#provocative challenge

[egirl4rent]

Formal Regal Notice of Duel – PMC Leader of eGirl4Rent, Jade Ann Byrne, to King Charles III, “The Green Man”

To His Majesty, King Charles III, False Keeper of Ireland’s Six Counties, the so-called Green Man: By the power vested in me as Paladin Jade Ann Byrne, Leader of eGirl4Rent PMC, and defender of the Irish spirit, I formally issue this regal Challenge of Duel for the reclamation of Ireland’s six stolen counties. Your reign, propped up by centuries of deception and domination, has left the people…

[thenervebible]

CONNIE PANZARINO at a pride march in Boston circa 1990

[ID: Connie is marching along in her sip 'n' puff (SNP) wheelchair. She is wearing a patterned poncho and sporting a green felt party crown on her head. She styles a pair of wire-rimmed glasses with her slicked back hair. She is smiling. Attached to the back of her wheelchair is a large green cardboard poster that reads "Trached Dykes Eat Pussy Without Comin' Up For Air!" followed by a pink upside-down triangle with a stick figure person in a wheelchair at the centre (a symbol for disabled women)].

the cyborg & the crip by Alison Kafer

[ID: “Trached dykes eat pussy without coming up for air.” Connie Panzarino, a longtime disability activist and out lesbian, would attach this sign to her wheelchair during Pride marches in Boston in the early 1990s. Shockingly explicit, her sign refuses to cast technology as cold, distancing, or disembodied/disembodying, presenting it instead as a source and site of embodied pleasure. “Trach” is an abbreviation of tracheotomy, a medical procedure in which a breathing tube is inserted directly into the trachea, bypassing the mouth and nose. Someone with a trach, then, can, in effect, breathe through her throat, freeing her mouth for other activities (another version of this sign is “Trached dykes french kiss without coming up for air”). From a cyborgian perspective, this sign is brilliantly provocative and productive. It draws on the pervasive idea that adaptive technologies grant superior abilities,not merely replacing a lost capacity but enhancing it, yet it does so in a highly subversive way. The message here isn’t about blending in, about passing as normal or hypernormal, but about publicly announcing the viability of a queer disabled location. It’s disnormalizing, adamantly refusing compulsory heterosexuality, compulsory able bodiedness, and homonormativity. As Corbett O’Toole argues, it challenges the perceived passivity of disabled women, presenting them as actively pleasuring their partners, thereby graphically refuting stereotypes linking physical disability with nonsexuality.]

[emmyouunki]

Johnny Somali: The Provocative Livestreamer Challenging Cultural Norms and Facing Legal Consequences

Johnny Somali, a livestreamer whose genuine name is Ismael Ramsey Khalid, has mixed critical contention and lawful difficulty across different nations because of his troublesome way of behaving while at the same time streaming. Known for provocative livestreams on stages like Kick, Johnny Somali acquired consideration in 2023 by participating in rude and frequently angry communications with local…

[champstorymedia]

The Power of Provocation: How Modern Art Challenges and Redefines Traditional Aesthetics

Introduction Modern art is often characterized by its ability to challenge and redefine traditional aesthetics. Artists break away from conventional norms and push boundaries to provoke thought, evoke emotion, and spark conversation. In this article, we will explore the power of provocation in modern art and how it shapes our understanding of aesthetics. The Role of Provocation in Modern Art In…

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

The soft evening light filtered through the apartment windows as Xavier dozed on the couch, one arm draped over his face. The TV played quietly in the background, some documentary about astronomy he’d insisted on watching but had fallen asleep to within minutes.

You approached quietly, smiling at how peaceful he looked in these rare moments of complete relaxation. On impulse, you leaned down close to his ear and let out a soft, suggestive moan.

The effect was immediate. Xavier’s eyes snapped open, all traces of sleep vanishing instantly. He turned to face you, his gaze suddenly alert and focused entirely on your face.

“Was was that?” he asked like he can’t believe of what he had just heard.

“Nothing,” you replied with a teasing smile.

He sat up straighter, watching you with that gaze that seemed to look straight through you. “You wouldn’t wake me up like that without purpose.”

The apartment felt suddenly quieter, the documentary’s narration fading into the background as he continued to observe you, waiting. He remained still, but there was a visible tension in his posture now.

“Did you want something specific?”

You tilted your head slightly. “I thought you might prefer me to your documentary. Was I wrong?”

When you didn’t elaborate further, he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. You noticed the slight quickening of his breath.

“If you’re suggesting what I think you are,” he said, his voice dropping slightly lower, “then perhaps we should move to the bedroom.”

He stood up, still holding your hand, the documentary completely forgotten. “You woke me up,” he stated simply, tugging you in a hurry toward the hallway. His thumb traced small circles on your skin as you walked.

“Now,” he said quietly, closing the door behind you, “I’ll make you make that sound again.”

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

The home office was Zayne’s sanctuary, even on his rare days off. The space was meticulously organized—medical journals stacked neatly, his laptop open to patient files he was reviewing despite technically being off-duty.

You hesitated at the doorway before deciding to proceed with your little experiment. Approaching his desk, you leaned over his shoulder as if to see what he was working on. Then, close to his ear, you let out a deliberately provocative moan.

His fingers froze mid-keystroke. For a moment, he remained perfectly still, the only movement the slow rise and fall of his chest as he took a deep breath.

“I have ten more minutes of work,” he said, his voice even but with an edge to it. His eyes, when they met yours, had darkened. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”

“What if I don’t want to wait?” you challenged.

His jaw tightened as he checked his watch. “Ten minutes,” he repeated firmly. “I need to finish these notes. After that...” He stood up, closing some of the distance between you. His hand reached out, fingers brushing along your jawline before he leaned in close.

“After that, I’ll give you something real to moan about,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He pulled back, his expression once again composed as he returned to his chair. “Ten minutes,” he said one final time, already refocusing on his work, though you noticed his typing speed had increased considerably.

“I’ll be timing you,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. You lingered, watching as he tried to concentrate on the screen before him. The slight tremor in his hands revealed how affected he truly was. His perfectionist nature wouldn’t allow him to leave work unfinished, but his usually impeccable focus was clearly compromised.

You wondered if he would actually last the full ten minutes, or if his self-control would finally break.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Rafayel’s studio, illuminating half-finished canvases and scattered art supplies. He stood before his painting, brush in hand, lost in the world of his creation. Thomas had been trying to contact him all morning about an upcoming exhibition, but Rafayel had switched his phone off hours ago.

You approached quietly from behind, admiring how the light caught in his hair as he worked. On impulse, you leaned close and breathed a soft, sensual moan directly into his ear.

The paintbrush clattered to the floor, splattering tiny dots of colors across the floor. Rafayel stood frozen, his hand still suspended in the air where it had been working moments before.

Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes wide and unfocused. “That’s... that’s not fair,” he managed, his voice unusually strained.

“I didn’t know I needed to play fair,” you replied with an innocent smile. “Did I break your concentration?”

You took a step back, amused at his reaction, but he quickly closed the distance.

“No, no retreating now,” he said, a mix of playfulness and seriousness in his voice. “You can’t just do that and walk away.”

“Maybe I just wanted your attention,” you said.

His hands reached for yours. “Do you know what sounds like that do to me?” he asked, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together.

“Why don’t you show me?” you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper.

“My sweet darling,” he murmured against your neck. “Always knowing exactly how to distract me.”

Without warning, he scooped you up, abandoning his painting without a second thought. “This can wait another day,” he declared, carrying you toward the door. As he walked toward his bedroom, he paused only long enough to press his lips to your ear. “Make that sound again,” he whispered.

“Like this?” you breathed, repeating the moan directly against his skin.

His heart hammered against your side where he held you close, his usually steady artist’s hands trembling slightly with barely contained desire.

“Mmm, some masterpieces require a different kind of canvas.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Warm evening light cast long shadows through the expansive windows of the private residence. Sylus reclined on the plush sofa, a book balanced in one hand while the other absently swirled a glass of deep red wine. These quiet moments were rare—moments where he set aside the mantle of leadership and simply existed in the comfort of his own space.

You approached silently across the thick carpet, observing how the fading light caught the sharp angles of his profile. On impulse, you leaned close to his ear and let out a soft, deliberate moan.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Sylus went perfectly still, only his eyes moving as they flicked up from the page. Without rushing, he marked his place in the book and set it aside, followed by the wine glass.

“How interesting,” he said, voice deceptively casual despite the sudden intensity of his gaze. “I was just thinking the evening was lacking something.”

“Were you now?” you asked, maintaining eye contact. “Happy to provide a distraction.”

In one fluid motion, he pulled you down onto the couch beside him, his hands settling possessively on your waist. “Is there something you want from me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Or are you simply trying to capture my attention?”

“Maybe both,” you replied, not backing down from his intensity. “Is it working?”

When you didn’t elaborate further, his grip tightened slightly. “You know better than to start games you don’t intend to finish.”

“Who says I don’t intend to finish?” you challenged, this time straddling his lap.

He shifted, bringing your faces closer together. “Right here? On this couch? I’m perfectly willing to accommodate if that’s what you’re asking for.” His thumb traced your lower lip, his expression equal parts challenge and desire. “Just say the word.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you whispered against his finger.

Sylus seemed perfectly content to let you decide the next move. One hand moved slowly up your back, coming to rest at the nape of your neck.

“Well?” he prompted, one eyebrow raised in that particular way that made it impossible to tell if he was challenging you or genuinely asking. “What will it be?”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows of the home office where Caleb had been working for hours. Despite being off-duty, he remained dedicated to reviewing the latest training protocols for the newest batch of Fleet officers.

When you entered, he acknowledged you with a quick smile before returning his attention to the document in front of him. “Just need to finish this section,” he explained, not looking up from his work. “Shouldn’t be much longer.”

“You said that two hours ago,” you reminded him gently, approaching his desk.

You observed the focused concentration on his face—so different from his usual playful demeanor when you were alone together. On impulse, you leaned down close to his ear and let out a soft, suggestive moan.

His hand froze mid-note, digital pen pressing so hard against the tablet that the screen glitched momentarily. You watched as the muscles in his shoulders tensed beneath his casual t-shirt, his entire body going rigid.

When he finally turned to look at you, his eyes had darkened, all thoughts of work evidently forgotten. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting your attention,” you replied innocently. “Is it working?”

You took a small step back, a smile playing at your lips, but Caleb was faster. His chair scraped against the floor as he stood in one fluid motion, catching your wrist before you could retreat further.

“You don’t get to do that and just walk away,” he said firmly, pulling you closer until you were trapped between his body and the desk.

“I wasn’t walking away,” you meet his intense gaze.

With one sweep of his arm, he cleared a space on the desk, documents and tablets pushed unceremoniously to the side. He lifted you onto the cleared surface.

“I was trying to work,” he murmured against your neck, his hands already finding their way beneath your shirt. “But clearly you had other ideas for how I should spend my afternoon.”

“Maybe I was tired of sharing you with your work,” you admitted, tilting your head to give him better access.

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “You’re going to have to deal with the consequences of that little sound you just made.”

Based on this request.

[aakeysmash]

Tattooartist!Sukuna who is so used to being ogled by girls that he’s on the verge of putting his 2 weeks’ notice in. He knows he’s hot, muscular, breathtaking even (like some girl said while sitting on the studio chair and trying to get in his pants), but people piss him off, both men and women. He wishes he could just ink them up and never see them again.

And when he sees you staring at him from across the room he’s sure you’re about to say the same shit every other girl has said in the past three years he worked at the studio. But he’s utterly surprised when, instead, you turn around and close the door behind you.

He waits for you to come back, because you do have a tattoo appointment, but you don’t. That’s why he presses his ear against his door to listen to you trying to reschedule your appointment when there’s another tattoo artist instead.

He gets out and leans on the door, making himself visible, and when the girl at the reception asks you why you want to reschedule you look at him while saying “I just don’t think he’s professional enough to make what I’m looking for.”

And now you’re pissing him off, because he’s good at what he does and he knows it. So he comes closer to you, trying to intimidate you with his height, and slowly challenges you saying how he will get your stencil done for free. If you don’t like it he will personally pay for your tattoo, no matter the price. You accept the challenge, tattoos are super expensive these days, what do you really have to lose?

And that’s how you find yourself in his bedroom getting pounded from the back, your fresh tattoo on your spinal column.

“Thought you said I wasn’t professional enough, mh baby?” He whispers in your ear. “Looks like you enjoyed the tattoo, yeah?”

Between moans you manage to slightly turn around and kiss him on the lips. While you’re still close to his face you smirk.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it more than me.”

You feel his dick jump at your provocative tone, and he picks up his pace while standing back up. He slaps your ass, hard, earning himself a squeal before feeling your pussy cream on his dick.

“Fuck yes I do.”

[missposessive]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET.

rafe cameron x sister’s bestfriend!reader

author’s note - I will make it a habit to make a rafe fic of almost every song on aftercare..listen to dirty little secret by Nessa Barrett to get the vibes. xoxo

warnings - provocative language, fucking your best friends brother, being fwb, doggystyle, NOT proofread, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP.), creampie, implied pregnancy but it’s optional, mouth covering, more of a blurb but u get the gist, pogue!reader.

let’s keep it discreet, sneakin’ out the back door. You’re so into me, what ya doin’ that for?

The party.

God, the party. That was the first time you and rafe had hooked up. How it happened? You had no idea. What was the saying? Blame it on the alcohol? Yeah, you both opted to go with that.

But then it became a habit. A bad, bad habit. Seriously, what kind of friend hooks up with her friend’s brother?

But, come on. It was rafe. Rafe Cameron. Was he a psycho? Maybe, but his touch on you didn’t reflect that.

You were both at a gathering at ward’s house, eyeing each other in your fancy get-ups from across the room. Sarah begged you to come, not that you felt like you belonged (as a pogue, at that.), but you couldn’t say no to her. But you knew how this night would end.

After hours of incessant rambling and rich laughs, your eyes followed rafe as he gave you a look. This wasn’t the first time you two had snuck away, so you recognized it. You took the hint immediately and touched Sarah’s arm, excusing yourself and telling her you’d be back.

Rafe looked different from when you started messing around with him. He was more muscular now, a buzz cut that made him way more attractive than you cared to admit, and in that black suit? God have mercy on your soul.

He smirked, setting his drink aside as he eyed you. “You made it.” He immediately stepped closer, and though you were hesitant due to your fear of being caught, you still let his hands find wherever they needed to go.

“You should know I would.” You looked up at him, and he only chuckled in response before bending you over the railing of the backyard which was surprisingly vacant. You could only hope it’d stay like that, at least until after you get your back blown out.

Rafe decided to do the absolute most and grab your leg, propping it up on the railing as he watched your dress ride up. He bit his thumb for a second before sighing out, feeling your skin. “What’d you tell Sarah?” He murmured, kissing your back.

“That I had an emergency…I’d be back..” you muttered out, feeling a bit embarrassed at how quickly you lost composure just from a few light touches and kisses.

“Guess you’ll have to be extra quiet today then.” He sighed out.

Though, that was a challenge when he had your dress bunched up in his hand, covering your mouth with the other as he pounded into you. “F— fuck, rafe!” You moaned into his hand, and he groaned over and over again from the sounds your bodies created together. “Fuck. I know you’re close. Cum for me.” You hated how well he knew your body. The tiniest twitch, the smallest breathier moan, and he knew you were on the edge. His hands dropped from the bunched up dress and went to rub your clit, his eyes focused intently on you. You were a sight to see.

Rafe began twitching a bit, his own groans and moans getting more feverish before he thrusted just a few more times before spilling into you. He kept himself there for a bit. “Hope you’re on the pill,” He smirked out, breathing unsteady and breathy.

“Or we’ll have to keep another dirty little secret.”

[rain-in-numbers]

Thinking about a threesome, but it's just me and another dom competing to see who can ruin the cute, naive girl who watches us sitting on the bed with sparkling, eager eyes.

It's just a game, a constant back and forth of provocations. The bed is completely in disarray from our heated encounter. My body weight is completely on top of our girl, one of my arms around her neck and my teeth digging into her neck, my hips pounding hers mercilessly and we can hear how loud her wetness is as she takes my strap so well. My gaze can't be taken off the dom who watches me with a mixture of desire and impatience. And suddenly the cute little thing under me lets out a little cry of pleasure that makes me smirk with superiority, I wink at the dom who just rolls her eyes in response and pushes me away so she can claim her turn...

The night ends with our poor, adorable toy lying on the bed, her skin covered in kisses, bites, hickeys, breathing heavily and her mind wandering completely clouded...

And the other dom and I, with our breathing still agitated, can't stop challenging each other with our eyes.

This is about wlw/sapphic/lesbian sex

[ditzyrafe]

— catching roommate!rafe moaning ur name

warnings — masturbation, lewd language

the sound wasn't loud, but it was distinct. a thump against the wall shared by your bedrooms, followed by a low, muffled groan. you paused in the hallway, head tilted. curiosity, sharp and insistent, pulled you towards rafe's door. it wasn't fully closed. another sound drifted out — a sharp intake of breath, followed by a strained, breathy syllable that sounded suspiciously like… your name?

heart suddenly hammering against your ribs, you pushed the door open just a tiny bit more, peering through the sliver of space. the sight that greeted you made the air freeze in your lungs. rafe was sprawled on his back across his bed, shirtless, boxers pooled around his ankles. one hand gripped the headboard, knuckles white, while the other moved relentlessly, around his thick, veiny and throbbing cock. his head was thrown back against the pillows, eyes shut tight and face contorted in such pleasure.

and then, clear as day, he groaned it again, louder this time, raw and desperate. your name. "ahh, fuck…"

your breath hitched loud enough for him to hear over his own ragged breathing. his eyes snapped open, wide and startled, locking instantly onto yours in the doorway. for a split second, sheer panic flashed across his face, his hand freezing mid-stroke. you should have slammed the door, ran, pretending like you saw nothing. but you were frozen, caught in the unexpected intensity of his gaze, the undeniable proof of his desire laid bare before you.

then, something shifted. the panic faded, replaced by a flicker of something else — challenge? a slow, predatory smirk started to curl his lips. he didn't scramble for cover. he didn't apologise. instead, keeping his eyes locked firmly on yours, he deliberately resumed his rhythm. slow at first, almost lazy, letting you watch the way his slick fist glided up and down his thick shaft, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the movement.

a low hum vibrated in his chest, the sound deliberately provocative now. he was clearly putting on a show. for you. his breathing grew heavier again, louder, each exhale a controlled release. he watched you watching him, his eyes darkening, pupils blown wide. the air crackled, thick with unspoken tension and undeniable electricity of the moment. you leaned against the doorframe, unable to look away, mesmerised by the sight of him like this.

his pace quickened, strokes becoming shorter, harder now. his lips were parted as a low, guttural moan escaped him, no longer muffled, clearly intended for your ears. "ah, fuck- m' so close." sweat beaded on his forehead, tracing paths down his temples. he pumped his fist faster, harder, hips bucking off the mattress with each desperate thrust, eyes never leaving yours, pinning you in place with the sheer force of his imminent release.

your name ripped from his throat in one final, guttural cry as his back arched sharply, his whole body going rigid. his hips gave a final, violent jerk, and thick ropes of white pulsed from the head of his cock, splattering against his sweat-slicked abdomen. he shuddered violently, collapsing back against the pillows, chest heaving, gasping for air. his eyes remained fixed on you as he kept milking himself dry.

"why don'cha come over and lick me clean."

taglist ; @13hischiers @rafesprecious @mayanqueenxx @dreewsepj (join here) | divider creds ; @/anitalenia @/fairytopea

© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!

[cutehoons02]

A sweet poison

Special 1000 followers!!!

Harry Potter series Jake pt

*pairing: pervy ravenclaw Sunghoon x popular slytherin Girl

*trope: opposites attract

*synopsis: Y/n, a cunning, spoiled, and provocative Slytherin, constantly clashes with Sunghoon, a brilliant and cynical Ravenclaw, who is irresistibly drawn to his complex personality. Despite the tension between them and their mutual attitude of defiance, an intense chemistry emerges beneath their banter. Their relationship evolves into a game of power and attraction, where provocations become a battleground, fueled by passions that are never fully expressed. Y/n, always in control, challenges Sunghoon to push past his limits, while he struggles to maintain his cool, but fails to do so completely.

*tags: A lot of tension, Hoon is slightly shy and the protagonist a bit spoiled, a lot of kisses, make couple as prefects of the castle at night, power games, degradation, masturbation (m. hidden room of the castle) unprotected sex (don’t horny) (f. masturbation) suckers, fingering, dirty talk, obsession, pet names (vipers,princess) (hoon,hoonie) +18, confession of their feelings

(English is not my native language)

Being a Slytherin in 2025 had become, for many, almost a trend—a label to flaunt with pride — all smug smirks and loosened ties around stiff collars but you weren’t like them. Your name carried weight.

Your surname whispered in the corridors of Hogwarts, came with a heavy legacy. Daughter of one of the last Pureblood families still loyal to the old magical aristocracy. Not the polished, flashy kind fit for magazine covers, but the real kind — the kind that had shed blood and cast spells to protect their name... and that of others.

Your father was in Azkaban. He had protected the Malfoy family — and not only them. He made forbidden deals, hid evidence, and buried names.

He wasn’t a Death Eater, but… he’d come damn close. And you?

You wore that burden like an emerald choker: heavy, uncomfortable, but devastatingly beautiful.

You couldn’t care less about people’s blood status — if someone studied at Hogwarts, they deserved to be there. Period but you'd never stoop so low as to say it out loud.

Not when your Slytherin aura — cold, elegant, untouchable — was such a convenient way to keep people at bay… and keep eyes on you from those too scared to get close.

The boys wanted you. The girls… either feared you or desperately tried to be near you. Real friends? You could count them on one hand. Maybe half.

And then there was him.

Park Sunghoon. Ravenclaw. Muggle-born. One of the brightest — most dangerously intelligent — wizards of his generation. Hoon didn’t believe in Houses. He didn’t care for appearances — he believed in results, merit, and reason over instinct. He looked at you the way someone looks at a particularly annoying problem — an equation that refused to make logical sense. You were brilliant, sure. But too… theatrical. Too seductive. Too moody. Too everything.

And yet, he couldn’t look at you. There were days when he’d stare from across the room, thinking you wouldn’t notice. But you did. You always did. Because he hated you — or at least, that’s what he told himself.

The truth?

He wanted you. Worse — he couldn’t get you out of his head.

And you knew it. Oh, you knew.

Every time you walked past him, you left behind a trail of perfume and poison. Every time you sat near him in the library, just to throw him off.

Every time you dropped a razor-sharp comment in class, and caught that twitch of a smile on his lips — the one that said only one thing:

This girl is driving me insane.

He hated how perfectly dramatic you were. You loved how hard he tried not to notice and while everyone at Hogwarts kept on with their lives — botched potions, flying brooms, half-cast spells — the two of you were there two opposite poles. Two Houses at War and yet, all it took was a look, a silence held a second too long, a whispered fight in a forgotten tower and the world stopped making sense.

The magic hall was one of the oldest in the castle. Tall, gothic, with faded tapestries on the walls, embroidered with the entwined symbols of the four Houses: the lion, the snake, the badger, and the raven.

Floating candles flickered in the air, casting a warm golden light that spilled across faces, neatly pressed uniforms, and the excited murmurs of the students.

You walked in as you always did — with that graceful step that wasn’t trying to draw attention… but always did.

The muffled sound of your shoes on the ancient floor almost seemed to set the rhythm of everyone’s breathing.

You sat in the Slytherin section, back straight, gaze sharp.

Everyone was talking — about Quidditch, the ever-trashier Muggle Ball, or checking if the Headmaster had arrived yet.

But your eyes, went straight where they shouldn’t have. There they were:

Heeseung — all lion pride and cocky grin. Next to him, T/L — his sister, a textbook Hufflepuff, kindness written across her face and sunshine in her voice. Sunoo, beaming as always and then… him.

Park Sunghoon.

Blue and black uniform, perfectly crisp.

Broad shoulders under his cloak. Long legs folded with that obsessive precision. His hair, thick and styled, always looked just a little tousled — like he’d fought a storm and come out victorious on purpose. You leaned against the desk with poised elegance, fingers laced.

T/L caught your eye and smiled warmly. You returned a faint nod — your rare, sincere way of saying “Yeah, I see you.”

And that’s when you noticed it — Hoon’s flushed cheeks.

The moment he saw you'd seen him, he looked away with a clumsy shift and pretended to adjust his tie. And you? You laughed — quietly, inwardly. Every time, the same story… those cheeks. That boyish flush. He always said it was the cold… sure. Cold ears, cold wrists, cold neck.

If you caught him jerking off thinking about you, he’d say he was “training against chronic irritation.”

Pathetic.…Adorable. But pathetic.

You didn’t even have time to tease him properly — you already had a few sharp lines ready on your tongue — When the great doors opened.

The Headmaster entered, and silence fell like a spell.

His voice, as every year, was slow, deliberate, and heavy with the solemnity only Hogwarts could conjure.

-Prefects, students, welcome to the next stage of the Conjunction Project- he began, hands clasped behind his back. -As you know, this exercise is meant to encourage inter-house collaboration…-

The speech went on, but the hall felt like it was holding its breath.

The duets. Mixed-House pairs, assigned for missions, studies, and exercises.

Two whole months and unless someone was hospitalized with dragon fever, the partners wouldn’t change.

-No exceptions,- the Headmaster added. -Except magical impossibility or illness. I trust that’s clear.-

He looked down at the parchment and began reading names. Each pair sparked groans, giggles, or sighs of resignation.

Until— Park Sunghoon… and Y/n L/n.-

Silence cracked the room for a second too long. Then came the whispers.

The stifled laughter, you turned your head toward him. He rolled his eyes in slow, theatrical disbelief and you smiled — that slow, sharp, challenging smile of yours, with just a touch of venom.

Of course.

Of course, this had to happen. As if it wasn’t enough having her voice in my dreams and her legs in my head. Two months. Two fucking months with her. With that tongue that only knows how to provoke, and that smile that makes me want to shut her up… and not with a spell,

Sunghoon thought.

It was 8:50 PM when you stepped out of the pool. Your hair is still damp, your skin carrying the scent of lavender salts and calming spells. You’d indulged a little too much in the prefects’ private sauna — one of the very few privileges in the castle that made you feel treated the way you deserved.

By 8:57 PM, you were still on the other side of the castle. At exactly 9:00, the astronomical clock in the heart of the tower struck with a solemn, echoing dong. At 9:02, you were running — cloak fluttering behind you, your shoes still a little wet in your rush. And by 9:06, you saw him.

Hoon was already there, standing at the entrance of the North corridor in the East Tower, bathed in the flickering light of an enchanted torch. His blue-and-black cloak perfectly in place, tie tight, expression unreadable… and his foot tapping impatiently against the floor. Living cliché, you thought. You approached with a confident step, a smirk playing on your lips. “Already checked the ghosts of the tower, or just practicing your patience on me?” Your voice was smooth, with just the right dose of poison. Hoon looked up at you with a huff. “You’re late.” His tone was sharp, precise — almost surgical. “Your first patrol. Congratulations, Y/n. You managed to turn duty into a spa-diva drama performance.” You let out a soft laugh and stepped even closer — your cloak parting just enough to reveal your bare legs under the uniform, your wand tucked into a garter you wore purely for vanity. “Oh, Hoonie…” you whispered, tilting your head. “Don’t tell me you’re flushed with rage again.” You reached out and theatrically brushed your fingers along his warm, blushing cheek. “You know, if you want to join me in the sauna, you just have to ask. No need to fake the fury.” Hoon clenched his jaw and took half a step back, throwing you a dark look. “It was the cold. You know, that thing that exists outside your cloud of perfume and narcissism.” His tone was sarcastic, biting but behind that stiff mask, you saw it. You always saw it — the red in his cheeks, the slightly quicker breath, the way he couldn’t look at you for more than three seconds without turning away. You followed as he started walking, those long legs moving quickly down the corridor. “What’s wrong, Ravenclaw? Running away from me?” You teased, following at a slower, more deliberate pace — a graceful glide. “Or are you afraid that if you slow down, you’ll, I don’t know… notice the sound of my footsteps behind you a little too much?” He lit the path with his wand, snapping out a curt “Lumos,” and without turning around, shot back: “The only sound I notice is your ego entering every room three minutes before you do.” You laughed. Quietly. Seductively. You walked behind him like a shadow — but with the elegance of an ancient charm.

What a challenge. What a damn walking riddle. He wants me. I see it. I feel it. But every time, he hides behind his bookish logic — and I love every second of this war. He’s playing. As always. And every time — every damn time — I catch myself thinking about that mouth… even while fending off Dementors during training.

Two months. Two. Whole. Months. What the hell did I do to deserve this divine punishment wrapped in a school uniform?

--

You walked up to him as you continued down the dark corridor.

“Hoon?”

“Mhm?”

“You forgot to check behind that statue. There could be a Boggart… or worse… a student breaking curfew.”

He half turned.

You were too close — eyes locked on his, your breath brushing against his skin, and you bit your lip.

“You should check, you know. It’s your duty… Prefect Park.”

And you walked ahead, this time without another word but his ears were still red.

How is it even possible that someone who looks like he was sculpted by a god is too boring to give him a single flaw?

That straight, sharp nose — so unlike your own. You had a slight bump, and that difference annoyed you… and excited you at the same time.

His moles, scattered across his face like secret little constellations. You knew exactly where they were, by heart.

Thin lips, but slightly full, like they were always about to tell you something he’d never say.

Or kiss you — but only if you deserved it.

His hair was thick, dark, just messy enough from the November wind.

And those shoulders. Those damn broad, straight shoulders.

Lean, defined body — nothing flashy… but you knew what was under that uniform.

That image was still burned into your mind — him in the prefects' pool. Shirtless, water dripping from his neck, running down his chest, and stopping where eyes weren’t supposed to look.

But you had looked. Oh, you’d looked perfectly.

That’s exactly when he turned abruptly and pointed his wand at you — not threateningly, but just enough to make you raise an eyebrow.

“You should be checking the corridors, not counting my moles.”

His tone was cynical. Tired. Irritated.

You smiled. Slowly. Poisonously. Your signature move.

“Honestly, I find your constellations much more interesting. It’s November, after all. No sane person’s out at night in this cold… except for the two of us.

One because he’s a control freak, and the other because… well. Just look at this luck.”

Hoon clenched his jaw.

“Being a prefect isn’t a privilege to strut down corridors like it’s a fashion show. You have duties, Y/n.”

“Oh, Hoonie… such seriousness. Are you saying you don’t like it when I look at you?”

You stepped a little closer.

“Because you can pretend all you want… but your cheeks, sweetheart, are literally screaming ‘look at me again.’”

“It’s because of the cold.”

“Of course it is. And I’m a Hufflepuff with a heart of gold.”

The bickering went on like that the whole patrol.

You teasing him, him snapping back — sharp responses, always with that barely-contained nervousness that betrayed everything he refused to admit. Pure tension. Loaded silences. Steps were taken too close. Glances that lasted one second too long. Until the shift ended.

You walked together toward the common rooms, and when you reached the entrance to Slytherin, you turned for one last jab.

“So chivalrous. Walking me right to the serpent’s lair. Should I be moved?”

Hoon looked at you with steady eyes and a flat voice.

“I do this for everyone. You’re not special, Y/n. You’re just like the others.”

You stared at him for a second. Silence. Then, with a half-smile:

“Ah. Then it must be a real problem… that none of those other girls make you lose your mind like I do, right?”

He clenched his jaw. His eyes — for a second — lit up with something that wasn’t just sarcasm anymore.

Something darker. Something far more wanting. But he said nothing. Just a cold: “Goodnight.”

And turned away, his cloak brushing against his ankles as he walked off — with that damn perfect stride.

It had been two weeks since patrols with Hoon started, and every single night had been its kind of chaos — all silent steps and poisonous words.

One night, you’d found him in the middle of a corridor with his shirt open, locked in a duel with a fleeing wizard (spoiler: he took him down in one move).

Another time, you two ended up hiding behind a statue to avoid Peeves, and you fell on top of him — hands on his chest, heart in your throat.

Other nights, it was just silence, and you found yourself walking too close, breathing him in, imagining things that had nothing to do with patrolling.

But that night, you were on time.

You’d spent hours in the Common Room, hunched over scrolls, books, and vials.

Amortentia had almost melted your brain — not just because of how complex the potion was, but because of what it meant.

The love potion. The one that smelled like your deepest desire.

You stretched slightly as the evening cold sliced through the air like a thin blade. Fingers frozen, lips chapped but your eyes were all on him.

Hoon was there, leaning against a stone wall, with that usual Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around his neck.

Tired eyes, messy hair, pale skin kissed by the cold.

How do you always look so annoyed… and so fucking gorgeous at the same time? you thought.

He noticed you looking. Again. He shot you a sharp look.

“Can you not stare like you’re trying to read my mind?”

“Aww, are you nervous tonight?” you giggled. “Afraid I’ll find out that beneath all that Ravenclaw perfection, you’ve got a soft heart?”

He scoffed, gripping his wand tightly.

“No. I’m afraid you’ll freeze me solid with your gaze. You’ve got a Basilisk effect.”

You walked for a few minutes, stairs creaking beneath your steps, until your voice broke the silence:

“Have you studied Amortentia?”

“Obviously yes. Not all of us spend our time staring at people or brewing random potions.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So you heard mine didn’t turn out right, huh?”

“Oh, word got around.” He turned with a half-smile.

“I’d bet your beloved would smell like… let’s see… mist, moldy moss, and maybe even a hint of aromatic agony.”

You stopped.

No laughter. No teasing. Your gaze went ice-cold.

“Real funny, Park. He didn’t answer right away. He looked at you.

Then took a step forward — but you turned and started walking again, ignoring him. The silence grew thick. Almost solid.

Hoon followed you, but said nothing.

“Y/n—”

“Don’t.”

“It was just a joke. Don’t be childish.” You stopped dead in your tracks.

“You know what all of you are?” Your voice trembled — but not from the cold. “You all think you’re so clever. So superior. But you don’t know shit about me.”

He said nothing.

“To you, I’m just the daughter of the guy in prison. The pretty Slytherin — spoiled, easy to hate. But have you ever wondered what it’s like to carry that crap with you every single day? At Hogwarts, people talk. Always. They never forget. And they think they know you just because of your last name.”

Hoon looked at you. His expression had changed. No more sarcasm. No more coldness. Just something more human. More real.

“I…”

He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

“If you want to make fun of me, go ahead. But at least do it properly.

Not with that cheap sarcasm. And next time you bring up Amortentia, remember: Not everyone gets to smell something beautiful. For some of us… it just smells like loneliness.” And you walked away.

Leaving him there — alone, confused… and with a strangely heavy heart.

The Potions classroom was wrapped in a pulsing dimness, lit only by the flickering flames beneath the cauldrons and the pearly shimmer of the potions in progress.

Professor Slughorn, as enthusiastic as ever, clapped his hands and announced,

<Well, everyone, today we’ll test your true skills: each of you will brew Amortentia without the aid of books. Rely on your memory and your talent.>

After an hour of careful focus, mixing rose petals, Ashwinder eggs, and Moonwater, most of the students had completed their brews.

Professor Slughorn moved through the classroom, scrutinizing each cauldron with a practiced eye.

Next to you, T/L — Heeseung’s sister and your friend — leaned over her cauldron to smell her potion. A sudden flush bloomed across her cheeks.

“So?” you asked in a teasing whisper, smiling mischievously. "What do you smell?”

-N-nothing in particular,- she replied, trying to sound casual.

“Liar,” you grinned. “You turned red like an apple.”

T/L lowered her gaze, flustered.

-Alright, alright… I smell vanilla, rain, Quidditch field grass, and… freshly baked bread.-

You burst into laughter.

“Those scents only remind me of one person in this class — Jake Sim, Gryffindor’s top flirt. His list of conquests is longer than Fantastic Beasts.”

-Shh! Shut up!- she hissed, shooting you a glare while trying not to smile.

Professor Slughorn approached your station, inspecting your potion with interest.

<Excellent, Y/N,> he said with a pleased nod. <Your Amortentia has the perfect mother-of-pearl sheen, and the vapor spirals beautifully. Flawless work.>

He smiled and added,

<Now, lean in and tell me what you smell.>

You bent over the cauldron and inhaled deeply.

But… nothing. No scent reached you. No familiar fragrance. No unfamiliar one. Just… olfactory silence.

Professor Slughorn looked at you, puzzled.

<You don’t smell anything?>

You shook your head, confused. “No, Professor. Nothing at all.”

He furrowed his brow, thoughtful. <Interesting… Very interesting. Perhaps your mind is too focused to let the emotions flow. Try again, Y/N,> he said gently, though his eyes already held that shade of pity that made your blood boil.

<Close your eyes. Think of a person. A happy moment. Let the potion speak.>

You took a deep breath and leaned in again, eyes closed, letting your thoughts drift.

You searched for something happy.

A moment. A face. Summer at the lake, with your grandmother teaching you the charm to keep water cool in jars.

Your first successful spell.

A quiet evening in the Slytherin common room, with rain tapping on the windows and green light pulsing on the walls. But still… nothing. You inhaled deeply. Still nothing. You opened your eyes and gave a small shake of your head.

The classroom was filled with whispers.

“Maybe she’s too bitter to feel love.”

“Of course — look at that snake face.”

“She needs a potion to feel something, not just smell it.”

“Love can’t be bought — not even with that last name.”

You backed away from the cauldron. For the first time, you lowered your gaze. Not out of shame. Out of rage. That strange stab in your chest hit harder than you expected. You felt T/L’s warm hand lightly brush your back, followed by the gentler touch of Sunoo.

And then—

'Well, no surprise,' came a fake-cheerful voice. It was Jace Roswell — a boy you’d dated for a couple of weeks.

'I mean… you’re the daughter of a convict. You don’t just inherit the blood, right? You inherit the emptiness too.'

Total silence. Your hand closed around your wand. Your eyes — two green blades, ready to curse him where he stood but before you could speak, another voice cut through.

Cold. Sharp. Poisoned like a dagger dipped in bitterness.

“Stupefy!”

Jace was hit full force, tongue paralyzed and body jolting backward like he’d been shocked. His notes scattered across the floor — along with his pride.

Hoon lowered his wand slowly, his eyes locked on Jace.

“Funny,” he said, voice calm and deadly. “For someone so mediocre at Potions, you sure have a big mouth.”

Professor Slughorn turned in alarm — but it was the look in Sunghoon’s eyes that silenced everyone. And then he looked at you. Really looked at you. Not with the usual scorn or exasperation. This time, he looked at you like someone seeing something fragile… or something powerful that had just cracked. But you stood up tall. You left the classroom without a word.

And Sunghoon remained there, wand still in hand, staring at the door you had just closed behind you.

You fled the classroom like you could outrun that burning emptiness inside you. It wasn’t just anger. It was frustration. It was that cursed fear — the fear that maybe you were like that: unfeeling. Empty. Forever the daughter of a man they whispered about — a ruined legend. No one wanted to see you. Only the mask. The bloodline. The shadow and that damned scent of Amortentia you no longer even wanted to find.

You climbed up, to the Astronomy Tower. No one dared set foot in that place, especially not in the forgotten side classroom — too ancient, too cold for the faint-hearted. But you weren’t faint-hearted.Casting the spell to unlock the door was a reflex. The portal creaked open and shut behind you with a sharp snap. The stone was cold beneath your palms. The broken windows let in the light like a knife, slicing through the darkness.And yet, you weren’t alone. A sound behind you — soft but deliberate — made your jaw clench.

“You have no right to follow me,” you hissed, not turning around. “And certainly not to defend me in front of everyone. You’re the first who thinks I’m incapable of loving anyone.” Your voice came out acidic. Sharp. Poisoned. But Sunghoon didn’t flinch. He never did.

“Why does it bother you so much that someone treats you like a human being?” You spun around and stormed toward him, shoving him hard against the wall. The stone echoed from the impact his expression was ice but his eyes… his eyes said something entirely different.

“You’re pathetic,” you spat, face close to his. “You act like some perfect little Ravenclaw, but the moment I raise my voice, you come running after me like a puppy. It’s almost cute.” His jaw tensed. “And you act like a wounded child who lashes out just to avoid feeling exposed.” You let out a laugh. Low. Disbelieving. “See? You’re a walking contradiction, Sunghoon. Rational, perfect, distant — and yet here you are, chasing me up here just because you can’t stand the thought that someone said something to me… something you might’ve thought yourself.”

He stared at you for a long moment. His gaze dropped — briefly — to your lips, then came back up. “This loser, as you call him, is the only one today who had the guts to tell you you’re not alone. Even when you’re too proud to realize it.” And in that moment, something snapped. As if every word, every insult, every stolen glance in the corridors or during late-night patrols had finally reached its breaking point.

You kissed him.

It was impulsive. Rough. Angry. Your hands gripped the collar of his uniform and your lips crashed against his in a kiss that held nothing sweet. It was fire and defiance. It was revenge and hunger.

It was confusion — and… he responded with the same raw intensity.

His hands found your waist — but it wasn’t domination.

It was needed. A need so pure it made you tremble and yet, when you finally pulled apart, his eyes were cold again as if he’d just realized what had happened.

“Careful, Y/N,” he whispered, voice low and edged. “You might find out Ravenclaws can burn too.”

And you, with a bold, wicked smirk, shot back: “And you might find out Slytherins have a heart but only for those who earn it.”

As you kissed again, his hands gripped you with urgency, and you pushed him back onto the old, worn-out settee wedged between the walls and the dark windows of the tower. The floorboards creaked beneath you — but you didn’t care.

You straddled him, with the venomous elegance of someone who knows exactly how much control they hold.

Your hands took his face as you kissed him again — hungry as if that touch could wash away the bitterness in your mouth.

You bit his lower lip — intentionally.

He let out a low groan. You smiled. Fierce. Dangerous. “Really? You whimper at that, Hoon? I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be good at enduring… pain.” His pupils dilated as he stared at you.

“You’re a damn viper.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” You traced a nail along his throat — following the rhythm of his breath.

“Much better than sweetheart, darling, or princess. I’m not sweet, Hoon. I’m poison.”

“I’m starting to notice,” he murmured, voice low — with a crooked, defiant little smile, somewhere between awestruck and undone. You grabbed his cloak and yanked it off with purpose.

Then your fingers closed around the zipper of his hoodie.

With one firm pull, the heavy blue-and-black fabric slipped off his broad shoulders, revealing a fitted black tank top underneath.

Your gaze dropped to his chest — the sculpted lines of a lean, toned body beneath all that Ravenclaw rigidity.

“Well, well… who would’ve thought? Underneath all that top-of-the-class tension, there’s a body built for sin.”

He opened his mouth to reply — but you didn’t let him. You leaned in, kissing his neck — slow, deliberate — leaving behind small, growing marks.

Your teeth grazed his pale skin, your mouth sucking just enough to leave proof, one kiss at a time and every time you bit, you saw his skin bloom red like temptation, and inside, you felt something like pride.

Because tomorrow… tomorrow, he’d wear your marks — the marks of a Slytherin’s sin. Sunghoon held his breath, then whispered near your ear:

“They… might hear us…” You lifted your head just enough, your eyes locked onto his.

“What’s the matter, little Raven? Afraid someone might find out the golden boy moans while a Slytherin is marking him like he’s hers?”

He shut his eyes for a second, gritting his teeth.

“Merlin, you’re unmanageable.”

“No,” you whispered against his skin. “I’m irresistible. And you… you’ve fallen.”

You kissed him again — slower this time, deeper — while his hands slid up along your thighs beneath your uniform. It was a power game.

A battle of breath, of tension, of who would give in first. But neither of you wanted to surrender. Neither of you could. Not yet.

His hands trembled slightly beneath your lifted skirt, fingers hesitant — like he still thought he could stop this.

Adorable.

“What’s wrong, golden boy? Top of the class go mute the second he brushes against a wet pair of panties?”

He didn’t answer. His cheeks flushed, and that usual air of superiority vanished — replaced by something far more interesting:

Confused submission.

Without waiting, you took his hand and carried it exactly where you needed it. "You have studied forbidden spells, ancient formulas, and advanced potions… and yet you tremble at the thought of making me enjoy. How ridiculous you are." He inhaled slowly but did not back down. His fingers moved under the lace of your now-soaked panties and your horny, slow, hesitant cunt. When he touches you, moan loudly. Wet. Hot. Open. Just for him. "Look what you're doing to me, Ravenclaw…" he whispered against his mouth. He stuttered, kneaded with shame and desire.

"You like it, don't you? Make me like this. Feel my thighs tremble under your fingers. You want it as much as I do." His finger slipped into it, and your body reacted with a visceral tremor. You huddled over him, enjoying the way his control crumbled. "Shut up … please…" he muttered. "If they hear us…" You stopped for a moment just to smile. "That would be perfect, my love. Imagine someone coming in and finding you like this: with two fingers inside a Slytherin and your flap ready to explode." He gasped, almost moaning. And he sank another finger.

"Oh, fuck…" hissed, squeezing your thighs around his hand. "You're good, you know? A perfect guy who knows where to touch me. Who would have thought." "Y / n … you … you're fucking my hand…" he stammered with his eyes half-closed, his breath short. "Yes. And I will until you make me come so hard that I can't walk to the Common Room." His thumb moved-accurate, damn perfect. He began to tease your clit as you felt bloated with pleasure like a storm about to explode. Every time he pumped his fingers inside your poor cunt you would moan and he would bite his lips so as not to moan at the sight of you getting his fingers fucked and riding on them like it was your favorite thing.

"Faster," hissing through his teeth. "Let me enjoy it, Ravenclaw. Do something useful in your perfect life." His fingers sank, his thumb turned, and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed His hair, forced him to look at you as your body stretched. "I'm coming…" you said, but it was already too late. Pleasure swept you into a warm, slimy, pulsating wave. And he stood there beneath you, his fingers inside, his face upset, confused … excited like I've never seen him before. "Look how small you are," you told him while still breathing hard. "You made me enjoy with your fingers as if it were your mission. Maybe you should write it in your thesis." "Y/n… I…" he stammered, still with wet fingers. "Shhh," You put a finger on his lips. "Don't talk," you said as you kissed again.

That night, you weren't looking at him. For the past month, it had become almost a reflex: your eyes shifting to Hoon as soon as he entered the room, his flawless gestures, that voice always too calm, too sharp. But not this time. This time, you kept your gaze fixed ahead, your elbows at a distance from him, your mind elsewhere. And he felt it. He sensed it. It was like a sting to his pride. "Strange, Slytherin…" he whispered as you walked through the castle. "Tonight, you're not trying to seduce me with your gaze. What's going on? Don’t you notice your knight who defended you in front of everyone?" He said it with that half-irritating, sarcastic smile of his, the one only a Ravenclaw too clever for their own good could have. But you didn’t laugh. You slowly turned to him, your eyes as hard as marble.

"Funny. Still on about that? Even though you defended me, everyone thinks I’m incapable of loving anyone. And you know what? Maybe they’re right." He stiffened. He didn’t expect that. Not from you. He tried to say something, but you didn’t give him space. "And maybe you think so too, Hoon. No matter how much you pretend to be above it all… you let what they say about me influence you. You’re cynical. Fucking cynical." Hoon’s eyes darkened. He didn’t say anything. He took a step. Then another. And suddenly, his hands were on your hips. He shoved you against the wall with enough force to take your breath away. His face was very close.

"You don’t know anything about me." "Oh, I know far too well," you retorted, lifting your chin in defiance. "Your face is an open book, especially when you play the know-it-all. You know what people say, Hoon? That you’ve got a crush on me." He snarled through gritted teeth. "You’re arrogant. Superficial. And spoiled. You think you’re invincible just because people are afraid of you. But you’re just a broken little girl, hiding the emptiness behind lipstick and that bitchy attitude." You felt your heartbeat quicken. Not with anger. With something far more dangerous. "Go on, Ravenclaw. Tell me again how much I disgust you. Let me show you how much I get under your skin, while you're the first to chase me and want my body, maybe even my mind." "Under my skin?" he hissed. "You're a fucking toxin. You get inside me and ruin me. And yet here I am. Still on top of you."

He was about to kiss you. Maybe to yell at you. Maybe to implode. But it didn’t happen. The sound of footsteps broke the tension. Three prefects from other houses rushed toward you, visibly agitated. -Hey! Stop it right now, what the hell—" 'It’s not the time!' one of them intervened, worried. 'Three first-year kids are missing. We need to find them immediately. They might have gone into the Forbidden Forest.' You and Hoon exchanged a glance, still heavy breaths, the wall still warm against your back, his hands still firm on your hips. No one spoke. But something had changed and suddenly, the night had grown much darker.

The wind blew harshly against your cloaks, wet with snow, slicing at your cheeks like icy blades as you all moved in silence, wands raised, along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Detection spells floated through the air, one after another: Homenum Revelio, Point Me, Lumos Maxima… but nothing. No response. No trace. There were ten of you, and the professor split everyone into pairs. Naturally, you got paired with Hoon.

He walked ahead, stiff, silent, as if the cold didn’t touch him. You followed a few steps behind, wand clenched in your fist, steps careful, mind crowded. Every time a branch snapped or the snow rustled oddly, you instinctively moved closer to him. Until, without even noticing, you were practically pressed against his back.

“Using me as a human shield, Y/n?” he said without turning around, his voice as cold and sharp as ever.

Then, the scream. Shrill. Agonizing. It didn’t even sound human.

You grabbed his wrist without thinking. Hard. Your frozen fingers on his warm skin.

“Now’s not the time to be a smartass,” you growled. “There’s a child out there screaming.”

He looked down at your hand gripping his wrist like it was the only real thing in the middle of that blizzard. He swallowed hard. His jaw clenched violently. It was below freezing. But you… you were too close. Too warm. Too much.

“Your touch makes less sense than a Muggle in a Charms class,” he muttered, trying to hide the fact that he was practically burning up under his cloak.

Then you both screamed. At the top of your lungs.

No response. Just the storm. And then… a red light in the dark.

You ran. Fast. Brooms forgotten behind you. The light pulsed through the trees, flickering like an alarm.

And when you reached it— A young Gryffindor boy. Trapped. And in front of him… a five-headed beast. Towering. Twisted. Screaming. Its jaws gaping, drooling, circling the boy like a trap from hell.

“Minus 200 points to Gryffindor for being a monumental idiot,” Hoon said, unflinching.

“Are you insane?” you snapped. “Who gives a damn about points?! He’s in danger—we have to save him!”

Hoon scoffed. “Of course. Let’s reward stupidity, as usual.”

But despite the words, he raised his wand. “Fulgari!”

The spell’s glowing tendrils wrapped around one of the heads… but the creature reacted by tightening its body around the boy, who screamed, voice cracking: 'I don’t want to die! Help! Please!'

One of the heads lunged at you both, growling. You raised your wand, ready to fight. But Hoon stopped you with a hand against your chest.

“Go. Now. I’ll distract it.”

“Not a chance,” you growled back. But he didn’t listen.

“Expulso!” he shouted.

The creature staggered, and for a moment, it looked like it might retreat. But then… another head burst from the black mass of its back, snarling with rage, its red eyes locked solely on the two of you.

The snow seemed to freeze in midair.

You and Hoon exchanged a look. He was tense, sweating despite the cold, but his voice was steady.

"Hope you studied, Slytherin. Because this time… we need real magic.”

'Use a Patronus!' the boy cried out, tears streaking his face, voice broken.

You and Hoon exchanged a quick, tense look. The monster’s heads screeched and writhed around each other like frenzied snakes. The snow was falling heavier now, mixed with hail. The cold clung to your eyelashes.

“It’s too dangerous for you! We wouldn’t even manage a moth,” Hoon hissed, eyes locked on the creature.

But without thinking, you stepped forward, raising your wand with both hands. “Expecto Patronum!” … Nothing. Just wind. Your voice vanished into the void.

Panic tightened in your throat. But you shut your eyes. You searched for something. A thought. An emotion. And there it was—Hoon, back in class, defending you in front of everyone, unafraid of judgment. That moment when you realized that behind all the sarcasm and coldness, there was something more. He didn’t just see you as the loud, brazen Slytherin. He saw a girl who felt things. Who had her own fragilities.

“Expecto Patronum!” you shouted again, heart pounding like a drum.

A light ignited. Green and blue. It pulsed. Boiled. And then it burst.

From the snow and the glow, a shining, majestic serpent and a proud-eyed raven rose into the dark sky, spiraling together in a whirl of colored snow. They danced around the monster, striking. Its roar faded into a high-pitched screech—then silence. Gone. Only the ragged breathing of the boy remained.

You turned. Hoon was staring at you, mouth slightly open, eyes wide in disbelief, his lips caught between sarcasm and admiration.

“Don’t comment,” you panted, throwing him a look. And for once—he didn’t.

You rushed to the boy and wrapped him in your arms, trying to give him all the warmth you no longer had.

'I’m cold… but… your Patronus was beautiful,' he whispered, wide-eyed. “Thank you, little Gryffindor,” you murmured. “You made it too.”

A second later, a flash of light— And the Headmaster appeared before you with a sharp snap, his cloak rippling from residual magic.

-Incredible,- he said, looking at you and Hoon. -A joint Patronus. Haven’t seen one in… decades. Well done, both of you.- Then, turning to the boy with a sterner tone: -You risked your life tonight. From now on, you stay away from any path with trees. Understood?-

When you tried to Side-Apparate with the others, your wand trembled in your hand. Nothing. No effect.

“Perfect,” you muttered.

“You burned through too much energy,” Hoon said—without sarcasm, for once. “You’re insane. Don’t bother. Come with us.”

“No, you go with the Headmaster. I’ll… take a broom. Or walk. I’ll be fine.”

“Walk? With that thing still out there?” he growled. “Do you have blood in your brain or just snow?”

The Headmaster, calm as ever, raised a hand. -You’ll rest here. The Forest owes you something, tonight.-

And from the white trees, a small wooden cottage appeared—steep roof, chimney already smoking. A soft, golden light glowed from its windows.

You and Hoon looked at each other for a moment, then— You ran. Side by side. No words. Just warmth. Into that safe little pause in the world.

As soon as the door shut behind you, the sound of the storm vanished. The little cottage felt suspended in time: warm wooden walls, a thick rug laid out before a crackling fireplace, a bench stacked with folded blankets, and a faint scent of tea and oak in the air.

You pulled off your cloak, hands slightly trembling. Hoon did the same, silent, shaking the snow from his hair. He glanced at you and ran a hand down his face, like he still couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Then he burst out: “Are you completely insane? You just… cast a Patronus. A joint one, at that.”

“Yeah, and I also saved your ass, the kid’s, and mine. A ‘thank you’ wouldn’t kill you,” you shot back, crossing your arms, challenging glare locked on him.

He laughed—short, sharp, but not cruel. “You know that trying to cast it without being sure it would work could’ve knocked you out—or worse, right? But of course, the Slytherin princess had to shine.”

“Shine?” you scoffed. “Right, sorry—next time I’ll let you play the misunderstood hero while I blend into the damn wallpaper.”

Hoon eyed you, dark gaze narrowing with that look you knew all too well. He was about to pounce. And he did.

“That Patronus though. Green and blue? A serpent and a raven?” He paused, then added with that pointed tone: “So… what are we saying? A blend of you and me? Tragic. Romantic. Arrogant.”

“It wasn’t a blend,” you huffed. “It was just… powerful. You had nothing to do with it.”

He raised an eyebrow, smiling in that infuriating way only he could—sharp, precise, lethal. “Oh really? Shame. It looked… kind of intimate. Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell me something?”

“Yeah. That you’re a loser,” you muttered, stepping toward him with venom in your voice.

“Says the girl who grabbed my wrist in the snow like I was her favorite comfort blanket.”

“That was so you wouldn’t die, you idiot.”

“Admit it. You like making me worry.”

You rolled your eyes with a groan, but didn’t notice he’d already closed the gap between you. In a second, he pushed you—gently but firmly—against the wall, one hand at your waist, the other brushing your cheek, caught between provocation and something rawer.

Your heart slammed in your chest. The fireplace’s heat. His breath on your skin.

“You’re unbearable,” you whispered.

“Right back at you,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours.

And without giving you time to reply—he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It was a collision. All teeth, shallow breath, and desperate hands.

His body pressed hard against yours, your back against the wall, the world outside drowned out by everything you’d never said.

Sunghoon kissed you like he’d been waiting forever.

It wasn’t sweet. It was real. Raw.

You responded instantly, hands gripping the fabric of his cloak, pulling him closer with a force you didn’t even know you had.

He moved you back—toward the cottage’s small kitchen table. In a flash, you were sitting on top of it, the surface cold beneath you, his body warm and solid between your legs. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, and you let out a soft, broken moan, stolen right from your lungs.

His hands were everywhere—warm, certain—and when he gently bit your lower lip, a moan escaped you, more a hoarse whisper than an actual sound.

“Oh, look who’s moaning now,” he murmured against your mouth, wearing that arrogant smirk you knew all too well.

“Shut up, Park,” you shot back in a low, loaded voice. “I’m not in the mood for your games.”

You grabbed his thick cloak and tossed it to the floor, your lips finding his again—hungry, desperate. There was no space for anything else. Just hands, bodies, breath.

Your fingers slipped beneath his heavy sweater, brushing over his warm, flawless skin. “This needs to go,” you whispered, voice low and shameless.

“You can,” he replied, but his eyes held that familiar flicker—somewhere between surrender and craving.

You pulled it up by the hem, slowly, savoring every inch you uncovered. And as you did, your eyes dared him. “How many times have you dreamed of this, huh?”

He let out a low growl. “Shut up.”

You chuckled, pleased. You peeled off his second layer too, leaving him in nothing but a fitted black tank top that clung to his pale skin and highlighted the sculpted shape of his arms.

“Spread your legs,” he said, in that deep, rough voice that made your insides tremble.

You obeyed. And he moved in, closer, more real. His body pressed against yours, the difference in height only adding to the tension, thrilling and undeniable. You tilted him toward you slightly, your hands locking around the back of his neck with quiet insistence.

You started kissing him there, just below his ear, then down along his jawline. Your lips found the curve of his neck—hot, eager—and you sucked, leaving a mark.

Sunghoon let out a soft moan, low and involuntary. “Merlin... Y/n...”

“What?” you whispered against his skin, with a wicked smile. “Can’t handle a little real human contact?”

He opened his eyes, trying to stay composed. But you could see it, feel it—every word, every touch, you were pulling him apart piece by piece.

“I hate you,” he murmured again, but his voice shook.

“Oh yeah? Then come and prove it.”

His hands dove into the edges of your coat, and with one swift movement, he slipped it off your shoulders. His eyes stayed locked on yours, but when his hands slid under your Slytherin sweatshirt, his gaze darkened—sharpened. He yanked it off with a single pull, leaving you in nothing but that fitted emerald-green tank top… the one that seemed designed to tempt him.

"Slytherin to the last layer?"he provoked you, a raised eyebrow and dangerously low tone. "Even panties?" "Maybe," you replied with a sassy smile. "But if you want to know, you'll have to find out for yourself." He looked at you as if you were playing with fire — and maybe it was true. But he did not back down. "You really are a little nightmare dressed in silk," he hissed, still approaching. He leaned over you and his lips came back to your neck, this time slower, hungrier. He sucked it, nibbled it, as if he wanted to brand you. And when a groan escaped from your lips and your fingers caught in his hair, he came off for a moment, his eyes lit with a brazen desire.

"Tomorrow you will have purple marks everywhere, princess," he whispered, her voice hoarse. "We are magicians, Park. I'll hide them in two seconds."

"Don't you dare even think about it," he retorted in a darker, more possessive tone. "I want them to see each other. I want everyone to know exactly where I kissed you and that you are mine, my little viper." And he returned to your neck, sinking with a new determination, as if thirsty. He sucked your skin as if it were nectar, as if every inch had a spell just for him. Your groans filled the room, broken only by the sound of your heavy breaths.

Then he lowered himself, slowly, and his eyes rested on your chest. The tank top had lifted, allowing a glimpse of the soft curves that the bra, a little too tight, was trying to contain. His lips rested light above the cups, and he kissed you with an unexpected, almost adoring sweetness.

"Can I take it off?" he murmured, his forehead against your chest. "You can," he whispered, his voice broken with desire. His hands barely shook as he grabbed the hem of his tank top. He slowly took off your tank top, and his eyes darkened as he looked at you. His hands, still cold from the frost outside, slipped under your bra. He unfastened it with precision, and the moment he fell, your breasts were free, sensitive skin stretched by the air and attention of his eyes.

"Sensitive, huh?"he teased you, with a half-smile on his lips. You grabbed him by the collar of the tank top. "Bow down, Park. And suck.» He gave you a look that promised chaos. "You can just give me orders, huh?» Yet he obeyed. He leaned over, his hot lips touching one of your strained buds, then his tongue began to rub him flat. You felt yourself melt, a groan rolled out of you, broken. Then he just used his teeth, and your body strained.

"Hoon!"you screamed, his name rolled out of his lips like an escaped spell. "Always so responsive?"he teased you, his voice hoarse while with his other hand he drew you to himself even more. His hand closed on the other breast, with firm, hungry movements. "You're meant to be touched like that, you know?"he muttered, kissing and nibbling. "So soft. So ... mine."

"Don't say these things," you admonished him, trying to control you, but it was useless. His lips, his hands, were erasing all logic.

It came to you instinctively — you stuck a hand under his black tank top and pulled it up. He just came off your breast, a trickle of spittle shining on his lips. Your eyes rested on his toned, pale, almost unrealistically defined chest. You bit your lip, unable to hold back that little gesture. "You haven't seen anything yet, witch," he whispered, before stooping back, your bodies now closer together, your breasts brushing against his bare chest. They both groaned softly upon contact. "When I saw you in the prefects pool..." you whispered, " I wanted to jump on you." He looked up at you, surprised but amused. "And why didn't you?" You shrugged your shoulders with feigned innocence. "Maybe I wanted to make you suffer a little." "Cursed..." he growled quietly, and returned to kiss your breasts with even more desire, as if the confession had ignited something in him.

He continued to tease you, his mouth soft and careful on your breasts, until his lips began to descend slowly along your belly. Every kiss was like a spark that ignited you all, and you moaned, unable to hold back. "So receptive..." he muttered with a grin, his voice deep and hoarse. "Typical spoiled little princess."

"Don't let a Ravenclaw command me," you replied, lifting yourself up and looking him straight in the eye. "Not even if he has a language like yours." He laughed slowly, but in his eyes there was a new hunger. And you, with an instinctive move, unfastened his belt. His eyes just smiled as you did it. The pants slid down with a rustle, and you whistled softly at the sight of the black boer

"I thought you were more shy," he whispered. "And I thought you were less ... gifted," he retorted, touching it through the fabric. You felt him tense, hard. And you looked at him with a satisfied smile. "It's a pity that he always remains a poor Ravenclaw loser." He clenched his jaw, his eyes turned on.

"Watch how you speak, Y/n" But you still approached, his hands on yours even as yours drew him more forcefully to you. His forehead leaned against yours, and for a moment there was only silence, only breath. Then, slowly, with curious and determined fingers, you stuck your hand under the edge of his boxer. You felt his erection, the way his body reacted, the warm and alive skin under your hand.

"You're really ruined, Park." He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched, holding back a groan. "And I bet you're bad, too. It would take a hand of mine in your jeans you’d be wet" You admonished him with a smirk, but you tightened your grip a little, enough to make him moan — a deep, almost broken sound. "... little viper..." he muttered, his voice a thin thread between pleasure and torment. You giggled, dropping his boxer

"I don't think I'll last long..." he confessed with a restrained growl. You got even closer, your voice a whisper in your ear. "Then do it. Show me how much I ruin you." sunghoon was literally ruined. What he had dreamed of for months-perhaps since you launched your first poisonous joke in the Prefects ' corridor-was now real. And with your hand moving slowly against his cock, he could no longer think.

He slightly grabbed your shoulder, looking for an anchor point to reality. Hi voice trembled. "Y/n....i'm coming.."

"I know," you whispered with a devilish grin, accelerating the pace and barely squeezing. He sprinted forward, a restrained groan that became a growl. "You're a little viper."

"And this viper is making you look like a loser, Park." It was the end. One last, hoarse moan and yelled your name, your head bent back, your body contracted. His forehead leaned against your shoulder as he barely trembled, his breath broken.

His abdomen, the clear line of the V, was marked by the pleasure you had just caused, little pearly and slimy filaments ripped through his shiny abs and then he bent over, still panting, and whispered something in your ear — sweet words, but laden with desire, broken by his own astonishment. They made you vibrate inside. You, without saying anything, picked up with a finger the most noticeable trace of his sperm and, looking straight into his eyes, slowly brought it to your mouth. You sucked it with malice. "You are sweet, "you said," but slightly salty."

"You're sick," he muttered, halfway between the amused and the ruined. "And you're in love," you replied, laughing, gracefully stepping down from the table. You took him by the wrist, with your usual Slytherin confidence, and dragged him to the bed in the middle of the little house in the woods. "The principal really created a work of art. Ideal for couples to do smutty things."

He chuckled, but upon hearing the word couples, his heart skipped a beat. You didn't realize it — or maybe you did, but you didn't say it. You let yourself fall between the pillows with a naturalness that would make even a Veela pale. Your breasts moved slightly as you settled down. You looked at him with feigned impatience. "And you? What are you doing standing there?" Sunghoon shook his head, a smirk on his lips, still stunned by you. "You are impossible."

"And yet you are still here." He moved, climbed over you, with almost reverent slowness, and for a moment there was no more bickering, no game, no war. Just him and you, skin to skin. Sunghoon's dark tufts fell untidy on his forehead, damp with sweat and desire. You extended a hand, touching his cheek with your fingers, soft and slow, as if you were trying to memorize every line of his face. Your eyes were half-closed, loaded with something beyond provocation: a shred of vulnerability that you almost never showed.

He paused for a moment to look at you-as if he could not believe that you were really there, under him. Then, with that cheeky half-smile you knew all too well, he began to descend again, kissing every inch of your skin. When he got to the edge of your pants, he said nothing. Only the metallic sound of the zipper sliding down spoke for him. He whistled softly. "Fiery red panties, huh?"he said, raising an eyebrow. "And then you accuse me of being a pervert."

"Shut your mouth, Park," you admonished him, trying to sound superior. But your tone trembled a little.

"Open your legs."

"No."

His eyes became darker. "Stubborn to the last. Classic from Slytherin." And without waiting, with glacial calm and strong fingers, he opened them to you. His big hands wrapped around your thighs, slowly pushing them outward as you cast a poisonous glance at him. "I knew," he muttered.

"The whole scene." Then he lowered his head and began to kiss the skin of your inner thigh. Soft, quick bites marked his path, igniting every nerve beneath the surface. Every now and then he would stop and look at you from under his eyelashes, as if studying your reactions like an ancient spell. And when he got to the center of you, he said nothing. Just one kiss, one, full, slow. A groan escaped from your lips before you could stop it, and your back involuntarily arched. Sunghoon stopped, satisfied.

"And tell me now," he whispered against your skin, in a hoarse voice, "who is the loser, princess?" His fingers grazed the thin cloth, finding you exactly as he expected. He looked at you defiantly and triumphantly.

"Completely wet. For me." Then he bent over again, and your eyes lost all focus — you could only see his dark hair, his head between your thighs, and you could only feel the slow, firm pace with which he was tasting you like you were the only thing in the world. Your breath broke, a groan rose from your bowels, and his name escaped you like a prayer and a curse. "Hoon…" His tongue was a forbidden temptation. Every movement, precise and darn slow, made you falter as if a spell ran under your skin. He drew little eights with his tip, as if he wanted to draw your name on him-and you, with your lips ajar, groaned quietly, babbling his name like a supplication.

"H-Hoon ... what... what are you—"

"Shut up, viper," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and sharp. "I've never heard you so... true." And without warning, he slid a finger into you. A slow, exploratory motion that made you arch your back against the pillows. Your body reacted before you could even fight back.

"Park, I -" you tried to admonish him, but it was useless. He smiled, looking up just a second, his eyes lit up by something wild. And then, with a bold gesture, he brushed your center with his teeth. A light bite, calibrated. But it was enough to make you completely lose control. You screamed his name, fingers intertwined in his hair, looking for a foothold in reality.

"I bet you can get another one, right?"he whispered with a mischievous note. "Show me how good you really are."

"Yes..." you answered, in a broken voice. The second finger joined the first, and began to move with increasing pace. His eyes peered at you, hungry, and when you moaned louder, lips ajar and body trembling, he giggled. "Who is more beautiful, princess? Me ... or my fingers ruining you?» You bit your lip, not wanting to answer. Slytherin pride was hard to bend, even now. And he stopped. He left you there, suspended, a moment from the abyss. "No ... continue, Park!" He degraded you, in a low, provocative tone, but his gaze barely trembled. And when you gasped: "You are beautiful. And ... good at everything,"

he smiled for real, with a flash of triumph and a shadow of sweetness in his eyes. "I know," he replied. But his tone, this time, was less cold. More sincere. Almost amazed. "And you ... are my worst spell." His touch was fire. Every movement of his fingers inside you sent you into orbit, and despite the severed breath, you could not hold back the words. You yelled his name like it was the only spell that could keep you alive. Your hands were now lost in her hair, pulling them with force with every wave of pleasure that passed through you. He didn't stop. In fact, he seemed hungrier, more determined. He looked at you with those icy eyes that were now burning, and his voice, hoarse and confident, stuck in you.

"Come for me, Y / n ... I want to see you collapse. I want to know that no one can make you feel that way. Nobody but me." His words were the spark. Your body strained, the pleasure exploded like a liberated curse, and you let yourself go completely — trembling against his mouth and fingers. He did not look away even a moment, as if he wanted to stamp that moment in focus in the mind. When he stood up, he had the look of someone who has just won a war. He kissed you slowly, forcefully.

He gnawed at your lip as if he still wanted to taste you. "You know too much good," he muttered against your mouth, and the tone had something dangerously sweet. You barely moved, rubbing against him — your body still shaken, but eager for more. You felt his cock against you, still encased in his boer Your eyes rested on him and, in a bold and mischievous tone, you teased him: "All this ... because of a Slytherin." Sunghoon threw a fierce look at you, jaws clenched.

"Shut up." But you laughed slowly, enjoying the tension you had ignited. You pushed your hips against him and his breath broke. His body reacted instinctively, as if it had been enchanted by you all along. "Do you really want it?"he whispered, in a voice so low that it almost sounded like a threat. "Because if I sink into you now... there will be nothing left to hide. I'll take everything."

You looked at him, his pupils dilated, his heart in his throat. "Then do it, Ravenclaw. Take."

The only thing you really felt was him. Hoon. Every inch of his body pressed against yours, and every slow but deep push made you gasp, scratch, seek more contact, more friction. More than him. "Look how you take me..."he hissed at your throat, biting your skin as if he wanted to leave his signature there, indelible. "So tight, so wet. Is that what you want? To be used by me as a good, dirty Slytherin?"

"Yes..." you moaned, your voice almost broken with pleasure. "Yes, Hoon, please..." He lifted your leg, bending it against his side with controlled force, and sank back into you with a jerk that made you scream, your head falling backwards against the wall.

"Well" Another push, deeper.

"Do you feel how full your fucking pussy is?" Another one.

"You like it, don't you? Being fucked by one who treats you like a spoiled princess."

"I am..." you stammered, unable to lie. "My Slytherin princess version slut," he growled, grabbing your chin to make you look him in the eye. Cold eyes, precise. Calculator. But now, they were just burning for you.

"I bet you dream of being bent over a bench in empty classrooms. To enjoy me in the aisles while you're still wearing that damn green tie." Every word was a slap to your pride, but instead of breaking you, it made you shiver more. "Do you like it when I tell you that you are worth nothing but to be fucked? That behind that queen face of yours is only you, hot, trembling, hungry for me?"

"Yes ... Yes, Merlin, Hoon ... make me yours..." He pushed you even harder, making you moan louder and louder. One hand on your throat, to squeeze slightly, while the other crept between your bodies to touch you. Two experienced, cruel fingers brushed the spot where you were most sensitive, and you screamed without restraint. "Hear how you scream..." he hissed, excitedly. "I bet the owls in the woods are wondering who is the little slut who is taking me so well."

"Only you ..." you moaned. "Only you make me like this..."

"Damn, Y/n, you're made for this," he grunted, his thrusts faster and faster. "To be taken like this. Destroyed so. From me. From a Ravenclaw who never believed in anything but control. Look what you got me to do." Hoon's blows became fiercer, his breath more labored, and you could no longer hold back. The pleasure mounted inside you like a storm, and the scream escaped from your lips before you could even control it. "Hoon-I'm ... I'm going to—"

"Come for me." His voice was a hoarse order, full of lust and domination. "Make a mess. Dirty all this bed, so the headmaster is an idiot if he thought that leaving us alone in this little house would not lead to this." He smiled, kissing you hard as he continued to push into you with measured brutality.

"A bed, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen..." he laughed, panting ,"...like I didn't want to fuck you on all surfaces." It was at that moment that you screamed his name, trembling as the orgasm overwhelmed you with a power that emptied your breath. Your body clasped around his, and your legs snapped like traps around his waist. But he did not stop. Not yet.

"Look how tight you are ... still," he hissed, his voice now broken by the pleasure that approached even for him. "I make you mine, for real now. I want you full. Full of my cock and cum, you little snake."

"Hoon... no - not inside..."

"Shut up." His voice became dark, dirty with desire. "You are mine. And I want to fill you. Until you drip on everything you touch." He took you with deep, raw blows, until his breath broke against your skin. And then, he came. Hot, heavy, inside you. You felt his body shake against yours, his fingers clasping your hips as if he wanted to carve you into the flesh. His cum trickled slowly down your thighs, as you both gasped in the dark load of moans and sweat. He came off slowly, with his last breath still against your chest, then dragged you with him to the bed still disheveled. He grabbed you by the side and pulled you against his chest, sinking his face into your neck, as if that contact held him anchored to reality.

One of his hands lazily moved towards your face, long thin fingers caressing your cheek still reddened. You, still half distraught with pleasure, let yourself go on his chest, setting your head against his. "Little viper..."he whispered with a tired smile. "I don't know if I want to strangle you or marry you."

"I hate you..." you murmured at him, a smirk on his lips.

"Mmh. Lie. You're obsessed with me." He gave you a slow kiss behind the ear.

"And you from me."

The next morning, the world outside the little house felt muffled. Snow was falling slowly, silently, and the crackling of the fireplace was the only sound filling the room. You woke up to the lingering scent of burning wood in the air and Hoon’s warm body wrapped around yours.

His bare skin against yours was a silent reminder of everything that had happened just a few hours earlier. His slow, steady breathing made his chest rise and fall gently, and you nestled against him a bit more, as if that simple movement could somehow let you stay there forever.

You lifted yourself slightly, carefully, trying not to wake him. You looked at him—really looked at him.

The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, allowing you to take in every detail: the long lashes, the slightly parted lips, the faint crease between his brows. And then, his moles. The ones you had memorized long ago, like a secret map meant only for you.

Your hand moved on its own, without thinking. Your fingers brushed lightly over the small mole beneath his left eye. Then the one on the bridge of his nose, just above the curve. The tiny one on his cheek. And finally, the one beneath his ear, invisible unless you knew exactly where to look.

“Mmh…” he murmured sleepily, a half-groan in his throat. “Still tracing my moles? Haven’t you gotten tired of mapping my face like you’re trying to decode some ancient script?”

You smiled softly, not stopping your touch, and your eyes met his—still a bit drowsy, hazy from sleep.

“I’m just cataloging you, Ravenclaw… Don’t they serve some kind of purpose? Like little stars placed just right to be studied.”

“Studied, huh?” he chuckled, his voice rough and deep. “Or worshipped?”

“Don’t get cocky.” You rolled your eyes, but your gaze had softened more than you intended.

He stretched lazily, then moved closer, fingers tracing idle lines across your back.

“My viper’s going soft… should I be worried?”

“She’s just sleepy,” you murmured.

He gave a half-smile—the one he saved only for you. The one that said nice try, I see right through you. Then his voice dropped, a bit more serious now:

“Do you think that from now on, when you smell Amortentia, you’ll catch my scent?”

Your heart skipped a beat—subtle and sudden. You looked at him, your fingers drifting back to the mole beneath his eye.

“If I start smelling old books, wet moss, and… mint tea? Then I’ll know who to blame.”

He smiled again, this time more softly.

“And I’ll always smell that scent your skin carries after you’ve spent hours teasing me. The one that reeks of trouble.”

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[playfully-sadistic]

Time to break down some common sub phrases and what they're really wanting to tell you, baby doms! And don't worry, they'll absolutely deny this, but trust me... Their blushes are quite the confirmation.

"You have nice hands" meaning "I want your fingers in my mouth, in my hole(s), around my throat, bruising my waist, thighs, ass and chest, holding my hands together on my back or above my hand, and also used to slap me across my face :)"

"I like your voice" meaning "Please call me disgusting, degrading things while I'm on my knees for you, and also praise me and call me cute, endearing things, or threaten me or tell me what you wanna do to me, just fuck, please, don't stop talking."

"Make me" meaning "Please show me that you can handle me when I'm challenging your dominance, show me that you can shut me up when I'm being provocative and difficult and bratty, please, show me that you know how to make me feel owned and submissive, even when I act like I'm in charge. Show me you're in charge, remind me, remind me your worth my submission."

"You don't own me" meaning "Fuck, I'm begging you to show me that you own me, I need to be reminded, treat me like your property, yours yours yours yours."

*incoherent whiny noises* meaning that you're doing everything perfectly, keep it up, hehe, and don't ever think of stopping before they're a fully melted, whimpering mess.

"It hurts" meaning "This is turning me on so much, please, don't stop, please, keep hurting me."

"It's too much, please stop, this is so embarrassing" meaning "I love when you embarrass me, it makes me so horny, I love being made to feel needy and perverted by you, don't stop."

"Stop praising me like I'm a pet" meaning "Please praise me like I'm a pet - put me in ears and a tail, and a collar and a leash while you're at it."

"Gross, are you really into that?" meaning "That's so hot, fuck, I'm into it too."

[docdudo]

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 13)

Goddammit, you never felt this small before. Sure, all hybrids are twice or thrice your size, but why do you feel this way only now that you were standing in front of Johnny's kneeled down form?

He was kneeling down. Kneeling down. And was still bigger than you standing up.

He was large too. All of them were, really. Men as buff as them naturally had large bodies—it was impossible not to notice that their arms were as thick as your torso.

So....

How exactly were you supposed to fight with him?

It's a play fight, just a play fight, but still, you didn't know what to do. This was insane, how could someone like you fight with a werewolf his size...? And he wanted you to "mess him up"??

You should've suggest playing UNO instead, this is torture.

"Mhm.... I-I... dunno what to do...?" You mumble, uncertain. Your eyes flick to his form—the way excitement buzzes through him, his tail wagging fast behind him, ears pressed flat against his head. His toothy smile never wavering.

Big canines too, bigger than Ghost's.

"It's easy, lassie." He cooed, voice more controlled and calmer than what his body language was showing. "Come on, ya trust papa, right? Papa will never hurt ye."

"I don't know how to fight...." You insist, frowning a little in worry, still shuffling quietly in front of him.

“Don’ have tae. Wha’ does a wee pup ken?” He snickers, rolling his eyes as his accent gets stronger out of nowhere. “Ah just like ma kids messin’ me up! Ye can bite, scratch, or anythin’ else, really. Ah can take anythin’, ye wee runt!”

You hesitate, still looking over his form in worry and confusion. You didn't even move from your position, just holding onto your hoodie as you rubbed your socked feet with each other.

Johnny’s excited, competitive demeanor softened a bit as he sized you up, his tail wagging less and his ears perking up again.

“C’mere, puppy, c’mere… pstpst, it’s alrigh’…” He cooed gently, beckoning you closer with a small hand gesture. “Come tae papa, he’ll teach ye everythin’, aye?”

You blushed in embarrassment at his attitude, letting out a quiet sigh as you approached, still clutching the sleeves of your hoodie.

He immediately flashed you a big, toothy grin—sincere, yet still intimidating. His dangerous demeanor remained as scary as ever. Honestly? He looked kinda insane.

And then—

Big hands grabbed you, making you gasp in surprise as he took you down onto the mat. Technically, he just kinda grabbed you and eased you onto your back, but still—you weren’t expecting it! It was fast.

“Down ye go.” He smiled in a terrifying mix of gentleness and smugness. “Now what, wee bonnie baby?” His tone was pure challenge.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, frozen for a few seconds. His big palm rested gently on your chest, fingers spread just enough to frame your neck as he held both your shoulders down with one hand, caging you in. His feral eyes and sharp grin never wavered as he loomed over you, kneeling like a true predator.

You breathed in shakily at the thought, both small hands coming up to grasp his wrist, trying to gently push his hand away. Your legs curling up close to your chest.

“Don’ let him pin ya down.”

Ghost’s voice immediately caught your attention, making you turn your head on the mat to glance at him sideways on the edge of the mat. He stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face, watching closely.

“Aye, runt, why’re ye lettin’ me pin ye down?” Soap teased again, one of his fingers gently rubbing your cheek from where he held you against the mat.

You bit your lip at the provocation, anxiety creeping back in. You pushed with a bit more force, trying to make his hand move, but weakened your grip when he laughed mockingly, leaning his head down dangerously close to yours.

“Look at this… nae claws at all, such cute wee fingers… trimmed nails and all, eh, wee baby? Price was talkin’ ‘bout ye humans… how we’ve gotta keep ye groomed right—short nails on hands an’ feet, brushed wee teeth, and trimmed hair… are all humans frail wee thingies like ye, runt?” He snickered, a broad, teasing smile stretched across his face.

"Big talk for a dirty mutt." Ghost joined in, voice low and raspy as he steaped on the mat, feet covered in black socks.

You immediately tensed up in worry at his tone, eyes widening as your body locked up. It sounded harsh, and for a moment, you genuinely feared they might start arguing right then and there.

But...

Johnny just laughed it off, his smile still wide, his hand still pressing you down against the mat as he kept an eye on Simon entering the mat from his peripheral vision.

“Are ye gonna get in the way, Si?” Soap asked menacingly, tilting his head slightly, baring his teeth at the other man.

“No. I don’t plan on fightin’ ya. I’m here for the kid.” he answered simply, dropping heavily to his knees by your side. "Come on, fledgling. His fingers are wide spread, tuck your hands under them."

You blinked up at him, stunned for a few seconds, before quickly glancing back at Johnny’s hand. Letting go of his wrist, you forced your hands under his fingers, slowly but surely lifting it off your shoulders and chest.

Sure, Johnny wasn’t putting much strength behind it, and he was still cooing at you the whole time, but you managed to take his hand off of you, only for Simon to roughly shove Johnny down onto the mat.

“Hey!” Soap laughed, falling onto his back, his elbows holding his body up.

"Go, up, come on." Simon nudged you, pushing your sitted form in Johnny's direction gently.

You got to your feet, slightly unsteady, feeling the gentle push of his hand that made you tumble on top of Soap, who was just staring at you with a smile.

“Hurt him. Go for his neck.” Ghost instructed, arms crossed as he watched you both.

“Wi’ these wee hands?” Soap cooed mockingly, his hand coming up to gently grab yours and rub with his thumb.

Ghost sighed quietly at your lack of reaction, watching you sit on top of Soap’s waist, your hand held in his, looking uncertain. Truly, zero instincts with this one.

“Gaz was right… it really does feel like when we had only newborns.” Soap laughed quietly, messing slightly with your hand, moving it around. “Ah used tae put them on ma chest for tummy time, too.”

You frowned slightly in confusion at that, head tilting slightly to the side.

"What's that...?"

“Oh, it’s—Ah mean…”

Even though Johnny was still smiling, he frowned a bit too, apparently caught off guard by your question. Or at least, that’s what it looked like. For a moment, it even seemed like pity crossed his face too.

“It’s when ye put babies on a soft surface, belly to the ground, and leave ‘em there. Helps ‘em strengthen their bodies so they can start crawling later on,” Ghost explained calmly, pushing you up slightly higher against Soap. “Now, come on, try to hurt him. He can take it.”

You still hesitated at that, unsure about actually trying to hurt one of your foster parents. Still, you sighed quietly before grabbing the hand that was holding yours and pushing against Johnny's face, hearing him laugh.

"Yeah, that's not going to do much." Ghost commented dryly.

Before you could say anything else, you let out a small, surprised yelp as Soap suddenly switched places with you, grabbing your small body effortlessly and getting on top of you once again, big grin still plastered on his stupid smiling face.

This time, at least, you managed to place your feet against his chest, pushing him slightly away from your body.

"Ya ken, Price's always liked a rough fight," Soap chuckled, a smug smile on his face as his big hand wrapped around your calf. "Me too, o' course, but he's even more violent than me, if ye believe it. Big bastard roughed up everyone as a soldier, an' let all the kids rough him up right back as a parent. He loves it."

"To be fair, most of us do." Ghost nodded from his place on the mat.

"But how does a wee thing like ye plan to do it if ye dinnae even try?"

At that, your leg was quickly pulled back, your body dragged across the mat as you let out a small shriek, only to immediately laugh right after when Soap stopped pulling you by the leg.

Actually, you were so busy giggling in a mix of surprise and excitement that you didn’t notice Johnny and Simon looking at you with surprise and contentment. It took them a bit, but they finally managed to make you actually laugh.

And what a cute laugh you had.

"Guys, come on up, Price still wants to check if her cold's gone away and watch a movie!" Kyle called out from the stairs, smiling gently at the scene.

"Heard that, lass? Hope ye like cartoons, ‘cause we love ‘em!" Johnny smiled excitedly, helping you up onto your little feet.

"I actually developed a liking for them after bein' forced to watch thousands of different ones as our kids grew up," Ghost commented, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Coco's very nice. Would ya like to see it, kid?"

"I'm... not sure...." You mumble, not recognizing the name.

"Yer gonna love it, lassie! Ah guarantee!"

Part 12 /

[count-on-mi]

Jealousy (Mina)

You and your girlfriend Mina, a member of Twice, have recently been too busy with your respective schedules to spend much time together. It’s been nearly a month since you last met, and the longing between you burns like a wildfire in your heart, keeping you restless night after night. Mina has just returned from a trip to France and, instead of resting, headed straight to the company to shoot a Dance Challenge with Amaru, a member of the junior group Kickflip. You know that Mina and Amaru’s parents have been friends for years, and the two have been close since childhood, but that doesn’t stop a twinge of jealousy from flaring up in your chest, a burning desire to pull her into your arms immediately. After all, it’s been a whole month without proper time together, and the mix of yearning and unease makes you crave her every move.

Back home, Mina pushes open the door, her face weary yet adorned with a captivating smile. She’s dressed in a casual yet enticing outfit—a white crop top that bares her flat stomach and slender waist, paired with loose-fitting blue jeans that gather slightly at the ankles, accentuating her long legs, and high-top black sneakers that add a playful touch. Her black hair cascades like a waterfall, exuding natural charm, and as it sways, a fresh scent wafts from her. She sets down her luggage and saunters toward you, her hips swaying subtly, the curves beneath her jeans teasingly visible. She speaks softly, “This trip really wore me out, and Amaru dragged me into a Dance Challenge… I’m sorry I haven’t been with you lately.” Her voice is as sweet as honey, her eyes carrying an apologetic glint, yet hinting at a seductive promise for the night.

You look at her, suppressing the jealousy in your heart, and gently take her hand, your fingertips brushing her soft palm. Mina moves closer on her own, the skin beneath her crop top rising and falling with her breath, releasing waves of intoxicating fragrance. She traces her fingers lightly across your chest, her voice low and alluring, “I’ve missed you so much this past month… How about I make it up to you tonight? I’ll put on that pink stage outfit and focus all my attention on you, okay?” Her eyes sparkle with excitement and teasing, a faint smile curling her lips, sending your heartbeat racing and igniting desire within you. You nod, replying gently, “Sure, let me see how enticing that stage outfit can be.” Mina smiles brightly, turns, and heads to the bedroom, the curve of her hips swaying under the jeans, leaving a tantalizing afterimage that sets your blood ablaze.

A moment later, Mina emerges, having shed her casual wear for that sexy pink stage outfit—a pink lace bodysuit with an off-shoulder design, sheer long sleeves like a delicate mist wrapping her slender arms, the skirt hugging her figure with seductive lace and straps that cinch her flat stomach and tiny waist, the short hem teasingly revealing her long legs, paired with white fishnet stockings and high heels, radiating a fresh yet dangerously alluring vibe. Her black hair is styled up, adorned with a black hairpiece like stars in the night sky, adding a touch of elegance and coquetry. She approaches you slowly, kneels, her eyes gleaming like stars, brimming with provocation. She undoes your pants, revealing your already erect member, its heat rushing toward her, exuding a masculine scent. She extends her pink tongue, gently licking the tip, the warm, wet sensation gliding like silk, making you tremble and groan, “Mmm… Mina…” She looks up, her eyes filled with a hint of seduction, her long lashes fluttering as she whispers, “Tonight, I’ll serve you well…” Her voice is a seductive murmur, as if whispered in your ear, stirring your deepest desires.

Mina opens her mouth, slowly taking your member inside, her warm mouth enveloping you like a hot spring, her tongue deftly swirling around it, sometimes teasing the sensitive tip, sometimes sliding along the shaft, leaving trails of wet saliva. Her hands gently grip the base, her warm palms stroking in rhythm with her oral movements, producing sticky “slurp” sounds like an erotic symphony. Waves of tingling pleasure surge from below, and you can’t help but grab her hair, the hairpiece swaying with her motions, the sheer sleeve slipping to reveal her pale collarbone, enhancing her allure. Mina speeds up, taking you deeper, her throat contracting as if sucking you in, nearly pushing you over the edge. Sensing your reaction, she releases you, her tongue lightly brushing your balls, her hot breath grazing your skin as she murmurs, “Not yet… I want you to fuck me first…” Her voice drips with temptation, her moist lips radiating deadly sexiness, fueling your burning desire.

You pull Mina up, pressing her onto the couch. She willingly spreads her legs, revealing her pink, dripping pussy, already soaked, her juices glistening like pearls, exuding a potent feminine scent that leaves you parched. You lean down, licking her lips, your tongue flicking her clit, the soft bud quivering under your touch, eliciting a trembling moan as she clutches your hair, pulling you deeper between her thighs, “Ah… so sensitive… go deeper…” You quicken your tongue’s pace, mimicking thrusts, tasting her sweet nectar and feeling her inner walls contract. Her breathing grows rapid, her body writhing, the fishnets shimmering under the light, her juices trailing down her thighs, soaking the couch. Her moans escalate into shrill cries, “Ah… I can’t take it… I’m going to cum…” Before she finishes, her body convulses, a hot stream erupting from her pussy, splashing your face with her scent, driving you wilder.

Mina, catching the hunger in your eyes, chuckles softly and lies back on the couch, lifting her legs high and pressing them toward her chest in a mating press position. Facing you, her eyes lock onto yours, the fishnet-clad legs glowing seductively under the light. She hikes up the bodysuit, exposing her wet pussy and tight ass, the pink lace a second layer of temptation on her skin. Biting her lip, she teases, “Come on… take me hard in this mating press, let me feel every thrust.” Her pose is exposed and inviting, her long lashes hiding boundless desire, as if challenging your endurance.

You kneel before her, hands supporting her hips, pressing her legs closer to her chest, fully exposing her pussy. Gripping your member, you align it with her slick entrance and thrust in deeply, feeling her warm, tight vagina envelop you like velvet, her body trembling as she whispers, “Ah… so deep… you’re fucking me so good…” The mating press allows your member to reach her deepest spots, her juices overflowing, trickling down her ass crack, filling the air with an enticing aroma.

You begin thrusting, starting slow then building speed, each stroke slamming into her core, the slapping sounds echoing as if you’re conquering her body. Her ass quivers with each motion, her face-to-face gaze hazy, moans growing wilder, “Ah… too deep… you’re hitting me inside… I’m losing it…” Her pussy tightens, gripping you, the inner walls pulsing like a seductive dance, delivering intense pleasure. One hand slides to her chest, kneading her erect nipples through the lace, her breasts bouncing in your palm, while the other spanks her ass, leaving faint red marks, her trembling skin amplifying her sexiness. She cries out but pushes back, “Ah… spank me more… I love it…”

You vary your rhythm—fast bursts followed by slow, deep thrusts—your member plunging in and out, striking her core, her juices flowing like a stream, soaking your union. Her moans rise to a peak, “Oh… God… this position is too much… I’m cumming…” Her body shakes violently, her pussy clenching, a hot gush soaking your lower abdomen, trailing down her fishnets with a strong feminine scent. Undeterred, you keep thrusting, feeling her inner tremors. Her breasts jiggle under your kneading, nipples hard as ripe fruit; you lean down, sucking one, your tongue circling the tip, occasionally nipping, the sucking sounds blending with her cries. Facing you, she screams, “Ah… don’t stop… suck me… I’m going crazy…” Her voice cracks with tears, her eyes fixed on you, glistening, clearly overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Cum inside… let me feel your heat…” Mina begs breathlessly, her voice thick with longing, her moist lips glowing with seduction. Unable to hold back, you thrust to the hilt, roaring as you release a torrent of hot semen into her, the thick fluid filling her vagina with warmth. She convulses, climaxing repeatedly, her pussy milking you dry, mixing with her juices to drip onto the couch in a lewd display. Panting, she kisses you, her tongue invading your mouth, murmuring, “It’s amazing…”

After a brief rest, Mina’s eyes reignite with desire. She gently pushes you away, straddling you in a cowgirl position, hands on your chest. Her pussy, still slick, wraps around your member, sending waves of pleasure, her inner heat like molten lava. She kisses your neck, her tongue teasing your earlobe, her warm breath making you shiver as she whispers, “Now it’s my turn… I’ll make you feel incredible…” Her movements accelerate, hips rising and falling, each descent swallowing you deep, producing sticky wet sounds, the pink sheer fabric slipping to reveal her enticing breasts and flat stomach, nipples gleaming under the light.

You grip her waist, feeling the cool straps, matching her rhythm with upward thrusts, your member driving in and out, delivering ecstasy. Her moans resume, “Ah… so hard… you’re hard again… I want more…” Her breasts sway, nipples faintly visible through the sheer fabric; you can’t resist kneading them, feeling their soft bounce, her heartbeat pulsing in your palm. Her nipples harden under your fingers; a gentle pinch elicits a sharp cry, “Ah… don’t pinch… too sensitive…” You quicken your pace, your member churning inside her, each thrust hitting her deepest point, her core quivering, juices gushing like a spring, drenching you with a potent scent.

Mina slows, switching to a nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm, teasing you with light drops and sudden plunges, her inner walls contracting like a lover’s whisper, taunting your nerves. She kisses you deeply, tongues entwining, saliva mixing as she murmurs, “I’ll make you feel so good…” Her movements grow more seductive, hips twisting provocatively, the hairpiece swaying, adding to her allure. You thrust upward in response, your member plunging in and out, waves of pleasure building. Her moans turn wilder, “Ah… too deep… you’re fucking me so good… I’m cumming…” Her pussy tightens, a hot stream soaking your abdomen with her scent, driving you wilder. Feeling your own release nearing, you growl, shooting into her again; she trembles, collapsing in post-climax bliss, gasping, “You… you’re amazing…”

Your desire remains unquenched. You gently flip her, positioning Mina on her stomach with her ass raised, ready for anal. She turns to look at you, a mix of shyness and anticipation in her eyes, lips parting slightly as she whispers, “Be gentle… my ass is my sensitive spot…” You caress her ass, feeling its silky softness, then use her juices to lubricate her tight hole, massaging gently. She hums softly, body quivering, the fishnets glowing under the light, murmuring, “Mmm… so good… you know how sensitive it is…” Turns out, her ass has been explored before, its sensitivity heightened by experience, a hidden source of pleasure.

You grip your member, slowly entering her tight anus, feeling an unprecedented tightness and warmth, her inner walls like flames around you. Mina moans in satisfaction, pushing back to take more, “Ah… so tight… but so good… deeper…” You pause, letting her adjust, then start slow thrusts, her anus clenching you, delivering intense pleasure. One hand slides to her pussy, rubbing her clit, the other spanking her ass, leaving red marks, her trembling skin enhancing her allure. Her moans grow complex, blending pleasure and excitement, “Ah… it hurts… but feels so good… fuck my ass… I love it…”

You accelerate, your member plunging in and out of her tight hole, each thrust intense. Her ass jiggles with each impact, the slapping sounds filling the room, her moans escalating, “Ah… too deep… you’re fucking my ass so good… harder…” Her anus contracts with your rhythm, the tightness turning to frenzied pleasure; you knead her breast with one hand, stimulating her clit with the other, delivering triple ecstasy. Her body shakes, pussy and anus clenching simultaneously, “Ah… I can’t… my sensitive spots are cumming…”

Her body convulses, a hot stream from her pussy, her anus tightening around you, inner walls pulsing like a lover’s embrace. Unable to resist, you roar, releasing a flood of hot semen deep into her ass, the thick fluid filling her, trickling down her crack in a lewd display. Mina spasms, the aftershocks leaving her limp on the couch, panting, “You… you’re too good at fucking my ass… I’m so satisfied…”

You gently lift her into your arms, letting her rest against your chest as you both catch your breath. You stroke her hair, saying softly, “Mina, I missed you so much this month. Without you, something feels missing.” She looks up, a tender glint in her eyes, replying gently, “Me too… every time I doing photo shooting, I think of you, longing to return to your arms.” You hold her tightly, kissing her forehead, whispering, “You’re everything to me. No matter how busy, I’ll wait for you.” Mina smiles softly, nestling into your chest, murmuring, “I love you… let’s spend more time together tonight, okay?” Her warm, sweet voice warms your heart, and you both bask in this intimate moment.

But the calm is soon broken. Mina sits up suddenly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her hand slides down, gently grasping your member, starting to stroke. Her fingers deftly tease the tip, sending tingles through you, her warm palm enveloping you, reigniting your desire. She leans close, her lips near your ear, whispering, “Not enough yet… I want you to fuck me again…” Her voice is a spellbinding lure, her pace quickening, irresistible. You growl, scooping her up and heading to the bedroom, ready to unleash your passion on her once more.

In the bedroom, you lay Mina on the bed; she spreads her legs, the pink lace bodysuit hiked up, revealing her still-wet pussy and tight ass. The fishnets glow under the light as you grip your member, thrusting into her pussy hard. She cries out, “Ah… so deep… harder…” You pound relentlessly, each thrust hitting her core, the slapping sounds filling the room. Her breasts bounce under the sheer fabric; you knead one nipple, spanking her ass with the other, igniting her sensitive spots. Her moans turn wild, “Ah… so good… fuck me… I’m cumming…” Her pussy clenches, a hot stream erupting as you release inside her, both reaching climax, lost in ecstasy.

[pearlprincess02]

lilith in a woman's birthchart

aries lilith

lilith in aries intensifies a woman's connection to her primal urges and raw sexual energy. she embraces her desires unapologetically, often challenging societal norms or any expectations of passivity in love and sex. this placement fuels a fierce sense of independence, making her unwilling to submit to anyone’s control, especially in intimate relationships. in aries, lilith represents a relentless drive for self-expression, fearlessly exploring the darker aspects of femininity and sexuality. rebellion becomes second nature, as she fights against restrictions that seek to tame her, embodying the bold, untamed aspects of the feminine. rage and power are central themes—when provoked or oppressed, this lilith placement manifests as fiery outbursts, asserting her right to be free, powerful, and true to her instincts. her shadow emerges when she suppresses her desires, which can lead to frustration, impulsiveness, or an intense need for control.

examples from tv: daenerys targaryen (game of thrones), jessica jones (jessica jones), buffy summers (buffy the vampire slayer), maggie greene (the walking dead), olivia pope (scandal)

taurus lilith

lilith in taurus embodies sensuality and the deep connection to physical pleasure. a woman with this placement has a powerful sense of sexual empowerment rooted in the indulgence of her body and desires. she embraces eroticism through touch, comfort, and nature, demanding satisfaction on her own terms. her independence is expressed through self-sufficiency, particularly when it comes to financial stability and personal security. taurus lilith refuses to be dependent on others, especially in love, often taking control of her own life and resources. this placement's shadow emerges in the realm of possessiveness and greed—she may cling to relationships or material things, using them as a shield against vulnerability. rebellion comes when she's forced to conform to roles or standards that conflict with her need for stability and pleasure. feminine power in taurus lilith is steady, grounded, and fierce when provoked, manifesting as rage when her sense of security or sensual fulfillment is threatened. she harnesses her power through patience and persistence, standing firm in her boundaries and her right to enjoy life fully.

examples from tv: cersei lannister (game of thrones), cristina yang (grey’s anatomy), cookie lyon (empire), claire underwood (house of cards), fiona gallagher (shameless)

gemini lilith

lilith in gemini thrives on mental stimulation and variety, making her sexual empowerment stem from curiosity and the freedom to explore her desires in intellectual and communicative ways. a woman with this placement often uses her words and wit to seduce, understanding the power of conversation and playful banter in igniting desire. she rebels against limitations on her freedom of thought and expression, craving experiences that keep her mentally engaged. her independence is defined by her need for space to explore different ideas, lovers, and life paths, refusing to be confined to one narrative or role. the shadow side of gemini lilith may emerge as manipulative tendencies or using her words as weapons, particularly when her autonomy is threatened. she might also struggle with inconsistency, driven by the fear of being tied down or bored. in terms of feminine power, she’s sharp, quick-witted, and resourceful, with the ability to outthink her opponents or charm her way out of difficult situations. rage surfaces when she feels intellectually underestimated or silenced, often leading her to rebel through provocative words and clever schemes.

examples from tv: villanelle (killing eve), blair waldorf (gossip girl), samantha jones (sex and the city), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls), margo hanson (the magicians)

cancer lilith

lilith in cancer embodies a deeply emotional and instinctual form of sexual empowerment. a woman with this placement taps into her sexuality through emotional intimacy and nurturing energy, using her sensitivity and vulnerability as sources of power. she desires deep, meaningful connections and is empowered by the safety of emotional bonds. independence for cancer lilith is defined by her ability to protect her emotional boundaries, often rebelling against roles that require her to sacrifice her needs for others. her rebellion is quiet but profound, as she fiercely guards her right to care for herself and her loved ones on her own terms. the shadow side of cancer lilith may emerge in the form of emotional manipulation or possessiveness, especially when she feels threatened or unappreciated. she may use guilt or emotional withdrawal as a defense mechanism. feminine power for cancer lilith is rooted in her ability to create and destroy, to nurture or cut off care when her emotional needs are not met. rage surfaces when her vulnerability is exploited or when her deep emotional world is disregarded, leading her to fiercely defend her sense of emotional autonomy and security.

examples from tv: norma bates (bates motel), gemma teller morrow (sons of anarchy), fiona goode (american horror story: coven), nora durst (the leftovers), rachel green (friends),

leo lilith

lilith in leo exudes a powerful, magnetic form of sexual empowerment that thrives on attention, admiration, and self-expression. a woman with this placement embraces her sexuality with confidence and flair, craving to be seen, desired, and worshipped for her uniqueness. she finds empowerment in shining brightly, unapologetically owning her desires and passions. Independence for leo lilith comes from her refusal to dim her light or be overshadowed by anyone—she rebels against anyone or anything that tries to suppress her individuality or diminish her power. the shadow side of this placement can emerge through arrogance, vanity, or a need for constant validation. she might manipulate situations to stay in the spotlight, or become excessively dramatic when her sense of self-worth is threatened. feminine power for leo lilith radiates from her charisma, creativity, and ability to inspire others with her presence. her rage surfaces when she feels ignored, undervalued, or disrespected—she will fiercely reclaim her throne and demand the recognition she believes she deserves, even if it means burning bridges to do so.

examples from tv: elektra abundance (pose), katherine pierce (the vampire diaries), lucille bluth (arrested development), margaery tyrell (game of thrones), rachel berry (glee)

virgo lilith

lilith in virgo embodies a unique form of sexual empowerment rooted in the pursuit of perfection and authenticity. a woman with this placement often finds her desires interwoven with her sense of self-worth, leading her to seek a deeper understanding of her body and sexuality through meticulous exploration and analysis. she is independent and rebellious in her quest for self-improvement, often challenging societal norms regarding beauty and sexuality. this independence is expressed through her insistence on high standards, whether in her relationships or her own self-image. the shadow side of virgo lilith may manifest as excessive self-criticism, anxiety, or perfectionism, leading her to suppress her desires if they don’t align with her ideals. she may also struggle with shame regarding her sexual needs, viewing them as messy or less refined. feminine power for virgo lilith comes from her analytical nature, as she harnesses her intellect to navigate her relationships and sexuality. rage can surface when she feels her boundaries are crossed or when her need for order and clarity is disrupted, leading her to assert her power in a calculated and sometimes cutting manner.

examples from tv: hermione granger (harry potter), molly hooper (sherlock), ann perkins (parks and recreation), daria morgendorffer (daria), miranda bailey (grey’s anatomy)

libra lilith

lilith in libra embodies a complex interplay of sexual empowerment rooted in relationships, aesthetics, and harmony. a woman with this placement often finds her desires closely tied to her ability to create beauty and connection with others. she seeks empowerment through partnerships, using her charm and diplomacy to navigate her desires, often wanting her relationships to reflect her ideals of love and balance. independence for libra lilith is expressed through a strong sense of self-worth and the refusal to settle for less than equitable partnerships; she rebels against any form of imbalance or injustice in her relationships. however, the shadow side of libra lilith can manifest as indecisiveness or a tendency to people-please, suppressing her own needs in favor of maintaining peace and harmony. this can lead to a build-up of resentment and rage when her boundaries are crossed or when she feels unappreciated. feminine power for libra lilith is found in her ability to captivate and influence others, often using her social skills to assert herself. rage surfaces when her ideals of love and justice are compromised, leading her to fight fiercely for her right to love authentically and demand respect in her relationships.

examples from tv: maya hart (girl meets world), marissa cooper (the o.c.), veronica lodge (riverdale), luna lovegood (harry potter), serena van der woodsen (gossip girl)

scorpio lilith

lilith in scorpio represents a profound and intense form of sexual empowerment, where desire is intertwined with emotional depth and transformative power. a woman with this placement embraces her sexuality as a force of both creation and destruction, often drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of intimacy. she seeks to empower herself through experiences that probe the depths of her psyche, using her sexual energy to connect with others on a profound level. Independence for scorpio lilith is fiercely guarded; she rebels against emotional vulnerability and demands authenticity in her relationships, often taking the lead in navigating the complexities of intimacy. the shadow side of this placement can manifest as obsession, jealousy, or manipulative tendencies, as she grapples with intense emotions and the fear of betrayal. feminine power for scorpio lilith lies in her ability to transform herself and those around her through her magnetic presence and profound insights into the human condition. rage can erupt when she feels betrayed or her trust is violated, leading to a fierce and transformative confrontation that challenges the status quo and demands respect.

examples from tv: daphne bridgerton (bridgerton), raven reyes (the 100), faye chamberlain (the secret circle), jessica pearson (suits), annalise keating (how to get away with murder),

sagittarius lilith

lilith in sagittarius embodies a dynamic and adventurous form of sexual empowerment, where desire is closely tied to freedom, exploration, and a thirst for knowledge. a woman with this placement embraces her sexuality as a journey of discovery, often seeking experiences that broaden her horizons and challenge conventional boundaries. she finds empowerment in her independence, rebelling against any constraints that limit her exploration of love and intimacy. this desire for freedom can lead her to unconventional relationships or sexual experiences that reflect her adventurous spirit. the shadow side of sagittarius lilith may manifest as restlessness, a tendency to avoid commitment, or a disregard for the emotional needs of others, as her quest for personal truth can sometimes overshadow relational harmony. feminine power for sagittarius lilith is rooted in her optimism, charisma, and philosophical approach to life, inspiring others to embrace their own journeys of self-discovery. rage can surface when her freedom is threatened or when she feels stifled by societal norms, leading her to assert her desires with fiery passion and unyielding determination.

examples from tv: chloe decker (lucifer), jessica day (new girl), emma woodhouse (emma), arya stark (game of thrones), june osborne (the handmaid's tale),

capricorn lilith

lilith in capricorn embodies a grounded and pragmatic approach to sexual empowerment, where desire is often intertwined with ambition, responsibility, and a drive for success. a woman with this placement tends to view her sexuality as a powerful tool for achieving her goals, embracing her desires with a sense of seriousness and intent. she finds empowerment in her independence, fiercely rebelling against any societal expectations that dictate how she should express her femininity or navigate her relationships. capricorn lilith women often seek stability and security in their partnerships, and their desire for commitment can sometimes lead them to play the role of the caretaker or the one in control. the shadow side of this placement may manifest as coldness, emotional detachment, or a fear of vulnerability, as they grapple with the societal pressures to remain strong and composed. feminine power for capricorn lilith lies in her resilience, practicality, and ability to navigate challenges with grace and determination. rage can surface when her ambitions are undermined or when she feels her worth is dismissed, prompting her to assert her power in a calculated and formidable manner.

examples from tv: leslie knope (parks and recreation), miranda priestly (the devil wears prada), selina meyer (veep), betty draper (mad men), alicia florrick (the good wife),

aquarius lilith

lilith in aquarius embodies a unique form of sexual empowerment that is characterized by originality, freedom, and a progressive approach to desire. a woman with this placement views her sexuality as an avenue for self-expression and experimentation, often breaking societal norms to explore her identity fully. she finds empowerment in her independence, fiercely rebelling against traditional expectations around relationships and intimacy. this rebellious spirit allows her to forge her own path, valuing her individuality above all else. the shadow side of aquarius lilith may manifest as emotional detachment or aloofness, as she navigates her desires with a focus on intellect over emotion, sometimes leading to difficulty in forming deep connections. feminine power for aquarius lilith lies in her visionary nature, as she inspires others to embrace their uniqueness and challenge societal norms. rage can emerge when her ideals of freedom and equality are threatened, prompting her to assert herself in unconventional ways, often rallying others to join her cause for change and liberation.

examples from tv: harley quinn (harley quinn), raven baxter (that's so raven), jules vaughn (euphoria), eleven (stranger things), maeve wiley (sex education),

pisces lilith

lilith in pisces represents a profound and ethereal form of sexual empowerment, where desire is deeply intertwined with emotional sensitivity, intuition, and a connection to the mystical. a woman with this placement often views her sexuality as an expression of her dreams and fantasies, embracing the fluidity of her desires while exploring the depths of her emotions. she finds empowerment in her independence, rebelling against rigid norms and societal expectations, allowing her to navigate relationships in a way that feels authentic and freeing. this can lead to a rich inner world filled with creative and spiritual pursuits, but the shadow side of pisces lilith may manifest as escapism, emotional turmoil, or a tendency to become enmeshed in unhealthy relationships. feminine power for pisces lilith is rooted in her ability to empathize with others, her artistic expression, and her capacity to inspire deep emotional connections. rage may surface when her boundaries are violated, or when she feels misunderstood, prompting her to assert her needs and desires in ways that can be both gentle and fiercely protective.

examples from tv: rory gilmore (gilmore girls), willow rosenberg (buffy the vampire slayer), misty day (american horror story: coven), felicity smoak (arrow), cassandra cain (birds of prey)

in houses

lilith in 1st house: dominance, seduction, magnetism, self-possession, fierce individuality, rebellion, authority defiance, primal instincts, raw sexuality, unapologetic self-expression, boldness, power struggles, intense presence, liberation, untamed energy, fearless identity, taboo exploration, dangerous allure, radical self-assertion, outlaw spirit, rage against norms, subversive behavior, sensual dominance, mundane rebellion (e.g., fashion, body image), boundary-breaking, unconventional beauty, reclaiming body autonomy, embracing shadows, provocative demeanor, empowerment through defiance

lilith in 2nd house: sensuality, material indulgence, self-worth rebellion, desire for luxury, possessive power, financial independence, sexual value, taboo desires, reclaiming body autonomy, feminine wealth, empowerment through possessions, breaking societal value systems, self-sufficiency, erotic self-esteem, rage against dependency, unconventional assets, financial rebellion, ownership of desires, untamed sensuality, transforming wealth, valuing the taboo, monetizing sexuality, body as currency, empowerment through self-possession, rage against materialism, rebellious spending, resource control, luxury as rebellion, sexual magnetism for wealth, power through resources

lilith in 3rd house: seductive speech, provocative ideas, rebellious thoughts, taboo conversations, feminine intellect, outspoken power, unfiltered expression, rebellious learning, intellectual freedom, sensual communication, dangerous curiosity, breaking communication norms, manipulative language, empowerment through words, verbal independence, taboo knowledge, bold self-expression, radical opinions, persuasion through seduction, communicating desires, verbal power struggles, erotic messaging, empowering sisterhood, breaking intellectual taboos, subversive writing, secret messages, outrageous ideas, feminine rage in discussions, challenging mental limitations, verbal empowerment

lilith in 4th house: emotional independence, rebellion against tradition, home as sanctuary, feminine rage in domesticity, intimate desires, subversive family dynamics, sensual home environment, nurturing empowerment, hidden emotional depths, radical self-care, taboo family secrets, intimate power, feminine heritage, liberation from familial expectations, emotional authenticity, challenging home roles, shadow work, domestic rebellion, sensuality in privacy, reclaiming family narratives, attachment to the past, breaking generational curses, empowerment through vulnerability, nostalgic desires, emotional boundaries, secrets of the heart, transcending domestic norms, radical family structures, reinterpreting femininity at home, sovereignty in emotional spaces

lilith in 5th house: creative seduction, liberated sexuality, playful rebellion, passionate self-expression, daring romance, taboo desires in love, feminine artistry, joyful defiance, sensual creativity, radical pleasure, empowerment through play, challenging societal norms, erotic imagination, shadowy fantasies, romantic independence, unconventional love affairs, reclaiming joy & passion, desires for attention, feminine energy in performance, rebellion through art, embracing inner child, empowering flirtation, sensual games, exploration of taboo themes, joyful expression of rage, eccentric dating, breaking artistic boundaries, celebrating sensuality, nurturing creative passions, spontaneous empowerment

lilith in 6th house: empowerment through service, sensual self-care, rebellious work ethic, challenging health norms, intimate routines, radical wellness, subversive daily habits, erotic labor, feminine power in work, liberation through productivity, taboo health practices, emotional healing, breaking work boundaries, sensuality in the mundane, personal rituals, rage against conformity, redefining success, nurturing independence, empowered self-discipline, exploration of body mechanics, workplace defiance, radical approaches to fitness, emotional labor, transformative routines, sacredness of everyday life, awakening through service, liberation from toxic environments, embodied wellness, self-expression through work, challenging societal expectations

lilith in 7th house: empowered partnerships, desire for authentic connection, rebellion against conventional love, challenging relationship norms, feminine power in partnerships, seductive negotiation, intimacy through independence, taboo relationship dynamics, emotional power plays, radical honesty in love, defying societal expectations, erotic exploration of relationships, unconventional commitment, fierce loyalty, reclaiming personal space, duality of desire, rage against betrayal, negotiating boundaries, partnerships as power dynamics, sensuality in alliances, transformative relationships, flirtation with taboo, feminine rage in love, exploring polyamory, reinterpreting partnership roles, authenticity in social interactions, nurturing independence within love, unmasking social facades, empowering others through love, rebellion in romantic norms

lilith in 8th house: empowerment through intimacy, desire for deep connections, rebellion against emotional vulnerability, challenging societal taboos, feminine power in sexuality, transformative sexual experiences, radical honesty in intimacy, exploration of desires, shadow work in relationships, liberation through shared resources, subversive passion, unmasking hidden fears, erotic power dynamics, reclaiming sexual energy, resilience through loss, rage against betrayal & deception, mystical sexuality, exploring the taboo, emotional & sexual healing, challenging possessiveness, depth in emotional exploration, secrets of the heart, sensual transformation, empowered shadow self, reinterpreting intimacy, emotional alchemy, sacredness of sexual connection, defiance through shared intimacy, liberation from fears, navigating power struggles

lilith in 9th house: empowerment through exploration, desire for freedom & adventure, rebellion against dogma, challenging societal beliefs, feminine wisdom in travel, erotic journeys, radical perspectives on sexuality, embracing philosophical desires, taboo subjects in education, liberation through knowledge, exploring cultural taboos, adventurous spirit, rage against limitations, sensual exploration of beliefs, empowered spiritual journey, radical honesty in beliefs, freedom of expression, challenging traditional roles, transcending boundaries, mystical experiences, self-discovery through travel, passionate about diverse cultures, emotional & intellectual expansion, defying conventional wisdom, sacred sexuality in spirituality, evolving belief systems, liberating philosophical discussions, empowering education, embracing the unknown, shadow work through exploration

lilith in 10th house: empowerment in professional settings, desire for recognition & success, rebellion against corporate norms, challenging societal expectations, feminine authority in leadership, sexuality as a power tool, radical honesty in public persona, taboo topics in the workplace, liberation through career choices, ambition with authenticity, defying traditional roles, rage against patriarchal structures, exploring personal brand, sensuality in professional relationships, empowerment through visibility, unmasking public facades, emotional strength in leadership, transforming the workplace dynamic, passionate about personal legacy, navigating power struggles, reinterpreting success, challenging authority, feminine rage in professional spaces, shadow work in career choices, evolving public image, embracing unconventional paths, empowered ambition, sensuality as a form of influence, exploring taboo in reputation, redefining success on one's terms

lilith in 11th house: empowerment through community, desire for authentic connections, rebellion against conformity, challenging social norms, feminine power in friendships, radical ideas in social circles, exploration of desires in groups, taboo subjects in social discussions, liberation through social activism, defying collective expectations, rage against social injustice, passionate about shared ideals, challenging the status quo, emotional depth in friendships, sensuality in group dynamics, empowered through social networks, exploring alternative lifestyles, shadow work within groups, redefining friendship dynamics, feminine rage in collective movements, evolving social identities, unmasking hidden desires, transformative friendships, exploring sexual identity in community, empowered collective expression, subversive camaraderie, reinterpreting loyalty, navigating power within social circles, sacred bonds among women, embracing individuality within groups

lilith in 12th house: empowerment through self-discovery, desire for spiritual freedom, rebellion against repression, exploring hidden passions, feminine power in solitude, unraveling subconscious desires, radical authenticity in introspection, taboo themes in spirituality, liberation through self-acceptance, embracing the unseen, challenging internal limitations, rage against self-sabotage, passionate about healing, exploring mystical experiences, empowerment in dreams, shadow work & transformation, subversive insights from within, redefining personal spirituality, sensuality in isolation, navigating hidden emotions, feminine rage in solitude, evolving through inner conflicts, defying the subconscious, exploring repressed desires, empowered intuition, challenging spiritual norms, embracing the shadow self, emotional depth in solitude, exploring fantasies, transcending societal expectations

all observations are done by me !!! @pearlprincess02

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[littlelovelunette]

Sevika with a reader who's her eye candy or gamble helper. Ik that Sevika doesn't need to cheat or do something extreme to win her games but i can't stop imagining myself on her lap or next to her as she plays her game, I'm distracting the men on the table slightly so she can win easily. Maybe by winking or something else😭😭 OH MY GOD thank you for feeding me I'm recommending you to my friends🙏🙏✂️

Eye Candy

Contains suggestive themes, implied exhibitionism, penetration using beer bottle, gambling, slight implied seduction.

You knew Sevika barely needed your help during her poker games, but what did it hurt to actually help either way? Just for the shits and giggles. You were seated on Sevika's lap, legs propped up against her other leg, your dress was short, riding up with every little movement.

Sevika held her cards with her mechanical arm while her flesh arm rested on the curve of your ass. You were being as provocative as possible today, flashing grins towards the drunken men playing against Sevika.

Every now and then, Sevika gave your ass a squeeze and you helped her take a deep inhale of her cigarillo. It was like this almost every night since you both entered a relationship, you would be the eye candy to distract the other players as Sevika played. Although, you knew Sevika was a natural at poker as it was, it didn't hurt to help her fasten the pace of her victories.

Sevika finally said, “Cash me out.” The room went silent for a beat before the men groaned, cursing under their breath as they realized they'd been played—again. Sevika's lips curled into a smirk as she leaned back, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

One of the men, clearly more drunk than the rest, slammed his cards on the table. "You always win, Sevika. It's starting to piss me off," he slurred.

"You should get better, then," Sevika retorted, voice as cool as ever. She flicked the cigarillo between her fingers, taking another slow drag before exhaling the smoke in his direction. You chuckled, shifting slightly on Sevika's lap. Her hand slid further up your thigh in response, and you shot the man a taunting smile. "You could always try your luck again tomorrow. But, y'know, luck has never really been on your side."

The man sneered but didn't push further. He knew better than to challenge Sevika beyond the game. One of the other players, already half out of his seat, shook his head. "You two are fuckin’ insufferable together."

Sevika merely shrugged, gathering her winnings with a lazy grin. "And yet, you all keep coming back." Sevika shifted to hold you properly. The shift in position made your dress hike up even more, not that you cared. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pressing a lingering kiss to her jaw as she watched the men putting the cash on the table before stalking off to get more drinks for another possible round.

"Feeling smug?" you teased, nipping at her skin.

"Always," Sevika murmured, her voice dropping lower. Her flesh hand slid further under your dress, fingers teasing against your thigh. "But you know what I feel even more?" You hummed, eyes half-lidded as she pressed you up against herself, her body flush against yours. "Like rewarding my good luck charm."

Sevika glanced at the other patrons, none of them caring to spare the both of you a glance. They knew better than to interfere an intimate moment. “What are you gonna do to me?” You questioned with a grin. Sevika didn't answer and instead her fingers hooked at the crotch of your panties.

“You're soaked.” She chuckled before pulling them to the side so she could massage your mound. “Tell me, what's gotten you so wet?” Sevika whispered in your ear.

“Just you, darling. Just you.” Your hand traced her jaw. “I want you to fuck me. Right here.” Sevika's brow quirked.

“Well, aren't you an interesting one?” Sevika teased as she felt your wetness with her fingers, rubbing your pussy lips slowly. Sevika's gaze wandered on the table before it landed on a half finished beer bottle. She grabbed it, chugging down the last few sips before pressing the cold beer bottle against your slit. “I want you to relax for me so I can push it inside.” Sevika said, her mechanical arm rubbing your tits over your dress. You swallowed seeing the beer bottle.

No way in hell would something that girthy fit inside, you shook your head. “Sevika, that's gonna break in me…” you mumbled, looking up at Sevika. Sevika kissed your temple.

“Don't question me, just comply like a good bitch.” You blushed but nodded, legs spreading more so she could insert it. You took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles despite the lingering nervousness that wrecked your mind.

You gasped feeling the cold intrusion slowly push past the initial resistance of your pussy, fingers clutching Sevika's thighs as your own trembled. “Oh my gosh. Sevika, it's so cold.” you murmured before biting your bottom lip to try to keep yourself from moaning.

“Don't you just love the thrill of public sex? Puttin’ on a little show for everyone in the club tonight, hm?” Sevika taunted as she moved the beer bottle in circular motions to get you used to the feeling of having something that wide inside.

After a little bit of her doing that, Sevika started gently moving it in and out. You tried to not tighten around the bottle, knowing fully well it could shatter. But the thrill kept you on the edge all throughout the time. “Sevika…” you moaned her name under your breath. Sevika's lips found your neck, nipping and leaving dark hickeys for everyone to see.

You knew no one was really watching but you still felt so dirty in this vulnerable position. “Come on, love. You can give me one before they come back. Can't you?” Sevika asked in a sweetened tone, pumping the bottle in a steady pace.

Your slick covered the bottle completely, low wet obscene sounds issuing under the table where Sevika was completely ruining you, muttering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Sevika, I'm so close.” you whispered, your head tilting back as your fingers roughly grabbed the older woman's thighs, your grip tight on her. Your pussy was dripping wetness down from the beer bottle to the floor by now.

“Already? Geez, getting fucked up in public does turn you on real good, doesnt it?” Sevika smirked, biting your shoulder making you gasp audibly, your legs twitched and then it happened. Your creamy liquids formed a white ring around the beer bottle which Sevika then slowly pulled out of your pussy.

“Hm, interesting.” She said in mock thought, turning the bottle to let the fluids drip to the floor. “Seems like someone's gonna question when they clean this place up.” Sevika whispered. “You really fuckin’ enjoyed it, didn't you?” Sevika put the bottle away, hand covering your pussy completely making you feel the warmth of it.

The sudden temperature difference felt oddly soothing causing you to lean into her touch more. Your hand let go of her thigh. “Sevika, are you really gonna gamble another round or can we go home?” You mumbled, looking up at her with puppy eyes.

Sevika sighed, rubbing your pussy slowly, “I guess we could call it a night, my tired little angel.” She kissed you and you eagerly kissed back. A little too eagerly making Sevika chuckle against your lips.

“Come on, up you get.” Sevika picked you up bridal style, your eyes widened seeing your dress slide up and you quickly pulled it down to your mid thighs. You knew Sevika had your panties and she didn't want to give it back anytime soon.

“You meanie.” you buried your face in the crook of her neck in embarrassment.

“Only the best.”

[astrologydray]

Astrology Indicators 4

Astrology Indicators of Someone Who’s Meant to Inspire Others ✨🌟

• Neptune in the 1st or 10th house – Others see them as a dreamer, visionary, or spiritual guide.

• Uranus in the 1st or aspecting the MC – Breaks norms and inspires people to embrace their uniqueness.

• Jupiter in the 1st or 10th house – A natural motivator who brings wisdom and optimism wherever they go.

• Sun conjunct MC or in the 10th house – Shines in the public eye and serves as a role model.

• North Node in the 9th or 10th house – Life purpose is tied to teaching, guiding, or uplifting others.

• Chiron in the 1st or 10th house – Inspires others through personal struggles and healing.

• Leo or Aquarius MC – Gains recognition for their creativity, innovation, or ability to influence society.

• Venus on the MC – Inspires through beauty, art, love, or their public image.

Astrology Indicators of Someone Who Attracts Intense, Life-Changing Relationships ❤️‍🔥

• Pluto in the 7th house – Attracts powerful, intense partners; relationships are full of transformation.

• Venus-Pluto aspects – Love feels fated and obsessive; others become deeply attached.

• 8th house placements (especially Venus, Moon, or Mars) – Passionate, karmic connections that change them.

• South Node in the 7th or 8th house – Relationships feel like past-life connections with unfinished business.

• Scorpio Venus or Mars – Experiences love in extremes—either all or nothing.

• Lilith in the 7th house – Draws in partners who are both fascinated and intimidated by them.

• Pluto aspecting the Moon – Deep emotional bonds that leave a permanent mark on both people.

• Juno in Scorpio or the 8th house – Meant for transformative, soul-level partnerships.

Astrology Indicators of Someone Who Has a Hypnotic Aura 🔮✨

• Neptune in the 1st house – Others project fantasies onto them; they seem ethereal or elusive.

• Pluto in the 1st house or aspecting ASC – Intense, magnetic presence that makes people both fascinated and intimidated.

• Venus in Scorpio or the 8th house – A seductive, mysterious charm that draws people in.

• Lilith conjunct ASC or MC – A rebellious, forbidden allure that captivates others.

• Moon-Pluto aspects – Deep emotional intensity that makes them feel like they can see right through people.

• Uranus in the 1st house – Unpredictable and intriguing; people never quite know what to expect.

• 8th house stellium – Naturally radiates mystery and depth, making them unforgettable.

• Pluto or Neptune aspecting Venus – Beauty that feels almost hypnotic, with an air of secrecy.

Astrology Indicators of Someone Who Shocks People Without Trying ⚡️👀

• Uranus in the 1st house – Unpredictable energy; people never know what to expect.

• Uranus aspecting the MC – Gains attention for being unconventional or rebellious.

• Aquarius Rising or Uranus conjunct ASC – A walking revolution; people are fascinated by their individuality.

• Mars-Uranus aspects – Sudden, impulsive actions that leave others speechless.

• Lilith in the 1st house – Naturally provocative, whether in appearance, attitude, or beliefs.

• Pluto in the 1st or aspecting ASC – An intense, transformative presence that people find intimidating or mesmerizing.

• Gemini or Sagittarius MC – Changes paths frequently, surprising people with their versatility.

• Mercury-Uranus aspects – Thinks in a way that challenges norms, often saying things that shock or awaken others.

Ty for reading!