synopsis: you just had a recent break up with sylus, and it's making you both grow fonder in more ways than one.
notes: finally wrote something again! i wasn't really inspired. but i wanted to make something good for everyone! enjoy :)
warnings: unprotected. vulgarity, body worship, cream pie
wc: 3.7k
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Mutuality… It’s been months since you and Sylus broke up. Mutually broke up. And God, is it tearing you apart.
What a shame it is to say those words. Ex boyfriend. It almost makes you cringe to think about.
You never thought you’d break up, but with both of your schedules, it was hard to work around seeing him.
Of course he’d drop anything for you, but with rising tensions in the N109, it’s been difficult. So, you both agreed on being friends and breaking it off.
It was difficult for both parties. You loved Sylus too much to explore other options. And you believed it was the same on his end.
You’d spend nights craving him, his touch, the way his body fit against yours, his voice… And he spent his nights with his fingers hovering over your contact, wanting to get back together with you. You were all he ever wanted, but he understood that your schedules never lined up. So, he went with it, as much as it pained him.
You guys still spent time together and messaged, just without the heavy intimacy. However, one night he broke walls and realized he couldn’t do this without you.
Sylus had left the N109 in the middle of the night, pouring rain, to come see you in Linkon. Even though he knows he could be caught, Sylus still risks it.
He speeds to your place, not caring about the clock reading 3:09AM. He didn’t even call you; he just needed to fix this.
Sylus pulls in not much later and makes his way to your front door. His clothes soaked and face wet with droplets as he rings the doorbell.
You had been sleeping peacefully in your bedroom, unable to hear the doorbell ring. Until your phone rings beside your head. Your eyes flutter open, and you groan, wondering who's calling you this late.
Your eyes widen as you read Sylus’ contact name, and you pick up with concern.
“Hello?” You question sleepily.
“Baby, please let me in.” What could he possibly be here for at almost 3:30 AM?
You rub your eyes and run downstairs to open the door. The cold air hits you as you open it to see Sylus, drenched, and what looks like shivering.
“Sylus… what are you doing here so late?” You urge him in and close the door behind him. Your house feeling warm again, with his presence.
“Baby… I had to see you. I can’t do this anymore.” He moves towards you, and his hands grip your waist, pulling you in to smash his lips against yours. Hands nearly lifting your nightgown, he groans against your lips.
Shock takes over; you hadn’t expected this to happen. His lips against yours feel so familiar, making you instantly melt into his touch.
Your arms rest on his broad chest, his shirt soaked from the rain. His hands move lower, now gripping your thighs and lifting you up so your legs wrap around his waist.
With you in his grasp, he grips you as he kisses you deeply, his need for you overwhelming.
He walks you over to the nearby couch, sitting down and keeping you in his lap. His lips part from yours, both of your breaths heavy.
“Sylus, what the fuck is going on? You’re getting my couch soaked.” You chuckle as you look at his features.
Sylus laughs at the unexpected statement from you.
“I just needed to be close to you. I can’t stand not being with you.” His voice is hoarse, the emotions of desperation and need seeping through his words.
“We’ve been trying to do this whole ‘be friends’ thing, and it's bullshit. I can’t do it any longer.” He leans in, his nose brushing against yours.
Your heart races as he speaks; his words touch your soul. You couldn’t deny the pain you felt without him. This new dynamic was killing you.
You bring your hand up and rest it against his wet cheek, looking into his red eyes that you missed so much.
“Sylus…” you whisper, your voice filled with yearning.
He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of your hand on his skin. An inaudible sigh escapes his lips, his head tilting more into your touch.
Sylus opens his eyes again; his gaze locked onto you. He leans in, planting soft kisses along your jaw, the rainwater from his lips leaving wet trails against your skin.
“I can’t pretend that things are fine. I miss coming home to you, cuddling on the couch, cooking together… I miss all of it.” He mumbles against your skin.
His hands glide under the hem of your shirt, his cold fingertips leaving goosebumps along your bare back.
“I miss you more than you know, baby.” You whisper quietly, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his hands on you.
Sylus freezes for a second, his breath hitching at your words. Then he pulls back just enough to stare into your eyes—his own wide, vulnerable.
“You… you do?” His voice cracks slightly as he searches your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail.
“Then why the hell did we break up? Why were we pretending this was okay?”
His hands tighten on you—not painfully, but possessively. If he lets go now, you might disappear again. A drop of rainwater slides from his hair onto your collarbone and trails down between them, his eyes following.
“Of course I missed you, Sylus, but our schedules… They never aligned; we never had time for each other.” You sigh, and he catches a note of it.
Sylus exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head as if the answer physically pains him.
“Fuck schedules. Fuck N109. Fuck everything that kept us apart.” His voice drops to a growl as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.
“You think I give a single shit about timing when I’m out here drowning in rain just to see you? Tell me you don't want this.”
His hands slide up your back under your shirt again—this time warmer, less shaky—before suddenly pulling you flush against him with a frustrated groan.
“I’ll rearrange my whole damn life if it means getting you back. Please…” Sylus whispers the last part, and your heart clenches.
Sylus’ breath hitches when he sees the way your eyes glisten—like he just cracked you wide open. His thumbs brush under your eyelashes, catching any stray moisture before it falls. He never failed to make your heart flutter.
“Hey… look at me.” His voice is rough but unbearably soft now. “You think I don’t know what this does to you? To us? Every time we ‘just hung out,’ every time I left after holding you too long?”
He presses his forehead to yours again, noses bumping like they always do as his next words come out ragged.
“Tell me to stay tonight, and I swear on my life—no more pretending.” His eyes lock on yours as he waits for your words.
“Then stay…” You smile softly, and he lets out a shaky breath of relief. His arms lock around yours, and he squeezes like his life depends on it.
“Thank God,” he mutters into your neck, lips brushing your pulse point. “I was two seconds from throwing myself in the rain again just to prove I’d do anything for you.”
He pulls back just enough to cup your face, swiping his thumb over your cheekbone with a wobbly smirk.
“But now? Now I’m gonna take my damn time making up for lost nights.” His nose nudges yours teasingly before diving back in to kiss you slow and deep—like he’s savoring every second of finally having permission.
You melt into him, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as you kiss him back just as eagerly. His touch seared away months of longing and loneliness. He felt like he was at home again.
His kiss becomes hungrier, more insistent, his body instantly responding to your touch. With a possessive grip, he stands while lifting you with ease—not breaking contact until he reaches your bedroom.
Sylus knew your place like the back of his hand, and it only makes your heart warmer as he carries you upstairs.
As he gently lays you on the bed, Sylus hovers over you, eyes roaming over you like he’s worshiping your every curve. He missed you; he missed seeing you like this.
Sylus slowly peels off his wet shirt, tossing it to the floor with a soft thud. His broad chest rises and falls as he stares down at you, the heat in his gaze palpable. You could nearly melt.
His hands slide under your shirt again, this time trailing up your stomach and over the curves of your waist. He lowers his body above you, peppering kisses against your neck. Quiet whimpers slide from your lips.
“You have no idea how many times I laid awake just picturing this. Picturing you…” He murmurs against your jaw, his voice thick with need. “God, I missed touching you so damn much. My beautiful girl.”
His words and touch set your skin on fire, your body tingling. The familiar way he looked at you, his hands roaming over you like he was relearning every inch of you—it was intoxicating. Damn near dizzying.
You arch into his touch, your own hands reaching to trace the muscles of his abdomen—his body a work of art you’d spent months pining over. There was nothing soft or patient left in the way you tugged at his belt.
Sylus groans as your fingers trace his abs, tugging at his belt. God, how he’d been craving you.
“Let’s get these off; you’re getting my bed wet…” You giggle as you undo his belt, and he lets out a chuckle.
“Christ, even now you’re worried about the bed? God, I even missed your humor…” He nips at your neck playfully before hooking his thumbs into his waistband. “But fine—let’s fix that.”
With one rough motion, he yanks both pants and boxers down to his thighs just enough to free himself—already hard and flushed against you.
“Better, sweetie?” Sylus smirks, and your eyes drop to the pre-cum that drips down his shaft. Your legs squeeze slightly as you feel wetness pooling between them.
“Mm, all the way off.” You smile and move up a bit to pull them down, your face teasingly close to his cock.
His eyes flutter at the sight, but he would never put himself before you. So, he steps out of the clothing and positions himself above you again.
“Better now?” He smiles at you this time, and your face flushes.
“Mhm…” You almost whine out at the sight of him.
Sylus slides a rough palm up your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your skin. His touch is light and teasing, an achingly familiar reminder of what he knows drives you crazy. How he hasn’t lost his touch.
“Just mhm?” He hums against your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. His breath is warm and humid—and when his leg presses against your core, you can feel how desperate he is for you. His muscles tight and shaking, just from being near you.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Sylus murmurs, his voice sultry and honey-like. You’d devour him if you could.
“Your mouth… please. My fingers don’t do nearly as much as yours do.” You plead, and he swears he could collapse on the spot and worship you like he meant it.
Sylus moans into your skin, a low rumble in his throat. He presses a last kiss below your ear before shifting his weight. He moves lower, lips dancing along your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your hip bone…
His mouth ghosts over the damp fabric of your panties between your legs, hot breath searing through the material. His tongue drags slowly and deliberately—just enough to make you squirm but not nearly enough to satisfy you. Just tease…
“Is this what you wanted, princess? Want me to make you feel good?” he murmurs against your heat, voice muffled but unmistakably smug.
“Or should I take my time peeling these off first?” His teeth graze your inner thigh as his fingers hook into the waistband of whatever’s in his way.
“Sylus, please…” you beg with a quiet moan.
He huffs out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, but then his eyes drop back to your core and he swallows hard.
“I missed hearing that word coming from you,” Sylus murmurs, the pad of his thumb rubbing lazy circles just to feel the way you shiver.
That same cocky tone he has when he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.
“Lift your hips for me, princess.” He pats your hip bone, and you do as told. Obeying him was never a second thought to you; if anything, it came naturally.
Sylus wastes no time—he yanks your panties down in one rough motion and reaches up to tear the gown and bra off as well.
His calloused hands spread you open for him. He exhales sharply at the wet sight before diving in with zero warning. Your breath catches immediately.
“Fuck—” His tongue licks a slow stripe from base to clit, groaning against you as if he’s been starved. “Missed this taste so damn much… So fucking addicting.”
His mouth seals over your clit while two fingers plunge inside without hesitation, curling just right as rain droplets drip from his hair onto your trembling thighs.
“Fuck Sylus…” Your hands fly to tangle in his hair, and he moans, the vibrations flowing through your body, your hips jerk.
His fingers crook deeper, hitting that spot relentlessly as his tongue flicks faster. Begging for you to come undone.
“That’s it—sing for me,” he growls between laps of his tongue. “Want the whole damn block to know who’s ruining you.”
His words send a shockwave through you, your back arching off the bed as pleasure crests violently. Your thighs clamp around his head instinctively, but he doesn’t let up.
Sylus’ free hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise, holding you open wider like he wants every last drop of what you give him. Rainwater drips from his nose onto your skin as he drinks in every twitch and whimper.
His cock aches, needing attention. But he refuses to indulge until he’s buried deep inside you. The tip leaking as he devours you like his life depends on it.
“Look at me when you cum.” Sylus demands against your clit before sucking harder. His fingers pump faster in ruthless rhythm until you hit that peak you so desperately craved.
“Fuck, Sylus!” You sob his name as white-hot release rips through you. He downs it, like a man starved. Like you were an oasis.
He doesn’t stop until you’re a trembling mess, and only then he pulls away with glistening, swollen lips.
“I’m sorry I didn’t last long, baby…” You chuckle nervously, and he laughs along with you as he cocks a brow.
Sylus shifts so he can hover above you again. He brushes stray locks of hair from your sweat-damp forehead, eyes roaming your features like he’s trying to memorize your face.
“Baby… Are you really apologizing for coming too fast after months of celibacy?” He grins, leaning in to drop a tender kiss on your nose, and you giggle.
“Don’t you dare.” He kisses you gently before aligning himself with your entrance. Your eyes flutter before you whisper to him.
“Fuck me, Sy…” Your words send shivers throughout his body and he nods.
Sylus groans, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. Hearing you beg him so desperately makes him dizzy.
“Christ, anything you want… anything.” He hooks your knee over his hip, pressing your legs further apart. His eyes rake over you with a hunger that makes you shiver. “You still on birth control?”
“No…” You sigh and look at him, disappointment flashing through your eyes.
Sylus pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. There’s a moment of hesitation there—like he didn’t expect that answer.
“You’re… not?” His voice comes out in a low rumble, hands gripping your hips tighter. “You haven’t been with anyone since we…?”
He can’t seem to finish the thought, his brain short-circuiting as he stares down at you. His eyes darken, the edge back in his gaze.
You shake your head almost immediately. “No, baby, have you?”
Sylus quickly follows suit. He exhales, the breath ragged as he leans down to bury his face against the crook of your neck. His head shakes, the movement jerky as he tries to wrap his mind around this.
“Baby, no…” He kisses your pulse point softly, as if to prove some kind of point. “Of course I haven’t. Haven’t even thought about anyone but you since we broke things off. You’re the only one.”
His breath quickens as he nips at your collarbone, voice hoarse. “It’s always been you.”
You smile at his words, breath catching. Not selfishly, but in a way that warms your soul.
Pulling him even closer, your hands trace along his back muscles.
“Now please fuck me, Sy.” Your body desperate to feel him again. “Just-“
Sylus doesn’t let you finish—his mouth crashes into yours as he finally, finally pushes inside with one rough thrust. A guttural groan tears from his throat at the sensation.
“Fuck—you feel so damn good,” he rasps against your lips, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles to savor every inch of you. “Still, mine… all mine.” His hands grip your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go even slightly.
Every nerve in your body sparks as he fills you, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as you arch into him. He savors you.
This bliss after months of missing this connection, craving the taste of his lips and feeling of his skin against yours. You’ve gone long enough without, and your own hands roam his back, wanting to touch every inch of him—to prove that he’s really here, in your bed.
It almost feels unreal.
When you speak, your voice is a whisper against his mouth. “Yours.” Yours always.
“God, I love you…” Sylus practically groans the words into your skin, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sound.
He’s so desperately overwhelmed—by the feeling of you under him, by the months and months of pent-up need for you finally being satisfied. He feels like he’s entered heaven.
And he could just do that, with you.
Those three small words make his shoulders shudder, like it’s some kind of release, and he presses a shaky kiss to the base of your ear. His pace slow.
“I love you too, Sylus… so fucking much.” You moan and hold him tighter.
He nearly lets out a sob, but he disguises it with a groan, his hips stuttering as the words travel his body. So, you say it again and he chases his high. His hips quickening and pushing deeper.
“I love you…” You say it like a mantra and with that Sylus nearly collapses on top of you. A ragged moan comes from his lips, and he spills inside you. White clouds his vision as his body shakes, and you quickly come undone with him.
For several seconds, he clings to you, never wanting to let go. Never wanting you to leave again.
“We’re never doing the ‘just friends’ shit again. I mean it.” His words muffled against your skin, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Never.” You agree and run your fingers along his back, the pads teasing him, but oddly comforting.
He enjoys it for a bit before pulling out of you, feeling his length softening. Rolling over, he pulls you against his chest and runs fingers through your hair. Unsticking pieces from your face.
“Missed you, missed sleeping like this. Just holding you.” He whispers as the rain pounds against the window, adding to the warmth of the room.
You felt safe and whole in his arms again, and you’d never trade it for the world. Sylus speaks seconds later with the same quiet tone.
“I’m never letting you go again, baby… never.” His voice is thick with sleep.
The rain slows to a gentle pour outside as his breathing evens out—finally at peace knowing he’s got you again.
“Good.” You let out a quiet laugh, shifting to rest your chin on his shoulder so you can better watch his face.
Even in the muted moonlight, you can make out the shape of his features—smooth brow, soft lips, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you. He’s even more handsome now, with the tension eased and his guard completely down.
Sylus stirs when he feels your gaze, one eyelid opening slowly. His words come out in an adorable grumble; “…stop staring at me.”
“Can’t — you’re too pretty.” You smile, running a finger along his jaw, and he smiles softly, eyes still closed.
He tries to hide his smile, but it can’t help but tug at his lip, even as he tries to feign annoyance. Those dark red eyes open the rest of the way, meeting your gaze with a hint of sleepy affection.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, though it’s lacking any real irritation. His arms flex around you, not letting you budge an inch. “I should be the one saying that… You’re the pretty one.”
You laugh one last time and yawn before fluttering your eyes shut, sleep approaching you.
Sylus lets out a quiet, contented hum as he feels you relax against him. His fingers slow their movements, combing through your hair in gentle sweeps until his own breathing matches yours.
“G’night, baby,” he murmurs into the dark—just loud enough for you to hear before sleep finally claims him too.
The rain outside is nothing but a distant lullaby now as both of you drift off together—exactly where neither of them ever wanted to be without again.
synopsis: you and sylus decide to go clubbing for the first time, and it doesn’t go exactly how you’d expect.
notes: it’s been a while since i wrote! this is a long one, my longest so far. i had a lot of ideas for it! i hope u all enjoy <3
warnings: switch!sylus, creampie, vulgarity, nsfw, swearing, unprotected, clubbing, alcohol, jealousy
wc: 5.3k
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“I’m almost ready Sylus, I just have to put on my heels…”
You and Sylus were on a vacation, you picked a tropical and beautiful place to get Sylus away from Onychinus for a bit. Work was piling up for him and more people to deal with, so you pulled him away. What better than a club on a beautiful island?
You’ve been here for two days now, and you decided to club tonight. You thought it’d be a good idea to let loose and have fun.
You throw on a short red-glittery dress, a bit of makeup, and a bold red lip, paired with black heels. Sylus dresses in a black outfit, similar to his usual taste, but a bit more fancy.
Sylus kneels before you, sliding on your heels as you gently run a hand through his silver hair. He’d never let you put on your own shoes.
“You gonna be okay tonight, Sy?” You speak quietly, knowing he gets overprotective and jealous; you both do. But you both know, no one compares to him, and no one compares to you.
Sylus finishes and straightens up. He looks down at you, taking in how amazing you look. He can’t really help it when his gaze flicks over the length of your dress, but he’s quick to bring it back up to your face.
“I’ll be fine,” he assures you, giving your sides a small squeeze. “You sure this dress isn’t a bit too short?” he teases, trying to mask the hint of possessiveness in his tone.
“I think it’s fine; you sure your shirt needs to be that unbuttoned?” You laugh and he smirks.
“Hey, I thought you liked it like this,” he says, a note of mock offense in his voice.
His shirt is indeed unbuttoned quite low, showing a hint of the toned chest underneath. It’s definitely... distractingly attractive.
He leans in a bit, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. “Are you getting a little protective?”
You shake your head, even though he knows you’re lying, and you chuckle.
“I do like your shirt unbuttoned but… anyway, nope, not getting protective. But we should probably head out, yeah?” You look into his piercing red eyes and they look back at you with desire.
“Mmm, yeah, we should.” Sylus stands and offers his hand out for you. You take it and he leans down and kisses you softly.
Your cheeks heat as he pulls away, the sight of your red lipstick on his soft lips. Laughing, you wipe it off with your thumb.
“Got some of me on ya.” You smile at him, noticing how the lipstick left a stain.
“Not complaining…” Sylus squeezes your hand and leads you out of the hotel before grabbing his car keys and your wallets. His hands are large enough to carry everything.
Once in the car, he starts the engine and you catch him looking at you, of course. His eyes locked on your face and your body. At least what he can see of it.
He’s not subtle about it and memorizes the way your body looks in your tight dress. The way it hugs your curves perfectly was almost sinful.
Finally snapping out of it, he pulls out of the parking spot and drives, the car’s engine rumbling faintly. Sylus looks over at you, his gaze still a bit too intent, before he forces himself to focus on the road.
“You look amazing tonight,” he said, his hand briefly squeezing yours. There’s a hint of possessiveness in his tone, like he’s making sure you know exactly how good you look. “And this dress...” He lets out a low whistle, his eyes flickering down and then back up.
“Thank you babe, but make sure you watch the road too.” You laugh almost immediately.
He joins in, acknowledging your point. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m paying attention to the road; I’m an excellent driver, sweetie.”
But his words soon contradict themselves, his eyes still glancing over at you. You just look so beautiful and he can’t fight the urge to not look at you.
After a few minutes of driving, you finally reach the nightclub. It’s a popular and expensive place, with people lined up at the entrance. Sylus parks the car and walks over to your side to open the door for you.
As you step out, his gaze takes you in again, his eyes darkening with that same possessive glint. He offers you his hand. “Ready to go inside?” he asked, his hand still lingering on your hip, holding you close.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You smile up at him and he feels his heart speed up ever so gently. He knows that this is gonna be one hell of a night.
Sylus’s hand lingers on your hip as you walk toward the entrance of the nightclub. You both join the end of the line, and he stands behind you, his body close, his hand still resting on your hip.
He leans down, lips close to your ear. He murmurs, “You know, it’s going to be pretty packed in there. All those eyes will be on you in that dress.”
“You think so, Sy?” You lift a brow as you look over his form.
“Oh, I know so. You look phenomenal… They can look all they want, but they can’t have you.” He smirks and kisses your temple gently.
We finally get entrance to the club after about five minutes and as soon as we step in the doors, lights and music fill my senses. The bass booms, lights flash, and music blares.
“Sy, we should get a drink first. Loosen us up before we dance.” You smirk and he looks down at you with a raised brow.
“Mmm, you’re gonna get tipsy tonight, aren’t you, sweetie?” He smiles and brings you over to the VIP bar; the bartender makes his way over quickly and smiles at the two of you.
“What can I get for you two?” He lets you guys look over the bottles on the shelf and you nod, taking in the selection.
“Can I get an Old Fashioned?” You speak up and Sylus’ head snaps down almost immediately in shock.
“What; that’s not what you normally do, is it? That’s strong, sweetie.” He lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly shocked by your choice.
And honestly, he has a point; you don’t drink really at all. You only drink when you guys go out on vacations, drinking wine occasionally at the house and restaurants.
You ordered an Old Fashioned to loosen up quicker, but you know once you get one in your system you’ll already be tipsy. You’re used to cosmopolitans when you go out, so this is a strong and bigger change.
“I wanna let loose tonight, baby.” You laugh and he nods slowly, almost filling the need to get you something else. He turns back to the bartender and smiles hesitantly.
“And um… I’ll get a jack and coke.” Sylus settles for less so he can keep watch on you tonight, although he knows Luke and Kieran are on standby if he drinks a bit.
The bartender serves your drinks and you thank him while Sylus nods to him, motioning to open a tab. You sip your drink slowly and wince at the immediate slap in the face it gave you. Your face scrunches up and Sylus nearly spits out his own drink.
“Strong, baby?” He ruffles your hair gently and you nod.
“More than strong, holy shit.” You laugh and sip a bit more, a bit used to the flavor now.
The two of you down nearly half of your drinks and you feel your body warming. You smile to yourself and nod to the music. Sylus watches you silently, admiring you, and watching how much you drink.
Quickly finishing your drink, you place the cup on the bar, and Sylus follows.
“Another?” He squeezes your side and pulls you close to him. His eyes take in your slightly flushed face and he chuckles.
“Mmm, one more for now, and then… We dance!” You shout as the music gets louder, almost calling us to the dance floor.
Sylus laughs at your outburst and the bartender quickly serves another round to you both. You reach into your wallet to pay him and Sylus’ notices.
He places a hand on your wrist, gently pushing it back down and away from the bar. “I’ve got it, babe,” he says, a slightly possessive note in his voice.
He signals for the bartender to add the cost of your drink to his tab, keeping a slight smirk on his face.
“I would’ve paid this round, Sylus.” Your eyes lock on his as he sips his drink, and he rolls his eyes playfully.
“Like I would’ve ever let you pay for anything in your life. Now take a few sips and let’s dance, baby.” Sylus chuckles and playfully swats your behind.
You take no time to do what he says, your lips already on the glass, drinking some, but not too much.
Setting down your drink on the bar, you try to Sylus and he sets his down as well already knowing. One of your favorite songs was playing, and he knew it was time to dance.
“Let’s dance, let’s dance!” You pull him by his arm and drag him onto the dance floor. The alcohol in your system was helping you loosen up, but you were still sober and aware. What you wanted.
Sylus lets out a small laugh as you drag him onto the dance floor. You firmly grip his arm, determined to dance.
People pack the dance floor; the music is loud, and the strobe lights flicker. He can see a few guys eyeing you out of the corner of his eye, their gazes lingering on your figure in the dress.
He maneuvers you through the crowd, ensuring you’re pressed close to him. His hands rest on your hips, keeping you pressed against him as you dance.
You stand in front of him and dance against him, occasionally grinding to the music. His hands squeeze you and roam your sides while you do so.
He never knew you could dance so well; maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the change in atmosphere, or maybe it was just you.
You grind back against him as you see girls eyeing Sylus like predators ready to attack and you roll your eyes.
Sylus catches your change in movement and looks down at you, an amused smirk on his face.
“Don’t worry about them, babe. They’re not worth paying attention to,” he whispers, his grip on your hips shifting to pull you even closer to him.
“You’re the only one I want…” He murmurs, leaning closer to you so you can hear him over the thumping bass. His hand slides from your hip, gently gripping your chin and tilting your face up toward him.
His eyes meet yours, his gaze still filled with that possessive glint, but also with a hint of something else. He studies your face, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip as he drinks in the sight of you.
The strobe lights flicker across your face, highlighting the flush in your cheeks, and he can feel the way your body moves against him, fluid and confident.
“You’re all I need,” he mutters, his voice tinged with a hint of arousal, as well as his possessive tendencies.
You smile, and he smiles back with the same look in his eyes. He lets go of your chin and you drop your head back down, grinding against him with more purpose.
Sylus’ breath hitches and he lets out a low groan. He continues to move with you, his hands firm on your hips, guiding you against him. The music is loud; the air is hot, and the crowded dance floor is spinning with people.
He’s so close to you, his body pressed against yours, but it doesn’t seem to be close enough.
Spinning you around, he makes you face him. His lips parted and his red eyes boring into yours. He moves forward, his mouth meeting yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you closer to him.
He’s been trying to keep himself in check, but the way you’re dancing, the way your body moves against him, it’s driving him insane.
His fingers dig into your flesh as the kiss deepens, his tongue tracing your lips, teasing and demanding at the same time. He presses himself against you, the heat of his body merging with yours, the world around you disappearing for a moment.
You break the kiss, and he groans in annoyance. “Sweetie… Who said we were done?” He chuckles as he pushes your hair out of your face.
Your eyes lock onto the red stain on his lips and you laugh, earlier events repeating itself.
“More lipstick on you.” You giggle and wipe his lip. As you drop back down to your feet, you lock eyes with a girl whose eyes are on Sylus, of course.
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Sy.” You roll your eyes, and he looks back to where you’re watching.
He glances over your shoulder and sees the girl you’re referring to; her gaze locked onto him with a mix of curiosity and admiration. He chuckles softly, a hint of arrogance in his expression.
“She’s definitely checking me out,” he admits, his hand giving your hip a little squeeze, as if to remind you he’s yours.
Right when he turns back to face you, she walks over and you feel your blood already rushing to your head.
“No fucking way she’s coming over here. Sylus, I swear I’ll…” You’re cut off as she steps into our bubble.
The girl approaches, her gaze never leaving Sylus. She’s pretty, no doubt about it, but you get the sense that she’s more interested in him than you. She reaches the two of you, her eyes roaming over him with an admiring gaze.
“Hey,” she says, her voice low and sultry, “Haven’t seen you here before...”
You go to speak, and Sylus quickly intervenes, taking the words away. “Yeah, it’s my first time here,” he replies casually, his hand still on your hip. He can feel your tension radiating off of you.
The way she completely ignores you is diabolical.
“Are you here alone?” the girl asks, leaning closer to him. She’s definitely not trying to hide her interest in him.
“Does it fucking look like it?” You finally snap at her and her eyes widen before resuming position, unaffected.
Sylus chuckles softly at your outburst, his arm still wrapped around your waist, his possessive hand still on your hip. He’s clearly enjoying the fact that you’re not taking kindly to this girl trying to flirt with him right in front of you.
The girl looks at you, a hint of annoyance crossing her face, but she continues to focus her attention on Sylus, completely unbothered by your comment.
“No, I’m here with my girlfriend,” he responds, his gaze lingering on you for a moment. He can see the anger in your eyes, and he can feel the possessiveness radiating off of you, and he loves it. He loves that you’re not backing down and letting this girl get the attention she’s seeking from him.
“She looks pretty boring to me,” she says, her voice snide. She’s clearly trying to provoke you, and it’s working. You laugh out of disbelief and shake your head.
“Are you kidding me? Girl, you’re so funny. You should be a comedian!” You laugh and poke at her chest, pushing her back.
Sylus laughs and pulls you closer, enjoying the moment because she’s gotta be insane to think he’d want her.
“I’m just saying you could do better,” she says, her voice still snide. It’s clear that she’s trying to get under your skin, but she’s underestimating how possessive you can be, and how tightly you hold on to Sylus.
“Oh, really, you think he could do better? You think you’re better than me?” You smile and he cuts into conversation.”
“Sorry, I’m not interested. She’s the only girl I could ever want and more. Nothing is better than her, Miss.” He chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yeah, I do. I’m younger, prettier, and bet I’m more fun than you’ll ever be.” She smirks as she takes in your expression.
“Someone get this girl an Oscar for best actress, holy shit.” You laugh loudly and yank Sylus down to your level, your lips immediately locking with his.
He’s shocked at first but instantly kisses you back, knowing your motives. The girl stands there in disbelief until you break the kiss.
“Girl, fuck you. Take your two-dollar clearance dress somewhere else. It doesn’t even fit you.” You smile and wave pettily as you lead Sylus off the dance floor; he follows behind you as he laughs.
You lead him to the VIP section of the club near the bar area. You find an area of secluded rooms for what you assume is for VIP strip dances.
“Mmm, love my jealous girl.” He smiles down at you as you open the door; he follows you in and closes the door behind him. The room is dimly lit, with a plush sofa in the center and a small table with various liqueurs. The loud music from the dance floor is only a faint rumble in here, creating a more intimate atmosphere.
“Sit.” You point to the couch and he can’t help but obey your command. He walks over and takes a seat, the couch soft.
Making himself comfortable, he leans back and spreads his legs slightly. His eyes lock on your body, god how gorgeous you looked. He’d devour you right now if he wanted to, but he’s more curious about what you’re up to.
“So… Did you think she was pretty?” You walk towards him, head tilted, the lights in the room angled perfectly with your face.
Sylus smirks and shakes his head, his gaze running up and down your form, taking in how good you look in that dress. “Not at all. She was nothing compared to you. You’re the only one I want.”
“Do you think you could do better than me?” You move closer and get on your knees, hands coming to the buttons on his shirt. Your eyes locked on him with every movement.
He’s taken aback by your actions, but he’s definitely not complaining. He watches as you kneel in front of him, and he can’t help the stirring in his pants at the sight of you like this.
“There’s no better than you, sweetie,” he says, his voice low with desire. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else. You’re the only one for me; you’re my girl. Why I breathe, why I live, you know that.”
“Mmm, suitable answer.” You nod and undo his shirt; his eyes stare into yours while he takes it off completely throwing it nearby.
You place your hands on his thighs, stroking them, feeling his muscles tighten beneath your touch.
Your touch on his thighs makes him shiver, and he spreads his legs a little more to give you better access. He watches you through hooded eyes, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa as he tries to keep his composure.
“Think she can touch you like this? Like I can Sylus?” You smirk and run your fingers along his inner thighs. He almost doesn’t know what to do; you’ve never been in control before and he’s shocked, but god is he enjoying it…
“No one baby… No one can touch me like you can.” He lets out a low groan as you reach higher and near his bulge. His pants nearly bursting at any moment.
“Think she can please you like I do?” You play with his belt and he lets out a growl.
“Not even close,” he breathes out, his voice low and hoarse with desire. He watches as you play with his belt, his jeans growing more and more tight around his crotch. His mind running a million miles per second, the sight of you and the feel of you overtaking his body.
“No one can touch you like I do..” I whisper, undoing his pants, his jeans growing a little more tight as he watches you.
I giggle and reach into his pants, grabbing his boxers as well, to slide them both off. Sylus lifts his hips to allow you to strip him, his pants now pooling at his ankles before I pull them away.
His cock springs out, tall and ready. Pre-cum drips down his shaft and I nearly salivate at the sight. He was so pretty, every inch of him. He kept himself hairless, and you loved it.
Smiling up at him, your gaze never leaves his. “No one else, ever,” you say, beginning to place kisses on the insides of his thighs, lips brushing over his skin, soft and slow.
“Baby, please make me yours…” He moans and his cock pulses at the lack of attention. You giggle and finally press a kiss to his tip, your lips now shining with his essence.
Dragging your kisses down a prominent vein, you smile as you watch him; you tease him before taking him in your mouth. A loud groan escapes from his lips and he tangles his hands in your hair.
Sucking him like an expert, his moans fill the room. Your tongue swiping around and your mouth suctioning around him; he’s already close not even 5 minutes later.
“Fuck, sweetie…” is all he gets out, enjoying the bliss you give him. You pull him out of your mouth, slapping his tip against your tongue and he’s sent over the edge.
Sylus moans and pulses as his cum shoots down your throat; he was a taste you craved. He took care of himself and it was obvious he wanted to be the best for you.
“Fuck… You kill me baby, you’re so good to me.” Sylus chuckles as you lick your lips.
“Sit on my face, please.” His words catch you off guard and your eyes widen. His eyes soften, but still obviously full of desire as he begs you.
“Please baby, let me show you how much I love you. How much I crave you, how nothing can ever come close to you, how much I need you.” He goes on and on until you agree, a smirk on his face.
You strip slowly, teasing him. Your eyes roam his body, watching how he hardens once again at the sight of you bare.
“So beautiful, baby…” Sylus moves to get up and you shake your head, he immediately stills.
“No Sylus, just get comfortable, so I can join you.” You smile and he nods, getting into a comfortable position on the couch.
Luckily, the couch is big enough for the two of you to fit. “Then c’mon,” he says, his voice rough. “Pretty girl...”
He lays down and props himself up on his elbows, his cock bobbing against his stomach while he waits.
You move yourself on top of him, and hover over his face. The alcohol wearing off but still making you confident enough to have him do this for the first time.
He gasps as you move over him, your body so close to his face. He can smell your scent, the sweet and intoxicating smell that is all you, and he can’t help but crave more. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.
You’ve never sat on anyone’s face before, so you feel embarrassed. You feel his eyes burning through you. But before you can change your mind, he pulls you down to his mouth, and he dives in.
Sylus moans against you and it sends vibrations through your body; he’s in heaven. You were everything he needed, and he finally has you here on his tongue.
His nose lined up perfectly with your clit; it applies the right amount of pleasure and you moan as he fucks you with his mouth.
He situated you, so he could reach your clit and it earns a moan from the both of you. Pleasure everywhere all at once.
He laps at your cunt, his tongue moving slowly and softly to taste all of you. He lets out another soft moan, his body tensing with pleasure as he experiences you this intimately. His grip on your hips tightens, as if trying to hold you closer to him.
Sylus grips you and grinds you against his mouth and nose, the pleasure filling your body, your legs trembling.
He’s eager, he’s hungry, he’s found his oasis.
He guides your hips, creating a slow, sensual rhythm that makes your head spin. His hands are steady and confident, their grip on your hips tightening as he directs you. His groans continue to send shivers and vibrations through your body.
“Sylus, mmm… I can’t.” You whine as your stomach tightens; he laps at you with fervor, determined to make you cum.
He continues his movements until you’re a blubbering, pooling mess. Your body shakes as he laps at your sweetness, the taste of you on his tongue.
He doesn’t let up just yet; he keeps up the movement and the pressure, savoring the taste until he finally lets you go, his grip on your hips loosening.
You move off him, and onto his lap as he lays there. Sylus licks his lips and smirks before sitting up and wrapping his arms around you.
“Mmm, I didn’t get to fuck you sweetie…” He kisses your neck gently and you whine. Hands sliding to your hips, he quickly lifts you and aligns you with his cock.
His strength belying the desire and need he has for you. He can’t wait to feel you around him, and his hands are trembling as he holds you, his body trembling with need. “You’re all I need… all I want,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire as he slides you onto him.
You wince and feel tears prick your eyes as he stretches you wide; the air leaving your lungs at the fullness.
He fills you to the brim, finally bottoming out. Sylus’ head falls back onto the couch as he slowly moves you up and down.
“You feel so good baby, so fuckin’ good…” He moans and you moan in response. Your moans overtake the room, music still heard from down the hall.
Your hands grip his shoulders as he moves you quicker. “So big Sylus… Ah fuck…” you whine and he nods.
“Mmm, I know, baby.” He leans forward and latches onto a nipple, biting and sucking it, sending you into a frenzy.
Everything he did was like magic.
He pulled away with a pop and watches while he bounces you. “I love you… No one comes close to you. I’ll prove it to you every day of my life, sweetie.”
He nods at his own words; in this moment he wants you to feel everything. He moves even faster, his hips lift to meet yours with just as much intensity. It’s desperate and needy, his grip on your hips tightening as he feels you gripping him; he just wants you to feel everything.
Your body warms again. You can’t hold back the moans anymore, and you let them escape my mouth. Still trying to hold on to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up. You feel pressure building inside, and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.
“Sy… I think I’m close.” You whine and nearly give out.
Sylus senses the shift in you and knows you’re close to the edge. He keeps the pace, his hand sliding up to the small of your back, and holding your body closer to his.
“Yeah… me too…” he grunts out, his voice low and ragged. “I can feel it.”
You moan, digging your nails into his shoulders a bit more, and gripping onto him even tighter. You feel you’re losing control.
Looking down into his eyes, you see the same desire and need that’s on your own. It’s overwhelming, and you cannot speak.
Sylus looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and he can see the intensity of the need and desire that’s coursing through you both. He can feel you clenching around him, and the look on your face tells him you’re close.
He can barely gasp out, “Let go, cum on my cock pretty girl…”
And that was all it took to send you over the edge once more; simple words of praise from his lips.
You shake and moan his name as you cum for the second time, your walls squeezing him.
Your release is all he needs to finish, too. He grips you tight, his body tensing as he finishes; he can barely hold himself and he lets out a deep moan as he comes.
He can’t see anything but you, he can’t hear anything but you, he can’t feel anything but you. His hands are gripping your hips tight, and he’s breathing heavily as he looks up at you, his eyes still dark with desire. He thrusts through the high until he finally stills your womb full.
Your body is shaking, your limbs are trembling a bit as you try to catch my breath. You look down at him, his face is flushed and his eyes staring at me, but all you see is the satisfied smile on his face.
You laugh a bit, because this man is the man that has your heart, your soul, the man that knows you to the core…
Sylus is still smiling, but his chest is still heaving, and you can tell he’s still trying to regain his composure. He keeps his hands on your hips, though his grip has loosened; he stares up at you, his eyes roaming your face.
He can’t seem to look away, and he just lets out a soft laugh. “Babe…” he whispers, his voice low.
You laugh again too and face palm jokingly before sliding off of him. He laughs with you, his eyes crinkling as he takes in your flushed face. He can’t help but find your reaction amused and endearing.
“What’s the face palm for?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.
“All that because I was jealous…” You giggle and stand, throwing on your clothes.
He chuckles, still sitting on the couch, his body a mix of spent energy and satisfaction. He watches you as you get dressed, noting the way you move, the sound of your laughter still lingering in the air.
“Jealousy has its perks,” he teases, a smirk on his face.
“Mmm, guess so.” You nod, and he stands up as well to throw on his clothes as well. I slide my dress on quickly as he dresses fast.
“So what are you gonna do about your little fan, girl?” You chuckle and step towards him after he finishes dressing.
His hands wrap around you and he leans down to kiss you deeply. His lips are a warm reminder of who he belongs to, and vice versa.
“Kick her out.” Sylus smirks as he pulls away, and you raise a brow.
What does he mean he’d kick her out? How could a customer kick someone out of a club?
“What?” You chuckle, and he holds his expression.
“Oh, kitten, now is a good time to tell you I own this place. And all these VIP rooms are just for us,” he gives a cocky smile.
“You own this place?!” You swat his chest and he snorts.
“Of course, I wouldn’t just bring you to a random club in a foreign country without having ties to it.” He smiles and squeezes your cheek.
“Of course…” you grumble and smile up at him.
He takes your hand and leads you to the door before looking back at you.
“Now let’s dance and kick that girl out.” Sylus smirks and you two leave the room.
You spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking more; someone immediately kicked that girl out, and the two of you enjoyed the rest of your vacation.
synopsis: sylus is in a frenzy and you’re his only cure
notes: based on the newest “Innocent Bird Cage” enjoy! :3
warnings: vulgarity, nsfw, unprotected, swearing, hickeys, marks of ownership, biting, light spanking
wc: 2.9k
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“How does it feel…To watch me from outside the cage?”
Sylus is going through yet another frenzy, something you had just found out about. He’s feral, he’s needing, he’s wanting, he’s craving. You and only you.
You’re the only one able to tame him, and although he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s unable to get himself under control…
You stand in the cage with him, and he suddenly lunges at you. His arms coming to fly around you, one snaking down to your waist and the other near your neck. Sylus nibbles at your ear and presses his body firmly against you.
“Sweetie, I can’t hold back from you. You smell so divine, and I know you taste even better…” He drags his mouth down to your neck, biting it and claiming you as his.
“Sylus, how can I help you get out of this state?” You whisper and he only chuckles, hands running higher up your body.
“You can give yourself to me…Tame me, darling.” His words send shivers down your spine because you know you can’t resist him. Although he’s in this state, you are craving him just as badly.
He lets out an animalistic huff of need against your neck where he is breathing in your scent.
“Please…Please…” he croaks out, his heart racing a million miles an hour.
Everything within him is screaming for you to just give in. He wants you with every fiber of his being; he craves your touch that could soothe the wildfire within him.
You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his body tense behind you, and you gulp.
“Is it the only way?” You almost hesitate to ask.
Sylus lets out a possessive growl, his grip on you becoming more firm yet almost desperate. He doesn’t want it to be the only way, but his mind is not fully his right now.
Desire and a need only you can quench consumed his body. He presses his lips against the column of your neck, letting them trail up to your ear as he huskily says, “You’re my only way, sweetheart… I need you…”
You turn to look at him, his eyes nearly glowing in the dim room, his face flushed, and body heaving. Your eyes drop to his lips and they’re parted slightly, almost so he can breathe correctly.
Sylus holds everything back, just to not pounce on you, needing your consent, but damn, is it hard. If you don’t help him, he’ll go insane.
“Please…” You hear him whisper as he looks down at you, something you’ve never heard him say, and at that moment you give in.
“If it’s the only way…” You nod and Sylus instantly crashes his lips down onto yours before you can even blink.
His lips chasing yours in a messy kiss that he’s been craving for what feels like decades. His tongue meets yours and he groans, pulling you against him.
Your hands come up to tangle in his hair, his new mullet hairstyle. It was enough to make you just as insane. A style only he could pull off.
He growls and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.
Sylus’ hands grip your bottom tightly while he holds you, and he feels his body growing harder and hotter.
You break the kiss and look at him, his eyes now nearly fluttering. “Sylus, not in here…” you refer to the cage and he nods.
He walks the two of you out of the cage that feels like his prison and he leaves the room. Sylus finds his way to a separate room and drags the two of you in there, his legs nearly giving out, the need taking over his body.
Thankfully, there’s a bed in the center of the room. He carries you over and drops you on it, your body sinking into the soft mattress.
As soon as he has you within the confines of a private room, Sylus is upon you again, his body fitting between your thighs as he holds himself over you.
His fiery intensity dilates his eyes, and his breathing is heavy. You have never seen him so vulnerable yet so hungry at the same time.
He leans down to kiss you, his teeth nipping and his tongue hungrily demanding entrance. You instantly allow entry and he groans.
His body grinds against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible, wanting to feel every inch of you against him. He groans into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your curves like a man lost in the desert finally finding an oasis.
His body, his mind, everything is on fire. The fire only growing stronger as he ravages you; you were his cure.
Sylus moves down your jawline, trailing kisses as he reaches your neck. He sucks and nips, leaving his mark on your skin, wanting to claim you as his own.
“I need you…You only…” he growls against your neck, his hands already undressing you with an intense desperation.
Now you feel your boys beginning to heat, and a pool forming between your legs. You’ve never been so turned on by how desperate he seems. Like you were his kryptonite.
Sylus then tears your clothing as if they’re nothing, needing to get to the skin underneath. His mouth moves over your chest, his tongue and teeth teasing and tasting your skin.
It’s as if he’s starved for you, as if he can’t get enough. He wants to touch, feel, taste… possess every bit of you.
He kisses and sucks his way down your body, his hands holding your hips in place as he worships every inch of your skin. A man gone mad is all you see.
Leaving a trail of marks, claiming you as his one and only. He reaches the apex of your thighs and he looks up at you, his eyes filled with raw need and a primal hunger.
“Please, Sy…” You whisper out a whine, now you were the desperate one. He smirks and licks his lips quickly; he doesn’t need to be told twice.
Sylus leans down, his tongue tasting you, savoring your very essence, your very being. He growls against you, his hands holding your thighs apart as he drinks you in like a man dying of thirst.
“So fucking good…” He moans against you, and the vibrations travel up your body, his name leaving your lips in return.
He’s relentless, his tongue working you skillfully, his mouth demanding that you come undone for him, for him and only him.
His grip on your thighs tightens, his tongue finding that sweet spot that makes you arch against him, and he doubles down on it, wanting to feel you unravel under his touch.
Sylus’ eyes lock on your face, his eyes memorize everything you do, every squeeze of your eyes, and drop of your jaw. He drinks it in, thirsty.
Your body tightens and the tension in your body grows, signaling you’re close. Sylus feels the way your body shakes, and he growls, his cock hardening beyond relief, almost as if he was going to cum with you at that very moment.
He found pleasure in pleasuring you, and he needed you to soak him, to drown him.
“Sylus, I…” You moan and your back arches; his hands hold you down as he continues to devour you.
He doesn’t let up, his tongue and mouth working in perfect harmony to bring you to your peak. He can feel your thighs tremble, your body tense up, and he can tell that you’re on the brink.
Sylus growls against you, his voice a raspy command, “Cum for me sweetheart…Let me taste you…”
“I, Fuck…” You let out a whine and come undone not even one second after he speaks.
Your hips buck against his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as he laps in your juices. His mind filled with bliss and hunger, he savors you to the very last drop.
He finally pulls away, his lips and chin glistening with your essence, his eyes burning with a primal fire.
He crawls up your body, his own body pressing against yours, his muscular form a stark contrast to your soft curves.
He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and you let out a dirty moan. The two of you loved tasting each other, and he fucking knew it.
His body grinds against yours, his hard length already pressing against your lower stomach through his clothes, hot and aching for you.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his voice ragged and needful, “I need you… I need you now… Please sweetheart…Please…”
You nod and he quickly strips off his clothes, tossing them somewhere on the floor nearby before he leans back down.
His hands are on your hips again, lifting you up to meet him; he can no longer hold back the primal need to be inside you.
With a smooth movement, he pushes into you, a guttural moan escaping his and your lips as he finally feels the heat and slickness of your body enveloping him.
He lets out a deep moan, his eyes closing briefly as pleasure races through him, his need finally being satisfied. He didn’t give you time to adjust, and he instantly thrusts, slowly but not as gentle as usual. The thickness of his length stretching you wide and you whine of pain.
“Sylus, it hurts…” tears prick your eyes although you feel intense pleasure.
“Safe word, baby…” He mutters as he continues his thrusts. Sylus knew if you were uncomfortable or wanted to stop, you’d use the safe word, hence why the two of you came up with it. You’ve never even used it.
You didn’t feel the need to use it, just needed to adjust to his size. But at that moment, he shifts his angle. Bringing your hips up to meet his, his movements growing more desperate, more wild.
His lips find your neck, his teeth and tongue finding every sensitive spot that makes you gasp and writhe beneath him. He worships you like a goddess, the only sight in his eyes.
Sylus’ cock presses deep inside your cunt, shaping your walls to fit him with every thrust. His cock nearly about to burst, edging himself until you cum first. His head drops to your neck, and he peppers kisses along your skin, muttering sweet words and words of dirty greed.
He continues his assault on your senses, his body moving in a primal dance, his need mounting, climbing to new heights as he fucks you.
His hand slides down, finding that sweet, sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing and stroking, wanting to push you over the edge once more. Your moans get louder and he nips harder at your skin before pulling away abruptly.
“Ride me.” He slips out of you with a slight groan and he lifts you up off the bed. Switching you two, he situates himself and lowers you onto his cock.
Your eyes roll back at the fill once again, the fill you missed. His hands grip your hips, leaving bruises that will last for days, but you don’t care to notice, and neither did he.
You bounce with fervor and he meets your thrusts, driving himself deeper inside of you. The head of his cock nearly pushing into your cervix, the two of you savor each other.
Sylus’ head leans back, his eyes squeeze shut and mouth gaping as you ride him. His hands help you bounce faster and harder on top of him.
“Fuck, this was all I needed…You wrapped around me, taking me like a good girl.” He mutters under his breath as he lets out a groan.
“So good, so good at this baby…” Sylus nods as his eyes slowly open to watch you. Eyes watching the way your tits bounce and he insanely leans forward to suck them.
His lips latch around one, and a hand massages and twists the nipple on the other. Your moans grow louder and his cock pulses inside of you, the two of you close.
Your words are blubbering together, and he smirks against your chest. “Cock drunk, aren’t you?” He spanks your ass and your walls squeeze him, his eyes fluttering, knowing what that means.
He can’t control the sounds escaping him, grunts and moans falling from his lips as you ride him, your body a tantalizing sight above him. His body is tensing up, his need mounting, his control slipping.
“Sy… I can’t hold it.” Moans fall from your lips and he nods. His own release is close, but he wants you to come undone first.
Sylus can feel your body tightening around him, your movements becoming more frantic, and he groans at the sensation. He sits up, his arms wrapping around you. Pulling you against him and holding you in place as he thrusts up into you with a new sense of desperation.
His mouth finds your neck, his lips and teeth working the sensitive skin as his body moves beneath you. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging in, guiding you, holding you in place.
Your moaning and the sound of skin on skin fill the room, mingling with his gruff moans.
“Cum for me... Cum for me, sweetheart..”
You reach your second orgasm and you nearly pass out, body overheating; you see stars as your body squeezes him.
The feel of your body shuddering around him, the sight of you coming undone in his lap, pushes him over the edge.
Sylus follows you into oblivion, a guttural moan escaping him as he succumbs to his own release, his body shuddering and taut against you as he releases inside of you. Filling you up with his warmth, he groans.
Continuing his thrusts, he finishes a second time, filling you up completely. The walls of your womb painted white. His moans overtaking your senses.
“I love you, I fucking love you…” Sylus whispers to you.
He holds you close, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried against your neck as he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. You lay limp in his arms, body nearly numb from pleasure.
He holds you against him, feeling your body go limp, your breath ragged and uneven. He can sense your exhaustion, your body still shuddering and trembling, the aftermath of your release and the ferocity of his own.
He presses gentle kisses against your neck, his own body slowly finding its calm as the frenzy that consumed him slowly subsides.
Sylus’ fingers gently thread through your hair. He can still taste you on his lips, the sweet and heady flavor of your desire, a sensation that he’ll never grow tired of.
He presses another soft kiss against your shoulder, his voice a low, gruff murmur.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You mutter a quiet, “Mmm… Tired and sore already…” and he chuckles.
He can imagine that you’re both feeling weary and sore, given the intensity of what just transpired between you two.
He shifts beneath you, gently lifting you off of him and laying you down on the bed, your body still trembling and shaking.
You feel a loss of emptiness as he slides out of you and you fight back a whine. He situates you on the bed so you can get comfortable and relax.
As you’re laid down on the bed, he can see the state of your body, your trembling limbs, the flush on your skin, and the evidence of your release still glistening between your thighs. He takes in the sight of you, his expression full of both concern and satisfaction.
Sylus moves to lie down beside you, pulling you in against him, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. His fingers gently brush against your skin, a silent apology for any soreness or discomfort you’re currently feeling.
“Sy…?” You speak up quietly, and he hums, his fingers continuing their patterns.
“Can you grab a washcloth for me to clean up the mess? My legs hurt and I don’t wanna move.” You chuckle and sigh.
He nods in understanding, his expression soft and caring, although you can’t see him. He shifts to sit on the edge of the bed, his gaze still trained on you.
“Of course.” He rises from the bed and disappears into the adjoining bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth in hand.
Sylus sits back down beside you, his eyes scanning over your body, taking in the sight of your still trembling form, the evidence of their shared intimacy still obvious to your skin.
He slowly, gently runs the warm cloth between your thighs, his touch soft and caring. Once he’s finished, he discards the wash cloth and lays down beside you once again.
Sylus’ hands wrap around you as he molds his body to yours, kissing your back gently. “Get some rest, baby. You’re gonna be sore in the morning.”
He feels his own exhaustion setting in and pulls you closer. Your bodies relax and you fall asleep soundly.
Just before he drifts off, Sylus’ voice, rough and barely audible, breaks the silence.
“I love you… my girl…”
And with that, he succumbs to the heaviness of his lids, letting sleep claim him, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you against his chest.
synopsis: rafayel was meant to go to an art salon but he can’t resist you.
notes: sorry it’s been so long guys! i never really focus on raf, so it was difficult to come up with something to write for him. i hope this is good enough for everyone.
warnings: vulgarity, nsfw, unprotected, swearing, marks/hickeys, biting, f receiving, creampie
wc: 1.9k
[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]
“What if he asks why you didn’t answer the call?”
“I’m busy…” Rafayel whispers as he leans down to kiss your neck ever so gently. He had refused his friend’s call to come back to the art salon. But of course, Rafayel was more interested in you.
He has you fully on the bed, kissing your neck slowly as his hand slips your shirt up and massages your stomach. He kisses the crook of your neck softly before pressing his body against you.
Rafayel lifts his head and hovers his lips above yours. His breath tickles your face, but before you can say anything, he closes that gap. He kisses you softly, as if his lips were a feather that gently touches yours. His hand moves up to your breast and cups it softly.
He leans his body onto yours more as if he was trying to merge in with you. You moan against his lips, and he lets out the quietest whine. Your stomach flips and your heart quickens, a sucker for him.
As the kiss continues, he uses his tongue. He moves his body over yours so that he’s completely on top of you now. His kisses become more needy and his grip on your breast becomes more possessive.
You can feel him harden against you as he deepens the kiss and pushes his body against yours. He kisses you like a man thirsty for water before separating his lips from yours, panting hard as he looks at you.
“Raf… Are you okay?” You let out a breathy chuckle and you wipe your lip.
“I’m far from okay,” Rafayel whispers.
He pants and kisses down your neck, leaving bruises on his way. He lifts your shirt up as his kisses move lower and lower down your chest.
He leans lower and starts sucking on the flesh of your chest. He stops when he leaves dark marks and looks up at you, licking his lips.
Rafayel pushes himself off of you and starts taking his shirt off. He throws it on the floor and sits on the bed as he pulls you up onto his lap.
He kisses your shoulder, biting down on it before pulling your shirt off of you as well. His hands go to your back and unbuckle your bra as he kisses your neck.
Your eyes widen before they flutter shut, shock filling your body as he takes the initiative. How bold he’s being is having your body react in more ways than one.
“Raf…” You moan quietly, and he shivers under you.
He pushes your bra off of you and throws it across the room and his eyes dart downward to your bare chest.
“So pretty…” He kisses you again, but his kisses are more needy than before.
He pulls you closer, his hands wrapping around your waist, until your bodies are pressed together, and then he grinds his hips against yours.
“What, cutie?” He smirks before kissing your shoulder.
His hands remain around your waist as he grinds his hips against yours, with only thin fabric between you. But the friction of your bodies together as you rock against each other provides a tantalising feeling to both of you.
You lean down and suck on his neck, leaving faint marks. His whimpers fill your ears and he grips you tighter.
Rafayel’s body stiffens, feeling impatient to have you. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
He captures you in his gaze, the way a predator looks at its prey. He looks at you with lust in his eyes, all his rational thoughts and manners out the window.
“Tell me what you want.” He leans a little closer and whispers against your ear.
“You, Raf…” You practically let out a whine, feeling him poke against your heat through his pants.
The feeling was certainly mutual, and you both knew that.
“I’m all yours. Always.” He kisses you again and pushes you on the bed to get on top of you.
His hand travels down your body, over your stomach, to your legs. He quickly takes off your pants and panties, before taking his pants and boxers off as well.
Rafayel spreads your legs, and he takes in the sight of you. He bites his lip and starts dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh slowly.
“You’re so perfect, I should paint you.” He looks you in the eye and smirks at you with that devilish look in his eyes.
Your body heats and you blush at his words. His eyes scan your body, taking in your beautiful form.
“God, what a goddess you are.” He lowers his head down to kiss the inside of your thighs, his hot breath fanning your sensitive skin.
Each kiss he leaves on your skin is soft and slow, almost teasing. He kisses all the way up and down your leg before he looks up at you again with half-lidded eyes.
He grabs your thighs, his fingers grazing over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and he lifts your leg up, placing it on his shoulder.
“Raf, stop teasing…” You beg and watch him with fluttered eyes.
“Will do.” He smirks and presses his tongue against you, and the pleasure you felt was instant.
He was taking his time, wanting to fully taste you and feel you. He moves his head around, going deeper as if he was trying to make sure he could get every part of you.
He let out a guttural moan; the sound vibrating through you, before he looked up at you, his glittering eyes boring into yours.
Rafayel starts to lick and suck softly, increasing the pleasure you felt. He focuses on you, and you can see that he is enjoying himself.
His tongue is doing things to you that you’ve never felt before and it causes you to grab at the sheets and let out a moan yourself. Unable to control yourself, your body arches against him.
Rafayel smiles against you, knowing just how much he’s affecting you. He goes a little faster as he presses his tongue harder against you.
He continues to take in how needy you get by the way you’re breathing hard and how you’re biting on your lip like you’re holding your moans back.
He lifts your hip up with his hand and pushes his face deep in you, his nose brushing your sensitive bud as he continues to work you.
Your moans get louder and he pulls away before moving back on top of you. You groan and he laughs.
“Want you to cum on my cock, cutie.” He mutters and your eyes fly to his length; his eyes follow and his face reddens.
“Alright, enough looking…” Rafayel chuckles, and he strokes himself a few times before lowering himself and aligning with you.
His tip brushes your entrance, teasing you. But he’s eager just as much as you are. The way you’re looking at him, with your lips slightly parted and your eyes hazy from desire, just makes it harder to hold himself back.
He looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust, and he leans down and kisses your forehead, his hand cupping the side of your face.
“Ready..? He whispers and you nod.
He looks at you one last time and gives you another kiss on the forehead before he slowly pushes himself into you.
His breath hitches and he fills you up slowly until he’s fully inside of you. He can’t help but let out a small moan and his hands grip your hips to steady himself.
“Oh, fuck…” You moan and squeeze your eyes shut as he moves.
He pauses a few times to let you get used to the feeling and to catch his breath as he tries to control himself, but the way you make him feel is like no other.
He takes one of your legs and lifts it up to his waist as he moves; the sensations sending waves of blissful pleasure through the both of you.
Through the sound of your soft moans, you can hear the sweet words he keeps muttering to you. He’s telling you how beautiful you are and repeating how good you feel.
He’s in heaven with you, he’s falling more in love with you every second.
“You can go faster Rafayel…” You whisper and it nearly sounds angelic in his ears.
He’s breathing hard on top of you, his thrusts getting faster and harder now, as he can’t hold back more.
He looks at you with so much affection, but also the need to just be closer to you, with no space between you. His grip on your hip tightens, and he presses himself deeper into you.
Rafayel’s eyes never leave yours as he mutters to you, “You’re everything to me. Everything. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Raf…” Your moans get louder and he knows what that means. Your nails dig into his back and leave marks as they drag.
“Hold it in a while longer.” He lifts your other leg up and leans closer to you, getting as close as he can to you as he continues to move.
His hair is damp and sticking to his skin and the look on his face is one that shows just how overwhelmed physically and mentally he is by you.
“Just a little longer, pretty.”
Rafayel leans his head down and kisses you all over your face, his hand coming to brush the hair out of your face and he whispers “I love you” repeatedly like a mantra.
As time goes on, he struggles more and more. He loses himself in the moment. His movements become a little more desperate and sloppier as he looks deep into your eyes with a mix of love and desire.
“I can’t hold on any longer.” The words fly out of his mouth.
There’s a moment of silence as he suddenly pulls out of you and pulls you onto his lap, moving you as quickly as he can so that you’re straddling him.
He drops you down onto him and instantly continues his thrusts, your hands flying to his shoulders to balance.
“Together.” He whispers in your ear like a man starved.
He pulls you close, and you can feel his heart pounding through his skin as he captures you in a deep kiss.
He pulls away from the kiss when he can no longer keep it up, his laboured breathing and short pants telling you he was close.
“Together…” you repeat and you finally feel your orgasm hit, your walls squeezing him immediately.
As soon as you come undone, he feels it and that’s enough for him to let go. He pulls your body flush against him, wrapping his arms tight around you as he reaches his own climax and he moans softly into your shoulder.
He paints you like he would a canvas.
He’s breathing hard again, and he’s shaking, barely able to keep himself from collapsing onto the bed while he holds you as tight as physically.
“You’re so… Fuck.” Rafayel chuckles.
Even through the afterglow and the exhaustion of your high, he continues to hold you tight, and you can feel the way his heart is pounding in his chest.
He’s holding you as if he’s scared that you’re going to disappear and he kisses your skin softly, his lips and hands still shaking from sensations.
“Thank you, Raf…” You lean back and smile at him, a hand coming to rest on his cheek.
“For what?” He chuckles as he finally catches his breath.
“Coming back…” You kiss his swollen lips gently.
“Always… You know I-” He can’t even finish his sentence as the phone ringing interrupts him.
“Mmm, perfect timing.” Rafayel chuckles and answers.
“Raf, why did you leave, man?” The man practically yells over the phone.
“Had something come up, I was busy. Sorry…” His eyes lock with yours and he smirks, his body hardening once again.
You think to yourself “I knew I should’ve got up.” You can’t help but let out a groan and you already mentally prepare for yet another round.
synopsis: zayne ends up drunk and can’t keep his hands off you.
notes: a continuation of Absolute Zeal ! hopefully it’s good enough for you guys. i specialize in sylus writings so it’s a bit weird writing for the other boys haha
warnings: unprotected, creampie, vulgarity, nsfw, marks/biting, swearing, f receiving,
wc: 1.7k
[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]
“Because of you, everything is spiraling out of control… How can you pretend you’re not affected?”
Zayne clutches your arms before quickly lifting you and pressing you against the glass. His lips lock on yours messily.
The chocolate you gave him earlier took over his senses with ease. One liquor filled chocolate was enough to push him to do what he’s always wanted. Have you.
He pulls you off the glass and carries you over to the desk he had you against earlier.
“Zayne… The desk, really?” You giggle and his eyes slam shut before he shakes his head.
“I don’t think I can wait…” Zayne mutters before his lips attack to your neck, leaving subtle bite marks.
“Zayne, I’m not doing anything when you're drunk.” You sigh and let out a quiet whimper as he bites down hard at your words.
“I’m sobering up. One chocolate wasn’t enough to keep me drunk…” He pulls away and looks at you.
“I promise.” Zayne adds before kissing you, his hands sliding up your sides as he situates himself between your spread legs.
“I can’t resist you…” His lips drag down your jaw and his hands slide under your shirt.
“Zayne…” you whine and he kneels down, his hands pushing up your shirt, hands grazing your stomach as his lips do the same.
He presses feather kisses to your soft stomach and kisses your thighs before he stands, pulling off your shirt slowly and tossing his off as well.
“I’ve been so scared of this… Maybe all I needed was a push.” Zayne whispers before pulling your hips off the desk.
His hands move to undo your belt and your shorts in a swift motion. They fall to your feet and he drools at the sight of you in your bra and panties. A black matching set, his favorite color.
A deep groan leaves his lips and his pants tighten, constricting him.
“Gotta take these off…” He mumbles and takes off his pants just as fast as he did yours.
Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his boxers, the black lace making him harder.
Zayne gets back onto his knees and his eyes wander hungrily over your form. He bites your hips and pulls on the elastic of your panties, stretching it out around his fingers.
“How can you act so unaffected?” He mumbles against your thighs before pulling back up. He eyes you and you blush.
“I am affected… Just keeping myself under control.” You whisper and run a finger along his chest, his body tensing as he holds back a groan.
He leans forwards and undoes your bra one handed, and keeps his eyes on your breasts. God, did he love looking at you.
“Fuck…” Zayne licks his lips before moving in to your peaks. Lips instantly latching onto one while his hand massages the other.
The moans leaving your mouth are almost sinful, and he hasn’t even started.
“Zayne, please…” Your words fuel his fire and he bites down on your nipple, tugging at it before switching to the other.
He leaves obvious hickeys and kisses down your stomach to your panties once again.
“Can I?” His eyes shoot to yours as he looks up at you and you nod.
His hands move to palm himself a couple times and he groans as he licks a stripe up your panties.
Hands quickly yanking them off, he moans at the sights of your slick folds. He kisses your slit sloppily and you whine. How easily he turned you on…
His eyes clouded with a hunger for you, watching your body writhe as he continues to kiss along your skin. Your body jerks against him and he can’t help but smile.
Zayne grips on to your thighs as his kisses become more sloppy, he gets drunk on the feeling of you.
Then, without warning, he pulls your legs over his shoulders and pulls you up to the edge of his desk, his tongue going where you need it most.
His lips suck on your clit while his tongue explores you. Your hand goes to his black hair and tugs at it.
His pretty moans vibrate through your body. You’ve never heard something more beautiful. Zayne practically devours you and can feel his cock pulsing, begging for relief, but he ignores it for you.
He’s not rough with you, but he’s definitely hungry. Every part of you feels like electricity against his tongue and lips.
You’re almost overwhelmed by his presence and you’re close to the edge so soon. He can tell that you’re getting close so he’s working with a purpose, letting his tongue circle the spot you need him most before switching to kitten licks.
Zayne slides his fingers along your wetness before slipping two in, stretching you immediately.
“Zayne…” You moan his name and he nods as he pumps them. Your walls clench and he leans down to kiss you, silencing your moans.
He curves his fingers just right and you immediately finish. Your essence coats his fingers and you both moan together as he gets you through your high.
Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he smiles and brings them to your lips.
“Pretty…” He slides them between your lips and you suck your own cum off his fingers.
He watches you taste yourself and can’t help but let out a low moan as you run your tongue along his fingers, and it sounds like he nearly comes undone at the sight.
Your lust filled eyes look up at him and his knees nearly give out. He leans down and pulls down his boxers, the wet fabric bothering him.
Zayne strokes himself a few times and rubs tour sides.
“Can you turn around for me?” He mumbles and you quickly slide off the desk to lean over it.
Zayne stands between your legs once more, bringing you to meet him.
“Here?” You look back at him, his eyes fluttering as the tip of his cock teases you. Sliding it along your slit, gathering the wetness that pools there.
“I can always take you to my bedroom.” He smiles softly and runs a hand along your back, tracing your spine.
“Mmm, maybe not. Don’t think I can wait.” You giggle and he chuckles along with you.
“Ready?” Zayne whispers and kisses your back while he waits for confirmation.
“Mmm…” You nod and he pulls back enough to align himself with you.
He stands behind you and pulls your hips into him, letting you feel how hard he is and making you clench around nothing. You can feel how big he is, and it makes you whine in need.
“Shh pretty girl… I’ll give you what you need.”
Zayne can feel your anticipation as you wiggle your hips to try to get him to do something, so he gives you a sharp slap on the thigh.
You wince and snap your head back at him.
“What was that for?!” You glare and he smirks.
“Patience is a virtue.” His eyes darken, and he suddenly pushes into you, nearly taking your breath away at the stretch.
He pushes all the way in and bottoms out with a groan; you moan with him, and he sets a pace that’s slow and steady.
“Fuck…” The words that left his mouth let you know that at that moment he lost all his composure. He’s drunk off you. Maybe it wasn’t the chocolate…
He starts slowly, but then quickly picks up the pace. All you can hear is the sounds of his hips against yours, the desk creaking as it takes the weight of you two, and your soft moans as you try to keep yourself quiet.
Zayne grabs your hair to pull your head back. His sudden boldness shocking you, “Is anyone here, princess?”
You blink a few times and shake your head, “No… No one’s here.”
He pulls on your hair harder so you’re looking up at him. “Then let me hear those pretty sounds. I want to hear exactly how much you like it...”
His words sound more like a command and you obey, letting louder moans spill out of your mouth.
Zayne moans with you and moves his fingers down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. “Good…” he says between breaths. “Make a mess for me.”
Your stomach flips and tightens, his tip hitting that special spot perfectly, and his fingers toying with your clit. It’s all enough to throw you over the edge.
“Zayne, I can’t hold it…” You look back at him and take notice of his flushed face, hair sticking to his forehead. He can feel your walls clenching and it only makes him harder, close to release as well.
“Do it.” He says in a harsh whisper. “Make a mess all over me… Let me feel you.”
You hear the desperation and a whine in his voice. A few thrusts, and he undid you a second time.
Zayne can feel you flutter around him and a low growl erupts from his chest.
“Oh fu-“ He tries to catch himself but it’s too late, the pressure is too much and he comes with you. He fills your womb while his groans fill the room.
You grip the desk as he fucks you through both of your orgasms, slowly but surely. His hips stuttered until he was completely empty, and let the desk take both of your weight as he leaned down to press his cheek against your shoulder.
“I… I can’t feel my legs,” He said with a shaky laugh, still trying to catch his breath.
You laugh with him, and he gets off you, pulling out of you. You can feel your thighs, and his desk, are wet. Including the papers on his desk, unfortunately.
“I’n gonna have to drink more if this is the result.” Zayne says with a chuckle and you giggle as you stand. His hands immediately dart out to help you and you smile at him.
“You okay?” He asks, and his voice is back to that caring doctor tone that he’s known for.
“Yeah, just a bit tired Doc…” You smile warmly at him and he picks you up bridal style in a blink of an eye.
“Let’s sleep, I’m tired too…” He carries you to his room, sitting you on the bed, he quickly grabs a shirt from his drawer.
“Here, it’ll keep you warm.” Zayne hands it to you, and you slide it on. He nods at the sight before sliding on a pair of boxers himself.
You get comfortable under the covers and he turns off the table's side lamp before snuggling close to you.
You mumble and hear subtle breathing from him. He’s asleep…
synopsis: xavier is in another jealous mood, so he takes it out on you in return
notes: inspired by the newest cards, uses some lines! line credit to INFOLD.
warnings: vulgarity, nsfw, swearing, unprotected, creampie, marks of ownership, f receiving, jealousy, possession
wc: 1.9k
[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]
Xavier is having yet another one of his temper tantrums. It’s gone on a lot and it grows on your nerves over time.
He stands in front of you, trimming a plant he picked up earlier.
“This plant needs some trimming.” He mumbles under his breath and you sigh as he continues to trim, leaves falling to the floor beneath your feet.
You only assume he’s still irritated at the fact that the neighbor shows a friendly interest in you.
You sit up in your seat and tap his butt with your foot, understanding what’s going through his mind
“Xavier. Don’t take your frustration out on the plants. They’re innocent.” You pat his butt again until he turns around.
A plain look on his face, cheeks flushed, shirt undone, and darkness in his blue eyes.
“Where should I put it then?” Xavier looks down at you and lifts a brow as he steps forward.
His hand glides up your leg and under your dress, a gasp leaving your lips at the sudden touch.
Your arms latch onto his shoulders and he lifts you up.
“Don’t use the same trick twice. It loses its effectiveness.” His eyes bore into yours and he smiles.
“Then what are you suggesting?” You whisper, and he puts you down, turning you to face the window.
Xavier’s palm comes up and lands on the glass beside you while one hand traces up to cup your breast. The thick fabric making it hard to feel what he wants, but he gets an idea of it as they’ve been in his hands many times before.
“Didn’t you say I shouldn’t take it out on the plants? What exactly did I do wrong?” His soft voice rings through your ears and he presses his chin on your shoulder. His touch was soft compared to his apparent mood.
“Are you pretending to be mad, Xavier?” You reach up and lift his head off your shoulder, running your fingers along his jaw.
He moves his arm and yanks your hand away, pressing it to the glass, before it returns position to your breast.
“I thought you were the type to calm down quickly, Xav…” You chuckle, and he presses himself against you, bending you a bit.
“Depends on whom I’m with, and it also depends on how I want to calm myself down…” His lips tease your ear.
You feel his growing arousal against you and he presses kisses to your neck, whispering as he does so.
“I hate when that bastard puts his eyes on you.” Xavier murmurs against your skin, his hands gripping your hips.
His sudden language takes you off guard and you can only feel him growing more heated.
“He was just being nice…” You let out the tiniest whine as he bites down.
“Nice, my ass.” He leans back and turns your head to look you in the eyes.
He clearly didn’t like the thought of another man talking to you, even if it was for a friendly chat. Wanting your eyes on him at all times, needy, clingy.
“You’re mine.” Xavier murmurs as pulls you flush up against him, his thigh slotting between your legs.
His lips crash onto yours, hand still comforting your jaw to face his, and he rocks against you as he kisses you like his life depends on it… As if your neighbor Charlie was here watching it all unfold.
Tongues twisting and dancing against each other while his other hand come to rest on the windowsill.
He moves it briefly and travels it up your arms, intertwining your hands together.
The kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity before he pulls away, the two of you panting from such a simple thing of devouring each other.
“Xav… There’s something off about you today…” you murmur and he nods.
“I agree. It’s strange…” Xavier’s hand still holds your jaw as he turns it and kisses your neck once again gently.
“It looks like I won’t be easily satisfied tonight.” He whispers before turning you and lifting you in his arms once more.
He carries you to the loveseat with a smirk as he drops you, lips going to your cheek, neck, and ear. One hand cups the back of your head and the other glides back under your dress.
“Xav, we can’t do it here…” Your hand pulls his away, and he gives you a stern look.
“Don’t move.” He suddenly stands and pulls your legs apart. “You said you’d leave me alone if I pushed my luck, right? Well, I’m pushing my luck now… Are you going to ignore me?”
Xavier leans down a bit and looks you dead in the eyes, face red, and chest heaving.
“How could I?” You chuckle and he smirks.
“Right, so you like my possessiveness, huh?” He leans down and nips your earlobe.
“Never said I hated it…” You bring his hand under your dress, running along your panties, and he chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
“Naughty girl…” His hands travel higher, toying with the fabric before he finally pulls it down your legs.
“I’m the only one who can touch you like this…” Xavier pulls the dress down next, leaving you with only a bra on. He quickly undoes that as well and you’re suddenly bare.
Giving you no time to protest, he kneels before you. His tongue running over your sensitive skin, exploring your folds. You moan quietly and grip his hair.
“Xav I…” He growls as he hears you mumble.
“You’re mine…” He growls against your skin, hands running up your thighs as he devours you. Pulling away once more, he looks up at you.
“And I don’t share pretty…” Diving back in he whines and you swear you see his eyes roll back.
His tongue darting for your silky folds, bliss overtaking his senses. You were a sight, and it was something he’d never get bored with seeing, tasting, or hearing.
Xavier moans against you and brings a hand down to palm himself through his tight pants.
“Mmm, we gotta let him hear you. Think these walls are soundproof or what?” He suddenly pulls away with a pop, your slick on his lips and you melt.
“Xavier… No we-” He quickly cuts you off and pulls you off the seat before dragging you to the couch, where there’s room.
He’s not a patient man, and he’s already growing impatient. He pushes you onto the couch and positions himself between your legs.
“You know I was gonna take things slow, but I don’t think that’s gonna work, baby.” He quickly pulls a condom out of his pocket, and you mentally question why he has it in there.
“Spread for me pretty girl…” He parts your legs, and he quickly takes off his clothes, standing to assist. Once bare, he gets back into position and rolls the condom on.
“Good girl, you look so pretty. All mine.” Xavier lines himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease.
He groans at the feel of you around him. “Fuck… You feel so good. Mmm, bet Charlie wishes he could feel you like this.” He smirks down at you as he finally bottoms out.
His hips pull back before slamming back against you and you let out a loud moan. A groan from him follows.
“I’m the only man who’s getting this kind of treatment from you, right?” He murmurs against your neck as he continues his rhythm.
“Of course, Xav…” Letting out a breathy whisper, you wrap your arms around his broad back.
He moves his mouth to your collarbone, leaving bite marks and love bites all over your skin purposefully. Everyone will know you're his once they lay eyes on your skin.
You let out loud moans and cries as he continues the rough but tender pace. Every time you cry his name, it makes him possessive.
“Louder, I want to hear you…” He nips at your jaw, his lips hungry for more, needing to be on your body.
Xavier suddenly pulls you up and leans back, situating you on his lap, not slipping out of you once.
He bounces you and latches onto your hard peak, biting and sucking, earning more cries. You were certain the neighbors could hear you and you feel a sort of excitement and embarrassment.
“Ride me…” He whispers against your breast, his hands on your hips to help you keep steady and you listen.
Bouncing on him, the slaps of skin fill the room and pants from the two of you.
“Just like that…” He groans as you grind down on him, his grip on your hips tightening. Pulling away from your bruised nipple, he directs attention to the other. You whine and arch against him, pushing further into his mouth.
“Xav…” Moans leave your lips and he releases you with a pop, running his finger over your bruised skin.
Xavier suddenly lifts you up a bit and thrusts up into you, leaving the two of you breathless. You nearly collapse and he holds you against him.
“Xavier… The condom, take it off. I wanna feel you.” You whine against his neck and he groans before pausing.
He looks up at you through hooded eyes and he whispers. “…Are you sure?”
You nod, and he bites his lip. “I’m on birth control, Xav, it’s okay.” You offer a smile and he nods before gently lifting you off him.
He hovers you above him as he pulls it off. His cock hardens even more as the cold air hits him, a hiss leaving his mouth. Pre-cum coating his length, he strokes a few times before lowering you back down.
You two let out loud gasps as you feel each other bare. You move against him and he nods, “Mmm…”
He keeps one hand on your hip to steady you as his other explores your body, his touches almost desperate. Bodies moving together you both fill the room with moans, needy ones from him.
Your body tightens, and you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “Xavier, I’m not gonna last much longer.” You lean down and press kisses to his neck.
“Neither am I, I’m so close baby…” He mutters, almost a needy whine and you feel your stomach twist. His fingers going down to rub your clit in time with the pulsing of your body.
His fingers were all it took and you’re sent over the edge of oblivion. Xavier groans and finishes with you. His hand pulls away from your clit and he wraps his arms around your back.
You collapse into his arms and he holds you while you both ride through your climaxes. His cock throbs inside of you as he fills your womb, tip pressing to your cervix.
“Ah…” You let out a whine and he smirks, sweat dripping.
“So good baby…” He rubs your back as you catch your breath. You pull back and his gaze drifts over your face in admiration.
“Xavier…” you mutter, and he tucks a piece of your tousled, wet hair behind your ear.
“Will you… Will you only be like this when you’re upset?” You run your fingers gently across his jaw and he flutters his eyes shut.
“Will you always comfort me this way?” He smiles and leans in, kissing you, tangling your tongue with him once again.
The kiss was tender and endearing, pushing his love into it. And you the same. Your two bodies heat as you embrace each other.
After kissing a bit, he pulls you off him and lays you down on the couch beside him. Xavier gets up and heads to the bathroom, coming back with a cloth.
He quickly wipes the mess between your legs and takes it to the laundry room before returning to you.
His arms wrap around you and he pulls a throw blanket from the arm of the couch, throwing it over the two of you.
“You’ll never leave me, right?” He looks over at you and you shake your head with a look of love.
synopsis: sylus leaves in the morning for a few days, but you don’t want him to leave just yet.
notes: haven’t posted because i was focusing on LADS, but this is heavily inspired by the new card, using lines as well. i pulled all 4 cards! so i might make one for each boy.
warnings: unprotected, vulgarity, body worship, cream pie
wc: 2.1k
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Safety first right? You’re staying with Sylus in one of his safe houses, located somewhere in the N109 Zone. You’re out of reach from anyone, so that means he’s entirely yours until he leaves for a couple days.
You’re dreading it, how could you possibly survive without him? How could you satisfy your needs?
So you take it upon yourself to make this night memorable, to make him crave you.
After a long night out, Sylus carries you to his dimly lit room, you in one arm, your shoes in the other. When he nears the couch, he stops. His eyes gaze into yours and he smiles softly.
“If you don’t want to lie down, I can keep holding you until I leave.”
You respond quickly as he slowly sets you down on your feet with a smirk.
“What if I don’t want you to leave?” You smile back, a flirtatious one at that. Sylus catches on and nods.
“Then… We better make the most of our time before dawn.” He holds his smirk and you push him down on the couch. Your legs coming to rest on the outsides of his. His hand wraps around the back of your thigh and grazes your bottom, squeezing it.
You connect your lips to his in a hungry kiss, and he pulls away briefly.
“You really don’t want me to leave…” He smirks before pulling you back towards his lips. His hands move to your waist, pulling you against him.
Sylus deepens the kiss, his fingers gripping the sides of your waist, pulling you even closer to him. His tongue parts your lips, licking the inside of your mouth, tasting you. Sweet honey.
Your fingers slide across the open of his shirt, feeling his firm chest. He moans into your mouth, low in his chest, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
You can feel the heat and weight of him between your spread thighs when you rock into him gently. His pants tighten more and more as the kissing goes on.
He pushes his hips up to meet yours, a low growl leaving his throat. His hand grips your ass, kneading it and pulling you down against him. You softly moan and whisper, “Over there…”
He rises, effortlessly lifting you into his arms and walking towards the bed with ease. Lips never leaving yours…
“Anything you want, princess.” He places you down, climbing over your body. His lips crash back down onto yours and he grinds against you once more. The open area allows him freedom, he takes advantage of it.
His lips drag down towards your neck, biting it and sucking, leaving marks to be seen for days.
“You can be even greedier, kitten…” He whispers before coming back up to face level.
“Don't look…” Sylus places a hand over your eyes and kisses you once more, his hand attempting to hide his desperate need for you. God, how he loves your lips. Soft and felt like home. They were so inviting, and only he could taste them.
His hands roam all over your body, and he slowly pulls away. He slides his shirt off before working on removing your layers.
Once bare, his mouth works its way down your neck, to your shoulder, across your collarbone. His warm tongue travels over the top of your breast, teasing biting your nipple before trailing down the underside.
He puts his focus on your breasts for a bit, swirling his tongue, biting, and kitten licking. Knowing how to please you he smirks at the sounds you make.
“Fuck…” You let out the quietest moan. You can feel the heat and weight of him between your spread thighs, still fully clothed. He pulls away to look at you, his eyes dark and full of hunger but cautious.
“You okay, baby? We can stop. You know I won’t mind.” His eyes lock on yours as your chest heaves.
“I’m okay Sylus.” You smile as you finally catch your breath.
“Yeah, but… Do you want this?” Sylus runs his hands along your legs, feeling the smooth skin beneath them. Body of a goddess.
“I need to hear you say it, sweetie.” He kisses where his fingers run.
“I want it Sy… I-I want you.” You correct yourself and he nods before reaching for your skirt.
Sylus latches onto it and pulls it down, along with your underwear. The damp fabric is thrown behind him and he drools at the sight of you. So needy and hungry for him, like always.
“Looks like you don’t even need foreplay baby…” He chuckles and runs a finger along your heat, wetness gathering on his finger. His pink lips press a quick kiss to your clit.
You giggle quietly and roll your eyes. “Never need it with you.”
Sylus agrees with you wholeheartedly. You have always been excited by Sylus. Whether it be just being near him or the lightest touch of his pinky finger.
He pulls away and undoes his belt, his hands moving quickly to pull down his pants and boxers, eager to satisfy his and your need.
His cock springs out, standing tall and pulsing. He gives it a couple of strokes before approaching you once more.
“On your stomach, baby.” His eyes drink you in as he speaks and you quietly do as told.
Sylus moves up behind you, straddling your body with his legs. He grabs your hips and slides you towards him. The weight and heat of his body pressing against you, his hands on either side of your head as he kisses his way down your spine.
His hands run along your skin, grabbing your ass in particular before he pulls away. He moves to get up off the bed, his footsteps soft over the carpet as he makes his way to the other side of the room.
You hear a drawer open, rummaging through some things before it closes again, his footsteps padding across the room to the bed.
He grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting the tiniest bit on his length, to ease you. He knew how big he was, and how much the stretch is, he never wanted to hurt you.
“Spread your legs for me, love. Just a little wider for me, mmkay?” Sylus says in the softest yet dominating voice as he comes up behind you, spreading the lubricant.
He moves in between them and grips your hips, pulling you up so you’re resting on your hands and knees. He leans down into you, the hard line of his length against your back.
“You feel that?” He moans against your neck as he places open-mouthed kisses there, and his hands wander over your body again.
“Please…” you whisper and he growls, immediately wrapping a hand around himself to press the tip to your aching entrance.
“Breathe, okay?” Sylus holds onto your hip with one hand, his other hand comes up to the back of your neck in a light grip.
Holding you in place and keeping your head pulled back, he slowly begins pushing inside. A low moan escapes both of your mouths.
The right squeeze of your walls almost causes him to burst right then and there, but luckily he can control his body.
“You gotta relax for me.” He groans, stilling inside of you until you loosen.
“I… I’m trying…” you whine and nearly collapse on the bed.
He leans down and kisses you between your shoulders. “I know. You’re doing so well. Just bear down a little for me, love. Push back into me… Just like that. That a girl.”
Your hips press against his, allowing you to relax against him. He lets out a hiss once he finally bottoms out and you moan. Taking that as a sign he moves a bit.
Sylus slowly pulls out almost to the tip before pushing back in. His hands gripping your hips again, lips leaving openmouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders, biting gently at the skin.
You can feel his muscles tense behind you, his whole body shaking with the effort of trying to hold back. His pace quickens, hand holding the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Tell me how you want it. Nice and gentle or..” He slides back in deeper, a moan leaving his chest as he bites your ear. “Hard and fast.” He moans into your skin.
“You want it rougher? Say the words for me and I’ll give it to you.” His lips and teeth find your neck, leaving behind little love bites as he works his way to your ear.
His voice was a low, almost whisper, “Just say it and I’ll give it to you, princess.”
You nearly let out a bratty whine at his words. “I want you to give it to me good, Sy… Just let go.”
You barely recognize your voice, breathy and full of desire, a desperate, needy sound you didn’t even know you could make.
At your words, something seems to snap inside him. Sylus’ body suddenly tenses up behind you and you can feel his grip on you tighten, his breathing changing to low, ragged almost growls, his breathing growing labored.
It’s like he was just waiting for you to say the actual words. He pulls back and then thrusts forward, setting a hard and fast pace from the start.
The sudden change in pace has you reeling. You can barely breathe as he drives into you from behind, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper than you could have ever imagined.
Moans and groans fill the room as you guys enjoy each other and then he hits that spot inside you.
Sylus’ hand tightens in your hair, his body pressed firmly against you as he mutters out a string of words.
“There you go, there’s my good girl, taking all of me like you know you should.” His voice was laced with honey and desire.
You were too cock drunk to even respond. The only thing on your mind was him. He leans down, his voice dark and rough with desire.
“That feel good? Say it. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head. Let me hear you.” He hits that spot again, a low growl leaving his lips and you nearly give out. Stars cloud your vision as you near release.
“Feels so good, Sy, so so good.” You finally manage words and he pushes you down completely.
You lay flat as he plunges into you at this new angle, his legs pushing yours together. The two of you feel more, and a tighter feel.
“Sy… I’m so close.” You moan into the mattress and he groans. He can tell. It’s like he can hear it in your voice. He can hear your breaths come out faster and rougher, how you’re gripping the sheets, your legs tensing up…
“Yeah, you’re close for me? You gonna cum for me, beautiful?” Sylus picks up speed to get himself closer.
You clench around him and let out a cry of his name. He follows suit with a loud moan, thrusting through your climaxes. His tip nearly bursts through your cervix as he shoots his warm essence inside your womb.
Painting your walls, and filling your stomach, he groans while he pulses. You milked him, and it was always something you were good at.
“Fuck…” You let out a subtle whisper as you pant, and you hear his chuckle behind you.
“Mmm, got that right. You drained me, kitten.” He kisses your back before pulling out.
You wince at the loss of contact, and he flips you onto your back. Sylus moves to grab a tissue from a box near the bed, quickly cleaning in between your legs. He smirks.
“Such a mess kitten...” He pulls back up, throws away the tissue, and lays down.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, his soft lips trailing over your neck and jaw and down to your shoulder.
Sylus holds you close while his breathing evens out. His hand gently comes to rest on your stomach, massaging the skin there.
His thumb rubs small circles, lips still finding that same spot on your neck, still leaving tiny kisses there.
“You feeling alright, love?” His words break you out of a daze.
“Mmm, yeah I’m good Sylus.” You chuckle and he smirks against your neck. He softly kisses your neck and shoulder and gently presses himself up against you harder.
“Good. I wanted to check.”
His hand slowly moves down your stomach, coming to rest on your mound. “You sure you’re good? Not too sore? Not too tired?”
“I’m sure.” You whisper back and let your eyes rest. He moves closer and surrounds every part of you.
Sylus whispers low in your ear, his voice gentle.
“If you’re sure… then I wanna try something. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Just let me know.”
He gently grabs the bottom of your thigh, pulling it back, bending it at the knee, and pulling it back over his thigh.
He presses himself up against you, the weight of him resting between your thighs, his lips finding your neck again as he gently presses small kisses along your skin, and he slowly grinds forward, just a little.
You gasp at the slight friction, and he smiles.
“Feel good, baby? You like that?”
“Mmm…” You bite your lip, holding back a moan, and he catches on. His swollen head slips and slides between your folds as he bites down on your skin.
Slowly, Sylus’ tongue traces over his bite to soothe and ease the sting, his fingers trailing down your side to your hips. His breathing changes, becoming heavier when he grinds against you a little harder, a quiet moan leaving his chest.
Sylus pants, feeling a new urge of need course through his body.
“You know, there are a lot of things I wanna do to you, a lot of places I want my mouth on… Let’s go for round two kitten.”
synopsis: sylus takes your virginity and plans to make it the best you’ve had.
warnings: unprotected intercourse, cream pie, vulgarity, swearing, loss of virginity, f receiving
wc: 3k
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You were his doll, his porcelain doll.
Beautiful and flawless, innocent and delicate. You were Sylus’ doll. However, you were something he never wanted to break, too fragile. Taking your virginity would’ve meant corrupting and breaking you, but god did he want you…
You and Sylus have been together for a few months now, nearly 8, and never have been sexually intimate. You’ve kissed, made out, ground against each other, and all of that, but never had sex. It was something you were afraid of and something he was afraid of. You were a virgin, and he didn’t want to corrupt you, to ruin you.
You were in the kitchen, popping popcorn for a movie, when he came up behind you. Sylus’ arms wrap around you and he leans down to press a kiss on your neck. “You’ve been in here too long, doll.”
You smile and lean against him while popcorn pops in the popcorn machine. “This is taking a while… Maybe like a minute more?” You look up at him and see his red eyes staring into your own eyes.
“Mmm, okay. I’ll wait with you.” Sylus kisses your forehead and rubs your stomach gently, as he always did. The popcorn finishes popping and you open the glass doors; he unwraps from you and grabs a bowl, handing it to you.
“Thank you, baby.” You smile, and he kisses your head once again. Grabbing the scooper, you scoop the popcorn into the bowl, Sylus grabs some butter seasoning and salt for you. He shakes some of it in the bowl and you mix it up.
“We’re a good team doll…” He gives you a soft smile and takes the bowl from you, leading you back to the living room couch. Setting the bowl onto the table, he sits you in his lap and hits play on the movie; his arms immediately wrap back around you as you reach for some popcorn.
You guys were watching a romance movie, your favorite genre. Sylus didn’t mind; he’d do anything you asked, so he sat through every request you had.
A love scene of the couple comes up and you feel his arms tighten around you. “You know, Sy?” you whisper and he looks down at you.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers back and kisses your neck softly.
“I think I’m ready…” You lean back against his chest and look up at him. His eyes widen and he lifts an eyebrow before looking at the screen.
“For you…” You continue and he nods.
“You sure doll? I don’t want to hurt you or anything baby…” Sylus’ rough hands rub your stomach before he reaches and takes some popcorn.
You laugh as he stuffs his face; “Yes, I’m sure. We’ve gotta do it someday.”
He swallows and chuckles, “Sweetie, you know how bad I want you, but if it’s truly something you don’t want to do… I wouldn’t mind dying without having you. You’re so important to me, and you know I’d put you first.” Sylus’ eyes drag over your face. The beauty of you shining at him like the rays of the sun, something he’d never get tired of.
“Scared I’ll hurt you.” He sighs and nuzzles his face in your neck.
“Sy…” You sigh and place your hand on his that’s resting on your stomach.
He lets out a soft hum as you place your hand on his. His lips continue to pepper your neck with kisses, nibbling and sucking at your skin, marking you as his.
Sylus’ heart was pounding. You were ready to give your first time to him. Understanding: Knowing the moment’s importance, he vowed to make it gentle and perfect for you. He picked you up, holding you easily and cradling you in his muscular arms. He carried you into the bedroom and set you down on the bed, his eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of desire and care.
You feel nervous as he stands near the bed; he senses it and moves on top of you. Hovering over you, Sylus presses gentle kisses to your neck, speaking in a low, soothing voice.
“Relax, doll, just breathe. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He whispered against your skin, and you relax a bit. When he saw your body relaxing beneath him, his touch became even gentler.
His lips continued to roam your neck and collarbone, leaving behind a trail of feathery kisses. His warm breath ghosted against your skin as his hands explored your body, slowly undressing you.
With care, he caressed and touched you, his eyes locked on your face, watching for any signs of discomfort. He spoke against the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
“So pretty…” Sylus whispered as he pulled your top off. His fingers run along your bra, pulling the straps down.
He lifted your back gently and unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. You lay back down and he nods, “Good girl.”
His mouth found its way to one of your exposed breasts, his lips gently sucking and licking the sensitive flesh. He could feel you shudder beneath him, and he whispered in a soothing tone, his voice rough and low.
“Shhh, it’s alright, doll. Just let me make you feel good... Let me pleasure you and take care of your every need. I won’t push you too far, I promise...”
His kisses and licks continued, moving to your other breast while his hands roamed the curves of your waist. You let out quiet moans and arch up towards him. This extra pleasure overwhelms you before he suddenly pulls away.
“Ever touched yourself baby?” He looks down at you with a curious expression and you gulp.
“I uh... I’ve tried.” You whisper, feeling a bit embarrassed at the directness of the question.
Sylus’ heart fluttered as he heard your nervous answer. He chuckled softly, his hand trailing up your stomach and stopping at your chin, tilting it up to look at him. His gaze darkened with desire as he spoke in a husky, low voice.
“You’ve tried, doll?”
Softly, he positioned his knee between your legs, easing them apart slowly; his touch remained gentle and careful. He wanted to take it slow, despite how much his own body was aching to continue. He wanted to hear your answer first.
“Yeah… I was never successful or good at it. It felt weird, Sy.” You whisper, feeling a bit embarrassed at the directness.
Sylus smiles down at you softly, before pressing his knee further and closer to your clothed core. “It’s alright baby… What if I were to help you? Would you let me show you the right way to do it?” He runs a hand down your exposed torso.
You nod and gulp; he nods back before moving his hand down between your legs. Rubbing slow and circular motions over where you need him most.
“Sy…” you whine and close your eyes.
Sylus chuckled softly as soon as he saw your reaction. Your soft whines were like sweet music to his ears, and it only fueled his desire. He continued to rub you, his fingers moving with slow, deliberate motions. He continues to tease you with a smirk on his face.
“That’s right, doll, just make pretty noises for me…let me hear how good it feels…”
Chills course your body at how good his touch feels, a feeling you could never make yourself experience.
Sylus could see the shiver that wracked your body, and he smirked in satisfaction. He knew you were feeling new sensations that you had never experienced before, and he had every intention of showing you how good it could feel to let another person take control.
“Shh, doll...” He increased the pressure and speed of his touch, rubbing you through the fabric of your panties.
“Take them off please Sy…” You beg and he leans down, cutting you off with a kiss, his fingers stilling. His lips taste of vanilla chapstick, the same one you use and you smile against his lips.
“Bought my chapstick hm?” You whisper against his soft lips, and he chuckles as he pulls away.
“Wanted to always taste like you. Now let’s take these off…”
Sylus slowly tugged down your panties, sliding them down your legs and discarding them on the floor, not caring where they landed.
He leaned back to get a good look at your body, his eyes roaming over your bare flesh with a hungry stare. His breath hitched in his chest, and he spoke in a low, primal voice, his hands tracing the curves and edges of your body.
“Goddamn, you look so goddamn pretty just like this…” He shakes his head as he leans down and kisses your pelvic bone. You wince at the sudden contact, not used to the feeling of anyone’s lips on your body like that.
Sylus smirked as he saw you gasp and wince when his lips connected with your pelvic bone. He knew it was sensitive, and he loved seeing how your body responded to his touch.
“Tsk, doll, so sensitive aren’t you…”
He continued his trail of kisses, moving lower and lower, his mouth leaving behind a trail of wetness on your skin. His tongue licked and teased along your skin, and when he finally reached your core, he paused, his eyes flickering up to look at your flushed face.
“God, you’re so damn perfect…”
He didn’t wait for a response, his mouth immediately connecting with your sensitive bud, his tongue licking and sucking in a slow, sensual rhythm, groaning against you.
Your sounds fill his ears and his eyes roll back while he pleases you. He continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue moving in a steady rhythm. He could hear your soft gasps and whimpers, and he was determined to make you feel even more.
“Mmm, doll…you taste so sweet…like candy.”
Sylus then inserted a finger into you, gently sliding in and out, slowly, his touch still gentle, but it was getting less and less soft as his arousal grew.
You let out a loud moan and arch against him. Sylus couldn’t help but let out a deep, satisfied hum against your core when that moan escaped your lips. It was so damn sweet, and the way you arched your body against him made his own ache and throb.
“That’s it baby…moan for me…” His deep voice vibrates through your body.
Sylus continued his ministrations, his finger sliding in deeper and curling against your sensitive walls, his tongue never ceasing its assault on your clit.
“Sylus, I need you…” you whine and run a hand through his silver hair.
He chuckled in satisfaction; rough and dark against your core. His tongue still moving and circling at a skilled and steady pace, he responded in a low tone.
“Mhm, you need me, doll? Need me to make you feel good? Need me to make you cum?”
He then added another finger, sliding it in and out slowly, stretching you gently, his own body aching to give you more. After a few moments you finally speak up.
“Sy… No, I need you instead.” You whisper, and a soft groan rumbles in his chest as he hears your words.
He knew what you were asking for, and he knew he was no longer in control of his own desires.
“Mm, you want me to fill you up instead, huh?“
Sylus spoke in a low, guttural whisper as he pulled away from your core, his fingers slowly sliding out of you with a soft, wet sound.
He moves up your body and leans down to whisper, his hand spreading your thighs further.
“Say you want me, baby.” Sylus smiles against your neck, knowing you won’t be able to exist.
“I want you Sylus.” You whisper and he practically breaks; he moves away and quickly strips off his clothes. His tan bare body is on display and you gasp as your eyes land on his length.
He knows what your look is for and he chuckles, “We’ll make it fit baby, trust me.”
He was practically aching for you; not only was he teasing you, but he was teasing himself, he was dripping. All he wanted was to be inside of you, to finally go home.
Sylus lays back down and hovers above you, grinding himself against your core, gathering the slickness.
“I’ll treat you so good… I’ll go slow, okay? If it hurts, squeeze my hand…” He whispers and kisses you gently. You nod and he kisses you once more before positioning himself at your entrance.
Sylus slowly, carefully slid his way inside of you. The stretch you feel causes your eyes to water; he was so big, and it was a tight fit. You can’t help but let out a quiet whine.
“F-fuck, you feel so damn good…” He whispers and fully sheaths himself inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. You squeeze his hand because of the pain, and he stills immediately.
Sylus grits his teeth, every inch of him screaming to just take you, but he keeps himself in check. He had promised to be gentle, to take it slow, to make your first time good, and he intended to keep his promise.
“S-s-sweetie, are you alright?” He whispers and lets out a groan as you loosen a bit, allowing him to move. He pulls back slowly and pushes back in, your walls fluttering around him, driving him mad.
“Can I?” He leans down and whispers as he kisses your neck.
“Mhm…” You moan and drag your nails up his back, earning a groan from him. He picks up his thrusts, burying himself deep inside you.
Your moans mix with his and fill the room; echoing off the walls, a pleasure you’ve never felt.
His movements were slow and measured. He continued to watch your face, monitoring your expressions, looking for any discomfort.
“You alright, baby?” Sylus spoke in a low, gentle tone, his body still sliding. He catches your nod and smiles before growing his pace.
He could feel you stretching around him, adapting to his size, and it was taking all of his restraint to control himself.
“God, doll, you’re so tight. So perfect. You feel so damn good around me.”
He kept going, increasing the speed and force of his movements, but still being careful to watch your face, to make sure he wasn’t going overboard.
You pull him down to kiss you, and he immediately complies, continuing his pace. His tongue slides into your mouth and dances along your own.
Sylus continued the kiss, his tongue moving against yours, his hands roaming your body, caressing and squeezing. The feeling of being inside you, the taste of your mouth, was all driving him crazy, but he was doing his best to keep himself in check, to keep the pace from becoming too rough.
“Mmm, doll. You taste so damn good. You’re making me crazy. So perfect, so goddamn beautiful.” He mumbles against your lips and you moan quietly.
“Faster…” you whisper and his heart immediately picks up, as well as his thrusts. The words he was waiting to hear. He chuckled at your words, the sound low and almost dangerous.
“Mhm, that’s a good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You’re doing so well, you’re taking me so damn well...”
He increased the pace again, his movements harder and more powerful now, but still carefully measured, still holding himself back a little.
You notice his hesitation and you chuckle, “Don’t hold back Sy… Make me yours.”
Sylus could feel his restraint snap like a rubber band stretched too far. Hearing you tell him not to hold back did something to him, and he let out a deep, guttural growl.
“You’re going to be the death of me, doll...”
He follows your orders and fucks you harder and deeper. A bulge forms in your stomach and he watches it with a grin, the bed creaking with each thrust.
“Mmm, so pretty…” He presses down on your lower stomach where his cock is and you moan. The pressure of his hand and his thrusts send you overboard.
Sylus groans, before running a hand up and squeezing your breast that’s bouncing with every one of his thrusts.
“Taking me so good, aren’t you? Made for me…” He whispers and continues to fuck you into oblivion.
Sylus could feel it building, the tension building up inside him, the heat pooling in his stomach, and so could you.
“I’m so close, doll. So damn close. You’re doing so well, taking me so good, gonna fill you up...” He mumbles out a string of words and curses as your walls tighten around him.
“Sy…” you whisper and he nods, understanding what you mean.
“I know baby, cum with me.” He leans down and kisses your neck, leaving hickeys so everyone can see what’s his. His hand reaches down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure to send you over the edge.
“I…” That is all you get out before your body arches up towards Sylus, finishing on his cock.
He groans and nearly collapses; the squeeze of your walls allows him to finish with you. He lets out low, pretty moans as he fills your womb with his cum, painting your walls white.
He slows his thrusts as his cum slowly comes to a stop, the two of you panting. He slowly lifts himself, remaining seated inside of you, and he kisses your forehead before kissing your lips.
A tender and slow kiss, showing how much he loves you, how much he desires you, and how grateful he is.
“I love you Y/N… Thank you.” Sylus mutters before kissing you once more. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You giggle and shake your head. “No, just a little sore…”
He chuckles lowly and slowly pulls out of you with a wet pop. The mixture of your essence pools down onto the bed, and he smirks.
“You did so good, sweetie…” He runs a finger along your folds, collecting the wetness onto his digit.
“Taste.” He lifts the finger to your lips and you suck it clean, a quiet moan escaping your lips. His softening cock twitches at the sight, but he ignores it and nods.
“Good girl… Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He smiles and gets off the bed, grabbing a tissue and wiping you quickly.
He throws it away before pulling you to your feet to take a bath.
“Come on, baby…” He smiles and leads you to the bathroom to ease your sore muscles. “Maybe we can go for another round.”
synopsis: christmas is coming up so you and Sylus decorate and bake for the holidays.
notes: wanted to make a short Sylus fluff since he doesn’t get a lot of fluff writings, and it’s almost christmas!
warnings: swearing, light smacks on behind
wc: 1.6k
Sylus is a bitter man to everyone but you.
Someone who practically controls the N109 Zone, owner of Onychinus, most feared man; loves to bake, but he’s not good at it. He’d own a bakery if he knew how. So, he takes today to gain the courage and ask you to bake cookies with him for Christmas.
Cooking and baking have never been something he’s good at. He’s good at controlling people, being a smooth talker, and just straight-up hot. But not anything that involves food… In reality, he’d end up burning his penthouse down. So he approaches you like an ashamed puppy, knowing you know how to cook and bake anything.
“Sweetie?” Sylus moves over to where you sit on the couch, his hand rubbing your thigh. Your eyes drift up to his and you hum.
“Yeah, Sy?” You smile at him and his heart clenches at the sight. You always made him melt into a puddle no matter what you did. He was truly in love with you. You were his kryptonite. But yet he was scared to ask you to make cookies with him.
He clears his throat and speaks quietly, “So, since it’s almost Christmas… I was thinking we could bake tonight and decorate a bit?”
Your eyes light up; you were initially going to ask him but he beat you to it. Christmas was your favorite holiday, especially with Sylus. The amount of Christmas stuff you guys had was insane, and you loved to put it all up. He’d take you shopping for decorations, and whatever you touched, he bought.
“Oh, that’d be great Sy, yeah!” You squeeze his hand. “Let’s decorate first; get it out of the way.” Standing up from the couch; he gets up with you and you head over to the giant closet near the living room, holding everything you need.
You grab out boxes, and Sylus takes them from you, stacking them on the floor. “What theme this year, Sy?” You look back at him and he thinks.
“Hm, maybe white and gold?” He smiles and shifts you to the side so he can grab your giant Christmas tree. “Here let me.” Sylus grabs the sixteen-foot tree he bought last year, worth five thousand dollars. It’s quite heavy, but he had no issue grabbing it and dragging it over to in front of the windows.
He uses his evol to get it to stand straight up and positions it so it sits perfectly in front of the city view. The tree is frosted with fake snow, berries, and pine cones; it was yet another thing you picked out.
“This looks good, princess?” Sylus looks back at you from the living room area, his hair matching the frosted branches. You smile and nod before returning to grab decorations.
You grab white and gold ornaments, lights, ribbon, a white tree skirt, and a giant star. Carrying them one by one over to Sylus, he laughs and uses his evol to grab the rest of the boxes. They fly past you and he sets them on the couch.
“I’ll grab the other decorations later.” You laugh and grab the white lights, walking over to Sylus. He gives you a soft look and smiles as you kneel to wrap the lights around the tree. You get about halfway before the length is out of your reach. Sylus shakes his head and lifts you onto his shoulder, sitting you and walking around the tree so you can get higher. The rest you couldn’t get to he uses his evol for.
Once the lights are on, you do the ribbon, repeating the same thing that you did with the lights. Sylus is there every step of the way, helping you with everything you need.
You finally finish up the tree, Sylus topping it off with the star, and you guys both smile at how pretty it looks, the city skyscrapers and stars in the background.
“So, cookies now?” He chuckles nervously as he looks down at you; you laugh as well.
“Yep, come on.” You drag him to the kitchen where you then grab your recipes and have him grab the ingredients needed. Sylus grabs everything and grabs two aprons. He grabs your pink one, tying it around you, and he grabs his red one.
“Okay, sugar cookies first.” You read over the recipe and he nods, although you can’t see him.
“Pour me one and one-fourth cups of sugar, please.” You smile up at him and rub his back as he pours it into the measuring cup.
Grabbing a bowl, you put butter into the bowl and he pours in the sugar; you grab the next ingredients and work well as a team. Normally, he’d fuck up by now.
“Eggs…” Sylus mutters under his breath and he hesitates as he holds the eggs in his hands. You look over at him, his hands shaking as he holds the eggs in his palms.
“Sylus. It’s okay, just crack them lightly and make sure not to get a shell in the bowl.” You laugh and he seems hesitant before he brings it to the bowl. He hits it too hard, and it cracks open, spewing all over the counter.
You tighten your lips and close your eyes to hold back a laugh. “Well…” You chuckle and look up at him. Egg white dripping down his hands as he sighs.
“Well,” Sylus repeats, and you can’t hold it in anymore. You bust out laughing and he looks over at you, feigning mock annoyance. He quickly washes his hands and sighs before he gets an idea.
“Sylus, that was fucking hilarious, I-“ You’re suddenly cut off by flour flying in your face. Sylus threw fucking flour at you. The white powder sprinkles down your apron and you gasp.
“Sylus, you ass!” You laugh and sprint over to the sink where he stands, tackling him. Too bad he catches you and lifts you; he throws you over his shoulder and smacks your ass. A flour hand print placed perfectly on your black pants.
“Sylus!” You laugh and he sets you back down before flicking you in the forehead.
“Shouldn’t have laughed at me. Now, you crack them.” Sylus chuckles and moves you back over to the bowl, placing two eggs in your hands.
You roll your eyes and laugh; you crack them and put them in the bowl. He watches you in awe at how you do it so easily.
“God, why can’t I do that?” He mumbles under his breath. Hearing him, you giggle and continue to do the rest of the ingredients, stirring until you knead with your hands.
Ten minutes later, you finish kneading the dough to the right consistency and he grabs parchment paper. Sylus breaks the dough into segments before wrapping them and putting them in the fridge.
Some dough remains in the bowl, and Sylus helps himself. “Must be good?” You laugh as he stuffs his mouth.
“Mhm,” He smiles, cheeks full like a chipmunk. I reach into the bowl and grab some as well.
“God, I’m so good at baking.” You smirk and he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, rub it in my face, princess.” He moves over to wash his hands, having enough dough. You smile and finish the rest; grabbing the utensils you used and placing them in the bowl before moving over to where he stands
He takes the bowl from you and sets it in the sink so he can wash everything.
“I’ll do them for you, baby.” He leans down and kisses your flour-caked face. Smacking his butt playfully, you leave the kitchen and wipe your face and wash your hands in the bathroom while he does those for you.
After about ten minutes, he finishes them, not wanting to throw them in the dishwasher. Sylus grabs the dough out of the fridge and unwraps them, placing parchment paper on the table and dusting it with more flour. He grabs the rolling pin, a pan to bake, and some cookie cutters. He refuses to set the oven because he’s not sure what temperature to set it at. He doesn’t want to set the place on fire either.
You walk back out into the kitchen and see him sitting at the table with a soft smile on his face. “Cleaned up?”
You nod with a laugh and walk over to the oven, turning it to 375 degrees. You giggle knowing he didn’t want to fuck up anything else and you walk over to him before sitting on his lap.
He gasps and quickly relaxes, wrapping his arms around you.
“Let’s do these, yeah?” You grab the dough and dust the rolling pin before rolling it out to a good width. He grabs the flour and pours a pile of it onto the paper for your cutters.
He smiles as he rests his head on your shoulder while you cut the cookies out. You cut out stars, Christmas trees, snowmen, and gingerbread men and smile as you look at the cutouts.
“Missed one princess,” Sylus whispers as he kisses your neck gently. His arm unwraps from your body and he hands you a heart cutter. Your heart warms as he places it into dough and cuts it out. He then hands it to you and lets you do another.
You both cut out a heart and set it on the pan with the others; he unwraps another dough and allows you to do more.
You finish the cookies and place them all together. “They look great baby.” Sylus kisses your neck again, and he allows you off his lap to put them in the oven.
After cooking for about 7 minutes, you pull them out, and they look perfect. Sylus gets up and joins you; he pulls you against his side before praising you once again. God, how he loved to praise you.
“Magic hands.” He chuckles and you laugh with him.
“Can’t let you touch anything. Maybe you can frost them?” You giggle and he nods.
“Yeah, that I can’t fuck up…” Sylus agrees and slumps.
The two of you frost the cookies once they’re done, you sitting on his lap while he puts sprinkles on them. He kisses you now and then, just to show how much he loves you.
The night goes smoothly and you end the night eating cookies on the couch, not daring to touch the heart-shaped ones.
synopsis: sylus is your new personal trainer, but he’s only a man with needs ;)
warnings: spanking, vulgarity, nsfw, dirty talk, f! oral receiving, mirror and wall intercourse, unprotected intercourse, cream pie
wc: 3k
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Elevate your training.
You’ve recently hired a personal trainer for the gym, helping you get leaner and more toned. You’ve been working out for years, feeling empty without it. However, you figured it’d be nice to hire someone to help you elevate your training and take you to the next level.
Elevate your training, elevate your training.
While entering the gym, you chant manifestation forms. You’ve recently hired a personal trainer for the gym, helping you get leaner and more toned. You’ve been working out for years, feeling empty without it. However, you figured it’d be nice to hire someone to help you elevate your training.
You walk towards the automatic doors and greet the front desk woman before heading to your favorite section. Today was the day you met your trainer.
Only have been chatting through text to schedule when to meet, no idea who it is. But you know it’s a man.
You certainly could’ve been more comfortable with a woman, but he has good credits and reviews. Where you work out is exclusive and very expensive, so whoever you hired certainly has money and experience.
You put your bag in a locker and grab your water, heading to where the equipment is.
As you step foot inside, you scope the room for the mystery personal trainer. Seeing multiple men, you’re not sure who it may be until one locks eyes with you.
He has silver hair, what looks like being red eyes, sharp features, an insane body, and tall. At your height, he’d tower over you like a skyscraper.
Might as well see if this is who it is… You think to yourself as you walk over to him; he smiles as you do so, confirming it’s your trainer.
You stand in front of him and smile, “You’re Sylus, right? The personal trainer?” I look over his form, a black compression shirt hugging his muscles perfectly.
He nods “Sylus. You must be Y/N?”
You nod back and reach a hand out, his returning in your shake. Hands much bigger than your own, and what seems to be colder.
“I’m glad to be working with a personal trainer; I hope we can work well together.” You smile.
He smirks as he looks down at you. “Oh, I’m sure we will.” I don’t overthink his words, and I nod. “Let’s get started, yeah?”
Sylus leads me over to the mats, where he motions with his head. I step on them and look at him. “Stretches first, right?”
He nods, his gaze dropping to your body. Your light blue set contrasts perfectly with your tan skin, almost making you glow. He licks his lips and looks away, trying to keep professional.
You do some quick shoulder and arm stretches, before moving to your leg stretches, repeating both and ending with a neck roll.
“Good. Now today we’re gonna work on legs and glutes.” He smiles down at me. “Let’s start with a warm-up barbell hip thrust.” Sylus walks over to the hip bench and motions for me to sit down. I do as instructed, and he grabs the barbell, hovering it over my hips. My eyes follow his arms as he lowers it, setting a good weight on it.
He catches my eyes and smirks; “See something you like, sweetie?” I shake my head in denial and place my hands on the bar. Sylus only chuckles and pats your hip as he backs away.
“10-15 reps, go.” He stands as he watches me. I lift it with ease, my body accustomed to lifting. After about a minute and a half, I finish and lower myself back down to the floor.
“Good girl, now one more set.” Sylus smiles and you get back into position, pushing through a second set. You finish that one and he nods before pulling the barbell off you.
He has you run through lunges, cardio, deadlifts, and kickbacks. By the end of the exercises, you’re panting and nearly about to collapse. He’s certainly a damn excellent trainer.
Sylus watched you intensely, his red eyes never leaving your body as you pushed through every exercise. His gaze particularly stuck on your ass, the shape of them in your set, and how it moved. Occasionally he joined in on the workouts, just to keep you going and stare at you. He was star-struck.
“So, Y/N… Last thing I’m gonna have you do.” He speaks up as you down your water. You sigh, but know you have to finish.
“Yeah?” You look up at him as he stands before you, your eyes running over his face.
“Weighted squats. Think you can do it?” He has a grin on his face and you lift your brows.
“Not sure, but I can try.” You stand up from the bench you were sitting on, legs wobbling, and Sylus grabs you quickly. His hand rests around your waist as he chuckles.
“Here, let me help you, sweetie. I’ll help you with the squats, too.” You nod at his words and he walks you over to where the weights are.
Grabbing a 35-pound dumbbell, he places it in your hands and moves behind you. You breathe deeply as you hold it, the weight not being an issue, but your legs.
“15 reps sweetie…” He whispers in your ear, shivers running down your body. His words flow through you and you don’t even notice how he’s pressed himself against you, his hands on your hips.
“Sylus, what are you doing?” I turn my head to look at him.
“Gonna help you, now go.” He pats your hips and you immediately squat down, the dumbbell weighing you down. You pull yourself back up with an exhale and he rubs your hips before you repeat it.
You get through five reps before your legs wobble. Sylus catches on and moves even closer, his body now fully pressed against you. Feeling him, your eyes widen but you try to not pay mind to it, hoping to stay professional.
He smirks as he feels his growing arousal press against your back. Each time he squats with you, it rubs him the right way, increasing his need.
After three more reps, you finally speak. “Sylus, do you have something in your pocket or something?” At your words, he chuckles darkly.
“No, that’s just me, sweetie. Problem?” He wraps his arms around your waist, head sneaking down to your neck. He gently bites your ear lobe and you nearly drop the dumbbell on your feet.
“I…” is all you whisper out as he lowers the dumbbell to the floor; he kisses your neck gently, smiling against your skin.
“Sylus… There are people around.” My eyes flutter as I look around the gym, people scattered throughout as they exercise.
“So what? Let them see how bad I want you.” He practically growls against your neck, biting down on it. You let out a quiet whine and he smirks.
Sylus pulls away after leaving a few marks where he pleases, his eyes looking around the gym. “Mmm, on second thought…” He moves from behind you and takes your hand, dragging you to the bathroom. He finds a singular bathroom and allows you to step in; walking in behind you, he closes the door and locks it.
“Sylus, I don’t think.” He cuts you off by pushing you against the wall and kissing you hungrily. Your eyes widen and you flutter them shut as you accept him. Sylus smiles against your lips before he pulls your leg up to him; you wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you with one arm.
Holding you in his grasp, his hardness presses against you through the fabric of his shorts, and he groans. Pulling his lips away from yours, he stares into your eyes.
“You’re so beautiful Y/N… I’m normally strictly professional, but fuck, I’ve gotta have you.” He chuckles and rubs his thumb along your thigh.
“You’re suppose you’re cute too.” You giggle, teasing him. Sylus lifts a brow and flashes a cocky smirk.
“You suppose?” He asks and grinds his hips up towards you to make you change your wording. “Hm?”
You giggle, and he hides a smile. “Yeah, I suppose. Seems like someone’s pretty excited?” Finishing your sentence, he grinds up against you again, pressing his face in your neck with a groan.
“Mmm, fuck… I need you so bad, wrapped around me.” Sylus bites down on your neck and you moan quietly.
“Have me.” You moan in his ear, the music in the gym playing loud enough to block our sounds out.
Sylus smiles against your skin before he sets you down, his hands immediately going to your sports bra, yanking it off. His eyes drop to your chest and he flutters his eyes before squeezing them together. Thumbs brushing against your nipples.
You let out a breathy whine, and he smiles down at you. “Everything about you is perfect.” He leans down and pulls you closer, his mouth attacking your breast, tongue swiping and swirling around your nipple.
“Sylus…” You moan and cover your mouth, the other hand tugging at his silver hair. Sylus pulls away and yanks your hand from your mouth.
“No baby, let me hear your pretty moans.” He whispers before biting your nipple.
“Sylus, people…” you whine and he chuckles.
“Sweetie… I own this gym, if they have a problem they can come to me.” Sylus purrs against you before switching to the other peak, giving it the same attention.
Your eyes widen, and now it all makes sense. Snapping you out of your thoughts, he kisses down your stomach and tugs your shorts down, the cold air giving you goosebumps.
“Lace panties for the gym? You had a feeling, hm?” He chuckles and kisses your clothed clit.
Rolling your eyes, you give him a playful smack to the cheek.
“No, shut up.” You giggle and he spreads your legs, pulling you off the wall a bit to access you more easily.
“I’d like to have you make me…” Sylus kisses up your legs until he reaches his destination. The smell of your vanilla lotion filling his senses, his favorite scent. He finally gets to the middle of your legs, his tongue licking a stripe up your panties, your breath catching in your throat.
He looks up at you before sliding his fingers along the sides and pulling them down your legs. You look down at him as he does so and you watch as his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He groans at the sight and runs his fingers along your wetness.
“All this for me?” Sylus whispers, his shorts tightening almost painfully. Crimson eyes meet yours and you nod. He rushes to you, tongue running along your folds.
“Ah…” Your eyes close shut and you moan quietly; he dives in deeper and focuses on your clit. His tongue worked expertly on you as you expected it would.
Sylus lifts a leg to rest on his shoulder so he can feel you deeper with his tongue, his groans vibrating against you, pushing you closer to the edge.
After about three minutes of his attention, you feel your legs shaking and he pulls away. You groan, holding back a whine as he stands back up.
“Sorry baby, as much as I want you on my tongue, I want you to cum on my cock even more.” He smirks and slides off his shirt, his muscles bulging and his abs catching your attention.
You run a hand along his body and he chuckles.
“Nice huh?” Sylus slides his shorts down, followed by his boxers, his leaking cock springing out. He smirks for the millionth time today and wraps a hand around his length, stroking it. You gasp under your breath.
“Sylus… Is it gonna fit?” You watch him and he moves closer to you, his length bobbing against your stomach.
“Mmm, we’ll make it fit, sweetie. Now where do you think we should do this?” He growls, running his hands along your sides.
“Against the wall should be fine?” You look down at his body once again and he nods, your stomach glistening with his pre-cum.
“Come here, then…” He squats down a bit and lifts you, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. Holding you with one hand, he hovers you over his cock before rubbing the swollen head against you.
He groans and drops his head into the crook of your neck. Leaning back, he looks into your eyes and whispers, “Ready?”
You nod and breathe deeply to prepare yourself for the insane stretch to come. Sylus leans in and connects your lips as he lowers you down on him. Keeping your lips intact, you both gasp together before he lets out a long groan. The tightness squeezing him like a glove.
“Fuck Y/N…” He continues to slide into you; he finally bottoms out and holds you with two hands now as he waits for you to relax around him.
“Relax for me, baby… Breathe.” He kisses you gently and you finally loosen around him. “Good…” Sylus smiles softly and lifts you before sliding you back down. Letting out a string of groans, he presses you against the wall and bounces you.
“Sylus…” You let out the whiniest moan you’ve ever made. No man has ever made you feel so good and he knows that.
“Feels so good, baby. Made for me…” He moans and attacks your neck as he bounces you. Neither of us cares who hears us; all we care about is us, and how we feel together.
Sylus growls and pulls you off the wall, bringing you to the sink. He slides you off him with a groan and lets you down, spinning you to face the mirror.
He stands behind you and runs his hands along your body before placing a hand on your back and bending you. You let him lean you over and he slides back into your heat with ease and a new angle.
“Shit…” you both mutter and he pulls out enough to leave his tip in before slamming back inside you. Your eyes lock with his and he nods, hands cupping your breasts.
“Look at you… So cock drunk.” Sylus pulls his hand away before spanking your ass, leaving a red and stinging mark.
He picks up speed as he watches your expressions change and the moans fly out of your mouth.
“Anyone fuck you like this before?” He growls and you shake your head frantically. “Mmm, that’s what I thought. You’re mine now baby…” He spanks you again and feels his body heat.
“Fuck… I’m close.” He pulls you back up and stands you up, your back against his chest as he continues to thrust inside you. His enormous arms wrap around your stomach and he presses kisses to your neck.
“Me too…” You let out a whisper and he bites down on your neck, leaving a mark.
“Birth control?” He feels his orgasm quickly approaching, the squeezing of your walls not helping.
“Mmm…” You moan out, nodding and he feels a weight lift off his shoulders, not wanting to pull out.
“Cum with me, princess,” Sylus whispers in your ear and reaches down to circle your clit. Your back arches against his chest and he squeezes you as you cum. He finishes right after you, he moans your name, and you feel wetness slip out of you as he fucks you through your orgasms.
His cock kisses your cervix, begging for entry as he shoots inside your womb. Sylus’ arms lose their tight hold on you as he finally stills.
“Fuck…” You drop your head while you pant, his cock softening inside of you. He chuckles and lifts your head up and to the side so he can lock lips with you.
Sylus kisses you tenderly for about a minute before he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Quickly wiping your lip, he slides out of you with a groan.
Your eyes flutter and you clutch your stomach, missing the feeling of him. He chuckles, and he gets down onto his knees; your eyes widen as he moves his head between your legs. You feel his tongue wiping along your cum soaked pussy and you nearly collapse.
He cleans you with his tongue before standing back up and wiping his lips. “We taste so good together.” He smirks and leans in to kiss you once more, the taste of both of you on your tongue filling your body with warmth.
You pull away and chuckle. “You’re so filthy.”
He shrugs and nods; “Yeah, I am.” He then grabs your clothes and hands them to you. “You know… I’d like to keep you. I know we just met, but god you’ve already got me wrapped around your finger.” Sylus chuckles as he watches you slide on your clothes; he follows your movements.
“I’ve never fucked someone after meeting them. I’m never normally that type. So, I wouldn’t mind keeping you, either.” You giggle and put back on your shoes.
His heart warms at your words. He was never really the type to hook up with random people either, but there was something about you he couldn’t get enough of.
“Good, then it’s settled. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He pulls you closer as he finally slides on his shoes as well. “Now let’s pretend that we didn’t just fuck in here, yeah?” Sylus leads you to the door.
“Fuck it.” He looks down at you, your wide eyes looking up at him in horror as he opens the restroom door. Leading you out, no one even bats an eye; all busy working on themselves, and you let out a breath of relief.
“See, no one even noticed, now let me take you home.” Sylus smiles down at you and you grab your water bottle quickly before heading out of the gym.
“All mine…” He whispers, kissing your forehead in front of the receptionist as he leads you out.
synopsis: sylus comes home after a run in, wounded. and you decide to take care of him, in more ways than one.
warnings: dirty talk, unprotected intercourse, cream pie, vulgar language, mentions of wounds and blood, mentions of bruises, praise kink, spanking, m oral receiving .
wc- 2.4k
[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]
9:26 pm
Sylus is late.
You sit on the couch, curled up under a blanket watching a movie. A random romance movie filling the empty house with sound as you wait for Sylus to get back home from work.
You begin to worry, he called you around an hour ago, saying he’d be on his way.
Because of course, he had to hear your sweet voice. But he’s late.
You fight the urge to call him or spam his phone, even though you know he doesn’t care, he prefers it.
You sigh as you repeatedly check the time 9:40 comes around and you decide to send him a text.
You: Baby, are you alright? I didn’t wanna bother you, but I’m getting worried.
You set down your phone and lock it before returning your attention to the movie. As you see the couple on screen all you can think of is Sylus.
Your boyfriend of nearly a year and a half, the man you are in love with wholeheartedly. Reaching down you begin to twiddle with the collarbone necklace he bought you. Your phone dings and you nearly jump in your seat.
It’s Sylus.
Sy: I got caught up kitten. Late approach, I’m in the car right now. I’m sorry, give me 5 minutes or so, see you then.
You sigh of relief but can’t stop to wonder what caught him so late.
Not even three minutes pass and you hear a car door shut, you jump out of your seat this time. Haven’t seen Sylus since 2 pm, you rush to the door and unlock it. You quickly open it and run out of the mansion to him.
Sylus locks eyes with you as he heads towards the house, he braces himself for a jumping hug and chuckles.
You jump into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck as his wraps around your back. The height difference allows your legs to dangle.
He holds you until you decide to let go, knowing you love to be clingy, and he doesn’t mind at all. “Someone missed me?” He mutters against your hair. You drop yourself to the ground and finally get a look at him.
His clothes were bloody and he had a couple of bruises scattered on his face and arms. You feel your heart stop as you look at him.
“Sy, what happened…” You whisper as you reach up and touch his face.
He winces as you near a bruise. “A run in. I’m alright sweetie, come on.” He chuckles, brushing it off and leads you inside, locking the car with a remote as we head in.
He opens the door and closes it behind us as we step into the hallway.
“Sy… Let me look. I can help, you know I enjoy taking care of you.” You look up at him as he takes off his combat boots.
“Baby, I’m okay. But if you want to, I won’t deny you.” Sylus chuckles before taking your hand and leading you further into the mansion.
“Bathroom, the first aid kit is in there.” You squeeze his hand and he nods, leading you there.
Once you’re both in the bathroom, he switches on the light and sits on the closed toilet lid, to allow you to get to him with ease. His crimson eyes look up at you as he finally gets a good look at you.
“Pretty girl.” He says with no shame and you blush as you playfully roll your eyes. You turn and open a cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit.
Moving back over to Sylus, you stand in front of him. “Let’s get your shirt off, the blood is gonna only stain more the longer it sits.” You reach to take off his shirt and he nods but takes it off for you. He tosses the shirt somewhere and lets you continue.
“Sweetie, I’m not worried about the shirt. You and I both know I have enough money to buy a million of them.” He laughs, his deep voice echoing in the bathroom.
“Yeah you’re right, but still.” You chuckle and look down at his broad chest. Dried blood scatters across his skin and it tugs at your heart, you know his wounds heal themselves but it still upsets you.
Sylus watches your eyes waver and he takes your hand. “Sweetie, you know no one can hurt me right? No one can kill me either, only you can grant me death. Don’t worry okay?” He rubs your hand in his, and you nod.
“Sylus, I just… I don’t like to see you like this.” You sigh and you pull away for a quick second to grab a washcloth, wetting it.
“I know you don’t, and it makes me happy that you care so much about me. But they’re healed for the most part, other than the bruises. ” Sylus watches as you bring the wet cloth to his bloody chest, wiping gently.
“Bruises take longer don’t they?” You whisper as you focus and he hums in agreement.
“The one on your face Sy… They punched your pretty face.” You look at him and sigh as your eyes land on the huge bruise on his jaw.
He chuckles at your silent compliment. “You can always make me pretty again until it heals.” His eyes scan over your features, appreciating the beauty of you.
“Would you let me do your makeup?” Smiling at him, you stop wiping his chest as it’s wiped clean.
“Wouldn’t mind, if it made you happy I wouldn’t object it. You know I’d do anything you asked me to.” Sylus smiles and glances as you grab a hot pad from the first aid kit.
“So if I asked you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?” You joke as you press ever so gently to his jawbone bruise and he closes his eyes briefly.
“Mhm. Anything.” Sylus mutters as he takes in the heat. His words make you smile ear to ear, although you’d never ask him to jump off a cliff.
“Baby?” He speaks up all of a sudden and it catches you off guard.
“Yeah, Sy?” You look down at him with curiosity, his arm patting your hip.
“Why don’t you sit on my lap, your legs are gonna start hurting. And this time it won’t be from me.” He chuckles, and you nod realizing that your legs truly do hurt from standing so long.
You sit on Sylus’ lap and he leans back to give you room to continue. His hands coming to rest on your hips.
“Does the bruise feel any better?” You look at Sylus, running a hand through his silver hair. He leans into your touch and nods.
“Got a couple on my arms but you don’t have to worry about those. The only one that hurts is the jaw.” He smiles softly before squeezing your hip.
You nod and giggle, “I know I just sat down, but my work is done.” He gives you a disapproving look and shakes his head.
“No, you aren’t.” Sylus smirks, and you lift a brow.
“What exactly did I miss?” You scan over his face and torso once more, checking for any marks you might’ve missed. You hear his low chuckle and your attention is brought back to his face.
“My lips sweetie.” He whispers before gripping your face in his palm and kissing you. He holds you ever so gently in his grasp and you wrap your arms around his neck like you did earlier.
His lips were tender and soft against yours, tasting mint on him.
Sylus slowly pulls away before giving you a small peck. Whispering he squeezes you again, “All mine…”
“All yours.” You repeat and he smiles, his gaze dropping to your lips once again. He quickly stands, wrapping your legs around his waist he leaves the bathroom with you.
“Sylus!” You giggle. “Where are you taking me?” You continue to laugh as he props you up higher.
He smiles at the tone of your voice. “To bed kitten.” Sylus kicks open the bedroom door and carries you over to the bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you.
“You know… There’s one more bruise.” He smirks as he hovers over you. Your eyes widen but then you catch on.
“Where exactly?” You chuckle and he holds his cocky expression before leaning down and grinding against you.
“Mmm, I think it might be there… Wanna check for me, sweetie?” Sylus’ hardness is evident as he grinds one more time. Honestly, you were shocked he got hard so fast. Yet again you were on his lap, and just looking at you gives him a semi.
“I’ll check…” You nod and he bites his bottom lip between his teeth before moving off of you. You allow him to situate himself to lie down on the bed, his upper body propped up by pillows.
You look down at the tent in his pants, gently nudging it with your hand, earning a hiss. “Where’d this giant bruise come from Sy?” You play along with his act and he smirks.
“Mmm, think from some pretty girl.” He looks at you his red eyes darker than ever.
“She must’ve been beautiful.” You smile and unzip the two zippers on his pants, his chest heaving with anticipation as you do so.
“Yeah, she is… Such a beauty.” Sylus whispers as you nudge on his pants, he lifts his hips enough for you to slide them off. But to his surprise, you yank off his boxers at the same time.
His cock springs out and slaps against his stomach, thick and dripping for you. He groans as the cool air hits his head and you giggle.
You run your fingers along his shaft and pretend to inspect. His brows furrowed as he bites back groans from the lightest touch. The most dangerous and wanted man in Philos falling apart from the slightest touch.
“i swear there’s pain from something…” Sylus tangles his hands in your locks and smirks.
“Maybe I need to check another way?” You look up at him before bringing his member to your mouth, immediately taking it in.
“Fuck baby…” He groans, low in his throat as you take him in, tongue rubbing against his tip, before you pull it out. You give kitten licks to the swollen red tip, and he hisses.
“Living up to your nickname huh? Shit…” He finally lets out a moan. His moans are the most beautiful thing you’ve heard and it never fails to make you pool between your thighs. You give the head a few more kisses before taking it back in.
He moans louder when you wrap your hand around the base that you can’t fit, stroking in time with your bobs. “Just like that… So good.”
You move your hand off his shaft and to his balls, gently fondling them. “Y/n baby… if you keep doing that I’ll cum.” He warns you and you continue.
He groans and feels himself get closer to the edge as you massage and suck him. “Baby…” He moans one last time before he grunts and finishes in your mouth.
His taste is something you so desperately craved, ropes shooting down your throat you moan around his length. He squeezes his eyes shut as that causes him to shoot out more cum.
Pulling you to him he kisses you, groaning at the taste of himself on your lips. His tongue slides into your mouth, he brings you to straddle him. He lowers you and you gasp, feeling his cock against your bare pussy. When the fuck did he take my clothes off? You think to yourself.
And then you realize, his evol. “Sylus!” You scold him.
“Had to baby… Couldn’t wait.” He laughs and lowers you down into him, his girth stretching you to maximum capacity. Thank god you were wet enough.
He groans and squeezes your hips, leaving bruises of their own as he attempts to bottom out. “So tight…” Sylus growls and thrusts up into you gathering more wetness.
You loosen around him and moan as he slowly thrusts up into you, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“Meet me halfway baby…” He whispers and you begin to bounce, meeting his thrusts. The sounds of your thighs slapping against his fill the room.
“Sylus…” You moan his name and he groans.
“You’re all mine baby…” He growls.
You bounce faster and he smirks as he finally sees all his length make its way into you, head bruising your cervix. He bulges into your stomach and he places a hand on it letting out a needy moan.
“I fucking love when you ride me kitten… Always do so good. Look so pretty” He watches you intensely, every face you make engraved in his brain.
“Sy… My legs hurt.” You whisper and he nods.
“That’s alright, here let me do it for you. Let me take care of you.” Sylus takes over immediately and thrusts up into you, lifting himself off the bed to hit deeper. “Just relax for me, let me make you feel good.”
You feel yourself tightening and you moan louder, feeling your walls clench him he moans. “Gonna cum for me pretty? Let go for me.” He kisses you sloppily but passionately, intertwining your hands as he resonates with you. Your hands glow and intense pleasure courses through the both of you.
Your back arches and you come undone on him, essence sliding down his shaft as he slows his movements, making love to you as you finish.
Sylus moans and fills you with his cum not even a minute later, painting your womb while he lets out a string of pretty moans. “Fucking hell… I love you so much.”
His thrusts finally stop and he stays situated inside of you while he softens, you both pant heavily and he rubs your back before lifting you. His cock slips out with a wet pop and he returns you to his chest.
You whine at the lack of fullness and he smirks. “Miss me that bad already?” Sylus leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Always.” You mumble and he chuckles.
“Always take such good care of me, sweetie. My pretty girl.” He pushes hair behind your ear that had fallen onto your face.
“Likewise…” You giggle and he playfully smacks your ass.
“Now let’s go shower, yeah?” He smirks as he looks at you and you roll your eyes.
“No funny business.” You laugh and get off his lap to stand beside the bed, legs wobbling.
“Just gonna take care of you. Aftercare~” He gives you a mischievous grin and leads you into the bathroom.
You mentally curse yourself as you prepare yourself for more “care.”
notes: for the zayne girls, this is pretty raunchy. enjoy <3
warnings: protected f-cking, vulgarity, nsfw
word count: 3k
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HAVE YOUR FILL
Zayne was your primary care doctor at Akso Hospital, also serving as a cardiac surgeon top in the game. You regularly went in for checkups regarding heart pain and he always enjoyed taking care of you. You were his favorite patient as he’s known you his whole life.
Today you were late, however, and he wasn’t surprised but he had a long day. Zayne sighs as he looks at the clock on his wall. You were his last appointment.
“10 minutes late y/n…” He mutters to himself.
All of a sudden a nurse knocks on his door, and he calls back. “Come in.”
“Miss Y/N, doctor.” She checks off your name on her list.
He locks eyes with you as you stand beside the woman, she urges you in and smiles at Zayne before closing the door.
“You’re late.” He says with no emotion while you sit on the exam table.
“Zayne… This time I have a reason.” You laugh as he gathers his equipment.
“And what could it be this time?” He picks up a blood pressure cuff and moves to stand between your legs, wrapping it around your upper arm.
“Had a mission, the wanderers were pretty hard to take down today.” You watch as the cuff squeezes your arm and slowly releases.
He catches the numbers and documents them before undoing the cuff. “How many today?” He looks at you before taking his stethoscope and pressing it to your chest.
“Uh, I think-“ You begin to speak but he interrupts you.
“Shush, let me check your heart.” He replies and you gasp under your breath, holding back a remark. He pulls it away and looks at you before backing up.
“You asked me a question Zayne.” You chuckle and Zayne scoffs, but not with a hint of sarcasm.
“Had to check your heart for analysis. Okay, so how many?” He sits down at his desk while he waits for you to speak.
“Five for today.” You look at him before glancing at his fingers that wrap around the pen he’s writing with.
“Any injuries?” He quickly stands and moves back over to you, scanning you over.
One thing about Zayne is he cared heavily about his patients, but you in particular he cares a lot about. The slightest wound or cut worries him senseless. Any drop in your weight, change in your face, anything.
“Hm, not that I know of. I haven’t checked, rushed here after the mission so…” You sigh and look down at your arms.
“Okay, I’ll check you.” He mutters before taking your arm in his hand, extending it, and looking at it deeply, brows furrowed as he looks for even the smallest cut.
You sit as he looks over your body, at least what he can see at the moment. He looks up and locks eyes with you before looking at your other arm. Seeing no signs of injury he looks at your face and chest.
“Zayne, ya know I think I’m okay.” You laugh as he finishes looking you over. He nods and backs up, letting go of your arm.
“I’m not seeing anything. But we do need to discuss your heart, any issues?” He reaches over and grabs his paper from the desk.
“No, not really, just slight pain now and then, fluttering too. That’s normal for me at this point.” You sigh as he hands you the paper.
“These are your vitals, your heart is recorded on there as well. Everything looks fine but if anything worsens, call me immediately. Your Protocore Syndrome worries me.” Zayne looks at your features as you read over the paper, eyes gazing too long on your lips, and you nod without noticing his gaze.
“Will do, Doc.” You smile and he fights back a smile. Zayne moves back over to his desk and sits once more.
He pulls up a website that goes into detail about Protocore Syndrome, and motions for you to come over. You hop off the table and walk over to where he’s sitting. You squint at the screen and Zayne looks up at you before placing a hand on your waist.
“Sit, you’ll see better.” He nudges you and you look around.
“Where? There’s no chair Zayne?” I lift a brow as he looks up at me, hazel green eyes shining. He pats his thigh.
“Y/N, are you that oblivious?” He chuckles and pats again. “Sit.”
Your eyes widen and you think about it for a second before he pulls you down onto him. He scoots closer to the computer, one cold hand still wrapped around you.
Zayne scrolls through the website until he reaches the symptoms of Protocore Syndrome. You read through them and he looks at you while you do so, gently rubbing your side.
“Any symptoms that you are experiencing?” He looks at the screen with you. You nod and he moves closer his chest against your back as you read.
“Fluttering, cold and racing feeling in the heart, breathing difficulty…” You begin to list, he tightens his grip on you.
“Racing heart?” He mutters against you, his lips now pressing to the back of your shoulder. You swallow harshly, shocked by the sudden sensation.
“Yeah…” You reply dryly, feeling your throat tighten. He nods against you, his hand snaking to your stomach. Your heart races faster and your breathing quickens.
“Been taking care of yourself?” His gaze drifts to the screen before he pulls you right against his lap, you bite back a gasp.
“Of course, have you been taking care of yourself Doc?” Your reply causes him to chuckle and he hums.
“Mmm, try to. Just a bit overworked, having long days but anything for my patients…” He presses another kiss to your shoulder, a pity his lips aren’t on your bare skin.
“You overwork yourself Zayne. You need to relax once in a while and enjoy yourself. Look at all this paperwork.” You look at the stacks of paper on his desk and sigh. He growls under his breath.
“Can’t. Work is important.” He squeezes your hip. Your breathing halts as he does so. Zayne smiles at your reaction.
“And so is your health.” You roll your eyes, his words not surprising you the smallest bit. He laughs lowly.
“You’re acting like my doctor now, you gonna take care of me or something? Like we’re almost switching roles.” He leans his head forward to lock eyes with you, his voice low.
“I can attempt to take care of you?” You giggle and his cold heart warms at the sound of your adorable laugh.
“Mmm, go ahead. Try to out-doctor me.” He lets go of your waist. You lift yourself off his lap and turn around to face him, situating yourself back in his lap. Your legs come to rest on the outsides of his thighs.
Zayne instinctively rests his hands on your hips as you situate yourself. Never having been in this position with him, you feel nervous. There has always been a sense of chemistry and sexual tension between the two of you, however.
“What’s first Doc?” He smiles up at you.
You think to yourself and your eyes drop down to his pink lips that look softer than ever. You lean down and attach your lips to his. Your body warms and your heart races even faster as his lips move against yours slowly.
It’s a gentle and tender kiss, feels as if you both have wanted to do this forever. You press yourself down against him, feeling his obvious growing arousal beneath you.
You smile against his lips and he pulls away to mutter quietly. “Sorry…” He whispers as his face grows red.
You giggle and pull back enough to look into his eyes, his pupils dilated. “Don’t apologize. Just lets me know I’m pampering a patient correctly.”
He smirks and connects his lips to yours once again, this kiss more fast and sloppy. Zayne gently bites on your bottom lip, his way of asking for entry. You part your lips and he groans, a flutter in your stomach at the sound.
Your tongues battle and you grind against his lap, feeling your body heat and getting more aroused. He hisses as he continues to French kiss you. His hands slide down to squeeze your ass.
You let out the tiniest moan into his mouth and he pulls away with a smirk. “You sound pretty…”
Blushing, you hide your embarrassment by leaning down and kissing his neck. His eyes flutter at the quick attack of your lips. “Fuck…”
You gently suck and he smirks to himself. “Mmm, the carotid artery, good.” Zayne groans.
You leave faint hickeys on his neck before leaning back to eye his shirt. “Think this has to come off Mr. Zayne…” You smirk and he returns it.
Nodding, he allows you to take it off. You unbutton it slowly and he watches you with fluttered eyes. Undoing the last button you pull it down and slide it off his arms, his pale skin on view as his chest heaves.
Running your hand down his chest, he bites his lower lip. You giggle and pepper kisses over his chest, and he hisses in return.
“You’re so soft Zayne…” You mumble against his chest as you slowly slide yourself off his lap and onto the floor, between his legs.
Zayne’s eyes lock with yours and he runs a hand through your hair before cupping your jaw. “Does teasing come with taking care of me?” He chuckles.
You smile at him and nod. “Let me do my thing Zayne.” Your hands reach for the belt of his black pants and you quickly slide it off. Your hands travel to his button and zipper next. His breathing quickened at the sight of seeing you so quick and desperate.
“Can I Zay?” You whisper and look up at him with your pretty eyes.
“Have your fill baby…” He whispers and your stomach flips at the pet name. Undoing his pants you quickly slide them off his hips, he lifts up so you can throw them on the floor.
Eyes scanning over his grey boxers and the obvious boner beneath them you feel yourself practically drool. He tuts before making you look up at him.
“You haven’t even seen me yet…” He drags a finger along your lower lip, before pulling away and palming himself. His eyes locked on yours as he did so, long lashes batting against his skin.
You look down at his hand and let out the smallest whine. Smacking his hand away he gasps and you reach your fingers into the hem of his boxers to rip them off. Zayne quickly follows your lead and lifts once again, his boxers immediately coming off.
His aching length swings out and stands tall against his stomach, he watches your reaction carefully. This time you actually drool.
“Zayne I…” Is all you manage to get out before he interrupts.
“Didn’t expect this?” His stoic expression shifts into a cocky smile. “Touch me.” He urges before guiding himself to you, allowing you to choose what to do with it.
You immediately wrap a hand around him, the warmth engulfing your hands. The temperature difference between his member and hands is insanely significant.
You lean towards him and kiss the underside of his swollen head before swiping a tongue against it. His eyes shut immediately and a hiss flew out of his mouth. “Ah…”
You stroke him a few times before wrapping your lips around him and moaning at the feeling. Beginning to bob your head, he moans and guides your head. The amount you can’t fit into your mouth you pump in your fist.
His moans grow louder and louder as you continue, tongue rubbing him in all the right places.
“Y/n…” Zayne pants and pulls you away from him, his cock dragging out of your mouth with a pop as it drips saliva onto his thigh. “Ride me…Please.”
You giggle sensing his desperation. “I’m the one making decisions here.” He rolls his eyes and gives you a pleading look.
“If I don’t get inside of you in a matter of two minutes I’ll go insane. I need you.” He runs his hand along your cheek and you look at his flushed, pretty face.
“Fine.” You stand up and back away to quickly strip off your clothes. His jaw drops as his eyes land on your body, his hand flying to stroke himself.
“Hmm, wait.” You mumble before making sure the door is locked. His eyes land on your ass next, looking long enough to memorize it for future reference.
Turning back around you walk back over to him as he sits in his chair, legs spread as he continues to stroke himself. “Been more than two minutes. Think I’m gonna die or something…”
You laugh and he reaches up to squeeze your ass, yanking you down on top of him. He flutters his eyes for the millionth time today, feeling your bare heat against his thigh. He smirks and grinds you gently, feeling the wetness against him.
“Someone’s excited?” He rocks you back and forth, groaning, although you’re just sat on his thigh. You roll your eyes and look down at his cock that’s pressed between your bodies, still standing tall and leaking against your stomach.
“Says you.” You chuckle and he follows your eyes. His head is even more swollen and red from the need coursing through him.
“Just ride me already…” He whispers and spanks your ass before massaging it in his hands. You yelp quietly.
“Zayne! What if someone hears us?” I give him a glare and he smirks, spanking you again.
“Right… But these rooms are soundproof, for confidentiality. Don’t worry pretty.” He gives you a soft smile and runs his hands along your sides.
Nodding you turn a bit and grab his bag off the floor, reaching for his wallet. He watches you as you open it and pull out a condom. His eyes widen, surprised you knew where he keeps them.
“Smart. How’d you know where to find it?” He watches as you rip it open and take it out of its packaging.
“Typical men.” You laugh as you tease, knowing damn well most men keep condoms in their wallets. He laughs with you and rolls his eyes.
“Whatever.” He watches as you move yourself back, nearing his knees. You slide the condom onto his leaking, long shaft and he winces. You make sure it’s fully covering him before lifting yourself and holding him against your entrance.
Zayne’s eyes drop down and places his hands on your hips, lowering you down onto him. You both moan together as you slide down with ease and a stretch. Filling you to the hilt, he bottoms out inside you, his head kissing your cervix.
“Fuck… You feel so good…” He groans and you begin to bounce slowly, moans sliding off your tongue. His hips meet yours in harmony and he nods.
Zayne throws his head back against the chair as it leans back due to the weight of the two of you, but designed that way. He lets out strings of curses and tightens his hold on you and you bounce faster, rocking your hips in a way no one else has.
The mixture of your moans and groans fills the room, if it weren’t for the soundproof walls everyone on this floor would hear.
The sounds of your wetness turn him on even more than he thought was possible, his hands run up to cup your breasts before he leans down and sucks them. His tongue swirls as he bites ever so gently, one hand cupping the other and the other on the small of your back.
His hands never leave your body as you please him. Normally he would be on the giving end but he’d change it up for you, anytime he wanted. He’s always wanted you like this. Always wanted you.
He pulls away from your nipple with a pop and sucks the other one, feeling himself swell inside of you as he does so. You moan and bounce faster at the dual simulation he’s giving you.
“Zayne…” Moaning his name he growls against your skin, he hums and releases the other peak with a pop.
“You’re incredible… So perfect.” He whispers and attacks your neck with his lips, any excuse to keep his lips on yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you moan louder, giving him access to your neck.
“Zayne, I think I’m close…” You whisper and he smiles while continuing to pepper your skin.
“Me too baby…” He nods and brings his lips up to yours. “Cum with me, please,” Zayne begs and your heart swells at his sweet words.
“I will…” You whisper before you press your lips to his and he kisses you back hungrily, feeling his body tensing up.
You tense up on top of him, your cold heart now turning burning hot and your stomach burns with it. He twitches before he moans into your mouth and finishes.
Following behind him you collapse and stars fill your vision. Your love slides down his wrapped cock and onto the chair below you. His condom warms inside of you as it fills with his essence and his thrusts below you come to a stop.
He hugs you tightly, bear-hugging you as he pants. “Fuck y/n…” Zayne mutters in your ear as his twitching stops. You pant with him and rest your head in the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing your back. Once cold now warm.
“Zayne…” You manage a whisper and look up at him, his head turning a bit to look at you. He smiles down at you before kissing your forehead.
“You took such good care of me.” He whispers before planting another kiss on your head. “Stay with me a bit, just like this. Don’t wanna move yet.”
“M’kay…” You smile softly, nodding sleepily. Zayne chuckles and continues to rub your back. He softens inside of you, slowly but surely. After about ten minutes he slides out of you, discarding the condom into the trash.
Kissing your lips his his stoic expression was soft, he whispers. “Always wanted you.”
warnings: p in v, unprotected f-cking, dirty talk, spanking, strong/vulgar language
notes: very nsfw, ONE SHOT, sylus treats you, freaky ;)
genre: smut
word count: 3k
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IN EVERY LIFETIME
Sylus arrives home from work at the late time of 7:30 pm, normally getting home at 6, in time for dinner. You stand in the kitchen, finishing up dinner for the two of you, the sounds and aroma traveling through the mansion.
He hangs his coat on the stand near the door and follows the smell leading him to the kitchen. He stands in the doorway to the kitchen and smiles when he lays eyes on you, your back to him.
Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist as he presses himself against you. You gasp but quickly relax as you realize it’s Sylus, he speaks “Mm, cooking late sweetie?”
His words and deep voice make your stomach flip, and you nod against him as you stir the Alfredo sauce cooking in the pan. “Wanted dinner to be fresh and hot when you came home Sy…”
He leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck before gently nibbling on your ear. “Missed you…” You feel your face heat up and you giggle.
“Sylus~” You smile and lift your head to look up at him, his red eyes boring into yours with a look of love and appreciation.
“Alfredo for dinner baby?” He whispers as he looks at the two pans, earning a nod from you.
“Unless you had something else in mind?” You turn down the heat to low on the noodles and sauce that are both boiling. Turning around and looking at him, you lift your eyebrows.
Sylus smirks and licks his lips before glancing at your plump ones. “Is that an offer sweetie?” He runs his hands down to your hips and lifts you onto the counter, running his hands along your sides and leaning down. “Wanna spell it out for me?”
He smirks as he presses his lips against yours, and you eagerly kiss him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he stands between your legs, he bites on your lower lip asking for entry. You part your lips for him and his tongue eagerly slides into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours.
Sylus groans quietly, earning a whine from you as he slowly pulls away to whisper against your lips. “Missed these pretty lips… Missed my pretty girl…”
He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, before sliding it between your lips, “God, I fucking love coming home to you. Now, about that offer baby…” He smirks and connects his lips to your neck, gently biting it. “You think dinners all done?” He whispers against your skin.
“Mhm, should be…” You reply and close your eyes at the feeling of his breath and lips. He pulls away reluctantly, and quickly turns off the heat to the stove. Grabbing two bowls and a strainer, he quickly strains the noodles and bowls them before pouring the sauce into the other.
“We’ll let the sauce cool until we put it up, and in the meantime… We can have dessert first.” He smirks as he closes the lid to the noodles and barely closes the lid to the sauce.
He returns to you and runs a hand through your hair. “Let me have you…” He runs that same hand down your chest until it reaches the end of your shirt. “Dressed all pretty for me kitten, let me see you.”
You bite your bottom lip and nod, encouraging him to continue. He smirks at your reaction and slides his hands under your shirt, he runs them along your ribs before reaching the cups of your bra.
“Mmm what a nuisance this is, yeah?” He whispers in a sultry, deep tone. You can’t help but nod at his words. “Hmm? Cat got your tongue?”
He smirks before he slides his fingers under the fabric of your bra. “Please…” The only words you can manage to get out, he lifts a brow.
“Begging are we? Exactly what I wanna hear baby…” He smiles and cups your breasts in his hands.
“Take it off Sy…” You whisper as you watch him.
“Manners baby, manners. Let me hear them.” He looks into your eyes. “Come on sweet thing, tell me.”
You whine and nod, “Please?” He nods in approval before he slides his hands away and out of your shirt to pull it off you. Sylus yanks off the shirt, and looks at your clothed breasts for a second, before reaching around and unclasping your red lace bra.
He takes it off and stares at you as if he’s admiring a statue. “So fuckin’ pretty, and all mine…” He rushes and leans down to press kisses to your chest. He licks and sucks as he makes his way to your hardened peaks. He takes one in his mouth at a time, while his hand kneads and tugs at the other.
“Fuck Sy~” You moan quietly and he grunts in response. Your sweet voice melting him.
“So quiet for me baby, let me hear you.” He looks up at you from your breasts and bites harder, to get a reaction out of you. You squeal and squeeze your eyes shut.
“Mmm, there you go. Know I like to hear those pretty sounds.” He chuckles and continues what he’s doing, switching his mouth’s attention to the other nipple. You run a hand through his hair before gently tugging at it as you moan.
He moans against you and unlatches his lips. Sylus stands and looks over at the bowls of our dinner. “Mm, gimme a second baby…” He closes the lids fully and puts them in the fridge before returning to you.
“Where were we?” He smirks and he lifts you off the counter, leaving your bra and shirt behind as he carries you to your bedroom.
“Sylus, this is scary!” You laugh as he carries you over his shoulder up the stairs.
He laughs as well and lands a smack to your ass, luckily it’s still clothed. “Out of all things you could be scared of?” He chuckled as he opened the bedroom door, carrying you in and dropping you on the bed.
You instinctively cover your chest from his view, and he tuts in disapproval. “No baby, show me how pretty you are.” Sylus looks down at you as he pulls off his shirt, revealing his broad and built body that looks like it’s been crafted by gods.
He moves over to the edge of the bed where your legs lay, and he yanks you towards him, your arms flying out. You gasp and he smirks, “Let’s get these off you.” He glances down at your pants before he reaches in the hem of them to pull them down.
He yanks those off as well before moving to your panties, but he stops for a second. “Matching set today hm?” He runs his fingers along the red lace and you bite back a moan as his fingers barely brush your clit.
“Just wanted to look pretty…” You whisper.
“Mm, you’re always pretty. Gotta be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in every lifetime.” He gets down on his knees in front of you as your legs dangle over the edge of the bed.
You blush and he chuckles. “I mean it. You’re fucking beautiful.” He leans down and presses a feather-like kiss to your inner thigh, and you swear you see stars for a split second.
He slips his fingers into the waistband of your panties and looks up at you for approval, earning your nod. He continues and pulls them off you, the damp fabric sliding down your legs.
He discards them onto the floor before looking back up at the wetness between your legs. He moans lowly under his breath and feels his pants tighten even more than they were before.
“Everything about you is so fuckin’ pretty…” He yanks you more off the bed so he can reach you with ease.
He brings your legs to the sides of his head before leaning in and kissing gently against your folds, he closes his eyes as he tastes your bliss on his lips. Sylus’ eyes lock with yours as he pulls his lips away, and replaces them with tongue.
Licking a stripe up your heat he groans, his tongue slipping between your folds without meaning to, just because of your slickness. You moan and your head falls back against the bed, he chuckles against you before he laps at you. He sucks on your clit and devours you at the same time, a man of many talents.
“S-so fucking good…” He moans against you, the words vibrating with the deepness of his voice.
“Sy…” You moan and tangle your hands in his silver hair for the second time this night. He laps at you faster, bringing his fingers into the mix to prep you.
“You okay baby?” He smirks as he rubs his fingers along your wetness, his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. You nod eagerly and he watches you as he slips a finger in.
“Ah... Fuck.” You whine as he slides a slender finger inside you pumping a few times before sliding another in. You moan at the sudden fill, knowing you’re gonna be crammed in a few minutes.
“Doin’ so good pretty girl…” He assures you before leaning down and sucking your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out. Your moans grow progressively louder as you feel your body tightening.
“I…” You manage to get out and Sylus smirks.
“I know baby, I feel it. Let go for me.” He continues and reattaches his mouth to your clit.
Your back arches and you come undone on his fingers, you let out a sigh as he slows.
He withdraws his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste. “Always so good.” He mumbles and he slides his belt off, followed by the rest of his clothing. You were always surprised by his size even after nearly a year of being together, you gasp.
“Always so shocked, as if I haven’t fucked your brains out before hm?”He chuckles and strokes himself a few times while he watches you situate yourself higher up on the bed.
He smiles and slides himself on, hovering himself above you. His cock presses against your stomach and you feel the precum drip onto your skin. “What about you Sy?” You whisper and Sylus just shakes his head before he responds.
“I’m all about you sweetie, I’m turned on enough. Just need you. Can you do that for me?” He whispers and holds himself above you with both arms on either side of your head.
You nod and he nods back, leaning down to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t like the other ones you experienced today, it was more gentle and filled with love, and he didn’t rush it. Sylus smiles against your lips before pulling away, “In every lifetime.”
He whispers and you look at him with a bit of confusion but you know he’s sincere, and you repeat, “In every lifetime.”
Sylus smiles down at you before leaning over to reach for the drawer next to our bed. You watch him and he pulls out a condom, he moves back over to you and looks down at your body once more. “Sylus?” You speak up quietly, and he locks his eyes with yours.
“Yeah, baby?” He scans your face.
“Just… pull out?” You whisper and wince as you wait for his reaction.
He looks down at the foil before looking back at you. “Yeah? You sure baby?” He tilts his head, red eyes seeking yours as he waits. You nod and he nods before throwing the condom on the floor, not worried where it’ll end up. “So glad you asked, are you ready for me?” He chuckles and leans back down giving himself space.
“Ready…” You look at him with a soft smile and he smiles back before sliding his thick member along your slit, to gather a form of lubrication. He gently nudges in, slowly, to make you comfortable with the stretch his tip gives you.
Sylus groans and nearly collapses on you as he feels your tight walls around his head, you wince in pain as he continues to nudge into you. He wraps his fingers with yours and eyes you. “I know baby, I know…” Kissing you on the forehead he whispers as he pushes nearly halfway in.
“It hurts…” You feel tears pricking your eyes, and he kisses them away.
“Want me to stop? I’m almost in, about halfway.” He whispers against your cheek.
You fight back the pain of his size and shake your head, “No…” He nods and pushes in a bit quicker in an attempt to not prolong your pain. He finally bottoms out and lets out a breathy moan, you moaning quietly with him.
You wrap your arms around his back, hoping he’ll stay still for a few seconds. Understanding you, he stills inside of you, allowing you to accommodate him. He twitches inside of you, fighting the urge to move and you feel yourself loosen.
You tap his back to let him know he can move and he grunts in relief. He pulls out a bit, slowly, and pushes back in. Sylus continues that rhythm as he feels you relax completely and hears your quiet moans. “Fuck…” He moans.
“There you go…” He kisses your neck before picking up his pace, your moans growing louder as he slams into you. He bites at your neck, leaving marks that the world can see and you drag your nails up his back. He hisses with the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
His hips ram into you, the sounds of your bodies and your moans filling the room. His pretty moans mix with yours and create a beautiful symphony of sound. Your stomach flips from his cock and the sounds you both make. He continues to slam into you, his balls slapping against you as he reaches down to rub your clit, never-ending your pleasure.
“Nngh.. Sylus~” You drag out a moan, and he chuckles. His pace quickens before tugging on your clit the same way he tugged on your peaks. You whine louder.
He pulls away from your neck and quickly slips his cock out of your pussy. You sigh at the emptiness but then he quickly flips you over onto your stomach and you yelp. He smirks and slaps your ass before pulling you onto all fours and slamming back into you. “Fuck there it is…”
“Agh!” You scream out as he fills you up instantly, feeling him ten times deeper, his swollen head rubbing your g-spot. “Sylus please…” You moan and he slams you back against him, bruising your hips with his fingertips.
“Taking me so fucking good baby… Such a slut for my cock aren’t you? Hmm?” Sylus talks dirty to you and slaps your reddened cheek once again. The stinging sensation fills your body and you whine louder. He rubs the spot he smacked and continues to fuck you like a ram gone mad.
“Sy… Close, I’m close.” The whisper out of your lips is barely coherent. He pulls you back and fucks you with your back against his chest.
“Mmm, me too baby… Fuck..” He holds you against him, the mirror above your bed, level with you as he forces you to look at yourself being fucked out of your mind. You practically see stars when you lock eyes with him in the mirror. Fighting the embarrassment you look away but he quickly forces your face back.
“Uh uh. Look at me, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you look. How I fill you up…” He bites your ear as he holds your face in his palm, forcing you to keep your eyes on the mirror. Your eyes drop down and watch as your stomach bulges.
His face reddens and his eyes darken as he nears his release. “Baby I’ve gotta pull out…” Sylus moans in your ear and squeezes your breasts in his hands. “Cum for me, come on…”
You moan louder as your walls squeeze around him, your body nearly explosion. He nods as he watches you, your legs beginning to shake.
“Give it to me, pretty…” He purrs in your ear and that was all it took for you to see stars. Your eyes slam shut and you cum on his cock. He moans and quickly pulls out of you before he comes inside of you.
He quickly turns you around and forces you on your knees. “Open.” He demands and you obey him immediately, desperate for his taste. He strokes his length for a second before finishing on your tongue.
You moan and close your eyes as his ropes shoot down your throat and on your tongue. Sylus’ crimson eyes shut as he groans, rope after rope. He twitches one, two times before stopping and he ruffles your hair. He chuckles and wipes your lips of his cum, sticking his finger in your mouth.
“Such a good girl for me…” He pulls you up to your knees in front of him and he kisses you tenderly, his softening cock against your skin. He pulls away and lays you back down, pulling the blanket over you.
Getting off the bed he quickly leaves and grabs a wet cloth, he returns and cleans between your legs before wiping himself. Sylus then throws the cloth into the waste bin and gets under the covers with you, pulling you to him.
He lays your head on his chest and runs his fingers along your skin, feeling himself get sleepy. “Mmm, that was better than any dinner…” He mutters and you mumble in agreement.
“I love you…” You whisper against his chest, and he smiles warmly down at you.
“I love you in every lifetime,” Sylus whispers back and kisses your head before drifting off to sleep.
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Disclaimer: All stories contain strong language & mature content!
mini masterlist – a collection of small drabbles
⏤ S E R I E S:
↳ PROHIBIDO. | brother’s best friend au | fluff, angst smut
synopsis; Namjoon is an art himself. Shame that he’s forbidden - he’s your brother’s best friend. And your colleague..
chapters: index | completed
⏤ O N E – S H O T S:
↳ BELLISSIMA | parents au | fluff, smut
synopsis; once your husband finds the meaning behind your rejection, he’s having none of it
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤ O N E – S H O T S:
↳ A PLAN | friends with benefits au | fluff, smut
synopsis; You’ve a plan — trying to dominate your extremely dominant roommate who also happens to be your friend with benefits.
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤ D R A B B L E S E R I E S:
↳ MY TINY SECRET | unexpected pregnancy, mistress au | angst, smut
synopsis; Pretty face doesn’t make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that.
chapters: index | completed
⏤ S E R I E S:
↳ AWAY FROM YOU | divorce au | fluff, angst, smut
synopsis; Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it’d be. Especially when you’re having a two year old toddler.
chapters: index | ongoing
drabbles
↳ MONACHOPSIS | fluff, smut, angst, mini series
synopsis; After receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises
chapters: index | ongoing
↳ LOVE LOCKDOWN | zombie apocalypse, enemies to lovers | angst, smut, fluff
synopsis; It started with a supposed virus all around the world. It continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.
chapters: index | ongoing
⏤ O N E – S H O T S:
↳ NEXT DOOR | neighbor au | fluff (?), smut
synopsis; Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.
chapters: 01 | completed
↳ STAY HIGH | exes au | fluff, angst (?), smut
synopsis; You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤ S E R I E S:
↳ HOPE WORLD [ON-HOLD] | enemies to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut
synopsis; You’ve decided to try dancing class, but the one who teaches you how to dance actually hates you.
chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | ongoing
⏤ O N E – S H O T S:
↳ THE BOSS | boss!reader | fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst
synopsis; In the middle of important business meeting, Hoseok spreads his mouth free and it almost costs you one of the greatest business deals. You’ve to remind Hoseok who’s the boss.
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤ S E R I E S:
↳ ONE TIME THING [ON-HOLD] | best friend’s boyfriend au | fluff, angst, smut
synopsis; What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?
series masterlist
⏤ O N E – S H O T S:
↳ ADAYWITHOPPA | smut, fluff
synopsis; adaywithoppa is a website where you can book a tour guide, what happens when you book one without you knowing?
chapters: 01 | completed
↳ ONLY YOU | single dad, best friends to lovers au | fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst
synopsis; You’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad
chapters: 01 | completed
↳ SUCKER | vampire au | smut, angst
synopsis; You wish you’d pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn’t have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤O N E – S H O T S:
↳ CHEATER | cheater au | angst, smut
synopsis; Ten proofs you got to find out the truth but you were too blind in love to see.
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤ S E R I E S:
↳ DRUNK [ON-HOLD] | alcoholic au | fluff, angst, smut
disclaimer: this story contains alcoholism, strong language & mature content [do not read it if you’re sensitive about alcoholism]
synopsis; You fell in love with Jeongguk so hard thinking he’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But there’s a one catch – he’s an alcoholic.
chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | ongoing
↳ MUTUAL HELP | fake dating, best friends to lovers au, slow burn | fluff, angst, smut
synopsis; In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires - he calls it a mutual help
synopsis; Being independent while living the harsh reality of adulthood is sparked by arrogance in the form of the most infuriating man you’ve ever met.
chapters: index | ongoing
↳ FOR ME | dilf au, enemies to lovers au, neighbors au | fluff, angst, smut
synopsis; A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk
⏤ O N E – S H O T S:
↳ SLEEPOVER | best friend’s brother au | fluff, smut
synopsis; Jeongguk is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?
chapters: 01 | completed
⏤ D R A B B L E S:
↳ STRAWBERRY LIPS | professor au | fluff, smut
synopsis; it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot
