VIRGIN!JJK FIC RECS

playing for both of us

Karasu and Otoya know they’re sharing you way before you know. It’s just a matter of slowly acclimating you to it.

wc — 1k

tags — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, fem reader, threesome, cucking kink, penetration, hand job (not from reader), title borrowed from Challengers lol, I'm stuck on bllk sandwiches

Karasu’s not a jealous man. Sometimes he’ll casually bring Yukimiya up while he’s buried in you just to see you squirm. It makes him laugh, his mouth buried against your neck as he feeds you slow, languorous strokes, his hips rolling with a gentle need. But mostly he’s doing it as a joke just to watch you fluster. 

Otoya’s different. He comes as an inevitability of dating Karasu. It’s real. From the very beginning of your relationship, he’s so touchy and handsy with you that it feels wrong. You feel so ashamed when people ask if you’re dating just to look shocked when Otoya cuts in that “No, she’s Karasu’s girl.” It feels like cheating except Karasu never seems upset by the way Otoya’s all over you. In fact, he seems to encourage it. 

Otoya almost always third wheels when you’re out together. It’s a safety thing, Karasu says, like having two bodyguards. He feels more comfortable leaving you alone when you’re out if he knows you’re with his best friend. Otoya will protect you if he’s not there. 

But who’s protecting you from Otoya? 

When he’s drunk, his already few inhibitions go out the window. The back of your neck burns with awareness as he grinds against you from behind, his head thrown back, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat as his hands circle your waist. They’re far lower than they should be. No one in this club would be able to tell that you’re dating his best friend with the way he’s all over you. 

It’s not that you’re just putting up with him, although you do like that it gives Karasu peace of mind to pass you off to him. It’s something about the way he hands you off with this air of easy trust that makes your stomach plummet in a pleasurable way, feeling so guilty for feeling so good. The way Otoya laughs when Karasu asks him to “babysit our girlfriend” makes you dizzy. He’s joking, but the sound of ‘our’ rings in your ears like a gong. 

Karasu returns, smiling at the two of you, watching as his best friend’s wandering hands feel you up. His hands are basically covering your tits, touching and squeezing with abandon while his thigh finds its way between your legs. It makes you feel like you’re the crazy one for caring that your boyfriend’s best friend is groping you on the public dance floor, but it doesn’t stop you from grinding down on the firm muscle brushing against your cunt while Karasu watches. 

The more you let him get away with, the more emboldened Otoya gets. When you’re in the kitchen together, he’ll bend you over the counter in the joking way boys do and pretend to hump your ass, his hips pumping once or twice as you yelp in surprise. Karasu looks up from the living room table and just laughs. He thinks the way you react to his best friend is so funny, goading Otoya on as he tries his best to get under your skin. 

You think they’re just being immature until you catch Karasu jerking Otoya off to the thought of you.

He’s sleeping over again. You told them you were going to bed, but you couldn’t go to sleep knowing they were hanging out without you. On tiptoe, you creep down the stairs and into the hallway, hoping you can sneak into the room and fall asleep on the bed without them noticing. 

Instead of gaming, which you thought they were doing, Karasu’s sitting next to Otoya, lazily jerking him off. Otoya’s pajama pants are dragged down his hips to give Karasu access to him. He drags his fist up and down Otoya’s length slowly as he whines, bucking his hips up in the chair he’s sitting in. 

“Please,” Otoya whimpers, but instead of Karasu’s name, it’s yours falling from his lips. Karasu chuckles and pins him back down as Otoya’s hips jump. He can't control his moans, hiccuping and soft sobbing into his ear.

“You’re so needy, baby,” Karasu says quietly. Otoya mumbles something incoherent. He’s nodding furiously. Karasu presses a soft kiss against his temple, so tender it makes your stomach clench. You feel not as if you’re intruding, not as if you’re a voyeur or even a witness, but a participant. Somehow, even outside of the room, your presence is with them. 

Your hand slips between your thighs almost without thinking. 

“Bite down on this,” Karasu murmurs, slipping the hem of Otoya’s shirt between his teeth. “You’re so loud. You’ll wake her up.” 

Otoya nods obediently, his eyes teary. He makes a soft, punched out noise and his eyes roll back when Karasu twists his hand around the head of his cock. 

“She’s so soft,” he tells him. “Soft all over. Smells so good too. I’ll let you take some of her lotion home. You can huff it like the pervert you are.” He cracks a sideways, secret smile. 

The shirt slips out of Otoya’s mouth. It’s wet with saliva, a small patch darker than the rest. His teeth have left imprints on the fabric. 

“Want it,” Otoya whines. “Please, I’m-“ his voice creaks on every syllable, so tightly wound it hurts. “‘M close.” 

You slip away silently, trying not to think about how sticky your thighs feel. You don’t know how to bring it up to them. For a while, things proceed as normal, which means Otoya flirts shamelessly with you while Karasu watches smugly. 

And then Otoya asks Karasu if he can kiss you one night. Karasu tilts his head at you.

Otoya’s as needy with you as he is with Karasu. 

“Easy, tiger,” Karasu laughs. He’s holding you open so Otoya can pound into you. His fingers dig into your thighs as Otoya's mouth runs nasty, panting as he fucks you. 

“She’s so tight, Tabito, I can feel her sucking me in. Shit, her pussy’s milking me, hungry for it, yeah, you want this, don’t you?” He can’t stop talking. “I’m, I’m going to-“ 

Otoya comes with Karasu’s hand on his hip, pushing him further into you. He keens against your shoulder where it’s pressed against Karasu’s chest. His wet, wet mouth kisses where your skin meets. 

When Otoya’s done with you, Karasu slips inside, fucking his best friend’s cum out of your tender, sore pussy. He grinds into you slow and deep, taking his sweet time. Something about seeing you sloppy and ruined has him harder than ever. He talks Otoya through it, telling him how good you feel, how wet he left you. 

You’re their girl. It’s only right that they each get an equal share of every experience.

"A boy who consumes cursed objects"

Oh suguru you would've loved Yuji 🤧

"And a boy who was blesses with a unique curse technique"

tw : oral (female receiving)

gosh just.. pain with a tongue ring like .. UGH!

imagine sitting on his perfect face while he teases your clit with the cold metal, his hands are wrapped around your legs keeping them in place and you can feel the rings on his fingers indenting on your thighs.

you’re rocking your hips back and forth until eventually you cum in his mouth and cry out his name in pleasure, legs shaking and all.

he’ll let you relax and wrap his arms around you afterwards, humming in approval, playing with your hair and bringing you closer to his chest.

As a boy Katsuki never understood why men cried whenever they saw their bride for the first time.

When it came to his turn to stand at the altar, suited up and slicked back hair,he finally understood why.

His heart is pounding violently against his ribcage, so loud that he can hear it reverberate through his head. His palms were damp, and his gaze stays fixated on the double doers before him. The doors that will soon open to reaveal tge love of his life.

His foot meets floor repeatedly in a tapping motion, and his hands are rough as he shifts his collar side to side. His body litters with goosebumps and involuntary quivers.

He's suddenly grateful for this being a small wedding with only close family and friends. Hewouldn't want a large crowd witnessing his nerves get the better of him.

Kirishima smiles though the tears flowing down his face. He's honored to be the best man on his best friends big day, because that means he gets to see the tough Katsuki find pure happiness and put his walls down for the one he loves. If it's loveenough to make the great lord explosion murdered god dynamitenervous, then it's love that should be cherished.

Katsukis stomach flutters when the pianist begins to play your song. It's time.

He fiddles with the cuffs of his blazer and submerges the urge to run his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

When he locks eyes with you for the first time that day. It feels as if time itself slowed down. In this moment, every ounce of anxiety he had been carrying fades away. You are radiant under the soft orange glow of the sun, your skin shimmering like a precious diamond. His precious diamond.

His heart dances swiftly in his ribcage, touching every nerve in his body with pure love.

He catches a glimpse of your hands nervously fiddling your dress by your sides and remembers that he isn't alone. You, the love of his life, are sharing the same nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

He begins to see you more clearly as you approach him. The soft glow of your eyes, your perfect lips and curves.

And when he hears his name flow so sweetly from your lips he can't help it. He chokes out a sob, and immediately your hands reach up to gently swipe away his tears.

The audience give a numerous amount of awww's, which cause a smile to tug its way onto his lips.

His glossy eyes stared longingly into yours. "You look beautiful" he whispered.

Saying his vows was the hardest part. He just couldn't stop crying, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. You there assuring him and giving him gestures of love. When you started to say your own vows, seeing his redened nose and tear stained face cause tears of your own to flow down your face.

With a gentle yet firm grip his palm finds comfort on the curve of your waist. The minute the officient said you may kiss the bride. Your arms evelop his the soft skin of his neck and your heads tilt to the side as if it's instinct.

This kiss hold a firm yet sweet connection, a silent promise that this love would endure for eternity.

He was finally married to you, his angel, the girl of his dreams. He looked forward to calling you his wife, to starting a family-

Hot tears stream uncontrollably down his face, an eruption of raw emotion he can't contain. His heart swells with overwhelming swarm of love, joy, and deep appreciation, a feeling he once never believed possible.

With a shaky breath, he pulls away softly before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you" he choked "so fuckin much"

You huffed at his cuteness "I love you more Katsuki"

He places one more kiss to your lips, and nuzzles your nose with his.

"Impossible"

my HC is that Naruto, being used to living alone eversince, has had a long time believing he's finally coming home to someone like Hinata, especially in the early stages of their married life (**and dating 😌🤌)

...allow the man to fully appreciate the significance of these sweet moments

happy birthday Naruto!

I've set up my ko-fi page (tho needs a few more polishing) sooo I will be open for commissions soon if anyone likes what I draw (my style)...I want to save up for a new art equipment 🙏

being a ua! student with toya todoroki meant that the two of you were almost always seen with the other, and you two were always getting in trouble. whether it was for bunking class, sneaking out of the dormitory at night, making out in empty classrooms during lunch break… you guys were always in meetings with your parents and your homeroom teacher at least once a week.

your classmates were practically sick of you guys at this point. they have to deal with you and toya kissing in front of your classroom door every single morning, and they couldnt say anything about it unless they wanted to deal with toya’s anger issues first thing in the morning. however, they couldnt deny that the two of you were an adorable couple, and said that if you guys broke up, theyd “stop believing in love”.

however, the one time where you and toya didnt get along was in training. your teachers always tried to keep the two of you separated, but on the off chance that you both were paired up or on the same team, it never went well. you two were both much too stubborn and hardheaded to listen to each other, and training together often ended up in heated arguments.

usually, toya would make it up to you by buying your favourite snacks from the store and a bouquet of flowers that he knew you loved. he hated when the two of you fought, and all that he wanted by the end of the night was to be back in your arms. it more than often also ended with toya in your bed, with him either holding you gently against his chest and his hand in your hair, or the sheets getting ruined from stains from all of the snacks toya had brought for you as an apology.

meeting toya's family was an eventful experience. on one hand, his mother and younger siblings all adored you, and instantly welcomed you to the family. however, his father was much more critical and judgemental of you. he practically interrogated you, much to toya's frustration, and sent you glares all throughout dinner. the rest of the family had told you not to take enji's scepticism to heart, yet you couldnt help the saddened feeling in your chest. thankfully, or unthankfully for you, your boyfriend was extremely observant, and for the rest of your evening at the todoroki home, toya made sure to be constantly touching you in some form to remind you of how much he loved you. whether it was his hand on your thigh, head against your shoulder, his lips gently pressing against your cheek or forehead... it didnt matter. toya wanted you to feel comfortable being around his family, and he knew that his touch relaxed you. and anyway, toya loved the feeling of his skin against yours... so it was a win-win.

being a ua! student with toya were three years of constant laughter, love, occasional sadness, and overcoming hardships in both your relationship and your school work. and you wouldnt want it any other way.

© sukuyia™ — dont copy, plagiarise, repost, modify and/or translate my works

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ Wrong?

- SUNA RINTARO X READER

- SYNOPSIS: your pretty little morals make him laugh.

tw : vaping, teenage vices, (unresolved) sexual tension, mentions of fucking, cheating (but reader says otherwise), suna feeling you up.

╰┈➤ THE WORLD WAS STILL DARK when Suna woke up and cycle to school in a black Nike compress shirt and cyclings, his Under Armor duffel bag slung over a single slender shoulder. This was his routine. He'd tie his running shoes in front of his front porch before rising to stretch his slim calves over the gate, stretching his tones arms above his head until he heard the familiar crack of his spine.

The early morning air was crisp around him, biting his cheekbones as he rode his mountain bike across the streets. A low treebranch slapped his face, wetting him with dew.

The lamps bathed him in deep orange all the way into the main road bicycle lane. There were few cars rolling by, and fishermen coming to bring their buckets beside the bridge. He liked to start his day like this - the sky black, the breeze chilly and new, and the satisfaction that he was better than other boys his age.

Discipline doesn't come easy to Suna. He acknowledges he's a lazy bastard, that's why he drags himself every four in the morning out of bed. It's hard. The first thing he does is reach for the vape under his pillow and take a long drag as he stare at his ceiling.

He humors himself he's better than others - but look at him. Suna laughs quietly to himself.

The campus of Inarizaki comes to view. He wheeled past the opened iron gates and padlocked his bike to the rails, Chase Atlantic blasting in his earpods. The school was quiet like this, halls empty and dark. Dead. He loved it.

Suna made his way across the baseball feilds to the volleyball gymnasium. He didn't need to sneak in like he did when he was a freshman now that he secretly stole Kita's keys to commission a duplicate. But he wasn't stupid to reveal himself like that. He doesn't go in before the others do. Suna just likes the thought that he has something not everyone had.

He settled behind the gym where the sinks were. He dumped his duffel bag on the counter tiles and leaned against it, his long legs slightly crossed.

He liked the quiet like this. It makes him think he's untouchable, like he's the last man on earth. It wasn't lonely at all. If it was, call him a cynic because he loved his loneliness.

Suna pulled out his dispo. It was menthol, four percent nicotine. He found the flavored ones too fucking childish for him. If you're going to destroy yourself, do it properly. He took a long hit, his eyes half-closed, before slowly breathing it through his nostrils.

This was his routine. Suna wasn't like other boys, that's for sure.

Footsteps padded at the side of the gym, catching his attention. The guard. He puffed a last plume and waved the vapor away before pocketing it. He pretended to be on his phone.

At the side of his eye, a figure emerged all in white. What the fuck?

Suna quickly realized it wasn't the school guard making round, so he didn't bother turning to look. The figure approached quietly in his periphery. Hips formed under a swaying white tennies skirt, curving down into a pair of legs glowing in the early morning darkness. A girl.

The girl stopped right beside him to hold a waterbottle under the faucet, the sound of the rushing water loud in the silence Suna.

"So . . . " He scrolled listlessly through his ig feed. "Tsumu comin' early or nah?"

You shrugged. "You're his bestie aren't you? Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Don't wanna ruin my streak ignoring his messages," he responded. "That's why I'm asking his bitch."

You paused from filling your bottle, looking up at him with a scrunched little nose. "Who are you talking to right now?"

"You."

"Me?" You pointed at yourself with a pretty acrylic nail, the point chunky with sparkling pearls and hello kitty heads. "That mouth of yours, Suna Rintaro . . . you never make me forget why I don't talk to you."

"What can I say? I'm unforgettable," he grinned lopsidedly, turning finally down on your direction.

You were dressed in your all-white badminton wear, complete with snowy white Nike socks and white Pumas. He recalled it was your tournament with another school today, representing Inarizaki.

You looked so preppy and bratty like the bitch you actually are. Atsumu wanted his girls just like that, the ones with lash extensions so thick and lip gloss so shimmery, it's as if you're on your way to conquer Tumblr.

You're the epitome of those girls. Just look at you.

"You're insufferable," you scoffed. "Have a vape? You smell like menthol."

He easily fished out his dispo from his pockets and handed it to her, watching with intrigue as she breathed that shit deep in her lungs.

He whistled. "Tournament getting on your nerves?"

"For two weeks," you puckered your lips into a glossy o, exhaling the white smoke out. "Coach had me swinging until six. He said I haven't been in . . . form lately."

He hummed. "Tsumu knows?"

"Of course he does," you remarked. "He agreed with my coach and said I could do better. So I did. I missed only eight shots yesterday."

In the mountains of Hyogo, the sun was slowly creeping up, changing the sky from the darkest blue to a striking orange. Beside him you were belching his vape like a fucking chimney.

"Easy," he said.

"Atsumu doesn't allow me to smoke," she responded. "Can't blame me I'm like this, can you?"

"Yeah," he tilted his head, narrowing his gaze on the way your eyes were in daze under your extensions. You're a really pretty girl, he had to admit. "I have my vices too. You know what they are."

A small chuckle out of your mouth. "Each one worse than the last."

"I'm only human, darling," he grinned, taking the dispo and taking a hit himself. "Like you are - that's why you shouldn't feel guilty about this little tryst of ours. God knows you need it."

"Don't call it that," you frowned. "We're not having sex as far as I know are we? It's just - " you shook your head. "You don't care about what I do."

"Why would I?" He raised a brow. "It's fun to watch someone either destroy or make themselves. The escalation is just so thrilling."

You sneered that little badminton girl sneer of yours. "Fucking adrenaline junkie."

"Fucking Jane," he drawled.

You scoffed and snatched the vape from him, breathing it deep and doing a waterfall. Suna liked that. He languidly pulled pressed a large hand on your tailbone to pull you between his long legs, his chin coming to rest between your tits.

"Give me some," he said lowly, opening his mouth.

You pursed your lips before inhaling the pen, slowly blowing it straight to his mouth. He sucked it in.

"Missed you," his voiced rumbled from the bottom of his throat.

You reluctantly stared at him, unsure if you should answer the same. He smirked at that. He could see your morals warring with each other behind that pretty little face.

"I . . . " Your fingers come up to rub his chest. "I do too."

Heh. It didn't hurt him how disconnected and vague you are. In fact, he enjoyed it because he knew how it tortured you.

He tilts his head forward to merge his lips with yours slowly, lips sloppily curling on each other just before he'd roll his tongue in your cinnamon-smelling mouth. He liked how your tasted a bit of his menthol.

Suna's hand was rubbing your plush thigh, brushing higher and higher until his palm cupped the full roundness of your asscheek straining under the skort.

"Rin . . . " You whispered against his mouth.

He hummed, sending vibrations down your tonsils. "We could do it right here right now," he grinned, his tongue coming to swirl around your own. "It'll be quick. Promise."

"No," you squirmed, pulling away from him, a thin trail of saliva dripping down your chin. "It's wrong, Rintaro . . . I can't."

He tilted his head, poking his tongue against his cheek in interest. He nodded. He always found your morals disgustingly funny. He liked to think you were too proud to admit your wrongs and too weak to do your rights.

Is that why Atsumu really liked you so much? Atsumu has a hungry pride and you let him eats yours away.

"Aight," he shrugged. 

For some reason, you hated him for that. "You don't care about anyone other than yourself."

"Oh?" He mused.

That made you hate him more. "Don't ever get anywhere near me again," you clenched your jaw. "Or I'll tell - "

"Atsumu?" He found himself smiling really wide. "Tell him what? About us? How you come to your Suna Rinataro in the dark corners of school to -"

"Don't make me sound like a whore," you narrowed your pretty little eyes at him, acrylics digging against your thigh. "I'm not. We're not fucking, are we? We're not doing anything."

"Yeah," he smiled, inhaling his dispo and opening the corner of his mouth to blow it sideways. "Not doing anything."

You were satisfied with that. He knew you liked the assurances of words even though you knew it was empty and by all means a lie.

You glanced down at your phone, typing for a second before lifting your face to him haughtily. "I'm going now. Atsumu will be here in a few, and I promised I'd see him before leaving."

"Give him a little kiss?" Suna taunted.

You sneer. "Yes. That."

He watched you walk away from him with that swing of your hip under your white skirt, off to saunter back into the light of your sun.

But Suna stays, merely shrugging. He liked it here, deep in the dark of the school with his dispo and himself.

copyright belongs to @shirotaangel

Tw- Stepcest, dubcon??, he’s really rough and mean, Megumi is 19, this is really dark!!! Not proofread

A/n this is a remake, you can find the og here

Stepbrother!Megumi and Stepdad!Toji taking turns stuffing your poor cunt with their sperm each night, it’s like an unspoken competition between father and son on who ruins your pussy and fucks you stupid and dumb the most. Whenever it’s Megumi’s turn the night after Toji, he’s so rough and aggressive with you, it’s as if he’s madman trying to destroy you. Gripping onto a fistful of your hair harshly from behind as he pounds your dumb little brains out, cursing and babbling to himself about how Toji could never fuck you and ruin your poor little cunny as good as he does.

He’d fuck orgasms after orgasms out of you, his mean tip grazing against your cervis every time he forces his cock back into you, it’s so sloppy the way you’re drooling into the sheets. He’d stick his thumb into your asshole while he’s fucking you from behind, telling you that’s he’s going to be the one to take your anal virginity, not knowing that Toji has already done that a longgg time ago, but you obviously can’t won’t tell him that.

He pounds you with so much lust and passion, pistoling his cock into that one spot inside of you that knew it had you seeing stars, soo hard over and over. He manhandles you so harshly without a care in the world like he’s trying to break you or something.

“Nobody can wreck this sloppy little pussy like I can sweetheart, not even my fucking dad got that? It’s alright if you don’t, I’ll just fuck it into your dumb little brains instead, you’ll surely get it then” his tone harsh and serious, sending shivers down your spine because you know he’s not joking. He’s so possessive over you. He lands a hard brutal slap on your ass cheek, making sure that it’s gonna leave his hand print branded on your ass for days so Toji can see.

baji keisuke fits into the 'mean tough boyfriend who's actually a big softie' catergory. i will not be elaborating further bc i need to finish my drafts LOLLLL

hint i might start writing tokyo rev soon since i started season two recently

Fallen Wings (Fallen Angel! Sasuke Uchiha x Angel! Reader) ((Oneshot Slight Smut))

The ruins of the ancient temple felt colder under the pale light of the moon. My footsteps echoed as I stepped into the heart of it, the air around me heavy with something dark and suffocating. My wings shifted uneasily, brushing against my back as if they, too, sensed his presence.

I shouldn’t have come.

"You shouldn’t be here," I said aloud, my voice trembling just enough to betray the war raging within me.

A shadow moved from the corner of my eye, and then he was there—Sasuke. His wings, once just as pure and radiant as my own, now hung behind him like obsidian blades. They were tarnished, beautiful in their own ruin, like him.

"I could say the same to you," he replied, his voice a low, velvety drawl that made my heart skip. He stepped closer, his crimson eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "You fell." My words came out quieter than I intended, a whisper of disbelief and something deeper—regret. "Why did you fall, Sasuke?"

He smirked, the faintest curve of his lips that still managed to leave me breathless. "Because I was tired of pretending to be something I’m not. And because I knew you’d follow me."

His words hit me like a blow, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I *had* followed him.

When he reached out, his fingers grazed my chin, tilting my face toward him. The warmth of his touch was a shock against the cold night air, and I froze, my wings fluttering faintly in protest—or surrender.

"I missed you," he murmured, his voice like a prayer and a curse all at once. "But you missed me too, didn’t you?"

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. His thumb traced the line of my jaw, the touch so gentle, so utterly at odds with the dark energy radiating from him.

"This is wrong," I said instead, though even I didn’t believe it.

"Then stop me," he challenged, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. "Tell me to go, little angel, and I will."

But I couldn’t.

I shuddered as his wings unfolded, cocooning us in shadows. The world beyond the temple seemed to disappear, leaving only us in this forbidden moment. Before I could find my voice, his lips crashed against mine, stealing what little breath I had left.

His kiss was fire, consuming and unrelenting. My hands found his chest, pushing him away—no, pulling him closer. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I had always wanted him, but I couldn’t stop myself.

"Sasuke," I gasped as he pulled away, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"Say you want me," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him. His voice was raw, demanding, and it sent a thrill through me I couldn’t deny.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling as his touch ignited something deep inside me. "I want you," I whispered, the words feeling like a fall from grace.

A wicked smile spread across his face, and I knew he had won. He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the cold stone of the temple wall. His wings surrounded us, a shroud of darkness that should have terrified me. Instead, I felt only the heat of his body, the intensity of his desire, and my own, burning just as fiercely.

His lips claimed mine again, and this time, I surrendered completely. There was no room for hesitation, no space for guilt or second thoughts. His hands roamed over my body, every touch more demanding than the last, and I gave in to him, to the sinful bliss he offered.

His whispers filled my ears—promises, confessions, and the faintest hint of vulnerability beneath the darkness. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my wings brushing against his in a way that felt almost sacrilegious, yet so achingly right.

For tonight, I didn’t care about the consequences. He was my fall from grace, and as his lips and hands consumed me, I realized I’d let myself fall a thousand times over if it meant being with him.