inspired by this ask that sweet @rafayelkisses left, i love ur brain so much mwah
"Slap me."
The words, spoken in his husky, wanting voice, makes your movements falter on his lap.
"What?"
Sylus groans, one large hand cupping your ass and forcing you right back into an unforgiving rhythm on his cock.
"You heard me, sweetie." His nose brushes along your neck before he pulls back. One eyes pulses with need so intense it makes your cheeks warm. "Slap me. On the face."
Your fingers curl against his shoulders. You bite your lip as you rise and fall on his length, each thrust dragging a rough sound from his throat.
Slowly, you lift your hand.
Your fingers twitch with hesitation before your palm connects with his cheek. It's not gentle by any means. But it isn't hard, either.
Sylus exhales sharply, his aether core immediately flaring brighter. His grip on your skin tightens, jaw flexing as he starts meeting your thrusts until his mushroom tip is bullying your cervix.
"Harder," he growls.
You mewl, nails raking down his chest, unable to think of anything coherent for a brief second.
"S-Syâ!"
Sylus, impatient in a way he usually never is, allows his hand to come down on your ass cheek, hard.
The provoking slap rings out alongside the wet sounds of your joining, and the sting makes you gasp. His fingers immediately squeeze the tender flesh afterwards, as if daring you to give him exactly what he's asking for.
Fine.
You lift your hand and smack it across his cheek with real effort this time, hard enough that his head turns from the force. When he looks back at you, his cheek is blooming pink.
Or maybe he's just blushing.
"F-Fuck, kitten," he moans, the sound quite needy from someone who had been so demanding only seconds ago.
He leans forward to steal a kiss, but the moment his lips crash into yours, his cock throbs violently inside you. Sylus shudders as he cums, trembling against your mouth.
TW. masturbation (m + f), missionary, RAWWWW (GUYS WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT), he has like a thing for you scratching him till he bleeds?? okay bye
contrary to popular belief, xavier was loud. not in the traditional way of laughing too hard or talking over people, no, xavier made everything else loud.
when heâd answered your roommate ad, heâd been quiet as a mouse. honestly, it was half the reason youâd accepted him so fast. soft-spoken, polite, clean? in this economy?
within the first few weeks, though, you realized he wasnât quiet at all.
music blasting through paper-thin walls, horror movies at a criminally high volume, youtube shorts playing on max like headphones were a nuisanceâno wonder he seemed silent. he surrounded himself with enough noise to do the talking for him.
unfortunately for you, he was perfect in every other way.
he never left the kitchen dirty (mostly because he never actually used it) and your share of the bills was always paid before you even remembered they existed. compared to everyone else your age who treated deadlines like vague suggestions, you decided you could live with the noise.
plusâŠhe wasnât that bad.
he was funny, had annoyingly good taste in tv shows, and, unfortunately, he was attractive. like, really fucking hot.
any time you actually managed to get irritated with him, heâd stroll out of the bathroom with a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist, droplets sliding down sharp v-lines and a sculpted stomach that sat directly at your eye level making you forget whatever you had been upset about in the first place.
all things considered, he wasnât the worst.
except for nights like this.
you heard it before youâd even gotten your keys out of your pocket, muffled dialogue leaking through your apartment walls the second you stepped inside.
you dropped your bag by the couch, trying to ignore it as you looked through the fridge for something to eat. âitâll be over by the time iâm in bedâ you repeated like a mantra, beginning dinner while scrolling on your phone. the noise blurred into the background the same way all of xavierâs noise eventually did, until it didnât.
because when you crawled into bed an hour later, freshly showered and in comfortable pyjamas, it was still going.
you stared at the ceiling.
another muffled sound drifted through the wall as your eyes narrowed. with a long sigh, you shoved your blankets aside and dragged yourself down the hallway, mentally preparing the speech already sitting on the tip of your tongue.
you lifted your hand towards his door, about to twist knob until you heard a moanâŠof your name.
what the fuck?
heat crawled up your neck as you eavesdropped, the sound of skin slapping becoming increasingly apparent.
âfuck starlightâ his voice whined, spitting into his hand before the wet slaps resumed. âso fuckinâ good for meâ
your mouth felt dry. of course you thought xavier was hot, but had the feeling always been mutual?
you leaned forward with an ear pressed against the door, eyes squinting in an attempt to hear better. his bed creaked repeatedly before letting out a final grunt, inconsistent thrusts slowing down until everything fell silent.
the sound of footsteps padding across the floor jolted you from your thoughts. your body moved on instinct, dropping onto the couch just as his bedroom door opened.
âhey, star,â he smiled.
completely normal, relaxed, like the sound of his voiceâhis groansâwasnât still rattling through your skull. his chest gleamed faintly with sweat as he looked at you.
ânight,â you blurted, fleeing to the safety of your room before he could respond.
your heart raced through the night, replaying the way heâd sounded until embarrassment slowly curdled into irritation.
not only was xavier loud in the apartment, now he had to be loud in your fucking head too?
by the time you were getting ready for work, youâd settled on a new objective: torture him back. it was only fair.
the sound of someone clearing their throat snapped you back to the present. your tea had gone cold between your hands while you sat glaring at xavierâs unfairly perfect back.
his muscles shifted as he washed last nightâs dishes before casually pouring himself a bowl of cereal. you were still brainstorming ways to make him suffer when you realized heâd been talking to you.
âwhats running through that pretty head?â he asked far too smoothly. you rolled your eyes automatically, a snarky response already forming before your plan clicked into place.
slowly, you stood from your seat at the island, dumping your cold tea into the sink before letting your hands settle on his shoulders.
his muscles tensed beneath your palms, the tiny reaction making satisfaction curl warmly in your chest.
âjust thinking about what a nice view this is to wake up to.â
he nearly choked on the spoon in his mouth.
you didnât stick around to admire your work though, skipping off to finish getting ready before leaving for work with a smug grin pulling at your lips.
usually your shifts dragged by, but today flew. you stepped through the apartment door practically buzzing, kicking off your shoes, until the silence hit you.
xavier worked evenings.
your smile faltered as you remembered he wouldnât be home until well past midnight.
with a sigh, you reheated leftovers, set aside a portion for the villain you unfortunately lived with, and spent the next hour meal prepping for the week.
eventually, you started toward your room only to pause at the sight of Xavierâs door slightly cracked open.
slowly, you drifted toward it, leaning against the frame as you took in the comfortable mess of his room.
a few abandoned pairs of shoes crowded the corner, but aside from that, he was annoyingly tidy. the bed was made, his nightstand was almost empty, save for the remote and a bottle of water. simple, veryâŠhim.
against your better judgment, you stepped inside. the room smelled like clean linen and something distinctly Xavier.
your eyes landed on the bed. you hated that your thoughts immediately betrayed you, your brain transporting you back to hearing him tangled in those sheets.
before you could overthink it, you sat down, the mattress dipping beneath your weight being much softer than you expected.
your hand ran absently across the blanket, suddenly overwhelmed by how much of him seemed to linger in the room. slowly relaxing into the warmth of his bed, you inched your hand across your own skin, nerves lighting up with every movement. your breath caught as you went back to last night, imagining your roommate in his bed doing the same.
fabric rustled as your legs fell open, a hand slipping below your pants to alleviate the heat building. your fingers met wet skin before dipping in, circling your clit as a shaky exhale left your mouth.
âx-xavâŠâ you whined, eyes tightly shut as you continued to please yourself. the shame of doing this in his bed had you dangerously close already, hand speeding up while clutching the sheets below you.
a whimper fell from your throat, nearly falling over the edge until the sound of a bag hitting the ground snapped your eyes open.
âdonât stop on my account, looked like you were closeâ
you shrieked as you scrambled for the blanket, attempting to regain a sense of decency. âwhy are you here?!â you shouted, heat rushing to your cheeks as your eyes scanned the room for anything else to look at.
xavier chuckled, pulling his sleeves up as he took a step to the bed. âme?â he questioned, voice dripping with amusement. âthis is my room, starlight. why are you here?â
you stuttered while trying to come up with an excuse, pulling the sheets impossibly higher and praying the bed would just swallow you whole.
his feet padded across the room, stopping just before the bed with his shadow cast above you.
âhad me thinking of you all day, yâknow that? made me think i was going crazy, but you wanted me just as bad huh?â
the immediate shake of your head earned a scoff from him, his fingers lifting your chin to make eye contact. âdonât fuckinâ lie to me.â
your eyes widened, heat building between your thighs once again at the harsh tone he spoke with.
âh-heard you the other day, iâm sorry but then couldnât stop thinking about it andââ
you spoke a mile a minute, only slowing down when xavier took a seat next to you.
he nodded, tongue in his cheek while he looked at you. âtook you long enough. canât believe you didnât notice the missing panties or teddy firstâ.
eyebrows quirked, you looked around his room before he pulled a box from beneath his bed, opening it to reveal several pairs of your underwear, along with the first plushie he won for you from the claw machine.
your mouth dried at the sight, a chill wracking through your body as you watched xavier pull out a light blue pair.
âthese ones are my favouriteâ he mumbled, moving it to his nose just for you to lunge at him in an attempt to stop. in your panic, you forgot to keep the blanket held up, landing in his lap.
the two of you stared at each other for a while before he broke the silence. âyouâre rightâŠâ, his voice merely above a whisper, âdonât need them when i have the real thingâ.
his lips inched closer to yours, breath fanning across your face until you closed the distance between you two. he groaned against your mouth, a hand immediately shooting up to press you even closer. you shook as his tongue entered your mouth, eagerly lapping up as much as he could before withdrawing from you, a string of spit connecting you to him.
kisses pressed down your neck before landing at your breasts, lifting your shirt for full access. his pupils dilated at the realization you had no bra on, not wasting another second before enveloping a nipple in his mouth. he moaned at your taste, using his other hand to knead the neglected breast.
your mind raced as you tried to process what was going on, completely enamoured by your roommates bold behaviour.
âtouch yourselfâ
the vibrations against your chest made you look down at him, confused on the order.
âlet me see what you were doing before i got hereâ
you blushed as he let you off his lap, your pants falling as you stood before him. he sat back, hands bracing against the bed before he nodded towards his lap. âdonât get shy on me now, starlight.â
you straddled his thighs once more, this time moving your own hand to grope your breasts, fingers trailing towards your heat. he licked his lips while grabbing your thighs, grip bruising.
slick lined your thighs as you began to slowly circle your clit once more, the heat of his body below you egging you on.
âxav..â you whined, head falling to his shoulder in embarrassment.
âdonât do that, waited so long for thisâ
your hand sped up at the sound of his hoarse voice, hips jumping in sensitivity the longer you went. just as you were about to reach the edge, he pulled your hand away, bringing your fingers to his lips.
running his tongue across your fingers, xavier threw you on his bed before beginning to undress himself, the absence of his pants revealing a large bulge with a prominent wet spot already at the tip.
you began to second think the situation, wondering if it would ruin your dynamic as roommates until he pressed his lips against yours once more, sucking on your tongue as he pressed himself against your bare cunt.
âmy starâŠâ he groaned, pushing his boxers down and letting his cock slap against your wet heat.
your hips jumped at the sensation, his tip catching on your entrance from the action leaving the both of you moaning. âhurryâŠâ you mumbled, still shy despite how exposed you were.
xavier smirked at the command, grabbing the base of his cock before slapping it on your swollen nub. âdemanding stuff from me?â he questioned, continuing his ministrations and relishing in the way you convulsed. âafter being so dirty on my bed, youâre telling me to just fuck you already? here i thought you were a good girlâŠâ
you pouted at the tone in his voice, hands running up snd down his bare shoulders as you stared up with doe eyes. âiâm sorry, xavâŠplease? put it in?â
he blushed at the lewd words spoken with such a sweet voice, nodding as he lined himself up and slowly sank into you.
âoh fuck, starlight. better than i ever thought,â he spoke, veins in his neck bulging with the restraint he was exerting to not bottom out in one thrust. when you finally felt the hairs at the base of his cock rub against your clit, you felt fuller than ever. âs-so bigâ you moaned, scratching down his back causing xavier to begin fucking in and out of you, thrusts becoming erratic with each movement.
âh-harderâ he cried, one hand grabbing his headboard for more leverage to thrust into you. âfuck, scratch me harder angel, wanna bleedâ
you nodded desperately, running your nails down his back with more force, cunt throbbing when he let out a pornstar like moan. âholy sh-shitâŠfuck, again please. punish me for being a creep baby.â
you felt his thumb come down to rub at your clit, bringing you close to the climax youâd been denied twice already.
your nails gripped at his skin again, harsher than before. feeling the skin beneath them give in, you brought them down to the base of his back, finally falling over the edge as he pressed down on your clit the same time a tear fell from his eyes.
âf-fuck that hurts, feels sâgood, gonna fill you upâ he chanted against your neck, spurts of cum spraying inside you in time with the droplets of blood running down his spine.
you laid below him as the two of you rode out your respective orgasms. the sound of heavy breathing was the only audible thing in the room as his cock twitched inside you, slowly hardening once more.
18+ mdni | gege caleb always comes home during exam season to help u destress
TW. fingering, massages
caleb always took time off from the DAA during your exams to make sure you were taking care of yourself. as much as you argued that you were an adult and didnât need him, he knew you loved when he babied you. he could easily tell you liked it from the way your cheeks flushed every time he brought you food, patting your head and telling his âsmart girlâ to not work so hard.
plus, in a way it was a vacation for him. yes he was doing way more laundry, cooking, and cleaningâbut it was for you. in skyhaven he was doing the same stuff but had been constantly thinking about where you were, what you were doing, who you were with. now he didnât have to guess.
so every time you made a joke about him being a âhouse husbandâ, he laughed and happily agreed, saying itâs what he was born to do. you thought the label was funny, but caleb liked it because it extended his duties, and he made sure to follow through on them.
his favourite of all was after you finished all your exams and had him work out the knots that developed from stress. he was shocked at how tense you got, spending hours upon hours smoothing out your muscles with baby oil, relishing in the little gasps you let out every time he got close to where you really needed him.
âcmon sweets, try and relax for meâ
âyouâre so sensitive pipsâ
âalready squirming and i havenât even touched you properly yetâ
after caleb felt youâd been teased enough, heâd finally move his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples before bringing his fingers between your thighs, eyeing the slick forming.
âlooks like i donât need to use any more oil hereâ heâd tease, finally circling your clit with the pad of his index finger, cock swelling at the way your hips jumped. he never made it about him though, this was for you. his fingers only sped up after you moaned his name, begging your gege to stop teasing.
two fingers dipped into your entrance causing your cunt to immediately convulse around the intrusion, clit throbbing as his thumb pressed down. when you finally let go for him and came with a cry of his name on your tongue, he moved your thighs apart, kneeling between them before starting the process over with his tongue.
The Colonel Behind Closed Doors (Is Your Good Boy)
summary °â§àšà§ Calebâs favorite place to be is at your feet, leashed like a dog. he tries to be a good boy, but you make it challenging, pushing him until he breaks.
content °â§àšà§ pet play/collar + leash, humiliation/degradation. teasing, begging, bondage, spitting in mouth, stepping on him, praise, crying/dacryphilia, orgasm control (delay&forced), overstimulation, drugs mentioned as a metaphor, mentions he previously failed to pull out, calls himself your âbitch boyâ once, sucking fingers, masturbation/fingering, squirting, pet names, he humps your shoe, he licks his own pre-cum, he cums untouched (again), some cuddling aftercare
a/n °â§àšà§ may contain errors. Iâve looked at this too much & can barely tell how it sounds anymore. <3
The colonel instills fear with a mere glance. His name alone summons dread. He fits the role so well that it appears innate. Many assume itâs just his constant disposition.
They couldnât be more wrong.
Plenty of layers lie beneath that mask of a cold-hearted superior. He sits at the hierarchyâs pinnacle, yet thereâs someone he answers to, of his own volition; no ulterior motifs, hidden strategy, or power to be gained.
Their commander is under your commandâunder your heel.
That dangerous, imposing force pines for your approval. So, heâs made to work for it.
Stripped naked, he sits obediently on the floor, staring up at you like heâs seeing God. Uniform tossed to the couch, his authority is discarded, all transferred to you.
âGonna be a good boy for me?â Your stiletto hovers over his crotch, nearly grazing it, before digging into his upper thigh.
âMhmm, iâll be so soo good.â Heâs brimming with energy, livened by those two simple words. As always, they melt him into something so malleable.
His lips part as you brush over them, quivering under your thumb. Drool seeps from the corners.
âThis is all youâre getting for now. Open.â
Youâd been letting saliva accumulate. With his immediate compliance, it descends onto his tongue. Emitting a lengthy groan, he allows your spit to linger there, mixing with his. He revels in its presence, before swallowing. Eyes shining with excitement, he awaits further instructions, practically foaming at the mouth to serve you.
Heâs your sweet little petâstriving for perfect adherence to each rule. If told to sit and roll over, there would be no hesitation.Â
He's on a tight leash, woven into your palm.
And itâs not solely metaphorical.
The ruthless colonel loves to be collared.
Red leather encircles his neck. Dangling from the center, is a silver dog-tag engraved with his name. The strap fastened to him is kept taut. He moans with each assertive tug.
To him, nothing is hotter than being thrust into submission. It has his tip dripping, tinged an angry blend of red-purple hues. The veins on his shaft are so pronounced, like marking a path, imploring you to follow.
âAww, your cock is already crying for me, what a needy boy you areâŠgonna have to be still though, okay? Can you do that for me?â
He nods with genuine conviction. However, determination wonât be enough. Failure is a promise reinforced by each moment.
Especially, once the ultimate temptation is level with him.
Wrists bound by rope and a verbal order, heâs denied permission to touch. Escape would be easy, you both know that. Of course, some knotted fibers are utterly useless against him. But that adds to the fun. Itâs harder to resist when giving in would be so simple.
Your bare pussy is so close. Its heat whispers against his skin, beckoning him.
He leans forward slightly.
âStay.â
That strict tone makes his cock dance. His shaky apology is silenced by the parting of your folds. The wetness is audible as they reveal your fluttering hole. A trail of your essence spans to your ass, each glistening bead chased by another.
The remedy to his thirst is smeared slowly over your pussy, flaunting what heâs been barred from. He tracks every movement, teeth puncturing his bottom lip. Unable to claw him from his trance, the blood goes unnoticed.
Two fingers slip past your entrance, a drawn-out sigh past your lips. âhahâeverythingâs so sensitive, even my small fingers are just sooo muchhh. Nothing compared to the stretch yours would giveâŠmmm, down to the knuckle, prying me apart.â
Like a puppy begging for nourishment, his pupils are massive, fixed on the meal in front of him. The proximity stirs his taste buds; he swears they detect a faint trace of the flavor. Itâs carved into his memory, taunting him with recollection thatâs too vivid, yet too hollow. The urge to indulge is difficult to reject.
Watching him struggle to fight it turns you on.
Youâre soaked, loud squelches produced by each motion. Itâs hard to delay what you so badly desire. But watching the cracks multiply is too enticing.
You love having that power over himâthe only one capable of crumbling something so sturdy. And heâs always so eager for it, welcoming any method.
This one is the most brutal. Arms tied behind him, heâs forced to observe passively. Arousal shines on your wrist, dribbling onto the tile. He wants nothing more than to lick it all up, shamelessly lapping at the ground. Itâs a privilege heâd do anything to earn.
âWant some?â Itâs not truly a question, you already have the answer. Itâs just way more satisfying to hear it from him.
âPlease pipsâw-want it!â He bounces slightly, restlessness bleeding into every syllable.
Such an adorable reaction warrants a little treat.
Torso guided by your heel, he lies back, legs outstretched. His head is supported by the chair. Your right foot is raised to the cushion, settling beside the crown of his skull. The other is against balls, making him gasp.
Leaning forward, your cunt is positioned over him. Your fingers thrust aggressively. Droplets spill intermittently into the mouth awaiting themâinjecting him with euphoria so intense that it hurts. Youâre the most potent drug. He canât stop himself from chasing that high, humping your shoe like an animal.
âTsk, did I say you could use my foot?â
With a distressed noise, he goes rigid. Expression pinched in concentration, heâs straining to remain still. Everything within him calls for the opposite.
The sight makes you burn, laugh rippling into a moan. âNow tell me how pitiful you are.â
âSo fuckinâ gross, a dog that keeps makinâ m-messes.â He twitches with want, getting off on those words.
âYeah, thatâs exactly right.â Tension is ushered to your center as you push into that dizzying spot. More and more juices leak from you, claiming him inside and out. âShould I take you for a nice walk around the fleet? Show aallll those subordinates how fucking pathetic their colonel is?â
âDo whateverâya want with me. Belong to you pipsâmmâyour little bitch boy, fuckinâ looovee it.â
The thought of being fully at your mercy drives him closer to the edge, as it does for you. Heâs rutting against you once again, leaving streaks of pre-cum past your ankle.
âYet, you still canât control yourself, huh? About to shoot your dirty cum all over me, arenât you?â
The tells are so obvious. His inhales are sharper, the snapping of his hips more chaotic. Seconds from his grasp, that peak is yanked away. Your leg shifts to the left, planting itself beside his outer thigh.
The loss of friction makes him flinch like heâs been kicked. âI-I didnât mean to. Baby, pleaseâIâm so sooo sorry! Iâll make it up to youâreaaally need to cum!â
His length is so engorged, screaming for relief. Tears fall towards his chin as he aimlessly thrusts into nothing. Theyâre collected with a swipe, swirled over your puffy clitâpleasure fueled by his frustration.
âPoor thingâŠgonna have to hold it, bad dogs donât get rewards,â you pout mockingly. âDonât sulk.â
That last part is insincere, youâd hate for him to stop; desperation makes him even more stunning, amplifying every sensation within you.
The pulse in your core sends shockwaves with each beat. Your hands accelerate to match its haste. âHnghâaching so bad, might fill that whiny throat of yours. Think you deserve it?â
âI d-donât deserve you, try so hard to be better. Pleaseâneed to drink it all up, miss that sweet little pussy so much, youâre killinâ me.â
Seems he has learned something.
Even if your mind had changed, it would be too late for interference. You squirt violently, struggling to stay upright. Gravity immediately adjusts to steady you. The feeling of release, paired with his evolâs embrace, is sheer bliss. If he wasnât ensuring your balance, youâd certainly collapse. Strong spasms grip every inch of you so tightly. The consecutive gushes are almost too intense.
He treats each one like they might evaporate, Adamsâs apple bobbing with avid gulps. Lids heavy, he consumes everything to the very last trickle. Staring up into heaven, heâs completely drunk off its taste, longing to be inside. It always greets him so warmly, hugging him like heâs been missed. That unrelenting grip insists that he stay. It gets him into trouble. His mind becomes too scrambled; when spoken orders conflict with your bodyâs, he sometimes follows the wrong one.
Thatâs why access to you has been revoked for a week; he failed to pull outâagain. It hasnât even been two full days, and heâs already distraught.
âJust the tip, pleasepleasepleaseeeâI know you love my cock, always tellinâ me how good it feels. It can do muuuchh more than your fingers."
Amused, you expel a short puff of air. âSeems I havenât trained you well enough. It's almost like you want to add another weekâŠâ
"Wait, please donât! I won't do it again, swear!â His gaze is panicked, searching for forgiveness in yours.
âHow cute.â Hand withdrawing from your cunt, you gather some of his pre from your shin. Fingers now lathered with both of you, theyâre shoved past his lips. He sucks automatically. As the substance is consumed, satisfied noises continually flow from him.
When deemed to be enough, you stop him. Freeing his mouth, you point downward. âClean up after yourself.â
His tongue promptly meets your leg, whirling over that remaining filth. The wet licks become more hurried as you smile down at him. His eyes are wide and glassy, brows raised and drawn together. Gazing up at you is a look of complete subservience.
One fluid of his simply replaces another. He still shines on your skin, now in strips of saliva. Once thatâs all there is, he keeps going, as if trying to absorb you.
âGood boy,â you purr.
His moans drop in pitch as you pat his head. Lids squeezing shut, he fucks the air faster, and faster, before suddenly locking up. Unassisted by touch, all that bottled pressure bursts.
Lowering to your knees, you caress his faceâcontorting involuntarily, yet still unbelievably perfect. Pleasure has seized all control of his body. Thick strings of him repeatedly splash your top, sliding down your cleavage. Broken âsorryâs follow his strained growls.
âI know babyâŠyou tried so hard for me,â you coo. One hand still soothing him, the other contrasts itâdrawing invisible shapes on his sensitive tip, continuing once his climax subsides. You pull him closer, resting his head on your shoulder. âSince you wanted to cum so badly, letâs see how many times.â
His dick is bullied into numerous orgasms. Each one leaves him more disoriented than the last. Heâs panting loudly, sobbing into your neck. But he endures it willinglyâgratefully. Even torment is delightful when inflicted by you.
Nearly all his strength is depleted by the time youâre done. Once untied, his arms immediately wrap around you. You find him so endearing in this state. All toughness is gone. Heâs completely vulnerableâexhausted to a rare degree, unable to pretend otherwise.
Around you, he doesnât have to.
âIâm so proud of you, you did such a good job,â you whisper, stroking his hair. The praise offers a short burst of energy, before he slumps against you. Attempting to express gratitude, his words are muffled by fatigue. Nuzzling into your warmth, his breathing gradually slows. He dozes off within minutes.
Even when the position becomes uncomfortable, you maintain it for a while. Holding him silently, you admire this part of him.
ughshwh i cant stop thinking of caleb provoking zayne by âmakingâ him watch you give him a handjob.
him being so mean and forcing the poor guy to stand and watch as your hands move up and down against his cock, getting all covered in only his slick. and of course youâre embarrassed, the fact zayne of all people is seeing you like this is humiliating becauseâwell, itâs him. heâs never seen you like this. he probably hasnât ever even thought of you in this context.
but caleb knows better, and heâs having the time of his life watching zayne physically restrain himself from touching you. he absolutely has the most shit-eating grin on his face watching zayne flush and grind his teeth together trying to stay away, because he wouldnât want to scare you.
and heâs not sure how much of a threat caleb is really.
this whole thing in itself is an insane situation he never expected himself to be in. so how could zayne possibly predict what calebâs next move is?
âaww, youâre so good at this, pips, showing our zayneââ and caleb sees the moment he bristlesâ âwhat heâs missing, yeah?â when you whimper in response, caleb just laughs in the meanest way possible.
itâs like a strict routine, the way in which calebâs eyes go from watching you lovinglyâhands caressing over your hair and keeping you in place whilst you work hard on himâbefore he looks over to zayne and eyes his state.
and as pathetic as being a cuck is, of course zayne canât hide the print of his cock straining against his trousers. he despises itâthe way his body reacts to getting caught, to watching you like this, to revelling in calebâs cruelty.
and yet.
when the wet sounds of your hand rubbing his slicked cock faster break through the hushed pants in the room, when caleb moans low from the feeling and you whine in response, zayneâs right there groaning alongside the two of you.
just. from. watching.
his body reacted before logic could kick in and remind him of the situation the three of you are in. for godâs sakeâzayneâs only childhood friends were the two of you. this isnât at all how that dynamic is supposed to flesh out later in life.
but itâs too late to remember that. itâs too late to take the sound back.
because calebâs heard him.
and zayne knows thatâs why, suddenly, calebâs eyes are rolling back, his come spurting rope after rope and catching so prettily on your lashes, your lips, smearing along your cheek.
the hazed look caleb manages to sweep over you and zayne after certainly confirms that, at the very least.
a/n: i have no idea what possessed me to suddenly think of snowapplemc like this. perhaps itâs the freaky manhwa i just read. sigh. i wish threesomes were canonical in-game đđ
Owner telling puppy to present after getting alittle too drunk with his friends, the group now admiring puppyâs pretty parts and the plug inside him. Owner who presses the tip of his boot against the plug, wiggling it and shoving it deeper inside and when puppy starts to whine owner presses down on it harder.
âStupid mutt, dogs bark they donât complain. Bark puppy, cmon bark for everyone.â
Weak little âarf arf!!â And âruffs!â Come from puppy while friends watch and praise what a good boy he has.
Xavier comes home after a 40 minute shift, 10 minutes longer than usual. Youâre lazing around on the couch when he comes home by climbing through the window.Â
âHey.â
You look over at your husband, all sluggish and out of breath.Â
âTough day?â
Xavier doesnât flop down next to you. He doesnât go straight to bed either. Instead, he stands in front of you.
âI canât see the TV,â you complain.Â
His blue eyes look exceptionally round as he looks down at you. He lowers himself on his knees.
âLet me eat you out,â he says, almost pleading. His hands gently pry your knees apart.Â
âEh? Right now?â
âCan I? Please? I need to de-stress.â
Thereâs no saying ânoâ to those eyes at all. He has you laid on the couch, your thighs hugging his head. He thumbs at your clit, nose nudging against your panties before he pulls them aside. The first lick was more relief to him than it was to you.Â
He paints little flicks all over your folds with his tongue. He parts them with his fingers, trickling more of his spit down your pussy.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he husks. He finally directs his lips around your clit and gives it a small suckle. He rolls his tongue around the nerve, making it pulse and send sharp relaxing vibrations through your body.Â
âThere!â You heave out, keeping his head right where you want it by weaving your fingers through his hair. He keeps at it, letting out some satisfactory moans the more he gets to taste you and really make you feel good.Â
He lets his spit dribble all over until your pussyâs practically drooling from it. He uses the slick to glide faster up and down your folds from your clit to your hole.Â
When you let out a more whiny moan, Xavier really focuses on his tongue rapidly flicking over the bud. The pleasure shoots up your spine to your neck.Â
With a final grip to his hair and your head thrown back against the armrest of the couch, your body finally goes lax and the knot in your body comes undone.Â
âThank you,â Xavier says with a small kiss to your inner thigh.Â
âShouldnât I be thanking you?â
âMaybe. But I really needed this.â
assignments are screwing me over I wish it was Xavier instead
"Pathetic, you are a grown man but still act like a horny teenager."
Caleb doesn't answer, not with your panties shoved in his mouth. His muffled noises lost, eyes wide and pleading.
"What are you going to do when people find out? The big, bad Farspace Fleet Colonel, getting his rocks off with a girl's dirty laundry?"
Slowly you reach for your gun, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. Caleb's breath hitches as you raise it, tip pointing straight at his chest. His heartbeat pounds against the barrel when you press it against him, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Faster. Faster.
Your other hand, once gentle on his neck, now tightens around his throat. Your nails digging into his skin, leaving red imprints behind.
"Is this what you wanted?" Caleb's eyes glaze over, tears pricking the corners, losing himself in the feeling of finally being inside you.
His hands grip your waist, fighting the urge to flip your roles and take control. But he doesn't. He's frozen, thrilled by the power you hold over him in this moment.
Your legs begin to shake and burn from the exertion of riding him, muscles screaming in protest, but you ignore the pain and drag the gun upward, the cold metal kissing his collarbone.
His eyes flick downwards, trying to catch a glimpse of the glinting metal, but all he sees is your hand gripping the weapon.
"Is this what you wanted?" you repeat the question, raising the gun until its pressed beneath his chin, the muzzle digging into the soft flesh. Caleb's pupils are blown wide, dark and fathomless as he stares at you, nodding.
"Do you still want a taste?" your hand moves quickly, pulling your panties from his mouth and he draws in a shuddering breath.
"Holy shit, Pips..." he tries to voice his shock, but you cut him off mid sentence, your hand already in motion, fingers delving between your legs, gathering the slick there to paint the cool metal of the gun barrel with it.
"Open your mouth, Cay"
His lips part on an exhale, and you push your fingers past his lips as deep as they can go and he moans around them, the sound vibrating through your bones as his eyes flutter shut in bliss.
"You just wanted a taste, didn't you?" you remind him, voice dripping with mocking sweetness. "Well, here's your chance. Now lick it clean. Taste what you've been missing out on."
Before he can open his eyes, you're replacing your fingers with the gun. The look on his face...priceless.
You press the barrel against his lips, demanding, and his tongue flicks out, hesitantly at first, then he starts licking, lapping up the traces of your arousal. His eyes never leave yours, a silent conversation passing between you both.
Your hand shakes a bit as you slide the gun along his cheek, leaving a shiny path of saliva. You can see his breath catch when the barrel glides over his cheekbone and comes to a stop at his temple.
The world blurs around the edges, your vision tunneling until all you can do is focus on the man beneath you, his hard dick pulsing deep inside you. The coil of tension in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter with each thrust.
Then, with a decisive press of the gun against his temple, you pull the trigger. The click of the hammer falling on an empty chamber echoes in the air between your bodies. At that very moment, Caleb pushes into you with such force that the head of his cock meets your cervix, pressing against it like a button activating your release.
Your walls tighten around him, moving in waves, triggering his own orgasm a moment later.
When you collapse against him, panting and shaking, he looks at you with a satisfied grin. "I knew you had it in you, pretty girl."
Still drunk on the rush of your climax, you find yourself asking, "Can we try that on me next?" eyes shining with excitement at the thought.
But Caleb's expression sobers, his hands gripping your hips. "No fucking way, we are not playing with that gun again, not unless you're the one holding it."
Sylus's text had been cryptic, but Zayne was intrigued. He's even more intrigued when he comes home and Sylus is sitting on the couch, nodding along to a clearly boring phone call.
When he catches Zayne's eye, a smirk grows on his face. He motions for Zayne to head upstairs, so he does just that, feeling the excitement start to grow in his stomach. And in his pants.
"Sylus?"
Oh fuck.
There's a blindfold over your eyes, hence the wrong name. Plus, you're on all fours, hands secured behind your back. And of course, the surprise is likely the vibrator secured to you, making your whole body tremble.
"Not Sylus." Zayne calls out, letting his bag fall to the floor and beginning to undo his tie. Your body relaxes just a fraction, though it tenses once again when his hand runs over your bare back.
"H-hi. Did...did you have a good day at work?" Now that he's closer, he realizes Sylus must have been edging you for hours, given the way the sheets beneath you are soaked and your inner thighs are slick with desire.
"It was alright. Have you two been having fun?" He's only half focused on the conversation, mouth watering as he settles on the bed behind you.
"S-Sylus has been having fun. Pl-please let me cum?" You're whimpering so sweetly, and Zayne is sure that this is his surprise. You, well behaved and desperate for him.
"Don't worry." Zayne comforts as he switches the toy off, soaked by your need.
"You'll spend the rest of the night cumming. That sounds fair, right?"
zayne âź he's too overwhelmed seeing you in white .á caleb âź you just cannot get your hair right .á xavier âź your wedding is in 5 hours and you haven't slept a wink .á rafayel âź he finally gets to fuck his bride .á sylus âź he's not allowed to see you .á
CW :â: MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), semi-public sex, blindfolding, spit play, overstimulation, edging, dirty talk, thigh-fucking, creampie, rafayel nearly ebbing, LIs being mushy
ZAYNE LI â
Itâs a modest weddingâjust close friends and family gathered to bless the two of you. Still, youâre getting married. So here you are, dressing together, and Zayneâgod, zayne, is overwhelmed at the sight of you in white. Ready to marry him.
And he doesnât know what to do with it than toâ
ây-yes, use me.â His hand comes up to your chin, grip trembling as he pulls you into a messy, desperate kiss, your lipstick smearing across his mouth. Your wedding dress is bunched at your waist, layers swallowing your husband-to-be as he pistons his hefty dick into you from below. You grind down into him, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair, holding him there.
âhahâ! how are you deeper than before?â you mewl, face in his neck, sucking marks into his heated skin. âcan feel you sâdeepâŠâ
âyou can, canât you?â he bites back a sound only for it to rip through as a whimper. Your hot, gummy walls spasm around the whole of his length and his hand spreads across your back, holding you flush to him as his hips falter.
His cock twitches inside you before stilling. âon second thought, stay still.â he pulls away. âLet me move. We canât have you getting too hot.â
Heâs moving before you can nod. And all you can do is clutch him tight while his cock grinds into your cervix at each long stroke of his. Your knees dig into the strong muscles of his thighs.
âmmfuuckâ!â you cry, eyes squeezing shut.
âspread your legs. Weâll ruin your dress.â His legs part, guiding you wider for him. and somehow, it gives him enough leverage to pull out of you alllll the way out and then bury himself to the hilt, dragging his thick cock over every sensitive inch of your walls in lewd schlick schlick schlicks despite the layers.
His hand disappears in your dress, fingers brushing over the lace garter around your thigh and then higher to part your soaked folds.
âw-wait Iâm gonna cum.â You tell him. his pace grows desperate.
âmngh⊠donât worry,â he pants, losing whatever composure he had left. âI am too.â
His thumb finds your clit, moving through your slickâdown to your holeâwhere your puffy pussy lips are stretched around him to the limitâand back up to the throbbing bud.
waves of heat roll over your body as you cum with a silent cry. You feel him jump in you, balls tightening against your ass. âfinish in me,â you tell him.
He lets out a strangled moanâunable to muster up the composure to protestâspurting jets of warmth in you, pumping you full of his load. Your spasming cunt wriiings out every last drop of release.
He pulls your face close to his, nose bumping with yours as you come down together. He places a small, shy kiss on the bridge of your nose.
âshall we go get married now?â
CALEB XIA â
It was supposed to be right. And it wasâon paper. It was a wedding ripped right out of the cheesy dramas you binge. except. Your hair didnât get the memo. Your bridesmaids sat helpless while you handled it in tearsâonly to toss the curling wand away.
âheyy, whatâs wrong?â caleb invites himself in the room. The women step out immediately. Â Screw the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding bad luck. This was bad enough.
You sniffle, pressing your face into his chest. âcaleb itâs all falling apartâŠâ you look up at him with teary eyes and before you can even stop yourself, your lips crash against his.
âfuck babyâyouâre extra soft today, mm?â his long cock pummels into you. his hand reaches down, peeling away a layer of your dress. âhold it up fâme, pips.â
âslow down? how do you plan on making it on time to our wedding?â he chuckles, leaning down to spread your swollen, slick coated pussy lips to reveal your pulsing little bud for him. he drools at the sight. And doesnât let it go to waste. His warm spit lands on your aching bud, trickling down to mix with the juices you ooze out.
He watches the way your poor, overstretched cunny still manages to swallow himâand god he knows heâs too big for you but look at you. tears prickling at your eyes, whimpering under him dressed in white to be married to him. how on earth did he get so lucky?
âmâso cloooseâ!â you whine, thighs attempting to press together.
âgood god, pips. Yâlook so pretty round my cockâŠâ he groans. His hand curls around your thighs hiking it up, letting his fat cockhead drill its way into your sinfully soft channel. His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making you yelp beneath him.
it doesnât take long for you to finish, clamping around him in wet pulses that his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Still, he keeps moving. He keeps pounding you through that vision blanking orgasm, until youâre practically sobbing under him.
âmmfâplease⊠sâtoo muchâhic!â and still, you make no attempt to escape. Youâre exactly where you want to beâyour overstimmed pussy being bullied into another orgasm.
âjusâ like that, keep clamping baby. Iâm right thereâŠâ he pants, leaning down to kiss a tear away. âyouâll let me cum in you, right? Let caleb stuff you full?â
ây-yes! yes pleaseâoh?!â His dirty talk alone tips you over the edge again, milking him for his release. And he does. Ropes after ropes after ropes of hot, creamy cum pumping into your pussy.
And when you finally calm, he gathers your hair, fixing it into an elegant low bunâmurmuring quiet âthank youâs through sniffles for marrying him.
The venue lies hushed as you stand together on the balcony, gazing down at the flowered arch where youâll soon be married.
âxavângh!â you grip the railing harder. Your pussy moulds so perfectly around your fianceâs cock, stretched obscenely wide.
His hand reaches around your throat to tip your chin up to have you watch the place youâd soon say vows at. âa-are you sure this will help you sleep?â his voice sounds too normal for his actions.
Heâs nearly jackhammering into your velvety hole, causing it to squelch and ooze more of your love juices down your thighs. His foot nudges your legs farther apart, the need to drill deeper into you consuming him enough to bury his face in your hair and groan low.
âmmhm, mhm yeâah!â you nod, hips pushing back to meet his deep pounding. âdonât want eye bags.â
By the pace at which heâs ramming into your pussy heat, you can already imagine itâimagine yourself walking toward him with shaky legs, his cum still leaking down your thighs. Fuck. Thereâs no way you were going to clean up after your session. Your legs are quivering at this point, held apart only by his knee.
âalright,â he murmurs, halting entirely. You bite back a whine. âkeep them pressed if you want it that way.â He pulls out. His fingers find your gaping hole, two plunging in to coax out translucent strings of your arousal and his pre cum, smearing it between your thighs. And thatâs when you feel the fat head of his cock againâpushing its way where your plush thighs press the tightest, and yet, making sure that your swollen clit isnât left out.
âyou keep looking at the arch,â he leans in, one of his hands guiding his cock between your syrupy slit. Your thighs press harder. Youâre so close but thereâs no way youâre cumming empty like this. He lets out a chuckle, soft enough to be mistaken as innocent. âare you going to cum to the thought of our wedding?â
He breaches your puffy lips again, sliding in with ease with the lewd amount of slick gathered there. âfilthy girl⊠Iâm right.â His hand presses down on your lower back, arching you for him as he buries himself balls-deep.
âoh! Hicâjust⊠just let me cum, already!â you clamp around him, all the obscene ideas making your pussy walls stir.
Xavierâs fingers spread your ass cheeks for him and he sinks deeper than ever. You let out a choked sobâvery close to rutting your needy clit against the glass if he keeps you on edge any longer. âitâs okay. Iâm thinking of that too,â
He pinches your clit once and that has you creaming around his pulsing length. Your pussy clamping around him like heartbeat has him finishing too, keeping you plugged like that for a moment until you come down from the high.
âthereâs no way I can sleep after this,â you pout. Xavior huffs out a fond laugh behind you.
âpfft okay, weâll take a long nap together after the wedding,â
RAFAYEL QI â
You wanted to give him something unforgettable for your weddingâsomething truly special, because heâs been certain about marrying you for as long as you can remember. No exaggeration. And you knew simple nudes wouldnât cut it.
Until an evil idea pops in your mind. You were no stranger to his âbride kinkâ. So why donât you just play with that?
âfuckfuckfuck cutiieee,â he whines pathetically.
his eyes are snapped shut. All he can do is push his stuttering hips flush against yours, feeding your leaking cunt more of his stout inchesâall while holding your dress as far away as he can from the mess. Your hole pulses, dribbling out a mixture of your cream and his pre cum that his angry red head canât stop spilling.
âmngh youâre suuuch an angelâhah!â he grips your thighs, holding them apart as he destroys your overstimulated cunt. âsuch an angel for letting me fuck this pretty pussy in your wedding dress babymmffââ
Heâs made you cum several timesâon the pink muscle in his filthy mouth, his slender fingers and even on his pretty cock. And yet, he hasnât finished onceâholding back for lord knows what.
âra-raf sâenough already!â you whine. It only spurs him moreâhe buries himself to the hilt, nudging your spongy spot, now swollen from his cruel overstimulation. âweâre gonna be late. Just cum!â your hips chase his as he pulls back and then with a lewd schliiick, slides back home.
âI know I know,â he rasps out too quickly. Heâs flushed, dazed. Delirious. And god help you, itâs pushing you closer to that delicious edge. âwanna hold it out. Wanna tattoo the patterns of your pussy walls onto my dick,â
You let out a groan at that, walls fluttering around him in response. He starts moving once again. long brutal strokes, massaging you perfectly, warming you for yet another orgasm.
âIâm gonna cumâŠâ you tell him, your hand coming down to rub your clit. He frowns before swatting your hand away with a pout, replacing it with his.
âme too,â he says fucking finally. âmâgonna fill my pretty little bride up.â he angles his cock to your sweet spot, making you cum so hard that you see stars.
âohhh baby fuckâ!â he groans deep, hips faltering as he spills into you. âtake my cum, my pretty bride. Love feeding your wombâŠâ he pumps his load into you, as deep as your body can take it. Until he begins to meltâ
you nearly kick him away before he can start again.
âow! What was that for?â he looks down, momentarily admiring the trail of white dribbling from your hole before he jumps to his feet.
âuh-oh uh-oh!â he grabs a rag and cleans you up in time.
And later, as you walk down the aisle toward him, you both canât stop breaking into ugly, snotty laughter at the memory.
SYLUS QIN â
âboss lady!â
âboss-manâs back!â
The only downside to marrying the leader of Onychinus was the interruptionsâeven on your wedding day. You believed Sylus when he said you wouldnât have to dirty your dress over âpests,â that heâd handle it himself. Still, that didnât stop you from pacing, restless as you waited for him to return.
âconsummating our marriage before weâre even maâ"
âmmffuck! B-be quiet, sylus.â His cockhead brushes against your sweet spot and you keep him there, grinding.
His fingers hook under the blindfold to see that fucked out expression on your face that only his dick manages to poke out of you. âdo-donât! keep it on.â You swat his hand away. He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender.
âI canât see you before the ceremony but you can fuck me? youâre only following rules that are conveniââ you silence him with a kiss, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. He hisses, before kissing you fervently, holding you still as he pistons his cock into you, just where you want it. You sob into his mouthâall which he happily swallows.
He flips the two of you. âsylus donât take itââ
âmm im hurt, kitten. do you truly think i need to see you to fuck you proper?â with that, heâs dragging you to his hips, sheathing himself back into you.
âsy o-oh!â your voice cracks as you let out a screamâtoo far gone to care about the people murmuring outside. âmâgonna cum,â
Sylus leans down, his hot breath fanning over your temple. âI know you were worried. But we are getting married.â He promises, his pace slowing to deep, long thrustsâstill managing to knock the air out of your lungs. You sob out, nodding in agreement. âright after I make you cream,â
His hips slam into yours, each thrust punching out choked sounds out of you. his fingers find your clit, gathering all that syrup youâve dribbled for him. and ohhh the way he touches you down there is nothing short of obscene. A stark contrast to your perfect, innocent white wedding dress youâre getting fucked in.
He massages your pussy lips, fingers moving from your wide-stretched hole, to your clit and back down. he parts your slit only to close your puffy pink lips back around his length as he spears into you with reckless abandon.
Your back feels like it snapped in two as you finish, chanting his name. one more thrust into your juicy, quivering hole has him pumping his thick load into you.
âam I to marry you in this?â he plays with the edge of the cloth over his eyes, still huffing. Â
you donât even know why you say it. youâre not the praising type. not really. you tease. you moan. you beg sometimes when he makes youâwhen heâs in one of those moods, all pushy and mean, telling you to use your manners, sweetheart, like he isnât already two fingers deep and spreading you open slow just to watch your eyes roll.
and sylus isnât the kind of guy who needs it either. heâs cold. not just at work. always. cold voice, cold hands, cold look over his shoulder like heâs already ten steps past you in his head. nobody phases him. nobody cracks him. nobody gets to touch him and see him at the same time.
but you do.
and he lets you.
and right nowâheâs letting you fuck him soft and slow, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, your hips rolling lazy on top of his while his handâs curled low around your ass, guiding you, controlling you even when youâre the one on top. thatâs how he likes it. how he needs it.
so maybe itâs that. maybe itâs the look on his face. maybe itâs the way his brows are twitching together, like heâs fighting something offâlike if he lets you go even a little harder heâs gonna say something stupid, something real.
youâre already gone. you feel too good. youâre too wet. youâre not thinking. so you say it. âyou feel so good, sylus.â just like that. soft. breathy. like you mean it. and the second you doâhe freezes.
not all the way, not like heâs pulling back. more like heâs startled. like you hit something he didnât know was there.
ââŠwhat?â
you blink down at him, rocking slow. âi said you feel goodââ
âdonât.â his voice is raw. strained. quiet like itâs been scraped thin.
you laugh a little, teasing. âwhat, iâm not allowed to praise you now?â
âno,â he mutters. âyouâre not.â
but heâs gripping you harder. his thighs are trembling. heâs looking at you like heâs pissed, but underneath itâunderneath that perfect, surgical composureâheâs wrecked.
and you know why. you know him. you know this man who never needs anything, who never lets anyone in, who fucks you like heâs punishing himself for liking itâand now you know what breaks him.
âbaby,â you whisper, soft as sin. âyouâre so deep. youâre so good to meâso fucking goodââ
his breath hitches. he shudders. his grip goes punishing and he grits through his teeth, âshut up,â but itâs not mean. itâs not real. itâs desperate.
so of course you donât. of course you ride him slow and stroke his face and kiss his jaw and say, âyou make me feel so good. youâre perfect. you always take care of me. nobody fucks me like you doââ
and thatâs what does it. that. right there. because suddenly heâs groaning into your mouth like heâs never cum before in his life, like youâre fucking wringing the soul out of him with every word, every grind, every good boy whispered between your kisses.
he bucks once. spills deep. and he goes completely still underneath you, eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving while he shoots every last drop into you without warning, without even knowing itâs happening until itâs too late, until youâre clenching around him and stroking his hair and smiling down like you knew this would happen all along.
you kiss his cheek. he doesnât move.
âfuck,â he breathes. âyouâfuck. donât ever say that again.â
First request since entering lads fandom so here goes nothing
May I request Zayne accidentally proposing to MC during sex? And getting absolutely flustered after. I'm obsessed with this man i swear
just imagining him losing himself so deeply into the intimacy of the moment, letting all his guards down and just simply feeling everything he's feeling... and then just saying it... oh, i'm crying. my shayla:(((
tyyy for the request! hope you like it~ ⥠(p.s. not proofread)
đMDNI â. â content warnings: suggestive, love confession during sex, marriage proposal mid-sex
The air is thick with sex and the low, ragged hum of Zayneâs breathing.Â
His mouth is at the hollow of your throat, open and panting, tongue tracing the frantic flutter of your pulse. One of his hands is splayed across the small of your back, fingertips digging into the supple flesh there, anchoring you to him. The other one tangled in your hair, holding tight as if you were the only fixed point in a world that had begun to spin off its axis.Â
You are pinned so perfectly beneath him that the whole world has narrowed to the slick, relentless slide of his body into yours. Heâs not holding back tonightâhasnât been for what feels like hoursâand every deep, rolling thrust presses a broken sound from your lips that he chases with his own, mouthing at your jaw, your throat, the sweat-damp hollow of your collarbone as if he wants to drink you down.
âYou feelââ he grits out, and the rest of the sentence is lost to a shudder that wracks his spine. His hips slow, grinding even deeper.Â
The shift in angle makes you arch, nails digging into the flexing muscle of his back. He groans, a sound ripped from somewhere so deep itâs almost pained, and his forehead drops to yours. His eyes are squeezed shut, dark lashes fanned against flushed cheeks, and his composure has been frayed thread by thread until all thatâs left is the raw, desperate man trembling inside you.
You can feel the tension coiling in him, the desire to keep you close. The telltale hitch of his breath, the way his rhythm stutters and then catches, harder, needier. His hand slides from your hip to your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist, and the new depth punches a gasp from both of you. Heâs talking now, a low, breathless litany against your skinâmy love, my darling, youâre everythingâand the words are so saturated with reverence that they feel like prayer.
Then his mouth finds the shell of your ear, his voice a ruined whisper. âI canâtâI donât ever want this to end. I need you. I need you forever. Please, will youââ
He breaks off with a sharp, stunned inhale, but the words heâs already let slip hang in the humid space between your bodies like a struck bell.
Marry me.
You freeze. He freezes. For one suspended heartbeat, the only movement is the involuntary clench of your body around him, and you watch, dazed, as the reality of what heâs just moaned into your ear crashes over him.Â
Zayneâs eyes fly open, wide and glassy with pleasure that is rapidly being eclipsed by outright horror. The flush that was already painting his cheeks and chest deepens to a violent, boyish scarlet, spreading down his neck and over the tops of his shoulders. His hips have stopped moving entirely, though heâs still buried to the hilt, and the sudden stillness is almost unbearable.
âIââ he starts, and his voice cracks. Zayne, whose voice never cracks. He looks utterly, catastrophically wreckedâhair a mess, lips kiss-swollen and glossy, pupils blown so wide thereâs only a slim ring of hazel left. âThat was notâI did not intend to say that out loud. Not like this. Not while Iâmââ he makes a small, strangled gesture between your bodies, as if to indicate the absolute indecency of the circumstances. The movement shifts him inside you in a way that makes you both suck in air.
You should probably help him. You should say something. But the sight of him floundering in the aftermath of his own accidental proposal is so endearingly human that you canât quite stop the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. Your chest feels impossibly full, a honey-warm bloom of affection tangling with the lingering heat low in your belly.
âZayne,â you grin up at him, but he flinches like youâve just pronounced his death sentence. âDid you just propose to me in the middle ofââ
âYes,â he cuts in, voice strangled and mortified. âAnd I am terribly, acutely aware that this is not how one is supposed toâthere were plans. There was a restaurant and flowers. A ring. Iâve had the ring for monthsââ he groans, dropping his forehead to the curve of your shoulder, enveloping you in the heat radiating off his skin. âMonths, and I ruined it because I couldnât control my own mouth duringâduringââ
âReally, really good sex?â you offer, unable to resist.
He makes a wounded noise against your neck. âPlease donât say it like that, my love.â
You laugh, breathless and a little wild, your fingers coming up to card through the damp strands of his hair. He shivers at the touch, still buried deep inside, still half-hard and thrumming with a tension that has nothing to do with lust now, or so you think. âZayne. Look at me, baby.â
It takes a moment, but he lifts his head. The expression on his face is a war zone. Embarrassment, frustration with himself, and underneath it all, a raw, quivering hope that heâs trying valiantly to hide. He looks so devastatingly beautiful like thisâvulnerable and stripped bare in every possible wayâthat you feel your heart clench right alongside the rest of you.
âAsk me again,â you nudge softly. âProperly.â
His throat works up and down, your eyes tracing the movement with hope and excitement. The flush hasnât faded, but something in his eyes steadies. He shifts his weight to one elbow, freeing a hand to cup your face with a tenderness that makes your eyes sting. His thumb traces the arch of your cheekbone, so softly it makes you melt even more under his touch.Â
When he speaks, his voice is still a little shaken but steadier, every word with purpose behind them now.
âI love you,â he confesses. âI have loved you so long I donât remember what it felt like before. I want to fall asleep with you and wake up with you and have you steal my shirts and drink my coffee and interrupt my charts with doodles in the margins. I want everything. Every argument, every quiet morning in our home, every messy, inexplicable, wonderful moment of being with you. Will youââ he gulps softly, a ghost of his earlier fluster flickers across his features, but he pushes through it, earnest and achingly sincere. âWill you marry me?â
The answer is already spilling from your lips before heâs finished. A whispered, fervent yes that he catches with his mouth, kissing you with a depth of emotion that steals your breath away. The kiss turns heated almost immediately, the suspended passion roaring back to life, and when he finally rocks his hips again, you both moan into the space between your mouths.
Afterwards, tangled in sheets and each other, he buries his face in your hair and mutters something that sounds like I canât believe I proposed to you mid-coitus, and you laugh until your sides ache, pressing kisses to his burning cheeks while he tries, and fails, to maintain any remaining shred of dignity.
It is, you decide, the most perfect proposal you could have ever imagined.
đč.á | perv!rafayel getting off on your own masturbation session
cw ~ voyeurism , rafayel having a camera on reader without their knowledge
It started with little gifts. snacks you liked, a bouquet of flowers you liked here and there. but it also started to get progressively more intimate. sometimes a lingerie set picked out in a pretty purple color, the same as his hair, and even sex toys a couple of times.
You probably should have questioned him, but he always walked away before you could, leaving you without the time to ask him about anything.
But one day he suddenly just got you a plush. a simple, bunny plush, a small smile on his face that hid his ulterior motive.
you should have questioned the abrupt change in style of gifts, how he could go from things so personal to something so docile, cute even. but it hadn't crossed your mind, rafayel's expression one of pure innocence, that you couldn't even think of anything wrong with it.
hadn't even thought that there could be a camera in it.
"r-rafayelâhnnghâwish you would do this.."
your voice was a breathy whisper as you fought to keep yourself quiet, your fingers working sloppily as your head dropped back, clamping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent.
it was late into the night, thirty minutes past midnight and ovulation had never hit you this hard before, until tonight, one of the few nights rafayel was actually at the house overnight, and not at a hotel for some artist exhibition he had to attend.
it was a shame the walls were so thin, and rafayel's room was right behind yours. enough times to hear the clattering of his paint materials and his murmured curses.
the rabbit plush sat propped up on your headboard, coincidentally angled towards your sprawled out body. if it had eyes, it would have a perfect view of your ministrations.
Rafayel's hand was tightly wrapped around his leaking cock, biting his fist hard as he watched his computer screen, the light glaring and reflecting onto his face.
his pants were unzipped just enough to free his cock, not bothering to fully take off his pants as soon as he got the notification that the camera he installed picked up movement from your room.
rafayel's heavy breaths filled the room as your moans sounded through the earbuds he connected, he didn't take his eyes off of you as he stroked himself, his own whispered moans combining with yours.
"rafayel, wish you would⊠do this."
he nearly came on the spot when he heard your voice, his grip instinctively tightening on himself, pre-cum leaking steadily from his tip as he fought back a groan.
your thighs tensed and quaked as your fingers plunged in and out of you, your eyes squeezing shut as you lay against the pillow, arm covering your face.
you felt yourself nearing your climax as your fingers left your cunt, messily going to your clit.
sweat built up as you moved your arm off your face, cracking an eye open as your gaze fell on the plush rabbit, your gaze focusing on its face as you remembered when rafayel gave it to you, and it was enough to push you over the edge.
a broken cry left you, one that rafayel would be sure to hear through the walls, your back arching and body shaking from the aftershocks.
rafayel's thighs were tensed as he bit his fist harder, pumping himself harder and sloppier as he felt himself getting close.
his face heated up as he saw your gaze lock onto the camera, afraid that it somehow gave it away, but as soon as he saw your face contort again, he let his thumb brush over his tip, his body jolting as he suddenly came, his eyes rolling back as his head fell back against his headrest.
your moans corresponded with his, and he almost thought there was an echo through his headphones, until he realized just how loud you were, and that it went through the walls.
catching his breath, he wiped his hand off on his pants, cracking an eye open and realizing some of his release had gotten on his pants, already staining.
âŠ
cracking open the door to your room, you tried your best to silently go to the bathroom, but your heart immediately stopped when you heard the door to rafayel's room open at the same time.
your gaze immediately ran over him, noticing his disheveled state. and you suddenly realized that he could have heard you through the walls. and his computer.
suddenly, your gaze fell on the damp spot on his pants, a light gray on his black pants.
"rafayel! i.. i didn't know you were still awake! whats on your pants?"
rafayel immediately felt the tips of his ears go red as he noticed where you were gesturing to on his pants.
running a hand through his hair, he rolled his eyes, as if he was annoyed by the patch himself.
"i was painting and got some on myself. you know how i can get clumsy."
the lie rolled off his tongue easily, after all, it wasn't the first time he had almost gotten caught by you.
after you walked away, he already made a mental note to save the recording to his files for any time he was away and needed you.
if you couldn't tell, this was not proofread. not proud of my writing in this piece ToT
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc)
A/N: True Life: Iâm horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples â pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like youâve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer youâve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonightâs ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
âRunning late Miss Hunter? Iâm shocked.â
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
âYeah, well Iâve been struggling a bit lately,â you said, hoping your anxiety over how youâll survive the rest of the night didnât seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
âShould we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if youâre feeling unwell.â
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
âIâm sure Iâll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And Iâm sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didnât show up as promised,â you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
âAre you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And Iâm confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.â
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
âIâm sure.â
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
âLetâs get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.â
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his âfruit businessâ while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylusâ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper âCome with me.â
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you canât help but question him.
âHow do you know where youâre going?â
âI have my ways sweetie,â he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
âAfter you,â he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
âWill you tell me whatâs wrong? You know I canât stand to see you in pain.â
âSylus, I said Iâm fine. Letâs head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,â you practically beg.
âWhy wonât you tell me what is bothering you? If youâre adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.â
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
âThat wonât help, Iâve tried that already,â you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
âI could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.â
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
âItâsmynipples.â
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
âWhat about them?â he questions in an unreadable tone.
âI know,â he cuts in.
âTo start, itâs the week before my period-â
âYou know? How the fuck-â
âYou share your period tracking data with me, remember?â
Your mind buffers before you can reply. Â âI'm aware. I just didnât think you were actively monitoring it??â
âI like to know where you are in your cycle.â
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
âI donât even know how to respond to that.â
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
âAnywayâŠback to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.â
He hums.
âWill a massage help? Iâll be as gentle or as rough as you need,â he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didnât mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
âR-right now? Sylus theyâre going to start the ceremony soon.â
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head â blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
âI believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?â
âYes? No? Maybe so?â
You canât help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
âF-fine. Just be extra gentle.â
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
âAnything for you,â he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure â allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
âI can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?â
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
âCat got your tongue?â he teases.
He pauses to see if youâll say something before continuing.
âLet me help you then. How does this feel?â
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
âThatâs it, take what you need from me.â
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him â seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
âCome like this for me, you can do it,â he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
âGood job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?â
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs â you fully come back down to Earth.
âYou canât be serious right now,â you whisper in disbelief.
âOh, Iâm very serious. Surely you arenât satisfied with one measly orgasm,â he says in an incredulous tone, like he didnât just fry your brain.
âSy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.â
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
âWhat have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?â
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that â the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
âWell, are you feeling greedy?â he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
âYouâre so wet. Does this feel good?â he asks in a hushed tone.
âY-yes,â is all youâre able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. Youâre drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall ââŠand now, we will begin the awards portion of tonightâs event.â
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you donât look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you donât look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylusâ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylusâ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples werenât bothering you anymore.
Zayne wants to make you a pillow princess but lwk likes it when you try to take the lead.
god anon, yes he does.
Zayne craves the way you unravel, the visceral, total surrender you only offer him.Â
With him there is no more needing to take charge like you would for missions, no more planning or organizing like you would for friends, no more being the strong, independent, critical, always-one-step-ahead miss hunter.
He relishes in the control you lend him, takes a certain type of pride in fulfilling all your requests, buying you anything you stare at too long despite your protests, opening doors for you and texting goodnight without fail.
Of course, he doesn't mind when you give him control in other ways, too. Deceptively innocent eyes looking up at him as your fingers skim down his button-up, whispers of "That looks so uncomfortable, Doctor, let me help you with that," that lead to both of your clothes on the floor.Â
Zayne really canât take credit for how well you treat him, though. When you suck his thumb into your mouth with a light flick of your tongue, biting just hard enough to get him to squeeze your throat in punishment, he feels your wicked smile grow as fast as his hard-on. You like it as much as he does.Â
Sex is the same. You goad your sweet, restrained lover until he snaps, using his body weight to fuck you from behind as you relish under the punishing force of his larger frame, or perhaps forcing you up into your pillows with your knees pressed against your chest. It doesn't help that Zayne also notices just how pliant you are during all of this, gagging helplessly on just two of his fingers, whining about how big he is every time he first thrusts into you no matter how obscenely often you fuck, so, so easy to pin or flip or drag back when you try to run away.
Itâs euphoric, your willing surrender a drug to him as he gives you everything youâve asked for and more.Â
And yet, in the moments you talk down to him with a glare or whisper something suggestive in his ear while pinning him down ever-so-slightly, Zayne swears he never gets so hard so fast in his life. Itâs embarrassing.Â
Not that he has much brain power left to feel embarrassed when you have him tied up to your bedpost, stroking him up and down painfully slow while sitting up on his thighs.Â
âPoor thing, donât tell me I look this pathetic when youâre teasing me?â You laugh, mocking, addictive, the sound sending a shiver down Zayneâs spine as his cock jumps in your hand.Â
Heâs flushed from the tips of his ears you nibbled on, down to his sweat-slicked chest, your nails digging bright pink lines on his abs as you double check his restraints, smiling at the way Zayne doesnât even try to fight you when you tighten the knot just a little.Â
You shift your hips, grinding down against him, and the moment your clothed core drags against his throbbing length, he lets out a sharp, breathy moan. God, he can feel just how wet you are getting from this too, and it's driving him insane.
Zayne lurches forward, âKiss me.â Pulling until the rope stops him, lips just shy of your chin as he begs up at you.Â
âI donât know, baby, usually you donât kiss me until Iâm crying.â
You pretend to mull it over, staring down at him as Zayne groans in frustration, tugging and pulling and yet leaking precum pathetically on your thighs all the while. Itâs almost merciful when you wrap your hand around him, a single stroke enough to rip a muffled moan out from the man beneath you, his hips bucking up until you pin him back down, sitting up on your knees to stop him from moving.Â
âKiss me,â another moan, breathy and more desperate than youâve ever heard, âPlease, please kiss me.â
You donât stop your merciless rhythm, your other hand forcing his jaw up towards you as you lean in just enough to mock his beautiful pout, his breath hot on your lips.
âNo.â
And shit, Zayne thinks he might like giving you control just as much as you do.Â
Youâre so cruel to him, messing with his sensitive tip, denying his kisses, mocking every stone-cold face he tries to make to hide just how high this is getting him. Nothing works. All this just makes him want youâyour crueltyâmore. He wants every agonizing second of it.
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