In all fairness, scaring Zayne by jumping out from under his desk had seemed like a great idea at the time. Flawless, really. You'd planned it out perfectly.
What you hadn't foreseen was missing your chance and getting stuck under his desk while he joins a virtual meeting.
You can't scare him now, not in front of his very distinguished colleagues who only see him as the very distinguished Dr. Zayne. It's during this pondering that he shifts, and you hold your breath so as to not be discovered. His hand moves to rest on his knee, drumming for a moment before stopping and waving at you. You nearly gasp in shock.
The fucker knows you're down here.
You'll kill him later, already relishing in the sex ban you'll have to implement for keeping you trapped under this cramped desk with no non-embarrassing escape route. Any attempts to crawl out would be noticed instantly on his camera, and you'd really like to be able to show your face here again.
But Zayne...he has to show his face here.
The grin on your face is positively evil as your hands slowly rest on his thighs. You feel the muscle tense under your touch, shifting ever so slightly as your hands begin to slide higher.
You stop when lithe fingers take hold of your wrist, waiting patiently. You won't push after all, but Zayne is more adventurous than he seems. It's why after a moment of hesitation, he releases your wrist and guides your hand to his belt.
Of course, you won't be going easy on him. You take your time with it, slowly undoing his pants, palming his half hard cock through his boxers and licking him through the fabric until his nails nearly tear holes through the fabric of his slacks.
When you finally take him in your mouth, he sighs in relief, so quiet that only you can hear it. Still, your thirst for revenge isn't quite satiated. So when you finally get to the base of him? You stop.
His hand that was so casually waving at you earlier is now clenched into a tight fist. You manage a peak up at him, and his gaze meets yours for a single second.
Tags: NSFW - MDNI. cunnilingus, blood, uh... that's it I think.
Pairing: Sylus x Reader
Notes: Not much to say other than I love gothic romance and am surrounded by enablers <3 just a small drabble. May everyone that's pulling have really good luck!!
All you see is stained glass windows.
Milky, cold moonlight spills down the intricate rose patterns, beautiful craftsmanship meant to allow light into the altar to highlight something holy, sacred. Not you, spread and vulnerable as you lie atop the coffin's wooden surface. A moan rips from your lips, almost echoing off the walls of the empty Church, and he has the gall to laugh.
"Come back to me, Countess," Sylus drawls in that deep, assured voice of his, with that tone that makes you wonder if he could somehow purr. "Focus on me."
You shudder, shutting your eyes, but you can't keep the slick, creamy sound of your arousal away. In, out. You bite your lip this time, but it proves to be futile when those long, dexterous fingers of his insistently rub against the sweet spot in your core. A cry of his name falls from your lips and definitely echoes over the empty rows of pews this time when he swirls his tongue over your sensitive bud.
Another rumbling laugh, a kiss to the side of your clit. "Better."
You make the mistake of looking down, the mock of a frown on your features melting into something else when you're met with the sight of him. Long silvery hair highlighted by the moonlight, ruby red eyes that glint with a better shine than the stained glass roses, sharp almost too handsome features hovering between your spread thighs. One hand keeping you open to him, the other still playing with your cunt.
Sylus' thumb caresses your thigh, right over a bite mark, two drops of blood have grown dry over your skin. A lazy, cocky smile spreads over his features when the sight makes you clench around his fingers. A devilish smile that's covered in your arousal, and your blood.
"What's wrong, now?"
He's been at it for hours. Bringing you to your peak, only to then sink his fangs into you, prolonging your climax as he drinks from your blood and your pleasure.
"H-How was this part of the deal?" Your voice is raw, even to your own ears.
He kisses your thigh, fangs skimming over the skin as he moves closer to your dripping cunt again, his tongue runs over your slick folds once more only to wrap around your sensitive clit and suck. You do your best to hold his gaze through the haze of pleasure, and his eyes glint in satisfaction.
"You taste sweet," He smiles, like that's enough of an explanation. "And this…." He nuzzles your thigh again, fangs flashing in the milky light as he runs his tongue over the dried blood of one of the bites. "Tastes even sweeter when you're lost in pleasure."
You whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, presses a kiss to your folds that's too tender for what he's been doing. He leans over you on the coffin, still fully dressed while your dress is in shatters.
"Unless you're questioning my methods?" He leans closer, breath fanning over your neck as his hips press down against yours. You gasp as the hard heat of him is unmistakable even through the white fabric. He sucks on your neck, drawing another filthy moan out of you. "I could drink from here, while I pleasure you differently. What will it be, my dearest wife?"
Your mind is clouded with pleasure, heat, and the scent of him, and you're sure he knows that. You just hope he can get his fill before sunrise.
he's already pent up from a week of no touching, no kisses, overtime at the hospital; so by the time you have him pinned against the kitchen counter, lips pressing soft kisses to the column of his throat, the tips of his ears and his cheeks are already flushing a pale pink.
'liking it?' you murmur into his neck, teeth grazing over his stuttering pulse, savoring the scent of him. maple syrup from this morning, a spritz of peppermint, his cologne, and something that is utterly him.
"you have no idea, my love." he breathes out, voice soft and fingers running down your back like an accordion, pulling you flush against him. you giggle into his shoulder, unbuttoning his shirt to kiss along the pale edges of his collarbone and his throat. when you look up, he's pink, lips kiss-bitten and swollen, eyes closed, his lashes so long they rest against his cheek. he's trying to get his breathing under control, but you have other plans, kissing your way down his neck to his chest, fingers hooked into his waistband.
he slides his hand under your shirt, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your hip. zayne looks down at you, obviously expecting a kiss, when you slip out of his hold and slide away to the opposite end of the kitchen, turning your back to him and enveloping yourself in chopping the rest of the chives for dinner.
"love?" he calls, and he's quite apparently bewildered. "did i... do anything wrong?"
"nope," you call sweetly. "just need to finish making dinner. wouldn't mind some help."
he hums, coming up behind you, cold hands creeping into your shirt to rest on your stomach. "minx," he murmurs into your ear, teeth grazing your neck just below your ear. "someone wants to be a brat today."
you continue your cooking ministrations as if nothing has happened, as if his hands aren't slowly creeping towards your chest.
"just making dinner, zaynie." you say, sing song, feeling him pressed up against your ass, hard and impatient.
he kisses along the column of your neck, then sighs, moving away.
"fine." he says, his tone making you look up at him. he's leaning against the counter beside you, hair tousled and shirt half unbuttoned, his hardness very obviously visible through his trousers, half-lidded eyes roving over you as if there's nothing he'd like to taste more than you.
Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...maybe a SUPER shy and inexperienced mc x walking anatomy textbook zayne? ] ¡! ❞
A/N; IDK WHY I STRUGGLED SM WITH THIS OMG Enjoy and have a nice day/night <33 send a tip if ya like <3
TAGS; MDNI. body anatomy. shy reader. teasing. dirtytalk. fingering.
You never would have guessed Zayne had this side to him.
Sure, he has his dry humor, he's a ridiculously smart doctor who knows everything possible about the human body, always giving you tips for your health, checking in on you because you're his beloved girlfriend, after all— but today he's different. And so are you.
You've always been the shy type. But this? This is…
"Nervous?"
"N-no…"
He leans closer, so close you can feel the faint touch of his lips against your ear. His fingers trace lightly over your skin, and he chuckles softly at the way goosebumps rise wherever they wander, his touch lingering on your shoulder.
"No? Oh," he pierces you with his gaze through his slightly fogged glasses, watching your heaving breath and noticing the way your nipples harden as his warm breath slightly brushes over them, "Increased heart rate, hot skin... cute. I'd almost think you are nervous."
You try to look away, squirming under the intensity, but his hand lands gently under your chin,forcing you to meet his emerald gaze.
"Relaxxxx, darling," he purrs, free hand drifting down, fingers barely skimming your exposed, puffy folds, "No need to go shy on me."
A jolt shoots through you, and you yelp, thighs instinctively trying to clamp shut, but his hips cut your efforts short.
"Tsk, tsk," chiding softly, his analytical gaze flicking from your desperately clenched thighs up to your painfully hard nipples, "Heightened sensitivity," hand from your chin brushing your neck, his fingers finding rabbit-quick pulse hammering beneath your skin, "Elevated adrenaline."
His touch trails lower until a single finger flicks casually over your puffy nipple, pulling an embarrassed mewl from your lips.
"You need me to fuck you, don't you, love?"
"Z-zayne! Don't be so blunt—"
Your protest quickly dissolves into a strangled moan as the pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles right onto it, watching your face contort with a fascinated glint in his green eyes.
"But it's the textbook truth, darling."
He's clearly teasing, his stiff cock twitching beneath his boxers at every tiny sound you let out, his tongue lashing out to lap at your pulse, littering your skin in wet kisses until his mouth locks right onto one of your nipples.
"Though I must admit," your eyes snap down to watch him trail lower until he places a kiss right under your belly button, "seeing you squirm like this—" he stops himself with a groan, face to face with your weeping pussy now, watching your soaked folds puff and huff, clenching around nothing, "—is far more entertaining than any dull observation I could've anticipated."
Quick, you tear your gaze away once he locks eyes with you, huffing out a frustrated breath because you can already hear another tease spilling from his lips.
"Ah, the gaze aversion."
Great.
"Classic signal of cognitive overload. Too many sensations at once, hm?"
Hands fidgeting all around as you try to find composure under his harsh gaze, and he notices, of course. He always does.
Right then, his tongue lashes out to wipe one loooong lick through your glisterning folds, emerald eyes snapping up at your obscene whine.
"You're so mean, Zayne!"
"You know, darling," he murmurs, shocking your core with another kittenlick to your clit, "if I really was mean, I could make this much, much worse for you."
And that cocky smirk makes you huff out a frustrated groan, your hand now slowly and carefully tangling in his raven hair.
His grin only widens against your soaked cunt, and then he's feasting on you with shameless, hungry slurp, slurp, sluuurps, tongue working overtime, "But you're feeling good, no?"
A disapproving hum vibrates against your quivering pussy when you don't give him the answer he's looking for, closing his mouth over your clit in response.
He's sucking on the bud hard, a sharp smack! of his hand against your inner thigh following, qucikly scolding your squirming form.
"Y-yes! Feels g-good!"
You finally gasp out, and then he releases your clit with a wet pop!, his emerald eyes flicking up to observe the twisted expressions washing over that cute face of yours.
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear," he hums in aproval, and your brows knit in confusion because you can't even guess what your smartass of a boyfriend muttered against your pussy just now,
"Now," he begins, his finger teasing the rim of your gasping hole,
~ I couldn't just write the SMAU and not add in some actual smut for this kinda trope... Nothing too crazy length wise for the drabbles so this post is still pretty bite-sized! Hope you enjoy :)
“More… please I need more…” You were writhing below him, body slick with sweat, burning from the exertion and the fever. Sylus was panting above you, hair sticking to his forehead as he lowered himself from his hands to his arms. “Greedy…”
The kisses were wet, open-mouthed along your salty skin. His cock, still half inside of you, throbbing despite coming four or five times already. “Sy, it hurts, please…” Your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to turn your head to meet his lips.
“My poor baby.” The vibration of his words has your back arching, whimpering as he pushes all the way back in.
“Is it terrible for me to say I like having you like this?” He reluctantly pulls his lips from your skin, to look at your fucked-out face. His hips moved on their own, the sight fueling his movements just to see the relief flood your features. “Should wear off in a few hours, hopefully.”
But even as you succumbed to the pleasure, you could tell he didn’t want it to end. “Q-quit talking and fuck me harder…!”
The aphrodisiac was still flooding your veins, clouding your head. Every stroke only intensifies the hunger pooling deep in your belly. All you wanted was him, engulfing every one of your senses.
Sylus only huffed out a laugh, adjusting himself to gather your legs and press them brutally against your chest. The new angle knocked the wind out of you as he used it to his advantage and thrusted his hips harder. Just as you had not so kindly asked.
But, given your circumstances, he’d let it slide. “Sy!” You nearly yelled, eyes threatening to roll back as pleasure seeped through your aching body. Your cunt sputters around him for the umpteenth time since getting back to Onychinus’ base, but still not quite sating the endless desire to devour him whole.
“It’s going to be a long night, hmm?”
“Harder, Xavier! Please, I need it so bad…” Your face was pressed into his pillow, his hands were heavy on your bruised hips. He had already brought you to your end at least seven times, but the fever was still burning, your limbs still felt like they were filled with jello.
“I know, my girl, I know.” You couldn’t even pull yourself back enough to look at him, eyes welling with tease as his hips snapped harder against your plush skin. “Gonna fuck this awful poison right out of you, my girl. Gonna make you feel so much better.”
Cum was dripping obscenely down your inner thighs, You weren’t sure how many times Xavier had cum, but you knew your body craved more. “X-Xavier…!” You wailed, muffled by his pillow as he kissed your cervix with the head of his cock.
A sick sense of satisfaction bubbled in your stomach, lips curling into a cock-drunk smile as you clenched around him. “Cum in me again, I need to feel you cum in me.” Every ounce of shame left your body – thanks to the aphrodisiac from the wanderer.
Xavier didn’t mind it one bit, not when he could see your flushed face and drool staining his pillow case.
“You’re so cute like this, my girl. So pretty and fucked out just for me, begging for my cock. I…” He groans, cock twitching as he feels you shudder around him. “I don’t want to see you in pain, but you’re just so adorable…” He’s coming before he can stop himself, flooding your greedy womb with his seed, sending you right over the edge again.
You soak his thighs, his abdomen, every ounce of your release wetting his skin, the sheets. It was so lewd, so hot, you could only cry out as Xavier nearly collapsed on your back, hips still rutting endlessly into the tight, warm embrace of your greedy cunt.
“Z…Z please I need more than this…!” Tears leaked down your face, skin hot with the fever that made your entire body tremble. His head had been buried between your thighs for god knows how long at this point, but the pit in your stomach didn’t ease up.
Not even after coming on his tongue three times, not when his fingers fucked into you either. “Z it hurts so much, m’sorry for not being more careful and I’m sorry for saying his cologne smelt good but can you please just fuck me?”
Your chest heaves with restrained sobs, his hazel eyes dare to peek up at you over the swell of your pubic bone, mouth still occupied with your cunt. You’re coming again, back arching and thighs twitching as you try to control the near primal noises that threaten to leave you.
“It seems the effects of the wanderer’s aphrodisiac are not contagious.” He speaks as if he doesn’t have your cum glistening on his chin, his lips, nearly dripping down his neck. “Since I can confirm we won’t both fall ill from this…”
You choke on a sob as the dull head of his cock catches on your entrance, so slippery that it nearly pushes right in.
“I can fulfill my duties of making you feel better.” His mouth swallows up all of your noises, not daring to tease you further. You’ve had him in you more times than you can count, but this time? This time it has you entire body burning, nails leaving crescent shapes in his tense shoulder blades as his hips find the rhythm he knows you love.
Every drag of his cock as you crying into his mouth, tears blurring your vision as he pulls away to stare down at your slack-jawed expression. “Feel this, feel every inch of me inside of you, my love. Only think about me. Nobody else, got it?”
That’s all it took for your cunt to sputter around him, gushing your release in record time. “Got it?” Zayne didn’t falter, fucking you through your orgasm and keeping the hollow ache of the aphrodisiac in the far back of your mind. “G-got it…” you couldn’t even remember what he had said at this point, slowly succumbing to the fever.
“You… you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight, pips…” The amount of sweat dripping down Caleb’s forehead had you wondering who was more affected by the wanderer’s aphrodisiac. “Harder, Caleb, I need it so deep it hurts.”
Your chest bounced with each thrust, pushing you inch by inch up his bed until your head threatened to smack against the wooden headboard. “I can’t hurt ya, pips… no chance…!” Still, he pushed your thighs higher, squishing them into your breasts as he angled his cock deeper. “Caleb…!” The scream that tears your throat is deafening, nails digging so deep into his forearms that blood starts to well.
“T-this aphrodisiac, does it also increase your strength?” The pain only added to his pleasure, the entire lower half of his body recoiling every time he bottomed out in your tight cunt. “Caleb…!” You could only babble his name, eyes blurring with tears as pleasure finally started to outweigh the ache that had been suffocating you.
“Just keep saying my name, baby. I’ll make it all better.” He could feel your walls spasming around him, a warm gush of your arousal covering his groin. “Feel s’good doesn’t it? I’ve got you, just like when we were younger, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”
Your whimpers fill the bedroom, mixed with sniffles as your fingers finally ease their grip and start clawing at his skin instead. “Does it feel better? You’re starting to relax.” The timber of his voice as your pleasure swirling, another orgasm building in your gut as pleasure overwhelms your poor swollen pussy.
“Cum for me again, baby. It’ll make you feel so much better…”
“Cutieee!” Rafayel’s head fell back against the couch, you hadn’t even been able to make it to the bedroom. Hell, you had barely gotten through the doors of Mo Art Studio before you were ripping at his clothing. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…”
The couch creaked with the force of your hips, dropping yourself down on his cock again and again. Nothing but the sound of your slick bodies connecting and the smell of sex filled the room. “No m’not, feels so good…”
Your cheeks were stained with tears, your nails digging into the leather of the couch as Rafayel’s dug into the skin of your hips.
“S-shit… you’re so hot.” his head falls back, sweaty and flushed as the moonlight washes over you both. You lost track of how many times you’d already cum, all you knew is the evidence was smeared on your thighs, his groin, leaking down to the couch below you. “T-to the touch or in general?”
Your smile is crooked as you drop all your weight back down, rolling your hips deliciously against his and shivering at the sensation of his tip kissing your cervix. “All of the above.” A raspy gasp, one hand leaving your hip to grab your head. The kiss is a hard clash of teeth and tongue, saliva dripping down your chin.
“Fuck I wanna devour you, Raf. Please… you’d let me, right?” Your pupils were blown wide, lips swollen from his kisses, completely bathed in the cool glow of the moon coming from the window right behind him. You looked like a goddess, or maybe the most dangerous siren the sea god had ever encountered.
Okay so, I am not a Xavy main (I like him but he’s not among my favs 🤷🏻♀️) anyways… I was changing the outfits for the guys and also interacting with them while I was on it AND THEN I GOT SURPRISED WITH XAVIER’S VOICE!?!?! Was that his voice in the beginning of the game? I’ve been playing for almost 2 years now and never notice! Did they changed his VA??? Tf ????
Hi! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ I was wondering if you could write something for a very feminine, soft, sweet, adorable n cute reader who likes to be treated like a cute pwincess in bed? NSFW With lots of cuddles n kisses n praise 🎀
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, smut! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ tags! ꩜ overstimulation, mild dumbification, breeding kink, size difference, oral sex (f! receiving), PIV sex, use of "daddy" for sylus' part, i'm not sorry, nipple play, fingering (f! receiving), slightly pathetic men, lots of praise, lots of love, established relationships! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚phew... i loved writing this request a little too much, i must admit. do i wanna be treated like a dumb, pretty princess without being insulted? yes. gentle doms i love you all pls never die thank you, and thanks for this request!!! ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ also, yes. yes. i included daddy kink just for sylus' part. DRAG ME IF U MUST BUT I'M WILLING TO TAKE THE BULLETS!!!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
caleb always coddles you; from your simple requests to your shy and needy whispers, he's always eager to please you and satisfy whatever it is that you need.
you're just his pretty princess, your life should be all pink, all fluffy, all sweet and easy, and that is exactly what he means to provide.
that also means he'll do anything and everything for you when it comes to making love.
before you can even beg for him to go faster, he's already picking up the pace.
if you want him to reach impossibly deeper, he just needs to see how those pretty eyes roll back and how you struggle to form cohesive sentences to take the hint.
if your brain is too foggy to even realize what you need, you don't have to worry. caleb will whisper in your ear what he knows you want. after all, he knows his baby so well… even better than you know yourself.
“oh, shhh… i know, i know it's too much, my princess. but you're taking it so… fuck, so good... you want me to go deeper, hm? is that what you want, my precious baby?”
and every time, no matter what it is he says, you frantically nod, because he truly knows what's best for you, and he makes you feel good and taken care of.~
he is so vocal, talking you through it, making sure to praise how brave you are, how beautifully you're taking him, how pretty you look, all messy and needy under him…
you almost can't catch that slightly condescending tone when you can barely keep up, his cock disappearing inside your warm, tight walls over and over, filling up the room with such wet, sloppy plops.
“so good… such a pretty princess. my pretty princess. there you go, juuust like that, mhmm…”
he coos, shushes your cries, and kisses your overstimulated tears away, too.
but he's never rough, god forbid.
he also never insults you —he wouldn't dare use harsh words on his baby.
he just wants you to let him do all the dirty work as he spoils you rotten, for your brain to disconnect from all the ugly feelings and stressful responsibilities and only focus on how much he is able to love you.
which is a lot.
so every session is full of praise, of his hot breath against your ear as he pounds mercilessly to the point of making your body rock back and forth, while gently whispering to you that you're doing perfectly, that your bodies belong together.
it drives you wild.
his hands will always be either holding your waist in place, or roaming around your breasts, fingers finding your nipples to give them the softest, light touches.
and your lips? your lips never go untouched. he has to kiss you. he needs to taste you, to make you choke those pretty whimpers inside his mouth, to swallow your cries and how you call out for him when your pussy can't take it anymore.
but he knows better, because you still can take him; you're a strong girl, and he knows your limits, doesn't he?~
and he won't stop until there's nothing left for your body to give, for those teary eyes to look at him with adoration, satisfaction, and trust, for your legs to tremble, and for you to babble incoherently.
because caleb will always know what's best for his princess, and he knows you'll trust him to take care of absolutely everything, won't you? ♡
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
you're his little treasure, his pretty pearl, you're his to love, to pamper and to take care of. ♡
not only are you his muse, you're also his beautiful princess, and he's nothing but a devoted worshipper and servant of yours.
he is so gentle, yet so intense at the same time, because he won't let you move an inch away from his grasp, but his touch and tone will always remain sweet and reassuring just for you.
however, it's not like you wish to get away, not when he's praising every inch of your body against your ear from behind.
he knows you'll never be able to appreciate your beauty like he does, so he lets you know exactly how he sees you.
“my, aren't you gorgeous, my pearl? look at you… hm, such a beautiful princess…”
he purrs, his hands trailing down your entire body with just the tips of his fingers, leaving a tingling sensation. “look at these, mhm, may i touch them, cutie? please…”
even when his fingers are trembling to touch you, just inches away from your skin, he'll want you to answer. he loves feeling like this; like he truly is just here to worship you, no matter if he's helping you —coaxing you to— say yes with his open-mouthed kisses against your neck.
however, that doesn't mean he won't handle you.
oh no, he will.
the thing is, raffy is always so gentle and needy, that you don't notice how he easily guides you and gets you where he wants —and where you want him too.
he gently presses your back against the mattress and kisses your entire body; from your forehead and your pretty face, to the very tip of your toes if you allow him.
and his voice is so alluring, his eyes are filled with so much love, tenderness and devotion, that you don't grasp when and how he got between your legs, his hands gently keeping your thighs in place next to his cheeks.
he keeps praising you between licks, flicking his tongue in circles or in little hearts even, all while he moans at your taste.
sometimes, you don't even get what he's saying as he slurps and talks between kisses, but you do get his cooing and how he gushes at how cute you look, how prettily you arch your body, and how your puffy lips are not only glistening with your own slick, but now are dripping with his saliva.
he keeps whispering how you deserve this; you deserve to feel this good, you deserve to be pampered like this, for your pretty clit to throb with how much pleasure you're getting… you should feel entitled to finish whenever you feel like it.
raffy is waiting happily for whatever it is you give to him, not only because he's yours, but because you're his adoration and he can cum just from tasting your juices.
and he's shameless. he doesn't deny it if you ask him. he won't deny he carefully set everything up for you to feel like a spoiled princess, for you to set your shyness aside and use him.
he doesn't deny he's charming you with his words, his kisses, his gentle and genuine words like a siren luring in their new victim…
only that, in this case, he's luring you in so he can properly worship your body and fulfill his lifetime role as your devoted boyfriend.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
ah, speaking of gentleness…
don't get fooled by his playfulness and his size, sylus becomes the most gentle, loving man ever to exist when it comes to his precious, little kitten.
he's so careful, so mindful, so patient.
his thumbs brush against your cheeks as tears fall down, before he's pulling you in for a hug.
he cradles your head, kisses your forehead and holds the little of your back with his large hand, all while keeping you on his lap.
he's so big, he knows he is, yet how could he deny his precious baby?
how could he deny you when you looked up with those eyes and begged him to take you so, so sweetly?
he had to, and now, he also has to make sure you're getting used to his size, like every other night, kissing away your tears and staying in place, letting you feel his veiny cock throbbing inside your walls as his mouth presses soothing kisses along your jawline.
he doesn't move until you let him know; just like with everything else.
he never acts, never takes, never moves, not until you tell him to. just like a good owner waiting for his kitten to come to him for attention; never the other way around.
he always reassures you you're taking him so well, but that you shouldn't rush.
“easy, sweetheart… daddy's not going anywhere. i'm here, kitten, daddy's right here.”
he truly isn't going anywhere, he's here to take care of your needs, and he can and will stay up all night if that is what it takes for your tight walls to stretch around him and your pretty mouth to mewl weakly for him.
he stops the moment your face shows a hint of discomfort, hence why he needs to look into your eyes the entire time.
if your back is facing him, then he'll take you in front of a mirror. he just has to constantly check on his kitten, ensuring you're not pushing yourself for him, because he'll never forgive himself if that is what you think you must do.
on the contrary; he is the one meant to satisfy you, to make you feel good, to fill you up… with love and care, of course.
and once that blissful moment finally comes, and you start moving your hips without pain, he praises you endlessly, his strong hands holding your waist to help you bounce over his cock so, so prettily.
even when he stands up and holds you in his arms as he meets your desperate thrusts halfway; a position that would allow him to easily pound into you like a beast and manhandle you as if you were nothing but a pretty toy, he never does.
he doesn't even think of it; never with his pretty girl.
he lets you navigate at your own pace, he lets you take what you are able to, until your lips beg so, so sweetly for him to help you… and he's more than happy to assist. ♡
after a long, long night of lovey-dovey sex, which he loves, sylus keeps it warm and throbbing inside your inviting pussy. it makes you feel safe, full and connected to him in every way, filling your dreams with nothing but cute, happy scenes with your loving boyfriend.
he wraps his arms around you all night, he guards your sleep, and he promises to reward you for being such a good, determined princess the next morning.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
now, who better than xavier to know how to treat a princess?~
gentle words, showering you in kisses, cuddling you, giving you the softest of hugs…
filling up your pretty pussy with his cum all night, as he'll later hold your thighs apart just to watch how it drips down your thighs…
yeah, he knows exactly how to handle his precious girl, and how to make you see stars.
he had to restrain himself at first; your warmth and the way your body jiggled under him made him want to lose control.
however, with time, he learned how to make you feel good without losing his gentleness nor the primal need to mark you somehow.
it always starts with a lazy make out session, where he always takes control. his hands caress your hips in slow circles, his eyes remain soft and patient for you, and his hips gently rock against yours, just as a reminder of how you make him feel.
when he sees that your body starts squirming and you lean even more against him, craving his touch, that's when he goes for it.
he lays you on your tummy, he undresses you very, very slowly, never speaking much, always too busy trailing kisses down your exposed spine.
this position not only allows him to reach deeper; it also lets him see how you struggle to keep his cum inside.
but that's okay, he always helps you keep it in with two of his long, slender fingers pumping it back for you.
see? you don't need to lift a single finger.~
also, despite him loving to see your face when he goes all in, he doesn't want you to see him when he's about to lose it. he doesn't want to scare you, he doesn't want you to fear he'll suddenly become rough, because his usually azure eyes turn dark in no time.
naturally, he'd never do so, not when he knows how sweet and delicate you are. he wants this intimate time between you two to be enjoyable and up to your liking.
however, he also knows anything could happen, so it's best for your gorgeous face to hide between the soft, comfy pillows as his hips meet yours in deep, constant thrusts.
his strong chest usually presses against your back, his lips find your neck and leave the softest of bites. he never wants to hear your screams or whimpers, nor does he want you to experience any kind of pain.
not even when he picks up the pace and his balls continuously hit the soft curve of your ass.
when it comes to the aftercare, though, he's the best. he turns into a real-sized teddy bear, mostly to apologize for being so close to losing control.
he cleans you up with a warm towel, he massages your filled up belly, your trembling thighs, even your throbbing clit just to make it feel better.
he kisses your face, making sure no more tears roll down your eyes, and ensuring you're relaxing after being so good for him.
he'll let you hold him to your heart's content; you can sleep for as many hours as you need, and you also can use him as your pillow, he doesn't mind.
just rest against his chest; xavi will keep you safe and warm both outside and inside all night long, so that you can rest like the spoiled princess he's made you to be. ♡
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
there's nothing zayne loves more than coming home to see his sweet, adorable girlfriend.
it makes him relax immediately, and he always makes sure to greet you properly, no matter how tired he is.
however, he soon discovered something that made him come home more eagerly, and that was seeing you all pretty and dolled-up for him.
you didn't need to do your hair, you didn't need makeup, just those cute thigh-high stockings would do wonders to this man.
now, he's a rational person. he's also financially responsible and stable…
but he's been buying the prettiest nightgowns, stockings and even lingerie with his salary.
who would've thought a doctor like him would make such impulsive purchases?~
but it doesn't matter. it all becomes worth it once he comes home and can have you all to himself.
he peppers your face with kisses until you're a giggly mess, he sits you on his lap just to feel your warm skin against his, he nuzzles your neck, your cheeks, your nose, trying to memorize your scent all over again, even when he knows it by heart.
he fondles your soft skin, he also —and very quietly— whispers how gorgeous you look, how he missed you so much, all while guiding your hand to his heart, and then lower, and lower… until you can feel how much he really needs you.
even when all your nights together look like this, he wouldn't have it any other way.
not when he can finally bury his entire length inside, pushing your lower belly with his large hand so you can feel properly full.
his stamina seems neverending; he could have three hours of sleep and still be as energetic as in his younger days, pounding inside of you despite the lewd, creamy noises that make him blush.
and he just looks at you in awe; trying to decipher whether he's daydreaming, or if he really has such a lovely and sweet princess like you moaning, squirming and digging your nails into his strong back, begging for more of his love.~
and he's a good provider in every sense of the word. hell, everything he does is for you.
everything.
his job? for you.
his purchases? for you.
and when making love? your pleasure is the only thing on his mind.
your pretty and hazy eyes, your tongue sticking out, your legs wrapping around his waist as he gives you everything, his ears red and his body eager to please.
although zayne looks like he's always in control; handling you, moving your body with ease, shushing your cries when he first slides his cock in… he's secretly melting.
he wants to give in quickly.
he's trying so hard not to cum like a college boy whenever you so much as look up at him with that sweet gaze and that tempting body sprawled out just for him to see.
and you can only see a glimpse of his desperation when he's about to finish, and he begs for your permission.
yes.
your permission.
“please… please, my love, allow me to—” he thrusts a bit harder, but never enough to hurt you. his hands hover over your bare breasts, not knowing what to do, where to touch, how to control himself. “n-ngh, love, my… sweet princess, i need to… i have to fill you—”
and until your lips say it, he will hold back, just for you.
you're his princess, after all. he's nothing but a follower, an admirer, a man who yearned for years and who thought you were incredibly far from his reach.
and now that he has you like this, vulnerable and needy, trusting him to make your body feel amazing, he has to thank you by being your devoted, loving and doting man for as long as you allow him to. ♡
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