you'll be disgusted by it. However seeing you laying peacefully in bed, phone next to you presumebly falling asleep sooner than you anticipated, he just couldn't it in anymore.

He drops his bag and makes a beeline to your shared bedroom. He pulls down his pants, not fully, but enough to let out his hard, throbbing cock. He grabs you by your hair and puts your mouth all the way down his dick.

You wake up and in your sleepy haze, you don't know what's going on, but when you look up with your innocent eyes into Jay's eyes, you relax. Jay doesn't move your head. He's just cockwarming himself with your mouth, seemingly calming down with just this.

However, you're starting to get a little horny and want more action than just cockwarming him. So you slowly start moving your head up and down.

Jay pulls out and with his other hand he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up to him. His eyes filled with something you've never seen before in him. He's both seems desperate, mad and horny out of his minds. You think its kind of hot and you start rubbing your thighs together to get some friction.

'Stop that,' Jay finally end the silence between you. You don't stop, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘑𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰? Oh how wrong you were. His hand that was previously holding your hair shot down to one of your thighs, holding to one side whilst he lifts his foot to hold down your other thighs so you have no way of rubbing them together anymore.

The shock on your face excites him, 'didn't expect that, darling?' He asks with a smirk. You don't move, say or even go as far as to change your facial expression. Jay is showing a side of him he's never shown, and you actually find it very attractive.

When you stay still like a prey caught in the hands of their predator, he starts to squeeze his hand on your jaw, forcing your mouth open. When you comply Jay gathers his spit and slowly lets it fall from his mouth into yours.

'Good girl.' He says. You're sure you've become the Niagara falls with the way he's treating you, finding it even more hot than when he's gentle and putting your pleasure above his.

Once Jay notices his effect on you and how you've become pathetic and desperate, he grants you a kiss. It's slow, wet and filthy, and you want so much more of that. He pulls back and his hand on your thigh travels back to the back of your head, guiding you to his cock. His tip now completely covered with precum.

He starts both pushing you head down on his dick and fucking your mouth. The only noise coming from your room is you gagging. Jay has to hold himself back, because this view of you, chocking on his cock, not allowed to touch yourself, looking up at you with tear filled eyes, it's got him on edge and he feels like if he lets loose for one second he's gonna explode in your mouth.

After he is pleased with the way you're taking him, he moves down on you and takes off your pyjama pants and panties in one motion. The cold air hits your wet pussy and you squeek a little. Jay looks up one time, with fucked out eyes already, before he dives into his late night snack.

The way he's teasing your cunt has you moaning his name on a level you normally wouldn't use, but with how horny you are, how hot Jay looks and the still sleepy haze you're in has you absolutely unhinged.

'Fuck Jay, oh my fucking god that's it,' He thrives on your moans, he's circling your clit even faster, pushing his tongue deeper in your hole. 'Shit I'm gonna- Ah fuck!' Jay knows you're about to come and right before you reach your climax, he backs up, not touching you in any way, shape or form to avoid accidentally making you cum with any kind of touch.

You squirm and shake and Jay is smiling at you like a devil, enjoying seeing you both already overstimulated and being denied pleasure. When you finally have the strength to look at him you almost want to slap him, he knows how desperate you are for your release and he just fucking denies it.

'That's what sluts get when they go to bed before waiting for daddy to come home,' He says with a tint of darkness in his eyes, as if he can't wait to fuck you into another universe and deny another orgasm.

In your entire two year relationship you've never called Jay daddy, so you're a little taken aback when he calls himself daddy.

'𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.' Is the only thing you can think before he pulls you down the bed before flipping you onto your stomach. He manhandles you into doggy before lining himself up with you and slamming into you without any warning.

The noises you make are pathetic and so dirty and you're loving every bit of this side of Jay. You have difficulty keeping up with everything as he's slamming his long and thick cock all the way into your pussy every single time at high speed.

As you feel your high coming again, your pussy clenches tightly around him with you whimpering into the bed sheets. 'You like this dick so much, baby?' You can hear the smugness in his voice. 'Yes yes, love it aah' 'C'mon baby, say it.' 'Yes daddy, love it.' You barely manage to get out.

'Fuck that's my girl,' is the last thing you hear before you're engulfed by the pleasure of the orgasm, almost screaming his name. 'Holy shit that's so tight,' Jay says before he throws his head back and shoots white ropes of his cum into your pussy. He keeps pumping into you as you both ride out your orgasms.

After you both finish, you think it's over. You're tired, overstimulated and just want to cuddle your boyfriend.

Yet your boyfriend seems to not be done with you yet. Having fucked his frustrations out, he's a little bit more gentle. He guides your hips to turn around so he can look you in the eyes. 'Mmh you did so well baby, taking all of me like it was nothing,' You smile, still lightheaded. 'You ready for round 2?' You nod, not fully realising you just said yes to getting railed again.

This time he's gonna make you take all of him in missionary, kissing you before entering. But the gentleness didn't last long before he starts speeding up. Both of you start moaning in each others mouth, sweat mixing up as he presses his forehead against yours. 'Fuck daddy I can't.' 'Yes you can baby,' He knows you're overstimulated, he can feel your pussy throbbing and clenching onto his dick like your life depends on it, but he doesn't care. He needs to cum again.

The thrusts start to get deeper. He's going so deep he's hitting your cervix. You jolt as you feel him hitting that spot. With your neck so exposed, he starts to kiss and bite your neck, biting and sucking so hard he's leaving marks on your neck. 'Mine.' He says in a very deep voice, almost animalistic.

Your head is in a completely different place, the only thing you are on this earth is a moaning mess and Jay is loving every moment of it. Both of you start climbing to your climax again as Jay doesn't stop fucking you into oblivion and you don't stop being a tight hole for him.

'Daddy I'm gonna cum please let me cum.' You blurt out, not caring how pathetic you sounds calling your boyfriend daddy and begging him to cum.

'Cum for me, angel.'

That sends you over the edge. Your legs are shaking, breath hitching, eyes rolling back. The view of you completely crumbling under his touch makes Jay cum so much harder than the first orgasm. He's moaning your name whilst sloppily trying to maintain his speed. He keeps pumping until he can see his cum drip out of your pussy. That sight makes him almost hard again.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥

Jay pulls out of you, brings you up to his chest and hugs you tightly. 'Sorry baby, was I a bit too rough?' 'No oh my god that was so fucking hot.' He grins widely, very happy with himself.

'Let's get you cleaned up, dear.' You nod as he leads you to the bathroom where he fills up the bathtub. You eventually lay together, lazily washing each other, not saying much but both still riding on your highs and enjoying each others company.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

[zemosbff]

agatha harkness headcanons

a/n: this is just for funsies, thought i could share (some) of my (mostly nsfw) headcanons of my favorite character! :3 enjoy

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

⋆˙⟡- she most definitely has a sound kink, if she doesn’t hear you moaning, whimpering, crying or screaming she’s not doing something right

⋆˙⟡- i love dom!agatha but tbh i can’t get sub!agatha out of my head.. the way she would be so pathetic, literally crawling on all four begging you to take her <3

⋆˙⟡- she has a big soft spot for you, she’d literally burn the whole world to ashes if you asked her to

⋆˙⟡- she’s definitely jealous by nature, and would not hesitate to teach you a lesson or two in private later

⋆˙⟡- or she could just take you right then end there to show who you really belong to!

⋆˙⟡- but she’s also one to purposely make you jealous, having her hands linger a bit too long on another woman while staring at you to get a glimpse of that possessiveness of yours

⋆˙⟡- calls you a “good girl” on a regular basis, both with sexual intent and without

⋆˙⟡- she LOVES to mark you, on your neck specifically, to show everyone who you belong to

⋆˙⟡- power play! power play! power play!

⋆˙⟡- her favorite in bed is her fingers deep inside of you, or her magical strap on (how original of me, i know!)

⋆˙⟡- she would take such good care of you after fucking your senselessly into oblivion, leaving soft kisses all over your body and shower you with love (if you’re in an established relationship - otherwise she’d probably leave while you slept lol)

[miabebe]

Anything and Always (YJH)

Was it really love if it didn't include just a little madness? What was love if it didn't cross the line? And how was it love if it wasn't regardless of anything and longer than always?

Pairing - Afab!reader x Yoon Jeonghan

Word count - 3.9K (this is a miracle)

Genre - Oof buckle up my friends. This is a halloween special so I tried not hold back - its a psycho-thriller, there's smut and then there's more pyscho-ness, it's a rideee! Warnings under the cut!

A/n - It's the week leading up to Halloween folks! Unfortunately I'm not the biggest fan of clowns and ghosts and vampires etc, but I do love me a good dose of psychos (who I think are scarier btw) so here you goooo! You can also check out Seungcheol's and Joshua's!

Big big big thanks to @tusswrites and @tomodachiii - you guys were really the hands behind this one ❤️

warnings - death, murder, blood, lots of toxic emotions like jealousy, possessiveness, extreme insensitivity, PDA, sex in a public place but no one sees them? unprotected sex, rough sex, filthy talk, marking, manhandling, mentions of blowjobs and sloppy seconds, mentions of exhibitionism, choking, creampie, fingering, stalking, obsession, disposing bodies mentioned?, honestly this whole fic is just a warning at this point, idk what to say

“.....Police say that this is possibly the most brutal act of violence they have come across in Seoul city in a long time. The forensics department is still trying to identify the body but estimate that the time of death might have been around 6 months ago. The motive of the crime is still unclear and….”  

Ignoring the sound of the tv you glanced at the two figures on the other side of the glass, standing close to each other, snickering away. Your hand tightened around the letter opener, the sharp edge slicing your skin open, blood trickling down your fist. The crimson felt cold but there was a strange fire coursing through your being.

How dare she? How dare she twirl her hair like a schoolgirl and put her hands on him? And what kind of fool did she take you to be? Did she think you couldn’t see the way she was stuck to your boyfriend like a leech or did she want you to see her making a move on your man? If it was the latter then she was most definitely successful – your eyes hadn’t left their huddled figures in the last ten minutes. At least not until red began to leak onto the papers strewn on the table. Groaning slightly, you quickly let the blade go and grabbed a tissue instead.

But you couldn’t let go of what was happening outside.

Pushing your chair back, you reached for your red satin gloves and slipped them on, covering your wound. It stung as the cloth grazed your skin but you knew it would feel better later, when you’ll run your hand through your boyfriend’s soft tresses as he fucks you into oblivion. He always made everything so much better. 

In complete contrast to the professional approach you’ve always advised your employees to maintain, you opened the door of your cabin and walked over to the pair, hugging your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Han.” You muttered, placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck before glancing at the woman before you. She tried not to look at you, the same way the entire office was averting their eyes, choosing to look down at the floor instead. Afterall, no one wanted to see their boss romancing right in the middle of the workspace. You didn’t care what they thought, at least not anymore. All that mattered to you was what Jeonghan felt, so when he slowly pulled your hands away from him, you were a little hurt.

But in all fairness, Jeonghan was always like this. Always so wary of people around him, always so conscious, always so proper. If you were being honest, even you used to be the same until a few months ago. Until Jeonghan came into your life to be precise.

Before him life was different. Inheriting your father’s company at such a young age meant you had to prove you were worthy, you had to make sure you were taken seriously. That’s why you made it a point to enforce discipline at work – employees always had to be on time, tardiness was looked down upon, improper dressing was not allowed, discussing anything unrelated to work was not permitted and office romance was strictly forbidden. Again, all that was until Jeonghan made his way into your office one fine day, to interview for the position of your secretary.

You still remembered the moment he walked into your room, clutching his file against his chest, looking around with big eyes. Your childhood nanny turned caretaker introduced him, stating he was a smart guy who just finished his MBA and had a lot of potential. Apparently, a few months ago, he was recruited on the street and used to work as a part time model in your company – you couldn’t seem to recollect his face as he went on explaining how he wanted to do a more serious job now. Surely you would have known if the literal man of your dreams worked in the same space as you right? But then again, before your father died and you took over, you used to work in the writing column of this fashion magazine, the photography side of things was never in your radar. Yoon Jeonghan was never in your radar.

Making him your secretary was quite an easy decision – he had the qualifications, he already knew the company in and out and very soon, he knew you just the same too. 

Well, almost. 

He knew you took your coffee with foam art but he didn’t know it was because you liked that concentrated look on his face when he making it. He knew you always wore gloves as a fashion statement, but didn't know it was also to stop yourself from digging your nails into your skin every time you were stressed. He knew your caretaker and how important she was to you, but he didn’t know she was the closest thing you had to a mother, one whose presence you craved since you were a child. He knew inheriting this company had always been your dream but he didn’t know it was you who mixed the sleeping pills in your father’s milk that led to his overdose. 

Albeit you only added enough to make sure he wouldn’t make it to the extremely important meeting the next day. The idea was that you would have gotten the chance to replace him as CEO temporarily and show the board your talent, but apparently your father was weak enough to die from that miniscule amount, allowing you to permanently take over his role. But this wasn’t your fault, was it? So there was nothing for Jeonghan to know about it. 

Though there were a few things that he had discovered over time that a part of you wished he hadn’t - your anger, your impulsiveness, your stubbornness, your possessiveness…. He didn't know how bad it could get, but Jeonghan knew enough. That’s why the first thing he did when he pulled away from your grip was lead you to the private washroom in your cabin and fuck you mindless, thrusting into you hard and fast, letting your mark his neck carelessly.

Letting you mark him as yours.

“Fuck, baby.” He sighed, pulling you closer and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your pencil skirt went further up your torso as your boobs spilled out of your bra thanks to his sheer force as he showed no signs of slowing down. The granite of the sink counter felt unbearably cold against your bare ass but you didn’t care. Not when this position allowed him to ram into you while you ran your glove clad fingers in his hair, moaning right into his ear, and coaxing him further.

“Cum in me Hannie.” You purred, fingers digging into his arm. “Don't you want to fuck it back into me after work? I know how much you love your own sloppy seconds.”

“Don’t.” He groaned, his thrusts becoming harsher just at the thought of it. “We have an investor meeting after work today and I need to go pick up my niece after that. We can’t, baby.”

You rolled your eyes before pulling him into a heated kiss. This was what you loved and hated about this man. From day one, he was incredibly efficient, always so aware of your schedules, of which client calls to avoid, which pen to carry to sign official documents - he was the perfect secretary, always keeping an eye on everything. He was also a perfectly good man, always donning the sweetest smile, trying to be helpful, staying alert about your smallest needs and wants. As much as you loved how he looked after you, it was seeing him being nice to everyone else that bothered you. 

Why did he have to lean over the desk of the girl clearly pretending to be stupid when he clarified her doubts? Why did he always agree to the dinners and the after work parties that various women in the company invited him to? Why did the lady in the canteen always bat her eyes at him and give him extra sandwiches? And was it your fault that one fine day nearly all these women decided to mass resign from your company? Yeah maybe you glared at them a bit too much and maybe you increased their workload to an unbearable amount but they chose to resign, that wasn’t on you right? Honestly, you should have stopped employing women after that - at least then you wouldn’t have hired her and seen her getting all handsy with your man.

“Stop thinking about her.” 

Pulling you off the counter Jeonghan spun you around, letting you look at your fucked out face in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged at the edges and the remnants of his cum were still at the corner of your lips from when you let him fuck your mouth minutes ago. “Eyes and mind on me when I’m fucking you, sweetheart.” He grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing it roughly. “The only thought that should be in your pretty little head is me, so stop thinking about her.”

And this was yet another reason you loved this man. He knew you like the back of his hand. He could tell from the slightest change in your expression what exactly you were thinking. He could tell from the furrow of your eyebrow what exactly you needed. He could tell when you wanted to be handled softly, and gently made love to and when you needed to just be fucked like a ragdoll. Right now, you just needed him to fuck the inappropriate thoughts out of your head and that’s exactly what he was doing, snapping his hips against yours with a relentless pace. Jeonghan might be someone who looked sweet and soft and fragile but man was he capable of fucking like a beast. No wonder you fell in love with him.

The moment you realised you had fallen head over heels for him, the first thing you did was simply tell him. Though it took him a fleeting moment, he confessed that he had been in love with you for the longest time now. Brfore you could properly even kiss him, he pushed you against the office window 78 floors high and fucked you right against it, ignoring the hundreds of staff on the other side of the glass cabin who didn’t know what to do but immediately evacuate from the floor. 

Since then, you had gotten the glass tinted and the two of you had christened almost every piece of furniture in your cabin in a similar fashion. You had Jeonghan’s things moved into your office from his cubicle and at any point you were not working, there was only one thing you were doing. Rather, one man you were doing. People would walk in on you more often than you liked to admit but stopping wasn’t an option and shame really wasn't a part of your character profile anymore. Only one thing mattered, then, now and always - Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan. 

“Oh god I’m close fuck fuck fu…” You felt your mouth hang as the feeling began to tighten in you, your legs weakening. With a hand on your back, Jeonghan pushed you onto the marble of the counter, your breasts and cheek pressed onto it, his other hand on your neck, pinning you in place

“Me too baby.” He groaned, fucking himself in you harder, momentarily forgetting how tight his grip around your neck was. The oxygen to your brain being cut off only made you feel more insane, mumbling meaningless words as you felt yourself being split open by the man you love. It was only when he saw your eyes nearly roll back that he loosened his hold, pressing his fingers into the soft skin on your hips, thrusting faster and deeper, grazing that spot again and again until you finally snapped. With a loud unintelligible moan, your walls fluttered around him, clamping his length and coating it with slick in a way that immediately sent him over the edge as he came, spilling into you in spurts. With a few more thrusts he continued to ride out his high like he didn't want to leave your warmth but when you winced at the overstimulation, he grimaced and finally pulled out.

As the two of you caught your breaths, slowly straightening yourself, you turned, finding yourself towered by him. Sighing, he caught your lips with his in a sweet kiss, in complete contrast to the way he slipped his fingers into your hole, pushing his cum further into you, for later. When the two of you finally parted, he stepped back, pulling up and buttoning his pants with a small smirk on his face. You smiled back, adjusting the panties he wasn’t even bothered to remove in his urgency, as you rang for your caretaker. Like always she would help you with your clothes, hair, makeup and make you look presentable but what was the point? Anyways, in a few hour’s time, everyone would get off work and you’d have to attend that one last meeting of the day but since it was just an audio call, you could still ride Jeonghan on your office chair while you were at it. You knew how much he loved the sight of his dick covered in his own cum pumping in and out of you so another round today was a given.

Just as Jeonghan finished dressing himself, your caretaker walked in with a fresh set of clothes, trying not to meet either of your eyes as always. Normally, Jeonghan didn’t hang around till you were made decent to the public eye, he let you have your space to dress but today it was like he could tell you wanted him around. Though his neck was littered with the red of bruises and your lipstick, and he smelled like he was doused in the sweet scent of you, the image of that woman’s hand on him kept flashing in your mind. You knew he could tell you had slipped back into those thoughts as he sighed, shaking his head. 

Putting his arm out he stopped the older woman, much to your surprise. “Let me.” 

And she did, handing your clothes to him before bowing deeply and excusing herself from there. 

Your eyes followed Jeonghan as he slowly undressed you of your wrinkled clothes, sweetly kissing you anywhere and everywhere he could. You loved feeling his mouth on you like this and you know he loved it too, you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin. Except when he slipped your gloves off; then his expression shifted to one of pained worry.

“What happened?” He looked at you confused. “Y/n what-“

“I’m fine.” You brushed him off, but his grip on your wrist was tight. “I wasn’t careful when I used the letter opener so it just….”

“Baby.” If he could tell you were lying, you didn’t know. He just kissed your palm softly, looking at you like he was hurting more than you were. 

This man loved you. He loved you so much. He loved you just the way you were, he always made sure to let you know just how much he cared, yet you couldn’t help but continue to obsess over that memory. 

Shaking your head, you kissed him back, long and hard. 

You had to get it out of your mind. You had to do whatever it took to get it out of your mind.

This entire weekend you didn’t get to see Jeonghan thanks to his niece’s birthday. 

As much as you shouldn’t be jealous of a little girl for getting so much of your boyfriend’s attention, you were. You didn’t like anyone getting between you and Jeonghan but knowing how much he loved her, you were willing to let it slide. You still wanted to see him first thing Monday morning so you made sure to reach work as early as you could and were waiting by the door for him. 

Instead, to your surprise and disappointment, you were met with the familiar face of just the woman you didn’t want to see as she limped in, bandages scattered all over her body, her arm in a cast, hanging in a sling around her neck. 

Running your eyes over it, a small triumphant smile creeped on your face – now let her try and touch your man.

As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, his eyes flickering between both the women before him. Reaching for your hand he pulled out the white glove you had donned today, running his finger along the fading wound. Seeing that it was much better, he interlaced his fingers with yours, and led you away to your cabin, without sparing his colleague a second look. You though, turned around just to catch sight of her dejected face. 

As Jeonghan prepared your morning coffee, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder, looking at the way he meticulously pressed the coffee powder. There was no fear or possessiveness in this hug, you were just happy. Jeonghan made you happy. He always made sure you were happy. 

Since the day he began working in this company, your smile was what he craved for the most. No, not since he began working as your secretary - since he was recruited as a model, when he first laid his eyes on you. 

It was during a press conference, announcing you had joined your father's company now that you had graduated from business school. You looked so prim and proper, like a sweet little girl from a high society, a perfect heiress with your glove clad hands clasped, resting on your lap modestly. Something about you was just so…. innocent, so easy to corrupt. It made Jeonghan fear for you - The corporate world was harsh and cutthroat. Sweet little things like you didn't belong here. 

But over time Jeonghan learnt you weren't the little innocent girl you seemed like after all. He saw how ambitious you were, willing to even put down others to climb the ladder, willing to do anything. He saw your anger and the things it made you do. He saw your tantrums when you didn't get what you wanted. He saw everything because Jeonghan was always watching. Always. 

He was watching you at work, he was watching you make your way home, he was watching what you did in your little penthouse, strutting around in your pretty night dresses…. Jeonghan was always watching. That's how he knew that you liked men with longer hair, and that you preferred them blonde and tall and lean. That's how he made sure to groom himself, to become the man of your dreams. Because he knew exactly what your dreams were - afterall, he always watched you sleep too. 

That's also how he knew the number of sleeping pills you added in your father's milk weren't right. Yes you were ambitious and vile but you were short sighted. What you needed wasn't an opportunity to prove yourself but a permanent position to lead the company. That was your dream after all and Jeonghan would do whatever it took to make them come true. That's why he slipped in more pills into the glass - silly little you could surely not have thought so far.

The thing that Jeonghan didn't take into consideration though, was how inaccessible you would be to him once you became CEO. He didn’t get to see you as often and even if he did, you always had company. You were constantly monitored, always followed by security, always protected. He needed other ways of getting close to you, other ways he could keep an eye on you. 

The first step was to get your previous secretary to resign. Honestly, that was probably the hardest step along the way - no matter what Jeonghan did, and mind you, he did everything possible, she did not step down from her position. So he did what he had to make sure she never returned, to make sure they didn't ever find her.

Although he might have been a little less successful on that front - from what he heard on the news yesterday, it turned out that after all this while, they finally had found her. He just hoped that the cops didn't dig around there any further - it wasn't like anything could trace back to him, he made sure of that, but he didn't know if they could digest everything they would find in his favorite dumping spot. Afterall, he had to make all those who truly knew him disappear - he couldn't take the risk of anyone letting you know what he was capable of. Of how far he was willing to go for you.

Your caretaker knew. She was the only one who knew but Jeonghan needed her. He needed someone you trusted to recommend him to you so he dealt with her in a way that was far easier - he just promised her he would pick up her granddaughter everyday after working hours and make sure she reached home safely as long as she kept her mouth shut and introduced him to you. The old lady was a sensible one - she did what she was told. Perhaps she knew that if she didn't, no one would question if her foot were to accidentally slip and send her plunging down 78 stories. No one would care. 

But if anything similar were to happen to the colleague who was trying to make a move on him yesterday, Jeonghan knew you would be suspected. He couldn't have that happen, he couldn't have anything happen to you. 

That's why he followed the woman around over the weekend, making note of where she went and what she did, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. She told all the concerned employees asking her that she was too drunk and so she didn't realise she had walked into incoming traffic and Jeonghan didn’t see the need to correct her - she didn't walk on her own will, she was shoved. 

But then again, all that happened was she broke an arm and a few ribs, and dislocated her shoulder, it was hardly anything. At least when compared to the wound on your hand because of her. All that mattered was that the sight of her finally seemed to have put a smile on your face, knowing that he wouldn't have those hands on him again. That was enough for him, your happiness was enough for him. For that he would do anything. 

“Thank you for all that you do for me Han.” You muttered against his skin breathing in the combined scent of him and the coffee as he smiled to himself. But of course.  

Topping off your drink with a tiny foam heart, he turned to hand it to you, receiving your sweet smile in return. It made him scoff inwardly. Look at you, pretending to be all innocent. 

Like you too weren’t obsessively stalking her over the weekend.

Like it wasn’t your car that caused the accident that night. 

Like you didn’t pay off the cops to let you go while your employee laid bleeding and unconscious on the road. 

You always tried to hide so much behind that saccharine smile, but how could you? How could you when he was always watching? How could you when he would do anything to be by your side? How could you when he loved you more than anything Y/n? 

More than anything and longer than always. 

A/n - This is the first time I've dabbled in a genre like this so I'm nervous - kind comments and just thoughts in general are much appreciated! You can also check out Seungcheol's and Joshua's :)

[paranoiddreams]

Ew, perv! (HC)

꩜ SEPERATE! Gojo x Geto x Sukuna x Yuji x Megumi x Toji x Choso x fem!reader

꩜ Warnings!! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP AND 18+, just general pervy-ness the usual, panty stealing, masterbation (f & m), crack?, slapping & degradation lolz, voyeurism, blood play/marking (Choso hehe), pure filth I’m sorry🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

꩜ A/n!! - Helloooo thank you guys so so much for all of the interaction!!! Every comment and reblog has me GIGGLING!!! Anyways, enjoy my sick twisted thoughts🥰🫶🏻

Perv!Satoru who catches you masterbating in your room at night and simply walks over to lick the cum from your fingers, before going back to his room to fuck his fist while he remembers your taste. 

Perv!Megumi who no matter how hard he tries, cannot for the life of him stop stealing your panties and worn-shirts to fuck when he gets home. 

Perv!Toji who could make himself cum to the most innocent selfies of you multiple times. Old man’s got stamina even when he’s alone🫡

Perv!Yuji who fake bangs you when you bend down to pick something up, but always ends up giving himself an actual boner. He still does it though, bc he just can’t resist his goofy urges. 

Perv!Sukuna who absolutely loves being slapped and yelled at even if he’d rip anyone’s throat out easily if they did it to him—but not you. 

Perv!Toji who sneaks pictures of you while you’re fucked out and writhing underneath him just so he can add it to his collection for later. 

Perv!Satoru who can’t help but make himself cum multiple times while you sleep peacefully next to him; he doesn’t wanna wake you when you look so soft and peaceful😣~

Perv!Sukuna who will slide one of his hands up your skirt and traces his name over your clothed cunt during royal meetings with you by his side. 

Perv!Choso who absolutely loves when you make him bleed with your nails/teeth while he’s fucking you into oblivion. He’ll run his fingers over the scratches the next day, a smile of remembrance on his flushed face as he feels the slight sting. 

Perv!Megumi who absolutely loves to kiss you as he sinks his cock into you for the first time—he’s a little embarrassed about the noises he makes😓

Perv!Yuji who loves watching your tummy and/or ass move as he fucks into you, often grabbing the flesh there and squeezing. He just loves your soft body so much<3

Perv!Toji who gets off thinking of fucking you in the back of the car while Shiu drives him to his next job. But he won’t actually do it. Or will he?

Perv!Sukuna who can feel your soul quiver with pleasure everytime he does anything to you, intensifying his own pleasure in turn, which leads to him overstimming you as much as he can~

Perv!Satoru who will joke about wanting to lick cream/chocolate off of your skin, but would actually do it in a heart beat. Extra points if you lick whipped cream off of his cock<3

Perv!Choso who is too nervous to initiate anything sexual, so you’ll feel him grinding against your leg or silently bringing your hand to his hardened member every time he’s needy. He doesn’t need words to get across how much he wants you!

Perv!Yuji who can’t help but get hard every time you cuddle, usually ending up grinding against you.

[ghstyles]

For Worse or For Worse

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The morning sunlight sliced through the blinds like a vengeful blade, striking Harry's face with merciless precision. He winced, his consciousness reluctantly clawing its way back from oblivion. His neck screamed in protest as he shifted in the armchair, muscles stiff from spending the night in such an awkward position.

"Shit," he groaned, blinking against the light, his mouth dry and tasting faintly of stale whiskey.

The empty glass sat on the side table, a ring of condensation marking the expensive wood beneath it. Harry rubbed his face roughly, the light stubble on his jaw scraping against his palms. He checked his watch—8:17 AM. He'd managed maybe four hours of fitful sleep at best.

Memories of the previous night flooded back––Y/N on the stairs, the flash of something between them, the uncomfortable resurgence of a past he'd worked hard to forget. He stood, stretching his tall frame, his back popping in protest.

"Coffee," he mumbled to himself. "Need coffee."

Harry made his way to the kitchen, his movements slower than usual, aware that Y/N might already be up. The thought of facing her after last night's confrontation didn't appeal, but hiding in his own house appealed even less.

The kitchen was mercifully empty. He started the coffee machine, the expensive Italian model humming to life under his touch. As the rich aroma began to fill the space, he leaned against the counter, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A reminder that the real world existed beyond this strange domestic purgatory. Harry fished it out, squinting at the screen.

Two missed calls from his manager. A text reminding him about an interview scheduled for today. Another from his mother, which he promptly ignored. And a notification about a charity gala that evening. The one he was expected to attend with his "loving wife."

"Perfect," he muttered sarcastically, setting the phone down with more force than necessary.

The coffee machine beeped, and he poured himself a cup, black and strong. He took a sip, the bitter liquid scorching his throat, a fitting punishment for last night's indiscretions.

Harry glanced toward the ceiling, wondering if Y/N was awake yet, if she was avoiding coming downstairs because she knew he might be there. The thought irked him more than it should have.

He'd have to face her eventually. They had a public appearance tonight—another performance of marital bliss for the cameras. After last night, maintaining that facade would require more acting skill than he thought either of them possessed.

Taking his coffee, Harry moved to the kitchen island, pulling out his phone again to check his schedule. Better to focus on work than dwell on the complications of his personal life. If Y/N wanted to avoid him, so be it. It was probably for the best anyway.

Y/N makes her way down the stairs, her sleep shorts brushing against her thighs, the matching silk top hanging loosely over her frame, barely buttoned. Fingers rub the last traces of sleep from her eyes as she steps onto the landing—only to freeze halfway down.

Harry.

He’s standing there, an unexpected presence in the early morning stillness. Her pulse stutters, more out of surprise than anything else. He’s usually at the gym by now.

"Why are you here?" The words slip out sharper than intended, her sleep-addled brain not bothering to filter them.

Harry looked up at the sound of her voice, the coffee cup pausing halfway to his lips. His eyes tracked her descent down the stairs, taking in the silk pajama set that left little to the imagination. The barely buttoned top revealed more skin than he was prepared to deal with before 9 AM, especially with a hangover.

He forced his gaze back to her face, noting the sleep-softened edges of her usually sharp expression. Despite himself, he found the sight oddly disarming.

"Last I checked, I live here," he replied, his voice rough from sleep and last night's whiskey. "Reason enough to be in my own house, I'd think."

"Well, you look like shit"

He glares at her blatant insult

She narrowed her eyes, stepping off the last stair and into the kitchen. "You’re usually gone by now," she pointed out, crossing her arms.

"Fell asleep in the chair," he admitted after a beat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Missed my alarm for the gym."

She snorted. "Shame. How will the world survive without its daily dose of Harry Styles lifting weights on Instagram?"

Harry shot her a look but chose to let the jab slide, watching as she poured headed to the fridge.

"There's coffee," he added, nodding toward the pot, his voice oddly neutral. "Made enough for two."

She arched a brow, "How generous."

His phone buzzed on the counter, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen but didn't pick it up. Instead, he sighed. "We have that charity gala tonight. The children’s hospital fundraiser. Car will be here at seven."

Y/N groaned, resting a hip against the counter. "Right. Another evening spent fake-smiling and convincing old men to donate money they’ll write off on their taxes anyway."

He smirked. "Look at you, finally understanding how high society works."

It was easier to focus on logistics, on the business aspect of their arrangement, than to address what had transpired between them. Still, his eyes betrayed him, dropping briefly to the exposed curve of her collarbone before he caught himself.

"You might want to..." he gestured vaguely toward her top, clearing his throat."Button up. Unless you're trying to give the housekeeping staff a show when they arrive."

The comment was meant to sound casual, perhaps even teasing, but came out more gruff than intended. Harry took another long sip of coffee, using the mug to hide whatever expression might be betraying him

Her eyes snap down, immediately turning around, "don't look" she scolds but there was a tint to her cheeks as she turned back, heading to the fridge. 

Harry's eyebrows rose slightly at her command not to look, but he dutifully averted his gaze, but not before catching the pink flush spreading across her cheeks. Something about her embarrassment struck him as oddly endearing, a crack in her usually composed demeanor.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he muttered, focusing intently on his coffee cup as if it contained the secrets of the universe.

“I don’t drink coffee” she says suddenly

Harry looked up again, genuine surprise flickering across his features. Four months of marriage—fake as it was—and he hadn't known this basic fact about her. It was a stark reminder of how little they actually knew about each other, despite living under the same roof.

"You don't drink coffee?" he repeated, watching as she rummaged through the fridge. "What kind of monster doesn't drink coffee?"

"The kind that prefers not to rely on bean juice to function," she quipped

“Bean juice? That sounds disgusting” 

“Because it is” 

"Tea person, then? Or one of those green smoothie enthusiasts?" He gestured toward the high-end blender sitting unused on the counter. "Should I be worried you're going to start filling the fridge with wheatgrass shots and kombucha?"

“Those are also disgusting” she said absentmindedly as she scanned the fridge 

It occurred to Harry that this was perhaps the most normal conversation they'd had in... well, ever. No cutting remarks about their arrangement, no thinly veiled references to their past. Just mundane morning talk between two people sharing a space.

"There's orange juice," he offered after a moment, nodding toward the back of the fridge. 

She deliberately takes the mango juice, turning to pour herself a glass. It was a small act of defiance that almost made him smile. He caught himself, schooling his features back into neutrality.

His phone buzzed again insistently, breaking the strange moment of domesticity. Harry glanced at it with a frown.

"My manager," he explained unnecessarily. "Probably hounding me about tonight. Apparently, we need to look 'particularly devoted' for some potential sponsorship deal."

“Yay” she said dryly, “What am I wearing?"

Being small-town scum, as his mother so fondly put it, meant she didn't get a say in what she wore to public appearances. Her wardrobe was just another thing meticulously curated to fit the image of Harry Styles' perfect wife.

"Something gold, I think," he replied, setting his coffee mug down and retrieving his phone. "Amanda sent over options yesterday."

He scrolled through his messages, locating the one from his stylist. Harry turned the screen toward Y/N, showing her photos of three designer gowns.

"This one," he pointed to a stunning gold sequined gown with a plunging neckline and open back. "She said it would 'showcase our brand partnership' or some marketing nonsense like that."

Harry's tone was dismissive, but his eyes lingered on the image, mentally superimposing it over Y/N’s figure. The dress would undoubtedly look spectacular on her, a fact he acknowledged privately with some reluctance.

"Unless you have a preference for one of the others," he added, the offer surprising even himself.

She shook her head, reaching for a glass from the cupboard, deliberately ignoring the way his gaze flickered to the exposed strip of skin where her pajama top had ridden

"I suppose it doesn't really matter," she continued, turning toward the sink.”I'll do the gold”

It was a small concession, allowing her some choice in the matter when they both knew she'd ultimately wear whatever his team deemed best for their public image. The irony wasn't lost on him—dictating her wardrobe while claiming to offer freedom.

Harry set his phone down, studying her over the rim of his coffee cup. The morning light filtering through the kitchen windows caught in her hair, creating an effect that was almost ethereal.

"For what it's worth," he said after a moment, his voice uncharacteristically sincere, "my mother's opinion isn't the gospel truth. Never has been."

The statement hung in the air between them, loaded with implications neither seemed ready to address. Harry looked away first, uncomfortable with the momentary vulnerability.

She exhaled sharply, then turned, leaning against the counter with arms crossed. "That’s rich, coming from the guy who lets her dictate every part of his life" Her words weren’t laced with anger, just quiet, exhausted truth.

His jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

She let the silence stretch, then pushed off the counter with a sigh.

"I'll have the car take you to the fitting at two," he continued, reverting to practicalities. "Makeup and hair team will come here at four. Standard procedure."

He drained the last of his coffee, setting the empty mug in the sink.

"I've got an interview at eleven. Should be back by four as well." A pause, then: "Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone."

The sarcasm was familiar territory, a retreat to safer ground after the unexpected moment of honesty. But it lacked his usual edge, coming across more as habitual banter than genuine derision.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took a slow sip of her juice. "Oh, no. How will I survive the agonizing hours without you?"

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of Harry's mouth before he could catch himself. Her dry humor, when not aimed at his most vulnerable points, was actually somewhat entertaining. He covered the slip with a theatrical sigh.

"The burden of being utterly irresistible," he lamented, placing a hand over his heart in mock sorrow. "It's a cross I bear daily."

His cross necklace gleamed in the morning light as if to emphasize the unintentional pun. 

Harry watched as she moved to the fridge, gathering ingredients, curiosity piqued despite his better judgment.

"Planning to cook something?" he asked, lingering in the kitchen longer than necessary. "I thought the whole point of having a chef was to avoid that particular chore."

Mrs. Henley, his private chef, only came in three times a week, leaving them to fend for themselves on off days. Harry's culinary skills extended to scrambled eggs and the occasional pasta dish. Nothing impressive for someone who claimed to enjoy cooking as a hobby.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, the tattoos on his forearms visible where he'd rolled up his sleeves. The domesticity of the moment struck him as surreal. Standing in his kitchen, having something approaching a normal conversation with the woman he was supposed to loathe.

"I could eat," he admitted, surprising himself with the indirect request to join her meal. "If you're making enough for two."

Y/N stilled for a moment, placing whatever she had picked up back in the fridge, "Would you look at that. Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore." She picks her drink uo, "I'm going to shower" She says before walking past him 

Harry's expression hardened as she rebuffed him, the momentary warmth evaporating like morning dew under harsh sunlight. He watched her retreat, jaw clenching slightly at the deliberate rejection.

"Right," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

As she brushed past him, a faint trace of her scent—something floral and distinctly Y/N—registered in his awareness. Harry remained motionless until she disappeared up the stairs, then exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Stupid," he chided himself quietly, pushing away from the counter with more force than necessary.

What had he expected? That four months of mutual antagonism would dissolve over morning juice? That she'd suddenly want to play happy homemakers after last night's confrontation? The very idea was ridiculous.

Harry retrieved his phone, scrolling through the missed messages with renewed focus. Work was safer. Work made sense. Work didn't reject him or stir up complicated feelings that had no place in their transactional relationship.

He typed a quick response to his manager, confirming the interview details, then headed upstairs to a guest room—deliberately timing his ascent to ensure Y/N would be settled in his bathroom before he reached the top of the stairs.

Harry hadn’t hesitated when he insisted she stay in his room. On paper, it was a practical decision, after all, appearances had to be kept, and the staff or any unexpected visitors couldn’t be given a reason to doubt their marriage. But beneath that excuse lurked a more vindictive motive.

He liked knowing she didn’t have a space that was truly her own, that even in this grand estate, she had no real refuge from him. It was control, plain and simple. A way to remind her that despite her sharp tongue and endless defiance, she was still living in his house, under his conditions. And if the stiff set of her shoulders every night before slipping into bed beside him was any indication, the arrangement had its intended effect. Did he regret it? …Well, yes. 

Now forced to shower in a guest room to avoid her, Harry couldn't help but regret his little power trip. At the time, it had seemed like a clever way to assert control, to keep her close and under his watch. But now, the reality of sharing a room with her, of being unable to escape her presence, even in the sanctuary of his own space, felt suffocating. The tension between them was always there, thick and palpable, even when they were silent. He'd wanted to make her uncomfortable, to remind her that she was living in his world, but now, Harry questioned his decision with every sleepless night and awkward encounter. It had been petty, and now he was paying the price.

Harry stripped off yesterday's clothes, avoiding his reflection in the mirror. 

Whatever.

He'd shower in his lavish guest bathroom, dress in clothes that cost more than some people's monthly rent, and resume his role as Harry Styles, superstar. Not Harry Styles, the man just rejected for breakfast by his fake wife.

As the hot water pounded against his skin, washing away the remnants of whiskey and poor sleep, Harry found himself dwelling on Y/N reaction. Her immediate recoil at his suggestion of sharing a meal bothered him more than it should have.

He shut off the water with more force than necessary, wrapping a towel around his waist. Through the wall, he could faintly hear movement in his room. Hear the soft pad of footsteps, the opening and closing of drawers.

So close physically, yet miles apart in every way that mattered.

Harry dressed methodically, selecting a patterned shirt and black jeans, the familiar routine grounding him. By the time he was ready to leave, his public persona was firmly in place—confident, slightly aloof, untouchable.

He paused at the door, listening for any sign of Y/N in the hallway. Hearing nothing, he stepped out, adjusting his cross necklace as he headed for the stairs. Tonight they'd have to pretend to be madly in love. For now, he'd give her what she clearly wanted—distance.

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In the interview

The camera panned to Harry as he sat across from the host, flashing his signature smile. The interview had begun in a blur of bright lights and studio chatter, but now it was just the two of them, the air thick with expectations. He tried to shake off the nagging thoughts of the morning—of her, of them. The contrast between his public persona and the tension that lingered back at home was more jarring than he liked to admit.

"Harry Styles, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome back!" The host grinned, leaning forward, clearly relishing the moment. He offered the host—a bubbly blonde woman in her mid-thirties—his most charming smile, the one that had graced countless magazine covers and sent fans into frenzies across the globe. 

"Great to be back, Melissa," he replied smoothly, his British accent slightly more pronounced than usual

"Now, last time you were on, things were a little different. About four months ago, you broke millions of hearts when you tied the knot. Has the honeymoon phase passed yet, or are you still basking in that marital bliss?"

At the mention of his marriage, Harry's smile shifted, becoming something more intimate, as if he were sharing a private joke with the audience. It was a masterful performance, one he'd perfected over the past four months.

"Ah, the honeymoon phase," he chuckled, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "I'm not sure that ever really ends when you find the right person, does it?"

The studio audience responded with appreciative sighs and a smattering of applause. Harry leaned forward slightly, his green eyes twinkling with practiced sincerity.

“Aww, thats wonderful, Harry. Tell us more” She prompted 

"Y/N is..." he paused, as if searching for words adequate enough to describe his 'beloved' wife. "She's extraordinary, really. Keeps me grounded in a way nothing else in this industry can."

He twisted the platinum band on his finger, a gesture calculated to appear unconscious and endearing.

"Marriage has its challenges, of course," he continued, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone. Just enough to seem authentic without revealing anything truly personal. "Balancing work, touring schedules, her commitments... but coming home to her makes everything else fade away."

The lie rolled off his tongue with practiced ease, even as his mind flashed to that morning's rejected breakfast invitation and the tension that perpetually simmered between them.

"She's actually joining me tonight at the children's hospital gala," he added, knowing the publicist would appreciate the plug. "It's a cause close to both our hearts."

Harry crossed his long legs, his designer boots catching the studio lights.

"And between you and me," he leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a stage whisper that ensured every audience member strained to hear, "seeing her all dressed up for these events... well, let's just say the honeymoon phase gets a second wind."

The audience erupted in laughter and wolf whistles, exactly the reaction he'd anticipated. Harry sat back with a satisfied grin, the picture of a man deeply in love and not at all ashamed to show it.

Behind the smile, however, his mind was already calculating how many hours until he'd have to face Y/N again, how carefully they'd need to choreograph their affection for the cameras tonight, how exhausting the perpetual performance had become.

Melissa leaned forward, loving all the information she was getting, "Remind us again how you two me? How did someone like her manage to grab the attention of Harry Styles. Give us normal people some tips"

Harry laughed easily at the question, but for a fraction of a second, something flickered in his eyes.

"Now, now, Melissa," he chided playfully, wagging a finger. "Don't sell yourself short. And certainly don't sell Y/N short by implying she's just 'someone like her.' That's my wife you're talking about."

The audience cooed at his protective response, eating up the chivalrous display. Harry shifted slightly in his seat, adopting a more thoughtful expression.

"We actually met years ago," he began, weaving truth and fiction with expert precision. "Her family lived near my family's summer home. Two different worlds that happened to intersect."

This much was true, though he omitted his mother's disdain and the childish friendship that had formed despite it.

"But we really reconnected last year at a charity event," he continued, the fabricated part of their story flowing seamlessly. "She was helping coordinate it. She’s always been passionate about giving back. Didn't give a damn about who I was or how many records I'd sold."

Harry's smile turned rueful, a calculated expression that suggested genuine emotion.

"Actually walked right past me without a second glance. Bit of a blow to the ego, that."

The audience laughed appreciatively, and Harry played along, feigning wounded pride.

"So naturally, I had to know more about this woman who wasn't impressed by Harry Styles," he continued, his accent caressing the words. "Turns out she's brilliant, compassionate, and completely uninterested in the spotlight. Everything that's real in a world that often... isn't."

He paused, twisting his wedding band again—a gesture the cameras would surely catch.

"Tips for the 'normal people'?" he echoed Melissa's question, making air quotes with his fingers. 

"I'd say authenticity. That's what captured my attention. In an industry where everyone's trying to be someone else, someone who's genuinely themselves becomes the most magnetic person in the room."

The irony of preaching authenticity while perpetuating a massive lie wasn't lost on him, but Harry maintained his earnest expression, years of media training keeping any hint of discomfort from showing.

"And she makes me laugh," he added with a wistful smile, thinking of Y/N’s sarcastic How will I survive? from that morning. "Not many people can surprise me anymore, but she manages it daily."

It wasn't entirely a lie. She did surprise him—just not in the romantic way he was implying.

"So there you have it: be authentic, be passionate about something beyond someone's fame, and for God's sake, make them work for it a little," he concluded with a cheeky wink that sent the audience into fits of giggles.

"Well there you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. Looks like I'll be signing up for comedy classes soon. Now before we go, can we be on the lookout for mini Styles any time soon?"

Harry's practiced composure faltered for a split second, the question catching him off guard despite its predictability. A dozen thoughts raced through his mind. The main one was how he forgot to check the script and approved questions. 

But his training kicked in quickly, his expression shifting to something playful yet thoughtfully reserved.

"Ah, straight for the big questions, aren't you?" he said with a laugh, adjusting his position in the chair. "You know, we're really just enjoying being married right now. Getting to know each other in this new context."

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture buying him time to craft the perfect response.

"Y/N's still young. Turning 24 later this year" he reminded the audience, carefully constructing an acceptable narrative. "She's got dreams and ambitions of her own that I want to see her pursue first. And with my touring schedule about to ramp up again..."

He let the implication hang, then continued with calculated vulnerability.

"When the time is right, though..." Harry's voice softened, his gaze momentarily distant as if imagining a future that existed only in press releases and publicity strategies. "I think she'd be an amazing mother. She's got this incredible way with people. She's patient, kind, but doesn't take any nonsense."

The audience sighed appreciatively, completely sold on his performance.

"For now, we're happy being a family of two," he concluded with a gentle smile, then added with perfect comedic timing: "Well, two and our absolutely mental cat that Y/N insisted we adopt."

The completely fabricated pet detail was a stroke of improvised genius. Quite perfect actually. Humanizing, relatable, and completely impossible to fact-check during the broadcast.

"She's got me wrapped around her finger with that one," he admitted with a rueful shake of his head. "Can't say no to those eyes."

Whether he meant the imaginary cat or his fake-devoted wife remained deliberately ambiguous, allowing the audience to project whatever romantic notion they preferred onto his statement.

As the audience cooed and the host beamed, Harry maintained his easy smile, but internally, he was already dreading how this particular exchange would play out when he returned home. 

Children—even hypothetical ones—had never factored into their arrangement, and he suspected Y/N wouldn't appreciate being put in this position, fictional cat or not.

The sleek black car glided through London traffic, Harry staring absently out the tinted window. The interview had gone well. Exactly as planned, perhaps even better. His team would be pleased. Yet something nagged at him, a strange discomfort that had nothing to do with the lies he's told.

It was the cat. The fictional cat he'd invented on the spot, a detail so random and yet so specific that it had surprised even him. As the cityscape blurred past, Harry's mind drifted backward in time, colors fading to the warm golden hues of childhood summers.

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Summer | Fifteen years earlier

The summer air hung heavy with the scent of cut grass and wild blackberries. Ten-year-old Harry had escaped his mother's watchful eye, slipping away from their manicured summer estate to explore the woods that bordered the neighboring properties.

He'd found Y/N sitting cross-legged in a small clearing, a book open in her lap and an enormous orange tabby cat curled beside her. The cat was arguably the ugliest creature Harry had ever seen. With its one eye permanently squinted, fur patchy in places, and ears notched from old fights.

"What's wrong with it?" he'd asked bluntly, the tactlessness of childhood evident in his question.

Y/N had looked up, startled by his presence but not intimidated. Even then, at nine years old, she possessed a quiet confidence that fascinated him.

"Nothing's wrong with him," she'd replied defensively, stroking the cat's head. "He's just had a hard life. Dad says he's been through wars."

The cat had opened its good eye to regard Harry suspiciously, then promptly closed it again, seemingly unimpressed.

"What's his name?" Harry had asked, inching closer despite his mother's frequent warnings about ‘associating with the local children.’

Y/N had smiled then, a gap-toothed grin that transformed her entire face."Grumpus. Because he's always grumpy. But only on the outside."

She'd patted the ground beside her, an invitation Harry hadn't hesitated to accept. As he'd settled next to her, Grumpus had stretched one paw lazily across Y/N’s lap, extending it just far enough to rest against Harry's knee, a grudging acceptance.

"See?" Y/N had whispered conspiratorially. "He likes you."

Over that summer, and the ones that followed, Harry had spent countless afternoons in that clearing with Y/N and Grumpus. The cat had become a fixture in their secret friendship, a grumpy chaperone who tolerated Harry's presence with increasing degrees of affection.

When Grumpus died one winter, Y/N had written Harry a letter. The only communication they'd ever shared outside of summer. Just three lines in adolescent handwriting: "Grumpus went to heaven. Dad says he's not hurting anymore. I miss him."

Harry had kept that note hidden in his desk drawer, away from his mother's prying eyes. He'd never responded, afraid of her discovering their friendship, but he'd thought about Y/N and her beloved cat often that winter.

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Present day

The car hit a pothole, jolting Harry back to the present. He blinked, surprised by the clarity of the memory that had surfaced after all these years.

Grumpus. The cat he'd mentioned in the interview. The fictional pet that wasn't so fictional after all, but a ghost from their shared past. A past Y/N might not even remember, or worse, might remember all too clearly.

Harry pulled out his phone, typing a quick message to his assistant to stop by a pet shop on the way home. If he was going to fabricate a cat for their fake marriage, he might as well make it real. It would be easier than explaining why he'd invented one, especially one that echoed a childhood neither of them had acknowledged existed.

As London's elegant townhouses gave way to the exclusive neighborhood he called home, Harry rehearsed explanations in his mind, none of them satisfactory. How could he explain remembering something so insignificant from so long ago? How could he justify using that memory as a prop in their charade?

The car turned into his driveway, and Harry steeled himself for the confrontation that would surely follow. Some lies were easier to maintain than others. Some truths were harder to deny.

Harry spotted the familiar white van with tinted windows parked in the circular driveway—the mobile glam squad had already arrived. He checked his watch: 4:15 PM. Right on schedule.

The driver pulled up behind the van, and Harry took a moment to compose himself before exiting. His hand hovered over his phone, checking one last time that his assistant had understood his cryptic message about a pet store. The response was, a simple thumbs-up emoji, provided little reassurance.

"Thanks, Steve," he nodded to his driver as he stepped out of the car. "I'll text when we're ready to leave for the gala."

The front door opened before he reached it, revealing Micah, the head of his styling team. A slender man with electric blue hair and impeccable taste.

"There he is!" Micah exclaimed, ushering Harry inside with dramatic flair."We've been transforming your wife into absolute perfection, and now it's your turn, darling."

Harry glanced around the foyer. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs, final touches with Anya," Micah replied, already steering Harry toward the guest suite they'd converted into a styling space. "You'll see her when you're both ready. More impact that way for the photos."

It was standard procedure for high-profile events—separate preparations, then a "reveal" moment that would appear spontaneous but was actually carefully choreographed for maximum effect. Tonight, however, Harry found himself strangely impatient with the ritual.

"How much time do we have?" he asked, allowing himself to be guided into the chair before a portable lighting setup.

Micah consulted his watch. "Car's scheduled for 6:30. Plenty of time to make you devastating."

As the team descended upon him—one person addressing his hair, another laying out clothing options, a third preparing skincare products—Harry found his thoughts drifting upstairs to where Y/N was undergoing a similar transformation.

Had she even seen the interview? Would she mention the cat? The children question?

The sound of female laughter filtered down from upstairs. Y/N and the makeup artist sharing some private joke. The sound was so genuine, so unlike the careful politeness she usually maintained around the house, that Harry felt an unexpected pang of... something. Not quite jealousy, but exclusion perhaps.

"Heard your interview went well," Micah commented, applying some product to Harry's hair. "The studio audience was apparently eating out of your hand."

"Just did what I always do," Harry replied with practiced modesty.

"Mmm, and Sophie says the clips are already trending. Something about a cat?" Micah raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with Harry in the mirror."Didn't realize you two had a pet."

Harry maintained his composure, though he felt a flicker of unease. News traveled fast in their circle—too fast sometimes.

"Recent addition," he said smoothly. "Y/N's always wanted one. We just keep him in a room in situations like these because he likes to…jump all over the place. Knocking things down."

Micah didn't look entirely convinced but was professional enough not to press further. Instead, he directed Harry's attention to the suit options laid out on the bed. There were three nearly identical black tuxedos with subtle differences only fashion insiders would notice.

"The Tom Ford," Harry decided, pointing to the middle option. "With the gold cufflinks to match Y/N's dress."

As the team helped him dress, Harry's mind continued to race. The evening stretched before him. Hours of performing their loving couple routine, answering questions about their relationship, smiling for cameras. Usually, he viewed these events as necessary obligations, part of the business of being Harry Styles.

Tonight, however, felt different. The fictional cat, the memory of Grumpus, the question about children, all of it had knocked something loose inside him, a small avalanche of complications in what should have been a straightforward arrangement.

By the time he was fully dressed, hair styled to perfect dishevelment, face subtly enhanced to photograph flawlessly under any lighting, Harry had still not formulated a plan for addressing the interview with Y/N. Perhaps, he thought, it would be best to say nothing at all unless she brought it up first.

Micah stood back, assessing his work with a critical eye before nodding in satisfaction.

"Absolute perfection," he declared. "Now, let's see if your wife is ready for the big reveal."

The rhythmic click of heels against marble drew Harry's attention to the grand staircase. He turned, adjusting his cufflinks, a nervous habit disguised as a casual grooming gesture.

His breath caught involuntarily as Y/N descended, transformed by the styling team's artistry. Her hair cascaded in soft waves over one shoulder, the tones accentuated by the soft lighting of the foyer. The dress—a floor-length gold gown that shimmered with each movement—hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric catching the light like liquid metal. She possessed a natural beauty that needed little enhancement, but tonight, with her eyes dramatically lined and her lips painted a subtle rose, she looked absolutely ethereal.

Harry found himself momentarily speechless, aware of Micah and the team watching expectantly for his reaction. This was the moment, the performance of an adoring husband seeing his beloved wife in all her finery.

Yet something about her appearance had caught him genuinely off-guard. Perhaps it was the way the dress highlighted the elegant length of her neck, or how she carried herself with quiet confidence despite her youth. Or maybe it was the realization that in their four months of marriage, he'd never really looked at her—truly looked at her—without the filter of resentment coloring his perception.

Harry stepped forward as she reached the bottom of the stairs, his public persona sliding into place with practiced ease.

"You're breathtaking," he said, his voice low enough to seem intimate despite their audience.

He extended his hand to her, aware of the photographer discreetly capturing the moment from the corner of the room. These photos would be "leaked" to select media outlets—"exclusive behind-the-scenes glimpses" of their perfect marriage.

Harry's fingers brushed against hers, the contact sending an unexpected current up his arm. Her skin was soft, warm, and he found himself tightening his grip slightly, as if anchoring himself against some invisible tide.

For a brief moment, as their eyes met, the facade fell away. There was no pretense in his gaze, just genuine appreciation and perhaps a flicker of something more complex. It was a silent acknowledgment that despite everything, she truly did look stunning tonight.

Then the moment passed, and Harry's mask slipped back into place, though not quite as securely as before. He raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. A gesture calculated to please their audience while maintaining a respectable distance.

"Ready for our grand entrance, Mrs. Styles?" he asked, offering his arm with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Ready” she says, taking his arm with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. 

Around them, the styling team exchanged pleased glances, satisfied with the picture-perfect couple they'd created. None of them noticed the slight tension in Harry's shoulders or the careful way Y/N balanced her weight, as if preparing to step back at any moment.

The evening's performance had begun, and both players had taken their positions. Yet something had shifted subtly, a crack in the carefully constructed wall between them that neither had anticipated.

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A/N: At this rate, I'll be posting the whole thing by the end of the day, lol. What do we think? thoughts? questions? Feedback?

I’d love to know if there’s a specific part you liked (can you tell l like validation?)

Taglist: @mysunflowerposts @lydiasfalling @panini @ell0ra-br3kk3r @donutsandpalmtrees

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[mrsnegan]

Daddy's home | Round I

Pairing: Billy Butcher x f!Reader x Joe Kessler (The Boys)

Read part II here.

Summary: Billy comes home to a surprising view.

Warnings: smut, threesome, fingering, pussy slapping, edging, lots of fluids, spitting, voyeurism, daddy!kink, sir!kink, m!masturbation, m!oral, lots of swearing, degradation but also praise, unprotected p in v, creampie, facial, mentions of anal, overstimulation, no aftercare

A/N: I can't help it, Billy and Joe have me all drippin'. 🥵 Let's pretend this right here is canon. 😉

"Don't break her, Kessler."

Billy Butcher's voice is deep and laced with mischief. You try to open your eyes, but Joe Kessler's fingers, deep inside your quivering pussy, make your body react on its own.

"Nah, not done with her yet. Though she likes it rough, doesn't she?" he asks and you can feel him grin against your shoulder. He retreats his fingers from your hole and lands a couple of quick slaps against your already puffy lower lips, a few of them grazing your clit.

You should be ashamed of yourself for liking his treatment, but your moans betray you.

"See? All slippery and fucking shaking in my lap."

You are on full display, naked from the waist down, top pulled down to expose your breasts. Each of your quivering legs is draped over Joe's strong thighs, his trousers already pooling at his ankles, cock trapped between your bodies. He already edged you for what felt like forever, leaning back into the armchair as if he would do this every day.

"I see," you hear Billy now, footsteps getting closer and closer. "Why the fuck did you start without me?"

Joe laughs against your skin, fingers dipping back into your heat.

"Well, Billy, I greeted her with 'Daddy's home' and she practically dropped to her knees to suck my fat dick. Who could let such an eager little slut wait?"

His fingers pumped faster and faster inside of you, heel of his palm meeting your clit.

"Didn't let her cum though."

You could feel it, the heat travelling through your veins, the unmistakable feeling of euphoria, but as soon as you begin to spasm around Joe's fingers, they are gone again. Instead, he lands one rather harsh slap against your folds, making you whimper.

"Only good sluts get to cum and you, baby? You didn't earn it yet." He playfully bites into you shoulder, soothing the mark with his tongue.

"Go show Billy some love. He dealt with those motherfucking supes all day. Bet he needs some good and slick pussy to calm the fuck down. Or your pretty little mouth."

With fluttering lids you open your eyes, trying to blink away soft tears of sheer pleasure being robbed from you right at the edge of oblivion.

"There she is," Billy whispers with an outstreched hand. "C'mere."

With aching bones you climb from Joe's lap, taking his hand and dropping to your knees in front of Billy who looks at you with dark eyes.

"What a view to come home to." With a sinister smirk he opens his belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans.

"Hands behind your back, sweet thing," he instructs, letting go of your hand.

You do as he says, waiting for him to feed you his length. When he pulls down his jeans with his underwear, you moan lightly at the side. He's hard already, big and veiny, ready to claim your mouth.

"Open up for daddy," you hear Joe behind you. He must have taken off his trousers and the rest of his suit too because when he steps behind you, you can feel his skin on yours. He collects your hair into a makeshift pony, forcing you to tilt your head backwards.

Opening your mouth as wide as you could, tongue sticking out, you look up at him through your lashes. He spits into your waiting mouth, making you groan and shift from side to side, searching for some friction between your aching thighs.

"Swallow."

You do as he says, bathing in his proud grin.

Without further words, he guides your head to Billy's cock, pushing you down, down, down until you gag around his length.

"Fucking shit," Billy mutters, head thrown back in bliss.

Joe pulls you off his cock. You gulp down air before he presses you down again.

"Here buddy, she's yours. Need my hands to rub one out if you don't mind," Joe says, letting go of your hair.

"Motherfuckin' perve." Billy laughs out of breath, his fingers sinking into your hair, fucking himself into your mouth with shallow thrusts.

"Oh c'mon, who walked in on us having a little fun and wanted to get that dick wet too?"

"Couldn't resist when you offered her like this. Eyes open baby, want to see you."

Your nails bite into the flesh of your thighs while you look up at Billy who fucks your face faster and faster, eyes wild with a burning desire. Your eyes water from the intrusion, it's hard for you to keep them open. The noises you make are nasty, spit dripping from your mouth while Billy uses you to get himself off.

"Yeah, just like this," Billy groans before pushing you away from him some moments later. Your lungs are burning when you suck in the much needed air. He fists his cock with hard tugs before he paints your face in his pearly white spent, some of his come landing on your waiting tongue. You close your eyes and swallow as much of it as you can. "Good fucking slut, damn...fuuuck. Look at me."

"T-thank you, Sir," you breath, voice coarse and needy when you look up at him.

"There he is!" Joe hollers behind you. His gaze meets Billy's after some seconds. Joe still fucks his fist, spitting into the palm of his hand. "Now she looks like the cockslut she is. Good fucking job, Butcher. Mind if I make a mess of her too?"

Billy laughs at his friend, shaking his head in amusement. "Go ahead." Then he looks down at you. "Tell him what you want, baby."

With shaking legs and burning knees, you turn around to Joe. You feel Billy's come running down your face. It should scare and embarrass you but it makes you clench around nothing while you look at the older man with desperation.

"Please...please daddy, fuck me."

Joe chuckles amused, hand still stroking his cock. "She does have manners after all. C'mere, baby, you still remember how to take a seat on daddy's lap, don't you?"

His words make your cheeks burn, but you obey, of course you do. On wobbly legs you make your way over to Joe. When you want to straddle him, he tuts and motions for you to turn around. "Remember, we wanted to give Billy a show. Let him see how goddamn wet your pussy is from him cumming all over your face."

"Yes, daddy," you babble while you climb on top of him again, your back to his front, legs draped over his thighs.

His cock rubs through your sodden folds before he enters you with one swift thrust, pushing you down onto him.

"Fuuuck," you wail, feeling so incredibly full.

"Can't get enough cock, can you? Little cockslut needs to be stuffed," Joe whispers against your ear while his hands guide your hips up and down.

"What a damn nice view," Billy says while he sinks down into the sofa opposite the armchair. He doesn't bother to put himself away nor cleaning his own cum from his hand. He just looks at your quivering form and where Joe drives himself into you again and again. "Make her squirt for me. Like old times."

Joe laughs behind you, one of his hands returning to your pussy. He rubs you in tight circles, his cock filling you perfectly.

"You want to cum all over me, baby? I can hear it already. Ask him. Go on." He slaps your pussy again, the wet sounds obscene in your own ears.

"Fuuuck...Billy, please....may I....fuck- may I come please? Please Sir. Need to..."

"Cum baby, cum all over him."

As soon as Billy's rough voice travels to your ears, you errupt. Joe slips out of you while your orgasm takes over your whole body. Spurts of clear liquid hit the carpet between your shaking legs. Joe doesn't relent, his fingers keep on rubbing and slapping your pussy, the wet sounds and your moans drowning out everything else.

"Fucking shit, baby, such a perfect slut," Billy praises, though you can't hear a thing, your mind is somewhere else entirely.

When you sink against Joe bonelessly, he guides himself back into your used channel, fucking into you with abandon.

"Fuck yes, baby, take my fucking cum." His thrusts border on painful, but you don't mind, not really. You still leak around his length with every inch he feeds your pussy. When he finally cums, he moans loudly, pressing your oversensitive body down into his lap, holding you there while he pumps you full to the brim.

"Damn," you hear Billy's voice, somewhere far, far away. "You think she can handle her asshole stuffed too?"

Joe's laugh is deep and full of mischief. He lifts your body from his cock, observing his cum slowly trickling down your wet thighs.

"Let's find out."

[cheralith]

characters ; chigiri hyoma || contains ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, period mention (not towards reader) word count ; 1k

on a good twist on the calm bf x emotional gf trope, chigiri asks you if he's "moody."

you slowly turn your head towards him with a little too tight of a smile and ask him why the sudden question. chigiri frowns and gives a huff, whipping his head away from you. "oh, so you agree?"

you hold back a laugh and touch his arm gently. "no, i'm just wondering why you're asking," you say simply.

your boyfriend sighs and turns back to you, his lips pursed with mild annoyance. leave it to stupid bachira to find dumb trends on tiktok and force everyone to do the "we listen and we don't judge trend" that's been circulating around to shake some tables. some obvious ones were thrown around, but when it got to chigiri's turn, isagi hesitated for a bit before saying,

"well... there was a time that i thought you were a girl that somehow made it to blue lock... and i thought you were really moody because i thought you were on your period or something..."

everyone except for chigiri (and rin, obviously) had burst out into laughter. while he was used to people referring to him in female terms because of his effeminate features, what stood out to him the most was that people had agreed that he was rather the more slightly impertinent of the bunch. he doesn't try to be such, but it's not his fault that sometimes people just annoy him.

he sighs, flopping himself over the kotatsu you and him are under to shield away from the winter air. "some of the guys think i'm a bit of a diva, apparently."

you stay silent, giving another tight-lipped smile while raising your brows. "did they now...?"

"you don't think i'm like that," chigiri faces himself towards you, a slight wrinkle in his brow and a quiet pout on his lips. "... right?"

you open your mouth, trying to think of what to say to comfort him that wouldn't simultaneously lead him into an oblivion that would misguide him. you love your boyfriend very dearly, but even you agreed that he was prone to making some remarks towards those that would strike a nerve to him. you were sometimes victim to his sharp-tongue, though you don't really give it much thought, knowing his unique attitude is what made you so drawn to him in the first place.

"welllll..." you drag as your eyes pull themselves away from his gaze. you were a terrible liar, but you still try to soften the blow anyways. "sometimes, you can be a little..."

chigiri's stare hardens. his lip juts further out, as if he's testing you.

"... emotional," you finish with a tight throat, your smile still plastered firmly.

a thick swallow passes through your throat, the words you just said a little sour on your tongue. you didn't really like telling him the truth, but lying to him wouldn't really do him any good either. chigiri stares at you for a moment longer, digesting what you said, before his eyes soften.

"you think i'm emotional?"

he asks the question so soft, so sad, it squeezes your heart and a guilt seeps itself within it.

"i..." you start, panic bubbling within you as you try not to break at your boyfriend's woeful face.

chigiri knows that sometimes he can have princess-like antics, since the nickname doesn't just stem from his appearance. he knows he's quick to roll his eyes and mark out another player's fault, but those moments don't matter as much as how he acts with you.

his mind races, trying to think of times in which he's shared the same sentiments with you without meaning to. chigiri cherishes you in a way he's never felt about anyone, so the mere thought of accidentally striking a chord in your heart by his quick wit makes his ego falter a bit. the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt you and not even know it, since you have a bad habit of suppressing things.

"did i do something to you to make you think that i'm like that?" chigiri asks.

"um," you fiddle with your fingers and look down to distract yourself. "n-nothing that i can recall recently?"

"you're lying," he retorts flatly.

"am not!"

"you and i and literally the entire country of japan know that lying isn't really your strong suit," he says, his eyes rolling. chigiri suddenly slaps a hand over his mouth, realizing he had just done it again without even thinking. "shit, i'm so sorry... i did it again, didn't i?"

"no, no, it's okay," you comfort as you grab his hand in between your own two grasps. your thumbs ease over the back of his in an attempt to soothe him. "i should've been more honest. i won't lie and say you don't have your moments but—hyoma, look at me, please?"

you gently grab your boyfriend's face to make him share your gaze. the disappointment in his eyes is still embedded within the fuchsia pools that you just find yourself swimming in so often, and you want nothing more than to filter it out.

"you just state your mind," you murmur softly. "i don't think that's a bad thing at all. i liked how honest you are, and that's one of the reasons why i was so drawn to you before we started to date. not many people can show that sort of integrity without second-thoughts."

chigiri's eyes widen at your words. his body goes limp when you caress his cheekbones so tenderly as you push away some stray hairs out of his face so you can look at him clearly.

"maybe some people don't like it, but i sure do," you giggle, flashbacking to when he'd gossip with you about bypassers on the street just to make you laugh. "sharp wit is attractive, y'know."

he settles himself in your hold, just letting himself breathe into a moment between you and him. vulnerability is hard to face and it's another thing to face it head-on, but what chigiri loved most about you was to make up for the lack of creating a false guard, you're able to keep things upfront and personal with him when needed. honesty is crucial to him, and he sighs out of relief, giving you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose as a thank you for easing his nerves.

the guilt from earlier now spilling away from within him, your assurance brings him back to a peace chigiri only feels with you.

[giselleloversclub]

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A RED VELVET CUPCAKE , A HALLOWEEN PARTY AND A PUNISHEMENT @locationeocity

A red velvet cupcake creates a promise between you and Haechan, and a Halloween party(and it’s consequences) brings you two closer than ever. Between scrubbing up dirty plates at the school kitchen and your study sessions at the library, you start to get fond of each other. 

pure blood slytherin haechan x muggleborn gryffindor reader

word count : 12k

personal fav

WE HAVE A PROBLEM @sehunniepotwrites

word count : 714

STARS AND COOKIES @cuteissei

fluff

personal fav

AMORTENTIA @jishyucks

Donghyuck, a bored Slytherin, decides to use Y/N as a test subject for a love potion. What happens when Donghyuck starts to actually fall in love with her while she’s under the potion’s spell?

slytherin haechan x gryffindor reader

word count : 2.7k

BETTER THAN WORDS @jaeminzie

finally taking his friends’ advice, the not-so-cunning donghyuck finds a way to show his profound feelings toward his respectfully patient herbology partner.

word count : 2.2k

PAPER HEARTS @mydominions

slytherin haechan × ravenclaw reader

word cout : 1.3k

"YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL" KISSES @softrenjunnie

slytherin donghyuck, ravenclaw reader

word count : 0.7k

part of the 21 kisses serie

DETESTER @planetjisungie

enemies to lovers, you and donghyuck had always just hated eachother. you dont know when it started, or why it started but it was starting to get annoying.

slytherin haechan x gryffindor reader

GETTING THE DATE @kpophogwartsaus

word count : 1.9k

WHEN THE DAY MET THE NIGHT @blossom-hwa

fluff

POTION CLASS @kpophogwartsaus

donghyuck x ravenclawn gn reader

word count : 3.1k

GOOD GIRLS @starryhyuck

donghyuck thinks you’re the most perfect, little goody-two-shoes head girl who’s ever walked the halls of hogwarts. that is, until he finds out you’ve fucked na jaemin in the back of the library.

slytherin donghyuck x ravenclaw reader

smut

word count : 4k+

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NA JAEMIN

DEDICATION @danishmiilk

na jaemin dedicated his quidditch win to you for no obvious reason. at least, not until he asks you “do you trust me?” and well, do you?

word count : 1.4k

bestfriends to lover au

OBLIVIOUS ,PT2 ,EPILOGUE @misfitneo

they’d tell you ‘all’s fair in love and war’, although erasing all the love for you from na jaemin’s mind seems too cruel to be fair.

slytherin jaemin x reader

word count :  7.7k 

personal favorite

TRANSFIGURATION NOT TRANSACTION @butterbeeryuta

NEWTs are on their way to mentally destroy 7th year students, and of course, everyone is panicking— except for Na Jaemin who is probably still drinking his coffee. With his relaxed state and unwillingness to study, McGonagall begs you to tutor Jaemin before it's too late, and boy, are you something.

smau

hufflepuff reader x gryffindor jaemin

UMBRIDGE'S DETENTION @najaeminbabyboyculture

slytherin jaemin x gn reader

personal fav

OF AMPHIBIANS AND NICKNAMES @hirokari

slytherin jaemin x hufflepuff reader

word count : 0.6k

CHILL KILL @starryhyuck

na jaemin has asked you out every year since you came to hogwarts. maybe this is the year you’ll say yes.

slytherin jaemin x hufflepuff reader

smut

word count : 10.3k+

WHAT DO YOU DESIRE @jaeminzie

a single tutoring session to help a failing na jaemin earned you a ticket to receive whatever you want. so what will it be?

word count : 2k

CUDDLE WITH ME @blizzardfluffykpop

Yule ball?

GOODBYE KISSES @softrenjunnie

word count : ~1k

part of the 21 kisses serie

HOT DOG @planetjisungie

jaemin practices a transfiguration spell on a pencil that goes slightly wrong. okay, maybe very wrong.

hufflepuff jaemin x ravenclaw reader

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ZHONG CHENLE

AMORTENTIA @dreamyyang

The strange scent that Chenle encountered during his Potions class led him to you. Good thing it wards off Wrackspurts.

I STILL HATE YOU @kpophogwartsaus

slytherin chenle x ravenclaw gn reader

enemies to lovers

word count : 3.5k

WANDS AND POTIONS @itsthe-neo-zone

slytherin chenle x gryffindor reader

Years after the demise of he who must not be named, and the termination of the out-breaking war in Hogwarts had been resolved. the institution was reopened for the future and safety of wizards and witches across the world.

Although Voldemort is now no longer and everything has been commonly safe, the past decade had passed issues have not ceased to exist between families or districts of people and the wizardry world was eerily peaceful.

Though much after the Battle and the Second Wizarding War things haven't fully stopped, another legacy was to be fulfilled and tensions were rising. From discrimination in the ministry, hidden secrets and high stakes in the world of Witches and Warlocks times were at a new low and worst than ever.

Young Selene had received the enrollment letter in the living room of her ancient, musky cottage home off the coast, one humid night in autumn, that one envelope had altered her whole life completely.

Her life was going monotonously well, nothing exciting. That's until she meets the unconditional polar opposite, her 'supposedly' arch nemesis and the snake adorned in emerald robes. What will her life turn into now?

"WE CAN'T DO THIS" KISSES @softrenjunnie

slytherin chenle x gryffindor reader

wordcount: 1.6k

part of the 21 kisses serie

EUNOIA @planetjisungie

you aren’t particularly liked in slytherin by the purebloods for either being muggle born or due to your happy friendships with the people in the other houses and chenle tries to hate you like they do, he really does.

slytherin chenle x slytherin reader

MORNING LETTERS @jenonctcity

gryffindor chenle x hufflpuff reader

word count : 1.2k

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PARK JISUNG

GRYFFINDOR JISUNG X RAVENCLAW READER @seungmvnnie

word count : 1.5k

FISRT KISSES @softrenjunnie

ravenclaw jisung x ravenclaw reader

word count : 1.4k 

part of the 21 kisses serie

PAIN BUT MAKE IT BEAUTIFUL @planetjisungie

hufflepuff quidditch player jisung x ravenclaw reader

personal fav

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SERIES

NCT DREAM AND THE HOGWARTS SERIE @taeghi

Y/n, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await for your owl by no later than 31 July.

smut(mdni) angst and some fluff

HOGWARTS DREAMS AT NIGHT @imnotjaesblog

smut (mdni) angst fluff

A HOGWARTS COLLECTION @nczennie

Ravenclaw Renjun, Hufflepuff Jeno, Slytherin Haechan, Slytherin Jaemin

fluff angst smut (mdni)

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finn comforting and praising thick!reader while they fuck n hes so soo rough while he talks her though it hhhfhhfhfhshs ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

can i be ur 🍥 anon :oo

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𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 & 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 | afab!reader, creampie, curve fetish, praise, spanking

Love Note From Zee ;;

welcome to the filth fam, 🍥 nonnie!

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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