rolan's library

38. Female. This is my 18+, very NSFW library of LADS, BG3, HZD, One Piece, JJK, Mandalorian, and TLOU fanfic faves.

[rolanslibrary]

Welcome to the library!

This is a personal archive of some of my fav NSFW fanfics and fan art for JJK, One Piece (mostly OPLA), TLOU, BG3, and Star Wars.

I love the following characters: Astarion, Gale, Rolan, Halsin; Nanami, Gojo, Geto; Sanji, Zoro, Law, Shanks, Mihawk; Joel Miller; Din Djarin, Obi Wan Kenobi, and occasionally Boba Fett.

I'm female and ship female readers x the above characters as well as those characters with one another (no fandom crossovers, though, don't worry). Someday I'll tag posts for easy browsing.

I favor smut, plot-what-plot fics, husband!characters, soft!dom switches, omegaverse AUs, and occasionally SFW fluff if I'm in the mood for it. My fav fics feature healthy, loving relationships with a lot of spice. Generally speaking this is a 100% explicit, 100% NSFW space and should be treated as such, especially now that I have also started reblogging art, too.

I do NOT reblog anything with the following character dynamics in them: incest, stepcest (especially stepdaughter/stepdad stuff), infidelity, jealousy, dd/lg, tsundere, stalker, noncon, exes, angst with no happy endings, dumbification, age regression, huge age gaps, or violent verbal degradation. I also won't repost anything that involves the reader x an actor, such as reader x Taz Skylar or reader x Pedro Pascal.

Please feel free to follow if all this sounds good to you!

[senalaced]

taking satoru's dick for the first time in theory and in practice are two very different extremes. sure you'd felt him from grinding, from holding the weight of him in your palm under the sheets while you two were supposed to be 'watching a movie'. it felt doable for the most part—taking him.

you've heeded all his thinly veiled warnings long enough and tonight of all nights wasn't one where you two could exactly stop at just heavy petting. you'd even laughed at it beforehand, assured him that you could take him for the millionth time.

if you could slap your past self, you would. because now you're barely 2 minutes into him being inside of you. back spread on soft sheets, practically folded in half under satoru. legs slung over his shoulders, panting, practically vibrating from the effort of trying to get used to the sheer size of him.

"fuck—you gotta stop—" his fingers press harder into the undersides of your thighs where he has you held, hips rocking incrementally to get you adjusted to what he's given already. not even halfway in and you're already all noisy. "breathe for me, pretty? so I can give you the rest."

“t-the rest? ” you gasp, voice going embarrassingly high. it feels like he's been pushing in for ages now and now he's telling you that there's more? “that’s not all of it? are you sure?"

"i'm sure, trust me. just a little more." a bit more than a little, but you'd cross that bridge eventually. he presses a kiss to your knee—soft, lingering like he’s trying to ground both you and himself. "you said you could take it."

"i say a lot of things when I'm horny. you know—oh fuck—that!" you snap, voice breaking on the last word. "you're too big. this is all your fault, satoru."

"my fault?" he manages a huff despite the strain in his voice, brows knitted like he's the one struggling here. to be fair, he sort of is. "you said, and I quote—" his hips ease forward by an infinitesimal amount, just enough to have the bulb of him swabbing against your soft insides. it's enough for your jaw to go slack, toes curling near his ears. "—'please just fuck me already'. and to 'stop treating you like glass'." so here he is, not treating you like glass. not holding out on you. large hands press your thighs and knees closer to your chest, his body angled downward to drive into you with short, gentle thrusts.

"I don't even sound like that." you're clawing blindly at the bedding, airy sounds punching out of you like he's owed them.

"mhm. just breathe." he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your skin as he nudges deeper with the next roll of his hips—a slow, steady push, feeding you yet another inch. one hand leaves your thighs to slide up to your stomach, pressing in like he's trying to feel for himself there. "yeah...that's it, let me in.." the same hand settles just above where you're taking him to thumb at your arousal slick clit, your own darting to out the grab at his wrist. to no avail of course, since his thumb just keeps on moving in circle after circle.

“tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he whispers, hips tilting just a little deeper. new slick from his teasing helps, sliding deeper with ease. “that's right...all the way. you're doing so well."

it's soft, so sweet and encouraging that you're reaching a hand out to bring him closer to you by the back of his neck. "m'good, 'toru. you're fine."

you can't help but wonder how much more he has left to give, what kind of monstrous beast he's been hiding under his briefs. curiosity gets the better of you, eyes dropping to where you've yet to fully connect.

and boy, do you regret it almost instantly.

it's near obscene. inches of him glistening and buried, folds parted against his girth. even with how long he's been easing in (or how long it feels at least), there's still a gap. his gaze follows yours, nosing gently at your ankle, hand squeezing your thigh. "you okay?"

the glisten of his flesh, the taut flex of his abdomen like he's holding back...no, you're not okay in the slightest.

you can feel your core flutter involuntarily at the sight and god, he feels it too.

“oh fuck,” satoru's voice breaks, forehead tipping down to rest against your forehead. “baby, please don’t do that. i'll...this really won't last long.”

"oops, sorry. sorry."

the bits of soft pink that aren't inside inch in-in-in with every second that passing. it's barely anything left to give, yet, he's being so careful. too careful."

"holy fuck, just do—shit!"

you're arching clean off the bed with the way he suddenly, finally hilts himself inside. bare behind flush to his hips, groomed hairs at his base grazing against your skin.

he’s silent for a moment, breathing slow, forehead still dampened and pressed down against yours. "..okay, I have bad news."

you're a little drunk on him, just lucid enough to manage a small hm, nails scraping through the damp hair at his nape.

"there's...there's a high chance that I'll cum if I move."

even in your state, laughter breaks out of you, the heavy man above you flushing a soft pink from the highs of his cheeks up to his ears. murmuring something about it 'not being that funny' and him 'embarrassing himself here'.

"stay still then." you finally breathe when your laughter dies down just enough, smile all gentle up at him, lips brushing against the sharp point of his nose. "we'll just stay like this all night." the pain had properly eased into a dull, barely there ache at that point—more pleasure than any other feeling. with how he'd taken his time, it'd been almost inevitable.

"can't just not move," he replies through gritted teeth, hips shifting just a hair. enough for you both to feel the heavy drag, the way your walls clench instinctively. "god—I can't not move when you feel like that."

it's endearing in a way, very much flattering. your grin only widens, head lifting to angle your mouth against his with a firm kiss. "i'm close too if that makes you feel any better."

words meant to help only make him whine, throbbing inside you, hips beginning to rock slowly. "you are?"

"mhmm. very close." you let out a strangled sound when his hips angle just right and it's enough for him to give up on pacing himself. his weight crushes your thighs against your chest, pace building. "so just keep moving. please."

the sounds leaving you are a mix of 'ahh's' and calls of his name, all broken, all sending his hips into you a little faster. they stutter as he fucks into you with less and less finesse, 0 rhyme or rhythm just the need to see you cum for him like this. hips slapping against the back of your thighs, paced breaths dually filling the room. "you feel so good. taking me so well." and when his thumb finds your clit again with those same, easy circles? you're a goner. "gonna cum--gonna- oh my god, keep doing that—" he finds that spot from before over and over again like there's a target stuck to it, leaky tip wedging itself right where you need it, pleasure mounting far too quickly. you're crying out at this point, hips angling up into his thrusts. so full it hurts in that perfect, dizzying way.

“fuck, you're gonna make me—”

“shut up and cum,” you choke out. “do it inside. pleaseplease—”

his entire body jolts, pace faltering. you feel him twitch deep inside you before it hits, his hips driving in and out hard—once, twice, and then he’s moaning into your mouth as he spills. he drags you down with him, pressure in your abdomen bursting, unfurling outwards with your release—his name still falling from your lips. helpless sounds that only spur the continued movement of his hips to draw out the pleasure.

you're both shaking, sucking in breaths of air greedily for moments after that. you're still folded like a pretzel, still crushed against his weight. "...that one doesn't count."

"agreed."

-- repost from previous account ˙ᵕ˙ likes and reblogs appreciated, thanks for reading!

[mimujus]

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.

"okay?" he asks.

you nod, swallowing. "okay."

"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."

you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."

you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.

"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."

you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.

when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."

you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.

"close?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless for words.

"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"

he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.

"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"

his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.

"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"

you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.

he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.

you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"holy shit," he mutters.

you laugh weakly. "good?"

he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.

"perfect."

a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi

[6x-x9]

-`♡´- Riding Choso silly in his dorm... ! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::

Your boyfriend Choso is sprawled on his narrow dorm bed, sheets already twisted beneath his back, sweat glistening on his pale skin. The room is dim, only the desk lamp casting a soft glow over his messy hair and those dark amber eyes that keep fluttering half-shut every time you shift. His roommate’s out for the night, but the thin walls mean voices carry, and Choso knows it. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s turning white, trying so damn hard to stay quiet like a good boy.

You’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his hips, your slick cunt already stretched around the thick head of his cock. He’s so hard it aches, fat and heavy, pulsing inside you as you sink down another inch. A broken little whimper slips from his throat before he can swallow it.

“Shh,” you whisper, voice low and sweet and so fucking mean. You roll your hips slow, letting him feel every ridge as you take him deeper. “Be quiet, baby. Your friends are right next door. You don’t want them to hear how loud you get when I fuck you, do you?”

Choso’s hands fly to your waist, fingers digging in like he’s drowning. “F-fuck… I’m trying,” he gasps, voice cracking. His cock twitches hard inside you, leaking more precum into your dripping heat. “You feel too good… can’t… ah—”

You cut him off by lifting yourself up until just the tip is kissing your entrance, then dropping back down in one smooth glide. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing him is obscene in the quiet room. Choso’s head snaps back against the pillow, a strangled moan tearing out of him before he slaps a hand over his own mouth.

“See?” you tease, grinding down deep, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You lean forward just enough to let your tits brush his chest, nipples hard and dragging over his skin. “That’s what happens when you’re loud. They’ll know exactly what a needy little slut you are for your girlfriend’s cunt.”

He whines behind his palm, hips jerking up involuntarily. “Please… don’t stop,” he mumbles, words muffled. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. “I need it… need you riding me harder.”

You smile, all sugar and cruelty, and start bouncing properly now. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder no matter how much he tries to hold back. Every time you sink down, his fat cock splits you open so perfectly, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl. Choso’s breathing is ragged, little punched-out sounds escaping with every thrust.

“Quiet,” you remind him again, voice dripping honey as you clench around him on purpose. “Or I’ll have to stop and leave you like this, all hard and dripping and desperate.”

“No—no, please,” he begs, voice breaking into a whimper. His fingers bruise your hips, trying to pull you down harder. “I’ll be good, I swear… just don’t stop fucking me.”

You ride him like that for a while, mean little laughs slipping out when he fails miserably at staying silent. His moans keep spilling out, deep and wrecked, turning into these pretty, desperate noises that make your pussy flutter around him. Then, just when he’s starting to lose it, you lift off completely. His cock slaps wetly against his stomach, shiny with your juices, throbbing angrily in the cool air.

Choso lets out a devastated sound, eyes flying open. “Wait—baby, what are you—”

You swing your leg over and turn around, settling into reverse cowgirl. The view is perfect for him now. You reach back, spread your ass a little with one hand, and let him watch as you line his fat cock up with your dripping hole. Slowly, so slowly, you sink down, letting every inch disappear inside you while he stares.

“Oh my god,” Choso groans, long and filthy. His hands immediately grab your hips again, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the small of your back. “Look at that… your pretty cunt taking me so deep. Fuck, I can see everything.”

You lean forward, arching your back like a lazy kitten, ass up and chest pressed to his thighs. The new angle has his cock hitting even deeper, bullying right against your cervix with every tiny shift. “Then fuck me, Choso,” you purr, voice teasing. “Show me how bad you want it. Make me feel it.”

He snaps.

His grip tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, hard and fast, the bed creaking under the force. The wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room now, no holding back. Every stroke is deep, punishing, his balls smacking against your clit. You can feel him losing control completely, hips stuttering, cock swelling even thicker inside you.

“Shit—shit, you’re so tight,” he pants, voice raw. “Taking my cock like such a good girl… fuck, I’m gonna—ah—gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You moan softly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, letting him fuck up into you like an animal. “Then cum, baby. Fill me up. But don’t you dare get loud. Your friends might hear what a mess you make when you’re buried in my pussy.”

Choso’s rhythm falters, a broken cry ripping from his throat despite your warning. “Can’t… can’t help it,” he sobs, pounding harder. “You’re too much… too wet, too perfect… fuck, I love you, I love your cunt so much—”

He’s gone now, hips snapping up wildly, chasing that edge. You clench around him on purpose, milking him, and that’s all it takes. Choso buries himself to the hilt with one last desperate thrust, his cock pulsing as he spills hot and thick inside you. Rope after rope, flooding your pussy while he whimpers and moans your name like a prayer, trying and failing so miserably to stay quiet.

You ride out the last of his orgasm, grinding back slow, feeling him twitch and leak inside you. When he finally collapses back against the sheets, chest heaving, you glance over your shoulder with a wicked little smile.

“See what happens when you can’t behave?” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “Next time I might have to gag you… or maybe I’ll just let your friends listen to how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”

Choso just whines, pulling you down against him, still buried deep, already half-hard, like the needy boy he is, pressing soft loving kisses along your neck getting oh so desperate for you all over again.

[9x-x6]

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[thewrldx]

zayne

takes your hand in his palm and warms it without saying anything

falls asleep while reading with you (and pretends he didnt)

wants you to sit on his lap when he's working

says "come here"

lets you hold his sleeve while walking. (thinks its the cutest thing ever)

loves when the sleeves of his clothes cover your hands

tell you to go to bed when you wake up after he comes home late, but you both just end up staying awake to watch the sunrise

gives temple kisses temple kisses temples kisses

shoves his fingers so deep inside you, stars bloom behind your eyes

talks you through taking his cock after he's been on a business trip for too long, and the stretch is intense

loves when you wear lingerie, ripping the material to expose the areas of you he wants to see instead of removing it completely

acts shy when receiving head, but after a minute or so into it, he's shoving your head down until your eyes water, telling you to relax your throat

is really horny all the time tbh

[sayuni1234]

Zayne: Knead Therapy 🫱🫲

[manikas-whims]

someone in that creative team realized his best angle is him looking down MC/us..so now they keep finding excuses to get him on top of or hover over MC/us 🤭

i’m collecting these like a crazed woman 🫣

[seagodbride]

do they prefer ass or tits? (or is there a secret option?)

xavier!

xavier prefers tits. he loves it when he gets to bury his face in your soft, squishy tits. when he gets sleepy during movie marathon at night with you, he rests his head on your shoulder first, before that freak suddenly turned his head to your chest and breathe you in as if he couldn’t live without having his face squeezed in between your soft tits.  oh he doesn’t forget to cup one, or maybe two of your tits with his big hands if he’s feeling greedy (which he always does). when cuddling, his hands would always slipped under your shirt and if you’re wearing bra, he would just unhook it so he could cup it with his hands. “what do you need a bra for? i can hold it for you. i can keep it warm too.” oh another reason he prefers your tits is probably because he loves boobjob. he could feel his precum dripping out more and more when he placed his hard cock between your soft tits. the way your soft skin rubbed his cock and the heat between them makes him want to burst right at your face. you would let him tho, wouldn’t you?

zayne!

it’s known that zayne likes your back. he would always gets and spoils you with outfits and suspiciously all of it somehow has a way to show off your back. you figured it out yourself with the way he would always has you on all fours and him taking you from behind. he gets the meanest and roughest in that position. if he didn’t have any self control, he would love to breed you in that position too. but that’s his dirty secret and let it be that way.  zayne wouldn’t hesitate to say your back if you asked him which part of your body is his favourite. but if you specifically asked, ass or tits, the doctor would probably go for ass. he loves how it jiggles whenever his hip thrusts into you. when the soft skin of your ass turned red from his spankings whenever you’re being bratty, he feels like being meaner. “you love getting on my nerves, don’t you? it’s like you actually want me to punish you.” it’s okay, zayne will just spanks you while he pounds you from behind! after all, you do love getting punished by him.

rafayel!

it is hard to tell which part of your body rafayel is into. the artist loves to worship every inch of your skin and body. he gives all of them equal love and affection, never forgetting to kiss every part of you. however, you do notice he gives your tummy a little more attention than the others. you don’t understand how he would love your tummy more, you don’t really like it but oh well. whenever you are cuddling with him, he loves to give a little rub to your belly. when things get heated, he would lower his head down to your tummy to give it kisses. if he’s feeling possessive, you would find him leaving a few bite marks and hickeys. he could get off to your belly alone. you would lay there feeling exposed, looking up at him while he strokes his throbbing cock above your stomach. “how could you dislike a part of you that i really love, cutie? i’m offended.” he would make sure to paint your belly with his warm cum so that you know how he really loves it and shouldn’t dare to dislike his favourite thing. ass or tits? tummy. 

sylus!

sylus makes it obvious how he loves your thighs. his eyes shine bright whenever you wear shorts, mini skirts or a slit dress (bonus if the colour of the dress is red). he is shameless about it too, practically gawking when you dressed the way he likes it for your date with him. sometimes you wouldn’t even make it to the date! bad, greedy sylus is to blame. or is it you for wearing those? his favourite view is when you pair your shorts with one of his shirts. walking around the house, completely clueless that a certain predator is watching you from the corner. be careful to not bend over with that outfit. since he’s also fond of ass, that action isn’t helping you! the moment you bend over, you would feel your feet lifted off the ground, before getting thrown on the bed. “did you do that on purpose, sweetie? what a naughty kitten.” you would see the stars with how he’s eating you out after. his tongue shoved inside your hole while his finger keeps rubbing your clit. oh if you want to make him see stars too (and cums untouched), you should squeeze him with your thighs! he would die a happy man. 

caleb!

caleb wasn’t breastfed as a child. that poor boy doesn’t get enough love when he was a kid. thank god you’re here tho! caleb loves to bury his face in your chest whenever you’re cuddling together. he loves how safe being in your embrace makes him feel. when he gets his hands on you, he never wants to let go. he wants you and him to fuse together, so he doesn’t have to worry about you leaving him. and vice versa. you loves burying your face in his chest. that’s the thing you two have in common, finding comfort in inhaling each other’s warmness. but caleb has it quite different. while he loves to rest his face in your chest, he loves it more to suck on them. he has this imagination when you bare his kids, and your tits gets all swollen with milk, he would love to help the ache go away with emptying the milk. he wanna be a good and useful husband. he’s also a pervert who sneak up from behind and grope your tits. he does this all the time, while you were doing your laundry, washing your face, or getting ready. you protested but it means nothing to caleb. he wanna touch you all the time. when you got mad, he would just gave you his stupid puppy eyes. “don’t be mad at me pips, please? i just love you so much… need you…” sometimes you’re grateful when the harmless groping didn’t turned out to both of you fucking like animals because most of the time, it did. 

[starryeyed-knight]

Xavier wants you to take what you need content: ovulation, morning sex, pussy job

You wake with your thighs rubbing together, seeking the friction that had eluded you in your hazy, heat-filled dreams. Buried under his soft sheets with your face in his pillow, you're surrounded by his warmth and familiar scent, whining and rolling your hips into the mattress.

Half-coherent and driven by need, you shift, flopping your head to the other side to view your boyfriend. Xavier's soft lips are parted slightly, deep, even breaths escaping him in his peaceful slumber.

"Xavier," you mumble, poking him, tugging at his loose, white t-shirt.

He hums, fingers gliding up to hold yours, but otherwise doesn't stir.

"Xavierrr," you whine, nudging his shoulder, then shaking him gently until he grunts, brows furrowing before his eyes slowly blink open.

"Mm?" Xavier hums in question, long lashes fluttering, blue eyes glazed over and softening when you're the first thing he sees. His jaw goes slack when he lets out a yawn, and you bite your lip, warm with affection at seeing him all sleepy and cute. His voice is deeper, thick when he asks you, "What is it?"

You try to stifle your grinding against the bed, but he pulls you close, going for those habitual early morning snuggles. You hiss when your throbbing core brushes against his knee, trying not to whimper or grind down onto it.

But he senses your restlessness, gaze honing in on the not so subtle movements of your hips, your little jolts under the sheets. Xavier tilts his head, bangs falling across his eyes as he smirks into the pillow.

In one swift movement, he hooks his hand under your knee, tugging your leg over his thigh. You can feel the muscles of it flex through his thin sleep shorts, pressing up against you to silently encourage you to grind against it.

You fall into his offer easily, burying your face into his neck. His skin is so warm, so soft, begging to be sucked and marked.

Mouthing at it mindlessly, you moan his name, teeth grazing along his slow and steady pulse. A content sound rumbles from his broad chest, where your breasts nearly spill out of your rumpled tank top to push against it.

Then he mumbles, grabbing at his phone on the bedside table.

"What—" You suck in a breath, moaning as you rotate your hips, finding a spot in your dry humping that sends pleasure sparking straight from your clit to your core. "What are you doing?"

"Checking," Xavier says unhelpfully, squinting against the brightness of his phone screen in the dim light of his bedroom.

"Checking what?"

His voice is melodic, content when he replies, "You’re ovulating."

You huff, pulling back from his spit-slicked, love-bitten neck to see him smiling at you in satisfaction.

Your hand finds his chin, squishing his cheeks.

"Cocky," you accuse breathlessly, your grip landing on his shoulder to leverage yourself over him.

You straddle his strong thigh, head tossed back as you grind up and down, bouncing on it. Following that build of hot tension coiling in your gut, your own thighs squeezing and shaking around his.

Xavier hums, hungrily eyeing the peek down your disheveled tank top to your bouncing breasts. Your nipples are hard, clearly visible and tempting, and he licks his lips.

Lost in your pleasure, you miss the wicked spark of mischief in his eyes before he closes them, leaning his head back against the pillow.

"I’m sleepy."

You freeze in your eager movements, mouth agape.

"Really, Xav?" you whine, hips wiggling against him before you force yourself to still.

You wouldn't be mad if he was too tired to deal with it right now. But being this horny and wet and nearly out of your mind with it, you'd have to find some other way to cum.

Did you leave your vibrator in his drawer? He wouldn't mind if you pulled it out, right?

You're about to ask when his slender fingers brush against your pelvis, finding where your shirt had ridden up. His calluses graze along the trim of your panties, and your muscles jump in sensitivity, before he moves to shift his own shirt up.

The fabric settles around his soft tummy, and he strokes those long fingers across his smooth skin, down the trail of silver hair that disappears beneath his sleep shorts. He tugs the waistband down, revealing the gray band of his briefs, and just a hint of the mouth-watering, heavy bulge straining against the tight fabric.

"Feel free to use me as you please, angel," Xavier murmurs, blue eyes dark and fixed on you through heavy lids.

You inhale sharply, staring at him wide-eyed.

"Really?" Your fingers brush against the gray band, and you tug down his sleep shorts more to see his growing erection. "You're sure?"

Xavier nods his consent, watching you lazily, his hand curling around the back of your thigh. His fingertips dig into your plush skin, stroking higher to find where your slick had soaked through your panties, dampening your inner thighs.

He tugs you forward, encouraging you to sit yourself on where he hangs, hot and heavy between his legs. You moan at the shock of pleasure, even with the thin layers of fabric still between you.

"Yes," Xavier moans his assurance, his eyes locked onto yours. "Take what you need from me. I wanna watch you."

At his encouragement, you hook your thumbs into his briefs, pulling them down with his shorts until you finally see him, thick and throbbing, waiting for you. You drag your finger along the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock and watch him twitch, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

You stroke him slowly, palm slick with your own spit, just admiring how ruddy his tip gets before it begins to leak precum. Your thumb circles it, dipping into his hole to watch it stick to your skin when you pull back.

His breaths are slow and even, but his hips roll gently into your grasp, his languid gaze not lifting from you for a second.

"Don't you want it?" he teases you, his slickened cock thrusting up once through your fingers, and you shiver. "It's all for you. Take it."

You hear the soft intake of his breath, matching your own gasp when you finally tug your ruined panties to the side to brush your drenched cunt against him.

Your hips roll, trapping his length between his abdomen and your pussy, encompassing him in the glide along your wet lips, languid and unhurried in the early morning light.

"There you go," Xavier breathes, his thumb rubbing along your inner thigh. "What a pretty sight. Just for me," the last part is mumbled to himself, and you bite your lip to stifle a whine.

Your breathing grows heavy, head falling back between your shoulders, vision unfocused on the star-shaped fairy lights that hang from the corner of his ceiling while you grind along his cock. You gasp each time his head notches on your entrance, trying to eagerly suck him in with each pass, and moan when he slips back out to rub against your aching clit.

When you turn your attention back to Xavier, his arm is stretched out beside his head, fingers twitching. His Adam's apple bobs, the hickeys you just left littering the side of his neck as he watches you with half-lidded eyes, fluffy hair fanned out against his pillow. Not caring about his own pleasure, just enjoying seeing you take yours.

"You're so pretty," you whisper, watching how his eyelashes flutter, his brows pinching with a quiet moan at your praise. "You know that, right? So, so pretty."

You glance down, watching each time his reddened tip reappears from under your grinding, slicker with each pass.

"Such a pretty cock, too," you praise, and you feel him twitch at your words, throbbing within your folds. "Mine."

His face is flushed when you look back up at him, aroused and bashful in equal measures.

"Yours," he breathes, and you feel yourself start to fall apart.

Your hips quicken, jerking back and forth rapidly, that cord of pleasure tightening in your core, at the base of your spine.

Honestly, you could come like this, and the longer you watch him, utterly relaxed and drinking in the sight of you, the more you want to.

You grip his cock, moaning when he grunts, and tap his drenched tip against your clit, hips jolting with the pleasure that shoots through you.

"F-fuck," you gasp.

Thighs trembling, you rub yourself against the head of his cock, using him to get yourself off. You buck against the stimulation when his leaking hole catches against your clit, circling it.

"Wanna watch you cum right on my clit." Louder moans escape you as you feel that pleasure sparking, brightening, about to consume you. "I wanna see it, Xavier, please. Please?"

You look up at him through your lashes, completely debauched and so close to your orgasm, desperate for it, and Xavier breaks.

His eyes go wide and glazed over; broken, stuttered moans and gasps escaping where he'd been biting his own lip when he cums.

You whine, watching each load flood, hot and slick against your clit. It drips down where your hand grips him, still rubbing his tip against yourself as his cum shoots from it, and you cry out, short and sharp, when you cum right after him.

The orgasm blooms from your center, warming you with each wave, leaving him drenched, from his happy trail up to his abdomen. As the peak begins to ebb, you try and catch yourself on your arm, but your limbs give out, and you collapse onto his chest as he pants for breath.

Xavier's arms wrap around you instantly, gathering you close, and you curl into him, hips still twitching from the strength of your orgasm.

He presses soft kisses into your hair, and down your face. His thumb finds your chin, and he tilts your head back, meeting your lips in a long, content kiss.

"Feel better?" he asks, warm breath caressing your lips.

You burrow into him with a happy hum. "Much better."

"Mm, good." Xavier's fingers rub soothing circles into your inner thigh before dragging up through your folds, collecting the strings of cum before pushing them into your neglected hole.

You moan from the overstimulation, holding onto him tighter as he slowly scissors them, pumping in and out.

He sounds utterly serene when he kisses your forehead, but you hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "Now we have the rest of the day to make sure you don't waste another drop."

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[sukuhands]

A little roll of your hips has got Satoru whining beneath you

MDNI: based on this request <3 :dry humping, satoru being somewhat needy

Click.

Satoru's eyes snapped open, that devastating blue gaze zeroing in on you with laser focus. "Did you just—"

"No idea what you're talking about." You're already pulling your phone close to your chest, grinning like you've gotten away with one of your best coup.

But you absolutely haven’t.

"Liar," he drawls, and before you can even think about scrambling away, his hand shoots out and plucks your phone right out of your grasp without any type of struggle. "Let's see what we have here, hmm?"

"Satoru, give it back—"

He's holding it high above his head, that insufferable smirk spreading across his face as he lounges back against the pillows. The bastard looks like some kind of god reclining on a cloud, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips with his shirt messily ridden up from sleep, white hair mussed up and looking absolutely edible.

Which is exactly why you took the photo in the first place, this was truly a sight to keep in memory.

"Come and get it if y’want it so bad," he sing-songs, waving your phone tauntingly.

You narrow your eyes. "You're such a child."

"And you're a little creep, taking photos of me while I'm sleeping." His grin widens. "What were you gonna do with that, huh? Add it to your collection?"

Heat floods your cheeks. You didn’t have an official collection, no, but you should consider it at this point with the hundreds of pics you had of your boyfriend. "I don't have one"

"Sure you don't." He's enjoying this far too much, the smug asshole.

Fine.

You shift onto your knees, eyeing the distance between you and your phone. He's got his arm stretched up, and even lying down, his reach is annoyingly long, but you're not about to let him win this.

"You asked for this," you mutter, reaching up toward the phone.

He just laughs as you stretch, your body arching upward. "Getting desperate, are we?"

"Satoru, I swear—"

You're climbing onto his lap, your knees settle on either side of his hips, your focus is entirely on that phone dangling above you—so close, just a little higher—

"Oh, come on—" you huff, stretching upward. Your chest is pressed against him as you reach up, but you barely notice, too focused on your poor phone.

He could only laugh at your failing attempt, pushing his hair back with his free hand. "What's wrong? Can't reach?"

You rock forward on his lap, using the momentum to push yourself higher. Your fingers brush the edge of the phone case.

His breath hitches, his smirk faltering slightly, but of course you don't notice.

You freeze for a split second, then push up again, grinding against him as you stretch. So close.

"You can—" His voice comes out strained. "You can do better than that."

You glance down at him, confused by his tone but assumed that he was just being his usual taunting self. "Oh, I'll show you better—"

You shift your weight to have a better grounding, rocking against his lap as you make another grab for the phone. The angle gives you more height, more reach, just as you're about to touch it your swing gets complete disturbed by Satoru’s loud, obnoxious, moan.

You stop immediately, hands dropping to his chest as concern floods through you. "Wait—Satoru, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

That's when you feel it.

Oh.

He's hard—achingly hard—pressed right up against you through his sweatpants, hot and throbbing beneath you, and suddenly his breathlessness made perfect sense.

"Well shit,” He lets out a tight laugh, cheeks flushed red as his free hand comes up to grip your hip, keeping you pressed right on him. "D-Don’t stop—" His hips buck up, seeking that tasty friction. "M'so close already—"

Your face is burning, feeling yourself getting worked up from his lewd expression only. "Are you for real—"

"Don't you dare stop now." He warns, that infamous Gojo Satoru, always so in control—reduced to this trembling hard mess beneath you all because you wiggled a bit on his lap.

"I didn't mean to—" you stammer, but his grip on your hip tightens, keeping you firmly in place, your phone now hanging loosely in his hand.

"Sure you didn’t." That grin returns, still very devastating despite the flush spreading up his neck now. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide and making sure to look at all of you. "Just a little more?"

"Satoru—"

He rocks his hips up against you, and you gasp at the delicious friction, so so close yet so far. "Come on baby, you can’t keep grinding that perfect ass like that right on my and—fuck—"

His head falls back against the pillow as you shift slightly, your body responding as your mind tries to catch up.

Both his hands grip your hip now, your phone long forgotten somewhere on the bed, guiding you into a slow roll against him. "There you go, just like that—"

You bite your lip trying to suppress a whimper, and his grin turns absolutely feral.

"That's my girl." His voice drops with a whine. "Keep going, please." He’s looking at you with those puppy eyes, a glint of dare shining through.

Your hands are still braced against his chest, clenching around the fabric of his black shirt; you can feel his heart hammering beneath your palms. He's completely at your mercy despite his cocky attitude, which is honestly no surprise to you.

You roll your hips deliberately this time, grinding down onto his throbbing length with purpose, tearing a low groan from his throat.

"Yes—god, just like that," His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements as his hips buck up to meet you. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop— come’ere"

His hand slides up under your shirt from behind, palm hot against your bare skin as he yanks you down flush against him.

"fuck, right there—"

The angle shifts and suddenly he's grinding directly against your core. The sudden shift had you panting over him, catching your clit just right through your pyjamas.

"That's it, baby, grind on my cock just like that—" Both hands grip you possessively now—one still beneath your shirt, nails dragging down your spine, making sure to keep your body pressed against him, the other digging bruises into your hip as he rocks you against him with desperate, filthy strokes. "Hah…you feel so fucking good—"

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth opening and dragging against your skin, tongue laving over the sensitive flesh before his teeth scrape and bite. "Fuck you look good with those—hah—"

You can already feel the bruises forming—deep purple proof of his tiny obsession with you.

"Satoru—oh god—"

Your fingers twist in his shirt, holding on as he grinds you down harder. The friction is absolutely maddening, you can feel it now—the wet spot forming on his sweatpants, hot and slick where his cock is leaking through the fabric.

"Say it again—" He groans against your neck, sucking another bruise right below your ear. "Say my name again baby please.”

You roll your hips to counter his thrusts, giving him right back what he’s been giving you.

“‘Toru, need more–“

You feel him throb against you, hands and arms holding you down on him like a body pillow. "Fuck—keep doing that—"

The hand under your shirt slides around to your front, grabbing, groping, anything he can reach. "So fucking perfect—ngh—gonna come—" The wet heat of his bulge is absolutely sinful even through layers of fabric.

"Gonna make me—shit—" His teeth sink into your shoulder as his whole body goes buckles beneath you. "Sweets oh fuck—"

You feel him pulse against your sensitive core, your own hips never stopping their long and steady strokes, his cock jerking as he spills into his sweatpants with a long, broken moan muffled against your skin. "Yes—fuck yes—keep going—hah—"

He’s rolling his hips against yours in contrast, smearing his mess everywhere—being extremely bold absolutely filthy about it. He's twitching against you, soaking through the fabric as he rides it out.

"Fuck—" He's gasping, trembling, still clutching you against him like a support plushie.

His chest heaves against yours, breath coming in ragged pants against your neck. You can feel his heart absolutely hammering, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

"Fucking hell sweets," he breathes, his grip on you loosens just slightly, hands sliding down to rest more gently on your hips.

He lifts his head from your neck, those blue eyes unfocused and hazy, still drunk on his release until his eyes land on yours. "What?"

"My phone." You're already patting around the rumpled sheets beside him, trying to ignore the mess between your thighs and the way he's still half-hard beneath you. "Where'd you drop it?"

"You're—" He lets out an incredulous laugh, head falling back against the pillow. "You're asking about your phone right now?"

"Yes?" You shift off his lap, and he makes a wounded sound at the loss of contact.

"Unbelievable." But he's grinning now, that satisfied cat-like expression as he watches you search. "I just came in my pants because of you and you're worried about your phone?"

Your fingers close around it, wedged between the pillow and headboard. "Found it!"

"Of course you did." He's propped up on his elbows now, watching you with pure amusement. "What's so important that you—"

Click.

His jaw drops. "Did you just take another picture?"

You're already scrambling off the bed, phone clutched protectively to your chest this time. "Payment for not helping me finish, you gentlemen."

"Oh, you think you're clever—" He's already moving, swinging his legs off the bed despite the obvious obstacle. "Get back here—"

But you're already halfway to the door, laughing as you hear him stumble—still shaky-legged and sensitive, cursing under his breath in the process.

idk why i struggled so much with this but i did ahhh, i might be going through a writer's block (i hope not cuz holy shit)

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[debt-to-the-devil]

Sylus adores kissing you. It's quickly become his favorite activity. Every time he sees you, you're pulled into his lap, his big hands squeezing your hips as his lips crash into yours. Sometimes he's rough, other times he's slow, like he's savoring the moment. You never know what to expect from him, but all you know is that he has your pussy dripping within like a minute.

Now isn't any different.

You're straddling his lap, knees digging into the velvet of his chair, while your fingers dive into the silver strands at the nape of his neck, desperately trying to tug him closer. You kiss him like you're trying to steal the breath from his lungs, like you want him to be just as hot and bothered as he makes you. You know he's hard. You can feel his cock just underneath you, pressing right against your clothed cunt like it belongs there. You suppose it does, but with Sylus holding you so firmly, you have no choice but to sit there and try to ignore the way it would feel so good to grind against.

Sylus kisses exactly like he speaks. Demanding and utterly in control. You debate pushing at his shoulders, whining how it's not fair that he still seems so composed, but then his tongue is licking into your mouth. You shiver against him, your hands tugging at his hair. It's ridiculous how easy he has you undone and eager for him to fuck you.

He lets you set the pace, lets you be the one to scramble and claw, but you can feel how intentional he is. Every brush of his lips against yours, every slide of his tongue has you melting into a puddle right there on his lap, and he's well aware of it.

It's just how he likes you, after all. Needy and wet just from a few of his kisses. He hasn't even touched you yet, but he knows if he were to slip his hand into your pantes, he'd find you soaking.

When he finally pulls back to allow you a ragged breath, a thin, glistening string of saliva momentarily connects your lips before it breaks. Your lips are puffy and slick, your cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He's ruinously handsome in the dim lighting, his hair a mess from your frantic hands and his mouth wet. You watch him, breathless and aching while he just watches you with that dark, focused way of his, looking perfectly pleased with how much of a mess he's made of you.

You lean back in, desperate to lose yourself in him, desperate to feel his mouth on yours, but his hand moves faster than your clouded mind can track. His long fingers fan out across your jaw, firm and unyielding, stopping you just inches from his mouth. You let out a quiet gasp of surprise, but then he's tilting your head from side to side, his eyes fixated on your lips like he's admiring a particularly interesting piece of art.

"Patience, Kitten." He rasps.

You don't listen. You want him too badly. You try and close the distance once more, earning a teasing huff from him.

"Sylus, please..." You whimper.

"I'm not done looking at you yet." He tells you. The denial has another broken, frustrated whine leaving your lips. You can't believe his audacity, though you consider yourself lucky at the same time. He could have pushed you off his lap, really made you work for him, but he didn't. He's kept you there, and now that he isn't holding your hips so tightly, you take the opening while you still have it.

You roll your hips right into him, the layers of clothing between you two muting the feeling of his cock against you. You don't care. It's good enough for now. You want to see his composure to crack, to feel him lose his breath the way you've lost yours.

But Sylus is not a man who easily gives up control. If anything, your bold display amuses him. Still, the hand on your hip tightens, his thumb hooking into the waistband of your jeans as he grinds back slow and steady. This steals the air right out of your lungs in a pathetic little moan as he guides your rhythm, his hand dictating exactly how and when you move against him.

"Look at you." He murmurs, leaning in to brush his damp lips against the corner of your mouth. "So eager to skip to the end, kitten. And here I thought you were enjoying yourself."

He's mocking you, and you're well aware of it. Usually you'd snap back with some sharp comment, maybe tell him to mind his damn business, but for right now, you don't care. You like it. You like knowing that he knows what he does to you.

But even so, you're done waiting.

"I would enjoy it more if you took my pants off."

This makes Sylus pause. His eyes flick down to the denim hugging your thighs before he meets your gaze once more, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. He's well aware of what you want, but he can't help wanting to tease you a bit. He likes the anticipation.

"I know." He responds as he trails his mouth down your cheek, along your neck, nipping and sucking little bruises onto your skin as if he's perfectly content to do it all day.

Little shit.

"You are such a fucking tease." You whine even as you tilt your head for him. Even as you arch into him. Even as you continue to rub yourself against the bulge in his pants. You wonder if he's going to make you wait all day after all. Just the thought has your pussy clenching around nothing.

But Sylus relents. His hands easily maneuver you in his lap as he gives a sharp tug at your waistband, yanking the denim down your thighs. Within seconds, your jeans are tossed to the floor, his thumb pressed against your aching clit through the thin layer of your slick panties. He's slow as he drags his thumb against you, watching the way your hips twitch, listening to the quiet moans that escape you.

His free hand moves to his own pants, unzipping the leather until he can shove it down his legs and free his cock. He's so hard it physically hurts, precum smeared all along the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn't give you the chance to reach for him. He guides your hips, positioning you just above him before his fingers tug your damp panties to the side.

"This what you wanted, kitten?" He asks, smug as ever. Then he's guiding you down onto him, his fat cock instantly stretching your cunt exactly the way you love. Your velvety walls clench around him, coaxing him deeper, begging for more until the tip is kissing your cervix.

You shudder against him your hands tugging at his hair. You feel so deliciously full, all you can focus on is the way he guides your hips, the wet sound of skin on skin each time he thrusts up into you. It's obscene, the way he fucks you right in the middle of his lounge, but you don't care. You just want more.

One hand shifts away from your hips, dipping behind you only to smack against your ass. The sharp crack echoes in the room, punctuated only by the brutal, wet glide of skin on skin. Your hands grasp weakly at his shirt, incoherent moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips before you can bite them back.

Each thrust is deep, meant to drive the air from your lungs and leave you wondering where you end and he begins. A tell-tale sign of how his composure was barely hanging on. Crack. He smacks your ass again, squeezing the supple flesh before he shifts to the other side.

Crack. Crack-crack-crack.

You writhe on top of him, seeking more of him even while you feel the heat of the sting blooming across your skin. You wonder if he'll leave a nice handprint on your ass if you ask him. You wonder if he already has.

"You want me to cum in this pretty little pussy?" He asks you suddenly, his voice a low, ruined rasp as he squeezes your hips, his movements more deliberate as he guides you down on his cock over and over again. You mumble a response, try to tell him you obviously don't want him to pull out, but it's swallowed by your moans.

So instead, you clamp onto him, honeyed walls squeezing him like a vice. He responds by finding your swollen clit once more, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves until you're falling apart around him. A choked cry leaves your lips, high-pitched and desperate as you squirm on his cock. His red eyes never leave your face, watching intently as you cum around him.

He follows a minute later with a ragged groan, his hands squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises later. His hips stutter underneath you as he pulls you flush against him, rocking into you like he's trying to ensure his cum remains deep inside your cunt.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is your frantic, broken breathing as you both try to come down from the high. You collapse onto him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around you. He holds you so gently like he's scared you might disappear at any moment, a stark difference from the way he'd just been slamming into your cervix.

His thumbs rub small, soothing circles into your lower back as he tilts his head against the back of the velvet chair, a smug sort of pride flashing across his features as he feels you trembling against him.

"You're a mess." He says, his voice low in your ear, an amused huff following soon after. "But stay right here, sweetie. I've got you."

[fushiguava]

۶ৎ meanie sylus never lets you top !

sylus never lets you top. not because he’s scared you’ll do a bad job. because he knows you’ll do too fucking well.

he’s a control freak. a snob. a bastard about it. he likes making you cry with your own pleasure, likes saying shit like “that’s it, sweetheart, use that brain for moaning instead,” while he’s got you bent over the desk he does diagnostics on.

he calls you greedy for asking and desperate for dripping, and then he lets you do both anyway, slow and mean, until you’re sobbing into the pillow and he’s wiping his cock on your thigh.

so when you ask—sweet as you can, pretty little “can i ride it?” like it’s innocent, like it’s not a death sentence—he just scoffs.

“you?” deadpan. flat. biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “you’d break in thirty seconds.”

you pout. he raises one brow.

“oh, please. you’d get on top and cry the second you sat down. i know you.”

you tell him fine. you dare him. and for some reason—maybe he’s tired, maybe he’s cocky, maybe he wants to watch you try and fail—he says yes. big mistake.

because you don’t just sit. and that’s where he fucks up.

because you don’t flinch. don’t squirm. don’t stall out like he’s always expected you to. you just climb into his lap like you’ve done it a hundred times, like you haven’t been dreaming about it with your hand between your thighs for weeks, like the wet spot on your panties hasn’t already mapped out every single bounce you plan to take.

you brace on his chest. guide him in slow.

and when the tip catches—you don’t pause, don’t gasp, don’t even blink. you sink down in one slow, syrupy motion, hiss out a breath through your teeth, and say, perfectly calm, “huh. thought it’d hurt more.”

his hand spasms. he looks up at you like you’ve cursed him.

you smile. “you good, baby?”

“don’t—” he says, voice already raw. “don’t call me that.”

“why not?” you lean forward, hips grinding, slick soaking his thighs. “you’re letting me ride it, aren’t you? isn’t that what good boys do?”

he twitches. cock jumps. his fingers dig into your waist like he wants to ruin you just to win a single round, but it’s too late. he’s already losing. he’s already so fucking deep it should be criminal, and you’re still rolling your hips in lazy little circles like you’ve got all the time in the world and nothing to prove.

“fucking—stop—”

“why?” you murmur, syrup-sweet. “scared i’ll make you cum?”

he’s panting now, red creeping up his throat. he looks furious. he looks gorgeous. he looks like he’s seconds away from breaking—so you bounce. once.

and he chokes. “fuck—”

“what was that?” you tease. “you like that?”

you bounce again. slow. drawn out. and his mouth drops open. hands flying to your hips. not to stop you—oh no. just to feel it. just to hold on.

you’re ruining him. you know it. he knows it. god probably knows it.

he’s trying to glare but his eyes are glassy and his jaw is slack and his brows are pinched like he’s trying not to moan, trying not to admit that you were right and he was wrong and you’re better at this than he is.

and you are. you are. you grind again, clench down mean, and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth just as you feel him throb.

“fuck—fuck—i’m gonna—”

“cum.”

“don’t—” he gasps. “don’t say that, i’m—”

“cum for me,” you whisper, and you swear to god he whimpers, full-body shudder, hips jerking once before he gives in, before he breaks wide open and spills himself inside you in hot, shaking pulses, cock twitching so hard you feel it in your ribs.

he pants. moans. melts beneath you like he’s been dismantled from the spine out. you don’t move. you stay seated. leaking. still smug. and you stroke his hair once, real gentle, just to twist the knife.

“thirty seconds, huh?” you murmur. he doesn’t answer. because he can’t.

[goddamn-it-girl]

I personally think sylus letting us ride him first before manhandling is an act of care.

[debryss]

[notmedicli]

sylus loves when you play husband & wife — mdni

there’s something about being called your husband that sends sylus completely, utterly feral. he already knows you’re perfect for each other—knows you’re a match made in hell heaven, knows you’re the only woman alive who could ever be his. but hearing it out loud? hearing complete strangers look at the two of you and sigh, “you’re a match made in heaven,” “you’re perfect for each other”?

it does something to him—something dangerous.

because validation like that makes him want to prove it—show you just how perfect the two of you really are. show you that your bodies were made to fit, to lock together, to claim and be claimed. that you were meant to be husband and wife, bound to each other for all eternity.

“my dearest wife,” he grunts, thick cock dragging against your warm, velvet walls as he pistons into you. “look at us, look at how we fit together.”

he has one hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your gaze toward the mirror as he fucks into you from behind. and god, the reflection staring back at you is obscene—your flushed face, his broad chest pressed to your back, the way your bodies move together like they were carved to fit. his other hand slides down, spreading over your stomach, pressing firmly so you can feel just how deep his cock is inside you. the pressure rips broken, garbled moans from your throat.

his calloused fingers trail lower, finding your overstimulated clit and rubbing it with slow, devastating precision. it takes every shred of strength not to scream—because you both know you can’t be caught in this room he dragged you into, not with the party still buzzing right outside the door.

“s-sy…lus!” you gasp as his cock continues to pummel in and out of you ruthlessly. “we’ll be cau—ah, fuck!”

“don’t you worry about that, my wife.” he murmurs, lips pressed to your ear as he stares at you through the reflection of the mirror. “tell me, beloved. did playing as my wife make you this wet? or was it something else?”

your eyes roll back, breaking contact with him, but he won’t allow it. his hand gently squeezes at your throat while his other palm digs into your abdomen. “look at me, sweetheart.” he says softly but there’s an edge of darkness that demands you to comply.

you use the last bit of your power to crack your eyes open and meet his—those dark, glowing crimson eyes staring you down like he’s devouring every inch of you.

“good girl,” he coos, voice soft enough to melt you, but the praise makes you clench around him so hard he groans. “now tell me—do you like being my wife?”

sylus tilts his hips and then drives into you so sharply you have to clamp onto his forearms just to keep from keeling over.

“oh—!” your mouth drops open in a broken moan as he pounds against your cervix again and again, each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. “yes! i lo-love being your wife—‘m your wife, ‘m your wife!”

he groans throatily at the declaration, his entire body shudders, cock twitching inside of you. “i-if you’re my wife—hah, shit—then what am i to you, hmm?”

“m-my husband—you’re, fuck, you’re my husband!” you cry out, the words tumbling from your throat as your orgasm coils tight and vicious inside you. sylus’s fingers speed up, circling your clit with ruthless precision, and it’s all it takes for you to be thrown over the edge. your vision blurs, your body locks up around him as you fall headfirst into your climax.

and sylus… sylus isn’t far behind. the second he hears you call him “husband,” his whole body jolts like you’ve shocked him. his cock swells, pulses, and then he buries himself as deep as he physically can, spilling hot, heavy ropes of cum inside you. his moans are low and raw and broken as they vibrate against your skin, each ribbon of cum—each moan that comes out of his throat warms you all the way to your core.

he holds you close to him as the both of you ride out your orgasms. when your breathing finally slows, he leans in, presses his lips to your burning ear, and whispers something meant only for you.

“i’m going to make you my wife.”

kit says… i wrote this while in heat after watching sylus’s myth event story which is why it’s loosely based off that teehee. thank u j ( @thewrldx ) for reading this over <3

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[piixsuke]

TONGUE DOMAIN ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pairing: XAVIER, RAFAYEL, SYLUS, ZAYNE & CALEB — how the lads men would make out with you for the first time.

XAVIER

‘is it true?’

‘what?’ your breath hitches right in your lungs, as xavier’s gentle hold lands right over your wounded thigh.

‘what jeremiah said’

your eyes slam shut, as he applies a little medical oil over your bleeding cut.

‘h-huh?’ you tremble, letting the burning sensation set your skin on fire.

‘were you crying for me’ kneeling in front of you, he bandages your cut with some gauze. ‘when i left you’

‘you didn’t leave me’ gritting your teeth, you let your head fall to your shoulder finally leaning against something. ‘you were called away’

‘still’ squeezing the soft skin of your calf in between his fingers, he looks up at you, eyes full of regret. ‘i left you’

scoffing, you open your eyes. readjusting your skirt over your pulsing wound, now all covered up.

‘you’re the prince of philos, xavier’ tracing the outline of the thick gauze with the pad of your finger, you let your hair fall messily over your shoulders. ‘you have other priorities’

‘nothing compares to you’ he whispers, in too low of a tone for you to actually hear him.

‘plus’ flickering xavier’s forehead with your fingers, you softly grin at him. ‘i don’t need your aid’

‘oh, yeah?’ he asks, falling deep into your trap as he plays along.

‘mh’ you hum, letting your hands rest against his shoulders. tickling his neck as you attentively trace the intricate design of his royal uniform.

xavier smirks, as the pressure from you hands finally lends over his body. he lets you push him to ground, as he gracefully weakens your fall with his body.

‘i’m stronger than you’ unknowingly, you let his hands guide the back of your thighs over his body.

‘is that why’ protecting your injured flesh with his hand, he adjust your position over him - finally letting you sit down over his hidden hard on. ‘i’m always beating you?’

nodding, you look down at him using his leaned chest as your support.

‘i’m teaching you’ you hum happily, leaning your body even deeper into xavier’s. ‘letting the weaker win, is merciful’

you giggle, inching your head down. burying your face in the crook of his neck, you sense his hands tightly claps around your clothed hips.

‘and as a prince’ he inaudibly gasps in your face. the close proximity making his head spin dangerously fast, as he just gets lost in your scent. ‘you should really live by this’

drifting away from the depth of his neck, you flicker his forehead again, smiling down at him as you get lost in his blue eyes.

leaving your hips with his hands, he slides them down towards your exposed tight. without even thinking he squeezes your soft skin in his hands, making you wince as your face scrunches up in pain.

‘shit’ heart thumping like a drum against his chest, he looks up at you, his puppy dog eyes painfully aware of the pain he caused you. ‘i’m so sorry - did i hurt …’

laughing, you pin his arms at either side of his face. sticking your tongue out at him, you look down at him lingering your gaze over his full lips - watching as they curve into a mischievous smile.

‘got ya’

gloating and victoriously arching into his body, you gasp as xavier spins you around - locking your back against the hard pavement.

‘lemme teach you something for a change, yeah?’ scooting the back of your un-injured thigh in his hand, he inches it upwards, making it lock tightly around his waist.

you part your lips in a silent moan, gulping down a stubborn glob of saliva.

‘the prince’ grazing his lips over yours, he intakes a quick breath, swiftly kissing your bottom lip with his - too eager to wait. ‘doesn’t like to be teased’

‘xavie’

his dick jumps at the nickname, loving every second of that candied word leaving your soft lips.

guiding one of your hands into his locks, he strangles yours finger with his - urging you to pull onto his hair.

‘fuck’ he moans, desperately diving into your lips.

sliding the tip of his tongue against the plush of your lip, he begs for permission to just slip inside. whimpering, you open your mouth, finally granting him permission.

moving his body over yours, he feels his elbows graze dangerously close at your injured leg. so, in a swift movement he withdraws from your lips, smirking at your little cries of protest.

‘i don’t wanna hurt you angel’ he speaks, pampering your lips with chaste little kisses. ‘lay your leg over my back’

‘done’ obliging his command, you eagerly pull his head back to yours again. moaning as his tongue deepens into your mouth for the second time today.

grunting over your lips, he moves his mouth painfully slow against yours. making your body and mind ache for him, as he shamelessly teases you till tears.

‘ahem, ahem’

your body stilled under him, reddening face shooting up to look at the intruder.

‘professor’ xavier’s monotone tone hits your ears, as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

‘prince, you can’t just…’ too embarrassed to even listen to his scolding you tune him out of your mind. keeping your focus on xavier’s light breathing, warm and comforting as it caresses your face.

‘tut-tut stay with me a little while longer’ he whispers, tauntingly leaning his face near your ear. discreetly tangling his lips over your lobe, he pushes down on it, making a chill run down your spine.

‘lesson’s not quite over yet’

RAFAYEL

‘you cant just hide’ you whisper-yell at him, feeling his torso press more vigorously against your body.

‘shhh’

rafayel presses a gentle hand over your mouth, pleading with his eyes for you to stay silent. rolling your eyes you oblige, listening to thomas’s heavy footsteps right outside the storage closet.

‘rafayel!’ thomas shouts, scoffing and panting. ‘i’m not being paid enough for this’

thomas resumes running around the big museum, shouting and screaming his artist’s name at the top of his lungs.

rafayel snickers, letting his hand drift away from your lips.

‘that was mean’ you huff, readjusting your light cocktail dress over your legs.

‘whaaaat?’ he gasps, dramatically clinging his hand over his covered heart. ‘he’s mean!’

shaking your head, you reach for the door handle.

‘no!’ he screams, caging your wrist in his strong hold. ‘not yet’

groaning out in frustration, you look up at him, feeling your heels dig deep cuts against your feet as you stand still in that microscopic space.

‘you’re kidding’ bitterly laughing you pinch the bridge of your nose in between your fingers. ‘this is ridiculous’

‘c’mon’ you tug at his exposed forearm ‘my feet hurts, let’s get – augh!’

in a swift motion, rafayel picks your body up in his arms. using the back of your thighs as leverage, he made your body jolt up. sending your back straight against the wall, as your legs tightly lock around his waist.

‘problem solved!’ he sings sons in your ear. ‘now stay’

widening your eyes in shock, you furrow your brows letting your face scrunch up in a defeated expression. cupping his face with your fingers, you guide his head to yours.

‘what’s going on?’

‘nothing!’ he pouts, tightening his grip over your body.

‘then let me out!’

shaking his head ‘no’, he sticks his tongue out at you.

‘i’ll scream’ you threaten him.

‘you wouldn’t’

pointing a menacing finger at his face, you smile.

‘try me’

rafayel eyes shift between you and the door for what feels like an eternity. then, he audibly sighs, defeated by your bluff.

‘thomas wants me to sell a painting’

‘so?’ you ask, growing more and more irritated at every ‘tick’ of the clock. ‘it’s your exhibition - you’re supposed to sell’

his expression suddenly softens. his bratty eyes, now full of embarrassment and vulnerability, as his cheeks reddens softly under the bright light.

‘i don’t wanna sell that one’

‘why?’ barely audible, your voice comes out in a whisper.

‘i did it for you’

huh?

‘you’re in every stroke of my brush’ softly he hides his face into the crook of your neck. ‘every shadow’

‘every color’ brushing his nose against your carotid artery, he exhales heavily - synchronizing his breathing with yours.

gliding his hands over your body he circles your waist with his arm, pushing your body even closer to his, as he strangles you in a deep embrace.

‘every drip of water that stained the canvas’ he breaths you in, letting his lips brush against your thumping heart. ‘i don’t want anyone having that’

withdrawing his face from the depth of your neck, he inches closer to your face. resting his forehead against yours, as his hand cups the back of your head - preventing you from ever touching the wall.

‘i don’t want another man, having that’

‘rafie’

stealing the breath right out of your lungs, rafayel kisses you. deep, passionate and raw. he lets his every emotion for you flow steadily into the kiss, lullabying you with his sweet pace as he coddles your neck.

‘i’m sorry’ he murmurs over your lips. panting heavily, loathing every second he’s away from your flesh. ‘is this okay?’

‘mh’ you hum.

smiling, he lets you guide his face back to yours.

moaning he lets his tongue glide over yours, ever so gently, loving the way you run towards him every time he threatens to leave you.

securing his arm around your waist, he strokes your hips gently, circling and pressing down onto your skin - making your sentiva flesh erupts in chills right under his touch.

‘you keep chasing me’ he feebly laughs into your mouth.

‘i’ll stop if you keep runnin’

suddenly he whines - his whole demeanor changing right in front of your very eyes.

mouth dangerously wide, as his tongue sloppily tangles with yours. moving together like they belong, like they knew each other from another life entirely.

moaning into the kiss, you sense his mouth almost swallows yours greedily. biting and sucking at your bottom lip, like he never wants to let you go.

‘we should - umhp’ running towards your lips, he moans around your mouth. ‘talk to thom - ah’

‘he can’t do shit without my signature’ talking like he’s late for something, he dives back in. not even breathing as he chases your lips with his.

‘jus’ kiss me back sum more, yeah?’ he pants, gently tangling a hand over your hair. ‘i’ll deal with the rest later’

SYLUS

‘thank you again’ shifting into first gear, he shuts the enginge off. ‘for being my plus one tonight’

waving away his remark, you unbuckle your seatbelt, freeing your body as you stretch lightly over his leathered seats.

‘it was actually really fun’

‘fun?’ he furrows his brows, scratching his newly shaved chin with his fingers. ‘how so?’

‘i donnu’ you laugh, smelling the pungent odor of the fancy pinot you sipped all night, dance through the air. ‘seeing this whole new side of you’

‘mr. bossman’

he laughs, inching his head back against the headrest.

you just watch him. following with your eyes, his prominent adam’s apple and the way it gently bobs up and down - following obediently the vibrations of his laughter.

‘fucking bossman’ brushing a hand through his silver locks, he leans his head to the side looking at you.

‘whaaat’ almost grinding into the seat, you twist your body. resting your right side against the seat, as you cross you legs together, facing him. ‘it’s your role, isn’t it?’

you tease him, loving the way he just smirks as his tongue pushes its way against his cheek.

‘big scary onychinus boss’ you laugh again, running a finger through your hair, as you gently push them over your back. ‘oooh’

‘scary, huh?’ tucking a stray curl behind your ear, he grins. tracing the shell of your ear with his digits, as he inches his face closer to yours. ‘you think i’m scary kitten?’

you shake your head, feeling his palm press softly over your cheek as you move.

‘i don’t’ you whisper, following his exposed clavicles as your heart thumps loudly in your ears. ‘but people do’

‘oh?’ raising a question eyebrow, he sings songs his surprise.

‘they respect you’ you exhale heavily, feeling his large hand slide down your face. ‘they almost worship you’

inaudibly whimpering you let his thumb press softly over your neck, sensing your breathing weakens just enough to make your pussy throb against his touch.

‘they fear whatever you are’ sylus bites his lip harshly at your praises. watching you with a painful hard on, as you tremble under his feathered light touch. ‘they fear what you represent’

‘yeah?’ he taunts. his fingers gliding over your skin, as he cups the back of your neck. pushing your head closer to his. ‘and what would that be?’

‘power’ you slowly breath out.

‘you’re unbeatable sylus’ grinning, you brush your lips over his. letting his soft flesh feel yours at every drag of your words. ‘for now’

‘uh’ he whistles. gripping your hips with his hands, he guides you over the console. letting your ass fall softly against his parted thighs, you straddle him burying your hands into his hair.

‘scratch me again kitten’ gliding his thumb over your lips, he watches you as you open your mouth gently ready to take him in. ‘i can take it’

smiling, he switches his thumb with his lips. clashing in a desperate swing his skin against yours.

he growls, sending vibrations straight to your core, as soon as his tongue slithers against yours. he lets you take the lead, loving the way you just know what he wants.

one of his hand squeezes in a murderous grip one of your ass cheeks. from time to time following the soft curvature of your arch, as he traces the outline of your faint g-string.

the other is buried deep into your hair. massaging and guiding your face closer to him - loathing the moment he’ll lose you to some futile air in your lungs.

‘sy…’ you cry out, panting like a strained beast. ‘baby’

his dick jumps at the pet name, making sylus even more desperate for you and everything you’re willing to offer him.

‘fuck, kitten’ he dives back in, drooling a little against your mouth. ‘take my air, yeah?’

sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he moans feeling your lips in a desperate search for his.

‘i don’t need it’ he pants, letting you feed on his parted mouth. ‘i don’t want it’

abusing your swollen lips with his, he smiles sensing your flesh pulse right over his.

‘it’s you’ he says, making you desperately run towards his mouth as he withdraws it to talk. ‘i jus’ need you’

CALEB

‘shittiest movie i’ve ever seen’

combing a hand trough your hair, you scoff, throwing both of your tickets in the nearest thrash bin.

gripping his shoulder with one hand, you solemnly look at him, resting your other hand over your heart.

‘thank fuck you paid’ shaking your head, you snicker under your breath.

‘mh’ he hums, laughing softly as he looks at your smiling face. ‘say what you want, pips’

‘oh’ you groan, drifting away from his body. laying your back flat, against the side of his car, you cross your arms over your chest. ‘you’re no fun’

he flickers your forehead, sticking his tongue out at you.

‘i’m unbreakable’ resting a feathered like touch over your hip, he smirks, winking at you with a smug expression plastered all over his face. ‘you can’t tease me’

‘you’re right’ you exhale, faking defeat.

sliding your hands over his exposed biceps, you softly caress his skin, making his breath falters aggressively in surprise. planting your fingers over the back of his neck, you play with his short brown hair, tangling your digits in the depth of his scalp.

feebly opening your legs, you pull his body into yours, letting his torso grind against your breast - gently feeling your nipples hardens to life.

‘what are doing?’ he asks, voice strained and pained as he dreadfully restrains himself from ever going too far.

‘mh’ nuzzling your nose over his cheek, you shrug your shoulders innocently. ‘nothing gege’

biting down gently on his jaw, you feel your body ignites with lust as he strangles your hips with his hands. gasping and inaudibly moaning into your neck, as you play with him.

‘you can’t be teased’ tracing the outline of his adam’s apple, you lay two fingers on his thumping heartbeat. ‘remember?’

he growls huskily, feeling your lips graze softly over the shell of his ear.

‘you’re having fun?’ caleb sends your back flat against his car. taking a step towards you, he steps inside you parted legs.

you giggle, withdrawing your face from his neck. looking up at him, you nod, resting your palms over the hard flesh of his toned pecks.

‘hugging you is always fun’

he ‘tch’ his tongue harshly against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head as he looks up at you through his brows.

‘uh-uh, i bet’ lowering his head to yours, he faintly glides his parted lips over your exposed neck.

‘but’ following the outline of your face, he pampers your skin with little ghost kisses. ‘ i don’t think hugging me, is all you wanna do’

stopping right besides your lips, he smiles. cupping the back of your head with his hand, as he nuzzles his nose over your cheek - copying your every little move.

‘am i right baby?’

‘who knows’ you shrug, tangling your arms behind his neck.

‘then, i’ll test my theory out’ smiling right over your mouth, he breaths a heavy breath out. ‘if you don’t mind’

humming, you sense his lips finally rest over yours, making your eyes faintly roll in the back of your head.

slowly dragging your lips with his, he slithers his tongue around your mouth. teasing and dragging yours around, as you greedily chase after him.

‘caleb’ you pull on his hair, making his smile only enlarge as he shushes you with his mouth.

‘jus’ lemme play a bit’ sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he groans hearing your little whimper as he drifts away from you once again. ‘be good’

opening his mouth, he finally lets his tongue glide over yours. caressing your wet flesh with his, as his lips hovers over yours, devouring your face in a heated kiss.

‘was it worth it’ he asks, gliding his thumb over your chin. ‘teasing me’

‘i swear if you pull away from me one more time i’ll - uhmp!’

smirking, he covers your lips with his. sensually guiding your mouth to follow his as he finally makes out with you.

hand deep into your scalp, he guides your face closer, allowing his lips to go even deeper in you - finally exploring what he yearned for.

‘you could’ve just asked’ he taunts in a whisper, cupping the back of your neck in his large hand. ‘i would’ve given it to you’

‘i would’ve begged you’

ZAYNE

‘are quite sure you’re all right?’

the glacial surface of the stethoscope made your breath gently hitch in your throat as it strokes gentle lines across your exposed chest area.

‘sure’ an unexpected rugged moan, left you speechless. cheeks reddening right under his very eyes, you swiftly clear your throat tucking a loose strands of hair behind your ear. ‘i’m fine, thanks’

gliding his stethoscope around your burning flesh, he nods.

‘thanks again for - uh’ intaking a quick breath, you close your eyes shut. shivering under his touch as the icy sensation hugs the plush skin of your breast.

‘did that hurt?’ slightly preoccupied by your sudden reaction, zayne tucks the stethoscope around his neck.

‘no’ you laugh feebly, covering your embarrassed face with your hands. ‘it was just really cold’

‘oh’ relieved, he exhales. shaking his head, he uses the pad of his middle finger to inch higher up his nose his fallen glasses. ‘very well then’

‘at least i know your reflexes are working’

again, you laugh.

lifting your chin upwards, you open your eyes, letting his cold digits glides right under it. cupping it in a delicate manner, he angles your face to him.

‘look at my nose, please’ following his instructions, you let your eyes lock over the small curve of his nose - right where his glasses rest comfortably on his face.

unconsciously stroking your cheek with his thumb, he moves his little flashlight left to right as he examines your neurological response.

‘perfect’ he hums softly, his face almost hovering over yours. ‘keep going f’me, we’re almost done’

your lips part in a soft sigh, as his tone sends shivers down your spine.

‘thank you for being so patient’ a soft ‘click’ lingers in your ears, as the bright light disappear from your eyesight.

you nod. your whole system melting as it falls prisoner of a deep drunken state as his body loiters so close to yours. ‘always’

‘are…’ he sighs heavily, sliding his hand lower onto your body, as he cups the back of your neck in his hold. ‘are you sure you’re fine?’

‘yeah’ you moan, leaning deeper into his touch. ‘why’d you ask?’

your eyelids suddenly feel like cement against your skin. trembling you try to keep them open, as your eyes glides softly over the outline of his full lips.

‘cause you’re looking at me’ zayne’s heart skips a beat as he watches your dazed out expression. half hidden eyes following every curvature of his parted lips as your teeth sink deeply into your bottom lip. ‘like you want something’

‘and’ without listening to his better judgment, he lowers his face to yours. ‘i’m not sure if i can give it to you’

sensing the tip of his nose graze softly against yours, you close your eyes, parting your legs even further apart form him to just slip in.

‘zayne’

almost enchanted by the soft languid tone of your voice, he steps in, closing the distance in between your bodies. foolishly smiling as he feels your legs, slither around his waist - locking him in place.

his lips brush against yours, setting your flesh on fire. graciously he lays little chaste kisses all over your mouth, letting you bathe in the agonizing anticipation.

‘please - uhmp!’

sensually his mouth latches onto yours. his tongue softly hugging yours in a firm yet gentle hold.

his hands travel lovingly over your body. cupping the back of your head, he angles your face to the side, letting his mouth deepens right over yours. flattening his other hand over the small of your back, he sustains your body - letting you just melt against him as your mind hazed away.

‘ah-ah’ your eyes roll back, as soon as you feel soft pressure on your tongue. grinding faintly against his hard on, you let your head fall to your shoulder as zayne keeps leniently sucking on your tongue.

‘this’ he talks suddenly. breath heavy and pink glossy lips totally stealing your attention away from his words. ‘is highly unprofessional’

you nod mindlessly, not even listening as you watch him slowly remove his glasses from his face. letting them dance gently in between his digits as he looks down at you.

your gaze lingers down, over to his hands. large veiny and powerful as they play with the texture of his glasses.

and, oh shit

you can’t help but smile at the erotic scene in front of you. you’re everywhere on him. lips, chin, face and now the imprint of your nose it’s sprawled all over his lenses.

zayne lays his, now, dirty glasses down, on a little table right next to your figure.

inching his hand over your back, he follows your spine - making your back arch right into his torso. he stops when he reaches the start of your hair, tightly wrapped inside a high ponytail.

he tangles his hand around your hair, twisting your locks around his palm and digits. gasping, you feel him push your head back.

‘i do apologize, sweetheart’

with a low growl, he slides his tongue back into your mouth. finally devouring your face as the new angle, gifted his strokes a new founded depth.

lips desperately clinging onto one another, you tauntingly pull onto his hair - making a little whimper slide past his pinkish lips.

again

pulling onto it again, you press your clothed pussy right against his hidden erection.

‘it’s curious’ he breaths out, almost in a whisper over your skin. ‘i’m your doctor’

swiftly kissing your lips, he caresses your skin, releasing them with a faint ‘pop’.

‘i should know better’ kissing the side of your mouth, he pulls on your hair, making you part your lips as you gasp right over his mouth. ‘i’m supposed to cure you’

feebly he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

‘tend at your every wound’ gliding his tongue over his love bite, he soothe your pulsing flesh. ‘but now’

he hugs your body tightly, squishing your torso flat against his chest. again, pulling onto your ponytail, he hovers his face over your lips. speaking over your reddening flesh, he smiles feeling your thumping heartbeat vibrates though his whole body.

‘there’s not a single part of me sane enough to do that’

────୨ৎ────

manifesting a make out sesh cause i’m about to go insane - wait! WHO SAID THAT?!?!

[lvl1l1]

sylus has never pretended to be anything other than a shameless pervert when it comes to you. the moment you’re out of sight, mission, girls’ night, even just a long shower, he’s already reaching for his phone like it’s muscle memory. the “private” folder (named something innocuous like “reports” because he’s not an idiot) is stuffed: sneaky shots from galas where your dress slipped just right, mirror selfies you sent “accidentally” with too much cleavage, blurry candids he took while you were asleep in his bed, hair across your face, lips parted, looking so soft and wrecked from the night before it makes his teeth ache.

he scrolls slow when he’s alone. sprawls on black silk sheets, pants shoved to mid thigh, cock already thick and leaking against his stomach. picks a favourite, usually one where you’re looking straight at the camera, eyes half lidded, that tiny knowing smirk you get when you catch him staring. he wraps his fist around himself, slow drags from base to tip, thumb smearing precome over the head while he stares at your mouth and remembers exactly how it felt wrapped around him last time.

“fuck, kitten,” he mutters to the empty room. hips twitching up into his hand. “look at you… teasing me even when you’re not here.”

he edges for a while, long, punishing strokes that make his abs flex and his breath hitch until he’s dripping steadily, balls tight, thighs shaking. that’s when he hits record.

the video starts with his low, wrecked chuckle. camera angled down so you get the full view: his big hand wrapped around his flushed cock, veins standing out, slick shining in the low light. his slow pumps. he groans your name like a curse, long and drawn out, then tilts the phone so you can see his face too: red eyes dark and glassy, silver hair falling into them, lips parted on a ragged breath.

“this is what you do to me,” he rasps. voice velvet gravel. “just thinking about that little black dress you wore last week. the way your thighs looked when you crossed them. fuck- i’m so hard it hurts, baby. wish you were here to sit on it. ride me slow until i’m begging.”

he speeds up. wet sounds fill the audio, it’s obscene, slick, the sound unmistakable. his head tips back, throat exposed, a bead of sweat tracks down his neck.

“gonna come thinking about filling you up again,” he growls. “gonna paint your pretty cunt with it. mark you so deep you feel me for days. fuck- look what you turned me into. a fucking mess. all because of you.”

he comes hard, back arching, low guttural groan ripping out of him, thick ropes spilling over his fist, dripping down his knuckles, streaking his abs. he milks it out slowly, every last pulse, camera catching the way his cock twitches and leaks even after. heavy breathing. then he brings the phone closer. smirks lazily through the haze.

“miss you, kitten,” he murmurs. voice wrecked but soft now. “come home soon. or i’ll have to send another one. and the next one won’t be as polite.”

sends it, not even a second of hesitation, then he flops back, chest heaving, cock still half hard against his thigh.

ten seconds later his phone buzzes with your reply.

his grin is feral, already reaching for it again.