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[cumironi]

warning. fem! reader, daddy kink! toji, fingering, degrading, you give him viagra.

toji fushiguro has never felt this way before in his life. he’s always been a sexually charged man— always had a high libido, but this? this is becoming ridiculous. he’s not sure what the cause of it is, but he’s sitting at his desk at work. his fingers mindlessly type away at the keyboard, hand fiddling with the mouse, but his thoughts are only on one thing.

why on earth is he feeling so hot? fuck, and why is his cock so hard? why are beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead? he glances at the clock feverishly, muttering a curse to himself as he realises he’s only two hours into an eight hour shift. fuck, what does he do? what does he do?

the first thing he can think of is you, grabbing his phone with slightly shaky hands as he opens up your contact and presses on the call button. he glances around, making sure nobody in the office is close enough to hear, and listens to it ring. the moment you pick up, you hardly get a greeting out before he’s hissing into the receiver.

“alright, ya’ fuckin’ brat, what’d ya do?”

your response on the other end is a stifled giggle and a denial of responsibility on your part. he curls his upper lip, knowing immediately that that laugh means you do have something to do with this.

“don’t fuck around with me, girl, i know it’s your doin’. now tell me, what did you do, why is my cock so damn hard right now?”

you let out another small giggle, shaking your head even though he can't see you through the phone. you lean back against your pillows, stretching out comfortably as you reply in a light, teasing tone. “aw, poor baby. having some... trouble down there?” you ask innocently, drawing out the last word for emphasis. you can practically picture the scowl on his face, which only makes you grin wider.

“maybe if you're a good boy and beg nicely, i'll tell youuu..” you trail off suggestively, enjoying the power you seem to have over him in this moment. a thrill runs through you at the thought of reducing such a strong, confident man to pleading for relie— and all from the comfort of your own bed, no less.

he grunts, rolling his eyes at your innocent act. how you think you can fool him, he doesn't know. maybe because you're so fucking young? whatever the reason, it's working. he feels his cock throbbing in agreement with your suggestion, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“beg, huh? alright then, princess,” his voice drops to a low purr, “on your knees for me, sugar. show me just how much you want to help your big bad toji.” he chuckles, shifting in his seat as he waits for your response. he knows you won't disappoint— not when there's fun to be had.

you smirk to yourself, quite pleased with how easily you've gotten under his skin. you sit up straighter, crossing your legs primly as you respond in a sweet, sing-song voice.

“ohhhh toji, you know i'd love to! but...” you draw out the word dramatically, “...i don't think i will. after all, i'm comfy right where i ammm.”

you giggle again, delighting in the frustrated noise he makes on the other end of the line. you can almost feel the heat of his glare through the phone, and it sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

“besides, didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to make demands? if you wanna play, you gotta learn some manners first,” you punctuate your words with a wink, even though he can't see it.

his eyes narrow, the annoyance clear in his gaze as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “well isn't that just fucking rich? demanding manners from someone who clearly hasn't learned them yet themselves.”

he lets out a huff, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. but despite himself, he can't help but smile at your antics. “fine then, brat. how ’bout this? how ‘bout i give you a little taste of what you're denying me?”

there's a pause as he takes a moment to adjust himself, the sound of rustling fabric filling the silence between you both. he clears his throat, his voice dropping lower still. “how ‘bout i take matters into my own hands instead?”

you bite your lip, trying to suppress the excited flutter in your stomach at his words. you can practically imagine the sight of those large, capable hands wrapping around his thick length, and it sends a wave of warmth pooling between your thighs.

“that sounds... tempting,” you admit, your voice dropping to match his sultry tone. “but i'm still comfortable here. and besides, i'm not sure how well you handle rejection...”

you let the implication hang in the air, knowing full well how much it would irk him. you can already picture the look of stubborn determination on his face— the same look he gets whenever he sets his mind to something.

he snorts, a hint of amusement lacing his voice despite the growing irritation. “rejection? from you? well, ain't that just a fucking shame. please, kid, you don't know the first thing about turning me down.”

his fingers drum impatiently against his thigh, the tension in his body palpable. “look, i'm giving you a choice here. either you get off that damn bed and come play with me, or i'll just have to find my own release. and trust me, it won't be pretty.”

there's a dangerous edge to his words, a promise of things to come if you continue to deny him. he's not used to being teased like this, and it's starting to grate on his nerves. but goddamn if it's not also turning him on more than he cares to admit.

you shiver at the threat in his voice, a thrill of excitement mixed with a touch of fear. you know exactly what kind of'release' he's referring to—and the thought of it has your core clenching with need.

“ohhh, I'm shaking in my boots,” you tease, trying to keep your voice steady despite the ache building inside you. “but you know what they say, baby... pride comes before a fall.”

you pause, letting the weight of your words sink in. “and honestly? i'm not sure i'd want to be around for the aftermath of your tantrum. seems like it might get messy...” you trail off, leaving the invitation open-ended. you're playing with fire, you know— but the thought of seeing him lose control, of witnessing the raw desire etched across his features, is too enticing to resist.

his patience snaps like a twig underfoot. “fuck it,” he growls, standing abruptly and pacing the room in agitation. “i‘ve had enough of your games, brat.”

he stops in front of the window, gazing out at the cityscape below as he tries to regain his composure. “listen up, kiddo. i’m coming over. and when i do, we’re gonna forget all about these silly little teases and get down to business.”

there's a finality to his tone, an unspoken command that brooks no argument. he's made up his mind, and now it's time for you to comply. “be ready,” he adds, his voice low and warning. “or else.”

your heart pounds in your chest at his declaration, a mix of anxiety and anticipation swirling within you. you quickly scramble off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud as you rush to prepare yourself.

“or else what?” you challenge lightly, attempting to mask the tremble in your voice. “you gonna spank me like a naughty child? or maybe you'll just have to punish me some other way...” you let your words hang in the air, suggesting all manner of punishments that send a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins. you know you're pushing him, testing his limits—but part of you craves the chaos that follows such reckless behavior.

he laughs, but there's no humor in it. “don't tempt me, girl,” he warns, each syllable dripping with barely restrained lust. “because believe me, when i get my hands on you, you won't be sitting down for a week.”

he hangs up without another word, leaving you staring at the phone in disbelief. seconds later, there's a sharp knock at the door, followed by the jangle of keys. he must have kept a spare set, you realize, your heart leaping into your throat as the door swings open and he fills the frame.

he looks pissed. and turned on. and maybe a little bit crazy. “hello, sweetheart,” he drawls, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him with a resounding click. “ready to pay for all that attitude?’

he stalks towards you, a predatory glint in his eye.

your breath catches in your throat as he approaches, the air charged with tension and expectation. you stand frozen in place, unable to tear your gaze away from the fierce intensity in his eyes.

“i... i don't know,” you reply coyly, tilting your head to the side as you feign innocence. “attitude's kinda my thing. what makes you think i'd want to change?” you take a step back, retreating until your back presses against the wall. the cool surface provides a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your flushed skin.

he closes the distance between you in two long strides, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head as he looms over you. his free hand finds your hip, gripping it possessively as he leans in close.

“oh, i‘ll make you want to change,” he promises darkly, his breath hot against your ear. “i‘ll make you beg for it, princess. i‘ll make you scream so loud the whole damn neighborhood will hear you.”

he punctuates his words with a rough grind of his hips against yours, the hard bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach. “sooo, what's it gonna be, sugar? you gonna be a good girl for daddy? or do i need to teach you a lesson?” his hand slides higher, skimming along your ribcage until his thumb brushes the underside of your breast.

a gasp escapes your lips at the contact, your nipples hardening instantly beneath the thin fabric of your top. you squirm against him, feeling the throbbing pulse of his arousal against your belly.

“i... i...“ you stutter, caught between defiance and desire. “daddy? who said anything about daddies.” your protest falls flat, though, lost amidst the haze of arousal clouding your senses. you arch into his touch, seeking more friction against your sensitive flesh.

“teach me then,” you whisper, a daring gleam in your eyes. “show me how a real man handles a naughty girl.”

a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. “with pleasure,” he purrs, his grip tightening on your hip as he pulls you closer. his other hand moves lower, slipping beneath your skirt to find your panties damp with anticipation. “seems like someone's eager for their lesson,” he taunts, circling his fingertips around your swollen clit.

he pinches the sensitive nub firmly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. but when none comes, he smirks. “good girl,” he murmurs approvingly, his fingers continuing their torturous dance.

“now why don't you show daddy how much you want this?” he coos, leaning in to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. “bend over and spread those legs nice and wide.” a whimper escapes you as his fingers work their magic, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. you're already so wet, so desperate for more of his touch.

“please,” you breathe, the word falling from your lips unbidden. “i need... i need...” you trail off, unable to articulate the overwhelming hunger consuming you. instead, you obey his command, turning and bracing your hands against the wall. you look back at him over your shoulder, your eyes hazy with lust.

“like this, daddy?” you ask feigned innocent, slowly bending at the waist and arching your back. you reach back with one hand to lift your skirt, revealing the soaked patch of fabric clinging to your ass. “is this what you wanted?” you purr, spreading your thighs wider in blatant invitation.

a guttural groan spills from his throat at the sight before him. “fuck yes,” he growls, stalking forward to press himself against your exposed rear.

his large hands cup your ass cheeks, kneading the supple flesh roughly as he grinds his rock-hard erection against your panty-covered cleft. “such a pretty little slut for me,“ he praises, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

without warning, he yanks your panties aside and plunges two thick fingers into your dripping channel. “god, you're so fucking tight,” he grits out, pumping his digits in and out of you at a brutal pace.

he curls them slightly, stroking that spot inside you that makes your knees buckle. “come on, baby,” he urges, his voice low and commanding. “ride my fingers like a good girl.”

a high-pitched moan tears from your throat as he penetrates you, your inner muscles spasming around his invading digits. the combination of pain and pleasure sends you spiraling into a frenzy of desire. “yes, yes, please!” you chant, pushing back against his hand shamelessly.

your pussy clenches greedily around his fingers, soaking them in your juices as he fucks you relentlessly. the sounds of your own arousal fill the room—moans, whimpers, the obscene squelch of his fingers moving in and out of your cunt.

“‘m going to cum,” you warn, your voice strained and breathless. “if you keep doing that, i'm going to cum all over your hand.”

a wicked grin spreads across his face at your confession, his thrusts becoming even more insistent. “then let go, sugar,” he encourages, adding a third finger to stretch and fill you further.

he quickens the pace, driving into you with a relentless rhythm designed to push you over the edge. “let me see how much you love being fucked by daddy,” he taunts, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own growing arousal.

the sensation of his teeth on your skin only heightens the pleasure coursing through you, making your orgasm that much more imminent. “that's it, just like that, gooddd, ” he coaches, feeling your walls clench and flutter around his fingers.

a keening cry splits the air as your climax crashes over you, waves of intense pleasure ripping through your body. your pussy convulses around his fingers, milking them for every drop of satisfaction they can provide.

“toji!” you scream his name, the single syllable carrying the weight of your surrender. your entire world narrows down to the feeling of his hand inside you, coaxing every last tremor of bliss from your quivering frame.

gradually, the aftershocks subside, leaving you limp and panting against the wall. “fuck,” you curse weakly, trying to catch your breath. “what did you do to me?”

a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he watches you come undone under his touch. “just warming you up for the main event,” he teases, pulling his slickened fingers free from your spent pussy with a lewd pop.

he brings his glistening digits to his lips, licking them clean with a lascivious grin. “but we're not done yet, brat,” he says, his voice laced with promise. “it's time for daddy to get some attention.”

he steps back momentarily, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. his shirt follows suit, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest and abdomen. he unbuckles his belt with deliberate slowness, letting you take in the full extent of his arousal. “spread those legs wider,” he commands, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants.

a shiver runs through you at the sight of his bare form, his muscles rippling as he moves. there's something undeniably primal about seeing him like this, stripped bare and ready for you. a shaky laugh bubbles from your lips, still tingling from the aftermath of your orgasm. you glance back at him over your shoulder, taking in the sight of his naked lower half.

“like this?” you ask, parting your thighs even further, exposing yourself fully to his hungry gaze. “is this enough for you, daddy?”

you watch as he discards the rest of his clothes, his muscular physique on full display. the throbbing bulge in his groin draws your attention like a magnet, its size promising pleasures untold.

“are you going to fuck me now?” you ask, tilting your head to the side and giving him a coy smile. “because i really hope so,” you added, your voice dripping with feigned nonchalance. “after all, ‘m just a naughty girl looking to satisfy her daddy.”

a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, his eyes darkening with raw lust. “naughty girl indeed,” he agrees, prowling forward until he's standing directly behind you.

his hands roam over your hips, gripping your flesh possessively as he positions himself at your entrance. “but daddy has other plans for you,” he whispers, pressing the head of his cock against your drenched folds.

he gives a slow, measured thrust, sinking into you inch by delicious inch. “feel that, sugar?” he asks, pausing to allow you to adjust to his size. "that's just the tip."

a gasp tears from your throat as he finally fills you completely, stretching you in ways you never knew possible. the sensation of being so utterly claimed by him leaves you breathless, your mind spinning with pleasure.

“oh god,” you moan, clutching at the wall for support. “you're so big... always so big,” you trail off, lost in the exquisite agony of having him buried inside you. he doesn't move for several long moments, allowing you to acclimate to his presence. the tension coiling within you is almost unbearable, each beat of your heart echoing the throbbing pulse of his cock pulsating inside your clenching walls.

“move,” you beg, finally finding your voice, “please, fuck me already.”

a smirk tugs at his lips at your plea, his hands tightening their grip on your waist. with a fluid motion, he begins to withdraw, only to slam back into you with bruising force.

each thrust hits deeper than the last, driving you further onto the edge of sanity. “like that?” he asks, punctuating his words with another punishing thrust. “does daddy feel good inside you?”

he sets a ruthless pace, fucking you with a precision that borders on cruel. every stroke sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body, lighting up your nerves like fireworks on the fourth of july.

“you're so tight around me,“ he growls, leaning over your back to whisper in your ear. “so wet, soooo perfect.”

a strangled whimper escapes your lips as he hammers into you, the sheer intensity of his movements threatening to reduce you to a quivering mess. the sound of your bodies colliding echoes throughout the room, a symphony of carnal desires.

“mhm, oh god yes,” you moan, bracing yourself against the wall as he continues to ravage you. “so bigggg, daddy.” you reach back to grab hold of his ass, urging him to pound into you harder, faster. the sensation of his thick length splitting you open is overwhelming, sending jolts of ecstasy shooting through your veins with every brutal thrust.

“i can't...” you pant, struggling to find the words amidst the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. “i can't hold on much longer...“

a surge of possessive pride courses through him at your admission, fueling his desire to claim you entirely. “hold on, sugar,” he grates out, his voice rough with lust. “daddy's not done with you yet.”

he pulls back slightly, only to ram into you with renewed vigor. the angle of his thrusts hits that sweet spot inside you, triggering an avalanche of pleasure that threatens to engulf you whole.

“come for me again,” he demands, biting down on your shoulder to mark you as his once more. “show daddy how much you want it.” he quickens his pace, his hips snapping forward with abandon. the slap of flesh against flesh grows louder, the sound mixing with your cries to create a lewd chorus of carnality.

a keening wail tears from your throat as he strikes that perfect chord within you, sending you spiraling toward obliviation once more. the coil of pleasure inside you tightens, ready to snap at any moment.

“toji!” you scream his name, your voice cracking with need. “i'm gonna—”

your sentence cuts off abruptly as your orgasm washes over you, tearing through you with the force of a tidal wave. your inner walls clamp down hard on his cock, milking him for everything he's worth.

“fuck! fuck!“ you sob, riding out the waves of your climax, “’m cumming, ’m cumming!”

a guttural groan rips from his throat as your velvety walls spasm around him, the rhythmic squeezing pushing him closer to the brink. “that's it, baby,” he praises, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “milk daddy's cock.”

he continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until it borders on pain. “such a good little slut,” he growls, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. he yanks your head back, forcing you to arch your spine as he pounds into you mercilessly.

with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. a hoarse shout tears from his lips as he finds his own completion, his seed spurting forth to paint your insides white.

the sensation of him filling you up, marking you as his, is indescribable. your entire body trembles with the aftershocks of your orgasm, your legs growing weak beneath you.

“oh goddd,” you pant, collapsing against the wall for support. “you're so deep... so full, daddy.”

the warmth of his cum flooding your womb sends another ripple of pleasure coursing through you, extending your high well past its natural end. you can't help but push back against him, desperate for every last drop of his essence.

you lean back against him, feeling his strong arms wrap around your waist. the warmth of his body pressed against yours, coupled with the lingering throbs of pleasure coursing through your veins, is simply heavenly.

a satisfied sigh escapes him as he slowly eases out of you, his cock slipping free with a wet pop. he turns you gently in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

“feeling better now, brat?“ he teases, his voice still laced with the remnants of his satisfaction. “or do you need some more of daddy's special attention?” he nuzzles into your neck, planting a series of gentle kisses along your sensitive skin. despite the harshness of their lovemaking, there's a tenderness in his touch that speaks volumes about his affection for you.

“you're amazing when you come undone like that,” he murmurs, his hands roaming over your curves with reverence. “always so responsive.”

a contented hum vibrates in your throat as he holds you close, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. the tender kisses he plants on your neck send pleasant shivers down your spine, a stark contrast to the intense passion of mere moments ago.

“i think i might need a little more,” you admit, tilting your head to grant him better access. “just to make sure all that pent-up energy is drained away properly.”

you thread your fingers through his hair, guiding his lips to the crook of your neck where you know he loves to suck and bite. “and maybe some cuddles afterwards,” you add, a playful glint in your eye. you press yourself even closer to him, savoring the solid warmth of his body against yours. your fingers finding his nipple, pinch the hardened bud in between.

a low chuckle rumbles in his chest at your request, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “cuddles, huh? you're really milking this ‘needy’ thing for all it's worth, aren't you?”

he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your gasp as his tongue delves into your mouth. the nip of his teeth on your bottom lip has you whimpering into the embrace, your fingers tangling deeper in his hair.

breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, pausing to suck a dark bruise into your skin before moving lower. “as for that pent-up energy,” he murmurs, his hot breath washing over your collarbone, “daddy's got just the thing.”

he drops to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he pushes them apart. “spread those pretty legs again for me, sugar.”

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀BELLY BULGE ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. size kink. praise kink. sub reader. belly bulging. creampie. breeding kink. overstimulation. toy usage. mirror sex. #summary : hazbin men fucking so deep to the point where they can see and feel the bulge on your belly from their dick! wow, and it turns them on further!! #note : greetings and salutations everyone! i'm back (kinda) from my long ass close-to-three-months hiatus. i'm so sorry for disappearing so suddenly, and thank you so much for 1k followers while i was gone! have this and a few other upcoming smuts while i figure out on how to finish the alastor fic :').

ʚ LUCIFER .

how many rounds has it been? you honestly lost count. your ability to recall memories from earlier tonight slowly slips out of your grasps with each deep thrust of lucifer's hips. the sole thing you're able to focus your mind on is the sensation that travels throughout your whole body every time he hits that one spot inside of you, the feeling of multiple fire spark burning through your nerves.

his breathing is as ragged as yours, his usual slicked-back hair now messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. your fingers fist the soft pillow supporting your face on the wide bed that you share, whimpers and cries being the only sounds that pour out of your sore lips. lucifer gives a moderate playful slap onto your bare hip, earning a small whine from you.

"such wonderful sight, look at you." his hand slides from your hip until his thumb reaches to stretch your flesh, revealing white streams of thick liquid rolling down from your pulsing hole to your inner thigh, an evidence of your partner's previous releases filling you up full. he watches the way his seeds spill out with every push of his hips, when his dick takes up the space inside of you instead and forcing the liquid to be squeezed out.

his tongue pokes out to lick his lips, his free hand once again moving forward to wrap its fingers around your neck firmly. with a soft hum, lucifer pulls your upper body up from the previous position, now having your back press against his chest. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the faint thumping of his heart through the layers of flesh.

you can barely feel your legs. they had gone numb from how long you've kept them up, the blood flow being reduced and now leaving you with legs that you can barely control by yourself. you gasp at the feeling of lucifer's length reaching deeper inside of you, the tip poking at places that you never knew one could reach inside of you. your hands moved by themselves and held onto whatever that can support your body on this new position, lucifer's ruthless thrust now increasing its pace without mercy.

he keeps a hand wrapped around your neck, holding you still while the other explores your body despite already left countless marks and touch on every inch of your body. your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder, moans and cries never stopped rolling off of your tongue as lucifer whispers sweet nothings into your ear. it was then he felt something he did not feel on your body before this.

curious, his thrusts slows down just a little as his eyes peek from beside your head, his hand caressing the bump that he feels on your stomach. he feels his breath hitch, realizing that the bump would poke out every time he thrusts into you. he feels heat spread all over his body, like he's growing aroused all over again despite the previous releases.

you hear him mutter something along the lines of 'you're so attractive' followed with a few curses. he harshly thrusts into you, digging his hips deep into yours while holding a hand of yours to the same area where your belly would bulge with every thrust. you feel the air of his breath hit your sticky skin as he snickers.

"be good and keep your hand here for me, yeah? we're going for a few more rounds."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"yes, keep going my dear. you're doing great." alastor's clawed fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips as you lower yourself further down onto his length. his words may sound like sweet praises, but his tone hides a hint of petty tease while he speaks. such an annoying demon he is, always teasing you by making you work yourself on him just so he could grab every chance possible to run that dirty tongue of his.

you grumble lightly, ignoring the smug look on his face as you pause your actions, earning a confused look from the demon laying below you. he allowed a short staring contest with each other until he got impatient with how badly he needs to feel your walls pulse around him. he mutters something incomprehensible, tightening his grip on you and forcibly push you down without warning to take in every single inch he has to offer.

your breath catches in your throat almost instantly, eyes widening in surprise and gradually rolling to the back of your head. alastor has an advantage, and he knows just how to use it in his favor. he chuckles at the sight displayed in front of him; you, the same person who had just tried to tick him off earlier now struggling to adjust to the size of his dick stretching you apart.

of course, he knew this is exactly how you liked him to play even though you never directly expressed it.

alastor completely retracts almost all of his length, leaving just the tip nestled in the warmth of your walls and watches you clench around nothing as if you're asking for him to fill you up again. your teary eyes glance down at him, unhappy at the fact that he's still playing tricks on you before letting him draw a loud moan from you with a sudden thrust of his hips.

your arms reach out to catch your body from the back, body leaning back. you struggle to keep yourself upright while riding him, your legs giving out easily as per usual. your hips rock along with his, your sweet spot constantly being stimulated because of how perfect this angle of position is.

alastor savors every reaction and sounds from you, his eyes twitching ever so often from how well you squeeze around him. the bulge on you belly catches his eye; his pupils shake with excitement, muscles pulsing at the delicious sight of the bulge disappearing and reappearing. his mind grows fuzzy from the strange enjoyment he never knew he had for things like this.

"ah, fuck." a clearly audible groan slips past his lips, his hips involuntarily buckles up as ropes of hot release paints your inner walls. his static voice seems to crackle slightly when he cursed which indicates that he feels good. really good. your heart jumps with excitement yet your body crumbles, the coil in your stomach snaps quickly after alastor's, pushing you into a moaning mess.

oxygen seems to have escaped his lungs as he pants for air, the back of his hand covering his eyes. the heat on his face is painfully visible even in the dark room you're currently situated in and the blurred vision you have from tears gathering around your eyes. you were about to move and cup his face to adore his blushing look before his voice rang through your ears, stopping you.

"ah ah, stay there now. keep putting on a pretty show for me. i'm still up for more of it, you see."

ʚ VOX .

"isn't the mirror perfect? my eyes never miss." vox laughs at his own playful comment yet his lustful eyes never left your reflection in the mirror. you advert your gaze from his hungry ones, unable to even properly look at yourself in the mirror without getting all flustered again. the clothes currently hugging your body is a sensual outfit that vox had specifically tailored for you, with the perfect size and design to his liking. anyone would be lying if they said you don't look luscious for eyes to feast on.

of course his comment wouldn't be on the mirror alone, it was mostly towards the outfit you're wearing. he hums, pulling your body closer to his till you're both tangled together in front of the big mirror, your back stuck to his chest. his lips sucks on the sensitive skin on your neck, kiss marks blooming all over like flowers during the spring season. hell, even the noises you make sound extra alluring tonight.

vox's hand slide down your body and presses firmly on your stomach, drinking in your whines as he presses on something bulging. bullseye. he recently discovered that you especially love it when he does this, and it also arouses him a ton.

"mm. you like that? wanna feel my dick from here while i fuck ya?"

a hard exhale leaves your lips as you nod, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing him to have total control over your body. he chuckles at the tightened walls around him before rocking his hips. moans spill out of your lips as he guides your hand to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he's going.

"eyes on the mirror, baby." you do your best to lift your eyelids and slide your gaze onto the big mirror set in front of you; vox's eyes glow like a hunter looking at its prey in the reflection, peering from your shoulder.

you question if it was the right choice to drag your lover out from the office he's always holed up in to shop at multiple stores today. he was reluctant at first, making up different excuses to stay in his office. 'i could just have them deliver to our doorstep, baby! we're rich as fuck, remember?' or 'another day, let me stay in today.'

if it wasn't because of how stubborn you were to drag him out even for a small walk, he wouldn't have agreed to go out with you and got a ton of stuff, including this mirror that's sitting by the wall, in front of the bed.

you feel immense embarrassment burning all over your skin from how you're completely displayed in the reflection for the both of you to see, yet your eyes lock with the demon's through the mirror. his smile is brutal. "there we go, now don't look away."

his merciless thrusts brought more blood rushing to your face along with shameless moans from you, followed by grunts that's audible to you from vox. your legs tremble, threatening to give out and the loud sounds of skin slapping gradually fills your head, cutting out the ability to comprehend anything in you.

your gaze fixates on the belly bulge that's painfully visible in the reflection, the sight only tightening the sweet coil hidden in your stomach. the demon groans at you squeezing around his length, knowing that you're enjoying this as much as he currently is brought him dangerously close to the edge. it wasn't long until the both you reach peak, vox pulling out just in time to witness the beautiful sight of his seed staining your inner thighs.

one thing's for sure, he definitely loves going on shopping sprees with you from now on.

ʚ VALENTINO .

work pissed him off. valentino always had a very short temper and gets ticked off by the smallest things at work the moment it doesn't goes the way he wants them to. and the easiest way for him to cool off? it'll either be a good smoke or dragging you to somewhere less busy for a quickie. perhaps both works as well, if he wishes for it.

your body presses up against the cold, hard wall as his breath tickles the back of your ear, his slippery tongue sliding and flicking around damping your earlobe. his actions are quick and rushed, yet somehow careful with everything he does to you by not going too rough on you.

his lower pair of arms slightly fumbles while undressing your lower body from how narrow the space is. you wanted to ask why didn't he choose somewhere with more space, but words stopped right on your tongue when he suddenly inserted his full length into you. you cursed and press your forehead against the wall hard, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure blooms in your stomach while struggling to breathe, adjusting to his size.

"relax a bit carino, you're gonna squeeze my dick off if you don't."

"doesn't help, val. that- fuck w-wait," valentino doesn't allow you to finish your complain, cutting you off with a rough thrust. your words turn into whines, nails digging into his arms that are wrapped around your trembling body. he carried on teasing you with irregular thrusts before pulling out fully, a mysteriously playful chuckle bubbling from his chest. you glance at him with a confused expression.

it wasn't long until you hear a familiar buzzing sound of a vibrator. he barely gave you enough time to process the information and question him, inserting the small toy deep inside of you. you gasp; the weird feeling of something vibrating inside of you made it hard for you to understand what to feel. it felt so weird to the point where it's pleasurable, something so unfamiliar yet a turn on.

"what the fuck are you- hey! that shit's still inside- val!" moans slip in between your words as valentino's length replaced his slender fingers inside of you, the tip pushing the vibrating toy deeper into your pulsing walls. choked moans are let out from your throat, the brimming tears spill from your eyes and down to your cheeks.

valentino pushes both of his fingers that were used to insert the toy into your mouth, muttering praises as you instinctively lick and suck on them. your tongue slips in between and around his fingers, coating it with your saliva while some spills out from the corner of your lips and rolls off of your chin.

he shows no mercy with his ruthless thrusts, the toy growing a weird pleasure in your stomach by hitting the perfect areas inside of you. with how deep it is, your belly bulges with every rough thrust of the demon. val whistles the moment he notices it, his gaze now only fixates on your stomach from above, admiring the bulge as his thrusts only grew harsher.

hell, even the size of his dick seems to be growing bigger while your velvet walls remained engulfing it. any thoughts regarding his work are now clouded and replaced with lust, yearning for more of you.

"know what? go on and cum for me, amor. we'll take this to the bedroom then."

© silas ( @silasours ). all rights reserved. every work posted on this account belongs to me, and only me. please refrain from reposting, plagiarizing, translating, or reproducing my work in any form possible.

[yourlipstogodsears]

Injured on Duty (Robby x Resident reader)

Summary: she’s one of his residents and works part time as an EMT, she gets hit by an ambulance as it drives off. So she ends up in PTMC.

As soon as the ambulance brings her in, Robby rushes to the trauma bay, his eyes scanning the patient chart. He sees her name and his world stops. He takes charge, barking orders at the nursing staff, "what’s the mechanism of injury?" He rushes to her side when the paramedics tell him she got clipped by an ambulance on duty.

she tries to sit up, “I’m fine. It’s just my shoulder”

His hand immediately presses down on her uninjured shoulder, pushing her back against the gurney. "Like hell you're fine! You got hit by an ambulance! Now lay. The. Fuck. Down before I sedate you!"

she laughs, “okay okay”

He narrows his eyes but can't help cracking a small smile at her laughter. "Only you would find getting clipped by your own company hilarious." He shakes his head as he begins examining her shoulder. "This is going to hurt like a bitch," he warns, probing gently.

she grunts softly as he touches the area of shoulder feeling it distended from the socket and the skin stretching “feels dislocated.. my shoulders dropped.”

His expression turns serious as he confirms his suspicion. "Yep, it's dislocated. I'm going to need to pop it back in." He looks into her eyes, trying to gauge her pain tolerance. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?"

“The strength of a thousand suns”

He chuckles softly, despite the tension. "Alright, drama queen. I'll take that as an eight or nine." He turns to the nurse standing by. "Get me a quick dose of morphine for pain management. We need to relax her before I reduce this dislocation."

she nods and smiles softly at Dr. Abbott who’s working with Robby today because they’re so short staffed, “does it have to be a small dose?”

Dr. Abbott raises an eyebrow at her question, smirking. Robby, however, fixes her with a stern glare. "if I give you a large dose, you'll be too relaxed and it'll make reducing the dislocation more difficult."

she sighs, “Robby, you are no fun”

He chuckles despite himself, adjusting the angle of her upper arm. "And you're a pain in the ass who can't handle pain like a normal person." Abbott hands him the morphine syringe "Stop complaining and let us do our damn jobs." He administers the morphine.

she relaxes, “you know what they say doctors make the worst patients. Med students are up there…”

He nods in agreement, his touch gentler now that the morphine is taking effect. "Too true. We know too much and expect too much." He positions her arm carefully, preparing to reduce the dislocation. "Alright, here we go. Try to stay still and breathe through it, okay?"

With a swift, practiced motion, he pops her shoulder back into place.

“FUCK- I HATE YOU!” she yells in pain, the entire ER could hear her.

Both he and Abbott burst out laughing despite themselves, with Robby gently pressing a cold pack against her shoulder. "I love you too, kid," he teases, trying to keep his tone light "Was that a nine on the pain scale? Or maybe a ten?"

she nods, “that wasn’t fun”

He smirks sympathetically, adjusting the cold pack. "No, I imagine it wasn't. But you're a trooper. Most people would've passed out or punched me." He smiles playfully, knowing she'll appreciate the dark humor.

“I thought about it”

Robby can't help but grin at her threat, shaking his head with amusement. "I'm terrified. Truly, you're a menace." He leans in conspiratorially, lowering his voice. "For the record, if you had punched me, I wouldn't have blamed you one bit."

“I’m well aware”

He laughs softly, adjusting her blanket to cover her better. "Of course you are." He pauses, his expression turning more serious. "you okay? Really okay? I know that hurts."

“You’re gonna be down a resident for a while if I gotta rest this shoulder. I won’t be able to work Thursday..”

His face falls at the mention of her missing work, a rare display of genuine concern. "Thursday? you can't even lift your arm without wincing. You're not coming in Thursday, or Friday, or possibly even next week." He sets his jaw, his protective instincts kicking in.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You know what? Don't even think about coming in until you're cleared by me. I mean it." He points at her sternly, but his tone softens almost immediately. "And don't give me that look."

“Always the protective one” she mumbles.

He rolls his eyes, trying to maintain his stern facade, but failing miserably. "Shut up. It's my job to be protective. Especially with my favorite resident." He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're supposed to be resting, not arguing with me."

(First time writing for Robby, not sure how I’m doing but I have more to make this a second part.)

[scap34]

Sub! Four-armed! Emperor! Heian!Sukuna x Top! Dom! Concubine! sadistic! male! Bratty! Reader

Patience is a Vice <3

warnings: oral sex, self degradation, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence and cannibalism

Summary: Sukuna took you in as a concubine. You were caught with servant.

Sukuna was going to run out of patience. 

He always did. 

Talkative men, desperate for his approval. Eager women, scantily dressed, vying for his attention. These were all common sights.

He accepted gifts from men with too much wealth and too little spine, indulged in the company of women all too willing to slip beneath his sheets in hopes of securing his favor.

But in the end, his patience snapped and he slaughtered them all. Leaving Uraume to clean up the mess. Lounging on his throne of massacred bodies. 

He was going to run out of patience with you too. 

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening!” A sharp tug on his hand brought him back to awareness. Your hand carded through his hair. Your pink lips pulled into an unhappy frown that bordered on a pout. 

“Pay attention to me! Can’t you tell I’m talking here?” You snapped at him annoyed. No one dared talk to him like that. Death would be a mercy for those pathetic fools, one they wouldn’t receive till it was too late. 

How dare a pathetic puny human like you, talk to him like that? 

Your hand yanked his hair harder. He winched slightly. “Got it?” He gave a brief nod. You sighed and loosened your grip on his hair. 

“Are you sure you can even do it?” You retorted, almost bored and questioning. Like he was incapable of it. He could snap you in half, gorge himself on your organs. Tear your spine out and rip your skeptical eyes out. 

Your foot brushed against his bulge. A low choked groan left his throat. 

“I can.” He replied gruffly, voice hoarse. You huffed, your lips pressed into a sulky pout,bored annoyance flickering in your eyes.

“You better. You killed my last one. Next time—”

“Shut up.”

His hands tightened around your thighs, a silent warning. Sukuna’s four eyes burned with fury, his brows knitting together in a storm of barely contained rage—fury that would have made any ordinary person wither.

But you? You barely reacted. Instead, you let out a grumpy huff, lips pressing into a pout.

Disobedient little mortal.

He could snap you in half, reduce you to nothing with a flick of his wrist. Compared to him, you were insignificant. And yet, you sat there, utterly unbothered.

“I’ll kill anyone else,” he shot back, voice edged with warning. “You don’t need them.”

“And why is that?” You challenged, yanking his hair without hesitation. A wince flickered across his face, quickly replaced by irritation. “And don’t cut me off!”

Sukuna should rip out your tongue for that. He should cleave your hand straight off, watch you choke on your own blood as he laughed.

Instead, he let out a low, disgruntled grumble.

“You have me.” 

Why was he letting you order him around? Why did he just let you do as you wished?   

You were his slave. The one he’d picked off the streets. Your fierce attitude and unbroken gaze despite your battered body inciting his desire to conquer. 

He’d taken you off the streets, saved you from being sold as a slave. And instead had made you his concubine. 

You were meant to serve him, kneeling at his feet, draped in silks that exposed your lithe body and adorned in chiming silver accessories. You should have been vying for his attention, desperate to please him, to remain in his favor.

It was you who should have been begging for his time, his touch, his attention. 

For all intents and purposes, you were. 

You were the one naked on the bed. Your unblemished soft skin on display. The soft slight curve of your stomach from a lavish lifestyle that he provided. Long slender limbs with the hints of muscle exposed, and bare for him.

So why was he on his knees for you? 

His towering frame, hunched down kneeling in front of you. His upper hands were resting on your soft thighs, the other pair, caressing your ankle and calf. 

“And how good are you? You haven’t made me cum once.” You retorted. Sukuna gritted his teeth. 

How dare you mock him? Did you think he did this often? He was the King of Curses. He didn’t make a habit of doing this with common, weak, pathetic humans.

You tugged your leg from his grasp. “If you can’t do it then send someone who can.” He was going to tear your heart out and eat it. 

His hand immediately held your fleeing leg. His warm, calloused hand wrapped around your ankle. His hand wrapped all the way around fingers touching. 

He could easily break your legs, sever your Achilles tendons. Make sure you never leave him, force you to crawl. 

You didn’t look phrased. Pretty lips curled down in annoyance, like he was dirt under your feet. 

His hand immediately loosened around your ankle. “I,” he forced the words to leave his mouth. “Can do it. Don’t leave.” It sounded like begging even to him. 

Your thighs flexed under his hold, and you tapped your chin, like you were thinking. Like the King of Curses, pleading for you. Begging to please you, make you cum, wasn’t enough to convince you. 

“Fine. Last chance.” You relented and shifted back into position. Your legs open, and spread, showing off your pretty cock. 

He was going to run out of patience one day and then he was going to kill you. 

He leaned closer. One hand reaching over to gently hold and rub your cock. The rest half holding, resting on your hip, and legs. He licked the tip all the way down, trying to mimic the way his other concubines pleased him. 

A soft moan left your mouth. The sound immediately perked him up. He could make you finish, and he would. 

He licked the head of your cock, and sunk down. He took you in fully, deep throating you, without gagging. The sounds that left your pretty lips, had him shifting, his own cock growing harder. Your hand instinctively yanked his hair, adding to his growing arousal. 

The King of Curses on his knees, sucking you off like a common whore. 

When you finally finished, he swallowed all your cum. The sticky sweet yet salty taste was so you,that he couldn’t help licking his lips clean. 

You were a sight to see in your ecstasy. Face flushed and loose limbed. You looked down at him, pupils blown and his hearts, the ones he swore were dead, thumped in his chest. The look in your eyes so close to desire, to something more, that he wanted. 

“Did you cum?” You were frowning at him now while examining him. The question had him pausing. Did he cum?

His bottom pair of eyes darted down, while he kept looking at you. His thighs in his loose trousers were slick with cum. Fuck. He did. He doesn’t even remember when. 

Your leg pulled from his grasp and foot pressed at his muscled chest. He should have you killed for this. Putting your foot on him, like he was less than you. 

“Nasty.” You tsked, at him, pushing him away from you with your foot. You were too weak to push him, but nevertheless he leaned back. 

Sukuna was going to kill you one day. Rip your spleen out and watch you beg for mercy. 

His hand curled around your ankle gently rubbing circles, as he leaned down and kissed your calf. 

“Don’t leave marks.” You ordered lazily, sitting above him without a care in the world. Lounging like you held the power.  Hands that had killed and destroyed, wrapped around your body. They didn’t hurt you, holding your body with a gentleness Sukuna didn’t know he could possess. 

He licked the patch of pale skin, tempted to skin his teeth into you. Leave his mark on your unblemished skin. Make you his. Not just in name, but in every way possible. 

He wanted you to want him, like he craved you. 

Like how he worshiped you. 

He’d burn the world for you and you knew that. You had everything at the tip of your fingers. No matter what you wanted, he’d bend over backwards to cater to you. 

Conquer you? You already had him twisted around your pretty fingers. 

“Sukuna,” your sweet, cruel voice called. “Get out of my room.” 

One day he was going to run out of patience and he was going to kill you. 

“Okay.” His voice was rough. He left a fleeting kiss on your soft thigh, hands brushing over your exposed skin, like they wanted to skin into your bones and stay. 

He pulled away, ignoring how his cock throbbed, already hardening again. Your eyes drifted down his muscular tattooed body. He wanted to preen, show him off to you. Incite your desire and make you come to him for your needs. 

Your burning gaze landed in his tented pants. You didn’t look bothered. Your beautiful eyes glimmered and your lips curled up in contempt. 

“And don’t call anyone over.” You were a cruel little thing. Denying him release using another, and not letting him indulge in you. His arousal grew, his stamina already recovering despite his latest orgasm. 

He shot you a glare, his jaw tightening before he gave a stiff nod. “Fine,” he muttered, reluctant but yielding.

You hummed, pleased. “Maybe I’ll call you back later,” you mused, tossing the words out like a bone to a begging dog.

He was a king, an emperor—worshipped, feared. People groveled for the chance to warm his bed.

And yet, here he was, hanging onto your lazy, teasing words, hunger coiling in his gut at the mere thought of you summoning him again. Like he was nothing but a cheap whore for you. A thing to warm your bed in the darkness of night. 

What could he do but nod, shifting slightly in a futile attempt to hide his growing interest? His body ached—for you, for your touch, for the sweet sounds of pleasure only you could give him.

For your cruel words and that maddeningly pretty face.

“Well? Get out.” 

Sukuna was not a patient person. But you made him feel more than anyone else. So it made sense you were the exception.

[webbluvrsugar]

i can only imagine how disgusting JJ Maybank is when you go to the beach…

cw: public fingering, nasty JJ, groping, soft voyeurism/exhibitionism, no use of y/n.

I can imagine him ‘volunteering’ to apply sunscreen on you, you guys aren’t dating, but you kinda are, you’ve been fooling around with him in secret because you’re a kook, he’s a pogue, your parents hate him, but you love him, you love the thrill, you love the way your heart beats when he walks in your room by your window, you love the way he gropes you in front of Rafe even when you tell him to not make it clear that you’re fooling around, but everyone knows.

You’re laying on your stomach at first, he squeezes the sunscreen right where he’s focusing — your ass, his hands go down to your flesh and spread the product on your cheeks, innocently at first, going down your legs with care rubbing and massaging it in, then back up your ass and that’s when he starts squeezing, he ignores your complaints and brushes it off as “‘M just making sure it’s well spread.” and you roll your eyes, tell him to move onto your back, he does, reluctantly.

“Turn around.” He says, velvet voice making you do anything for him, nibbling on his lip when he sees your breasts in that tiny triangle bikini, after a moment, he reminds himself of the task ahead.

He squeezes more sunscreen on your stomach, rubs it on, then upwards, his fingertips brushing underneath the fabric and touching the underside of your boob.

“Jayj! Stop that, everyone’s watching!”

You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Just making it so your skin is well protected, no-one’s even watching anyway, I could make it real quick, just pull those panties down and—“

“JJ!” You interrupt, slapping his hands away. “Just finish what you’re doing.”

He murmurs a bummed little “fiiiiiine.” before going back to what his doing, this time spreading onto the upper part of your chest, his hands slipping again to the inside of your bikinis, rubbing a thumb against your nipple and grabbing it on his hand, you whimper out a moan, cheeks flushing before you push him away.

“I’ll finish the rest.” You snatch the sunscreen away, he gives you a little pout, but lets it be.

By the end of the day, you’re laying against each other on the towel, your chest over his, his hand on your lower back, most people already left, only a few kissing couples remain on the beach, JJ sees that as an opportunity.

He drives his hand down, one finger slipping past your soaked swimwear, you whine as he fiddles with your clit, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Jay..”

You warn but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Shhh, I’m being discreet.”

Discreet. You could almost laugh.

“What the hell is discreet about fingering me on the—“

Your words are interrupted by a strained moan as he pushes a finger inside you, another one joining the first quickly as you grow quiet, your face nuzzling into his chest.

He curls his fingers and slowly thrusts them in and out, his other hand pushing your underwear over his fingers as if it would cover the lewd act, you’re reduced to a pity of quiet moans, and when he hits that spot you like, you can only let out muted ones, he sees that, scoffs and says:

“Finally got you to shut up.”

[lovegasmic]

⋆ DEGRADATION

ft. real form Sukuna Ryomen

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader ( there were no specifics so I took the liberty of choosing the reader ) be aware that he is really really mean, manhandling, choking, face n pussy slapping, big dick Kuna, unprepared unprotected sx, full nelson.

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NAVI ⁞ EVENT MASTERLIST

“filty slut” is the first thing your ears register upon blinking to dissolve the darkness surrounding you. it only took a minute from standing in front of Sukuna’s temple to finding yourself laying flat in some sort of way too stiff surface, with Sukuna’s one hand gripping your jaw painfully enough for you to wince and your lips to purse together, while the lower pair held your hips and waist tightly pinned down.

how you even managed to enter his domain was beyond Sukuna’s understanding, but one thing was for sure, you were ridiculously wet, “i can smell your cunt all the way up here” it’s a snarl coming from Sukuna’s lips, the mixture of pure lust, the wish to complete wreck and ravage you fought with the urge of punishment for defying him, “i’ve been watching you lurk outside like a disgusting thief, when in reality you just wanted to get that pussy fucked, didn’t you?”

“that’s not—” you attempt to talk through squished cheeks, only to be silenced by a sharp slap left on your cheek, making you wince.

“don’t talk back to me, brat”

noticing your lack of response or a will to fight back Sukuna smirks, unaware of the burn on your face due to being caught; he releases his grip on your sore face, “that’s better” he murmurs sadistically, letting his eyes trail down the form of your splayed body, although he wished to open your brain and find what secrets you held, there was something so addictive about the way your soft body trembled underneath him, in both lust and fear, after all it was you who wished for this outcome, often staring at the large man with dreamy sighs and heart eyes.

much like the first movement you arrived, your world spins again, this time by Sukuna’s rough hands turning you around, now noticing you were laying on some sort of wooden floor with bones scattered around, yet you barely get a minute to think before a hand is shoving you down, forehead against the ground, his other hand on your shoulder and the left pair ripping open the ankle length skirt you wore.

“fight back, bitch” Sukuna whispers, yet his words make the walls tremble, his breathing so close to your neck while his nose slides down the softness of your jawline, “flee before I claim your wet cunt, after all...” a hint of a smirk plasters on his face, “who am I to refuse a fertile, female body when presented so willingly in front of me, like a tribute to your king”

of course you won’t, embarrassed of Sukuna so quickly discovering your ruined underwear by the sharp nail ripping your clothes apart, but pretending you didn’t want him to absolutely ruin you was a whole lie, “that’s what I thought” he rumbles, sliding his knuckle quite roughly across your drenched slit though soaked panties, pushing against your clit multiple times until you were reduced to nothing but a moaning, squirming mess, “stupid bitch” his words die by the sound of your squeal, quickly followed by a loud, wet slap right where Sukuna’s palm connects with your cunt, repeatedly until your juices splattered around, “so fucking wet like a desperate whore”

tsk, “you don’t even need preparation with how much you’re dripping” he mutters, roughly squeezing your asscheeks and spreading them wide enough for you to mewl, eying at your pulsing, fluttering hole.

the upper set of arms reach up to press your clothed shoulders against the ground, forcing you to bend while one of the hands that weren’t on your ass, reached down to grasp his cock, repeating the slapping from his hand but now with his length, and just like that he’s shoving the fat, mushroom shaped head into your begging pussy, “S-sukuna!, it’s— oh god, s-so big, ugh!” you whimper, almost in a scream with your body pinned down and struggling to take cock.

“you asked for it, bitch” he groans, both turned on by the sight of your tiny pussy stretching to accommodate his whole size and utterly annoyed by your constant squirming, even under the strength of his four arms. and Sukuna is not patient, in merely a second you’re lifted off the ground, two hands cupping your thighs, the other wrapped around your neck and the remaining one guiding his impossibly big cock deep into your warmth again, completely impaling you with a swift movement.

“f-fuuck, n-no, it’s too much!” you scream brokenly, voice coming in gasps from the way Sukuna knocks the air out of your lungs by continuously fucking you in the air like a rag doll, your whole body tingling and on the brink of passing out with how much you’re cumming, unaware that you’ve been orgasming for a while now, coating the curse’s cock with your creamy substance and dripping onto the floor.

the sound is too lewd your moans are the only thing covering it, but Sukuna is not having it, “shut the fuck up” he groans, squeezing your throat a bit rougher until your eyes widen and pussy clenches, “let me hear your nasty cunt swallowing my cock” is what he says, and you wonder how he sounds so casual when you’re a mess of tears and drool, constantly squeezing his cock that’s only rewarded by a tighter squeeze on your neck, a slap on your thigh or clit and the tongue on his abdomen lapping on your lower back, no signals of stopping any time soon, but remember, it was you who wished for it.

[ohmy-gojo]

cuteness aggression moments (gojo, nanami) ෆ

gojo

— you were having a sleepover at his place

— which meant cuddling, binge watching digimon (forced), pillow fighting and baking sweets together

— satoru always has the upper hand in pillow fights (or literally any other fights but wtv) you were seriously losing so to make him distracted you suggested baking sweets (its the best distraction) to escape the ultimate teasing he would give you for losing. he lit up at the mention of sweets and off you were to bake

— ...which ended up in ANOTHER fight but this time instead of pillows it was flour😭

— after a long time the sweets were finally prepared, def not bc he kept trying to taste the unbaked dough

— so now youre in for another rewatch of digimon but this time with the sweets you both prepared!

— despite the hardships you had to go through for making those damned sweets, they tasted really good. which made you stuff them inside your mouth, cheeks puffed out

— satoru, invested in the tv reached out to the bowl to get another piece of sweet instead found nothing. he turned his head to you accusingly and ready to start another pillow fight saw your face looking like a chipmunk watching tv

— there goes his heart! reduced to a gooey mess

— why are you looking so adorable:( makes him want to eat you up

— and he did. he literally bit your cheek (softly)

— you SCREAMED (it didnt hurt at all) bc youre a drama queen like that. "OW OW OW WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!"

— "STOP BEING SO CUTE IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO BITE YOU THEN!!"

— you just threw a pillow at him.

— gojo is like "oh no she did NOT ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ"

— cue another session of pillow fight-turned into cuddle time (another way to distract him)

— god bless his neighbors

nanami

— he was back home after a long day at work, very tired.

— he just wanted to see you, kiss you and cuddle you. and maybe sleep too

— you literally charge him up with your presence alone

— he entered you both's shared home with a 'honey im home'

— normally in this part you would go "welcome back ken!!!" and come up to him running and jump on him to hug him, with him catching you swiftly and twirling you around

— but today you were nowhere to be found. did you go to sleep already?

— he entered your bedroom to find you very much awake

— and wearing his iconic clothes. the suit, tie and glasses. the full shabang

— you were admiring yourself in the mirror (bc you looked hella cute) and saw his reflection in the mirror "ken!! when did you come? i didnt notice!"

— when you turned to him expecting an answer he wasnt replying. you had a feeling it was bc of the clothes so you sheepishly asked him how you looked bc as cute as you looked they were really baggy on you

— meanwhile nanami was going through a dilemma. should he pull your cheeks and scold you for looking so adorable, kiss you or hug you first

— he snapped out and did all the things mentioned above in order

— "my love, please stop being so adorable. its not good for my heart."

— clicked silly photos of you acting like him on your request. photos which are going to the special album dedicated to you that he looks at when hes at work

[cyberm4n]

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 2!

(i tagged people who commented asking for part 2 but lmk if you want to be untagged)

pt1, pt3

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix

cw: explicit smut, not thoroughly proofread, lucifer has a daddy kink, still in a hinge type relationship, hints to radioapple if you squint

other: i wrote part of this while very high so if there's a random perspective change just know i was cooking so hard with writing that i forgot to write in 2nd person pov

■ let's be honest neither of them are particularly interested in the other halfs involvement in this equation

■ but it's incredibly hard to deny that they work well together with you in the bedroom

■ when they want to, of course.

■ so there's a silent agreement between them that they usually put their beef aside cause like. they have you atleast.

■ i think alastor would still want to be close though, so most often your head is laid in his lap or he's touching you somehow

■ but there is a VERY strict line of sight he follows because depending on what exactly is going on this position makes it far too easy for the two men to just be staring at each other and that is 100% a no go for them

■ which i mean, fair enough

■ lucifer does tend to get a little possessive on the rare occasion alastor decides he wants to participate a little

"oh sweetheart, daddy is making you feel so good, right?" he would coo at you as he bullies his cock into you again.

alastor, tilting your head back with his hand, claws scraping at the soft skin of your neck. a good portion of your upper body is laid out on him, his other hand pinning your arm down.

"eyes on me, darling" he'd say, only for lucifer to give a particularly rough thrust, trying to get your attention back.

the main ground rule you had set is that they were not allowed to bicker with each other during intimate moments, so after a whine escapes your throat the two set it aside. for now.

■ i feel like alastor is strictly a dom, especially considering most of the time he's not really physically participating

■ lucifer id say is more of a service top. he wants you to feel good and he wants to know how good you feel.

■ i think he'd bottom if you really wanted him too but like only if he gets to make you feel good yk

■ alastor does particularly enjoy watching lcuifer go down on you, seeing you writhe in pleasure and moan so sweetly is like music to his ears.

■ he'd love to broadcast this

■ there is sometimes alastor takes a complete backseat though

■ maybe he's not in the mood or just wanting a different angle

■ so that's how you ended up riding lucifer while alastor gleefully watches from a chair beside the bed

"s'ok princess, you can do it" lucifer would say, hands on your hips as he guides you down on his cock. you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open.

with his guidance you start gently grinding your hips down, and lucifer lulls his head back, sweet praises falling out of his mouth.

"fuck.. that's it. ride daddy's cock. you're such a good girl" he'd moan as he rubs your clit. it's not long before he gets impatient though, wanting to hear more moans coming out of his pretty girl, hands returning to your hips as he bucks into you.

"you like it when he watches?" lucifer practically growls, hips thrusting up harder now. "cmon baby, talk to me" he'd gently tut, slowing down to such a painfully slow pace.

you're practically reduced to nothing, giving a weak moan, both of their smiles growing wider. "such a good duckling, letting daddy get his fill. gonna fill you up princess" lucifer says as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, another thing lucifer loved to do.

■ alastor has never been a fan of the more personalized petnames lucifer calls you

■ "duckling" "ducky" "doll"

■ but he has some of his own

you're on your knees in alastors radio tower, the very rare occasion lucifer just isnt feeling up to it. he's never been a big fan of receiving head, and he's just not feeling it today, comfortably sat in a chair.

alastor on the other hand, his hands are wound tight into your hair as you suck him off. "oh my sweet doe, so desperate to please" alastor would purr, feeling your tongue swirl around his cock.

"i understand why you... indulge so often. our little pet is such a people pleaser, isn't she?" he'd chime to lucifer, who doesn't respond, not really atleast.

■ but aftercare

■ oh aftercare from these two is amazing

■ the only time they firmly agree with each other and leave everything else behind is during after care.

■ it doesn't matter which of them you want or what you want they're gonna make it happen

■ if you want both of them that's great! and they definitely won't get mildy possessive of you at all!!

■ lucifer is definitely a big cuddler

■ and i feel like alastor would be about praise and affirmations, especially after playing "bad cop" the whole time.

■ not that he minds that, mind you.

"darling you were amazing, im so proud of you" he'd say in a much gentler tone, stroking your hair as you lay on lucifers chest, whos pressing soft kisses across your face.

lucifers hands trace soft circles on your back as they both murmur affections to you, and when you finally slump your forehead to lucifers shoulder, they both breathe out a smile.

if he's feeling particularly charitable, lucifer will nod to alastor to take you, to cuddle with you. most of the time alastor declines respectfully, still not really prone to expose himself to touch.

but on the rare occasion he takes the offer, switching places as he cuddles into you, lucifer cracks a little smile.

they really do make a good team, don't they?

[kissforyouu]

97 / jjk

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : smut , fluff

warning : back riding 🤭 , missionary , NAILS digging into his back , rough sex , masturbation , he watches her , switch!reader , switch!jk , name calling , p*ssy spanking

a/n : BACKKK!! hai :) this was kinda rushed but i hope u liked it 😭😭

unedited.

You want him so bad.

Your eyes stare at him, your boyfriend — God, your amazing hot boyfriend whom you love so so much — who was making himself a cup of coffee. Jungkook was shirtless and only in a pair of sweatpants. He knows that this type of outfit makes you go crazy, and that's exactly what you're feeling right now.

You doubt he did it on purpose though, he's usually shirtless at home and plus, he's been very busy lately. Very busy as in barely finding time for you busy. True, you did find it annoying, very annoying. But you also understood what he's currently going through.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you watch your boyfriend place a small kiss on your temple before going back to your shared room. He was currently working on a few work matters and busy of course.

You form a pout, staring at the pathway leading to your shared room as your nails tapped on the cushion on the sofa. Your train of thoughts end up on how Jungkook's big broad back looked. His shoulders wide, back muscles and biceps stretching whenever he moved his upper body. Jungkook had a muscular body, everyone knew that, but oh god his back and arms made you want to salivate.

Please you just want to claw your nails onto his back while he ruins your cunt rough.

Without even realising, you had been scratching the sofa with your nails, your mind imagining it's his back. Your thighs were obviously pressed onto eachother, trying to reduce the feeling of the small heat forming between them. Please not now, Jungkook's working!!!! You think.

Your eyes wonder around the room, trying to stop yourself from just getting up and fleeing to your room to beg Jungkook to take time off of work and spend it on you instead. But the pool between your legs just continues to grow.

You give up. You're up on your feet now, making your way to your shared bedroom. Pushing the door open, you see your boyfriend laying on his chest with his computer on the bed. He was shirtless and his back was fully exposed, giving you a perfect opportunity to just go sit on it.

His eyes shift to you, an immediate smile forming on his lips.

You walk inside the room, getting on the bed as you land a big fat kiss on his cheek. Jungkook giggles in return, his adorable bunny smile showing. You continue pecking his cheek over and over again, having a giggling man next to you in return. You move forward to press a few kisses on his temple, hand flying to grasp his hair so you could turn his head to wherever you wanted.

"Hmm? Want something?" Jungkook asks. He knew what was up.

"You." Bold.

Jungkook chuckles, his tongue wetting his lower lip. You look at the exposed mole under his lips as you place a small peck on it.

"Please. I want you."

"Mhm? That bad?"

"Yes, that bad."

"I'm working, baby."

You immediately groan, your shoulders falling down to the bed. But that was until you got an idea.

"No, you don't have to do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Want to try something new."

Jungkook raises his brow, looking at you, waiting for you to tell him what it was. But you never say anything back, instead sitting up on the bed as you climb over to sit on his back.

"Baby—"

"Shhh."

You run your fingers through his hair a few times, knowing how much is soothes him. He hums, eyes closing to relax onto his touch.

You look at the mirror in front of you, looking at the way his arms flex as he is supporting his body up by his arms. Fuck, your boyfriend is so hot.

You twirl a strand of his hair, leaning down to press a kiss on the nape of his neck. You trail your kisses down his spine, feeling the heat in between your legs pool even more. You sit back on his back, feeling your clit land directly on his back. You feel your pussy clench around literally nothing. Fuck.

Jungkook stays silent watching everything you're doing through the mirror.

You get off of him for a moment to take your shorts off to be left with only your baby blue lace panties.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, eyes glued to the evident wet patch on your panties.

"Fuck, did I make you that wet, baby?" He groans.

"Yes, you did"

You sit back on his back with a small giggle, hands caressing his shoulder blades as you slowly start to circle your clit on his back.

Jungkook feels it, immediately letting out a groan. He looks surprised, but he should know better, you always liked to surprise him.

"Shit, this was what was on your pretty little head? My dirty slut."

"Mmhm"

Your pace was slow, you were taking your time with him. Slow, sensual and teasing. Jungkook's eyes were glued to your body through the mirror. Your breasts were squished in your tight little tube top, bouncing everytime your body slightly moved.

"It feels good..." you sigh, fingers running through Jungkook's hair as your clothed pussy continued to gently grind against your boyfriend's back.

Jungkook's eyes never left your body. He felt dumbfounded. It was so hot, you were so fucking hot and he could not get enough of you. You were bold and you always knew your needs. And you always made sure you had your way one or another. He loved that about you.

"Shit..." you circle your hips on a specific spot, your middle finger slipping inside your soaked panties to touch yourself. You press onto your nub, arching your back so that your crotch is laying fully on his back.

Jungkook's jaw drops at the sight, eyes wide.

"Baby, you're gonna make me go crazy" He breaths out.

Letting out a low chuckle, you jokingly punch the top of his head lightly.

"Don't you have work to do, hmm?"

Before he could answer you, you start circling your middle finger on your nub, slightly tugging onto the skin of your lower lip.

"Ah, fuck."

To Jungkook, your moans sounded angelic. It was his favourite thing to hear, ever. He could literally just get off to the sound of only your moans, he's even confessed that before.

He hums, gulping down his saliva down his throat.

You pull your fingers out, covered in your arousal, you guide them upto his lips. Jungkook happily wraps his lips around your fingers, taking in the taste of your arousal. He devours it, tongue swirling around your fingers to make sure he's gulped down every drop.

Fuck, you swear the sight just made you even wetter.

"You're so good for me, Kook"

He releases your fingers with a pop as you retrieve them back.

Jungkook groans back, already missing the feeling of you in his mouth.

You lean forward to pamper his face with a few more kisses, your hands massaging his shoulders.

Without a warning, Jungkook suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed onto the bed with his body hovering over you.

You quite literally moan at the sight. He was so big. Big, everywhere. Jungkook's broad shoulders tower over you, his muscular arms caging you between his thighs.

"Pretty..." He murmers, fingers twirling one of your curls around.

"Hm?" You hum.

You spread your legs wide for him to see the clear wet patch on your panties, your clit aching to be touched. Jungkook meanwhile loved every second of your desperate little attitude. He took in everything. The way your hair laid sprawled on the bed, a few curls here and there on your shoulders, your top halfway riled down with almost all of your breasts spilling out and panties oh so obviously drenched.

He bites his lower lip as he looks at the small pout forming on your lips. Jungkook coos, lifting your chin up with his fingers as his hand immediately wraps around your throat. He chokes you, not too hard but definitely hard enough to let you gain pleasure from it.

You let out a small groan, focusing on the tightening feel on your throat. And before you expected it, Jungkook's hand lands a small spank on your pussy. Then another, another, another, another and another. Each spank make you want another more, and honestly, you just wanted him to touch you. You didn't care where but as long as he had his hands on you, you were content with it.

Your breath hitches once you feel him slide your soaked panties to the side, exposing your sweet pussy to the cold air. Jungkook grins, fingers coming in contact with your folds to spread your arousal around.

You whimper, watching him just play with your cunt. He touches you the way he likes. He makes sure to take his time with you, teasingly rubbing you here and there but never fastening his pace nor trying to get you to come.

It's torture in a way, but you didn't care, just needed him to touch you.

His fingers almost enter you. Ane oh god, he's driving you crazy.

Jungkook pulls his fingers away from you heat to lick them clean as he also releases your throat. He spits on palm to land his palm right on top of your glistening pussy to smear it all around again.

Shit. He made you beyond horny.

You run your fingers up and down his chest and torso in the meantime, eyes fixed on his hard boner. Jungkook's hands leave your body for a moment, causing you to whine at the loss - but he gets back to you asap with his cock now sprung out, standing tall and hard.

The sight just made you salivate even more.

You were so ready to sit up and just gobble his cock down, but Jungkook clearly had other plans as he pushes back you back on the bed with a chuckle the moment you sit up on the bed to take his cock into your hands.

"You're so impatient and needy, ____"

You groan - annoyed - but also sort of embarrassed at him pushing you back. It shows how much power he has over you, mentally and physically.

He grabs hold of both your legs and hoists them up, pulling you a bit closer to his body so that your thighs meet his.

Jungkook looks so good like this in this position. Hovering over you, your lower body pressed onto his, cock sprung out and leaking with pre cum.

The corner of his lips curl into a smirk, his hand grabbing his cock to jerk himself a little. You watch him attentively, jaw fallen down which makes Jungkook let out a small snortle.

You both were so so whipped for eachother.

Jungkook sighs at the pleasure, feeling himself harden even more. He passes his thumb over the leaking head, smearing his pre cum around. He gives himself a final pump, letting his cock go with a sigh.

You wait for him to touch you again, patiently, eyes showing eagerness. Jungkook guides his cock to your entrance, making sure to tease you even more by guiding the head of his cock everywhere but your entrance.

You still stay silent, not minding the teasing at all. Again, you just wanted him to touch you. That itself was enough. You really were that needy.

Once Jungkook finally decides to cut the act and push himself in. You gasp, feeling his length in you, stretching your walls out a bit. Fuck, it felt so good, and he wasn't even fully inside yet.

You close your eyes, letting Jungkook take full control over you. His hands caress your ass cheeks, softly pushing himself inside. He's been inside you way too many times, but you never adjust to his size. He's not too big, but he's big enough for you and oh god if he got any bigger than this, you would quite literally split in half.

Once he's fully in, he taps your hips, asking whether you want him to start thrusting inside.

You groan, hand on your tummy.

"Fuck, just fuck me!"

Jungkook laughs, immediately starting to move his hips. His thrusts start animalistic from the start, fucking me with no mercy. He doesn't give me time to get used to his thrusts, but continues to fuck me for his own pleasure. I liked it so much.

He maintained his phase, hands holding your legs apart to make sure they don't close. Your hair was a mess and your arms were thrown over your head, lips in between your teeth as you let Jungkook take full control in fucking you.

Your body was his to love, touch, fuck.

The sounds you made weren't the screaming type of loud, but they certainly weren't inaudible either. It was perfect.

You whine as Jungkook lean down to burry his face in your neck. This way, he can find a better angle and also it was comfortable for him.

"Ah! Ah!" Your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoes through the room. Your nails were digging onto Jungkook's back, scratching it whenever he hits that one spot.

You were so sure that there were marks left by now. You expect to see scratches all over Jungkook's back after. He enjoyed it as well. He enjoyed looking at the marks caused by your nails on his back.

"Kook, you're fucking me so good, baby! Don't stop, don't stop—"

You moan out loud, nails digging onto his muscles more.

"Yeah? Right here?" He circles his hips around this specific spot that made you clench around him repeatedly.

You let out a long moan, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck! Kook, I'm cumming..!"

Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, moaning with you once he feels your cum coating his cock.

He continues to slam into your pussy, a white string of cum attaching your pussy and the tip of his cock once he pulls out. Jungkook moans at the sight of your swollen pussy, completely ruined and red, glistening with your cum.

Without wasting another second, his hand jerks himself off and spills his load all over your stomach, some even landing on your breast.

His cock hangs low, softening by seconds while you and him catch your breaths.

Jungkook's hair was sticking onto his forehead, his body golden - glistening with sweat.

He huffs, touching his hair to make sure they're parted. Jungkook leans down to place a little kiss on your lips, another, then another.

"Satisfied?"

"Yes."

[acciojaeyun]

let me hold you close | p.sh.

PAIRING. rich!sunghoon x fem!reader

SUMMARY. you and sunghoon are both off-limits. you're still living with your ex, and he's off to get married to someone that has been arranged for his family business. but that doesn't stop you both from trudging boundaries when it's just you and him in your own world.

CONTENTS. smut, some angst, some fluff. LOTS OF JEALOUSY. smut with plot. not beta-read. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WARNINGS. lots and lots of jealousy. sunghoon is DOWN-BAD for reader, but the feeling’s mutual. indirect cheating (but not really???). semi-public sex, dom!sunghoon, bratty reader. somewhat mean hoonie. oral (both f and m receiving), p in v, unprotected sexual act (use protection at all times), temperature play, sensory deprivation, slight bondage (just tying up), sir kink (oh yeah baby), spitting kink. use of pet names (wiee). THREE SEX SCENES. (seldom mentions of hyung line: heeseung, jay, and jake) IDK I WROTE THIS BEFORE I COULD FULLY WRITE EVERYTHING.

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. FINALLY IT'S HERE. belated happy birthday, my hoonhoon! this is my hoon birthday gift for y'all. hope you like it! (did i write two sunghoon smuts already? yes, yes i did.) also, wait for further updates, i might be updating anyone from the hyung line soon! wink wink.

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There was something about him.

Park Sunghoon was the image of something so mysterious – yet, so captivating. His eyes held something deeper than what he tries to convey. You tried to hard to look away, but his actions, his stance – they command attention.

So much, that they commanded yours.

He has been a constant, a regular at the bar that you're working in every weekend to make ends meet. He was the hot bachelor that belonged in the upper VIPs that usually had a secluded room where they could share small talk over top shelf drinks.

Your first encounter with Park Sunghoon was when Byeol called in sick, and that meant you took over her shift as the personal-hired entertainer at Room 130.

"Please, Y/N," Byeol pleaded through the phone, coughing as her voice scratched against her throat, "if I could, I would. I'll take over your shift for the next week. You'll have my pay for tonight."

Now, additional income is something that is very difficult to shake off, no matter how it takes a night that consists of Neoguri noodles off of your schedule.

You wore your signature red cocktail dress, one that hugs all your right proportions beautifully, but not too tight, with a slit that doesn't go too up high on your thigh. Matched with a wave that's swept to the side, it is a no-brainer that the four men of Room 130 didn't even ask where their usual entertainer, Byeol, is.

"What a pretty face," Jake comments as he takes a sip of his armagnac, his eyes travelled down to your legs, but went back to your face, "nice voice, too." He adds.

Sunghoon was late, muttering an excuse that was along the lines of: his mother made him stay for a supposed meet-up with someone.

"Mommy's still on it?" Heeseung jokes, grabbing some of the snacks on the table, shaking his hand to remove the residue of it before pouring it to his mouth.

Sunghoon sends a look over Heeseung's way, making the oldest boy chuckle, "Well, you have to follow mommy's orders, or else, you're gonna whine about how your daily allowance has been reduced to half."

The rest of the boys chuckled, alongside the girls that were in the room to hold them company. Sunghoon was not the most pleased, he knew that Heeseung is right. He has to find a lady or else he will be arranged to a wedding just to keep up his expenditures and his lifestyle.

"Who's the girl?" Jay asks as he places his hand on the small of the back of the lady that sat on his lap, his eyes on the girl that giggled as she kept on tracing the edge of Jay's jawline.

"I don't know," Sunghoon grunted, eager to down a shot that was already on the table, "all I know is I have to find a partner ASAP, or else, I'll be wed to someone I could care less about."

That was when his eyes landed on you, singing a song softly as you held your vintage microphone. His eyebrows perched up slightly, and he smiled to himself.

Now, it has been approximately the fifth consecutive week that Sunghoon had tried to talk to you, alone, on your supposed shift at the public part of the bar.

Sweeping past through sweaty bodies as well as people that are drunk off their minds, Sunghoon was determined to at least know you better. It only took one song and one damn dress to catch Sunghoon's attention.

Lucky for him, he had caught your attention, too.

The thing was, you had a boyfriend – well, a roommate, if you will. Since love was obviously out the window, and that you were trying to sustain each other's stay in your apartment that has its contract nearing its end by the end of December.

Well, another reason was that your then-boyfriend was still trying to win you back.

And while you're certain that you're over him and is keeping him at bay for benefits, he certainly was not, and it somehow was making you guilty that you're somehow leading him on even when it was Sunghoon's face that you think of whenever you press your bullet vibrator against your clit, leaving out broken, breathy moans that underestimated how much you think you're going to moan for Sunghoon if time permits you.

Which brings you to here, a never-ending cat and mouse game that you have established with Sunghoon, who clearly was so head-over-heels for you.

The ordeal was simple: you, one of the bar's beloved entertainers, would finish a song that you sing and dedicate for Sunghoon, but wander off with a smile as you try and find yourself a suitable man vying for your attention. It was effective for you to make him jealous and demand your attention on him for the next hours.

Sunghoon had never gone past the eating only the third base, and Sunghoon was more than willing to eat your pussy on hours end. And you were willing to let him go past that, if only you haven't seen the ring that adorned his left hand, snug tight around his ring finger.

It was a stark reminder of how he was not for you, just how you are starting to become his.

"You sing here often?"

"I do," You'd giggle to whoever this guy's name is, you really didn't know, nor even tried remembering. You were sure it wasn't his name that you'll be screaming in the bathroom stalls of the bar.

"I should bo-"

"Then I'd want to book you, privately," Sunghoon cut the guy off, his voice reeking of jealousy and authority as he stood behind you, your back flushed against his chest.

"Ya," the boy raised his voice and poked Sunghoon's blue sweater tank top, "do you mind? We're talking here."

"And I'm talking to her, as well," Sunghoon responded, his eyes crinkling into amusement, "do you not want to talk to me, baby?" He pouts at you, nuzzling his chin to your neck as he leaves light kisses on it, making you gasp.

"I.." You trail off, biting your lip as your eyes moved back and forth between the guy and Sunghoon.

"I'm not wasting my time on this," the guy raised his hands in defeat, backing away, leaving you with the guy that you have tried to flirt indirectly through the night.

"Fancy seeing you here against sweaty bodies," You giggle as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down teasingly to have his lips over yours, to which Sunghoon growled and pushed his lips on yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth as his hands dug on the curves of your waist.

"You drive me so fucking crazy," he whispers to your lips, in which you hum as a response. Not a long while after, you're being guided to one of the restrooms, his lips now attacking your neck to leave noticeable bruises that you're trying to cover up before you go to your morning shift at the local library of your town.

He pushes you to an empty restroom, not minding to lock it as he cages you in between his body and the sink. “Are you having fun?” He suddenly asks as he pools your dress up your hips and starts rubbing you through your wet panties, “Playing with me, are you having fun?”

You looked at him through lidded eyes and nod, “I do,” you say as you bite your lip, spreading your legs wide, “I like it when you’re so crazy for me.”

He grunts and kneels down, pulling your panties down as his nose is immediately wafted off by the smell of your arousal spreading throughout your core, “So wet for me, the guy did that to you?” He spoke as his thumb pressed on your bare clit, making you shudder.

“N-no,” you squeaked out, holding on the sink behind you, “it has always been you.”

“Always been me?” Sunghoon chuckles as he blows air to your sensitive cunt, “I don’t know, babe, I’m starting not to believe it given how many times I’ve practically pulled you off against men who are thirsting over you.”

Not leaving you any moment to respond, Sunghoon attaches his lips to your sensitive nub, moaning at your familiar taste that he had been obsessed with.

Moaning his name, you immediately hold on his hair, tightening your grip on his soft, brown-black hair, to which Sunghoon tuts as he pulls away, his thumb replacing his lips as he presses and rubs circles on your clit, “You don’t get to touch me, princess.”

Grasping your wrist, Sunghoon had practically forced your hand off his hair, placing it on the sink behind you to continue his ministrations on your pussy.

“Love this pussy so much,” he breathes out, poking his tongue out to fuck your hole with, “so pretty, could get in this forever.”

You moaned in response, desperate to cum just by Sunghoon’s fingers alone. Instinctively, your hands went to play with your breasts, pulling your dress straps down to pool on your arms, you bit your lip as you pinched and flicked your nipples, mimicking the way Sunghoon does it when he was mouthing your tits instead of your pussy.

Sunghoon looked up at you and smirked, sneaking in a hand between your legs to spread your labia apart, forcing his tongue deeper into you as he shook his head sideways, nose prodding against your clit, mouth leaving out noises, making sure that anyone could walk in the unlocked restroom and catch you both in such sinful act.

With buckled knees, you started to grind on his tongue, your mind dancing on the quick release that you felt was bubbling at the pits of your stomach, “Y-you eat pussy so fucking good.”

“That’s where I’m best at, babe,” Sunghoon winks at you, pushing his middle finger inside you after tracing your hole with it, “and can you blame me? Your pussy tastes like heaven.”

“O-oh!” You squeaked out, feeling your orgasm could come if Sunghoon continued this. And as if Sunghoon knows how to push your buttons, he adds a second finger, then a third, his tongue now dancing on your clit as he panted against your core.

“Fuck - shit, Sunghoon!” You exclaim as you push his face to your core, panting as you whine, eyes screwed shut with your other arm failing to hold on the counter, regardless of how dry the sink it may be, body convulsing as you cum on Sunghoon’s face.

Sunghoon happily licked through your folds, slurping your cum messily and noisily. He stood up with your cum glistening on his lips, his mouth sporting the smuggest grin that made you want to kiss his face silly.

“Damn,” you breathed out, leaning toward his chest to ground yourself.

“We’re not done yet.”

Needless to say, Sunghoon made sure that you could cum thrice from his fingers and mouth alone.

The following week, you were in the same position — however, instead of your hand holding on the sink, it was Sunghoon’s, with his other hand fisting your hair as he holds you still while he fucks your mouth to prove a point.

“So f-fucking warm,” Sunghoon grunted, his balls trodding against your chin as he kept on cursing, too lost in the bliss of your mouth taking him tightly, mimicking a virgin pussy.

With blood almost drawn on his lips, Sunghoon lets out a guttural groan as he pushes you against his pelvis, his penis bullying its way on your throat as strings of warm cum painted your throat.

“Should get you jealous more often,” Sunghoon comments as he regains his breathing, “such a desperate slut you become once you start reminding me whose pussy my dick belongs to.”

Before you could respond, the tall boy pushes his lips against yours hungrily, tongue immediately poking inside to start a tongued kiss with you, cupping both of your cheeks, he made sure you aren’t going anywhere.

“Thighs,” you started, too overtaken by lust, but Sunghoon heard it, he held your face with one hand to force you to look at him, “Your thighs, Sunghoon, I want to-“

“Yeah? Wanna grind on it, pretty?”

You nod, anything that could have you feeling him against your throbbing core, “Please,” you pleaded, grabbing his wrist to make you suck on his ring-clad finger, “want it, so much.”

Sunghoon almost lets out an animalistic growl as he pulls you to one of the stalls. He reaches behind you to lock it before turning around and places the seat down, sitting on it before urging you to straddle him.

Pooling your dress over your lap, you did as you were instructed. Hanging both arms around his neck, you stood up to pull your panties down, the slight string of arousal visible from the cloth.

On the other hand, Sunghoon already had his pants and boxers discarded, his angry cock lay erect against his stomach. You licked your lips and straddled him again, your legs on either side of his thighs, thigh-grinding long forgotten.

Both of you hissed as your pussy made contact with his dick, and soon enough, you were both a grinding mess, your grinds interrupted by humps as you groped your tits, your head thrown back as you continue to moan Sunghoon’s name.

“Yeah, moan that n-name, he’s y-yours, isn’t he?” Sunghoon hissed, his hair all over his face before leaning down to suck on your free boob that has been exposed from the tubing of the dress that was pulled down by you prior.

“Mhm, he’s mine!” You squealed as you hit your high just in the same time as the pale boy you’re sat on.

“Fuck,” you chuckled.

“Damn,” Sunghoon said breathlessly before kissing your lips and leaning his forehead against yours.

It was the first time he kissed you on the forehead after hooking up.

Last, last week’s hookup session with Sunghoon has all become you’ve ever thought about as you placed the books on the shelves, pausing every now and then as you daydream of it.

It has been two weeks since Sunghoon had shown up in the bar that you’re working at every weekends.

And while you hoped that he could at least sweep in to wave or send a smile your way. But Friday had gone, so has Saturday, even Sunday - no signs of Sunghoon.

His absence seemed to gnaw on you as you started to search for him during weekdays at your off-duties, but none. No sign of Sunghoon.

And you can’t even text him, since he hadn’t given his number, and you didn’t, too.

You’ve found his Instagram page, but it has never been updated apart from the photo of a golf course which he had posted four days ago. Stories didn’t also help, as he never updates his stories. DMs are off, and the only way to contact him was through e-mail.

E-mailing him had crossed your mind the moment it reached Thursday, you were so close to losing your mind that you didn’t even care whether or not to message him through his work e-mail, regardless of the possibility that anyone within the network could see it.

“That’s too much of a thought,” said a voice that startled you. Turning around, you saw the infamous Sunghoon leant agains the bookshelves, arms crossed, mouth adorning a soft smirk that you’ve grown to love.

“Please, I bet you’re thinking I’m thinking of you,” you snorted as you continued sorting the books, eyes not meeting his as his gaze challenged you.

“Well, I don’t even have to bet. I know you’re thinking of me whether you admit it or not,” Sunghoon countered.

“What an ego,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes, disappointed by his sudden absence for two weeks, even without giving you a notice as to why.

“Where are you off to, tonight?” He asked out of nowhere.

“Home, as usual.”

“My place?”

“No, what do you mean?”

“You said you were going home?”

“Since when had your place been my home?”

“Are you willing for it to be?”

“Sunghoon, what?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, looking at him as if he had three heads in one body.

“I’m serious, stay with me.”

“Sunghoon—“

“I don’t take no for an answer.”

“Sunghoon!”

“What a noisy librarian do I have here,” Sunghoon smirked, “I like it when you’re noisy though.”

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled Sunghoon at the back of the library, “What are you doing, Park Sunghoon?”

“Full name? Ouch,” he placed a hand on his heart.

“Sunghoon,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Let’s go home,” he said instead of answering your questions, pulling you by your arm to the direction of his car that has been parked in front of the library.

Now, it was supposed to be just a talk. A negotiation between you and Sunghoon to finally end whatever it was between you both, both your heart and mind exasperated by the uncertainty that was brought about by you and him.

But here you are, biting your lip as Sunghoon kissed you on your neck, alternating between kissing, licking, and sucking, as he kept your hips pinned down by the grip of his hands on it.

“Stop moving,” he demanded, looking at you with such fire in his eyes whenever you bucked your hips up onto him.

“Need you,” you whined out, desperate to grind on him again, this time, you were hoping that it would last long and be much more comfortable than the last time that you did in the stalls.

“I know, sweetie,” Sunghoon smirked before sitting up to grab his black necktie which he had on his nightstand, “This okay?” He asked as he raised the necktie before you, insinuating a plan that he had in mind.

With a nod and a verbal agreement, Sunghoon wrapped the blindfold around your head before pulling away to see you in your totality: laid back, eyes covered by the velvet cloth of his necktie, and naked — all just for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Sunghoon comments as he grabbed the cloth ropes that dangled on the edge of the headrest, grabbing it with a smirk, he hoists your arms up, making you gasp, as he tied it to the to the headboard.

He tested whether the knot was tight or just right, before peering down at you and cupping your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss on you.

Adjusting his body, Sunghoon left a trail of kisses from four face down to your nipple, before swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. Pulling back, he grabbed the cold glass of champagne that sat on the trolley by his bed. Grabbing a small ice cube from the bucket of the bottle, he circled the ice around your nipple, earning a gasp from you.

"Cold, isn't it?" He questioned before leaning down again to give your other breast attention, and after a while, he switched places, giving you the same amount of pleasure from the cold and his warm mouth alone.

He trailed the melting ice cube down your body, making you shiver at how the cold trail was instantly replaced by his warm lips as he kissed you along the wet path of the melted ice cube.

"You and your pretty body," he whispers before grabbing another ice cube again, this time, he placed it on his tongue, letting the cold replace the warmth of his tongue.

Peering down between your legs, he crawled down until he was face near your core, making you sigh in anticipation, it was moments like this that you craved for Sunghoon to speed up his actions. It was no lie that Sunghoon ate pussy pretty good, and sometimes, you think, how good could he be when he finally has his dick inside you?

Sunghoon pokes his cold tongue against your hole, making you squeal as your legs thrashed up in surprise. He grinned as he gave kitten licks to your core, his hands pushing your legs far apart before diving into your cunt.

Moans and groans and the occasional noise from Sunghoon's licking on your core were all that could be heard in his bedroom. He kept his eyes on you, basking in your reactions before he inserted his middle and ring finger inside you, contrasting the coldness of his tongue.

"Fuck! I love your m-mouth," you whimpered out, wriggling from the overwhelming feeling that only Sunghoon had managed to get out from you.

"Always f-fucking my pussy with that m-mouth so, g-good - Sunghoon!" you exclaimed as you came on his mouth without warning, Sunghoon humming as he licked through your folds, mimicking the noise of that a happy man.

He straightened up and freed his aching cock from the restraints of his trousers and boxers, hissing as his dick slapped against his stomach before hovering over you again to tip your chin up for a messy kiss.

Sunghoon licked into your mouth before prodding it open so he could spit into it, "Swallow," was all he said before you closed your mouth and opened it in front of him to show him that you did what was told.

The boy groans as he places his dick in between your folds, setting his pace as he starts from something that's agonizingly slow, drawing out a pained whimper from you.

"Hoonie, want your cock."

"Yeah?" he breathed out, picking up his pace, "you already have it been your legs, pretty."

"No," you shook your head, "want it."

"Want it, where?" he starts to slow down without much thought as he dawns realization to what you said.

"Cock, Hoonie, w-want it inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, fuck! Please, hurry!" you pleaded, hands pulling against your restraints, "Want it inside me, Hoonie, please!"

"Condoms?"

"No, raw."

"Baby–"

"Please!"

One beg from you and Sunghoon's heartbeat has already picked up. Before you both even started seeing each other to hook up, you have already established that the farthest you could go with each other is oral. Other than that is off the table, as you have said, you both are completely off-limits.

Sunghoon's chest warmed at the thought of you warming up to him, "Okay, baby," he breathed out, "are you sure?"

"I am," you whined.

He leaned over and removed your blindfold and restraints, letting you adjust before pushing his lips on yours, "Thank you, thank you," he muttered in between kisses as he pulls himself away, prodding the tip of his dick on your throbbing hole.

"I gotta say," Sunghoon chuckled as he pushes his tip inside you slowly, earning a delicious moan from you both, "you're so goddamn pretty, more exceptionally so when I'm inside you."

Sunghoon has a way with words, that's one thing that you made yourself known. That was something about him that you think was what sealed the deal – he fed into your need for constant assurance, even though there were limitations between you both.

"Push it all in," you demanded.

Without another word, Sunghoon pushed himself inside, earning a throaty groan between you both.

"Shit, f-feel so g-good for me, oh, my god," Sunghoon breathed as he pushed his face into the crook of your neck, your arms immediately finding home around his torso.

Sunghoon picks up his pace as he continues on bullying his way inside you, relishing on how your pussy throbs around his dick. With every thrust that he lands inside you, your eyes roll at the back of your head, feeling the pulse of the veins of his dick with every drag.

"God, Sunghoon, I–" you cut yourself off with a groan by his ear, cradling his face as he placed light kisses on your shoulder, "Fuck, Sunghoon, so good!"

The boy pulled his face away, prying your mouth open as he spit into your mouth, his cock drilling inside you in the slowest, yet most delicious way. It was as if he was trying his best to memorize how your gummy walls enveloped his dick, in the hopes of making your pussy remember his.

And, to commit this into memory, Sunghoon removes the ring he had clad around his ring finger, reaching for your left hand that hung around your shoulder, and, in a lust-filled haze, he wore the finger around the nearest finger that was accessible to him, he'd fix that later.

Your eyes wandered to the ring that adorned your thumb, before biting your lip and looking at him. Sunghoon already adjusted himself, kneeling straight as he hikes your leg up and places it on his shoulder; and with a roll of his hips, both of you are already a whimpering, moaning mess.

"So f-full, fucking finally," you moaned out and Sunghoon reaches for your other hand to intertwine it with his, "Yeah? Been dreaming of it for so long, huh?"

Tapping your cheek he makes you look at him, "Been dreaming of this, t-too, baby," he says, panting, "been dreaming of d-doing more than just this, too,"

You looked at him with doe eyes, your lips dropping down to his lips, "Kiss me, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon nodded and kissed you, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, it was in that moment that only the two of you existed.

"You're squeezing me so f-fucking..." Sunghoon trailed, eyebrows drawn to each other in concentration, "..so fucking good for me, God, I love you."

His hands travelled down to your clit and rubbed circles around it, making you whimper and pull his face to yours, your lips wanting to get a taste of his again.

"Not gonna last l-long, princess," Sunghoon muttered in between grunts, "You close?" He said as he looked at you, searching your eyes for more than just your sign of being as near as he is.

You hum reaching your head up to peck his lips, "M-me too, Hoonie, dick is f-fucking me so g-good," your head attempting to throw back as his tip kept on hitting that sweet spot inside you.

"I love you," Sunghoon whispers as he lets go of your leg on his shoulder, pressing onto your body as he finally lets go of his cum inside you, your release following suit after he kept on thrusting even if he was coming undone inside you.

For a while, you both had stayed in that position, Sunghoon still deep inside you in between your legs, legs weakly wrapped around his body, both of your arms wrapped around his neck as you combed through his hair.

There was a heavy weight in the air, something that demands to be addressed.

Sunghoon lifts his head up, his chin rest against your chest. With a quick kiss on the valley of your breasts, he pulls the hand that had the ring wrapped around your thumb, he kisses your inner wrist, before, with lidded eyes, removing the ring and placing it instead to your ring finger, kissing your palm after a close inspection.

Sunghoon had never been so sure in his life, until now.

"I meant what I said," Sunghoon says quietly, his eyes now trained on your hand, eager to confess that it had always been you all along.

"Sunghoon, we can't.."

"Why?"

"You're going to get married,"

"I called it off."

You looked at him with a gasp, "What?"

"I said I found a partner, I always told you I'll always have you close, right?" he says as he sent you a soft smile, relishing in the hand that played with his hair.

"You're crazy," you chuckled.

"You make me go crazy over you," Sunghoon smiles with his eyes almost close.

"I love you, too, Sunghoon."

And when your eyes both meet, Sunghoon smiled softly, and that was when you both knew – it was where you both are supposed to be.

Sunghoon hums as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, this time, sure.

"Stay with me tonight," Sunghoon whispers.

"I'll stay tomorrow, too," you add.

"And on the days after that?" Sunghoon asks, his cheek pressed against your chest.

"And on the days after eternity."

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It was supposed to be simple. Get in, get the protocore, get out.

But when a mission goes sideways, you find yourself trapped with the last person you ever wanted to see—Sylus. The only thing worse than his smug, infuriating attitude? The fact that you can’t seem to keep your hands off each other.

Too many close calls. Too many charged glances. Too many moments where the line between hate and something sharper blurred—

Until the tension finally snapped.

The facility was still burning.

Overhead, sparks rained down from shattered wiring, fizzing against the metal floor like dying embers. Smoke coiled through the corridor in thick, acrid waves, curling around the wreckage of what had once been a high-security research lab. Somewhere in the distance, alarms blared—a futile warning for a building already reduced to rubble.

You wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, exhaling sharply. Your ribs ached, bruised from where you'd hit the ground after that last explosion. You could still feel the heat of it against your skin, the way the force had nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

The mission was a disaster.

And you knew exactly whose fault that was.

"You look like shit."

The voice—smooth as glass, sharp as the edge of a blade—slithered through the smoke before he did. You didn't need to turn to know who it belonged to.

Sylus.

You gritted your teeth, your fingers curling into fists as you finally faced him.

He was leaning against a half-collapsed doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. Perfectly composed, perfectly unbothered, like he hadn’t just been responsible for everything going up in flames.

“Funny,” you shot back, “I was about to say the same thing.”

His gaze flicked over you, assessing, dissecting—lingering for just a second too long on the way you were favoring one side.

You straightened immediately, squaring your shoulders despite the ache in your ribs. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

Sylus clicked his tongue. “You should really be more careful. Running into explosions isn't a great strategy.”

"Neither is sabotaging an op just to get in my way."

He let out a quiet hum, tilting his head. "You assume I wanted to get in your way."

"You always do."

Your pulse was still racing, a mix of adrenaline and simmering rage. This wasn't the first time he'd pulled a stunt like this—interfering, throwing a wrench into your plans just to come out ahead. It was like a game to him. A war waged in stolen intel and ruined operations, in missions that ended with one of you slipping away before the other could get the upper hand.

And you hated him for it.

Sylus sighed, feigning disappointment. "I’d say I’m hurt, but let’s be honest—you like the game as much as I do.”

You scoffed, stepping forward. "This isn't a game."

His smirk deepened. "Isn't it?"

You wanted to hit him. Wipe that infuriating expression off his face. But that was the problem with Sylus—he thrived on pushing buttons, on finding the cracks and digging his fingers in. If you let him know he was getting to you, he wouldn't stop.

So instead, you inhaled sharply, forcing the frustration down. "If you're done wasting my time, move. I’ve got places to be.”

He didn’t move.

Instead, he shifted, just slightly—blocking your path in that way of his that felt deliberate, measured. Testing you.

Your breath hitched, irritation sparking hot beneath your skin. The air between you was thin, charged. This was how it always was with him—words that cut too close, the constant circling, the weight of something heavier lurking beneath it all.

He was watching you now, his expression unreadable, but his gaze lingered.

And for a split second—one you’d never admit to—you wondered what would happen if you pushed back. If you got too close, just to see if he’d flinch.

But you wouldn’t.

Not yet. Not tonight.

Instead, you exhaled, rolling your shoulders back. “See you around, Sylus.”

Then you shoved past him, ignoring the way his breath ghosted over your skin as you passed, ignoring the way his smirk lingered in your mind long after you left him behind.

***

Two days later, you realized the universe had a sick sense of humor.

You stood stiffly in the dimly lit briefing room, arms crossed, trying very hard to ignore the man standing beside you.

Sylus, of course, looked completely at ease.

He leaned against the edge of the table, fingers tapping idly against the surface as he listened to the mission debrief, looking every bit as smug as he had two nights ago, when he’d single-handedly ruined your op.

And now, apparently, he was your partner.

You exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to drag a hand down your face. “This is a joke, right?”

Across from you, the handler—some tight-lipped, no-nonsense officer you didn’t recognize—didn’t so much as blink. “Not at all.”

You shot a glare at Sylus, who offered you nothing but a slow, amused arch of his brow.

You turned back to the handler. “You do realize he’s the reason my last mission went sideways?”

“And you do realize,” Sylus cut in smoothly, “that you were the reason I had to improvise in the first place?”

Your jaw clenched. You refused to look at him.

The handler exhaled. “I don’t care about your history. This mission is bigger than your personal issues, and unfortunately for both of you, you’re the best assets for the job.”

Unfortunate, indeed.

You folded your arms, schooling your expression into something cold. “Fine,” you bit out. “What’s the objective?”

The handler tapped a holographic display, bringing up a map of a heavily secured compound. “A high-profile scientist with classified intel is being moved to an underground facility in the next seventy-two hours. We need him intercepted before he reaches that location.”

Simple enough. Or, at least, it should have been.

Then—

“You’ll be going in as a couple.”

Silence.

You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

The handler didn’t so much as hesitate. “The event is a private auction. High security, invitation-only. You’ll be posing as wealthy clientele. A married couple.”

You stared. Your lips parted, then closed again. You struggled for words, grasping at anything to convey how bad of an idea this was.

And then—

A quiet chuckle.

Slow, low, amused in that way that made your blood boil.

You turned your head just in time to catch the smirk curling at Sylus’s lips.

He was enjoying this.

Oh, you were going to kill him.

***

The dress was too tight.

Not in an uncomfortable way—no, it fit perfectly, tailored to every curve, every dip of your body—but that was precisely the problem. You didn’t like feeling exposed. Not in a situation like this, not when he was watching.

Across the sleek, high-rise hotel room, Sylus adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket, expression unreadable. He looked good. Too good, if you were being honest—sharp lines, crisp tailoring, the kind of effortless confidence that made it look like he belonged in a place like this.

You hated that it suited him.

You folded your arms, forcing your gaze away as you exhaled sharply. “This is ridiculous.”

Sylus hummed, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t know. You play the part well enough.”

You turned, shooting him a glare. “I haven’t played the part yet.”

He smirked, slow and knowing. “Haven’t you?”

Your fingers twitched. Do not punch him. Do not punch him.

You were barely two hours into this mission and already regretting every life decision that had led to this moment.

The plan was simple—pose as a wealthy couple attending a high-profile auction, gain access to restricted areas, locate the scientist, and extract him before the night was over. Simple in theory. Excruciating in execution.

Because the moment you stepped out of this room, you and Sylus had to sell it.

Which meant touching. Smiling. Acting as if you weren’t this close to throttling him every time he opened his mouth.

And worse?

You had to let him lead.

He stepped closer now, hands sliding into his pockets, gaze sweeping over you in a slow, assessing way that made your skin prickle. “If you’re going to glare at me all night, kitten, people are going to notice.”

Your breath caught—not at the pet name, no, absolutely not. It was just—he said it so easily. Like he’d said it a thousand times before.

You swallowed, rolling your shoulders back. “I’ll do my part. Just don’t get in my way.”

Sylus chuckled, stepping even closer. “Oh, I think you’ll find I’m very good at staying in your way.”

He was close enough now that you could feel the heat of him, the faint scent of something dark and crisp—expensive. It made your pulse stutter, just for a second, just long enough for his smirk to deepen like he noticed.

You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze head-on. “Then try to keep up, darling.”

And with that, you turned sharply on your heel, striding toward the door, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way your fingers curled into fists.

This was going to be a long night.

The auction was held in a mansion that dripped with wealth—ornate chandeliers, polished marble floors, gold-threaded tapestries lining the walls. It was the kind of place where power wasn’t just displayed; it was worn like armor, draped over shoulders in the form of diamonds and tailored silk.

You adjusted your grip on Sylus’s arm as the two of you stepped through the grand entrance.

The touch wasn’t for comfort. It was for the role.

That’s what you told yourself, anyway.

Sylus, of course, played his part effortlessly. He led you through the crowd with the kind of presence that made people part around him, murmuring greetings that carried just enough charm to be believable but just enough indifference to remain untouchable.

You kept pace beside him, your expression schooled into pleasant disinterest. Married couple. You had to look like you belonged here. Like you were his.

The thought sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“I’d tell you to relax,” Sylus murmured, just low enough for only you to hear, “but I know that’s not in your nature.”

Your nails pressed slightly into his sleeve, just shy of digging into his skin. “And yet, I still look more convincing than you.”

He made a quiet, amused sound but didn’t argue.

You hated that he was right about you being tense, though. This entire situation was unnerving—the opulence, the veiled threats hidden behind false smiles, the fact that everyone in this room could likely kill with a glance.

But worse than that?

The way Sylus played his part.

Casual touches. A guiding hand at the small of your back. A murmured sweetheart in passing.

All of it meaningless. All of it necessary.

And yet—your skin prickled every time.

You wanted to blame it on adrenaline. On the fact that you had to be hyperaware of him, had to follow his lead, had to match his every move.

But that wouldn’t explain the way your pulse stuttered when he leaned in slightly, lips barely ghosting your temple as he murmured, “We’re being watched.”

You swallowed. “How many?”

“Three. Balcony, far left. Man in navy—watch his hands. He’s armed.”

You inhaled through your nose, nodding subtly.

“Smile,” Sylus murmured, and when you hesitated, his thumb brushed lightly against the back of your hand. Not enough to be intimate. Just enough to be felt.

You clenched your jaw and lifted your lips into a slow, calculated smile.

Sylus exhaled a quiet chuckle. “See? Not so hard.”

You resisted the urge to step on his foot.

The music shifted. A slow, sweeping waltz.

You barely had time to register it before Sylus turned to you, offering his hand.

You stared at it. “You cannot be serious.”

He arched a brow. “What, scared you can’t keep up?”

Oh, fuck him.

You huffed, placing your hand in his. His grip was firm but easy, pulling you effortlessly onto the dance floor, one hand settling at your waist, the other cradling yours in a practiced hold.

Of course, he knew how to dance. Of course, he was infuriatingly good at it.

You followed his lead, moving in perfect sync despite the tension thrumming between you. Each step, each turn, was too easy—like your bodies already knew the rhythm of each other, even when your minds refused to.

It was intimate in a way you hadn’t expected.

Close enough that you could smell him again—crisp, clean, something dark threaded beneath it. Close enough that the heat of him seeped into your skin through the thin fabric of your dress.

You should have hated it.

You did hate it.

But for the first time tonight, you felt something other than sharp, biting irritation.

And that was dangerous.

You forced your focus back to the room, scanning the crowd. Eyes on the mission.

And that’s when you noticed him.

A man at the edge of the floor, watching you. No glass in hand, no idle conversation—just watching.

You recognized him from the briefing. One of the scientist’s handlers.

Your grip tightened slightly on Sylus’s hand. “We have company.”

Sylus followed your gaze, his expression unreadable.

Then—

He slowed the dance.

It was subtle. A shift in rhythm, a slight adjustment in proximity—so slight that to anyone watching, it would look natural. But to you?

He was pulling you closer.

Your breath hitched as his fingers pressed just slightly against the curve of your waist, as his head tilted just enough for his lips to almost brush your ear.

It was a silent message. A subtle correction.

Let them see this.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

You wanted to shove him away. You wanted to lean in.

Instead, you forced yourself to relax into the movement, playing along as he dipped his head closer, as if whispering something sweet.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your ear.

Motherf—

You stepped on his foot.

His low chuckle ghosted against your skin.

You swallowed back the heat crawling up your spine and focused on the mission.

After the dance, you moved through the crowd, still locked at Sylus’s side as you navigated the room.

The opposition was still watching.

And then—

The man in navy started moving toward you.

Your pulse quickened. Shit.

Sylus noticed.

Before you could react, he turned slightly, shifting his grip on your hand—not possessive, not forceful. Just… there.

A small, grounding pressure. A silent reassurance.

It was so subtle, so unlike his usual smug, over-the-top antics, that it threw you.

For the first time tonight, he wasn’t playing a role.

He was just… there.

And that? That was more unsettling than anything.

Because it meant, just for a second, he wasn’t doing this for the mission.

Just for a second, it almost felt like he didn’t like being watched, either.

The air was thick with expensive perfume and quiet conversation, the hum of wealth and power woven into every hushed word, every clink of delicate crystal against marble countertops.

You had barely recovered from the dance—barely managed to steady your pulse, to ignore the lingering press of Sylus’s touch against your waist—when you felt it.

The shift.

A presence.

The man in navy.

You knew he was armed. Sylus had clocked him the moment you entered the auction. Now, he was moving toward you with the slow, deliberate confidence of someone who knew they held all the cards.

Your grip on Sylus’s hand stayed loose—outwardly calm. Inside, your mind sharpened, calculating. What does he want?

The man stopped in front of you, offering a cordial but thin smile. "Congratulations," he said smoothly, voice low enough that only the two of you could hear. "It seems you've won the bid for the protocore."

Your breath stilled.

Sylus didn't hesitate.

"Of course we did," he said, the words rolling off his tongue like he had expected this outcome. His grip on your waist didn’t tighten, didn’t shift—but you felt it anyway. The smallest shift in weight, the almost imperceptible tell that said: Stay ready.

The man in navy tilted his head slightly, studying you both. His gaze lingered on Sylus for half a second longer than necessary, and something about it itched at the back of your skull.

"You must be very eager," the man mused. "Your bid came in significantly higher than the rest."

Your stomach twisted.

We never bid.

The protocore—the very thing you were sent here to prevent from falling into the wrong hands—had just been hand-delivered to you on a silver platter.

Which meant one thing: someone else wanted to see what you would do with it.

Sylus exhaled slowly, like this was nothing more than an amusing game to him. He smiled—charming, easy, the kind of expression that put people off their guard.

"Can you blame us?" he said smoothly. He turned slightly, brushing his lips against your temple in an almost thoughtless gesture. To anyone watching, it looked like an intimate moment between lovers.

To you, it was a warning.

Play along.

"After all," he murmured, just for you, "we always get what we want."

The words sent something cold down your spine.

The man in navy smiled, but there was no real warmth in it. “Well then. I do hope you’ll find it worth the price you paid.”

There was something pointed in his tone.

A test.

Sylus chuckled, smooth as silk. "Oh, we always do."

The man gave a slow, deliberate nod. Then, without another word, he disappeared into the crowd.

You exhaled, forcing the tension from your body even as your pulse pounded.

"That was too easy," you murmured.

Sylus hummed, still smiling like nothing was wrong. "Nothing is ever easy."

You knew what he meant. This wasn’t a win. It was a trap.

And you had just walked into it.

The second you were alone, slipping through a side exit into a private corridor, you turned on him.

"What the hell was that?" you hissed.

Sylus didn’t even look fazed. He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket. "That," he said lightly, "was us avoiding a very public confrontation."

You scoffed, stepping closer—too close, but you didn’t care. "They were expecting us to bid. Do you realize what that means?"

Sylus met your glare head-on, his expression unreadable. "It means someone set us up."

You exhaled sharply, fingers twitching at your side. This was wrong. This was too easy. And Sylus—Sylus was acting like this was just another game.

Except—

Something flickered behind his eyes. Just for a second.

Not amusement. Not calculation.

Something else.

And it bothered you that you couldn't place it.

The memory of his hand at your waist, the way he had pulled you closer, the way he had murmured good girl in your ear—it all resurfaced too fast, tangled with the adrenaline still thrumming through your veins.

Your breath came a little too sharp, a little too uneven, and Sylus noticed.

Because of course he did.

His smirk curled, slow and knowing. "You should be careful," he murmured. "You're looking at me like you might actually trust me."

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

And for the first time tonight, you weren’t entirely sure if the pulse pounding in your throat was from the mission—

Or from him.

The second you stepped out onto the balcony, you knew something was wrong.

The air was too still. The background murmur of the auction had dimmed just slightly, like the room itself was holding its breath.

Sylus knew it, too.

His hand slid to the small of your back, the touch feather-light, but the tension in his body told you everything.

“We need to leave,” he murmured, voice low.

You exhaled sharply. No shit.

The two of you moved fast—casual enough not to draw attention, but deliberate enough to slip unnoticed through the maze of corridors leading toward the side exit.

You made it as far as the back hall before you heard it.

The click of a safety being disengaged.

Time slowed.

Sylus moved first.

Before you could react, he was grabbing you, spinning you behind him just as the first shot rang out.

Silenced. Quiet. Precise.

The bullet grazed your arm, a sharp, searing sting.

Sylus didn’t hesitate. He pulled his gun, one smooth motion, and fired.

The man barely had time to react before he was down.

Silence.

Your breath came in sharp, uneven pants as you pressed a hand to your arm. Blood. Not deep, not life-threatening, but it burned.

Sylus turned, gaze sweeping over you, sharp and assessing. His jaw tightened.

“You’re bleeding.”

“No shit.”

He exhaled through his nose, something dark flickering across his expression. He reached for you, but you jerked back instinctively.

He stilled.

For half a second, something unreadable flashed in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced with cool calculation.

“We need to move.” His voice was even. Controlled. “Now.”

You didn’t argue.

The two of you ran.

Out the exit, into the night air, slipping through the alleyways behind the estate. Your arm ached, but you pushed forward, Sylus’s presence a solid weight beside you.

Footsteps. Close.

Shit.

A second gunman, closing in fast.

You barely had time to react before Sylus was grabbing your wrist, yanking you behind cover as another bullet whizzed past.

You turned, raising your weapon—too slow.

Sylus moved first.

A single, precise shot. The man crumpled.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You swallowed hard, your breath uneven. Sylus turned to you, and for the first time since the mission started, his expression wasn’t unreadable.

It was furious.

He stepped closer, voice low. “What the hell was that?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You hesitated.”

Your stomach twisted. “I—”

“You hesitated,” he repeated, quieter this time.

You clenched your jaw. “It was a second—”

“A second would have gotten you killed.”

The words landed like a strike.

You opened your mouth—ready to argue, ready to tell him to go fuck himself—but then—

His hand was on your wrist.

Not harsh. Not forceful. Just there.

Grounding.

Your breath stilled.

His gaze flickered to your arm, to the blood seeping through your dress. His jaw tensed.

“We’re leaving.”

Before you could protest, he was pulling you with him.

***

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Sylus had barely shut the door before he was grabbing a first aid kit, his movements too sharp, too controlled.

You sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, watching as he kneeled in front of you, opening a bottle of antiseptic.

“You don’t have to—”

He grabbed your wrist before you could pull away.

His grip was firm. Not rough, but unwavering.

You swallowed.

Sylus exhaled through his nose. “Stay still.”

You did.

Not because he told you to, but because—for the first time since you’d met him—his voice held something else.

Not amusement. Not arrogance.

Something dangerously close to concern.

He pressed a cloth to your wound, and you hissed at the sting.

His fingers twitched against your skin.

Your gaze flicked to his face—his expression was still schooled into careful indifference, but his jaw was tight, his brows drawn just slightly.

The sight of it—the way he was reacting—sent something dangerous curling in your stomach.

“You saved my life.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Sylus didn’t react immediately.

Then—

He scoffed, shaking his head. “And you hesitated.”

You clenched your jaw. “I had it under control.”

His fingers curled slightly against your wrist.

A beat of silence.

Then—

“You hesitated,” he murmured, voice lower now, quieter. “And that scared the shit out of me.”

Your breath caught.

The confession was so soft, so fleeting, that you almost didn’t believe you heard it.

But you did.

And from the way Sylus’s grip tightened—just for a second—you knew he knew it too.

The air felt too thick.

Your skin burned beneath his touch, and not just from the antiseptic.

You should pull away. You should.

But you didn’t.

Because for the first time since this entire mess started—

You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

The antiseptic stung, but it was nothing compared to the way Sylus was looking at you.

Not that he was looking at you, exactly.

No, he was focused on your arm, on the slow, careful way he wrapped the bandage, on the way his fingers skimmed against your skin with infuriating precision.

Like he didn’t even notice how close he was.

Like he hadn’t spent the last twenty minutes treating your injury with a quiet intensity that felt too much like concern.

You should say something. Break the silence.

But for once, you couldn’t.

Because your brain was still catching up to what had happened.

He had saved your life.

Sylus. Sylus. The man who had spent months making your existence a living hell. The man who smirked when he saw you struggle, who thrived on one-upping you at every opportunity.

And yet, the moment the gun was raised—he had moved first.

Had stepped between you and the bullet like it was nothing.

Had looked at you afterward like he was angry—not at the situation, but at you for being reckless.

That wasn’t how this worked.

That wasn’t what you were.

Enemies didn’t hesitate for each other.

So why had he?

You exhaled sharply, rolling your shoulders back. "You didn't have to do that."

Sylus didn't look up. "Do what?"

"Step in front of me."

He tied off the bandage with practiced ease. “Would you rather be dead?”

"That's not the point."

Now, he did look at you.

His gaze was cool. Unreadable. But there was something beneath it—something sharp, something unsettled.

"You were too slow," he said simply. "I handled it."

Like it was that easy. Like he hadn’t just—

You clenched your jaw. "I didn't ask you to."

His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. "No, you didn't."

The air shifted.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Because you both knew.

This had stopped being just about the mission the second his hand landed on your waist in that ballroom. Maybe even before that.

But acknowledging it? That would be dangerous.

So instead, you pulled your wrist free and pushed off the bed. "I need a shower."

He leaned back, exhaling slowly, watching as you grabbed a spare towel from the bathroom counter.

"Don't take too long," he murmured.

"Why?" you shot back, trying to shake the weight of whatever the hell had just happened. “The sooner we freshen up, the sooner we can leave.”

Sylus only smirked. “If you say so,” he murmured. "Get going, before I end up taking the shower first.”

You slammed the bathroom door behind you.

The water was scalding, but you welcomed it.

Anything to burn away the frustration still thrumming beneath your skin.

It wasn’t just the mission. It wasn’t just the injury.

It was him.

The way he lingered in your space, the way he looked at you like he was cataloging your every move, the way he had pulled you just a little too close when he danced with you at that goddamn auction.

It wasn’t supposed to get under your skin.

Sylus wasn’t supposed to get under your skin.

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face. Get it together. You just needed to focus. Get cleaned up. Patch the mission report. Go to sleep.

Nothing else.

By the time you stepped out of the shower, you felt somewhat calmer—at least until you realized you hadn’t brought any spare clothes into the bathroom.

You exhaled sharply. Great.

Wrapping the towel tightly around yourself, you cracked the door open, checking to make sure Sylus was—

Too late.

He was already looking at you.

And that was the moment you realized—you had fucked up.

Because Sylus was always composed. Always calculated.

But right now?

His eyes were dark. Focused.

And nothing about him looked composed.

The silence stretched too long.

You weren’t sure who moved first.

All you knew was one second you were standing in the doorway, and the next—

Sylus was in front of you.

Towering, close enough that the heat of his body pressed against your damp skin.

His eyes flicked over you, slow and deliberate.

Then—

His fingers brushed your wrist. Lightly.

Like he was giving you a choice.

Like he was daring you to take it.

Your pulse pounded.

“Sylus,” you warned.

He hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Tell me to stop.”

You should.

You had to.

This was a mistake. A bad idea.

You weren’t supposed to want this.

But when you opened your mouth—

Nothing came out.

Sylus exhaled a quiet chuckle, the sound dark, almost knowing. His fingers ghosted higher, skimming the curve of your jaw, tilting your chin up just slightly.

“This is nothing,” he murmured.

You swallowed hard. “What?”

His gaze locked onto yours, sharp and burning.

“This,” he repeated, voice lower now, rougher. “It’s nothing. Just a release.”

Your stomach twisted.

You should shove him away. Call his bluff. Laugh in his face and walk out.

But the way he was looking at you—like he was trying to convince himself as much as you—

That was what made you stay. Because maybe, just maybe—

You weren’t the only one losing control.

Silence hung between you, thick and electric, stretching the space of a single breath.

Then—

“This is nothing.”

Your own voice barely sounded like yours—low, rough, strained with something neither of you wanted to name.

But the second the words left your lips—

Sylus snapped.

He was on you in an instant, grabbing you, pulling you, devouring you.

His mouth crashed against yours, nothing careful, nothing soft—just hunger, sharp and consuming.

Your back barely hit the bed before he was on top of you, pressing down, his weight solid and commanding. The towel was barely clinging to you, but he didn’t rip it away—not yet. Instead, he gripped it, just like before, taunting, as if waiting for you to stop him.

You didn’t.

Because fuck—his mouth was everywhere. His teeth at your jaw, his tongue swiping over the sting before he bit down again.

A gasp ripped from your throat, but he swallowed it, ate it, shifting lower, lips tracing fire along your throat, down to the place where your pulse raced against his tongue.

“This is nothing,” he rasped against your skin.

Then why was he touching you like he couldn’t stop?

Why was he dragging his hands down your body, mapping every inch of skin beneath his fingertips?

Why did it feel like he was memorizing you?

Your breath hitched as his grip on the towel tightened.

A warning.

A threat.

And then—

Then he untied the towel that wrapped around you like a shield.

Cool air hit your skin for half a second before he replaced it. His hands, his mouth, all of him—everywhere.

You arched beneath him, nails digging into his back, into the expensive fabric of his dress shirt that he hadn’t even bothered to remove yet.

And God, you hated that.

Hated that he still looked put together while you were falling apart beneath him.

So you grabbed at his tie, yanking him down until your lips were against his, swallowing the sound that escaped him as you kissed him like you wanted to ruin him.

And maybe you did.

Because he growled into your mouth, low and dangerous, before finally tearing his shirt open, buttons scattering, his hands immediately returning to your skin, rough and needy.

The towel hit the floor.

And then his hands were on you.

No hesitation. No slow, teasing buildup.

Sylus had waited long enough.

His fingers dragged down your body in one deliberate, claiming stroke, his breath sharp against your throat as he pinned you beneath him.

And fuck, the way he looked at you.

Like he owned this moment.

Like he was starving for you.

“This is nothing,” he murmured against your skin.

Then why did his hands move like he was memorizing every inch of you?

Why did his mouth trace its way down your collarbone, his lips warm, his teeth sharp as he bit down just hard enough to make you arch?

A sharp inhale, your fingers clawing into his shoulders.

He chuckled. Low. Dark. Triumphant.

"That easy, sweetheart?"

You should shove him away. You should tell him to go to hell.

Instead, your breath came out in a quiet, ragged, "fuck you."

Sylus smirked against your skin. "In a minute."

And then—

His mouth was on you.

Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses trailing lower, lower, lower, each one sinking into your skin like he was claiming you.

You gasped when he reached your stomach, his tongue tracing the dip of your hip, his fingers pressing bruises into your thighs as he pushed them apart.

Your breath hitched.

Sylus looked up at you, eyes burning.

"Tell me to stop."

You swallowed hard, your head pressing back against the mattress, your pulse thundering.

But no words came.

Not even when his fingers brushed against your heat, not even when he parted you with slow, aching precision, dragging his fingertips through the slickness he knew was for him.

A low growl rumbled from his throat.

"Not so reluctant now, are we?"

You barely had time to react—

Because then he dropped lower.

And fucking devoured you.

A sharp, helpless gasp tore from your throat, your fingers yanking at his hair as his tongue flicked against you, as his mouth latched on and sucked.

Heat exploded beneath your skin, a white-hot rush curling low in your stomach as Sylus worked you—his mouth unrelenting, his grip bruising as he held you open for him, like he wasn’t going to let you escape this.

Like he wanted to feel you fall apart.

Like he needed it.

Your legs shook against his shoulders, your body arching as his tongue swirled, as he teased just enough to wreck you completely.

"Sylus," you gasped, barely a whisper, barely a breath—

But he heard it.

And fucking groaned against you.

Your stomach tightened at the vibration, at the way he dug his fingers into your thighs, like he liked hearing his name from your lips.

Like he wanted to hear it again.

"You can take more," he murmured against you, his lips brushing exactly where you needed him most.

And then his fingers joined his mouth.

A single, smooth stroke inside you, curling just right, pressing just deep enough to make you see stars.

Your moan shattered against the walls.

Sylus laughed, dark and breathless.

"That's it," he rasped, pressing a second finger inside, stretching you open, pushing you higher.

Your breath came in broken gasps, your fingers tightening in his hair, your hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the sharp, aching pleasure building low in your stomach.

And Sylus—

Fuck, he was enjoying this.

The way he was groaning against you, the way his grip was tight like he never wanted to let go—

The way his tongue stroked, the way his fingers fucked into you, slow but intentional, curling just right—

"Sylus," you choked out again, and his grin was wicked, smug, completely devastating.

"Say it again."

You refused.

You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to give him that satisfaction.

But then—

His fingers twisted, stroking right there, his tongue flicking—

Your back arched, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as your body tightened beneath him.

Sylus growled, low and satisfied.

"That's what I thought."

And then—

Then he fucking finished you.

Mouth and fingers and intent, tearing you apart with nothing but skill and precision, forcing you to come undone beneath him, forcing you to give in.

The pleasure crashed over you, sharp and devastating, a white-hot rush that had your whole body trembling as your climax hit you full-force.

You barely registered the deep, satisfied hum from Sylus as he watched you fall apart, as he felt your body tighten, as he kept moving, slow and languid, drawing it out, refusing to let you go until he was satisfied.

And only when the aftershocks faded, only when your body finally stilled, did he pull away.

Sylus hovered over you, his fingers still inside you, his mouth wet from you, his eyes ravenous.

His lips brushed against yours.

A slow, taunting whisper:

"This is nothing."

Sylus was already stripping before you could breathe.

Buttons ripped, fabric discarded, his shirt hitting the floor in a careless heap. Then his belt—yanked off, the clink of metal barely registering before his pants followed, until there was nothing left between you but skin and heat and pure, aching need.

You barely had time to react before he was grabbing you, his hands rough, demanding, pulling you onto him until you were straddling him, pressed against him, skin to skin.

A strangled gasp tore from your throat as your bare thighs brushed against his, as you felt the hard, hot press of him against your core.

And fuck, he was big.

Your hands pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his pulse beneath your fingertips.

He was just as affected as you.

Good.

But before you could move, before you could tease him the way you wanted, Sylus’s hands tightened on your hips, grinding you down against him in one sharp, devastating motion.

Your head tipped back, a moan slipping from your lips, and fuck, he felt that.

He heard that.

And it wrecked him.

Sylus snapped.

He grabbed your jaw, yanked you down into a searing, desperate kiss, teeth clashing, tongues sliding, his breath sharp and ragged.

There was no rhythm. No hesitation. Just hunger.

You felt his grip bruise against your hips as he guided you, rocked you against him, his cock thick and aching against your slick heat, sliding through your wetness, teasing, tormenting—

Your nails raked down his chest, your own breath coming in sharp, helpless gasps.

And Sylus—

He was gone.

His lips trailed fire down your throat, his teeth scraping over sensitive skin, his hands gripping, pulling, taking.

You were dizzy. Drunk on him, on the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, on the low, wrecked groan that rumbled from his throat as you moved against him, the both of you pushing each other closer and closer and closer to the edge—

No words. No thoughts.

Sylus snapped first.

His hands clawed at you, yanking you down onto him with enough force to bruise, your bare skin colliding with his, heat against heat, his cock thick and hard as it pressed against your slickness, teasing, taunting.

A strangled gasp left you, but you barely had a chance to breathe before he was moving, his hands gripping, guiding, grinding you down against him in a slow, devastating stroke that made your body tremble.

“Fuck—” you gasped, nails digging into his chest, muscles tensing as pleasure licked up your spine, white-hot and overwhelming.

Sylus groaned, low and wrecked, his grip tightening on your hips, his head tipping back against the pillows for just a second—

Just long enough for you to take control.

Your nails raked down his chest, your lips crashing against his, teeth clashing, biting, your hips moving in a slow, taunting rhythm as you teased him, sliding against him, feeling the hard, aching press of him against your slick heat—

His hands snapped up to your waist.

And then, without warning—

He lifted you, lined himself up, and slammed you down onto him.

A sharp, broken moan ripped from your throat as he filled you, thick and deep, stretching you until your nails dug into his shoulders, your whole body shaking at the sensation of being so full, so completely taken.

Sylus groaned at the feel of you, his grip bruising, his teeth gritted, like he was barely holding himself together.

“You feel—” he exhaled sharply, voice rough, wrecked, his fingers digging into your waist—“so fucking tight—”

You barely heard him.

You were already moving.

Already rocking against him, already taking more, dragging your hands down his chest, your hips grinding, your own breath ragged as the pleasure built and built and built.

Sylus growled, his hands slamming your hips down harder, forcing you to take him, forcing you to feel every inch of him, deep and devastating, stretching you open and ruining you completely.

The air was thick, hot, humid with breath and sweat, with the sound of skin meeting skin, of ragged gasps and desperate moans, of Sylus’s quiet, wrecked groans as you rode him, as you pushed him closer to losing control.

And fuck, he was close.

His fingers dug into your thighs, his breath staggered, his body tensed beneath you—

But you weren’t done with him yet.

You grabbed his wrists, slamming them above his head, pinning him beneath you, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous grind.

Sylus let out a sharp, guttural groan, his jaw clenching, his entire body twitching beneath you.

“Fuck—” he gritted out, his muscles coiled so tight, his restraint shattering at the seams.

Your nails dragged down his chest.

“You wanted this,” you taunted, voice breathless, wrecked. “Admit it.”

Sylus’s lips curled, his dark, burning eyes locking onto yours.

“You love this,” you whispered against his lips.

And that?

That was what broke him.

His arms snapped free from your grip—

And then he was flipping you, slamming you onto the bed, his body caging yours, his breath hot against your lips as he thrust into you, hard, deep, brutal.

A sharp cry ripped from your throat, your body arching as he fucked you into the mattress, as his hands held you down, his lips stealing every sound you gave him.

“You think—” thrust—“I’m the only one—” thrust—“who wanted this?”

You clawed at his back, the pleasure too much, too consuming, your mind white-hot and burning.

Sylus growled, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him, his eyes wild, unhinged, absolutely wrecked.

“You think I haven’t—” thrust—“been thinking about this?” Thrust. “About you?” Thrust, thrust, thrust.

You were falling apart beneath him, your body tightening, clenching around him, pleasure coiling sharp and devastating.

“Sylus—” you gasped, voice breaking.

His lips crashed against yours.

“I know, kitten,” he murmured against your mouth, his thrusts slowing, dragging against your sensitive, trembling body, his own breath coming in ragged, wrecked gasps.

“I know.”

You shattered.

Pleasure exploded inside you, hot and overwhelming, your back arching, your nails digging into his skin, your body clenching around him as he followed right after, a low, wrecked groan leaving his throat as he buried himself inside you, completely, fully, desperately.

The room went silent except for the sound of your breaths—shattered, uneven, raw.

Sylus’s forehead rested against yours, his hands trembling slightly where they held you.

The air was thick.

Heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, with the heat still lingering on your skin, with the weight of what had just happened.

Neither of you moved.

Sylus was still inside you, his hands still gripping your waist like he couldn’t let go, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

And you—

Your fingers were still dug into his back, your body still trembling in the aftershocks, your own breath coming in ragged, broken pulls.

But neither of you spoke.

Because fuck.

What had you just done?

Your pulse hammered in your ears, drowning out everything else, but you still felt him. Still felt the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, the way his hands twitched against your hips, the way his forehead barely rested against yours, his breath ghosting across your lips.

Not moving.

Not pulling away.

Just… there– like he was realizing it, too.

Your eyes flickered open.

And fuck.

Sylus was already looking at you.

Not arrogant. Not smug.

Just… raw.

His brow was furrowed, his breathing still uneven, his dark, burning eyes searching yours like he was trying to make sense of this.

Like he was just as lost as you, the weight of the evening settling heavily on his shoulders.

Your throat tightened.

Because this was not supposed to happen.

Not like this. Not with him.

But here you were.

Still tangled in him. Still wrapped in the heat of his body, the weight of his presence pressing down on you like a force you couldn’t escape.

His fingers twitched on your waist.

Like he was going to say something.

Like he was going to move. But he didn’t.

Because what the fuck was there to say?

Neither of you knew how to undo this.

Neither of you knew how to breathe without thinking about the way you had just taken each other—

Hard. Fast.

Desperate.

Neither of you knew how to pretend that this was just about need when your bodies still ached from how much you had chased it.

Sylus moved first.

A sharp inhale. A flex of muscle.

Then— he pulled away.

You barely registered the loss at first—your mind still reeling, your pulse still pounding from the way he had just taken you, the way you had taken him back.

But then the cold air hit your skin

You lay there, bare against the sheets, still flushed, still trembling, as Sylus sat up—his movements slow, measured, like he was resetting himself.

Like he was putting the walls back up.

Your chest tightened.

Your lips parted—instinct telling you to say something, anything, to fill the silence pressing between you.

But what the fuck were you supposed to say?

That you could still feel him? That your skin still burned from his touch? That even now, as he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers shaking just slightly before curling into a fist, you could see the wreckage of what you’d just done all over him?

No.

You wouldn’t say any of that.

Because you weren’t supposed to care.

And neither was he.

Sylus stood, his movements deliberate as he reached for his pants, as he fixed himself, rolling his shoulders like he was erasing every second of the last hour.

You watched as his jaw ticked, as his fingers flexed before he grabbed his shirt from the floor, as he hesitated for just a fraction of a second before pulling it on.

Then— Sylus turned.

For the first time since pulling away, his gaze locked onto yours.

And fuck.

That look— that quiet, burning something.

It was still there.

For a split second, you swore he might say something.

Might admit that this wasn’t nothing.

Maybe acknowledge the way you were still wrapped in the heat of each other, the way his mouth was still wet from you, the way you both knew this wasn’t over.

His expression shuttered. And whatever had flickered across his face for that one fleeting second— was gone.

Replaced with something distant. Unreadable.

And then—

He smirked.

But it wasn’t his usual smirk. It was something darker. Something knowing.

“I’ll see you at the debriefing.”

His voice was level. Calm. Like this was just any other night.

Like he hadn’t just wrecked you.

And with that, he turned and walked out the door of the hotel room.

The click of the door closing behind him sounded final.

But it wasn’t. It wouldn’t be. You knew that.

Months of fighting, of colliding, of pretending not to see each other across crowded rooms—it was inevitable.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair, your skin still tingling from him, your legs still weak from the way he had just ruined you.

Something was different now. Something neither of you wanted to name.

Sylus’s final words before leaving weren’t the problem.

It was the implication. The certainty that you would see him again.

It was the prospect of this– whatever this was, ever happening again. The look in his eyes told you everything his words refused to say.

He craved this. Craved you.

And fuck—

You weren’t sure you wanted to stop it from happening again.

[yandere-sins]

Imagine reader being a young bride of Eurypon. Gorgo has been dead for years. So why not get a new wife? He is royalty, after all.

And when Mydei came to kill his father, he took his "step-mother" for himself. I have heard that in some cultures, if a monarch dies, the next monarch inherits their wives and concubines.

The reader might despise Mydei, who murdered the "rightful ruler" and ruined the Kremnos dynasty. Now, she is not a queen, not even a queen dowager, but has been reduced to being the forced lover of a terrifying immortal demigod who has abandoned his royal duties, but she cannot do anything, she tried to assassinate Mydei several times, he comes back to life, each his death is followed by punishment.

What a banger request, thank you for sending it in ♥ Hope you enjoy it!

Warning for Violence right of the bat!

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"Why!" Stab.

"Won't!" Stab.

"You!" Stab.

"Die!" Stab.

Letting out an exhausted grunt, you finally let your shoulders sag, staring down at the mutilated, bloody chest beneath you. Blood-smeared lips curled into a smug grin as Mydei watched you from below, and you felt the rage surge into you all over again, readying the sharp knife in your hands and holding it far over your head, aiming for his throat this time.

But as you swung it down, an arm shot up, stopping you mid-stab with unnatural ease. A man bleeding out beneath you should not have had the strength to easily defend himself—not even hard enough to hurt you in return! You were supposed to have the upper hand, but instead, you were still too weak. You still couldn't defeat him.

"Stop it. Look at yourself. You'll tire yourself out."

Your usually so pristine looks, the carefully crafted appearance you upheld even after losing your title, was dishelved, locks of hair springing loose from your braids, Mydei's blood soaking into the fabrics and staining them in Kremnoian Red. You were the epitome of a warrior queen, but this wasn't a battle you could win. It was only a helpless attempt to save yourself.

It was Mydei humoring you.

Breathing out loud, you could only huff and puff, exhausted by your frustration mixed with the pain of losing everything, the grief of your life. You never loved the king, never truly felt like a queen, and Kremnos was nothing more than a violent shithole. But it had all been yours. It was the only thing you knew, the only place you ever cared for.

It was all gone now.

The knife clattered to the ground as you rubbed your hands over your face, feeling the blood clinging to them and transferring to your skin as if it were an expensive creme. Did you like the luxuries you received? Sure. But you had been forced to marry the king and serve this country. The gold and silk was what you deserved and what you were owed for putting up with so much shit all your life! If anything, the king's death should have freed you of the burdens you carried!

But once again, you were forced to be with someone you didn't like for selfish reasons that weren't your own.

"It's all your fault! Why couldn't you have just stayed away?! Why did you have to come back?! Why did you--"

Your words were cut off as lips pressed against yours. The metal taste of iron flooded your senses, still as prevalent as when you smelled it after stabbing Mydei for the first time. You had never killed someone before, a fact that enticed you even more to the previous king of Kremnos—your innocence. He liked making you watch all sorts of deaths, seeing you shiver and almost throw up from how gruesome some of them were. He just had to have you.

Like father, like son, you assumed.

But this one was a very different force to reckon with. You thought it was impossible to rid yourself of Eurypon. What could you do if not even the rightful queen could finish him? But it was different with Mydei. He welcomed death with open arms, enveloping you in them tightly while you rammed a knife through his heart. He still caressed your face when you cried, horrified with what you had done, and he held your hair back when you threw up the first few times. No matter how hard you tried to get rid of him, he'd only remind you of his superiority by punishing you in ways only an immortal madman could.

By loving you.

You bit his lip, and Mydei grinned into the kiss, pushing against you even harder. Loosing your balance, you clung to his shoulders as he toppled you over, a hand shooting out to shield the back of your head so you wouldn't bump it on the ground. The kiss was your punishment, so intense and unyielding that it raised your blood pressure all over again. A stepson kissing his stepmother, how improper! And yet, you two were barely more than two strangers whose hearts ached for different things.

Yours for freedom.

His for you.

With Mydei being situated on top of you, he could easily reach down, driving his rough, calloused hands up your leg, the flowing fabric exposing it so willingly. "You're like your father," you hissed in between breaths, your words sharper than any blade and the only thing that could hurt Mydei.

"Shut up," he replied, sounding much more grumpy than when you had stabbed him. Bullseye. If only Eurypon knew how violent you could be after all, maybe he'd have gotten rid of you instead of keeping you like a caged bird.

"There is nothing Kremnoian about you! You are weak and needy like all those weak bastards! You even killed your father and took his wife like a kid throwing a tantrum because you didn't get enough attention from him! You're so pathetic, Mydeimos, you--"

"Mydei," he interrupted your verbal attack. You let out a cold laugh, feeling his hand grip your hips tightly, as if to warn you.

"A pitiful name befitting the Okheman traitor," you spat, and Mydei chuckled, shaking his head. "You ruined everything, a whole monarchy gone because of you!"

"As if you'd care. Besides, if I'm a traitor, what does that make you? Without a king to give your life meaning, are you just a god's whore?"

Your instinct was to retaliate, but your voice got caught in your throat, tears welling in your eyes instead. You two stayed frozen in place for a moment, Mydei hovering above you, watching the changes in your expression.

"Shh, shh," he hushed, leaning down to kiss away the tears that fell almost immediately. He gently cupped your face, wiping your cheeks as the water and blood mixed, sobs escaping from your mouth as you did the only thing you knew how to do anymore: lash out.

"How dare you!" you hissed angrily, the sound of your palm striking his cheek echoing through the room, followed by your sobs and cries. "I'm the victim! I didn't want any of this! I--! I..."

"It's okay," Mydei whispered, arms wrapping around your back and pulling you upwards until you sat on his lap, sobbing into his shoulder. Your bodies made a sickening sound as they pressed against each other, the bloody skin and blood-soaked clothes squelching. The battle was over, but only now did you realize you didn't win the war.

"What am I?" you cried into the silent room, clinging to your captor while bathed in his blood. The scene was haunting, every brush of Mydei's palm down your back a sickening reminder that he was there, that he wouldn't let you hurt alone. His other hand gripped your hair, pushing you further against him, letting you feel his warmth, the heart you had stabbed beating in his chest vigorously. Beating only for you.

"Who am I?" you whispered, no longer knowing the answer. You were no queen, no monarch. No mother, no sister, no daughter anymore—everyone was either dead or gone. All you had were the ruins of a dead monarchy and the love of your previous stepson, now turned mad god.

"You're mine," you heard him say firmly, his arms suddenly feeling like iron chains wrapped around you.

"That's all you need to be."

Your cries intensified as you heard these words, the golden cage once again closing all around you at the realization. Somewhere out there, far, far away, your freedom awaited. Justice. What you were owed for all the torture you went through.

But Mydei was the golden chain holding you back, an unbeatable force that took dominion over you once again. One you couldn't escape from—again. And the biggest punishment of them all was that, despite everything, he still loved you. A fact that would never change. The only thing you could truly rely on in this world. No matter what or who you were, Mydei would still give all his love to you, despite everything, unlike all the other people in your life who forced you to be who they wanted.

It made his love almost taste like the freedom you craved more than anything.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS² * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 1 || part 3 || part 4

1.

Y/N placed her phone on the phone holder that stayed on the dashboard of her car, reducing the brightness of the screen and opening the camera app, clicking on the video tab and pressing play on the red button.

She had just left the beauty salon where she had done her nails, cleaned her eyebrows, and waxed her body. Y/N and Chris had agreed for her to pick him up at their house after her beauty moment, so the two of them had lunch together.

The girl decided to browse her For You while she waited for him with her car parked in front of the entrance. One of the first videos that appeared was of a new prank between couples. A smirk appeared on her face, and she quickly decided to do it with Chris. The fact that she had just left the beauty salon would make everything more truthful.

Moments later, she saw Chris open the front door of their house, quickly shouting something into the hall before closing it - probably saying goodbye to his brothers. Y/N smiled briefly at her phone before taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"Hi baby!" Chris greeted as soon as he opened the passenger seat door, getting into the car quickly and closing it, not needing to adjust the position or height of the seat, as that was his place and it was always ready for him - he was obviously the passenger princess of the relationship.

"Hi, my love." Y/N spoke back, turning her upper body towards him with a small smile on her face.

"Let me see them." The boy held out his hands, waiting for his girlfriend to show him her manicured nails, as they always did after she did them.

Y/N let out a laugh and raised her hands, resting her palms on top of his and wiggling her fingers lightly, feeling her cheeks burn in shyness.

Chris ran his blue eyes momentarily over her nails, his mouth opening in surprise at the choice before lifting his girl's hands carefully so as not to smudge the fresh nail polish.

He brought his lips closer to the top of her hands, sealing the soft skin, exhaling the fragrance of the cream that her manicurist always applied before gently releasing them.

"They're beautiful, baby!"

"Thank you! The eyebrows look amazing, too, and I had the best waxing experience today." Y/N had a big smile on her face, gesturing lightly. "James did exactly how I wanted-"

"Wait, James?" Chris felt his heart skip a beat, freezing in place and staring at his girlfriend, almost begging with his eyes to have heard her wrong.

"Yes, James. He was so kind and thoughtful-"

"No, no." Chris raised his right hand with his palm pointed at his girlfriend's face, cutting her off again. "I'm kind and thoughtful, not... this James guy." He shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, you are, honey. But so was he, and he cleaned all the places I wanted-"

"What? Did he see you naked? While you were spread-legged? In the air?" Chris widened his eyes comically. "No, we're going to stop at a pharmacy right now, and I'm going to buy all the items for waxing. If this James guy can do it, so can I." His voice came out high and thin. He turned his body so that he could reach the seat belt, crossing it over his body and closing it.

Y/N laughed loudly at his words, observing him.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Chris ordered, waving his right hand in a "let's go" gesture.

Y/N raised her arms in surrender, laughter still escaping her mouth as her head shook in denial. She brought her right hand to the key in the ignition, starting the engine.

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2.

Y/N propped her phone on the kitchen table so that the front camera caught the image of her and Chris, who was standing behind her with a straight look on his face, his hands resting in the front pockets of his Fresh Love sweatpants.

Y/N had asked him to record a video with her, but she didn't explain what it was about.

The girl clicked the red button on the TikTok camera, moving slightly away from her cell and positioning herself in front of Chris.

"If you want to get to him, you've gonna have to go through me first." Her tone was serious, and her eyebrow was raised. She extended her right hand and pointed it at Chris.

"Ooh, Y/N got Matt's toughness." Chris commented, nodding his head with a slight smile on his face.

Y/N laughed, turning around and facing him. She rested her hands on Chris's covered chest and stood on tiptoe, sealing her lips over his quickly.

The brunette lowered his head, still with his eyes closed, seeming to search for Y/N's lips again.

She chuckled softly at his reaction before turning to the camera, crossing her arms.

"Best brother ever." The girl added, her eyes focused on the image of Chris behind her that appeared on her phone screen.

The boy's eyes widened instantly, lifting his head and looking at her exasperatedly, his mouth opening into a perfect O.

"What the fuck? We're not in Alabama, Y/N." Chris practically screamed, taking some steps away from his girlfriend with his hands raised, feeling suddenly dizzy.

The girl threw her head back, laughing at the reaction she received.

"Oh yeah, sweet home, Alabama." Nick's voice sounded from behind her phone before the TikTok ended.

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3.

Y/N's phone was on the computer desk in her shared room with Chris, the back of it resting against the computer so that the screen was vertical and facing the room. The TikTok camera was already open and ready to start recording.

Y/N clicked the red button, and as the 5-second timer started, she sat on Chris's lap, who was in his gaming chair. The girl adjusted herself slightly, smiling when she felt Chris wrap his arms securely around her waist, squeezing her lightly.

"Okay, today we're going to do the best couples therapy: we're gonna talk about the icks we have in each other." Y/N began as she saw the video start recording, turning her face to the right so that she could see Chris, who was smiling and nodding his head.

Y/N stretched her torso and picked up two sheets of paper that were on the computer desk, keeping one with herself and giving the other to Chris, who held it in his left hand, lifting it so he could read the list over her shoulder.

"Do you want to start, baby?" He asked Y/N, receiving a nod in response.

"First on the list, when we're talking and you burp in my face and blow the smell to my direction." Y/N skimmed the list briefly, raising her head and crossing her arms, glancing at Chris from the corner of her eye.

The boy opened his mouth in exaggerated offense, eyes widening.

"You hurt me like that, that's a new love language, don't you know?" He teased, shaking his head and closing his eyes, pretending to be disappointed.

"No, that's disgusting." She pushed her shoulder back slightly, slamming it against his chest and receiving a chuckle in response. "Your turn."

"When you wear that black cropped with silver details. It's horrible." Chris wrinkled his nose, putting the sheet down after reading it again.

"I love that cropped!" The girl turned her upper body to the left, turning her face and looking at her boyfriend with an offended expression. "In fact, I didn't find it on my side of the closet anymore." She added, squinting her eyes.

"Yeah, it's been gone a long time, ma." Chris shrugged. "You didn't even like it that much. Otherwise, you would have noticed it disappearing." He quickly added upon seeing the angry expression on his girlfriend's face, raising his left hand and scratching his nape slightly, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

"We'll talk about this later." Y/N muttered, turning forward again and reading the second item on her list. "My second ick is when it gets to the end of the day, and you're too tired to shower, so you just lie in our bed in the clothes you've been wearing all day-"

Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Y/N extended her left hand, raising her index finger, stopping him.

"And I have to pull you out of bed and practically drag you to the bathroom so you can finally take a shower." She finished, turning her face towards him and raising her right eyebrow, as if to say "I dare you to contradict me".

"It's okay, I admit it, I hate showering when I'm tired. I didn't even sweat during the day!" Chris defended himself, eyes widening and instantly shutting up when he saw the look in his girl's eyes.

"Next!" She announced loudly with gritted teeth.

"My other ick is when you can't choose what or where you want to eat." Chris read the last item on his list before stretching slightly and placing the paper on the computer desk. "It's not that deep, you know? It's not your last meal. Just choose the damn food!"

"But it is that deep, food is something very serious, baby. You have to choose what you want to eat very carefully. It's the most important thing in the world-"

"Hey, I'm the most important thing in the world!" Chris interrupted his girlfriend's sentence, raising his left hand as his eyes widened, his voice coming out loud.

Y/N threw her head back, a laugh escaping her throat.

"Okay, I'll say one more. It's my last." Y/N announced, clearing her throat and looking at her paper.

"But you asked me to think of just two icks." Chris muttered, raising his right eyebrow in confusion.

"Obviously, I don't have more than two icks, I'm too awesome to have more." She rolled her eyes playfully, lifting her chin in the air in an act of false snobbery.

Chris tried to hold back his laughter, smiling slightly while rolling his eyes.

"Okay, so, when you, out of nowhere, start punching the air right in front of me. Like you're going to punch me in the stomach or something, you look like a weird kid who just got out of karate class." Y/N finished her list, throwing the paper on the floor and smiling at the camera, waiting for Chris to respond.

"Yeah, how do you want me to train to smash the faces of the crazy guys who hit on you?"

"Chris!"

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4.

(This takes place in the same universe as "Sleeping prank | Chris Sturniolo", when Y/N and Chris wake up and realize the prank Nick played on them)

"Matt, what are you doing?" Nick asked as he looked up after hearing footsteps in his direction, seeing Matt approaching with his own phone in his hand, and the rear camera pointed at the oldest.

His phone screen displayed the TikTok camera, already recording.

"There's a couple really mad at you right now." Matt announced, biting his bottom lip to contain his laughter.

Nick's eyes widened, getting up from the bed where he was sitting, standing and taking a few steps back, almost gluing his back against the large windows of the hotel room.

"Tell me you didn't show them the prank video?" Nick asked, looking at Matt with terror in his eyes. They were supposed to see when he posted the vlog many weeks ahead. Chris could be very vindictive when he wanted to.

"Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo!" The female voice echoed from behind the bedroom door, which was opened seconds later by a Y/N with crossed arms and an angry look.

Nick automatically raised his arms in surrender, smiling nervously.

"I can explain-"

"Did you see my horrible sleeping face? You're crazy!" The girl spoke calmly, squinting her eyes as she took slow steps towards him.

"No, you're wrong. You looked beautiful." Nick spoke nervously, nodding his head, keeping his arms raised.

Chris's loud laugh was the last sound Matt recorded before the video ended.

© vanteguccir

[sushiyuzu]

kento’s constant

warning: fluff — soft!kento seeks comfort in his fav place by cuddling up against you 🥰

- second acc: @blushpawss

you were lying on the couch, flipping through a magazine when the door creaked open. you didn’t even need to look up to know it was nanami. his presence was always calm, steady—just like him. but today, there was something slightly different in the air.

“you’re home,” you greeted him softly without looking away from your magazine. “how was work?”

nanami didn’t answer right away. instead, you felt the cushions shift as he sat down beside you, his movements slow and deliberate. after a long sigh, he leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

“stressful,” he murmured, his deep voice muffled against your sweater. “long day.”

you smiled to yourself, knowing nanami wasn’t one to openly complain. for him to show this much vulnerability meant it really had been rough. you closed your magazine and looked down at him, noticing how his usually composed expression was now soft with exhaustion.

“want to talk about it?” you asked, running your hand through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked.

he shook his head slightly, keeping his forehead pressed against you. “no... just want to stay like this for a bit.”

“okay,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his hair gently. “you can stay as long as you need.”

nanami wasn’t the clingy type, but you’d learned that after a particularly hard day, he sought out your presence like this. it wasn’t words he needed—it was the quiet comfort of just being close to you.

after a few moments, he shifted slightly, turning his head to the side so his cheek rested against your chest. you blinked in surprise but didn’t say anything, letting him settle. his large frame felt warm and solid against you, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him.

“you’re always so soft,” he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled against your shirt. “how do you do it?”

you chuckled softly, bringing your hand up to cup the back of his head. “just for you, i guess.”

he let out a low hum of approval, closing his eyes. “i suppose i’m lucky then.”

you felt your heart warm at his rare show of affection. nanami wasn’t someone who openly expressed his feelings often, but moments like this reminded you just how much he cherished you.

“you know,” you said teasingly, “i never thought i’d see you like this. the ever-composed nanami kento, reduced to using me as his personal pillow.”

he scoffed softly, though you could hear the amusement in his tone. “if you’re going to tease me, i’ll find somewhere else to nap.”

“oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” you said, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. “besides, i think you like this more than you’d admit.”

he didn’t deny it, and instead, he shifted his weight slightly, resting more of his upper body on top of you, his face now fully buried against your chest. for a moment, you thought he might say something else, but then you felt his breath even out as he let out a deep, content sigh.

“you’re my safe space,” he said quietly, his voice so soft that you almost missed it.

your heart skipped a beat at his confession, your arms tightening around him in response. “and you’re mine,” you whispered back.

for a long while, neither of you spoke. the weight of his body pressing into yours felt grounding, and you could tell he was finally beginning to relax after the long day. despite his calm demeanor, nanami carried a lot on his shoulders, and knowing that you could be the one to help him let go—even if just for a little while—made you feel incredibly close to him.

eventually, nanami shifted again, turning his head to the side and resting his cheek against your chest. his eyes were closed, his face peaceful, but then you noticed a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“i was just thinking,” he said, his voice low and slightly teasing. “for someone so small, you make a surprisingly good pillow.”

“oh, is that so?” you said, laughing softly as you playfully pinched his cheek. “maybe i should start charging you for all the cuddles.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “i’d gladly pay whatever price you set.”

you smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. “you don’t have to pay, kento. you get unlimited cuddles for life.”

his smirk softened into a genuine smile as he looked up at you with warmth in his eyes. “good,” he murmured. “because i don’t plan on letting go anytime soon.”

with that, he buried his face back into your chest, his arms tightening around your waist. and as you held him close, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of love for the man who, despite his composed exterior, trusted you enough to show his softer, more vulnerable side.

“thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“for what?”

“for being here. for making things... easier.”

you smiled softly, stroking his hair again. “always.”

as you lay there together, wrapped up in each other, you knew that no matter how hard the world outside got, moments like this were all that truly mattered. and for nanami, you were his constant—his place to return to when everything else became too much.

[hello-gloomy]

Not Everyone Is a Genius

Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield x Neutral!Reader

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Description: You be honest to Xeno to what's on your mind and his answer surprises you.

Warnings: Slight angst, mild horny, SCIENCE, maybe OOC of course. SPOLIERS FOR THE MANGA.

A/N: If your not far in the manga or season 4 anime deffo don't read this it's probably only mild Mentions of stuff but still just to be safe, also Xe might be a bit OOC.

Word: 700

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"What are you doing?" Xeno asks as he walks entirely inside your shared bedroom to get a better look at your current position on the floor. Your back is against the floor, and your legs are pressed upwards against the wall. You twist your head away from the book you were writing to look at him; you don't feel as dizzy as you would be if you were hanging upside down.

"Letting the blood rush down my legs so they don't hurt, " you deadpan, tiredly. All this moon mission madness has everyone working to death 24/7 with hardly any breaks, and it's starting to get exhausting. But nobody has the heart to ask the science group to slow down a bit, especially not since everyone is finally on good terms with Stanley after the original debacle.

He hums while removing his gloves and setting them on the dresser near where you lie. "Elevating your feet allows gravity to reduce excess fluid from your legs back into your heart," he starts, and you can't help but smile at his small lecture, his voice soothing your stress-induced headache. Closing your eyes and breathing deeply, you let him move around the room and finish talking about the benefits of your actions, swaying you into calmness. You only open your eyes when you hear him groan quietly and sit down upright against the wall where your legs rest, his bare hand smoothing over the skin of your calves, then to the swell of your thighs, and lastly to your sternum. You throw a hand over your face and let out a little whimper at his touch.

"How was your day?" he asks quietly, continuing to rub your legs. You sigh through your nose and uncover your eyes to look at his pale face, tracing your eyes over the 'X.' marking its upper half; you chew your lip before mumbling out a half-assed 'fine' to him and turning your head away.

"Did you know your heart rate increases when you lie?" he asks, subtly rubbing your wrist now, which makes your heart jump in your chest more so than when you lied to him.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong, or should I go about this using a trial and error method as I usually do?" He puts his hand beside your head, leaning over you and giving you options.

"I'm tired, Xeno," You blink back the tears before continuing, "So fucking tired and in pain. This space mission you guys have planned is draining; I know it may not seem that way to all you science guys in the lab, but to all of us that you have been doing all the manual labor for this project is getting exhausting, not just me but for everyone as well. Morale is low, and it's getting harder to ignore." You vent, your body aching just thinking about the rest of the endeavor you must deal with; you spare him a glance and see him watching you intently.

"I'm sorry." You snap your head up in surprise and slip your legs off at the words that just came from him; he moves to hold both of your hands in his, rubbing at them before looking back up at you.

"I'll talk to Senku and the others about taking a short break for morale." You blink in surprise, taken aback by how easily he came to this conclusion. He laughs lightly at your reaction before pulling you in for a kiss. This was a different man from the one you knew a few years ago, and it made you happy to see him changing for the better, mellowing out a bit for your sake. You wipe your eyes before pressing your forehead to his and smiling at the man you chose to fall in love with.

"Would you like to take a bath, my dear?"

"In a 'horny' way or like 'I'll take care of you' kind of way?" You jest gently, and he, in turn, covers his mouth in silent laughter.

"Whichever gets you to produce plenty of oxytocin."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me." He starts full-on dying at that.