â ď¸ WARNINGS: masturbation, dirty fantasies and thoughts, pervert behaviour, down bad Satoru, submissive Gojo, no actual smut (smut in part 3), very suggestive, NSFW, virgin Gojo who is severely downbad for reader. fluffff. sub gojo
A little bit of Geto x reader
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
geek!gojo who is entirely obsessed with anime, video games, and whatever weird shit he can find on the internet. He can play boring simple games but they are nothing compared to the ones with heavy lore. Is it weird he is also obsessed with the lore behind all of these games? How the games were founded, what they mean, the creators themself, why was it made and the depth of every character.
whenever he found something new and intresting it will take over his entire personality.
geek!gojo would know weird facts about the creators of his intrests too. Like who bothered to find out or who even cares to find out that one of the creators of animal crossings birthday is April 7th? If you ever had a birthday that was the same as one of them he is IMMEDIATELY informing you.
geek!gojo who rambles to Geto about fortnite lore and any other lore he needs to tell someone, no one else cares to listen to him. Hell even Geto don't give a fuck but listens anyways (his ass is NOT listening and Gojo knows that).
geek!gojo who is in college and is a known loser. Glasses, Dragon Ball Z wallpaper, and a fucking random dinosaur as his phone cover. Trust me, that dinosaur has a lot of lore too that you WILL be informed about if you are anywhere near him.
Hence why no one goes near the guy.
geek!gojo who sees you for the first time, a transfer student. You are so utterly beautiful in his eyes he is already thinking how to ask you out with cheesy pick up lines that refrences his favourite game at the moment.
geek!gojo who seethes with jealousy seeing how easily you fit in with normies, its not like he knew if you had intresting taste, he just gave you his own little headcanon on some things he assumes you will share intrest with him.
annoyed!geto who has to not only hear about Satorus geeky ass topics, but now a girl he has never spoken to being his potential future wife. Sure you were overly pretty, but would you really want a geek like Satoru?
geek!gojo who has been eyeing you for almost a month now, same classes as you but never had the chance to utter a word at you. Instead he sits at the back with Geto, staring daggers at you (his way of rizzing) for not paying attention to him. He is mad how you found yourself in a big popular friendgroup, and seated sooooo far away from him.
geek!gojo who knows YOUR lore. Geto says its creepy but Geto doesn't know anything. Gojo is aware of how many siblings you have, your favorite food, drink, color and everything he could possibly grab by purposely earsdropping on your conversations.
Yet no sign of you sharing geeky intrests with Gojo... oh well, if you really are just an extremely pretty and cute normie, he will just have to teach you about everything he likes one by one!
geek!gojo who gets teased and bullied by the other people in your friendgroup, it was never physical, just constant nagging comments.
"Whats the nerd doing here" they would say, or "Isn't that the guy that has a roblox girlfriend?" He didn't have a roblox girlfriend that was just a rumour! It was just his own Miku avatar they got confused with! He hopes to god you dont believe that rumour! He is single and looking, looking at only you!
YOU who never batted an eye at him when your friends would tease him. It bothered him, not exactly how you would think...
Yes, he would love if you defended him, he would cry tears of joy. He wants that more than anything.
But you wouldn't give him that, the least you could do is join in the teasing. He ached for you to give him any sort of attention. Why were you standing there minding your own business when the rest of your friends are gossiping about him! After all this time do you not care to know about him? Even if it is to laugh about how much of a loser he is?
nerd!gojo who starts trying to find ways for you to notice him. Did you not realise how lately he only wears your favorite color? Look! He is eating your favorite snack!! Don't you want to ask for some? Ask him how much he likes them? Where he bought them? If you want to get some with him? Date him?
tired!geto who constantly bugs Gojo to forget about you, as the two sat in class. The teacher was reading out who gets paired with who for some project. Wait!! This is it!!! The sensei is obviously going to pair you and Gojo, thats how the fanfictions go... right?
geek!gojo whos ears perk up at the sensei calling your name, then swears someone shot him 568 times when he hears the name to go along with it.
"Suguru Geto"
geek!gojo is fuming, this is not how it's supposed to go! What happens if you get too close with Suguru during this two week project?
"Satoru and Sukuna" of course, he has to be paired with your annoying friend. There were even rumours of you two dating! Does this mean he is paired with your maybe secret boyfriend?
geek!gojo who suffered the two weeks of dealing with Sukuna and his friend getting you in all your glory. He would beg for Suguru to ramble on about you. But of course Suguru never gave much information to feed Gojo's curiousity.
geek!gojo who has never had pussy in his life. Actually, he was never one to think about girls that much. His games were far more important, and catching up on the authors life from his favourite underground manga sounded better than dreaming about girls.
But damn his mind never forgets to think about how cute and sexy you look everyday.
You come in every day with a skirt, he thanks the heavens when it looks a little shorter then the last time he saw you. When you wear baggy shirts and hoodies is allows him to fully visualise how you would look in his, and that just aches his cock...
The days you wear knee high socks its like you decided to gift him with life, blessing him, giving him a reason to come into college, reason to live. Don't get him started on the days you wear slightly revealing tops, or extremely tight ones.
Hell when you wear a baggy shirt that shows your shoulder he is fucking losing it, mumbling under his breath about how much he wants to lick and bite your exposed skin. He can see your bra strap and its driving him critically insane, why does he act like such a loser virgin teen. Well, he is two of those things.
geek!gojo who has all the compliments in the world to give you when he sees you walk through the doors, sitting far away infront of the class with your lame friends. But he cant bring himself to utter a word to you, how dare he be the first to speak to you, a lowly thing like him.
geek!gojo who is ripping his hair out at the back of the class, as much as he loves your laugh and giggles, it poisons his heart knowing they are all towards... Nanami? What the fuck! You even started speaking to Nanami before him!! Did you really look down on him, to the point you would neither pay positive or negative attention to him?
Oh well... because geek!gojo has many fantasies of you in his head, curing him from the loss of your attention and touch. Sure, his thoughts of you spiral in his head whilst in your presence and he can't contain himself nor his constant boners in class from the sight of you. But once he is all alone in his dorm room he can finally releif himself from his dirty thoughts.
Hand on dick, biting down on his lips, pants discarded.
geek!gojo was never one to masturbate that much, the sensation from how he used to do it before you to now is totally new and much better and sensitive because he actually had someone in mind, someone who deserved to be the one to make Gojo feel like this. So whiny, so needy, so.. submissive...
"ah- pleaseee let me come"
"ahh! ngh i need it baby"
He begs as if your there, the one toying with him. His hand is fast and he is getting more desperate. He cums quick by visualising your soft lips, nice smelling hair and wide innocent eyes.
Fuck. He was in deep...
What would you be like in bed? Submissive? would you be shy when he enters you or would you shout at him for taking so long? Would you be more dominant? Order him around, straddle his face and crotch. Tell him to be good for you for a treat? Bark Beg for you? Oh and now he's hard again...
consultant!geto who tells Gojo to
"start giving up, seriously. I dont want to see you hurt Satoru"
Is Suguru right? Gojo asks himself...
Maybe... he should try to stop... thinking about you so much... you're out of his league anyways and you've made it clear you want nothing to do with him. Gojo can take a hint, right?
geek!gojo who is sprawled on his bed again the same night, hand moving in a fast pace, moaning and screaming for you in pleasure. He misses you despite never getting to be around you. He needed you so bad.
geek!gojo who is panicked in class. Not only is Suguru off sick, making him alone, but you weren't in today. What was the point of him coming in? What was the point of him practicing how to talk to you infront of his mirror like he does everyday before college?
His heart is tainted, looking at your friend group bunched around together but your seat staying empty.
The lights in the class dimmed, a short film the sensei is playing about some aspect of human biology. Whatever, he wasn't one to study much or pay attention, he thinks as he carelessly pulls out tetris. Around seven minutes go by and right beside him the door opens. Gojo's seat is right by the entrance of the door, so he got a good view of you walking in, out of breath, tight top, knee high socks and messy hair.
Apologies to your teacher were said, the sensei dismissing your poor sense of time as you were usually never late. Gojo is extremely curious on why you were late, wants to question you like an insecure clingy boyfriend.
"Its fine, just quickly find a seat and dont interrupt the film" The teacher says to you as your eyes scanned the room for an available seat. Walking to your usual seat would be a nuisance... you would have to embarrassingly walk in front of everyone and interupt the film again, and Sukuna was near your seat, you dread to sit next to that weirdo.
geek!gojo who is ultimately curious at the sound of Sugurus chair being pulled back, and someone else taking it.
"Is Geto in today?" you ask quietly. You were staring... right... at him... Gojo was silent, still staring. Your first words ever to him. Even if it is about Geto, you spoke to him. That's all he cared for in the moment. It took him 13 seconds to respond to your question by shaking his head 'no'. You looked at him awkwardly, obviously you were weirded out by him being so... dumb? silent? lost? out of it?
He can barely function in your presence, and your words and your lingering eyes and your attention.
He finally gets what he has been wanting for ages but hes being all shy and weird about it, you were probably regretting your decision of sitting by him.
But geek!gojo was jumping and frolicking in joy in his head. YOU were sitting right beside him. You looked in his eyes, talked to him (even if he didn't say anything back) and is sitting by him for the rest of the film. He hops to god this film would never end.
"You are fine with me sitting here, right?"
you whisper again, eyes glues to his face, worried if Gojo is annoyed by you and thought you were overstepping his boundaries. This time he nodded his head 'yes' a little too fast, scared if he was hesitant you would leave. You gave him a quick smile before turning all your attention to the film. You smiled at him?! His fingers are already fidgeting with the desk, his tetris long and forgotten about.
its been about 4 minutes and geek!gojo wont stop geeking. He smiles to himself, leg bouncing up and down. His poor heart can't handle this.
He can tell you were bored out of your mind, he watched you pull out a peice of paper from your bag and start to... doodle?
He feels like a fake fan for finding out so late that drawing is one of your hobbies.
He desperately needs to see and praise every art work you've ever made, his eyes continously peek at your paper.
geek!gojo who immediately recognises the characters you drew. Kirby? Six from the game my little nightmares? Hello kitty doodles and stars everywhere. His heart melts, he loves your little style and finding out you share a few intrests of his make his heart bounce everywhere in his body. He is afraid he cant control his racing heart and only you can catch it.
"kirby" he says. It's all he says to you.
You two share an awkward silence, but Gojo can't back down now.
"Sorry i uhm i uh- i uhh" he stutters, he cant make the decision to look straight into your eyes or his fidgeting hands "uh i also like kirby. Although, i wouldn't grant kirby to be my favourite character from the kirby games, he is infact a good main character and i hold no dislike for him but i do find meta knight to be a much better character. Not for the main character lead, just in general, meta knight has a very intresting, cool character design and i find him to balance out the game correctly and appropriately. I think meta knights introduction to the game definitely holds-" He was interrupted by a giggle by you, your smile wider than ever. Hell, he never knew you could smile like that, all it does is make his hear flutter and face flustered. He got to be the reason you're giggling and smiling at him like that?
"I agree meta knight is awesome, although, i personally like waddle dee the most. His character design may be simple but i still-" Hearing you ramble on not only surprised him, but made him happier than ever. This entire time you truely was his dream girl? His headcanons about you were canon.
geek!gojo who got to talk to you for the rest of the lesson, quietly of course. You two talked about things you shared intrest in, and he talked about stuff he likes that you've never heard of. He loved how you would question stuff about his intrest, showed intrest in what he was talking about and actually listen to him. You cared for what he had to say about his useless stuff.
geek!gojo who paid attention to everything you say. When you hit him with a fun fact about something he already knows and thinks its bare minimum knowledge for real fan, he is acting like itâs all new to him. You talked about topics he never really knew of too, every word spoken by you made him fall for you deeper and harder.
geek!gojo who is now rambling on about you to Geto after Geto asked why he was so smiley over facetime.
"Idiot Suguru! You said i never had a chance with her, look at us now"
jealous!geto who immediately knew you and Gojo would hit it off if you guys spoke to eachother once. Spending time with you during the two week project let Geto realise how great the two of you would be together, yet, Geto wanted to... gatekeep you? Who knew Geto would start feeling something for you too.
note: i have much more to yap about, there WILL be a part 2
part 2 is out :p
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
@kivrumi do not steal / copy / reword / translate my work
CW: choking, gun play, degradation, p in v, cruel Gideon, oral, dubious consent? Maybe? Power dynamics, blood, blood as lube, yandere? Submissive reader.
[ Iâve never written before. Idk if this is how you tag. Iâm just obsessed with this freak of a man ]
âKidnap you?â The words rolled off of Gideonâs tongue like venom. âI liberated you,â he whispered as he took a step closer to the trembling girl before him. She had her gun pointed at his face with a shaky hand and a scowl on her face.
After everything heâd done to her. He kidnapped her, took her blood, and left her in a building full of monstrosities. Liberation was what he wanted to call it? She could almost laugh.
He didnât seem to mind the gun pointed at his face. He didnât seem to mind that it was certainly kidnapping he had done to her. What did he care if she was roaming around in a highly infected building? Heâs the one who healed her previous wounds. If anything, she should be thanking him.
He took a lazy step forward and completely invaded her space. She backed up against the table behind her with a small sound of surprise. A few books crashed to the floor.
âI will shoot,â her threat lacked any bite to it.
He flashed her a grin and bumped the barrel of her gun with his forehead. He looked her right in the eyes as he put his hand on hers just above the trigger.
âDo you need some help following through on that threat?â He cooed.
She was at a loss for words. He was fucking crazy. She didnât want to kill him. She didnât want to kill anyone. She didnât want to be here. She didnât want any of this. She just wanted to go home.
All of her words died in her throat until they were nothing more than a lump. She wasnât expecting him to call her bluff. She couldnât do anything but look at him with a horrified expression.
He was too quick. In the blink of an eye, he twisted her arm, which made her cry out in pain, and grabbed her gun from her. He examined the gun with a laugh.
âYou shouldnât make promises you canât keep,â he chided.
He emptied the chamber, the bullets falling to the ground in a clatter. All but one bullet.
âIâd like to play a game with you,â he mused.
âLet me go!â She pleaded.
Her anxiety was too much to bear. Every nerve in her body was telling her to leave. She needed to run. She tried to shove past him, but it was a vain effort. He grabbed her immediately and pulled her back to his chest. She could feel how much he dwarfed her in size. He was massive. She had no chance of running.
âI said Iâd like to play a game,â he pushed the barrel of the gun to her cheek before running it down to her neck. âIâll even let you go first,â her skin rose with goosebumps as he brought the gun to her temple.
She had tears blurring her vision. She tried to thrash around in his grasp, but he didnât budge.
âI donât want to play!â She barely got the words out through her frantic breathing.
âShhhâŚitâs okay,â his voice was deceptively soft as he pulled the trigger.
She braced for impact, but she was only met with the tink of an empty chamber. Her whole body was shaking. The only reason she hadnât fallen to the floor by now was because he was holding her up.
âSee? That wasnât so bad now, was it?â He whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
He took a deep breath and inhaled into the crook of her neck. His free hand snaked up to her throat and applied pressure. Her hands shot up and started clawing at him.
âAh, ah,â he warned as he brought the gun back to her temple in warning.
Once she stopped clawing at him, he gave a satisfied hum and pulled the gun away. She couldnât see him. She was forced to look out the window of the office where the infected were roaming. At this moment, being an infected didnât sound too bad to her. Anywhere other than being stuck playing Russian roulette with this freak.
She heard another click of an empty chamber. She jumped at the sound.
âIsnât this such a fun game?â His voice boomed next to her ear. âBut I think we can make this so much more interesting,â he spoke.
He turned her around before shoving her down to her knees with an inhuman strength. She looked up at him from her position on the floor with wide eyes.
He didnât speak as he unbuckled his belt then unzipped his pants. She shook her head and tried to stand to run, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her in place.
âI wouldnât be a bad girl if I were you,â he warned while waving the gun in her face.
He pulled his pants down and waited for her to take him into her mouth. When she made no effort to move, he gripped her face. The fat of her cheeks smooshed together from how hard he was digging his fingers into her face. Her head was jerked from side to side before he let go in favor of covering her nose.
Only when she was close to passing out from lack of air did she open her mouth, and thatâs when he shoved himself inside. He held the gun to her temple with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with the other.
âJustâŚtake it,â he sighed out as he felt the warmth of her mouth surround him.
He didnât wait on her to set the pace. He began roughly snapping his hips up. Each thrust made him enter her throat, and each thrust made her gag around him. Her eyes were watering almost immediately from trying to take him.
She tried to push on his thighs to create more breathing room, but he wasnât having that. He had her head pinned against the front of the desk and his own body. He eased forward until he was fully in her throat. An obscene bulge formed from where he was.
âYou feel so niceâŚfuck,â his voice came out thick with desire. âShh, you donât need you breathe. You just need to stay right there.â He continued to run his fingers through her hair.
She was struggling to stay conscious. Her fists beating against his thighs didnât deter him in the slightest. If anything, it amped him up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to go limp. Her vision had dark edges and there was an incessant ringing in her ears.
Only then did he pull out of her throat. He delivered a few soft slaps to the side of her face to wake her up.
âStay with me now,â he bent down so that his face was right next to hers. âYouâre doing such a good job,â his words felt like a taunt to her.
Her vision was slowly coming back to her, and as her vision came back, the ringing in her ears stopped. She could more clearly hear the grunts and moans of the zombies just outside the door.
He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled and reached out for balance. Her face was roughly pushed against the window. A clear view of the zombies was what she saw.
âScream and they will hear you. Only I can protect you. You want me to protect you, donât you?â He pushed himself against her back as he spoke.
Her mind was spinning. If she screamed, he wouldnât stop the zombies from coming in here and tearing her body apart. He had her gun. Her life was literally in his hands. She did the only thing she could think to do and nodded her head. Sometimes all you can do is submit.
âYesâŚâ she choked out.
âYes what?â He prodded as he applied more pressure against her face into the glass until she was sure it would crack.
âYes I want you to protect me!â She cried out in both anger and fear.
He hummed in response and eased up on the pressure. His hands went to her waist and tugged on her jeans. She placed her hands on his and tried to stop him. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and put the gun in her vision.
âI donât care if youâre dead or alive when I fuck you. Itâs up to you,â he hissed out.
She took in a few shaky breaths before moving her hands away from him. He yanked her jeans down with ease.
âGood choice,â he murmured against her ear before snapping his hips up without warning.
He entered her in one fluid motion. She let out a strangled cry and clawed at the window sill for stability. He didnât prep her at all. He stretched her out so painfully. She swore she felt him in her stomach. She placed a free hand on his lower stomach and tried to push him away.
âOh, fuck youâre tight.â He grunted as he snapped his hips again.
He gave her absolutely no time to adjust to his length. Because he was so rough with her, she bled on him a bit. He didnât mind. Heâd just use it as lube. He pounded into her, each movement of his hips made her bump into the window. She was sobbing out.
He pulled her head back by her hair and put the barrel of the gun in her mouth.
âUse that pretty mouth of yours for something useful instead of being so loud,â he moved her head up and down on the barrel of the gun.
She gagged around the cool metal of the gun. She was terrified he was going to pull the trigger then she would finally die.
âYou look so good like this,â he placed a kiss to her cheek. âSo fucking pathetic,â he bit the skin of her neck, which made her cry out around the gun.
Saliva pooled around the edges of her mouth and slowly made its way down her chin. Her mascara had long since streaked down her tinted cheeks. She looked like a mess.
He pulled the gun out from her mouth and examined the saliva that glistened on it. His free hand shoved her head back against the window as he brought the barrel to her ring of muscle. He slowly pushed the tip in.
She jerked around and cried out in protest, âNo! Not there! Please!â
She was frantic and he was impatient. He pulled the trigger without a second thought. The clink of the empty chamber made her whole body tense up. The realization of just how crazy he was washed over her. He would kill her if she didnât do what he wanted. He had no morality left in him. That scared her into being still as he inched the barrel deeper into her tight hole.
âPlease!â She cried out as she groped around behind her to hold onto part of him.
âDoes this hurt?â He mocked as he pushed the barrel in deeper.
âYes!â She whimpered.
âDo you want me to go easy on you?â He tilted his head to the side in mock thought.
âYes please! Iâll be good! Please just take it out!â She begged.
He felt himself twitch inside her when she begged like that. He took a deep breath to stop himself from emptying himself in her right then and there. He slowly pulled the barrel out and tossed it to the floor with a thud. The idea of reaching for the gun crossed her mind, but it was too far away.
He tossed her onto the nearby table with ease and slotted himself between her legs. He had a clear view of the way her brows furrowed in pain when he thrust into her. Her mouth was hung open and her eyes fluttered shut. It made his dick twitch.
She was mortified that her body was giving in. All that pain was becoming pleasure. Her mind was melting. It was such an odd feeling to experience. She found herself reaching out to him, her hands wrapping around his arms.
âOpen your mouth,â he commanded.
She hesitated but ultimately opened her mouth. He let a glob of spit land on her tongue. His hand covered her mouth the moment she tried to gag.
âSwallow it,â he urged.
With much resistance, she swallowed. It felt disgusting sliding down her throat. She felt filthy and tainted.
âAtta girl,â he praised as he slid his thumb into her mouth.
She found herself sucking on the digit out of pure habit. It didnât even register to her what she was doing until she heard him groan.
âThere she is. I knew you could be a filthy slut,â he snapped his hips up harder.
That particular thrust had her seeing stars. He was hitting that soft sweet spot over and over again. Her mind was quickly turning to mush.
âFâŚfuck,â she stammered out.
Her nails were digging into his arms so roughly they left marks. Her whole body was tensing up as he invaded her senses completely.
âThatâs it. Let go,â he guided her.
His free hand came up to wrap around her throat once more. He felt her tighten up around him at the sensation. It made him throw his head back with a deep and guttural moan.
âI always wanted to know what youâd feel like. Iâve been watching you for so long. Finally have you now,â he was talking to himself.
The horrifying realization never even came to her. She was so out of it. Her whole body was like electricity. Her mind was elsewhere. All she could feel was how deep in her he was.
The sounds of zombies approaching from outside the door didnât even stir her out of her gaze. She was trapped on cloud nine just the way he wanted it. Even if I took some effort on his part.
âMaybe I should knock you up? Fill you with my cum so you canât ever leave me,â he rested his forehead on hers. âThen I can always protect you,â
She could hardly make out what he was saying at this point. Nodding her head dumbly was all she could do.
âSâgood!â She babbled out.
He couldnât stop the grin that found its way to his face. All he had to do was break her and now here she was, so pliant and ready for him.
âHmm? What was that? I canât hear you,â he teased.
He stopped his pace to further antagonize her. A pout found its way on her face almost immediately.
âPlease donât stop! More!â She begged, and who was he to disobey when she asked so sweetly.
He pushed on her lower stomach as he pounded into her. There was a bulge in her stomach, just as there had been one in her throat earlier. He was just so much bigger than her. He couldnât help it that he poked out from inside her.
âDo you feel me right there?â He asked as he pushed down on the bulge.
It made her eyes shoot open before rolling into the back of her head. She rested a hand on top of his as she ground her hips up to meet his.
It wasnât long until she felt that familiar coil in her stomach. She locked eyes with him, her pouty lips parted as her whole body tensed up.
âGonna cum!â She warned.
âMake a mess for me, pretty girl,â he encouraged.
He gripped her hips and began to rut into her like he was an animal in heat. He had absolutely no intention of pulling out. With a silent cry she released all over his abdomen. The sight of her squirting had him spiraling over the edge.
He pumped thick ropes of his release into her tight cunt. He didnât pull out yet. He fucked it deeper into her before stilling inside her. It wasnât until a few seconds of silence that he spoke.
âYouâre everything I hoped youâd be,â he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.
She struggled against him until she went limp. Once she was limp, he pulled her jeans up for her and buttoned them. He tossed her over his shoulder and made his way for the door where a group of zombies stood. They made no effort to approach.
He was going to keep her one way or another. She wasnât ever getting away. That much he was sure of.
Content Warnings: Explicit Noncon (the entire fic), Somno, Use of "Daddy", Breeding, Stalking, Yandere
Words: 1.4k
Summary: Unbeknownst to you, your neighbor Shane takes to watching you in your sleep. One night he sees that you are having a... rather rambunctious dream. He's already decided you're his future wife, so what's the harm in helping you out?
A/N: Sometimes you gotta show your love for a character by writing them commiting atrocities. Thank you for y'all's patience with this piece I meant to have out two weeks ago (rip). I hope it lives up to your expectations!
Thanks for y'all's support!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
-Shabby
So, without further ado:
He looked around, before slowly stepping into the ancient cabin. She always left her door unlocked- this was Pelican Town after all.
After gently shutting the door behind him, he walked across the old wooden floor over to the farmer's bed, where she lay beautifully for him.
His future wife- not that she knew that.
Quite frankly he didn't know if she saw him that way. But it didn't matter. She would eventually.
This wasn't the first time he had watched her, nor would it be the last. It was, however, the first time since he watched her that she was gasping in her sleep.
He tried to resist. She was sleeping peacefully on her stomach, blankets flung to the floor due to the humid summer air. It would be so easy to justâŚ
She whimpered and he swore he heard her murmur, âShaneâŚâ
He looked at her loose tank top and shorts.
Fuck it.
He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband and pulled down so he could stare at her ass. He continued to pull them off until he could toss them on the floor, before he paused, then leant down to snatch the discarded underwear and stuff it in the pocket of his hoodie.
He moved her knees apart. Her pussy stared back at him.
âMmâŚShane,â she sighed.
Well that was basically consent, right? She was asking for it.
He shoved his face down between her thighs and licked at her pussy. Damn.
It was better than he imagined.
He ate her out with gentle fervor, trying not to wake her but also trying to please her.
He spent a few minutes between her thighs, his scruff getting soaked as he ran his tongue through her labia. He heard her gasp as he licked her clit in a certain way.
Oh, he needed to hear that again. He kept repeating the same motion, again, again, again-
Her thighs tensed under his fingertips and a tiny groan left her mouth.
He stood up, wiping his scruff off on his sleeve. He was painfully aware of his untouched cock in his shorts.
She got one, so isn't it fair that he gets off, too? Besides, he was doing all the work anyway, so what's the harm?
He knelt on the bed, pulling his basketball shorts down just enough to free his cock and balls. A drop of precum trailed down his hard shaft as he climbed on top of her. Yoba, he had never been so ready to get off in his life.
Should he put on some protection? He quickly shook the thought off. This was his future wife after all. So what if she became the mother of his children sooner than planned?
He let out a shaky breath as he settled over her sleeping form. His cock brushed her labia and he was able to guide it home.
He paused. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself once he started.
But she left her door unlocked. She called his name out in her sleep. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue.
He pushed - a muffled gasp escaped his lips as he felt his head enter her pussy.
Slow down, he thought.
He had never fucked someone bareback before. And Ho-ly SHIT.
It was the best thing he felt in his goddamn life.
He stilled for a moment, took a breath, and allowed himself to gently push a couple inches inside. He heard her whimper in her sleep as she got used to his cock.
âThat's rightâŚgood girl,â he hissed. Fuck, he needed to slow down if he didn't want to wake her up.
But if she didâŚ
He groaned as he began a leisurely pace.
She wants this, she WANTS thisâŚ
â
She awoke with a pleasant weight on her back. Her legs were spread and she felt warmth between her thighs, moving inside her.
Someone's hot breath tickled her ear as they slowly ground into her. Their deep, pleasured voice whispered, âFuckâŚâ and groaned.
She knew that voice.
She blinked open her eyes.
â...Shane?â
âGood morning, sweetheart,â he whispered. He had her pinned on her stomach.
A deep pit of dread filled her chest. âWhat are you doing?â
This wasn't happening.
âI heard you call out my name in your sleep, and I can't not help you.â He kissed the side of her head, and then gently nipped her ear.
This. Was. Not. Happening. Could not be happening.
Her voice shook as she managed to force out, âShane, I need you to stop-â
â-Shh, baby, shhâŚâ he whispered, âJust let it happen. It's already happening, just take it, babygirl.â His moans punctuated each roll of his pelvis, âOh, fuck, just take it.â
âHow did you get in here?â Dread filled her chest and her jaw clenched. She tried her best to focus on the wrinkles on the sheets below her.
Tried to ignore the man raping her in her own bed. Tried to ignore how wet she was. Tried to ignore the part of her that wished to beg him to fuck her harder. Tried to ignore the tightening pleasure in her loins.
âYou didn't lock your door.â
Ice flooded her veins. Her eyes burned.
She should have been safe. It was a small town, everyone knew each other, everyone trusted each other.
Pelican Town was supposed to be safe.
She lay still for a moment. Underneath the rustling of his clothes and the groans from his mouth, she could hear the familiar sound of crickets. She tried to shove down the pit growing in her and-
Wait.
âShane, do you have a condom on?â
He didn't answer, instead opting to grind harder into her, moaning softly. His warm pelvis against her ass felt divine.
She growled, finally looking over her shoulder at his face, âShane, answer me!â Electricity filled her limbs.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck FUCK-
He grabbed her hands before she could move them, pinned her arms down, and began properly thrusting. Her head hit the mattress as he let his full weight hit her. She futilely attempted to wriggle away, but he was too strong.
âWhy would I wear a condom?â
She was trapped. The sheets began to blur, and she felt hot tears begin to slide down her face.
Shane was going to impregnate her.
She hated that the thought of that turned her on even more.
âAw babygirl, why are you crying?â Shane teased, âIf you didn't want me to do this, then why are you so wet? Why do I hear you whimper every time I fill you with my cock?â
Her wrists hurt as he squeezed them. Her cheek was rubbed against the mattress in time with his thrusts. The zipper of his hoodie faintly jingled in the background.
âGet off of me!â She screamed. She hated how much pleasure tinged her voice. She hated that she enjoyed how full she felt. She hated that her pussy was so wet for him, for this.
She kept crying as he continued to fuck into her, a pleased grunt pushed out of her throat every time he thrust in.
âThat's right baby, it feels good, doesn't it?â Shane moaned. âItâs okay, you can enjoy it⌠Just keep making those pretty little noises for me, baby.â
She hated that she was getting close. She hated that she was going to cum on her rapist's bare cock. Hated how good his cock felt dragging along her walls.
Shane's breathy rambling filled her ear. âMilk me, baby, milk Daddy's fat fucking cock. Let Daddy rape you, baby. Let Daddy breed that pussy of yours,â he groaned louder.
She tried not to- she really did, but it was too late. Warmth spread to her toes and chest as she came. It had been so long since she had cum with something actually filling her, forgotten how satisfying it was to for her pussy to clench around something more than her fingers.
She sobbed as her body betrayed her.
Shane gasped.
âOh, fuck, that's it baby, that's it âŚâ he stilled and pressed deep into her. âFuckâŚ! GahhâŚâ She felt a drop of warmth slide down her thigh.
They lay in relative silence for a moment. He caught his breath, she quietly cried. The crickets continued their drone as if nothing had happened, as if this was just a normal summer night.
âPlease leaveâŚâ she finally choked out. Her tears never stopped.
Shane murmured, âNo⌠baby we're just getting started. I'm not leaving until I make you a mommy, okay?â
i can't believe i really wrote this.
A/N: based on this request and this ask. this is so unserious. and serious at the same time. it's killing me. this one is just based on my personal thoughts, no maths involved, so size for some characters isn't the same than on my random math nerdy analysis. and YES, ikr some size aren't even humanly possible. oda decided to do unrealistic ass heights, so iâm matching his freak.â
CW: gn!reader (just a bit of afab!reader only for marco), just pure smut lol
WC: 6,1k. i wrote a fucking widickpedia.
one piece masterlists. â my ko-fi
Eustass Kid
7.8 inches - massive ego, massive dick, he needs some backup to be so arrogant.Â
A pure shower. Thick and veiny as hell. Even his cock looks angry, especially when it twitches. It sounds threatening and daring you to touch. Kid is always stretching you out so much you can barely recall your own name for a few minutes, your walls so tight, clenching around him, feeling every single vein and ridge as he sinks deep inside you, fat tip trying to fuck your soul out of your body. âI know it's big, tell me somethin' I don't already know.â
Backshots, backshots, backshots.Â
This man is breathing for backshots. He's an ass man. Slamming into you roughly from behind, hand gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. The second he stops to hold you, you know whatâs going to happen. Rough spank on your ass, leaving red handprints on your skin. And he does it again, just for the dark satisfaction of watching the little jiggles of your flesh, how hard youâre whining into the pillow or against the wall. âKeep cryinâ, it turns me on.â Heâs fucking you so hard, tears always spill from your eyes, lewd noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room, Kidâs raspy, husky breath driving you insane with desire. Donât you dare turn your head to look at him with a lovey dovey expression, all he will do is pin your face against the mattress, keeping you helpless and at his mercy until youâre fucked dumbed, drooling on the sheets.
Donquixote Doflamingo
11 inches - dick as massive as his charisma
âIâm not even halfway,â is his favorite thing to say as he watches you sweat and squirm pathetically with every inch pushed deep inside you. Heâs taking his time, but donât mistake it for kindness; heâs just drinking in the sight of your face totally wrecked when heâs only halfway, how obscene your hole is stretched around his girth, how you look at him with big eyes silently hopping heâs balls deep inside. But his maniac laugh says everything as he slams the rest of his length deep inside you, so deep it feels like heâs rearranging your guts. The worst thing when you watch him undress for the first time is to think it's already big, only to find out this bastard is a grower. That wicked grin on his face when he gets hard and watches the colors leave your face? Terrifying. Heâs such a sadist he loves to make you count the inch when he buries himself into you and if you lose, youâre doomed.
Mean missionary, custom cowgirl, master of shibari.
Doflamingo is kinky as hell, even a romantic position turns into something obscene with him. Youâre just his puppet when he forces your legs on his broad shoulders, spreading your thighs so wide open your muscles are sore and begging for mercy, but his hands will keep you as open as his cock splitting you in half. âThat's it, keep singing for me, little bird.â His eyes never leave your face; he needs to see your face and how youâre wincing. Deep thrusts that make your whole body shake until your legs start to twitch uncontrollably. And donât you think youâre in control when youâre straddling him, all you can do is take it as he looks regal, resting his head behind his arms, lazy fidgeting his fingers to drive you up and down his cock with his devil fruit. âLook at this little bird bouncing on my cock and whining like a crybaby.â Donât even think about holding onto his abs for support, he will just tie you down. When heâs in the mood, he will turn your body into art, suspending you⌠before slamming inside you so hard you need to grip the ropes for support.
Dracule Mihawk
8.2 inches - big dick energy, dick as straight as his posture.
He got the prettiest cock you will ever see; in fact, before him, you never thought a dick could ever look pretty. He never bothered taking measures on his cock; it just sounded ridiculous in his mind. That man was just born confident; he never brags, no need to brag when you know what you're doing. And Mihawk always knows what heâs doing. When heâs sliding inside you, it feels like heâs putting you to death, inch after inch, stretching you out around his girth, circumcised tip bullying your inside, but donât worry, to you, Mihawk only gives little death.
Missionary, mating press, ankle over shoulder.
Mihawk doesn't fuck. He hunts. With deadly precision. Each thrust is languid, meaningful, designed to spill out helpless moans from your mouth until youâre totally drugged out, reduced to a quivering, shivering mess under his lethal control. He wants you on your back, blending the world of intimacy and control in a way that makes your knees weak. Eyes always locked to yours as he thrusts inside you, in control, targeting all your weaknesses, making you feel each inch, each vein of his length, cold necklace covering your skin with goosebumps. He will always pin your wrists above your head, combining eye contact with control until he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sliding even deeper inside you, still keeping you pinned down and at his mercy. âEyes on me, donât move,â He will say almost cruelly when you try to shut your eyes or struggle to keep it with his firm pace - for him, rough sex is not about fucking you fast and rough like a jackhammer, but rather deep enough to leave you empty and needy for days once heâs done with you. When he wants you even more helpless, he will smash your legs against your chest, folding you in half, your wrists either tied or pinned with one hand. Languid kisses that always leave you breathless, piercing gaze that makes you feel like he's fucking you even when he's perfectly still inside you.
Portgas D.Ace
6.4 inches - with a super cute sensitive pink tip
Slightly curved upward, perfect girth, tip always glistening with pre-cum, thick vein running down one side, smooth skin. It doesnât matter if youâre giving him a head, jerking him off or taking him deep inside you, he will always give you the prettiest moans you have never heard - Ace moans are so beautiful, in the top 3 of One Piece men moans, and heâs not the third. â Youâre so perfect for me.â He always praises you, the cute freckles on his cheeks all flushed when youâre clenching around him, milking his cock until he lets out broken moans.
Just ride this man.
He just loves watching you bouncing on his length - his eyes can drink in every single inch of your skin, keeping eye contact; it soothes him to see how much you love him and how good his cock makes you feel as you fuck yourself on his length, lips open on silent screams while he holds your hips, hair fanning on his forehead and on the pillows, face flushed from neck to ears, pearls of his necklace clicking together whenever he lifts up to grab your neck and kisses you so deeply, pouring all the feelings he doesnât know how to express into his kiss - before moaning in your mouth, filling you up with hot ropes of thick seed.
Rob Lucci
8 inches - with a curve as lethal as his attacks
âStay still.â Voice so soft and smooth like velvet while heâs literally impaling you on his length, his claws keeping you pinned and helpless, reminding you that each squirm will be punished with a scratch, or a bite on your neck. The first time you undressed him, eyes widening in shock, he didnât even bother blinking, just stared at you with a detached, predator gaze, voice flat. âRun away now if you're scared.â You didnât run away, but even now, every single time, youâre crawling on the bed and Lucci just watches your struggles with a cold face before impaling you back firmly onto his length.
Hunting you doggy style.
Heâs a predator. He loves playing with you. His favorite game is to have you on your hands and knees, back arched in the most cruel, sadistic angle, his hands digging into your flesh, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he slides inside you, slowly, not by kindness but for predatory purposes. And then his favorite game begging, fucking you so deep your soul is leaving your body with each thrust, his tip punching against your sweet spot as if he was angry at it, until you start to crawl and squirm. He loves watching you struggle for a few seconds before gripping your hips tightly, slamming you right back on his length. Heâs hunting until your hands give up, resting weakly on your forearms and when your arms are sore, youâre just reduced to a helpless mess, ass up, chest down. âPathetic.â He snarls, pushing you flat against the mattress, ending you in prone bone, scratching you, biting you, leaving hickeys everywhere he can, keeping you pinned down, at his mercy, his long hair falling free on your broken frame.
Sabo
6.8 inches - twitching like hell, always happy to see you
Mushroom tip round and smooth but so fucking large, eager to choke you, just as Sabo always does with his fingers wrapped like a necklace around your throat. A grower that grows fast whenever youâre around, veins pulsing with need, cockhead always glistening with precum and throbbing even more when Sabo buries himself inside you. âQuit squeezing down so hard, sweetheart,â he whispers, while casually keeping you in a chokehold.
Mating press.
Heâs folding you in half with an angelic smile, slamming so deep your eyes roll back with each thrust, your poor legs twitching and trembling. He just loves your drugged-out expression in this position, how youâre milking his cock, sucking him deeper. He can watch your face, his length sliding inside you, how your hole is clenching him so tight, but more importantly, he can wrap his fingers around your neck and admire your eyes turning blank and cheeks totally red as he chokes you to your heartâs content. Youâre squeezing him so nicely when he chokes you, his eyes are shining with a twisted mix of lust, love and admiration, talking to you with a lovely voice that doesnât match the obscenity heâs doing and saying to you.
Trafalgar Law
7.6 inches - flat ass, big dick, the true embodiment of skinny emo myth, trust me
Heâs so twisted, he removed his foreskin just for the sake of science, but he will pretend he did it for real medical purposes. The girth is pretty average but that length can kill - the fact this dude is casually walking with a nodachi almost as big as him is a warning. Sadly, his tip isnât black and dark as the emo he is, itâs a cute, deep shade of pink, little veins along that perfectly straight length because his cock is as rigid as his mind. âStop staring,â he mutters, cheeks flushed as your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of length. His cock is unexpressive just like him, never really throbbing or twitching, but when itâs inside you, donât worry, each vein is teasing you, that fat tip as well. A pure grower, I mean look at those tight skinny emo jeans he's always wearing, he is a grower.
As long as youâre on your stomach.
Intimacy is such a struggle, he just likes to keep you on your stomach and if you can please, keep your head buried in the pillow or the mattress. If you canât, donât worry, heâll pin you down regardless. He loves to be in control, one hand on your lower back as leverage as you literally collapse flat on your stomach, his hips snapping forward with controlled thrusts - but sometimes heâs so rough it feels like heâs trying to fuck the insomnia out of his body. âWhat? I just want to see your face.â Whenever you furrow your eyebrows when he flips you on your back, because you know it only means one thing with such a teaser - heâs going to make fun of you as he edges you with that smug expression and annoying smirk. But honestly, what Law loves the most is just to make you cum with his fingers. âTry to hold back for more than 5 minutes if you want to have a taste of my mouth.â But the A & T are curled up so nicely inside you. On purpose. Itâs so funny to see the pleasure blended with desperation in your gaze as you cum within 5 minutes. When heâs even more lazy, he will give you only the H.
Vinsmoke Sanji
6.6 inches - cute tip always glistening with precum
Smooth, velvety skin, not really veiny, average girth, twitching and throbbing with need whenever he looks at you for more than 10 seconds. It stands proudly, slightly curved upward just to please you better when heâs inside you, hitting your sweet spot so nicely it should be illegal. âYouâre taking me so well,â he praises with his sweet voice, trying so hard to not cum in a blink whenever your tight warm clench around him. Shivers running down your spine whenever he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans - pretty, pretty moans, in the top 3 prettiest moaners of One Piece with Ace.
Between your legs.
What do you mean living between your legs and driving you crazy with his mouth isnât really a position? He doesn't mind, thatâs what he loves the most. Licking you, sucking you, swallowing each single one of your orgasm until his jaws are so sore he has no choice but to give up. âYou taste so good, I canât help itâŚâ While diving back between your legs, overstimulating you without even trying to, he just has an oral fixation. Will get all cute and pouty and ask like a good boy to have his perfect ass pounded. His ass is so juicy it's illegal, one of the prettiest ass of One Piece, maybe his ass is the One Piece. But if you really want him to take you, then missionary it is. He wants to offer you divine french kisses while rolling his hips in languid thrusts, even his hickeys are delicate and soft. His guilty pleasure? Watching you, nothing more, nothing else. Every part of your body is so mesmerizing he doesnât know where to look. Sometimes, he likes spooning, especially for morning sex, and because his hands can wander on your skin.
Roronoa Zoro
6.4 inches - fat dick, you kinda want to cry
Probably did a dick contest with Sanji and was pissed off to see the 0,2 inches difference but then got that smug face because his girth is so scary it could leave you with a gaping hole if he was a sadist. Veins are pulsing with need, it almost looks like itâs mad at you, but if you say a comment about his dick, heâs going to blush so hard, such a lovely tomato with his green hair. Is either focused as if he was training, or lazy when heâs sliding inside you, stretching you out so wide open itâs almost obscene. âCling onto my shoulders if ya want, I got ya.â
âThat one where youâre on topâ, âthat one with your ass lifted up,â that one....â
Yes. That's how heâs talking. This man is living in his own world; he doesnât even know sex position name. Honestly, sometimes heâs manhandling you so roughly heâs creating new positions without even trying to. âCome on, work that ass, donât be lazy.â He grunts whenever youâre straddling him, reverse style; of course, heâs an ass man. Watching your cute ass bouncing on his cock, your hole clenching around his girth and his length disappearing inside you is probably one of his favorite views, so thatâs why when heâs not lazy, heâs just fucking you doggy style, big muscles flexing each time heâs holding you in place, abs contracting so pretty, too bad you canât see it. When heâs in the mood to face you, his usual go-to is to fold you in half in mating press, caging you in with his muscular frame, watching how wrecked you are as his hips snap against yours, sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room - the soft, delicate, metallic chimes of his earrings clasping together is a lovely contrast when your poor knees are almost brushing your ears. âGotta focus on your stamina and stretching.â
Buggy
5.9 inches - brightening red tip just as his nose
Average size and girth, a red tip looking almost angry and always leaking with precum because even his dick is way too expressive. Heâs such a whiny mess, his dick throbbing and pulsing, but your hands arenât even touching him yet. His hips are jerky when heâs inside you, crying out your name so loudly you always end up stuffing his mouth with your underwear to make him shut up, but he keeps whining through the fabric, with big crybaby tears when he cum. Muffled âMmpfâ , but heâs probably whining about how good you feel.
Cringe king of weird positions
Heâs a sub even if he will always pretend the opposite, so basically, heâs going to follow your lead - when heâs not asking to get his cute ass pounded... with his own dick as a strap. But if you let him indulge in his wildest desires, Buggy got quite the creativity. Heâs a clown and has a nice devil fruit for show time and will use both shamelessly to fuck you in impossible angles and position, his hands bullying you, sometimes even his head isnât attached to his neck anymore but just going down on you shamelessly while you impale yourself on his length. âWhatâs wrong, youâre not comfortable?â Heâs asking without even teasing you, deadly serious, confused that NO, youâre not comfortable when your legs are angled in such weird positions it almost looks like youâre a ragdoll with broken bones.
Smoker
7 inches - heâs ready to tame you with his dickÂ
âI donât bite, you know?â Smoker is not stupid, he knows he doesnât have to complain about his size, but he never gets what his partners are looking at him with such big eyes. Maybe heâs a bit taciturn, but heâs also kind. Heâs not going to shove his cock down your throat without a warning. It stands proud and thick with big veins and heavy balls. When youâre kneeling in front of him, drooling down his length while heâs taking drag after drag of his cigars, he always looks at you with a gaze full of lust and tenderness - he will always tangle his hands in your hair. If you ask him to guide your head, heâs more than happy to indulge but will probably accidentally choke you on his cock, pushing his tip down your throat until youâre coughing. He was too lost in his pleasure.Â
Against the wall.Â
Poor man is always busy with work and missions. Heâs a workaholic, thatâs why he needs two cigars; one isnât enough to get enough nicotine stuck in his lungs. When he comes back to you, heâs too impatient to reach the bedroom, he doesnât even bother taking off his uniform, his big hands are just pinning you down against the wall, watching how your hole is trying to swallow all of him. âFuck, youâre always gripping me so tight when I come home. Missed me, yeah?â Hot palms squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them wide open until he gets tired of the view and flips you around, caging you with his massive frame, carrying you effortlessly and fucking you, your legs wrapped around his waist, back firmly pressed against the wall. He doesnât moan, but damn, his raspy breaths are so pretty when he cum deep down inside you⌠as your body goes limp, he finally remembers about the bedroom and proceeds to fuck you again on the mattress, savoring the moment, taking his time.
King
20,8 inches - I donât make the rules, heâs so tall.
Big bulbous brown head, itâs not just long and girthy, itâs also heavy, large balls hanging between his thighs, it could split you open, make you cry until you pass out. And yeah yeah, Alber got a prince albert and it stays on. Even behind his mask, heâs looking down at you with such disdain your gaze is locked on the floor. âYouâre embarrassing.â Heâs merciless, making sure youâre fully stuffed as he focuses solely on rearranging your guts, his hands on your stomach just to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you out beyond reliefs. âI knew human bodies were weak but yours is so ridiculously weak, itâs pathetic.â Heâs a sadist; he loves the big tears running down your cheeks, torturing you, fucking you orgasm after orgasm, leaving you with a gaping hole, trembling legs, and a shaky body overstimulated and exhausted.
Prone bone.
One strong hand pinning your head on the pillow, massive length dragging over your ass cheeks, forcing you to arch your back, making you gasp and squirm already and itâs not even in. âYou know I wonât be gentle, behave and take it.â His tone is dripping with dominance, strict, stern, but when heâs slamming inside you with angry thrusts, it almost sounds like heâs so mad at you and that damn weak body. But at least youâre entertaining, muffling moans, drooling on the sheets as he pounds into you from behind with rough, mean snap of his hips fucking your soul out of your body. âChoking on your moans, choking on my cock, choking on my name, are you trying to tell me you want my hands around your neck?â You donât even have the time to answer, his fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing, keeping you still and at the very edge of passing out, heavy balls slapping against your ass. You're nearly a toy for him. But if you manage to handle him without whining and trying to crawl away, he will throw his mask on the bed, metal clinging loudly. âDonât you dare look at me.â Before leaning down, beautiful, white long hair brushing your skin, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck or shoulders, his lips trailing kisses and hickeys everywhere, raspy, low, lovely moans against your ear. âJust like that, keep milking my cock and squeezing so tight like you wonât let me go.â Thatâs the closest loving, kind thing he will ever do or say when fucking you. The worst? Youâre crying when he does so, his hair so soft, like silk against your skin, and his lips so soft. You wonder how his mouth can feel so good yet only speak so coldly and dirty. When he wraps an arm around your chest, you feel like youâre going to ascend, the sensation of his skin against your skin⌠is divine.
Sir Crocodile
10 inches - 0 curve, it looks strict and mean
Big head, prominent vein running along the underside, if you ever wonder if a dick could look down at you, now you know itâs possible. His cock is heavy as hell. Whenever youâre giving him a head, he will run his hook on the smooth skin of your neck and slap you if you dare to drool on him. But how arenât you supposed to not drool when heâs stretching your mouth so wide open it leaves you with cramps. âHave some manners, youâre disgusting.â He loves to keep you on your knees while he works, looking down at you, blowing thick clouds of smoke while you try so hard to satisfy him.
Busy man, heâs bending you over his desk.
Whenever he needs some stress relief, he will either show you the desk with one thick finger, or just bend you over if youâre too slow for his liking, time is money. The rings stay on, digging in your flesh as he holds you in place, slamming inside you with a strict, firm pace. He wonât jackhammer, but each snap of his hips is so brutal it makes the desk shake regardless. And he will put the blame on you if some important papers are falling, so you better hold onto them tightly. For each paper falling, you get a mean spank. âArch you back properly for me,â he commands, not even to appreciate the view of his cock ramming into you, but just to use the small of your back as an ashtray. He wonât manhandle you with his hand, but with his hook, wrapping it around your throat, your waist, running it along your skin is enough to make you obey.
Marco
6,4 inches - luckily the tip doesnât look like a pineapple
The national birb doctor got the perfect curve to hit your sweet spot with each smooth thrust, making you feel the veins pulsing his need when heâs deep inside you. Girth is slightly above the average but not enough to split you in half. Just so you know, Marco knows what heâs doing, not only because heâs a doctor, but he has a fair amount of experience so donât worry, youâre always in good hands with him. âYour hands are so pretty when they are wrapped around my cock.â He means it. Watching your hands when youâre jerking him off is always driving him crazy. Just for the sake of watching your pretty hands, heâs always letting you roll the condom onto his length.
AFAB reader: He has a boobs fixation, give this man a boobs job.
I just want to see your face.
Missionary and all its variants, mating press, carrying you against the wall, you on top, lotus⌠he doesnât mind as long as he can watch your beautiful face. A big kisser, heâs so sad if he canât kiss you and admires that expression of pure bliss when heâs bullying your sweet spot, sending shivers down your spine and making your body jolt. It's so steamy when heâs caging you under his frame, holding you tight and close, unfolding his wings to keep you in a warm, soothing embrace. âYouâre always so perfect for me. Youâre going to give me another orgasm, right?â If you have a mirror though, heâs not against doggy style - your reflection showing that lovely face of yours and the sight of your back arched while heâs gripping your hips, sliding inside you⌠is quite mesmerizing.
Killer
7 inches - veiny as hellÂ
Oh, you thought Kidâs dick was girthy? Then you never saw Killer naked. Thick. Veiny. Circumcised. Tip is a deep shade of purple; it almost looks like he's secretly trying to match his tip color with his lipstick. When you run your fingers along his length, thereâs a vein running along the right side that always drives him crazy. Unlike his captain, heâs a grower, not a shower. But damn, heâs packing. âIf you keep gripping my hair like that, Iâm going to lose control.â It doesnât matter if heâs fucking you or going down on you, whenever youâre pulling on his beautiful blonde mane, itâs a total turn-on.Â
This man is picky, itâs so hard to see his face.
He can be so sweet, soft, and romantic or a total savage, but regardless, heâs a big fan of missionary. He loves the intimacy, the proximity, feeling your body beneath him, his hands can roam on every single inch of your skin⌠Sometimes heâs grabbing your legs, resting them on his broad shoulders to slam deeper inside you, reducing you to a quivering mess. All you can do is hold onto his hair as if it were your lifeline. Most of the time, if heâs fucking you in missionary, it means youâre wearing either a blindfold, or that heâs keeping his mask. When heâs not wearing his mask, then it means heâs fucking you from behind. Heâs trusting you, so please, respect his will and do not try to turn your head, or you will lose his trust. Just enjoy the sensation of the sweat dripping from his forehead and big muscles flexing. âFuck, you feel unreal.â This man is not afraid of moaning. Remember about Sanji and Ace? Killer got the prettiest moans with them. Low, husky moans. If you manage to win his trust, you might be able to drown into his ocean eyes and admire that beautiful face heâs hiding while he covers your neck with hickeys, smearing his lipstick everywhere he can.
Charlotte Katakuri
15,3 inches - sweet commander but not so sweet dick
Skin is surprisingly smooth with a few veins pulsing with need. Big boy with a big, heavy cock, but heâs almost shy when you wrap your hands around his length, his pale cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, tip glistening with precum, balls aching with need. Katakuri is just a bit self-conscious. â⌠your mouth feels so good.â Heâs almost shy when heâs praising you, confused between his tendency to always hide half of himself behind a scarf and the aching desire of your sweet, hot mouth drooling all over his length.
69 - He loves to use his mouth.
At first, heâs nervous, scared to injure you with his fangs, but whenever heâs using his mouth, heâs hungry as hell yet surprisingly cautious. Heâs savoring your taste as if he was eating something delicious and sweet. His big hands are spreading your ass cheeks, squeezing your flesh, spanking you, just for the sake of listening to your cute moans as you try your best to stretch your mouth around his girth. âJust cum against my mouth one last time and I swear Iâll stopâŚâ Heâs begging, trying to pull another orgasm out of you, eager to swallow everything. You can be sure that every single time heâs fucking you, it always ends up with a messy creampie, his seed flowing down your thighs⌠and his tongue sucking you clean, swallowing his own seed, pushing it back inside you or tasting your taste mixed with his own.
Unlike Usopp, Shanks wonât mess around and round up to reach 8 inches, heâs going to say the really specific size without any care for privacy. This hobo with ugly ass shoes is so carefree itâs probably one of the first things he said when you two started to date. Shanks knows heâs packing, heâs shameless, but he wonât brag. He just knows his way around. âCâmere, gonna fill you up juuust niiiice.â Probably one of the most experienced dudes on this list, but heâs so unserious, with stupid dad jokes, youâre almost surprised when he kisses you so good your brain is melting. This man knows what heâs doing. He just likes to keep things light. For him, sex is supposed to be fun, not deadly serious, silent and boring.Â
Lazy ass, ride him.Â
First heâs lazy. Second, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, chasing your own high. Third, letâs not forget about his missing arm. Last, this man is living for the sight of your body and his cock disappearing inside you with each roll of your hips. Heâs looking at you with a smug face, hand glued to your ass whenever youâre not facing him. âRide me, donât be lazy, you can do better.â With another playful spank. Even if you being on top is his usual go-to because itâs easier for him, this man just loves fucking you. Against the wall, doggy style, on the ground, against the railing of his ship, in the middle of a loud party⌠heâs not that picky. If you want to laugh, he can try missionary but letâs be honest, itâs hard to hold that kind of position and keep his balance at the same time. âAlriiight, gonna move your ass or what? Unless you really want to see me falling on you like a poor lost seal.â Heâs so silly but you donât have the time to burst into laughter, heâs too focused on fucking you through another orgasm.
Donquixote Rosinante
11,5 inches - a gentle giant with a fat cock
Itâs long, thick, but donât worry, Corazon is a sweetheart. In fact, heâs always scared to hurt you, his big goofy hands so shaky when they rest on your hips or legs. Of course, his tip is sensitive, always leaking with precum. Smooth skin with little veins running along the sides. âYouâre so good for meâŚâ Heâs always kissing you, smearing his lipstick on your cheeks, adorable moans falling free from his lips.
For your own good, ride him.
The truth is: Corazon has always been a bit goofy, but he turned even more goofy just to make the kids of the Family laugh. But now, itâs written in his DNA, heâs goofy even when heâs trying to be serious - so yes, even when heâs fucking you. Opening a condom wrapper? Thick, shaky fingers struggling to do so. Spreading some lube? Be sure the bottle is going to fall, lube flooding everywhere in the process. Taking off your clothes? Heâs ripping them off, accidentally, unlike Lucci. So fucking you? Please, heâs so scared of literally crushing you under his weight. Just ride him, or heâs going to be super nervous the whole time. Plus, itâs quite satisfying to ride this giant, his face all flushed, hips stammering as you take him as deep as you can. âDonât look at me or Iâm just going to cumâŚâ His cock is always throbbing and twitching inside you. A big kisser, a lover of hugs and aftercare. He has some kinks, of course, but heâs so shy about it. Heâs a giver after all. If you indulge in his fantasies, heâs praising you so nicely, your heart is melting.
Bartolomeo
6 inches - with too many piercings
Girthy, veiny, hard in a blink whenever youâre around. But whatâs interesting about him is the indecent amount of piercings he has. You never thought so many piercings were even possible on a dick. Sure, he has a prince albert. But not only. Magic cross, lorum, hafada, frenum, foreskin, dydoe, apadravya⌠youâre learning new names every day with him. And no, he wonât take them off. âFuck, your tongue feels like heaven.â Heâs a freak, he has no courtesy, but heâs also a simp, always worshiping you. Donât worry, he knows how to use his piercings.
Full Nelson, mostly.
âFuck, tremblinâ already?â Heâs impaling you on his length, splitting you open, holding you tight, his fangs plunging into the soft flesh of your neck or dirty talking you. Big arms flexing as he holds the underside of your knees, slamming you down onto his cock hard enough because the sound of skin slapping against skin is his favorite music. Youâre clenching like a vice around him, struggling to stretch around his girth, but those piercings are hitting all your sensitive spots. Once youâre wrecked, he will manhandle you like a ragdoll, flipping you on your stomach or back, feasting on your neck, covering your skin with bites, hickeys, scratches, printing in his memory your strained face, half-lidded eyes fluttering close every time his piercings are bullying your inside. He's a fucking freak yet an absolute sweetheart at the same time.
Usopp
5,5 inches - but will say 6 inches
Poor Usopp is way too self-conscious so he rounds up to 6, but honestly, heâs not small, just average length and girth, with a glistening brown tip and a few nice veins. Adorable moans when youâre jerking him off, shaky hands yet light-feathered touch whenever heâs touching you - so carefully, always afraid to mess up. âAm I doing this right?â It is probably the thing you will hear the most from him. He just needs a bit of guidance and reassurance. Letâs not forget this man is creative and has some good eyes. With enough patience and kindness, he will manage to map all your body and learn all your weaknesses.
Spooning is so soft.
Itâs sweet, he can kiss you on the back of your neck, targeting all those weaknesses he cautiously learned. The only thing that annoys him is probably his nose. As long as he can hold you, heâs not too picky. You being on top is nice because heâs sure to not mess up, his focus split between how beautiful you look and fingers brushing your skin softly to make you feel just nice. The feeling of skin against skin is pure paradise to him, so lotus is nice as well, itâs sensual, steamy, heâs feeling the gentle beats of your heart. âYouâre making me feel so goodâŚâ Heâs remembering every single detail of you, not only to please you, but also to draw you. Will randomly draw you whenever he has some time and then show it to you, as a reminder of how beautiful you are when consumed by bliss.
â*ｼďž:â*ď˝Ľďž please, reblog, like, comment if you like my work.
Šeustasskidagenda || do not rewrite, translate, modify or copy my content - beware, i bite: i'll eat you.
What if Jinshi had a plan for the aphrodisiac that Maomao made in S1 E2
Pairing: Jinshi X Female! Reader
Warnings: smut, consensual use of drugs, sex under influence of drug
Word Count: 2.2K
Maomao put the aphrodisiacs in a covered bag and handed it to Jinshi. âTheyâre quite potent, so I recommend taking just one at a time. Taking too many could overstimulate the blood flow and produce a nosebleed. Also, consumption should be limited to when the patient is alone with their partner.â
With these instructions duly conveyed, Jinshi stood up. Gaoshun and Hongniang left the room to prepare for his departure. Consort Gyokuyou likewise nodded to him, then left with the sleeping princess in a carrier.
As Maomao went to clean up the plate of bread, she smelled a sweet aroma from behind her.
âThank you. I put you to quite a bit of trouble.â The voice was sweet, too, like honey. She turned in time to see Jinshi waving at her as he left the room.
âI get it.â When she looked at the plate, she discovered one of the pieces of bread was missing. She had an idea where it was. âI just hope no one gets hurt,â Maomao muttered, but she didnât seem to think it had much to do with her.
The night was still young.
__________________________________________
As Jinshi and his party departed from the Palace, he couldn't help but think about the aphrodisiacs. He thought about all the ways in which those small chocolates could enhance his time with you. He couldn't wait to use them.
During the journey home, he was still mulling over the details in his head, he was so deep in thought that he didn't speak a word throughout the whole journey. Something Gaoshun noted with no great delight.
Walking into his chambers he sees you lounging in the living area, a book in one hand and cup of tea in the other. It was so cute and adorable to see you relaxing and reading a book.
He took a moment to appreciate the sight before saying, "I have something to show you".
Peering up from your book you see your husband and a small bag that heâs pulled out from his robes. Jinshi smiled as he saw that you had put down your book and was now peering curiously at the little brown bag. He walked closer and said
"I brought something back from the palace"
âOh, What is it? A treat?â
âYou could say that" Jinshi smiled. He couldnât keep the grin off his face.
He opens the small bag in front of you revealing some cacao and a small piece of bread.
âIt smell delicious!â you say reaching for a piece.
Jinshi caught your hand by the wrist, he was so quick and smooth that you didn't even have a chance to take a bite.
"Not yet" he says laughed lightly.
âNot yet?â You echo.
Jinshi couldn't help but smile at hearing your sweet, curious response, he looked at you with such fondness.
"There's a reason it hasn't been eaten yet" he informs you.
âIs there something wrong with it? It smells fine to me?â You say inspecting the food laid down in front of you.
Jinshi chuckled he couldn't help it when you had this adorable expression on your face, he pulled you a bit closer so that your faces were close together.
"It is fine, it's just... There's something you should know before you eat it"
Jinshi was so close to you, you could feel his breath against your skin and his eyes were fixed on yours.
"You see, this is not a normal piece of food" He said in a very soft tone. âItâs an aphrodisiac.â
âYou brought me home an aphrodisiac? Where did you even get these from?â You say sceptically.
Jinshi smiled at that as he pulled you even closer, he leaned so close that your faces were almost touching.
âI have my ways of acquiring things" He replied in a smooth, sensual tone. âThe new apothecary needed a little test. I must say her results speak for themselves.â
âAnd you want to try these, with me?â
Jinshi nodded slightly. He was so close and he could smell your scent, the subtle smell of your hair and skin, the sweet scent of your perfume. He regrets that his office work leaves him with little time for his wife.
"I do" He replied in a low and sensual tone.
âOkay.â You say slightly jittery. âLetâs try it.â
Jinshi took one last moment to look at your face, studying the expressions, he could see the slight hint of apprehension, the excitement of trying something new, the nervousness and the slight tingle of anticipation.
He leaned even closer and said "Are you sure? Donât think I need you to do this.â
âYouâve been busy lately, Iâve missed having my moon prince to myself.â you say caressing his face.
Jinshi smiled at that because you had hit the mark so well, his duties as the manager of the rear palace had been keeping him quite busy lately, leaving him little time to spend with you. He was also a little exhausted these past few days, he had been going without rest or sleep.
"Iâve been so busy, Iâm sorry if Iâve been neglecting you" he replied in a slightly apologetic tone.
âNone of that, tonight I just want us to have some fun together.â You say with a playful smile. It was rare you had your husband home at a reasonable time. Why not celebrate a little?
Jinshi watched you, you looked so adorable as you picked up the bread. He thought that there was no way that he could say no to you, especially when you looked so sweet and charming.
"I guess Iâve no choice but to obey my lovely wife" he says adoringly.
You tear the bread in two handing him a piece. Jinshi took the piece of bread that you handed him, he could smell the sweet aroma. It looked so soft and fluffy, the scent made his mouth water. He took a bite of the bread while looking at you.
"Mmmm, itâs good"
âDelicious and so sweet!â
Jinshi agreed as he took another bite, he savoured the taste on his tongue and tasted the sweetness in his mouth. He thought it was funny how the aroma of the bread matched your expression, so sweet.
He put another piece in his mouth and said
âYou taste sweeter thoughâ.
Jinshi smiled as he saw your cheeks flush, so adorable and cute. He was enjoying watching the different expressions on your face.
âWould you like a taste.â You say kissing him. He was so smug sometimes but it was also easy to turn the tables on him.
Jinshi kissed you back, the taste of the sweet bread still lingered on your lips. He couldn't help it, he wanted to taste you, you were so intoxicating. You always made him so needy. He cupped the sides of your face while he kissed you, he ran his tongue along your lip, trying to explore your mouth to taste you more. He broke the kiss only when he felt the need to breathe
âYes, moreâ.
You kiss him harder climbing onto his lap. Jinshi felt your body against his own, your legs on each side of his waist, you were so close to him that there was almost no space between you two. He let out a soft moan, the feeling of your body against his was so intoxicating. He placed his hands on your thighs, he was just feeling you, your body felt so warm against him, he wanted to be closer to you, he wanted to feel more of you.
Jinshi lifted you up, he held you bridal style, your body was so light and easy for him to carry. He carried you like that all the way to the bed and set you down, your legs still wrapped around his waist as he looked down at you. Your faces were so close together, you could feel his breath against your skin while he was looking at you.
The passion and desire was so strong, Jinshi couldn't hold back any longer. Your body was so close to his own, he wanted to feel more of you, he wanted to be as close to you as possible. Every touch felt like an electric current, sending chills down his spine. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure that you both were feeling. The aphrodisiac feeding his desire.
Jinshi was teasing you with his fingers, they would brush against your centre in quick, short touches, almost as if he was testing you, testing to see how your body would respond. The touch was so light and delicate, it was sending shivers down the spine, as you felt your body react and quiver as he played with you, teasing you, making you ache for more.
âPut them in, please! I need you.â You cry.
Jinshi smiled at that tone, so needy, so desperate for him. He couldn't help it, he wanted to give you everything, he wanted you to feel so good. He replied in a low and deep tone
"Anything for you, my wife"
You let out a small gasp as you felt Jinshi's fingers, the feeling was so intense, it felt so good, your body was on fire. You could feel every little movement and touch, it was like Jinshi knew all the ways to make you feel amazing. Your body was reacting to his touch, your chest was rising and falling with each breath, your face was flushed and your eyes were shut in bliss.
Jinshi smiled as he watched you reach your peak, he was so proud and happy to see you look so satisfied and pleased. He pulled his hand out and looked at your face, your face was flushed and your eyes were closed, you were breathing heavily and your whole body was trembling. He could see the look of satisfaction on your face and couldn't help but say
"Look at you, so delightful and beautiful" he said pleased.
You watch as he put his fingers in his mouth tasting you. Licking his fingers like they were covered in honey. He watched as you observed him, your eyes were wide as you watched him. He loved the look in your eyes, it was such a cute reaction.
"Mmm, sweet and delicious. I could just eat you up.â
âLater, right now I want a taste of my husband.â
Jinshi let out a soft sigh as you kissed and nibbled your way across his body. Your touch felt so good, it was an electric sensation, each kiss and bite made him shiver. Your lips and tongue had a very delicate and soft touch, he was so overwhelmed by your kisses that it made him feel like he was in a daze, the only thing he could think about was you.
"Ahhh, Y/N"
âWant to take care of you.â You say still kissing him into a daze.
"Then take care of me, please" he whined almost childlike.
Carefully you slide down onto him. Jinshi let out another soft sigh, this time it was slightly deeper and longer, you could hear the pleasure in his voice.
"Ahhhh, my wife, you are perfect"
You could feel his body trembling as you moved around him, he was so overwhelmed by your touch and the pleasure that you were making him feel.
Jinshi tried to hold back, but every movement from you, your touch and your lips were making it impossible to control himself. He was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it was making him shake, your touch was like an addiction, he couldn't get enough of you, he wanted to be as close to you as possible. His pace had turned strong and relentless.
"Mmmmm, my wife, you are so wonderful"
As you moved your body, rocking against him, Jinshi could hardly hold himself back, he was struggling to keep control, he wanted to be able to hold back and cherish the moment, he wanted to savor every touch and kiss, but the pleasure that you were giving him was so intense and so strong that he could hardly find the strength to even hold his head up. His hands gripped at the sheets on either side of him, trying to hold himself together, the feeling was so overwhelming, he couldn't speak, he could only moan and whimper in response.
âYou're so good for me..."
Jinshi let out one last deep moan, your touch was so amazing and overwhelming that it was like you had brought him to another world, your touch was so sweet and perfect. He closed his eyes, completely at your mercy as you rocked against him, your body so close to his own, he had completely lost himself in the pleasure that you were giving him, he felt so close to you. When you had finally reached your peak, he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression still one of awe and wonder.
"P-perfect, absolutely perfect.â
Jinshi continued until you both finally reached your peak again, Jinshi was left breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. He was completely spent, his body and mind were so exhausted and overstimulated that he could barely think. His hand gently stroked your hair, running it through the long strands, you were still straddled on top of him, your bodies sweat-dampened and tangled together.
"Remind me to thank the apothecary next time I see her.â
The contract arrived before sunset the next day. Not a servantâs hand, nor a footmanâs shuffleâbut Lahan himself, who entered just after Lakan, his adoptive father. They stood at your threshold, Lahanâs robes unwrinkled, hair fizzed from the day but his eyes bright as stood behind his elder.
Lakan was just as you imagined: monocle and all. Awkward and powerful. A man who commanded respectâor at least the kind of fear that passed for it. Second only to the Emperor himself, and here he was, grinning like a loon at your father and brothers. It made you feel almost sorry for them. Almost.
Under different circumstances, you mightâve laughed.Standing side by side, the resemblance between Lahan and Lakan was strikingâthe slant of the eyes, the cut of the jaw. If Lahan aged like his uncle, perhaps he wouldnât grow fat or bald with time. Lucky you. There was something about those raven curls, slightly unkempt, that made your fingers ache to rake through them. Married life might not be as bad as you thought.
You exhaled quietly, a thin breath of relief, as the pair settled into the morning room, where your father and brothers called for drinks to celebrate. You remained seated on the veranda, eyes narrowed as they guzzled liquor like fools. They could barely see through the fog of their own greedâblind to the predators smiling before them.
Lahan did not sit with his adoptive father. Instead, he slid toward your seat at the edge of the room.
Without flourish, he handed you the scroll, his gaze flicking briefly past you toward the quiet of your private quarters. You didnât bother asking if heâd worked through the night. Of course he had. Ink still clung faintly to his fingertips.
âI expect you to read it in full,â he said. âThereâs a clause for annulment. One for inheritance division. Family support. Even a stipulation concerning the use of shared ink.â
You lifted a brow. âShared ink?â
âIâm particular,â he replied, adjusting his glasses with one long, ink-smudged finger. âI donât wish for you to disrupt my routines. While your handwriting is exquisite, I wonât have it corrupt my standards. Iâll see to it you receive proper instrumentsâas a wedding gift.â
You accepted the scroll, your fingers brushing hisâwarm, calloused, the hands of a man who wielded quills like weapons. For a moment, he lingered. Just a second. Long enough to make the air taut.
You laughed softly, trailing your fingers along the crisp edges of his perfectly symmetrical script. His gaze met yoursâunblinking. It made you look away first, your attention snapping back to the parchment.
And with that, your betrothal began. No pomp. No fanfare. Just a scroll and your brothers and fathers getting drunker and drunker under Lakanâs watchful eye.
Your brothers and father didnât even acknowledge you. Not a word. Not a glance. They signed you off to the La clan like livestockâwithout hesitation, without thought.
Your eyes skimmed the document. For what you were expecting, it was generous. Pin money far exceeded what your father had ever allotted you. There was control over the household budgetâthough supervised, of course. You paused at a clause.
âA house?â you asked.
âItâs the most economical,â he said. âClose enough for me to conduct business and attend court. Tradition favors a separate home for a married couple. I suspect you wouldnât enjoy living with my father and his peculiarities.â
You snorted. âA fair assumption.â
âIâve already ordered the master bedroom to be cleaned. It should do us fine.â
âA shared chamber?â you repeated, blinking. That was... unorthodox. You were fairly certain your mother hadnât even seen your fatherâs bedchamber in a decade, let alone shared one.
âItâs efficient,â he said flatly. âSaves on fuel in winter and reduces laundering in summer.â
Despite his tone, you couldnât help laughing.
âI suppose having a wife does have its benefitsâbeyond heating bills and cutting down on chores.â
He gave no answer. But the corner of his mouth twitched, just slightly.
Then he turned to go, heading toward the cluster of men and you followedÂ
âWait.â
The drink had been flowing too freelyâyour father already halfway through his second glass before Lahan had even finished listing the clauses. He leaned back in his chair, grinning with the loose, thoughtless bravado that came with fermented confidence.
âWe are honored by your choice of our daughter,â he said, raising his goblet lazily in your direction. âObviously, a widow with no children yet. Married two years and nothing. But Iâm sure sheâll provide good heirs, if sheâs anything like her mother. If not, you can always sell her to a brothel. Thatâs all she's good for. Wellâthat and running a house.â
Your spine locked.
Lakan didnât flinch.
âPerhaps,â he said coolly, âif her previous husband hadnât been old enough to be my father, she might have been able to bear something more than shame. Lord Hun was a lecher.â
The room stilled.
Your father let out a brittle laugh, trying to shrug it offâuntil his elbow clipped his goblet.
The drink sloshed violently, a dark splash streaking across your lap and sleeves. The wine bloomed against your pale fabric, blooming like bruises in the wake of a slap.
You hissed and stepped backââand nearly lost your footing.
But Lahan was there.
His arm circled your waist with startling precision, the other bracing your back as though heâd anticipated the stumble before it happened. His fingers curled at your ribs, solid and warm even through the soaked fabric.
Your breath caughtânot from the fall, but from his touch. The rough pads of his fingers, calloused from both pen and paper, brushed your side. And far, far too close to skin youâd only ever let a husband see and touch
Your thoughts betrayed youâtreacherous, vivid. You imagined those same fingers pressing somewhere else. Inside you. Measuring, coaxing, cataloguing. Mapping your pleasure like a scribe recording sacred knowledge.
You cleared your throat. Stepped back. âExcuse me,â you murmured. The heat in your cheeks was no longer just from the wine. âI need to change.â
You turned and left before another word could be said.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You didnât hear him follow.
But when you stepped out of your dressing room, newly wrapped in fresh linens, he was already thereâleaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his posture deceptively casual. Yet, your eyes caught the oddly symmetrical alignment of the ornaments lining the hallway, a silent testament to his unyielding precision even in the smallest details.
âAre you well?â Lahan asked, voice low, eyes steady.
âIâm dry,â you replied, arching a brow. âIf thatâs what you mean.â
His gaze dippedâbrief, clinicalâto the belt tied at your waist and below that. He said nothing, but his fingers tensed where they rested, a twitch barely visible beneath the fold of his sleeves.
You stepped toward him, unhurried. The robe whispered around your legs with every stride, soft against your freshly cleaned skin. âYou seemed⌠displeased,â his said, voice light but probing. âAt your father's comment.â
A flicker crossed your faceâconfusion, quickly masked. âWhat?â
âYour father,â Lahan said, slower this time. âWhen he asked about children and his vile comment should you fail to create them.â
Ah. That.
The words reopened something raw, something you kept sealed beneath careful indifference. Because everyone assumed the lack of an heir was your failure. That your womb was barren, that your beauty was hollow. They whispered behind their hands, wondering what flaw must have hidden beneath your fine silks.
When in truth, your late husband had been too old, too feeble, too far gone into decay to be any sort of manâcertainly not a husband. It had been a mercy, really, the impotence. At least you hadnât had to endure the press of sagging flesh and rancid breath being panted onto you. Heâd only ever wanted the performanceâyour body beside his, your voice low and sweet, as you did what he couldn't.
You'd acted the part perfectly. But it wasnât your failure, and certainly not worth selling you to a brothel.
âI assure you,â you said now, stepping closer still, your voice silk-wrapped steel, âI can provide an heir. If thatâs what you desire. â
You reached for himâjust a touch. Deliberate. Your fingers brushed his wrist, where the calloused edges of his hand had earlier ghosted along your ribs. You traced that place now, slow, intentional, searching the marble perfection of his skin.
âMy previous husbandâŚâ you began, and let the words drip with something darker, âwas unable to perform. So I had to get creative.â
Your hand slid up, then down again, toying with the lapel of his robe.
âYouâll find Iâm more than proficient.â
Lahanâs throat bobbed, his expression unreadable, though his stillness had shiftedâno longer detached, but held in place by tension barely leashed. Still, he said nothing.
You leaned in, just enough to let the heat of your body press against the cool discipline of his.
âTell me,â you whispered, lips near his ear. âYouâve never touched a woman before, have you?â
His jaw ticked again. He held your gazeâbut didnât deny it.
You smiled slowly. âHow disciplined. How... frustrating.â
Still, he said nothing. Just stood there, cloaked in silence. But the quiet wasnât passive anymoreâit vibrated with something unspoken, something nearly feral. The air between you pulsed, thick with restraint.
âWell,â you murmured, your voice dipping into a sultry drawl, âyouâve chosen to marry. It would be such a waste if you didnât... utilize your rights.â
A twitchâjust the barest flickerâmoved through one of his hands.
You closed the remaining distance, the hem of your robe whispering against the front of his tunic. âYouâre a man of precision,â you said. âI trust, when the time comes, youâll apply it... generously.â
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and smoothâvelvet-wrapped steel.
âYou presume it will be you who gives instruction.â
Your brows lifted, lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. âOh?Are you educated? OrâŚDo you plan to educate yourself? â
His expression didnât falterâbut something in his eyes shifted. Narrowed. Grew colder. Sharper.
âNo,â he said simply.
You tilted your head, mock-thoughtful. âThen I do suggest you get yourself educated.â You stepped even closer, your breath now mingling with his. âExperience, my lord,â you said, voice barely more than a purr. âIs the best teacher.â
Your fingers grazed the edge of his robe againâthis time slower, bolder. âAnd I,â you added, âam an excellent tutor.â
You let your eyes drift lazily over his face as if appraising a particularly fine, if untested, blade. âBrothels are the usual places, I supposeâŚâ You paused, pretending to consider. âBut they tend to focus rather heavily on male pleasure.â Your voice turned languid. âThen again, Iâm sure I can manage to satisfy myself if youâre not up to the task. After allâfemale pleasure does require... meticulous timing and precision.â
Your gaze flicked back to his, deliberate and daring. âDo you have that, Lahan? Precision?â
He blinkedâjust once. But it was real, unguarded.
âI assure you,â he said, voice a notch lower, âI am a perfectly adequate student.â
Your eyes dropped toward the corridor beyond himâtoward the sound of distant laughter echoing faintly through the stone. âMy father and brothers will be several cups deep by now,â you said. âWould you care to put that to the test?â
His head tilted, ever so slightly. The edge of his lip twitched, as if suppressing a response he hadnât quite rehearsed. âI⌠require time to study,â he murmured. âIâcannot have this sprung on me! Where am I to take notes?â
You stepped in again, this time brushing your body deliberately against his arm. Soft fabric against firm muscle, linen against heat.
âThereâs no need for notes, future husband,â you murmured, stepping into his shadow. Then, softerâmore deliberateââJust study me well, husband. I expect a thoroughly educated husband.â
His breath caughtâquiet, but audible. His hand hovered at his side, uncertain. You watched it, half-smiling, as if daring him to use it. For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.
Then: âDo you mean to seduce me?â he asked, quiet and unblinking.
Your smile deepened, slow and dangerous. âNo, my lord,â you said, turning just enough to let your shoulder graze his chest as you whispered against his skin. âI mean to see if you really are as quick as they say you are.â
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You rocked your hips against his hand, the fabric of your robe bunched tight at your waist, legs straddling his thigh. His fingers moved inside youâslow, searching, deliberateâas if mapping every contour, every hidden response. Lahanâs hat had been ripped from his head in a flash of impatience, his unruly curls bouncing with each movement as you ground your body against his. The dressing chair beneath you was solid, sturdy enough to hold your weightâand the intensity of your motion.
His brows knit together, not in confusion but in deep concentration. You could feel itâthat razor-sharp focus. Not lust-blind or frenzied. He was observing, calculating every shiver, every subtle twitch like a scholar intent on solving a complex equation perfectly. The tension in your thighs. The tremble in your breath. The tight clench around his fingers.
âCurl your fingers,â you gasped, voice trembling as you gripped his shoulder harder as you moved.
He obeyed instantlyâno hesitation, no smugnessâonly pure, eager willingness to learn.The motion made you arch, your back bowing instinctively. A soft moan slipped past your lips before you could catch it, raw and honest. That one hit homeâdeep and tightâdrawing a flicker of response you hadnât expected to share.
âThere,â you breathed, voice low and thick with heat, âjust like thatââ
His jaw flexed, the tension in his face shifting. A flicker of something broke through the calm surfaceânot desire, not yetâbut interest. Scientific. Ravenous. Analytical.
âKeep watching me,â you said between shallow, ragged breaths. ââYour learning sooo well.ââ
Another slow, measured thrust. Then a curling of fingersâperfect, precise. You moaned loud and unbridled. You thanked the spirits that your family were oblivious to when they were drunk.Â
âYou react most intensely here,â he murmured, pressing against that spot again, angling just right, probing deeper. âAnd when I do thisââ
Another curl.
You whimpered, knees threatening to buckle beneath you, caught between the fire rising inside and the electric thrill of his calculated touch.
âYour inner walls tighten by approximately⌠two degrees of resistance,â Lahan murmured, his voice calm, measuredâalmost disturbingly clinical. âI cannot see well enough to determine which finger movement yields superior results. For accuracy... I will need you fully displayed.â
You shouldâve been embarrassed.
You werenât.
You were blazingâheat curling in your belly, fire licking beneath your skin. His words, spoken like a physicianâs hypothesis, only stoked it further. He wasnât just touching you; he was studying you like a rare, exquisite specimen. And gods help you, right now you wanted to be his favorite subject.
His touch was no longer tentative or awkwardâit was methodical, like a cartographer mapping unknown terrain. Every subtle twitch, every involuntary clench was data, precisely recorded. There was no stumbling, no guesswork. Just relentless, unyielding curiosity.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you panted, hips grinding insistently against his palm, urging him on.
âAnd youâreâŚâ His voice softened, almost hesitant, âbreathtaking. Perfectly symmetrical â
Your head dropped forward, resting against his shoulder, a soft, broken moan slipping from your lips as your body clenched around his fingersâtight, pulsing, unbearable. The climax didnât crash like the storm you once chased while mounting phallus. Noâthis consumed you differently. It was clean, final, irrefutable. A sharp cry tore from your throat as it overtook you.
Lahan held you through it, unmoving except for the steady, deliberate pressure of his fingers curled deep inside you, as though anchoring your body to its own pleasure, refusing to let go until every last tremor had passed.
You sagged against him, breath hitching, pulse fluttering wildly against his neck.
And then you heard it. A quiet exhale. Not satisfaction. Not admiration. Annoyed
You blinked, still panting, your body humming and spent.
âIs⌠something wrong?â you murmured, voice fragile in the heavy silence.
Lahanâs lips pressed into a thin, tight line. His eyes, which had moments before been wide with silent reverence, narrowed now in a puzzled, almost dismayed frown behind his glasses âOne,â he muttered, mostly to himself.
ââŚExcuse me?â Your voice was a whisper, breathless and incredulous.
âOne orgasm. Singular. Itâs... unbalanced.â Lahanâs tone was clipped, as if the very idea offended his precise nature. âOdd-numbered. It lacks symmetry. Continuity. Completion.â
You stared at him for a beat, still sprawled over his lap, your robe slipping from one shoulder to reveal flushed, glistening skinâmarked by the aftershocks of your release.
âYouâre upset because I came once?â
He looked at you as though youâd suggested he misfile his ledgersâa notion as absurd as it was offensive.
âOdd numbers disturb me,â he said flatly, eyes sharp, voice earnest. âYouâve disrupted the sequence.â
Despite yourself, a laugh spilled from your lipsâhalf disbelief, half delight, bubbling up like a secret triumph.
âYou mean to tell me,â you said, trailing a fingertip down the sharp line of his jaw, âthat unless I come twice, youâll be too⌠unsettled to concentrate?â
He nodded solemnly, completely serious.
Your smile curved slow and dangerous. âOh, Iâm not the one whoâs unbalanced,â you purred, smoothing your robe with a practiced, languid elegance. âI feel perfectly satisfied.â
His jaw flexed, a subtle muscle twitch betraying him. âYouâre enjoying this,â he said, voice flat but edged with something unreadable.
âMmm.â You leaned in close, your breath grazing the shell of his ear. âI think I like you best just like thisâglasses slightly askew, fingers wet, and one orgasm short of a proper equation.â
His body stiffened. That did it. The twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed the crack in his armor.
You straightened, casting a slow, sweeping glance over himâstill fully clothed, still composed, at least outwardly. Save from a rather impressive outline of his straining cock. But you knew better now. Knew how tightly coiled he was beneath that veneer of silk and calculation.
âNext time,â you said, voice smooth as silk, âI get to touch you.â
His fingers slipped free from where theyâd rested against youâglossed with your essence.
You brought his hand to your lips, your touch deliberate.
Lahan stilled.
Your mouth closed around his fingersâone by oneâyour tongue tracing the length of each with slow, meticulous precision. His breath hitchedâjust onceâand you felt it like a quiet victory. When you reached his index fingerâthe very one that had curled perfectly inside youâyou gave it one last lingering lick before letting his hand fall back to his side.
With that, you stepped away, leaving him alone in the dressing room. The door clicking softly shut behind you.
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments. It made writing this so exciting. I hope you like it.
I might write more Lahan fics with my lovely reader. Please let me know how you found Lahan in this chapter. I am still trying to balance the right amount weird with nerd.
I think Caleb is the kind of guy that would learn English for you.
You and him would have a language barrier, you speak English and he speaks Chinese but that wouldnât stop him from learning English to talk to you. He would take classes, and each time you see him he has already learned more sentences to impress you with.
âWe should..goâŚto theâŚ.uhâŚâ He begins to shape out a building with his hands, still struggling to make out the words he knows he can say, but it just wonât come out, âMoâŚmovie! Movie theater!â
His accent is so heavy and shaky, as opposed to when he speaks confidently in his native language you start just smiling at him when he speaks to you as if he were a puppy opening his eyes for the first time.
âYes.â You giggle holding his warmed cheeks, he was already melting into your touch, âYes letâs go to the movies.â
He made sure to take you to a romance flick, not only because he knows you love them, but to also grab a few pointers and phrases to let you know how much he really loves you.
English be damned heâs willing to learn every language you know .
Heyooooo!!! May I request angry make up sex with Zayne??? pretty plesseeeeeeeeđĽşđĽş thank youuu and have a great day/nighttttt
still yours pairing: ex-bf!Zayne x f!Reader
content: mdni, angst and smut, jealousy, drinking, piv sex, bathroom sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, breakup/making up
You broke up with your boyfriend three weeks ago.
So what, exactly, was he doing here?
"What did you say you did for work again? Sorry," You apologized, forcing a smile on your face as you tried to focus on your date.
But it was a teensy bit difficult when you could feel the daggers being drilled into your skin from across the restaurant.
"Finance," The handsome man across from you answered, whiskey hitting the table with a clink while he started on another long spiel about numbers or whatever it was he did, an itch you couldn't scratch clawing for attention under the surface as you nodded and hm-ed along.
Zayne just wouldn't stop staring.
Showing up while you were on a first date, casually sipping on his own drink while some girl chattered in his ear one seat over, while he only eyed you - and your company tonight. Funny of him to find the time now to spend it chasing after you. Hadn't he just been too busy for a night out a handful of weeks ago?
He usually never drank either.
You guessed this must be a rare occasion for him - one you were no longer apart of.
Whatever.
Your attention was on your date, but your eyes kept shifting past him, catching glimpses of your ex you knew he noticed, his head nodding in acknowledgement at you, still so frustratingly polite.
Asshole.
If he wanted to be petty, you'd just have to remind him who was better at it.
"Hey," You interrupted your date, pitching your voice down to something soft, seductive as you tilted your head to the side. "Wanna go back to my place?"
"I was gonna order dessert first," He said, before it clicked that you were offering him a taste of something sweeter, blinking abruptly before eagerly nodding, pulling out his wallet to get out enough cash to cover the bill and tip so he could show you his.
It was a shame you still couldn't remember his name.
He really was cute.
"Great," You smiled, standing up and leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I'm just gonna run to the bathroom first."
You fixed the strap of your purse over your shoulder, heels clicking on the floor as you walked across the restaurant to the sign marked restrooms, slipping inside the woman's single-occupant one, about to shut and lock the door before someone's hand was shoved in the crack to stop it from closing.
And would anyone really blame you if you accidentally slammed the door shut? Maybe break a few of those fingers?
He was a doctor after all, he could patch himself up.
Your mouth opened, but you weren't even sure what you were going to say. Hadn't you expected this after all?
But then he was pushing the door open enough to slip inside, his usually cold features scrutinizing you up close now, taking in the full picture of your short dress and high heels, the makeup you'd carefully applied in the hopes your mascara would be running down your cheeks onto someone new's sheets by the end of the night.
"You should go," You sighed, returning his icy stare.
All the time you'd spent breaking down his indifferent exterior, pushing past how casually cold he used to be, just for you to end up back here anyway, strangers who used to sleep in the same bed, share meals and steal kisses.
"I hope you're not planning on leaving with him," Zayne replied, sharp and brusque. His focus centered on you, daring you to break eye contact even when he stepped forward.
"So what if I am?" You held your head up high, folding your arms across your chest. "We broke up. I'm not your problem anymore."
What else were you supposed to feel like when you were desperate for whatever scraps of his attention he could spare, overworked and exhausted every night he returned home late from the hospital?
"You're always mine," He muttered, hazel eyes flickering down to your lips as he bridged the distance between you, his hand sliding up your back to pull you into his chest. Your hand pressed flat against it, and maybe it was how fast his heart was beating, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.
His familiar cologne made your own pulse quicken, cold and clean and serious, you lungs straining to get in any air when he was looking at you like you were still the only object worthy of his affection.
"I'm not."
You didn't even believe yourself. Voice trembling as his soft lips caught your attention, pursed in a small frown at your words. You wondered if there'd ever be a part of you that didn't want to kiss him.
His free hand reached up, and in one quick movement, he pinched your cheek softly, as if he was scolding you.
"You're sure about that?"
You weren't.
And he knew it, because two seconds later, his lips were on yours, hard and firm, your back suddenly pressed against the chilly edge of the bathroom sink as he kissed you. Mouth trailing down your neck, the sharp edge of his nose ghosting over your skin as his lashes fluttered shut, a soft little groan leaving him when he hoisted you on top of the counter and hooked your thighs over his hip, teeth sinking into your collarbone.
"Z-Zayne," You murmured, knowing you should tell him to stop but unfortunately also aware you weren't going to.
He continued his delicate path down your chest, freeing your breasts from your dress to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue rolling over and sucking on the bud while you gasped at the contact.
Always a man on a mission.
This one, you supposed, was reminding you who his heart beat for.
Your own fingers fumbled for his belt, unbuckling it and making easy work of his button and zipper while he worshipped your breasts, starving kisses decorating your chest before he made his way back up your sternum, your chin tilting back to allow him access to trace a line all the way to your jaw, up, up, up to your lips again.
"Were you going to let him do this?" He whispered into the corner of your mouth.
"Still might," You cheekily cut in, teasing as you slipped two fingers underneath the band of his boxers.
Zayne scoffed.
You hadn't realized how much of a mistake it might've been until he was pulling your hand out - and his cock next.
Still as pretty and pale as you last remembered it, thick veins bulging as it stood thick and erect. A thin gloss of pre-cum was smeared over the tip, but you didn't get to see much more than that before he was tearing open a condom you couldn't fucking believe he had in his pocket. Blinking wide-eyed as he sheathed himself inside it, immediately shoving your underwear to the side and pulling you to the edge of the counter, bottoming out in one harsh thrust.
There was a brief burn, gasping at the sensation of being stretched around him, his tip pushing past the first ring of resistance and dragging along your walls until it was snugly grinding in as deep as he could.
"This," He pulled out, just to shove himself back in, making his point precise. "This is mine."
Where was this attitude a month ago?
"You can't just decide that," You hissed, your whispers unfortunately turning into a whine when he picked up the pace. Every stroke was brutal, his control slipping and spiraling further from his reach by the second, his hips slamming into your skin while his fingers dug into your thighs to hold you in place for him to fuck. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it'd bruise tomorrow, if his nails would leave little indents in your skin.
"I'll cut back on the hours, okay?" He spoke firmly, but his voice was strained, a little hoarse. Struggling to reign himself in when your cunt kept squeezing softly sinfully around him. "Just come home."
"I don't believe you," You argued, but it was getting harder to hold onto your anger when his cock was drilling deep enough you could feel him in your stomach.
"I mean it," He murmured, his voice softening into something that made your heart ache for him. Like he was trying to tell you he loved you even when he fucked you like he hated you.
He pulled you closer by your thighs, lifting you up to drive his dick in harder, faster. His tip grazed against the spongy spot in the back that made you tense, hips arching up instinctively. Zayne groaned, chasing that same reaction as he kept up the quick thrusts, making sure to slam into it again and again.
You wished he wasn't wearing a shirt. Wished you could rake your nails down his back, leave long scratches that'd make him wince in the shower, remind him why you were mad to start with.
"Say it," He muttered, not letting up, not slowing or showing any signs of stopping while you clawed at his shirt, balling up the fabric in your fists and clinging to him with every forceful bounce of your body.
You were too full to think, all you thoughts dissolving into desire, growing more fuzzy and lightheaded with every whimper he ripped from you. You'd nearly forgotten where you were until one of his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet, your moans muffled by his cold palm.
"Darling," He groaned as he buried himself back to the hilt, his voice dangerously low. "When I move my hand, I want you to tell me you're mine."
His thrusts stalled, letting his cock just throb inside you, waiting patiently for your response as if he really would stay here forever for you to say yes.
You nodded, not sure if you were drunk on his words or his promises or the possessive way he was fucking you, but really, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't still in love with him.
He removed his palm to cup your cheek, his pretty eyes searching your face for any sign of affection. Your lips curled up into a tired smirk, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. "I'm still yours, idiot."
That was all it took for him to resume the bruising pace, fucking you like he might never get the chance again, large hands holding onto you tight as he buried his face in your neck. You barely even processed the kisses he was pressing into your throat, to ask if he was really leaving hickies, when suddenly one of his hands had slipped between your thighs, nimble fingers massaging your clit in practiced motions.
There was hardly any buildup, the rubber band holding your sanity and sensibility together snapping as he increased the pressure on your needy bud, his controlled circles combined with the way his cock had you stuffed even fuller then dinner had you cumming fast. Undone and unraveled, tears probably wrecking your makeup just as much as he was wrecking the rest of you. He finished right as you started coming back done, your thighs still trembling and fists stiff in his shirt as he growled your name and filled the condom.
He was dotting more kisses on your cheek, making a few more serious promises of changing his schedule for you, switching to a less busy clinic if he had to, whatever you wanted for him to win you back. His brown still furrowed into a stoic expression, cock still twitching inside you as you rested your head on his shoulder and processed what the hell just happened.
You might be his, but he only got one more warning.
[ minors donât interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
there was no way to get out of your business trip, and you had been away from home for close to two weeks now. you figured that sylus would have been busy with his own work with onychinus as well-
that he wouldnât miss you as much as you missed him.
you came back to the n109 zone in the middle of the night, unable to wait until the morning. there was a reason behind your return home during these ungodly hours, and that was for the sole purpose of surprising your beloved with your early return.
entering the safe house, your heels clicked with a purpose across the marble flooring, with you unfastening them before tossing them aside as you made your way to your shared bedroom.
as you inched closer and closer to the door, you began to hear strangled moans, the sound causing you to rush forward when you peek through the door-
only to feel your mouth go dry in response to the scene settled in front of you.
on the bed was sylus with his back arched. wet sounds were heard echoing throughout the room as he fisted his hard cock within his hand, stroking it with such fervor that it made your knees clash together in response. from the way his breathing hitched and how his hand moved at a faster pace, it was clear that he was getting close to his release.
fueled by your desire, you swiftly enter the room, slamming the door wide open. sylus turns his head over toward the sudden sound, your name coming out of his lips in a drawn out groan, âam i dreaming, or is it really you, kitten?â
practically salivating at the mere sight of him, you move his hand away, allowing you to see his cock in its entirety before settling yourself between his legs. your eyes were eclipsed with darkness, tinged with lust as you gave his inner thigh a gentle kiss. âitâs me, sy, and i must say, you gave me one hell of a homecoming surprise.â
âi could say the same to you, sweetie.â with his hands lovingly gripping at your hair, you allow your fingers to trace the veins that surround his shaft. basking in the way you feel his cock pulsate in response to your soft touch, you give sylus a coy smile before surging toward him, taking in as much of him that you could fit into your mouth.
his response was immediate, hands further delving into your hair as he slowly guides you up and down his cock. the sensation of your hot mouth wrapped oh so sweetly around him was enough to make him nearly release-
and while you gave sylus the best reunion of his life, you were certain now that the onychinus leader had missed you just as much as you missed him.
unfortunately for you, zayne had been stuck at the hospital for a few days now, working overtime as he had been swamped with surgeries. your phone calls were always cut short while your texts had been left on read-
but you didnât fault zayne for his lack of communication, since you knew how stressful his job was. so instead of further bothering him with your calls and texts, you left him alone (ignoring how hard it was for you to do.)
a few days later, you began to worry about your boyfriend and decided to cook and pack up a nice meal for him. you knew that he must have not been eating well due to the lack of time. you bringing him a nice, home cooked meal was just one of many acts of love you didnât mind performing for your beloved doctor.
navigating through the halls of akso hospital with a practiced expertise, you head towards the floor that housed zayneâs office. as you neared the frosted glass door, you heard his groans coming from inside of the office, jostling the doorknob to find that it was locked. extracting the spare office key zayne had made for you, you quickly unlock the door while calling out to him-
âzayne!â
the rest of your words seemed to die against your throat, with your bag filled with food falling to the ground as zayneâs office door shuts on its own. zayne was settled back against his chair, his scrubs askew while his hair remained a tangled mess of ebony locks (appearing as though he had ran his hands through them).
yet perhaps what was more shocking was the sight of his pants pooled against his ankles while his cock was laid bare for all to see. you watch as beads of precum kept escaping from his cockhead, the sight of it all sending shivers down your spine when you take careful steps closer to him.
âhah⌠what are you doing here? arenât you⌠m-mad at me?â
you shake your head in response, taking off your skirt and panties before settling yourself on his lap. pressing your aching sex against his erection, you listen to zayneâs hitched breathing before stroking the side of his cock with your slick heat.
he tosses his head back, hands gripping at the armrest while his eyes remain clenched shut. âi was never mad at you.â you admit to him with a soft mewl, feeling the tip of his cock continuously brushing against your swollen clit.
âbut⌠you stopped calling and texting me- ngh!â you speed up your strokes, pressing yourself against his chest while allowing your honeyed arousal to coat at the underside of his cock. âhah⌠silly zaynie, i only did that to stop distracting you.â
he ends up gripping at your backside, âdonât ever stop texting or calling m-me, i need to hear your voice, honey.â
only when you promised to keep calling him did he finally surge forward, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss that swallows the rest of your moans.
were your eyes playing tricks on you?
or were you really seeing xavier, your usually calm and collected hunter boyfriend desperately rutting his hips against your pillow?
you had left for an extended amount of time, needing to attend a mandatory conference that was part of your job. sure, you and xavier kept in close contact through calls and texts throughout the month-
but you suppose it wasnât enough to ease xavier of his desperation for you.
not wishing to interrupt him, you take a closer peak, finally noticing how he had one of your oversized shirt covering the pillow. his eyes were clenched shut each time he buries his cock between the mattress and the pillow, letting out tiny whimpers of your name in between thrusts.
unable to ignore the ache felt between your legs, you announce your arrival home by slamming the door wide open. âhow cute⌠did you miss me that much, xavier?â
his eyes widen almost immediately, caught mid-thrust as his cock was hidden within the pillow once more. he lets out a low groan of your name, yet you were too focused on the outline of his cock straining against the pillow case.
âwould you like some help?â you ask the philos prince casually, taking off your clothes as he tossed aside your pillow. he settles himself back in bed, grabbing you by the wrist once you were left bare for him as you land on him.
your legs were settled on either sides of his waist when you felt xavier gripping at your waist before slamming you down on his cock was a startling accuracy. you were unable to speak now, solely focused on the way xavier met your hips in an upward thrust, as evident of how much he had needed you this past month.
you enter your boyfriendâs luxurious home, softly calling out his name.
ârafayel? where are you?â
you go deeper into the house, frowning a bit when you heard several wet sounds coming from his studio. was he busy mixing paint for his latest commission?
stepping closer to the room the lemurian had made into his studio, you slowly open the door, about to call out his name when the sight of rafayel naked while settled on the couch makes you nearly stop breathing.
his groans and pants of your name echo throughout the room, with his hips rutting into what looked like a toy. his cock kept disappearing into the flesh colored toy, the squelching sounds of his cock pumping with a desperation into it filling you with a ridiculous amount of envy.
it didnât matter that he was currently whimpering your name while fucking himself into the fleshlight-
only you should get the privilege of riding his cock.
âyouâre so desperate and needy that you couldnât wait for me?â
rafayelâs attention snaps back to you, eyes going bleary for a brief moment before smirking back at you. upon seeing you, he tosses the now useless toy aside, spreading his legs while further revealing his pretty cock to you.
with a come hither expression, you toss aside your clothes, remaining bare for him while eager to show him how itâs really done.
you came home from work a bit later than usual, returning to your shared apartment with caleb as you announced your return home.
as you take off your heals, you purse your lips at the silence that greets you. strange, caleb was usually home at this time, yet you heard no response from him.
âcaleb?â you try once more to announce your arrival, stepping into the kitchen. your heart melts upon seeing your plate of dinner at the dining table-
yet your colonel was still nowhere in sight.
going deeper into the apartment, you saw that the light was on in the laundry room. feeling the excitement coursing through your veins, you knew that caleb had to be in the midst of washing your clothes, with you now tiptoeing toward the room in hopes of surprising him.
yet what you saw ends up taking your breath away instead.
his back was facing you, yet you could see how your hamper filled with your clothes was settled next to him. as you trail your eyes toward the ground, you realize that a bunch of your panties had been left on the floor, further accentuating your confusion.
you nearly jump back when caleb lets out a series of groans, his hands seeming to move rapidly against⌠something. stepping closer to him, you strain your head towards his front only to feel the heat blossoming from within your veins at the sight of caleb fucking his erection into one of your lace panties.
the flimsy fabric was wrapped securely around calebâs hard cock, and he was stroking himself with the soft material. you must have made a noise since caleb immediately meets your gaze, magenta eyes now hidden by darkness as he lets out a groan of your name.
yet perhaps what was more sinful was how he didnât stop his movements even when he was caught.
ângh, hah, i would say it isnât what it looks like, pipsqueak, but⌠hah⌠itâs hard to make up an excuse. you must think iâm pathetic, right?â you meet his gaze, noticing how his cheeks were stained a bright scarlet hue, yet instead of teasing him-
you end up helping him.
taking off your clothes, you climb on top of the washer and spread your legs for him, earning an almost feral look from your boyfriend. âcome on, toss aside those ruined panties and fuck this instead.â
needing no further urging from you, caleb tosses the lace panties to the ground, allowing it to join with your other collections before surging forward. he captures your lips in a searing kiss, distracting you from the sight of his cock felt tracing at your outer lips before sliding within your heat.
he sets a rapid pace, bracing the palm of his hand against the washing machine as you felt yourself losing all of your senses-
succumbing yourself to calebâs desperate lovemaking.
end notes: hhhhh the way i would just jump on all of their dicks immediately if i caught them đââď¸đ¤¤
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
How could he when you come to him crying big crocodile tears, sobbing how no matter what you do you canât seem to cum, how you think you must be broken, how no one would ever want such a hard-to-please woman in their bed.Â
As if he hasnât spent years watching you, waiting for you, knowing damn well that the problem isnât you.
So of course Caleb, being such a kind and thoughtful gege, has to prove you wrong, right?
He does. Over. And over. And over again. That is, until youâre crying in overstimulation, writhing away from his punishing thrusts, clawing against the sheets as you try to run from the pleasure-turned-pain.
Or, tried to.
âNuh-uh, sweetheart. Where do you think youâre going?â
Youâre running? No, no you canât run away, not when heâs already spent his entire fucking life chasing you.Â
Calebâs voice is teasing, raspy and sweet, but thereâs nothing playful about the way his Evol surges to life with a mere crook of his finger, dragging you back along the mattress and pinning you down as he takes his sweet time crawling back to you.Â
Trapped, your breath hitches as you feel the weight of him settle over you, his intimidating frame caging you in, tracing featherlight kisses along your spine in such a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he was fucking you earlier. His hands roam, slow and deliberate, kneading your ass as he repositions himself behind you.
"If I let you go," he murmurs, "you promise not to run?"
Run? Why did you even want to run? You canât remember now, not as you viciously nodding your head as much as is allowed under the control of his Evol, already arching your back into his touch as Caleb nips and marks your sticky inner thighs.Â
âGood girl.â The pressure disappears.Â
Immediately, Caleb replaces it, his entire body pressing you down before you can so much as take a proper breath. His arm snakes around your throat, flexing just enough to remind you whoâs in control, the bulging, thick mass of his bicep choking you deliciously when you attempt to squirm or beg.
Heâs got you in a headlock, the rest of his corded body pressing down atop you until your chest is squished to the mattress, ass pressed against Calebâs pelvis, the combined pressure enough for you to be seeing stars. A drooling, overstimulated mess.
It doesnât help that heâs practically panting like a dog in your ear, whining as he already begins thrusting himself back into your cunt, delirious moans of your name and filthy praises cooed right into your ear, words barely distinguishable with how hard heâs breathing.Â
âAww p-poor thing.â Caleb pants, voice wrecked, whiny with need as he grinds himself against you. His pace is already brutal, his thrusts sharp and unforgiving, every desperate snap of his hips forcing a cry from your throat as his grip tightens, choking you deliciously every time you so much as try to squirm.âCan you be good for me? Be my sweet little girl and cum for daddy.â
It shouldnât be hot, Caleb, your gege, calling himself daddy, it shouldnât have you sobbing out an unintelligible plea as another orgasm builds, seizing up your body in tight, aching waves. And yet here you are, loosing your fucking mind at it.
âPlease,â you gasp, voice muffled as you sink your teeth into his bicep, embarrassed by the desperate sound of your own voice. âPlease, daddy.â
For the first time in thirty minutes, you feel Caleb stop.Â
Heâs frozen entirely, dick hot and throbbing with need within you, each shaky breath hitting your ear as he pressed down closer, flattening, suffocating you into the mattress as you feel the growl come from his throat. You can hear the way his lips curl into a grin.Â
âYou wanna say that again, princess?â
Whining, you try and arch your back further, wiggling your hips up as you try and bait Caleb into continuing, into giving you that release that was only just out of reach. But he wasnât having any of that bratty attitude tonight.Â
âBehave.â Calebâs arm tightens, and your vision swims. âI asked you a question. You need daddy toâah shit you tightened, dirty girlâ fuck you nice and full, hmm? Fuck you stupid?âÂ
A fresh wave of humiliation burns down your spine, but it doesn't matter. Youâll say whatever he wants if it means he moves, if it means he chokes you more, if it means he finally gives you what you need one more time.Â
âYes, mâclose, please daddy! Pleaseâahâlet me cum one more time.âÂ
Caleb just snaps.
His grip tightens instinctively. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel it, enough to make your breath stutter, your body jolt like the sweet little thing you are under his grasp. His entire frame tenses above you, muscles coiling so tightly itâs like heâs holding himself together with sheer willpower alone. But itâs already slipping.
"Fucking," His voice breaks, dissolving into a strangled groan as he buries his face against your neck, breathing you in like a man starved. "Fuck that shouldnât be so hot, it really shouldnâtâ"
Like you haven't already wrecked him beyond repair.
Calebâs Evol comes back full force, pushing you prone against the mattress so you canât feel anything but him, the arm around your throat dropping so his hand can press against your belly instead, pinning you down as he fucks into you so deep, so hard, you swear you can feel him in your lungs. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back just enough for his lips to smash onto yours, sloppy, desperate, sucking at your bottom lip as the two of you jolt with each thrust.Â
"You have no fucking idea," Caleb laughs against your lips, the words a feverish, choked-out confession, "how long I've wanted to do this to you."
Itâs almost like heâs hammering that truth into you, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, the sound of skin on skin nearly drowned out by your own sobs of pleasure.
"Calebâ"
"Say it again," he demands, not even trying to keep his composure anymore. "Say it for me, princess. Say it like you mean it."
"Daddyâ"
"Fuck."
Caleb really didn't need another kink, he really didn't need to imagine you calling him all these filthy things on top of every other sinful thing he's already imagined you doing. It must be divine punishment, because god was he into it.
Practically collapsing on top of you, Caleb's barely pulling out before grinding right back in as deep as he can get, like he can barely think to part from you even for a moment, like he needs to feel every twitch, every squeeze, every shudder of your overstimulated body. His hands roam wildly, equally greedy, kneading and groping every tender curve like heâs trying to memorize every inch of you, like heâs claiming you in ways heâs never let himself before. And fuck, youâre close.Â
Caleb notices, of course he notices, nibbling the shell of your ear as the arm around your throat tightens, the other going right back to abusing your clit as you squirt all over him with a scream.Â
âAw thatâs it, keep cumming sweet thing.â Calebâs voice is the only thing grounding you, your entire body, your vision trembling as you begin to lose consciousness. The only thing you can think of is Caleb. Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!
You donât even realize youâre screaming his name over and over again as you squirt down both of your thighs, making a mess against the already ruined sweat-slicked sheets beneath the two of you. Youâre so damn messy. He loves it.
Convulsing, walls fluttering around him like youâre made for him, a sweet temptation Caleb is so laughably weak against as he follows, humping against you like a mad dog as his breath shatters into desperate, shaky moans of your name, spilling inside you with a force that has you sobbing with pleasure.
âOh, princess,â he rasped, his tongue tracing over the tear-streaked path down your cheek before pressing a soft, almost mocking kiss to your jaw. âShh, itâs alright, donât cry. Your gege is here, your daddy will take good care of you, promise.â
Rafayel âąâ ââ the desperate
Youâre going to have to call in sick for the week.Â
Every year with the return of the tide, with the return of ebb-and-flow day, Rafayel becomes insatiable. Youâve barely been able to be able to escape Rafayelâs grasp for long enough to go to the bathroom, let alone escape enough from his insatiable fucking to walk well enough to fight.Â
Itâs never been this bad. And itâs all your fault. Being back in your arms after eight hundred years, finally remembering the way your voice sounds when it says his name and the way you fit oh so perfectly in his arms. Itâs borderline painful to spend even a minute in your absence. His very body violently rejects the notion of it as spasms of violent heat and need drives him right back into your arms again and again and again.Â
âPlease, please let me fuck you. I canât come like this, you know that.â
Rafayelâs voice is muffled against your thigh, breath hot as he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. His hands are clenched into the sheets beside him, trembling with the effort of keeping them off you, as you ordered. Itâs the only rule youâve given him tonight, and yet itâs breaking him.
"Rafayel," you warn, fingers buried between your thighs, working yourself open as his desperate, pleading gaze follows your every movement.
He whimpers, nodding frantically, his cock throbbing angrily where it rests against the mattress, one hand coming back to violently fist the swollen head as it leaks all over his palm and sheets. "I know, I know," his voice cracks as he drags his hand around its base, rutting into his own palm like itâs not enough, like it hasnât been enough for hours now. "But please IâfuckâI canât."
âYou can.â You spread your legs wider, letting him see, letting him watch your fingers disappear into your fluttering cunt with a slick, wet sound that has his jaw going slack, his own hips grind into the bed helplessly. âI told you what would happen if you forgot to use a condom, again.â
Rafayelâs eyes plead up into yours, big fat tears slipping down his cheeks, his head shaking against your leg as he kisses the trembling flesh. "You don't understand," he sobs, nuzzling into the crook of your knee like he can smell the orgasm building inside you, like he can taste it on his tongue already. âI need- I needââ
"You need to learn control, Rafayel."Â
Your voice is less strict than youâd like it to be, already embarrassingly close considering all the times youâve come earlier today. And the way Rafayelâs looking up at you, begging, pleading, is really not helping.Â
Tilting your hips slightly, you circle your clit in a way that makes your eyes roll back, making sure he sees the way your poor cunt flutters all empty, the way your body clenches, desperate for something more, something bigger.
Rafayel groans, his grip on himself tightening. Still, itâs useless, his Lemurian biology physically wonât let him cum unless itâs inside his pretty little mate, his cock swollen and weeping with how much heâs holding back, the pleasure that spikes through him now nothing but a cruel, agonizing echo of the real thing.
"My love," he chokes, head falling back against the mattress, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe past the desperate hunger clawing at his insides. "My muse, my sweet darling, please. Taste you, touch you, anything, please!â
You hum, considering, rolling your hips against your own fingers as he moans, watching with wild, fevered eyes. "You wanna clean me up?"
"Yes."
The word is instant, sharp, like Rafayelâs been waiting for you to say it since the moment he first laid his hands on you tonight. Before you can even think of teasing or denying him any further, his grip snapsâboth arms wrapping around your thighs, dragging you down the mattress in one swift, fluid motion.
"Rafayelâ"
Too late.
His mouth is on you before you can protest, his tongue filthy as he sucks at your clit, licking up everything youâve given yourself, drinking in the mess between your thighs like itâs the only thing keeping him alive. Slapping your own hands away, Rafayel pauses briefly to suck them clean before diving right back into the source, moaning into your cunt, making your body seize with another orgasm before you can even process the first.
"Fuck, fuck," Your hands fly to his hair, gripping hard, but it only makes him groan, rutting against the mattress, his own pleasure reigniting just from the taste of you.Â
You try to pull away, squirming and kicking at Rafayelâs sides, his shoulders, but he doesn't even budge. His arms lock tight around your hips, keeping you there, keeping you spread for him as he eats you out like a man possessed.Â
And then he's begging again, voice wrecked, slurred with delirious pleasure, licking at your clit between words as though he really canât get enough. âPlease, please let me fuck you. I promise, mhm, promise I wonât cum inside you again.âÂ
Rafayel is still begging for permission even as he manhandles you beneath him, hesitantly parting with your cunt as he kisses up your stomach, sucking at one of your breasts as you feel the nudge of his cock against your entrance before you can even think. âPromise Iâll be good. Iâll be such a good boy.â
Fuck, you really are weak against him.Â
Using the last of your strength, you flip the both of you around, grinding down against his cock as you feel it throb, violently jumping between your thighs, the sloppy, wet sound of each movement sending shivers down both your spines. Poor thing is already ruined, body extra sensitive due to his heat, cock swollen and leaking as it begs to be inside you.Â
"You promise?" Your voice is a whisper, teasing, as you drag your soaked folds along the length of him, feeling him tremble beneath you.
Rafayel nods frantically, breath hitching, hands twitching at his sides like he wants to grab you, wants to force you down onto him, but he knows better. Knows he wouldnât survive the punishment. His lips are red, glossy with your slick, parted around little choked-off whimpers as he fights against the desperate urge to rut up into you.
"I promise," he gasps, "Please, Iâll be good, I swear, Iâll be so good for you.â
You hum, dragging your fingertips down his chest, nails scraping lightly over sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the way his breath shudders at the contact. The pain. "You say that, but you've already come inside me, what, three times now?"Â
You rock your hips again, coating his cock in your arousal, watching the way his abs twitch with the effort of keeping still. Gods, heâs so pretty like this, neglected and crying underneath you, muscles strained and glistening with sweat and cum, watercolor eyes bleary as his tears collect on the mattress as dusky pink pearls. The same rosy shade of blush that burns across his cheeks, ears, and throbbing tip of his swollen cock.Â
âThat warrants punishment, donât you think?â
Rafayel all but whines at that, head tilting back against the pillow, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe, tries to hold on to the last fragile thread of control he has left. "IâI won't this time, I swear, Iâll be good, I just need you."
"You need me?" You lean down, pressing your lips just below his ear, letting your voice drop to a sinful whisper. "Or do you just need to fuck something, sweetheart?"
"You." Rafayelâs answer is immediate, desperate, his hands finally snapping up to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. "Itâs always you. Only you, my mate."
The admission makes your stomach tighten, heat pooling low as you let yourself sink down, just enough for the swollen head of his cock to catch at your entrance. Rafayel jerks, eyes wide, mouth dropping open around a silent moan, his grip on you tightening like heâs afraid youâll disappear.
"Oh, fuck."
"You need me, you need your mate?" You tease, rolling your hips, letting him feel the wet heat of you without giving him what he really needs.
"Yes, please, please, pleaseâ"
And then, because youâre cruel, because you love seeing him like this, you lift yourself off him entirely.
Rafayel practically cries at that, and you let him plead, let him beg, until his whole body is shaking with the need to be inside you, until his voice is raw and wrecked from crying out your name. Then, finally, finally, you sink down, dropping the entirety of your weight onto him as you both moan at the sudden pressure as your ass smacks his pelvis with a lewd slap.Â
Rafayelâs body aches up off the mattress, a wrecked, strangled moan tearing from his throat as his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. His head tilts back, chest heaving, eyes glassy and unfocused, dilated almost like a catâs, as if the feeling of being inside you after so long is too much for his mind to comprehend.
"Fucking finally."
You barely have a moment to adjust before Rafayel thrusts.
Whatever fragile restraint he had is gone, obliterated the second your walls squeeze around him. His hips jerk up in a desperate, instinctual rut, shoving himself deeper, harder, until the thick length of him is buried to the hilt inside you, and then pulled all the way out before ramming back in again. You choke on a gasp, nails digging into his chest, but he doesnât even seem to register the pain.
"More." Some inhumane warble distorts Rafayelâs voice, nails turning clawed and sharp as he thrusts up into you with more strength than any human should possess. âPerfect, perfect mate.â
Your head spins, the force of each snap of his hips making your whole body jolt. His desperation is relentless, dragging you closer to the edge far too fast, too intense, gripping onto his shoulders just to keep you from falling over as your thighs begin trembling once again.Â
"RafayelâRaf, slow down!"
"No," he whimpers, shaking his head wildly, hands tightening on your waist as if letting go isnât an option. "No, please, sorry, need this." Rafayelâs voice breaks into a sort of trill, something like whalesong, eyes fluttering shut as he drives himself up into you, starved for more, cock throbbing desperately inside you. "Donât leave me again, please.â
Your heart clenches. "Iâm here," you whisper, leaning down, pressing your forehead to his as your body moves with his, rolling your hips as you try to stay in time with his brutal pace. "Iâm right here, Rafayel."
He moans, high and broken, clutching you so tightly against him, feeling every inch of you pressed into his skin. His pace turns frantic, sloppy, body shaking beneath you as pleasure racks through him in violent waves. Heâs close, but he wonât let himself fall over the edge alone.
"Come with me," he begs, his lips brushing over yours as he pleads for it. "Please.â
And you do.
The orgasm slams through you like a tidal wave, stealing every breath from your lungs as your entire body clenches around him. Rafayel keens, hips jerking wildly as he follows, his cock pulsing inside you as he fucks his cum deep inside you yet again, stuffing you full until youâre both shaking with overstimulation.
But it still doesnât stop.
Rafayel canât stop.
Even as his body trembles beneath you, even as his whimpers turn into sobs, he keeps moving, his hips rolling into you in slow, messy grinds. His cock twitches inside your still-clenching walls, sending violent aftershocks through you both.
"Mhh sorry," he moans, lips dragging down your throat, sucking bruises into your skin as if marking you will somehow keep you tethered to him. "Did it again, canât help it. Pussy feels so nice, wants me too, always so desperate for me. Made to worship me."
You let out a wrecked, exhausted laugh, trying to lift yourself off of him, but his arms snap tight around your waist, keeping you anchored to him.
"No," he pleads, voice cracking, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent. "No, please, justâjust a little more. You owe it to me for being so mean before."
Your head falls into the crook of his neck as yet another orgasm crashes through you, ripping a moan from your throat. Rafayel shudders, gasping against your skin, completely gone, his hips jerking helplessly, overstimulated beyond the point of caring. His body is moving on instinct now, neither of you fully conscious as he keeps moving on his own, chasing another high even as it breaks him.
"Fuck, Raf...â
"One more," heâs licking into your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, too tired and uncoordinated to properly kiss you. "One more, one more."
You donât even know how many times youâve both come. The world is a haze of heat and pleasure, of wet, messy grinds and deep, instinctual thrusts, of Rafayelâs loud, unashamed moans directly in your ear between kisses, of the desperate way he clings to you, unable to bear even a second, an inch of separation.
You ride him through another, and another, until your body finally gives out, completely limp against his chest, your limbs trembling too hard to keep yourself upright any longer. Rafayel follows soon after, his movements slowing, stuttering, until heâs finally, finally still beneath you, panting raggedly, body wracked with aftershocks.
The room is finally silent except for your heavy breathing, the two of you floating between sleep and reality for what seems like an eternity.Â
"I think I might die," Rafayel croaks, voice hoarse.
You huff a weak, breathless laugh as you grumble into his shoulder. "Good, you stupid horny fish."
Sylus âąâ ââ the sweetheart (liar)
Youâre going insane.Â
Sylus promised he would finally fuck you, promised heâd finally give you what youâve practically been begging him for all week. âJust the tip,â youâd beg, whining into his neck or suckling gently against his fingers in attempts to bait him, âPlease, Sy, just the tip and Iâll stop asking.â
Technically speaking, heâs held up his end of the deal. After all, youâve already cum four times. Not that itâs ever stopped you from wanting more.Â
âWhatâs this? Are you even listening to me, sweetie?â Something jerks your head up, and youâre snapped out of your thoughts at the same time as Sylus grinds forward, humming as he pulls you closer on his lap, your thighs spread wide atop of his. âTch, first all that whining and now youâre not even paying attention to me. Iâm hurt, kitten.â
You shake your head as best you can with his thumb and forefinger still squishing your cheeks, tears from the sheer overstimulation blurring your vision as you bury your face into Sylusâs chest, chasing the mere friction.Â
The fat head of his cock slips right back out of your cunt, tapping once, twice, on your swollen clit before grinding back in with a lewd pop. One inch, two, just enough for you to feel the delicious stretch of the tip of his cock, before Sylus lifts you up higher on his lap, pulling out as the torture begins all over again.Â
You swear you can take more. It doesnât matter than everytime Sylus lines up his cock it hits your bellybutton from the outside, it doesnât matter that your hands can barely wrap around his base, it doesnât matter that even when you suck him off your jaw throbs and he can barely thrust it in halfway without you gagging.Â
âSylus, please, please justââ you whine, rutting your hips down to no avail as his firm hands render you immobile. Watching you squirm with thinly veiled amusement. âJust fuck me already!âÂ
Your breath comes out in short, stuttered gasps, frustration bubbling over into pitiful little sobs against Sylusâs skin. He shushes you, rubbing slow, teasing circles into your hips as if heâs offering you comfort. But you know better. The bastard lives for this, the way your body trembles, how your cunt clenches down hard every time he pulls out, desperate for more than what heâs giving.
âPlease.â A broken cry rips from your throat as he nudges forward again, pushing the tip back inside like he hasnât already driven you half-mad. âI can take it. Ah, I swear, I can take it.âÂ
And yet, heâs still so fucking mean.
âHmm,â Sylusâs voice drips with amusement, low and tinged with laughter as his lips graze the shell of your ear as though lost in thought. âNo.â
You whine, digging your nails into Sylusâs back with more force than necessary as you hiss out curses, âCruel, stubborn, self-assured asshole. I told you I can take it Sylâah!â
Sylus pushes himself upward, roughly fucking his swollen tip against you, ramming that delicious spot within you as your curses dissolve into mindless babbles of his name, another orgasm ripping through you as you try and match Sylusâs rhythm by grinding yourself on the rest of his cock.Â
âThatâs it,â He hums, dragging his tongue along your pulse, relishing the way it hammers beneath his mouth. He can feel how fast it beats, erratic and needy, the way your breath catches in your throat. âYouâre gonna be good and take what I give you. Because from where Iâm sitting, it looks like youâre already fucked stupid. And Iâve barely even given you anything, kitten.â
Itâs humiliating how right he is.
Your thighs tremble violently on either side of his, the ache in your muscles a dull, distant thing compared to the unbearable need twisting in your core. Desperate, you try to grind down, to force him deeper, to make him give you what you need. But Sylus just clicks his tongue, unimpressed, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you still, keeping you right where he wants you.
Sylus shifts back on the couch, pulling you down, controlling your movements with an infuriating ease, guiding you along the few inches heâs deemed fit to give you. Itâs barely anything, nowhere near enough, but even thatâjust that slow, teasing roll of his hipsâand the unbearable pressure of the thick, insistent tip of his cock is enough to make your back arch violently against him.Â
âThere we go,â he murmurs, cooing as he watches you, helpless and pliant in his lap. âNo more complaining.â
A desperate nod. Another broken whine.Â
You can feel it building again, the pressure coiling deep inside you, sharp and unbearable. Sobbing, you drop your head into Sylusâs shoulder, biting into the curve of his neck to muffle your cries, nails digging into his shoulders, chest, clawing violent red marks as Sylus shudders, eyes rolling back at the pain. Your legs are shaking too hard to do much of anything anymore, giving out as Sylus is the only thing left guiding you, dragging you toward yet another orgasm.Â
Or rather, he would have.Â
But you feel Sylus chuckle, the sound deep and sinful as it rumbles down his chest and into yours, and fear prickles along your spine. Then, with excruciating patience, he pulls out, leaving you empty all over again before tapping his throbbing cock against your clitâslow, deliberate, taunting.
âYou wanted just the tip, sweetheart.â He grins, voice a low, cruel purr as he kisses your forehead. âSo donât start crying now that itâs all youâre getting.â
Xavier âąâ ââ the munch
âThen sit on my face.â
You stare, dumbfounded, as Xavier already begins leaning back against the cushions of your bed, those big, blue eyes begging up at you in ways that make it hard to breathe.Â
Xavierâs hands tighten around your waist, fingers flexing like heâs barely restraining himself from yanking you down then and there. The heat of his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your pulse stammer, making every inch of you ache with want.
âXavier, I didnât actually meanâŚâ
âYou want me to prove it, right? Then Iâll do what I can to serve you well.â Heâs dead serious, you realize, still staring down at him in shock as Xavier frowns, sitting up just long enough to wrap his arms around your waist and haul you toward him, seating you on his chest as protests die in your throat. âSit.â
Biting your lip, you still find yourself hesitating. What if youâre too heavy? Or if he doesnât actually like it? You still have your underwear on, shouldnât you take it off, or does he plan on eating you through it? What ifâ
"You're thinking too much again." His voice is firm, but gentle, cutting straight through your spiraling thoughts. Before you can get another word in, he lifts you up from the backs of your thighs, guiding you forward until your knees are bracketing his head and you're hovering just above his waiting mouth.
Xavier groans, this is already better than his dreamsâjust having you above him, so close, so warmâis enough to make him lose his damn mind. His hands are keeping you steady, and when he tilts his head back to look at you again, you almost drown in the sheer hunger in his gaze.
"Please," he murmurs, breathless, sucking and kissing into your thighs like he can't believe you're making him wait so long for something he so, so desperately needs. "I really donât think I can wait much longer."
A shudder racks through you, thighs trembling as the heat between your legs grows unbearable. Xavierâs so serious, so patient, despite the raw hunger in his voice, despite the way his chest rises and falls in uneven pants beneath you. Youâd have to be cruel to deny him.Â
Slowly, you lower yourself the rest of the way, bracing your hands against the headboard as Xavier immediately pulls you the last few inches down, shoving his face up into you like heâs starving.
He might as well be because the first swipe of his tongue is so hot, so eager, that you nearly jerk away from the sudden pleasure. Not that Xavier would let you. His fingers dig into the marked-up plush of your thighs, keeping you right there as he groans into your pussy like youâre the best fucking thing heâs ever tasted.
âWaitââ Your voice is already breaking, a gasp caught in your throat as he licks into you again, slow and deliberate, like heâs savoring every second of it. He doesnât even bother pulling your underwear aside, just mouths at the fabric, dampening it further, teasing you through the barrier until it sticks to your folds and youâre a whimpering mess, gripping the headboard so tightly your knuckles ache.Â
Then he shifts, hooking a single finger under the waistband, dragging it aside just enough to give himself proper access.
The first real flick of Xavierâs tongue against your clit is devastating.
A high, broken moan rips from your throat as pleasure jolts up your spine, your thighs snapping shut around his head, suffocating him as Xavier feels like the happiest man in the world. Moaning into your cunt, Xavier pulls you down harder against his mouth like he wouldnât mind drowning in your pleasure if it meant he got to taste you for just a few seconds longer.
Youâre already cumming. Head falling backward, your lips part in a silent scream as Xavierâs tongue continues circling around your clit in that same, devastating rhythm, only letting go once youâve come all over his face. But he doesnât stop for long.Â
His tongue flicks and curls and fucks into you with the kind of dedication that makes your vision blur, that makes your whole body burn as you become more and more sensitive. And when you grind down against his mouth, desperate and trembling, he just groans in approval, encouraging you to ride his face like you need this just as much as he does.
"That's it," Xavier mumbles between licks, inaudible between your wet, sinful noises. "Don't hold back. Use me."
Itâs too much. Itâs not enough.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, but it only makes him grin against you, only makes him suck harder, making you gasp and sob as your thighs start to shake once more around his head. Still, he devours you, no teasing, no hesitation. Just raw, ravenous hunger.Â
"Xavierâ"
He hums in response, the vibrations sending another sharp wave of pleasure through you. Then he finally fucks his tongue deep into your cunt, curling against your walls as you clench around the hot muscle, Xavierâs nose grinding deliciously into your clit as his hands begin guiding you back and forth once your rhythm falls apart.Â
You come hard, a choked cry ripping from your throat as your body locks up, pleasure searing through every nerve. Xavier doesnât stopâdoesnât let you escapeâlicking and sucking you through your orgasm like he needs every drop, like he wonât be satisfied until youâre a writhing, overstimulated mess above him.
âAh, Xavier, seriously,â you whine, every suck against your clit now tender and overstimulated as you try and squirm away to no avail. âCanât, Xavier, canât come again!â
Crying, you finally manage to wrestle his head out from underneath youâbody still shaking, pleasure crackling under your skin like a live wireârealizing something that makes your stomach flip.
Xavier is panting, eyes half-lidded and hazy with bliss, hair fisted in your hands as the rest sticks to his forehead and pillow with sweat, letting you inch off of him as he finally breathes, heaving in deep breaths through swollen, wet lips. His whole body shudders beneath you, and when you shift, you feel itâthe sticky warmth against his stomach, the evidence of his release.
He came. Just from eating you out.
And the worst part?
Heâs still hard.
âOne more time, please?â
Zayne âąâ ââ the addicted
Uh oh.Â
This was bad.Â
Zayne has always considered himself a beacon of self-control, having grown up under the concept of restraint and caution when it came to everything from his Evol to his lifeâs work as a surgeon.Â
But even he could get addicted to having you spread out underneath him like this.Â
It had started innocently. Zayne had forgotten his lunch today, probably due to his consecutive sleepless nights, thanks to being on call for not two or three but four surgeries this week. So when you delivered his lunch to his private office like any sweet girlfriend would do, it was only natural that youâd want to see if you could help him feel more relaxed and maybe help relieve the stress that was so clearly fogging up his mind.Â
This, however, was not what you had in mind.
"Zayne, someone is going to hear us," you hiss, voice trembling, but make no move to stop him.
Zayne only hums, two fingers rubbing right up against your clit with expert precision even with your jeans still unzipped around your waist. His other hand shucks them just barely down your thigh, pressing his fingers right back in, curling against that spot that has your legs jerking against the polished wood of his desk before dragging his fingers out of you agonizingly slow.Â
"You shouldâve locked the door when you came in, then." He says like itâs the most obvious thing in the world, leaning down, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand presses against your stomach, keeping you pinned as he fucks you open with his fingers, movements slow, deliberate. "You know I donât like being interrupted."
Your head tilts back against the desk as your cries are muffles into your palm. "Zayne!"
"You were the one who wanted to help relieve my stress, werenât you?" His voice is calm, collected, like he isnât knuckle-deep inside you with his fingers glistening from how wet heâs made you already. "So be a good girl and take it."
Your breath stutters, thighs twitching as you clench around his fingers, already embarrassingly close with how well he knows your body, how pent up youâve been after not having Zayne in over a week. Meanwhile, Zayne watches you come undone with sharp, almost clinical eyes, the hunger in them barely restrained, a predator biding his time.
"Mhm, close, I canâtâ"
"Yes, you can," he cuts you off smoothly, pressing his fingers deeper, rubbing firm, steady circles over your clit. His expression doesnât change, but his voice dips lower, smiling ever so slightly as he watches you. "Come for me."
You shudder violently, hands gripping the edges of the desk as another orgasm threatens to crash over you, your body far too weak to resist the relentless pleasure.
"Zayne," you cry out, hips jerking.
He clicks his tongue, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but not before ripping his tie off, deft, scarred hands looping through the expensive silk before balling it up and pushing it into your open mouth.Â
âWhat did I say about staying quiet?â
Your response is stifled around his tie, and Zayne feels his traitorous cock throb at the sound of your fucked out, inaudible voice, the very picture of debauchery with the slight drool smearing your lipstick, your eyes hazy with post-orgasm glow, your office button-down skewed across your breasts just enough so be can squeeze your breast right under your lacy bra.Â
He wants to ruin you even more.Â
Zayne has barely even zipped down his pants, holding up his own shirt as he bites it to keep his leaking cock from smearing pre-cum all over the cotton, before heâs desperately fucking his own fist with one hand, the other still circling your clit.Â
When the sound of voices echo from right outside his office door.Â
Your body jerks under him at the sudden noise, but Zayne doesnât stop. If anything, he doubles down, pressing his slick fingers harder against your clit, wrenching another broken sob from your throat, muffled by the tie still shoved between your lips.
âDonât you dare,â he whispers, voice low, dangerous. His free hand tightens around his cock, stroking faster, more desperate, more sloppy than youâve ever seen him. The sight alone has your walls clenching down around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal making a mess of his desk and the scattered papers on top.Â
The voices outside the door grow louder, and Zayneâs entire body tenses. Not with fear. Not with hesitation. But something that he thinks might ruin him forever.Â
âI should stop,â he murmurs, though his fingers never leave you, still rubbing circles into your overstimulated clit, dragging you higher, forcing you to ride that unbearable edge of pleasure. His teeth clench, brows furrowed as his pace on his own cock stutters, his restraint cracking with every second that passes. âI really should stop.â
You whimper, body trembling beneath him, a plea barely audible around the silk in your mouth.
âBut you love this, donât you?â His voice drops, rasping, guttural. âYou love making me a mess, love knowing that the only thing keeping us from getting caught is how good you are for me.â
Zayne never talks like this, but god, now you wish heâd never stop. His mere voice is enough to send you over the edge once again. Your moan is strangled, raw, hips lifting weakly into his touch despite the overstimulation.
The door handle rattles.
Zayne snaps, one arm shooting out as ice surrounds the handle, spears of ice crawling over the wooden frame of the door, across the tiled floor as he loses control.Â
He barely spares it a glance. Pulling the tie from your mouth, Zayne immediately replaces it with his lips, swallowing your gasp as he shoves two fingers back inside you, curling them deep, his strokes ruthless, relentless. His other hand leaves his cock only long enough to drag you forward, forcing your legs around his waist, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance as he moans into your mouth.
"Zayne, your Evolâ"
"Donât worry about me," he hums, kissing you one more time before his gaze drops, watching where the two of you meet. âYouâve done more than enough for me. Youâve always been enough for me.â And he pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open around his thick length, your body still pulsing and greedy from your last orgasm.
Zayne exhales sharply, his forehead pressing against yours as he stills, buried inside you. His fingers flex against your waist, grounding himself, keeping himself from completely unraveling.
 âBreathe,â he murmurs, voice back to the soft, low tone you know so well, the urgency melting into something reverent. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another to your jaw, as if to soothe you through the stretch. âYouâre perfect.â
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you grind upward, coaxing him into going faster, into actually fucking you.Â
Zayne groans, his control fraying as he clutches you tighter, nose brushing against yours. âYou're going to be the death of me,â he whispers, lips ghosting yours in a kiss, the intimacy making your heart clench.
You can still hear muffled voices beyond the door, a stark reminder of the risk, of how dangerously close you are to being caught. But it only makes you cling to him tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whisper, âThen let me take care of you, Doctor.â
â .á⧠GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot
â â§.Ë TOTAL WORD COUNT: 15.7k
â .á⧠GENERAL CONTENT WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol, recreational drinking (characters and mc), jealousy (guys + mc), drunk characters (guys + mc), use of Y/N, pet names, unprotected sex, never pulling out, fluff/crack/banter, individual content warnings below with their respective fics
â â§.Ë LINKS: original inspo | ao3
A/N: SURPRISE ITS HERE EARLY! oof another fic for all four guys? who is she? but actually after this i likely wonât be writing for all four guys like this again, or at least for a while. if i can somehow get better at writing fics that are 1-2k then ill start doing scenarios with all four again! i tried to keep this one short and theyâre still all 3-4.3k per guyâŚthis scenario was originally based off the one video of the drunk asian guy! see the clip above under âlinks.â
enjoy guys!! iâll be taking a much needed break but may write slowly in my own time :) just depends how i feel, how much inspiration i have! iâll still be on tumblr but will mostly be on my twitter <3 until next time bbs!
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
⌠. Ë â§ .á Ë nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ⌠. Ë â§ .á Ë
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 4.3k
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, sylus refers to reader genitalia as âshe,â public sex, sex in an alley, standing/against the wall sex, finger sucking, choking, outdoor sex, voyeurism, needy sylus, drunk sylus, jealous sylus, use of pet names, mentions of guns, tiny bit of violence, cumming in coochie, panties over cummies
â .á⧠LINKS: original inspo | video (how sylus kisses you in this)
Luke and Kieran watch the way Sylusâs eyes track you under the strobing lights of the nightclub. It wasnât out of the norm for their dear boss to be obsessed with knowing a certain Hunterâs whereabouts. But this was excessive, even for him.
The way heâd already shattered two glasses with the force of his fingers, his eyes scarily unblinking as they trailed your every movement. The club manager didnât dare kick Sylus out, apologizing to him as heâd cleaned up the glass from Sylusâs feet. But Sylus was too distracted to even notice.Â
The pair of troublemakers supposed it had to do with the fact that some sleezy drunk had his hands all over your bare thighs. They knew if Sylus had his way, that very man would be unconscious on the floor in half a second flat. But of course, when it came to you, Sylus was helpless as he was whipped, giving into your every desire, even if it physically pained him to do so.
And you had ordered Sylus not to intervene, not when you were undercover, trying to get classified information from the powerful men that frequented this very nightclub in the N109 zone. So he was left at the bar, quite literally fending thirsty women off left and right, watching the way you pretended to laugh amongst the unsuspecting targets. He tried to distract himself from the men who so clearly were thinking of ten different ways to fuck you.Â
A privilege reserved only for him. Â
So the twins, who had so enthusiastically begged to tag along, devised a plan to help Sylus take his mind off planning literal murder.Â
Really, they were trying to help!
But maybe they shouldâve stopped after the fifth drink. When Sylusâs cheeks flushed the same shade of red as his eyes, ebbing all the way up to the tips of his ears.Â
And they definitely shouldâve stopped after the tenth drink. When Sylusâs body started to move on its own accord, his Evol practically parting the crowd of drunk and sweaty clubbers to get to you.
But at that point there was no stopping the formidable man from taking what he wanted. And what he wanted, what he needed, was you.Â
Honestly, you nearly breathe a sigh of relief when you feel Sylusâs familiar Evol wrapping around your wrist, yanking you backward and away from the disgusting man trying to feel you up. Youâre so happy to feel his strong arms around you that you donât notice how atypically clumsy his Evol feels, like grasping for something when blindfolded.
âWeâre leaving.â
Sylusâs words are dominating and commanding, ânoâ not even a fathomable possibility. But thereâs a slight waver in his gruff voice that makes you raise your eyebrow at him in question.
The idiotic man before you wraps his clammy hands around your waist, pulling you back, âHey man. Weâre in the middle of something.â
You look up to see Sylusâs crimson eyes, trained on the way the manâs fingers dig into your bare skin, burning with something dangerous, the air around him crackling with an erratic and sinister energy, and you know you have to defuse the situation as quickly as you can.Â
You bring your elbow to the manâs groin, digging hard. He groans pathetically, wilting to his knees. Truthfully, you didnât have to elbow him that hard, but youâd become nauseated with how disgustingly heâd been looking at you, touching you, for the past thirty minutes.Â
âNo, weâre really not.â
With that, you slip into Sylusâs side, his large arm wrapping possessively around your naked shoulders, your hand resting on his abdomen. Sylusâs lips quirk up, deeply satisfied with the way you can bring men twice your size to their knees before they can even blink. His girl.
As the two of you make your way out of the crowd, you start to notice the way Sylusâs movements are unusually sluggish, his feet trudging one after the other. Considering Sylus was always poised and elegant, you instantly knew something was amiss. When Luke and Kieran fall into step behind you, you turn to the two masked men.
âWhat happened?!â you hissed at them, âWhat happened to âWatch Sylus? Easy peasy lemon squeezy?!ââ Your fingers are raised in air-quotes as you recall their confident words and uncontrollable giggles when youâd tasked them with keeping Sylus in line, knowing heâd have a hard time watching you faux flirt with other men, no matter how self assured he was.Â
Kieran is the first to speak, clearing his throat as the four of you exit the nightclub, the night air ruffling through your hair, âWell, you see ââ
But heâs cut off when Sylus roughly grabs your chin, pulling your eyes up to his.Â
âHey. Look at me.â
Your eyes flicker to his, surprised by his demanding, yet needy, words. Sylus smiles when you look up at him, his eyes, as unfocused as they were, beaming down at you.
His rough fingers caress your cheek, burying his face into your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent, âBeautiful.â
The scent of alcohol on his breath is so strong you nearly wince. Luke and Kieran seem to notice your realization at the same time, their eyes widening as you start to yell in disbelief.
âIs he drunk?!â you demand, your arms wrapping tighter around his waist, Sylus in a world of his own as he mutters incoherent mumblings into your hair, shifting his weight onto you.
The twins grin at you sheepishly, raising their hands in surrender. Luke speaks, âWell, in our defense, boss never gets drunk ââ
âYeah! Boss is such a heavyweight ââ
âSo we thought, a few drinks might loosen him up ââ
âYou shouldâve seen him! He was thiiiiiis close to commiting a crime ââ
âSo really, you should be thanking us!â
The twins finish rattling off, looking at you with puppy eyes.
You sigh, unable to feign anger at them, âHow many drinks did you give him?â
âUmmâŚwhat was it KieranâŚlikeâŚeight?â Your eyes widen as they scratch their chins.
âNoâŚno, it was definitely closer toâŚlike twelve?â
âWell we also gave him those cute little drinks with the umbrellas, he seemed to really like those!â
âYeah and they had little chunks of fruit in them! Maybe that cancels out the alcohol?â
âYeah! And the one with the olives too! Plus, boss always drinks like a bottle of wine a night!
âSo we thoughtâŚa few mixed drinksâŚcouldnât hurt anyone!â
Your head spins as you try to keep up with their conversation, digging through your purse to find the unopened half bottle of water youâd brought. You quickly unscrew it, bringing it up to Sylusâs lips.Â
Sylus looks surprised when the cool plastic touches his lips, but once his hazy eyes focus on you again, he visibly relaxes. The sharp vermillion hues in his irises melt at the reflection of you, softening into the most beautiful carmine pools of red wine.Â
His hands come over to cup yours, holding your fingers affectionately in his as you tilt the water back so he can drink. You have to tip toe upward so you can follow his grip, his gulps greedy and eyelids shut in relief, the sensation of your hand cupping his jaw feeling like his own personal heaven.Â
With the plastic at his moistened lips, his eyes flutter open to look at you, his lids heavy with intoxication. Even though his eyes swim with a murky tiredness, they glow when they watch you, glimmering with a star-struck adoration. His intensity stares you down, a knowing heat piercing right through you. The very same heat that has seen both your naked body and soul.
The moment feels hot and strangely intimate. It definitely felt illegal to have Sylus looking at you like that while Luke and Kieran stood behind you.Â
Heâs so distracted by you, eyes never leaving yours, that nearly a third of the water splashes onto his chest and the pavement floor. He drinks so enthusiastically that you almost want to giggle at how submissive he looks, drinking so obediently from your hands, eyes following your every move. Fortunately the pair of whispers behind you remind you that, even if Sylus stares at you like heâs ready to mount you right then and there, you are not alone.Â
When the bottle drains, he crumples it in one hand, tossing it to the nearest waste bin.Â
As it hits the metal trash can, you tear your eyes away from the way Sylus heatedly watches you, turning back to Luke and Kieran, âAre you two insane?!â
The twins look positively offended.
âHow did you even convince him to drink so much?âÂ
âWell, he was so distracted watching you that he just downed anything we put into his hands...âÂ
You bite your lip, realizing how difficult it mustâve been for Sylus to sit back and just watch. But he did it, for you.Â
âY/N.â
You try to ignore the way Sylus is stroking the bare skin of your shoulders, fingers coming dangerously close to your neck. His ruby eyes beg for your attention.
âSylus might drink a lot, but he drinks wine ââ
âY/N.â
âNot hard alcohol! Look at how red he is! You guys, this was recklessly irresponsible!â
âY/N.â
Sylus pulls you forcefully back into his arms, his head dipping into the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse. Through the darkness of the night, you pray Luke and Kieran canât see the way Sylus whispers into your ear.
âI need you.â
You fight the shiver that threatens to unleash through your unsuspecting body, his hot breath washing against your skin, the contrast of the brisk night air making you all the more sensitive. His fingers hold you in place, his hard body pressed into your own.Â
You sigh, trying to brush the arousal away, âLetâs get you home, yeah? We can ââ
He nips at your earlobe, eliciting a squeak from your lips as he gruffly demands, âNow.â
Before you can protest further, Sylusâs eyes direct to the twins in front of you, the pair of them snickering to themselves knowingly as he dismisses them, âWeâll meet you at home.â
â
You didnât even make it to your car.Â
Far from it, you found yourself pressed into the cold brickwall of a nearby alleyway, not fifteen feet from where Luke and Kieran had left the two of you. Sylusâs lips are latched onto yours in a furiously passionate embrace, his hands alternating between grabbing torridly at your waist and threading into the back of your neck, weaving into your sweat-dampened hair.
Your arms are wrapped around his neck for support against his torridly forceful kiss, his head tilted to the side to give him full access to your mouth, your lips, your tongue.Â
He doesnât even stop to breathe, opting to inhale your breath as his own. His tongue forcefully explores every inch of your open and willing mouth, and you struggle to keep up with his excitement. His fingers massage your neck, grabbing eagerly at every part of you he can reach.Â
Sylus has always been passionate, but this was something else. It felt as if the alcohol in his blood amplified everything tenfold, leaving his cock thicker than ever against your shivering abdomen. His hands roam down your naked back, pulling at your waist again, pressing your body harder against his erection that leaks against his underwear.Â
Sylusâs head tilts to the other side, your face moving opposite his to instinctively receive his unbridled passion. He cups the back of your head again, shielding you head from hitting the wall, the force of his kiss pushing you against it violently.Â
He pulls away briefly, panting into you, his canines grazing into the soft skin of your ear, âYouâre going to be the death of me, little dove.â
You want to question him, but his lips are back on yours in an instant, consuming you once more. His fingers grip your jaw so tightly, funneling all the emotions heâd held back, while watching you on the dancefloor with other men, into the way he holds you against the wall. Into the way he devours you.
He gives you a brief second of reprieve, pressing his lips into your neck, voice coming out husky and sulky, âI donât enjoy seeing you with other men.âÂ
You gasp as he pushes you impossibly deeper into the wall, teeth simultaneously digging into the curve of your neck. Your fingers thread up into his hair, tugging to ground yourself as Sylus sucks your soft skin.Â
âM-sooorry,â you slur, as if youâre the one whoâs drunk, âB-But I got the information I â nnghn â needed.â
Sylus growls into your skin, âI knew you would. Youâre a force to be reckoned with.â
His thumb presses against your bottom lip, eyes glazed over with a drunken hunger, âAnd you always have me at your mercy.â
It isnât long before he has your back arched into his abdomen, the front of your sweat slicked body pressed into the cold alley wall, his cock buried in your wet gummy walls. Your panties are pushed messily to the side, your skirt hiked up to your waist.Â
Sylusâs fingers are shoved into your mouth, claiming to try and minimize your sounds so passerbys don't hear the filthy things he was doing to you. In reality, he was just addicted to your sweet mouth wrapped around him.
His other hand holds both of your wrists, locking them against the small of your back, leaving you absolutely at the mercy of his thick cock ramming in and out of you.
âS-so damn beautiful,â Sylus is almost slurring, having gotten more drunk the longer the alcohol sat in his stomach. The acoustics of the dark alley made his body pounding against yours all the louder and more sinful.Â
His thrusts are sloppy, the alcohol making it harder for him to maintain control. But that only serves to arouse you more, the sight of Sylusâs hazy eyes when you crane your neck back to see him, the sweat sticking to his flushed skin.Â
You can only moan, the pads of his fingers pressing down into your tongue. The loud drunken giggles of people passing by make your eyes widen, but Sylus doesnât stop, only going faster.Â
âNever gonna let another man touch you, ever again,â he moans into your ear, as he ruts angrily into your g spot, his fingers pressing tiny bruises into the fat of your hips. Heâs ten times handsier when heâs drunk, almost as if the alcohol makes his muscles itch, your body his fixation..Â
He spins you around suddenly, nearly making you lose your balance, his cock entering you just as quickly as it had slipped out. Sylus is desperate to see your beautifully hooded eyes, the faces you make when you come undone for him.
You grip the thick muscles of his neck, admiring his damp and exposed chest. The buttons of his shirt had been yanked open in the drunken shuffle, leaving little to imagination.
âH-Hey,â Sylus mutters, the faintest hint of a whine beneath his words, âLook at me.â His thrusts, sloppier than ever, never stopping.
You grin, despite how blissed out your mind is becoming, at his adorably needy behavior. As you let your eyes lose themselves in his, you stroke his jaw lovingly.
âTell me,â he pants, his cock twitching as it presses insistently into your walls.
âNngh â T-Tell you what Sy?â you coo breathlessly, nails digging into his sweaty skin, trying to distract yourself from the no doubt filthy brick wall pressing into your exposed back.Â
âTell me how I make you feel,â Sylusâs jaw tightens dangerously.
He thrusts especially hard and deep when you donât respond, capturing your wrist and pressing it into the wall above your head, effectively trapping you against the wall, âTell me.âÂ
You squeal, biting your lips, âSylus! F-Feels sâgood. N-No one else can â hng â make me feel like this!âÂ
Sylusâs glossy ruby red eyes flicker, his fingers finding your clit pressed against his pelvis, âYeah? You love my cock, donât you sweetheart?â
You want to smile at how adorably needy his words are, the alcohol fueling him with the rare desire to be validated. Instead you just nod vehemently as he plays with your clit, âI dooo!âÂ
Sylus grunts, struggling to breathe as you tighten around him. He grabs your cheeks in between his fingers, squeezing them firmly until your moans are muffled, âShhh, we wouldnât want someone to find us, would we little bird?âÂ
You nod obediently, but your body responds instinctively to his words, your abdomen fluttering in excitement at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position, with the revered leader of Onychinus no less.Â
Sylus chuckles darkly, his every nerve receptive to your tiniest micromovements, and especially the excited way your pussy clamps down on his erection. His lips come down to kiss your jaw sweetly, contrary to the mean way he bullies himself into your cunt.
When he reaches the space beneath your ear he presses a tender kiss there, whispering huskily, âI can feel the way youâre tightening around me. Do you like the idea of someone watching us?â
Your eyes widen at him, and thatâs all the answer he needs.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I would love to give them a show. Especially that man who had his hands all over you, hm? What was his name?â
âI-I d-donât â hah â remember,â you wheeze, holding on as he bounces you into the wall, the sound of drunk bar patrons growing louder.
Sylus smiles darkly, his red eyes glowing in satisfaction, âGood girl. This pussy belongs tâme, hm?â His words come out in a purr, slightly sluggish with intoxication.
You canât speak, opting to nod as eagerly as you can, your brain muddling against the pleasure of your joined bodies. Sylus chuckles at your wordless agreement.
âMy precious doveâŚcanât even speak?â he coos, fingers still splayed out against your poor quivering clit, the wet sounds of his furious ministrations echoing throughout the dark alley. He leans in close to your ear.
âThatâs okay, sweetheart. Sheâs so loud she might as well be answering for you,â he grins, clearly talking about your soaked and squelching pussy against his demanding thrusts.Â
Youâre about to retort when you hear another group of people passing by the alley. Your hands fly up to your mouth, forcing your uncontrollable moans away. Your eyes squeeze shut as the patter of feet gets closer and closer, fear and excitement taking over.
âAh-ah,â Sylus tuts, âYou know better than to hide your beautiful sounds from me.â Your eyes widen when his words sink in.Â
Your hands fly to Sylusâs broad shoulders, but itâs too late to push him back. His hands find the globes of your ass, lifting you off the floor, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. At this angle Sylus can fully bounce you on his cock, using you however he wants. At this angle, the swollen tip brushes right into your cervix. At this angle, itâs physically impossible for you to muffle your cries.Â
Your nails dig into the ropes of his shoulder muscles as you squeal. Sylus only grins as the sound of feet falter, right in front of the alley.
You try your best to whisper, âSy-Sylus, please. Th-theyâll hear.â But it was pointless. Even if you could hold back your whimpers, the echo of his arousal dampened pelvis slapping against the space where your thighs met your ass bounced off the walls of the alley like a resounding bell.Â
âYou say thatâŚâ he murmurs, fingers coming back down to your clit, balancing you in just one arm, âBut why is she getting so tight?â
Heâs right, and thereâs no denying it. Sylus is well acquainted with your body, knowing exactly what excites you, what you donât like, what you love.Â
The heavy footsteps gradually fade, likely too drunk to hear anything than the pounding of distant EDM music. Sylus hears you sigh in relief, releasing a bated breath, but your cunt stays as tight as ever around him. It drives him insane.
Nearly getting caught has only pushed both of you to the cusp of your orgasms.Â
âClose, dove?â Sylus whispers into your ear, one hand pressed into the wall, the other bouncing you on his quivering cock.
Your head is thrown back as you nod, gasping for your next breath, âY-Yes! So cloooose Sy!â At this point you donât even care who could possibly hear you, only able to focus on the angry way Sylusâs cock twitching inside you, stroking your g-spot, begging to paint you white.
âM-Me too, Y/N,â Sylusâs uncharacteristic stutter, driven to madness by the alcohol and you, makes you clench down, hard.Â
He hisses, hips stuttering, teeth clamping down on your shoulder, tongue subsequently coming out to lap at the space where he bit down, soothing your skin.Â
The push of pain, the pull of pleasure, itâs just enough to tip you over, careening down the cliff of your orgasm. Your head falls back, eyes rolling with them, body fully preparing to show Sylus just how much you loved him.Â
But Sylus has other plans, squeezing your cheeks in between his fingers, directing you to look at him.Â
âHey. Look at me, please.âÂ
His commanding words remind you that heâs very much still intoxicated, making him adorably needy for your attention.
When your eyes level with his, his red eyes sparkle happily, like a puppy getting its ears scratched, âHello, my love. Show me, hm?â The duality of his lovable desperation and his downright malevolent plunges into your cervix blurs the lines between pleasure and reality, sanity and madness.
You nod eagerly, holding his intense eye contact, while you burst at the seams, spraying all over his still clothed abdomen. Sparks of white hot electricity travel through every one of your nerve endings while you cum on him.
Sylus gulps, in awe of the way you sing for him, shame thrown to the wind. If anyone were to walk by, theyâd hear the way you screamed for his cock. Hear the way your body made him gasp for his next breath. How he grunts with each rope of cum that he dumps into your waiting hole, each sloppy pump filling his vision with bleary stars.
As he cums, he whispers brokenly into your ear, âC-Can never get enough. I love you, sweetheart.â One of his big hands comes up to clamp around your throat, his fingers pressing down forcefully as he erupts inside of you.Â
âNghâŚI love you Sylus,â you murmur against the pleasure of your constricted air flow, clinging to him, truly like an injured bird.
Sylus kisses your lips tenderly as you both come down from your highs, his fingers carefully laying your panties back in place. When he sets you on the ground, you nearly collapse, your legs quivering from the way theyâd been locked around his waist. His arms are back around you in an instant, holding you steady. His cum flows out of you like literal tears, but you can only clamp your thighs shut and pray your pathetic soiled panties can catch the streams of his milky seed.Â
He guides you carefully out of the alley, pressing affectionate kisses into the crown of your head as he holds your waist protectively. Youâre so dazed you hardly notice that your skirt is still ridden up, until Sylus gently pulls it back down, smoothing the rumpled fabric with his large hands.Â
The sounds of two far too familiar voices greet you when you emerge from the backstreet.Â
âAre you guys finally done?âÂ
âDo you have any idea how long weâve been waiting?!âÂ
Sylus groans, running his hand down his face, âDidnât I tell you two to go back to base?âÂ
And though youâre thoroughly mortified at the idea of the twins having walked into yourâŚsituation, you canât help but smile at the way Sylus handles Luke and Kieran. Like a father reprimanding his children.
âWell we did ââ
âBut then you guys didnât come back for a while ââ
âSo we thought maybe something happened!âÂ
You shake your head at their frenzied explanation, the smile stretching on your lips as you watch the twins move their hands animatedly in their defense, âYou guys are impossible.â
Luke gasps in exaggerated earnest, âHow can you say that after what youâve put us through?â
Kieran nods in agreement, shuddering dramatically, âYeah! I feel like I just walked in on my parentsâŚâÂ
âYou two better watch yourselves before I confiscate your guns again,â Sylus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. But you can see the corner of his lips fighting an amused smile.Â
Luke and Kieran simultaneously gasp, their reaction making it seem like Sylus was a father grounding his children, taking away their toys. You burst out into giggles, hugging Sylusâs side to keep warm as you watch the comical situation unfold.Â
âThereâs no need for you to do that, Sy,â you murmur, looking up at him, admiring the way the moonlight frames his face. Sylus peers down at you, his face softening, before nodding curtly.
The twins snicker. Luke uses his hand as a shield in front of his mouth to whisper to Kieran, pointing to Sylus behind it, âWhipped.â
You shoot them a smile, a deceptively innocent and sweet grin, âIâll gladly confiscate them for you.â
Thereâs nearly a cartoon puff of smoke left behind when the twins scurry off, desperately clutching their holsters and begging for mercy.Â
Sylus chuckles as he watches them run off, his arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side as he presses a kiss into your forehead.Â
âTruly a force to be reckoned with.âÂ
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 3.8k
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, drunk mc and xavier, pre-established relationship (but not first time), public sex/voyeurism, sex on the dance floor, standing sex, fingering, dancing without leaving room for jesus, grinding, jealous!mc, not a content warning but xavier is wearing tight black shirt and jeansâŚâŚ.MMMMMM, unprotected sex, handjob through clothes
â .á⧠LINKS: original inspo | pics (how xavier and you make out in this)
The thumping beat of club music pounds in your ears, making it difficult to hear even your own thoughts. But you really didnât care, too intoxicated and having too much fun dancing with Tara in a throng of sweaty club goers.Â
The both of you had requested today off, wanting to see an up and coming DJ at the Linkon Lounge. Youâd started the night off at your apartment, getting dolled up in your wispiest lashes and outfits that made you feel strong, confident, and beautiful. Youâd shared a couple shots of tequila before slipping on your heels and scrambling out of your apartment, in a fit of tipsy and hushed giggles.Â
Coincidentally enough, you ran into Xavier on your way out. Your blonde-haired partner was in the apartment lobby, grabbing his mail, when you and Tara bumped into him, literally. If it werenât for Xavierâs quick reflexes, his forearm darting out to wrap around your waist, you definitely wouldâve ended the night before it began, with an ice pack in your hand rather than a fruity drink.Â
And thatâs when Tara had invited Xavier out with you. Truthfully, you were sure Xavier would say no. The club definitely wasnât his scene, and he undoubtedly had plans to have a cozy night in. But you were pleasantly surprised when he blurted out âyesâ before Tara could even get the words completely out. Tara knew Xavier wanted to come to keep an eye on you, and she was all too happy to play matchmaker.Â
You hadnât seen Xavier for what felt like at least fifteen minutes. You assumed he went off to the bathroom, or maybe to order some more drinks. Before long, you started to worry.Â
âIâm gonna go look for Xavier! Will you be okay?â you practically scream over the music, pulling the side of Taraâs face to your mouth so she can hear you better.Â
âIâll be here!â she yells, pointing at her phone, âText me if you canât find me!â You nod, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
You push your way out of the crowd, apologizing profusely as youâre met with the displeased looks and groans of drunk patrons.
Eventually you make your way to the edge of the dancefloor, scouring the area for Xavier. You had a difficult time focussing your eyes, stumbling about, but did your best to look for the enigmatic Hunter.Â
You quickly check the line at the bar before deciding to check the bathroom. Itâs then you catch the glint of familiar platinum blonde hair, Xavierâs body leaned up against the wall near the public water fountains.Â
You gulp at the sight of him, his head leaned back to rest against the wall, his hands folded across his chest. The musky sweat of the enclosed space made his black fitted t-shirt cling to his biceps, his skin glistening with sweat under the pulsing LED lights.Â
Even from this far away, itâs clear Xavier is drunk. His eyes are hooded with intoxication, his throat bobbing with shallow breaths.
Youâre about to approach him when the groups of people in front of you shift, and you see a girl latched onto Xavierâs bicep. The two look far too cozy, Xavier not doing anything to push her off as she speaks animatedly up at him, her eyelashes batting seductively.Â
Itâs not like you and Xavier were datingâŚbut it was clear there was something deeply intertwined about the two of you. That, and the fact that youâd been intimate several times. But you had to admit, youâd never made things exclusive.Â
You turn on your heel, thoroughly perturbed at the sight of Xavier with someone else, making your way back to where youâd left Tara.
Youâd just broken into the crowd when a firm hand catches your wrist, stopping you from pushing further. You turn back sharply, ready to throw your fist back, only to be met with the sight of Xavier, in all his flushed and handsome glory.Â
âWhere are you going?âÂ
You fight the urge to smack him, jealousy a true green-eyed monster, instead just feigning ignorance, âWhat? I canât hear you!â You gesture wildly with your hands to emphasize your point. You turn away from him, starting to tug your wrist away again when he pulls you back, hard.Â
He twirls you effortlessly into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you, secure and unrelenting. You look up at him in question. He leans down, and your breath catches as his lips come an inch away from yours. But he doesnât kiss you, instead whispering into your ear.Â
âI asked where you were going. Didnât you see me?â his breath is warm against your ear, the smell of alcohol invading your senses over the pounding music.
âYou looked busy. I didnât want to intrude,â you try to keep your voice level, but you can tell it comes out petty. You hope through the deafening music, Xavier canât hear how sulky your voice is.
Xavier looks confused in his drunken state, but shouts into your ear, his tone genuine and endearing even amidst the music, âYouâre never intruding.â
You sigh at his sweet words, tiptoeing up to speak to him and trying to be nice, âWho was your friend?â
Xavier looks even more bewildered for a second, before realizing the implications of your words, a lazy smile painting his features. He holds you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other coming up to touch your cheek.Â
âNot my friend. She couldnât find her friends and wanted to wait with me.â
You roll your eyes. Xavier was too sweet and unassuming for his own good.
âYeah, Iâm sure.âÂ
Xavier chuckles, âYou donât have to be jealous, I only have eyes for you.â
Your cheeks flare amidst the flush of alcohol on your cheeks at his words, and before you can speak Xavier is leaning down to kiss you. You squeak in surprise, but respond to his lips, kissing him back.Â
Xavier kisses you slowly, gently, and tenderly. You can barely even hear the music around you, the musky people bumping into the pair of you. All you can feel is Xavier, lips on yours, his hands stroking your bare skin, his hardening erection against your stomach.Â
He pulls away for air, his lips swollen and wet from your passionate kiss. Your ears pound in excitement at the way Xavier looks down at you, hungry and wanting more. You hook your arms around Xavierâs neck, pulling him down until your foreheads brush against each other.
âDance with me,â you whisper loudly against the music. Xavierâs eyes shine with excitement, and he nods, his hands gripping your waist as you start to sway to the music.Â
You turn around so you can watch the flashing lights, the alcohol making them look like a light show. You feel much bolder with the liquid courage running through your veins, so you grind back into Xavier, your rear molding perfectly against his crotch.Â
Xavier hardens so quickly against your movements, your body feeling so perfect against his. The alcohol makes everything feel much more fluid and raw, his body responding excitedly.
He too is fueled by the courage of intoxication, his hands roaming from your hips to your stomach, just above the fat of your cunt. He can feel the way you shiver at his touch, and he decides to dare further.Â
His strong hands wander up, until they cup your breasts through your sheer dress. He rests his chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear.
âIs this alright?âÂ
You crane your neck backwards to nod at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Xavier leans in to kiss you again, one hand still playing with your nipple, the other reaching up to hold your throat against him gently. The two of you kiss so passionately, so messily, that you hardly notice the crowd of equally drunk and horny people around you.Â
As you kiss him, your hand comes backward to cup the back of Xavierâs head, grabbing at his soft blonde locks. Your body continues to rock sensually into him, relishing in the way his hard erection sits between the slit of your ass.
Looking up at him through your wet eyelashes, you whisper, âM-More. I want more.â
Xavier groans, looking around, trying to find the quickest way out of the crowd. But you canât wait, too aroused by the way Xavierâs shirt clings to his muscles, the way his cock fights against his jeans, straining to be with you.
The alcohol dares you to be bolder than you normally would ever be. You grab his wrist, bringing it down to the hem of your minidress, guiding his fingers to slip under it.Â
You can feel Xavier stiffen behind you, eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching. But he quickly realizes quite literally no one cares about the two of you, too focussed on the music, too focussed on their own partners, to even spare you a glance.
So he follows your lead, his hands roaming under your dress, digging into your soft thighs. You moan into his ear, your head laid back on his shoulder.
With his palm so close to your cunt, you grind right into his open hand, wanting more friction, more of him. Xavier groans at your enthusiasm, quickly forgetting about the people that are packed around you like sardines. He feels something damp against his fingers, making him all the more desperate to have you.Â
âYouâre wet,â Xavier whispers sluggishly into your ear, âIs this all for me?â
You groan at his words, your muscles twitching with anticipation. You try and look at him, the back of your head still resting on his thick shoulder. Your hand grasps at the back of his neck, forcing his eyes to drift down to you, the azure blues flickering to your lips before they come back to your gaze.
âTouch me, please.â
Even under the strobing lights of the club you can see Xavierâs eyes darken, his jaw tightening. His eyes flutter shut as he leans down to kiss you.
At the same time, his finger gingerly dips into your folds, moving your panties to the side. At first he just rubs up and down with his middle finger, enjoying the way you moan into his mouth. But it becomes far too unbearable, not being inside you.
He slowly dips his middle finger inside of you, hissing when your little hole sucks him in tightly.Â
âIs this okay?â Xavier asks, wanting to make sure youâre alright. Your eyes dart around lazily, making sure no one can see Xavierâs hands underneath your dress.Â
You nod, your eyelashes fluttering shut as Xavier starts to pump in and out of you. The energetic music makes everything feel more surreal, only the occasional jostling of people bumping into the pair of you reminding you of exactly where you are.Â
Xavierâs index finger finds its way inside you, his thumb rubbing at your slippery clit. He alternates his free arm between shielding you from people pushing as they pass by, and cupping your breast through your dress. In all your writhing, your ass continues to grind against Xavierâs cock. Under his jeans, heâs leaking so profusely that your body rubs around the slick, creating a sticky mess.Â
Xavier pumps inside you, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, the feeling of risk and wrong.Â
âPlease â Please donât stop,â you pant, looking up at him with starry eyes.
The look of complete and utter bliss on your gorgeously flushed face makes Xavier bite his lip, âIâll never stop, angel.â
You clench down hard on his fingers at the endearing pet name, one he so rarely called you. It makes you writhe against his hot and hard body, pressed firmly into you, like a puzzle piece.
With your back still turned to him, you reach your hand back to where his bulge presses into you. With careful hands, you cup the massive swell of his manhood, biting your lip when he moans into your ear, teeth grazing against your earlobe.Â
You rub him enthusiastically through his jeans, enjoying the way he writhes under your touch, his cock straining through the tight restraint of his pants.Â
âYouâre evil,â Xavier groans, pressing kisses into your neck, trying to contain the moans he wants to make for you.
You lean your head back, staring at him through hooded eyes, âShould I stop?â
Xavier holds you tight, almost crushing you, to keep you from stopping.
âNo. Never.â
You giggle, turning back to the club stage, watching the DJ perform, hands finding their way back to Xavierâs crotch. His pants are heavy and breathy by your ear, fingers scissoring in and out of you furiously.
Soon enough, the feeling of just your plush body against his isnât enough anymore. He needs more.
With his fingers never pausing, he asks, his voice smooth and sultry, âI need to be inside of you, is that okay?âÂ
âPlease,â you whisper huskily, grinding against his fingers, âI want you.â
You can feel Xavier shifting behind you, pulling out his cock. He feverishly pulls your panties down just slightly, so that they rest under your cheeks. He lifts your dress, enough to give him access but making sure youâre still covered. He would rather die than let anyone see your precious body.Â
As the music comes to a peak, the beat building alongside your release, Xavier slips his erection into you. Youâre thankful for the heavy bass of the drop because you quite literally cannot hold back the scream that rips from your lips as he pushes himself into the hilt.
One of his hands travels from your waist to under the front of your dress. When he finds your clit, he pinches down hard.
âYouâre so cute,â Xavier hisses into your ear, picking up his pace, âWere you jealous earlier?â
âN-No! Donât know what youâre talking âbout,â you whimper, your fingers gripping the arm he has buried between your legs.Â
âMmm,â Xavier hums, clearly not convinced, âThatâs alright, Y/N. You have nothing to be jealous of, ever.â
âI-Iâm not â I wasnât!â you gasp, forcing the words together as Xavierâs cock nearly finds its way into your throat. But at this point you knew he could see right through you.
âWould travel through time and space for you,â he murmurs, words full of a boundless affection, âI only see you.â
He puts all that same adoration and passion into the way he fucks up into you, holding you protectively in place, making sure no one so much as brushes against you.Â
Your moans are strangled when his cockhead angles into your g-spot, cutting off the drunken confessions on the tip of your tongue. Xavierâs girth was always something you had a hard time getting used to, and taking him standing was infinitely harder. Your inner thighs burned with the strain of how fully he stretches you out.
Xavierâs hand comes over to cover your mouth, his smile pressed against your throat. The alcohol makes Xavier irregularly chatty, his inhibitions lowered completely, âYouâre so loud. Does it feel that good?â
Your eyes are rolled back mesmerized by the flashing lights, unable to discern what comes from the nightclubâs light show and what comes from the pleasure of Xavierâs poignant thrusts. You do your best to nod, your teeth sinking into Xavierâs palm to keep yourself conscious.Â
Youâre nearly doubled over now, your jelly legs unable to hold you up, with only the support of Xavierâs strong hand against your cunt and his other arm wrapped around your chest. He holds you up as securely as he can, his own intoxication growing having not drank any water since youâd arrived at the club.Â
âAre you okay?â
Xavierâs head snaps up to see a club patron in front of you, a concerned look on his face as he kneels down to be eye-level with you. Xavier squick readjusts to make sure youâre covered.
Your eyes widen, trying to straighten up, âF-Fine!â You nearly scream as Xavier continues to thrust into you, his movement much more conspicuous but somehow more intense.Â
âAre you sure? You donât look so good.âÂ
You want to be kind, but you can really only focus on the way Xavier continues to fuck you, not even caring that the good Samaritan in front of you was this close to realizing what was happening. The fact that you were still very much drunk did not help.
âN-No, Iâm fine,â you squeak, eyes rolling back when Xavier hits your g-spot. You canât see him but you just know heâs enjoying the position he has you in. He smirks in satisfaction, grinding into your ass, his thick length nestling into your every nerve.Â
The man looks skeptical, especially at your unfocused hooded eyes, âDo you want some water?â
Heâs about to reach out to touch you, when Xavier yanks you back, both arms wrapped protectively around you, âSheâs fine.â
At Xavierâs harsh tone, the man recoils, looking up, almost as if heâs just noticing Xavier. He nods awkwardly before disappearing into the crowd.Â
Xavier resumes his vigor, kissing your neck and whispering, âMine.â
âNow look whoâs jealous,â you giggle languidly, gasping when Xavier drives into you harder.
âNot jealous. Itâs just the truth,â he murmurs, tilting your head back to kiss you, fingers back on your clit.
His tongue explores your mouth excitedly, your pleasures quickly reaching a peak after coming close to being caught. Your body convulses around him, wanting him to push you into the oblivion of ecstasy.Â
âAlways so tight,â Xavier groans, âI-I wonât last long like thisâŚâ
You squeal, your sounds drowned out by the vibrating music, âNgh â me too Xavier.â
âG-Gonna cum,â Xavier gasps as your cunt strangles him, ripping away from your lips and panting for air.Â
You crane your neck back to look at him, your eyes wide with wonder and desperation. The blissed out look on your beautiful face makes Xavier groan, his hips stuttering into his climax.
âCum for me, Xavier,â you beg, impossibly close as well, âWant to feel you.â
Xavier shuts his eyes, his body following your every command. His cock explodes inside you, filling you with a hot warmth that spreads all the way to your fingertips and toes. Xavier doesnât speak as he cums, only suckling hungrily at your neck, moaning and whimpering into your bruised skin.
He keeps thrusting into you, even as his cum starts to leak out of your hole, wanting you to come undone too. Even when the overstimulation starts to border on pain, he refuses to stop.
His cum makes it so thereâs zero resistance, only the pure pleasure of his cock against your throbbing gummy walls. Soon, youâre cumming too, screaming into the pulsating music, your climax crescendoing with the drop of the song. The symphony of it all, the alcohol, the threat of being caught by any one of the dozens of people around you, makes it one of your most intense orgasms yet.Â
Your body instinctively clenches down as you release, making you cream all over Xavier, a mix of both your arousals. Xavier watches in awe at the beautiful way you cum, for him. Itâs enough to make him pump a few more ropes into you, even as his dick throbs sharply in protest.Â
Xavier hugs you to his chest tightly, holding onto you for support as his cock quivers inside you. You can feel his chest heaving against your back, shifting as he slips out of you and redoes his zipper. Xavier puts your panties back into place, pressing a faint trail of kisses along your shoulders.Â
Suddenly, the crowd feels suffocating and icky and you desperately want to be somewhere quieter with Xavier. You pull him out of the crowd, nudging throngs of drunk and horny patrons out of the way as you make your way to the bar. Xavier follows you sluggishly, his fingers barely closing over yours as you guide him out..
When you reach the bar, you order a water and turn to Xavier worriedly, cupping his cheeks in your hands.
âXavier,â you urged, âAre you okay?â
Xavierâs eyes flutter open, his eyes slightly rolled back, âMâokay. Just sleepy.â You giggle, patting his face gently, realizing the haze in his eyes is a mix of intoxication and post-sex bliss.Â
âI suppose I shouldnât be surprised, youâre always so sleepy. Especially afterâŚâ
Despite Xavierâs eyes remaining closed, he smiles and mumbles as he leans against the wall next to the bar, âCanât help it. You drain me.â
You blush furiously, despite it being loud enough where no one can hear you two. The bartender hands you a glass of water, and you bring it up to Xavierâs lips. Xavierâs eyelids flicker open, his long eyelashes fluttering as he takes in his surroundings again, like heâs so intoxicated off the alcohol and you that he canât make sense of his bearings.
You take his chin into your palm, tilting him up gently so the water doesnât spill. Xavier drinks obediently, not letting a single drop go to waste. His position against the wall makes it so that you tower a few inches over him, so he has to look up at you through his eyelashes. With each gulp of the icy water he never breaks eye contact with you, staring at you with all the awe and devotion in the world.
His hands gently grip your wrists, nuzzling into your hand. The way he watches you makes you want to squirm, his eyes glimmering under the flashing lights. His azure eyes feel like they hold the weight of an entire galaxy, but in reality itâs the reflection of you that makes his eyes sparkle with the brilliance of the stars.
âHey! There you two are!âÂ
You whip your head around to see Tara excitedly hurrying over to you as Xavier finishes the last of the water.Â
You turn to her, âTara! Iâm sorry, I found Xavier but then we gotâŚcaught up.â
She smiles and shakes her head. Thereâs a knowing mischief in her eyes, as if she doesnât believe you, âItâs alright! I made some friends.â
She looks at Xavier. Even though you no longer hold up the empty glass to his lips, he still stares at you with the same starstruck look, a post-orgasm mist over his entire face.
âWhy does he look like that?â
Your cheeks burn and you scramble to find an excuse, âOh, heâs fine! Heâs just drunk. And sleepy. Very sleepy.â
Tara grabs your chin, tilting it up in a squint, inspecting you. Youâre about to ask whatâs wrong, if maybe your false eyelashes came off, but when you look down at your shoulder you see exactly what sheâs looking at.
A bright red, purpling bruise. In the exact shape of Xavierâs lips.
âOh, I bet heâs sleepy.â
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 3.7k
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, drunk zayne, needy zayne, jealous zayne, couch sex, booby sucking, pretty vanilla tbh, slightly sub zayne, zayne begs a lot, prone bone, doggy, choking, making out, cumming in coochie, mentions of birth control usage, zayne is a lightweight
â .á⧠LINKS: original inspo | video | art (credit to @roschea-arts)
You stumble into your apartment, nearly tripping over the threshold as Zayneâs heavy arm slumps over your shoulder for support. You kick your heels off, briefly bending down to slip Zayneâs shoes off, before you lead him to sit on your couch.
âSit here while I get some water for you, okay?â you whisper worriedly against Zayneâs nearly unconscious face, pressing a kiss to his heated and clammy temple. Zayne doesnât respond, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he takes a shallow breath, nodding gently. Â
Well, this was definitely not how youâd expected tonight to go.
When youâd invited Zayne as your date to the annual UNICORN hosted Huntersâ Association Banquet, you expected it to be a relatively uneventful night. You never expected your raven-haired surgeon boyfriend to get drunk. In fact, youâd never seen him so much as tipsy since youâd known him.Â
And that was something Zayne intentionally made sure of; alcohol was not something he indulged in, ever.
Except when youâre so busy socializing all night that he gets unbearably bored, curious, and desperate for your attention.
So thatâs how he ended up absolutely plastered off two cocktails. In his defense they were deceptively fruity and sweet, the rims coated in thick crystals of sugar. Truly his kryptonite.Â
So when Zayne grabs your wrist while youâre talking to a fellow Hunter, spinning you gently to his hard chest, youâre completely taken aback.Â
âApologies. Can I steal my girlfriend for a moment?â
Your colleague, standing before the both of you, looks flustered at Zayneâs commanding voice, nodding fervently before he turns to leave. His face is pale, not realizing youâd brought a guest to the banquet, much less a guest that looked as handsome and imposing as Zayne. You whip around, eyebrows raised, to face the surgeon in question.
His face is uncharacteristically red, the tips of his ears burning so adorably bright. The first few buttons of his shirt had been undone, the collar disheveled, like heâd pulled at it until the enclosures gave way. Whatâs more, the tension that colored his words, alarming and unusual.Â
âZayne? Whatâs wrong?â you reach up to touch his cheek worriedly, gasping at how warm his normally chilly skin was, âAre you not feeling well?âÂ
Zayne releases your wrist, instead capturing your hand on his jaw with his own palm, pressing you deeper into his cheek. He practically purrs into your touch, nuzzling into your hand warmly.Â
âYou feel nice.â His voice is low, almost a rough whisper against the cheerful laughter of the night.Â
It was very unlike Zayne to be so blatant with his affections, especially in front of either of your colleagues. In this case, the packed banquet hall of UNICORNâs annual Hunterâs banquet, filled with curious and nosy onlookers, peering at the two of you embracing in the middle of the party.
Perhaps the bustling activity became too overwhelming for Zayne, especially given that you had been pulled every which way to discuss your recent mission successes. Youâd hardly had a chance to make sure he was doing okay.Â
âDid you want to leave? I can ââÂ
Zayne pulls you closer to him until your bodies are pressed together tightly, his slender fingers holding your waist in place. You squeak in surprise, blushing as you try to ignore the prying eyes of your colleagues as Zayne strokes your cheek, fingers playing with your loose strands of hair.
âWho was that?â Zayneâs voice is deceptively calm against the top of your head as he breathes in your familiar scent, masking the demand and restraint lurking just below the surface. Your pheromones calm him down slightly, making him feel much more at ease.
âWho was who?âÂ
Zayne bends down to reach your ear, his normally calm and stoic voice much more shaky than usual, âThat man, who was making you laugh. He seemed friendly.âÂ
Zayneâs words tickle your ear, making you shiver. Itâs then you can smell the alcohol on him, as he leans down to whisper in your ear, the bitter scent of vodka mixing with the faint smell of his cologne. Suddenly the questions of his irregular behavior clicked.Â
You lean back to look at him in shock, âZayne?! Are you drunk?âÂ
Zayne looks sheepish, his hazel eyes still intense, âNo. I donât â hic â donât think so.âÂ
You want to laugh at his incriminating hiccup, the surgeon undoubtedly intoxicated. That fact is only confirmed to you when you tip-toe up to peck his lips and taste the bittersweet trace of alcohol on him.Â
âYou were so busy, I got curious and decided to...indulge. Just this once,â Zayne admits, his eyes never leaving yours as he holds you close.Â
You donât speak, in shock at the way his words are slightly whiny and sulky all at once, something you never heard from Zayne. Zayne was never one to be jealous, and much less to actually show that jealousy.Â
Zayneâs eyes lower, glowing at you in a soft regret, âIâm sorry.âÂ
You giggle, resting your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. For that brief moment, you forget all about the watchful eyes around you, only able to focus on the man you loved before you.
âHow many drinks did you have?â
He pauses, looking genuinely deep in thought as he tries to recall the night, âTwo, noâŚmaybe three.â
You grin wordlessly. Zayne never drank, so he was undoubtedly a lightweight, that was no surprise. But you wouldâve thought it would take more than three drinks to knock the formidable man off his ass.Â
Zayneâs jaw clenched as he admires how beautiful you look tonight, his wandering alcohol-fueled desires pushing him to want to see much more, âWould it be alright if we called it a night?â
You nod, peering up at him, âOf course, are you not feeling well from the alcohol?â
Zayne averts his eyes, clearing his throat. His neck bobs against his undone collar, his tie hanging loosely around his chest.Â
âIâm alright. I justâŚwant to be alone with you.â
By the time you arrived at your apartment, Zayne had gotten considerably more drunk, the alcohol being further absorbed into his bloodstream.Â
You hurriedly bring him a cool glass of water, standing in between his thighs, over his limp body. Zayneâs head is thrown back against the cushion of your couch, already having yanked off his suit jacket and tie, the articles of clothing strewn over the arm of the seat, his neck and collar exposed. His snowy pale skin is splotched red, practically radiating a wave of heat.
Your fingers cup his sharp jaw, tilting his chin up, shifting to hold his heavy head in the palm of your hand, stroking his cheek lovingly. Zayneâs eyes flicker up to yours as you tilt him up, his glasses slightly fogged up from the heated crimson flush on his cheeks. His eyes light up when they meet yours, his eyelashes fluttering as he fights to keep his eyes open. You bite your lip, trying to keep your wide smile at bay. He looked so utterly adorable like this, looking up so affectionately obedient like this.Â
You bring the glass gently up to his lips, encouraging him to drink. Zayne obeys, lips latching onto the edge of the cup as you tilt it forward, gently nudging his chin upwards with your other hand.Â
His eyes flutter open at the feeling of your touch, his golden emerald irises trained solely on you as he drinks, refusing to look away. Heâs so focussed on you that dribbles of water stream down his chin as he gulps down the entire glass, falling onto his collar.Â
His eyes never leave yours as he chugs the entire glass of refreshing water, the whites of his eyes shining in the dim lighting of your apartment. If anyone else saw the way Zayne looked at you, theyâd swear they could see hearts reflected in them as he drank from your hands. He looked at you as if his entire world spun around you, the center of his universe.Â
When you pull away, Zayneâs eyes still donât leave yours. Instead, they appear to become more intense, more fiery.Â
âZayne? Do you want more water?â
He doesnât answer. Youâre too distracted by the incensed pools of peridot when Zayne yanks you onto his lap, lips capturing yours hungrily.
â
âNgh â Zayne!â you moan, pulling away from his demanding and bruising lips. Zayne grants you a brief break to breathe, but his fingers firmly hold your hips in place atop his erection that strains against his buckled pants, the two of you nestled deep into the couch cushion.Â
He gives you a second before heâs yanking your chin towards him again, soft mouth crushed against yours in an instant. Your lips are captured gently between his teeth, his hunger for you insatiable. The taste of alcohol is still faint on his tongue, and he wants nothing more than to overwhelm himself with the taste of you.Â
Youâre completely engulfed by him, the ferocity of his mouth against yours, the warmth of his breath against your tongue. Zayneâs jaw alternates, side to side, trying to give himself the best access to you he can possibly get. The cool touch of metal grazes against your cheeks, his glasses pressing against you in the vigor of his embrace. He groans in frustration into your mouth, forcing himself to briefly pull away.
Before you can even question him, heâs yanking his misted up glasses off by the temples, tossing them onto your coffee table without a second glance, without a single care. His eyes are hooded with desire, his glasses no longer obstructing you from him. They shut sensually when he leans back in, lips parting as his glasses clatter louding against the table.Â
He says nothing, smashing his lips into yours once again. You can vaguely feel the distinct bump of his nose, pressing into your skin, when he grabs the back of your head, pulling you harder against his all consuming hunger.Â
His tongue is unbelievably tender against yours, despite how urgently and desperately he devours you. His fingers press into the divots of your arched back, his arms are completely wrapped around you, bringing you into an affectionate embrace as he continues to consume you whole. His fingers stroke up and down the half exposed expanse of your back, enjoying how soft you feel against his big hands.Â
You grind down onto his cock as you try and match his passion, your panties sticking to your soaked folds. Your thighs are spread so widely against his legs, that the dampness smears against his dress pants, your dress doing little to hold anything back.Â
Zayne hisses at the delicious pressure, lips leaving yours to gasp into your ear, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin.Â
âD-Donât,â he gulps deeply, alcohol and anticipation making him trip over his words, âUnless you're willing to take responsibility for the consequences.â
You shiver at his words, leaning in to kiss his reddened earlobe, âAnd if I am?â
And thatâs how you find yourself naked, sweaty, and writhing on your back, under the pressure of Zayneâs half naked body on top of you, his cock ravaging every inch of your poor cunt.
Zayne is a mumbling and moaning mess above you, droplets of sweat beading on his bright red temples, his damp hair dangling below his forehead. His unbuttoned dress shirt flies wildly, his thick muscles twitching every time his lower half drives into you like a madman. If it werenât for the sweat lining your back, youâd undoubtedly be pushed around the couch like a ragdoll under Zayneâs furious passion.
You can barely see Zayneâs eyes, his dangling bangs obscuring much of his frantic face. You do your best to sit up, your chin on your chest, watching the way Zayneâs glistening body jackhammers into you, his rhythm erratic and desperate.Â
Trying not to drool, you watch his abdominal muscles twitch, his briefs and dress pants hanging off his hips. Heâd been so eager to bury himself inside of you that he didnât even take off his clothing, instead pulling his cock out from under the top of the waistband of his briefs. Itâs so heavy and thick with excitement that the restraint of his briefâs waistband is no match for it. Â
âMâsorry,â Zayne mumbles, so slurred you barely even hear it through the clinking of his undone belt, hanging off his waist.
âWh-what?â you pant, tugging at the sweat-soaked shirt that clings to his back.Â
âDidnât mean to get so intoxicated,â he pants breathlessly, almost sounding guilty, âIâm sorry.â
Your heart clenches at the vulnerability shining in his eyes. You know heâs not used to letting himself feel his emotions like this, to really give into his needs and desires. Â
âZayne, donât apologize,â you whimper through the pleasure, stroking his cheek, âYouâre allowed to let go sometimes.â
Your words nearly make Zayne snarl, his pelvis slapping into your ass, his hands elevating hips, your thighs wrapped tightly into his sides.Â
âYouâre so good to me,â he rasps, eyes rolling back as his praises make your body instinctively clench down, âIâI love you.â
âA-ahh nghn â love you sâmuch Zayne,â you squeal as he thrusts even deeper into you, his confession only increasing the passion he feels for you in the drunken moment.Â
Youâre surprised when you feel his damp hair pressing against your forehead, his cool lips brushing a soft kiss onto it, deceptively gentle compared to the way he ravages your wet heat.
âMâalways thinking about you,â Zayne moans, voice muffled as he kisses your forehead over and over, unable to keep his lips, his hands, off of you.Â
âI think about yâtoo Zaâayne,â you pant, trying to focus on forming coherent words through the shape of his erection being molded into your core. You knew just how vulnerable the fog of alcohol had made Zayne and wanted more than anything to reassure him.
But his cock stretching you out, nearly the width of a clenched fist, made that so difficult.Â
âYou looked â you look ravishing tonight,â he slurs, kissing down your cheek and onto your neck, âHad a hard time tonight, watching you â hic â be the most beautiful girl in the room.âÂ
Your chest flutters and you blush, clenching onto him, âH-Hardly.âÂ
Zayneâs eyebrows furrow, giving you a pointed thrust, making your breasts jiggle at the force, âLook at what you do to me.âÂ
His fingers cup your breast forcefully, squeezing down on your poor nipple, âYou know Iâm not one for jealousyâŚâ
âBut even I am not immune when you look like that, giving everyone but me your attention.âÂ
âSorry, my love,â you murmur, trying your best to speak through his frantic thrusts, âYou know youâre the one I come home to at the end of the day.âÂ
Zayneâs eyes darken with satisfaction, his fingers twirling your nipple in between them, âI suppose. But does that give you the right to let men flirt with you shamelessly all night?âÂ
âZayne, they werenât ââ But apparently protesting was a mistake, because Zayne only starts to hammer into you harder.
âThey were,â he growls drunkenly, letting his emotions take control for a split second, âBut I canât really blame them, not when you look like this. Not when you feel this perfect around me.â
You whine at his words, his simultaneous threats and praises making it impossible for you to think straight.Â
âI-Iâm soorry,â you find yourself apologizing, wanting to please Zayne, âWonât do it again, Iâll b-be good!â
âNo need to â hah â apologize, my love,â Zayne groans, âNot when I plan on reminding you exactly who you belong to tonight, all night.â
Your body convulses around him, knowing just how much stamina Zayne has, just how serious his slurred words are. Zayneâs hips falter, his body buckling into you.
âYouâre s-oo tight,â he groans brokenly, letting his head fall down to your chest, âAll for me, right?Â
âAllll fâyou! Only you!â you cry, your fingers gripping onto the back of his shirt when his teeth close over your nipple, nibbling gently. You claw at his back, desperately wanting to be able to touch his bare skin, but his white dress shirt is in the way.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he moans, words muffled by the way his tongue circles around your hardened peaks, suckling like he was trying to find the antidote to intoxication, âSo good for me.âÂ
As his thrusts grow sloppier, you know heâs coming close to his end. But youâre surprised when he pulls out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty.Â
âW-Why?â you demand, leaning up on your elbows in protest. Your eyes widen, almost salivating, when you see the way Zayne is gripping the base of his cock, the thick head red, angry, and ready to burst. He curses, forcing himself to take deep breaths, desperately trying to hold his orgasm back. He was learning that alcohol significantly decreased his normally endless supply of stamina.Â
âDonât want to â ngh â finish yet,â he pants, hooking his arm under your back and flipping you over so that your back faces him, your hips arched slightly off the couch. He quickly takes off his pants that are pooled by his knees, his briefs still clinging to his muscled thighs.
You squeak in surprise when you feel the wet smack of Zayneâs cock against your ass, the surgeon hissing at the painful yet arousing sensation. The sting helps to keep him from exploding right onto your beautiful body.Â
âNgh â Zaaayne!â you squeal when Zayne shoves himself back into you, parting your cheeks to give himself better access. You claw at your couch as he picks up his speed, rhythm still unsteady.
âIâm sorry,â Zayne apologizes, his words bordering on frenzied babbles as he pounds into you, his heavyset balls slapping against your clit, âMâsorry, love. Let me make it better.â
He leans down, pressing a trail of kisses down your spine, his pelvis rippling against your rear. His veiny forearms cage you into the couch, his foot lifting to step onto the cushion, right by your waist. With his leg raising as leverage, he can truly jackhammer into you.
Zayne goes absolutely feral in this position, his fingers coming up to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging gently as he bounces up and down on your ass. The sounds of skin against skin, drunken moans, and moist squelches resounds like a symphony in the early morning lighting of your apartment.Â
His grasp tightens in your hair, his other hand kneading the plush of your ass as it ripples against his thrusts. His voice lowers, throwing his head back with a moan, âBeen waiting all night to have you like this.â
âOh-oh God!â you cry when he thrusts into you, particularly hard and deep, making you see stars, âZayne I-I canât â Iâm so close!â
Zayne hoists you onto all fours, gently lifting your upper body by your neck so that youâre pressed firmly against him with your knees holding you up. He kneels behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other secures your neck against his chest. Â
âMe too, angel,â Zayne pants into your ear, his breath hot and moist. You can feel the truth in his words, his thighs shaky against yours, his thrusts erratic.Â
âPlease, let me cum in you,â Zayne rasps.Â
âWhen have I ever denied you?â you respond. Zayne came inside you nearly every time you two were intimate, ever since youâd started birth control.Â
âItâs a waste, if itâs not inside you,â Zayne slurs, âYouâll take it, right?â
When you donât respond, too wrapped up in the bliss of it all, Zayneâs hand descends to pinch your nipple. The power of his thrusts, the tease of his hands, his aura. He commands authority,
âTell me youâll take it all, for me.â
âI will, I will! P-please Zayne, give it to me!â
Zayne groans, grip tightening against your body, hugging you for dear life, âThatâs my girl, thatâs it, just like that.Â
Zayne has always been vocal, but his drunken ramblings have taken it to another level. You clench down, ready to come undone to the sound of his filthy praises.Â
Zayne is close behind you, hands kneading your breasts, balls slapping against your clit, âItâs coming Y/N, take it. Take it for me, please.â
You scream in response, cunt spasming around the last of his messy ruts. Zayneâs own strangled groans mix with the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other. You can feel every beautiful ribbon of white hot cum painting your insides, coating every inch of your waiting womb.
Zayneâs skin often felt ice-cold, but his cum always came out so hot and heedy. And now, with the flush of alcohol still clouding his circulation, his milky ropes of seed nearly made you feverish.
Zayne slumps against you, his body spent, drained bone-dry. The weight of him against your quivering muscles is too much, and your thighs give out, sending you crashing into the couch. He catches you before you can slam face-first into the carpeted floor.
He sets your limp body gently into the couch, shrugging off his white button-up.
âZayne,â you murmur groggily, savoring the image of his muscles peaking through his open shirt, âCome cuddle.â
The corner of his lip twitches, âI will, sweetheart. Let me clean you up first.â
Using the clean inside of his shirt, he carefully wipes off the slick that collects at your inner thighs, before it can pool onto the couch. Your legs are putty in his hands, Zayne cleaning you with the utmost care and tenderness.Â
When heâs done, he settles beside you on the couch, shifting you so that your neck rests on his forearm. He holds you close with one arm, the other drawing lazy circles into your stomach.
Zayne turns his head to the side, pressing a kiss into your temple, âThank you. For taking care of me tonight.âÂ
You can tell by Zayneâs calm and steady tone that heâs sobered up quite a bit from the orgasm, the control returning to his deep timbre.Â
You giggle, nuzzling deeper into his arm, the hairs of his underarm tickling your shoulder, âI hardly did anything.â In the comfortable silence, your eyes start to flutter closed.
âYou did more than you know,â Zayne whispers, the tender smile in his voice unmistakeable. You simply nod, muttering incoherently as you fall into a deep and sated slumber.
âYou are everything.â
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 3.9k
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, car sex, publix sex/slight voyeurism, sex while pulled over in da passenger seat, bottom raf, riding, face sitting, rafayel is a MUNCH, oral f!receiving, jealous raf, drunk rafayel, protective rafayel, somewhat mentions of violence, unprotected sex, no pull out ever
The night road ahead of you is peacefully calm, the drive back to Rafayelâs house a peaceful and scenic trip. There's very few cars beside yours, well Rafayelâs, on the main roads back, likely because it was close to 2am.Â
You were honestly having way too much fun driving Rafayelâs car, thoroughly enjoying the purr of the beautiful Benz. You didnât have the opportunity to drive many cars, let alone a Gran Turismo.
Your fingers tap gently along the rim of the steering wheel, admiring the elegant LED lights that kept you awake. Rafayel had the carâs interior lights set to a blushed lavender color, ever since youâd said it was your favorite setting. It reminded you of the pink in his cotton candy eyes.Â
Your eyes flicker to your right, briefly checking on Rafayel as he groans beside you in the passenger seat.Â
He sat with his arm propped up against the passenger side window, his head resting on his palm. His breathing was still shallow, his eyes closed in a restless and light sleep. The alcohol was no doubt making it difficult for him to rest.Â
You sigh to yourself, trying to think back to how the night had ended disastrously with him so damn drunk.Â
Rafayel had invited you as his date to one of his endless art exhibits, a few cities over from your home. Only this one was special.
When theyâd unveiled his starring piece, a beautiful oil painting on a massive canvas that nearly reached the ceiling, you nearly fell to your knees.
Because Rafayel had painted the most exquisite portrait of you.Â
You, surrounded in ribbons of coral and seaweed, the most colorful globs of intricate paint surrounding you, a mosaic of sea glass. You, dancing in the endless sea of pastel turquoise. You, in Lemuria. His home.Â
Rafayel had painted you countless times before, you were his muse after all. Even if he never admitted that openly to you. But this was different, heâd never so openly shared you with this world before. Never wanted to open himself up like this, to anyone, to you.
It was beautiful as it was magnificent. It made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, more gorgeous than youâd ever felt in your entire life. The way heâd put paint to canvas and created literal magic.
It appeared others thought so too. All the patrons attending the gala that night clamored around the oil canvas, press snapping photos, writers grabbing at Rafayel, trying to get anything for their tabloids.Â
It was nothing out of the norm. Youâd become quite used to the glitz, glamor, and madness that came with being his girlfriend.Â
What was unexpected, was the attention you got, as the subject of the painting.Â
The people who wanted a piece of you, the stunning woman in Rafyelâs newest piece. Rafayel did his best to keep you comfortable, shooing away the throws of people trying to get even a morsel of anything from you.Â
âRafayel. Itâs okay. I can handle it,â you give him your best reassuring smile, âGo mingle with your guests, Iâll be fine.âÂ
Rafayel looks reluctant, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, unwilling to let go. Eventually you convince him, with the promise of a reward later if he listened, to go speak to the serious sponsors and buyers that demanded his attention.
âNever shouldâve painted that damn thing,â he muttered as he walked off, looking back at you as Thomas dragged him off. He shouldâve known sharing you with the world would have driven him insane.Â
So you spent the rest of the night trying to be as sociable as possible, not wanting to upset any of Rafayelâs guests. After a few hours you finally found a free moment, finding yourself in front of the portrait once again. Most of the people had cleared out, giving you a chance to really admire the masterpiece.Â
Rafayel was undeniably talented, maybe the most gifted artist in the world, youâd always thought so. But the way he painted you here was more than just art.Â
It was his heart on a canvas. And his heart, his entire world, was you. Every fiber of his soul, woven together into a tapestry of lustrous colors, each one depicting a different memory.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â
You turn your head to the strangerâs voice, coming face to face with a handsome man, clad head to toe in the most luxurious brands. He stands so uncomfortably close to you that you can smell the nauseating cologne wafting off of him. And yet itâs his aura that makes your skin crawl uncomfortably.
He fills in your awkward silence, eyes looking you up and down, âDefinitely not as beautiful as the real thing.â
You really donât know how to respond to the strangerâs boldness, in shock at how forward heâs being. Your relationship with Rafayel was no secret, the paparazzi having photographed the two of you publicly many times. And youâd walked into the gala on Rafayelâs arm.Â
âThank you,â you say curtly, offering a small smile, trying to return your attention to the display.Â
âIâm going to buy it, you know. And then maybe after, I can buy you a drink?â when his hand lands on your bare shoulder you flinch back, ready to resort to your tactical training. The thought of this man buying a portrait of you makes you nauseous.
Before you can give him a piece of your mind, heâs falling backward with a surprised yelp.
âHands off the art,â an all-too familiar voice snarls, as he stands between you and the man. Youâre too shell shocked to realize Rafayel is clearly drunk, his charismatic voice drawling muddily.Â
âDonât touch me,â the man snaps, âI bought this piece, I legally own it.â The way he says âpieceâ makes your blood boil, the misogyny dripping off his words.
Rafayel, drunk as he might be, catches on too. Fire burns in his eyes, matching the heat of his Evol. Thomas isnât far behind, looking at you with desperation on his face, begging you to help him defuse the situation. Rafayel was spontaneous enough as it was, there was no telling the lengths heâd go to when he was intoxicated, especially when you were involved.Â
You reach your hand out, grasping Rafayelâs fingers and gently pulling him back towards you.
âHeâs not worth it,â you whisper when Rafayelâs head snaps to you, his eyes softening instantly when they land on you. Rafayel spares the man, rubbing his wrist with a grimace, a glance. You wrap your arm around Rafayelâs waist tugging him close to you and trying to lead him out of the nearly empty gala.
Rafayel takes a deep and shaky breath, before nodding slightly. As he turns to leave with you, he glances back to the man and Thomas, his chin raised.
âItâs not for sale.â
âB-But I already wrote the check,â the man blew up, face red with anger and disbelief.Â
Rafayel smiles, a fake and genuinely terrifying smile, âI donât care how many checks you write. Youâre never looking at her again.â
Itâs enough to even send chills down your spine.Â
With those words, Rafayel exited the gallery with you on his arm, you rubbing soothing circles into his back. It was rare Rafayel got full blown drunk; youâd seen him tipsy numerous times, but he was always careful not to cross the line into completely losing control of his inhibitions.Â
As he slumped in the passenger seat of his car, he briefly explained just how he found himself so shit-faced.
âEveryone was taking your time,â he slurred, breathing heavily. The alcohol made him bluntly honest, much more so than heâd normally be about something like this.Â
âOh, RafayelâŚâ you giggle, bending over to latch his seatbelt in, âI know, itâs usually you getting the attention, it must have been weird to share it. Iâm sorry.â
Rafayel scoffs, his head resting on the window, âSânot why I was upset. I donât like sharing you.â
You bite your lip to fight the smile that threatens to sneak its way onto your face, âWhy didnât you just come back?â
âWas trying to distract myself. Didnât want to disappoint you,â he mutters, his eyes closed and his arms folded across his chest as you start the car, âI know you wanted me to talk to the annoying old farts.â
And then he promptly dozed off, like a precious little baby.
You were about 15 minutes from his place when Rafayel stirred awake from the mere feeling of your hand on his thigh. It was far too dark to see the tent growing in his pants, all from your fingers stroking his sensitive thighs, even when he was unconscious.
âHey,â you murmur softly, giving him a smile when you see the movement in the corner of your eye, âYou feeling okay? I have water in my bag.â
âP-Pull over,â Rafayel slurs, still clearly drunk. His eyes are glued to your palm on his leg. Not even he knows why the innocent touch has him so worked up and feral.
âWhat?!â you exclaim in a mix of disbelief and shock, âWeâre so close to home ââ
âPull over,â he urges you again, the strain between his legs growing painful, âPlease.â
His urgency makes you nervous, and you quickly find a secluded area you can pull over, turning your hazards on when you do so.
âDo you need to throw up?â you turn to him worriedly, grasping his thigh tighter in your fingers and rubbing soothingly, unsure of what to do.Â
Rafayel groans at your unknowingly innocent actions, rubbing his hand down his face, which only makes you worry more.Â
You undo your seatbelt so you can sit on your knees and face him, your hands still rubbing up and down his thighs, hoping to make him feel better.
Rafayel takes that opportunity to undo his own seatbelt, hoisting you out of your seat and onto his lap. You try to muffle your scream as he effortlessly carries you onto his lap, cramped between his body and the front dash. It always surprised you just how powerful Rafayelâs body was despite his toned and slender build.
âRafayel!â you squeal as he sits you on his lap, âWhat are you doing?!â
He doesnât speak, only looking up at you with big wet eyes. He spreads your thighs so that they cage his own legs, his hands resting on your sumptuous hips. Despite his strong and possessive hold, youâre still able to twist around to grab your tote bag, pulling out a plastic water bottle.
âDonât need to throw up,â he mumbles, looking up at you through his long and dark eyelashes, âJusâ need you.âÂ
With his hand on your back he pushes you down until your chest is flush with his, capturing your lips in a feverish all-consuming kiss. The bitter and sharp taste of alcohol is still strong on his tongue, his lips impatiently messy and insistent. Rafayel rocks up into you as he loses himself into your embrace, his very clear and prominent erection begging for attention.Â
âR-Raf!â you pull away, even at his whiny refusal, hands still tugging at the clothing at your hips, âDid you really make me pull over for this?â Your eyes dart around nervously, making sure thereâs no cars around you. But it wasnât necessary, Rafayelâs windows were so tinted that even if you had your nose pressed to the glass you wouldnât be able to see much.Â
âCome on, at least drink some water while weâre pulled over,â you untwist the cap of your reusable water bottle.Â
âNo,â Rafayel pouts at you, the rose flecks in his eyes glow as he looks up pleadingly at you, âI donâ want water, wanna kiss you.â
You canât help but laugh, despite the risky and precarious situation you find yourself in. That situation being Rafayelâs very excited crotch.Â
âDonât laugh,â Rafayel broods, his bottom lip jutted out, shiny with a sheen of saliva, âI wanted to be with you all night, âspecially when everyone was getting your attention.â He presses his chin onto your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your body wash and pressing wet kisses into your neck.
âWanâ my reward now,â Rafayel slurs, his wandering fingers hooking under the thin strap of your evening dress, slipping it off your shoulders.
âYouâre drunk Rafayel,â you reason firmly, even though your body is already betraying you. Your thighs squirm, widening instinctively for him, excitement pooling at the apex of your legs.Â
âSooo?â Rafayelâs head fall backs onto the headrest, âJust give me a taste, please?â
You want to keep a level head, deny his insane request, but his hard body against your pliable one makes you desperate for more. BesidesâŚthe windows are almost completely blacked out and you were in a very secluded upper-end neighborhood, where all the homes had nearly miles of yard between them.Â
âFineâŚâ you concede, âBut only if you drink some water.â
Rafayelâs eyes practically radiate, nodding eagerly and raising his lips to the cool bottle. His sudden willingness is comical, and you smile fondly at him as you help him to drink. Rafayelâs fingers squeeze against your waist, your soft skin making him grow thicker and hotter by the second.
His body unconsciously grinds against you as he drinks the water, eyes open wide with a faux innocence, staring right at your heated and flushed cheeks. Heâs so focussed on admiring the irresistible look of desire on your face as he relentlessly rocks into you, that he doesnât even feel the cold streams of water trickling down his shaky chin.Â
His fingers trace delicate and intricate shapes into your waist, eyes hooded at the feeling of your heat against his throbbing member. His eyes never leave yours as he finishes the last of the water, looking up at you through his thick purple eyelashes. His eyes shine brightly, the pinks in them accentuated by the LEDs of the car, watching you with a vast sea of desire.Â
Just as you remove the bottle from his lips, Rafayel lowers the angle of the passenger seat, as far down as it can possibly go.
You shriek in panic, clutching onto Rafayel as the chair dips suddenly, limbs flailing wildly. Rafayel takes that opportunity to lift your thighs, hoisting you nearly to the top of the passenger seat until youâre kneeling with his face in between your thighs.
âR-Rafayel!â you yelp, gripping onto the leather backseat for balance, thighs squirming at the feeling of his warm breath fanning against your exposed lips. The slick that had pooled in your panties makes you much more sensitive to his heated pants. Practically dripping onto his face.Â
âYou promised a taste,â he mumbles, all consumed by the way you glisten against the dim indoor lights of his car. He doesnât let you get another word in before heâs pulling your panties to the side and licking a fat strip up your slit, all the way to your clit.
âNgh â Raf!â If it werenât for his strong hands on your thighs you wouldâve crushed him with the way your knees buckled and you nearly fell on top of him.
Rafayel doesnât speak, only a filthy string of wet slurps and strung out moans audible, this tongue writhing against you, positively starved. The way he makes out with your cunt makes your muscles melt, your body nearly melding into the seats.
Rafayel can feel your shaky legs struggling to keep you up and he pulls your hips down, guiding you to sit on his face. In your surprise, you fall completely, a choked sob of bliss ripping from your mouth when Rafayel completely engulfs your weeping cunt into his mouth.
You're a babbling mess of the most lewd cries, your thighs clenching unbearably at the pleasure Rafayelâs tongue forces into you. You try not to put too much weight on Rafayel, but he only pushes you down, wanting you to crush his skull.Â
âTastes so sweet,â Rafayel moans into you, the vibrations of his praises reverberating through every single one of your nerve endings. As he eats you with a relentless excitement, his eager nose strokes along your folds, gathering your arousal with every stroke.
âAnd itâs all for me,â he whines in the most pussy drunken voice youâve ever heard from him, likely from the heavy intoxication, âNo one else's, just mine.â
You can tell heâs still reeling from the encounter at the gala, with the man whoâd wanted to buy the piece heâd painted for you. Just reassuring himself of things he already knew to be fact.
âAnd youâre mine,â you gasp through the sparks in your vision, wrought with pleasure. You do your best to keep your nails out of the expensive leather upholstery, tearing at Rafayelâs skin instead.
He grunts with the sting of your scratches, the pain fueling his excitement, which he funnels into the way he devours you, slurping up every single drop that pools down your lips.Â
With one hand on your thigh, he palms himself through his dress pants, jerking furiously.
It isnât long before he yanks you away with a desperate gasp, carrying you back down onto his lap, âNeed to be inside you now, âkay?â
The ears ring with the whiplash, the pleasure being yanked away suddenly, staring at Rafayel with dumbfounded wide eyes. You barely register when he takes his bare cock out, rubbing it up and down your absolutely drenched folds, your dress bunched to your waist.
He holds himself firm in his fingers by the base, squeezing down as he rubs up and down your glistening slit, peering up at your rosy cheeks.Â
âBaby?â he huffs, sounding faraway, âCan I?â
You barely even register your nod, your body moving on its own volition. Rafayel grins, lining himself up and not wasting another second before sinking himself into you, his favorite place in the entire world.
Your face is stuck in a perpetual oh as Rafayel sinks all the way into you, his veins especially prominent in his intoxication. You can almost feel them throbbing as they squeeze against your tight walls, his hips flattering when he feels himself hit the soft walls of your g-spot.
âNgh â I love you, Y/N,â Rafayel moans, his arms coming up to wrap around your back, pulling you tightly against his torso.
You nuzzle your head into Rafayelâs chest, needing the support as he starts to rock into you, bouncing your body off his lap with the strength of his thighs.Â
âO-Oh God,â you whimper into his chest, letting him man handle you against himself, too overwhelmed by the way heâd made you feel with his tongue, and now his cock.Â
âJ-Jusâ like that, baby,â Rafayel mewls into the crown of your head, taking in deep lungfuls of your scent. His arms are wrapped so tightly around you that you almost canât breathe, but you only want him to hold you harder, tighter.Â
You canât even be bothered to care that youâre fucking in such a public area, the risk of getting caught just a faraway thought. The only thing you can find yourself caring about is the way Rafayel drives deeper into your guts, forcing you to look at him as he buries himself into you.
âHah â pretty girl,â he breathes out, his body slowing. You realize the alcohol must be making him tired, and you force your weight onto your knees.Â
âL-Let me, Raf,â you whisper, sitting up as much as you can until your head brushes against the car roof. Rafayel watches you with wondrous eyes as you begin to ride him.
âOo-oh shiit,â he groans, mesmerized by the way you roll your body into him, âYou're so perfect, Y/N. Just like that, please donât s-stop.â
You whimper, biting your lip and trying to control the way his cock has your body screaming for release. You lean back onto his knees, one hand grappling at the window for leverage, the other cupping his balls.Â
Your hand is met with the wet condensation of the frosted window, the mixture of yours and Rafayelâs torrid breaths fogging up the interior completely. Itâs such a sensual sight that you clench down on Rafayel, thinking about the passion of this moment, in the confined space of his favorite car.Â
Rafayel lets out the most delicious string of moans and expletives as you gently massage his balls in your fingers, fondling them delicately, âOh God, that feels so good, you feel â angh â amazing.â
You throw all your energy into rolling your hips against Rafayelâs pelvis, wanting to use him until you were utterly spent.
âSo big Raf,â you wail, struggling to keep up a rhythm as his size splits you in half, âI-Iâm soo clo-ose.â
âFuuck, me too,â Rafayel grunts, his neck craning back, back arching slightly at the way you ride him so filthily, âDonât stop, Iâm almost â ngh â there.â
His lewd words are your last straw, your hips stuttering as your cunt coils tightly around his length, your body orgasming so intensely through your tightly shut eyes. You desperately hope no one is nearby, because the muffled screams coming from the inside of the car were sure to be audible.Â
âYou love me, right?â Rafayel slurs, his eyes wet and on the verge of coming undone, needing your words to be the final push.
âI love you Raf,â you gasp brokenly, still bouncing on his lap, âSoo-oo much!â
Your vice grip on him has Rafayel seeing stars of his own, the blinding pleasure signaling his own release. As he cums, he brings you back to his chest in a heated embrace, babbling into your mussed hair.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â comes his strangled mantra, the words overflowing from his wet puffy lips, âMy Queen.â
You whimper as Rafayel fills you with rope after rope of his hot seed, it already beginning to seep out of your hole and down his still hard length. He gives you everything he has, the soul nearly being sucked out his body through his cockhead.
Rafayel digs his nails into your back as you overstimulate him with your languid thrusts, urging you to stop.Â
âN-No more,â he whines, holding you in place, âYouâre trying to kill me.â
You still your hips with a chuckle, listening to his rapidly pounding heart, âI would never.â
Rafayel strokes your hair, holding you against his body, his cock softening and slipping out of you. You wince at the feeling of how much dampness leaks out of you, sitting up and trying to cup yourself so it doesnât leak all over Rafayelâs seats.
But Rafayel holds you back down, âNo. Stay.â
âRafayel, it's going to ruin the seats!â
âI donât care,â he mumbles, his voice still sluggish from the alcohol, nuzzling his face into your chest as he hugs you to keep you from moving.
âYou care, you love this car. I love this car,â you whine, trying to pull away and keep the slick from spilling everywhere, but he doesnât relent.Â
âJust say you love the car more than me,â he sulks, his bottom lip protruding.Â
You glare at him, before deciding to tease him and play along, âI love the car more than yââ
Rafayel covers your mouth with his hand, squinting at you, âIf you finish that sentence Iâll scream.â
Š aeyumicore 2024.
.á⧠THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND AO3. i am not @/aeyumicores or @/aeyumiicore or any variations of my blog name.
â§.Ë i do not permit translations or reposts of my work on tumblr, ao3, or others. please do not reuse my blogpost headers, dividers, or layouts. these are original designs of my own.
nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically âtesting caleb's patience: the ficâ, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.
âIt's a waste,â you'd always say. âYou might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.â
And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, âThough most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.â
You usually don't heed his warningsâCaleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.
...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. âNnâ hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?â
You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. âC'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.â
You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.
âI... I feel weird,â you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. âI'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...â you swallow down your embarrassment, âmy pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?â
Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. âI can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.â He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. âAphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...â
Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. âPlease help me, Caleb...â Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. âIt hurts... I need this inside me...â
Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, âI can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?â He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. âFuck....â
The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. âThat's hot...â
He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.
He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. âAh, fuck, that's good... so good...â
âAh, ah, Caleb!â
You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. âI'm taking this off, baby.â
He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. âH-hey, I liked this shirtâ haa...!â
âI'll buy you a new one,â he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. âThese things are fucking annoying...â
Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. âShit, that's more like it,â he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. âYou feel so good.â
âCaleb, put it inside already,â you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. âThis isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...â
Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. âDidn't I tell you I don't have a condom?â
âI don't care!â you struggle in his hold. âFuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...â
You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, â...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.â
The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.
âSo you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?â He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. âFuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.â
He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. âOpen your mouth, slut.â
He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.
âWe're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,â he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. âI'm the only one who gets to call you mine.â
âHaa... haa...â
Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.
âFuck, I can't stop my hips....â Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. âAh, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.â
He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.
âAre you starting to regret what you said now?â He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. âToo late for that, though.â
Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.
âYou're squirting again? How many times have you cum?â Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. âNasty girl...â
He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.
He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. âIf you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.â He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. âBut you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...â
Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. âYou can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.â He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. âJust me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?â
He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.
âEven though I'm in front of you...â Kiss. âEven when I'm the only one who loves you this much...â Kiss, kiss. âYou're still thinking of another person...â Kiss, kiss, kiss. âThat's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.â Another sloppy kiss.
You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. âWait, Calebââ
He pins your wrist to the bed. âI'm not stopping.â
âI'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to listeâ ahh, haa, hnn!â The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. âFuck, ahâ Caleb, listen to me!â
He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. âI am.â
You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.
âCaleb, I was justâ I didn't mean what I said...â you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. âI, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck meâ ah, ah!â
He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. âYou're just making excuses to get me to stop.â
âI'm not, you dummy! I...â your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, âCaleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and Iâ gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...â
You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
âI'm not telling you to stop,â you repeat yourself firmly. âI just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.â
His hips come to a complete stop. âSay that again.â
âI love you, Caleb.â
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âOkay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to saâ aah!â
He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. âFuck... you love me? You love... me?â The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.
âI love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...â you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. âNow say it back.â
âI love you,â he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. âI love you so much.â He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. âI love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...â
His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
âShit, Caleb!â You wail, rutting to his finger. âEverything feels so good, ah, ah!â
âYou feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...â he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. âYour pussy keeps sucking me back in...!âÂ
âAh, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!â
His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. âFuck, shit!â he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. âFuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohhâ take it deep in your wombââ
He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. âIt won't stop,â he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. âYour pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...â
âCaleb, shit, how are you stillâ ohh, fuuck...â you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.
Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. âI need a shower,â he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.
âWe need a shower,â you correct him. âI probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.â
Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. âAnything for the girl I love.â
Summary: Playing with different varieties of chocolates with the LADS boys.
Warnings: 18+ content, NSFW, smut, fem!reader, food play, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, nipple play, lots of licking, heavy making out, choking, spanking, public spaces, grinding, begging, alcohol, some use of evol, edging, orgasm denial, praise, degrading, cream pie
A/N: Wanted this posted on Valentines Day, but whatever, enjoy some food! <3
âŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤ
ZAYNE - Ice cream Play
It all started with a spoon and a pint of chocolate ice cream.
He should've have known you were up to no good, giving him his Valentine's Day gift. That mischievous yet beautiful smile grazing your lips in a subtle manner. He should have known better.
It was another year of Valentine's Day, another year spending it together as boyfriend and girlfriend. Last year Zayne had treated you like a princess, with a nice romantic dinner, gifting you your favorite flowers. All before strolling through the night town, heading over to his place for a blissful midnight. But it seems this year doctor Zayne was a bit busy this day, as so were you with your hunter duties. It disappointed you a bit knowing you wouldn't spend the full day with him, and Zayne knew this. Knowing he'd probably be working a late shift and not spend the night with you. So, the both of you figured out your schedules wondering what time the two of you would be the freest.
"I managed to get us two hours, come around at my office at six-thirty." He says as you agreed to this offer, already having enough free time during the late afternoon.
So, with the information in hand you came to his office with good takeout food for dinner, and your sweet treat. Knowing that you had two hours with him, you decided to take advantage of it, having as much fun with him as you can.
It all started out tame.
You are knocking and walking up to Zayne's desk earlier than expected. Bag full of delicious food from a favorite restaurant you both liked. Zayne being the one step ahead man he is, giving you your favorite bouquet of flowers. The two of you decided to dine in the hospital cafeteria, eating your food and conversing with your lover. Paying attention to the small subtle ways he shows his affection in public, making your heart swoon. While you complained about your time being limited; it made him roll his eyes at your childish behavior. But he felt the same way deep down, promising you that
So, he questions how in the world did he found himself in this situation.
"Haah...aah."
"Mm...taste so sweet~"
You'd appeared to be sitting on his lap. Zayne's white dress shirt and tie were gone, draped across his desk, the only thing he had on was half of his black pants. As well as his rectangular glasses, that cutely tipped sideways on his face a bit. The man's eyes clench as well as his hands the gripped against your bare thighs. His face had a red hue gracing his pale features, as you were enjoying yourself. Enjoying yourself, by slowly tracing the cool edge of the spoon against his pectoral chest and nipples. A scoop of chocolate ice cream on the silverware as trails of cold melted ice cream decorated his skin.
All the while your pants were gone on the desk as well, as his pants were slightly pulled down his to his thighs with his briefs. Zayne's cock was throbbing hard inside your warm cunt. Feeling the tight walls clamp down on him, squeezing him. You could feel him twitching heavily inside, as you cock warmed him. It's been a good few minutes since you sat on his shaft, without a trace of moving on him. And the more he waited, the more he got needier, desperate. Watching as you played with him using that damn ice cream of yours.
With each trail of the melted dessert left behind, your lips were always near, licking up the delectable treat slowly. Teasing Zayne, as you watch his composure slips into a downward spiral. His stoic features melting just as the ice cream, soft and embarrassed yet aroused as he opens his eyes looking down. His green eyes staring into your [E/C] eyes, half lidded and needy.
"It's always a game with you, isn't it?"
Couldn't help but chuckle at that question, nipping a bit of his chest, giving him a hickie right next to his nipple. He gasps as his gaze narrowed; you could see his glasses fogging a bit making you chuckle even more.
"-Ngh- must you always find new ways of teasing me?"
You smiled sweetly up at him giving him kisses up to his collarbone, neck, until you kissed his plush lips briefly. "Yes, because I know you love it when I get you worked up like this."
A small huff was made by Zayne.
"You...are very irritating love..."
A small breathless laugh at your words, "What? I thought my doctor could handle it." You chimed.
Zayne grunts when he feels your hips move around. His hands still placed on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. He watches how you move to get scoop another scoop of ice cream that sat on his desk. Turning towards him once again smiling at him seductively. Your left hand made its way you his cheek, fingertips tracing his jawline down to his chin. His heart picks up in his chest watching as you cup cheek with your hands. Your thumb running circles against his cheekbones before going down to the bottom of his lip.
You softly run your thumb along his bottom lip. An inhale drawls in as he closes his eyes, leaning more into your touch. His ears were tinted red making you swoon at how adorable and vulnerable your boyfriend was. Showing you this site of him that no one would get to see but you. It was so sensual, and all you wanted to do was ravish this man whole. So did Zayne as he thinks in his mind. Hands pulling you closer into his body then you already are. Massaging your ass, as the fat spills between his fingers, wanting more.
The hand that held the spoon was suddenly brought up close to Zayne's lips, playfully grazing the cool chocolate cream on his lips as if it was lipstick. He hums before opening his mouth slightly, taking in the sweet bitter treat. His tongue peaks out to kick his lips clean, that was until you met his lips, diving deep into a kiss he wasn't prepared. But he wasn't complaining as Zayne kisses you back, both of you tasting each other, tongues rubbing against one another.
Your inner self chuckles inside you mind. The lingering though on how you got your boyfriend to have sex with you in such a public space. Though it was still in his closed office, there could still be people walking by, listening to the tantalizing moans a sweet whisper.
You knew your boyfriend was not much of a pda person. A very stoic calm man, who rarely shows his affections outwardly towards anyone. Only doing so if it was needed. But with you, it seemed like all those icy walls have melted away when it came to you. It made you feel very special, special indeed to get the famous Dr. Zayne to become a shivering mess underneath you. To have him grasping at your body with so much desperation and longing.
He wouldn't never admit it, but he to loves how you get him to act all defiant. Take him out of his timely schedule and spontaneously do something. And he was not the spontaneous type of man. He'd be lying to say the thrill of someone knocking at that door, the potential of getting caught, sent his heart racing.
Eyes closed as you wrap and arms around his neck pulling his head closer, kissing him with so much easier passion. Feeling your own neediness get the better of you as you walls trembled with desire. Wanting to move along his dick, plunging yourself over and over again just so the impending wave of your orgasm can come crashing down. Your hand that held the spoon dropped with the sharp thud on the floor, but both of you were to occupied with each other. You fingers threaded through his raven locks, gripping and pulling his head back a bit causing the man to grunt.
"It appears I'm not the only one clinging for release." Zayne whispers in between kisses, soft yet desperate at the same time. Not hiding his needs from you. You can feel the way his cool breath hits your neck, as he pressed light kisses. Sending chills and goosebumps along your skin. His hands wandered your body all the way up to you back before going down your thighs. As if he was slowly coaxing you to just give in and stop with the damn teasing. Because the feeling was mutual, and he was just a desperate to rail into your cunt as you were for him to take you as his.
"[Y/N] please, I need you, I need more of you..."
You let out a whimper, you head leaning into his neck as your arms were draped over his shoulders. You couldn't take much more of this, so your hips start to move swirling his harden dick inside your insides. Zayne groans from this as you continued with this motion. You circled your hips grinding hard on him; you would've raised your hips and bounced on his cock, but you didn't trust yourself in doing so. As your legs were so weak and numb due to the intense cock warming session.
Reading your inner dilemma, Zayne's hands reached to grip your ass tightly. Taking charge as he raises your hips, using his own strength, before slamming you back down upon him. He repeats this action until he's got the rhythm down, fiercely pounding you with much speed. Punching the sensitive cervix of yours with his tip. It was so deep inside your walls that he was so close to breaching into your cervical and start womb fucking you.
It sent you you overboard.
"Fuck, Z-Zayne...so much!"
Nails digged into his shoulder blades, as heavy pants leaved your mouth. You try not to moan so much, not wanting anyone outside the office to hear your pleasure. But it was getting more and more harder to contain them with each thrust up Zayne immitted. It was as if he wanted to make you scream throughout his office, as if this was on purpose.
"You -hah- are, very troublesome." He grunts into your ear, desperately trying to get your hunters top off you. Unbuttoning your white dress shirt, making it sag off your own shoulders. His lips find your collarbone, grazing down to your breast cleavage.
"Getting me so worked up, knowing I'd have to go back to work soon. Knowing that I would be thinking of you all through the night."
Your head leans back, as you bite your lip holding in a whine.
"You always drive me crazy."
"Nngh...I-I'm sorry." You playfully apologize only for him to give you a little nip to your neck with a sharp thrust into your core.
"No, you're not. Take responsibility."
Zayne growls dangerously before thrusting up more into your pussy. You could hear the dirty squelching of your wetness, as it dripped down your thighs, coating his dick. The loud slaps of his thighs hitting your ass. You could also hear the groans leaving your boyfriend as he holds you tightly into his arms. Feeling the rise of your orgasm come to play, your abdomen squeezing as well as your walls around his cock.
"Fuck...I'm not going to last long..." He hisses, as his right hand comes down to your crotch. His thumb targeting your sensitive clit, pressing onto the nub and rubbing it harshly. It made your cry out; you weren't gonna last long either.
"I-I'm gonna cum...c-cuming..!"
"Cum for me love, I want you to cum with me."
It takes about three more thrusts before you came around his dick, your moans were instantly covered by his mouth. As he kisses you passionately, swallowing your breaths and moans. You were glad he did, fearing your orgasm would make you scream throughout the hospital. Making anyone around his office hear your debauched sounds.
It wasn't long before Zayne had come as well; letting your cunt milk his cock dry, taking in his seed.
It was so hot, and his tip kept squirting out load after load inside you. It felt never ending as you road through with your intense orgasm, your body shaking with post orgasmic bliss. The both of you break away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you lips before breaking away, as you lean into each other's embrace. There was silence as the only thing heard was your rapid breaths trying to calm each other down. Your head was laying on his shoulder, breath hitting his neck. Zayne's arms were wrapped around your waist, one hand rubbing your back in comfort as he enjoys your warmth. His shaft softening inside you.
"Am I forgiven?"
Zayne turns his head to see your goofy smile that stretched your lips. His heart can't help but clench at how beautiful you are, letting a soft smile curl his mouth.
"For now, but let's save that for tomorrow so you can get a taste of your own medicine."
Your own heart skipped a beat heart his low tone of voice. Knowing exactly what he meant by his words.
Guess you should by more chocolate ice cream.
âŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤ
RAFAYEL - Body Chocolates
"Well, this is definitely a site to behold and marvel."
You could only roll your eyes at Rafayel, humming a low groan as you had held a heart-shaped piece of chocolate between your teeth and lips.
You couldn't even move your body. Your body was adoring red silk ribbons that your boyfriend gladly tied against your beautiful naked [S/C] skin. Your wrists were up above your head with a nice bow; these ribbons were stretched down circling your neck, tracing to your breasts and stomach. All the way down as they wrapped around both your legs. Not only that, but Rafayel had also placed small heart-shaped chocolates scattered along your body, making you look like some inappropriate human sized valentine's gift.
One was in your mouth of course as a gag, two carefully placed on your nipples. Using his evol, Rafayel made the two chocolates melt over your areola. There was also one on your lower pelvis, close to your already aroused pussy. He had you laying there on the cold floor of his heart studio, the large window still showing the light of the warm sun.
"I outdid myself...you look absolutely beautiful darling. A perfect Valentine's Day gift just for me~" Rafayel smirks down, he was still wearing his inside comfort clothes, loose white shirt that was tucked into his black pants.
You would of retort back to him but all that came out was a low grunt. Which made him chuckle in amusement. Seeing the annoyed look on your face. He kneels down close to your head, using his hand to squish your cheeks playfully. "What's with that look, isn't my gift happy presenting herself to me on this wonderful holiday?" His tone was mocking.
You give him a series a hums, causing him to smirk even more. Knowing that your muffled hums were just witty retorts to his sarcastic mockery.
Placing two hands besides your head, he leans down close to your own lips that help the chocolate heart. It was starting to melt against your mouth, but it was soon solved by Rafayel. He opens his mouth ajar, taking in the sweet and your lips, kissing you gently. You moan feeling his tongue already intrude your mouth, as the both of you swirled you tongues around the chocolate and each other. It was hot, sticky, and very much sloppy, you could feel the drool roll down the side of your cheek slowly. All while the chocolate got smaller and smaller, until Rafayel pulled away with the rest of the candy eating it with much joy. There was a bit of saliva sticking to his chin, but he quickly licked it off using his tongue. You yourself swallowed the contents of melted chocolate yourself, all breathless as you stared up at him. Still annoyed and turned on at the same time.
"I can't believe I agreed to this..." You mumbled turning your gaze away from his.
Rafayel only pouts from your response, "You said you'd do anything for me?"
"Yeah, anything as in a normal gift you give to your partner."
"Shut up, this is normal!"
"Yeah, whatever you say...pervert~."
You watch as he grumbles under his breath, it made you chuckle with the roll of your eye. It was always a cute yet funny moment seeing him act like a childish brat whenever you teased him. Banter like this was pretty much normal between the two of you.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted once Rafayel nip your left breast causing you to gasp from the sudden pleasure. The melted chocolate heart that was placed on top of your nipple jumped a bit, a skinny strand of chocolate slowly curving down your plush mound. It made Rafayel eyes trail over, looking at the delicious treat with hunger in his eyes.
"You say that, but you're the one who agreed it...pervert~"
Heat rises on your cheeks, hearing he low seductive tone of voice that made your stomach flip. It made you look away for a moment, this only made the male chuckle. His head leans closer towards your ear; your breath hitched as you felt the heat of his breath hit the edge of your ear, lips grazing softly.
"Stay still for me, okay princess?"
It wasn't a question, and just more of a demand.
But obediently you nod, seeing his lips curl into a smile as he slowly lowers himself closer to your breasts. Sticking his tongue out, he takes a long slow lick across your areola. Gathering up all the sweet bitter mess into his mouth, while flicking your sensitive bud. Your eyes closed as your teeth bit the bottom of your lip. Holding in a moan that came out as a low groan through your throat. Rafayel could notice this already, you are holding your moans in a bit of defiance, he already took it in a challenge.
His head moves over to your right breast the wave covered in chocolate, using the same tactic. Licking up the chocolate along with your nipple teasingly. All before his mouth enclosed around your bud, suckling strongly with a pull. His left hand gripped onto your other mound, squeezing your tit.
Your hands tied above your head grasp at nothing but air, chest heaving as you were now biting the inside of your mouth. Any more biting and you feared you would draw blood. Your hips were tempted to wiggle, feeling the stinging arousal swirl below your privates. The cool air touching your pussy, making it more agonizing. The chocolate heart the way placed upon your pelvis sending some sort of warmth just from it touching your skin. It caused you to slowly wiggle your ass against the cool floor, which made Rafayel quickly bite your nipple playfully.
You moaned of course, completely taken off guard from the bite. He looked at you with only a mocking smile, letting your nipple go from his teeth.
"Told you to stay still cutie."
"Hah...it's hard to when you keep teasing me damn it..."
"Aww poor thing~"
Rafayel coos, his tone still mocking, as your eyes narrowed at him. His warm hand glides up and down your stomach, fingertips tickling your sides, causing you to shake. Not knowing whether to moan or laugh at the sensation you were feeling. And your boyfriend could see your troubled dilemma etched on your face. It was all too adorable to him; his own self-restraint falling as he wanted to eat you up. But he wasn't yet done with teasing you yet, no he was far from done.
He looks down in between your thighs to see your dripping cunt. Your sweet essence glistening with the glowing light of the sun. Added with the dripping chocolate candy slowly trailing down your lower pelvis. The chocolate trail so close to touching your needy clit. "I guess it's time to dig into my gift."
He says this, all while his body gets between your ribbon covered thighs. Rafayel lays onto his stomach, his strong hands and forearms holding your thighs apart, showing all of your delicious glory. He could see how you hole was clenching over nothing; it made his own throb underneath his pants.
His only to kiss up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your cunt making you whine pathetically.
"Please, Raf...please~" You moaned out to him
"Don't worry princess, I got you."
Rafayel whispers out as he then gives your cunt a slow lick up. Your back suddenly arches as your thighs quiver, but Rafayel keeps your grounded with his arms. He continues to lick your pussy, watching as the trail of chocolate that was on your pelvis stains your clitoris. Taking this opportunity, he eats up all the chocolate, licking it all over your pelvis before going down to your clit. His lips wrapping itself around it, sucking harshly on the sensitive genital.
Your limbs stretch, as your head leans back with pleasure. The bondage was so frustrating, as all you wanted to do was run your fingers through Rafayel's violet hair. Encase his head with your thighs, but it was impossible to do so.
The male painters face was now completely buried in your cunt. His senses all filled with you and only you as he ate you out. Eyes closed with desperate groans leaving his throat, thrusting his tongue into your aching hole. His nose pressed against your clit, intentionally shaking his head to stimulate you even more. Anyone who would see him now would think that he was a starved man.
He could feel his cock press uncomfortably in his pants, crushed against the marble floor where he grinds himself repeatedly. Thrusting into the floor with so much hungry arousal. He could cum just from this alone.
"-Mmm- fuck baby you taste so good."
"Ngh fuck...I-I'm gonna!"
"Is my baby going to cum already, that's okay, cum for me...shit make a mess for me."
His words enticed you more and more, his words vibrating around your cunt, as his skillful tongue curls inside you. Tears prick your eyes, as your hands were making fists, holding onto each other tightly.
Rafayel could feel you were getting close just by your moans. Your body shaking for relief as he assaulted your leaking pussy. To pull you even closer, he removed his right hand from your holding your thigh. Gathering your slick as lube, using two fingers he plunges into your gummy walls making you cry out loud from the sudden intrusion.
In an instant his index and middle finger viciously thrusts your hole. Curling, pressing, and prodding against your walls stirring your insides. All while his mouth was around your clit.
"Aah Raf! N-No I...I can't!" You babble out, eyes rolling back.
"Give it to me baby, I want it so much. No I need it!"
It didn't take long before Rafayel watches you unravel before him. Your back arching deliciously, as he could feel your walls clenching tightly along his fingers. Your moans high pitched, as they echoed in his studio.
Your orgasm came crashing down like a wave, your pussy squirting more of your sweet cum. Rafayel didn't hesitate to drink it all up, moaning heavily as his grinds his crotch on the floor. His own orgasm coming through as well. His load shooting into his briefs, making a sticky mess inside. He continues to thrust hid two fingers inside, prolonging your orgasm until you become sensitive, causing you to whine.
He stops, taking out his fingers to give them a good lick. His hair was messy, as his chin held some essence of your fluid. Rafayel gets back on his knees, his eyes scanning over your body. Your chest rising up and down trying to catch your breath. Eyes glazed and lidded, with the quick jump spasms that happen every five seconds.
You looked absolutely divine.
He would take a mental picture and paint you just like this. A big canvas where he could stare at it all day. It would never meet the public's eyes, because it would be for his eyes only.
Once you calmed down, Rafayel goes back to your lips and kisses you deeply. You could taste yourself and the hint of chocolate on his lips and tongue. Once he pulled away the mischievous glint in his eyes came right back, making your heart skip once more.
"I'm guessing, you're not gonna untie me?"
"Nope, we are far from over cutie."
Yeah, it was going to be a long day.
âŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤ
XAVIER - Syrupy Kiss
"You trust me?"
Was the first thing that came out of your mouth as you straddled Xavier on the couch. Holding up a jet-black blindfold in front of his eyes. Xavier looked up at you with soft blue eyes, his thumbs circling along your hips. You already knew what he was going to say, but you wanted to just make sure and ask if it was alright.
"Every single day angel."
He smiles gently, as you do as well, your body filling up with confidence due to his words. You give him a brief kiss before placing the blindfold right over his eyes. Helping him to adjust to his face. You lean back admiring his submissive compliance, his back against the couch cushions, his naked body on display for you alone. As you were only in a white lacey bra and panties.
This Valentine's Day, you had asked your ash-blonde boyfriend a very suggestive question that's been burning the back of your mind recently.
You wanted to take charge in the bedroom.
Most of your sexual relationship was Xavier was usually him taking the leadership role, every time you gotten intimate. But for a few months, you've been wanting to switch the roles a bit. Wanting to experiment and experience for a moment what it would be like to be the dominate role. So, with some inner coaching to yourself, and one embarrassing talk later, Xavier said yes to your big request. Honestly it didn't really take much for him to accept it, as he was willing to try anything with you. He was happy as long as he was close to you. And, he had to admit it to himself, the image of you taking charge of his body sent a whole wave a new pleasure he couldn't wait to dig deeper into.
And so here you are, straddling the male with a sweet smile. Seeing him so pliant and ready for your instructions.
Your lips meet his again kissing him innocently at first. Xavier of course leans into this, kissing you back with much eagerness. Your left hand slowly caresses up his chest, brushing over his nipple that sent a shudder within Xavier. A small whine hitting your lips making you smirk from the reaction.
Your other right hand makes its way down to the floor, to grab a medium size brown bottle of chocolate syrup. It was Valentine's Day; you figured you might as well give your boyfriend a sweet treat while you're dominating him. With that said you pull away from the kiss, your hand now caressing his cheek, thumb running along his bottom lip.
"Stick your tongue out for me baby~"
The tip of his ears is red, as he lets out a soft exhale from your words. He slowly but surely opens his mouth slightly ajar to let his tongue slide out. It was definitely a sight to see, made you wish you had your phone to capture this beautiful scene. Without hesitation you uncap the top of the bottle, using your fingers, raising and tilting the towards Xavier's tongue. Angling the nozzle so you had a good shot inside.
You then squeeze the chocolate syrup bottle, as streams of thick globs of syrup land on his tongue. This caused the light hunter to gasp, his hands squeezing your hips a bit all before relaxing quickly. Immediately, getting the taste of the sweet fluid flooding his taste buds. You didn't pour a lot to get him choking on the stuff, but you did squeeze enough to have the syrup slowly run down the sides of his mouth. Running down along his chin.
Without wasting a second, your hand placed the bottle back down onto the floor. As you quickly grabbed both of Xavier's cheeks and decided to suck on his tongue. Your whole mouth encasing his appendage, while the man just took it, letting you eat the chocolate that stained his tongue.
It felt so dirty and sloppy, but boy was he enjoying himself so much. And so were you. The cute guttural moans, the sweet syrup mixed with saliva dripping down both of your chins, some dropping along his chest and abdomen. It was all so much. You hand clawed the back of Xavier's blonde hair, gripping some of his locks between your fingers. It made his moan pathetically, as you deeply kissed him. You tongue ravaging his entire mouth, getting rid of all the lingering syrup that stayed in his mouth. You noticed how his semi-hard cock, was now fully erected and slapping against your lower stomach. It looked very much in need to be touched, a white pearl of cum seeping out the tip, staining your white panties. You couldn't help but to grind down hard against him.
"Nngh... [Y-Y/N]..." Xavier stutters out with raspy breaths. His moans were music to your ears.
You then pulled away from his lips, making him gasp and try to chase your runaway lips. You giggle at this action, watching his flustered-self breathing heavily. The blindfold only made his other senses more sensitive and alert.
"Doing all right bun?"
You kissed his cheek, calling him by his sweet nickname. Xavier only takes a gulp trying to calm his own heartbeat down.
"Y-Yes...please don't stop."
He begs you, and who were you to deny your darling boyfriend his needs.
You mouth trails to his neck, giving kissing and bites all the way down to his chest. Licking up the mixed mess that spilled on to his pecs, you even teased his own nipples, using your mouth and tongue, while you hand toys with the other. The man tenses up his abs, his teeth biting the bottom of his lip. He feels you go down and down his body, sensing how your body maneuvers its way off of his lap, and kneeling right between his legs. Honestly, he's trying really hard not to become too excited for what was about to happen. But you could tell from his throbbing shaft that he was indeed excited and ready to be touched.
Running a hand along his thigh, you leaned closer to his dick. He was bigger than normal guys you've slept with, and it made your mouth water wanting to get taste of him.
With a cheeky smile you grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle into your hand once again, uncapping the lid. You begin to lightly pour a small amount onto his cock, swirling the syrup around like a spiral, as if you were decorating a tasting dessert. You could see Xavier twitch at with every drop of the chocolate, willing himself to stay still. When done, you placed the bottle down only to stare at his tempting dick. It was dripping with syrup and his own pre-cum, sliding all the way down his shaft, down to his plush balls. It literally looked like something from a porno, which made your own cunt pulse with arousal.
"God, you look so pretty for me~"
Xavier blushes from the compliment, his cheeks and ears flushed. He felt both of your hands spread his thighs even more open. Getting yourself situated closer to his dick. "Can't let this tasty treat go to waste." You purred.
You stick your tongue out and start from the bottom, licking up the chocolate that started down to his balls, till you were up to his tip. This made Xavier involuntary jerk his body and waist a bit, head thrown back on the couch. You continue to do this motion three more times, licking up his balls and shaft like they were a lollipop. You even went down to his balls to suckle them harshly, baby boy was in blissful torment as you could hear the low whines and moans escaping his mouth.
His hands reaching for you, whether it be your head or face, but you quickly used one of your hands to grasp his, pinning one down.
"No bunny, keep those hands down."
"I'm...I'm sorry i-it's just...-hah- please I need...."
You couldn't help the big smile on your face, seeing Xavier so out of it. Not being able to form full sentences. It was absolutely adorable, you could only imagine what his eyes would look like. Maybe they glazed with lust, maybe there were shining with tears, edging to just roll down his cheeks.
"Tell me what you want baby."
Xavier swallows a wad of saliva stuck in his throat, as his head turns to the side for a moment. As if he was collecting his thoughts, thinking of what to say.
"Your mouth, I-I need your mouth angel."
It didn't really take much long before you had your whole mouth going down on his cock.
Your eyes were still on him watching this pretty blonde jerk and moan from your touches. Tongue gliding over his prominent veins, his messy dick coated with your saliva, cum, and the chocolate syrup. The taste was heavenly the sweet and salty complementing just well together as you lapped up everything.
It was a very addicting, and his expressions plus moans were just the cherry on top. Was this what Xavier thought whenever he had you a moaning mess beneath him. Oh, you prayed that this wasn't just a one-time deal, that you get to see this gorgeous side of him more.
Xavier's body was spasming all over. He could control his body anymore, letting you take control over him. His right hand was still holding yours, fingers intertwined with one another. He tries not to squeeze much against your hand, only reserving that to his left hand, that was gripping the couch cushion for his dear life. As if the thought of letting go would make him go crazy and lose control. It was all so much, and his brain couldn't handle your mouth and throat deep throating his dick so tantalizing.
"Fuck..! Ah...gonna cum~"
His orgasm was coming as he was right at the precipice of the cliff. So, imagine his surprise as you mouth was immediately take away from his dick, your hand squeezing the base tightly stopping his chance of an orgasm. A soft desperate cry could be heard from him, as Xavier's chest heavied, he can feel the sting of tears in his eyes.
"N-No wait no...[Y/N] please don't, I need you."
You lick you lips with a hum seeing him already beg so sweetly without you telling him to. Seeing him so ruined and needy sent you so much pleasure, you felt your panties get sticky with your own slick.
"Mm how can I say no to my bunny~"
You coo your words, not having the heart to edge him for so long. You figured he might go crazy if you didn't get him off soon. So, without hesitation, you take you hand off him before your mouth goes back deep throating him. Xavier's head his thrown back as he whispers 'thank you' over and over to you. You hand squeezes his thighs, slowly running up till your palm was right over his stomach. It rubbed small circles around and around his clenched abdomen, sending a warm comfort to the man. As if you were telling him to let go, and cum in your mouth.
And it was just enough to reach his orgasm. His hips buckle into your mouth, as load after load filled your mouth, while Xavier lets out a low moan. His cum was a lot, it filled up your mouth, rolling down your throat. You did your best to swallow every remnant of his sweet cum. Your right hand that was on his stomach even went down to his balls to fondle and squeeze them. Prolonging his orgasm to gather as much cum as you can wring out of him, and Xavier whimpers well to this. His body jerking and shaking, a glow of sweat illuminating his body. Once the loads stopped, you could her him whine from overstimulation, his cock very sensitive at the moment. You swallow the last drops before removing yourself.
You look at his spent cock, before looking back up to see the male visibly shaken. He was breathing heavily, his head tilt to the side as he tries to maintain himself.
You went to straddle Xavier again, your hands making their way to take off the blindfold off of his face. And once you did, your heart instantly skipped a beat. His cheeks were beyond flushed red including his ears. His eyes narrowed softly as his blue irises shined with tears, pricking the sides. His mouth agape as his stared at you with so much love that it could make any girl swoon. All that came out of his was a low whisper of your name, and a gentle smile on his lips.
Your hands cupped his cheeks gently, rubbing his cheekbones with your thumbs. your face inches closer as your kiss the invading tears that threaten to spill over.
"Good boy~"
Xavier hums, letting out a sigh. His arms wrapped around you once more, burying his face into your neck. You could feel his lips and nose graze your shoulder as he nuzzles you closely.
"Did I do good for my lady?"
"Of course, you were perfect...but..."
Xavier stiffens a bit as he pulled back to look at you with those big doe eyes of his, confused yet excited. He can see the devious smirk on your lips, and before he knows anything else, he's pushed onto his back. A gasp leaving his lips as he looks up at you, heart beating in his chest wildly.
He saw you take off your bra and panties, now fully naked as him. You straddle him, you pussy inching closer and closer to his head.
"Your lady needs to be serviced, I hope you don't mind. I'm just not done with you yet." You grinned down at him.
Xavier could only grin back with a mischievous smile of his own, his two hands wandering up your plush thighs. Bringing your closer as you straddled his head.
"Of course, my lady, whatever you want~"
âŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤ
SYLUS - Strawberry Love
Valentines Day with Sylus is anything but extravagant with this man.
No matter how many times you tell this man to not go overboard on this one day, he just doesn't seem to listen. Taking in your words in one ear, right before exiting the other. But those arguments were only minor as you had no room to complain, given that you enjoy it when Sylus spoiled you.
And he knew this. He loves spoiling you, and this was just another excuse to do so.
Here he has you in one of his private luxurious estates, on top a balcony where a large pool and jacuzzi resided. There were roses everywhere, even the petals that floated on the clear blue water of the pools. There was food, wine, and a great night view of the city. It was very much romantic.
Both you and Sylus were in the bubbling jacuzzi.
Your back was towards him as you were seated against his lap. His arms were wrapped around your bare mid-section, his hands teasing up and down your stomach, close to your new [F/C] bathing suit that he just bought you. You relax in his hold though, eyes closed, as the tempered water engulfs the two you in a warm embrace. His hand then makes its way to tilt your chin, making you angle your head to look into his ruby eyes. Sylus smirks, caressing your chin with his thumb, close to your bottom lip.
"Enjoying yourself dove?"
Your [E/C] eyes looked up at him, analyzing his face. You could see some droplets of water drip down the side of his head. His white hair wet, and his cheeks giving a pink hue to his pale feature. Probably due to the wine the both of you consumed as you two were tipsy. You then roll your eyes, as you turn your face away from his with a small pout on your lips.
"Eh, not so much.."
Sylus eyebrow quirked at your playful tone, already playing along with you and your stubbornness. His smirk doesn't disappear nor falter as he stares at the back of your hair that was tied in a bun.
"Oh, why so? Here I thought I did a good job."
"I'm just a hard to please woman is all, it's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up on it though, maybe you can do better next time."
All you can hear is the deep rumble of a chuckle exiting Sylus. His chest vibrating against you back sending chills down your spine. Of course, what you were saying was a lie and he knows this information already. This man will do and say anything just to catch you off guard. Pushing the boundaries to gain any kind of reaction from you.
You can feel his strong hand that was on your thigh start to squeeze against your flesh. His fingers tracing along your inner thighs, close to the lining of your bathing suit. You let out a steady breath, your lip biting as he teases the edges of your bottoms. Using his fingers to stretch the fabric up tightly. The part covering your pussy rubbed harshly onto your cunt, rubbing against your clit. This caused you to whimper out a moan at the tight feeling, your head shaking to the side and your eyes narrowed.
"Sylus."
"Yes kitten~"
He's mocking you at it drives you crazy just as much as the teasing he inflicted. He continues to grip the top of your bottoms stretching the fabric, making it press tightly into your pussy. Your hips start to grind desperately, wanting more friction and stimulation. You can feel the bulge underneath your ass start to grow, it only sent more arousal to your stomach.
"Are you sure you're not enjoying yourself enjoying yourself? Your hips are grinding as if you're in heat~"
"S-Shut up..!"
He only laughs at this as he continues to tease you more and more. Your eyes must have been closed because you didn't notice Sylus using his evol to bring the left-over dessert you had with your meal. Two bowls filled with strawberries and melted milk chocolate; he sets them down on the edge near the jacuzzi. All you knew was when you opened your eyes, Sylus had presented you with a strawberry dripped in chocolate right in front of your face. A finger his pressed against your clothed pussy making your back arch, head falling back against his chest.
"Open wide kitten~"
Feeling heat rise to your cheeks you hesitantly open your mouth for him. He smiles as he lowers the strawberry to your mouth, feeding you. Your take a bite of the chocolate strawberry, moaning from the sweet taste. The ripeness of the strawberry spilled its sweet juices into your mouth, rolling down your tongue and mouth, as well as some chocolate that stack to the side of your mouth. You were to occupied by the dessert to even notice that Sylus had slipped his hand down your bathing suit, two fingers running up and down your slick.
Your eyes wide, before going half-lidded feeling his longer fingers run up on your folds. your head was tilted against his chest, so your eyes could see his own face smiling down at you. You wanted to beg him to just finger you already, or to just fuck you, but the stubbornness in your chest refused to give in so easily. It made you forget to eat the strawberry, which made his press the rest of the teat to your lips.
"Finish it."
Your lips pursed but to as he commands as you open your mouth to finish of strawberry till you were at the green stem.
"That's my good girl."
You stomach flipped at the compliment, but not as much as your suddenly felt on of his finger prod against your hole, before suddenly plunging itself inside you. You cry out a moan, your walls clenching around his finger tightly making him curse under his breath. Sylus pumps his middle finger inside, feeling you hot walls with the pad of his fingertips. Tracing along the sensitive areas, he did this until he pushed a second finger in, his ring finger.
You gasp at the tight but pleasurable feeling, your hip buckling up with every pump he made inside. You were so in the zone that you didn't notice that Sylus fixed another chocolate strawberry before you. You whine as you didn't hesitate to take it into your mouth, sweetness filling your taste buds, chocolate staining your lips as if it was lip gloss. All while the white-haired male pumped his two fingers inside you deliciously fast, working you up and up your orgasm. Sylus could only groan a low growl from his throat, watching your face contort as his fingers ruin your cunt. He wasn't even inside you yet and you were already pathetic for him. He could feel you ass hump against his lap, grinding on his bulge where he groans in your ear.
Once you were done with the strawberry, Sylus threw the stem away for his hands to close around your throat. Pulling your closely so your lips would meet. Once he had you, he licked and taste your sweet lips, cleaning the spilled chocolate the stuck to your chin or mouth. His tongue already finding a home inside your mouth, dominating every space inside. All your tongue could do was glide against his, staying submissive. His hard gaze made your body week, as he stared with you, his ruby eyes glowering at you with lust. The heat of the water didn't help you all, as everything felt so dizzy and light. As if any moment if you weren't careful, you might pass out.
Sylus then pulls away, both his fingers and his lips. This made you whine, lips pouting at the audacity of this man to stop just when you were about to cum. Your even underneath the water, you could still feel your slick stick to your folds.
The man gives a brief small kiss on your lips, chuckling at your adorable pout. You were a very such an insatiable little bird.
"Enjoying yourself now dove, it's okay to admit your true feelings."
He says this half mocking, but also with true sincerity. But you, still having a little fight left, decided on not giving in just yet.
Not just yet.
"I-It could be better..." You breathed out too him, a sly smirk to your face.
Sylus looks at you before his eyes closed, shaking his head with another laugh escaping him.
"You really are hard to please sweetheart."
You quickly squeeze your entire cunt with his palm causing you to moan out again. He gets himself another chocolate strawberry only this time, eating it himself with one bite, not taking your eyes off yours. You could tell that you were in a world wind of trouble jut from that look. After throwing the stem away his arms immediately wrapped themselves underneath your thighs, spreading you wide open for him. You gasp from this of course, eyes wide as your heart hammered in your chest.
His own swim trucks were pulled down a bit, showing off his hard erect cock. It slapped against your pussy making your moan softly. His shaft ran along your folds, pressing against your clit on purpose.
"I guess I need to try even harder~" Sylus groans into your ear, biting playfully on the edges. Your hands hold onto his biceps to brace yourself and brace yourself you did. Because as soon as he said that he thrusts his cock all the way inside your tight pussy. No mercy, no hesitation. The pleasure outdid the stinging pain from the stretch of his huge cock, in fact only amplified the inscribable pleasure you were feeling. Sylus pumps dangerously fast inside your gummy walls, hic dick hitting every sensitive nerve.
"Sylus fuck! T-To fast aah~!"
Sylus only grunts, as he pounds your cunt with no intensions of stopping his pace. the water splashed and moved with every thrust he sent. Your breasts kept bouncing, held only by you swim top, but you feared your top wouldn't last long due to the violent thrusts Sylus made. The water that kept entering every time he pulled out felt so weird yet filling at the same time.
"Such a dirty kitten for me -nngh- moaning so loudly for me. I wonder if anyone can hear you screams from up here?"
The thought alone of someone hearing your pleasured screams made you feel all the more embarrassed. You could finally hear yourself being so loud and free, it made you bite your own lip. Your hand coming up to your mouth to cover, muffling your own moans, much to the displeasure of your boyfriend.
He growls leaning his head to your neck before biting your collarbone hard, his sharp canines digging into your skin. You figured that bite would leave a temporary mark later on. The pain mixed with pleasure made cry, your hand faltering down. You. Then to your surprise Sylus had got up from the seat inside the jacuzzi, standing in the middle of the circular pool. He was putting you in a full nelson position. You were handing on by just his strong arms alone, his hands securely holding up your thighs. Sylus being the tall man his is, the water only reached around his waist, while you were fully out of the tub. His large cock reach to your cervix, pressing against the bundle of nerves.
"Don't you dare hold in your moans from me."
He groans in your ear, as he then starts up the thrusts, this time his tip punching your cervix repeatedly over and over again. Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as your tongue was lolling out a bit. You felt as though your mind was going to go crazy, your body shaking with each thrust up to your quivering cunt.
"That's it lose yourself on my cock darling, tell me how good you feel~"
You couldn't hold back anymore, your mind already going blank dumb with lust.
"Feel...feel so goood~! M'so much...your -aah- cock so goood~!"
Sylus chuckles at your delirious slurs, moaning up a storm for him. All so cock drunk for him.
"Shit, so tight! Such a good girl for me huh beautiful? So good and pliant for me to use."
"Yes, yes~!"
Your eyes closed tightly as you obediently agree with him. His dirty talk making your pussy clench around him. Sylus starts to speed up his pace brutally causing you to start babble nonsense. You back arching off his chest, head thrown back. You could hear the water splashing beneath you, and the faint sound of your slick pussy getting pummeled by his dick. Your orgasm was coming, riding on the edges, and your walls start to get tighter. Sylus knew you were getting close to your end.
"-Ngh- You gonna cum for me sweetheart, should even let you?"
The thought of Sylus not giving you the pleasure of release made your eyes tear up. Globs of tears rolling down your cheeks, messy your face.
"N-No please...please let me..."
"After all that stuff you said about not enjoying this...fuck I don't know kitten~"
You shake your head immediately, your nails digging into his forearms tightly.
"No...I didn't -aagh- mean it! Please Sy...please let me cum, I enjoy it! So...so much, I love it~!"
Sylus smirks at your desperate begs to let you cum, and he'll allow you to do so, as the merciful person he is. Your cute tears and cries were just too hard to ignore. He kisses the bite marks on your shoulder, giving your cheek a sweet kiss as well.
"Alright then baby, cum for me now."
It didn't take long, as a few more thrusts up to your cunt sent a full body orgasm crashing down. It was so overwhelming and amazing at the same time. Your pussy clenches hard around Sylus, as your squirt heavily. Your juices coating his thick cock as he continues to plunge himself deep inside your pussy, bully the tip of his dick against your cervix. Your eyes were rolled back as your struggled to contain the loud cry that erupted you. Soon Sylus had came as well, his creamy load shooting deep inside your sensitive cunt. Filling you up so full, some even leaking out from your entrance. He grunts and groans between your neck and shoulder, eyes closed tight as he lets your pussy squeezes him dry.
Sylus thrusts slow down before stopping, sensing how over stimulated your body was. You were twitching, especially your thighs he held in his hands. He didn't realize how tightly he was holding them; a bruise was liking to form.
Slowly he takes his cock out of your pussy, leaving your shudder at the lost feeling of his dick. Sylus sits back down into the tub, adjusting your body so that you were now cradled in his lap. His big hand caressing your back, as his other hand was underneath your knees, patting your thighs. You breathing gets more calmer, as you stare up at him, resting along his chest. He looks at you with a sweet smile to his lips, giving you a kiss to your forehead before kissing your lips as well. You moan kissing him back, your hand coming up to place against his cheek to pull him even more.
Sylus pulls away as a sly grin sets on his lips.
"Not so hard to please now are you?"
You pout, playfully pushing his head to the side. Your eyes narrowed, as your cheeks heated.
"Shut up."
Yeah, you were a sucker when Sylus spoiled you.
âŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤâŤ
CALEB - Messy Frosting
Okay so it wasn't supposed to end up like this.
You and Caleb wanted to spend Valentines Day at home, cooking together a big meal. A meal that included a simple chocolate cake recipe.
Caleb, being the playful ass he is, decided why not pull a prank while he's whisking the chocolate frosting in the bowl. While you were pouring the cake batter inside the circular tin base. Why not take the whisk covered in frosting and suddenly splatter chocolate frosting along your face. Partially covering your nose and cheek, making a bigger mess then he intentionally wanted it. Honestly, he just wanted a little bloop on your nose.
Why not ignite a war, because obviously you saw this as a vicious attack. Giving him the same treatment, as you quickly grab the whisk in his hand before he could even apologize. Making a mess all over his face, aiming for his eye, and lips, creating a big splatter.
It wasn't long until the two of you were throwing frosting all over the place. Striking and wrestling each other, until the point where you were all covered head to toe with chocolate frosting. Both of you panting heavily, clothes ruined, hair a wreck, looking at each other with competitive and yet annoyed energy at one another. But there was also another energy that was lingering in the air, a very strong lustful energy that pulled the two of you in each other's arms quickly. Your arms wrapped around each other tightly, hands racking up and down your bodies, your lips heated as you kiss each other so passionately. Clothes were thrown away to God knows where, stuff clattered against the floor from off the counter tops.
It was all very intense.
Caleb had you up sat against the kitchen counter, fully naked and bare for him. He was situated between your thighs, finger teasing against your already soaked pussy. His thumb rubbing along your sensitive clit, circling it viciously slow yet hard. Your pussy was beyond drenched at this point, so it was easy to slide as many fingers as he can.
You on the other hand, had your right hand teasing his dick. Your hand jerking his hard cock, giving him squeezes to his base. Going even more down to fondle his balls. He was also naked as well, head buried into your neck licking the delicious frosting off your skin, that coated a good proportion around your body. All while Caleb had the same situation, the frosting covering majority of his abs and chest, some along his back cheeks. Which you would grateful lick up, giving him little kisses and licks along his his neck.
"Fucking slut, getting me so work up like this." He groans into your ear, making you whine as you felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance. It swirled around inside touching every sensitive spot he can abuse. He even put in a second fingers, curling the two inside, causing you body to spasm.
His pre-cum coats his length making for great lube, as your pump his cock up and down. The two of you were at this silent game of who would cum first for a good moment. You and Caleb not really giving up because of both your stubbornness and competitive nature to win. But it led to a very agonizing game, where the both of you were edging each other to the limit, denying each other's orgasms, and over stimulating the hell of one another. It took and toll on your wills, and it showed very well.
You both wanted to fuck each other so badly. You wanted him to plunge his cock into your weeping hole, it was leaking so badly, making a small puddle between your legs. And Caleb, he wanted to bury his cock so deep inside to the hilt, coming loads into your cunt till it made a bulge in your stomach. But again, the both of you refused to lose, so this game continued to last for a long while. The two of you trembling, embracing each other.
"Asshole...mm...you started t-this."
You report back, as you hand and fingers squeezing along his base especially his tip. Whiched caused Caleb to hiss. His hand was steadying himself on the counter top in front of him. Doing his best not to cum at the spot from your wonderful handjob.
For that comment he pinched your clit, and it took every fiber of your body to hold in your impending orgasm. Your head leaned back, tears pricking your eyes as you felt like you were gonna lose yourself. Your thumb runs across the slit of his tip causing Caleb to shiver too, the both of you holding in your release, not wanting to give up and lose.
This gave Caleb the initiative to lower his head to your breasts, taking one of your buds into his mouth. His lips sucking and teething against your perky nipple. He uses his other hand that was not on your pussy, to push you down on the messy counter.
You gasp glaring up at him, "Not fair!"
"Like you were ever fair with me pipsqueak."
He smirks evilly back at you. You groan, as you could feel your resolve slip farther and father, getting harder to not cum from his teasing. But you continue to tease him immensely, brushing you fingers alive his thick cock, tracing each vein with your thumb. You can here the sloppy sounds of his cum covered dick as you massaged it. The sounds causing your cheeks to heat up, the dirty and naughty feeling of his pulsing cock making you whine a bit. Caleb catches onto it quickly.
Caleb raises from your tit to look at your face, "Having some trouble there baby?" he mocks.
You glare up at him, as you start to pump his cock faster. The lewd wet sounds getting even more louder than before. Caleb moans, head turnt down as he himself falters at the new pace. He looks down at you seeing the sly grin on your face, you hand never stopping as you looked him in the eye.
"I should say the same thing, baby~" you mocked him, and it made Caleb growl. Getting even more determined just to have you cum underneath him.
He decids to place three long fingers inside your cunt, curling them around your tight walls, the sickening sweet and wet squelches echoing throughout the kitchen. You didn't say anything only your eyes glowering at him with annoyance from the cheap move. But also a desperate moan wanting to break out of you, you lips biting to hold it down. Heart pounding and body getting tired just from holding in your orgasm so much. You watch as he takes his left hand and scoops up some frosting he found staining your lower abdomen. He brings his two fingers in front of your face, bring them close to your lips.
"Suck."
You look at his fingers before moving your head away with a pout to your lips. Not giving him the satisfaction of obeying his words. Caleb smirks at this, a dark chuckle rumbling his chest.
"What, too good for me now."
You didn't say anything, not giving him any answer, but your face was suddenly turning back to his fingers. Your mouth opening up without your consent. He was using his gravity evol to make you suck his chocolate covered fingers. It made you wiggle and glare at him, wanting to call him a cheater, but he soon shuts all those thoughts off once his fingers were inside. At first you resisted, but due to how desperately horny you were, you suckle the sweetness off his fingers. Your eyes glazing over as you can feel our guard start to slowly falter. You hand that was stroking his dick even faltered and he noticed, instantly taking advantage.
"Jeez, such a brat~"
Before you know it, Caleb had taken his three fingers out of your cunt. Bringing them to his lips to suck of the delectable slick of yours. Once he was done, he made a harsh slap to your pussy with the palm of his hand. A shock wave going throughout your body like electricity.
Your eyes widened, and with your guard down you came just as quickly. Your pussy squirting your juices all over his hand, as you moaned around his two fingers eyes rolling, back arching.
When your orgasm calmed down, Caleb took his finger from out your mouth. Heavy breath came forth from you as you stared up at him with such disbelief, as he stared back with a vicorious smile.
"I won."
"Y-You cheat! I can't believe you!"
"Believe it pipsqueak, though I didn't take you for such a sore loser."
"Only when my opponent won't play fair you jer-"
You couldn't get to the last of your sentence as Caleb quickly flips you over. Pinning you to the counter on your stomach, your legs hanging off with your ass in the air. He lands a hard smack to your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. his hands manhandling your ass in his hands, watching how the squishy flesh spill from between his fingers.
"Ah c'mon, don't worry your pretty head over that. I know how to make it all better~"
His strong hands spread your ass, giving a sexy view from behind, your wet pulsing pussy just begging for him to ruin.
He gets on his knees real quick, using his tongue to lap up your juices. His grip on your ass never lights, he only kneads it in his hands, groans as it shakes in his hands. His nose buried in you heat, sucking on your folds and clit. Running his tongue along you ass that was also covered with frosting. The sweetness only adding flavor to your delicious pussy. This shuts up all your arguments, as you enjoy pleasure of his tongue ravaging your hole. His hot breath fanning over making you squim. It was not enough though, you needed him inside you right now. You wiggle your ass, whining his name.
"Caleb...please~"
Caleb only chuckles, pulling away from you. His lips stained with your slick.
"Shh, I got you baby."
He gets up from behind you, places his throbbing cock in between your ass cheek. Running along your dripping slick and asshole making you shiver and moan. He was debating in his mind whether or not he should take you ass or pussy in that moment. But he decided to go with you pussy, knowing you were desperate to be filled.
His tip pokes at your hole before slowly entering, until he was all the way inside. The big stretch made you whine and cry with so much relief and pleasure, finally being filled with your boyfriend's thick shaft. Tears stream down your cheek as you grasp on the counter, your cheek pressing against it. Caleb wasn't doing much better as he stayed inside you for a bit, his orgasm already tipping off the cliff. His groans are shaky, cum filling you up making you whimper out pitiful moans.
Caleb breaths through his nose, hands gripping your waist tightly, eyes closed, staying still inside you while he finishes. His dick was still hard, and he wasted no time fucking you silly. Using your hips to pull you back onto him, as he thrusts up as well creating loud smacks against your ass. This makes you moan effortlessly, throughout your home, letting Caleb use your body like you were his personal fleshlight.
The room was filled with grunts, moans, and repeated smacks of his pelvis meeting your ass. With each thrust your ass flesh rippled making Caleb groan to himself from how hot you were.
"Fuck, your pussy was made for my babe.." Caleb moans.
His hand came down to slap your rear again, over and over till you were crying pretty tears. Your moans slurring his name like a prayer. His dick feeling so amazing inside your cunt, he was so deep inside that you felt as if he was rearranging your guts.
"-Aah- Caleeeb...s'good ngh~!"
"Aw, am I fucking my pretty girl dumb~"
Caleb's hair was matted against his forehead, sweat heading down his neck. His purple eyes watching over your back, drunk off your own pussy, that he might as well be dumb as well. The over stimulation fucked with both of your brains. He sees a streak of chocolate frosting grazing your back and immediately leans in to lick it all clean. His tongue sliding all the way till it reaches your shoulder blade. Caleb's chest was pressed up onto you back adding weight that felt very much comforting.
His left hand went to grip the roots of your hair tightly, pushing your head onto the kitchen counter, all while his right hand intertwined with your own hand, holding onto it tightly. His hips continued to move fast, dick stretching out your dripping walls that streamed down your inner thighs.
His eyes were closed as his teeth gritted, head low against your neck. He could feel his second orgasm start to rise up on him, and the feeling of your walls clenching around him suggested that you weren't far along.
"Shit you're getting tighter! Is my baby gonna cum for me huh?"
You couldn't reply back, your words slurring unintelligible nonsense. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth, as your cheeks were messy from the relentless tears that spilled down your face. Caleb groans at the sight, loving how he can reduce you to such a dirty mess. Using his hand on your hair he grips it, using it as leverage, pulling your head back making your gasp.
"I can't hear ya babe. Are -thrust- you gonna -thrust- cum -thrust- for me -thrust-!?"
Each word sending a hard thrust to your core sending your eyes to roll back. Your breasts were grinding against the cold counter, harden nipples pressing.
"Yes~! Fuck...-aagh- m'cuming...cuming~!"
You babble out those words as your second orgasm comes crashing through your body. You let out such a pornographic moan that Caleb soon came with you as well. Your pussy was tight against his thick cock, squirting violently between your legs. Caleb cock continues to pound into your cunt, sloppy and erratic, pushing his load deep inside you. It filled you up so much that it set a hot comfort sensation in your lower stomach. Both of your bodies shake, as Caleb thrusts get slower before stopping all together.
The only thing that could be heard was the unsteady breaths that came from the both of you. Caleb rests against your back for a moment, his hand on your hair turning your face so he can kiss you deeply. You moan, kissing in back exhausted. You can feel his dick softening inside you and Caleb pulls himself out with a shudder.
Your boyfriend moves away, his rough hands smoothing over your hips and ass, watching your pussy and it pushed out globs of his white creamy cum. Honestly, if the two of you weren't so over stimulated and tired, he would have gone a third round, because the site of his cum dripping out of you was so sexy. Welp, maybe later in the day he thought to himself. Caleb takes his fingers and gathers up the pouring cum, only to push it back inside you. You bite your lips, thighs quivering at the feeling of his fingers inside you.
"Can't let anything go to waste, right pipsqueak~?"
You grumble with the roll of your eyes, your gaze catching the site of the messy kitchen. Everything looked as if bakery exploded inside. There was chocolate frosting all over the place, and it would be a pain cleaning up all this. You sighed leaning you head back onto the counter, eye es closed in defeat. Defeat over the kitchen, and defeat over the embarrassing win your boyfriend acquired. At the moment there was a bit of shame, but it quickly went away from you got your awaiting orgasm, it felt like it went on forever.
"The kitchen's a mess."
Caleb hums as he looks around the kitchen himself, with a smile nod of his head. He laughs, embarrassed himself, running a hand through his messy dark brown locks.
"Well...that's what happens when you start a food war [YN]."
"You're the one who started it!"
"Aw c'mon, I apologized!"
"No, you didn't!"
Guess you weren't going to have any dessert for the evening.
âsesshomaru has been acting strange lately. the last thing he needs is your oblivious questions.
tw/cws: knotting, ruts, dubcon, sesshomaru being too horny to have self-respect
It is troublesome, this burning heat. It stirs, just beneath the surface of his skin, coils between his muscles. It calls to him, urges him to find a warm body, to mount it. His claws elongate as he observes the heat diffusing from his palm. Hm. Even a demon of high caliber such as himself is powerless to natureâs calling.
Much less⌠his thoughts began to drift to you, his very human companion. There are things he wants to do to you, thoughts that heâs repressed in the past that come snarling towards him, breaking out of their cage. He frowns. This wonât do.
â
âGosh, Sesshomaru really has been cranky all day, huh,â you remark, after the third time heâs evaded your presence. His silence and occasional ignoring is something youâre used to, but not him outright using his demonic speed to dash seven paces away from you.
Jaken shushes you urgently, glancing fearfully towards his master. âLord Sesshomaru is going through a⌠difficult period.â
You frown. You disappeared to the modern era for a few days to sort through your college midterms, and when you came back, Sesshomaru was in this bristly mood. You canât help but think youâre missing something.
âIs it Inuyasha?â You ask lowly, knowing all too well of his tumultuous relationship with his brother. âDoes it have to do with his father?â
âNo, and no, you daft human,â Jaken nags.
Youâre more than used to Jakenâs insults. âOkay, soâŚ. whatâs up with him?â
The imp glances eyes you, before quickly changing the subject. Your frown deepens as you finish bending the stems to Rinâs flower crown, before calling her over and placing it on her head. While she chatters excitedly to you, you find your gaze straying to Sesshomaruâs tense form in the distance, just far enough where he can still keep an eye out for enemies, but not too close to your group.Â
Whatever his problem is, you would get it out of Jaken some way.
â
You just donât anticipate how you will.Â
Sesshomaruâs been acutely avoiding any and all interactions with your group all day. Itâs almost as if heâs a specter, lurking just outside of your field of vision. Except whenever he does get closer, youâre overwhelmed by a sense ofâbloodlust? Malice? Something that simmers with intensity. You canât quite pinpoint it, and whenever you ask Jaken, he seems to evade your question. Whatever it is, it sends shivers down your spine.Â
When you set up camp for the night, he disappears entirely.
Your thoughts are plagued by worries for him, and you fall into a fitful sleep. What could possibly be causing him to be so on edge all day? Youâre stirred into consciousness by something brushing against your nose. Your face scrunches up, and when you open your eyes, you see a flash of silver hair, curtaining your view, the same wave of bloodlustâ
âSesshomaru?â Just as his name leaves your mouth, his presence is gone in a flash, the air around you stirred. You sit up, glancing towards the direction of his after-image.
You weigh your options. Jaken did say he was going through a difficult timeâŚ. but you arenât sure what is troubling him. Maybe itâs a demon thing? Should you really risk getting your head bitten off?Â
Against your better judgement, you go searching for him. Sure, heâs a big, bad demon, but something is clearly bothering him. And as his.... friendâas loathe as he is to admit itâyou canât just leave him be.Â
What you are not expecting is to see Sesshomaru hunched over by a tree as if in pain. You call out his name, running towards him, but are stopped by a feral snarl as he turns towards you, his eyes flashing red.
âLeave. Now.â
âWhatâs wrong? Iââ
As you approach closer, you notice several things. His claws are sunk into the tree, the poison leeching from it and decaying the bark. The markings on his face are fiercer, more striking, and his fangs protrude from his lips. His eyes flash more and more red with every moment; he looks every bit a wild animal. But, and perhaps the most scandalous of all, he grips his cock in one clawed hand, erect and red, and apparently he was jerking off.
You try not to stare, you really do, but your eyes instinctively dart down there as you feel heat creep to your cheeks at the position youâve caught him in.Â
His hand has stopped moving, but his cock stands throbbing, looking painfully erect. You gulp.
âYouâre just a mere human. You wouldnât understandââ
âYouâre⌠horny,â you state, blandly.
âHumanââ His eyes flash dangerously.
âYouâre...â Your mind flashes through possibilities. Sesshomaru seems unable to control his... not bloodlust, but carnal lust. He is a dog demon, which means.. he could possibly be... âIn a... rut?â
He stills. A vein pops out in his jaw, his fangs seeming even more prominent.
âI⌠I studied this in school. Once.â Freshman biology, but he doesnât need to know that. âDo you needââ Youâre not sure what youâre asking him. What does he need? A hole? A demonness to fuck?
This is awkward. His eyes follow you like a predator, that wave of lust washing over you again. You stifle a shiver.
âBefore your arrival,â he says suddenly, the piercing quality of his words startling you. âI had no such issues dealing with these⌠urges. But now, they are quite...â His claws dig into the bark further, and the bark snaps. âIncorrigible.â
âOh.â You blink. âIâm⌠sorry?â
âThis is partly your doing,â he growls.
âUh-huh...â
âI... am tempted to ask you to fix it.â
This is where your brain grinds to a halt, your jaw dropping. His sharp gaze hones in on the way your mouth opens enticingly, and you notice, snapping it shut. âIâyou want me toââ
He makes a frustrated growl in the back of his throat. âDisregard that.â And then heâs stalking away, each step seeming painful, emphasized even more by the engorged flesh sticking out of his pants.
âW-Wait, Sesshomaruââ
Heâs on you in a flash, before you can even blink, and you freeze. âI suggestââ The warmth of his breath washes over you, and this close you can feel just how hot heâs running, his entire body diffusing heat. âThat you donâtâcall meâlike thatââ
âLike what?â you blurt out. âIâm just saying your name.â
His lip curls over his fangs. His eyes clench in frustration. You seem to be testing the limits of his patience.
âSesshomaru, whatââ
In a flash, heâs pressing you against another tree, and his lips are claiming yours. Thereâs nothing gentle about it, his fangs digging into your lip. You flinch when you feel blood trickle down your chin, and he snarls at the taste of it, before pulling away.
âFor one of the less idiotic humans, you can be quite obstinate.â
âIâm...â You blink, dazed. âSorry?â
His mouth is claiming yours again, his chestplate pressing you into the bark. You feel the heat of his cock pressed up against your thigh, and you shudder at the sensation. Itâs hitting you now.
Sesshomaru, one of the most ethereally beautiful people youâve seen, the most powerful demon in the Feudal Era, wants to... heâs this frenzied up because of... because of you. You, an average human.
Your thigh nudges against his length, and he breaks the kiss to snarl, his fangs lowering to graze your collarbone. Your breath hitches, and one, clawed finger comes up to shred your shirt. You yelp as the cold air hits you only to be devoured by the heat of his mouth on your skin. His fingers claws through the material of your bra, and you yelp again.
âHey, that was one of my favorites!â you say, indignant. He scoffs, his mouth suctioning over the give of your flesh possessively.
You moan, arching into his touch, as you stare down at him. You donât dare touch his silver hair, afraid of how he may lash out on you, but your hands do come up to his shoulders, tugging the fabric.
You tense when one of his fingers lowers itself to your hip, and then heâs ripping the panties and skirt off in one clawed swipe.
âWe really... have to talk about you ruining all my clothing,â you say, weakly, your affront tempered by his actions.
He scoffs again. âYou wonât need such flimsy things in just a moment.â
âAh...â
His finger slides against your slit, collecting your release, as you writhe against his touch. Heâs aware of the softness of your flesh in comparison to his demon claws so he doesnât do anything much other than rub his finger back and forth along you. He growls once heâs satisfied with the amount of slick coating your area, before leaning back and aligning the his cock to your entrance.
âA-ah waitââ Your eyes widen at his considerable length; youâre not nearly ready to take him in. But then heâs canting his hips forward, not penetrating you, but sliding his cock along your slick till he reaches your ass cheeks. He continues this rocking motion, his lips pulled back in a snarl. You moan, dropping your head back, before wincing as it hits the unyielding bark. His hand comes up to cradle your head. âThanks,â you murmur.
His sharp gaze is fixated on the way his length slides against you, and rubs against your slick; the way your arousal gleams on his shaft under the moonlight.
His hips begin to rock faster now, a growl building up in his throat. You wince at the dig of his armor against your bare skin, gripping his shoulders as you attempt to find some grounding.
You feel his cock throbbing insistently against you, his pre-ejaculate mixing with your arousal to make for an easy slide against you.
He growls, his eyes narrowing. His grip digs into your hip as his thrusts become choppier. You get the sense heâs frustrated.
âDo you want to... put it in?â
His gaze flashes up to you, surprise in the bleeding red, as you continue. âI... thatâll help abate your rut right? I donât mind... you using me.â
You have little else you can say, because Sesshomaru sheathes himself inside you in one thrust. You gasp, your eyes clenching at the feel of him stretching you to your limits.
âEver heard of a... a warning?â you manage to choke out.
He shows no mercy, his hips ruthlessly pounding into yours once given the go ahead. Itâs clear Sesshomaru is losing his grip on rule or reason now, his eyes maintaining their blood-red state. You wince as his elongated claws press into the meat of your waist. He fucks you like he takes down foes: with ruthless precision. Once his cock hits that spot that has you keening against him, he begins hammeringinto it, and your eyes began to water at the sheer intensity and rapidness at which your pleasure is mounting.
At the sight of your tears, however, he seems to slow down. His tongue darts out to lick them off your face, and heâs observing you, before his thrusts slow to a leisurely lull. When the palm of his hand comes down to press against your clit, the stimulation, combined with the way his cock is plunging into you in long, deep thrusts, has you writhing against him.
âS-Sesshomaruââ
You feel something bulbous forming at the base of his cock, stretching you wider, and you look down. Protruding from his cock is a thick knot, and you gulp once you realize thatâs going into you.
Youâre approaching your end. He snarls as you tighten around him, both his hands gripping your hips to him now, as your walls clench around him, nearly trapping his cock with their grip.
Sesshomaru thrusts once before pressing deep inside you, a throaty grunt tearing from him. You shiver as you feel copious amounts of warmth seep into you, and it remains inside you due to the knot plugging you up. The moment seems to stretch on forever, his hips jerking into yours in minute movements, and then itâs over.
The two of you are stuck together. You shift only to wince once it jerks at his knot. He grunts, keeping your hips in place.
âSorry,â you say. And then, when a few more minutes have passed, and the two of you are still in the same position, you ask, âAh, when can we.... detach?â
Sesshomaru grunts. âOnce it deflates.â
âAh... and when will that be?â
He shifts. âThis Sesshomaru is claiming you as his. It will take awhile.â
âAh, okayâwait, what?â
He presses you closer to him, and you rest your head against his chest. While the feel of cooling cum usually is gross, the heat of his body keeps you warm and feeling full. His clawed fingers gradually begin to trail through you hair. After several minutes that seem to stretch into eons, the bond keeping you to him diminishes, and you shiver when you feel some of his spend trickle down your thigh.
Instead of the hard flesh inside you softening, however, it stays stiff. You still, glancing up at him to see his markings still vibrant, his red eyes glowing distinctly.
âDid you really think we were done, human? The Demon Lord of the West surely does not possess such a meager drive.â
â
The next morning, you come up with some half-assed excuse to Rin about why youâre wearing a kimono from the local seamstress, and not your usual outfit. And why you canât seem to walk anymore, and Sesshomaru has to carry you everywhere.
â(Y/N) must have fallen and hurt themselves.â She giggles.
âYes, Rin... on a very large... stick.â Sesshomaruâs claws dig into your backside in warning. âI meanâtree branch.â
âSilly (Y/N)! Itâs a good thing Lord Sesshomaru is around to take care of you.â
(Meanwhile, Jaken has yet to be seen since he encountered the two of you this morning. Heâs too busy cleansing his eyes and nose out in a lake.)
nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically âtesting caleb's patience: the ficâ, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.
âIt's a waste,â you'd always say. âYou might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.â
And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, âThough most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.â
You usually don't heed his warningsâCaleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.
...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. âNnâ hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?â
You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. âC'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.â
You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.
âI... I feel weird,â you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. âI'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...â you swallow down your embarrassment, âmy pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?â
Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. âI can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.â He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. âAphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...â
Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. âPlease help me, Caleb...â Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. âIt hurts... I need this inside me...â
Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, âI can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?â He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. âFuck....â
The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. âThat's hot...â
He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.
He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. âAh, fuck, that's good... so good...â
âAh, ah, Caleb!â
You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. âI'm taking this off, baby.â
He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. âH-hey, I liked this shirtâ haa...!â
âI'll buy you a new one,â he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. âThese things are fucking annoying...â
Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. âShit, that's more like it,â he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. âYou feel so good.â
âCaleb, put it inside already,â you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. âThis isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...â
Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. âDidn't I tell you I don't have a condom?â
âI don't care!â you struggle in his hold. âFuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...â
You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, â...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.â
The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.
âSo you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?â He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. âFuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.â
He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. âOpen your mouth, slut.â
He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.
âWe're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,â he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. âI'm the only one who gets to call you mine.â
âHaa... haa...â
Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.
âFuck, I can't stop my hips....â Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. âAh, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.â
He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.
âAre you starting to regret what you said now?â He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. âToo late for that, though.â
Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.
âYou're squirting again? How many times have you cum?â Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. âNasty girl...â
He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.
He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. âIf you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.â He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. âBut you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...â
Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. âYou can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.â He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. âJust me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?â
He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.
âEven though I'm in front of you...â Kiss. âEven when I'm the only one who loves you this much...â Kiss, kiss. âYou're still thinking of another person...â Kiss, kiss, kiss. âThat's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.â Another sloppy kiss.
You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. âWait, Calebââ
He pins your wrist to the bed. âI'm not stopping.â
âI'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to listeâ ahh, haa, hnn!â The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. âFuck, ahâ Caleb, listen to me!â
He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. âI am.â
You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.
âCaleb, I was justâ I didn't mean what I said...â you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. âI, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck meâ ah, ah!â
He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. âYou're just making excuses to get me to stop.â
âI'm not, you dummy! I...â your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, âCaleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and Iâ gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...â
You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
âI'm not telling you to stop,â you repeat yourself firmly. âI just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.â
His hips come to a complete stop. âSay that again.â
âI love you, Caleb.â
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âOkay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to saâ aah!â
He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. âFuck... you love me? You love... me?â The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.
âI love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...â you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. âNow say it back.â
âI love you,â he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. âI love you so much.â He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. âI love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...â
His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
âShit, Caleb!â You wail, rutting to his finger. âEverything feels so good, ah, ah!â
âYou feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...â he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. âYour pussy keeps sucking me back in...!âÂ
âAh, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!â
His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. âFuck, shit!â he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. âFuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohhâ take it deep in your wombââ
He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. âIt won't stop,â he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. âYour pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...â
âCaleb, shit, how are you stillâ ohh, fuuck...â you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.
Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. âI need a shower,â he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.
âWe need a shower,â you correct him. âI probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.â
Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. âAnything for the girl I love.â
paused to scream when she mentioned Zayne. needed a moment to catch my breath. this was so hot. protective Caleb who didnât wanna use her⌠mmmmmm⌠but possessive Caleb takes overâŚ
⥠can't get my mind off of possessive!xavier who gets off on seeing you get jealous too
"See, there was no reason to be pouting all night, hm?â You couldnât help but write against the grip of the man behind you, his rough hand grabbing your face, forcing your eyes to meet his over your shoulder. He almost looked possessed, his normally sweet gaze was different now...soft blue eyes darkened as he looked at you, ravenous.
âAdmit itâyou were jealous. All that attitude the whole ride home, giving me the silent treatmentâfuckâjust because I was talking to another girl. You say Iâm possessive, but I think you might be worse than me, princess.â He was almost growling into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his chest pushed you forward, forcing your tits against the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony. The heat from your sensitive nipples and your warm flesh causing the glass to fog up as he pressed you into it. The dim moonlight illuminated his face, eyes staring into your soul as he thrusted himself into you relentlessly. It was as if you were in a trance, mouth hanging open, panties down around your ankles, as Xavier forced himself in and out of your hole at a pace that made you clench around him just right. It was perfectâat least until that oh-so perfect pace was disrupted, the once full feeling suddenly gone as your face was jerked lightly from side to side.
âUnh uh, you don't get to play braindead slut this time. Pay attentionâtell me what I wanna hear or Iâll stop.â You were whining now, your body quivering from the unexpected lack of stimulation.
âI was jealous.â You whispered, that same pout youâd worn all night was back on your face again, bottom lip poking out in shame at the confession, wide eyes looking up at the man that was towering over you. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat, chests rising and falling erratically amidst the tension, lips barely an inch apart. You wanted to taste him so bade, to feel the warmth of his tongue sliding in and out of your mouth as he grinded into youâjust the though was making your clit ache between your thighs.
âAw, you were?â Now he was the one to whine, a similar frown painting his faceâmocking you. The sinister look in his eyes made even more wetness pool between your legs as he slowly slid himself back inside you, just the tip.
âIts not as fun when youâre not the one making me jealous, huh? Doesnât feel good to see something that belongs to you with someone else, does it?â he said, reveling in the way you shook under his touch as he slid his fingers across your skin, slowly but surely making his way to that needy little spot hidden between your legs
âN-noâŚâ
âNo? But you always tell me itâs silly to be jealous, right? That Iâm overreacting. Is that not what youâre doing right now?â His fingers lightly rubbed against your clit, your juices coating his skin as he spread your lips open, being careful not to push you back onto his cock any further.
âIn fact, itâs not just silly for you to be jealous. Itâs stupid. You are all I think about. I-â another inch slid inside of you, a soft gasp escaping both of your mouths, âFuckâI dream about your face, your voice, your bodyâthe way this fucking cunt sucks on the tip of my cock just right. We fit together so perfectlyâŚfor you to think that I could ever want someone else is just dumb, right?â With that, his hips slammed fully into you, pulling a scream out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head, the nasty words making your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment.
âXavier, oh my god. PleaseeeâŚplease let me cum. I promise I wonâtââ Your words were abruptly cut off by one of his arms snaking around your body, his palm pushing itself against your plush lips, silencing your begging and muffling your whimpers as his other hand kept toying with your pussy, his fingers petting your just right like he'd done so many times before.
âShut up. Youâre dumb, remember? If you donât have anything smart to say, then I donât want to hear you at all.â His muscled arms held you up, keeping your knees from buckling beneath you as he quickened his pace. The most disgusting sounds filled the room, your hole squelching and squealing with every move Xavier made inside of you. His thick cock was forcing the sweetest cries out of your aching cunt, much to his amusementâa small smile creeping across his lips.
âYou may be stupid, but this pussy is fucking brilliant. Listen to how nicely she to talks to me, none of that attitude I get from your filthy mouth, huh?â He pressed his palm further against your mouth, silencing your silly little whines and babblings almost entirely, âShhhh⌠let me hear her, princess. Be good for me, yeah?.â You tried your best not to have to bite Xavierâs hand just to quieten yourself completely, but he could barely hear your moans any longer anywayâthe sounds of his heavy breathing, your ass clapping against him, your little pussy sobbing out for relief was the only song playing in his head any longer.
âShiittt sheâs milking me so good. I think she likes having an audience. What a nasty girlâŚâ An audience? Your face--he was almost sure that the expression alone was going to have him coming within the next two seconds. He couldnât help but let out a round of laughter at the sight of your eyes widening at his words, brows furrowing as he continued fucking into you, his cock aching more with every thrust. His hand forcing your face forward back towards the glass. You squinted slightly, eyes adjusting to see a window belonging to the apartment across from yours. It was dimly lit, but there was a familiar figure staring back at you, her face contorted in disbelief.
âGetting all mad at me for talking to our new neighbor who was asking me what flavor muffins she should bring over to introduce herself to my sweet girlfriend⌠tsk.â Horrified, your new neighbor ran in the opposite direction, shielding her eyes from the lewd view of your nipples squished against the glass, mouth covered, a hand between your legs while Xavier held you hostage in his arms, his face flushed, hair glued to his forehead, both of your bodies sticky with each otherâs sweatâhow fucking filthy it mustâve been. "Doubt we'll be getting that tray of chocolate chip muffins anytime soon, huh baby?" You tried to turn your face away from the glass for the sudden fear that someone else may end up seeing the two of you, but it was no use, Xavierâs grip on your cheeks was far too tight.
âNo no no donât look away. Donât you want everyone to know who I come home to every night? Donât you want to show everyone who my good girl is? My sweet princess taking my cock so well, drooling into my handâyouâre mine. Say it.â Your lips were suddenly freed by his palm, a string of saliva glistened between your mouth and his flesh as he pulled it back. You were sure to respond quick, realizing that if you didnât use your brief liberation wisely, Xavier had every intention of punishing you for the rest of the night.
âYours Iâm yours. I belong to youâplease fuck, you feel so good inside of me. I canât hold it anymore please let me cum.â A strike of lightning rippled through your body as the tip of his cock finally pushed against your g-spot, once, then it was twice, and then a third timeâover and over again without rest until your sweet screams flooded his ears once more. You tried to squirm away, fingers reaching back, desperately trying to pull off of you just a little so you could catch your breath, but he was quick to grab you, forcing your arm behind your back, creating an ever deeper arch in your spine.
âWhere you running off to? Do you want to cum or not, Iâm confused, princess? You pushing me awayâdoes it not feel good?â His lips were against your ear again, tongue running over the shell, gently biting your flesh just the way you liked as he continued abusing your poor aching hole.
âNo no so goodâfeel so good, canât cum yet though. Please god please.â
âPoor baby, why canât you cum yet, sweet girl? Is it not enough? Do I need to rub you faster, hm? Pinch this little clit between my fingersâoh look at that, sheâs so swollen against my hand. What's the matter, don't you like when I play with you?â You mind was so clouded, tongue hanging out of your mouth as his lips licked and sucked your skin, teeth nipping your neck, leaving his mark as he forced more of those precious begs out of you. You were close, so painfully close that you were drooling at the thought of finally getting to cum around him, painting his fingers with your sweet juices, clenching around his cock as he stretched you around himâbut you knew better.
âNeed permission to cum please Xavier can I cum. Please please I promiseâmmmhâI promise not to get jealous again. Iâm yours.â
âOhh you promise? Maybe you arenât that dumb after all, baby. Or maybe youâll just say anything to get me to let you cum. Is that it? Are you a liar, princess?â His fingers stalled between your legs, hips suddenly not snapping forward into you anymore. It wasn't more than a second later that you'd started begging for him to start up again, your body burning to feel him back inside of you once more. He thought you were so cute like thisâso pliable, so desperate for his touch you were willing to say anything just to feel him.
âNooo not lying notâI wouldnât lie to you. Please donât stop.â
âYeah, you telling the truth? You know dumb girls donât get to cum. But youâre not dumb anymore, right? You my smart girl, princess?â
âYes yes Iâm telling the truth. Smart, Iâm gonna be smart, please I just needââ Every inch of his length sunk back into you at once, warm fingers unexpectedly gliding over your slippery clit again.
âGood girl, thatâs what I wanna hear. Cum for me, go ahead. Itâs okay princess, let me feel it, please cum on my cock. I know you can do it, so fucking pretty like this. I need it, come on do a good job for me. â So you cameâsquirming and writhing in Xavierâs strong arms as he held you close, whispering soft praises in your ear. Curses and moans left your lips, your arm finally going limp in his grasp, thighs squeezing and clamping down around his hand as his fingers flitted against your clit while you slowly came down.
For some reason though, just as you were catching your breath, muscles finally relaxing after the waves of pleasure dissipated and you felt Xavierâs length sliding out of youâyour felt him forcing himself back in, pushing your sloppy walls apart again without any warning. He wasnât trying to fuck you fast anymore, now he was fucking you hard, stretching you open agonizingly slow before sliding back out and and doing it all over again. The overstimulation caught up to you as you realizedâŚhe wasnât close to being done.
âXavier wait, Iâm too sensitive toâoh my god,â You tried to push yourself away with your free hand, but he only ended up grabbing that one and holding it hostage behind your back as well.
âNo no Iâm not stopping. Câmon thatâs not fair is it? Didnât anyone ever tell you that you have to take care of your things, hm?â You were screaming now, the sensations overwhelming your body as you cried out his name.
âYouâre mine, but I am yours. You have to take care of me too, yeah, baby? Please, let me cum for you too, hm? Donât you want to make me feel good?â he said, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of your neck.
âMhm wanna make you cum too.â He knew you meant it, despite the way the tears stung the inner corners of your eyes and your soft tummy tightened and convulsed around him, your body falling limp in his arms. He knew that you wanted him to fill you up, to feel his sticky cum dripping out of you has he pulled out, to have his thick fingers stuffing his babies back inside of you. You were so perfect for himâhow could he ever want anyone else?
âAw, thatâs my smart girl.â
⥠a/n: ummmm had this idea sitting in the drafts for quite a bit, but the new banner dropping finally inspired me to finish it !! quite short and not super edited but i hope u enjoy,, happy friday angels xx
