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This is mainly Chuuya moaning because Mamo doesn’t do R-18 stuff.

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☆. TELLING HIM THAT HE’S “SMALL” !

paring: phainon, mydei, aventurine, dr. ratio, jingyuan x fem!reader

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal & anal), breeding kink, reverse cowgirl, mate pressing, spanking, multiple of rounds, darcyphilia, virginity loss, blow-job, face sitting (?), fingering, tummy bulge, making it fit, sloppy sêx, aftercare (?), rough sêx, dubcon elements (?), dumbifiction, headlocks and petnames.

sum : You told him he was small. He showed you otherwise. Suddenly, you didn’t mind taking every inch. MDNI 18+ ONLY.

note : not proof-read as usual.

★ PHAINON :

You thought teasing him would be fun. A quiet little smirk and that sweet whisper —

“Bet you’re not even that big.”

God, the way he looked at you. Not angry. Not offended. Just… amused. Like a priest staring down a blasphemer before the altar.

Now?

Now your legs are trembling, pushed wide open, and you’re struggling to even blink. Phainon’s fingers are deep inside you — slow, deliberate, two of them hooked just right, pressing into the spot that’s got your mouth open and your brain melting.

“Small?” he murmurs, voice like velvet-wrapped gold. “And yet… you’re drooling all over my fingers. Can’t even hold yourself up.”

You want to talk. You can’t.

Every curl of his fingers pulls a moan from you like a prayer. He’s whispering again, lips brushing your ear.

“Nothing to say now? Hm? So quiet. So wet. Should I keep going until you forget your name?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it.

Your hips are grinding up against his palm now, chasing that edge he keeps pulling away from. Every time it builds, he slows down. Holds you there. Makes you feel it. The ache, the pressure, the bliss that never quite breaks. It’s maddening.

“You’re just being prepared,” he says gently, almost reverent, like this is sacred.

“Can’t ruin you in the first round, sweet thing. But by the time I do put it in, you’ll be so far gone you won’t even remember calling me small.”

“Can’t ruin you in the first round, sweet thing,” he purrs again, brushing his fingers from your soaked hole to the base of his cock. It’s heavy, flushed, leaking against your thigh now. Thick. Long. You didn’t even look at it properly—too far gone to notice while he was playing you open like a divine instrument.

“But now?” His hand wraps around the base, stroking once, slow. You see it now. And oh—he’s huge. It’s veiny, flushed deep pink at the tip, curved just enough to hit everything he was already teasing with his fingers. “Now you’re ready.”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a soft gasp and a nod that feels more like begging.

He moves between your legs, pushing them wider—wider—until you feel stretched out and helpless under him, like an offering. And he leans forward, pressing his cockhead against your entrance. It doesn’t even go in at first. He just grinds there. Spreads you open with slow circles, letting you feel the weight of it, the heat, the stretch that’s coming.

You choke on a sound. “Pha—Phainon—”

“Shhh,” he whispers, and he smiles. Soft. Like he’s about to baptize you in holy fire. “It’ll fit.”

He pushes in slow. Painfully slow. Not because he’s teasing, but because you physically can’t take it all at once. Your cunt clenches around the thick head, already trembling as he sinks in inch by inch, pulling a broken moan out of you each time your walls stretch around him.

You try to breathe. You can’t. His hand comes to your stomach—

—and when he’s halfway in, you see it.

“Look,” he breathes, pressing gently to the bulge forming just below your bellybutton. “That’s me.”

Your eyes roll back. “T-too big—”

“It fits,” he says again, firm this time. “You’re mine. I will fit.”

And with a slow, final push, he bottoms out.

You scream.

The stretch, the pressure, the feeling of him filling you completely—it’s too much. Too perfect. Your body tightens around him like it’s never going to let go. Like you were meant to take this cock. To take his.

He doesn’t move right away. Just stays there, buried inside you, cock twitching, eyes fixed on your face and the outline in your stomach.

“Good,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to take all of it. Again. And again. Until I’m sure it takes.”

And then he moves.

Slow at first—long, deep strokes that drag against every sweet, ruined part of you. You’re already sensitive, overfucked from his fingers, but now? Now it’s bliss. Sacred. Your hips jerk every time he bottoms out. The bulge grows and disappears, over and over, with every thrust.

“Feel that?” he whispers, dragging his lips over your jaw. “That’s what happens when you insult something divine. Now you’re going to feel it in your stomach every time you breathe.”

Your legs are shaking. You’re moaning without meaning to, drooling, tears slipping down your cheeks—not from pain. From how good it is. How full.

He starts moving faster, his rhythm breaking, and his hand goes to your thigh, holding you down as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Where are you going?” he growls, low and possessive now. “You asked for this.”

And then it hits. He slams in deep, grinds, and your vision whites out—back arching as you cum hard, squeezing around him, sobbing from the force of it. But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets rougher. Harsher. His breath ragged, his grip bruising.

He’s close.

And you know it.

“I’m going to fill you,” he grits out. “So full you’ll feel it dripping for days. You’ll smell like me.”

You whimper something incoherent, but your hips rock up to meet his thrusts. You want it. You need it. The sacred burn of him claiming every inch.

“I’ll breed you until your body forgets every cock before me. Until it only remembers mine.”

The moment it happens, he growls your name, slams in deep one last time—and stays there.

You feel the heat first. Then the stretch. Then the rush of cum flooding you.

He doesn’t pull out.

Not even a little.

He just groans, low and broken, pressing his forehead to yours as he pumps every last drop inside.

And your stomach swells just slightly more with the warmth.

You don’t know how long it’s been.

The room feels warm. Your body? Weak, trembling, leaking. You’re still stretched open around him, thighs twitching, mouth parted with soft gasps. His cum is still inside you—hot, heavy, pooling deep in your cunt, trickling down your inner thighs with every shift of your hips.

You should be done.

Any normal man would’ve pulled out, cleaned you up, let you come down from the high.

But Phainon? He never even left your body.

He’s still there.

Still inside.

Still hard.

And he’s watching you—blue eyes narrowing, one palm gently resting on the bulge in your stomach.

“You’re full,” he murmurs, brushing your sticky hair off your forehead. “But you’re not bred yet.”

You try to speak. You can’t. Your jaw slackens as he pulls back just slightly, just enough for your raw, fluttering walls to feel the drag of him.

And then—

He thrusts back in.

Hard.

You scream.

It’s not pain. It’s not even pleasure. It’s too much. Your body jerks, overwhelmed, the thick mess of cum inside you squelching as he slams back into your already-spoiled cunt. You cry out again, eyes wide and watery.

“Pha—Phainon, I—can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice is calm, but low. Tight with restraint. “You’re made for this. I just have to remind you.”

His hips roll again, slow at first, but deeper. Hungrier. Every stroke pushes against that oversensitive spot inside, and with the way you’re already so full—so stretched—it feels like he’s everywhere at once. Your body tries to squirm away, but he pins your hips down with one hand and holds your thigh up with the other.

“You can take it,” he breathes. “You will take it. You said I was small, remember?”

His cock slams deep, knocking the air from your lungs. He starts rutting now—thrusts rhythmic, brutal, divine—every inch pounding up into your heat like a promise. The bulge in your stomach pulses with every push, getting more visible. He presses it as he fucks into you, and you sob.

“Look at this,” he whispers. “Look what I’m doing to you. That’s my cock inside your womb, my girl. Claiming every inch. You feel it?”

You nod. You don’t even mean to, but you’re nodding like a broken thing, tears down your cheeks, gasping his name over and over like a prayer.

Phainon groans—finally slipping. His breath hitches, rhythm growing faster, more desperate.

“I’ll fuck you stupid,” he growls. “Fill you until it’s leaking down your thighs for days. Until your stomach stays round even when I pull out.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He ravages you now. Your pussy is fluttering, clenching, spasming around him, soaking his cock with slick and leftover cum—and he fucks you through it. Like he’s not just fucking you, but teaching your body a lesson.

You cum again. You don’t even realize it until your vision goes white, and your body locks up, and your voice breaks into moans that don’t even sound human anymore. You’re shaking, body arching, drool on your lip—and he still doesn’t stop.

“You love it,” he says into your skin, his lips hot against your temple. “You love being ruined like this. You’ll remember this every time you try to walk.”

You’re crying. Whimpering. Nodding.

And then—his thrusts get sloppier.

You feel him swell.

You know it’s coming.

And he grips your hips and slams in—deep, to the hilt—and holds you there as he spills inside again.

This time? It’s worse.

There’s so much. You can feel it—thick, hot, and endless, rushing in and filling you again like your body was empty. Your belly feels heavier. Rounder. The bulge pulses with warmth as he unloads for the second time.

You can’t even make a sound. Just wide eyes and soft, shattered moans.

He stays there, cock buried inside, twitching, body trembling.

You’re limp. Your thighs are soaked. Your belly’s full. His seed’s dripping down your ass in thick, creamy strings—but he’s still there. Still holding you like something sacred and fragile.

And he leans down, kisses your lips gently, and whispers:

“Still think I’m small?”

You’re too ruined to answer.

But the mess between your legs answers for you.

★ MYDEIMOS :

“You’re small.”

You say it soft. Real soft. Barely a whisper in his ear while you lie under him, half-smirking. You think you’re being cute. Teasing. Stirring that man into a scoff.

But what you get isn’t a scoff or a groan

It’s silence.

Mydei just looks at you—no expression, just heat—and the next second?

He’s on you.

You’re grabbed, flipped, thrown down, and spread open in seconds—legs pinned back to your chest, his thick arms caging you in. You barely get a breath before he’s lining his cock up to your dripping pussy and slams it in.

No warning. No build-up. Just the wet, brutal sound of your cunt getting split open around cock that doesn’t fit but forces its way in anyway.

You scream.

It’s not pain—it’s your pussy trying to figure out how to swallow something that fucking thick. Your lips stretch wide, your walls clench down like they’re confused, stuffed past their limit, already leaking and sucking him in like they know who’s boss now.

He leans in close—chest pressed flat to yours, his full body on you. You can’t move. Can’t breathe. You’re folded up under him like you’re nothing but a fleshlight with a heartbeat, pinned so tight your legs tremble and twitch beside his ribs.

His cock’s balls deep inside.

His stomach presses down on yours.

You look down and see the shape of it—see the thick bulge of his cock pushing up against your belly like he’s trying to break through it.

“Small?” he finally grunts, voice rough in your ear. “You feel that, baby? That’s my dick rearranging your insides.”

And then he starts thrusting into your already wet cunt.

The sound of skin smacking skin gets wetter every second, your pussy making those filthy, squelching noises with every bounce of his hips, juices spilling out everywhere, dripping off your ass and soaking the sheets.

You’re gasping. Whining. Eyes rolling back. You try to say something, maybe beg, maybe moan—but he just grabs your throat and slams in deeper.

You can’t move. You’re folded. Flattened under him. His thick body covers you, keeps you down, presses his weight into you like he’s trying to leave a permanent mark inside your guts.

He spits in your mouth.

“You wanna say that again?” he growls, snapping his hips. “Call me small now.”

You can’t. You’re just moaning, mouth open, drooling on yourself while your pussy flutters and twitches around his cock, slick and swollen from the constant stretch.

“God, you sound stupid,” he groans. “You are stupid now, huh? Just a dumb little hole to fuck. Nothin’ goin’ on in that brain except how deep this cock is.”

And it’s true.

You’re quiet. Brain blank. All you know is the drag and shove of that thick cock inside you, bruising your cunt, flattening your womb. You’re leaking all over his balls, slick sticking to his thighs, his dick punching your guts over and over.

He sits back—brings you with him—doesn’t pull out.

Now you’re in his lap, straddling him, but still bent back, your pussy still spread open, still stuffed with cock. He’s bouncing you now—your ass smacking down on his thighs, tits bouncing, cunt slapping messy around him with every brutal thrust.

You’re just moaning.

“My fuckin’ girl,” he pants. “You were made for this. Made to take all this cock. Gonna breed you right. Knock the last of your thoughts out with my load.”

Your tummy bulges again as he lifts you and slams you down harder.

He wraps one thick arm around your neck—tight headlock—and fucks you through it.

“Say it again,” he hisses in your ear. “Say I’m small while your pussy’s creaming on me like a bitch in heat.”

But you can’t speak. You’re gone.

You’re drooling, eyes crossed, pussy fluttering tight around his dick, holding him in like you’re scared he’ll pull out. You’re gushing—cum and slick squirting out around his cock, dripping mess all over the floor.

He moans. And he breaks.

He grabs your hips, slams you down to the base, and stays there—deep, buried, locked in place.

You feel his cock twitch.

Thick. Heavy. Flooding your cunt, stretching you with cum. You feel it pump into you in hot, heavy spurts, overflowing inside, leaking down your thighs. Your belly gets heavier with it. You swear your pussy’s too full to take more but he doesn’t stop—he keeps grinding.

You’re folded in his lap now, cock still buried so deep it feels like it’s in your throat, cum dripping down between your cheeks in fat, warm globs—and Mydei leans down and brushes your hair from your face like he didn’t just fuck you stupid.

He smirks, nuzzles your flushed cheek.

“Well?” he murmurs, hips slowly rolling again, so slow, just enough to make you feel every inch of him dragging against your raw, sensitive walls. “Still think I’m small?”

You whimper.

That’s all you can manage. Your voice is gone, fucked out of your throat. Your legs won’t stop shaking. Your pussy’s twitching around him like it’s begging for more even though it’s so overstretched, puffy and red from being used.

He hums.

“Didn’t think so.”

And then he kisses you.

Soft. Deep. One hand cupping the back of your head while his tongue lazily rolls against yours. His cock stays buried inside—warm, pulsing—but he’s not fucking you now. Not yet. He’s just holding you there, like he’s soaking in the mess he made.

You blink at him slowly, dazed, drooling, skin slick with sweat.

“Mydei…” you whine.

That’s it. Just his name. Barely even that.

He smiles.

Kisses you again. Starts rocking his hips in that gentle, sweet rhythm—like he’s in love with the way your pussy squeezes him, like he could spend all night just watching you fall apart again under him, all flushed and sore and needy.

“You want more, don’t you?” he murmurs against your lips. “Can feel this little hole begging for it. She’s so greedy, baby.”

You nod. Eyes glassy.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

He shifts—pulls out halfway, then slides back in slow, cock thick and veiny and still leaking cum. You moan. Loud. Body arching, hips rolling up to meet him like your pussy’s chasing him.

He watches your face. Watches your expression twist and tremble while he fucks you slow—tender, now, but deep. Deep enough to make your stomach bulge again. Deep enough to make your toes curl.

You look down and whine.

“Look at her,” he growls softly. “Still stretched open. Still dripping for me. You’re so fucking full, baby…”

He slides his hand down between your bodies—presses gently on your lower belly.

You squeal.

Because you feel it—his cock pressing from the inside, bulging your stomach, thick and firm. His thumb rubs circles there while his hips start rolling deeper again, gentle but intentional, grinding into the soft spot inside you like he knows exactly where to touch.

And of course he does.

He’s Mydei.

Your big, mean man. Who just turned into your soft, obsessed husband the second he dumped a load in you.

“Still got room in there,” he murmurs. “Don’t lie, I can feel it. Gonna fill you up again, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine again and again ‘til it’s dripping out of your belly button.”

You’re babbling now.

Begging. Sobbing.

Tears well up as the overstimulation kicks in—but it’s good. It’s so good. He’s so sweet with it, kissing your face, stroking your sides, murmuring filth right into your ear like it’s a love confession.

“You’re everything,” he says. “You hear me? . My pretty girl. I’d fuck you every hour of every day if I could. You were made to take this cock.”

You clench.

He groans.

He cums again.

Slower this time, but hotter somehow—he moans into your mouth, deep and low, hips locked against you as his cock throbs and spills another load inside you, thick and lazy and so much. You feel it pushing everything else out, dripping down your thighs again.

He doesn’t move. Just holds you there, cock deep, cum inside, lips on yours.

“Still small?” he whispers again.

You shake your head, dazed and full.

“No…”

His smirk is feral.

“Didn’t think so.”

★ AVENTURINE :

You’re smirking. Shouldn’t be, but you are.

He’s got you cornered, back against the sleek marble wall of your suite, his tie undone and sleeves rolled, chest warm against yours. One hand rests on the small of your back, the other gripping your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his like you’ve just handed him a challenge on a silver platter.

“Repeat it,” he says softly. Too softly. That smile on his face isn’t a smile , it’s a loaded weapon.

You raise your brows like you’re innocent. You’re not. You know exactly what you said.

“I said,” you purr, playing with the buttons on his shirt like you don’t feel your heartbeat slamming in your chest, “you’re a bit… small.”

There it is. That twitch in his jaw. That flash in his violet eyes like you just poked a sleeping god awake.

He laughs, low and rich, like you just handed him a glass of vintage wine and dared him to break it over your head.

“Small,” he echoes, tilting your face up further. “Interesting.”

You try to act bored. You’re so full of shit.

“Not small small,” you add with a shrug. “Just… not as big as you pretend to be.”

Silence.

Then his lips press against yours — hard. His tongue slides past your lips like he owns them, teeth catching your bottom lip in a cruel, teasing bite before he pulls back just enough to speak again.

“You’re gonna eat those words,” he murmurs, hot against your mouth. “Every single one.”

He takes his time getting you on the bed. Doesn’t throw you down—no, that’d be too easy. He leads you there, fingers on your chin, your throat, your wrist. Every step is deliberate. He pulls you into his lap, clothes still half-on, thighs spread, cock already hard under the slacks he hasn’t even taken off.

“Come on then,” he says, loosening his belt. “Climb on. Since you’re so confident.”

You crawl into his lap like the brat you are — like you’re still in control — grinding slow against the thick outline of his cock as you straddle him, smug smirk still on your face.

“Gonna prove me wrong, little man?” you whisper, voice sugar-sweet.

That earns you a slap.

Not on your face—no, Aventurine’s too elegant for that—but on your ass. Hard. Your body jerks forward, chest colliding with his, a sharp gasp punched from your throat.

“Wrong?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “Oh darling. I’m gonna ruin you so thoroughly, you’ll beg me to be smaller.”

He grabs your waist and flips you around, pulling you back into his lap so you’re facing away from him now, knees spread, his cock sliding free from his slacks and standing proud between your thighs.

You glance down and blink. …Oh. Okay. Maybe he’s not small. Maybe he’s the opposite of small. Maybe you’re very stupid.

Before you can recover, he spits into his palm and strokes himself once—twice— then presses the head against your entrance, one hand gripping your waist and the other trailing slowly, so slowly, down your front.

“Go on,” he whispers against your neck. “Show me how small it feels.”

You sink down.

Your mouth falls open. No words. Just a gasp—long, high, desperate, as his cock stretches you open, thick and hot, filling every inch with a pressure that borders on unbearable.

“Mm?” he purrs, hands gripping your hips as you struggle to take him. “Not speaking now? I thought you were feeling brave tonight.”

You whimper. He laughs.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans, sliding in deeper until your thighs are shaking. “This is barely halfway.”

You try to lift yourself off—you try—but he yanks you right back down with a smack to your ass, his cock punching so deep inside you your belly bulges just slightly, perfect and obscene.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over the spot. “That little bump? That’s me. That’s how ‘small’ I am, hm?”

You’re shaking now. Gasping, drooling, grinding down on him with needy little movements you can’t even pretend are confident anymore.

He drags his lips along your shoulder, bites lightly at your neck, and then thrusts upward. Just once. Deep. Hard.

You sob.

“What was that?” he says sweetly. “Sounded like you were gonna apologize.”

You try—you try so hard—but all that comes out is a pathetic, broken moan.

“Oh, honey,” he breathes, voice full of velvet cruelty. “You don’t get to apologize yet.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so you’re arching beautifully in his lap, cock still snug and deep inside you. His other hand? Slipping down your front, fingers rubbing right over where you’re throbbing, making you jolt.

“You don’t apologize,” he hisses, “until your knees give out. Until you’re sobbing on my cock.”

You whimper again.

He slaps your thigh—once, twice—then grips your hips and starts fucking up into you, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. Harder. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with your messy, choked cries and his deep, smug groans.

“You said I was small,” he pants, cock ramming into that spot that makes your eyes roll back. “Say it again.”

“N-no—”

“Say it.”

You try, you do—but all you can say is his name, over and over, like a prayer, like a surrender.

He laughs. Moans. Slaps your ass again and watches the ripple with admiration.

“Not so mouthy now, huh?” he says against your neck. “But don’t worry. You’ll get your words back.”

He pulls out, flips you around, and shoves you down to your knees.

His cock is flushed, slick and throbbing, still twitching from the tight heat of your cunt, and he grips it at the base with one hand while guiding your face forward with the other.

“Put that smart little mouth to work,” he growls. “Since you seem to like talking shit.”

You suck him in with shaking hands, lips stretched wide, eyes glassy. He watches you —loves watching you—as you gag and drool around him, your body still trembling from the wreckage he left in his wake.

“Mm, that’s it,” he groans, thrusting slow into your mouth. “Choke on it, baby. Just like you choked on your pride.”

You blink up at him—ruined, teary-eyed, mascara smudged, thighs shaking from being fucked half senseless—and he smiles down at you like the devil himself.

“Still think I’m small?” he whispers.

You shake your head.

“Mmm. Thought so.”

★ DR. RATIO :

You really thought you were funny.

Laid back against the library table, your skirt barely hiding the subtle shift of your thighs, you looked at him with that smug, syrupy smile. With a little shrug, you said it clearly,

“You don’t seem like much, Doctor. Bet you’d barely reach.”

The air went suddenly colder.

He didn’t even blink. Instead, he stared at you like you’d just insulted his entire intellect or knocked over his carefully brewed tea. His fingers twitched near his belt, then the sharp clack of his book closing echoed like a gunshot. He stood up.

“Is that so?” His voice was low, dry, and uninterested. That dangerous, mean little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth — not amused, not flirtatious, just a condescending twist that made your stomach knot.

“Well. Let’s test your hypothesis, shall we?”

You should have run. But no. You bit your lip and smirked like the brat you were.

That was your first mistake.

He didn’t say a word as he reached out and flipped you over the desk like you weighed nothing, settling you down flat.

“Still think I’m small?” he gritted, voice low and sharp as his hips ground down hard against you. Your mouth fell open, no witty comeback ready — just the sharp, helpless squeal that escaped when you felt every inch of him.

He was not small. Far from it. He was massive, pressing into you relentlessly, while piles of research scattered beneath you like forgotten papers.

Your cheek stuck to parchment. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you still, while the other landed on your ass with a resounding smack that made the desk creak beneath you.

“Use your words, test subject.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, irritated and turned on. “You wanted a measurement, didn’t you? Want me to push deeper?”

You whimpered, your legs trembling. That wasn’t enough for him. His hand smacked your ass again, harder this time, then grabbed and spread you wider without shame. He watched you — how your body folded and shivered under his weight — your belly visibly bulging each time he thrust deep, as if your insides were made just for him.

“You’ll take it. That’s what happens when you provoke a man smarter than you.”

It was filthy. Your legs shook uncontrollably, thighs wobbling under the pressure, but he didn’t relent. His body was big, lean but solid — every breath sharp, every growl low and frustrated in your ear. He was not romantic. He was not gentle. He was merciless.

“You’re so full it’s pathetic,” he hissed, grinding his hips harder. “Still think I’m small? Look down. Look at what I’m doing to that belly.”

You did.

You shouldn’t have.

A big, round lump pushed out against your stomach, his cock deep enough to mark you completely.

“You’re drooling,” he sneered. “Still think I’m small?”

You couldn’t answer. You were gasping, nails scraping at the wood as he locked his arms tight around your waist — not letting you escape, not letting you think — mate pressing you until your toes curled and your moans came ragged and raw.

“Say you’re sorry.”

You didn’t.

So he spanked you again, harder this time, then slammed into you deeper until the wet squelching of your cunt echoed through the silent study.

You choked out something broken and breathless. He didn’t care.

“I’ll breed the arrogance out of you,” Ratio muttered under his breath, like your whining was just another tedious experiment. “Let’s see if a few loads fix your attitude.”

He gripped your waist tighter, his breath hot against your ear as his hips pressed deep and unrelenting. Every thrust carved into you, making that heavy bulge in your belly push out more, like you were stretched perfectly around him—no chance to hide it, no mercy given.

His hand found your ass again, slapping it hard, fingers kneading and holding you in place. “You think you’re so clever, talking shit. But look at you now—mine. All wrapped around me, dripping and desperate.”

Your breath hitched, body trembling as he kept pounding into you, the sound of your slick wetness mixing with the harsh smacks filling the quiet room.

“Say it,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Say you’re mine.”

Your voice broke, trembling out, “I’m yours.”

His grin was cruel and satisfied as he pulled you flush against him, mate pressing with all his weight, making sure you couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. The fullness inside you stretched tighter, and he whispered, “You’re so full. Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You whimpered, head thrown back, utterly undone.

With a sharp slap to your ass, he pulled out just enough so you could feel the thick length twitching, then slammed back inside, his pace rougher, more demanding.

“I’m gonna breed that stubbornness right out of you,” he breathed, voice dark and possessed. “You’ll remember this every damn time you think you can test me.”

Your walls clenched hard around him, moans slipping free as he kept driving you into the desk, holding you down like you were his prize.

“Beg for it,” he said, dragging his hand up to grip your hair, tilting your face so you had no choice but to look at him.

You whimpered, “Please… don’t stop.”

His laugh was low and satisfied. “That’s my good girl.”

He pressed forward, hips snapping, every movement pounding deeper, stretching you full and making your belly roll with the pressure.

Your breath caught as he tensed, voice rough, “Say it. Say I’m the only one.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, trembling and undone.

With a final, heavy thrust, he claimed you fully, breath hitching as he spilled inside, filling you with everything he had.

He held you pressed tight as you trembled beneath him, hips still rolling lazily, possessive and relentless.

“I told you,” he whispered against your skin, “I’m never small.”

★ JING YUAN :

You really shouldn’t have said it.

You really shouldn’t have looked the General of the Cloud Knights in the eye—shirt tugged up, thighs bare and your panties already wet—and had the audacity to say:

“Tch. With all that confidence, your cock’s probably small anyway.”

The room went quiet for a second.

The kind of quiet where even the crickets were like oh no she didn’t.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Smiled.

Then laughed—that slow, deep, maddening chuckle that slithered straight down your spine like warm honey.

“Small, huh?” he repeated, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasn’t already rock hard in his robes. “Ah… You poor little thing.”

You weren’t prepared for how fast he moved.

One second you’re smug.

Next second your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, legs spread open like he owned them, your panties tugged to the side and his thumb lazily brushing over your soaked folds.

“Say that again.” His voice was low, a little breathy. He hadn’t even taken his robes off. “Let’s see how long you keep that mouth running.”

You gasped when he pulled it out.

Holy—

He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what kind of look crossed your face. The shock. The panic. The twitch of your thighs like they were second-guessing their own bravery.

“I think someone owes me an apology,” he murmured, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit like he was just casually testing the weather. “Or should I make you eat those words?”

Smug bastard. That slow, lazy smile. That thick, achingly hard cock.

You didn’t even have time to beg.

He grabbed you by the back of your head, tilted your jaw open, and fed it to you.

Slow. Deep. Sloppy.

“Mm— look at you now.” His hips rolled like he was half-asleep, voice curling with pure sin. “Choking on the small one, are we?”

You clawed at his thighs when he held you down, cock pressing heavy on your tongue, mocking your every breath. He groaned every time you gagged around him, every time you tried to glare up at him through teary eyes.

“Can’t talk back with your mouth full, hm?” Jing Yuan chuckled, cupping your cheek. “Maybe I’ll keep you like this for a while. Let that attitude melt off your tongue.”

When he finally let you breathe, you were wrecked.

Mascara smeared. Drool dripping down your chin. Knees trembling.

“Aw,” he cooed, petting your hair. “What happened to all that big talk?”

And then—he flipped you over.

One smooth motion, you were face-down, ass up, and his cock already nudging at your entrance.

“This might stretch a little,” he murmured, completely fake sweetness in his tone.

Liar.

You screamed when he pushed in. Inch by thick, punishing inch. Your pussy clenched like it was trying to reject him, but it only made him groan, hands gripping your hips like he was claiming them.

“Fuck, you feel that?” he growled into your ear, voice deeper now, panting against your neck. “Say it again. Say it’s small while it’s splitting you open.”

You tried.

You couldn’t.

Not when he started moving.

Lazy, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake and your legs wobble. He stayed buried deep, hips grinding in slow circles like he had all the time in the world. His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit like he was spoiling you—just to drive you even crazier.

“Tell me how small I am while you’re dripping like this,” he teased, pinching your clit until you squealed. “Come on, sweetheart. Be brave again.”

All you could do was cry his name.

Over and over.

When you finally came, it was messy. Shaky. So tight around him he groaned into your skin, fucking you through it until your body gave up.

You collapsed, twitching.

And he?

He stayed inside you. Still hard. Still smug.

Leaning down, lips brushing your ear, he whispered:

“…Want to try that again?”

You don’t remember how you got here.

Well, actually—you do. It started with a smug smirk, your bratty mouth, and one too many giggles tossed at the general’s expense.

“With how lazy you are, your cock’s probably soft and small too.”

And now?

Now you’re stuffed full.

Flat on your back, legs trembling, and that massive cock buried so deep your belly’s showing a bulge.

You don’t even have the words anymore. Just little hiccuping moans, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth, and your fingers pressed against your lower belly in pure awe.

“Look at that.” Jing Yuan leans over you, lazy eyes glinting as he lays his palm right on the bulge in your tummy. He presses.

You squeal. Your legs twitch.

“You were running your mouth earlier,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles over the swollen outline of his cock in your gut. “And now you’re just whining and taking it.”

He rolls his hips, and your back arches. Your soaked pussy clenches again like it can’t help it.

“Can feel me here, can’t you?” he purrs. “Might be small… but it’s so deep, baby.”

You try to speak—really—but all that comes out is a whimper, a little breathless sob of “Yuan—too much, I-I can’t—”

He smirks.

“Yes, you can.”

Then he pulls out—slow, dripping wet, your folds clinging to him—and slams right back in, thick and deep enough you swear you see stars.

You scream.

Your body jerks. Your brain just shorts out.

And he leans down, whispering filth into your ear:

“You don’t need to think. Just keep your legs open and take your stuffing like a good little pillow princess.”

You moan, dumb and needy. All that snark from earlier? Gone. Replaced with sniffles, tears, and broken hiccups as he pounds into you—slow, lazy, and endlessly smug.

“Fuck, gonna breed you,” Jing Yuan growls, fucking you deeper, slapping your thigh. “Gonna fill you so good you’ll be dripping my cum for days. Want that, huh? Want to get knocked up on a small cock?”

You nod.

You sob.

He groans when you clench down again, cock pulsing, hips slamming into your thighs as he spills inside you. Thick, messy ropes that flood your womb and drip out around his base—but he doesn’t stop.

“Stay still,” he pants, pinning you down. “You’re gonna take another one.”

And you do.

And another.

You don’t even realize he’s lying down beneath you until you’re shoved onto his face.

Your thighs shake. His tongue slides right up your slit and licks his own cum from your pussy.

Your moans are broken, hands digging into his messy blond hair as you grind down, riding his face like it’s the only way you remember how to breathe.

“That’s it,” he hums against your folds, voice muffled by your soaked pussy. “Sit on me. Get dumb on this tongue too.”

You do.

You lose your mind.

You cum. Again. And again. So messy, so overstimmed, your voice cracking into little sobs.

When you collapse off his face, ruined and twitching, he kisses your thigh.

And whispers—

“Still think it’s small?”

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[havanillas]

domestic bliss gay dads (they take naps together)

[song89320]

[havanillas]

fem ratio with lauma dress because uhhhh yknow

[havanillas]

fuzzy baby owl

[too-pretty-for-this-mess]

There are only two types of boyfriends in a gay relationship:

Type 1 "Be Gay, Do Crime": Gareth, Yulian, & Nikolai.

Type 2 "Be Gay, Stop Your Boyfriend From Doing Crime": Kayden, Vaughn & Brandon.

[song89320]

[himbodruid]

Indulgence

Sylus x Reader x Zayne

A Snowcrow Sandwich, if you will

-:- double v penetration -:- creampie -:- afab reader -:- Zayne also getting railed in the bonus scene at the end

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS ONLY. MINORS DNI

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You weren’t entirely sure what you walked in on, but the self-satisfied smirk on Sylus’s face and the mad blush on Zayne’s made you quite suspicious. Even more-so was the way Sylus lounged casually on the sofa, arm thrown across the back and leaning towards Zayne. Your gaze darted between the two, but you didn’t give voice to your thoughts- not yet anyway.

The clatter of your keys on the small table just inside your door was the only sound in the space for a beat. You’d expected Sylus to be there- you wanted to go over some files with him about a protocore deal- but Zayne was a surprise. And really, Zayne looked just as surprised as you. His cute little awkward eyelash fluttering was paired with him clearing his throat as he abruptly stood.

“Right, well,” he said, clearly awkward about having been caught doing…something. You just weren’t fully sure on what, but you had an inkling. “I’ll just be on my way. It was good talking to you.”

His words were rushed, strained as he said his goodbyes to Sylus and shuffled quickly towards the door. But you didn’t let him get too far. You weren’t sure what prompted you to reach out and grab him by the wrist. Maybe it was the way he refused to meet your gaze, the way his blush disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt. No matter, he turned at your grasp, clearly startled.

You squinted slightly, an amused smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Were his lips…puffier than normal? Or were you imagining things? Your free hand came up, thumb brushing his lower lip. His breath stuttered, eyes widening. Yeah, definitely swollen. And dare you say…thoroughly kissed?

Your eyes darted over to Sylus, who still wore that lopsided smirk of his, even while he lifted his glass in a mock toast before bringing it to his lips. Then you turned your attention back to Zayne, leaning up into him to taste him. The tip of your tongue flicked over his lower lip as you slanted your mouth across his. The sweet notes paired with the tartness of citrus you tasted there were a perfect match for the drink Sylus had in his hand. He never could resist a good gin fizz, and he’d gotten far too comfortable in your kitchen. Not that you were complaining, anyway.

You didn’t miss the way Zayne chased your retreat, leaning into you before finally breaking from you. He blinked rapidly, huffing out a shaky breath. The corner of your mouth ticked up into a smile.

“Having fun indulging yourself, Sylus?” Your question was directed at him, but your mischievous gaze remained on Zayne. Sylus chuckled, finally standing and striding towards you. He came to a stop beside you, gently taking Zayne’s chin in hand and turning his face. Then he leaned in, teasing Zayne’s lips with his own before releasing him with a chuckle.

“Our dear doctor seemed like he needed a distraction, and I was more than happy to oblige.”

Sylus moved behind you to slide his hands against your abdomen, up under your shirt, while his lips trailed along your neck. Zayne watched him, wide-eyed with his breath held. You leaned back against Sylus’s bulk, a soft sigh falling from you as his hands cupped your breasts.

“Won’t you stay, Zayne?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm, heat coursing through the skin to skin contact. A moment of hesitation as he warred with indecision, but eventually he gave in with a small nod. Then he stepped towards you, lifting a tentative hand to brush a strand of hair from your face. With a smile, you leaned up into him again, slanting your mouth over his while Sylus’s lips roamed the expanse of your neck, both of their hands now caressing your body.

Zayne took a crumb of control, stepping into your embrace and coaxing your mouth open, plunging his tongue in to dance with yours. His arms circled you, hands smoothing up the expanse of your back and unclasping your bra with skillful precision. Together, he and Sylus lifted your shirt over your head and slid your bra down your arms. Bared to them from the waist up, they explored your body with greedy mouths and grasping hands. Zayne scraped his teeth against your neck, those biting kisses blazing a trail downward until he took up a nipple, giving your breasts the same treatment as your neck- teeth and tongue. You leaned back against Sylus with a contented sigh, your head falling against his chest.

Sylus’s arms wrapped around you again, unbuttoning your pants with ease and diving beneath the hem of your underwear. With the constricted space- given how large his hands were and how tight your pants were- he teased your clit with small circles. Zayne aided him by hooking his thumbs into the hem, tugging your pants and underwear down in one swift motion.

You were bared to them fully now, and you pouted that they were still fully clothed. So you worked to rectify that by tugging Zayne’s shirt from where it was tucked into his trousers. Sylus helped you quickly unbutton it and shove it down his shoulders. Then you turned in Sylus’s arms, and did the same for him. Zayne’s mouth traveled along your shoulders, teeth stinging every so often. Sylus took his turn to tangle his tongue with yours while your hands worked at his belt. But then he stilled your hands before you could get too far, chuckling into your mouth at your eagerness that turned into a grumbling pout.

“Patience, kitten,” he says, chuckling again when you level him with a pouting glare. “Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable.”

His suggestion took flight in your head, and then you were tugging both him and Zayne towards your room. They both followed obediently, and you adored the pretty blush that decorated the last remnants of Zayne’s composure.

Once in the room, you pulled Zayne in front of you again and crushed your mouth against his. He met your fervor, falling further and further into the allure of both you and Sylus. You walked him back until the backs of his knees met the bed. Sylus helped you to make quick work of his trousers before you were crawling over him on the bed. He continued shuffling back until his head met your pillows and you straddled his hips, just below where he stood at attention. Sylus was slower in his prowling, coming to a rest between Zayne’s knees and letting his hands and lips roam your body.

You took hold of Zayne’s cock, using both hands to hold him, tease him, stroke him root to tip. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed, a sharp exhale that ended in a whimper escaping him. You watched pleasure dance across his face, felt his fingers dig into your thigh, heard his barely restrained sounds. Paired with Sylus’s touch, it was all a beautiful assault on your senses that sent shivers through you and heat pooling in your core.

Sylus’s hands were suddenly on the underside of your thighs, lifting you. You held Zayne’s cock in place until Sylus notched you over him, lowering you slowly until you were fully impaled. All the while, you kept your eyes locked on Zayne’s, until his clenched shut with the cascading bliss spreading on his face. You rode him with slow methodical rolls of your hips, spurred on by Sylus’s vocal encouragement behind you.

You leaned back into Sylus’s embrace, feeling the length of him press against your back. His hands smoothed down your abdomen, deft fingers finding your clit and circling it as you ground against Zayne with every downward plunge. Zayne’s hands dug into your hips, meeting you with an upward thrust of his own. Sylus’s teeth scraped the shell of your ear, a growl rumbling through his chest.

And then Sylus was crowding you, chest pressing into your back until you had no choice but to rest your body atop Zayne fully. You slanted your mouth over Zayne’s, though it was him that plunged his tongue into your mouth. His arms came up to circle around your lower back, using the leverage to thrust hard into you with breathless moans. His eyes darted over your shoulder, locking with Sylus’s.

You could feel Sylus pressing into you from behind, and you were preparing yourself for him to fill a different place. But then his cock notched against where Zayne was buried in you and…and

Oh. OH. Fuck.

“Relax, kitten,” he huffed against your ear, bent low over your back. Zayne already filled you, but Sylus tested the stretch of your cunt by pushing in inch by inch. The pain was acute, yet it mingled with pleasure as Sylus’s cock firmly pressed Zayne’s into that spot inside you. With head dropping to the crook of Zayne’s neck, you couldn’t help the low moan that escaped you. Nails digging into his flesh, Zayne trailed his mouth up and down your neck in an effort to help you relax. And it worked- Sylus sunk into you fully and gave pause so you could get accustomed to the paired invasion. The pain was quickly overridden by the pleasure, and you gave your nodded consent for them to continue.

They began to piston in and out of you in a rhythmic pattern, where one would thrust, the other would retreat. Their moans surrounded you, deep guttural sounds being dragged from their chests that rumbled through you front to back. With every forward thrust, with every strike of their cocks deep in you, the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Your voice rang out with theirs, incomprehensible words falling from you as your mind turned to mush. Hands roamed and gripped at your body aimlessly, mouths created rapidly darkening marks against your skin as each of them latched on and sucked hard.

Breathing quickly turned ragged and they fell out of their patterned thrusts as everyone crept closer and closer to the edge. Sylus took Zayne’s hands, pinning them by the wrists on either side of his head in a hard grip that gave him even greater leverage for his thrusts. Zayne clenched his eyes closed, a whimper erupting from him as he jerked his hips to slam into you. His breathing shuddered, mingling with Sylus’s over your shoulder.

Your mouth latched onto Zayne’s thundering pulse, dragging up a mark that you knew would be able to be seen if the collar of his shirt shifted just right. The thought of that claiming mark being seen by someone at his workplace sent a thrill through you. All the while, Sylus slanted his mouth over Zayne’s. You watched them out of the corner of your eye, pleasure pulsing through you at seeing Sylus coax Zayne open to him with a moan. Their tongues danced and tangled, breathless whimpers and moans shared between them as they took pleasure in your willing body. Zayne threw his head back into the pillows, a loud moan wrenching from him.

“Come for us, Zayne,” you whimpered into his ear. His trembling body stilled, his chest heaving with breaths as he desperately tried to hold it back. But he couldn’t escape the continued thrusts from Sylus, his punishing pace grinding his cock against Zayne’s deep in you. With a throaty cry, Zayne arched off the bed. Sylus moved his hands from Zayne’s wrists, instead intertwining his fingers with Zayne’s so that he had something to forcefully grip while the pleasure wracked his shuddering body.

“Good boy,” Sylus growled, before turning his attention to you. “Fuck, come with me, kitten.”

“S-Sy,” you manage to whimper before cascading flutters pulsed through you. The combination of Zayne’s cock twitching and your release rhythmically pressing him against Sylus also sent him over the edge.

“Fuck, good girl,” Sylus moaned, his head falling against your shoulder. Shuddering jerks from both Sylus and Zayne filled you while your body milked them for every last drop. Gasping breaths filled the room as each of you tried to come down from the high of the shared release. You slumped against Zayne, giving soft kisses wherever you could reach without having to move too much. Sylus trailed tender kisses down your spine, slipping from you with a groan.

He gathered you in his arms, lifting you easily from Zayne, and carried you to the bathroom. After a beat, Zayne joined you while Sylus started the shower. Together they cleaned you up, trading reverent touches and kisses with you and each other. Exhaustion tugged at you and you leaned heavily on them as they all but juggled you between them.

Once you were dried, they took no time tucking you beneath the blankets in the center of your bed, crawling in on either side of you. You realized Zayne’s delay was probably from making sure you had fresh sheets to curl against them on.

Their combined warmth, soft caresses grazing your skin, and the fatigue of the day worked to lull you to sleep faster than you expected.

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Morning light filtered brightly through your window, casting a net of warmth across your bed. You reveled in it, laying quite naked, curled on your side atop your bedspread to absorb the rays. You were glad it was your day off.

The soft muffled gasp let you know that you still played host to two beautiful men, assuming they must also have the day off. You kept your eyes closed, though, enjoying the soft, gasping moans drowning out the sounds of their kisses behind you. It was harder to keep your eyes closed when you felt the weight on the bed shift, when you felt joint weight cage you.

“You don’t need to hold back,” chuckled Sylus from above you. “She’s been awake for a while.”

You feigned a pout, popping open your eyes. “Why’d you have to ruin my fun?”

You twisted your upper body so you half lay on your back, and took in the sight of Zane over you and Sylus at his back. Zayne was the source of the bed’s trembling, as he struggled to contain the sounds that escaped him.

He was on his knees, hands planted on either side of you. A pretty flush cascaded from his cheeks down to his chest. His sharp intakes of breath were released as whimpers, still desperately trying to hide how much he was enjoying what Sylus was doing to him. Your eyes met Sylus’s over Zayne’s shoulder, and he gave you his signature lopsided grin, thrusting forward pointedly with his eyes drifting closed. His arms were wrapped firmly around Zayne’s torso, holding him in place for every plunge of his cock. Zayne’s stood hot and hard, the tip dribbling evidence of the pleasure he took from Sylus’s attentions.

You shifted, bringing a leg around so that they rested between your thighs. Zayne released a guttural groan at seeing you spread under him, though he made no move to take you outside of Sylus’s hold on him. You trailed your hand down your body, watching as his lust-filled gaze zeroed in on the motion. Your fingers reached the apex of your thighs, circling the sensitive bud there. His cock twitched at the sight, hovering just above your pelvis, his pre-cum dripping a pool onto you. You let slip his name, lacing a teasing moan with it.

“F-fuck,” he whined, letting his head fall forward as Sylus rolled his hips in a slow, methodical rhythm. Zayne was so clearly close to the edge, the crown of his cock an angry shade of red. But Sylus wouldn’t let him cum just yet, stopping his movements until Zayne fell back just enough. He’d been edging Zayne in hopes that you’d wake and help him finish the good doctor off.

Who were you to deny your best friend pleasure.

You tilted your hips upward, sliding your folds along the shaft of Zayne’s cock with a smirk to Sylus. He chuckled, hand circling the root of Zayne to guide him into you. Zayne let out shuddered breaths, moans erupting from him as he sunk into you. He nearly collapsed atop you, his hips jerking against you with the force of the pleasure that wracked him.

His composure cracked a little more with every thrust, until he was slamming into you relentlessly. Each retreat impaled himself further on Sylus, as well, who let out a grunting moan each time he dug into Zayne. He nuzzled his face against the slope of Zayne’s neck, muttering praises into his ear. The snap of Zayne’s hips increased in tempo, his breath turning ragged as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge. You could feel pleasure coiling deep in you, ready to explode and shatter you with it.

And then everything came crashing down all at once. Your back arched off the bed with a harsh cry just as Zayne pushed into you as deep as he could go. His climax perfectly synched with your own, the pulsing twitch of his cock dancing with the flutter of your walls. And even Sylus, with his own guttural cry, pulled from Zayne and spent himself against the underside of Zayne’s cock, his cum dribbling down to spread on the seam where Zayne was buried in you.

Holding himself up on his forearms, Zayne dipped his head to kiss you. It was slow, unhurried, the way his mouth melded against yours. Sylus let himself fall to the side, dragging in great breaths to calm his thundering pulse. You reached out, caressing Sylus’s cheek and he nuzzled into your touch with a soft chuckle.

Zayne boldly leaned over and offered the same kind of kiss to Sylus as he’d just given you. You smiled at how comfortable he’d gotten with Sylus, something giddy rising in you at your two most trusted friends sharing themselves with each other.

All too soon, though, the bliss shared between the three of you was broken when Zayne’s phone went off and he dashed around to stuff himself back into his clothing. He paused briefly to kiss you on the cheek, giving Sylus a smile and a nod, before rushing out to go home and shower before returning to the hospital.

“We should keep a change of clothes here for him,” mused Sylus as the door swung shut. “I’ll bring some with my own next time.”

Next time.

Oh, you liked the sound of that.

[havanillas]

I don't mean to be that person but as someone who likes aventio I dont think its fair to say your comics are ratiorine tag when drawing aventio. either draw ratiorine with top ratio or don't say its aventio too when you only tag ratiorine. You must be a westerner but tags are important too. If your a switch then draw two and tag both, it bothers me as an aventio when you tag only ratiorine but draw aventio. Sincerely a tired easterner.

i was about to refute you with "wdym i'm not drawing ratiorine" then it clicked on me that dom bottom aventurine and sub top ratio is NOT the average perceived ratiorine dynamic, yeah that was a havanillas dumbass moment

you bring up a good point anon i really should've been tagging both dynamics since i've been leaving most of my works open to both interpretations

on a related note i actually have a different version i can change into if you guys like this more

i originally went with smug aven since that's closer to the meme it was referencing but this is also pretty funny in its own way

[narisawr]

mfw nendo ratio got announced as i put my nendo aventurine in a jar

[samcsao3]

Thanks~

[kepsik]

I love them so much waiting for the next collab (COOKING STREAM PLEASE)

[naninnai]

[ honkai star rail | ratiorine ] messy sketchiie 🔥

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ARE YOU A P★RN STAR?

paring : phainon, mydei, anaxa, aventurine, sunday x f!reader

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal), cow-girl, nipple play, biting, hair pulling, tit-fucking, slight slut-shaming, breeding kink, licking, spitting in mouth, degradation, humiliation, nasty sēx, filthy sēx, cōck-drunk reader, slight pūssy drunk Sunday and spanking.

synopsis : when the fucking is sooo good he thinks you’re a pornstar. minors do not interact.

☆ PHAINON !

Your thighs are shaking from the effort, hips grinding slow but deep, taking every inch of Phainon’s cock like you were born for it. His back is relaxed against the headboard, long white hair draped across the pillows like silk, armor undone just enough to expose his pale chest and the faint sheen of sweat catching in the hollow of his throat. He watches you ride him like it’s a performance made just for him—those blue eyes soft, but hungry.

His hands are everywhere. One draped low on your waist, thumb brushing just beneath your bellybutton, right over the obscene bulge his cock makes inside you. The other? Pinching your nipple between gloved fingers, tugging and rolling until your breath stutters and your body clenches down around him.

“Mmnh—fuck, P-Phainon…” you whimper, already a wreck.

He laughs softly—low, intimate, like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

“You ride me like you’ve done this before,” he murmurs, gaze lazily trailing from your tits to your hips. “You fuck me like you’re on camera. Should I be tipping you for this performance?”

Your face burns, but you moan when he rolls his hips up into you, stretching you even deeper. The size of him still makes you twitch, even after being split open for so long—your cunt sucking around him greedily, sloppy and wet, strings of slick coating his thighs. He’s so thick it hurts, but you don’t stop riding. You can’t.

Phainon leans forward with a soft growl, grabs your jaw, and coos, “Open.”

You obey, mouth wide and tongue out like a good little pet—and he spits. Warm and slow. It hits your tongue and you moan, dizzy and desperate. His smirk deepens as he watches you swallow it without hesitation.

“That’s it… fuck, you’re perfect. Filthy little thing,” he whispers, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “So sweet when you beg for it, but look at you now. You’re just a slut when I let you ride, hm? Just a tight little hole to milk me dry?”

His words make your hips stutter, your body starting to fold forward, overwhelmed and clenching.

“Aww,” he croons, mocking gently, “You gonna cum from that? From just being used? Go ahead, baby. Cum on it—show me how bad you want to be full.”

He grabs your hips, holding you steady, and fucks up into you with slow, brutal force. Every thrust is heavy, obscene—your soaked cunt squelching around him, drool slipping from your lips as you cry out, helpless to stop it.

“I’m gonna cum—!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulders, body trembling violently.

Phainon’s voice is low and rough now, breath hitting your ear. “You’re gonna take every drop. You hear me? I’m gonna fuck it so deep it sticks. I want it dripping out of you for hours, ruining your thighs—soak the sheets, make a mess. That’s what this pretty pussy’s for.”

You scream his name as you cum, hard and loud, pussy locking down around him in waves. And he keeps going.

Keeps. Fucking. Up. Into. You.

He watches your eyes roll, your body twitch and convulse, your moans turning to dumb little cries as you drool down onto his chest.

And then he groans—deep. Loud. Body tensing. He thrusts up and stays buried, cock twitching inside you as he cums. Hot. So much. You can feel it pulse, feel your insides getting filled, and the warmth makes your legs give out.

But he doesn’t stop.

He fucks it in. Keeps thrusting slow, deep, holding your hips down while he pumps every last drop inside. You’re whimpering, overstimulated, already full—but he groans again, voice raw with hunger.

“Did I say I was done?”

His hand reaches between your legs, fingers to your clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles.

“I want to see it spill. I want to watch you leak all over me. But not yet—not till I’ve filled you again. You’ll take it. All of it. You’re mine. You were made to be fucked like this.”

You sob, nodding, brain white-noise and legs trembling.

And Phainon smiles, soft and wicked.

“That’s my good little star. Keep riding. We’re not stopping, ‘till you can’t take it anymore.”

☆ MYDEIMOS !

Mydei’s hands are brutal on your hair, gripping thick strands and yanking your head back just enough to expose your neck. You gasp, mouth open, lips wet and trembling from how badly you need him. Your body is a trembling mess—so soaked, so hungry for every inch of him that your thighs won’t stop trembling, your hips nearly losing all control.

He leans in, teeth grazing your skin with sharp bites, lips trailing down your neck in hot, sloppy licks that leave you gasping and squirming.

“You ride me like you’re some kind of fucking pornstar,” he growls, voice low and ragged, dragging you down to his level by your hair. His golden eyes flash with fire and something darker—pure, raw hunger. “How the fuck do you ride this big cock like that? You trying to make me cum everywhere?”

You whimper and moan against him, your tongue slipping out to taste the salty skin beneath his jaw. Your mouth moves on instinct, licking and biting his neck with a desperate need that makes him snarl in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. So goddamn messy. You’re leaking all over me, babe. You want me to breed you, huh?” His grip tightens, fingers clawing into your hair harder, making your head jerk back. “Tell me you want to be full of me. Tell me you want me to fill you up till you can’t walk.”

You nod, breath coming in desperate gasps, voice trembling but raw with need. “Please, Mydei… fuck me so hard. Fill me up. I want all of you.”

He snarls, pushing into you with a force that steals your breath, hips slamming up with hard, punishing thrusts that make your whole body scream. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clutching him like a lifeline as he fucks you deep, balls slapping against your slick folds.

His mouth finds your throat, teeth sinking in just enough to leave marks as he growls, “You’re mine—mine to breed, mine to ruin. You’re gonna take every last drop, you hear me? Fill you up so full you’re dripping and leaking all over my cock.”

Your moans come out choked and messy, your head spinning from how good it feels and how much you want more. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around him, soaking him through and through, desperate for every thrust.

Mydei’s hand moves down to your breast, grabbing hard, fingers pinching your nipple until you cry out and arch into him, your mouth falling open in a shaky gasp.

“You’re a filthy slut for this, huh?” he spits, voice thick. “Riding me like I’m the only one who’s ever fucked you right. Like you belong to me.”

You whimper, biting your lip hard, tongue flicking out to taste the salty mix of sweat and spit that drips from his mouth.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? Can’t get enough, can you? Riding me like your whole world depends on it.” His thrusts get faster, rougher—pounding you deep and hard until you’re nothing but heat and wetness and trembling flesh.

He growls again, voice low and deadly, “Cum for me. Show me how bad you want it. Show me you’re mine.”

You scream his name, cumming so hard it feels like your body’s going to shatter. Your legs shake violently as he keeps fucking you through every wave, dragging you down into a dark, filthy haze where nothing exists but him pounding into your dripping cunt.

When he finally cums, his roar is deafening, hips jerking hard as he spills inside you, filling you so full you swear you can feel every hot drop.

He holds you tight, fingers tangled in your hair, and breathes out, “Goddamn… you fuck like you’re getting paid, baby. You’re mine.”

Mydei’s not done making you his messy, dripping little breeding prize yet—he’s got you right where he wants you, and he’s about to push you even further over the edge.

His heavy breaths fog up the room as he pulls out just enough to watch your body tremble, slick and swollen around him. Your pussy is dripping wet, dripping all over his thick cock, and he’s gripping your hips hard—like he’s marking you, claiming you as his.

“Look at you,” he snarls, eyes dark and wild, “so fucking needy and fucked out already. You want more, don’t you? You want me to fuck you again and again till you’re shaking and begging?”

You’re panting, cheeks flushed and slick with sweat, mouth open in a desperate pant. You nod, words falling apart in your throat, but your body screams the truth—soaked, slick, full of that raw hunger only he can feed.

His hand snaps forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp in pain and pleasure. His lips find your jawline, biting harshly then licking the bite like a cruel lover savoring his prize.

“You’re mine,” he growls, voice rough like gravel, “and I’m gonna breed you so hard you won’t remember your own name. You’re gonna ride me until you’re leaking all over my cock, crying my name like the filthy slut you are.”

You moan, trembling, the words like fire in your veins. You feel so empty and so full at once—your pussy dripping, clenching, burning from how much you’ve already taken, but still aching for more.

Without warning, he flips you over with brutal strength, pressing your chest down to the mattress. Your breath catches as he slaps your ass hard, a loud smack echoing in the room.

“On your hands and knees. Take it like the good slut you are.”

You obey instantly, hips jerking back when he lines up and slams back inside you. His cock stretches you deep and hard, driving into you with rough, punishing thrusts that make your vision swim.

His hands grip your hips and then slide up to your waist, squeezing hard, one hand trailing down to find your clit. He rubs it fast, cruel, making you squeal and shake as he fucks you harder.

“Look at this pussy—mine, dripping all over my cock,” he growls, voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “You gonna take every drop I give you? Gonna let me breed you full?”

You’re choking on a sob, biting your lip so hard it bleeds, body trembling in pure overstimulation. His cock pushes deeper, hitting places that make you scream.

His hand shoots forward, grabbing your hair again, yanking your head back so you meet his gaze.

“Say it,” he commands, teeth flashing, “Say you’re mine.”

“Mine…” you gasp, tears streaming,

“That’s it. Good girl.”

His thrusts speed up, pounding into you with merciless force, hitting deeper, stretching you wide until you’re shaking violently beneath him.

Your moans turn into desperate cries as you cum again, hard and wild, pussy clenching so tight around him he groans deep in his throat.

And then—his own body tenses, hips jerking as he empties inside you, filling you with hot, sticky ropes of cum. You’re so full you feel like you might burst, but he holds you tight, fucking you through every pulse until he’s spent.

Finally, he collapses next to you, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you close.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice low and satisfied, “always.”

☆ ANAXAGORAS !

Anaxa’s eye bore into yours like a predator sizing up his prize. The heat in the room was thick enough to suffocate, but you barely noticed—because you were already drowning in the feeling of him beneath you, the way his body pressed up, claiming every inch of your skin.

He smirked, that slow, dangerous smile that promised both pleasure and pain. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of fucking porn star?” His voice was low, teasing, laced with a hunger that made your breath hitch.

You flushed, heart pounding as you rolled your hips over him, feeling the thick length of his cock pressing deliciously against your slick core. “Maybe I am,” you whispered, biting your lip. “Maybe you’re just lucky enough to find out.”

Anaxa chuckled, a throaty sound that sent vibrations right through your bones. His hands slid up your sides, fingers curling around your ribs before slipping under your shirt to cup your tits. The warmth of his palms set your skin on fire.

His thumbs found your nipples instantly, flicking and pinching with expert precision. You gasped, hips stuttering as a sharp spike of pleasure radiated through you. “God, you’re so fucking sensitive,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

You whimpered, arching into his touch as he tightened his grip. “Don’t stop,” you begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Anaxa’s grin deepened. “You’re such a dirty little girl, begging like that.” His fingers pinched harder, rolling your nipples between thumb and forefinger until you squirmed under his hands.

You leaned forward, lips brushing against his jaw, breath hot and shaky. “Make me yours,” you whispered, “Breed me, Anaxa. Fill me up.”

His hands dropped from your chest, one sliding to grip your hip firmly while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you met his smoldering gaze.

“Ride me like you mean it,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

You lowered yourself slowly onto him, every inch of his thick cock sliding deep inside you. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, full, and utterly consuming. You closed your eyes, savoring the way he stretched you, the way your bodies fit perfectly together.

Anaxa’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you as you began to move. You set a slow, steady rhythm, hips rolling forward, grinding down onto him like you were claiming him as yours.

He moaned, low and rough, fingers digging into your skin. “That’s it, Show me how badly you want this.”

You bit your lip, cheeks flushing hotter as you picked up the pace, bouncing on him harder, hips snapping with urgent need. The slick sound of skin sliding against skin filled the room.

Anaxa’s hands roamed your body—down your back, tracing the curve of your ass, up your sides again, before settling on your breasts. His thumbs returned to your nipples, flicking and twisting them with expert teasing.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

“You’re such a fucking good girl for me,” he whispered, voice thick with desire. “So wet, so ready. You’re made to take me like this.”

You gasped as his cock pulsed inside you, hitting deep with every thrust. You felt your body tightening, the coil of pleasure building faster and faster.

Anaxa leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re going to come for me, I want to see you lose control.”

Your hands clenched into fists at his shoulders as your hips moved frantically, desperate for release. The warmth in your tummy bloomed, spreading out in waves of heat and dizzying pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, voice breaking. “Anaxa—please.”

He growled, thrusting up harder, faster. His grip on your hips tightened, nails biting into your skin as he chased his own climax.

Your body tensed, muscles trembling as the first orgasm crashed over you, hot and overwhelming. You cried out, head thrown back as you rode the wave, trembling beneath him.

Anaxa didn’t let up, driving into you with fierce determination, pushing you through your high and straight into his own.

His breath came out ragged, voice thick with need as he cursed your name, releasing deep inside you with a shudder.

The heat of his seed filled you completely, and you felt yourself soften around him, a delicious haze settling over your senses.

He pulled you close, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Mine,” he whispered, lips brushing over your temple. “Always mine.”

You smiled, heart pounding, chest rising and falling beneath his steady hands. “Forever.”

Anaxa’s fingers drifted back to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds even as he held you. “Look at you—marked, full, and dripping for me.”

You shivered, nerves raw and trembling, but burning with satisfaction.

“You’re my perfect girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pride. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched again as his lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing softly.

“Ride you again?” you whispered, needy and bold.

Anaxa laughed, deep and satisfied. “Always.”

You rose up, hips moving slow at first, savoring the feeling of his cock filling you, then faster, harder, until the room echoed with your cries and his low groans.

He teased your nipples mercilessly, flicking and pinching, the pleasure sharp and delicious, pushing you closer to the edge again and again.

“Come for me, baby doll,” he growled. “Fill me up, show me how good you are.”

Your body clenched, eyes closing tight as another shuddering orgasm tore through you.

Anaxa matched you, crashing over the edge with a groan, his seed hot and wild inside you.

You collapsed together, sweat-slick skin pressed tight.

“Porn star,” he whispered with a smirk, voice teasing but full of love. “That’s exactly what you are.”

☆ AVENTURINE !

Aventurine’s grin was slow and knowing as he watched you settle onto his lap, the heat between your bodies already thick enough to choke on. His fingers traced lazy patterns across your thighs, teasing the bare skin visible beneath your skirt as you straddled him like you owned every inch of the bed.

“You like sitting on me like this?” His voice was low, smooth, carrying that teasing edge that made your pulse race. His hands slid up, palms pressing against your hips, fingers digging in just a little, reminding you he was in charge even as you took the lead.

You smirked, hips rocking gently in response, feeling him hard and ready beneath you. “Maybe I do.”

His breath hitched as you pressed closer, the wet heat of your slick folds brushing his cock, already thick and aching inside his pants. He tugged at the waistband of his trousers, sliding them down with a lazy, possessive tug until his length sprang free—long, thick, and already glistening with precome.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, hands gripping your hips tighter, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. “Look at you, all wet and hungry.”

You leaned down, lips brushing his jaw, voice breathy and low, “You want to taste me?”

Without hesitation, he tipped his head, catching your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that burned with heat and promise. His tongue slipped inside, exploring, claiming, as his hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking gently, teasing him as you slid your hips forward, rubbing yourself against his bare cock. The slick, sloppy sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, wet and messy.

He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to your breasts, cupping them hard. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, rolling the hardened buds until you shivered against him, breath hitching.

“God, your tits are fucking perfect,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly, sucking and biting with delicious possessiveness.

You gasped, arching into him, slick folds grinding harder against his cock as you felt him pressing up, aching to slide inside you. His hands moved lower, gripping your hips as he lifted you up and down, slow and steady.

“Ride me,” he commanded softly, voice thick with need. “Make a mess on me.”

You sank down onto him, slick warmth swallowing his length as you moved in a steady, slow rhythm. The bed creaked beneath you, the slick, sloppy sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

His hands gripped your waist, thumbs digging in as he held you close, pressing his chest to your back. His lips brushed the curve of your neck, leaving hot kisses that made you shiver.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “So fucking perfect.”

You leaned forward, hands on his chest, grinding harder as the coil inside you tightened. His cock pulsed inside you, thick and demanding, filling you completely.

His fingers slid under your shirt again, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs flicking your nipples as he thrust up into you. The mixture of his hands on your tits and the feeling of him deep inside sent your breath spiraling.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, voice trembling.

He didn’t. His hands rolled your nipples between fingers and thumb, pinching harder now, his cock pistoning inside you with relentless, messy force.

You cried out, the pleasure spilling over, burning through your veins as you came hard, muscles clenching around him, squeezing him deep.

He groaned, voice rough as he followed, releasing with a shuddering growl, thick ropes of cum flooding into you, hot and heavy and marking you.

You collapsed against his chest, breath ragged and sweat-slicked skin pressed tight. His hands still kneaded your tits, thumbs flicking the sensitive nipples as he whispered against your ear, “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

You whimpered, lips brushing his neck. “More.”

He laughed low and dark, hips still twitching as he slid one hand down to your dripping folds, fingers slipping inside you to stroke and tease.

“Always more,” he promised, eyes burning with hunger.

You pushed up, grinding back onto his fingers as he sucked your neck, marking you, claiming you.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back gently so he could look at you. “You like being my messy little slut?”

You nodded breathlessly, lips parting in a needy smile.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in another deep, possessive kiss before rolling you onto your back. His hands roamed your body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of wet skin.

He cupped your breasts again, this time bringing them together as he lined his cock up with your mouth. “Show me how much you want it,” he murmured.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking him slowly, tasting yourself on him, the slick warmth mingling with his salt and musk.

He groaned, hips jerking as you deepened the kiss, his cock filling your mouth, hands tangled in your hair to hold you steady.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark and hungry. “Such a fucking good girl.”

He flipped you back onto your hands and knees, pressing you into the bed as he knelt behind you. His hands gripped your hips hard, spreading your legs wide.

“You’re so wet,” he growled, pressing his cock against your entrance before sliding inside with a slow, deep thrust that stole your breath.

You cried out, his length stretching you open, filling you completely.

His hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs pinching your nipples as he started pounding into you from behind, messy and relentless.

The slick sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with your cries and his low, filthy growls.

He reached around to cup your face, brushing your hair back as he whispered, “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.”

You shivered, body trembling as the coil of pleasure built again, thick and wild.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Let me fill you up again.”

Your body clenched, muscles spasming as you came hard, hot, and wild.

He followed, releasing deep inside you once more, his breath ragged as he held you close.

You collapsed together, slick and tangled, the mess of cum and sweat marking the proof of your fire.

He kissed your shoulder, voice soft but still thick with want. “You’re perfect. Always.”

You smiled, flushed and trembling. “Yours.”

☆ SUNDAY !

Sunday doesn’t stop staring.

From the moment you straddle him, skirt rucked up around your waist and nothing underneath, his pretty yellow eyes go wide. His tongue darts across his lip as you sink down, slow, letting him feel every second of his thick cock sliding into your soaking heat.

“Ah—fuck,” he gasps, hands trembling against your thighs, grip tightening like he’s scared you might disappear. “You’re… you feel… you’re too good, it’s too much—”

You lean in, planting both hands on his chest, your hips starting a steady grind, slow at first, then with a messy slap that makes both of you gasp. His wings twitch. Delicate, those opalescent wings behind his ears flutter once—like a flicker of his pleasure leaking out without his permission.

You smirk. “You always this sensitive, or is it just me?”

He groans, high and desperate, his hands flying up to cup your hips. “Just you. Fuck, just you. I never—never felt anyone like this—”

Your pussy squeezes around him hard and he shakes.

“God,” he pants, “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You roll your hips in a deep, dragging circle, the sound of your soaked cunt taking his cock again and again filling the air, lewd and obscene. His head falls back against the pillows, neck exposed, flushed and gleaming with sweat.

“You gonna cum already?” you whisper sweetly, nails dragging across his chest, over the silk of his shirt. “Just from me bouncing on it a little?”

“D-Don’t say it like that—!” His hands jerk against your thighs, trying to grip harder, control something, anything, but you keep riding him with that same smooth rhythm, your pace unbothered, steady, cruel.

He bites his lip hard, hips stuttering underneath you. “I can’t—fuck—slow down—I can’t—”

You grab a fistful of his soft silver hair and yank his head up.

His gasp is filthy, his whole body jolting. The wings twitch twice, shivering behind his ears like they’re about to start fluttering full-on.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” you coo, watching the heat bloom across his cheeks. “Good boy.”

A noise slips from his throat—high, broken—and he chokes on his own breath, trying to thrust up into you even as you keep control of the rhythm. His cock twitches deep inside you, so hot and swollen you can feel the desperation in every twitch of his hips.

“I wanna fill you,” he babbles, helpless. “I need to. You’re gonna take it, right? All of it? Let me stuff you full—make you mine—”

You laugh, filthy and delighted, and bounce harder, the lewd sounds of your bodies clapping together echoing around the room.

“Then do it,” you purr. “Breed me, Sunday.”

His eyes flutter back in his head, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as his body tenses—

And then the wings behind his ears start flapping.

Not twitching, flapping. Fast, erratic, panicked with pleasure as he cums inside you hard, his breath stalling, mouth open, hips jerking helplessly. Thick warmth spills inside you, pulsing deep as he fills you to the brim.

“Ahhh—oh fuckfuckfuck—!” he whimpers, panting as your pussy keeps milking him through every wave of orgasm. “It’s so good—I’m gonna—gonna—nghh—”

You don’t stop.

Even as he shakes and trembles, you keep moving, rolling your hips slow and mean, making sure every drop stays buried deep inside. His cock twitches again, and he sobs, clinging to you like his life depends on it.

“I can’t—can’t stop cumming—” he gasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Feels too good—too fucking good—!”

You grab his face, tilting it toward you as you ride him into overstimulation.

“Then don’t stop,” you whisper, voice syrup-sweet. “You wanted to fill me, right? Then make sure it sticks.”

He cries out, hands tangled in your skirt, his breath ragged and broken. His wings keep flapping, wild and frantic with every wave of pleasure that wrecks him.

You slow the pace, dragging his cock deep inside with each bounce, making him feel every squeeze of your walls, every slick movement. He’s whining now, legs trembling, face buried in your chest.

“More…” he breathes. “I need more—can’t stop—I wanna do it again, wanna fill you up again—fuckfuckfuck—”

You grin, raking your fingers through his messy hair.

“You really are needy,” you hum. “Cute.”

He looks up at you, face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Say it again,” he pleads. “Say I’m yours. Say you want it—want me to breed you again—”

You ride him slow, deliberate, dragging his cock out almost to the tip before sinking back down with a wet, squelching sound that makes you both moan.

“Breed me again, Sunday,” you whisper, voice hot in his ear. “Put another load in me. Ruin me.”

He whimpers.

His cock twitches violently, already hard again despite the mess dripping between your thighs. He grabs your hips and begs— “Pleasepleaseplease, let me, I can, I swear, I’m gonna give you everything—”

You lean down, mouth at his ear, whispering filth while grinding your clit against him.

His wings flutter again, light and frantic, like they’re betraying every desperate, aching feeling he can’t put into words.

You kiss his cheek, sweet and cruel.

“Then give me everything, sweetheart.”

Sunday is panting underneath you, his flushed chest rising and falling fast like he just ran a marathon. His soft white hair sticks to his forehead, his yellow eyes glazed over as he tries to remember how to speak.

You’re still on top, your thighs sticky and sore, cum dripping out of you in slow, hot spurts, but you don’t move. His cock is still buried inside, twitching weakly, too sensitive, too hard again.

His trembling fingers trail up to your hips. You watch him gulp, throat bobbing, his mouth barely working before he blurts out—

“…Are you a porn star or somethin’?”

You blink. Then laugh, hard.

He looks up at you like you’re magic and sin wrapped together, his pretty little wings flapping weakly behind his ears as he stares in complete awe.

“I’m serious,” he breathes, sounding dazed. “That was—that was not normal. No one’s ever—fucked me like that—talked like that—rode me like—like you knew exactly how to break me—”

You smirk, leaning down, your lips brushing over his jaw.

“Poor baby,” you purr, voice like warm syrup. “You thought you could handle it. Thought you could just lie back and breed me like it was gonna be easy.”

He groans like you punched the air out of his lungs.

“You made me—f-fuck, I came so hard I think I blacked out,” he admits, his cheeks bright red. “My legs don’t even work. You milked me.”

Your hips roll again, slow and taunting. He yelps, body jolting underneath you, tears prickling in the corners of his pretty golden eyes.

“You’re still hard,” you whisper, amused, “and you’re still inside. You wanna go again?”

He makes a broken, needy sound in the back of his throat, hands gripping your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality.

“Yes,” he pants. “God, yes. Please, again. I’ll cum again, I swear—I’ll give you so much—I wanna fill you until it leaks out when you walk—‘til I can see it dripping down your thighs—”

His wings twitch harder, that fluttering picking up again. You grab one fistful of his hair and pull, and he moans.

“Such a messy little thing,” you say sweetly. “You like that your cum’s dripping out of me, huh?”

“Yes,” he whimpers.

You clench around him on purpose, just to watch his jaw go slack and his back arch off the sheets.

“That’s why you thought I was a porn star?” you tease, licking along his cheek. “Because no one’s ever let you cum this much?”

“N-No one’s ever—talked like that—fucked like that—”

You start to move again, your pace a little meaner now, riding him slow but deep, messy wet sounds filling the air as another rush of cum spills from between your thighs.

His head falls back, mouth open, eyes fluttering.

“Oh fuck—again—” he gasps. “You’re gonna make me cum again—so fast—ah—ahhh fuck, you’re perfect—”

You lean close to his ear, your voice low and hot.

“Gonna knock me up this time?” you whisper. “Gonna make it take?”

He screams.

His hands dig into your hips, slamming you down onto him as he cums again, hard and fast, stuffing you even fuller than before. His wings beat out of control behind his ears, frantic, like they’re about to lift him off the bed.

“Oh fuck—baby—fuck—it’s so much—!” he moans, sobbing as he pumps you full again. “I can feel it—it’s everywhere—fuckfuckfuck—”

You rock against him gently as he twitches, body shaking under you.

By the time you finally still, both of you ruined and soaking in his cum, he’s just staring up at you. In love. Destroyed. Worshipful.

“…You gotta tell me if this was real,” he whispers, hoarse. “Because if you’re not a porn star, I think I just saw God.”

You grin.

“I’m not a porn star, sweetheart,” you whisper, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “I’m worse.”

And Sunday’s pretty little wings shiver all over again.

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