Valko who loves how you smell! He robbed a tshirt of yours to use as a pillow cover, rotating it when necessary. Extra points if its from after an intense training or workout or just a warm day outside
Valko who does NOT fit in your clothes but desperately tries to, squishing his arms into one of your hoodies
Valko who, when the wolf instincts take over, has a pair of your panties stuffed into his nose, his hips rutting into the mattress, whining and moaning your name
Valko who appears .5 seconds after a shower, slotting his head into your freshly damp neck to leave a little bit of him there (and to enjoy your smell)
Valko who will never turn down an excuse to touch you, shoulders bumping into you as you both sit in the diner in the same booth, sitting too close on a couch that could fit at least 4 people
Valko who understands when you need space and will give you time, but nonchalantly scoots by your legs and sits in your general vicinity (he tests this a lot by kinda gauging your mood with how close he can get)
Valko who hates when you come home smelling like random, strange scents but swoons when you immediately undress and throw on one of his shirts to get comfy
Valko who asks for cuddles whenever hes stressed or pent up, your scent relaxes him. Whenever you're gone, he is RAIDING your drawers and hamper (which will neatly all be put back before your return)
Valko whose eyes roll back into his skull when you grind against his face where your scent is so strong, it'll literally make him cum untouched because how is he NOT supposed to love you marking him up like that???
even in the midnight shadows, sylus's deep red eyes can see right through you.
“you figured me out, huh?” you can’t hide the way your voice quivers. “just tired. i’ll be fine once i get some sleep.”
“you said the same thing two days ago. then two days before that, then three before that. you slept on all of those nights, if i recall correctly. yet here we are again.” he waves his hand, and a dark wisp floats over to turn on your bedside lamp. “what is it, sweetie? you can tell me.”
you can. you know you can. but should you?
the longer you don’t, the more he’ll worry.
“before i tell you…promise you won’t get mad?”
pulling you closer, he smooths your furrowed brow. “i don’t get mad at you. just…mildly exasperated. what’s troubling you, kitten? i want to know.”
“sometimes…” you wrap your hands around his wrist and squeeze. “i close my eyes at night, and the first thing i think is that you’re going to die one day. and it’s really, really, really scary.”
he stays silent, because of course he does. as the mortification grows, you attempt to backtrack. “i don’t think that way on purpose—it just…it happens, and i don’t know why, and i can’t stop it. i try to blink it away before bed every night, but you’re lying right here and i love you so much and i can hear your heartbeat—and i think and think about how i’d do anything to make sure it never stops.”
“sweetie…” propping himself up on your pillows, sylus gathers you in his arms. he seems not to notice the droplets slowly seeping into his robe. “i don’t need you to do anything. i just need you.”
“i hope—” you shake your head in frustration. it feels impossible to speak with the swelling in your throat. “i hope i die before you do,” you croak. “so i’ll never have to know what it’s like to lose you.”
like he always does when things threaten you, he rumbles lowly in discontent. yet as one hand clutches your waist and the other strokes up and down your trembling back, he tries to soften himself as much as possible.
“it’s like we’ve talked about before,” he begins once his instincts have settled down. “my line of work isn’t conventional. no matter what, i’ll do whatever i can to keep coming back to you. that being said…everything i have done—everything that i continue to do—is set up so that you can flourish in a world without me.”
it’s hard to carry on with your whimpers in his ears, but he does so in hopes it’ll soothe you.
“you’ll be looked after. you’ll be cared for. and you will want for nothing,” he says firmly. “i know how scary it is, sweetie. that’s why i try not to do myself the disservice of imagining my life without you. but the end of my world doesn’t mean the end of yours. tell me you know that.”
he wants to see the best in your silence—to hope that you’ve managed to fall asleep, despite it all. but after a few more empty beats, you grasp his velvet lapels and press your tear-stained cheek into his chest.
“you mean everything to me.”
he sighs at your soft voice, stroking your hair and holding you tight. “does it sound silly if i say you’re so much more than ‘everything’?”
it feels sick letting his pulse lull you to sleep—like you’re wasting a finite number of priceless heartbeats. so you fight off every impulse, like you wish you could fight your thoughts.
it’s only when the moon rises in the sky, and his own breaths begin to even out, that you let yourself fall into the embrace of night. drifting to a world where sylus’s heartbeat isn’t certain, but your love for him is.
holy shit bro imagine taking a nibble on those beefy arms while he's balls deep inside of you ohhhmy fuckinggodskdnkfkf
he has you on your back in an open missionary position just plap, plap, plapping. your chin is turned away and he's panting down your neck like an animal when you notice the thick bicep bulge, with green and blue veins popping out deliciously.
valko's too busy staring downward at his creamy cock going in and out contentiously to realize your eyes are mesmerized. he's absentmindedly babbling as if he's utterly pussy drunk, so closely. you can hear the vibrations of his voice on your slick skin, all praise and reverence for his divine woman (you.)
you must taste it. just one bite.
nom.
you receive his attention immediately, not totally catching him off guard but his right eyebrow raises quickly. then, a smirk appears on his lips. valko's amusement causes a temporary standstill for the deep, mind-numbing thrusts.
When you text Zayne in the middle of work, his mind wanders elsewhere.
─ .✦ established relationship, misunderstandings, suggestive ending
─ .✦ word count: 1.7k
a/n: started writing this some time in July when all of Europe went through their worst heatwave ever and it's literally happening again rn so I finally got myself to finish it :')
[06:22 PM] When are you coming back?
[06:27 PM] need you right now
[06:27 PM] like, real bad :(
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[06:48 PM] Zayneee
[06:48 PM] hurry back please
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[06:51 PM] i need you
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There is a hurry to his step as he closes the door to his office and strides down the long halls of the hospital, his phone still in hand.
While he's able to keep his cold composure on his face, Zayne can clearly feel the way his ears have started burning up, his heart beating faster with every second he continues walking while imagining what your current state must look like right now to be texting him like this, knowing he's just about to get off work and be back at your side in no time.
He had taken a quick glance at his calendar, noticing to no surprise whatsoever what time of the month this is for you, the questions that had been lingering on his mind finally resulting in some answers; and he finds himself smiling at the thought of you reaching for your phone when you couldn't take it anymore, hastily typing down your thoughts in hopes to reach him sooner.
And you definitely did.
His pace picks up, and Zayne gets to the elevator in no time. He takes a quick glance at his watch to check the time before stepping inside with little patience left, his eyes glued to the little screen indicating how long it's going to take to reach the ground floor.
"..Busy night?"
Zayne thinks of himself as a pretty perceptive and cautious person; it's something he has always been praised for growing up, and over time, has proven to be quite useful in his line of work. Yet for some reason (well, technically he knows exactly why), he hasn't noticed Greyson standing in the elevator behind him until the latter had spoken up, making him flinch and whip his head around in surprise.
"P-pardon?"
"Are you in a rush to get somewhere?" Greyson asks, chuckling, "You have been tapping your foot the whole time since you've stepped inside"
Zayne freezes, taken aback by the sudden observation about him, and when he realizes what has been on his mind the whole time, he can only let out a nervous chuckle and shake his head, "I just want to get home in time" he mumbles, a tad embarrassed.
"Got someone waiting, hm?" Greyson asks, nudging his shoulder with a wide grin on his face, "give them my greetings later"
The blush on his face deepens, and any attempt to hide it only makes him look even more obvious, so Zayne can only nod quietly, "..Sure, I will"
He gets another playful comment from Yvonne when passing by her counter, his quick stride something even she points out since this is all but Akso's infamous doctor they are talking about; the one, who always says 'I forgot about the time so I'm just now heading out' with a blank expression on his face and then follows up with 'what, it's 11 pm already?' without actually looking surprised nor upset about it.
It has only been recently that Yvonne catches him getting out at more reasonable times, carrying a smile on his face even after a long day of operations and meetings; something, she assumes a certain hunter lounging around the waiting room cheerfully chatting up staff and having conversations with patients passing by would certainly be a reason for.
And what started as the number one topic of gossip among Akso's staff soon turned into giddy exclaims as everyone realized and saw the change in their always so reserved and cold-seeming doctor; your name making its rounds before they got to realize you are just as lovely in person as in all the stories told.
Zayne gets to his car in no time, taking a quick glance at his phone where he sees a couple of missed calls from you along with messages asking how much longer it would take for him to be back. He feels a shiver of warmth run down his back, his stomach flipping upside down as he imagines the look on your face the moment he would make it back home and find himself in your arms for the rest of the night; and the smile doesn't leave his lips until he finally stands in front of your shared apartment with his keys in hand.
Usually when he gets back home, you would be already waiting at the door for him, sneaky hands trying to get a touch of him while he's still putting away keys and bags while you banter back and forth and you tell him how your day went. But today, he gets back to silence and a dimly lit corridor, yet his feet are already taking him where he knows you will be at: your bedroom.
"Sorry it took me so long, traffic was quite busy tonight and-"
You are lying on your back on top of the covers, dressed in shorts and a loose shirt (that he is sure is actually his) and when he just barely manages to take a couple of steps closer, you reach your hands out and call for him; the way his name sounds on your tongue his favourite sound to come back home to.
"Come over here"
He chuckles, slowly reaching for his tie to loosen it. Zayne then walks closer until he's right next to you, gently leaning down as his arms cage your upper body and he closes the distance between you to go in for a kiss. His face feels warm and his heart is pounding, but just before he gets to have a taste, you reach for his hand and press it against your forehead, taking him by surprise that he almost slips and falls on top of you had he not been able to support himself just in time.
"Wha-"
"I need your evol, Zayne. This heat is killing me"
It takes him a couple of dumbfounded blinks to realize what you have just told him and what all the messages and calls of trying to get him home sooner actually meant. Zayne hasn't realized it as much — considering how cold he runs in comparison to other people— but he vaguely remembers the weather report warning about an upcoming heatwave when he was on his way to work this morning.
And now that he thinks about it, he's pretty sure he has been hearing a bunch of "it's pretty hot today, huh?" all throughout the day, staff looking at him with raised eyebrows every time he passed by which, in hindsight, he now realizes was because he is the only one still in his long sleeves and coat when others opted for more comfortable wear.
…How embarrassing.
Zayne lets out a flustered chuckle as he buries his face into the warm covers and tries to get his heart to stop beating so fast. He hears you let out a tiny distraught noise as you feel the weight of his body press down onto you, your hands trying to push him away when you feel yourself sweating more and more with the warmth of your bodies colliding.
"It's too hot..!" you yelp, trying to wriggle free, but as the revelation of his embarrassment washes over him, Zayne can't get himself to move away immediately, his face hot in shame as he had expected this night to be even warmer than whatever the reports have claimed for today.
"Give me a moment" he murmurs quietly, "..I'm so embarrassed right now"
"Huh?" The way you make that sound and seem so confused, makes him realize just how pure your intentions have been throughout all of tonight, and that, in return, makes him feel even worse, "What do you mean?"
"…Nothing" he tries, realizing how bad he is at lying and that you can clearly see through his attempt to change topics, "One second, I'll calm down and then I can get you started on-"
You squint your eyes for a second, slowly processing everything that has happened tonight and has brought this sudden embarrassment out of him, and then, even after he quietly tells you 'don't think about it too hard', your shaking shoulders and little giggle is everything his ears need to pick up to realize that you have clearly understood everything by now.
"You know..-"
"No, I'll focus on cooling you down now." his words come out with haste, his ears on fire as he averts his eyes from you and finally manages to sit up beside you, "..I, uh, just misunderstood, d-don't worry about it."
Your hands are warm, gently cupping his face as you pull him towards you and finally get him to look at you, "Were you looking forward to something?"
Zayne has always run pretty cold, but underneath your curious stare and his imagination running wild, you can't help but notice how he starts feeling warmer than you do as the blush on his face spreads — which is pretty rare.
"…I guess I was." he confesses, recalling everything: from how Greyson had called him out for impatiently tapping his foot in the elevator, how Yvonne had noticed his faster-than-usual stride, and how the whole ride back home, you were all his mind could think of, his heart wishing to be home even a second earlier if possible.
"You are adorable," you giggle, leaning in for a quick kiss, which he returns with no hesitation, "and that's the hottest thing you could've told me. Knowing that I have been on your mind the whole time and that you did your hardest to rush back home for me makes me so happy-"
Zayne leans back in for another kiss, —this time, deeper and more needy— one of his hands behind your head so he can make sure you are not going to keep it at just a short peck; and when he finally pulls back, eyes half-lidded, slightly breathless, he mumbles: "Then don't keep me waiting anymore"
This time, it's your turn to become all flustered; your face starts feeling incredibly warm and that's definitely not because of the heat anymore.
"Make sure to keep me cool, so I'm not a sweaty mess by the end" you chuckle and Zayne reaches for your arm, bringing it up to his lips as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your skin, "I'm not sure if I can keep that promise" he mutters, "but we can take a quick trip to the bathroom for a shower later, if you want"
I cannot be faulted for what you're about to read. Blame @zaynezone for encouraging me.
(I hope its okay that I tagged you? I read your blog rules and it didn't say anything about tagging so fingers crossed I'm not overstepping)
You're finally recovered after giving birth to yours and Zaynes first daughter, but a new body comes with new challenges. Challenges that Zayne is more than happy to go through with you.
(aka the one where you're fucking and he laps your breastmilk off of your body.)
I'm POSITIVE this has been done before. so credit to the first. <3
CW: postpartum discussions, swearing, breastmilk drinking, protected piv sex, car sex, fingering... that's all I can think of.
if you see any typos no you didn't, if this is ooc, no it isn't. <3
It had only been 8 weeks since yours and Zayne's baby girl, Aurelia, was born.
She had come out two weeks early, but a whopping 11 pounds. And naturally, you had needed three stitches. But after 8 LONG weeks of healing and taking care of your baby girl, Zayne had surprised you with a new dress and told you to be ready by 6.
Yvonne would be a good babysitter, and you knew this. But it still didn't quite settle your nerves about leaving your daughter for the first time. But Zayne promised it would be okay. And he was right; you two had needed time alone. Time that wasn't taken up by the baby. Time to be husband and wife again.
By 8 o'clock, you were in the backseat of his car, half undressed.
In retrospect, this was his fault. He should not have said, "Your stitches are fully healed now. You're okay to have penetrative sex again," on the way to the restaurant and not expected it to faze you. He said it like a fact. Like he knew personally that your body was fully healed enough for him to fuck you again.
"Is that right?" you had responded, not quite knowing what to say to that.
"Mh" was the only answer you got in return before he was pulling into the restaurant valet.
Your hands caress his face in between kisses. "Thank- mh- thank you for dinner. I missed that. I missed you."
You're mumbling against his lips. But he really doesn't care as he turns on the car overhead and grabs his phone.
"What're you doing?" The door creaks when he guides you to sit up against it. His hands caressing your thighs as he pulls your dress the rest of the way off of your legs.
"I'm checking that your stitches are fully healed. You're freshly postpartum. I'm not going to tear you further or cause you unnecessary pain." he's turning on his phone flashlight, and there's not a single part of your body that isn't touched by the blush that you're forced into.
This man watched you give birth; he's been inside of you countless times. Hiding your face in your hands was the only reasonable thing to do here!
"I don't know why you're embarrassed. I was there when we had her, you know? I put her there." he spreads your folds with two of his fingers, checking your perineum. "Relax. You're clenching too tightly for me to see inside of you."
The smirk on his face needed to be wiped off, you decide. And before you can really think about what you're saying, "Yeah, I almost forgot about the whole thirty seconds that you contributed to the creation of our daughter, my bad," falls out of your mouth.
The look he gives you is immediate and warning. "Want to repeat that?" You're shaking your head immediately.
Seemingly satisfied with his findings, he tosses his phone into the front seat. The soft thud of the metal on the leather seems to vibrate through the car's interior as he moves forward, hiking your legs over his hips as he leans in and kisses you. The gentility suddenly gone from him as his hands roam your naked body in the backseat of his car.
He pulls away when he feels you wince, his hands immediately leaving your breasts.
"No, nothing, keep going," you say, as if your husband can't see through your pain.
"Sore?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "We don't have to do this if you're not-"
"no! no... Zayne. I want you. I'm ready. I just... Aurelia left earlier, and without her crying, I didn't really think to pump. I'm just... full, is all. Just a little sore. I'll be fine. Just please," you reach forward, grabbing his wrist and leading it to your pulsing heat, " I want you".
He presses one finger into you, and you both let out breathy sighs. Even just his finger is enough to have you gasping after nearly 8 weeks of no sex at all.
He watches your face for a sign of any ambivalence, and he softly hooks his finger upwards.
You close your eyes, the feeling of the cool air mixed with the warmth inside of you pushing you too close too fast, and you know he's not going to let you orgasm more than once tonight.
His mouth descends on your collarbone while his finger slowly rocks within you. It's nice; this is nice. This feels like you're just husband and wife again. No worries at home.
"I really wish you would have let me get you home for this," he says into the hollow of your throat. "I never want to make you feel like urgency is more important than your comfort."
"Zayne?"
"Mhm?"
"I know. And you're very considerate. But it has been two months, and I'm aching for you. Can you please just hurry this along so that I can cum around your cock? Please?" You're threading your hands through his hair, and he leans into your palms softly.
"You know we can't rush foreplay, my love. It's important that you're properly prepared. I won't risk hurting you." God, this man was too sweet.
"Yeah... okay." You settle on, leaning further against the interior car door.
He smiles, and a warmth envelops you as he slowly adds a second finger. Fuck maybe he was right; two fingers were a lot. The pain/pleasure sensation prickles at the base of your spine. Zayne's mouth descends on your chest once more, first your collarbone, then your sternum, and eventually your nipples.
You feel your let down reflex engage, and you try to pull him off by the hair, but it's too late. "Zayne. Zayne, wait, you can't- my boobs, they're not- oh-h my god." You're pushing him further into your chest when his fingers crook and find your gspot like it's a magnet. Pressing hard and massaging expertly.
He sucks, and your world spins. The heaviness and ache drain away as the sweet liquid slides down his throat.
He detaches, taking a moment to breathe before softly massaging your breast. he marvels at the sight of your breastmilk sliding down your body.
"Fucking sinful," he says before he's lapping it off of your navel and trailing his tongue along the path that it took down your body.
He kisses your sternum softly before asking, "Are you feeling less full now?" as you're rocking your hips against his palm. You hear more than feel, his one hand unbuttoning his pants and attempting to free his cock.
He swears at the difficulty of doing this one handed and the sounds bubble a giggle from your throat. The giggle is very abruptly gone as he pulls his fingers from you.
Before you can catch your breath, you hear him tear a condom wrapper open, followed by the slick sound of him sliding it on.
He lines up, asking if you're ready before he's sheathing himself fully with one push.
The stretch is wholly divine. But what's nearly better is the way his mouth descends on your other nipple while he waits for you to adjust.
The milk coats his tongue, latch just deep enough to not hurt. Like he knows what he's doing. Of course he does. He's watched your daughter do it countless times. He was there when the lactation consultant taught you how to deepen the latch. Of course he knows.
Your train of thought is bombed by a missile when he begins to move inside of you while continuing to suck on your nipple. The feeling has your head being thrown back against the window, your hands scrambling for purchase anywhere they can. One finds the window behind you, already fogged up from the heat inside the car. The other finds his shoulder, digging crescents into the skin.
His lips suck and suck until you're whimpering, and when he's done, and his lips detach from your nipple, he looks nearly fucked out just from the taste alone.
His hips stutter in their rhythm, and he leans forward to kiss you. Your legs rest high on his hips, the feeling of him so deep it's making your head swim.
What you would do without this man you didn't know. His tip massages your g-spot in ways that should be illegal.
Putting the fact that he's a caring, competent, lovely husband, and a divine father, aside..., fuck was he good at what he does here.
His cock pulses within your walls, and the slow rhythm he's been taking this entire time is starting to turn in your favor as he loses his shit within you. With two more thrusts pushed directly into your g-spot, you're cumming around him, and he's following immediately.
The feeling of the condom filling up has you wishing he was emptying himself inside of you with no barriers; the one thing you did not miss about pre-conception sex was the condoms.
"Is it ethical to get addicted to creampies?" you ask him when he collapses against your chest.
"I- huh?" God, he was so cute when he was fucked stupid.
"Is it ethical to get addicted to creampies?" You repeat, stroking his hair softly. "I just mean... I don't know, I like the feeling of you finishing inside of me. ...is that gross?"
He laughs against your sternum softly, "No, darling. That's not gross. You're human. But safe sex is important, and I hate that you're making me give this lecture five seconds post orgasm"
“I love you,” you whisper against his hair, still slightly breathless, still slightly giggling. "Thank you for this night."
He responds with a kiss. In an hour, you'll have to return to your parental duties. But right now? Right now it was just the two of you. And, really, what more could you ask for?
and my tags list consists of @calebsfavoriteusedthong and @honeybee-berks. tba?
content㆐you x senior campus hottie sylus, sylus is popular and you like him
tags㆐headcanons, rambling, imagines, fluff, romance, sylus x gn!reader
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campus senior! sylus, who is BOTH textbook smart and street smart.
campus senior! sylus, who perfects most if not all his performance-based school works. he is famous among teachers for having such diverse set of skills—from art to sports.
campus senior! sylus, who purposely avoids any campus project that involves him singing. no one ever heard him sing except you who dragged him to a karaoke bar after school.
campus senior!sylus, who is never once ordered by a teacher. they'll just choose his classmates except him. on cases where they need his help the most, he is proven to be reliable.
campus senior!sylus, who tutors you. he'd gently tap your forehead. "trying hard to stay awake,hm?"
campus senior!sylus, who saves the day having any school material you need. you can't count how many times you'd borrowed a pen from him.
campus senior!sylus, who acts like he never studies. it's in his choice whether to fail an exam or not, and if he wanted to he would in a heartbeat.
campus senior!sylus, who is never really seen hanging out with anyone except you. "there are lots of acquaintances," he says, ever the popular but distant man. "but have you seen me eating or walking with anyone for more than three minutes?"
campus senior!sylus, who pays extra attention whenever it's your exam season. he'd remind you to rest well, study with him whenever you want to, leave encouraging notes and drinks, and congratulate you after.
campus senior!sylus, your study buddy. "use me. i'll ask you questions and see if you can answer me.
campus senior!sylus, who firmly rejects anyone that confesses their feelings for him. everyone knows you two are dating. how could they not? your desk is full of whatnots that basically scream: he loves you.
campus senior!sylus, who gets along with your friends. yes, you can invite them with him. sylus doesn't mind, as long as that smile on your face lasts.
campus senior!sylus, who smiles whenever he sees you waiting for him outside his classroom. "have you been waiting long? you're still full of energy."
Instead of sex pollen, what if a Wanderer sprayed you with pervert slime, and its side effects are being able to see people’s dirty thoughts about you?
Like yeah ok sure you’d get the occasional gross deviant, but isn’t it a surprise to see what the LIs imagine… who you are NOT currently romantically involved with? 🤷🏼♀️👀
EDIT: WORKING ON A PART 2 SINCE THIS BLEW UP UM WHAT??? THANK YOU?? 😭🤭😏
CW: Straddling ♡ Riding ♡ Oral (giving & receiving) ♡ Groping ♡ Neck Kissing ♡ Making Out ♡
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Valko
You haven’t officially met, but he knows who you are. Well, his nose does. You’re sitting next to each other during a conference on protocores. You have a perfume on that mingles with your natural scent juuuuust right.
Well, perhaps it’s wrong. Because it is giving Valko the world’s worst best erection. He has to shift in his chair to hide it from you.
You’ve been side-eyeing him the entire two hours, wondering who the fuck this handsome man is, and why he is leaning so far away from you. Do you stink? You definitely put deodorant on this morning, brushed your teeth, and put perfume on! Surely not. Daring another quick peep, he was doing it AGAIN! He’s almost fully rotated on the chair, fingers perched up to his chin like he’s having some deep, introspective thought about this below-average lecture. Why is it giving that one scene in Twilight? Rude as fuck, actually.
And then it happens: that stupid side-effect from that Wanderer.
Everyone in the conference room is gone. You are straddled on Valko’s lap, blouse ripped wide open, skirt sitting up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, riding the absolute shit out of him. Your hands are braced on his shoulders for support, his mouth permanently attached to your pulsepoint, inhaling your smell as he fucks up into you, needing to be closer, needing to hear you scream—
Oh my god.
You immediately go red, and like a mirror, shift in your seat so he can’t see your sudden flustering. You knew once the conference was over, there was going to be a damp patch left on your chair.
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Sylus
You’re undercover at an auction, and wouldn’t you know it, guess who else is here? To his surprise, you’re in a suit, sharp yet flattering. The next item to be called is an old desk, beautifully crafted from some kind of sturdy hardwood, but what kind you have no idea.
Well, Sylus does. It’s walnut, and it is quality.
You’re seated on the edge of it. Pants gone, tits out, blazer ON, Sylus kneeling in between. His mouth is on your aching cunt, drowning in you, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open. Because you’re quivering, pathetically trying to clamp your legs shut, the overstimulation too much. Too bad. He wants to see how long you can take him, how far you’re willing to go… his ego needs to know how many times he can make you cum with just his tongue. If you give him one more, he’ll give you his fingers next—
“Fifty thousand,” his rich voice calls out.
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Xavier
He checks in on you the SECOND he hears what happened. He manages to catch you as you leave the med-ward, confirming that the strange Wanderer slime isn’t toxic. With the all-clear, you mention that all you want right now is a nice, steamy shower. You roll your head back with a dreamy sigh, exposing the column of your throat, your body shifting in a way that really emphasises your figure…
(Look, the man just can’t help it, ok? His attraction for you is off the CHARTS, and he is YEARNING for a chance to ask you out… but, bless his soul, he’s also incredibly horny.)
You’re in the shower together, tendrils of steam coiling about you both. Xavier is behind, that thick cock of his pressing against the plush of your ass while he massages your shoulders with soap… His fingers sculpt your muscles, slowly gliding down so he can grope your boobs next. He presses his lips against your nape, tongue running up to catch the trickles of leftover sweat… Teeth tug your earlobe, giving you full body shivers, and you end up grinding back on him, needing him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck the absolute life out of you—
Your clothes are too tight, cheeks definitely red, and you are unable to meet that pretty blue stare of his.
If that was what he thought about literally standing next to you completely unfazed, all smiley and boyish, what the FUCK did he imagine when he was alone in bed?
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Rafayel
All you want is to go to bed, but Rafayel has a showcase tonight, and you have to be there. “No exceptions.” He’d said, arms folded and pouty.
So, you manage to slip into some pretty thing that is still functional for security, and you make your way over to the gallery. Rafayel is out the front waiting, shooing everyone else who isn't you. The second his eyes meet yours, they flicker down, admiring your outfit… but when his gaze returns to yours again, something happens.
(What happens is that he is an artist, and he just got hit with some wonderful inspiration.)
You’re a whimpering, panting mess inside the gallery storage room. He’s got you pinned right against the door, tongue tracing your collarbone as his hands tug the straps of your dress down… he wants to worship you, wants to kiss and lick every inch of your body. For tonight, he’ll settle on your breasts. With the front of you bared for him, he sucks on one nipple, squeezing and kneading the other, all while your fingers are threaded through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, clinging to him, urging him to do more—
You falter mid-step, almost falling face-first into the footpath. Your throat is dry, heart thumping wild inside your head. Approaching Rafayel, you smile, oddly emboldened now that you know what he wants to do to you.
“You look nice,” he compliments—safe, casual.
“Nice? Is that all I get?” You give him an offended pout. “Not beautiful? Inspirational? Ravishing?”
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Zayne
You’re late. You practically skip through the hospital halls, rushing but not running, because that’s just not appropriate. Finally, you reach Zayne’s office doors, and without thinking, because you’re frazzled from being late, you barge in.
Doctor Zayne is seated at his desk, halfway through a chocolate cupcake, some of the icing and crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth. You make eye contact.
“Busted, Doc,” you tease, your previous anxiety gone.
He sighs, hiding the dessert back into the top drawer. “I’ve been stressed.”
“There are worse things I could have walked in on, I guess,” you laugh, coming to take a seat.
Yes, indeed.
You’re hiding under his desk, that delicious mouth of yours wrapped around his cock, hand gripping what you can’t take. Can't have you gagging on it when someone could walk in, right? You pump at his base, licking and sucking, taking him at a steady pace, drawing out his pleasure as well as alleviating his tension. Because he simply can’t resist, he stops writing his report to caress your cheek, hissing low under his breath as you take him just that little bit deeper down your throat, your quiet moan vibrating through him—
Holy shit.
You immediately sit up straight, clearing your throat to mask your surprised gasp. Clenching your knees together, you manage a tight smile.
“Is that why you’re here? You have a cough?” Zayne asks softly, kind. Your friend.
“Uh, yeah,” you lie, faking another one. “It sucks.”
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Caleb
You’re at a house party, and you thought it would be nice to invite Caleb, since he rarely gets to get out and about in Skyhaven.
“Pips, where’re you takin’ me?” Caleb slurs, a little tipsy.
You drag him along, until you both plop down with the group, all neatly sitting in a circle.
“Truth or dare?” Tara begins, turning to the person next to her.
And so forth, and so forth. The game continues, people daring and revealing embarrassing stories. The more people drink, the more juvenile it becomes, until it feels like you’re all in college again. Honestly, it’s kind of freeing, and you’re happy to roll with it.
Eventually, it’s Caleb’s turn, and he turns to look at you.
You choose dare, and so he dares you to spend seven minutes in heaven with him. You giggle, but you interlace your fingers with him, and before you both know it, you’re pressed up against each other in a small dark wardrobe. Caleb grasps your waist, tugs you even closer as your mouths swallow each other, tongues dancing, drunk on each other’s taste. He could die here. Especially when your hand sneaks down, cupping his bulge, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. His hands cup your boobs, squeezing gently to start, but as you both get sloppier and twitchy, he grows bolder, kneading you through your thin bra, hips bucking into your touch—
“Truth or dare?” Caleb smirks, taking another sip of his drink.
"It's okay," he slurs over and over as you roll against him. "S'okay. Gege's got you."
You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.
That doesn't stop him trying.
The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.
His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.
He'd never been inside.
So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.
The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.
"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."
Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.
You freeze.
"Just there," he breathes.
Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.
He's the first to break it.
His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.
But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.
It's different after that.
He wraps his arms tight around you, buries his face in your shoulder, and begins surging up into you—rasping breaths tickling your skin as he gives himself over to long-repressed hunger.
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wiping my seat for later
thank you for your kind comment :D here's another one i've been saving in my drafts for some reason lol it's based on a tiktok trend where the girlfriend wipes their partner's mouth, then explains it's to keep her seat clean for later
tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate), not HC, hints of mature content so MDNI / NSFW , established relationship , they are all down bad and eaters, not proof read
zayne
i think at the moment, he won't react or do anything. he'll most probably just loosen his tie / collar while blinking rapidly. also actively avoids your stare because he knows his ears turned red and he's blushing lol
he'll quickly regain back his composure and whisper to you to behave
but don't be fooled by this nonchalance and calm composure, he's just waiting for a chance to catch you off guard, then he'll turn into the freakiest muncher known to mankind
he will most definitely whisper with a raspy voice about that naughty thing you've said before, rile you up by taunting you to actually sit on his face and carry your words into actions
will also not let you sit on his face, because zayne will be the one to eat you out and only stop until you're a begging / crying mess and apologizing for riling him up earlier
caleb
literally laughs at how bold you are and immediately dares you to pull your pants down
will not let you leave and will constantly be grabbing you, forcing you to sit on his lap, becomes very touchy. you can practically feel caleb begging for you to actually do it
asks you where you learned that trend, what you actually mean by it ; are you horny ? do you need him ? please say that you need him, he's going to lose control right away
caleb is a heavy yapper, absolutely loves to talk dirty as foreplay to tease you until you reach your limits and demand him to eat you out
sylus
very similar to caleb, except that he's not pulling you down on his lap. instead, he'll lay down with a smug grin, pretending to be all chill and flirty while posing while laying down (you already know he's flexing those guns lol)
with his deep voice, he's telling to do it : go on, kitten. use me. come sit on my face
if you do it, then it's a win
if you get back on your words and say it was only a prank, he'll taunt you with his words : afraid, kitten ? don't worry, i'll gladly die while eating you out, or all empty promises now, kitten ? didn't know you were a liar
very much likely to continue flexing and flirting with his words and ruby eyes (and muscles) until he gets what he wants without explicitly begging for it (like caleb)
xavier
y'all, the moment you complete that sentence, he's pulling you down right away. he's not even listening to you rambling about how it was a prank, that you saw couples do it on tiktok and wanted to see his reactions, or whatever
he heard a green light, and he's acting on it. so stop wasting his time and help xavier by pulling your pants down
rafayel
very similar to xavier and sylus : will absolutely pull you close to him right away while flirting with you, challenging you to actually suffocate him
suddenly, the rafayel that is all bubbly, chatty, chaotic, romantic switched to a mean and dominant rafayel
while sylus might actually keep his self-restraint a bit longer (sylus takes it as foreplay), rafayel might actually rile you up quite fast because he wants to flip you on your back and eat you out until you beg for mercy
play carefully with your words with rafayel : depending on what you say, you'll either get the gentle dom or the mean dom. either way, he's getting what he wants
lads men when you fart in front of them for the first time
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xavier
he immediately goes on his phone.
xavier, ew sorry, that was so gross–uh, what are you doing?
“i’m marking this day on my calendar. it’s going to be one of our anniversaries.”
??? oh my god, what??? i’m so embarrassed–wait, are you ordering a cake???
“we need to celebrate this joyous occasion properly. what flavor do you want?”
zayne
oh my god zayne i’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing…
he just stares at you, then replies completely deadpan,
“i was wondering if your bowel movements were healthy. this is a good sign.”
of course they’re healthy, i just didn’t mean to… you know… in front of you…
he then starts showing you good food to eat to promote better farting while you continue to die of embarrassment.
rafayel
“that was such a cute little toot.”
rafayel, please–
“a tootie from my cutie patootie.”
are you seri–
“hang on, i’m thinking of a painting to commemorate this. ah yes. i’ll call it ’the passing wind’.”
sylus
you accidentally let one slip while he’s on the couch reading a newspaper. he lifts one buttcheek up, lets out a longer, louder fart while maintaining eye contact with you to assert dominance.
caleb
caleb, ignore that, pretend that didn’t happen–
he comes closer to you, bending down so he’s at waist level with you.
“do it again.”
what–
“you heard me, i said do it again. i didn’t get to smell it the first time.”
valko
you make eye contact with him and are about to apologize when he sniffs the air.
"beef... and onion."
huh?
"you had dumplings for lunch. beef and onion." he sniffs again. "doesn't smell familiar though."
i don't–
he shakes his head and frowns at you, disappointed. "did you seriously try that new place without me? you said we'd go there this weekend."
۶ৎ valko just adores the arousing gasp you let out when he releases his thick load inside of your creamy cunt. he cums more than any boyfriend you've ever had, (and you might have even told him that fact whilst drunk out of your mind one late night) so he does it continuously. every single time.
۶ৎ he makes up for it by licking you clean, despite the hint of his own taste on his wet tongue. valko's brows will furrow once he takes his very first kitten lick, but he's relentless anyways. he solely desires to lap up the mess he made.
۶ৎ he'll then come up to your sensitive ears and whisper the sweetest nothings to you in no louder than a soft grumble. he can't resist exploring your curves endlessly with his calloused hands as he does so.
۶ৎ you'll take turns giving each other hypnotic, relieving massages. valko will moan loudly when you reach a knotted spot, his defined muscles flexing and his veins showing themselves off.
۶ৎ he refuses to drift off to sleep without you, unless you're content and comfortable. unless you have anything and everything you could possibly want from him.
۶ৎ once you're finally tucked in and ready to rest, he'll ask you for feedback on his lovemaking as he wishes to improve and impress you next time.
۶ৎ it doesn't matter if you're praising his effort or requesting something different, he'll watch you talk with wholesome puppy eyes. though, he's mostly listening to your sexy voice passively as his thoughts have been wandering. he can't stop wondering how you're even real.
۶ৎ valko always makes sure you fall asleep before him. he'll then get very close and bury the point of his nose into the side of your neck. a deep growl will escape him every time he shifts a little throughout the morning, the vibrations against you soothing and pleasant.
featuring⎯ xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x gn!reader (separate)
note: might have some typos!
xavier
you had been dying to try out the new bakery nearby, and when they announced an opening discount campaign you had dragged xavier along on your day off.
after you had picked your favorites from the endless rows of mouthwatering pastries, you joined xavier to pick up some bread that you would eat with dinner later before walking together to the register.
as the cashier was ringing in your items they beamed at your various different pastries you had picked from their campaign.
“aw, thank you! these are actually my husband's favorites, isn't that right?”
that's when xavier froze behind you. like in a 'xavier.exe has stopped responding' type of way. for a moment, he completely forgot about the bread in his hands. you had turned just in time to see him in this rare form, his face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears as his eyes darted every which way.
"h-huh? yeah..." he muttered before clearing his throat. his hand wavered, nearly dropping the bread he was about to place on the counter.
"lucky guy, you've got great taste. i hope our pastries will exceed your expectations," the baker clearly oblivious to all of this, simply smiled at you again before handing out the receipt.
as soon as you walked out you could feel xavier almost hovering over you.
"husband... " he repeated, his ears still pink. "you really like catching me off guard, don't you?" you expected him to tease you, but instead his thumb brushed over your hand absentmindedly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
it was strange how easily the word had settled between you. too easily. and judging by the way he kept glancing at you, you had a feeling xavier didn't dislike the idea.
zayne
you and zayne were at his university class reunion, surrounded by faces from his past. and since zayne had been young when he had entered the program he still felt a little out of his element when he was around his much older classmates, so he mostly stayed by your side throughout the evening.
as you were sitting at the bar quietly talking while soft jazz music played in the background, one of his classmates, slightly tipsy sidled up next to you both.
"if it isn't our youngest brilliant cardiac surgeon" they exclaimed rather loudly as they slapped zayne's back. zayne gave them a tight smile as the classmate wasted no time asking about his personal life.
"so, tell me zayne, who is this mystery person you have been glued to for the entire evening?" the classmate finally asked as they were eyeing you up. zayne gazed at you slightly annoyed by the classmate's tone, since it was obvious that you both were an item.
"he is my husband" you blurted out before zayne could even open his mouth. stunned, he just stared you.
"husband? really, zayne?" the classmate gasped in shock, not noticing your jist.
"you could say that."
later, as you were walking hand in hand back to his car, you could feel his eyes on you. "your husband..." he said quietly, almost to himself. as you looked back at him you could almost see a faint blush spread on his cheeks.
"about that... i didn't mean to make it weird, i just... i don't know why i even said that" you gave him a sheepish smile, feeling the embarrassment settle in for the way you had acted earlier.
"no need to apologise..." he murmured "... i liked hearing you say it."
rafayel
thomas had called you in state of panic after rafayel had started ignoring his calls about hosting intimate group of his admirers and journalists for his latest exhibition. so you had decided to save thomas a headache by agreeing to act as rafayel's bodyguard for the day so he would agree to show up.
as you stood on the sidelines you could hear quiet conversations echoing through gallery, the occasional camera shutters clicking as people whispered theories about the paintings.
you stretched, growing more bored by the minute and decided to leave your post to stroll around the exhibition. though rafayel had let you stay in his studio while he was still sketching out ideas for his latest painting, the moment he actually started painting he refused to let you anywhere near mo art studio until he was done.
so when you finally reached the end of the exhibition, a unique turquoise hue caught your eye instantly. your feet carried you toward it before you even realised what you were doing, as though the painting itself was calling to you. but before you could properly inspect it, someone called out to you. when you turned you found it to be one of rafayel's admirers.
"excuse me," they interrupted, eyeing you with a frown. "visitors aren't allowed this close."
you glanced down at the staff pass hanging neatly from your neck before looking back at them.
"oh, i'm here to see my husband's exhibition"
you hadn't realised that rafayel had managed to slip away from the crowd. by the time you noticed him, he was standing only a few feet away.
rafayel's entire face turned dusty pink when he heard you tell a gallery visitor, that he was your husband. he didn't react at first just blinked, so you thought you'd gotten away with it.
until a journalist approached.
"mr. rafayel qi," they asked, pen poised over notebook, "what inspired this deeply emotional collection?"
a slow, mischievous grin spread across his lips as he reached for your hand. "oh," he said smoothly, voice dripping with charm, "i was inspired by my muse... my spouse."
every pair of eyes in the gallery was suddenly on you. the journalist's pen stopped moving. whispers rippled through the gallery as cameras immediately swung toward the two of you.
"your what?" you whisper-shouted, trying to tug your hand free. rafayel glanced back at you 'innocently' as to say "did i say something wrong?"
he squeezed your hand gently before leaning in just enough that only you could hear "...well," he whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief, "we can't get caught in a lie now, can we?"
sylus
you had visited places like this with sylus enough times that the atmosphere no longer unsettled you. but you couldn't help but be in awe at the auction hall's contrast to the chaos outside in the n109 zone. The hall’s polished floors reflected the glow of expensive displays, while masked bidders exchanged quiet whispers over the rare gems being presented.
you and sylus had agreed to spread out to check for items individually. so as you were looking at one of the sought out gems, a masked bidder approached you, clearly sizing you up. you gave them a polite but firm smile but didn't move out of their way.
"someone like you shouldn't settle for ordinary things," the bidder said, as they leaned way too close. "perhaps i could show you something even better."
You didn't even flinch.
"no thank you, i'll be using my husband's card."
sylus, who had been quietly observing nearby, suddenly went still. his gaze flickered to you, a subtle glint of something dangerous in his eyes as his lips curved into a smirk. the bidder instantly froze in horror as they realised who they had just crossed.
"using my card, are you, sweetie?"
without saying another word, he closed the space between you, sliding his arm around your waist and guiding you away from the bidder. his touch was smooth, almost possessive as he led you to a quieter corner of the hall.
"husband…" he repeated, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. "you know... kitten, if that was your way of asking, there are easier methods."
"i wasn't asking."
"no?" sylus' smile widened. "what a shame. i was already considering how you would look with a ring."
caleb
the familiar smell of food drifted in through the open window as you slowly rolled your car forward in the drive-through. it had been years since either of you had stopped by your favorite fast food place.
caleb had suggested stopping there on the way home after you had mentioned craving something nostalgic after a stressful week of work.
as you rambled on and on about the wanderers you had encountered, you glanced over at him just to catch him already looking at you with that soft, absent-minded smile you had grown accustomed to. caleb didn't seem to mind you rambling either. if anything, he looked perfectly content simply listening to you talk.
the crackling voice from the speaker pulled you both back to reality.
"welcome! what can i get started for you today?"
you rattled off your order before quickly glancing at caleb.
"and my husband would like the combo meal. extra ice in his drink, please."
for a moment, everything seemed strangely quiet.
it wasn't until you finished ordering that you turned your head toward him, only to find him staring at you with wide eyes. his cheeks had turned an unmistakable shade of pink.
"...husband?" he repeated, almost as though he wasn't entirely convinced he had heard you correctly.
"yeah?"
the word had rolled off your tongue with such ease that caleb almost questioned whether you had actually said it or whether his mind had filled in the blank all by itself.
he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he tried to regain what little composure he had left. unfortunately, the growing blush reaching the tips of his ears completely betrayed him. despite his obvious embarrassment, the corners of his lips twitched upward.
"you know, pipsqueak... you should be careful what you wish for."
he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you.
it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.
until he gets more comfortable.
he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion.
with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away.
it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation.
but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.
“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”
“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”
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he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.
“we need to set some ground rules.”
his ears lie flat on his head.
“you get really close to me sometimes.”
his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”
“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”
“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.
unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?”
“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”
“thank you.”
hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?”
you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”
valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”
warmth flows through you as you laugh and spread your arms. “permission granted.”
“we’re in a line the length of a giraffe’s unfurled entrails, in the blistering sun and sweltering heat, for…ice. correct me if i’m wrong—that is what’s happening here, right, sweetie? i’m not hallucinating from heat exhaustion?” eyebrow raised to the sky, sylus gestures in front of you toward the admittedly endless queue for the snow cone shack.
“well, if you are, the ice will help,” you retort, shuffling half an inch farther in line. “see! we’re moving forward. we’ll be at the front in no time!”
just as he starts to respond, a child in front of you abandons his place in line. you’re incredibly eager to steal it—until he faces you with pouted lips and sweat running down his round cheeks. he barely hesitates before turning his big blue eyes on sylus. “you have a rolex,” he says matter-of-factly.
sylus looks as if a fly has landed on the rim of his wine glass. a mild inconvenience, but not the end of the world. “i do.”
“my brother says people with rolexes have money.”
“that’s a reasonable conclusion, in most cases.” sylus crosses his arms. “unless they're thieves.”
carefully, the boy sizes him up, analyzing his tank, shorts, and sandals. “are you a thief?”
red eyes narrow—an implicit challenge. “not presently.”
the child thinks to himself, then risks it anyway. “can i have some money? i want a large, but my brother only has enough for a small.” he points to a taller child a few places ahead in line who's too engrossed in his phone to notice his missing mini-me.
sylus flits his eyes to the older boy, then back down to his brother. “sugar is bad for you,” he chides.
“water is good for you,” the child rebuttals immediately.
if he so chooses, he’ll have a bright future on any school’s debate team.
the fly is inching down the curve of the wine glass now, leering precariously close to the surface of a thousand-dollar vintage. grimacing, sylus shoos it away with a flick of his finger. “fine. this amount should cover larges for the both of you,” he concedes, pulling a bill out from his pocket. “but when the sugar crash comes, you know who to blame.”
“thank you!” the boy grabs the money and beams, scampering back to his brother. a second later, you turn to sylus, whose flat stare is already set on you.
“when the ambulance comes to treat my heat stroke, tell them i’m also suffering from the effects of extortion.”
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after what seems like hours, you watch the child skip away with a snowcone half the size of him. now that the path is finally clear, you make your way to the front of the food truck.
shaking a bottle of neon red syrup, a raven-haired girl with a cute, crooked grin greets you. “what can i get for you, sweetheart?”
“uh…” is it possible to get a brain freeze without having eaten anything? “cotton candy?”
“perfect.” she winks. “a sweet treat for a sweet gi—”
“make hers an extra large please,” sylus interrupts, tugging you into him from behind. “and i’ll have this…dragon’s blood flavor,” he adds with a wry smile. “a large.”
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“so…” with a frigid burst of sweetness on your tongue, you stare at the red-orange heap of ice in sylus’s cup.
“so?”
“does this count as cannibalism?”
thinking for a moment, he shrugs. “depends on if i like it or not.”
before you can ask for elaboration, he raises his spoon to mouth. it's a fun visual—big rich guy, comparatively small metal bench, flimsy plastic utensil. like watching a giant drive a clown car.
he swallows and closes his eyes, and you swear you hear him rumble in satisfaction. “it’s nice,” he decides after a moment. “tangy.”
your lips spread into a triumphant grin as he continues eating, and you lean in and waggle your eyebrows. “oh? so it was worth the wait, huh? admit it.”
“oh, absolutely not.”
your mouth is agape. chuckling, he reaches over to shut it.
“it’s good, but not good enough for me to bake in the sun every time i get a craving.” he rises, stretches, and tosses his empty cup into the garbage bin. bright syrupy droplets splatter on the rim. “i’m going back to see if the owner of this shack is looking to relocate—ideally on the grounds of onychinus’s base.” he smirks. “and if we really want to pull it off,” he says, licking remnants of red off his full lips, “you should come with me. she seemed quite taken with you.”
When Sylus first gives you his black card, he expects to find charges for designer clothes, fancy perfumes and jewllery. Instead, he finds... year 2005 barbie dolls? pinned butterflies? pot plants? merch for an obscure childhood show that only aired in your home country? oddly spesific hobbies and collection items you apparently love. You don't need $10,000 shoes. You want a funky novelty landline phone to display on the shelves. You want 3 meters of a nice fabric to sew things with.
And while he is surprised and oddly amused, he is all for your oddly spesific hobby. You want a swimmable mermaid tail? sure, he'll pay for the custom fin add ons. You want a particular beanie bear you wanted as a kid? go for it, get five if you want.
One thing you always seemed to forget was that Zayne was a doctor.
Sure, he specialised in cardiology. He had a very good job as your own personal cardiac doctor, if you did say so yourself, and nobody could doubt that he excelled at mending up a damaged heart in whatever way possible.
But that was not the thing you had forgotten. No, you had forgotten that Zayne had a medical degree. Which meant that he knew every nook and cranny of a body by heart.
Which also included your body.
This fact probably explained how he was always able to drive into you with such clinical fucking precision, making you undone in barely minutes. It was embarrassing how quickly your legs stiffened around him, how fast your pussy clenched around him, and your pleasure spiked and spiked repeatedly.
Could anybody even blame you? The man had found the perfect spot in a second where it took other men a good hour, driving his hips upwards just right. Just enough pressure to make you scratch at his back like a cat, but not too much that you would be sore. Well, not too sore.
"Zayne, baby," he'd pinned you against the bed firmly this time, breasts pressed against the mattress. You may or may not have drooled very slightly onto your pillow. "Please slow down-"
"Really?" If there were a word in the dictionary for a soft-dom, it would be his name. Part of you thought he didn't even realise how fast he was going, but the rest knew he did. The methodical thrusts that had you soaring were not just coincidences. Every slap of his hips against yours was calculated to bring you to a toe-curling gasp. "But you asked for this, darling."
You had nobody to blame but yourself for getting into this predicament. You always riled up Zayne, played with his tie when he got back, and teased him about the most mundane things, trying not-so-subtly to break his cool facade and drag him to the bedroom.
It was you who had dragged your fingers across his neck in the way you knew he liked, loosening the buttons of his work shirt and tossing his glasses gently onto the nightstand.
"Yes," you moaned, clawing at the mattress when his hands grabbed onto your hips tightly, using them as leverage. "But that was- fuck, that was four rounds ago!"
"If you truly wish me to slow down, I will," you heard his soft voice from behind you, cock twitching between your tight walls. Finally, the fucker was about to cum himself. "But your body says otherwise."
"That's not fair, by the way," you managed to choke out, back arching weakly as the orgasm hit you like a brick (similar to the explosion where caleb blew up IM SORRY IM SORRY THIS IS UNCALLED FOR). He managed to cut through the pain of the overstimulation deliciously, leaving only pleasure in its wake. "You haven't cum once."
"It's not my fault you cum too easily," he shot back calmly, watching you turn your head to the side to shoot him a sidelong glare, which you didn't really mean. He bit his lip to suppress a groan, crushing his hips tightly against yours to push his wads of semen deeper inside you. You pushed your ass against him to draw out his afterglow, hearing his pants with satisfaction.
"For the record," you pouted as he fell next to you on the bed, clicking off the lamplight with a laze that he had perfected. "I don't cum fast."
"You do, darling."
"No, you just always know where my g-spot is!" You complained, pulling the blanket over the two of you sulkily.
"Oh, so you want me to stop?"
"Okay, I never said that-"
thank @iconicisa for forcing me to write this scrumptious piece
