Tags: [fem reader x Caleb, smut, shower sex, use of Evol]
You had a fondness for sharing things with Caleb. Snacks, toothpaste and it was no secret he liked wearing the scent of your body wash. Lately, you started joining him during his early morning workouts—returning home a sweaty mess. Generous as always, he’d let you shower first. But something about the way his clothes clung to his muscles—how sweat rolled down his Adam’s apple, made you crave just a few more rounds of ‘cardio’.
He was already in the kitchen, assembling the blender to make his famous post workout smoothies when you wrapped your arms around his middle. “Cale, why don’t you just shower with me, save some time…and water,” something about your voice was too strained, almost breathless as you asked. “Hm? Since when are you concerned about the water bill? Not like I let you pay it, y’know.” You squeezed, tight enough for him to let out an exaggerated wheeze, “come on, please? The water is already running.” Caleb turned to face you, mirth painting his expression. Even if this was some elaborate little scheme to see him naked, let things escalate further—who was he to deny you?
Steam filled the bathroom like dense fog. Stripped bare, you stepped beneath the stream, letting its heat rinse away the tension in your body. Lost in the warmth and sensation, the presence of Caleb’s chest against your back almost went unnoticed. “Just me,” he whispered, reaching for the shampoo, “tilt your head back.” You obliged, humming gratefully as he massaged your scalp with suds. Why you decided on using the guest shower hadn’t crossed his mind. Maybe the water pressure was better, he did just install a new shower head. In reality, the tall glass box offered little room to move without sliding yourself against him.
“Alrighty, switch,” Caleb instructed, ready to rinse while you applied conditioner. Perfect, it had to soak in anyway. Just long enough for you to tempt him with an ‘accidental’ brush of your ass across his groin. “What are you—ohh, I see,” his lips curled devilishly. An equally lustful grin was exchanged as you crouched lower, pursing a kiss just below his navel. The softness made him groan, hand reaching for leverage on the tiled wall. “Keep going, naughty girl…” Each kiss traveled lower, lingering longer until you finally reached the tip. It didn’t take much for his length to stand at attention, flushed, your favorite vein running thick along the underside. Suddenly your mouth moistened with anticipation, tongue flicking out on its own accord, catching a clear bead of precum. Caleb hissed, “such a tease…”
His taste ignited something within you, deliciously salty and sweet. You laced your fingers at the base of his cock, testing him with a few agonizing pumps. “Baby—,” he rasped, gripping tightly onto your shoulder. You cooed, looking up to meet his glossed over eyes. Violet, accented with those flecks of orange and lidded so heavily his lashes almost rested against his cheeks. “Nng..lemme see that tongue, stick it out,” he growled, thumb dragging over your bottom lip. So pink, wet and pretty for him. The perfect little cushion to tap his sensitive head. “Fuuuck, open, yeah all the way.” Inch by inch he slid back, taking claim to the warmth of your mouth. The first gag almost broke him, the squeeze of your throat could have drained every ounce. But no, he needed more. “God this feels so good—shit how’d you do that with your tongue?,” he babbled, head tilted back.
It’d be rude to talk with your mouth full. So you bobbed faster, took him deeper with ease as if the length of your throat was moulded to his shape. Calebs hips rolled greedily as your moans vibrated around his dick. “Just like that, baby. Gonna cum for you…gonna bend you over. Not even close to being done.” Your hands returned to stroke him, slick and sloppy sounds filled the cramped space. This was torture and bliss all at once, the thread of his composure was frayed. The sinful roll of your tongue undid him, made him whine as he spilled down your throat. “Oh my god, you’re so good for me,” his voice was raw, chest heaving as he hoisted you into a standing position.
Caleb’s hands and lips were frantic, yet reverent in the way they worshipped you. His taste still lingered on your tongue, heady and uniquely him. A gasp broke the kiss when his fingers found your clit, knowing just the pace to rub that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Mmh, don’t stop ‘Leb,” you whimpered, grinding down on the heel of his hand. He groaned softly, slipping inside, “not until you cum…” The stretch made your knees weak, just full enough to gush around both digits. Each drag was slow, measured, prepping you for what you really needed.
Praises caressed your ear, teeth sank into the lobe. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. Listen to that…,” Caleb mused, “she’s singin’ for me.” His free hand pressed into the small of your back, guiding you to lean on the glass. The contrast of cool and hot sent a shiver through your frame, you trembled, ached for more. “Caleb…please…wanna feel you.” He was more than ready, destined to be the one to make you fall apart. “Just keep makin’ those pretty lil sounds for me, yeah?,” he purred, teasing your entrance with his crown. You welcomed him warmly, already clenching like you owned every inch. Your pussy said ‘mine’ before your lips could even form the word.
He gave and gave and gave himself to you. Every slow, deliberate thrust was a reminder, a promise. Your mouth hung slack, letting anything and everything break free. Moans, whimpers, his name rang out like a hymn off your honeyed tongue. A sudden force held you upright as his hips rutted heavier, sending ripples through your ass. “U-using Evol is c-cheating,” you rasped. Caleb chuckled, it was breathy, ragged. “Wouldn’t wanna slip, right? Just focus on my fingers…”
He was back on your clit, rubbing the poor bud swollen. “T-too much, mmh..”
“I gotchu…just cum for me, baby. Just let go.”
The knot in your gut unfurled and you cried out, the intensity of your release pulling his cock deeper. “Shit—,” he grunted, filling you again with his warmth. Caleb pulled your body closer, his lips were soft as they feathered up the back of your neck. “You okay?,” he murmured, easing out of you gently. You hummed, almost forlornly at the emptiness in your core. Caleb cut the water off, stepping out into the cold to retrieve your towel first.
“Don’t worry, babygirl…we haven’t broken in the guest bedroom, yet. And I still need to taste you.”
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a/n: this is the product of me and @app1esauve losing our minds over the idea of shower sex with Caleb. 😵💫
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I have a request, reader is pediatric nurse and met Xavier who saved a child from wanderer attack and took the child to the hospital and they met and their love story began
Now after several years they had mini Xavier who sleeps a lot like him and had fever and Xavier knew who to take the little one to since their mom know the solution
I’m Xavier main and I want to see this fic if you want to do it <3.
Hi there, anon 🤍 I will do my best!
For most of your shift, there was a quiet calm on the pediatric floor. You spent the day checking on each of your patients with ease, always ensuring each child received the upmost care and attention. Although the days were long and laborious, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
After the morning passed, a strong, charged energy wafted over you. You knew in your gut that something was wrong, something was about to happen. Outside the hospital there were sudden cries and panic. Unease filled the once calm space, patients called out for nurses, or their parents—staff immediately prepared for the worst. Not too far, just a few miles into the city, a large-scale Wanderer wreaked havoc on the citizens below.
While your heart thrummed wildly in your chest, you kept a serene air as to not stir more fear into the children. “I promise, the Hunters will keep us safe, I will keep you safe.”
The hospital staff divided in two groups, one to attend to existing patients, the other to admit anyone injured off the streets. You kept your head on a swivel when a sudden shout caught your attention. “Please, anyone! We need medical assistance!” A tall, silvery-blonde Hunter with a child in his arms burst into the pediatric entrance. Your legs moved before a clear thought could form. “I’m here. What happened?” The man was calm despite the situation at hand, his energy secure and clear.
The little boy in his arms was no older than six, disheveled, clothes dirtied with soot and blood. “He was found near the attack site, an explosion caused by the fluctuation buried him in rubble.” The child writhed in pain, tears staining his dirty cheeks. “M-my leg, it h-hurts,” he cried, curling into the Hunter’s chest. Your eyes met, a brief flicker of grey-blue, full of determination. “Please, come this way,” you instructed.
In an unoccupied room, you prepared a bed for the boy, elevating his leg. An X-ray confirmed there was a fracture and his parents were contacted immediately as doctors went forward with the following procedures. “Thank you—uh, sorry I didn’t get your name,” you said. Your combined footsteps echoed off the linoleum floor, he paused before the elevator, “Xavier.”
Xavier.
After that day, you thought that was the last you saw of him. His warm voice, careful, yet precise touch and radiant glow akin to a star. There was more to him that you wanted to know, more than a name or title. To your luck and surprise, Xavier returned days later. He wasn’t in uniform this time, but dressed in a soft knitted sweater, jeans and sneakers. In one arm a soft plushie was tucked, holding a ‘Get Well’ card for the little boy. You couldn’t help but smile at such a selfless gesture.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you, I certainly am.”
Xavier cleared his throat, his ears tinged a bright pink. “It’s the least I could do, how is he?” “MR. HUNTER! You’re back!,” the boy exclaimed, eyes bright and all teeth on display. Xavier chuckled and patted his head, placing the plushie in his lap. “I am. How’s your leg?” “S’okay…,” the boy replied, looking a bit dejected. Then he suddenly perked up with a twinkle in his eye. “Wait—mister, will you sign my cast? Pleassssee?”
You dove into your pocket for a marker, before seeing that Xavier had brought his own. In one swift motion, his signature was the first of many. In that moment, he’d also left a mark on your heart. Following the same hallway to the elevator, you took your time to walk him to the exit.
“Thank you, again. He hasn’t stopped asking about you,” you laughed. A small smile curled at Xavier’s lips and a fond hum came through them. “I was hoping I’d see you, too,” he murmured. Warmth rose to your cheeks, that familiar flicker in your chest when you first met his gaze, returned with a swiftness. “I’ll admit, I felt the same…”
Now Xavier was blushing. “Maybe, if you have the time we could get hot pot together?,” his expression was nothing you’d seen before during your first encounter. Those crystal blue eyes carried a hint of shyness, even his brows bowed like a sad puppy. “I have the time,” you smiled.
Over the course of a few years hot pot dates, arcade excursions and movie nights bloomed into a full, budding romance. Your wedding was under the stars, and you swore they shined brighter that night, just for you. You recalled that heavy day as you watched the tiny monitor on the ultrasound machine. The little boy that Xavier carried in from a mountain of rubble, safe in his arms. He’d grown up a bit since then, and you pondered how your own little one would do the same.
The technician smoothed the wand over your rounded belly, faint medical beeping filled the air. “There’s a foot,” they said moving around in small circles, “and a little hand.” Then you saw it, the tiny face as it came into view. The small features you’d seen before, but this time they belonged to your son. Xavier gently squeezed your hand, eyes glossy with proud tears. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and forehead. “Another little you,” you said. Another star to add to this growing constellation.
Baby Leo was truly Xavier’s twin, aside from his brown eyes. He was gentle, sweet and a little jealous when mommy’s attention was directed towards anyone that wasn’t him. He had a bottomless stomach and napped like he invented sleep. There was even a similar, star-like glow that illuminated him when he was happy. Watching him grow from a tiny bundle into a toddler made you wish time would pass just a little slower. Leo had his third birthday party at the astronomy museum. He was fascinated with all things space; from rockets to planets, galaxies to stars, he loved it all.
Xavier would tell stories of his time with the Back Trackers, how he traveled through space and time itself. While Leo might not have understood the details, he glowed with wonder after hearing every tale. One night, after one of the many retellings, Xavier gently kissed Leo’s forehead before putting him to bed. He felt warmer than normal, his cheeks more flushed. Perhaps one of the kids from his party passed him a sick bug. Children truly are Petri dishes covered in germs. In the quiet of the night, your little one called for you, distraught and uncomfortable. “Momma, head hurts,” he whined, rubbing circles into his eyes. You hummed sympathetically, pressing your palm to his forehead. “Mm, feels like a fever. Daddy was right.” You tucked the blankets around Leo and disappeared into the bathroom. Thankfully, you always had a medical kit ready for pesky little colds.
You returned with a measured dose of liquid medicine, “okay, Lo Lo, this will help you feel better.” He scrunched his nose at the bitter, artificial cherry smell. “Yucky, momma…” “I know, my love, but you have to try. Then daddy will tell you another story, how does that sound?” Only then did Leo reach for the little plastic cup, swallowing the medicine in one gulp. A small chuckle sounded from the doorway, Xavier appeared, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“I heard somebody wanted a story?”
Leo nodded enthusiastically, nuzzling into your lap as Xavier sat at the edge of his toddler sized bed. “How about…,” he tapped his chin in thought, “I tell you about the telescope we saw at the museum?”
The combination of cold syrup and a bedtime story left little Leo’s eyes heavy. His long lashes lightly rested on his cheeks as he fell asleep. You gave his hair a few gentle strokes before settling him in the blankets and gave him a good night kiss. The two of you stood slowly so you didn’t disrupt his rest, tip toeing to the door when his little voice called out one last time.
“Momma, Daddy…? Love you.”
You looked to each other and smiled, your hearts equally melting on the spot.
“We love you too, little star. Sleep well.”
⭐️
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🔞MDNI [sylus x FemReader, smut] *reader calls Sylus ‘Daddy’ a very self indulgent choice by myself
Four days in counting….
That’s how long you’d gone without seeing Sylus walk through the base doors. He seemed to be busier than usual, traveling far distances, always on a call. The N109 was a lively city, sure, but his lack of presence made it feel empty. His home felt empty—even with you, Mephisto and the twins still within its walls. Eventually the noise of them and the building staff would die down. No sounds left, aside from the hum of the city outside and your own thoughts.
The weather was nearing a cold spell, and the warmth of Sylus’s large fireplace didn’t compare to his. You missed him. Missed his voice while it echoed along with a crackling vinyl on the record player, his scent—a mix of heady and sweet. Every attribute you had cataloged in your head a sharp reminder they weren’t presented before you. His messages came in daily, short and rushed. ‘Sorry for the wait’. ‘I’ll be home as soon as I can’.
‘Miss you, Kitten’.
Day seven…
You couldn’t sleep. Not even the exhaustion brought on by a full day of battling Wanderers made your eyes droop. You tried everything, warm baths, chamomile tea, reading instead of screen-time. Nothing was working. Your six foot two, silver-haired sleep aid would be the only thing to put you at ease. If only he’d get home sooner. If only he’d stop making you wait.
Day ten…
Patience wilted into restlessness. And to be honest, you hadn’t heard from Sylus since day eight. The moon hung high and streamed through his bedroom’s floor length windows. You stood at the bathroom mirror, attempting at some semblance of routine. Applying moisturizer to your face, brushing your teeth a little too hard, tasting a faint tinge of copper. His bed felt too large without his weight dipping one side of the mattress, it was as if you were lying in the middle of a canyon.
No new messages lit up your inbox, no missed or attempted calls. With a defeated sigh, you placed your phone face down on the nightstand. “Just come home, already. Bastard.” You closed your eyes, accepting another sleepless night, pulling the blankets up to your neck. A faint draft stirred the sheer, black canopy above you. Footsteps were muffled by the carpet as they approached, you thought nothing of it—probably just getting your hopes up, again.
Until a faint flick to your forehead and gritty voice confirmed your delusions.
“Going to bed without me, Sweetie?”
There he was, crimson eyes drinking in your stunned expression, lips curled into a smirk. You had half a mind to slap that snug smile off his mouth, but your body had something else in mind—propelling you forward into his arms. Sylus held you tight, The squeeze from his biceps practically melted you into a puddle.
“Hold me any tighter, and you might break a rib, Kitten,” he rasped, patting your back in surrender. “Shhh, just kiss me already, idiot.” He obeyed, slotting his lips with yours, kissing you slow and deep. “Hmm, I missed this, missed you,” he murmured against your mouth, hands beginning to wander.
“Mm—I don’t believe you…kept me waiting for days,” you retorted before biting his lower lip. Sylus hissed, pinning you down by the wrists, but looking down at you with eyes softened with reverence.
“How can I make it up to you, then?”
Your eyes narrowed, a cunning grin pulling at your lips, “ten days of attention, no work. No interruptions.”
He gave a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, before nuzzling into your neck. His voice rattled in your ear with a low purr, finger tips slithering up your thigh. “Such a greedy little kitten…,” his hand stopped just short of where you ached,
“I accept…”
It felt like you could breathe again, even as you lied under his weight, every kiss that pressed to your skin filled your lungs with oxygen. His arm coiled around your waist, pulling you flush against his frame. Your hearts spoke to each other through touching ribs, breaths mingling. “Sylus…,” you whispered, fingers fumbling with his dress shirt, “off, take this off..” Layer after layer of clothing was shed, thrown to the floor in haste. Sylus stopped for a moment, pulling away just to admire every inch of you. He didn’t want to rush, tonight, you deserve every second. Every touch. He was going to love on you out loud.
“Forgive me for being away so long…,” his lips made their way down your stomach, “but I can ensure I’ll make up for every day that’s passed…”
Your fingers combed through his hair, grasping at the roots. His breath was warm and ragged as it fanned over your sex. A gentle kiss was placed on your lower lips, then another, pulling small whimpers and gasps from you. Then, just as you got used to the sensation, his tongue parted your folds, sinking into your entrance. “Oh…fuck—,” you whispered. Sylus groaned in response, drinking you in deeper, tasting, devouring with greed. He ate like he’d been starved for the ten days you were apart, like only your fluids could satiate him. His moans and growls shook you from the inside out, making your spine bow off the mattress. “Missed the taste of you, Beloved…your sounds…,” he groaned, fingertips bruising as they dug into your thighs.
He pulled every sound imaginable from your parted lips. Moans, sighs, that little hiccup you did when he nipped at your clit. All playing for him like a choir, pitched high when you’d whine and low when you begged. “Sy…gunna cum,” you breathed, rolling your hips in unsteady circles, fisting the satin sheets. He hummed, deep and pleading, eyes a bright sanguine glow as they bored into you. A wave of heat poured over you, the first of many, sending tingles through each nerve from head to toe. Sylus stayed between your thighs, lapping at the mess you made for him, not letting a single drop go to waste.
“Ten days of this…are you sure this isn’t a reward, sweetie?,” Sylus crooned, crawling over you, lips immediately finding your neck.
“Mmh—stop teasing…need more,” you whined, hooking both legs around his waist.
You felt his hips drop, the weight of his length warm and heavy. “Then more you shall have…” The tip of his cock pushed in with no resistance, ripping a gasp from your throat. A slow exhale left Sylus’s nose and he nestled himself to the hilt, “until I have nothing left to give…”
This was the fullness you longed for. Instinctively clamping around him like he was never allowed to leave. Your heartbeat thrummed through your center, begging for movement. The first thrust was slow, measured, every vein and ridge leaving their mark imbedded in your walls. “I love how she holds on to me,” Sylus sighed, head hanging between his shoulders, watching himself disappear effortlessly inside your core. “Shouldn’t have left you this long—“
Your head lolled against the pillow, hips mirroring the languid pace he set. But it wasn’t enough, he was too far, not deep enough, too quiet. “M-more…,” you rasped, bucking your hips impatiently. Sylus chuckled and though you missed the sound, his smug expression only made you more annoyed. “Easy, Kitten…Daddy’s going to take care of this needy little pussy,” he pulled back, just enough for you to almost taste emptiness. You choked as he slammed back in, rutting with a force that had your jaw hanging slack. Sylus cradled the crown of your head to shield it from the head board. He whispered praises and sweet promises while the head of his cock kissed your most tender spot. “I’ll give you anything your heart desires. Just say the word, you know I love it when you beg.”
Your nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks in their wake. “Faster…harder, Sylus. Please—,” you moaned. He obeyed, pulling your bodies flush, hips grinding in tandem. The friction against your clit had your blood boiling, goosebumps prickling across your skin. “Is this enough? Or does my greedy little Kitten need more?,” he goaded, sinking a bite into your throat. The sting from his teeth made your walls flutter, earning a groan from the silver haired fiend. “Hmm, just like that, keep talking to me.”
Sylus nuzzled between your breasts, licking and nipping at the soft mounds. Your hands shot down to his ass, sinking in your nails like talons when he started teasing each nipple. “Nng—don’t fucking stop,” you keened, pulling him in as if he wasn’t buried to the base. He was lost in the taste of your skin, salted vanilla on his tongue, and the sounds filling the room added to the chaos. Growls, the wet slapping of skin, how his named dripped off your tongue like hot honey. He’d never forget a single detail. “Are you going to let me ruin you? Going to make a mess of my cock?,” he purred low and rough. Your body shivered at that, “yes, Daddy…,” you breathed.
“Then let go…show me what I’ve missed for the last ten days…”
As if his words were the secret code to your release, you came undone around him. Stars burst behind your eyes and fluids pooled beneath your connected bodies. He praised you through every sensation, every emotion that barreled through you.
“So good for me, so beautiful.”
“Look at what you’ve given me, I can’t get enough.”
Sylus held you close as you came down from the euphoric high, petting your hair with gentle hands, dotting kisses to your skin. You looked at him with a softened gaze, eyes dewy from pleasured tears. “Sy…make me full, please..”
He throbbed, still buried deep, still painfully hard. “As you wish,” he whispered. Your warmth and grip were enough, he didn’t need to move at a hurried pace. Every thrust was slow and reverent. His lips slotted over yours, the kiss reviving every breath you thought you’d lost. “Look at me, Beloved. I want to see your face,” he cooed, his large hand cupping your cheek. “S-Sylus…c-cum for me,” you whimpered, curling your fingers into the white hair at his nape.
His breath stuttered at the sound of your voice. With a firm, deep thrust, Sylus spilled into your pussy, chanting your name and obscenities with each thick release. The weight of his body on top you felt grounding, the heaviness eliciting ease and safety. Your limbs tangled around each other, still full of his warmth.
“Mm. One day down, nine to go,” you chided, squeezing Sylus around the ribs. He wheezed in your grasp, following with a chuckle, “already keeping score, huh?” You turned in his arms, tapping the tip of his nose with one finger, “is that a problem, Boss Man?” His lips curled into a dark grin, “of course not. However, you seem to forget that I missed you just as much. Nine more days simply isn’t enough for what I need…”
“And what exactly do you need?,” you asked, brows knitted.
Sylus pulled you closer, lips grazing your neck, “you’ll find out soon enough.”
His fingers slithered through the mess between your thighs, making you shiver—still sensitive from your fading orgasm.
“And we’ll see who taps out early.”
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a/n: thank you for reading!:) this has been sitting in my drafts and I finally finished it. Hope you enjoy, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Please do not plagiarize, repost or feed to ai.
Intimacy with Sylus is nothing short of passionate. His touch is always heavy with reverence. From the way his finger tips glide across your skin, to the deep press of his lips. Every word of praise that rolls off his tongue burrowed into each crease of your mind.
Sylus always encouraged you to take whatever you needed from him, to greedily fulfill your every desire—and you did, though sometimes it felt like it was more of a reward for him.
“Mmh–Sy-Sylus…,” you gasped, fingers tangling messily into his hair. He hummed in response, the deep thunder that was his voice sent vibrations through every last nerve ending. “Too…much, fuck—.” His biceps tightened around you, pulling your body deeper into his grasp. His tongue wrote in cursive against your flesh, moaning at the taste. “Just a little longer, kitten? I can feel how close you are,” he purred, planting a wet kiss to your folds. “Didn’t you want to use my mouth? I believe that’s what I heard.” You rolled your eyes, trying to catch your breath as his thumb toyed with your clit.
“I—mmh…what you’re doing is–ahh– torture.”
A slow, devilish grin split across his lips, his eye faintly began to glow. “Aww, you poor thing. So…I should stop then?,” he asked.
“N-no! Don’t–,” you begged.
Sylus groaned, the sensation made you squirm, “good, allow me to continue.”
As if his mouth and tongue weren’t enough, two slender fingers pushed inside your cunt. The sound of you gushing around him was enough to make you blush, hiding your face in your hands.
“Don’t be shy, I love it when she sings for me…”
Sylus always knew where you needed him most, always found that tender, silky spot. His fingertips curled with a ‘come here’ motion, tongue and lips still working your outer nerves. “Mmh, my kitten makes the prettiest noises, doesn’t she?,” he beckoned. You whimpered, grinding hard against his face. “Use me as you desire, yes, just like that…”
“S-Sylus—.”
Your spine bowed as he pumped faster, tongue flicking your poor clit swollen. The crimson glow illuminating his eye grew brighter, evidence of your combined desire flooding the heated air.
“Cum for me,” he growled.
You clawed at the sheets, squeezing Sylus’s head with your thighs. You gasped as each wave of pleasure spread from head to toe. The taste of your release was devine, more than the most expensive wine–left on his tongue to be savored. Sylus lapped away the mess, not wasting a single drop. Your essence left a glossy sheen that he shared with a heated kiss.
“So decadent, can you taste it?,” he rasped, licking into your mouth. “So warm and sweet.”
You melted beneath him, beneath his grounding weight and never ending hunger. He gave until you both collapsed, limbs and breaths tangled.
When it comes to your desires, Sylus never tires from investing in them.
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Your body felt heavy. Legs cement, arms curled around Zayne’s bicep as he guided you inside. Calm and gentle as always, Zayne replied to every slurred word with a soft ‘mhmm’, stifling low chuckles as best he could.
Finally he sat you down on his sofa, kneeling before you to loosen the leather ankle straps of your heels. You sighed with relief, mumbling how they were killing your feet all night. “Then why wear them, love?,” Zayne asked, gently rubbing the soreness from your sole. “Mm–cuz, Zaynie…wanted t’look good f’you.”
He couldn’t argue with that. However, the shoes weren’t even what stole the show nor his breath. The soft, sage-colored gown with a low cut back and slit up your right thigh? Certainly made it difficult for your husband to keep his hands to himself. “Banquets are sooo long, and the food is so tiny,” you complained, pinching your fingers together to mock the appetizers served earlier in the evening. “But the drinks…? Strong as hell.” Zayne nodded, slipping off your other shoe, “indeed. Very strong.”
In your tipsy state, your lidded eyes wandered, admiring his tailored suit, silver wired glasses and raven hair. He combed through his bangs with his fingers, showcasing his sharp brows. He looked so handsome. Too handsome to let that effort go to waste. “Zayne…,” you murmured, sitting up slowly. He hummed, reaching out to support your wobbly posture. “M’not ready for bed yet…,” you hinted, running a finger down the line of his chest. He grabbed your wandering hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Is that so? Why don’t you sober up and we’ll see where the night takes us, hm?”
You nodded in agreement, sinking back into the couch. “Stay right there while I get you a glass of water, Mrs. Li,” his voice was warm, clear and edged with a calm authority that made your skin buzz. “Yes, sir…,” you breathed, words scented with liquor.
Zayne was aware of what you were doing, he knew by the way your hand rested on his thigh during the drive home, inching dangerously close to his zipper. Hints were made all night through hushed flirtation and lingering stares across the banquet hall. What you didn’t know was that he was edging you with his patience. Watching you squirm and squeeze your thighs together when he’d promise ‘we’ll leave in a few minutes’.
Zayne would never take advantage, never overstep. He wanted you present, attentive and fully aware while he pleased you. He wanted to hear you say ‘yes’, ‘please’, and ‘more’—enthusiastically. So, he watched as you finished the glass of water and helped wipe off your makeup. After a long, warm shower, what remained of the alcohol’s buzz had slowly worn away. But the humming between your legs was growing insistently.
He set you at the edge of his bed before stripping off the layers of his suit piece by piece. With your bottom lip caught in your teeth, you watched, the arousal warm and palpable. The room felt hotter, now. You squirmed impatiently, your towel falling loose. “Would you like some help?,” he asked, running a finger along your jaw.
“Yes,” you sighed, shivering at his touch.
“Stand up for me,” he instructed, “and turn around, please.”
The towel fell, pooling at your feet. Soft lips met the nape of your neck, leaving warmth that made the hair there stand. Zayne was going to savor you, the softness of your bare skin, the remnants of your perfume. His hands left feathered paths down your sides, resting at your hips. “What now?,” he whispered against your ear.
“Touch me. P-please.”
“So polite,” he mused. Zayne nuzzled into your damp hair, kissing across your shoulder. Each press of his lips earned sounds you couldn’t control. The ache between your legs was unbearable, barren and empty as you clenched around nothing.
“Tell me what you need, love…let me hear you,” his voice was honeyed and presence wrapped around you like a silk ribbon. It felt impossible to respond, you so badly wanted to, but your voice was caught in the web of your vocal cords. “Perhaps you need a little guidance,” Zayne suggested, sliding his fingers through your folds. He rubbed slowly, pulling a moan from your lips.
“M-more, please…”
He hummed softly, supporting your weight as you melted into his frame. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just ask…”
You wanted him entirely, every last ounce of heat, flesh and sensation. “Zayne…want you to taste me, to fuck me,” you keened, voice breaking as his fingers slid inside.
His breath was heavy and hot as it blew against your skin. He savored the warmth and wetness that welcomed him, pulling him as deep as he could reach. “You’re always so ready for me,” he praised, pumping long, slow strokes.
Then you felt empty, whining as he retrieved both fingers. “Open,” he breathed. The taste of you bloomed across your tongue, heady and sweet. Zayne groaned low as you sucked his skin clean of your essence, kissing and nipping at your shoulder. He turned your body, hands firm at your waist as he laid you back on the bed.
The bedding was soft against your skin, cradling your pliant form like a cloud. Zayne knelt at the edge of the bed, admiring the sight before him. “So Perfect...”
You sank deeper into the mattress, letting your legs fall open. A growl rose deep from Zayne’s throat, Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight of the mess coating your pussy. He licked his lips, lowering close before planting a kiss on your inner thigh. “Please…,” you whined, spreading your lips open for him.
“God…”
A much louder, needier sound fell from you as his tongue drew a path from entrance to clit. Zayne loved the taste of you—sweet, unique, one that only he could memorize.
His lean arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open wide as he devoured your sweet ambrosia.
Your spine arched, eyes rolled back. If heaven existed, it was right here, surrounding you in sensation. And yet you still needed more, selfishly, possessively.
You were so close, the knot in your stomach growing tight. “Z-Zayne—,” you whimpered, fingers gripping his hair at the root. “Let go for me,” he rasped before sucking your clit between his lips. “Fuck, just like that. Don’t sto–op!” Your cries echoed through the quiet expanse of his home, left to be embedded in the walls. Impassioned sounds of his own vibrated through you, sending your body over the edge, leaving his mouth and chin a dripping mess.
Weak whines and panting breaths escaped you, your arm was thrown across your forehead in exhaustion. Zayne peppered feathery kisses along your stomach, chest and cheeks. “You’re so beautiful like this, you know.” You could taste the reverence off his lips, the truth behind his praise. It was a flavor that left you insatiable, practically starving for more.
“…still need more,” you cooed quietly.
Zayne wrapped your legs around his waist, “say please for me, angel.”
“Please baby…make me full…”
Zayne groaned, his jaw ticked at the desperation in your voice. He couldn’t help but comply when you begged so sweetly. A shared gasp filled the air as he sank inside. “Mmh, you feel incredible…”
Your eyes met in the dim light, glossed and hazy. His hips began to move in slow, gentle motions, thumb circling your clit. Zayne growled when your response was a tight clench around his length. “I was made for you, daddy, every inch of me.”
“Tell me more,” he rasped.
It was no secret that Zayne loved the sound of your voice. How it broke when he pushed deeper inside you, left raspy from calling his name. No matter how much you spoke, it was never enough.
“I’m all yours, Zayne. Only you make me feel good. M’so wet for you—fuck, please don’t stop,” you babbled, mouth hung as his pace increased. The pressure on your clit was firmer, his thumb rubbing faster as the words spilled out. “Gonna cum for you, make a mess on your cock—ohmygod Zayne, yes!” Your thighs locked tighter around him, pupils blown wide, “this pussy is yours, only yours.”
That was what finally drove him to the brink, his hidden greedy nature surfacing at the claim you proudly made. Your hips clashed, moans blended as you came in unison. The warmth of him left you full and sated, leaking from where you connected. Zayne pulled you into a deep, reverent embrace, lips sweeping and tongues dancing.
Sleep crept in as you curled into his arms. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, admired how soft your lashes were as they rested on your cheeks.
“Yes, and I’m all yours. Your Zayne.”
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a/n: just a little something to warm up my writing skills again! Thank you for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated. Please do not plagiarize, repost or feed into ai.
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