Warnings: {18+ MDNI} Reader has sexual thoughts, reader is ovulating, mentions of sex (no actual smut), profanity
A/N: I neeeed Kurt to be real.
Maybe it’s the smile. How white teeth, some sharp some not, brighten up your day when flashed at you. He smiles to much how could it not be his smile that has you riled up like this? You see it when he wakes up and when he goes to bed, both after he kisses your forehead.
Then you wondered, maybe it’s his hands. His big, strong hands. The way he holds onto you every morning as he’s snuggled up against you because you’re HIS. The way a hand rests on your lower back when you guys go to a fancy event.
And, not to far off from his hands, you started to wonder if it was his arms, too. He’s always working out his upper body muscles anyways. So, his biceps are there and very prominent. Maybe it was his muscles.
But who are you kidding.
You’re just ovulating. Every innocent thought, excuse, whatever just gets clouded up with lust. Pure lust and desire.
His smile? You wanted to see his smile as he came inside of you for days now. Something purely feral inside of you just wanted those pearly whites to bite into your neck and thighs as he claimed you as his once more.
You wanted his hands on your naked body. Caressing every inch of you, fingering you, anything. You wanted him to worship you.
When you saw him training all you could see was the muscles flexing in his arms. Those strong, strong arms. You wanted him to manhandle you, be rough with you as he pounded inside you. It was getting so bad to the point that you didn’t even care which hole he used.
It didn’t matter what he wore right now. Even when he wore his priest attire you could help but want him. You just wanted him. You wanted your husband.
Every hour, everyday, everywhere.
It’s too bad he couldn’t take a hint. Like for example you put emphasis onto “good” when you told him he looked really good today. And he just smiled and pecked you on your cheek.
Or last night, when you wore fancy royal blue lingerie to bed and he just kissed you again on your forehead. Part of you felt like you were being punked. Kurt’s libio sometimes can be no joke. When you first met him, he tried to restrain himself but you two ended up doing like rabbits anyways.
He said it didn’t matter anyways though because he knew he wanted to marry you. And then he did.
That was only a year ago.
You know the honeymoon phase is not over just yet. You and Kurt didn’t even need one with how strong your love was. But you just wished he’d pick up on these signals that you wanted nothing more but to fuck him like crazy.
All you needed was 5 minutes to passionately tear him apart. One orgasm.
What’s worse is he could literally be doing anything. Laughing, eating cereal, doing his hair, stretching, reading…
It didn’t matter. You wanted to pounce on him nonetheless. You were hungry.
Ovulating made you more crazy for him than you already were which was hell. It almost made you feel disgusting. Even though he is literally your husband now, he’s not as horny as you typically. You keep thinking about when he showed up in you guys room in his priest robe looking all serious. It was 8am on a Sunday, and you just woke up. He had early mornings on Sundays so he let you sleep in a bit.
He looked almost divine as he looked out the window, pondering in the golden sunlight. Beautiful, is how you’d see him if it was any other day. But, because it was this special week, he looked exquisite. And of course ridiculously attractive. You watched him silently from your shared bed as he just looked. He didn’t notice you were awake for 10 minutes.
You felt bad. This isn’t why he was dressed up, to be your eye candy. Lust is something you felt shame for even for your husband.
But, it drove you crazy. He fit you like a glove, it was just meant to be. It drove you crazy how in the mornings he never got morning wood do you’d have an excuse to “relive him”. It drove you crazy that he barely reacted to your lingerie. That you kissed him longer during these times or even held onto him tighter when he had to go.
And, so you finally confront him one day.
“Kurt..”, You say one night sitting on his side of the bed watching him in the bathroom wash his face.
You see his ear twitch towards you, and then he looks at you while humming in acknowledgment.
You say it looking right into his golden eyes, “Kurt..I want you.”
He doesn’t move for a second. Then he cocks his head.
“Vant me? How so?”
“Don’t play dumb, Kurt. I want you.”, you responded slightly annoyed. You tried to give him your best bedroom eyes too, batting your lashes and all, but he seemed unbothered.
“You vant me..hmmm.” He says looking back in the mirror. You can’t see his face fully but you swear he’s smiling to himself now.
“What’s funny?”, You giggled, though still a bit annoyed he’s playing with you. It would be more funny if you biggest want right now was for him to disrespectfully fuck you through the mattress.
He doesn’t respond this time. The room is silent aside from him moving in the bathroom and the beating of your heart from anticipation in your ears. He just hangs his towel up and comes out the bathroom still smiling. He stops in front of you and then he lifts your chin up so you can look into his eyes once more.
Then lowly, “How do you vant me, my dear?”
“Kurt-”
“Shhhhh,” He puts a finger to your mouth. “Tell me. Because i’ve been waiting for you to say it all week.”
Ohhh, he’s been waiting.
You bite your lip a bit thinking if you should say it, and then you do. “I want you to fuck me. Make love to me. Anything. Please.”
“Finally.”, he says with a big smile across his face. “You just don’t know how bad I vanted to ruin you when you wore that blue two piece.”
Before you can respond he leans down to kiss you deeply. Both of his hands hold onto your face gently as he hummed in satisfaction.
You tried to ignore the annoying ache between you legs when he breaks away so let you speak. “Why…make me say it? You’ve been driving me crazy for ages now.”
“I simply needed to make sure I was reading things correctly. That you really wanted me.”, He whispers it before kissing you once more, this time with more hunger. “Didn’t vant to overstep.”
You sigh as his hands reach behind you to unclip your bra. “Maybe I should just flat out tell you more often.”
“Maybe so.”, he chuckled while pulling off his shirt. “Now lay back for me. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Riding Sylus is a daunting task. Everything about him is large and impressive. His cock is no different.
“God…” You’ve barely sunk down an inch and you need a break, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubs your back soothingly, the heat of him making you near dizzy.
“You’re doing so good.” He praises you, his gaze soft as he studies your pinched expression. He doesn’t offer to take over just yet. You’d insisted on this after all.
“You…your cock is so big.” You murmur, moving to sink down a bit more. His grip on your waist tightens, his jaw clenched. Sylus won't admit it, but you're practically torturing him with this pace.
"You can take it sweetie. Such a good girl." The adoration in his voice makes you clench, finally sinking down on his length. You both moan in tandem, your nails digging into the muscle of his arms.
"Knew you could do it." He smirks, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as you blink away the stars from your vision. He's so deep like this, so deep you can almost feel him in your throat.
Now you just need to move.
"C-could you help me a little?" You mumble the request, almost embarrassed. For once, Sylus doesn't tease you. Perhaps because he's just as desperate as you are.
The moment his hips jerk up into yours, you moan. He sets a steady pace, not fast or slow, just deep. Your eyes roll back as he pounds up into you. It's almost immediate, how quick your orgasm builds.
"S-Sylus oh my god!" You gasp, working your hips against his. You lean in to connect your lips to his, mostly to hold off from cumming so soon. It's a desperate, sloppy kiss, and it apparently has the opposite effect for Sylus.
"Fuck..." His head falls back, brows knit in pleasure as his cum fills you, spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your thighs. You slow your movements, eyes wide.
(feel free to use<3 the kisses ones are.. im- i-... yall better tag when u write these or else check under ur bed before sleep! :) )
lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them
heavily breathing after a kiss (damn ittitit)
gulping when they get a little too close
and not knowing how to talk or exist after they finish kissing you like they've been needing that kiss for a lifetime!!!
loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye
pulling them by their belt to kiss them>>
lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. fucjfuck
their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!
"give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel." (ohmykgodks)
when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful.
you're holding on by a thread and they sort of grin against your lips, mumbling, "just lose control, love."
that glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire. fuck.
the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever.
holding your hands above your head as they kiss you
Sleepy sex with Sylus in the middle of the night. You wake up warm all over, assuming it’s because of the literal furnace of a man beside you only to discover it’s him but even better. Sylus is having a wet dream, brows pinched and jaw slack as his chest heaves in an unsteady rhythm. One you recognize all too well, the only other dead giveaway is the visible bulge in the sheets over his groin.
You watch him for a little bit, memorize the way his face twitches and his hips roll up against the bedding. Searching for relief, searching for you. His own subconscious trying to recreate the physical pleasure his mind is conjuring. It makes your stomach flutter, heat surging straight between your thighs as you wonder what he could be dreaming about. What he could possibly be doing to you in his dreams, or what you could be doing to him. Either way, he looks so adorable and needy.
Not able to contain yourself, nor let him suffer for much longer. So you snuggle in closer, running your hand down the planes of his stomach and under the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his hard on. Gasping with him as he bucks into your hold, your nose nuzzling his pulse. Jerking him slowly while kissing on his neck, muttering sweet nothings as you try so carefully not to wake him.
It’s no use, Sylus is too sharp even in sleep. Just as he’s about to cum, those crimson eyes flutter open and a hand shoots over the covers to stop you. “Wait…” thick and groggy, you can feel your panties stick to your cunt as you squirm, peering up at him in the dark. “… I need to cum inside of you. It’s the only way.” You could die happy.
That’s how you end up cradled in his arms, faces nuzzling the other, cock buried so deep inside of your warmth it’s hard to decipher where one begins and the other ends. Sylus somehow has staved off his orgasm in favor of rocking slowly, letting the pleasure melt his mind and body into the mattress. Letting it consume him, letting you consume him in his entirety. Everything he has to offer.
me and my mootie @invisiblesquirrel stayed on call for like an hour compiling this list of verbs and nouns pertaining to all things sex and bodies 🫶 hopefully it's helpful for whoever comes across this, it definitely will be helpful for us XD
*general categories are anatomy, actions, reactions, secretions
*note, we included any words we could think of, regardless of personal preference
*we didn't make specific categories for intersex genitalia under the assumption that people will mix and match as they please
i neeeed to know your thoughts on kurt eating the reader out. maybe is he slow and gentle? or more like a starved man?
I am a strong believer that Kurt likes to take his time during intimacy, and that does translate to his pace. Most of the time he's going slow — still passionate and full of bite, of thirst, but he's not rushing to gobble you down. You're exactly where he wants you to be, like an exquisite dessert laid out on a silver plate; you're not going anywhere, so he plans to enjoy you thoroughly. He's a tease who delights in getting as much reaction out of you as possible, so be prepared for a whole leisurely make-out session between your thighs, the one that honestly almost makes you feel like a third wheel.
That is not to say that Kurt is always slow and gentle, though. He can be quite a versatile lover when he wants to be or when the circumstances leave little room for anything else. He is only a man, after all, and he too hungers. A mission that took too long; a boring event full of forced smiles and loud music; a spark of fear, a whiff of blood — so many things to throw his usual gentlemanly resolve off balance. When he misses you for days without being able to even hear your voice; when he sees you in a new garment that tickles his fancy without being able to have you right there and then; when he squeezes your weakened hand without being able to take away your pain — how can he remain languid and collected? All he wants now is to make sure you're actually here, with him, that you're his; that he's allowed to enjoy you, make love to you, inhale your scent, taste your skin.
And he will do so like a man starved, yes. And after he's done, his own breathing just as heavy and rapid as yours, Kurt will lay his head on your thigh. Sweaty forehead, messy curls, setting suns of eyes. And he will look at you like you are a wonder, a miracle that helped fill the deep crevice in his core, a remedy that eased his fever, and as he helps you clean up, he will get back to his usual confident, leisurely lover amplua — the rare moment of vulnerability a treasured secret just between the two of you.
Understands in small boobs. But don't despair! I meant it when I said Kurt wouldn't care. He finds all breasts fascinating. They are such a wonderful, gentle, soft part of your body — a true sign of femininity, if I can say so myself, the one he can't help but adore. So what if they are small? How can he — or anyone really — possibly think that small means bad, when they look so perfect? When they help shape the uniqueness of your body? When they are so tender under his fingers, under his mouth? When they respond to the lightest touch with those tiny shivers that make your nipples peek through your shirt?
Oh don't even get him started, darling. Kurt loves your breasts and he will not tolerate any slander towards his little cuties.
Buckle up, folks, mommy is horny again. You've been warned 🫵
I love Kurt's thighs. I love how meaty and mighty they are and how tightly his costume hugs them. How the muscles of them buldge and go round, plump when he squats down or how slim they look when he moves his legs with grace.
I want Kurt's thighs around my head — clamping, holding me like a vice, so tight I can't hear anything but the hum of blood in his veins and arteries as it all rushes to his cock. The cock that's down my throat so deep I almost feel it in my stomach; so deep that I'm forced to breathe air through the tangle of fur on his pubis, and it's just enough for me to stay conscious; so deep that I can't even squeeze out a sound, only gurgle spit. I want him to start gentle and teasing, guiding me to his flesh, still soft, with a confident hand in my hair — just a sniff, just a taste, just the tip; only to catch me in this trap once it's deep enough — and force it even deeper.
I want him to lock his legs behind my head so that my whole world narrows to the needy lower part of his body and the hot, heavy weight of his desire. I want his tail to feel himself through the meat and muscle of my throat, wrap around the column of it, and move in slow, smooth strokes — up and down, up, squeeze, and down.
And when I'm clearly out of it, glasses so foggy from heat that small water droplets have settled on them, when I start to forget any other purpose in life but this, I want him to let me go. Unlock his legs and pull me away. Let the familiar heaviness of his cock slide out of my throat and flop down wetly on his stomach. Wait out the coughing and frantic air-gulping. Then push me down there again.
Rinse and repeat as many times as it takes for him to finally convulse inside me, to breathe harder, thrash his tail against the mattress, sing in lengthy moans. And once he's so close his thighs are shaking, I want him to pull me back, so sharply I choke, and come all over my face: red, puffy, wet with tears, snot, and spit alike. And he only adds to the mess, and he's clearly enjoying it.
"Oops, es tut mir leid, Liebe," as he watches me push the dirty glasses down my nose. Canines glisten in his grin, and satisfaction glows in his gaze.
And then, as our breaths deepen and bodies cool down, I want Kurt to soften. I want him to run his thumbs under my eyes and help me stand from the floor, knees sore and barely unbending; wrap his arm around my shoulders and press his lips against my temple, murmuring something that will turn my insides into warm mush; then lead me to the bathroom and help me wash my face, clean my glasses, and remember my own name.
He might apologise, suddenly extremely self-conscious of such beastly roughness, but I want to remind him that I didn't tap out. That I wanted every second of it. And that next time it's his turn to kneel on the floor.
I got you all something wonderful tonight. I’ve spoken to many girlies who adore Sylus and I noticed there’s a typical theme of trust issues among us for whatever reasons that may be. I, for one, have a hard time letting people into my space and trusting anyone with things important to me, and Sylus notably has the patience for… well- us to come to him. For us to cross the established boundaries.
This goes into his overall character and the themes of BDSM he’s written with and the importance of consent to him (Nightly Rendezvous my beloved) too. BDSM is founded on a mutual trust and consent which makes it very symbolic to me in visualizing a very real trust we may have, but struggle showing. At any rate I put my whole heart and pussy into this so I hope yall enjoy it.
Note: my knowledge on bdsm is surface level so don’t take this as any kind of example other than this all has pre established consent, trust, and other things like a safe word.
Cw: established relationship, AFAB reader, reader can be mc or non mc, BDSM themes, light spanking, shibari, trust and trust issues, minor angst, lots of fluff, mostly smut, p n v, oral f!recieving, fingering, nicknames (kitten/sweetie), creampie, size kink, belly bulge, biting, begging, no use of Y/N
MDNI
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Being hyper-independent, it’s hard to trust anyone with anything. This goes even when you’re dating Sylus. You know how happy it’d make him if you just leaned on him even a little bit, but you just haven’t managed it. Anytime an issue arises, you refuse to admit anything is even wrong until you resolve it. You don’t ask him to do something as measly as get you a snack you’re craving!
Sylus is trying to be patient. He really is. You’re like a feral cat, easily spooked and any minuscule trust lost with the wrong breeze. He just truly despises seeing you clam up so badly. It makes him resent whoever in your past let you down so monumentally this has become your defense. There was only one thing for it though, and that was to prove his sincerity everyday through his actions.
That leads to this night where you’re both feeling your hearts in your throat as you slowly peel off your shirt and he is working the stiffness out of red ropes.
You had shyly asked Sylus if he had any interest in shibari, showing him an image from social media of this pretty model carefully bound in golden ropes that accented beautifully against her dark skin. It wasn’t obscene- there wasn’t even any nudity- to you it was like art.
In context with Sylus though, there was a definite eroticism. You’ve had passing daydreams of it. Of letting go of your vice grip of control of yourself and everything in your life. You know Sylus is practically begging for you to let him in and you want to too. You stand at the threshold in your mind, foot raised and ready to take that necessary step. Yet, just when you nearly make contact with outside your crafted safety you’re seized by this unimaginable distrust that you can’t rely on anyone for anything. Memories grip your minds eye and asks if you want all those times of painful disappointment to happen again and again. You always lack the strength to fight your impulse response to vulnerability.
You hoped, sliding down your pants as well, that this was both removed enough from the typical and proof enough to that part of you still afraid that you’re safe with him.
“Sweetie, we don’t have to do any of this.” Sylus murmured from behind you.
Glancing over your shoulder at him in just your underwear, you felt a nervous smile flutter to your lips. Oh you wanted this. You wanted to be under his explicit control and you want him to fuck you silly. You wanted-
“I know. I’m the one that asked for this, remember?”
You walk to him then, slinging your arms over his shoulders where he has to bend down slightly for it to even be possible. You press a kiss to his neck, jaw, and finally the corner of his lips. A hand rests on your hip and the warm bite of rope teases your skin into fresh goosebumps.
“If you don’t want to, Sylus, you can just say so too.”
You get a hum from your lover as he captures your lips in a slow, steady kiss.
“And miss the chance of tying you up like a present just for me? Never.” He purred, guiding you back towards the bed with measured steps.
“We’re not jumping into the deep end though, even if you think you can handle it. Just your arms tonight. How does that sound, sweetie?”
You’re made to sit down on the bed with the slightest push of his hand and the controlled strength there does crazy things to the growing heat between your legs. Fuck, you asked if he’d stay dressed too, blushing madly when you requested such a thing that had made him quietly laugh before praising you for being so open with what you wanted from him. It was just as perfect as you thought it be as he grabbed your jaw with that giant hand of his, thumb brushing your bottom lip. He hasn’t even done anything and already you felt so breathless.
“You’re not getting anything more until you use your words, kitten.”
Your face was made to look up at him. You couldn’t turn away even if you wanted to with how firm his grip was on your jaw.
“Good.” You sighed out, hands resting obediently in your lap as your eyes flickered to the red in the corner of your peripherals. The rope he had lazily dangling in his hand a silent promise.
“That sounds good.” You reiterate. “I trust you- put myself in your hands. I know you’ll take care of me.” You’re so earnest, you nearly start reaching for him already. Instead you stop yourself.
“Can… can I have a kiss?”
Everything you say and the way you look while saying it is deliciously ruinous for Sylus. Already his pants are so tight because of you and the deep blush on your face. The clear passage of control placed in his very hands as you prove such a fact by asking so sweetly for his kiss. This wasn’t what he was expecting when he’d hear for the first time of your implicit trust, but he wasn’t a man to complain about such a beautiful sight before him.
He leaned down, still holding your jaw, and kissed you. It was more like devouring though as he overwhelmed your senses with his lips and tongue, stealing every gasp and whimper from you with a greed that knew nothing of satiation. By time he pulled back, you were already panting and trying to keep from squirming too badly, but there was no mistaking the way your pretty thighs squeezed together.
“What a good girl you are, kitten. I don’t even have anything on you and your hands have stayed right in your lap. Seems like this feral kitty might just be a stray in disguise.”
“Sylus…” his thumb rubs into your wet, kiss bitten, bottom lip as he softly clicks his tongue.
“Is that all I am right now?” He purrs, teasing your lips until your tongue tried to slip out to catch his thumb.
His hand drew back to guide you onto your stomach. Deft fingers trailed down the length of your spine, flattening out on the small of your back.
“Don’t move.” His voice whispered in your ear as his weight settled next to you.
For constantly working with guns and boxing, Sylus had surprisingly soft hands. His warm touch made you sigh into the silk covers of his bed as they ran down the length of your arms. The motion is slow, tender, and relaxing when he started sprinkling in kisses to your shoulders.
“Thats right- just relax for me. I got you; you can let go.”
His hands settled on your wrists. He would only need one to completely engulf both of yours, but he doesn’t. His thumb brushes along the pulse throbbing in your wrist as he gets a single loop of red rope around your wrists. The loop tightens until your wrists can only slightly shift.
“This is around the tightness we’ll be working with. Make sure you use your words if you want to keep going.”
Your heart felt so full as Sylus continuously made sure this is what you wanted. You had half a mind to ask him to lay back so you could ride him silly. Another part of you- a much more fragile part of you- wanted to break into tears from the level of care he gave and will always give.
“I want to.” You mumble. “Not too tight or painful. Sy-“
You were corrected with a warning spank to your ass that made you jump with a squeak.
“I let it go the first time, kitten, but surely you can find something more proper to call me, hm?”
Heat pooled heavily in your gut as his hands kept working to steadily bind your arms in this rope that acted as a claim in of itself.
“I’m sorry, Mister Qin.” You mewl after sucking in a breath.
All those times he’s added miss before your last name flashes in your mind. Especially when you would tease him with a patronizing tone when at the claw machine or when he questioned your raised fingers initially meant to poke his sides. You knew he was effected by your choice with the fraction of a second his motions paused and the audible breath he took.
“Are you really sorry?” He chides, pausing his knot-work to hold it in one hand.
A single finger slips to hook your underwear, then it’s pulling up cruelly. The gusset of your panties is bunched up and teasing your clit, but more than anything was the glistening slick in the lowlight that you knew was impossible to hide.
“Look at this mess, kitten.” He sighs like it’s a travesty, tugging at your panties at different angles to tease you.
You can’t bite back the moan that escapes you or halt your twitching hips while your clit aches for more stimulation.
“Sorry! I’m- hhaaa~! Im sorry, Mister Qin! I can’t make it stooopp.” You’re not sorry at all, and he knows you’re not.
“No? Do you need me to clean up your mess then?”
Oh you know that voice. That hunger. His words had dropped to a low growl and his finger wrapped up in your panties drifted lower to drag the knuckles of his finger up against your dripping heat. The tease was almost too much as you whine, trying to turn your head to look back at him. You can just see him in the corner of your eye and the faint movement of him bringing that finger to his lips to lap up your desire with an eager tongue.
“Please…” You beg, watching him curl over you again to finish tying up your arms in his expert rope tying. “Please help me, Mister Qin.”
The foreign plea was so strange in how right it felt to beg for. It brought unimaginable pleasure for Sylus though if the way he couldn’t hold back a faint moan said anything.
“Again.” He rasped, tying another knot above your elbows.
His cock was pulsing against your outer thigh from its clothed confinement. You ached to rub yourself up against him like some kind of animal in heat. Your fingers flexed to gauge how mobile you still were and Sylus was nothing if not masterful in everything he does. It wasn’t too tight that you worried about cut off circulation, but certainly tight enough you couldn’t just decide to do something and do it. You were at his mercy, on your vulnerably tummy, and he was the one losing himself over your pleas. The final ties had him tugging off your bra and rope teasing the underside of your breasts and over your shoulders to become a bound masterpiece.
“Help me- please, Mister Qin…” you whine while squeezing your thighs together. He tugged at the rope knotted at your biceps, satisfied with his work and the slight squirming he could see your limbs doing.
“Fuck, kitten, look at you.” He breathed, palming at his straining cock, but not quite allowing himself the pleasure of freedom yet. “Want a picture to see how pretty you are?”
The red rope was reminiscent of his mist in color and it was perfect against your skin. The black panties ruined by your arousal were left pulled taught between your ass cheeks and squeezing thighs. You’d even crossed your ankles to unknowingly complete this perfect image of yourself: the greatest present for Sylus.
“Yes.” You tried to stay still as you felt his evol fill the room, probably grabbing his phone so he could get this immortalized just for him- and you of course.
“I have half a mind to make you into a pretty model for me tonight.”
Between the two of you, Sylus was much more the spitting image of a smug cat as he squeezed an asscheek while the shutter audibly clicked on his phone. Something you know he turned on just for you to hear. One more picture was taken without his hand on you before his weight nearly settled on you as he pressed a kiss to your head while sliding his phone for you to see yourself, carefully poised and bound in his work.
“One more.” You found yourself saying over your rapid heartbeat, feeling such a profound affection swelling inside for this man unable to help himself from peppering kisses to the crown of your head.
“Yeah? What do you want, kitten?”
“Flip the camera. I want one of both of us. Like this.” You felt so shy whenever you told him what you wanted, but his grin you could feel against your hair
“Yeah? How’s this…”
The hand not holding huis phone slide up around your neck, gentle in its hold, and turns your head up until he can kiss you slow and tender. You lose focus on the whole point of why he’s kissing you at the moment until the shutter on his phone clicks, but you start to whine when he pulls back slightly. You feel his smile when he indulges you a bit longer, more than happy to kiss you in this slow exchange of tongues and nibbling teeth. When he pulls back this time, a string of saliva tries to withstand your parting before snapping and when your eyes open you find him already staring at you.
“So beautiful…” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth one more time. “Now I have a mess to clean up, don’t I?”
Your stomach twists as he leaves his phone behind, the picture of you kissing a little off center, but no less perfect at capturing the utter passion exchanged between you both.
Sylus watches your arms squirm in their confinement, easing back on his knees to brush his knuckles on the back of your thighs.
“N…no more teasing!” You bark back at him, sounding more needy than demanding to his ears. He couldn’t blame you. The front of his pants were ruined by the copious amounts of precum, but he still tortured himself by ignoring the deep ache in his pants.
“No more teasing…?” He just couldn’t help himself, biting back a grin that would certainly have you fuming with a pout if you could see.
“N…no more teasing, Mister Qin… you said you would help…” There you were. You could drive him mad talking like that, and the jump in his cock said as much.
“You’re right, kitten, I did say that.” Sylus purred, spreading your thighs and easing himself down until he was level with your weeping cunt. “You’ve been very patient. Such a good girl.”
A kiss to your inner thigh and you were already so whiny, lifting your hips to give him an easier time indulging in your wet panties. He’d tease you a while longer, licking up a broad swipe of his tongue over your soaked underwear before sucking on the fabric over your clit. He could see your arms strain from his peripherals, your gasps sharp and eager.
The sent of you flooded his senses, drawing his hand to his clothed cock like a spell he couldn’t resist. He only stopped with your panties once the heavenly taste of you faded from them. Then they were pulled aside with a grunt and an impatient thumb to expose the whole of your pussy to the air where he could see it flutter around nothing. Poor thing.
You felt the hot breaths of Sylus against you as your only warning for his lips slotting against you and the prodding of his tongue at your hole. He’d only gone as far as to finally give his aching cock freedom before both hands were back on you and spreading your cheeks so he could bury his tongue as deep as possible.
Your praise came out as choked moans and restrained writhing from your arms. It was ridiculous how deep his tongue reached inside you, lapping at your soft walls until your hips pressed back into his eager mouth, clit throbbing every moment it went untouched. It felt so mind-numbingly good you nearly forgot to keep up the little play of addressing him “properly”.
“Yesss-! Sy… hha… M-Mister Qin- so good! Feels… so good!”
You were drooling right onto the silk covers, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you seemed to have gotten Sylus enough to make him break away from your cunt to bite the meat of your ass. Something he only did when he was trying to restrain himself from cumming before he wanted to, and that thought alone did horrid things to you.
Sylus panted against the skin he bit, licking apologies into the harsh imprint of his teeth that would leave you bruised for sure. Letting his cock free of his pants and underwear was a mistake. It let him rut his hips into the bed and nearly had him spilling all over the place before he even had a chance to fuck you properly. You were a fiend, crying for him like that.
Once he was certain he wasn’t going to bust his load prematurely, he placed a sucking kiss on your clit and listened to the reaction it got with a pleased smirk. Two fingers dragged through your messy pussy lips before burying into your tight heat without resistance before he sealed his lips over your clit again to gently suckle. His fingers pump inside you with a steady rhythm while you had no choice but to let every moan and cry reach his ears. No pillows to bite on nor arms to hide in, you every pleasure was his to witness when his tongue swirled around your swollen bundle of nerves in drawn out movements with minimal pressure. Mixing that with the sucking sensation his mouth offered and the massage of his fingers on your inner walls you had a climax that was rapidly building.
“Oh- oh god- close… so close. Wanna cum. Please let me cum…” you beg through heaves of air, struggling to ever get enough into your lungs when it was immediately lost in a groan.
The wet noise of Sylus pulling off of your clit like a messy kiss was obscene as his fingers continued unrelenting.
“My good girl asking to cum? Since you’ve been so patient for me I’ll let you. Let go kitten. Let me catch you.”
Knowing you were so close now, his mouth was sinfully wonderful in how the tip of his tongue toyed with the hood of your clit before rubbing the flat of it into the engorged bundle of nerves. Your walls pulsed around his fingers while every noise was an octave higher than the rest. Your poor thighs were shaking up a storm with your cunt gushing around his hand working your tight hole. Before you could really comprehend it, your vision went momentarily white as the sensations reached their apex. You came all over his face and hand, unable to keep from wailing his name as you took everything he gave you until it bordered on pain. Tears burned your eyes as it took several moments for Sylus to ease off your swollen pussy dripping in your own essence.
The growl you got from him made your toes curl as a possessive hand, the one he wasn’t eagerly lapping at with a greedy tongue, settled on the swell of your hip and squeezed the soft fat there.
“Talk to me, pretty girl. How are you feeling?”
His voice still made a fresh zing of want jump straight to your cunt as he sounded like he was barely holding onto his sanity, if the wet throbbing on your thigh meant anything.
You took several calming breaths before grunting and rolling onto your back with your legs spread wide.
“I feel like I need Mister Qin to breed this pussy…” you muttered with utter confident filth.
You branded his shocked expression into your memory as you grabbed his hips with your legs and dragged him closer until his fat cock head was poking through the fat of your thighs. You rocked your hips up to make his fat cock move along your pussy and watched as Sylus dropped his head back, groaning and rocking his own hips in kind.
“Fuck, sweetie… still need me that bad, huh?” His red eyes zeroed in on your sex-blissed face and how flushed your skin was with your tits squeezed beautifully by the red ropes.
Sylus settled his hands on the joints of your hips, rubbing into your flesh like he couldn’t help himself while his cock was weeping precum on your lower belly.
“Do you want a different position, kitten? I doubt that’s exactly… comfortable for you.”
Sylus tried to not get lost in the absolute hunger you were staring at him with. How that look in your eyes would be branded into his memory for every second he has to go without you by his side. Anytime he’d shamefully tug at his cock when having to spend the night without you because both of you were separated by entire seas.
“‘M okay.” You mumble, but he knew just what to do with his stubborn little kitty to make sure your arms didn’t fall asleep.
“Yeah…?” He cooed, dragging you to the very edge of the bed. “Well I don’t think so, but that’s okay because I got you.”
You bit your lip, eyes watching as he took his cock in hand and rubbed his tip against your clit. He let out a pleased exhale, squeezing the base of his dick firmly for several moments.
“I’ll breed your pretty pussy just like you want and your arms won’t be numb after because a silly kitty wanted to be stubborn and stay on her back.” Sylus teased, watching that denial form on your lips before pressing into you before the first word could drop.
Instead of your bratty retorts, your eyes rolled back as his fat cock spread you open without mercy. The noise that came from you felt deep from your core as Sylus was slow in filling you with every inch of him. You only felt satisfied feeling his tip kiss your cervix and the flush press of his hips to yours. Every vein teased your walls as he steadily drew his hips back halfway before snapping them forward again, forcing a cry from your lungs. Sylus sounded so fucking amazing when he graced your ears with every grunt, growl, and moan.
Just when you thought he’d really settle into a rhythm, he was sliding a hand up one of your thighs, using a firm grip to turn you partially on your side while he was still pleasantly sheathed in your pussy. Then he was testing your flexibility by drawing that leg he held up and up until one arm was hugging around your thigh and the other grasping just under your knee. This spread you way open to him and his slow rocks as he let you ease into this shift in position. All those stretches you’ve done together is the only reason the pull in your body is so delicious instead of uncomfortable.
You were helpless in his hands, but there was no panic. If anything. You burned hotter than ever as he kissed your calf and snapped his hips forward to fuck you proper. You would never admit that he was ri-
“You like this position, kitten?” His eyes were so smug you glared at him even as his dick bullied continuous mewls and moans from your lips.
When you could feel him building up to another tease, you squeezed your cunt tightly around his cock, watching his whole body curl forward slightly while he bit on your leg, lighter than last time, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips forward while you were flush together.
“Fuck…” you heard him whine your name and you knew he was lost.
All playful pretenses dropped when he was getting close because his love was too intense for him to be anything but his loving self towards you. You adored him for that.
Your eyes settled on the space between you when his hand dropped to rub into your clit, but what rocketed you towards a shared orgasm with your lover was watching his heavy thrusts bulge out your tummy, outlining his cock where it made itself home inside you. It always did. Something about it just drove you wild.
He could feel the way you drew close, tightening around him with every movement and those eyes growing glossy with tears, which was a good thing because he couldn’t hold on much longer. He could feel the way his balls drew up, that explosive release just right there-
“S-Sylus…” you whined, leg trembling in his hold as you teetered on the knife’s edge. “I love you.”
His voice cracked when he whimpered your name, burying himself to the hilt inside you before finally letting go, drowning your insides with his hot seed. His noises were higher than you’ve ever heard him as you milked him dry. This orgasm was gentler for you, a steady, fully body pleasure that left you warm and satisfied.
You nearly called out to Sylus again when you felt his evol vibrate against your skin and suddenly your arms were free again and he was laying you back down on the bed. Your arms eased forward, slow in their movements, but fast enough to embrace your loverboy when he draped his massive frame on top of you. You couldn’t help your soft laughter, so in love with this man it stunned you even when he was growing soft inside you and his cum stuffed you to the brim. Dragging a hand up his neck and into his hair, your nails scratched lightly at his scalp and made him hug you tighter.
“Love you too…” you eventually heard him mumble back, sealing the words with kisses to the red marks in your chest left behind from the ropes. “So much.”
“Gonna sleep on me, big guy?” You purred, happy to hold him like this.
“Don’t tempt me.” He groaned lowly, nuzzling and nibbling on your neck. “Need to clean you up… stretch your arms. You’re okay?”
You kissed the top of his head, your little scratches trailing down his neck and over his shoulders until he was purring.
“Yes… very good. Thank you for taking care of me, Sylus.” You murmur into his hair. You hadn’t really meant to drop your first time using the “L” word on him while he was balls deep in you, but it just slipped out like it belonged there. The warmth in your heart promised it wasn’t a measly mistake. The lingering fear in your heart didn’t even taint it.
“I think… I think whatever trust I have left in me is yours now… that’s a scary thought.” You mumble, hugging him tightly like he might float away. Like this all might be a dream.
Sylus makes you look at him though with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. His eyes are so soft it makes your insides squeeze and your bottom lip tremble.
“I’ll make sure that thought becomes a comforting one eventually.” He swears and you actually believe him for once. “I promise your trust is safe with me, but you know that already or you wouldn’t have told me you loved me would you?”
His words sweet enough to kill and you’re nodding before you realize it. Pressing a lasting kiss to your lips, he draws back to look at you a little longer before mustering up the ability to leave your embrace completely. Only to pick you up like you weighed nothing and carry you to the bathroom so he could properly tend to your after care, starting with some good stretches for your rope-imprinted arms and shoulders.
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