â â â You got all dressed up for me . . . It's only right that I express my gratitude properly. â
â â "Okay, I know I'm a few days late so . . . hopefully this can kind of make up for itâ Ack!"
â â A startled noise leaves herâ pulled from her lips as she's tugged onto his lap by warm, greedy hands.
â â "If this is how I'm reward for my patience, then I'm not complaining in the least," Sylus murmurs. He takes a deep breath, her perfume filling his lungsâ sugar and vanilla, like a treat waiting to be devoured. Without shame, his red gaze roams every inch of her, drinking in the sight of her like a man starved.
â â "Now, loveliest birthday present of mine, will you allow this gluttonous, greedy man to finally indulge himself?"
AAA hellooo I am posting this late (so sorry & happy belated birthday sy </3) but thank you once again to the amazing @nykur0h for this lovely comm ! It is always such a pleasure to work with you âšđš
I am still on break rn, so I'll be posting this and going back into my little hidey-hole ^^ also, the original blurb I wrote for this got out of hand . . . so that almost 4k thing is scheduled to be posted today in an xreader format, if anyone is interested :3
art by â nykur0h .áâ â˘â dividers from @.chrisssiren ËËË
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Pairing: yandere!professor!Sylus x student!fem!reader
Warnings: Dark content | Non-con to dub-con, age gap of 10 yrs (reader is 23, Sylus is 33), piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, dry humping, blowjob, doggy, creampie, threats, blackmail, secretly recording without consent, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch, whore, sweetie, darling, kitten), humiliation, Daddy kink, manipulative Sylus, dom!Sylus. MDNI 18+ (plss dni if this makes you uncomfortable, you have been warned)
Synopsis: You needed to end the fling between you and him. It was only ever temporary, but the closer he keeps you, the more it begins to feel like you were never meant to escape from him.
Word Count: 3.7K
A/N: Lowkey was hesitant to drop this lol. Comment and reblog if you enjoy it x
Divider by @/pixopix
A rattle from the door awoke Sylus from his work, fingers halting on his keyboard as he responds with a formal response.
âCome in.âÂ
The door opens slightly, and you peek your head in, eyes wandering around the empty classroom, and you quickly get inside before closing the door. Sylus meets your eyes from afar, and a wide-spread grin appears on his face as he ushers you to come over. You take your time walking to himâthe only thing blocking you between was his large desk.Â
âYou havenât gone home, sweetie?â
His deep voice echoes slightly, and he notices the way you avoid looking at him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. His eyes narrow, and it clicksâsomething is wrong. You take a deep breath, anxiety crawling underneath your skin as you confess.Â
âI think we should stop.âÂ
Silence sinks like an anchor, and you chew the inside of your cheek waiting for a response. You lift your head, eyes peering at him, and for a moment, youâre surprised. Sylus only smirks, an amused expression on his face, while youâre baffled. You half-heartedly expected him to be upset or mad, but no, here he was in his seat, manspreading like usual with that awful smirk of his.Â
It was adorable to think you had a choice in this.Â
âI need you to be more specific, sweetie. We should stop what?âÂ
You almost gasped, irritation bubbling inside you because you knew he knew. He knew exactly what you were talking about.Â
âWe should stop hooking up.âÂ
You respond clearly, watching the way Sylus folds his arms over his chest, his black shirt clinging to him tightly, and you canât help but trail your eyes over the outlines of his muscles, getting a sudden whiplash of erotic memories; grabbing onto those arms while you rode him when class was over, the veins on his hand when he grabbed your neck and fucked you into oblivion, the way his nose nudged your clit perfectly whenever he ate you out. Of course, the times his cock slid into your cunt effortlessly, every ridge and vein rubbing against your walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while he came in you.Â
âNo.âÂ
You snap out of your trance, eyes latched onto him, a flicker of surprise passing through you as you stutter out a response.Â
âE-excuse me?âÂ
âYou heard me, weâre not going to stop.âÂ
You stare at him dumbfoundedly, almost confused, as you continue to blabber.Â
âWe have to stop, someone will find out eventually andââ
âSo, this is what youâre worried about? Worried that the perfect, prim student president will get caught fucking the head professor, hm?âÂ
Sylus chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips as he rests his chin on his palm, almost looking bored until he speaks again.Â
âLike you werenât just ogling me a moment ago, kitten. Were you thinking about the times we fucked?â
Your eyes widen at his crude language, taking a step back as you are caught red-handed.
âI wasnâtââÂ
âAre you sure? Because the way your thighs are pressed together right now doesnât tell me that.â
Shit. It doesnât help further when his eyes rake over your nervous form, ruby eyes glowing faintly as he licks his lips.Â
âLookâProfessor Sylus, itâs just simply not appropriate anymore for us to continueâŚthis.â
Sylus grins slyly, an eyebrow raised at you, âNot appropriate, you say?âÂ
He shifts in his seat, arms now clasped together on the desk as he begins to recall.Â
âWas it appropriate the first time you suggested this? Do you remember the way you begged on your knees to let me pass your test? Trying to convince me with a blowjob that you promised would be the best?â
Your heart stutters, the memory collapsing like a tower of cards as Sylus continues to humiliate you maliciously.Â
âWas it appropriate when you waited for me to come back from a staff meeting, impatiently dragging me to the janitorâs closet so I could finger-fuck you since you were being such a pathetic bitch in heat?âÂ
Heat rises in your cheeks, humiliation burning inside your chest because every word was meant to attack you. You couldnât handle it, especially when he wasnât lying, and so you spin around, furious steps trudging to the door until you hear his voice.Â
âIf you leave right now, Iâll fail you.âÂ
You stop, heart sinking at his words, worry and fear spreading like poison. You turn your head slowly, hand off the doorknob as you gaze at him.Â
âWhat did you say?âÂ
Sylus gleams as he repeats.Â
âIâll fail your assignment if you step out right now.âÂ
âY-you canât do that..âÂ
âI can, sweetie. Why donât you come back and sit down for me, hm? We need to discuss this matter more since youâre starting to think wisely now.âÂ
You swallow the venom in the conversation, your mind struggling to come to a decision. To Sylus, though, youâre taking far too long. Red mist wraps around your body, and you gasp, feeling as if an invisible rope is pulling you to him. Youâre placed right on top of his lap, the hair on your skin awakening as his hands rest on your waist, and warm, mint breath tickling your cheek.Â
âNow, where were we? Oh, you wanted us to stop fucking, is that correct?âÂ
His hands glide underneath your skirt, fingers drawing small circles on your thigh as he leans in close to you. Your breath hitches, heart pounding out of your ribcage.Â
âHow could you ever think to stop when you made me like this? Made me so obsessed with you.âÂ
His nose tickles your neck, lips ghosting over your throat as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath of your scent, grumbling quietly in response. The second you feel his fingers crawling into your panties, you jump in surprise, hips twisting to get off of his lap, but the red mist strikes again, coiling around you like a snake, and now youâre stuck.
âSylus, donâtââ
âSweetie,â he tuts, cutting you off, âDid you forget what I said? If you try to leave right now, Iâll fail you, and you might start to hear from others how the student president is such a whore.âÂ
You chew your bottom lip, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside of you, unease digging into your skin when he smiles so sickly at you.Â
âAre we clear?âÂ
He questions, relishing in the way you helplessly nod your head in agreement. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you canât help but squirm vaguely when his finger draws a heart right on top of your panties.Â
âSylus.â You gasp out, the warm tears finally gliding across your cheeks.Â
Sylus wipes your tears, grasping your face with the palm of his hands, calloused fingers caressing you as he coos at you.Â
âYou need this, sweetheart, youâre just a little confused about what you want.âÂ
With that said, he leans down, dragging the fat, wet muscle of his tongue on your neck and heat blooms across your body, pooling lowly in your stomach. Itâs worse when you feel him grind underneath you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties, and you canât help but whimper.Â
âSuch a needy little slut.âÂ
Sylus hums, tearing open your shirt, unclasping your bra as his hands greedily reach out to knead them. His thumb and index finger roll a nipple in between, tugging and pinching at it, knowing it would elicit a reaction out of you. You involuntarily arch your back, biting your bottom lip harshly, trying to ignore how wet you were beginning to feel.Â
Sylus grabs your face, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His lips mould perfectly with yours, sliding with intensity, and his tongue joins in, the grip on your face tightening. He angles your head to the side, and you instantly melt into the kiss, your sobs being swallowed away as Sylus sucks on your tongue only to pull away and murmur.Â
âOpen your mouth, tongue out.âÂ
When you donât comply, his lips flatten into a thin line, and a loud smack! echoes in the room; you wince from the pain of his hand slapping your ass.Â
âNow.âÂ
He mentions it sternly, and you comply, tears enveloping your vision. He lets out a fat gob of spit, watching the way it splats flat onto your tongue, and his lips are on yours again. Itâs messier with the way heâs kissing you, teeth clashing, and his lips hungrily suck and tug at your bottom lip. During this, heâs humping into you, hands groping your breasts, and the pleasure starts to fog your mind. Sylus pulls away from the kiss, and a thin line of spit connects from both of you.Â
His hand trails down underneath your skirt, knuckles just skimming over your clothed clit, and you suck in a harsh breath. His fingers tease their way into your panties, groaning with a micro smirk when he realises how soaked you are.Â
âLook how wet you are for me, kitten, and youâre telling me to end this situation when weâre clearly meant to be together?âÂ
Two of his fingers slide in your hole, and you seize up, eyes shutting and clenching tightly at the intrusion as he lets out a harsh laugh. He grabs your chin, rough voice laced with dominance as he speaks.Â
âUh uh, look at me.â
Your eyes instinctively open, immediately hooked to those bright, red eyes that seem to know your every thought. His fingers pump and curl, pressing right into your gummy walls and the pleasure spikes once he hits the perfect spot. Your lips part open, a whiny moan leaving you, and you fail to notice the red mist that uncoils itself away from you. Your hands automatically clutch onto his shoulders, feeling the pad of his thumb swirl so deliciously on your clit while his fingers continue to abuse your poor hole.Â
Sylus has you where he wants, grinning like a maniac when your thighs begin to quiver, your breaths hiccupping every time he scissors his fingers in you. Â
âHmm, are you going to cum for me, sweetie?âÂ
You nod your head frantically, struggling to form a coherent sentence.Â
âMnghh âssoooo close, Sy, pleaseâŚâÂ
Youâre received with another smack! instead, and you yelp, hearing his next words makes you involuntarily clench around his fingers.Â
âNo, no, say it properly, like how you always do.âÂ
âPlease, can I cum Daddy?â
Sylus growls deeply, a proud smirk etched on his face as he presses his thumb against your clit.Â
âYeah? Is my sweet girl going to cum for Daddy?âÂ
Heat pools further in your stomach, the knot tightening with each passing second as your whines and moans continue to ring out in the air. He plays with you for a bit, sucking a sweet spot underneath your chin, teeth dragging across your throat.
He leans in close to your ear, whispering, âI donât think you deserve to cum, though.âÂ
Immediately, his fingers withdraw from your pussy, the hole fluttering with need as you whine at the loss of his touch, orgasm ruined since he simply kept you on edge.Â
âWhy donât you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? Show me how much you want this.â
You stare at him in shock, lips parted in surprise, and the thought gently flickers across your mind. Should you do it? You came here to stop it, yet here you are wanting to cum so terribly.Â
Then Sylusâs words ring in your ears, your chest starting to tighten when it echoes in your head.Â
âIâll fail youâŚâ
ââŚhow the student president is such a whore.âÂ
You decide to slide off his lap, your quavering hands touching the hard leather belt as you begin to unloop it. Once itâs undone, you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard length. It is obvious that heâs painfully hard; the veins on his cock slithered from the pre-cum covered tip to the base, balls heavy with need. The sight nearly has you drooling, and a wave of shame washes through youâan uncomfortable push of nausea hits you out of nowhere.Â
Fuck.
Was he actually going to fail you?
You didnât want to take any risks, so you grab his cock, tongue swiping at his tip, and you hear him hiss. His hand slithers to grab the back of your neck, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth until his balls are just kissing your lips. You gag but get a hold of using your tongue against himâthe wet muscle sucking and looping perfectly, head bopping up and down as you feel his fingers dig into your skin.Â
Sylus lets out a deep grunt, shallow breaths being puffed out as he gazes at the sight in front of him. You are on your knees, willingly sucking him off because he couldnât help but let that threat slip by âaccidentâ. If only you knew what else he had in store for you.Â
Sylus loves fucking you, and regardless of sex, heâs always been crazy for you. From the start of the semester, when you walked into class, chattering amongst your friends as you settled into the class, and at almost every lecture, heâd catch you staring at him. It wasnât as if the other students werenât gazing at him too, trying to pay attention to the material presented, but there was something else whenever you looked at him.Â
A thought of curiosity thatâs for sure, perhaps a thought of hunger, since many students swooned over him, but there was definitely a peculiar look behind those eyes, almost as if you were studying him.Â
Of course, as weeks went by, he began to notice that you couldnât hold eye contact with him. Whenever he caught you staring at him, well, not his face, but rather his body, youâd shy away in your books. When he realised that you had a crush on him, he knew he needed to get to you.Â
Other than your amazing looks and bright personality, Sylus caught himself daydreaming about his future with you. Sure, there was a significant age gap between you both, yet he couldnât help imagine marrying anyone but you. You practically possessed his mind, and he found himself throughout the day just thinking about you.Â
He wanted to talk to you more and get closer to you. He wanted to know your deepest thoughts, your worries, and especially your future. Oh, how heâd love to be a part of that.Â
He was never going to let you go that easily, not when you were already in his grasp.Â
Of course, the more time you spent together, the more interconnected his soul was. Sylus couldnât help but slither into your good books, scales shimmering in delight whenever he saw your precious smile. It all started because of you, and well, you couldnât help it either. Whenever he swooned you with gifts and merriment, the authentic, sweet-honeyed words dripped onto your skin, sticking into your ears so a mantra replayed in your head.Â
âYou always belong to me as I belong to you.âÂ
God, you truly fucked up there, didnât you? The venom already penetrated your soul a long time ago, but it dawdled its effects, corrupting your mind gradually while the fragments of your soul and Sylusâs were being stitched together peculiarly. It kept coiling you and him in unison, merged in warmth, desire, and obviously love.
Who could forget about that?
The thread that coiled around your souls became more rigid, pulling and squeezing at your heart until you couldnât breathe anymore. The gasp for air stopped the thread from pulling further, and it loosened momentarily until your soul began to slip away, only for it to tighten with the very hands that knew you would eventually crack.Â
After all, diamonds lose their sparkle once theyâre tainted.Â
Sylus felt himself getting close, his hips bucking into your mouth from the intense movement your mouth was applying, and God, he was loud. Your eyes darted nervously between him and the door, and at this point, you were sure someone would walk in and see what had stirred up the commotion in an empty classroom. In a second, you feel his fingers dig into your hair, pulling you away from his cock just as he was about to come.
You barely have time to say anything as his hands grab you, pulling you onto your feet as your chest is pushed onto the desk, ass high in the air as you feel his hard length just grazing your hole. A small whimper escapes from your lips, heart pounding in a mix of fear and arousal while Sylus continues to toy with you.Â
âHmm, should I cum in this perfect, pretty pussy, darling? You were sucking me off so well, but I donât know⌠if you earned having my cock inside you.âÂ
You clenched on nothing but his words, nails digging graciously into the wooden table because a part of you knew what he wanted you to do. The tip of his cock drags down your slit, your wetness coating him with a glistening effect, and your teeth dig into your lower lip.
âPleaseâŚâ
âHm, what was that, sweetie? Couldnât hear that properly.â
âPlease fuck me, Daddy.â
âI think you can do better for me. Try again.â
âDaddy, please put your cock in me and fuck me, please, please, pleââ
Sylus doesnât give you any time to adjust as he slides in one go, a gasp leaving your lips while the stretch burned for a moment, only for the pain to slither away once he began grinding into you. How could he deny his sweet girl when she begged so nicely for him?
The grinds soon turn into loud plaps, rhythmic and steady as the veins on his cock glide against your walls perfectly. His tip strikes the spot that weakens the muscles in your limbs, pleasure tingling at your spine whilst you release a series of desperate, pretty moans.
Itâs so hard to think about anything else when Sylusâs cock continuously rams into your cervix, gummy walls swallowing his length and the power of his thrusts as you cry out.
So hard to focus on your surroundings, your vision completely stuttering as it fails to notice the blinking red dot that hides in a tiny pot plant, perfectly camouflaged from prey like you.Â
âF-fuck, and you wanted us to stop, huh? After everything weâve done together, after finally knowing everything about each other, and now youâre worried about honour?âÂ
His words fall on deaf ears, the pleasure consuming your mind as you drool on the table, moans getting pitchier by the second.
Sylus scoffs, his grunts escaping his lips as he drags his cock out of your hole for a moment, only to slam back in, eliciting a reaction out of you. His hand reaches for your hair, tugging your head back as his words fall into your ear.Â
âTell me who owns this pussy.âÂ
âY-You Sy..âÂ
Smack!
âAgain. Who owns this fucking pussy, hm?â
âYou, nghâitâs always been you Sylus.âÂ
A proud smile is etched on Sylusâs face, and his lips pepper warm kisses on your neck. The heat pooling in your stomach gets hotter, the pleasure intensifies with each thrust, and you hiccup your words.
âMmh, Iâm gon-gonna come.âÂ
Sylus smirks in response, his thrusts getting sloppier when he feels you clench around his cock, eyes narrowing onto your shaky legs and your nails scratching the surface of the table. A wave of smugness washes over him since heâs able to see you turn into a mess just for him and him only.
His hand finds your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles, the pad of his thumb pressing juuust enough to make you lose your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a choked moan leaving you as you come undone on his cock.Â
âFuckkk, youâre gripping me so tight, sweetieâIâm not gon-ah last long.âÂ
Sylusâs hips stutter, cock twitching with fervour as a loud groan tears from his lips, and hot, thick ropes of cum spill inside you. He chases his high, slowing down very soon as he collapses on top of you.Â
You feel his slick drip down your thighs, body tingling from the aftermath of your interaction. Youâre completely blissed out, until you adjust your eyes to the room, eyes scanning to the table youâre on, and you admire the pretty pot plantâthat is when you notice it.Â
The red light.Â
Your breathing gets shallow, heart rate spiking as your thoughts start to centre on what you see. You want to move, but you canât when Sylus is glued to your back. You dig your nails into the table, knuckles turning white, and Sylus feels how tense you become.Â
âWhatâs the matter, kitten?â
âW-why is there a red dot blinking in that plant?â
Your voice shakes, unease crawling into your mind since you do not want him to admit what you think it is. Sylus doesnât even need to look at what youâre seeing as he murmurs a soft hush into your hair.
The thread winds endlessly around you both, your souls knotted together in a deceptive warmth, like a serpent that holds you gently at first, only so you wouldnât notice when the pressure begins, when escape is no longer something your body remembers how to do.
The realisation sinks in slowly, just like the poison that cast an illusion over you from the start. Only now you understand, as it settles in cold and certain that you were never meant to be held. Only hunted long enough to stop running.
Your souls succumb to the thread, slipping further away while your heart pulses softly, and the words that come next reach you anyway. You just werenât prepared to hear them.
âJust a little something to keep youâŚin line for me.â A quiet laugh follows. âYou feel it, donât you? Weâre interconnected forever, sweetie. You canât undo that.â
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Watching the people meltdown over the spank and face tap is hilarious to me.
I also do the face tap a lot on my partners. Especially if they're fucked out. A little come back to me now tap tap, I'm not done wrecking your soul. So I get it. I also like smacking butt. Not even in sexual situations. Just because it's there. So I smack it. Because I can. And it's a butt. They're soft as fuck you know what I mean???
We all know Sylus can play rough by demand. He's built for it.
Let the man be a little playful damn
I'm just too giddy at the concept of a tender buttock and some redness from those big hands.
I fuck with this behaviour heavily. Momma is over the moon right now.
Thank you for coming home in ten pulls fine king!!!!
He is looking BIG too... fuvk!!!!! I was devastated when MC didn't wanna get crushed. Girl why????
You better take all of that weight. Kissing you breathless?
STOP BREATHING THEN GODDAMMIT.
I'm gonna need you to step up queen. We are willing to die over here.
CW: Slapping. P in V sex. Rough sex. Spitting. No plot just đ˝.
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Repost from my old account (Applecaviar)
He was doing it slow, too slow. Every drag of his cock over your needy pussy made your mind scream in frustration, begging him to just take you already. You arched your back, nails digging into his muscles while your body shook with desperation. Your whimpers and curses filled the room as he edged you relentlessly, pushing you to the brink of insanity.
Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he denied you again, leaving you empty and aching. A broken sob escaped your lips as he dragged his cock along your soaked slit. He smirked down at your desperation, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.
That smirk. That goddamn smirk was the last thing you saw before your hand moved on pure instinct. The crack of your palm against his cheek echoed through the room, startling you both. But if you thought it would stop him, you were dead wrong.
His smirk only grew bigger, eyes darkening with new intensity. A chill ran down your spine before he grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head.
"Did you just slap me, pet?"
He yanks you towards him, legs straddling his hips, and the world becomes a haze of heat and moans. His hand fists in your hair, guiding your movements while he takes control.
His breath, hot against your ear, whispers words of dark promise and filthy praise "You really want to cum don't you, sweet girl?"
You're beyond words, beyond thought. All you can do is sob with need, your body moving on instinct when he finally lets you ride him. You take him deep, so deep you hiss every time his tip kisses your cervix.
But then he's gripping your hips, holding you down, stopping your movements. You whimper, desperate, aching need tearing from your throat. "Fuck, I love your messy pussy, the way you take my cock like" thrust "such" thrust "a good" thrust "fucking girl..."
His muscles start contracting, abs flexing. You can feel the way his cock jumps inside you. His balls draw up, tight and heavy, ready to empty their load.
And then it happens. He comes undone, his cock starts to pulse, pumping its seed soooo deep inside you. The feeling of him, the drag of your clit against his pelvis, the pulsing heat flooding your core... it's all it takes. You shatter, body convulsing, back arching, as you clench down around him, milking him, taking everything he has to give you.
Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, a sharp crack of skin on skin "My turn"
His mouth hovers over yours, lips parted, breath mixing with yours, but no kiss comes. Instead, he moves to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
"Who do you belong to? Who owns this pretty cunt, hmm?" the same questions over and over again.
Your hands fist in the sheets, struggling to hold onto your composure, to give him the answer he wants. Your voice cracks on a moan as you choke out for the th time "You...I belong to you, Xavie."
But tonight his jealousy burns hotter.
He praises you with a low groan, hips starting to move faster, but it's still not enough, not nearly enough.
"Who makes you feel this way, bunny? Who fucks you so good that you forget your own name?"
You're shaking now, your body wound tight. Your skin is flushed and damp, breath coming in desperate little pants as you try to hold yourself back from the edge he's pushing you towards.
"Xavier" you cry out, desperation coloring your tone. "Please!"
His fingers brush against your clit and you moan, loud and long, back arching off the bed when he pulls away.
"Answer me, wh..."
Your hand moves on its own, cracking against his cheek. The slap echoes in the room and the sting radiates through your fingers, matching the throb of your pussy.
He stills above you, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden sting. For a moment, time seems to freeze, the only sound your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heart. Then, slow as a shark circling its prey, he turns his head to face you.
"I'm...I'm sorry Xavie...I didn't mean to..." you start to stammer out, cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. But the words die on your lips as he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your weeping cunt.
He's moving again. Really moving. No more teasing, no more slow burn. He's pounding into you, so hard and so fast, just the way you like it, hips slapping against yours with each thrust. You're screaming, nails raking down his back, legs locking around his waist to pull him closer, to take him deeper.
Each thrust punches out the air from your lungs and replaces it with the hot, musky scent of his skin. His pelvis grinds against yours, the coarse hair at the base of his cock scratching deliciously against your clit.
Teeth, lips and tongue ravage the vulnerable skin of your throat, sucking dark blooms into the surface, painting you with the vivid hues of his lust.
"Mine," he moans against your skin, the word rumbling through his chest and vibrating in your bones. "You're mine. This cunt, this body, this heart, it's all mine."
He fucks you like a man who would die if he stopped, who would wither away to nothing if he couldn't have you.
And you take it, you take every thrust and every brutal kiss, your body moving to meet his. You take it all and still beg for more.
His fingers pump in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with the same rhythm his cock is pounding into your sopping cunt. Drool coats your chin and the sound of your slurping and gagging fills the room. But he shows no mercy, keeping a pace that has your eyes rolling back and your toes curling.
Your cunt is a mess, gushing and squelching, painting his abs and the sheets beneath you with your slick. The room reeks of sex and sin, the air heavy with your mingled musk.
He leans down and his lips brush your ear. "Say yes, move in with me and I'll fill this pretty pussy up every day. Be mine, completely. I'll give you everything, kitten. Everything you could ever want."
His words are tempting, so sinfully sweet. The promise of having this every day it's almost enough to make you say yes. Almost enough to throw away everything you've worked for.
Don't do it, a tiny voice in the back of your head screams. Don't give in to him. You have a duty, a calling...
But Sylus's hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his cock, it's all so overwhelming. So perfect. So hard to resist.
You can feel your will crumbling, your resistance wearing thin. Each thrust chips away at your resolve, each kiss etches away at the last of your inhibitions. And as Sylus looms over you can feel yourself on the cusp of giving in completely.
Through the haze of another orgasm, you see Sylus's mouth open, ready to utter words that would surely seal your fate, and likely your surrender. In a moment of desperate, instinctive self preservation, your hand comes up to silence him with a sharp slap across his face.
His eyes widen in surprise and for a moment you stare at each other, chests heaving and hearts pounding.
Then, just as quickly, the surprise in Sylus's gaze melts into something darker. He catches your wrist in his hand, holding your slapping palm against his cheek, leaning into the sting.
"Feisty, I almost forgot"
He takes advantage of your vulnerability, his hand sliding down to find your puffy clit, rubbing slow circles around it. "Slap me all you want, sweetie, It won't change the fact that you belong to me. That you'll be my wife, bound to me and Onychinus for life."
He feels your body react to his words, your gummy walls clenching around him. You're so close and he knows it. Close to surrendering everything for things only he can give you.
"You can have your little adventures, chase your thrills as a Hunter. But you'll always come back to me, back to this. Back to being mine."
Fuck, he's relentless.
You can barely catch your breath before he's pounding into you again, hips slamming against yours with brutal force. He's not holding back, far from it.
Your body is a livewire, raw nerves sparking with every thrust. The pleasure is too much, too overwhelming and all consuming. You've lost count of your orgasms, your vision hazy, lungs burning. He's ruined you, used you, fucked you so thoroughly you can barely remember your own name.
But he's not done with you yet.
So when your hand moves on its own, lashing out to strike his cheek, it's almost a surprise. The sharp crack of skin on skin makes him pause for just a second, he doesn't look angry, If anything he looks amused.
"'S'too much Raf...please"
"Tsk, cutie. You know better than to hold back with me" He catches your wrist, pinning it above your head "I thought we had an agreement. A safe word for moments like these."
He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning over sensitive skin. "Use it, if you need to. I want to hear you say it."
Of course you don't use it.
So he flips you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing at all, breasts pressing into the mattress, ass lifted. Before you can catch your breath, he's inside you again, splitting you open.
Your pussy is dripping, soaked, absolutely flooding around his dick. The wetness splatters his thighs, his balls, the sheets beneath you. It's filthy, it's messy, and you can't get enough.
He leans over you, weight pressing you down, pinning you in place. His fingers find your hair to fist and yank your head back. The sting of pain blends with pleasure, spine curving into the shape of his body. And then his mouth is on yours, hot and hungry. He spits into your open mouth, the sweet taste of him exploding on your tongue, and you swallow it down greedily.
Your moans turn to whimpers, your whimpers to sobs, until finally, blessedly, you shatter again. Your cunt clamps down on him, milking his cock. You're ruined, destroyed, fucked into sweet, sweet oblivion.
When you collapse beneath him, trembling and gasping, he stays buried inside you. His cock pulses, throbbing, painting your insides with his heat. He grinds the tip against your abused cervix, marking you.
You feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck, hear his dark chuckle rumbling through his chest. "Slap me again, cutie," he murmurs "I fucking dare you. I'll just fuck you harder."
He craves your reactions, feeding off each gasp and moan that spills from your lips. His hips meeting yours thrust for thrust, as if he could somehow merge your bodies into one. Every sound you make, every arch of your back, only fuels his hunger. Your body is his to claim, and he takes great pleasure in breaking you apart piece by piece.
He keeps talking, keeps reminding you of the reasons behind the choices he's made. Having you followed for safety. Choices that have led you here, skin sliding against his as he drives into you again and again.
"You need to understand, baby," he grunts "I did this for your own good. I can't have you getting yourself hurt. Not when I'm not there to protect you." His hand grips your hip hard, pulling you down to meet his thrusts.
But you're not listening. You can't hear anything over the pounding of your own heart, the rush of blood in your ears. All you can focus on is the way he fills you. So when his hand cracks across your ass, you barely register the sharp sting. Instead, it blends into the tapestry of sensation, another thread in the web he's spinning around you.
Until suddenly, it's not. Until your hand is moving on its own, striking out at the smug smile across his lips. The crack of skin against skin echoes through the room, startling even him. He stills, his body going rigid, but you don't. You can't. The anger, the frustration, the sheer need that has been building inside you won't let you stop. You ride him faster, taking him deeper, harder, as if you could somehow punish him with the force of your desire.
He recovers quickly and changes his angle, driving into you at a new spot that has you seeing stars. The smirk on his face turns deadly when he feels your walls clench around him "You want it rough? I can do rough too, princess"
He hammers into you harder, each thrust shaking the bed frame. "This is what you need, isn't it?"
"Fuck you Cay"
He bites down on your earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue a second later. You're so close, teetering on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Every muscle in your body pulled taut, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails scoring his skin. He can feel your desperation, your hunger, and it only spurs him on.
"Take it all, baby. Fucking take it. You know you need this, need me. I've ruined you for anyone else, haven't I? No one else will ever make you feel this good, this fucking perfect."
He leans down to brush his lips against your neck, feeling your pulse race beneath your skin, before he licks a stripe up to your jawline before nipping at the sensitive flesh. "You can hit me all you want, sweetheart. It won't change a damn thing. You'll always be mine, no matter how hard you try to run from it. I've made you perfect. My good girl."
from wolfie: welcome to my little pathetic perv Vessel freak fest.
wc: 1.9k
cw: dubcon, degradation, references to home invasions/stalking, reader is referred to as a slut multiple times, slight d/s vibes, inferred somno, mutual pining, rough-borderline-hate sex, doggy style, mirrors
âCan I help you?â
Fuck. He caught you staring again. âS-s-sorry. Just zoned out.â
Ves chuckles, shakes his head, and looks back at the TV. Itâs some shit horror movie. Some poor girl being chased, and itâs not even scary. But what is scary is the banging at the door. You could cut the tension with a knife. âAre you expecting someone,â you ask.
He shakes his head. âAre you?â You both share a half smile. Of course you arenât. Another loud knock. This one makes you jump. Vessel sighs heavily as he walks to the door. âFor fucks sake, man.â He looks through the peephole but doubles back a bit. When he opens the door, no one is there.Â
âWait! Vessel!â But heâs already stepped outside. âFuck.â You wander to the porch to follow him and find him looking up the darkened street. Itâs midnight and there are no cars, no wind, not even a cloud in the inky sky. âNothing?â
âNothing,â your roommate replies flatly, matching the blankness of his expression. âThere is no one out here.â He turns to look at you but peers past your shoulder. âYou closed the front door, right?âÂ
âUhmâŚI think so.â
Vessel pushes past you to find the front door wide open. He whispers âfuckâ sharply and rubs his hand down his face. As you approach him, he motions to the doorway and living room, lit by the TV and a small table lamp. âYouâre lucky thereâs no one lurking about,â he sneers, âleaving the door wide open ⌠come on.â
You follow him inside quickly, trying to explain yourself, but thereâs nothing for it. âI justâŚdidnât know what you were doing.â
Vessel shakes his head as his serious doe-eyes glance across your body. A small shiver makes you tense up when his gaze lingers on your hipsâŚthen your thighs. âWould you even know what to do if someone came in here?â
âLike a home invasion?â It was only one of your worst fears.
âIâŚI donât know! But would you even be able to protect yourself?â Vesselâs voice has become frantic, strained. âOr would you just acquiesce,â he draws out the last word before you shut him up with a slap to the cheek.
âI can take care of myself fin-â but your words are cut short when footfalls creak right above your heads on the second floor. âVes?!â You practically scream- whisper.Â
Vessel keeps his eyes on the ceiling and his hand up to shush you. He grabs the metal bat you keep hidden in the coat closet for things like this. Another creak. This time knocking from upstairs? You watch helplessly as your roommate ascends the stairs and up to the darkened hallway. The knocking stops, and the only creaking is from VesselâŚalthough it sounds completely different from what you heard. Being alone and unarmed doesnât feel smart at the moment, so you quietly join him on the landing.Â
âFUCKING hell,â he stammers once he notices you. The bat goes to the floor after heâs flailed in surprise. âYou really seem unphased by the prospect of an intruder.â You have a retort, but itâs not worth voicing. âAnd youâre honestly going to go upstairs in a situation like this?â
âYouâre upstairs, Vessel.â
He glares. âI am. But I have the weapon. I have my wits because I didnât leave the house all open and unattended. What have you got to show for it? Hmm?â He eyes you up and down again. âOther than trembling fingers and kneesâŚblown out eyesâŚâ
You shudder as he appraises you, but you shake your head. âN-n-n-noâŚIâŚI could defend myself. Physically. Run awayâŚorâŚfight.â
This makes Vessel guffaw. Itâs louder than the knocking and creaking from before and just as startling. âYou could take someone?â
âSure. I meanâŚâ you puff up your chest unconvincingly âin the right situation, my adrenaline would tell me what to do.â
Once again your body is a feast for Vesselâs eyes. He takes a small step forward, standing to his full height. âWhat is your adrenaline telling you to do? Your body?â His chest is almost touching yours. âHmm?â
âTo run.â With that you bolt past Vessel and into your room. Heâs right behind you of course, but this is more than tag. He scrambles over your bed to catch you faster, his hand gripping your ankle before you can step.Â
âYouâd lead me right to the goods, then?â Vessel teases. âBringing such naughty boys into your room. Tsk tsk, little darling.â
You muscle out of his grip and attempt to leave your room before heâs blocking the door with his body. âNope. Donât think so.â He chuffs as he pushes you backwards. âYou really donât know what to do in these kinds of situationsâŚyou let me corner you,â he whispers as he crowds you into the corner of your room.
âWell itâs not entirely fairâŚâ
âNo?â Vessel cocks his head to the side as he drops down to his knees. âNot fair?âJust the mere sight of him on his knees keeps you in place. His tongue pokes out to wet his pouty lips. Youâve wanted him, yes, but he means to make an example of you. âThatâs not fear I smell,â he breathes out as he leans closer, face almost grazing your leggings, âyouâd be so useless. Look at youâŚnot even budging.â You shudder as his cold fingers trail up your leg, the thin fabric betraying you in so many ways. Vessel could practically taste your arousal in the air and leaves you shivering from his ice cold touch. âAre you that desperateâŚor do you like being hunted? Hmm?â
You can only whimper as his fingers dance over a particularly sensitive curve of your thighs.Â
âAll the same?â He leans in and plants a firm kiss on your pussy, inhaling deeply with a guttural moan before standing up. Your legs nearly give out as he towers over you, his hand gently grasping your throat. âBet youâd leave all the windows open and doors unlocked too if I didnât live with you and constantly remind you. Think youâd still sleep naked without your covers on?â
Your stomach drops and your blood runs absolutely sub zero. âHow do you know that,â you spit.
âReally? Simple asâŚâ he leans in close, right in your ear and whispers, âyou watch me all the time. You think I donât know? Iâm just better than you at keeping my little obsession a secretâŚsuch a heavy sleeper, my loveâŚâ
All sensibilities tell you to be disgusted but youâre not. His hands mash into your pretty body as he runs his sharp nose along your neck, smelling you. âYouâre notâŚplaying fair.â You weakly push against him, only fighting back so that maybeâŚjust maybe youâd have some moral superiority. You. Were. Hopeless.
âOh Iâm not playing,â He says seriously. You feel so empty when he lets go of you and steps back. âTake your clothes off. Show me how easy this would be if I just waltzed in.â
âVesâŚâ Protesting is futile because youâre already taking off your shirt. Youâre consenting and itâs happening. Vessel stares at you, his face completely unreadable. Itâs like fury is radiating from
him when itâs revealed that you arenât wearing a bra.
âAll of it,â he barks.
You tremble as you slip off your leggings. For some reason you look up at him. Reassurance? Praise?
âEyes on the carpet.â
âYes, sirâ you mumble. Your subservience churns your stomach but you canât help yourself. Vessel tuts and puts his hands on his hips.
âNo panties? You have all those pretty lacy things and tonight youâve chosen to be a little slut? Did you plan this?â You shake your head quickly. Vesselâs voice strains with disappointment, but his sweats are holding back something as well. âAll fours. On the bed. Now.â
You donât need telling twice. You do as youâre told with your ass and pussy facing him. The full length mirror on the other side of the room lets you watch Vessel palm his erection and chew at his lip as he practically eye fucks your little holes. But then he realizes you can see them. He glares at you in the mirror. âReally? You keep failing at not looking like a slut.â
You scoff helplessly. âVesâŚI literally just hopped on the bed like yoâAAHHH!!â A sharp, swift hand on your ass cheek shuts you up quickly.Â
âBe glad itâs just meâŚâ he says as he opens your bedside drawer. How the fuck does he know where you keep your toys and lube? He runs a finger over your slit, making you tense up and moan. âOh myâŚâ he coos as he sucks your juice off his finger, âhavenât heard you make that sound beforeâŚthat was beautiful. Just a little porn star, huh? Youâd sound so sweetâŚffffuck.â Vessel pushes his lubed up cock into your pussy, the head pulsing against your g-spot. You lay your head on your arms, still not beating the allegations that youâre a slut for him. He fucks you with a surprising tenderness and ease, but his grip and tone lets you know heâs not letting up. âThatâs itâŚso useful and good for meâŚmmm canât even lock the door but mm fuck,â he lands another slap on your ass, âyou take cock so well. Hmm? Donât you?â
Vessel is breathless but still commands the room. You let him stand still and use your bodyâŚhe isnât even fucking into youâŚjust yanking you back and forth on his length. The sheets are balled up in your fists and wet from your drool. Thereâs no way to keep your mouth shut as his cock stretches you, making you moan with each forward thrust. OhâŚhow that cute little chub below his belly button slammed against your assâŚthe way his cock carved out your pussyâŚobscene was the only way to describe the sound your bodies made together. You were his little bitch and it felt so goddamn right. âPleaseâŚmore.â
He stops and presses his cock head against you as he bottoms out. âMore what? What else could you possibly need? Greedy girl. Want me to get a dildo outâŚpretend I didnât come alone? Something to occupy that smart little mouth?â
âNooo!â You whine as he spanks you again. âJustâŚjust fuck me. PleaseâŚdonâtâŚplease donât stop.â You sound borderline hysterical, but it seems your roommate is feeling merciful. He starts fucking you as you asked. Measured, steady, hard strokes.Â
âLook in the mirror.â
You lift your head wearily and see Vessel, still clothed, red in the face, making you his.Â
He spanks you in response. âNo. Thatâs my girlâŚno one talks to my girl like that.â He stops and lays atop you, making your knees buckle and collapse, to whisper against your neckâŚhis cock throbs and begs for release against your warm center. âOnly I can call you shit like that, darlin⌠you're mine now. What you see is my girlâŚwho needs me to protect her. Keep the doors locked. Keep the bat in the closet and my wits about me so I can pummel any dumb fuck who wants a taste of you. Keep my knuckles bloody and bruised so you can still sleep naked and play with your little toys in the shower when you think Iâm not here.â He stands back up and pulls your hips impossibly close to his delicious v-line. âNow letâs see how many times I can fill you upâŚâ