the damned card that seemed to torment you for the past two games, as if to ridicule you, has now lain smack down on the table before you—again.
an involuntary twitch in your right eye almost made sylus huff with amusement as your gaze flickered to the pair of cat ears, fluffy as ever from across the room, the baby-pink fur annoyingly bright and cute, and you wanted nothing more than for him to wear them as punishment for losing kitty cards. yet, lady luck seemed to be nowhere in sight, leaving you at the mercy of linkon’s most wanted.
best two out of three, you said.
honestly, now you're wondering why you would even say that.
you had won the first game fair and square, but it ended just as fast as it started, and it wasn't enough to satisfy the need you had to play this game for the past week. so, another game and an offer to do two out of three in order to win later, you sulked in your seat over the remaining cards that you had in your hand. you knew two number one cards and a purrceive card wouldn’t be enough to save you, not when sylus had an upper hand against you.
out of all the games you've played with sylus that left you as the winner, he just happened to win this time.
damn him.
the soft chime of the bells on your ears matched the one on your equally irritating pink collar, ringing with every movement of your convulsing body as euphoric waves drowned you in the greatest depths of pleasure. your rocking hips were held down to the bed before you had a chance to ride out your high, and mists of red and black slowly crept up your torso, holding you down like a hug.
you looked up to find pools of crimson staring back at you, hooded, insatiable. sylus held the back of your knees wider, watching you squirm as he buried himself deeper inside of the addictive warmth of your squelching walls.
a devastating cry forced its way from your throat; any air that you tried to come up for from your orgasmic ocean seemed nonexistent.
it had been more than an hour since you had lost, and you weren't sure how much more of this punishment you could take.
“if you lose,” you grinned at sylus mischievously, dangling the cat ears and collar in front of his face as if to taunt him, “then i get to do whatever i want with you while you're wearing these.”
“and if i don't?” he said back in a humored tone, almost challenging, cocking his brow while he leaned forward in his seat.
“then it applies for me, too.”
something flashed in his eyes for a fleeting moment, a gleam of anticipation for what's to come, and you would fail to notice the sly smirk on his face before you began to set up for what would be your downfall.
and now—
now, you swore you were going to cum again, soon—way too soon.
the last orgasm hardly subsided, only to rewind up tenfold, and you let yourself, an orchestra of defeated moans falling one right after the other, your lashes wet from your tears.
sylus cooed from above you, his voice low and slick like honey, “oh, poor thing…” the faint glow in his right eye grew brighter, “we haven't gotten to do whatever i wanted just yet.”
just seen the hottest fanart of zayne sniffing a pair of panties with glasses on and now i can’t stop thinking about it… definitely feeding into my hot pervy doctor agenda oh i want you so bad along with my other equally if not more pervy colonel bf!
they were only a little achy. it always happened a week or two before your period. you'd only mentioned it once. he'd noticed your discomfort and asked directly, but that was all it took. every month, he'd slip his hands under your shirt and offer to help make it all better. that was what he'd always done, after all: look after you.
greed disguised and twisted up in all his signature generosity, he takes your tits in each of his large, warm hands and mutters soothing words of comfort. attentive and familiar and safe. "it's alright, gege always takes care of you when you're sick, hm?"
sometimes he liked you in his lap, sometimes he'd press you onto your back on the carpet. this time, he rolls you onto your side, lifts one of your legs over his waist, and pulls you to his mouth.
it's a depraved mess of spit and muffled groans as he licks and suckles at you. his warm tongue slips over your nipple in quick little flicks, then firmly across your whole areola in long swipes. over and over he laps at you, occasionally looking up at you through the hair that falls over his face.
he holds you against him with a hand to your back, possessive and insatiable. and when your soft skin is glistening prettily with his spit, he latches on and sucks at you like he's trying to draw milk—senses consumed with all that slick heat and the wet smacking sounds his mouth makes each time he releases and reattaches.
he soothes you with licks, gentle kisses and massaging hands between all his greedy suckling. and when you squirm, he grips your hip and guides you into an undulating roll against him, controlled enough to allow his continued ministrations. "this is gege's job," he mumbles around you, the vibrations forcing you into an arch and further into his mouth.
·······•✦ description: A long day at work, a whole restaurant of takeout, and a deep massage later... Xavier's hands are magic, but so is his voice, his hips, and the way he renders you so relaxed underneath him.
·······•✦ pairing: afab!eader x xavier
·······•✦ word count: 4.1k
·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff
·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Massage, Making Out, Teasing, Thighs, thigh fucking, Foreplay, Doggy Style, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Prone Bone, Creampie, pet names - princess and starlight, No use of y/n, POV Second Person, Grinding, Nipple Play, Aftercare
·······•✦ posted on: ao3
It’s late in the afternoon when you get off work, bags of takeout in your hands.
The door locks behind you, and it takes less than a second before a second set of hands is coaxing the food away from you, and the smiling face of your boyfriend comes into view. He’s eyeing the food at the same time he’s assessing you, taking in the exhaustion on your face and the lethargic movements you exhibit.
“Did you have to order the entire restaurant?” Your tease is all in jest, and as you slip off your shoes, you meet Xavier’s eyes. “And I could have carried that.”
Xavier nods. “I know,” he whispers. “But I like carrying bags, especially when they have delicious food in them.” He turns away from you, walking back towards the kitchen and waiting for you to follow. “Why don’t you go change into something comfortable? I’ll set the table for us.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder. “I know anything is more comfortable than that.”
A sigh of relief leaves you at the suggestion, and you take it with an enthusiastic hum. “Gladly, those Wanderers really make me work up a sweat.” Another thought pops up in your head—with a different way to work up a sweat—but the exhaustion seeping into your bones is enough to cease your teasing for the moment. Maybe later you can have some fun, but the smell of dinner and the promise of warm, comfortable clothes win out.
Instead, you tug off your uniform, slipping into one of Xavier’s baggier shirts he left over there in one of the endless nights he’s spent at your apartment. The warm air of summer skims across your bare legs, and you debate wearing only panties under the shirt, but one of your favorite pairs of shorts screams your name.
In reality, the fabric of the shorts doesn’t do much more than your panties at covering your ass, but as you trudge back out to the kitchen—following the delicious aroma of the entire restaurant Xavier ordered from—you can’t find it in you to care.
“Nice outfit,” Xavier says, his movements paused to admire the sight of your almost bare legs.
Popping a vegetable in your mouth, you sit down at the dining table. “Thanks, but I don’t think you’re looking at my outfit.” Your cheeks puff out slightly, and Xavier has to fight the urge to poke you in one of his spontaneous, playful moods.
The jut in Xavier’s bottom lip is cuter when he sits next to you, his foot brushing yours under the table. “Who says I can’t look at everything?” He asks, picking up his chopsticks and taking a bite of a meatball. When he speaks again, his voice is muffled by his half-full mouth. “You look comfortable.”
“Oh, I am.” You steal a piece of meat from his plate. The warmth of the food, and the way his gaze rakes over your happy smile, is enough to revitalize some of the wariness in your muscles. “You underestimate how comfortable your clothes are, especially after a long solo mission.” Normally, he would tease you and steal the food back, but he relents for the night, watching you finish off the bite of food.
The reminder of the long day you spent alone makes Xavier frown. “I wish I could have gone with you… But all that matters is that you’re back in one piece.”
“I’m a big girl,” you joke, your smile softening into something only reserved for the man in front of you. “I can handle myself.” Then, because you kind of enjoy the pout he makes, you lean back in the chair. “Though it would have been much better with my partner by my side.”
There it is again. The pout you love so much.
It’s the truth. Solo missions are lonely, and when faced with the silence of an empty building after clearing out a rowdy underground Protocore operation, all you wished was to have Xavier with you. It’s impossible to have him on every single mission, and there is some satisfaction in knowing you did it all by yourself. Still, sharing in the victory with your best friend, partner, and boyfriend would have been a lot better.
“Next time I’ll convince Captain Jenna to let me go.” It’s Xavier’s best solution to the problem, and he would much rather deal with Jenna’s stern expression than know you’re missing him.
“I’m kidding, Xav.” Your laugh has Xavier’s ears tinging red, and a hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. “Besides, I’m sure Jenna will just lock you in your office while I go out on the mission.” There are a few moments of silence between you as you eat, the domesticity of the night finally settling into something more comfortable.
With Xavier, it’s easy.
It’s the way his arms wrap around you when you fall asleep in the same bed, and the brush of his breath along your hairline. Or the way Xavier settles into step beside you, always poised to watch for dangers in his surroundings, yet still relaxed to the normal passerby.
Being with Xavier is easy, and loving him is the easiest thing you’ll ever do. You don’t ever have to think about it, because being with him is like finding your long-lost soulmate and just connecting in such a profound, unique way.
By the time most of your food is eaten or packed away in your fridge for leftovers, the moon is high in the sky, and you find yourself leaning into Xavier.
“Here.” Xavier stands, catching onto your clingy disposition and taking the opportunity to pull you towards the sofa in your living room. “Sit.”
“Yes, sir.” The playful tease slips off your sleepy tongue, and you don’t catch the widening of Xavier’s eyes or the slight twitch in his jaw. “I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.”
Xavier lets you lie halfway across the couch, sitting on the opposite end and maneuvering your legs into his lap. “This is the best way to give you a massage, starlight.” His fingers dance along the bare skin of your calves. “I promise I won’t let you fall asleep like this.”
“Good,” you whisper, resting one arm across your forehead while the other toys with the hem of your shirt—still Xavier’s. “Oh–” your voice catches when Xavier’s thumb digs into a particularly tense muscle right above your ankle. “Right there.”
“Like that?” You’re not sure if Xavier is asking whether he’s doing it correctly or whether you like it, but your answer is a low whine. With each new press of his fingers comes another noise. Sometimes it’s a grunt at how hard he pushes—never enough to hurt you, though. Sometimes it’s a sharp whimper that cascades into a soft moan. But each new sound of pleasure that comes from your lips is another reason for Xavier to keep going.
You melt into the couch, and as the cushions cradle your pliant body even closer, your eyes drift down to watch Xavier work. He’s careful, kneading the flesh of your calves and cradling your ankle as you press further into the warmth of his embrace. It’s there, in the lingering spaces between his touch, that you yearn for more.
“Xavier…” It’s not often you use his full name. Normally, it’s a shortened version or one of the many sugary sweet nicknames you have for him. It’s only when you call him ‘Xavier’ that he knows you’re in a certain mood.
“Yes, starlight?” His voice drops slightly, growing husky as his fingertips find the crook of your knee, and he enjoys the subtle twitch in your body.
Your eyes are shrouded by shadow, partly from the arm across your forehead, and partly from the cloud of desire creeping its way over you. “Go higher.” The plea doesn’t fall on deaf ears. In fact, there’s nothing that Xavier would love to do more than give you exactly what you want.
So he does.
His touch travels past your kneecap, tracing subtle circles into the outside of your thigh. It’s not quite where you want him, but it tampers the fiery heat that is already coursing through your veins. It isn’t until he dips under the bottoms of your shorts that you wiggle closer.
“More?” He asks, chuckling when you nod. “Is it just sleep that you don’t want to do on the couch?” The flicker of your gaze towards the hallway is all Xavier needs. “Bedroom it is, then.”
In one motion, you’re being cradled against his chest, the muscles in his biceps flexing under you as he carries you toward your bedroom. In reality, it’s more of a shared room than it is entirely yours, and the same goes for his room in the apartment upstairs. You both spend so much time together—whether that be at work or in the comfort of each other’s apartment—that it’s almost like you already live together.
Not that you’re tired of it. Never.
“Are you sure you’re up for it?” The concern in his voice is evident. “You looked really tired when I was massaging you.”
The exact moment your back hits the bed, you’re reaching forward, grabbing Xavier by the collar, and pulling him flush against you. “Yes.” There are only inches between your lips, and you register a brief flicker of surprise in Xavier’s expression before he cages you in with his flexing biceps. “‘m okay. Want you.” The clipped words that form your sentences don’t have to travel far to reach Xavier’s ears.
“I know you do, starlight.” One hand cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing along your skin. “But I want to make sure you don’t fall asleep or pass out on me.” His hips are flush against yours, and you can feel his arousal obviously poking the seat of your shorts, but the fact that he’s so adamant about making sure you’re okay with going further comforts you.
“I’ll be fine, Xavi.” You reassure him again, using one hand to sneakily slip under his shirt to dance along his abdominal muscles. “Off.” He obliges without another word, his shoulders flexing as he reaches behind him with one hand to tug off his top.
You’ve seen Xavier shirtless many times, both before you started dating and plenty of times after, but it never gets old. He’s fit, with hidden muscles lingering beneath his skin that only show when he’s completely bare, which is something reserved for one person: you.
The tip of Xavier’s nose bumps yours when he leans down, close enough to feel your breath against his parted lips but not fully connecting them. “Alright, but if you get tired,” his hand skirts up your shirt, teasing the warm skin below your navel, “you tell me.”
“I will,” you gasp into his mouth, part of your response swallowed by his lips when he finally kisses you like you’ve been wanting. It’s all-consuming, but you accept you’ve passed the event horizon and are barreling towards the center of a black hole.
In this moment, you don’t think of anything besides the warmth of his palm cupping your breast and the tip of his tongue teasing yours in a dance that has you whining against him. But one thing about Xavier is that he commits. He will take his time even though all he wants to do is fuck you into the mattress, so he makes use of his long fingers, bypassing the seat of your shorts to press right against the bottom of your underwear.
“You’re so wet. You don’t want to ruin these pretty panties, do you, princess?” How dare he sound so hot when he’s teasing you? In fact, it’s rude that he’s still insanely attractive while he’s jutting out his lower lip in mock submission, knowing that he’s going to have you on all fours very soon. He’s relentless, even as he’s rubbing at your slit through the fabric, spreading your arousal into the cotton.
One of your arms hooks around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. The kiss is anything but. In fact, it would likely be more accurate to call it ‘exchanging breaths’. Every noise you make is echoed into his mouth, and vice versa, but Xavier is quiet… Too quiet.
So your other hand trails down, cupping him through his sweatpants.
“No underwear?” You murmur against his lips, your eyes shining with moonlight and reflecting every version of you that Xavier has loved.
It takes him a moment to respond. “Fuck, princess…” That nickname, the one that slips out in between vulnerable grunts or intimate situations, is breathed into you. “No. No underwear.” It’s all he can do not to come on the spot, determined to bring you more pleasure than you bring to him.
You trace his tip through the fabric, a smirk coming when Xavier lets out a slow breath, like he’s relaxing completely into you. Something wet touches the pad of your thumb, and you look up at him with wide, teasing eyes. “Don’t wanna ruin these sweatpants, do we, Xavi?”
Xavier shakes his head, the thoughts in his head zeroing in on the feel of your hand on his bulge and the slow grind of your hips against his hand. He doesn’t stop his touches, no. Instead, he ramps it up, pushing the seat of your panties up to your entrance, going just enough to ruin this pair of underwear for at least a few washes. Then, he goes up to your clit, circling the throbbing bud with practiced precision.
“So sensitive,” Xavier whispers, trailing kisses down your jaw as he finally slips around your panties so skin can meet skin. “Is this all for me?” The pillow is soft under your head, a sharp contrast to the hard planes of Xavier’s abdomen when you curl your hand around his side.
“Mhm,” you hum, “only you, Xavier.”
The groan he lets out is sinful, just pure desire and want manifested in the noises that vibrate against the bare skin of your neck. In these moments, with your body laid out and vulnerable, you’ve never felt safer than in Xavier’s arms. Especially when he’s touching you like this, dipping his finger in your arousal and spreading it around your clit.
“Turn around.” It’s less of a demand and more of a plea, helping you shed your clothes while tugging off the last remaining piece of covering on himself. “Good girl,” Xavier whispers praise as you rise on your knees, letting his hands wander along your sides.
The touch drifts to your stomach, pressing lightly and making you arch into him. “Xavier,” you whine, your head falling perfectly against his shoulder. “More.”
“I have to make sure you’re ready,” he whispers in your ear, kissing along the arch of your shoulder while his fingers dance in a mind of their own. Up to your breasts, down to your knees, and nearly every place in between. The relief, though, doesn’t come in the form that you would want it to.
Xavier’s cock grinds against the cleft of your ass, a stuttered groan pressing into the back of your neck, and you try to push back. However, Xavier is strong. It’s one of the things you love about him, and he stops you with a firm grip on your hip.
“Don’t move, princess.” His voice is stern, stopping you in your tracks harder than his hand did. “I’ll give you what you want soon.” You can feel the smile on his face despite not being able to see him, but it’s what he does next that surprises you because it’s something he hasn’t done in a while.
Xavier has always has a thing for your thighs. If someone were to ask him what his favorite physical attribute is about you—besides your smile or your bright eyes—he would immediately say your thighs. The pressure around his head when he’s bringing you to the peak over and over is unmatched. Not to mention he can leave marks there that only the two of you can see. Like some sort of secret shared, knowing what lies beneath the surface of your pants when you walk into work.
It’s been a long time since the feeling of his cock slipping between said thighs has graced your senses. His tip glistens with arousal, and it drags across your skin while grinding so close to your pussy lips. He can already feel the slick coating him, making it easier for him to guide himself in a way that bumps your clit with every thrust forward, yet still constricts around his cock as if mimicking your warm walls.
“Look down,” Xavier says, using one hand to guide your chin. “Can you see me?”
You can.
When you look down, you can see the flushed pink head of his cock poking from between your thighs, the lewd picture burned into your mind from the last time he fucked you so close to where you needed him. He’s glistening, a mixture of yours and his arousal coating the subtle vein pulsing on the side of his length.
“Fuck…” Your lips part in a silent moan, the combination of each shocking grind to your clit and the sight of him using you like this making it hard to control yourself. So you reach down with one of your hands, the pad of your thumb dragging along Xavier’s slit when he makes a reappearance.
Your name is stuttered in your ear between expletives because, above all else, Xavier wants you to know that it’s only you who could make him feel this way.
“Do you like the way– ha…” Xavier stops, his arms tight around you as he makes a show of slowly grinding against you. “The way I fuck your perfect thighs?”
The beating of your heart thunders in your ears, and you flatten your palm between your legs, feeling him grind the tip of his cock against your hand. “Yes,” you whimper, the onslaught of sensations to your nipple, your clit, and the gentle caress along your jawline becoming too much to handle. “Please. I need more.” All sense of exhaustion is gone. Instead, it’s the raging inferno of a day alone, coming back to your apartment to find your boyfriend, and the quick massage he tried to start, until your hormones interrupted you.
Xavier takes a heavy breath, keeping his hips flush against yours and letting you play with the head of his cock. “You know I can’t– gods— say no to you, princess.” His hands come up to cup your breasts, keeping you pressed completely against him. “Go ahead,” He whispers against your shoulder, looking down at the way your hands explore the sensitive head of his cock. “If you want it, do it.”
The implication hangs there, waiting for you to take advantage of. And you do.
Your legs part slightly, arching your lower back yet not straying too far from Xavier’s hard chest, and you reach down to guide him to your wet entrance. As soon as the tip grazes the ring of muscle, you choke out a mixture of his name and a whine.
“That’s it,” Xavier mumbles, his thumbs toying with your hard nipples while letting you set the initial pace. “Fuck yourself on me.”
It takes you a second to find yourself, but the moment you cover Xavier’s hands on your breasts, you take a breath and sink down. Kneeling on the bed like this is awkward, but with this angle, he hits so deep inside you, curving just right to make up for maybe the lack of substantial girth.
“Take me so… well.” Each inch is another stolen breath, another rough knead of your chest. It’s overwhelming in the best way, going from the tightness of your thighs to the clenching of your pussy that throbs with your heartbeat.
The moment you’re fully seated, the curve of his cock nestled right against your most sensitive spot, you rotate your hips in a slow grind. He’s everywhere, but when one of his hands presses lightly on your abdomen, the little sparks of light that were simple flecks dancing in the air around you illuminate the headboard in front of you.
“Do you feel that?” His voice is a rasp of what it was, spoken into the crook of your neck like it’s a secret for just the two of you. “Is it too much?” You shake your head, words failing you at the current moment. “Do you want more?”
“Ye–” You nod, the verbal sign coming with much strength.
It feels so good. Too good. Before you can warn Xavier, your knees weaken, and you fall face-first onto the bed.
Xavier’s hands grip your hips, keeping himself buried so deep inside you, but not daring to move just yet. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you say, finally able to manage words, even though they’re halfway muffled by the pillow squishing against your cheek. “Good… More…”
“More?” Xavier laughs, spreading your ass and watching your pussy swallow him with each shallow thrust. “You should just relax, princess.” His thumbs tease your pussy, tracing around where his cock finds home every waking second. “Let me take care of you.”
The first few thrusts are intense, fucking you into the mattress with each snap of his hips until you’re gripping at the sheets and chanting his name like a mantra. Knees brace into the sides of your thighs, effectively trapping you underneath him—as if you would want to be anywhere else.
“Still– with– me?” Xavier stutters out between breaths, his body molding to yours like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together.
You nod again, a small line of drool dribbling from the corner of your lips to soak the pillow below. It’s only when Xavier hooks an arm around you, pulling up just enough so he can see the haze in your eyes and the slick parting of your lips, that you let out a sharp whimper.
“C–cl–close,” you say, managing to anchor to the bed with weak palms. The warmth of Xavier’s fingers hold your chin, his biceps rippling with every brutal thrust. You don’t even need the extra stimulation to your clit, because the way he stretches you—fills you—with every bit of himself is more than enough.
Xavier doesn’t speak anymore. It’s low groans accompanied by sharp breaths that trail a path along your shoulder blade. And as you feel your body being tested past its limit, Xavier’s eyes never stray from your face.
Yes, he’s making sure you’re okay, but there’s also nothing better than knowing he’s the one to do this to you. He’s the one making your legs shake uncontrollably. He’s the one holding you up when your body protests. And when your pussy pulses around him with each wave of your orgasm?
Xavier’s the one pressing flush against you, filling you to the brim with his cum until it starts to spill out from around his softening length.
The mess is secondary in your mind.
Not when Xavier curls his arms around you—softer now—and crowds you against his chest. His cock still sits half-hard inside you, plugging you as much as he can manage because why would he ever let it all just drip out when you look so pretty like this?
But reality comes crashing down as fingers press into a particularly tense spot on your thigh and you whine.
“Hurts?” Xavier asks, his lips cresting the shell of your ear. He backs off a little, lifting his hand off of you and only moving when you shake your head and guide his palm back to the curve of your hip.
“No,” you mumble, your eyes closed. “Just a little sore.”
The answer is a soft chuckle, and you feel yourself being lifted. You can’t help the whimper of protest when he pulls out of you, but seeing the faint light of the bathroom coming into your view, you know you’re in for a treat.
“Use the bathroom,” Xavier says into your hair. “I’ll draw a bath, change the sheets, and join you when I’m done.” His eyes travel along your bare body, assessing with Hunter proficiency that there are no obvious injuries. It’s comforting in a way, especially when he knows you would tell him if anything felt wrong. “Okay, starlight?”
The sound of the water running echoes through the bathroom, and as he sits you on the toilet seat, you look up at him with a satiated, tired, and content smile.
all SYLUS wants for his birthday is you… begging — mdni
sylus was greedy—there was no denying it. he hoarded his money, his weapons, his sleek, overpriced cars. he always wanted the best, the rarest, the untouchable. and that same greed reached you, though not in the way one might expect. not material, nor shallow—but something deeper and different altogether. he craved your love, your attention, every fleeting piece of you.
so when you asked what he wanted for his birthday, the answer came easily.
you.
because to him, there was nothing better than having his perfect girl all to himself.
"i just want to spend the day with you, sweetie." he answered nonchalantly, wrapping a protective arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. "no need to get me anything. i already have everything i could ever want standing right in front of me."
you huffed at his stubbornness, ears burning at his smooth words and the small smirk tugging at his lips. "c'mon, sy… there must be something that you want? anything at all, you name it and it's yours."
sylus thought about it for a second longer before a shit eating grin replaced his smirk. "well… there's one thing i think i'd like to see if you'd be so gracious to indulge me, sweetheart."
you brightened, nodding your head without hesitation. "whatever you want, birthday boy!" you said, innocent and naive.
and, god, how you regret indulging in this twisted fantasy of his.
"i want to watch you play with yourself. show me how you'd make yourself cum if you didn't have me." he'd said slowly, that drawl of his made heat shoot straight to your core.
now you were perched on his king size bed, body wrapped in deep red lingerie with your fingers plunged in your cunt, tears slipping from your eyes and sweat beading on your heaving chest.
you didn't think it'd be hard considering you knew very well how to masturbate before sylus came into your life, but then he trained your body to his thick cock and his long, slender fingers. now you're ruined. you don't know how to cum without him. not even the three fingers fighting to find a rhythm inside of you can compare to the sheer size of him.
it's turned you desperate. you can't help but sob and cry for him. "pl-please, sy…" you beg. "need you, n-need your cock—mmph, please."
“but it’s my birthday, sweetie. you’d really be so cruel as to deny me this?” he lounged back in his chair, two fingers resting against his temple, head tipped just slightly as quiet amusement gleamed in his red eyes. his cock strained against the zipper of his pants, but he paid it no mind. "keep going for me, baby," he murmured, voice low, coaxing. "be a good girl and give me my present."
you huffed, lips turning down into a pout as you begrudgingly obliged. the only way out is through, you'd thought to yourself. maybe… just maybe, if you were able to get yourself to cum—even if it were a pitiful orgasm—sylus would finally take you the way you wanted.
the problem with this theory is you can't cum. no matter how much you fuck yourself with your fingers, how hard you pinch your clit with your free hand, how you finagle your hand against your sopping, throbbing, forlorn pussy, you just can't push yourself over the edge like you so dreadfully need.
sylus just watches bemused, stomach tightening every time you arch your back. your little moans and whines and desperate pleas make his pants tighter. he knows very well you won't be able to cum. it's what makes this all the more enjoyable—watching you struggle without him. it fills him with a great sense of pride. it's sadistic. he knows. but he fucking loves how deprived you are all for him.
it's been hours—realistically thirty minutes—of helplessness before you turn to him again. "sy… can't," you sniffle, tears streaming down your twisted face. you're broken and it traps a groan in his throat. "please fuck me—please… d-do whatever you want—use me. i-i-i don't care. jus' need you. need you to fuck me."
and really? how can he deny that.
he stands slowly, eye glowing as he stares back into your glassy ones. his hand leisurely unbuckles his belt, ignoring your whines for him to move faster. it's only after eons of him humming a stripping do you see his length spring out, slapping against his toned abdomen.
"tell me again…" he whispers while climbing onto the bed in between your shaking, glistening thighs. his warm hands grip them gently—the contact alone enough to make your body jolt with need as another wave of arousal spills out of you. "tell me what you want me to do."
"f-fuck—" you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp when you feel the bulbous head of his cock tease your dripping entrance. "oh fuck. sylus, please p-put it in."
"yeah?" he hums, pushing and inch of his tip, lips tugging up when he watches your jaw go slack and eyes roll back. "there, sweetheart. it's in."
"more… more," you sob, hands flying to his broad shoulders. "pl-please, please give it to me. please, sylus—use me how you want."
he smiles sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before whispering against the sweaty, heated skin. "as you wish, my love."
he plunges his cock deep inside of you in one go, stretching your walls to the shape of him, his tip nestling right against your cervix. he pulls away from you to watch your reaction and simultaneously pin your legs to your chest. his eyes flit between your face contorted in pleasure and your precious cunt swallowing him whole and it's dizzying—especially the way you're clamping around him uncontrollably… almost like—
"'m cumming. 'm gonna cum—shit—sylus!" your nails bite into his pale skin, leaving bloody crescents in their wake. you spasm underneath him, pussy stroking him with every pulse and jerk. your screams are silent, mouth pried open as nothing comes out besides the pathetic little croak from the back of your throat.
but sylus doesn't stop. he pulls out seconds after you unravel and rams back into you with more vigor, only enhancing the blissful orgasm. "look at you," he pants. "my sweet girl needs me, doesn't she? that's why you came as soon as i filled you up, yeah?"
your eyes roll back and a shattered, "yeah," comes out of your mouth joined by a line of drool spilling messily down the side of your face. "n-need you. always need you."
"fuck," he murmurs, cock twitching frantically at the sight of you. he can't help but press deep into you and spurt ribbon after ribbon into you prematurely with a loud groan that shakes you to your core. you gasp at the sensation—the warmth of his cum filling you to the brim. you roll your eyes back to him, white spots in your bleary vision, but you see the blush dusting over his cheeks and ears.
"you came." you say gently. there's no lilt to your voice, you're just stating a fact. almost like you can't believe how quick it happened.
he's not embarrassed about it when he replies, albeit he can barely catch his breath. "impossible not to when you're milking me dry, sweetheart… how can i resist such a pretty girl like you?"
you whimper, your mixed release overflowing in you just waiting to drench the satin sheets beneath you.
"sorry i went back on your gift." you whisper solemnly. "i just couldn't do it."
"you're the gift, my love." he says as a matter-of-fact. "plus, my birthday isn't over yet and if i can recall, you said to use you… am i right?"
you realize later the only thing sylus really wanted for his birthday is to hear you beg for him. hear how much you need him. that's what will keep him going till next year.
kit says… happy birthday to my beloved dragon <3 and thank u to my lovely kora ( @bruisedheaven )for making me feel like this wasn’t the worst thing ever, i love u. I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY MY FIRST FIC IN A MONTH LOL. reblogs and comments make my day just sayingggggg <3
CALEB’s words held a calculated eloquence, always smooth and outright dominating when he wanted to be—it was no wonder he swept you off your feet as soon as you tried to leave him.
the first time you mentioned leaving back to linkon after being there for a few days, caleb had convinced you to stay a little longer.
“oh, c’mon. you’d only just got here. why not stay for the rest of the week, hm?”
his boyish smile and captivating charm played with your heart like always: “don't you want to spend more time with me? i never get to see you as often as i’d like, y’know.”
and of course, you gave in.
he was right.
your career was taking up much more of your personal time than you'd like to admit, so finally having vacation days to spend felt like a luxury. taking advantage of being away from work and being with caleb in peace was something you couldn't let slip by you.
but as the week had finished and started anew, you brought it up again, only for caleb to shake his head, laughing as if he tried to lighten the mood, “what’s the rush? don't tell me you're growing sick of me already, pips?”
his hand caressed the top of your head playfully, twiddling with the apple hair clip in your hair for a moment before speaking again: “you should stay for a while longer—for your safety. i was informed that there was a wanderer attack in the city today, so we’ll do a mandated lockdown tonight and perform a clean-up sweep. it’ll be better to lie low here until it’s all over. who knows what else will show up within the next day or two?”
as you opened your mouth to speak, wanting to protest that it wasn't necessary, he was quick to shut you down.
“there's no need to leave skyhaven right now.” caleb’s tone grew sharp, yet still maintained that sense of gentleness as he grabbed your hand and tugged you away from your bedroom door, “we can talk about it later. come, i’ll make you a quick snack for the movie you wanted to watch.”
you would come to realize that he didn’t want you to leave.
his possessiveness over you was like a whisper, silent and hidden from sight.
with time, it grew louder and clearer, suffocatingly intense that it began to consume you. suddenly, you weren't living in linkon anymore, and you found yourself trapped for weeks in shyhaven, in the clouds above. caleb’s home, which felt like a safe place, slowly became an unfamiliar environment to you.
“this is your home…” breathless, he’d kiss your trembling, sweat-slick skin as you came, hands claiming you in a tight embrace as you fell apart in his arms, one orgasm after another, “our home. no one will be able to—ah, shit…”
oh, how good it felt to feel your walls flutter deliciously around his cock, making caleb groan into your neck, whimpering as his hips chased after yours that dared to lift and grind for more.
through the drunk pleasure that swallowed you whole, his words began to register in the back of your mind.
our home.
“n-no one… will find you here… i’ll make sure of it.”
a promise, you were sure.
and it was.
his purple eyes, which once shone a comforting light, now held a sense of darkness, looming over him every time he looked at you, watching your every move as if you'd scurry away like a mouse from a cat. his arms, filled with warmth, now entrapped you like a cage, too firm and too strong for you to break free and fly away. everything that you've come to know and love about caleb was changing before your very eyes at a dangerously fast rate, and as much as you didn't want to let go, you didn't know how much more you could take.
you said it as soon as he came home from work, sitting him down in the living room before he could take off his colonel uniform. despite the seemingly loving smile he gave you, the way he didn't look like your caleb made it even harder to say what you would say. and when you did, it was like a switch went off, his ‘warm’ expression turning into one you didn't want to read.
it was silly to think you could leave caleb.
he loved you too much even to think about letting you slip away.
he'd tell you so, holding your face close to his, promising to love you with everything he had and give you what you needed to live a happy life with him.
what wasn't enough for you to stay? was life so miserable in skyhaven that you wanted to go back home to linkon? he’ll go back with you if that's what you want, as long as you're with him.
caleb would continue whispering promises of security and protection, confessions of never-ending devotion and desire for you and your love. he'd tell you never to leave him, to stay by his side, that all he wanted was for you to be kept from everyone and their cruel intentions. he only wanted to protect you, after all. it was safer being here with him in skyhaven than anywhere else; he’d make sure of it—repeatedly convince you with his honey-slick words and tender kisses. it was hard to say no when you didn't want to let caleb go, and as you gasped his name at the feeling of his lips leaving blooming red marks on your neck, you could only think of one thing.
losing him once was more than enough.
as much as you wanted to be free, losing caleb was a sacrifice you weren't willing to make.
not now, not again.
even as you looked into those eyes you loved more than anything and watched them fill up with desperation, hunger—you couldn’t help yourself from falling into his embrace. you felt your breath taken away as his lips took claim of yours, feverishly delectable, heavy. through blurry eyes, you could see the moon shining on you from above as clouds crept closer, slowly engulfing the light until nothing was left.
pitter-patter of raindrops was the only sound you could hear amid heavy breathing, your cries echoing through your dark surroundings.
one, two, three—again and again as tears pricked and fell from your eyes that orgasm after another sent you into delirium—it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him. bent over the couch you were, caleb’s fleet jacket draped over the cushion and gripped between your shaky fingers as he fucked into you from behind. his hat lay abandoned on the floor, along with most of your clothing, as the sweater you wore stretched and nearly ripped in his iron grasp.
a bumpy melody of wailing followed each snap of his hips, sweat-slick skin slapping skin, so good and so lewd that your thighs were trembling, your knees ready to give out at any second. his hand, holding your head, cupped the underside of your face tenderly, tilting your body in a way that made your back arch deliciously for him. leather fingertips touched your swollen bottom lip, almost like a tease for you to bite down on the edges and pull at his glove. and you did, taking the rough material between your teeth and tugging at it.
it was like an unspoken request, and you could hear a breathy laugh from behind before you felt your body being hoisted up until your back was against his chest. he sounded breathless in your ear as he stopped all movement, his lips brushing just enough on the skin of it that you were left twitching in his hands.
caleb chuckled again, his voice low, almost sweet, nothing like how he was taunting you some minutes ago, “try taking it off yourself. you can do it, can’t you?”
you shook your head slightly, nearly gasping once you felt a sneaky hand find its way to your neglected clit.
“oh, i see. you’ve done it before, though… don’t you remember?” his words made tears sting in your eyes, “yet you can’t seem to do it now. i wonder why that is.”
a hiccuping wail was all you could muster in response, your hips rocking involuntarily, greedily chasing after his touch that he continued to deny you for the past ten minutes. you grit your teeth, panting for air that felt like it was suffocating you, and it was all a punishment that became too much to bear.
“you're becoming quite spoiled, don't you think?” a deep grind of his hips made your eyes roll into the back of your head, “i won't reward bad girls like you that don't do what i say.”
