𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 (𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥) | LADS + when YOU send a pic
warnings: vaguely suggestive, your pics aren't included bc I don't want to lock you/mc into any particular skin colour/race/body type bc she's you!! you can imagine yourself in her!!, possessive behavior, allusions to stalking, blood mention, jealousy
𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺 | LADS + when they send you a picture of themselves (again x2)
warnings: another entry in the sending a pic of themselves saga, suggestive, fluff, mentions of violence (sylus), this was entirely because of this sylus blame him for me being repetitive lmao
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? | LADS + when you answer the door in a towel
warnings: suggestive implications, possessiveness, slight kink related behaviours(?) (sylus and caleb), nosebleed via door (xavier), based HEAVILY on the house update I have been spending all my lads time on that, I am finally done with exams!! oh my god!! will resume writing regularly soon hopefully!!
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?"
“You aren’t doing it right,” you groan, pulling away and catching your breath as you look at Sylus who was just staring at you with a stupid grin on his face.
“Oh? And I didn’t know there was a proper way to kiss you.”
You shake your head and adjust yourself between his legs, shuffling closer until you’re pressed against him a second time. And the moment your skin makes contact with him, you don’t waste another second before kissing him again.
“There is no proper way,” You mumble between kisses, pulling away to catch your breath before diving in for another one. “You're just doing it wrong on purpose.”
A quiet chuckle left his lips and Sylus slid his hand to the side of your head, cupping your face in his palms before ‘melting’ in the kiss.
“How observant— tch!”
You only nip his lip in response and it makes him hiss, pulling back and gazing at your mischievousness written all over you. He cocked an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh while swiping his thumb against his lip.
“And feisty.” He adds on.
“Yeah,” You whisper, hands trailing to the nape of his neck as you carefully hold onto him, itching to just lean closer.
“So kiss me properly.”
The moment Sylus heard that request, he paused. He didn’t move yet, but his gaze did flicker from your eyes to your lips, though he did stare a second longer at your lips. Either way, he of course indulged and eventually planted his lips on yours.
The kiss, however... wasn't the best. And you couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose again, or he's just genuinely a bad kisser, I mean the way he was really bored with it, or sloppy for that matter, it only made you think otherwise—
“Sy— Hngh-”
Well... not even seconds later, your assumptions were immediately thrown out the window once you realized what was actually happening. His kisses, that were once lazy, bitey, and god awful, were just slowly turning into better ones...
And you really didn't know what the sudden switch up was. He gave you one kiss, then another, and then one more—and the more kisses he gave; the more desperate they were getting.
So the other bad kisses really were on purpose.
Sylus's hands trail along your body, stopping at your hips before he carefully adjusted you on his lap, making sure you're completely pressed against him as he continued kissing you.
"This- isn't so bad now, is it?" Sylus muttered, sliding his fingers through your hair before diving even deeper into the kiss.
You only hardly laugh in response, mainly because you're trying to regain your composure while you're literally getting eaten alive by the man who wouldn't stop now that he's got you in the right position.
"Yeah... it isn't so bad."
a/n. btw i never had my first kiss so dont mind if it doesn't make sense or is bad. I mean, that's kinda the point too, but ykwim.
Though it wasn’t like he shamed you for it, or told you to stop for that matter—it still felt like a tragedy trying to feel good under his touch.
There was just something so… hard about it.
Not only were your hips giving up on you the moment you’re on top; you couldn’t even bear to have a good orgasm because of your inability to ride him.
Therefore, when you decided to try for a second (or third) time, you didn’t ask him for anything, and rather did it your own way again.
He of course let you do what you wanted (before he could snap) because he knew you were going to give up eventually. Which was why, for some reason, you felt like there was something a little different compared to the first time—a rather shift in the air.
Your hands slapped on his shoulders, the tip of your fingertips dug into his skin as you desperately moved against him. Warm skin collides with one another, making Sylus chuckle as he continues observing your every tiny move.
When he notices you staggering more than before, his hands—that were initially ghosting over your hips—carefully grab onto your skin and gently revert you back into a comfortable rhythm.
“Don’t focus on bouncing too much if you're getting tired, sweetie.” His voice was soft. Way too sweet, it only made you grit your teeth and shake your head.
“I don’t need your h-help.”
“Really now?”
You nod again, but those hands that were once on your hips started travelling further along your body, the touch was so warm yet so chilly—it made you shiver.
A gasp gets caught in your throat and you stare at Sylus, mouth agape as your hips that were once moving at a relaxed pace, suddenly lose their control again.
But Sylus doesn’t interrupt and rather watches as he waits for the right moment to catch you again. The moment where he notices you breathing a little heavier, slowing down—
“Hngh- y-you-"
“Lean forward.”
Your body starts moving on its own and suddenly, there's a light pressure on your back that is guiding you to the right position. The moment you were leaning above Sylus; the tension in your body left and you felt more...relaxed. But you didn't properly move yet.
"Don't tell me you feel better now, huh?"
You moan in response and he only laughs.
"Where was all that confidence when you started it?" The mock in his voice made your response delayed for a second. You shake your head and plant a kiss on his shoulder, causing Sylus to spit out a sound of something with a mix of a chuckle and groan and kiss you back.
The moment his lips left yours, the glint in his eye was so evident, like he was hungry—thirsting for more. His hand, which you were totally unaware about, eventually makes contact with your ass and gives it a tiny smack! which only caused you to jump.
"Don't give up on me now," He whispered. "You were doing good just a few minutes ago."
The words of encouragement flooded your mind and it was now all you could think about; all you could listen to—it was like he was reading too much into your mind, he knew exactly what you wanted despite not saying it out loud, or, showing it.
The moment you started moving again—properly—grinding him like your life depended on it, Sylus started reacting. Louder than before. You could hear the tiny gasps and breathless chuckles leave his lips, not only did you think it was only making him feel good, but you, too, were also feeling...better.
"Thaats it," Sylus huffed, tangling his fingers through your hair, lightly holding onto you as you started regaining your composure again. "Keep going, sweetie."
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He looked so ethereal... naked, cuddled up beside you, his face half covered by the large pillow.
You would have looked away long ago, but you felt so... needy, when you had awoken this morning. The familiar slick beginning to dribble out of your puffy folds, your thighs pressing together. You didn't want to be greedy, but your husband looked so perfect, you couldn't help but imagine how he'd take you right now.
Your thoughts were momentarily cut short when Sylus blinked his tired, red eyes awake. The piercing gaze softening when he saw you first thing in the morning. A lazy smile spreading over his lips as he shifted to quickly pull you closer, yawning while doing so.
"Kitten, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a kink for watching me sleep."
You only grumbled and pouted at his words, about to retort... before that familiar throb reminded you why you wanted him awake in the first place. Needy and wet, you cuddled up against his chest. Rubbing your pussy on his thigh, letting him feel how you throbbed, how you needed him to take care of you. His teasing demeanour soon shifted the moment he felt your slick on his muscular thigh. His cock twitched under the blanket, hiss arms tightening around you.
"Oh, so you do have a kink for watching me sleep, huh?"
"...Sylus."
"What?" he huffed softly, teasing you a bit as his hands shifted to grab your hips, and pull you closer him. Grabbing your high and hitching it above his hip. His touch was warm, if not how filthily he was rolling his hips, grinding his hardening cock right on your wet, throbbing pussy. "It's not like I'm wrong... you're already so wet, drooling all over my dick."
You blushed a little at his crude words but couldn't deny them. "Do you not wanna...?"
He shook his head, yawning against your hair before pulling you closer and beginning to roll his hips. “Oh, I wanna,” he drawled on his words with a lazy smirk. The thick head of his cock catching at your entrance with every roll, making your thighs quiver with every catch. You bit down on your plump bottom lip, trying to quieten any whimpers.
“Don’t hide them… let me hear how much this pussy missed my dick from the last time we had sex,” he chuckled softly against your hair, before pressing a gentle kiss on your head. His hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.
“The last time being… how long ago kitten?” You grumbled at his playful question. “Oh. Right. Just last night.”
His breath became unsteady when he began to roll his hips more purposefully now, and fully slotted the head of his cock against your puffy little entrance. You whined, digging your nails into his shoulders. He only cooed and shushed you in response, slowly pushing inside.
You felt your eyes roll a little when he popped the first few inches inside. His thickness stretching you out again. You never seemed to get used to just how big and girthy he was, no matter how many times you both had made love.
“..S-sylus…” you moaned softly, clinging onto him with greater intensity when he began to slowly thrust the full length of his member inside.
“Shhh.. just take it…” he mumbled softly against your hair, rubbing circles into your back when he hugged you closer again, your thighs fully spread for him. He looooooved the frontal spooning position. It came second only to the lotus position… oh, he was already twitching inside you from wanting to try the lotus position next. He’d have to wait though, you needed a little pick-me-up first.
Sylus began to huff into your hair, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your wet pussy. You tightened around him so much with every roll. The blunt head of his length pressing against your cervix gently, but just enough to make you gasp a little into his chest.
When you got close to an orgasm, Sylus only sped up his thrusts. Cooing into your hair and whispering soft confessions of love, his own eyes clenched closed from holding back. “…c-coming…” you drawled against his chest, drooling down your chin a little when your pussy spasamed and you finally felt the release you had been needing. Finally felt so full and warm with Sylus inside you.
Sylus held you close for a few minutes, just slowly rolling his hips against yours, keeping his still-hard dick inside you. Before pressing a soft kiss to your messy bed head and asking
“Do you wanna try the lotus position now, kitten?”
The first time you leaned in and kissed him, he felt like the entire world could burn down around him and he wouldn’t care. Since then, making out with you has become his favorite addiction. The way you melt into him, the little sounds you make when he licks into your mouth, how you grip his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll disappear,he can’t get enough.
Tonight is no different.
You’re straddling his lap on the couch in his private lounge, hands tangled in his silver hair while he kisses you deep and slow. His hands slide up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you closer. A low groan rumbles in his chest when you rock against him, unconsciously grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, kitten…” he murmurs against your lips, voice already rough. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
You whimper softly, kissing him harder, and for a moment it feels like you might finally be ready. His hands slip under your shirt, palms warm against your bare waist, thumbs stroking just beneath your ribs. He’s so hard it’s aching, straining painfully against his zipper, but he doesn’t rush you. He just keeps kissing you like he could do this forever.
Then you pull back suddenly, breathing heavily, eyes a little wide.
“Sylus… wait. I’m sorry, I-” You bite your lip, looking guilty.
He stills immediately.
His hands slide out from under your shirt and settle respectfully on your hips instead. Even though his cock is throbbing angrily between you, begging for friction, his expression softens.
“Hey,” he says gently, voice low and calm. “Don’t apologise. You never have to be sorry for that.”
You look down, cheeks flushed. “But you’re… I can feel how hard you are. I keep getting you worked up and then stopping-“
Sylus cuts you off by tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes. That usual smugness is gone, replaced by something warmer and tender.
“I don’t care if I stay hard for the rest of the night,” he says simply. “Or all week. Or all month. We go at your pace. Always.”
He leans in and presses a slow, sweet kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, much softer this time.
“You letting me kiss you like this already feels like winning the lottery, sweetie,” he murmurs against your mouth. “I can wait. As long as you need.”
Even as he says it, his cock twitches hard between your thighs, still painfully trapped and aching. He ignores it completely, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest instead.
You bury your face in his neck, relaxing into him. “You’re too good to me.”
Sylus lets out a quiet chuckle, though it sounds a little strained.
“Trust me, I’m not a saint. Right now I’m thinking about a lot of very filthy things I want to do to you,” he admits, voice dropping into a purr. “But I’d rather have you comfortable and happy than rush anything. This-” He squeezes your waist gently. “-is more than enough.”
You stay like that for a long time, you curled up on his lap, his arms securely around you while he presses occasional kisses to your hair and temple.
Later, after you’ve fallen asleep against his chest, Sylus finally lets out a slow, controlled breath.
He’s painfully hard, balls aching, cock leaking into his boxers… but he just holds you tighter, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.
Because even if it means blue balling himself every single time you make out, you’re worth every second of it.
His kitten is safe, comfortable, and slowly opening up to him
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