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news from the royal court: your touch -> sylus ! . pretty little problem !
IT WAS YOU!!!! 😱 ive been looking for the fic author who put the beauty and the beast song on sylus and istg i was so sad when i couldnt rmb who wrote it or even the title, then i just saw your blog and thought "oh cute pink 😍🌸🩷" and scrolled down to read some stuff, then i saw the fic! 😭 it was a journey but im so happy! i really liked that one bc sylus is my main and im a belle girl too 🥺 just wanted to share hehe 🩷
I'm so glad you did! Thats acc one of my favorite posts!
lowkey ever so slightly obsessed with soft!sylus hehe
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･one requirement of you using Sylus's black card? You modelling in every single piece of clothing you buy.
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: kinda on a sylus streak rn, I can''t get enough of his soft side <3 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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It's almost instinctive at this point.
Every time you go online to a foreign boutique, shoe store, jewelry, etc and make a few (20+) purchases, its become an unspoken rule that once all packages arrive you model them for Sylus before wearing them. And in the case that he's away at the time, you send him a cute little video of you trying all the outfits on.
“Honestly, I was worried the lining of the dress wouldn’t be as lacey as I wanted but, I love it!” you said happily, turning toward the mirror with a bright grin.
Sylus sat back on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching you with that unreadable, slow‑burning look he always got when you modeled for him. His crimson eyes followed every little movement — the way you adjusted a strap, how you smoothed the fabric, the way you admired yourself with that soft, adorable smile.
“You look beautiful sweetie,” he said, voice low, warm, steady. “I'm glad everything is to your liking."
Catching his gaze from the mirror, your smile softened into something warm and impossibly sweet as you turned on your heel, the silk shifting delicately with every step you took toward him. You padded over to where he sat, stopping right between his knees, and gently cupped his face in your hands. “How could it not be?” you started softly, sincerity threading through the playful tone.
Sylus's reaction was immediate — subtle, but unmistakable. His shoulders relaxed, and he leaned into your touch instinctively, like he’d been waiting for this all evening. The sight made your heart swell.
His hands slid up your sides in a slow, reverent glide before settling at your waist, fingers curving around you with a tenderness reserved only for you. “I have the sweetest, most generous lover—Who spoils me endlessly without hardly ever asking for anything in return.”
Sylus’s eyes softened immediately — that sweet, tender look he only ever gave you, the one that made your chest feel too full. His hands slid up your sides, slow and careful, like he was grounding himself in the moment, in you.
“I never would ask for anything more than your love,” he murmured, voice low but steady, carrying something deeper beneath the calm. He lifted one of your hands from his cheek, turning it slightly in his own before pressing a slow, reverent kiss to the inside of your palm — warm, soft, almost worshipful.
“Even if you never graced me with a single touch,” he continued, his lips brushing your skin for just a heartbeat longer before he let your hand settle back against his face. His thumb stroked your waist, gentle and sure. “I would do all of this and more for you without question.”
God he always had a way to make you swoon with just words alone.
Your breath caught, warmth blooming in your chest so suddenly it almost ached. The pure love and adoration in his gaze made butterflies stir low in your stomach, soft and insistent, like they were responding to him before you even could.
You leaned down with a sweet smile and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips — soft, grateful, lingering just long enough to feel the moment he exhaled against you, the tiny hitch in his breath, the way his grip on your tightened slightly, that told you exactly what you meant to him.
“I know you would,” you whispered against his mouth, your voice barely above a breath. “And I would too.”
A quiet moment settled between you — warm, tender, the kind of silence that felt like a shared secret. His hands stayed at your waist, thumbs brushing slow circles into your skin, eyes drinking you in like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
Then you pulled back just enough to let a teasing smile curl at your lips.
“Which is why…” you said, voice dipping into that flirty, honey‑sweet tone he knew all too well, “I also bought something else you might like a bit more.” You paused, letting the words hang between you. “To show my… appreciation, so to speak.”
A slow smirk curled at Sylus’s lips — subtle, dangerous, and entirely too knowing. His brows lifted slightly, interest sparking in his crimson eyes like a flame catching.
“Oh?” he drawled, tone deceptively calm but threaded with unmistakable heat. “And what would that be, kitten?”
You let the strap of your current set slip off your shoulder just a touch — not enough to reveal anything, just enough to tease.
“Something I saved for last,” you said, grin widening. “A tiny surprise.”
Sylus’s breath slowed, his gaze sharpening with that familiar, slow‑burning hunger. His smirk deepened, eyes dragging over you with deliberate intent.
“Go on then,” he murmured, voice dropping into something warm and wicked. “Show me.”
Sylus watched you disappear into the bathroom with a giggle, his expression soft but curious, that familiar slow‑burn interest flickering in his eyes.
A few moments passed.
Then the door opened with a soft click.
You stepped out, framed by the warm light of the bathroom — wearing a pink and crimson baby doll set, delicate lace tracing every curve, paired with matching thigh‑high stockings that hugged your legs just right. The colors glowed against your skin, soft and romantic, but the confidence in your posture made it something else entirely.
Sylus went still.
Crimson eyes swept over you slowly, reverently, like he wanted to engrave the picture of you all dolled up like this in memory. And upon falling upon your legs you could practically feel the warmth in his gaze deepen into something molten, tender and hungry all at once.
You let a small, knowing smile curl at your lips.
“So,” you said softly, voice dipping into that flirty sweetness he could never resist, “What do you think, Sy?” You asked, those pretty lashes of yours batting at him.
His voice was low, velvet‑rough, threaded with a heat that made your heart flutter. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
Before you could even tease him for it, Sylus rose from the edge of the bed — slow, deliberate. His heavy gaze never leaving yours as he crossed the small distance between you, the air shifting with the weight of his attention.
When he reached you, he lifted a hand and gently brushed your hair away from your neck, fingertips barely grazing your skin. The touch was feather‑light, tender — yet it still had you biting back a sigh as your lashes fluttered.
“I hope,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to warm your cheek, “you had the foresight to buy more of these sets.”
Your lips curved, playful as you caught his eyes. “Oh? You like this one that much?”
As you spoke, your arms lifted almost instinctively, sliding up around Sylus’s neck. Your fingertips brushed the warm skin just beneath his hairline. His hand slid to your side, warm and steady, thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line along your waist as he hummed in quiet approval. The sound alone made your stomach flutter.
He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear — not a kiss, just a promise, a whisper of warmth that made your breath catch. “Because,” he whispered, voice dropping into something darker and playful , “I doubt you’ll be able to wear this one again after tonight.”
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daydreaming about street racing with sylus in the N109 zone, neon lights blurring past, engines snarling like they’re alive. And Sylus getting hard in his Mercedes watching you lift up the visor in your pink helmet and wink at him from your motorcycle speeding alongside him <3
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⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including: fem!reader, suggestive & smut: fingering in calebs, spanking, and mentions of a blowjob in zaynes
[౨ৎ] synopsis: how lads men deal with your bratty attitude!
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: wanted to post this one bad bc its been a minute and I'm tired asl so it's only zayne, sylus and caleb in this one guys!
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SYLUS.
Ever since you called Sylus while you were getting ready for your date, he could tell you were in a mood that evening.
The way your voice curled around his name, soft yet seductive, had his chest tightening. How your words came sharper than usual, bluntly reminding him that it had been far too long since a proper date. And when he tried to apologize with that careful, gentle tone you knew he always used, your scoff—so perfectly timed—and the sarcastic “mhm, I’m sure you are” made him smirk despite himself.
Whether you were deliberately trying to rile him up, or just testing boundaries, he wasn’t sure.
When he picked you up from your place, you greeted him with the usual hug and kiss—but there was a little heat to it. Your hands ran up the front of his button-up, finding purchase on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Your teeth nibbled teasingly on his bottom lip before you pulled back, lips curved in a mischievous smile, eyes twinkling with playful challenge.
“Ready to go, Sy?” you asked, voice thick with teasing promise.
His crimson eyes flickered with desire, roaming over your expression, the taste of your lip gloss lingering on his own lips. He hummed in response, slow and deliberate, noting every tiny curve of your grin, the way your fingers lingered against him, and the little dip of your brow when you tilted your head just so. "Whenever you are kitten."
Then there was the way you walked in front of him in the gem exhibit, deliberately slow, letting your heels click against the polished floor. Your hips swayed with effortless precision in the sleek, short pricey slip of silk he’d bought you for your birthday. You glanced back over your shoulder once, lips curving into that lazy, devilish smile of yours.
“See something you like, Sy?” you asked, voice thick with honey, teasing, as you paused in front of a display case, tilting your head just so.
Sylus let his gaze linger a long moment. “Always,” he said softly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You look beautiful in everything you wear.” His hand found yours, curling around it with ease, thumb brushing over the back as he pressed a gentle, deliberate kiss to it.
You hummed softly in response, warmth blooming in your chest at the gesture, and then your lips quirked into a teasing grin. “Someone’s laying it on thick since we couldn’t go out last week,” you said, voice carrying just a hint of bratty amusement.
He chuckled, that deep, velvet sound that made your knees threaten to wobble, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “I suppose I owe you,” he murmured, expression softening into that handsome, apologetic smile he knew would disarm you.
You leaned into the moment, still playful but sweet, letting your fingers rest against his hand. “Mmm…yeah you do. So, if you think this is all it’s gonna take to make it up to me,” you said, voice dipping low, dripping with flirtation, “you’ve got another thing coming.”
Before he could respond, you turned on your heel, letting the fabric of your dress swirl as you strolled deeper into the exhibit, heels clicking against the floor. Sylus followed, with a airy chuckle, crimson eyes never leaving you, taking in every sway of your hips, every casual flick of your hair, the curve of your shoulder.
You paused at another display, hands resting lightly on the glass, tilting your head back to look at him with that teasing spark. “Think you can keep up?” you murmured, voice soft, playful, but laced with challenge.
Sylus walked over to your side and stepped in close—close enough that you felt the warmth of him at your back, close enough that your breath caught before you could mask it. His hand slid up your side gently, barely there, just a whisper of contact that made your skin tighten beneath the silk.
“Kitten,” he murmured, voice low enough to vibrate through you, “I've never once been one to struggle to keep up with you in any capacity."
You felt his breath ghost along the shell of your ear—warm, slow. You'd be lying in saying it didn't stoke the fire currently building fast in your core. His lips hovered just shy of your skin, close enough that you could feel the shape of them, the heat of them, but not the kiss you were waiting for.
Still not yet.
"Yeah?" Your fingers curled against the edge of the display case, a tiny, involuntary reaction you hoped he didn’t notice. "Well it sure seems like it tonight."
He noticed.
Of course he did.
His quiet chuckle brushed down your spine like a fingertip. “There it is,” he whispered, lips still not quite touching you. “I was wondering how long you were going to keep this attitude up before you started to crack."
You swallowed, pulse fluttering.
“You've been wanting me to give in to you all night, haven’t you?”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. The silence between you thickened, warm and charged, your bratty confidence wavering just enough to make his smirk deepen.
He leaned in—slow, slow, unbearably slow—until his lips grazed the corner of your jaw.
A ghost of a kiss.
Barely there.
You exhaled shakily, eyelashes fluttering, and he just smirked against your skin without giving you so much as a peck.
“Still wanna keep this up, kitten?” he murmured, his velvety voice so low and rich it nearly made your eyes flutter shut on instinct. You felt his lips trail down the line of your jaw—slow, deliberate—each barely‑there brush leaving a streak of heat in its wake. By the time he reached your neck, your breath was already catching, and when he finally pressed a kiss to that spot he knew unraveled you, a soft moan escaped before you could swallow it down.
His smile ghosted against your skin.
“Or…” another kiss, warm and maddeningly gentle, “do you want to say what you’ve been wanting since we started this date,” kiss, slower this time, “so I can give you what you want."
CALEB.
"Cmon pips, you gotta speak clearly if you want him to hear you right?" Caleb said lowly against your ear, the tone of his voice dangerously calm as he pumped two long digits in and out of your puffy cunt. Your back to his chest, hand shaking as you tried to keep your phone steady as you talked.
The scene was so lewd, you'd think you were in a cheap porn flick.
Your legs were spread wide, panties pulled to the side revealing a sticky mess that glistened all over Caleb's fingers. Thighs shaking and trembling as you resisted the urge to buck up into the thrusts of his fingers and keep your voice stable for just long enough to get this guy off the phone.
"Hey, good to hear from you," Jake's casual tone came through the speaker, oblivious. 'Just checking if you're free this weekend? Thought we could grab drinks." Caleb's lips curled into a sneer against your neck, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to mark as he sped up, fingers pumping faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the room. Your hips jerked involuntarily, a gasp escaping before you could stifle it.
"I-I... uh..." Words fractured as Caleb's thumb ground down on your clit, circling viciously, building that coil of heat in your core until your thighs quivered. He leaned closer, breath hot and commanding. "Tell him no. That you're not interested. Now." His fingers twisted inside you, hitting that spot again and again, making stars burst behind your eyelids and your back arch away from his chest. You bit your lip bloody, trying to focus, but your voice came out in a strained whimper. 'N-not... not interested, Jake. S-sorry.'
Jake paused, confusion lacing his reply. 'You okay? You sound..off.' Caleb chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he ramped up the pace even more, fingers slamming in and out, his palm slapping wetly against your mound. Your pussy fluttered desperately, slick dripping down his wrist, the obscene sounds barely masked by your ragged breathing. 'Keep going,' Caleb hissed, nipping your earlobe. 'Tell him you have me."
Tears pricked your eyes, pleasure and pressure mounting as you fought to speak. 'Y-yeah, I'm f-fine... just... I have a b-boyfriend. He's... he's taking me out t-tonight. So... no.' The words tumbled out in broken bursts, each one punctuated by Caleb's relentless thrusts, your clit throbbing under his thumb's assault. Your free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as your body betrayed you—walls tightening, on the edge of shattering.
'Whoa, didn't know that,' Jake said, a hint of disappointment creeping in. 'Well, if things change—' Caleb cut him off indirectly, his fingers curling harder, faster, forcing a choked moan from your throat that you disguised as a cough. 'Only contact me if it's for work!' you blurted, voice cracking as the orgasm loomed, your pussy spasming around Caleb's invading digits. 'N-nothing else. Bye!" You smashed the end call button, phone tumbling from your grasp as the dam broke.
Caleb's laugh was triumphant and cruel, his hand not slowing for a second. 'That's my good little girl. Now make a mess for me—show me who this body belongs to.' He pinched your clit sharply, fingers hooking deep into your g-spot, and you shattered, crying out as waves of ecstasy ripped through you. Your pussy gushed around him, soaking his hand and the bed below, body convulsing in his unyielding grip. He didn't stop until you were a trembling, sobbing mess, then finally withdrew, licking his fingers clean with a possessive smirk.
"'No one else gets you. Ever."
ZAYNE
“Tell me,” Zayne said evenly, breaking the silence of your shared bedroom, voice steady and controlled, “how many warnings did I give you today about your behavior?”
Your stomach dipped.
It couldn’t have been that many. You were a bit more..forward today, but that's only because Zayne had been too busy for you all week and you wanted to tease him a bit! He had to know that...right?
You parted your lips, hesitating before answering, the confidence you’d worn all night finally wavering. “One… or two?” you offered softly. “I wasn’t exactly counting. We were having fun today—”
“Three,” he corrected calmly.
The word landed heavy between you.
Your thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching as his gaze stayed fixed on yours, unreadable. He pushed off the bedroom door then, unhurried, took a few steps toward you measured and deliberate. The sound of his shoes against the floor seemed too loud in the quiet room, your pulse thudding louder with every second he closed the distance.
“I only gave you three,” Zayne continued, stopping in front of you, “because had you chosen to behave, that’s all you would’ve needed.”
His hand came up, fingers firm as they cupped your jaw, thumb pressing just beneath your chin. He tilted your face upward until you had no choice but to look at him.
“But, you decided not to,” he said simply.
Your breath caught.
“Flashing me in the boutique, feeling me up while I was on a business call.” Zayne went on, his voice even and calm. “Teasing me at the restaurant like you wanted everyone to notice.” His thumb traced a slow, grounding line along your jaw. “With everything you did today, I could’ve given you ten warnings and still had reason for more.”
His gaze sharpened just slightly. “And you knew better each time — didn’t you?”
Your eyes dropped on instinct, heat blooming in your cheeks as you nodded.
Zayne’s grip tightened just enough to redirect you, tilting your chin back up to look at him. “Use your words,” he said quietly.
“Yes,” you breathed.
“And yet,” he continued, “you did those things anyway?”
You hesitated, heart racing, lips parting as if you might try to argue your way out of it. His brow lifted a fraction — not impatient, just expectant.
Your shoulders softened.
“...yes,” you admitted.
“And you understand,” he said, voice lowering, “what happens when you misbehave?”
“…Yes,” you whispered, submitting at last.
“Good.”
The word was followed by something unexpectedly gentle — Zayne leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead. The tension didn’t disappear, but it shifted, coiling tighter instead of snapping.
Then he sat down beside you on the bed, one hand resting at your waist.
“Across my lap,” he said calmly. “On your stomach.”
-
Your hips jolted with each crack of Zayne's hand on your ass, which was surely pink and raw by now. Cheeks stained with light tears, despite the drool of your aching cunt tha practically screamed for some attention too.
“T-twenty!” You whined out, voice muffled into a pillow. Thighs shaking with sensitivity as your whole body twitched. "Z-zaynie m'sorry please.." You whimpered, hips squirming in his lap with need.
Your every nerve stood on edge as you felt his palm hover just above your stinging skin, the aftershocks still rippling through your body. "Sorry for what, exactly?" Zayne's voice was low, steady, cutting through the haze of your whimpers like a blade. His fingers traced the edge of the reddened flesh of your ass lightly.
The touch was electric, making you jolt forward, your breasts pressing into the mattress as you buried your face deeper into the pillow. "F-for... for being bad," you stammered, voice muffled and thick with unshed sobs. "For acting out today, you warned me a bunch and I didn't listen. M'sorry baby." Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, muscles quivering as you fought the instinct to rub them together for any scrap of relief. Knowing that even if you dared — the chance of you actually orgasming tonight would be eviscerated.
Your let out a soft exhale as you felt a gentle kiss pressed to the heated curve of your ass, Zayne's lips lingering there with a tenderness that contrasted the lingering sting. The warmth of his mouth soothed the raw skin, sending a shiver up your spine that made your pussy clench with renewed need.
Zayne's hand resumed its path, rubbing slow, firm circles over the reddened flesh, easing the burn without fully erasing it. 'Good girl,' he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and reassuring. 'I know you're sorry. You've taken your punishment well.' His voice wrapped around you like a blanket, soft yet commanding, pulling a whimper from your lips as his fingers dipped lower, brushing the slick folds of your pussy. He didn't push inside, just teased the entrance with feather-light strokes, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to circle your clit once, twice, making your hips buck involuntarily.
'Z-Zayne...' you gasped, face still half-buried in the pillow, tears drying on your cheeks as fresh heat built in your core. The gentle touch was torture, heightening the sensitivity until your thighs shook harder, muscles straining to stay still. Your ass pressed back toward him instinctively, seeking more of that soothing contact, while your pussy fluttered emptily, walls contracting around nothing. "P-please 'need you zaynie."
Zayne chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he helped you slide off his lap, guiding you to sit up beside him on the bed. His eyes met yours, dark and intense but softened by affection, one hand cupping your cheek to thumb away the last traces of tears. 'I might have forgiven you, sweetheart. However—I still need to see how sorry you are.'
His tone was calm he patted his thigh once more, then pointed to the floor in front of him. "On your knees. Show me."
Your heart pounded, a mix of submission and eagerness flooding you as you slipped off the bed, knees hitting the soft carpet with a muffled thud. The position made your sore ass brush against your heels, reigniting the sting and drawing a hiss from your lips, but you ignored it, focusing on him. Zayne leaned back slightly, legs spread, his cock visibly hard and straining against the front of his pants, the outline thick and promising. You crawled forward on your knees, hands resting on his thighs, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
"I'll be so good for you, promise. I won't misbehave again. Let me make it up to you sir..."
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
Next time, include the fact that you're using ai for your posts :/
..I'm sorry you must be mistaken..because I don't?
I've never once used AI for my posts and I never will.
If anything more often than not I draw inspiration and ideas by reading other lovely lads works and fics! (when I say this I don't mean using the same Idea/scenario verbatim but getting ideas of my own from certain scenarios or drabble posts!)
Please don't throw around accusations! Especially when writers like myself work hard to provide amazing, detailed works for others.
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: getting into my flow again! I think I should be able to post at least once a week now <3
Sylus loves your touch probably more than he’d care to admit. Not for the reason you’d immediately think, though.
While, yes, feeling your nails claw at his back and your hands paw at his shoulders sparks something electric— or rather deliciously ravenous in his very core it’s the softness of your touch, the tenderness woven through it, that truly undoes him.
It’s the way your hands cradle his face at night, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones like you’re memorizing him. Your soft voice, thick with affection, riddled with sleep. Murmuring his name like the sweetest prayer as you beg to press kisses to his 'handsome, pretty face'.
It's how your arms squeeze him just as tight as his when you miss him or have come back home from a long day dealing with wanderers. The nuzzle of your face into his chest, and the way your hands clutch the back of his shirt like a lifeline.
He can't get enough of it.
Even if you're none the wiser, even if he always welcomes your affection with that faint smirk on his lips—he practically burns for your touch just as bad as you do for his.
It's how you touch him as though he’s something precious. As though he isn’t sharp-edged or dangerous, or the most feared man in the N109 Zone.
But yours—worthy of gentleness, of care. And every time your touch graces his skin, something in his chest tightens in a way no power, no conquest ever has—or ever will.
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[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: happy new year!! (late asf I know lol)
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zayne was frozen in place.
But what was his other option? Move?
Absolutely not. Moving would almost feel like an egregious level of disrespect to your comfort right now. Your head rested soundly against his chest, light and warm, fitting there as if it had always belonged.
He could feel the gentle rise and fall of your breath through the thin fabric of his shirt, each exhale brushing against his skin like a quiet reassurance. Your weight wasn’t heavy, not really. If anything it anchored him, pressed him into the couch cushions and into the present in a way he wasn’t used to.
His arm hovered awkwardly at first, uncertain, until he slowly—so carefully—let it settle around you, more a promise than an embrace.
The doctor's living room was dim, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp he’d left on earlier. Beyond the windows, Linkon hummed faintly—distant enough to register as atmosphere rather than intrusion. Inside, the air carried the clean scent of fresh linen, softened by the faint sweetness of your perfume, lingering like it belonged there.
Zayne glanced down at you—lashes resting against your cheeks, your expression relaxed and utterly unguarded in sleep. His throat tightened as he swallowed. You looked so peaceful like this, tucked against him, safe in a way that made his chest ache. His heartbeat betrayed him then, steady but louder than he liked, as if you might somehow hear it even now.
Without realizing it, he softened his breathing to match yours, syncing instinctively with each gentle rise and fall of your chest, as though that alone might keep you asleep a little longer. As though he could protect this moment simply by staying still.
He should move you.
He knew that. His bed would be warmer, far more comfortable—better suited for real rest. The thought surfaced, lingered for a few minutes, then quietly faded again.
Because you shifted—just barely—and your fingers curled into the front of his shirt, seeking him even in sleep.
Zayne tensed instinctively, bracing himself so you could get more comfortable if needed. But your brows only furrowed for a fleeting moment before smoothing out again, your cheek nuzzling closer into his chest. Your hand fisted his shirt as a soft, content sigh slipped past your lips, and then you stilled once more.
Something in him melted instantly.
Hazel-green eyes softened at the sight of you curled up laying on him—at the way you settled so naturally against chest, clinging to him like a koala despite the nervousness you’d shown earlier when you first laid your head against his shoulder.
Not that he was complaining.
Not in the slightest.
In fact, the world beyond the windows continued to turn unnoticed as he stayed exactly where he was, unmoving, letting time drift by in quiet devotion.
An hour passed. Then another breath. Another heartbeat.
Only when the light outside the windows deepened fully into night did he finally gather the nerve to move. Carefully—reverently—Zayne adjusted his hold, sliding one arm beneath your knees and the other secure around your back. When you stirred, a small sound leaving you, he paused, then leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Rest,” he murmured softly, the words more promise than sound, before lifting you into his arms and carrying you toward the bedroom. Softly smiling down at your sleeping face as you slept away in his arms.
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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ daydreaming about crush!caleb and his hot sleepy voice
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: hii my royals! trying to get back into my flow of things, hope you all are well and okay <3
crush!caleb who always sends you voice memos when he’s half-asleep, his words dragging slow and heavy, that deep rasp in his tone making your stomach flip.
crush!caleb who says “keep talkin pips, m'listening ” in that soft rasp, and it makes your chest ache because he sounds so genuine, like your day is the most important thing in the world to him.
crush!caleb who says your name in that heavy, unhurried drawl — each syllable stretched like he’s savoring it, letting it linger in the air just a little longer than necessary. The way he murmurs it feels like velvet brushing against your skin, warm and intimate, leaving you flushed and restless even though he’s miles away.
crush!caleb who drifts for a second, his words trailing off into silence, before he hums back awake and apologizes in that raspy tone, “shit—sorry, I think I fell asleep for a sec. Say what you said again, I wanna hear it.”
crush!caleb who whispers “I’ll sleep when you sleep” in that low, steady tone — the kind that makes you want to scream into your pillow because it’s so unfairly sweet.
crush!caleb who yawns mid-memo, then apologizes with a chuckle, and you swear it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.
crush!caleb who doesn’t even realize (he does trust) how much power he has over you with just a tired “'night pips” — and you’re left staring at your phone, squealing like an idiot, heart racing.
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·······•✦ description: When it happens once, it's odd. Something you don't think much of because it's so fleeting that by the time you meet Sylus' eyes, it's gone again. But when it happens a second... and a third... There's an inexplicable pull towards moments with Sylus that have absolutely happened before, even if you don't remember them in these exact circumstances.
A trip to a field of flowers brings it all crashing down. He had horns, and a tail, and wings.
·······•✦ pairing: sylus x afab!reader
·······•✦ word count: 9.4k
·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff
·······•✦ general tags: Brief Luke and Kieran appearance, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Light Angst, MC remembers the past with Dragon!Sylus, Birthday, Flowers, Slow Dancing, Secret Relationship, Deja Vu, Memory Related, Nostalgia, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Multiple Orgasms, Eye Contact, Body Worship, Missionary Position, Creampie, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Nicknames - sweetie/kitten, No use of y/n, POV Second Person
·······•✦ posted on: ao3
The first time it happens, you’re at Sylus’ penthouse.
“Come on in, Boss Lady!” Luke dramatically swipes his arm, allowing you entrance into Sylus’ humble abode.
“Are you Sylus’ doorman now?” You joke, stepping into the dimly lit living space. There are remnants of you throughout it, but there are still tiny troves of displays. It’s nothing compared to the hoard of treasures he has elsewhere, but this feels very lively; it’s the combination of both of you.
Luke chuckles, closing the door behind you. “I just like greeting Boss Man’s favorite person when she comes in.”
You respond with a laugh, your eyes following around the penthouse to find where Sylus is. Most of the time, he would be at the door waiting on you like a lost puppy, though he would never admit it.
“Speaking of boss man,” you look over to Luke, suddenly seeing another head poking out from behind his shoulder. “Where is he?”
Kieran waves to you, his chipper steps making you think that he’s smiling really wide behind his mask. He walks to Luke’s side, leaning against his twin with crossed arms. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” There’s a hint of tease in his voice, and a chuckle follows. “He’s in the record room.”
With a nod of thanks, you accept their offer for fistbumps, your head shaking as you make your way to the record room.
The soft melody of a slow song seeps through the closed door, and your cheeks burn as you remember this is one of the first songs you listened to when you visited him for the first time. When you saw it, he said he didn’t have much need to play them, only when he felt the overwhelming urge.
Perhaps today is one of those days.
Your hand pushes the door open slightly, catching sight of Sylus in a black button-up and a red velvet suit jacket. Only by seeing his back do you trace your eyes down to his still finely pressed and jet black slacks, as well as his polished dress shoes. He’s just standing there, letting the music wash over him as if he were some critic listening to someone’s newest piece.
“Would you like to take a picture, sweetie?” His voice comes from his turned figure, and you can hear the smile on his face.
It isn’t uncommon for him to know you are in his presence without ever seeing or hearing you. Maybe he is just that intuitive.
“You always know when I’m close, don’t you?” Fully stepping into the room, he turns to face you.
His eyes immediately soften, taking in your outfit. They rake down your body, not an inch of you left untouched by his gaze.
“Of course.” Sylus holds out a hand, an eyebrow raised in silent question. He has always seemed so attuned to you despite having only dated for less than a year. Like your souls have always found each other.
Taking his hand, you allow him to pull you closer, goosebumps rising on your skin when he brushes fingertips along the small of your back. Your shirt easily gives way to his hand, and you’re even more vulnerable under his crimson gaze.
Your perfume wafts around him, and the scent relaxes him. He takes a breath, seemingly lost in it, and your heart clenches as he buries his face in your shoulder.
Weird.
The way his lips trail up to your ear, or even the light touch across your body that is cautious yet warning… It makes something inside you stir.
The feeling is gone right as his hands settle on your waist.
With the music playing in the background, Sylus hums along. There’s a smirk on his lips when he pulls back to look into your eyes. In the hue is the same woman he’s always loved, since the beginning of time.
“I quite like you in one of your casual outfits.” His cheeks color pink when you rest your hands on his shoulders. “Or your Hunter’s outfit… How scandalous would it be for the big bad boss of Onychinus to be seen with a certain Miss Hunter?”
The tone of his voice gives off the tease, and you chuckle. “If I wore my Hunter’s outfit here, I would be swarmed with criminals ready to kidnap me for ransom from the Association.”
You don’t know how you ended up swaying to the rhythm.
As the next song plays, it feels like a school dance, but there is no hint of awkwardness. It's almost like you’ve been doing this for eons; the way your bodies move so in sync. Around and around the room, he guides you, yet not with the urgency of anything important. Right now, all that matters is you.
“They wouldn’t have to deal with the Association.” He mumbles, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you. “They would have to deal with me first. No one hurts the one I love.”
The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. For a few moments, nothing but the soft melody of the song rings through the room. His movements are smooth, as if he wishes to show you around the world with such grace and poise as he shows now.
“How do you know that you’ll get to me first?” His hands are warm, settling just on the curve of your waist. It’s not invasive, but rather a gentle reminder that he’s there and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
Sylus laughs, a genuine laugh, while he tugs you just a bit closer. A few strands of his white hair fall across his forehead as he dips his head low. “You underestimate my abilities, kitten.” His breath fans across your face, and he stares at you with soft eyes. “I know everything that goes on in the N109 Zone… Plus, Mephisto would have been able to track them wherever they were, and I would have handled them easily.”
The serious tone of his voice sends a shiver through you. He seems so determined, so steadfast in protecting you. “Though I know you could take them as well.” He mumbles, his thumb gliding across your hip bone. “You’re so strong. You wouldn’t need me.”
“You could return to my penthouse just in time for our planned dinner.” His expression is full of mirth. “Home before I could finish setting the table.”
Rolling your eyes, your hand drifts to cup his jaw. He knows you can handle yourself, that you are a skilled fighter, and that you can weasel your way out of any situation… But he also wants you to know that he will be by your side in a heartbeat to ensure everything is okay.
The simple melody flows through you, and there is something tinged in it… You can’t place your finger on it, but the slow organ that drones on in the background is unmistakable.
Sylus twirls you around, letting you turn yourself before bringing you flush against him again. Your laughter fans out across his chest, the open neckline flashing his honey-toned skin.
“Did you invite me here just to dance?” You ask, your palms right above his collarbones as he kisses your forehead.
A memory… It’s something you don’t remember, but you do.
He’s kissed your forehead before. Surely he has. But the image in your head is garbled. It’s like puzzle pieces that float around.
Horns.
A tail.
The visions are confusing, like they happened, but you also don’t fully connect them. Something about Sylus… You and Sylus… But your memories only go back not long, when you met in the N109 Zone and everything changed.
There’s a field of flowers.
But you’ve never gone to a field of flowers with Sylus.
It seems like your déjà vu lasts a few minutes, but in reality, only a second later, Sylus pulls his lips away. He looks down at you, almost like he is expecting something to come from your slightly open mouth. But you don’t.
“Not at all,” he hums along to the music, his breath hitting your forehead and brushing some of your hair away. “I’ll be cooking for tonight, just the food you like.” His whisper is deep, intimate, even. It’s like he’s trying to coax something out, but not pushing or prying.
“Spicy hot pot with your signature sauce?” The weird feeling flies out the window at the mention of food. It’s like your attention has been stolen, and the fleeting memory that both does and doesn’t feel like your own stops in its tracks.
“Mhm.” He nods. “No work phone, no calls. Just us, a nice dinner, and a fireplace to warm you up from your ride here.”
Then, in one swift motion, he sweeps you off your feet, both figuratively and literally. The stiff muscles in his chest flex as he carries you bridal style out of the record room. A song starts just as he sits you down onto the stool, and with the soft ambiance of the record playing in the background, you admire the wide expanse of his shoulders as he starts cooking one of your favorite dishes by him.
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The second time it happens, it’s in the dark hours of the morning.
The sun has yet to peek its way out from behind the horizon, and already your alarm clock is blaring in your ear.
“Not yet.” You mumble, turning around and burying your face in Sylus’ bicep.
You can feel his chuckle, his hand coming up to run through your hair. He massages your scalp for a moment, staring down at you as he watches you struggle to open your half-lidded eyes.
“You said that ten minutes ago.” His reminder only pulls a groan from your lips, but you know he’s right. “If you go now, the work day will be over before you know it.”
As you hear the encouragement, you finally sit up. One of Sylus’ button-up shirts sits on your shoulders, draping down to brush the tops of your knees when you roll out of bed.
It’s almost infuriating how attractive he looks right now.
His back rests against your headboard, the covers sitting right under his navel to give you a peek at the waistband of his sweatpants and the small trail of hair leading under the blanket. With nothing on his top half, the deep lines of his abs are lit up by the moon, and you’re reminded of the strength he embodies and the gentleness that he shows to only you.
A pair of glasses sits perched on the end of his nose, and he stares at a laptop. The screen isn’t too bright—just enough to wake you up while you were deep in slumber—but he could still read the articles. On it were a few articles about Protocores and two reviews of a new restaurant in Linkon.
His research continued as you showered and did your morning routine. His attention was piqued when you walked back into your bedroom; a fluffy robe was the only thing on your person.
A few plushies sit at the end of your bed, right where your uniform of the day contrasts against the purple of your blanket. They stare at you, watching you move closer to pick up the hanger.
“Was the shower nice?” He asks, his eyes fixated on how your skin glistens with water and the light sheen of the lotion you applied.
“It would have been better with you in it, " you tease, scrunching your hair up to dry it off even more. After it is sufficiently dry and almost ready to be finished, you tug at the belt of your robe.
Sylus chuckles, but the noise is cut off when your body is exposed to him. “I’ll remember that next time.” He whispers, watching with intensity as you put on your undergarments.
Standing at the end of your bed, your hands sit on your hips. “What are you looking at?” The screen illuminates his face, and curiosity gets the better of you. If it’s a surprise, he’ll definitely let you know that it’s classified information and save it for the day he eventually stuns you with a new piece of jewelry for your collection or a gun to build.
“Some new Protocores for auction.” He shrugs, his eyes flickering up to yours before focusing on the curve of your hip and the breathtaking view that only he gets to have. “And a new restaurant is opening up soon. Maybe I’ll pick you up from work and surprise you with reservations when available to the public.”
“And risk them knowing I’m housing their most wanted criminal?” You hate calling Sylus a criminal. Yes, he’s done things that validate his wanted status, but he hasn’t done anything to garner the label of pure evil, as some Association members have granted to him.
Sylus shrugs. He appears to people in different forms, only showing his true self to you. In fact, no one truly knows his face. It’s just the name that he’s associated with… The name that he’s so viciously wanted by.
“You would be labeled a traitor.” He mumbles, almost like he’s remembering something. “And I would continue to be hunted for my reputation.”
It sounds familiar.
Even the way he lounges back, almost like he’s taking in the sights before him… It strikes something in you. Something like that night of dancing when he kissed your forehead.
“Yeah.” You nod, unable to say anything else as you slip on your uniform. When you’re finished, you look back at Sylus.
It strikes again.
“We would need a getaway,” Sylus speaks softly, and it’s the first time you’ve heard him use this tone of voice. Like he is remembering. “Some sanctuary for just the two of us. Maybe a cave, or an alcove in the mountains at the edge of Linkon.”
Mountain.
Your chest feels heavy, and a raised eyebrow meets your eyes. It’s like he’s waiting, his fingers paused on the keys of his laptop. Every ounce of his attention is on you, and just as you open your mouth to speak, a sudden wave of emotion rushes over you.
There’s something there.
Something just like that night.
It itches at the back of your brain, tingles in your arms in a sickening twist like a god up above is laughing at you.
But it doesn’t go anywhere.
It’s frustrating; this feeling of déjà vu has reappeared after an incident.
Something about a mountain… A mountain and Sylus. It’s right there, edging in your periphery like a child playing hide and seek. Just as you get closer, it cuts off your thoughts, forcing you to sigh and accept that whatever you need to think of or remember is not coming so easily.
“At least we’ll have each other.” You mumble, a shy smile on your lips as you try to shake the feeling.
A part of you doesn’t want to bring it up, because just the thought of a mountain, of a kiss on the forehead, brings a wretched pain in your chest. Maybe you don’t want to bring it up. Not yet.
“Of course. I’ll only leave when you cast me away.” He’s back to his normal teasing tone, his laptop closing with a soft click as the sun paints the sky a soft orange.
“I would never.” Your hand rests on your chest, acting like you're offended at just the implication. But it’s a way to divert from the déjà vu, to stop thinking about whatever thoughts and memories that want to surface but can’t. “How dare you imply that?”
You both share a chuckle, and your feet bring you over to the side of the bed he’s sitting on. A hand threads through Sylus’ white locks, feeling the soft strands and relishing in the moment's intimacy.
“You should get some sleep.” Sylus’ fingers trace the edge of your Hunter’s jacket. “Go ahead and use my bed. You know the code to lock the door.”
Sylus looks up at you, a gentle tug on your shirt bringing you down to connect your lips. It’s a soft kiss, one of parting and goodbyes. It says "see you later" while whispering a silent "I love you" against the seam of your mouth.
When you pull away, it’s only enough to brush your nose against his.
“Thank you.” He smiles, looking down at your plushies. “At least I’ll have company while you’re at work.”
You laugh, nails scratching at his scalp as you kiss him again, and again, and one final time. His warmth is unmatched, and you wish you could bury yourself in his arms for the rest of the day.
“They’ll be keeping an eye on you.” You whisper. “Making sure you behave-” Another kiss to his lips. “And get some rest.”
He always wanted to be with you at night, and while it was nice to fall asleep in his arms, it ended up with a jumble of sleep schedules. It meant that whenever he spent the night, he wouldn’t be able to sleep very well the previous day in the N109 Zone.
“As you wish, beautiful.” Sylus quirks an eyebrow, taking his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand. A clock sits there, indicating the impending sunrise and the start of your day.
“Text me when you get back to the N109 Zone.” He can fight. Hell, he’s the strongest man you know, with or without his Evol, but the worry of something happening to him still lingers in your head as you stand up.
While you straighten out your uniform, Sylus shifts under the blanket. It’s soft, with a gentle caress of fluff as he settles underneath. Your scent, the smell of your shampoo and your perfume, as well as the vase of hibiscus flowers he gifted to you just a few days ago. It all makes up who you are, and Sylus can spend eternity just basking in your presence.
“What if I want to stay here until you get off work?” He asks, his voice betraying a bit of a pout. Sylus is never one to sulk, but the image of him moving down to bury his large body under your covers is quite the sight.
Chuckling, you lean down to kiss him again, this gentle and freeing one. “Be my guest.” You mumble against his lips. After one more peck, you pat your pocket to make sure you have your work phone. “It’s nice to see the apartment slowly start to have pieces of you in it, and even better when I can come home to my giant boyfriend waiting on me.”
Just as you’re about to walk out of your bedroom door, Sylus says something, and he has the same melancholic tone to his voice.
“I’ll always wait on you, sweetie.”
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The third time it happens, it’s during the picnic for his birthday.
“So not even Luke and Kieran know your actual birthday?” You walk with him through the trees, seeing the maple leaves floating in the breeze. It’s quite a serene sight, and the wind is calm on the bare skin of your calves.
“They insist on celebrating it every day of April,” Sylus says, his fingers intertwined with yours as he lets you guide him to where you want to go. You’re determined, knowing precisely the right place to bring him to.
Your hum echoes through the forest, and eventually, you end up at the sight. It’s beautiful, and it goes beyond words when you see the glimmer in Sylus’ eye. He’s happy. Really and truly happy.
“At least you had them to celebrate, even if they didn’t know the exact date.” You pull him forward, eyes switching between his and the cake.
He takes in the sights. The beautiful scenery is nothing compared to how beautiful you look in the sunlight. It’s not high in the sky, the remnants of the day waving goodbye to make way for the moon, but the bright rays still reflect on your hair.
“But nothing will compare to celebrating it with you.” Sylus drops your hand when you pick up the cake. It’s something you made with love, and the warmth in his crimson eyes when he stares down at you is enough to be worth a million birthdays.
“You know, I’m glad you agreed to go on this date with me for your birthday.” You start, looking down at the cream cheese frosting. “Every facet of you is what makes up who you are. You’re strong, and resilient, and handsome.” He chuckles, his cheekbones dusting pink. “But my Sylus, the Sylus I love, is a part of you that only I get to see. Maybe that makes me selfish, but I can’t help it.”
Sylus leans down, blowing out the single candle on it before taking it from your hands. It sits on the table, and before you can say anything else, he’s sweeping you up in his arms and pulling you down into the grass.
“You’re allowed to be selfish, beautiful.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, turning on his side to get a good look at how your face shines in the sun. “Your greed is warranted, because I feel it too.”
A warm palm cups your cheek, holding you with a reverence that you’ve felt from Sylus before, but not with this intensity. “I feel greedy because the one person that makes me vulnerable is the only one I can show my true self to.” He whispers, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “And sometimes, I want her all to myself.”
“But,” he raises an eyebrow, “she is just as strong as I, and just as resilient. Sometimes I think she doesn’t need me because of how amazing she is.” His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and you lean into his touch.
You’re in such close proximity that you rest your hand on his chest, right between the valley of his pecs. The rapid beating of his heart hits your palm, and you smile. “She will always want you, and I think that’s more important than needing someone.”
Sylus’ heart melts, his face softening even further into one of pure adoration and unbridled love for you. “I will always want her, as well.” He leans in closer, slotting your lips together into an intimate kiss that steals the breath from our lungs in one short exhale.
Under the shade of a maple tree, you enjoy the sweet taste of his tongue as it mingles with yours. There’s no undercurrent of expectation, but rather, the reminder that he will pour his everything into this, into you. The thought brings a wave of comfort, knowing that your own feelings aren’t taken for granted.
The languid kiss transports you to another world. One where you don’t have to worry about Sylus’ intimidating demeanor or the business that he deals with on the daily basis. It’s a world where you can be free under no other expectations but the ones that you set for your relationship.
A cave, perhaps one like he mentioned before.
When you pull away, you spot a maple leaf on his jacket. As you reach out to grab it, red and black tendrils wrap around it, making it float up in the air for a few seconds and rest just where your hand once was. Right in the middle of his chest.
Your giggle raises goosebumps on his biceps, and he responds with a breathy chuckle. It’s like playing with a lion cub, one just as ferocious as the adult lions.
Just as you can capture it, he flicks it away to the other side of him, teasing you even further when it floats right out of your reach.
Sitting up, you crawl into his lap, thighs bracketing either side of his hips as you reach once more, only for it to go back to his original spot on the side of his jacket. When you look at him, there’s an amused expression on his face, and his eyes shimmer with glee.
“You just did this, so I’ll sit in your lap.” You flatten your palms on his abdomen. Staring down at him, his fingers dance along the outside of your thighs. “Sneaky, sneaky Sylus.”
Soft pats echo on the hardened plane of his stomach, and you laugh at the twitch in his muscles from the unexpected attack. “Oh, the kitten has launched an attack of her own, then?” He muses, his eyes fixated on the playful smile you bear to him.
“Mhm,” you nod, continuing the playful pitter patter on his abdomen. Another round of laughter, and Sylus reaches up, his palm on the small of your back.
When he applies just a bit of pressure, you’re falling forward onto his chest. Your hands, that once sat on his abdomen, now rest just above his collarbones.
Then it rushes back.
This has happened before.
This image—sitting on his lap like this, lying in a field—but things were different. You were different, and Sylus was different.
With your body lying almost fully on top of his, you get another annoying instance of this déjà vu… The moment of remembrance that only comes from sitting in his lap in the middle of this field.
But there weren’t trees the last time. It was something else… Something.
The scent of his cologne wafts around you, and a sweet taste tickles your tongue as he kisses you. A lingering syrup taste fills your mouth, and you let yourself melt into his embrace.
The memory…
There were scales. And horns.
Everything was different—way more than it is right now. The only thing that you do know is that the same is the pose—sitting in his lap like this, lying down on top of him.
The faint smell of flowers wafts around you, but it’s too fleeting. You can’t grasp onto the memory even if you tried, and frustration fills you for just a moment.
“Your Sylus is the only Sylus I wish to be.” He whispers against your lips, diving back in to capture your attention. It seems like he wants to say more, but he settles for a subtle caress of your lower back.
It’s grounding in the midst of the chaos in your mind. This déjà vu feeling has happened three times now, and there must be something vital that you should know… Something you should remember…
But you just can’t.
Although there is a bit of solace in the warmth that surrounds you, his arms are safe. They’re secure. And they feel a lot like a home you once had.
“The park will be closing soon.” The realization brings a pout to your lips, but you’re close enough that Sylus just tugs you back down to kiss it off you. “I don’t want the day to end.”
“All good things come to an end, sweetie.” Sylus brushes your hair off your forehead, cupping your cheek with the most tender touch. “And we can always come back here next year.”
“And the year after that, and the year after that…” Your smile grows when you think about spending Sylus’ birthday with him, year after year. This is only the first of hopefully many birthdays you get to celebrate.
“Already planning that far ahead?” He chuckles, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. It’s like he’s memorizing the feeling of your skin beneath his hand, his eyes following to commit it all to memory. “That’s my girl.”
Sylus sits up, bringing you with him. “Now let’s go, beautiful.” He stands, and in one sweep, he’s pulling you up until you’re flush against his chest.
“You just wait here. I’ll clean everything up, and we can head back.” He brushes away a maple leaf that landed in your hair, and you watch with a smile as he starts to gather all of the things you brought for his birthday surprise.
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The last time it happened was during spring.
With the castle—Sylus’ recent purchase—looming in the distance, he leads you out to the most beautiful flower patch you’ve seen. A wall of mist obscures a bit of your vision, but as soon as you step through, you’re greeted with an exquisite sight.
It’s full of every type of flower imaginable in all different hues and colors. To some, it would look like a messy rainbow of unsorted colors with no rhyme or reason except to look rather unsightly. But to you, it’s a masterpiece of inhuman proportions, with large mountains off toward the horizon and hills that rise and dip around this clearing.
“It’s beautiful.” You whisper, holding onto Sylus’ hand and letting him guide you down the small path so you don’t step on any flowers.
“It is, isn’t it?” His voice is soft, but the deep timbre still sneaks in and settles in your heart. It’s like a balm on your soul; you never know why you feel so at peace with him.
After only a few more steps, you finally step into the large clearing, which doesn’t become obvious at first. It’s not until he stops in the middle of the large expanse of flowers that you see the enormous dragon skeleton nestled in the corner of the flowers.
In fact, the bones themselves have flowers of different types decorating it. From the large skull to the vertebrae, and the peak of a tail that is only obvious when you crane your neck to the side.
“Woah.” Your jaw drops slightly, and goosebumps flicker across your arms and legs. The dress you have on isn’t one of your everyday wardrobes, but it matched with Sylus’ open shirt and the princely appearance he put on, so of course, you were going to match him.
Sylus remains quiet, letting you take in the sight of it while also resting a warm palm on your lower back to let you know he’s still by your side. He takes in your expression, the way your eyes rake along the bones, and studies the flowers that bloom in patterns like a quilt. His smile, though you don’t see it, is full of melancholy and a hint of relief that he’s found his way back to you.
You want to say more, but the feeling of his eyes on you pulls you away from the skeleton. For a split second, you think back to the book he had about dragons, and his fascination for the creatures seems more like a project of some sort now.
“Is this why you brought me out here?” You ask, letting him pull you into his arms. His biceps flex under your fingers, and your attention drifts back to him.
Sylus shakes his head, his gaze flickering from the skeleton to you. “No. I wanted to show you the beautiful flowers, and this just happened to be here.”
It’s unbelievable that this wasn’t the sole focus, but his intentions are sometimes blurred. Sneaky glances and words that seem more important than he makes them appear in the moment… Gestures like the past few times that don’t seem intentional but spark up some semblance of déjà vu…
Before you can say anything, his laugh echoes through the flowers, and he slowly lowers himself to the ground, pulling you on top of him. It’s reminiscent of his birthday, and the familiar déjà vu peeks around the hidden corners of your mind.
Words are lost in your throat, but your eyes catch a perfectly blossomed hibiscus flower rooted right by the side of Sylus’ head. The beautiful petals sway in the wind, and as if on instinct, you reach over to pluck it from the ground.
Sylus follows your hand, watching you pick it from the soil and bring it to the side of his head. The stem sits perfectly behind his ear, taking him off guard. You’re doing everything you did before, and the memories not only rush back to him, but they hit you like a freight train.
“Sylus.” You whisper, your hand dropping from the flower and cupping his jaw. “Can I ask you something? It might sound wild.”
He rubs his hands along your sides, looking up at you with a sparkle in his eye. The wind picks up around you, carrying the scent of flowers that is so eerily familiar. You can’t deny it, the déjà vu that slaps you across the face just seeing him lying underneath you like this.
This déjà vu.
He had horns. He had wings. There were scales on his shoulders, chest, and arms…
The gem.
“I’m all up for wild.” He puts on a smile, but behind his eyes is the hint of something. Sylus knows you’re remembering, and the beating of his heart thumps hard against his rib cage.
There was a red gem, right where the chain now sits in the middle of his chest.
A shaky hand drifts from his jaw to where the gem would be, and an almost imperceptible shiver racks his body.
“Were we… Is this…” You try to start a sentence, but all you can manage is a weak. “Do you believe that people can be bound to each other?”
“I do,” Sylus whispers, almost too afraid to startle you.
The memories come back.
The alcove in the mountain. The hoard of treasure. Getting thrown into the abyss. Left for dead.
The dragon.
Sylus.
“Let’s just say we entered another world when we walked through that mist.” He mumbles, his throat catching just slightly as you stare down at him. The wind hits your face, but your vision is focused on Sylus. Just Sylus. “And if we want to be more specific, it’s a world with dragons.”
“So you know.” You say.
“And you remember.” He replies, his cheeks dusted pink.
You remember.
Him saying that makes everything click into place. Things are still fuzzy, details that you can’t fully connect float around in your consciousness, but you remember Sylus. The dragon who saved you. The dragon whom you taught how to love.
The dragon that left you.
“So we found each other again.” Your eyes don’t leave Sylus, but the pull of the skeleton looming in the corner of the clearing is there.
“We did.” Sylus nods, his voice barely audible.
Then, with a gentle push, Sylus rolls around until you’re the one lying in the flowers. His arms bracket your head, hovering over you like a predator that caught its prey, but he is the prey, caught in the trap that is the mesmerizing glimmer in your eyes.
Your hand whispers along his chest, tracing the silver chain. “The gem.”
Sylus shushes you, his own eyes a burning crimson. He looks down at you as if you are the sun, moon, and all his stars. His beginning and his end. His forever and always. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m okay. I’m here. With you. Forever.”
A few more inches of space disappear between you, and his nose brushes yours. His breath is deep and labored, like he remembers the events of who knows how long ago.
“My dragon.” Your voice breaks, and there is pure and unbridled love in the melancholy of the déjà vu. It’s the same love you taught him all those years ago. It mingles with elation, striking up a conversation and merging into an emotion that overcomes the sadness. It’s relief.
The past is the past, but this right now is your future.
“Your dragon,” Sylus responds, lowering even further to kiss you. The affection that he learned is mimicked in all his movements, from the palm cupping your cheek to the hand holding your own against his chest. He is here, and he is not going anywhere.
It’s only after a few seconds of a slow kiss that you crave more. The greed… The same greed you felt manifests back in your heart, but it’s a greed for the man above you. You want him. All of him, and in every lifetime.
With a tilt of your head and your other hand tangling in the white locks of his hair, you deepen the kiss. You’re the first one to trace the seam of his lips with your tongue, tempting him into something more.
“So greedy.” He teases, a low groan swallowed by your mouth as he presses almost his entire body on top of yours.
“Always greedy for you.” You whisper, and he pulls back just enough to look deep into your eyes.
Your dragon is in there. He’s never left.
When your legs wrap around his waist, Sylus chuckles, his long fingers finding their way to the bare side of your thigh. His touch is needy, but also tentative. He doesn't want to push you too far, especially with this revelation, but if you give him the green light, he will dive in head first.
“Can we- go back- to the castle?” You ask between breaths, each kiss deeper than the last.
“Are you sure?” Sylus plants a kiss on your cheek, then one on your temple, then on your forehead. The forehead kiss… It makes your heart both speed up and stutter at the same time.
A nod answers him, but you find the voice in the back of your throat to verbalize it. “Positive.” The skin of his chest is smooth, and you can imagine a warm gem sitting there in the crevice. “I want you. Now.”
“Well,” Sylus stands, pulling you up with him. He is still for a moment, taking in the sight of you amongst the flowers. In the back of his mind, he is already planning another outing here. “Who am I to deny my lady?”
In one sweep, he’s picking you up with one arm, cradling your bottom, and your arms circle his neck to hold yourself there. His other arm swings at his side, as if carrying you was the easiest thing he’s ever done.
Sylus is quiet as he walks back to the castle, so it gives you the time to admire him. The sharp angle of his nose, the honey tone of his skin, the deep red of his eyes that are stuck straight forward. All of it is perfect. It’s all your dragon, minus the obvious horns, tail or scales.
Your fingers massage the back of his neck, the tension releasing off him in waves. It’s eons of weight that has rested on his shoulders, and with the knowledge of the past now in your mind as well, he can allow himself a second to relax.
“If you keep doing that, you’ll be in for a long night, kitten.” His words are punctuated with a groan, and he fights the urge to close his eyes and just enjoy your touch.
No, he has to get back to the castle.
The walk is long, especially the climb up all those stairs to a room with a large bed and a beautiful view of the landscape.
But you're not paying attention to all of that.
The first thing you do when he steps through the threshold is attach your lips to his neck. Open-mouthed kisses travel in a trail up to his pulse point, and Sylus’ arm under you shifts to part your thighs and wrap them around his waist.
With you clinging to him like a spider monkey, he cups your bottom, kneading the flesh of your ass in complete indulgence.
“Sylus.” You whimper, the poke of his erection straining the front of his slacks. “Bed, please.”
Your broken sentence is met with his lips crashing to yours. It's intense, but the slow intimacy of the moment creeps in with the way he climbs onto the bed, allowing your back to rest comfortably on the mattress.
“I love you.” He mumbles against your lips, and although he’s said it before, there’s something about right now, the disheveled hair and the wild gaze in his eyes, that means more than it ever has.
“I love you, too.” You whisper back, cupping his jaw and caressing his cheekbone with a touch dripping in reverence. “My dragon.”
Sylus bites his lip, his hips finding yours in a slow grind through the layers of clothing. He’s hungry and insatiable, but wants to savor the moment.
His hands slide up your thighs, under your dress, and touch the warm flesh of your hips. The fabric pools on your stomach, exposing the pretty lingerie that you wore. But while Sylus admires how beautiful you look, your fingers go from his jaw, down his neck, down his chest to toy with the button of his shirt. There isn’t much separating you from the garment being off, so it only takes a soft pop to push it off his shoulders.
“You had scales.” You mumble, your hands moving across the broad expanse of his shoulders, thinking about the harsh plates that once sat on his skin. Even back then, you didn’t regard him as a monster, but as something so intrinsically beautiful that you couldn’t fully comprehend it until you remembered.
“I did.” He whispers against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. After a second, in which he gets the nod from you to fully remove the dress, he lets you sit up just enough to tug the outfit off, discarding it to the side of the bed where his shirt sat.
As he dips his head down, kissing between the valley of your breasts, your fingers thread through his hair, remembering feeling something else besides the silky white strands. “And horns.” You close your eyes, the heat of his lips over your clothed nipple bringing a shiver to your spine.
“I did.” Sylus repeats, his hands stroking your sides before dipping behind you to unclasp your bra expertly. He sits up enough for you to let it trail down your arms and join the pile of clothes that is steadily growing.
His lips wrap around one of your nipples, the tip of his tongue flicking the sensitive nub while he kneads the soft flesh of both your breasts in his palm.
“Sy-lus.” You whimper, head falling back against the satin pillowcase as he laps and laves at the skin.
Sylus’ touch is reverent, like he’s taking his time worshipping all you were and all you will be. The days of his dragon form are long gone, as are yours, and in the present, you are the most crucial thing in his life.
“My beautiful girl.” The words spill out as more of a growl than anything, his hands staying on your breasts while his lips move down your stomach. His teeth tug at the waistband of your panties, and he watches you through his eyelashes as you hold onto his hair like it’s your last resort.
You arch your back into his lips, wanting all of him. He’s all encompassing, and you need him to fill every fibre of your being. With souls bound together like yours, there’s a deep-seated need to be with him. Except you fell in love with him even though you didn’t know about this.
Your soul knew his, and without the memory of the past, you still loved him like you did so long ago.
His large hands tug off your panties, and he keeps eye contact as he kisses along the insides of your thighs. Greed fills him, but watching you squirm just a bit is more satisfying. The hand in his hair tugs harder, but he just responds with a chuckle and a tightening grip on your thigh.
“Patience, beautiful.” He breathes, both of his hands holding your thighs that both fall open and clench around his head in two separate movements. “I’ll give you what you want… Just let me love you.”
The whispered plea makes you pause. The harsh stare you give him burns holes into the top of his head, watching him make a slick mess of your thighs and only send a rush of arousal to your already soaked folds.
Sylus takes a breath in, your scent filling his nose, and his hips involuntarily grind into the mattress. His eyes stay locked onto yours, and when he finally reaches where you want him, he takes a second to admire the sight of your parted lips and perky nipples. A haze of mist covers your eyes, half desire and half pure adoration.
The whimpered plea is lost on your tongue, just the heaving breath that you need to survive filling your lungs over and over.
“I know, sweetie.” He sighs, his nose nuzzling into the side of your thigh. “I’ll give you what you want.”
His tongue darts out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to the throbbing nub of your clit. Spit adds to the already sopping folds of your pussy, and it’s even more obscene when his thumbs spread you even further.
The first time his eyes leave yours, it’s to admire the sight in front of him. The throbbing bundle of nerves sitting above your fluttering hole. It’s a physical manifestation of your desires, and while his greed still makes a home in his heart, the need to give to you outweighs everything he’s ever known.
Like your breast, he wraps his lips around your clit, and your muscles tense with unbridled pleasure that shoots through your veins when he gives a harsh suck. At your simple moan, he smirks against your pussy, knowing exactly how to get you twitching.
One arm wraps around your waist, holding you in place as he laps at the bundle of nerves. His tongue is long, able to reach the entrance of your pussy while he messily makes out with your clit.
He’s feral, like a beast getting a taste of his favorite meal.
“Sy- oh my- fu-ck,” your mouth falls open as waves of white hot pleasure run through you. Each sloppy kiss pauses your heart but speeds it up all in the same beat, and the hand that isn’t around your waist reaches up to hold your hand.
It’s an innocent gesture, the way his fingers thread through yours and his warm palm is flat against your skin, but he doesn’t miss the twitch in your wrist when his tongue dips past the ring of your pussy. The fantastic feeling only heightens when you see how much he enjoys it.
His hips meet the mattress with each strangled whimper that you let out. It’s not enough to bring him to completion, but it's perfect to tempt his body closer and closer while edging himself with a masochistic pleasure.
Your climax is already fast approaching, and the overwhelming emotions of the revelation don’t help the desire that ebbs and flows with each subtle touch. Sylus knows your body, but your soul knows his.
Sucking in a deep breath, your nails lightly scratch at his scalp, and your other hand tightens the grip on his. With each rapid pump of your heart, your blood rushes around you, adding to the heated touch of your skin and the sheen of sweat that glistens there. “I’m- Sylus- I…” You gasp out, unable to warn him of anything more.
“Mhm…” He nods, his tongue delving deeper inside you while the tip of his nose stimulates your aching clit. The sharp point digs into the bundle of nerves, tightening the coil in your stomach with each tilt of his head and low grunt that leaves his very busy lips.
When Sylus closes his eyes, your body explodes in a white hot explosion. The way he is getting so much satisfaction from this, his thumb brushing along the side of your hand while he lets you grind against his face… It’s so hot; even in the depths of the waves that rush over your head, you can stutter out a high-pitched. “Sylus.”
His name sounds the prettiest coming from your lips.
“Good girl.” He whispers, placing one last innocent kiss to your clit before working his way back up your body.
Your hips twitch, nerve endings on edge with each touch of his fingers along the sides of your torso. Sylus’ lips make a trail, allowing you the minutes to enjoy the pleasure that washes over you while also admiring the beautiful furrow in your brow and the whining moans of his name that fall from your lips over and over.
“Let it out, beautiful.” He kisses the side of your neck, his hands making quick work of his pants and underwear while keeping his lips right next to your ear. “You’re so - ha - good for me.”
The scent is back when he buries his face into the crook of your neck. It’s the faint smell of flowers, and in the depths of your pleasure, you know it isn’t his cologne or your perfume. It isn’t the lingering remnants of the flower patch you were just lying in.
It’s Sylus’ soul.
His soul, that smells of the prettiest of flowers and blooms only with you.
“More.” You whimper, your hands gripping at his shoulders as he nips at your pulse point. All of him. Every single bit. You want it.
“As you wish.” He sighs, one hand threading his fingers through yours once again, pressing the joined union into the mattress beside your head. His other hand grips the base of his cock, dragging his tip between your already sensitive folds in a teasing manner, though it doesn’t last long.
“Sy-”
You’re cut off by one of his chuckles and the slow push of his cock inch by inch inside you. He’s thick, with the length to match, so he gives you ample time to adjust to him.
“So good.” He whispers, kissing your shoulder before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Look at me, beautiful.”
The command falls on deaf ears, and the overstimulation and just how good he feels make it hard to concentrate on anything else. It isn’t until his hand cups your chin, holding you still, that you meet his gaze.
There’s an undeniable softness in his eyes as he stares down at you, your hair splaying out over the pillow and back arching into him. Your expression is full of many things. Desire, adoration, pleasure, greed. But above all else, there’s a love that you hold only for Sylus, only for your dragon.
“I love you.” You whimper when his pelvis meets yours. He fills up every inch of you, grinding right against your G-spot with each slow roll of his hips.
He knows exactly how to move, his thumb brushing your soft bottom lip while listening to each and every gasp and moan you let out.
“I love you even more, sweetie.” His lips find the plane of your forehead, and even through the salty taste of sweat, he relishes in the warmth of your skin.
The first time he completely pulls out, you whine from the loss. You’re answered by an immediate thrust forward, and he fills you to the brim in a way that satisfies you repeatedly.
Each thrust pushes a whimper from your lips, and it’s impossible to speak actual words when he sets a torturously slow pace that steals the breath from your lungs. Every thought in your head is of him. Some of it is the past, but the majority is the future, and how excited you are to spend it with him.
Sylus doesn’t speed up his pace, keeping it slow and deep. When he sits flush against you, the head of his cock twitches against your sensitive spot, and it causes your hips to buck and grind in search of more.
But for once, he’s not feeding into your greed.
He’s keeping it at an intense intimacy that speeds up the beating of your heart while also making it skip a few beats. It’s the deep crimson of his eyes that hypnotizes you in seconds, lulling you deeper and deeper with him into the abyss.
“You feel s-o good,” Sylus groans against your lips, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the sun that streamed through the curtains. “All f-or me.”
All you can do is nod and tighten your legs around his waist. With his chest pressing against yours, the coil that previously snapped is winding up again, but this time it’s with an increased ferocity.
You’re both chasing your pleasure, but not sacrificing the intense love and worship that you feel for each other. The grip you have on his hand tightens, the mattress soft under the weight of your intertwined fingers.
His cock twitches, and you cup the side of his jaw, holding him like he’s a statue in a museum. It’s one of awe and intimacy, staring deep into his eyes and seeing the faint connection between your souls. It’s one that crosses lifetimes, oceans, and galaxies.
“Inside?” Sylus grunts, his brow furrowed and jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back his orgasm. You have to come first.
“Pl-ease,” you nod frantically, tilting your hips up so the flat plane of his pelvis digs into the throbbing bundle of nerves just above where you’re connected. It provides enough relief for you to get closer and closer, your skin prickling with goosebumps and the muscles beneath your skin running taut.
The hand not clasped in yours settles on your lower abdomen, pressing down enough so you can feel the outline of his cockhead with each deep thrust. His palm is hot, and the fiendish qualities of him edge into existence with your remembrance.
“Come for me.” His forehead rests against yours, and he watches as you are thrown over the cliff into the depths.
Your body wants to twist and turn, but with Sylus’ weight on top of you, all you can do is buck your hips and arch your back against the muscular wall of his torso. He’s sturdy, holding you through each pulse of your pussy around him.
It feels so good that you don’t even register the twitching of his cock as he spills his load into your warm sex. Compared to your already elevated body heat, it’s warm, but you can’t think of anything else except how he holds you gently.
Even in the midst of his own pleasure, he watches you, and it doesn’t take long before he’s already come down from his high and you’re still going. It’s one thing that he loves: how slow your orgasm washes over you, and how he can watch you go through it in waves.
“Good girl.” He sits up, his nails lightly scratching your sides as you continue to buck and squirm under him. It’s lava that rushes with each beat of your heart, and your eyes close toward the end. It’s too much, overwhelming your senses and plunging you into darkness.
Sylus’ kiss to your forehead brings you out of the dark.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles into your hair, turning you so he’s the one lying on the bed with you on top of him. His cock is still nestled inside you, softened from his intense orgasm, but plugging you up so only a small stream of his release escapes.
“I love you.” You repeat again, your cheek resting comfortably where his heart is. It’s a steady beat, like a metronome to a song. “Is that why you had that book on dragons?”
“I never wanted to push you to remember.” He whispers, his touch light along your spine. “But dragons have always fascinated me. I wanted to know what the perception of us was so many years later.”
You hum and bring your hand up to the other side of his chest. Small shapes are drawn into his skin, and he looks down at you with a soft smile. “I want the whole story.” It’s not a demand, but more of an ask for more information. “From your perspective.”
He tenses slightly, but at your touch, the beating of his heart steadies to a gentle thrum. “Alright, I can do that.”
“But first,” Sylus threads his fingers through your hair, massaging the back of your neck. “Let’s get some rest. I’m sure with everything that happened, you are exhausted.”
All you can do is nod and yawn, finally feeling the weight of everything settle on your shoulders. Sylus chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I love you.” His words are spoken into your hair. “My dragon.”
These past few weeks, making/creating good fics/works for you all haven't been too hard but not entirely draining either. I usually think of something that I'm passionate about and want to write about atleast twice a week and I almost always post something at least once a week.
But lately, I've been getting a lot more busy socially, work/college and my family. And it's been getting harder to maintain the energy/creativity to write big fics/works for you all weekly. Before it was easier because my days weren't as full/mentally draining as they are now.
I feel terrible even thinking about doing this because it's my first kinktober and I was really excited about posting for you guys. I won't lie I might've overshot with making big ass fics but I rlly wanted it to me good for my first run 😭. Which is why me calling a semi-hiatus when it's almost over makes me feel like shit.
And I understand if some of you are upset at this, I completely understand. I should've lightened my load since it is my first time, and my excitement got the better of me. I'll try to come back before the year is over and post some cute things for Christmas🤍
But for now, my kinktober will be discontinued. I'm truly sorry for those who were looking forward to the other posts, but please believe me when I say I'd rather take this break rather than post low quality work for you all. You only deserve the best work of your favs and I will forever try my best to deliver that every time.
Thank you all for the continuous support and your sweet compliments ! I love you all so dearly 🩷🩷
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: anything but just sex. | pro!hero katsuki bakugou
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Sex with Katsuki — almost every time — is an experience in itself. Never rough, never careless, never cruel. His touch is passionate, deliberate, and intense in a way that leaves your body aching and your heart full. Even when you’re going at it like rabbits, breathless and desperate, he never forgets to lace every thrust/lick/ kiss with sweet praise and flirty edging <3
Your eyes damn near rolled back into your skull as Katsuki’s tongue slipped inside your hole, the nasty mix of his cum and yours making it all the more lewd. He groaned against you, low and wrecked, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste — of you. His big hands gripped your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he kept you spread wide, kept you trembling.
“Fuckin’ messy,” he muttered, voice thick with heat. “Look at you, can’t even keep it all in.”
You whimpered in response, hips twitching, fingers clawing at the sheets as his tongue fucked your cunt with that slow, hot intensity that had your back arching off the bed and your moans spilling louder, sharper, as that familiar knot in your tummy began to unravel once more.
“O-oh fuck—don’t stop, baby—please, m’gonna—!”
But he did.
Pulled back with a wet sound and a dark chuckle, lips slick and ruby eyes burning with heat. You whined, hips chasing after him, thighs trembling as the pressure in your belly tightened and refused to break. Katsuki didn’t say anything at first. Just kissed your inner thigh — slow, deliberate — lips dragging across the sensitive skin like he was savoring you. Then he nibbled, soft teasing bites that made your breath hitch and your fingers twist in the sheets.
“Mm mm,” he hummed, voice low and smug. “Gotta ask for it pretty. Gotta earn it. You can do that for me, right?”
You whimpered, thighs twitching on his toned shoulders, body aching for release. Katsuki merely kissed higher, closer, tongue flicking just shy of where you needed him most. A single lick pulled a needy whine from your throat and had your hips lifting off the bed like instinct.
Settled between your thighs, Katsuki looked like he belonged there — broad shoulders framed by the mess he’d made of you, his pretty lips slick with you, jaw tense, and those crimson eyes locked on yours with a hunger that made your stomach flip. Blond hair tousled, damp with sweat, and his tongue flicked out to taste the mix of you both on his lips like he was starving for it.
“C’mon, sweets,” he rasped, lips brushing your skin, voice thick with heat. “Use those big girl words f’me — lemme see how bad my girl needs it.”
Your thighs trembled around his head, hips twitching with every slow, deliberate kiss he pressed to your inner thigh. He nibbled there, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh — sharp but never cruel — just enough to make your breath hitch and your fingers twist in the sheets. His eyes never left yours, locked in with that molten, hungry stare like he was daring you to fall apart from the way he looked at you alone.
You whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets, your body aching for him — for his tongue, his cock, god, his praise — anything. The pressure in your belly was growing unbearable, need clawing at your spine, and the way he looked at you — like you were the only thing that mattered — had you damn near sobbing.
“Please,” you finally gasped, voice cracking. “Please, baby… need you. Need you so bad.”
Katsuki didn’t move right away. Just smirked — low and slow — before pressing one last kiss to your inner thigh, lips dragging across the sensitive skin like he was branding you with heat. Then he started crawling up your body, deliberate and slow, kissing a path from your thighs to your hips, your belly, your chest — until he was hovering over you, eyes dark and molten with lust.
His lips brushed yours, featherlight, teasing. “You can do better than that,” he murmured, voice low and sweetly cruel. “If you want it, you gotta ask properly, sweets.”
You whimpered against his mouth, body arching into him, desperate for contact. “Katsuki…” He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue swirling against yours before pulling back just enough to speak. Eyes dragging from your puffy lips to your eyes. “C’mon, pretty,” he rasped, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “What do you want, hm?"
Your breath hitched, lips trembling as your fingers curled into his shoulders. “..Want your tongue,” you whispered, voice soft and wrecked. “Want your mouth on me again, Katsu… please.”
The blond hummed, pleased, lips curling into a smirk before he leaned in and kissed you once more—aching slow, deep, and hot enough to make your toes curl. His mouth moved against yours with a kind of possessive hunger, tongue sweeping past your lips like he was claiming every breath you had left. A moan fell past your lips, soft and wrecked, legs thighs twitching as more slick spilled between them from the sheer intensity of it.
Katsuki groaned against your mouth, pulling back just enough to murmur, voice thick with praise, “Good girl.” His breath was hot against your lips, and he pressed another quick, now possessive kiss to them — a little wetter, a little hungrier. “Always beggin’ so sweet for me.”
Then he started sliding back down your body, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on yours the whole way — dark, hungry, and so full of heat you swore you could feel it before his mouth even touched you again. Like the promise of him alone was enough to make your clit ache with anticipation.
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
You used to joke with your friends that there was no way dick could actually make a girl go drunk on it— that kind of stuff only ever existed in porn. All dramatics and camera angles. No way it was real.
Safe to say that mindset quickly changed the second you started dating Toji Fushiguro.
After that first night you had sex — where he bent you over and pounded your cunt so deep you squirted twice on his dick, legs shaking, voice gone? Yeah. You stopped laughing real quick.
Because now, you were damn near a replica of those pornstars drooling over dick. Eyes glassy, thighs twitching and dripping with cum, and brain fogged up like he’d knocked something loose.
He had fucked you stupid. Literally.
And the worst part? You loved it. Loved the way he manhandled you, how he mocked you and talked down to you, made you feel like nothing but a hole to fill. The way he’d grab your face mid-thrust, make you look at him while he ruined you. “This all it took to get you slutted out for me? Dirty girl.”
It was almost laughable to think you used to have standards before.
Control. Maybe even restraint.
But Toji shattered that the moment he first split you open on his cock. Now you were cockdrunk and shameless, begging for him to fuck you dumb with tears in your eyes and slick dripping down your shaky thighs.
“Please,” you’d sob, voice wrecked, hips chasing every thrust like you were starving. “Need it, want your cock—want more.”
And he’d laugh. Low and cruel. “More?” he’d sneer, dragging his cock out slow just to slam it back in harder. Drinking in the way your mouth would drop open in an 'o' and your eyes would roll back as a breathless moan would fill the room. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable, doll. Nothin’ but a cockhungry slut now f'me, aren’t ya?”
And you were.
You never thought you could reach this level of horny in your life, never thought you’d crave sex like this ever. Not even in your wildest dreams—and yet here you were. Hooked on his dick.
So much so it wasn’t just when you two were fucking. It was constant. Lingering. Even when he was being sweet — brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your temple, calling you his girl in that low, possessive voice that made you wanna jump his bones— it made your stomach flip and your thighs clench.
Despite his intimidating, almost scary appearance, that beast of a man was soft with you. Gentle in ways that made your chest ache.
And god, that just further worsened your lust.
Because now it wasn’t just about the sex — it was about him. The way he looked at you like you were his favorite sin. The way he touched you like he knew every nerve ending by heart. The way he could ruin you with a single word, a single thrust, a single glance.
You used to joke. Used to roll your eyes at girls who claimed they were addicted to it.
Well—now you were one of them.
No shame. No denial. Just hunger.
Because being his mess? His fucked-out, overstimulated, whimpering mess?
That was your favorite version of yourself most times.
And so what if craving your boyfriend's cock like it was oxygen made you a littlee unhinged?
God forbid a girl have a hobby.
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
