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⋆˚ hihi i’m toni; she/her; 20s

⋆˚ i am currently not taking requests. i do plan on taking them when i get a little less busy with classes :)

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HI HI MY CUTIE HAPPY VALENTINES DAY HEHE

HIHII MY LOVELY HAPPY VALENTINES DAY <33

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⋆˚꩜｡watching fireworks with sukuna on nye

“hurry up, the fireworks are gonna start soon!” you’re practically dragging the tall man out the apartment door as you whine. “if we don’t find a good spot to watch the fireworks, you’ll be making your own food next year.”

for someone who has been around as long as sukuna has, new year eve is just another night for him. he thinks staying up all night just to watch a few fireworks go off in the sky or kissing when the clock strikes midnight, it all seems so stupid to him. 

but sukuna couldn’t tell you the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon so your threat was very much effective. 

so he follows. grunting and mumbling behind you. 

you two manage to find a decent spot to watch the fireworks that will welcome the new year. the cold air bites at your nose and you snuggle your face further in the scarf you’ve got around you, before glancing to your side. 

sukuna has his brows slightly furrowed, his mouth blowing visible hot air out, as if he was smoking. he doesn’t look very pleased to be here and scowls when you teasingly nudge at his side, chuckling at the pink haired man. 

but the frown doesn’t stay on his face for long. 

when the crowd starts the count down, chanting loudly, sukuna looks at you. watching you practically hopping in your place next to him, as you yell numbers. when the fireworks go off, he’s still looking at you, your face lighting up with such excitement as the night sky is full with bursts of colours. red, green, yellow. 

sukuna’s still got his eyes on you, even when you poke him with your elbow, gesturing to a huge firework but he doesn’t look at them. his eyes stay on you, your contagious smile causing him to bite back his own but he’s unsuccessful. 

maybe he didn’t mind standing in the freezing cold if it meant he’d get to see you smiling like that, next to him. 

divider credits to @/cursed-carmine

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jjk men when their partners pass out due to painful cramps

author’s note: this is oddly specific but enjoy! :3

including: nanami, gojo, geto, yuji, megumi, toji and sukuna.

nanami

doesn’t outwardly show that he’s panicked but the way his jaw tenses and brows furrow give it away

immediately checks if you’re breathing just in case he needs to call an ambulance

once again is effortlessly efficient so by the time you’re awake he’s got a water bottle, some pain medication and glass of water ready for you

“please don’t hide how bad the pain gets, my love.”

gojo

for a split second, his heart nearly stops because this hasn’t happened before and panic flashes across his face

then as he scoops you up, he masks his worry with a little grin, “wow, didn’t know i was that good at making people faint.”

he lays you gently on the bed but the smile fades a little as he presses a hand to your cheek

“you scared the hell outta me, babe.”

geto

the concern is evident on his face but similar to nanami he keeps his composure

he kneels beside you and checks your breathing before moving you with steady hands

settles you somewhere comfortable like on the couch or bed, his voice gentle as you stir awake

“you’re safe but please don’t push yourself like that again.”

yuji

freaks the heck out. i’m talking full panic mode activated

instantly by your side, fumbling to check your breathing with tears pooling in his eyes

relief hitting him but still doesn’t stop fussing as he’s lifting you into bed, rushing back with water and painkillers

“please tell me when it gets this bad. i don’t ever want to see you like that again.”

megumi

his calm never falters but the way his jaw tightens betrays him and he’s at your side in an instant, steady hands catching you before you can hit the ground

settles you onto the bed, tucking a blanket over you and setting a glass of water nearby

doesn’t hover or panic, just stays planted beside you, his hand wrapped around yours until your eyes flutter open

“don’t scare me like that again.”

toji

you’re mid sentence, groaning about how especially painful your cramps are today, when he just hears a thud

immediately he’s at your side, cursing under his breath as he picks you up off the floor

he lays you down on the bed with surprising gentleness, muttering about how reckless you are

“you should’ve told me it was this bad”

sukuna

kinda irritated at first (i’m sorry)

his voice dripping with contempt as he scoffs at the pathetic fragility of human bodies

but scoops you up in one movement and makes you comfortable in bed, waiting by your side until you wake up but he’s mumbling profanities the entire time

while you’re tucked under a blanket, he’s massaging your abdomen with his hand, helping reduce the discomfort of the cramps (still has a scorn on his face but he likes the closeness)

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jjk men when their partners are on their period (pcos vr)

author’s note: this one’s a little self-indulgent since mother nature decided to pay me a visit today T^T i honestly forgot how painful cramps could get crying fr so here’s some comfort writing to make myself (and maybe u too) feel a bit better!

including: nanami, gojo, geto, yuji, toji, megumi and sukuna.

nanami

personally, i feel like nanami would be Mr Reliable™. he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, he just quietly makes sure you’re taken care of. he understands how irregular cycles can mess with your mood, and if you’re short-tempered from all those damn hormones, he’d never take it personally. he just lets you vent and adapts effortlessly, never making you feel guilty.

i can also see him encouraging lifestyle changes with you so you’re not doing it alone, maybe taking a yoga class together or going jogging or even trying out a pcos-friendly diet (idk y’all, something with lots of protein? pfft, i still haven’t figured out one that works for me T^T). he’d stick to it right alongside you, because it’s easier to build those habits when someone supportive is at your side.

nanami would absolutely sit in on doctor’s appointments too, just to make sure you’re properly heard and not brushed off. so no doc we will not be slapping a few birth control pills on the table and calling it a day >:(

his calm presence is grounding. on days you can’t get out of bed, he’d simply draw you into his chest, stroking your hair while murmuring in that soothing but firm tone, “rest. i’ll take care of everything else.”

gojo

he teases at first, of course. gojo leans against the doorframe with that signature grin, tossing out a playful, “oh, babe, you’re tougher than sukuna. don’t let some cramps take you down.” but the moment he sees you curled up in pain, your breathing shallow and strained, the smile fades. his whole demeanour shifts in an instant.

suddenly he’s serious, fussing with your blankets and fluffing pillows until you’re surrounded in a cocoon of softness. he makes sure there’s a glass of water on the nightstand, your painkillers within reach and a mountain of snacks by your side (he definitely goes overboard, but the effort is endearing).

also because he’s gojo, he shows up with both a long pink rabbit-shaped hot water bottle and a heating pad, declaring that you should have options. he doesn’t stop there either, using his infinity to hover the heating pad against your stomach or lower back so you don’t even have to hold it yourself. he smirks like he’s just invented the ultimate comfort hack while you finally start to relax, warmth sinking into the ache. is voice dips softer then, teasing without bite, murmuring reassurances as you drift in and out of rest.

(ps: if sukuna ever had cramps this bad, the entire world would be doomed. either that, or he’d just be doubled over and groaning in pain like the rest of us :D)

geto

he notices everything. the second your energy dips and the faint wince that escapes your lips when you shift as you curl up on the couch, or the way your shoulders slump a little heavier when fatigue sets in. he catches it all before you even say a word and before you know it, he’s already draping a blanket over your shoulders. setting a mug of something warm in your hands. like spearmint tea, or green tea with a spoonful of honey. he has a hot water bottle ready too, tucking it over your lower abdomen beneath the blanket you’re cocooned in.

he’s a natural caretaker, always gentle and soothing, brushing strands of hair from your face as he checks in on you. when the pain drags on longer than usual, especially into the night, he never grows impatient. instead, when the pain is intense or the exhaustion feeling heavy on your body, he’ll adjust his whole evening without a second thought, choosing to stay beside you rather than leave you alone.

his voice low as he reminds you it’s okay to slow down and rest, to let him spoil you a little more than usual. he calls you beautiful even on the days you feel anything but that, when all the bloating makes you insecure. his voice is steady and grounding you when your body feels like it’s working against you. with geto, comfort feels almost effortless, like he was built for it.

(sobbing cus i’ll never experience this)

yuji

at the start, poor boy is a whirlwind of panic the moment he realises how much pain you’re in. he hovers by your side blurting out a hundred questions in one breath, “do you need a pack of heating pads? or maybe chocolate? should i run to the store? extra blankets?” he looks so frantic you almost laugh despite the cramps, and though he’s clumsy at first, his worry is nothing but genuine.

though, over time, yuji learns. he’s endlessly patient with you, gently pressing the heel of his palm against your lower abdomen where the ache gnaws the worst, or rubbing soothing circles until the pain eases a little. at night, when sleep refuses to come, he curls up behind you, wrapping you in his warmth and murmuring little reassurances into your hair until your breathing finally slows.

when fatigue leaves you stuck in bed for hours, hot water bottle hugged to your stomach, yuji throws himself into your chores without complaint. dishes or laundry, he attacks them with his usual unstoppable energy so you can rest without worry. with your unpredictable cycle and the exhaustion PCOS drags along with it, he’s quick to find ways to brighten your day, cracking ridiculous jokes. on the days when your body feels bloated or when insecurity whispers its cruel lies, he simply pulls you closer. his arms close around you with unshakable certainty, his voice a low, gentle promise against your hair, “i love every part of you, always will”

toji

his actions always spoke louder than his words. the first thing he’d do is toss a hot water bottle at you with a mutter to “use it” like it was just an afterthought. but ten minutes later, he’d be behind you in bed, his body heat wrapping around you as his huge hand pressed against your stomach, rubbing slow, steady circles with a gentleness you wouldn’t expect from him. his touch is firm and warm, easing the sharp edge of the cramps, grounding you when the pain makes your body tense and curl in on itself.

toji pretends he doesn’t care, rolls his eyes at your groans, mutters under his breath when you whimper, but he’s also the one scooping you up effortlessly when you can’t even stand straight, carrying you to bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he’s the one tugging the blanket over you, making sure the heating pad hasn’t slipped, and making those late night trips to the convenience store in the middle of the night when your cravings hit, only to return with an armful of snacks you didn’t think he’d remember.

when insecurity creeps in and frustration makes you teary, he shuts it down immediately. a low grunt and a blunt, “still perfect to me” and then he’s dragging you into his chest, your head tucked under his chin, holding you close like he’s daring you to argue with him. toji’s love is never wrapped in pretty words, but in the small, steady ways he shows up for you.

megumi

he doesn’t need to ask what you need, he notices before you even open your mouth. the smallest wince when you shift in your seat, the way your arms wrap protectively around yourself, or how your eyes linger just a second too long on the heating pad in the corner. he picks up on all of it without you saying a word. without any fuss, he plugs in the heating pad, sets it gently against your stomach, and drapes a blanket over your shoulders with a soft, matter-of-fact touch. moments later, he sets a steaming mug of tea on the table and presses a couple painkillers into your palm, not speaking, just waiting patiently until you take them.

when the pain sharpens and your face pinches, he’s right there beside you, steady as ever. if you drift into sleep, he doesn’t move away. instead, he sits quietly, a book balanced in one hand while the other laces with yours. sometimes his fingers slip into your hair, stroking slowly in a rhythm so gentle it lulls you deeper into rest.

he’s already done the research, spent hours quietly scrolling through medical journals, home remedies, vitamins, diet tips, anything that might ease the weight of PCOS symptoms. but he never overwhelms you with it. instead, when the timing feels right, he mentions them softly, offering each one as a choice, not an expectation. “i read this might help,” he’ll murmur, eyes flicking to you to gauge your reaction. “but only if you want to try.” there’s no judgment in his voice, no pressure, only a quiet kind of care that makes it clear he’d do anything to shoulder the pain if it meant you could rest easier.

sukuna

sukuna always pretends he couldn’t care less, rolling his eyes whenever you double over in pain. “pathetic,” he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. “human bodies really are worthless” but the moment he notices you’ve barely eaten all day, he’s in the kitchen, slamming pots around as though cooking for you is the greatest inconvenience of his existence.

when you weakly protest, murmuring that you don’t feel like eating, his temper flares instantly. “shut it,” he snaps, looming over you with a glare. “you think starving yourself is going to help? sit up.” he makes you lean against the headboard, thrusts the bowl into your lap and when you still hesitate, he digs the spoon in and feeds you himself. his mouth is curled in a scowl the entire time, muttering about how infuriating you are, but his sharp eyes gleam with satisfaction each time you swallow a bite.

when bloating leaves you self-conscious, you make the mistake of voicing it aloud. his response is immediate, cruel on the surface. “shut your damn mouth. you’re mine. every inch of you. and you’re perfect the way you are.” the words are harsh, almost a growl, but the way his hand grips your thigh, firm and grounding, betrays what he really means.

when the cramps hit so hard you can barely breathe, sukuna’s patience runs out. with a grunt, he hauls you into his lap, your protests ignored. his body radiates heat like a living furnace, his chest solid under your cheek as he wraps an arm around you. he strokes lazily down your back, pretending not to notice the way you cling to him. “pathetic little thing,” he mutters, though his touch never falters. “but you’re mine. so i’ll put up with this.”

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SUGURUCOATED IS SO CUTE AHHH I LOVE IT

THANK YOU MY LOVELY <33 HEHEH

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url change hmm hmm

edit: i did it! 195mg -> sugurucoated

my nsfw is now a sideblog @195mg

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hi omgosh i hope everyone’s havin a lovely christmas <3 or lovely winter holidays~~

if I severely get sidetracked and forget to open tumblr again I wish everyone an amazing 2026 <33

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I saw ur ask on v1x3n's page and clicked on your account and I wanted to say ur theme is so cutieeeee <333

Why thank you lovely anon <33 hehe :3

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V'S VICTIMS

motel6 has no vacancy! the rooms are once again filled with fresh meat new guests ♡ check out the unlucky 13 who are staying here right now ⤵︎

sukuna x afab!reader by @195mg - smut one-shot

owed karma by @noyaswrld - toji angst drabble

a real housewife by @arigato-rei - satoru fluff drabble

only a dream by @bambismoon - sukuna one-shot (but part of a larger series!)

ignoring bf!sukuna by @starspenxcie - light angst, fluff, & smut drabble

miss conway, with love by @hellowoolf - 1930s long one-shot with fluff, some angst, and smut

when something calls by @pomegranate-nectar - long heian era sukuna oneshot with smut

burnt out baby by @ryomensbby - fluffy one-shot

sukuna and his lullaby by @himezoro - heian era sukuna fluff drabble

texting frat!kuna by @softerroring - silly and fluffy smau

sukuna embarrassing himself by @weirdergirlbrina - fluffy drabble

hate fucking by @kentocentric - husband!nanami smut drabble

reversal by @discodancemc (ao3) - gojo smut one-shot

make sure to read the individual content warnings on each fic!

i said i was going to do a rec list each week then completely fell off i am so sorry, but i will really do my best to do this as often as i can :3 things have just been hectic and i haven't had all time i want to read lately

anyways, these are fics that i just think deserve love ♡ 🗡

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19:39 | SUKUNA (JJK) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, USE OF N1PPLE CLAMPS, R1DING, SUKUNAS STOMACH MOUTH, N1PPLE PLAY, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

A sharp gasp escapes you as he secures the second clamp. Your chest rises against the sudden sting, the burn biting deep. Sukuna only smirks, eyes glinting with cruel amusement as his nails drift lazily across your trembling skin. Each drag leaves a trail of fire, another shiver racing down your spine.

“Pathetic…” he drawls, voice low and heavy. His gaze lingers on your reaction. “And I’ve barely even started.”

You whimper when his finger hooks the chain connecting both clamps. The subtle tug of the metal makes your nipples throb under the weight of his touch. Heat floods your chest, your body betraying you as you instinctively lean in, palms pressing to his naked thighs while you kneel before him.

Sukuna tugs you closer, the chain twisting around his index finger, each little shift pulling a fresh jolt through your chest. He watches the way your breath stutters, his lips curling as if savouring the weakness he draws out of you.

“Look at you,” Sukuna mutters, giving the chain a sharper tug. The sound that escapes you is half-whimper, half-plea, your thighs pressing together as if you could contain the ache building low inside. His free hand slides to your jaw, thumb brushing across your parted lips before pressing down, coaxing them open. The smirk never fades.

“On your knees, begging already… and I’ve only touched the surface.”

He doesn’t leave you there for long. With a firm pull on the chain, Sukuna drags you closer until you’re climbing onto his lap, your body moving before your mind can catch up. Your core settles over his clothed bulge, breathing hitching in your throat at the contact.

His finger releases the chain, leaving it to dangle against your bare torso. Both hands clamp onto your hips, and with a sharp pull he grinds up into you. A cry tears from your throat, his name on your lips, as your hands clutch at his forearms, steadying yourself against the force of him.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sukuna’s smirk widens, nails grazing the soft flesh of your hips.

You hum, half-nodding, shifting against him to chase more of that delicious friction, but Sukuna’s grip tightens, halting your movements.

“Not so quick…” he murmurs, pulling up ever so slightly. One hand slips to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down to reveal his cock, the mushroom tip glistening with a few drops of precum. You nearly moan as he drags the tip across your slit, the sweet friction on your clit making your legs tremble in anticipation.

“Careful… I might enjoy this more than you do,” Sukuna murmurs, his voice low,, sultry, and laced with a hint of menace.

You pull him closer by the arms, nails decorating crescents onto his skin. Your lips crash against his as you sink down onto his length. Just as you’re about to take him fully, he slams the rest of himself into you, making you cry out. Sukuna’s lips curl into another mischievous grin, and the cold metal of the clamps brushes against his bare torso.

He gets an idea.

His stomach mouth makes an appearance, the big tongue hooking onto the chain and tugging just enough to tease.

You’re still caught up in the sensation of him stretching you out, your hole clenching around his dick as it fills you completely.

You nearly yelp, falling forward onto his shoulder as your attempt to steady yourself. “Wha-” You gasp, tilting back but stopping just before feeling the tug of the clamps. Your gaze falls between your bodies. “Sukuna…” You whimper and the corners of his stomach mouth curl up, the chain still trapped on his tongue.

You hear him chuckle, but he says nothing. He lifts your hips, the chain tightening, the tug sharp and delicious on your nipples, before Sukuna slams you back down onto his cock.

“F-fuck…” you choke out, lifting your hips instinctively, then easing back down, riding the delicious stretch and pressure. It doesn’t take long before you find a steady rhythm, bouncing in Sukuna’s lap. His hands never leave your hips, and his tongue keeps the chain hooked, tugging just enough to tease.

“You’re making this too easy…” He murmurs, voice low and dripping with promise.

Heat pools deep inside your lower abdomen at his words, every tug of the chain and grind of his hips driving your body wild. You gasp, leaning forward instinctively, pressing closer to him, feeling every inch of him buried inside you.

Sukuna tightens his hands on your hips, holding you firmly in place as he rocks upward, each thrust sharp and commanding. The chain lightly bites your nipples with every motion, sending jolts of pleasure that make your knees tremble.

“Look at you,” he growls, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “So wet… and all for me.”

You whimper, arching into him, lost in the mix of pain, pleasure, and the delicious pull of the metal against your skin as you feel your climax build up inside you. His hands guide your movement, forcing you to ride him in time with every deliberate thrust.

“I’m- I’m… fuck, ffuck-” Breathless moans escapes your lips, your climax edging closer and the hot feeling in your lower abdomen threatening to wash over you.

Sukuna can barely get you to move with how tightly your walls clench around him. One of his hands snakes up to where the clamps were, cautious not to be too rough, and carefully removes them.

The instant the clamps come free, a rush of relief mixes with sharper, more intense sensitivity, sending electricity racing through your chest. He’s dropped the metal, but his thumb and index finger pinch one of your nipples. You cry out, hips jerking instinctively against him.

The pinch of his fingers makes you arch into him, every nerve alight with pleasure. Your hips jerk and grind against his, trying to chase the rising heat, but Sukuna holds you firmly in place, guiding each movement with precision.

“You’re so sensitive now,” he mutters, voice low and teasing. “Every little touch drives you wild…”

A shiver runs down your spine as his other hand drifts along your side, fingers tracing the curve of your ribs, pulling little gasps and whimpers from you. The mix of relief from the clamps and the sharp, deliberate touches keeps your body on the edge, every sensation amplified.

Your breathing comes in ragged pants, chest rising and falling as the pressure inside you builds unbearably. Hips press, walls clench, and the world narrows to the electric friction between your bodies.

When that knot inside you finally snaps, a rush of heat and electricity floods through your body. Your hips jerk against him, walls clenching, breath catching in desperate pants. Every nerve fires at once, a shiver racing from your core up to your chest.

Sukuna groans low, pressing his hands to your hips to guide you, keeping you riding him even as your body trembles. The chain tugs gently against your nipples, sharp sparks of sensation shooting through you, making your cries catch in your throat.

You collapse against him, trembling, as the aftershocks pulse through your abdomen, hips still quivering against his. He leans close, lips brushing your ear. “See? I told you… I enjoyed this more than you do.”

A/N - THIS WAS FOR KINKTOBER BUT I REWROTE IT CUZ I CAN :P

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i'll have you know that your ask inspired me and now i have to write about nerdtoru and the polaroid

EHEHEHE <33

in theory the idea of Polaroid nudes is just so HWAT hhngg

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hii gorgeous i missed seeing you in my notifs hehe 🫶🏽🫶🏽

om hihiii my lovely <33 how are u doin? ive been so busy with uni assignments lately so havent had much free time T^T

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K1NKTOB3R 2025

PROMPTS TAKEN FROM THIS POST.

FANDOMS INCLUDED: NCT (127 & DREAM), ATEEZ, EHYPEN, JUJUTSU KAISEN, LOVE AND DEEPSPACE.

ALL WORKS ARE AFAB!READER.

AUTHORS NOTE: MY FIRST EVER KINKTOBER AND IM SUPER EXCITED!! THANK YOU FOR READING! <3

1ST. NIPPLE CLAMPS X SUKUNA (JJK); 1.2k

3RD. UNIFORM KINK X HEESUNG (ENHYPEN); 0.5k

11TH: HANDJOB X HAECHAN (NCT); 0.4k

13TH: REMOTE CONTROL VIB X SYLUS (LADS); 1k

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i mean this in the nicest way possible, this isn't tiktok. you can say sex and kink without censoring it, you won't be nuked into orbit for doing so.

yes boss

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K1NKTOB3R DAY 13: REMOTE CONTROL V1B - SYLUS (LADS) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, USE OF V1BRATOR, PUBLIC S3X?, UNPROTECTED S3X, R1DING, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 1K

You feel the buzz come alive between your legs, the harsh vibration nearly causing you to double over the restaurant table. “Sylus!” You whisper-yell at the silver haired man while trying to maintain your posture.

Sylus just grins, tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches you squirm in your seat. 

The vibration presses right against your clit, and you worry that the nearby couple might hear, but when you glance their way, they’re too absorbed in their own conversation to notice you. You have to drop your cutlery on the table, covering your mouth with one hand as he changes the intensity of the vibrations. Your breath catches in your throat as you fight to swallow back a moan, thighs beginning to tremble.

Sylus leans back in his seat, phone resting casually on his thigh, finger lazily dragging up and down the screen as he controls the device. His eyes never leave you, and the smirk tugging at his lips makes it clear how much he’s enjoying this.

Just as you feel your orgasm building, that familiar tight knot forming and your breathing uneven, Sylus abruptly stops the vibrations. You sit up instantly, gasping for air, heat flooding your cheeks.

At that moment, the waiter appears, setting your main dishes on the table and giving you a slightly concerned look. “Is everything okay?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Sylus answers for you, sitting upright and casual, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “The appetizers were truly amazing.”

You take a shaky breath, trying to refocus on your plate, but it’s impossible to ignore the way Sylus’ gaze lingers on you, calm and almost predatory, as if he knows exactly what just happened. You steal a glance at him, cheeks still flushed, and catch the faintest curl of his smirk. “You really know how to ruin a perfectly good meal.” You mutter under your breath, half-teasing, half-shocked.

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing playfully. “Ruining it? Or making it unforgettable?”

You bite your lower lip, suddenly very aware of the quiet intimacy between you two in the midst of the bustling restaurant. The vibration may be off, but the tension hasn’t gone anywhere.

As you try to steady your fork, Sylus leans slightly closer, voice just above a whisper. “Don’t think this is over.”

The rest of the meal follows much the same pattern. Sylus teases you, cranking the intensity up and then dropping it whenever a staff member passes by to refill your drinks, clearly enjoying the sharp glares you shoot at him in response.

Meanwhile, you are slowly being driven to the edge, every teasing vibration and pause leaving you frayed, your pulse racing as you struggle to keep composed in public. 

By some miracle, you manage to keep your composure until the end of the meal, and even through the elevator ride, despite the lingering buzz of arousal that refuses to fade.

Sylus stands close behind you as he leans in to press the button for your floor, his lips brushing the side of your neck in a fleeting kiss that sends a shiver straight down your spine. You catch your reflection in the elevator doors, lips parted and eyes that won’t meet his.

It’s only once the two of you step into the quiet of the hotel room he’s booked for the weekend that the fragile control finally snaps. The door clicks shut behind you, and before either of you can speak, you grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss that’s been building all afternoon.

All the teasing must have awakened something in you, because you’re the one who pushes things further, guiding Sylus toward the bed with stumbling steps and breathless, hungry kisses. Your clit throbs for a touch that isn’t the vibrator still pressed against it, and once you’ve pushed him down onto the mattress, you strip away your underwear, the toy tossed aside with them.

There’s a shift in his expression when you climb on top, dress riding up to your thighs as you straddle him. Sylus has never seen that look in your eyes before, raw and impatient with hunger. 

You kiss him again, deeper this time, before trailing your lips down to his neck. You’re not usually one to leave marks, but the frustration of every denied orgasm has clearly flicked a switch inside you. So, you do exactly that. You kiss, then suck, then lick over the forming bruise, and when it isn’t dark enough, you go back to suck harder. 

Beneath you, Sylus grunts quietly, the sound caught somewhere between pleasure and pride at how undone you’ve become above him. His hands slide up your thighs, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin as his breathing deepens. “You really couldn’t wait, could you?” He asks quietly, eyes fluttered closed. His tone isn’t mocking, it’s something deeper, something that makes your pulse jump.

You lift your head, palms still pressed on either side of him. Your lips glisten, breath shallow, hunger still burning hot in your eyes. Sylus’s hands move from your thighs to his waistband, but before he can finish unzipping, you shift back and take over.

When you finally free his cock from his boxers, you don’t hesitate, sinking down onto his length like it’s exactly where you belong, especially after the teasing torture he put you through at the restaurant. A broken whimper slips from your lips, the slow drag of him inside you pushing your limits. Your head falls back, breath catching, every nerve alive.

You start to move, slow at first, steadying your rhythm as his hands tighten on your hips. Each shift draws a low sound from Sylus, one that makes heat crawl up your spine. He leans into you, clearly savoring every moment.

The room feels smaller somehow, every sound amplified, your breath, the rustle of sheets, the ragged noises he makes when your walls squeeze him. Your pulse races, every nerve alive to the friction, the closeness, the electricity between you.

Even as you move, your eyes meet his, and that smirk, both mischievous and hungry, tells you he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. Each pause, each shift, each teasing tilt of your hips draws a groan or grip from him, keeping you suspended in this heady tension.

You can feel the edge approaching, the world narrowing to just him, just you, and the heat between your bodies, the perfect taut moment before your orgasms washes over you.

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