#sinhal x reader

WARNINGS. sinestro is an asshole. 18+, slight authority kink && power imblance. vaginal sex, face fucking. oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, cream pie. degradation. green lantern!reader, trainee!reader. ©sector1416.

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"Focus."

The word is hissed out between Sinestro's teeth as more and more of his cock sinks into your throat. Your ring makes a pathetic attempt, flashing a dim green sporadically, but the glassy look in your eyes and the drool pooling around the edges of your mouth give away how little concentration you're affording your ring.

Sinestro's disappointed scoff still manages to do things to you. Halfway between causing your pussy to clench and your heart to drop, you're not sure if you should suck down harder or pull your head back and apologise for disappointing him.

He makes the choice for you, slamming his dick fully down your throat and letting you choke on it. Your spluttered little whines seem to please him more than your attempts at being a Green Lantern ever have, and you hate how wet that makes you.

"Oh, c'mon, Sin, go easy on her", Hal's voice groans. "It's not her fault she's such a desperate slut."

Whatever noise of protest you had bubbling in the back of your throat fades away as his finger flicks at your clit.

You're not sure how you ended up in this position, but you're positive that this isn't what the Guardians meant when they said the two senior Lanterns would be showing you the ropes 𝄖 not that you're complaining. You're too busy getting tag-teamed by the greatest Green Lanterns the universe has ever seen to bother with that.

Little black spots cloud your vision as Sinestro keeps himself buried balls deep in your throat, and you can't bring yourself to care, not with the way Hal laps at your cunt, desperately devouring your pussy. The lack of oxygen only enhances the pleasure you're feeling, making you strain against the green bonds holding you in place, doing all you can to grind against the face between your thighs.

Sinestro's hand in your hair brings you crashing back to reality. He tugs at the locks harshly, pulling your mouth from his cock and resting the tip against your lips. You stare at him, pupils dilated, a soft whimper spilling against his tip as Hal's tongue flicks at your clit.

The sneer on his face is unmistakable. It's something you know so well, so intimately, from the dozens of brutal training sessions he's subjected you to.

Another moan escapes your parted lips, followed by a whine as Hal pulls away from your aching cunt. Despite yourself, you try desperately to grind down against him.

"Please", you whimper. Your tongue licks at Sinestro's offered cock.

"Pathetic."

"I was gonna say it's hot", Hal says, planting gentle kisses along your spine as he snakes his way up your body.

"You've always been easily impressed, Jordan."

Hal huffs out a laugh, his left hand coming round to palm your breast. "Yeah. And you're clearly hating the show."

You grind your ass against Hal's crotch, desperate for the slightest bit of friction, the slightest bit of anything to lessen the smouldering heat between your thighs. Your efforts are rewarded with a groan and a roll of his hips against, almost enough, but never quite giving you what you need.

And Guardians know, you should be ashamed of yourself right now, but the only thing you can focus on is the two men toying with your body.

"I'd hate to waste you on your knees", Sinestro says, slowly pushing his cock back into your mouth.

Your tongue swirls over his tip, looking up at him for approval. Even just a sliver of it...

It's there in his slight hum, there in the way his hands come down to grip at your hair as you take him in your mouth.

"You're doing so good, baby", Hal murmurs in your ear, sending sparks straight down to your core. "So, so good for us..."

Sinestro grunts, head tilted back ever so slightly. You sink your head lower, encouraged by Hal's praise and the hardness of him pressed against you, and begin to bob your head.

He groans, fingers scratching against your scalp, hand guiding your movements, never allowing you an ounce of control. One of your hands drops down to your pulsing clit before you can help yourself, and you almost cry against Sinestro's cock when Hal grabs your wrist and yanks it back.

"I don't remember either of us giving you permission to touch yourself", he tuts, voice dropping an octave. "What happened to my good girl, huh?"

You splutter around Sinestro's cock, almost desperate to tell Hal that you can be good for them, you can be anything for them, but the words come out garbled as Sinestro pushes his cock in deeper, until it's halfway down your throat, and your nose is pressed against his pelvis. Your attempts to focus on breathing feel secondary to the overwhelming sensation of being pressed between Hal and Sinestro.

Tears well in her eyes, the tip of his twitching against your throat.

"I think we're gonna have to teach her a lesson, Sin", Hal says breathlessly.

You could almost mistake Sinestro's smirk for a smile before he speaks. "I think the slut would enjoy that too much."

He pulls at your hair, forcing your head back. Before you can even get the chance to beg for more, for one of them to please just touch you, he's shoving himself back down. It's rough 𝄖 it's always rough with him 𝄖 and you're practically dripping.

You feel his breath begin to quicken, feel his cock twitch, the only warning you get of his impending release. You expect him to hold you against his cock until he's filling your throat with cum and your cunt clenches at the idea of it, eager as always for whatever he's willing to give you.

It's why you almost sob when Hal yanks your head back.

"You wanna be a good girl, baby?" He asks, biting down on your neck. "Be a good little slut for us?"

"Y-yeah", you whimper. "Please, I just wanna... I wanna..."

Sinestro grasps your chin between two fingers and tilts your head up to him. "If you want something, you're going to have to beg for it."