OMFG i’ve been waiting to request this and i got the courage today 🥰🥰🥰 teasing xavier with lingerie 😛😛😛😛 (i need that dih)
★ SIN WRAPPED IN SILK !
synopsis: teasing xavier with your new lingerie that you knowwww he’s been waiting to see.
★ tags: oral (m receiving), a little of humping, body worship(?), teasing, tit-fucking, ‘master’ kink, hair pulling || 1.0Kwc
“my star, i’m dying out here.” xavier complained, his complaints sounded more like whines and whimpers. his hands digging into the chair he was sat on, the thought of you showing off in front of him was making him hard already.
“patience, xavi.” you called from the bathroom, “i’m literally coming out in a second.
xavier sighed. all he knew was that it was one of his favourite colours and it complimented your skintone. but other than that, you didn’t disclose any more information to him. saying, ‘it’ll ruin the surprise if i tell you!’ in that sweet seeing voice of yours. he was only thinking about worshipping you.
“…mhm.” he moaned.
you laughed, “moaning already?” your voice was suddenly way clearer, and closer—
xavier snapped out of his thoughts to see you standing before him.
“soo, what are we thinking?” you gently turned around in your new lingerie, the soft purple and gold reflecting off your dark skin. the fabric outlined yours curves and showed off your hips, the clear shape of your body visible to xavier’s eyes.
you saw him physically and mentally freeze, his eyes widened as they locked on your legs…then up to your chest. “i…you looked amazing,” he managed to let out, nearly whimpering already at the sight of you.
his eyes watched you carefully, analysing your body and every move. your hands lowered to the strap which surrounded your ass, gently snapping it against your skin. the force shook the flesh lightly, but to xavier? it was all he needed to get even harder than before. he took in a deep breath, “…fuck.”
his hips gently rose, the fabric of his pants feeling tight and rough against his growing erection. xavier’s pale hand made their way to his hair, brushing the soft blonde locks back, looking away with a teasing smirk, “you know what you’re doing.”
“whattt? what am i doing xavie?” your body came closer, gently lowering yourself onto your hands and knees. your ass perched in the air, hips swaying with every crawl towards him. your eyes locked with his the whole time, both of you so far into this roleplay it was hard to even continue.
reaching to his figure, you slithered into the space between his legs, “tell me what you want to do to me,” your hands moved up his thighs, lifting your head up fully with a whisper, “master.”
xavier instantly took in a deep inhale, his cheeks turning red with every passing second, “i-um, fuck..”
your hands nudged against his bulge, his fully hard cock nearly bursting through his pants, “fuck? you want to fuck me?”
“no—i mean yes but—“ xavier whimpered at the feeling of your hands massaging his bulge, your other hand sneakily going to his waistband, “—baby, don’t do that to me, please. i’m so hard already.”
with seconds to waste, you pulled his pants and boxers down with one tug, his heavy cock revealing itself to you. the thick, throbbing tip with a pretty vein coming from the left side to the right, pre/cum dripping out his tip like a treat.
feeing your gaze on his cock only made xavier twitch, his hips jolting upwards, “ngh—don’t ogle.” he gripped the chair tightly, your head lowering down to his cock, “sorry xavie, it’s just so pretty.”
your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, slowly bouncing your head up and down the top half of his dick. xavier moaned out loud, “ahh, mhm. fuck, you’re so goood!” his hand went straight to your hair, keeping your head on his dick. your head instinctively lowered further to the base of his cock, feeling his hips twitch below your chin.
there was no saying in how xavier felt, it was only a few times that you sucked him off — due to xavier alway managing to eat you out first. but whenever you do, it like he’s been rewarded for doing absolutely nothing. nothing but love flowing through his body, his eyebrow furrowed in pleasure.
“fuck—deeper! i know you can take it deeper.” his voice deeper with lust, filthy moans echoed in the room. your eyes rolled back as your mouth was slowly stretched open to fit his thick cock, his thighs nearly crushing you from the intense force of your mouth. your hands went to the base of his cock, gently squeezing and rubbing up and down.
hips swaying, breasts shaking, head bopping up and down — it was all too much for xavier to handle. his release was approaching quicker than he’s ever felt it before, a sense of both pleasure and pain falling over him.
in seconds, you moved your body to come closer to his crotch, moving his cock in between your breasts and rubbing his tip endlessly with no in between, “you like that, do you want more?”
xavier’s mind was blown. not a single thought was being made, not with you teasing him so nicely but so painfully. your fingers only made his tip more sensitive, his hips twitching upwards, “fuck!—i think i’m gonna—mhm, i’m sorry baby,” xavier groaned, his whole face flushed and his baby hair sticking to his forehead. the shirt he was wearing was starting to feel like an oven, “hah—i’m cumming!”
“go on then.” you pressed your mouth over his tip, running your tongue around the rim of his cock. without a doubt, loads of cum shot down your throat and left his tip. xavier moaned loudly, gripping the chair so hard the armrest cracked from the force, “fuck fuck fuck—yes, take it for me baby…thank you thank you,”
you slurped up the cum that was in your mouth, licking at the base of his cock to clean him up. yet with every lick, he whimpered and moved away, “wait—sensitive..”
seeing his embarrassed and submissive face, you giggled, “of course, in the meantime, i’ll…”
you stood up, turning around and slowly removing the lingerie, revealing your body underneath. his cum lingered on your chest, a mark that proved you were his. after stripping in front of him, you sat down on his cock, your ass rubbing against him, “is this good enough for you?”
xavier smirked, looking down at your ass moving, “fuck yes.”
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Amaranthine
Whomever said time heals all things must have never experienced the undying. (Xavier 3rd pov short fic)
Fic Idea
thinking about writing something on sleep talking/walking raf who freaks out reader to the point that have to go see a sleep specialist for solutions... the specialist is Sylus LOLL (fic maybe a part of the What... Crack Series ?)
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Satoru flops backward onto the mattress he barely fits on, holding the card above his face. He stares at the number written across the back for a long moment.
And honestly? He actually considers calling. Right up until he scoffs and flings the card across the room instead.
Wahhh, tysm babes ily<33 sorry for the late reblog
R0YAL BEDD1NG!!
Rumors have it that the queen has been searching for the perfect husband who could be the king, in response, she has given five men the chance to prove themselves to her judgmental eyes
#MAKE 1T SQU1RT
who knew you could cum so hard that you end up squirting!
Summary: Zayne likes when mc acts out, mc acts out because they like being punished by Zayne. Different from their usual punishments, Zayne implements a denial period, leaving mc desperate for someone to make them come. mc drags Sylus into it, and he can’t help himself from stirring the pot. Basically brat tamer!zayne x brat!mc x pot stirrer!sylus
A/N: been thinking lately about the zayne/mc/sylus dynamic. I think they're both so indulgent of mc, but zayne is definitely the stricter of the two. with a more masochistic mc, I think they'd act out to get punished on purpose, especially if zayne is partial to just bending them over (how fun would it be to get spanked by him? literally delicious) anyway sylus to me seems more indulgent and less likely to punish, since he and mc are always kind of fighting each other for dominance. just a few fun scenes of the three of them exploring a dom/sub dynamic and having fun together! Enjoy!
added note: mc isn't referred to with any gendered terms, but does have a pussy, do with that information what you will
EXPLICIT: MDNI
You tend to enjoy Zayne’s punishments. He likes rules, order, but he likes you more. Every time you step out of line, bend the rules, Zayne is there to correct you. Lately, though, he’s been testing you. Harder and harder rules to follow, harsher (more fun!) punishments for you to endure. With every test, you find a new way to break his rules, and he finds an exciting new way to torment you.
This, however, is the cruelest he’s been.
“A month?!” you almost can’t believe it, ripped out of your post-orgasm haze by the sentence.
“Yes. One month.” Zayne is smoothing his fingertips over your cheek, soothing if not for the shock you’re in now.
“That’s not fair!”
“It’s not up to you.” His hand rests on your cheek, gentle and cold. “You broke the rules, and this is the consequence.”
Your face crumples. “I don’t think I can go a month, that’s too long,” you try to bargain, appease him for a lesser sentence, but your lover is firm as ice, and he’s already made up your mind. You knew it was a bad idea. Zayne has been gone for a work trip, and you were under specific instructions not to touch. But this week was long without him, and a part of you hoped that he’d come home today, see what you’ve done, and punish you right there. Earlier today, your mind was racing with thoughts of how he might do it, his hand, the belt, overstimulation, or even his evol. Some delicious, delightful sensation that you can lose yourself in. This is the opposite of what you wanted.
“You can,” he pauses, thinking. “And you can touch, since it was clearly too hard to resist. But your orgasms aren’t up to you.”
You pout, sinking further into the bed. “Can we still fuck? I missed you,” you know its futile to try and goad him into changing his mind now, but his hands on your skin might soften the absolute torment awaiting you for the next month.
Zayne looks at you carefully. “Have you eaten dinner?”
You sulk, curling further into yourself. “No…” just how many times will you be in trouble tonight? You’d been so worked up earlier, food wasn’t even on your mind. But hours have passed now, and Zayne’s flight back had been delayed. He’s had a long week, too, and now you feel a little guilty trying to work him so hard when he’s already exhausted.
He just sighs gently, and pats your cheek. “Dinner first.” You catch a little flash of a smile, and perk right back up. Maybe you’ll get what you wanted after all.
You get yourself cleaned up and join Zayne for dinner. The conversation is pleasant, he tells you a bit about his trip, but mostly asks you about your week. He seems concerned you may have been too stressed in his absence, and that’s why you’re acting out.
Two hours later, you’re flat on your back on the bed, and Zayne is telling you just that.
“Was it too stressful?” he asks, head buried between your thighs. He’s had his mouth on you for at least an hour, and he still won’t make you come. “Waiting a whole week without touching? Must’ve been too difficult, hm?”
You can’t answer him. All that comes from your mouth are desperate noises and pleads. You didn’t realize how much you could miss his tongue in just one week. And now, jerk that he is, that tongue is on you now, and he won’t let you come on it. Frustration builds, and you jerk your hips up, a halfhearted attempt to force his hand. He moves with you, then fixes his arm over your hips, stuck in place.
“Are you going to let me work, or do I need to tie you down?” It’s just as much question as it is threat.
You whine helplessly. “Please,” but don’t try to move your hips again.
He hums sympathetically, before his mouth is on you again, working you up right to the edge of that cliff, so, so close, before he stops. Lets you down slowly, blowing cool breath over your clit to tease you.
The sensation is all too much. You sob before you can catch your breath to cover it. “I’m being good,” you insist through frustrated tears.
“You are.” Zayne rests his head on your thigh, looking up at you now. “You’re always good for me,” a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh makes you shiver, “even when you break the rules.”
“Can I please cum now?”
“You already came tonight.” Zayne presses a sweet kiss to your throbbing clit, much like he kisses your forehead when he leaves for work in the morning. Then another kiss, and another, and a few moments later, you’re at the edge again, and your memory must be failing you, because you start begging again.
“Please, Zayne,” you’re all but crying now, tears down your face and heavy sobs shaking your ribcage. “I wanna cum, please?”
“I know you do.” His finger come up to hover over your clit, and you can feel the chill of his evol radiating off of it. Your pulse is in your clit, hot and overstimulated and so needy. “But it’s not up to you right now.” He takes his hand away, smooths it over your leg.
The fight leaves you at that. Your body is exhausted, every nerve ending on fire and overwhelmed. Your muscles are still tense. Your body is still searching for that peak, a delightful finish so you can rest, unaware that your mind has already given up and conceded. It’s not up to you. It’s up to him, and he said no. There’s nothing else to it.
Two weeks later, you’re going insane. Every time you’re with Zayne, you end up desperate and needy. He is an expert at edging you, keeping you teetering on that peak, clinging to him for stability. Sometimes he’s soft, gently petting you over your panties, asking about your day. But most times he dismantles you entirely. It’s clinical, precise the way he lays you out. He studies your every twitch, each minute spasm that tells him where to touch, and where not to. It’s unfair, really, how proficient he is. You wish he was worse at it. You’d tell him as such, if you didn’t know exactly how he’d respond. A stupid, insufferably smug smirk, subtle as anything. A large, cool hand lifting your chin and a warm mouth slotting against yours. And pretty soon after that he’ll edge you to tears again.
It’s almost worse to be by yourself. You’re allowed to touch whenever and however you want, the only thing between you and release is your willpower and your honor. Not to mention, fear of a worse punishment than this. Zayne will find out if you make yourself come. You don’t know quite how, but he has an uncanny ability to sense these things. Or worse, to coax it out of you himself. A confession drawn from his own hands. Your thighs squeeze together where you’re laid on the bed. It’s not even worth it to touch. To work yourself up and ride the edge. To pull your hands away. It’s not up to you right now.
Except he didn’t say it was up to him, did he? Just that its not up to you. Breaking the rules will get you punished, and if this is bad, you don’t want to know what worse looks like. But who says you can’t be clever and skirt around the rules? If Zayne is so eager to deny you, you’ll just have to get someone else to indulge you.
The next day, you ride from work right to the N109 Zone. Sylus has been busy lately, and your schedules haven’t allowed for any time together. But you’d been texting earlier today, and you could practically taste his eagerness to see you. It’s basic negotiation, right? Give him what he wants, and he’ll give you what you want.
I’ll come to you.
I’ll be waiting.
For a moment, you worry. Zayne doesn’t tend to ‘report back’ to Sylus, they usually don’t interfere in each other’s play. And Zayne’s rules are always just for you, and it’s your responsibility to follow them. Sylus doesn’t really impose rules on you like Zayne does. He just lets you bat at him like a fussy cat until he can manipulate you into letting him give you what you want, or until you wear yourself out fighting him. Even if Zayne hasn’t told Sylus about your punishment, there’s still a very good chance this ends poorly for you. But you ache and Zayne isn’t about to let you come anytime soon, so any chance you can get, you’ll take. Even if it might blow up in your face.
He said he’d be waiting. Except he’s not waiting. The twins inform you that some last minute ‘issues’ came up that he had to take care of personally.
“And he didn’t want backup?” Your brow furrows, “I would’ve met him there.”
“No need!” Luke chirps, “He said it was urgent, but boring. Didn’t even want to bring us along.”
Annoyed, you politely decline the twins invitation to their movie night and dismiss yourself to Sylus’ bedroom. You grab a soft, somewhat skimpy set of pajamas that Sylus has for you, black and silky with a few little ruffles. You change, lay down in his bed, and feel his absence envelop you. It aches in your chest, and you breathe deep and slow. The sheets smell so much of him, rain and gunmetal.
The ache in your chest dissipates as quickly as a new one manifests in your cunt. Heat building around your disappointment at having to wait even more. It’s not even worth it to touch. Your hand comes up to your chest, squeezing gently. Touching is only going to make it worse. You squeeze harder. Your clit pulses, thighs squeezing together for relief that doesn’t come. Breathe out slow, your hand grazes down your stomach, over your hip, to rest on the top of your thigh. Breathe in. Breathe out.
You slump into the bed in defeat. Frustrated and alone, you roll over, intent on napping until Sylus returns.
Sylus returns about an hour later, annoyed and eager to see you. Business has been trickier than usual lately, and it hasn’t afforded him enough time to see you. But it’s worth it now though, to know that you are resting in his bed, waiting for him to return. Who could blame him if his excitement turned to energy and he races through his home as shadow and mist, re-materializing just outside his bedroom door? He’s excited to see you, after all.
Behind the door, Sylus is greeted by his favorite sight. You, flushed and panting in his bed. A pillow between your thighs as your slick cunt glides against smooth silk. You perk up hearing the door open, moving slightly so you can meet his eyes. He’s smiling at you, playful, and you melt into the bed.
“My, isn’t this a wonderful gift,” in a few fast strides, he’s at the bed and by your side. His hand slides into your hair, pulling it into a firm grip at the root. He pulls up, careful but strong, and you follow him. He brings you up to eye level, plants a kiss on your mouth. Your hips haven’t stopped grinding into the pillow.
“What brings you here so needy tonight, hmm?” He holds his grasp on your hair, stroking your hip with his other hand.
Your movements falter, trying to focus enough to answer him. His hand at your hip grabs tighter, forcing your hips to keep moving against the pillow. Sensation rocks through you, too much and not enough on your oversensitive nerves, and your hands fist into his shirt as you paw at him uselessly.
“Can’t-” you gasp, trying to chase the sensation of the pillow, but his grip is firm. “Can’t make myself come,” you pull him closer, angle your head as much as possible for him to kiss you, “need you, please Sy?”
He takes the bait, pressing his mouth to yours. You’re so close, you can taste it. You open your mouth for his tongue, hot and wet as he licks into your mouth. As you pull him closer to you, he releases his grip on you, moving both hands to your hips to pull you into his lap. You whine at the loss of soft silk against your skin, but find yourself happily grinding against his hard cock through his slacks.
“Need me, huh?” He huffs, hot breath on the shell of your ear. “Isn’t that sweet?”
With him hard under you, rough fabric rubbing against your clit, it’s almost painful to hold back your orgasm. You slow your hips just enough to keep from going over, breathing hard against Sylus’ chest.
You lean into him, looking up and batting your eyes, “Sweet?”
His thumb runs over your cheek, just under your eye where tears have collected. He brings his thumb back to his mouth, runs his tongue over the pad of it. You watch, mesmerized. He brings his hand back to your face, presses his thumb against your lips, and you wrap them around it eagerly.
“Very sweet, kitten,” he runs his thumb back and forth over your tongue as you suck on it. “What’s wrong, hm? Too complicated for you to do it yourself?” He pins your tongue down when your face furrows, ready to spit him out and start arguing. “Sh, sh, kitten, no need to fuss.” His other hand is on your hip again, helping you grind against him, “I’ll take care of you.”
True to his word, you are well taken care of. Not long after, he has your legs spread over his lap, back pressed to his chest. His hand is soaked to his wrist with you, fingers pumping deep into you, pressing against every sensitive spot he knows. Your back arches when he curls his fingers just so, and you cry out as he angles his hand to hit there with every thrust.
“There you go,” he coos into your ear, “much better now, hm?”
Your hand comes up to tug on his hair, soft white locks pulled tight in your grasp. He hisses, pleased, and skates his other hand down your body to rub your clit. Steady, firm circles that make you gush around his fingers. You pull tighter as you come again, walls pulsing in rhythmic spasms.
“Good kitty,” his voice is thick with equal parts pleasure and pain, so satisfied with making you come.
His smug satisfaction goes straight to your clit, and you come around his fingers again. Your vision whites out and your ears ring, but you think you hear a fond chuckle before your body goes limp, mind hazy.
Dearest and most distinguished Dr. Zayne, our beloved has come to me in great distress with a complaint that may be of interest to you. Kitten was absolutely distraught, complaining of not being able to orgasm. I of course, rectified the situation. Perhaps the issue is medical in nature?
Sylus watches with interest as typing bubbles appear, and disappear again, before a message is delivered several moments later.
Is that so?
A day goes by. Two days. Not a word from Zayne or Sylus, and you think you’re in the clear. In a delightful change of pace, you have to work late, and Zayne got to leave on time. He offered to pick you up after you got done the backlog of papers you’ve been stuck with, and to take care of dinner. A few sweet texts and the promise of dessert later, your mood is lifted enough to finish your work in record time. As promised, Zayne picks you up, bringing you back to his house for dinner.
Inside, Sylus is waiting, sitting comfortable as a king on Zayne’s sofa. Your brain stops. You glance between them both frantically, trying to get a read on the situation. Are you already screwed or can you talk your way out of it? Desperation claws its way through you. Even if they don’t know yet, you know it’ll be no time at all before they find out. You brace yourself, ready to face the music.
“Dinner first.” Zayne’s voice knocks you out of your stupor. You look back at him, eyes searching his. He doesn’t look the way he usually does before you’re punished. It unnerves you.
Your dynamic with Zayne is steady, consistent. You step out of line, he punishes you. You like the ways he punishes you, and that’s partly why you act out so frequently. Chasing sensation. Letting him take you apart with pain, wielded so carefully in his steady hands. He knows best how to take you apart, put you back together again, whole and satisfied.
You wanted a simple, short punishment for your behavior. Zayne’s throwing you off rhythm.
Lost in your thoughts too long, you feel a hand gently press down on your shoulder, prompting you to sit in the dining chair pulled out for you. They managed to corral you to the dinner table without you even realizing. This month is messing with your head.
Food is served, fresh and hot on your plate. It looks filling, your stomach growls with interest after the lackluster meals you’ve endured today. A fork is placed in your hand, and you obediently begin to eat.
Towards the end of the meal, the sense of impending doom begins to creep up on you again, and you slow your eating in a feeble attempt to delay the inevitable.
“Sylus shared something interesting with me, the other night.” Zayne speaks, hands resting on the table on either side of his empty plate. “A medical complaint?” He tilts his head at you.
“I didn’t say that!” You protest, glaring at Sylus for snitching on you.
“Don’t speak until you’re finished eating.” Zayne’s voice is firm, but calm. You’re not in trouble, yet. “He said you claimed you were unable to orgasm.”
“I believe kitten’s exact words were,” Sylus pitches in helpfully, “Sylus, Sylus, I can’t make myself come, I need you, please Sylus” He pitches his voice up in his worst impersonation of you.
Your face heats with rage and embarrassment, slamming your fist clutching the fork on the table and standing to glower at him. He’s leaning back, relaxed and smug, barely holding back a chuckle at your anger. Puffed up like an angry kitten.
“Sit.” Ice washes over the room, soothing, cool. You take a deep breath, clench your fist and your jaw. Eyes on the table, you sit, lift another bite of food to your mouth with a tense arm and shaking hand. Across from you, Sylus claws at the air, another mockery of you. You keep him in your periphery, looking at Zayne instead.
“Is that what you said?” Zayne asks. You pause, embarrassed again, but nod. Another bite. “
You’ve finished eating. Zayne looks at your empty plate. “Over the couch.”
Your eyes widen. “I didn’t break any rules!” You protest.
“Yes, you’re very clever.” Zayne is already removing his belt. Before you can blink, Sylus is behind you, his hand in your hair, pulling you to stand and walking you to bend over the couch. “I said it wasn’t up to you, so you turned around and got someone else to do it.”
Sylus grumbles at being referred to as ‘someone else’, but keeps you held in place despite your squirming.
“Who decides how you’re punished?” Zayne is behind you now, rubbing the small of your back where your shirt has ridden up. He tugs at the waist of your pants, slipping them and your panties over your hips, down your legs. You shiver at the cold air on your bare skin.
“You do.” Your voice comes out shaky. Lightning races through your body, anticipation making you slick.
“So it is up to me.” His voice is final, and the crack in the room at the first hit of the belt on your skin echoes. You jerk, shocked, but Sylus keeps a firm grip on your hair. You don’t even have time to breathe before the next strike hits. One after the other, each bite of pain bleeding into the next. You pound your fists into the cushion below you. It feels endless, but eventually there is reprieve. A short break, the pain blooms into a delicious heat, and you start to melt. The strikes start again and the pain shoots through you. Sobbing helplessly, your hands scramble across the cushions to find Sylus’ legs, which you cling to, digging your nails in. Zayne pauses again, you force yourself to breathe.
Sylus moves your head to make you look at him, “Having fun?” he asks, voice light, playful. His other hand comes up to wipe tears from under your eye.
You sniffle and nod as best you can, grinning through your teary face. Your head is light and fuzzy, and each hit sends you further into that space. His hands in your hair, on your face, keep you on this planet, in this room. Taken apart and held together by people who love you more than anything, who always find a way to give you exactly what you want. You’re having the most fun.
Sylus smiles down at you fondly, gently rubbing the sweat from your temple. The strikes start again, and you dig your nails deeper into his legs. He smiles wider.
You stop being able to keep up with the individual strikes. Your ass, the backs of your thighs, burn with pain and heat. You’re floating, safe and held, but your mind is somewhere outside you. You register words, deep baritone voice says something. Asks something? You open your mouth to answer but realize you don’t know the question. Your head is underwater, floating weightless and shapeless, as your body sinks down and relaxes. The strikes stop, the pain still blooms across your skin, a pleasant heat and a sting that bypasses your brain and goes right to your clit. You breathe slowly through sobs and giggles, reveling in the pain.
Zayne’s cool hand is on your back again. The first thing that starts to bring you back. And your head is on someone’s lap. Sylus. And he’s petting your hair, almost in time with the chill of Zayne’s fingers running slow circles over your back. Your breathing evens out, soft cries replaced by satisfied hums. Zayne’s other hand grazes the back of your knee, ice cold. It’s the only warning you get before his frigid palm is fully on your thigh, soothing the heat. His hand is firm, thorough covering every welted inch of your skin. He massages gently, methodically. It’s so easy to just relax, to melt and let them take care of you.
In your fuzzy-headed state, you vaguely register movement around you. When your mind returns a little, you find yourself sprawled out on the couch over both their laps, Zayne still rubbing firm, cooling circles into your tender flesh.
“Better now?” Zayne asks, using the barest touch of evol to cool your heated skin.
“Mmhmm…” you hum slowly, satisfied. Your whole body feels fuzzy and pleasant. Your mind is floating somewhere outside of you, above the clouds and underwater. Gentle hands petting you and firm thighs under your body keep you grounded. You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually you return to your body. You notice your breathing, still a little stuffy from crying. Your hand is moving slowly up and down Sylus’ calf, the same pace as his hand petting your head. You squeeze his leg gently before looking up at him fondly. He smiles down at you, greedily taking in your satisfaction. You shift slightly, craning your head back to look at Zayne. His hand pauses over the swell of your ass, a soothing chill emanating from his palm. “Can we just skip to the good part next time?” You ask, earnest. The denial was equal parts torment and enjoyment, but the delicious sting of pain is something you’ve been craving.
Zayne chuckles at you, indulgent. “I thought you were taking your punishment well,” he starts, “But if you prefer I bend you over my knee,” he give a light slap to your ass, just enough to send a pleasurable jolt up your spine, and you melt into them again. “I’d be happy to oblige.”
Later, after you are cleaned and your skin is tacky with healing salve, you are in bed squeezed between your two lovers. Sylus’ firm chest is pressed up to your back as you rest your head on Zayne’s chest, over his heart. It’s started to rain, fat droplets of water hitting the roof make a calming background noise, letting you relax into the bed and the warmth.
“I believe,” you start slowly, mind still playing catch-up. “That I was promised dessert.”
Sylus’ chest shakes with laughter behind you, “That wasn’t enough of a treat for you? Greedy kitten,” he presses a sweet kiss behind your ear.
“That doesn’t count,” you and Zayne say in sync, with matching flat tones. You both take dessert very seriously.
“’M too tired now, anyways,” you sigh. You are wrapped in such comfort that leaving seems an insurmountable task, and not worth even the most enticing incentive. Dessert can wait until morning. “Want blueberry pancakes for breakfast.”
“Anything you want,” they both say, and you know it’s true.
The sound of the rain, the gentle rhythm of your breaths, and Zayne’s steady heartbeat under your ear lull you to sleep faster than anything. Before sleep takes you entirely, you press your lips to Zayne’s chest, squeeze Sylus’ hand where it holds yours, and then you’re swept off into dreams. Sweet, sweet dreams of cold, pain, and blueberry pancakes.
He is sitting at the kitchen table when you walk in.
Not at his desk. Not at the window. Not somewhere inexplicably unusual the way he usually is—slumped against a wall, or inexplicably napping on the grass. Just at the table, hands folded, still as something carved from pale stone.
The door clicks shut behind you.
Xavier looks up. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. He just looks at you, the way people look at things they were certain they would never see again, and the quiet of the apartment becomes the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.
A long beat passes.
“You’re back,” he says. That’s all. Two words. His voice doesn’t crack, doesn’t do anything to betray the weeks of silence and unanswered messages and a front door that had stayed locked. And yet something about the way he says it—careful, almost cautious—makes your chest ache.
You open your mouth. Whatever you were prepared to say dissolves on contact.
He pushes back his chair and stands, crossing the distance between you in a few steps, like he isn’t sure you’re quite real yet and moving too quickly might disturb something. He stops in front of you. His eyes move across your face, taking inventory of every small thing that has changed or stayed the same.
His hand comes up slowly. Just the barest pressure of his fingertips against your face, like he’s confirming something.
“I kept your mail,” he says.
A laugh startles out of you before you can stop it—wet, a little wrecked. He doesn’t smile, not exactly, but something shifts behind his eyes, the faint release of something wound very tight for a very long time.
He pulls you in without another word. His arms close around you with a quiet, firm certainty, and he presses his face into your hair, and for a long time, neither of you moves.
There will be questions, later. There will be things that need to be said.
But for now, his heartbeat is steady against yours. And he doesn’t let go.
𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
It’s raining when he finds you.
Zayne is still in his coat, standing in the entryway of his house with the door only half-closed behind him, as if he’s been there for a while and simply forgot to finish coming in. His bag is on the floor. His glasses are in his hand. There’s a tension in the line of his shoulders that has nothing to do with a long shift.
He’s looking at his phone.
At your name on the screen. At the call that just connected.
When you step into the light, his head comes up. The silence that follows is different from his usual silences. This one is the kind that happens when the thing a person has been quietly bracing for finally arrives, and all the prepared words go missing at once.
He doesn’t move.
“You should have called,” he says at last, his voice even. Measured. Precisely the tone he uses when he is trying very hard to be the version of himself that holds things together.
“I know.”
“Before now. You should have called before now.” He sets his glasses on the shelf without looking away from you. “Do you have any idea—” He stops himself.
A breath. Slow.
He closes the remaining distance between you and stops close enough that you have to tilt your head up. His eyes move over you the same way his hands would over a patient—thorough, taking account of damage, checking for everything that might have been missed.
Then one hand comes up. Settles against the side of your neck. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, and his exhale is long, and quiet, and carries the weight of months.
“You’re cold,” he says.
“Zayne—”
“You’re cold.” He says it again, like the rest of it can wait, like this is what matters right now, and he turns you gently toward the warmth of home and closes the door behind.
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
The studio is a mess.
That isn’t unusual—Rafayel’s studio is always a mess—but this is a specific kind of mess, the kind made by someone who has been working through something rather than working on something. Canvases stacked against every wall. Dried brushes abandoned mid-use. A half-eaten plate of food pushed to the edge of the table and forgotten.
He’s at the window when you arrive, back to the door, looking out at the water.
He hears you come in. His shoulders go rigid.
A long pause. Long enough that you start to wonder if he’s going to say anything at all.
“How was it,” he says finally, not turning around, his voice light, conversational, the exact register he uses when he’s determined not to let you know something is wrong. “Wherever you went. Was it nice?”
“Rafayel—”
“I’m asking.” He turns around. His eyes find yours immediately, and whatever carefully assembled indifference he’d been preparing doesn’t quite survive the moment of actually looking at you. Something cracks through it. A small fracture. But visible.
“Do you know,” he says, and he crosses the room, and his voice has dropped into something quieter, “how many times I checked my phone? Every day. Every morning, every night, every time something happened that I wanted to tell you. Every time I saw something that reminded me of you.” He stops in front of you. “Which is constantly, by the way. Absolutely everything reminds me of you. It’s extremely inconvenient. And everything’s dull without you.”
He takes your face in both hands.
“I told myself I wasn’t worried.” His thumbs brush beneath your eyes. “I was very convincing. I almost believed it.”
Something unsteady moves across his face—not quite anger, not quite relief, something that exists in the narrow space between the two.
“Cutie,” he says softly. “Don’t do that again.”
He pulls you against him, his clingy arms wrapping around you with the grip of someone who has been doing the opposite of letting go for a very long time.
“I was in the middle of daydreaming,” he mutters into your hair. “Completely ruined it.”
𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒
You hear the record before you see him.
Something low and slow, an old vinyl, the kind he keeps in the locked cabinet by the window. It stops mid-song when the door opens.
Sylus is standing at the far end of the room with a glass of wine in his hand, and he looks at you with the particular quality of stillness that belongs to someone who has been waiting for something without admitting—even to themselves—that they were waiting at all.
Mephisto clicks quietly from somewhere above you.
“Well,” Sylus says. His voice is smooth, unhurried, the same as always. “Look at that. The kitten has found her way home.”
He doesn’t move toward you. He turns back to the window, sets his glass down on the ledge, and studies the city below with the measured consideration of a man reviewing a plan that has finally resolved itself.
“I had a bet with the twins,” he muses. “They thought it would be longer.”
You step further into the room. “And what did you think?”
A pause.
“I thought they were wrong.”
He turns then, and walks toward you, and up close the light catches something in his expression that his voice hasn’t betrayed—a quality of attention that is too careful, too precise, too entirely fixed on you to be as effortless as he’s making it look.
He reaches out. His knuckle grazes your cheek, light as a question.
“You’re in one piece,” he observes.
“I am.”
“Good.” The word lands quietly. He studies you for another moment, and then his mouth curves. Slow. The kind of smile that almost reaches the sharp red of his eyes.
“You owe me a conversation,” he says. “A long one.”
He doesn’t say he was concerned. He doesn’t say what the months of silence cost him. He doesn’t have to. He just takes your hand, and leads you to the couch, and doesn’t let go once he does.
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁
He opens the door before you can knock.
Like he heard your footsteps on the stairs. Like he knew. Like some part of him had been listening to exactly that sound for a very long time and his body simply reacted before the rest of him could catch up.
For a moment, he just stands there.
Caleb, who could deliver a valedictorian speech in front of hundreds of people without a tremor in his voice, who flew through Deepspace without flinching, who holds a rank that makes other officers stand up straighter when he walks into a room—he stands in his own doorway and doesn’t say a single word.
His jaw is tight. His eyes are doing something complicated.
“Hey,” you say.
Something in him breaks open at the sound of your voice. Not visibly, but you watch it happen, the same way you can see a change in pressure before the weather turns.
“Hey, Pips,” he says back. Low. A little rough at the edges.
He reaches out and takes your hand. That’s all. Just your hand, wrapped in his, and he squeezes once like he’s checking whether you’re real, and then he pulls you inside, and the door falls shut behind you.
“I made dinner,” he says after a moment, already moving toward the kitchen, your hand still in his, refusing to put any more distance between you than is functionally necessary. “Well. I started dinner. An hour ago. It’s probably—”
“Caleb.”
He stops.
His grip on your hand tightens.
“I know,” he says, not turning around, his shoulders carrying every weeks of it. “I know.” His thumb traces a slow arc across your knuckles. “Just… don’t disappear on me like that again. Okay?” His voice dips at the end. “I can handle a lot of things, but not that.”
He finally turns to look at you.
“Not that,” he says again, quietly.
The ‘When U Come Back’ pendant on his necklace catches the light. He doesn’t let go of your hand through dinner, or after. Not once.
hi! i wanted to ask (only do if ur comfortable) can you do the lads boys individually spanking x afab reader? it’s okay if not!!
#YKYouWannaSpankThatAss!!⭑.ᐟ
⭑.ᐟSYNOPSIS You really can’t help it, you truly love teasing your dear boyfriend! You just sit weren’t expecting him to retaliate in this. . way
⭑.GENRE smut, porn with little plot
⭑.INCLUDE Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus (separate)
⭑.WARNING fem!reader, explicit content, no possible spoilers, established relationship, possible grammar errors, not proof read, face down ass up (Caleb), mentions of overstimulation, implied creampie, pet names, hair pulling, squirting, breeding, p in v, no protection, oral (fem rec), doggy style (Xavier), marking, cowgirl (Zayne, Sylus), jealous sex (Caleb, Xavier), lil bit of mean! Zayne, breast play, 1k per Li, author note at end!(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡
⭑.CALEB
The feeling of overcoming bliss is drowning you, overstimulated to the max, left twitching and throbbing in ecstasy. There is a slight sheen of sweat on your burning hot flesh, glistening. Caleb has your face pressed firmly against the drool soaked pillow, moans and whimpers are barely bearable due to the pillow muffling your strings of harmony, ass pushed up
Caleb has a firm grip on your plump hips, forcing you in place as he slams his hips into yours— fat cock pushing deep into your velvety walls with a wet squelch, heavy balls slapping deliciously at your puffy clit. Occasionally, there’s a small peak of his dick, a white ring formed around the thick base of his cock, a sticky mixture of yours and his’ previous orgasms.
“Mmhp—! Hnng. .” You loudly moan into the pillow, uselessly scratching at the soft yet slightly wet fabric.
Cock buried deep in your pussy, he rolls his hips— stirring up your cum coated walls with an obscure and nasty squelchhh. In response, his thick cum pools around his thick shaft. . his seed slowly drips onto the dirtied sheets. You let out an exhausted moan into the pillow, squealing loudly when Caleb pulls out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was plugged into your messy hole before slamming his hips into yours, with a pwap plap, causing your walls to quiver around his dick. . gushing out even more of his cum.
“Nngh sh- shitt, babe! S- so noisy. .” Caleb heavily pants out, teeth biting at his swollen bottom lip, drawing crimson liquid from the flesh.
“B- baby! Y- you’re soo —hnng. . wet” He hiccups, pausing his motion of rolling his hips against yours, opting to switch to thrusting deep and hard into your gushing cunt.
While you’re exhausted and purely cock drunk, Caleb, somehow, has enough pleasure to pound you into the bed— perhaps it was the godly sight in front of him that spurred him further on. Scattered along your neck, collarbone, and back are purplish red bite marks littered on your flesh. . deliciously pretty. Every time he slams into you, your plump ass jiggles and bounces with the toe curling thrust— there’s a mixture of sweat and dried cum on the flesh.
You squirm and thrash, weakly attempting to escape from the mind numbing pleasure that’s being fed to your body. The grip on your hips quickly becomes mean and bruising, it’s obvious Caleb isn’t going to let you easily escape from him. You drool into the pillow, tears spilling from your watery eyes.
One of the hands on your hips shakily grab at your hair, gently yet firmly pulling you from the tear shaken pillow— forcing your body into a difficult arch that lets Caleb abuse your sweet spots even better.
“Do- don’t try to —ohhhfuck. . t- to squirm from me!” Caleb grunts out, releasing your hair, letting you slump back onto the bed before his hips grab at your hips tightly.
Your eyes go wide, that knot in your belly snapping, pussy gushing around his cock for the nth time. The feeling of overstimulation is familiar, your body trembling against the bed— sobbing into the fabric when Caleb’s full balls slap harshly at your engorged clit, causing jets of cum to squirt from your cunt.
“F- fuckkk. . Yo- you’re squeezingme sooo tight—! Nnghfuck. . baby!” He chokes on a moan, fingers digging deeper into your plump hips, surely leaving purple marks behind, tugging you to meet his thrust halfway.
“L- leb’ haaah-! Sl- slow!” You squeal, voice muffled by the cloth.
The wet plap and fwopping sounds of Caleb’s skin meeting yours in deafening, mingling with the nasty squelch and slosh of your velvety walls stretching perfectly around his dick. Submitting to desire, a hand grabs at the globs of fat of your ass— fondling and greedily groping at the soft flesh that spills between his fingers.
“Haah. .? W- what was that, baby —nngh!” Caleb groans out, pinching at your ass.
“Wa- want me to —ngh shit. . s- slow down? N- no. Yo- you’ve. been. teasing. me. all. fucking. day—!” He breathes out between loud moans and whimpers, each word followed by a delicious thrust that makes tingles course through your spine. . the creaking sound of the bed giving way slowly intensifies.
“Y- you’re gonna break —ohmygod. . t- the bed!” You attempt to reason, that doesn’t stop you from squeezing tightly around him as you buck your hips to feel him push in deeper into your pussy.
Your words seem to go into one ear, exiting out the other. It’s like Caleb hasn’t really processed your words, mindlessly fucking his overstimulated cock erotically into your sloppy cunt.
“G- gotta t- teach you a lesson. . hnng-!” Caleb hiccups, hands lifting in the air before landing on your asscheek, eliciting a delighted squeal.
It’s louder and clear now— the sounds of the bed shaking, the faint cracks of the wooden frame giving way. Completely cock drunk, you struggle to push your ass back against Caleb, desperate to feel his cock burying itself deeper and deeper into your gooey walls until you're full of his thick cum. Another painful smack has you drooling and whimpering into the pillow, the dim pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.
“Haah. . Y’knew h- he was —holyshit. . fl- flirting with you, baby!” He whimpers out loudly, groaning when your walls spasm around his length when he brushes against your sweet spot.
Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re loving every second. That familiar knot in your lower belly is getting tighter and tighter, you are soo close to cumming again.
“Hnng—! P- please. . d- don’t stoppp!” You mewl, gasping in ecstasy when he pistons his hips to ensure he pounds into your sweet spot.
You can tell he’s close too— the way his grip on your hips and ass tightens painfully, his thrust sloppily, cock throbbing and bobbing deep in your pussy, his moans and whines getting louder. You let out an open mouth scream into the pillow, cumming for the nth time around his cock, the ring of cum smearing onto his pelvis and the skin of your ass. Caleb whimpers your name loudly, pushing his hips flushed against yours, balls pressed against your puffy clit, cock spurting a copious amount of cum into your cunt, the excess dripping out of your stuffed pussy.
“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui—“ Caleb babbles dumbly, rolling his hips against yours, the wet slosh of him burying his seed deeper into your pussy.
He slowly pulls out with a wet pop, silently watching his cum pour out from your messy cunt. Caleb drags his cock through your swollen folds, back and forth, pressing himself back into your cunt with a wet squelchh. A weak attempt, you try to squirm and thrash from his grip but he keeps you still, hips smashing into yours.
Not a single drop of regret bubbles in you— getting your boyfriend jealous might be your favorite occupation, especially when he’ll fuck you stupid and spank you until your ass is a pretty shade of red in response.
⭑.RAFAYEL
Perhaps having Rafayel as a boyfriend has made a certain playful side of yourself develop— you’ve been teasing him all week in numerous ways, knowingly riling up your poor boyfriend. Sitting on his lap randomly, grinding your ass against his crotch early in the morning, bending over to pick up something you accidentally dropped. It was inevitable, he’d eventually submit to his own desires.
He is in heaven— the feeling of plump, squishy thighs pressed firmly against the sides of his head, the scent of you is much more intense, and your sweet cunt for him to mindlessly lap at. So what if he easily fell for your little trap? How could he possibly care when he’d end up trapped between your thighs? Rafayel is nasty messy, dragging his tongue through your slickened folds— the noisy sound of his lips wrapping around your puffy clit, the wet squelch of his tongue dipping into your gummy entrance, and the muffled sounds of your boyfriend moaning into your pussy.
Each time Rafayel drags his tongue along your syrupy slit, perfect nose pressed into your clit— you’d buck, tremble, and hump his face weakly. . smearing your sticky juices all over his face. And every time you’d unconsciously press your pussy harder into his face, he’d let out a shameless moan into your core, the delicious vibrations coursing through your body. . making you moan even louder. Ooh fuck, and the way you’d let out a deafening squeal when he thrusts his tongue in and out of your velvety walls— your fingers darting to firmly grab at the purple strands of his hair, carding through his hair and occasionally tugging on it.
“Mmhp— ohhhfuck! Hung. . r- rafyie” you mewl out softly, voice hoarse and broken from how much moans and whimpers that Rafayel has ripped from you, you weakly roll your hips to grind your overstimulated pussy on his face.
This is the first time you’ve ever heard your boyfriend soo quiet before, minus all the moaning and whining he’s unbashfully letting out into your swollen pussy, finally not babbling out praise and worship for you. However, that’s just because he’s proving his love in another way— keeping his mouth busy with lapping, sucking, slurping until you can’t help but cum into his mouth. Rafael slowly drags his thick tongue through your sopping folds, up and down in a dizzying manner, his nose pressing against your swollen clit. . lewdly inhaling your addictive scent that surrounded him.
The pressure on your clit has you crying out his name loudly, squirming lightly. Each time Rafayel glides his tongue through your syrupy pussy, your folds part, giving him the chance to taste the arousal that leaks from your messy hole. The grip on your hips tightens, a finger tapping on your plush flesh twice— you lift your hips up enough room for him to breath.
“Haah. . ohmygod, my pearl” Rafayel breathes out between ragged pants, his warm breath fanning onto your spit and arousal covered clit.
“You taste sooo de- delicous, cutie. .” He says quietly, kissing at your puffy clit tenderly— chuckling softly when the bud throbs against his lips.
Rafayel tugs you back down onto his face, fingers tightly digging into your plump hips. . forcing you to roll your hips, grinding your heat on his face. He glides his tongue through your folds two times, back and forth back and forth, before he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole— summoning a loud whine of pleasure. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your velvety walls has your toes curling, eyes rolling back, and a whine of Rafayel being ripped from you.
“Hnng-! I-I can’t —nghhh. . can't take anymore. .” You babble out, squirming and writhing, though to no avail.
He tilts his head upwards, lips engulfing your puffy clit— sucking harshly until he feels your hips jolt. Greedily, one of his hands grabs at your ass chick while the other one stays glued firmly to your hips. Rafayel plays with the supple flesh, squeezing and fondling at the globs of fat on your ass— giving it a soft smack.
“Haah-! Nnghfuck. . t- too much. . raf’!” You sob loudly, tears clinging in the corner of your eyes.
The feeling of overstimulation has you whimpering and trembling helplessly, but Rafayel can’t stop— he needs to coax out more and more of your delicious juices. Oh, he’s hooked on you. He’s basking in your reactions; every single time your moans become high pitched, he’d peer up from between your thighs.
“Mmhp—! Fu- fuck. . feels too Ra- Rafie! Wanna. .—nghh, cuum” you slur out dumbly between whines, squealing when he spanks to the flesh of your ass.
That knot in your stomach is getting tighter with every passing second, you are trembling violently now. Rafayel’s tongue delves through your sopping folds— tongue tracing through your creamy slit, driving you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Maybe the lightheadedness, from the lack of oxygen and drunk off your taste and scent, finally got to your boyfriend’s head— perhaps that’s the only explanation of his cock throbbing violently in need.
Rafayel is widely bucking his hips into the air, fucking into nothing— caught between the option of eating you out until his jaw aches or giving into the need. . ultimately choosing to worship his girlfriend. The moment he suckles onto your clit, tongue smoothing the swollen flesh. . you’re letting out a loud sob, tears dripping down your cheek. You wail loudly, cumming around nothing, shakily rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.
“Haah—! Fu- fuck me. .” you sigh out softly, shakily lifting yourself off his face.
There’s thin strings of arousal connected between your pussy and his face, his face covered in your juices and arousal. Messy and nasty.
“Haah. . yo- you taste soo good” Rafayel pants, it’s quite obvious he’s just as drunk as you are— pussy drunk.
“—Need more. .” He murmurs out, gently spanking the warm flesh of your ass, dragging you onto his face again with the personality of man that intends to make you jelly boned and sobbing in ecstasy.
⭑.XAVIER
You are a complete, hot mess— fat tears clinging from the corner of your eyes, loudly whimpering and whining from the overwhelming pleasure, weakly and helplessly clawing at the soft fabric of a pillow before you. Eyes burning with hunger and need gazes at your body; skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the heat and ecstasy. . glistening in the dimmed lights to cast a pretty shining effect on your gorgeous body, scattered along the flesh of your neck and back are purple and red hickey marks from Xavier’s hungry mouth.
If it wasn’t for the calloused hands, greedily grabbing at your plus hips with a firm grip, dragging you to meet Xavier’s rough thrusts halfway. .you would have already collapsed on the bed from the sheer exhaustion. You’re completely drunk from that additive feeling of intense pleasure, with each orgasm ripped from your body, the pleasure bleeds into overstimulation yet you still beg for more— perhaps this is what it meant to be cockdrunk. You are tumbling violently like a small leaf, you can barely hold your loud whines and tears every time his cock drags perfectly along your velvety walls. . easily pounding into your sweet spots.
The apartment room is deafening, surely the lewd harmony you both are creating can be heard perfectly. Each time Xavier gives you a frantic and rough thrust, his slender cock pushing deep into your gooey walls, an obscure squealchh and sloshing sound of your sopping cunt would fill the room along with the sounds of slick skin slapping against each other loudly.
“Haaah—! O-ohfuckk. . f- feels sooo good” you mewl loudly, there’s a subtle burning sensation on your arms that’s planted on the bed, it must be from you trying to hold yourself up for soo long.
“Nngh. . X- xavie!” You cry out his name loudly, earning yourself a pleased groan from your boyfriend.
A noisy sob is ripped from your swollen lips when one of Xavier’s hands drags along the skin of your back to grab at your plump ass— needy fondling, squeezing, and smacking at the flesh until it turns to a pretty shade of red. In his eyes, he’s leaving his own mark on your delicious body. . just like what you did to his neck, except he’s worse and meaner.
“Mmph haah. . yo- you knew he was —fuck. . staring a- at you. .” Xavier breathes out between ragged moans and grunts, hips noisily slamming into yours, the red, globs of fat jiggling from the impact.
“We- were you tr- tryna’ . . nghfuuck so tight— make m- me jealous, darling?” Somehow, his thrusts become inhumanly and mercilessly fast. . causing a silent scream to be ripped from you and your head to become only a mush of thoughts while your white-coated walls quiver around his cock, eliciting a breathless whimper from Xavier.
Oh godd, the way his cock drags along your sensitive walls has your body trembling from the overstimulation. The mess between your plump thighs is getting everywhere: the bed, the sheets, on your skin, and Xavier’s thighs and abdomen— the mess is starting to become worse and worse, your sloppy hole keeps leaking out a sticky mixture of your juices and his previous orgasms onto the bed below. Another rough spank to your ass has you bucking your hips towards him, weakly fucking yourself on his length.
“oooh— fuckfuckfuckfuck! Nngh. . X- xavie! I- I. . f- feels amazing!” You squeal out loudly, fat tears dripping down your flushed cheeks— each rough thrust has a pleasurable wave of heat coursing through your body.
The sensitivity seemingly makes your senses sharper than usual. . everything feels more intense— the way Xavier’s slender’s cock throbs and jolts deep inside the warmth of your cunt or the way his balls slap, pwop, at your puffy clit til you’re gushing around his base.
“I- I’m soo sorry— fuck!” You wail out, lips parting as strings of moans are ripped from you, eyes rolling back with a particular rough thrust.
His hands cracks against your ass again, the sting melted into delicious and addictive pleasure, you gasp in response. Perhaps you did go overboard with making your dear boyfriend jealous, but getting fucking so good that you become cockdrunk. . you really wouldn’t mind doing it again. Those heavy balls of Xavier’s smacks against your engorged clit, heat pooling to your lower belly.
“Haaah—! O-oh god. .” You drool, becoming awfully aware of that knot in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter.
“Mmhp—. . a- and you —fuckkk. .” Xavier barely manages to get words out, groaning softly when you feel you flutter around his cock soo tightly.
“. .pretends l- like he wasn’t st- staring —holyshit, darling. . at y- you” he stutters out, another rough smack on your asscheek, eliciting out a yelp from you.
“X- Xavier—!” You voice is high pitched and deafening as you cry out his name, shamelessly moaning your boyfriend’s name. . there’s no way that man basically eye fucking you couldn’t hear from his room.
“Hhng nngh—! Y- yes. . yesyesyes, scream out my n- name, starlight” Xavier encourages.
Xavier is so close to cumming; that rude and mean grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly, his thrust becoming sloppy and downright needy for an orgasm, and the way he’s just pulsing and twitching inside you.
“C’mon. . s- scream out my name —gonnacum. . wa- want him to know y- you are all minee” he drools out, hips smacking painfully into yours.
“X- Xavier —hnng, please!” You squeal, eyes rolling back as velvety walls quiver around his length, creaming around his cock for the nth time— the ring of cum around his base smears onto your skin.
He lets out a breathless whimper, resting his weight on top of your body. . keeping you trapped against the bed. Xavier’s body is flushed with yours, cock spurting an overwhelming amount of cum into your stuffed pussy. Your eyes roll back, weakly gasping when he presses his hands onto your back, slowly thrusting his sensitive cock into your gushing and creamy pussy.
“X- xavie. . nooo! F- feel’s tooo good. .” You drool into the sheets, unable to make an effort to squirm away from the mind numbing pleasure.
Even though Xavier is completely dumb from pleasure and overstimulation is biting at his flesh and mind. . he can’t stop— he needs to ensure that man knows you are his. . even if you spend all night fucking like bunnies.
⭑.ZAYNE
Your body feels extremely exhausted, skin sweaty and glistening, skin burning hot to the touch from the delicious heat that’s bloomed between you and your boyfriend. The addictive sensation of your ass cheek throbbing in pain from the countless spanks Zayne gifts to your flesh only serves to further heighten your sensitivity— each cruel swat to the red globs of flesh draws out a whiney whimper from your spit covered lips. Perhaps, acting like a brat towards you boyfriends wasn’t the smartest choice you’ve ever made. .
However; being forced to perch on top of his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing deep into your cunt, while calloused hands tenderly massage and roughly spank at the globs of fat until your flesh was raw and a pretty shade of red wasn’t something you’d object to receiving as punishment. Shakily and weakly, you roll your hip— eyes rolling back when you feel Zayne’s thick cock brush perfectly against your g-spot, whimpering when your puffy clit catches at the rough fabric of his pants.
“Haah—. . ohmygod. Za- Zaynie!” You whine out his name in such a sweet voice, gasping erotically when he grabs at your sore ass cheek, firmly squeezing on the raw flesh while helping you bounce on his twitching cock.
It’s a mess, tears clinging onto your lashes, drool seeping from your parted lips as you pant out warm air, mind set on one thing. . to finally cum after being edged for soo long. You quickly bury your fingers into Zayne’s shirt, bunching the fabric up between your fingers. . using it as leverage.
“Hnng—! C- can’t take it anymore. . b- baby!” You whimper out, trembling lightly in his arms.
Each time Zayne slams you back onto his lap, you swear, his cock reaches soo deep into your sopping cunt— forcing your pussy to make the nastiest and obscurest squelching sound. The wet squealchh and sloshing of sound of his dick reaching deep into your gooey walls can be heard from outside the closed room, along with the wet plap of skin meeting each other.
“Nghh. . oooh, p- please, Zayne! N- needa’a cumm. . sooo badly. .” You beg in a whiney tone, sobbing when his cock massages your velvety walls perfectly.
There’s a subtle burning sensation in your thighs from overexerting yourself, yet, you just can’t stop. . you really need to cum. Zayne groans out softly when he feels your walls spasm and flutter around his cock, dragging out a delightful moan of your name.
“Z- Zayne. . c- can, anymore—“ you mewl, words barely making sense anymore.
You are so close to cumming, that knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter than expected, the way your gooey walls spasm around his throbbing cock is enough to tell. Zayne huffs out between moans and groans, one of his hands on your plump hips dragging up your back— tugging you to be fleshed against his chest, fucking up into your messy cunt.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—! Wanna cum soo. . — Haah, need’a cum, please za- zaynie!” You babble out pathetically, burying your head into his neck— lips sucking at his flesh until a pretty bruise blooms at his skin.
You let out a loud cry when you feel Zayne’s hands gently smack against your ass cheek, a loud fwop, a silent reminder that he’s treating this like a punishment. You whimper softly when he fondled your ass cheek, pushing deeper into your sloppy pussy.
“You’ve been acting like a brat. . all. fucking. day. darling” Zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, each word followed by a toe curling thrust that makes a delicious wave of heat course through your body— earning a sob in response.
“You h- have clearly —nngh fuckk. . ha- haven’t learned your lesson, m- my beloved” he groans out between gritted teeth, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you trapped and flushed against him, angling his hips to graze against your g-spot.
“P- please, Zayne! I- I won’t tease you anymore —haah nghh, feels soo good” you wail out, nuzzling yourself deeper into his neck, lips wrapping around his sensitive skin and sucking pretty bruises and love bites on his flesh— eliciting a breathless groan from your boyfriend.
He knows you are lying. .
“P- please, j- just let me cum. . baby—“ you gasp out, weakly bucking your hips to meet his sloppy thrusts.
How could Zayne possibly deny you when you’re pleading so sweetly, tears dripping
onto his skin, muffled whimpers by his neck, gooey walls slamming around him. His thrusts become hurried and sloppy, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Oh fuckk, the way his cock drags along your velvety walls has that knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes rolling back.
“Come on —nghhfuck. . c- cum for me, be- beloved” Zayne manages to breathe out between broken grunts.
One of the hands gripping firmly onto your hips dips between your bodies, finding where your two are connected— skilled fingers pressing and circling your puffy clit until you let out a loud cry. A loud moan is ripped from you as you gush around his cock, tears dripping down your cheeks from how intense your orgasm was, a ring of cum forming around the thick base of Zayne’s cock.
“Haah—! F- fuk, Zaynie!” You drool, letting out a shaky breath when he buries his cock to the hilt of your cunt.
His cock throbs and twitches deep inside your sopping pussy, ropes of cum shooting into your gooey walls. Zayne grits out your name, slowly bouncing on his cock to help ride out both of your orgasms. You are a trembling mess in his arms, still recovering from your intense orgasm.
However, Zayne is still bouncing you up and down his dick— overstimulation creeping over your body, you let out a soft whimper from the pleasure.
“Nghh. . Haah, mhhp. . ‘M se- sensitive” you mewl out, that doesn’t stop you from rolling your hips to gain some of that delightful overstimulation.
“You’ve been trying to get my a- attention all —fuckk. . day, darling” he mumbles, tilting his head to the side to press a warm kiss to your hair.
“Surely this isn’t enough to satisfy you. .” Zayne teases, that tone alone is enough for you to know he isn’t done with you just yet.
⭑.SYLUS
There was something soo enticing and entertaining about teasing your poor, oh so sweet, boyfriend restlessly. Ranging from innocently bending over in front of him wearing a pretty short skirt, gracing him the perfect view of your crimson panties. Purposely leaving the bathroom door wide open for Sylus to see you— naked and beautiful body covered in droplets of warm water, steamy air surrounding you inside the shower.
You’ve even resorted to indulging him in his desires, plush lips firmly pressed against each other in a steamy kiss— your warm lips lightly peppering against his jaw to his neck. . sucking a pretty mark onto his neck before pulling away with an obvious excuse. Oh godd, you truly can be quite a little minx. It was inevitable; Sylus would eventually submit to his own desires and corner you. . like a predator finally capturing its prey.
“Mmhp. . doing soo —fuckk. . well f’me, kitten” Sylus groans out between rough and ragged groans, voice muffled slightly by the mounds of flesh on your chest pressed against his face— occasionally taking in your perky nipples into his hungry mouth to suckle and lap at the bud until you whimper.
Sylus has a brushing grip on your squishy and plump hips, calloused hands helping you to ride his cock— the loud fwopping sound of his skin meeting yours is loud. His fat cock easily pushes deep in your velvety walls, due to the amount of wetness you’ve produced, with a lewd squealchh. The sticky mixture of both your essence and his cum is smeared everywhere; his lap, abdomen, and your thighs and ass.
Gazing up towards you with hooded eyes and clouded with desire, everything about you was intoxicating to him— fat tears clinging to your eyes lashes and eyes glossy, lips parted as he rips strings of moans from your swollen lips, and the way your gooey walls squeezes around his cock. . it makes him feel dizzy from the pleasure. You tremble in his hands intensely, barely letting out coherent sentences besides his name over and over. Sylus is soo big; buried deep in your sopping pussy, stretching your walls out perfectly, twitching and throbbing inside your cunt— it has your body burning in ecstasy and creaming around his thick base with a loud squeal.
Your thighs are beginning to have this slight uncomfortable burning sensation from spending such a long period of time being fucked dumb on Sylus’s cock, the pleasure has officially rendered you cock drunk.
“Hang mmhp—! I- I. . ca- can’t! t- too tired. . nghh!” You mewl out in a whiney voice, panting and breathing heavy from the heat.
Before you can even attempt to finish up your sentence, he’s bucking his hips to push deeper into your gushing cunt, pressing into your poor g-spot. That deep, unforging thrust he does has your eyes rolling back, and whimpering out your boyfriend’s name loudly. One of Sylus’s arms wraps around your back, pulling you closer to push your boobs closer to his face— he lets out a delighted groan into your perky nipples as he drags his tongue against the bud, drawing out a gasp from you.
“Y- you enjoy teasing —ohfuckk, so tight. . me, sweetheart?” He grunts out against your chest, engulfing both of your nipples into his hungry and insatiable mouth before sucking harshly, eliciting out a broken moan from you.
The only response he gains is an unapologetic and teasing giggle from you, it quickly melts into a loud and surprised moan when his hand on your hip swiftly cracks at your ass. Sylus swiftly spanks at the same cheek twice, summoning a loud moan, more tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. It shouldn’t excite you, but it does, the sticky cream that gushes from your cunt and forms around the base of his dick is enough evidence.
Perhaps it’s the overstimulation that’s making you act so giddy and incoherent— besides, it’s not like Sylus’s tone carries any hostility, in fact, it seems he’s teasing you back.
“Haaah—! Ohmyfucking. . godd, s- sy!” You wail out, velvety walls squeezing around his cock like a vice, that knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.
“Mmhp nngh! I- I don’t know wh- what you're talking about, ho- honey!” You coo out softly, feigning innocence, whining out when his hands roughly massaged the reddened globs of flesh.
Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re just in love.
“D- don’t fucking. . —nngh” Sylus starts, interrupting himself by lewdly slurping at your poor nipples, even gently nibbling at the flesh, electing a squeal from you.
Smack
“— act. . innocent with me, sweetie” he purrs out, miraculously speeding up his brutal pace when he feels our gooey walls quivering and flutter around his cock uncontrollably.
Smack. Smack.
You let out a loud wail, the little bossy word you wished to say dies at the tip of your tongue. At this point, there will be red marks on your poor ass cheek and a pretty bruise on your hips, serving as a sweet and lovely reminder of tonight.
“Oooooh. . fuck! fuckfuckfuck. .” You gasp out loudly, scratching at his chest weakly, leaving only red marks on his skin— earning yourself a raspy chuckle from your boyfriend.
“Nngh—! C- can’t cum. . not again—!” You wail out, trembling violently in his arms.
“Yes you can, kitten” Sylus murmurs against your swollen boobs, angling his hips slightly.
You drool, screaming out his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling— cumming around his thick cock for the nth time, sobbing when his hands spanks at your flesh again. You whimper, crying out his name when he stills fucking up into your messy cunt. You go limp in his arms, thighs trembling lightly.
“C’mon, sweetie. . — haah. . you’ve had your fun alll dayy” he draws out his words, pressing a soft kiss to the front of your neck, a complete contrast from how meanly thrusting up into your overstimulated pussy.
“Isn’t it fair I have mine. .?” Sylus teases lightly, fingers massaging at your red ass.
# All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block⭑.ᐟ
⭑.[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Tehe. . betta weren’t expecting mommy to finally post hmm<33 but it did, mwah! Anywhores, I'm so so so rlly sorry for being absent, a lil summery, i did gain a leg injury and have already 2 weeks in the boot + i have to do another 2 weeks on ankle braces. . But I decided my babies deserve a long gift, I made to make sure I put my life in my writing<33 btw, if u say there’s obvious bias in how I wrote the characters, mommy is blocking you 4ever, tehe. I rlly love my new theme, I still have to change the whole blog but it’ll happen soon!
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mean xavier strikes again || mdni, dom!xavier, spanking, bondage, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, edging, he gets soft at the end for u 🥹
authors note: xavierrr xavierrrr lets goooo
“xavi—“ you whined, feeling his hands tighten the restraints on your wrist. his hands, ever so talented, holding you still on the bed, with your ass high in the air. exposed and needy. you could only really rely on your hearing at this point, yet xavier’s capability of being able to move quickly wasn’t helping at all.
one hand travelled up your body, moving from the back of your thigh to meet your ass, “no,” he moved, pressing himself against your back, whispering in your ear, “after the stunt you pulled, you’re not allowed to call me that. it’s sir to you.”
“mmnghh!—that’s not fair! i didn’t even do anything!” xavier’s hands rose from your body, landing on your ass with a harsh impact. the simple slap had more force that it sounded, your skin already blooming a soft red. his body heat made you nervous, no matter how many times he’s fucked you.
his hands pulled at your ankles, pushing your ass to the edge of the bed where your pussy rubbed up against the pillow he placed there. already feeling how great it rubbed against your folds, you began onto move your hips in a slow circle, moaning into the covers.
yet a hand harshly stopped your hips, “i didn’t say you could move did i?” his voice was deeper, meaner, ruthless. there was no running from this now.
he scoffed, “i didn’t do anything—should i remind you of what you did?” his hands moved to your nape, pushing your head down so you couldn’t see what he was doing, “flirting with another man whilst i was talking to jeremiah over serious business?”
the sounds of a belt being unbuckled filled the room as xavier’s hand left your skin, holding something else.
“you think i didn’t see you—“ slap!
you yelped.
“—touch his hand like that, and—“ slap! “—tilt your head at him like he’s an angel?”
before his hand slipped again, you spoke out, “i didn’t do that! dont lie.” knowing that he was getting madder, the feeling in between your legs only grew. your pussy growing wetter with every pending second. xavier gets hot when he’s mad, you’ve seen it in battle and with others. but in bed, it’s only sexier.
“so you want to play that game huh?” xavier moved completely from your body, his body kneeling behind you. an unfamiliar shape appeared at your entrance, already coated in his spit and some lube. you turned your head back, “is that a—“
“turn around. tch, you’re so disobedient today. it’s like you want me to punish you harder.” xavier pushed the dildo straight up into your pussy, giving you only a minute or two to adjust to the size. it wasn’t as big as he was and the material was different from any other toy you had, “xavi—sir, i don’t want this! i want you!”
a small laugh was heard from behind your body, xavier’s hand slowly moving the dildo up and down, “you want me? so why were you so quick to run to other men?”
with a whine, you tried to move up the bed and away from this dildo — as much as it felt amazing, it wasn’t xavier. the bedsheets rustled under your movement. his hand pulled you back by the ankles, pushing you back down on the toy.
“don’t move. since you love talking to other men, i’m showing you how they’d feel.” his hand moved the dildo in awkward ways, missing your g-spot on purpose, “is this what you want? a man who doesn’t even know how to please you? how to make you feel straight euphoria? a man who doesn’t even know where the best…spot…is?” he slowly moved the dildo deeper, nudging your g-spot nicely before removing the dildo completely.
“actually, you don’t deserve anything inside you at the moment. get down. on your knees.” you moved quickly, getting down on your knees, whining at the feeling of your pussy clenching around nothing. xavier sat in front of you, his pants already down just enough to free his dick—the exact thing you want.
your eyes sparkled at the sight of it, moving your face towards his crotch when his hand stuck your face. it wasn’t too hard but it was enough to set you straight. with a whimper, you placed your head on his thigh. his cerulean eyes gazed back down at you, “again, i didn’t tell you to do anything yet. that’s strike 2, one more and i’ll leaving you needy.”
you didn’t say anything, but xavier didn’t hold it against you. clearly, there was nothing in your mind other than dick.
“look at me,” his voice softened only slightly, your head moving upwards to stare at him. everything just felt intimate, you couldn’t help but rub your face against his thigh, staring at his sweatpants now. xavier pat your head, “i can’t help but pity you. go on, lose yourself on me.”
you looked back up to his face, wondering what he meant ; your hands were tied and the dildo wasn’t anywhere to be seen. his head nodded downwards, his eyes looking in a certain direction — his boot. instantly, your body moved to the side, resting your hips on his boot. your legs straddling the soft material as your eyes looked up at his face for permission. xavier smirked, resisting the urge to trade your further, “good girl. go on, rub yourself on me.”
you positioned your body properly, trying to roll your hips in a better way. at every roll, you felt humiliated but it felt so good. being good for him, it felt better than anything. his approval only made your wetter, your hips rolling harder onto his shoe. the only black colour was glistening in the light, your juices coating his shoe nicely, “hah—hmm…”
xavier watched as your head rested on the end of his thigh, your eyes closed with pleasure. even in moments where he wanted to discipline you, his heart couldn’t handle seeing you desperate. even when you are fully submissive to him, he can only feel obliged to treat you good.
his hand rubbed your head, “mhm, go on. find yourself here,” he whispered softly, feeling your body tremble already. the signs of your climax only grew with every word he said, “you just wanted me to treat you good hm…it’s been so long huh? you’re needy, and desperate for me. i see, don’t worry, i got you.”
you whimpered, th tension in your body growing fast. your stomach felt tight, as if it was holding onto an intense feeling — one that you know of really well. the sensation of his boot against your clit was so good, nothing could bring you back to being bad now.
a soft whine left your mouth, “…s-sir?”
“yes?” xavier’s hand gently stroked his cock, already twitching with sensitivity.
“can i cum now..? please,” xavier groaned at the sounds of your submissive voice, his hands fisting his dick harder and faster. trying to chase your orgasm to match with his. your hips continued to roll in circles, another whine leaving your mouth, “hah ahh!—i’m cumming! i can’t hold it sir—“
xavier moaned with you, his hips moving upwards, “it’s fine—ngh cum for me.”
with that command, you let yourself go, the tight knot in your stomach burst, and an overflow of feelings overcame your body. white liquid covered the base of xavier’s shoe as the material pressed against your clit, your body twitched heavily with every second going past. the pleasure was so intense your stomach began to slightly ache, the amount of cum leaving you was overwhelming.
“hah—i do it sir,” you rubbed your head on his thigh, “did i do good..?”
“mhm, so good for me.” xavier thrusted his dick faster in his hand, “fuck—come here. open your mouth.” you moved closer, opening your mouth just below his raging tip. it was only seconds before joe xavier came fast, shooting loads iintonyiur mouth as he came quickly. your mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, bobbing your head up and down to catch all the cum. xavier’s body jolted, feeling your mouth’s heat tease him further.
“shit—take it,” xavier held your head back, encouraging you to open your mouth to see the walls of your mouth white with his seed, “swallow.” he ordered.
you closed your mouth, swallowing deeply, the sweet tase of his cum moving down your throat, “mhm..”
his hands moved quickly, moving to your waist and lifting you up onto his lap. your wetness scattered along his shoe, the floor and his thigh now. xavier angled his dick into your pussy, sliding in perfectly, “hm…ngh—you’re so wet for me.”
“hah—xavier, mhm! thank you sir..!” your body rested fully on his cock, feeling your walls clench around him tightly. your head rested in th crook of his neck. his hand wrapped around your waist whilst the other was resting on the back of your head, “you did so good for me..my good girl. i don’t like punishing you but sometimes i have to.”
“hm,” you whimpered, “m’sorry.”
“i know you are.” xavier kissed your cheek, “just relax, you’re getting what you wanted no?”
as someone who grew up with a fear of getting in trouble, sylus is so comforting to me. he never assume your intentions. he wants to talk, he wants to ask you himself, and he wants to understand you clearly. sylus’s gentleness is like a warm touch that breaks me out of my anxiousness, and makes me realize that i am not that little girl who is in trouble anymore; i will never have to be afraid when i’m around him.
i’m so sorry for basically abandoning everyone since november. throughout these months, i have been doing a LOT of things: dealing with uni, relationships, stress, my own personal stuff. all these things have really just brought me into a deep stage of no motivation and a lack of energy however I have been powering through it with my therapist and i am way better now!
am i still writing? yes i have a lot of drafts building and i will try my best to fly through them!!
will i still be active on tumblr? yes i will, i come on here at least every day or every few days, and i am always looking at my notifications!
i will try and be more active because i miss tumblr 🥹🥹🥹
OlderBF!Toji who fucks his pretty brat!girlfriend, anytime, anyplace, even when she's busy doing chores.
w/c: 1.8k ✮⋆˙
𑣲Content Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) impact play/spanking, rough-ish sex, overstimulation, breeding, creampie, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head, he's a meanie :(
You’d think that with age, his libido would diminish.
Wrong.
Dead wrong.
Unlike his face—soft lines surrounded by the salt and pepper of his scruff—his sex drive never aged. Still so needy and hot—the drive of a younger, much hungrier man.
You'd never been with someone like him, his figure so filled out and dense, frame sporting a layer of plush, tender skin pulled taut over thick muscle. He was a beefy man, and he had the appetite for it.
It seeped into every moment, always a hand on your thigh, eyes on you. He'd tug at your belt loops, a hand in your back pocket—always touching and prodding and grabbing like you're his to keep.
He was relentless, always ready to go.
The moment he felt your peaceful frame awake beneath the sheets, he was already sneaking a large hand down your pyjama shorts and tugging at the waistband of your panties.
“Toji- c’mon, already?”
His hand retreated slowly, placidly rubbing circles into your lower back.
“Morning woods not gonna fix itself, doll.” He’d defend, shapes slowly lowering again as you let out an agreeing hum.
He’d take you slow and deep on mornings like this, soft promises spilling from his lips as he grinds into the plush of your ass, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“Look at you” The words fanning across your nape as he pressed soft kisses to the skin. "Actin' all bothered when you're cunt's already gushin' for me"
You whine lazily, tip nudging deeper and deeper into your heat—that delicious burn stretching your walls around his throbbing length.
He kisses your jaw, your neck—all the way down to your shoulder.
“M’gonna take you shoppin’ later… buy you somethin’ real nice…ngh-” you nodded softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Haah-we need more d-detergent…softener too,” you spoke—voice shaky and rasped.
He loved the domesticity, the convenience. The way his length pistoned in and out of your pussy and all you could talk about was the mundane nuances of everyday life—it was perfect.
The times it did get annoying were when you were trying to get something done.
Anything done.
It wasn’t late—early afternoon as you stood by the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around a pile of laundry you had carried from the machine. You steadied yourself, prepping a stance before launching onto the bed—warm and fuzzy laundry tickling your body as you shamelessly rolled around in it.
You hummed to yourself, flopping fully onto your stomach.
The day had already been filled with a trip into the city—grabbing coffee early in the morning before stopping at the mall, then the grocery store—back in time to get started on weekly chores. All that exhaustion expressed with a loud huff, melting into the toasty clean laundry.
Then you heard him.
The way he comes down the hall—large feet planting grounded steps into the hardwood, treading closer—you already know what he wants.
You rolled onto your back, body awkwardly laying across the lumpy mass of fresh linen, watching as he snakes around the corner, inching closer and closer.
“You look comfy,”
“I am,”
He stops in front of you, leaning down—hands grabbing your thighs and squishing them gently.
“Wanna play?” he asks, eyes wide—tongue lathering his bottom lip.
You rolled your eyes hard, causing him to scoff at your attitude.
“God, you're obsessed." you started. "No, not now. I have to fold the laundry and finish writing a paper for class—can't you just jerk off or something?”
His grip tightened, spreading your thighs slowly as he nestleled himself between them.
“Please baby?”
His thick bulge nudged against your crotch—immediately sending a warm pulse to your cunt.
Fuck.
Fuuuuuuuuucck-
"j-ji, cut it out" you shuddered—but your hips moved on their own, grinding into him as you shamelessly chased the friction.
A satisfied hum rang from his throat as he watched you buck against him. “Mmm, there she is-”
He lifted your legs, spreading wider before holding them to your chest—clothed cunt on display just for him.
His thumb found your slit, teasing strokes running up and down—dipping to apply pressure to your needy clit. Moisture seeped through the cloth, a wet patch already forming against the pad of his thumb. A throaty chuckle rumbled in his chest, eyes flickering between your face and his hand—strokes getting rougher by the second.
“So wet already. Don’t know why you play coy so much baby, I know you want my cock as much as I want your cunt, hm? Always tryna fight it.”
He clicked his tongue dismissively, as if he caught you being bad.
You bucked into him, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your pants.
“Ji-” eyes staring up at him, annoyed. “Just, hurry up okay?"
He exhaled through his nose, fingers shucking your pants off as he shook his head.
“Kid, you know me, right?” He pulled the cloth over your feet, dropping it on the floor beside him. “You know I like to savour this, savour you.”
You blinked at him, a flat expression adorning your features—Unimpressed, a little frustrated but very turned on. Your legs dangled pathetically in the air.
“So,” His thick palms wrapped around your ankles.
“Don’t fuckin’ rush me”
He yanked hard, your entire body jerking towards him with one brutish pull—ass smaking hard against his clothed pelvis. “Toji!” Your hands desperately grasped at the clothes beneath you to steady yourself.
He was always so gentle—worried that he’d underestimate himself and overwhelm you with his strength. But after a long day of being beside you—the way you’d smile at him sweetly before speaking some bratty remark, playfully bickering about eachother's habits, teasing— he couldn't get the thought of fucking you dumb out of his mind, finally shutting you up.
He tugged the waistband of his sweats down, length springing free. Flushed and aching, he pressed the head to your entrance, rubbing it languidly between your folds.
"Mmm-" dark eyes catching yours, you shuffled your hips up—pulling your knees to your chest in anticipation.
He was so mean, nudging the tip against your clit, tapping himself against you, dipping slightly at your hole—but never enough to let you feel the stretch.
"Ji, don't be mean. C'mon jus' do it," you whine.
You couldn't read him, expression cold and controlled. He lined himself up, cockhead steadily pressed against you as he snaked a hand around your throat—not hard, just holding. "Always complaining" he began sinking in, that slow toe-curling burn bubbling in your tummy.
"Always so fuckin' eager, hm? Never lettin' me take my time, enjoy my meal." He snapped his hips foreward, nearly knocking the wind out of you.
"t-that's-ngh cause you're always hungry-" You retort.
His hand squeezed around your throat, possessive and punishing. His rhythm picked up, the wet plap! plap! plap! of skin on skin filled the room. "At least i'm honest. All you do is complain and still get to have your greedy cunt filled whenever."
"You ungrateful,"
Smack!
"brat."
Smack!
Your hands found his forearm, squeezing hard and pulling him in recoil from the searing pain on your ass. His hand massaged over the sting, soothing the reddened skin as he felt the impossibly tight clench of your walls.
Whines and mewls fall from your lips, driving his thrusts deeper with every smack of his pelvis. Eyes bleary, tears begin to form on your lashes—running down his knuckles in dark little streaks. His hand loosened around your throat, sliding his thumb into your mouth and pressing as you began to suck.
The sight was beautiful.
Knees hiked up to your chest, his hand on your jaw as your pink lips puckered out between hollowed cheeks. Your cheeks were flushed—fingers digging into the arm that held you, desperately holding on in defense of his unrelenting thrusts as your frame jolted up against the bed.
"M-mgh, Toj- feels so good" You spoke, his thumb running a long stripe of your spit down your chin. Hips bucking down into him, you met his sloppy thrusts half-way, squelch! after squelch! foaming slick around his cock.
"My pretty girl." he purred.
His grip was softer, thumb caressing your cheek. His eyes—glued to yours, obsessed with the pathetic gaping of your mouth—silent, breathy moans rolling off your tongue. "Mm-gonna cum" You sob a broken, puny sound.
"are you now?"
Both of his large hands hook under your knees, using his obscene strength to pin your legs back into a deep mating press, his cock bruising your cervix when he bottomed out. You let out a broken wail—crying out with every brutal hilt, sucking air through your teeth.
"T-toj ahh, f-fuck..!"
"Cum on my cock, girlie. let me feel it." He towered over you, eyes piercing yours, drawing out each vulnerability. You nod absentmindedly, too wrapped up in pleasure to do otherwise.
Snap!
The tight coil in your tummy springs a loud orgasm through your body, cunt spasming around his cock. Pleasure shocked your core, leaving you a shaky sensitive mess under his continuous ramming. You gushed and gushed, slick dripping a creamy white ring around him, soaking into his pubic hair.
He came rushing after—thick white ropes bred your womb, gushing out from around his shaft. Your juices mixed together in an absurd, filthy concoction—a stretchy long dribble of slick connecting your heats as he pulled out.
Cum slid out from your slit, forcing him to stuff his thick digits into your leaky orifice. "hold it in baby, keep it warm."
His thumb found your clit, rubbing soft circles into it as your legs writhed beneath him, feet pressing against his abs to push him away.
"tsk- don't fight baby, just feel it." A tinge of disapproval coating his tongue. You whimper, spreading further as you watch him overstimulate your poor cunt, helpless under his watching gaze.
Your head span from sensitivity, another wave crashing down.
Your toes curled hard, vision blurring white as you bucked your hips into him—legs shaking pathetically with a cracked, shuddered whine.
His load came spilling out, leaking down your slit along with your second orgasm, soaking into the fabric below.
You caught your breath, his tall frame peering down at you, firm and domineering. "Mmm..." a proud little sound rumbled from him—hands running up and down the backs of your spread thighs—admiring your creamy cunt as a hazy expression stared back at him.
"Tojiii-" You paw at him, wanting the warm comfort of his arms around you.
He leaned down, hands finding your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest.
"Love gettin' your cunt stuffed, hm?" A deep, comforting kiss pressed to your lips. Reassurance, gratitude and praise all in one.
His hand traced your spine up and down in soothing lines, pulling back to press his forehead against yours. "You're welcome." You muster out brattily, never shying away from an opportunity to toy with him.
"you little shit," he chuckles low, landing a soft smack to your thigh.
He pulls back, planting his feet firmly to the ground, reaching behind you to grab a 'fresh' pair of fluffy shorts from the pile of clothes, shuffling them up your ankles—tugging them to your hips.
"So...want help with the laundry?"
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A/N: YEAAAHHHH WHERE MY PEOPLE AT, WHERE MY PEOPLE AT !! Hi gorgeous girlies, hope u enjoyed this hihihi. THANK YOU for all the amazing support on my last older!bf toji fic i was NOT expecting anyone to gaf but lmaoooo i guess yall do so thanks <333 Give ideas for more dilf toji stuff ok i know dada and i know u do 2 hihihi xx also if u saw grammar mistakes NO YOU DIDNNTTTTT
