ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. if you wanna come, give my brother some!
synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.
content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)
wc: 4.6k
a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao
“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”
itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”
you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”
“sig tau?”
“yeah. my older brother is a member.”
you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.
“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”
he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”
“anything.”
itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”
your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”
“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“
“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“
“regardless! men are a no-no.”
itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”
you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.
itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.
“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.
“he’s shy.”
“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”
“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”
“do i have to sleep with him or something?”
“i doubt you’ll get that far.”
you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.
you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.
“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”
itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”
you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.
“it matches my hair!”
the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.
you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.
you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.
you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”
itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“
“the kitchen?”
“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”
your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—
holy shit.
definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?
“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”
you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…
“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“
“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”
“… hi.”
you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?
“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.
“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”
you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”
choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”
“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”
you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”
his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”
“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?
he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”
you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.
“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”
“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”
choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”
you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”
“… league of legends. on occasion.”
“ew.”
“hey!”
you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.
“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“
“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“
“yuji!”
you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”
“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”
“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”
choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”
“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”
you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”
“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“
you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”
on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.
choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.
then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.
oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.
you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”
he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”
you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.
you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.
“excuse me. i’m tanking.”
“your kd is tanking, you mean.”
you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”
“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”
you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”
“yeah, just like that… good.”
your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.
without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.
choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.
he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“
you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.
you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“
“you whimpered.”
his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"
his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.
"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."
"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.
you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"
he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.
“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.
you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.
“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.
“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“
you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.
he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.
“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.
he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.
you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”
his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“
“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”
he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”
“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.
your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“
“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”
your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.
“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.
you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”
he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.
“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"
"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"
your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.
"choso- holy shit-"
"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.
he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.
you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."
he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."
you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.
he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.
you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”
choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”
biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.
"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.
choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.
your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."
he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.
you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.
"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"
"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.
"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.
"choso."
"one second."
"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"
he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.
you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...
you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.
"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"
"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."
the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.
"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.
"obviously."
you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.
you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-
"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.
"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."
he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."
"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."
he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"
you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.
"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"
your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.
"cho-"
"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.
you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.
"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"
"hngh- fuck-"
you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.
"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.
squelch!
squelchh!
squelchhh!
he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!"
his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.
you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.
you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.
"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.
careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.
SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻
todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO
todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS
itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here
naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO
kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹
naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen
todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD
naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf
you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.
you love your boyfriend, but satoru has a bad habit— doomscrolling.
he even tries to get you to participate in couple trends with him, which you do. like today...
he pops up in front of you out of nowhere, phone already in your face. “babe. babe. look. this could be us, pleaseee?” he whines.
you squint at the screen. it’s a video of a couple in a car, the sound listing out restaurants playing. caption reads "cracking every time we agree <3"
they open their eyes at the same time at wendy's and the video cuts. then they’re back, hair messy, grinning like idiots.
you frown. “what happened to them? did they get their wendy's?”
gojo sighs, exasperated. “you're so old!”
“it doesn’t even make sense,” you say, pushing the phone away. “why would agreeing lead to them looking like—”
“babe, they fucked.” he says it way too casually.
you stare at him and he stares back, completely serious.
“that’s—” you stop, blink. “you want to do that...?”
"obviously! please!!" he whines, batting his eyelashes at you.
"fine..."
.. ꒰ა 𝄞͏ ໒꒱ ..
“taco bell”
yours and satoru's eyes immediately shot open, locking in agreement.
“hell yeah!" he pauses the recording, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
his mouth is on your neck, wet and sloppy.
his fingers hook into your bottoms, pulling them off along with your panties. his long fingers rub circles around your nub, causing you to squirm.
"'toru!" you scold, biting your lip as you grind against him.
"what did i do?" he blinks at you with faux innocence, pulling his fingers away from you.
you groan in response. "you know exactly wha—ngh!"
he plunges them inside you without warning, two at once, curling hard.
your hips jerk off the seat as you let out a soft whine.
“hah! already dripping for me, hm?” satoru grins smugly and pulls his fingers out to show you how wet they are before licking them clean.
you blush at the sight but can’t help but feel turned on by his shamelessness.
“'toruuu…” you whimper as he pushes your legs apart and slides down between them.
his tongue flicks over your clit and you gasp in pleasure.
he sucks on it gently before moving lower to lap up all of your juices with long slow strokes.
he finally comes back up for air, pressing a kiss to each thigh before pulling off his shorts and boxers in one go and positioning himself right in front of your slit.
“are ya ready baby?” he coos with a smirk while rubbing his cock against your folds teasingly.
“yes please toruu!” you beg desperately.
he snickers, but slowly pushes inside of you inch by inch.
he stretches you out, filling you up completely, and you gasp at the sensation, clinging to his beefy arms as he begins to move back and forth into you.
he’s rough and relentless, pushing you to your limits with each thrust. his hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pounds into you.
“toru, i’m gonna cum,” you whimper, your body trembling with pleasure.
“then do it.” he breathes, his pace quickening as he chases his own release...and taco bell.
you let go, your orgasm washing over you, satoru following soon after, spilling inside of you with a loud grunt.
he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty from the intense session.
“you were amazing,” he breathes, kissing your forehead. “can we get the taco bell now?”
"hell yeah. should i get the soft or hard taco?" you ask, putting your clothes back on.
"i dunno, but i can make your taco a meat taco." he winks smugly, doing the same.
"you're so weird!" you scoff, delivering a light slap to his chest.
he raises his hands up in mock surrender with a chuckle. "nothing wrong with that, you love me."
papa!kuna overhears your son's friends making comments about you and decides to remind them very quickly whose house they’re in.
the kitchen is warm with the quiet clatter of dishes and the soft hum of the refrigerator. sunlight spills through the window above the sink, lighting the counter where you’re slicing fruit and setting out small bowls.
from the living room comes the chaotic noise of a video game. shouting, laughing, the rapid clicking of controllers.
your son has friends over again. you lean slightly around the corner, raising your voice just enough to be heard over the tv.
“what do you guys want for lunch?”
“gyudon!” one of them calls instantly.
another groans. “not gyudon again, man.”
“burgers,” someone else says. “burgers would be good.”
your son sighs loudly. “anything but rice.”
you laugh under your breath and wipe your hands on a towel.
“okay. burgers it is. i need to grab a few things from the store though.” you slip your shoes on near the door. “i’ll be right back.”
a distracted chorus of “okay” and “yeah” follows you as you step outside and shut the door behind you.
the house settles into the background noise of the game. on the screen, characters run across a battlefield. one of the boys leans back against the couch and stretches his arms.
“your mom’s fine as fuck”
your son barely reacts at first, eyes still on the screen.
another boy snorts. “yeah, seriously.”
a third laughs quietly. “no wonder your dad is always on her.”
that gets a few chuckles.
“i mean, i get it,” one of them continues, glancing toward the kitchen even though you are gone. “if my wife looked and had a body like that i wouldn’t leave her alone either.”
your son’s character stops moving. the sound of the game continues but his controller slowly lowers in his hands. he turns his head.
“yo,” he says.
his voice is calm but tight around the edges.
“watch the way you’re talking about my mom.”
one of the boys shrugs. “what? it was a compliment.”
“it didn’t sound like one.”
the room grows quiet for a moment. then the front door opens. none of them notice at first. heavy footsteps move through the entryway. a tall figure stops at the edge of the living room.
“cut what out?”
the voice is deep. low. all four boys freeze. they turn their heads.
sukuna stands there, broad shoulders filling the doorway, one hand resting lazily against the frame. his expression is calm but his eyes are sharp in a way that makes the air feel suddenly heavier. “repeat it,” he says quietly.
no one speaks.
your son shifts uncomfortably. the other boys stare at the floor. sukuna’s gaze moves across them slowly.
“i asked a question.”
one of the boys finally mutters, “it was nothing, sir.”
sukuna steps into the room. each step is unhurried, controlled. “nothing,” he repeats. he stops beside the couch, looking down at them.
“i heard enough.”
his voice never rises, which somehow makes it worse.
“you’re in my house. sitting on my furniture. eating my food.” his eyes narrow slightly. “and you think it’s acceptable to talk about my wife like that?”
the boys shake their heads quickly.
“no, sir.”
sukuna studies them for a moment, then speaks again.
“let me make something very clear.” the room feels smaller.
“you don’t speak about women like that. not in my house. not anywhere if you have any sense in your heads.”
one of the boys swallows.
“she is my wife. she is the mother of my child.” sukuna’s gaze flicks briefly toward his son before returning to the others. “show some respect.”
“yes, sir.”
“understood?”
a chorus of nervous agreement fills the room. “yes mr. ryomen”
sukuna exhales slowly through his nose, irritation still clear in his expression. “good.”
right then the front door opens again.
“wait,” your voice calls from the entryway. “i forgot my wallet.” you step inside, already reaching for the counter where you left it. as you walk into the living room you notice the silence immediately. four boys sitting stiffly.
sukuna standing in front of them like a statue. you blink.
“what happened in here?”
your son looks like he wants to disappear into the couch. sukuna glances at you. the sharpness in his expression softens just slightly.
“nothing important,” he says.
you look between them again, suspicious but not pushing it. “...okay.”
you grab your wallet and head back toward the door. “i’ll actually be right back this time. don’t destroy the house while i’m gone.”
one of the boys practically salutes. “yes ma’am.” the door closes behind you. the boys slowly look back at sukuna. he is still staring at them.
“Satoru, pleaaasseee.” You begged, waiting on the bed with your legs spread as he grabbed a condom from the side table drawer.
“Baby, I am not risking getting you pregnant.”
“Just one time, Toru. I wanna feel you.” You whined, throwing your head back.
“You can feel me perfectly fine with the condom.” He argued.
“Noooooo,” You groaned, “I wanna feel you without the barrier. Don’t you want to feel me clench around you without it?” You pouted.
He took a deep breath, “Baby, you are making this so hard for me.”
“I know what else i’m making hard.” You looked between his face and his erect penis up against his tummy, “I think he agrees with me. He wants to feel me.”
“And if I start thinking with him, we’re going to end up pregnant.” He side-eyed you, slipping the condom over his cock.
“ughhhhh,” you kicked your feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum, “so you hate me?”
“Quit being a brat.” His palm came down harshly onto your clit, and you squealed.
“I wouldn’t have to be anything if you took that stupid thing off.” You glared at his cock.
“Quit looking at my dick like you wanna bite it.” Another harsh slap landed on your slit.
“Toru, fuck.” You groaned, “Maybe I do wanna bite it, anything to get you to remove the condom.”
“Ovulating y/n is so needy. I’m especially not taking it off when you’re like this. No babies for us.” He shook his head, rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds.
You threw your head back, “Just put it in then.”
“That’s not how we ask.” He pinched your clit and you squealed trying to pull away from him.
“Toru, please put your cock inside me.” You said monotonously.
“At least you added please, but I know you can do better than that.” He lined up with your entrance, pushing his tip in before pulling out over and over again, until your juices were dripping down his length, the squelch of your pussy filling the room each time he pushed inside.
“Need more.” You whined.
“Not until you ask, nng nicely.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, “Don’t do that.” He slapped your slit once more, earning a cry from you.
“Toruuuu,” You whined, “Please fuck me, I need you so bad.”
“There’s my good girl.” He bottomed out in one hard thrust, his balls smacking against your ass. Your back bowed off the bed, crying out as his tip hit your cervix. He pushed down on the bulge in your belly, “If you look this good with my cock in you, I do bet you’d look perfect pregnant though.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, “Please move.” You whined.
He pulled out halfway, thrusting in harshly over and over again until stars clouded your vision. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit.
“Oh baby, I love this pussy so much. She’s taking me so well, fuck,” He groaned, “Look at her sucking me in.”
You lifted your head to look between the two of you, a sticky white ring forming around the base of his cock each time he pushed back in. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sight, clenching around his length.
“Nnnghhh, mm’ getting close.” The pattern of his thrusts became sloppier, his fingers speeding up on your clit as that familiar coil built in your belly.
“That’s it, my girl. Cum for me, let me feel you cum all over my cock.” He groaned.
His words sent you over the edge, blinding white pleasure taking over your vision, crying out so loudly you were sure the neighbors would hear and you didn’t care. Your own climax gave him the extra sensation that he needed to fall as well, hips sloppily pistoning back and forth as he rode out his high.
You whined as he pulled out, laying on his back next to you, trying to catch his breath. Fuck, you were still so horny, and Satoru next to you, glistening with sweat and his chest heaving post orgasm, you could eat him alive.
“Would you stay with me if I got pregnant?” You asked.
“Of course, baby,” He breathed out, “I’m not a dick.”
“And if I baby trapped you?” You looked down to his cock growing once more.
“What are you telling me right now?” He narrowed his eyes.
“That I am about to rip that condom off of you, and ride you until I can’t see anymore, is that okay with you?”
“Baby.” He warned, “What if you get pregnant?”
“Then we will handle that later. I need your cock now.”
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, “Alright, but you’re doing all the work.”
That was all the answer you needed as you jumped up, practically ripping the condom off, and plopping yourself down on his dick without so much as a warning.
“Fuck,” He winced, “M’ still sensitive. Could’ve given me a second.” He chuckled.
“Couldn’t wait.” You moaned, rocking your hips back and forth.
His hands wrapped around your hips and you grabbed his forearms, “Nope, you said I have to do all the work.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He threw his hands up before situating them behind his head.
You splayed your palms over his chest, bouncing up and down on his cock, throwing your head back in ecstasy. This was so much better without a stupid condom. You could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock grinding against your gummy walls. You didn’t think Satoru would admit it, but from his blissed out expression, and the bit of drool on his chin, he felt the exact same way. You leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips, “Thank you, Toru.” You whispered against them.
“For what?” He laughed, letting a groan slip right after.
“For letting me feel you.” The pressure was building in your lower belly again at an alarming speed, and the twitch of his cock inside you let you know he was close again as well.
“Mmm, Toru.” You cried out, reaching between your legs to rub your clit.
“There ya go, baby. Make yourself cum on my cock, you’re doing such a good job.” He groaned out.
You threw your head back, screaming while you continued to grind down on his cock, feeling the way his seed filled you as he came undone below you, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily.
His hands landed firmly on your hips once more, “I hope that was worth it.” He breathed out.
“Was it not for you?” You ground down once more making him wince.
“You’re an evil little thing.” He chuckled, a smile gracing his beautiful face, “You satisfied?”
“Mhmm.” You nodded.
“Cool, call me when I need to pay child support.” He lifted you off of him, setting you aside and going to stand up.
“Satoru.” You whined, grabbing his arm.
“I’m just kidding, baby.” He laid back down, smiling as he kissed you, “I would avoid the child support, probably run away to somewhere remote.”
You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest, “You couldn’t get away from me even if you wanted to.”
His tongue poked through his teeth, “Well trust me, I don’t want to.” His breath ghosted over your mouth as he placed another kiss on your lips.
You sure hoped he meant what he said when two weeks later you were looking at a pink stick with two distinct lines on it.
This is still not the fic I had planned to write today. I haven’t even started that one. Oh well. This one consumed my thoughts.
*Please do not repost, copy, or use any of my works to feed your AI*
Caleb fucks like he’s in a porn shoot… and to make it even better.. he’d be the one recording you and getting every perfect angle so he could save it for later.
He’d record your teary eyes beneath him and make an excuse saying “your face looks so pretty” then subtly lower the camera to get perfect shots of his cock suffocating your tight pussy.
Eventually, after getting the closeups, he’d put the camera further away to capture both of you in frame, he’d definitely increase the pace on purpose and tease you the whole way through.
His moans would be exaggerated, but enough to know they still sound real, well of course they’re real! he’d just be really loud yk!!
And once he comes, he isn’t stopping, he will still fuck that leaking pussy until the camera dies, or until he can’t handle it anymore.
Also he would probably save three different copies of the video, one with just audio, the next with just your pretty face taking him, and finally the last one of the whole thing, raw, no cuts.
Rafayel checks his phone and almost believes he died. Reading over your message again, you call him a name he hasn’t heard in centuries.
“Where are you?”
He texts back, no dramatics, just straight to the point, already rushing out of whatever he’s doing and straight to his car. He needs to see you in person to know whether you actually remember.
Once he arrives to your apartment, he rushes up the stairs, heart almost beating out of his chest as he does so. His hand stops just short of opening the door, scared it’s just some weird coincidence. Scared that he’s all worked up over the possibility that you remember and he’s wrong. Scared that now that you remember, perhaps you don’t want him.
As his hand turns the knob, he sees you sat on your couch, eyes flickering to his face. You’re eyes red from crying as you look up at him with a new found sense of recollection.
You knew.
Rafayel rushes to you, embracing you so tightly as if you might disappear if he doesn’t. He’s barely able to suppress his own tears as you babble off apologies for forgetting and making him wait this long. He reassures you that it’s fine, that he loves you whether you remember or not.
The rest of the night is spent tangled into each others grasps whispering reassurances to one another.
a sweet fluffy smutty birthday fic inspired by sylus’s new birthday five-star ‘where hearts live’
━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: sylus x female reader (afab)
━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot
━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 4.5k
━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, references and deviations from ‘where hearts live,’ sub/switch!sylus, reader on top, outdoor sex, voyeurism kinda, honestly pretty vanilla and sweet, oral m!receiving, handjob m!receiving, hickeys and marking, vague references to sylus past memories (grassland romance or beyond cloudfall), petnames (sweetheart, dove, bird, love, precious), f!riding, booby sucking
━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | 'where hearts live' video
━ ✧.˖ A/N: happiest birthday to our most precious dragon sylus! well, today or tomorrow depending on where you are :)
this is inspired/slightly based off of sylus’s birthday memory ‘where hearts live.’ however it’s based only off what i saw in the pv as that’s when i started writing it—before the memory came out. so it might not be entirely accurate to the memory itself.
to all my sylus girlies i hope you can celebrate your man’s birthday and make happy memories with qin che <3
honestly thank @lovegasmic for this one because i wasn’t gonna write for sylus’s birthday but then a yapping misunderstanding led to this…
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖
You feel a strange sense of déjà vu, lying in the lush verdant grass under the soft rays of sun that flit through the gaps of the swaying maple tree. Maybe it’s the way the fluffy patches of grass slightly itch your lower back, or maybe it’s the warm breeze tickling your cheek as it brushes past your hair.
Like you’d been here before, in this same spot, in the strong arms of a certain crimson-eyed infamous Onichynus leader.
But that’d be ridiculously impossible, because you’d never been here before.
Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts when he shifts to face you. He leaves the arm you were snuggled into under your body, bringing his free hand up to stroke your jaw. Like he’d done many times before, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear, his scarlet eyes shining with unspoken emotion.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
You turn onto your side so that you’re facing him head on, faces inches apart, “Nothing. Just that I’m…so unbelievably happy to be here with you.”
Sylus looks surprised for a flash of a second before the shock is masked with a smug smile, “Good. I am too.”
Sylus leans in until your foreheads touch, “You have no idea how much, little bird.”
Your heart pounds at the sincerity of his words, his voice husky with molten desire. Before he can react, you press your lips into his, swallowing his faint grunt of surprise. The arm he had under your body reaches up to gently grip your hair, as if that could ground him against the unending torrent of passion he felt whenever he felt your skin under his.
What started as a quick chaste kiss quickly melts into something far more heated. Sylus’s palm finds your waist, yanking you toward him until there’s not even space for a single blade of grass between you. His fingers gently massage your scalp, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. At your squeak of surprise, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into you, tangling possessively with yours.
He smirks against your lips, pleased when you moan so damn perfectly for him, far more beautiful than anything he’d ever heard. The hand on your waist ventures to the small of your back, fingers toying with the hem of your top, raising goosebumps wherever they touch.
With his outstretched palm splayed against your spine, he pulls you impossibly closer, the unmistakable outline of his erection pressed insistently into your stomach.
“Sylus—!” you gasp when he pulls away, instead trailing his demanding lips down your jaw. Your body arches into him, head thrown back and exposing your throat to him.
“Yes?” he murmurs huskily, voice just above a mere snarl, an air of playfulness in his words that makes your toes curl. He smiles into your skin when he’s met with your wordless cry of desire, his teeth sinking gently into where your neck meets your shoulder. You were always inexplicably sensitive there, and Sylus always took advantage.
He always loved marking you there.
But suddenly he groans in annoyance, bordering on a genuine growl. Your eyes fly open, trying to see what was bothering him. You burst into laughter when you see him swatting away a fallen maple leaf that’d landed onto his cheek. With your fingertips, you grasp it, pulling it away from his face.
Twirling it between your fingers, you can’t help but tease him, “Just a leaf Sylus. Harmless.”
Sylus raises an eyebrow at you, “Nothing is harmless when it stands between me and getting to you.”
Your cheeks heat at his sweet and nonchalant declaration. Trying to distract him, you place the green maple leaf near the crown of his head, giggling at how harmlessly adorable he looks.
Sylus freezes against you, his entire body locking at your innocent actions. For a second, it’s like he’s seen a ghost, his vermillion eyes wide with surprise. He’s quick to mask it—making sure you don’t notice it, that devilish Sylus smirk falling back into place.
“What’s funny, sweetheart?”
You smile and shake your head, “It suits you. My handsome birthday boy.”
Sylus scoffs incredulously. Before you know it, the leaf drifts away from his hair. But not in the way that a natural breeze would. More intentional, in the way Sylus’s Evol might behave.
You try and grab it, but the familiar black hum of energy lifts it higher, just out of your reach.
Whining, you reach for it again, only for it to float just out of your reach. Again.
“You’re so childish,” you grumble, sitting up to try and catch it again. Sylus chuckles warmly, laying back on the grass, one arm behind his head like a pillow.
“It’s my birthday and you’re going to call me childish? Such a cruel kitten,” he smirks as he makes the leaf dance just out of your grasp. His lengthy elegant fingers twirl right in front of you as he controls his Evol—taunting you. Begging you to dare further.
You sit on your knees, bending down so you can hover your lips millimeters from his. If Sylus is taken aback, he doesn’t let it show, just staring you back down, the corner of his lip turned up in sheer amusement.
God you adored this smug bastard.
You press your hand firmly into his chest as you close the distance between your lips, your fingers toying with the collar of his shirt, your nails gently grazing along his bare chest. You nearly grin when you feel his sharp inhale, the arm he had under his head coming up to grip your hips.
When his tongue teases the seam of your lips, demanding entry—you relent and let him take control. In that brief moment of impassioned distraction, your eyes crack open and your free hand grabs at the still-floating maple leaf.
You just barely graze it before it flickers out of your reach.
“Minx,” he chuckles against your wet lips, his thumb pressing into your pout, “You’ll have to be more clever than that.”
You let out a whine of frustration, sitting up again, “I don’t like this game.”
Sylus chuckles, his laugh like a deep warm chocolate, your name rolling off his tongue teasingly, “Well I do, love. And I seem to remember you making a big fuss about it being my birthday.”
With a flick of his lengthy fingers, the green leaf flits in front of you, tickling your cheek. As you flinch, your face scrunched up with playful annoyance, it floats down from your face to Sylus’s chest.
Quickly, you clasp your palms over each other into Sylus’s chest to try and catch it, the metal of his necklace cool against your clammy skin. It only floats further down, your palms following it, pressing into his abdomen, the defined ridges of his muscles hot under your touch.
Sylus smiles as he watches you, like a cat trying to catch a laser. His kitten.
As the delicate maple continues to breeze further down, your patience runs dry, replaced with a scheming mischief. Your fingers continue south with the leaf, just like before—except this time the goal isn’t to catch it.
Sylus’s entire body tenses as your hands find his belt, quickly undoing it, the maple stuttering in the air—forgotten. Your fingers trail into his pants, teasing the waistband of his boxers, enjoying the way his body subtly leans into yours, chasing your touch.
“See, isn’t this a far better game?” you coo, fingers wrapping around his already hardening cock. Sylus hisses, his sharp jaw locked as his hand shoots out to roughly grab your chin.
He angles your face up to look at him, his lips parted slightly with heavy breaths, “It’s a dangerous game, kitten.” And yet, he doesn’t stop you. If anything, his body presses more desperately into you, demanding you to take him harder.
And so you do, your fingers gripping just tightly enough to make his breath hitch with need. You lean down slightly so your hair falls over his face, intentionally letting it tickle him.
Sylus lets out a guttural groan, his hips bucking uncharacteristically into your tight fingers. He was normally a man of unmatched control, typically making you lose control. But right at this moment, under the lush canopy of green, the glowing skylight peeking through, in the open field, where anyone could find you. Anyone could see the way you belonged wholly to each other and only each other?
That was enough to drive him utterly insane—putty in your perfect hands.
“Faster,” he demands, a growl ripping from his throat, “Just how you know I like it.”
You giggle, jerking him as best as you can under the confines of his dress pants. “Already making demands, Sy? Weren’t you just teasing me?”
He only grunts, hips jerking up into you, one hand clutching the poor grass beside him. It takes every shred of self control he has to keep from pulling you down to use those beautiful lips instead.
“Sweetheart…” he grits out, entire upper body heaving against the flat grassy ground.
You bend over so that you can kiss his trembling jaw, your hand still working diligently against the fabric of his pants, “Yeah Sylus?”
The way you purr his name has Sylus cursing lowly, “It’s my birthday, princess.”
You giggle at the near whiny timbre of his words, knowing that’s as close as a ‘please’ you’re going to get. Eyes falling on the abandoned maple leaf, resting on his lapel, you grin cheekily at him.
“It is your birthday,” you sing, reveling in his desperate short breaths, “And since you’ve decided to play nice…” You grab the green leaf with your free hand, twirling it in between your fingers. Similarly, with your other hand, you thumb gently at his leaking tip, knowing just how sensitive Sylus is there.
Placing the maple behind his ear, you gingerly withdraw your hand from inside his bottoms. Sylus nearly jerks, sitting up slightly to look at you in disbelief. Before he can protest, you undo his belt, pulling the zipper down, freeing his unbelievably excited cock. You gulp as you admire it—thick, red, and leaking with his unending need for you.
For a second, Sylus’s eyes dart around, making sure no one could possibly see the filthy things you were about to do to him. But of course, there wasn’t a soul in sight, save for the two shared souls lying under the maple tree. And even if there was…he wouldn’t exactly mind.
He loved to show off what was solely and irrevocably his.
Sylus twitches in your hands at the thought, waiting for your next move. His chest heaves as he watches you climb between his legs, leaning forward to place a heated kiss against his tip, the tip of your tongue lapping up the salty pearls of essence.
The feeling makes his hips jerk, his jaw slack with pent up desire. Desire that he was desperately holding back, to let you take control. Even though it was his birthday, he wanted to give you that, knowing how much you liked when he let you take the lead.
”Christ…” Sylus growls, his hands shredding the grass beneath them. His broken words fuel you with confidence, your lips enveloping him entirely, jaw unhinged to accommodate his ridiculous size.
“Perfect little mouth,” Sylus praises, voice strangled, fingers gently threading into your wind tousled hair. He only maintains a light, but firm, pressure—not wanting to control the pace, enjoying how badly you want to please him. On his birthday.
His precious little dove.
You hum happily, the vibrations shaking Sylus to his core. His hips have a mind of their own, rutting upward no matter how much he wants to let you have the lead. He pants as his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat, the unbelievable tight warmth a sensation he’d never get used to.
You choke, eyes watering, as you slide him further down your throat, using your fingers to jerk his base, stroking his heavy set balls. The spring breeze reminds the both of you just how compromising your predicament was. Well less compromising and more so downright indecent.
In the back of your head you know no one would catch the two of you—this small little meadow tucked away in a secluded plot of land Sylus had acquired. Strictly private property.
But the idea of it still made the apex of your thighs sticky with desire.
Glancing up through your teary fluttering eyelashes, you moan over him as you watch the dark heated way he watches you, a thin layer of sweat shining on his chiseled face. That look alone is enough to have your legs clenching, trying to control the wet warmth blooming between your thighs.
Sylus’s fingers tighten in your hair, but instead of pushing you down, he gently massages your scalp, encouraging—praising you.
When your tongue does that wicked thing you’d learn he loved, his grip tightens and his hips buck up fiercely. You gag, pulling back your teeth, nearly taking his entire length up into your throat.
With a torrid curse, Sylus hoists you off his lap. A whine rips from your lips, already missing the way he perfectly stretched out your mouth, his hot soft skin against your tongue.
“Get on top,” Sylus demands gruffly. It’s less of a demand and more of a heated, desperate plea. You raise an eyebrow at him, to which he groans and captures your chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Won’t last very long like this,” he rasps, eyes deep like a red wine, “And I want to be inside you. Need to be inside you. Please.”
His rare plea makes you fold instantly. Swinging your leg over his lap, you hike your skirt up, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. The cool outdoor breeze makes you shudder, feeling unbelievably exposed against the elements.
Sylus notices, his fingers tenderly gripping your thighs and his palms rubbing up and down, the friction making warmth spread from where his hands explore your skin. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with adoration and undeniable heat. For a split second he’s frozen, his eyes widening fractionally. So slightly you almost don’t notice it.
“Sylus?”
The white-haired man doesn’t respond, hit with his own sense of déjà vu. The way your hair softly fluttered in the wind, the canopy of greenery framing the space behind your head, your weight pressing comfortingly into his lap. The other half of his soul staring down at him, devastatingly and heart-achingly beautiful.
In another life, he’d been in this exact spot—looking up just like this.
“Nothing, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice velvet against the breeze, “Just thinking about what a wonderful birthday it’s been.”
Your heart flutters at his surprisingly soft words before you lean down to brush heated kisses into his jaw, down to his ear.
“Your birthday’s just started.”
You line up with the tip of his aching erection, your skirt lifting slightly against the current of the wind. The initial stretch always inevitably stung—Sylus’s impressive size never something you could fully prepare yourself for. Even so, as you sank down inch by inch your core fluttered excitedly—appreciatively—around him.
“Just like that,” Sylus groans, “You always take me so perfectly, kitten.” He swears under his strangled breath when you seat yourself fully, his hands still gripping your thighs, hugging them tightly to him.
His fingers dig in, enjoying how soft your skin is against his calloused hands, unconsciously flexing at how wonderfully tightly you squeeze him. The wind carries off your strangled moan, body tightening as you adjust to his size, shivering at the soothing circles he rubs into your thigh.
“Gonna move now, ‘kay Sylus?” you choke out, the muscles of your quads trembling as you lift yourself incrementally.
Sylus groans in approval, nearly at his wit’s end but not wanting to rush you. There would be unending opportunities for him to take you how he wanted—but right now, he wanted you to take care of him.
“Please do,” he grunts, chest heaving irregularly as you lift yourself off him—leaving just his tip nestled inside you, “Need to feel you.”
That’s all the encouragement you need to start rhythmically bouncing on his lap, your palms supporting your weight, pressed flat against his chest.
“Ngh—always so full,” you choke out, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding rays of the sun, “Always feel—hah—s’good, Sy.”
Sylus’s hands instinctively move from your thighs to your hips, giving just the slightest lift of support. His scarlet eyes follow yours, lips parted in overwhelming pleasure as he watches you ride him.
“You’ve no idea—” Sylus hisses as you clench around him, “How beautiful you are. How perfectly you wrap around me.”
Sylus sits up suddenly, wrapping his muscled arms around your body and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He doesn’t take control—rather supporting you in your impassioned movements, encouraging you to take what you need from him.
“You were made for me,” his voice is velvet and deep, “Made to take me like this.”
You whine, heart skipping at his honey’d words, inadvertently clamping down on him—entire body reacting viscerally to him.
Sylus grunts, fingers moving deftly to remove your jacket and expose your bare shoulders. His lips latch onto the column of your neck urgently as you squeeze him, feeling just how tight you were—how irresistibly he fit inside of your perfect heat.
“Sy-Sylus!” you cry out as his teeth gently sink into your pulsepoint. Your rhythm falters—not just from his sharp teeth and expert tongue, but by his possessive fingers that map out the goosebumps on your shoulders.
Even with the steady breeze, you don’t feel cold against Sylus’s protective hold, his hands touching you in every exposed spot. Your thighs shake, your bounces slowing to deep rolls—clit brushing against his coarse hair at every deliberate wave.
“Shit—” Sylus curses when he inches back so he can see you fully, your body arched beautifully for him as you lean backwards, palms flat against the grass by his legs. His fingers trace a deliberate trail down your jaw and collar, until they’re toying with the lace of your top. He traces the thin strap, hooking it delicately with his fingers, pulling gently until they’re slipping off your shoulders.
He pulls until the lace top falls just below your breasts, your nipples peaking instantly as they meet the outdoor breeze. You squeal, hips faltering, when Sylus’s warm fingers pinch down against the pebbled flesh.
Sylus smirks in satisfaction, “How lucky am I?” He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you firmly forward until your foreheads gently knock together.
”Spending my birthday with…” he trails off, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding surrender. Pulling away, his warm breath against yours, “the other half of my heart. Of my soul.”
Your body tightens, chest and core, at his unbelievably genuine and heartfelt words. It was all too much—the way he was stretching you out, the way he looked at you like you were the only one who saw him.
Hips rolling in a broken rhythm, you whisper, “S-Sylus—so close! W-Want to cum f’you.”
Sylus’s ruby eyes darken to near black swirls of smoke, “There’s no other gift you could give me that I would want more.”
His fingers find your hips, supporting you in your desperate movements as you chase a pleasure only he could give you. The pressure of his grip is bruising—so pleasantly delicious as you neared the precipice of your peak.
Your eyes widen when you hear a faint rustling and the distinct sound of voices, trespassers or hikers who’d ventured off the trail. They sounded far—too far to witness the absolute debauchery that was yours and Sylus’s joined bodies—but close enough that your entire body freezes with fear.
As your body stutters to a stop, Sylus growls with dissatisfaction. Almost entirely indifferent to the prospect of being caught—or rather excited by it—Sylus takes over your rhythm, using his thighs to bounce you and one hand to support you.
His other hand comes to clasp over your mouth, gently muffling your sounds—pace unrelenting. While the risque situation is unbelievably arousing, the thought of showing the world just how irrevocably his you were—in reality your modesty and comfortability was always at the forefront of Sylus’s mind.
“Careful, precious. Wouldn’t want to draw unwanted attention,” he murmurs gruffly, determined to feel you cum around him. Just like he can feel the way you squeeze excitedly around him at the prospect of being caught, you can feel him twitching inside you.
“Would love to show you off,” he smirks into your skin, nipping gently at your hickey-bruised shoulders, “But let’s save that for another time.”
“On my birthday…I refuse to share you.”
Sylus seals your fate when his hand leaves your waist to paw at your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel the tension in your gut explode against him. Your scream is muffled by his palm, still an absolute symphony to him.
Your unmistakeable climax triggers Sylus’s, his fingers abandoning your clit so his arm can wrap around you, pressing you tighter into his abdomen—holding onto you so possessively that it quite literally intensifies your orgasm, convulsing uncontrollably in his arms.
His soft lips close over your exposed nipple as he ruts up into you, his movements demanding but tender. His skilled tongue prolongs the waves of your release, drawing it out as long as possible.
Somewhere in the back of your head, you register the faraway voices disappearing altogether. Sylus releases your jaw, red eyes shadowed with deep and dark desire.
“So damn tight,” he grunts into the wet flesh of your breast, his own orgasm fast approaching, “Could spend forever buried inside of you.”
He throws his head backward with uncontrollable ecstasy as he teeters over the edge and into oblivion, “Close, sweetheart.”
You whine as he fucks you into overstimulation, “O-Oh God, Sylus. Please–!” Your hands tremble as they cup his face, angling him so that your foreheads touch, exchanging heated breaths.
“Gonna cum inside,” Sylus grits out, his rhythm stuttering. Though his words are commanding—leaving no room for argument—his tone conveys that of seeking permission. His deep wine red eyes searching yours for approval before he does anything.
It’s nearly comical, seeing as you almost always let him do just that. Begged for it, even.
“Course Sy,” you murmur into his ear, the aftershocks of your orgasm spasming against him, nearly pulling his release from him.
“It’s your birthday after all.”
With a heated and impassioned groan of your name, his teeth digging into that one spot he’s so obsessed with on your shoulder, Sylus explodes inside you. He bites hard enough to leave indentations, not hard enough to break skin—tongue soothing the sensitive area. He doesn’t bother covering your mouth this time, letting your beautiful scream, a mix of pleasure and pain, ring unabashed in the meadow.
Sylus hugs you incredibly tight and close as he releases ropes of hot thick seed into you, almost as if ensuring you’d receive all of him. Which you always did—happily.
“That’s it, my love,” Sylus rasps into your ear, “Take it all. For me.” You can feel him still spurting inside you—chest heaving against yours, your hearts beating in unison against one another. He rocks his hips gently, stuffing you with his unending pearly essence, marking you from the inside out.
You moan gently into the crook of his neck, feeling his warmth mixed with yours starting to seep down your thighs, even as he continues to release into you. His breath is strangled as his movements start to falter, his fingers flexing into the soft skin of your thighs.
“Perfect…” Sylus’s velvet voice murmurs, hands abandoning your thighs so that he can wrap his arms around you. For a moment, he just holds you snugly against him, one hand stroking your hair, the other rubbing tenderly against your exposed shoulder, keeping you warm. You can’t see, but Sylus’s ruby irises are drawn to the sky—admiring the cloudy sky.
“What are you thinking about?” you mumble, clearing your hoarse throat. Pulling away, you adjust the straps of your lacy top back over your shoulders and look at him fully.
With his face angled toward the sky, the corner of Sylus’s lips quirk upward, the faintest smile ghosting his chiseled face. Slowly, he turns to face you, fingers tracing your jaw reverently.
“Nothing. You always look so beautiful under the clouds,”
Your heart stutters at his words, cheeks warming noticeably under his tender gaze. When you avert your eyes shyly, you spot the green maple leaf still neatly tucked away in Sylus’s soft silver hair. You stifle your giggles, teeth digging into your bottom lip to hold back your grin.
Sylus raises his eyebrow at you, his thumb tracing the corners of your lips. Following your line of sight, his hand comes up to comb through his hair and gently pick out the green leaf.
“Party pooper,” you mutter childishly. Sylus only chuckles, placing the maple leaf behind your own ear, tucking your hair behind it.
“It looks far better on you,” he says, his eyes glittering in amusement, “Consider it a gift.”
You roll your eyes, shifting slightly as your legs start to fall asleep—still seated atop his lap with his cock inside you.
“It’s your birthday. Hardly seems appropriate for the birthday boy to be handing out presents.”
Sylus smirks mischievously, readjusting his hands onto your hips and biting back a pleasured groan as you squirm on his lap—growing unmistakably more excited by the second.
“Trust me love, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to give me what I want.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “What’s that supposed to mean? Did Luke and Kieran tell you what I got you?! I swear I'm going to kill th—”
Sylus presses his thumb onto your lips, effectively shutting you up with an amused chuckle.
“The only thing I want, I already have.”
Your stomach flutters as you feel Sylus hardening inside of you, never having quite softened in the first place. Your breath catches as he gently palms your abdomen, pressing down ever so slightly.
“I just want to be buried here, forever.”
He leaves no room for you to speak, his thumb pressing into your mouth and against your tongue. You moan gently when he gives you one single languid roll of his hips.
“But I already know you’ll protest that, so we’ll have to start with just today.”
You yelp when Sylus pulls you down with him as he lays down flat against the grassy floor, rutting up into your g-spot again. The flickering spots of sunlight paint his face in such an ethereal glow that it almost distracts you from the hungry—predatory glint sparkling in his crimson irises. Almost.
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