⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀zuko has his face buried in the sweet delicacy that is your saccharine heated pussy. his hands are holding your thighs apart, his grip strong yet so loving. he is completely drunk on the taste of your syrupy slick, eyes glossed over with nothing but hunger and desire for his wife's sweetness.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"s-so good~" you whimper in that soft pretty tone that has his eyes rolling to the back of his head and for droplets of pre to drip down his reddened tip. his cock twitches when he hears you so shamelessly let those loud and cute whines spill from your lips, unbothered about whether or not anyone could hear you（though they very much could!）
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you tug on his silky hair when he starts to suckle on your puffy clit, your back arching off the mattress and more of those pretty moans echo through the chambers, only making his dick throb even more and he is practically humping the bed to ease some of the pleasure bubbling up inside of him.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀that pleasure just seems to build and build up inside of him, his balls tightening with each passing second and that familiar feeling coiling inside of him is nearly becoming unbearable. he reckons it's because it has been a while since he has been intimate with you, his noble duties getting in the way of being able to spend time with you. so he isn't entirely surprised but . . to be on the brink of orgasm from giving you head alone? now that is a first.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀and zuko being the man that he is is trying extraordinarily hard not to cream himself so that he'll be able to stuff you with his cock soon enough. but the louder your mewls grow and the more pathetic and dulcet they come out, he knows he will not be able to hold himself back much longer. and that comes true when you whimper so pathetically, "mmphh~ you're so good to me, zuzu."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he is groaning into your core, the vibrations of it sending shivers down your body as you clench around his tongue which only makes him croak out the most pathetic whimper you've ever heard. his face is flushed a soft crimson colour and he's still whining into your cunt, his hips jerking up into the sheets.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you're a bit confused by his reaction . . he's never been this way before and you're about to question him when he unlatches his lips from your wet folds and he presses his cheeks to your inner thighs, wearing the cutest pout ever. and he confesses before you can even ask, "i'm sorry, my love. i came just now."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you try your best not to giggle but it slips out anyway, zuko's face only growing redder. he hides his face into your pussy, giving little pecks to your core like he was apologising for finishing before you could. "may i continue? i cannot leave you dissatisfied." you coo at him sweetly, stroking his hair as he dives back in to savour on your candied slick. his dick begins chubbing up again upon hearing your soft whines, throbbing and aching terribly already . . oh spirits.
cw; afab anatomy but no pronouns used, Sylus and reader aren’t in a relationship at first, mentions of alcohol drinking, pwp, sex with feelings, missionary p in v sex, nipple play , fingering, kinda mc reader, but reader is a bartender. Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto cameo bc i love them.
The bar was busy tonight, full of drunken patrons as far as the eye can see. Working in the n109 zone meant you often dealt with societies worst, effectively draining your mind and body by the time you could clock out and go home.
After hours of hauling drunkards out and stopping bar fights, you were begging for the clock to speed up. This place was starting to suffocate you. It was always the same old routine with the same regulars having the same conversations and ringing up the same drinks. “Miserable” you bitterly thought to yourself, “just fucking miserable”.
But being bored was seen as a blessing in the n109 zone. You weren’t unaware of the underground crime that happened here, and you would take your boring bar job over being involved in any kind of shady business. It was all about making ends meet, even if it meant pieces of your soul were crushed in the process.
A new face caught your eye amongst the crowd of people, it was hard for him not to. His hair was a shock of white, messy and clashing with the black fabric of his tailored suit. The way he dressed suggested he didn’t belong in a place like this, but his natural aura spoke of dominance and power. He smoothly parted through the crowd like it was expected, turning heads on his way towards the bar.
The man didn’t bother sitting, instead laying his card flat on the table. “One bourbon. Neat, please.”
It took you a second to thaw out. His eyes were a piercing red, unflinchingly taking in your face while you rung him up. You gave the card back to him, eager to turn away from him and pour his drink.
When you came back with the glass, he seemed more lax, leaning against the bar and tapping his fingers to the beat of the music. You placed the glass in front of him, wiping your hands on your apron.
“Can i get you anything else?” You watched as he swirled the liquor around, his eyes briefly flickering to yours before he took it down in one gulp.
“I’ll take another actually. On the rocks this time. That last one was warmer than room temperature.” You wanted to scoff, ringing him up another drink.
“I assure you our supply is temperature controlled.” You muttered, turning back to him “do you want the ice crushed or whole?”
He smirked at you, leaning his cheek on his knuckles. “I think i’ll do whole. It’s fair to say the ice might melt before i ever get to drink it.” Was he pushing your buttons? You couldn’t tell, the only thing you did know was that you had 10 minutes left on your shift, too little time to sit and argue with this handsome stranger.
You stocked his cup full of ice, pouring the drink and handing it back to him. You crossed your arms, waiting to see what he had to say now.
The man drank it slower this time, sipping the bourbon like the sting of alcohol didn’t bother him. When he was done, he placed the glass back down, nudging it back to you. Another?
“That one was..better.” You picked up the teasing in his voice, and chose to bite your tongue. “How long have you been a bar tender? pouring a bourbon should be easy.”
“It can’t be that bad. You’re about to be on your third one.”
“I’m just giving my feedback. Doesn’t everybody improve through trial and error?”
“You’ll have to ask somebody else. My shift is done.”
Before you could suffer through another aggravating comment, you left him right there at the bar, clocking out and leaving your apron for the next guy.
Walking home, you noticed a crow cawing and circling over you, its eyes were weird and glowing red, with silver adornments glinting between the black feathers on its wings.
“This day just keeps getting weirder.” You watched as it flew away, seemingly satisfied with catching your attention.
Coming face to face with the white-haired man started to become less of a coincidence started feeling more purposeful. He frequented your bar often, taking up all the space in the room with just his presence.
He told you once that his name was Sylus, and that he was a successful fruit vendor from Linkon. A load of horse shit, of course. Being a fruit vendor didn’t call for fancy tailored suits and certainly didn’t explain the huge tips he started leaving you. But you didn’t question him on the matter. Simply serving him his drinks and going on about your day. At first he was another n109 zone slummer to you, just a super flashy one.
It didn’t occur to you that he was always here right at the tail end of your shift. He came in at the same time every Friday, ordering a different drink every visit. You noted that he had a more mature taste than most patrons, gearing towards heavier liquors like bourbon and gin. It was kind of refreshing to prepare something other than pints of beer and whiskey shots.
Making conversation with Sylus was strangely easy, he veiled information about his life that you didn’t bother asking him about, and you told him about the mundane tasks you had to work every day. You started to form a kind of friend-ship, enough to have a casual conversation without it feeling like forced customer service.
One night, he caught you on your way out. It was dark outside, as the city always was. He was leaning against a shiny black motorcycle, perching the helmet on his hip. Everything about him looked expensive, the leather he wore and the make of his bike told you he didn’t make an ordinary wage “fruit vendor my ass” you thought to yourself, nearing him out of curiosity.
“Hey,” you greeted him, stopping a few feet from where he stood. “You drive this thing after taking down three cups of gin? I should call the cops.” Obviously you were joking, the n109 zone was a lawless land.
“Of course not.” He smirked at you, placing the helmet on the seat of his bike so he could cross his arms, studying you. “You left before i could come in, so i haven’t had a single sip” you weren’t immune to his charm, and his words made something stir in your stomach.
“So you were waiting for me?”
He ignored the question, “I see you’re on your way out. Do you need a ride?”
“Haven’t you heard of stranger danger?”
“I’m not a stranger to you.”
Though it was true, the definitive way in which he said it felt like his words underlies something different. You dismissed the thought, waving him off instead.
“You don’t even have an extra helmet.” “Actually,” He chuckled, pulling the spare helmet he brought off of the handle of his bike. “I do. So, do you want the ride or not?” You briefly wondered if he hid it behind himself on purpose.
Taking the helmet from him, you slipped it on. It fit comfortably, and you flipped the visor up so you could see him clearly. “This feels a little planned.” Sylus said nothing at first, slipping his own helmet on. “I guess i was hoping to catch a little kitten before she went home tonight. After all, you never know whats lurking in the shadows.”
You couldn’t help the eye roll, clambering on behind him. He grabbed your wrist, fastening your arm around his waist. He held on tighter when he felt you stiffen, waiting until your other arm came around to hug him “Safety first, right?” He laughed at your disgruntled agreement, starting the engine and taking off.
Riding on the back of his bike was thrilling, the city turning into a faded blur behind the tint of the visor. You squeezed him tight when he would speed up, weaving through the traffic on the road, finally smoothly turning left onto your street.
The ride felt shorter than it should’ve been, and it almost flew over your head that he never asked for directions. A conversation for another day.
“Thanks.” You handed the helmet back to him, but he pushed it back, flipping his visor up so his eyes could meet yours. “Keep it. A gift from me to you.” You were speechless. Sylus revved the engine twice, like his own version of a goodbye. You still stood there as he drove off, looking down at the helmet in your hands.
A “one time thing” started to become an every day thing. Instead of visiting the bar for a drink every Friday, Sylus eased himself into the practice of being there every night, waiting for you in the parking lot and driving you home. You even started bringing your helmet with you to work, looking forward to your free ride, and- even though you would never tell him- you were starting to enjoy seeing him more often.
Months in, he let you into his world. He told you the partial truth about his work, about how he was into “protocore trading.” Undoubtedly illegal, but not an uncommon practice in a place like the n109 zone. You shrugged it off, choosing to remain impartial to that part of his life.
He started to invite you out on your days off, bringing you to various clubs in Linkcon that he owned and refining your palate with fine-dinning restaurant dates.
Being friends with Sylus felt natural. His teasing jabs started to feel more affectionate, and he was happy to take it slow, letting you warm up to him at your own pace.
One night, he invited you to come visit his condo. Instead of picking you up himself, he sent a black car with no license plates. In the driver and passenger seats were two boys wearing hoodies and matching bird masks.
They greeted you warmly, easing your anxiety a bit. The boys introduced themselves as Luke and Keiran, claiming they worked for Sylus. They looked like they were really close, even their mannerisms were almost identical. A charming detail you picked up on.
“Are you guys twins?” You buckled your seatbelt, swiping open the chat room you had with Sylus, and texting him you were on the way. The driver, Luke, answered first.
“Yeah, we are—.” Kieran interjected, turning from the passenger seat to face you. “The boss hasn’t told you about us?” He sounded a little distraught, so you decided to lie. “Pffft, Of course he has.” You fiddled with the phone in your hands, nervously smiling at him. “I’ve heard all about you two. You’re like, his favorite employees.” His hands flew up to his mask, sitting back in place to look at his brother. “Wow Luke, boss-man loves us for real!” Luke sighed in delight, starting the car and beginning to drive. “Did he tell you our birthday? Oh, oh, did he tell you Kieran’s favorite color?”
The rest of the ride was filled with questions about you and shared jokes. Before you knew it, you were at Sylus’s condo and feeling massively underdressed. He told you to dress comfortably, citing that the two of you would just share a meal in the comfort of his home tonight. But his home was huge, elegant and more modern than you expected given his taste for dark and gothic architecture.
You waved the twins goodbye as they drove away, leaving you alone. You knocked on the door, hearing it echo in still silence. Seconds passed before the door opened, Sylus standing there looking just as casual as you. He was wearing a grey knitted sweater and sweatpants, gold rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. It felt unusual to see him outside of his formal attire, but you liked this look on him better.
“You’re here.” He mused, stepping aside to let you in. “You better be hungry, sweetie. I made something special tonight.” You let him help you shrug your coat off, leaving your shoes on the welcome mat.
“I’m starving.” You looked around as he lead you to his dining room, taking in all the space he had to himself. “You live here? All by yourself?”
Sylus smiled, pulling the chair out so you could sit. “Thats why i brought you over. I could use some company.” He disappeared into the kitchen, coming back with two platters and setting them in front of you.
On one platter he had prepared steak and potatoes on the other, he had made some kind of charcuterie board. It smelled incredible, and you were thoroughly impressed.
“So the bossman can cook.” You commented, reaching to pluck some grapes off of the platter. He retrieved two glasses from his kitchen, pouring you both a serving of red wine.
“What? You didn’t think i could throw a little something together?” His eyes softened as you took the glass from him, swirling the wine around to catch the aroma.
“Wow, this is definitely the good stuff.”
“It’s the oldest bottle i have. Imported from the best vineyard in the world.” He picked up his own glass, and you clinked them together, each taking a sip at the same time. “I already guessed a bartender would know a good wine from smell alone. Whats your opinion on the taste?”
You kept his gaze, taking another sip from your glass. “It’s really good. I’m used to the cheap stuff we sell at the bar. Can’t really sell expensive stuff like this in that hellhole.” He seemed delighted, handing you your own set of silverware and gesturing towards the spread of food in front of you. "Dig in, sweetie."
So the night continued on, you and Sylus wined and dined and afterwards he gave you a tour of his condo, making a point to spend the most time in the guest bedroom, asking for your opinion on oddly specific things such as remodeling and wallpaper colors.
As the clock ticked by, you and Sylus decided to settle down in his bedroom to listen to music. You sat on his extravagant bed and he occupied his study, playing something on his record player that sounded like it came far before your time, yet weirdly recognizable in a way you can't describe.
You couldn't help but watch him tap his fingers to the symphony and nodding his head along with his eyes closed. The realization that you were here in his room, alone, struck a cord in your chest.
For a moment, warmth melted in your stomach. Daydreams of laying here with him, waking up to his warm body close to yours rushed to the forefront of your mind. Your eyes traced the planes of his face, from the elegant slope of his nose down to the inviting curve of his lips. Sylus was a beautiful man, and his personality didn’t fall short either.
Your heart lurched when his eyes opened, meeting yours. His lips curled into a soft smile, raising his eyebrows in interest. “You’re staring a little hard, kitten.” Scoffing, you looked away, feeling the skin of your cheeks start to warm. “I wasn’t staring.”
By now he had gotten up, lazily closing the distance between you. He sat next to you on his bed, studying your face closely. “Ah ah. I caught you. Theres no need to lie to me, sweetie.” His knee brushed against yours from where he sat, making you tense. The way he relished in your reaction told you it was intentional.
“Whatever.” You murmured, shifting back to create more distance between you, necessary for you to breathe. “-And stop calling me that.” He chuckled, so smooth and rich to your ears.
“Why? You don’t like it?” He was fully turned towards you now, but didn’t move closer. You exhaled, shifting in place. “We’re just friends, Sylus. I’m not your..‘sweetie’. “ For some reason it hurt to see him falter, but a man like him recovers quickly, composed before you could blink.
“I don’t see how that changes things” you stared down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. His hand encapsulated yours and he finally shifted closer. You could feel whispers of the heat his body radiated, so close but not close enough. Your mouth dried up.
Tentatively, Sylus's fingers ghosted over your chin, guiding you up to look at him. "Though I have to admit, it wouldn't bother me if we were something...more." he brought your knuckles up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, gazing into his half lidded eyes. He brushed his nose against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath over your lips, smelling faintly of the wine you had indulged in earlier.
Sylus's hand caressed your cheek, coming up to cradle your face. He just held you there, waiting for your next move. "I..I- I don't know what to say." you didn't pull back, instead leaning into his palm, closing the distance between you until your lips just barley brushed against his. "How about you ask me again..a little later"
You could feel the smile on his lips when you couldn't hold back anymore, kissing him slow and feeling him out. He responded with eagerness, his hand threading in your hair to pull you closer to kiss you even deeper.
When he pulled away, it was for barley a second. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him on top of you as you fell back onto the bed.
Sylus followed you with no hesitation. The two of you moved fluidly, brewing heat between your bodies with every touch and searing kiss. He broke from you to kiss down your neck, caging you under his body to assault your jaw and throat with sloppy kisses.
Your hand threaded through his hair, holding him steady as he nipped over your pulse point. You felt like you were out of breath, sighing his name while he rolled your shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the air.
"No bra, kitten?" a chuckle rumbled from Sylus's throat, muffled against your skin as he pressed his face into the valley of your breasts, his hair tickling you while he pressed kisses to your chest. "You're quite the minx, aren't you?" your quip back to him cut itself short when his hot mouth closed over one of your nipples. The wet suction made your body throb, arching against him to follow the pull of his mouth.
"It wasn't for you." you grit, squeezing your eyes shut when his teeth came down, grazing over the sensitive bud of your nipple. "You said 'dress casual and comfortable'. "
"I don't doubt it." he muttered, parting from you with a wet pop, barley giving you time to relax before he sucked the other one into his mouth. "But it's a wild coincidence that this is how we ended up," you shuddered, melting into his hands as they scaled your body, warm and rough over your stomach, tracing the band of your pajama pants before he slowly, slowly eased his hand under the waistline, cupping your pussy into his palm.
" and I suppose this isn't for me either, right?" his middle finger traced over the line of wet heat sticking to the fabric over your pussy. His featherlight touch caught your clit firm enough to make you react. You spread your legs out of need, un obstructing his path.
"you're so infuriating." Sylus's eyes flickered up to yours, his lips still rubbing kisses into the sensitive swell of your breast. He smirked up at you, his own cheeks tinted red with the passion of his own arousal.
"I'll be always be the bad guy, until I give you what you want." his hand, still hidden and pressed against you, pushed your panties to the side.
You choked back a moan as they stroked up and down the wetness of your slit, tracing over your clit using the fluids of your sex. His fingers slid inside you in a pair, easing into you with no resistance. Your hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he curled his fingers up, flicking them into the spongy surface of your g-spot.
Even through all the layers, you could hear the way your pussy weeped for him, sopping wet and messily sucking his fingers with every pull. You could only gasp his name between a string of curses, your mouth falling agape as his thumb rubbed over your clit, the pad of his digit circling rough, tight circles over the sensitive bud.
"Still think I'm 'so infuriating'?" through his teasing, you could hear the note of desperation hanging from his words. You tried not to look into his eyes, looking away and pulling him closer instead, your legs trembling with the tremors of your orgasm.
"y-yes you a-are, agh!" With one final, precise stroke of his fingers inside you, you came undone, unraveling onto his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he kissed you, hot and unrelenting as you rode out the waves of electric euphoria until they slowed down into dull aches.
Your legs jittered with sensitivity as he pulled his hand out from your pants, soiled with the creamy white residue of your orgasm.
He offered you a bit of mercy, allowing you to catch your breath while he cleaned his fingers off. You could see his erection through his sweats, heavy and bobbing with every move he made. His sized seemed intimidating, thick and clearly outlined through the fabric.
“Are you going to tell me that you aren’t staring again?” His voice had deepened into a sensual rasp, gulping when you noticed that one of his eyes glowed a fascinating red.
Sylus crawled back over you, dragging your pants and soaked panties off in one trip. He took his own sweater off too, the heat of your lust was starting to feel like you were suffocating.
He pulled his sweats down to kick them off, revealing his cock, rock hard and slapping against his abdomen. The tip looked wet, weeping with precum and throbbing from the exposure.
You let him spread your legs again to welcome him in, whimpering as his length brushed up against your entrance.
“Don’t look so scared, sweetie” Sylus grabbed his cock in his hand, sliding the tip over your wetness, collecting as much of your fluid as he could. He groaned from the soaking heat, spewing more drops of precum from the anticipation of being inside you.
“I’m not scared.” Your heart thrummed hard in your chest, but you didn’t waiver, scooting downwards so you could meet him, feeling how stiff his manhood was against you, thick and heavy, and promising to absolutely wreck you.
“What a brave little kitten.” Sylus lined himself up properly before starting to press himself into you, exhaling ragged breaths with every inch of him that your sloppy pussy sucked in, throwing him into a haze of warm, wet, heat.
You grimaced as he bottomed out inside of you, sliding in so easily yet stretching you open to accommodate him. It was almost a tight fit, your thighs starting to shake as his fingers came down to tease your clit again, drawing more fluid from your walls.
Sylus reeled his hips back, slowly and with intention. He kept his rhythm over your clit, easing you into taking him comfortably. Your fingers dug into his biceps for support, leaving red wilts on the surface of his milky skin.
“Try to relax, sweetie.” He moaned out his reassurance, snapping his hips hard every once in a while to check if you were prepared. With every push forward into you, your breath left your lungs, sparks of pleasure radiating through your body from your pussy. Your walls clamped tight around his cock.
“Just move.” A half hearted demand, distracted by looking down to watch the way his body slid over yours. You caught glimpses of where the two of you connected, his length pushed and pulled inside of you, wet with the fruits of his efforts.
He sunk down onto his elbows, face to face with you while his body rolled into you, the slick sounds of his skin meeting yours filled the room, his forehead resting on yours while your hands gripped his shoulders. He closed his eyes, giving into you and fucking you faster, harder than he was before.
“Don’t say i didn’t try to hold back.” He growled, lifting himself so he could look into your eyes, never once stopping his pace. “You know I only give you what you ask for.”
Sylus’s hands came down to anchor themselves on your waist, holding you down while he fucked into you without restraint. The pressure over the tight heat in your core drove you crazy, the only thing coming out being half-witted babbles of his name.
Sylus wasn’t much better, strings of praise fell from his lips, his brows furrowed with the strain of keeping himself together. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead, sweat lining his skin as he worked himself into you, watching you as your face contorted and your body arched for him, your hands gripping the silk sheets underneath you in a futile attempt to stabilize yourself.
Sylus grabbed the underside of your knees, pulling them as far apart as he needed, coming down to lick a strip from your collar bone to your ear, nipping your lobe. “Tell me now,” he grunted, biting into the flesh of your neck, leaving a bright red mark in his wake. “Do you think, ngh- do you think we could still be friends after this?”
You would’ve laughed in his face at the ridiculous question if he wasn’t inches deep inside of you, his cockhead dragging on every nerve your poor pussy had to offer. Instead you feebly brought his lips to yours, kissing him between moans and forced gasps, swallowing his tongue, a good way to shut him up.
Your orgasm blindsided you, the violent torrent of pleasure crashed over your senses, leaving your body reeling as your nerves ignited. Your nails dug into Sylus’s back, holding him still as he fell over the edge right after, thrusting into you a few more times as his spend spilled into you.
Your bodies trembled with sensitivity, the two of you hesitant to pull away from each other.
After a few moments passed, Sylus pulled out of you, his cock slipping out with a slick, wet sound. Your body was still thrumming, too spent to move. You watched in silence as Sylus stood, retrieving a towel from his in-suite bathroom.
He wiped you down with the damp towel, cleaning you both up and tugging the top layer of soiled sheets off of the bed.
When he was done, he collapsed next to your exhausted body, bringing you over to rest your head on his chest, wrapping his arm around your back to rub your shoulder. He said nothing, simply watching you come back down in silence.
You looked up at him with glossy eyes, allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his embrace. He leaned down to kiss you once, stroking your cheek with a sudden tenderness.
A few more beats of silence.
“You never answered my question.”
“Hmm?”
“Would you still call us..friends?”
You said nothing at first just to mess with him, grabbing a pillow from behind you and playfully whacking him over the head with it.
“I think we can both say, we’re a little more than just friends.”
synopsis: What happens when they wake up to you having a dirty dream?
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: dj-ing and a bit of somno with Zayne, penetrative sex with Sylus, dry humping with Valko
ZAYNE
Zayne isn’t a very heavy sleeper.
He supposes its a side effect from the many sleepless nights he spent studying, and the even longer nights he'd spent on call during the earlier time in his career. Nevertheless, most sounds are likely to wake him up. He's used to it.
What he isn't used to is waking up to your quiet moans.
When he first blinks awake, he thinks you might be masturbating. Not that he has an issue with that, but he would have hoped you'd wake him if you were feeling needy. It's only once his eyes focus in the dark does he realize you're fast asleep.
"Z-Zayne..." You moan quietly, squirming against the sheets. He leans over, unsure if he should wake you or simply let you enjoy what is clearly a very pleasurable dream.
"P-please let me cum..." You whine, head tossing. A smirks tugs at his lips. It's just like you to be dreaming of such a punishment. Still, he's not that evil.
He slips his hand under your waistband slowly, trying not to be make a comment about just how soaked you are. Instead, he circles your clit just the way you like, pulling another quiet moan from your lips.
"Oh..." You sigh, relaxing at his touch almost immediately. He quickens his pace, reveling in the way you start to moan louder. Clearly, whatever he was doing in your dream pales in comparison to the real thing.
You whine when you cum, thighs pressing together as if to shy away from the pleasure. He works you through it, eventually pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off with his tongue.
"Taste good?" Your sleepy tone is all too pleased, already moving lower, between his legs. When he nods, you grin eagerly.
"Now, allow me to return the favour."
SYLUS
Sylus has always been very attuned to your needs, particularly your desires. The things you crave so very much. It's why, even while fast asleep, he knows what you want.
He's already smirking the moment he feels your hand on his arm, nudging him awake. He peaks an eye open, your hopeful expression already tugging at him.
"Everything alright, sweetie?" His arm tightens around your waist, holding you closer. Your mouth opens, then closes, as if you can't quite believe you're about to say this.
"Use your words." He murmurs, already pulling you over to straddle him. Your panties are soaked through, the thin fabric of his boxers making it obvious.
"I had a dream about you..." Your hands run up and down the muscle of his abdomen, making him shiver as he watches you grow bolder.
"And what was it about?"
"Sorta like this...but you were doing all the work." You smile just a little coyly, and it makes Sylus's heart skip a beat.
"What a surprise." His tone is pure sarcasm, already freeing his cock and pulling your underwear aside to help you sink down on him.
Your brows knit in pleasure instantly, hands braced on his chest. He holds you up easily. It's both cute and arousing to watch you ride him. So determined, all while your legs tremble from the pleasure.
"Is this how it went in your dream?" He grins, hips snapping up and making you gasp out his name. You shoot him a glare, which only makes it harder.
"There-there was one more thing. You were wearing a gag."
"Is that so? Well, I'd hate to disappoint."
VALKO
Valko wakes up to a familiar smell.
It's not one he's used to smelling in the night, but he knows it very well. So when he feels your hips rock against his thigh, he puts the pieces together quickly.
You're dreaming.
For a moment, he wonders if he's the cause of the pleasure etched on your sleeping face. He hopes so, otherwise this would be a very awkward few minutes.
"V-Valko..." You sigh, body pressing even closer to him. It's hard to contain his grin, the scent of your neediness stirring his own desires.
As if sensing it, your hips still, then your eyes blink awake. Disorientations clears after a few seconds. Your lips press together, both embarrassed and still needy.
"Don't be shy. Was it a good dream?" He really is asking, making you bury your head in his shoulder and whine.
"I didn't cum..." You mumble. He expected as much, large hands gripping your hips and manhandling you over to straddle him. His bulge is pressed right against your clit, making you gasp.
"I can fix that?" He's already grinding against you, making you melt into him, still half asleep but already desperate to cum.
"Is th-this how it went in your dream?" He huffs, finding your lips and pressing a messy kiss to them. You nod into it, fingers sinking into his hair to keep him close.
your ex used to say that you were “too loud” during sex… but he says, “the louder, the better!”
feat. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x fem!reader (no valko yet ‘cause i don’t wanna mischaracterize, and i’m still holding onto the hope that he WILL be back)
cw: smut; dirty talk; oral sex (fem receiving); fingering (fem receiving); cowgirl; doggy; hair pulling; belly bulge + size kink; missionary; biting; slight masochism (caleb); the “ex” in question is implied but not explicitly mentioned, so this can just be read as someone who is embarrassed to moan in front of their partner teehee
notes: birthed this concept whilst in the shower, actually. signed as someone who has never had a toxic ex but does live in a house with thin walls <3
nsfw content below the cut! minors dni
“mmf…”
the low, needy moan resounds from between your thighs. it sends mind-numbing vibrations up your spine.
xavier almost looks like he’s enjoying this more than you are.
your legs, bent at the knees, are thrown over his shoulders. his hands are at your hips, fingers dug desperately into the softness of your thighs like he needs to anchor himself to reality. to you.
the only sounds filling the room are his hot, heavy breaths and the obscene slurp of his mouth against your pussy. he eats you out like it’s the only thing he was put on this earth to do.
in his mind, that’s a pretty good life purpose to have.
he flattens his tongue against your folds before licking a slow stripe upwards. then, he flicks the tip of it right over your clit.
you throw your head back and gasp. your fingers curl around the sheets.
he seems to perk up at the subtle hitch in your breath. suddenly, he lifts his head away from your wet heat. you swallow back the whine of protest that almost crawls its way up your throat.
the lower half of xavier’s face is shiny with slick. his eyes are hooded, pupils blown so wide that his irises are nothing but slivers of blue. he licks his lips, looking absolutely debauched and just like sin incarnate.
“come on, starlight,” he says, voice hoarse and a little breathless. “i know you can do better than that.”
instantly, you flush.
“xaviii,” you whine. “it’s embarrassing…”
your boyfriend doesn’t respond.
instead, he just dives right back in.
with the way his mouth is moving, it seems as though he’s trying to force every moan out of your throat through your pussy. he shoves his tongue into your entrance and swirls it around inside. his arms lock a little more securely around your thighs.
he’s determined, you’ll give him that.
your mouth falls open, but the only noises spilling from those pretty, perfect lips are your labored breaths. your chest heaves as you struggle to suppress the wave of pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole. all you can do in your attempt to fight it is squeeze your eyes shut.
xavier is having none of that.
the lascivious sound of him making out with your cunt intensifies. it’s like he’s trying to wring out every sound that he can get. he’s relentless in his pursuit. he licks and sucks and groans, eyes rolling back in bliss at the taste of you. his nose bumps against your clit, and you jolt.
“xav… hah, x-xavi…”
“mmh.”
his reply is halfhearted at best. the way he sucks your clit into his mouth is anything but.
“xavier!”
your back arches off the mattress as his teeth graze over the sensitive bud.
the cry of his name has his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. his eyes light up for a moment before darkening with arousal.
he shoots you a grin that is very unbefitting of his sweet, boyish features.
“that’s it, angel. give me more.”
zayne has always been quiet during intimacy. usually, the most you’ll get out of him is a low grunt or groan, a whisper of your name or the occasional expletive muttered under his breath. so it was only natural for you to assume that he would also be turned off by a partner who is vocal in bed.
you couldn’t have been more sorely mistaken.
“darling.” his voice is deceptively calm, even as two of his fingers scissor relentlessly in and out of your dripping hole. “please remove your hand from your mouth.”
you barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears. and even if you could hear, you doubt you’d be able to comprehend it. your brain already feels like it’s melting into a puddle of mush in your skull. when he crooks his fingers upwards, your whine is muffled against your palm.
zayne clicks his tongue.
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
his words are laced with an icy-cold edge that wasn’t there before. you know that tone. you know it means business, and promises punishment if you don’t behave.
so you swallow your pride and ask.
“… huh?”
well, you try to, at least.
ever-gracious and oh-so-patient, he reiterates his request. this time, you catch it.
slowly — hesitantly — your hand drops down to your side.
he hums. “good girl.”
his fingers continue to pump in and out of your sopping cunt. the wet shlick, shlick, shlick that hits your ears makes you want to close your thighs around his wrist.
“zayne,” you gasp. “pl-please, zaynie, i—”
“shhh…” his hand skims up your side, calloused palm sending shivers up your spine. “relax, my love.”
“b-but… i can’t…” you choke on a sob, squirming uncontrollably beneath his touch. “i can’t help it…!”
“i know, darling,” he says. “go on. let yourself go.”
your cheeks flush. adamantly, you shake your head. when the tips of his fingers graze your g-spot again, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper.
a quiet sigh escapes from zayne’s lips. it isn’t a sound of anger or frustration or even disappointment. it almost seems pitying, really, when coupled with the sudden softness of his gaze.
the hand that was once a grounding presence at your waist finds a new home at the curve of your jaw. he gently tugs at the corner of your mouth, coaxing you to release your bruised lip from between your teeth. when you finally heed his silent command, he immediately slides his thumb past your parted lips.
“there,” he murmurs, half to himself. “keep it open. just like that.”
your brows furrow in confusion as your sex-addled brain struggles to comprehend why his grip on your jaw has become so firm.
you don’t get the chance to figure it out before he slips another long finger into your fluttering pussy, angling all three upwards until you’re seeing stars.
the moment the heel of his palm grinds down over your clit is the moment that finally breaks you.
“ah!”
the moan you let out is embarrassingly loud, thanks to the way your mouth has been pried open against your will. your entire face feels like it’s been set on fire.
zayne, of course, hardly reacts. only the faintest twitch of his lips and the glint in his eye gives him away. but you can tell he’s pleased, because the next words out of his mouth are gravelly, rough, and a little bit strained.
“good girl.”
for someone who dedicates his life to the pursuit and creation of art, you think that rafayel himself rivals even the most stunning masterpieces currently in existence. especially when he’s sprawled out on the bed beneath you.
a beautiful rosy hue is painted across his cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. his eyes are half-lidded and hazy with bliss. his jaw is slack, lips parted around the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. just the sound of them causes heat to flare up in your gut.
and yet, you still haven’t let out a single pleasured sound of your own. not because he isn’t making you feel good; in fact, quite the opposite is true.
old habits die hard, as the saying goes.
your hips slow to a near-complete stop as you grind yourself languidly against him. you’ve been riding him relentlessly for nearly twenty straight minutes, and your thighs are beginning to ache.
rafayel lets out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of friction.
“cutie,” he whimpers, voice breaking around the syllables. “d-don’t tease. you’re killing me here.”
“i know,” you say. “fuck, ‘m sorry, raf, just— give me a sec…”
his hands tighten around your waist. you can tell his patience is starting to wear thin.
you’re thankful that your hands are already braced on his shoulders for stability. if they weren’t, you would’ve toppled forward the second he started moving.
you hadn’t even noticed the way he planted his feet on the mattress until he begins to jackhammer up into you. he immediately sets a downright brutal pace, hips colliding mercilessly with your own. his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock. he’s not so much guiding you as he is pulling you down — like a siren dragging an unlucky sailor to their demise.
you, of course, are far from unlucky. but you do feel like you’re drowning, with the way he leaves you gasping for air.
“raf— w-wait, slow down…!”
but he can’t. he’s already too far gone, lost in the heat between your legs and the way you clench so perfectly around his length.
his thrusts are sloppy, mindless and desperate. he needs you even more than a fish needs water to breathe. but the fervor with which he ruts up into you is almost punishing, as if he’s trying to say, look at what you’ve done to me. look at how you ruin me.
he’s a wreck. your wreck. and you love it almost as much as he does.
you’re pretty sure you’re going to find bruises in the shape of him tomorrow morning.
“sh-shit, shit, shit,” rafayel warbles, “you’re so beautiful… perfect… gorgeous… my muse…”
each word is punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips. your fingernails dig into his shoulders until red, crescent-shaped indents mar his milky skin.
his moans are unabashed, and oh, so loud. you feel every sound like a vibration in your very soul. you’re lucky he has no neighbors. you still half-expect to receive a noise complaint.
the bedroom is filled with just that — the echoes of his pleasure and the wet slap of skin on skin and your heavy breaths laced with faint whimpers that refuse to fully form.
that is, until he shifts his angle. the swollen head of his cock slams against your spongey front wall, and you shriek.
the sound is so abrupt, so raw, that it feels like it was torn from your chest. mortified, you clamp both hands over your mouth in shock.
rafayel’s pace falters. for a moment, he stills. and for the first time since you took him to the hilt tonight, he’s silent.
the air between you is thick, charged with electricity and something more.
your brain screams at you to do something. apologize, or push yourself off of him, or bury your face in your hands and vow never to look him in the eye again out of sheer embarrassment. anything.
then, he smirks.
he doesn’t even give you a chance to blink before your positions have flipped. the air is knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the mattress, in the exact spot he lay mere moments before. the sheets still carry the warmth of his body. you can’t even fully process the loss of his cock or the emptiness that follows, because in an instant he’s already shoving back into you with a force that makes your back arch and your throat go hoarse with the weight of your scream.
“yes,” he gasps, “that’s exactly what i need. come on, cutie, let me hear how good i make you feel.”
of all the positions sylus has put you in, you think you like this one the best.
not because he reaches the deepest like this, although that certainly is a perk. not because it’s the most comfortable, because if you’re being honest, your knees are starting to hurt.
no, it’s because in this position, you can afford to be as loud as you want.
your hands fist the sheets beside your head as you bury your face a little further into the pillow. the loud moan that rips through you as his hips collide with your ass is completely muffled.
and sure, your drool stains the pillowcase. your teeth catch on tear-stained silk every time the pleasure grows impossible to bear. and yes, you have to admit that it’s getting harder to breathe.
but it feels so good, you forget to care.
“kitten,” sylus groans out from somewhere above you. “if you keep squeezing me like that… this will be over sooner than you think.”
all you can do in response is whine and grind yourself back against him, forcing him deeper until you damn near feel him in your womb.
his grip on your waist tightens, fingers leaving indents in the pliant flesh.
“you’re determined to push every single one of my buttons tonight, aren’t you?” his voice never wavers, though it takes on a new timbre.
your back arches a little deeper. you try to mumble out a response — really, you do — but the only thing you can manage is a choked-out sob into the pillow. the sound vaguely resembles his name.
the obscene squelch of your cunt and the heady smell of sex permeate the air. combined with the considerable lack of oxygen in your lungs, the whole situation is making you feel somewhat dizzy.
another hard thrust drives his tip just below your cervix, and the cry you let out turns your throat raw. you claw desperately at silken sheets, scrabbling for purchase. part of you wishes your nails were raking down sylus’s back instead.
he leans down until you feel the hard planes of his chest against your shoulder blades. his breath is hot as it fans enticingly over the shell of your ear.
“that’s it, sweetie,” he all but growls, “take it. all of it.”
your jaw goes slack as you keen.
before you realize what’s happening, one of his hands is sliding down your body — from your waist to your front, right where your pelvis is canted up at an angle and away from the mattress beneath you. the tips of his fingers trace the curve of your stomach. they linger just below your bellybutton, applying the slightest pressure until—
there.
he feels it. the slight swell that protrudes from your tummy every time he surges forward. his palm flattens over the area. partially for support, keeping you upright, but mostly just to feel the physical evidence of his size and what it does to your body.
a strangled whimper escapes your throat.
you’re getting close. you can feel it. the tightening in your core, the way your pussy squeezes around him like it’s trying to suck him in even deeper.
sylus feels it, too.
you barely have time to process the momentary high before you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure wracking through your body like a tidal wave.
the noise that falls from your lips is strangled and undignified, voice cracking into something unrecognizable as your own.
you don’t register the sudden rush of air that hits your lungs until it’s too late.
the pillow is no longer pressed against your face. silk is no longer clenched between your teeth.
instead, a fistful of your hair is tugging at your scalp, held up by sylus’s hand. the other is still at your stomach, helping to hold you upright.
you can’t see it, but sylus has that signature devilish smirk of his painted across his infuriatingly handsome face.
“there we go. that’s what i wanted to hear,” he says, sounding much too smug for his own good. “now, i want you to do it again.”
sometimes you wonder how your loving boyfriend can be so damn mean.
caleb is unbelievably sweet in all other aspects of your relationship. seriously, he checks every box. he cooks, he cleans, brings home flowers, opens the car door, pays for all your dates, lavishes you with all the love and affection you could ever want or ask for… et cetera, et cetera, so on and so forth. all of it. the works. he’s at your beck and call.
but right now, he’s fucking you like he hates you. he’s got your legs hooked over his hips, knees locked around his waist and ankles crossed at his back. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping hole like he’s trying to drill his way up into your stomach.
not that it’s a bad thing, of course. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.
but he’s making it really hard to stay quiet.
your teeth sink into his shoulder. it’s the only way you can think to muffle the needy whine that almost falls from your lips.
caleb grunts in pain. or it could have been a low moan of satisfaction. you wouldn’t put it past the masochist in him. and you’d hardly be able to tell the difference, anyway, since it feels like your head is stuffed with cotton.
he slams into you again, and you bite down a little harder. if you were anywhere near coherency, you’d probably be afraid of breaking skin. not that he cares if you do.
his hands are clenched into tight fists, biceps flexing on either side of your head as he digs his nails into his palms. it’s all he can do to ground himself — and to keep from cumming too fast, but that’s a secret that will stay with him.
his chest is flush against yours. he can practically feel every breath you take, the thrumming of your heart against his own… and, of course, the soft curve of your breasts, the tantalizing way they slide and bounce with every move.
admittedly, the latter is taking up a large portion of his attention.
your entire body jolts with every roll of his hips. you’re pretty sure you’re drooling against his shoulder.
it’s not enough for caleb. he's greedy. he wants more.
he wants to see your face. he wants to see your pretty little fucked-out expression, with your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolling out of your slack-jawed mouth. but that would require separation. pulling his sticky, sweat-slicked skin away from yours. drawing back from the heat of your body. and he doesn’t want that. oh, no. that's the last thing he wants.
he supposes that some sacrifices must be made.
so he squeezes his eyes shut, lest he succumb to the temptation. and then, he picks up speed.
the sudden change in pace almost breaks you. the whine catches in your throat.
he notices.
“c’mon, pips…” he’s panting like a dog. “i know you can— fuck— g-give it to me… i want to hear that pretty lil’ voice.”
your nails scratch at his arms, as if in protest of his words. you shake your head weakly. he chuckles, the sound dark and throaty and laced with danger.
“aww, don’t be embarrassed. i— ah, i like it when you get loud.”
caleb knows you like the back of his hand. every thrust is full of intention, the angle of his hips precise. it has sparks exploding across your vision and a moan on the tip of your tongue.
“you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel you clenchin’…”
your pussy lets out a lewd, slick sound in response, answering his question for you.
“that’s right, baby,” he groans. “tell me how much you love my cock.”
you’re pretty sure he isn’t even talking to you anymore.
your head falls away from the junction of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing along his jawline. you inhale deeply, and the scent of his skin fills your lungs.
“caleb,” you slur, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “please— hck! w-wanna cum…”
you can almost hear the wicked grin in his voice as he responds.
“hmmm… i dunno, pips,” he says, pretending to mull it over. his pelvis grinds over your clit, and you sob.
“maybe if you say it louder, i’ll consider it.”
final remarks: phew, baby's first smut fic posted to the big tumblr dot com. ngl i think i did xavier kinda dirty here, his portion had the shortest wc at 507 :(
"It's okay," he slurs over and over as you roll against him. "S'okay. Gege's got you."
You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.
That doesn't stop him trying.
The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.
His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.
He'd never been inside.
So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.
The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.
"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."
Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.
You freeze.
"Just there," he breathes.
Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.
He's the first to break it.
His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.
But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.
It's different after that.
He wraps his arms tight around you, buries his face in your shoulder, and begins surging up into you—rasping breaths tickling your skin as he gives himself over to long-repressed hunger.
Your fist had been slamming into the wood of your bathroom door for what feels like a century now. Your shower had ended some odd forty minutes ago and Caleb had been so quick to run in after you stepped out - fluffy towel and all. Not even giving the room a chance to drop a few degrees in temperature before shutting the door.
"Relax, Pips. I just need... a little more... time." It was muffled over the rush of the shower. He had to have used up the entirety of the complex's hot water reserve. You could already imagine the complaints from the landlord and your neighbors if they knew. "You're joking! You've been in there forever, Caleb! Get the hell out!"
Hot water aside, you needed to be up early in the morning. You needed to get ready for bed, and several of your products were stuck behind this door. "Just a little longer, give me some time!" He had to be joking, what on earth could he be doing in the shower for this long?
"This is my damn apartment, Caleb!" You were starting to think that making the colonel get a hotel when he came down to visit from Skyhaven was the best course of action moving forward.
"I know, I know! Just-ngh- a sec!" Your fist froze mid-slam at his stutter, the gears in your head screeching to a halt as you pieced it all together. Without another word, you reached for the knob. The knob he forgot to lock in his haste, and pushed the door to your bathroom open.
"I know you aren't wasting all the hot water and hogging my bathroom to play with your dick...!" You storm in, the fury you felt fizzling away when you really caught a glimpse of your gene hunched over in the shower with his long, hard cock in his hand. "I-I told you I needed a sec."
His face is flushed crimson, his hips turning slightly to hide himself but the damage is done, you've already seen him. Morals be damned, you find yourself stepping closer. "Well, I could have sped this process up for you, ya know." You inch your way towards the glass, chewing on your lower lip as you look at him. "Need help getting off, gege?"
You could physically feel the blood draining from your face. Eyes laser focused on the JPEG file you had mistakenly clicked and sent to your primary care physician. The very file you could not delete nor unsend before he saw.
“What’s wrong? Tara, mid-bite, looks at you with concern. She’s honestly never seen you go this pale.
“I… I sent my doctor the wrong file.” You manage, the blood that had once drained from your cheeks now returning in a rush as you process who would be opening that file.
Zayne, completely unaware, expecting the blank documents you needed him to sign. Your stoic primary care physician, your old childhood friend, and your current hopeless crush. You needed lightning to strike…
“Oh, that’s no big deal-“ she starts, trying so desperately to make it seem like less of a disaster. “Just tell him not to open the file! You sent the wrong thing, can’t be that bad, right?” You didn’t know what was worse, what was currently transpiring on your phone or admitting to Tara that the jpeg you selected were nude photos.
You didn’t even have anyone to send them to, you weren’t actively seeing anyone. Stuck on your fantasy of maybe making your cardiologist and primary care fall madly in love with you. “…it was naked photos of myself.” Truly, you’ve never heard your voice sound so defeated.
Now, Tara was just staring at you. Mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. Seconds ticked by before she finally cleared her throat. “Well you may wanna uhm… text him not to open those photos regardless? If you sent him just the jpeg with no context…” Oh. Oh shit.
You nearly fling your phone across the table in attempt to open it again. Throat tightening when you realize there is already a response to the message you had sent.
I believe you sent me the wrong files.
The words stare back at you, instead of embarrassment you feel slightly offended. That’s all he was going to say? He just clicked a jpeg full of naked photos you had taken. Pretty damn good ones for that matter! “He doesn’t even care.” You half whisper, barely hearing Tara’s questioning hum as you select the correct pdf to send.
Sorry Dr.Z, this is the correct file.
Zayne was professional, it was likely he was only doing this to keep you from feeling embarrassed.
But part of you was foolishly disappointed he wasn’t a little more… disrespectful? Maybe you were leaning a little too far into your fantasies, or perhaps you just hadn’t been on a date in a long while. Still, it lingers in the back of your mind that Zayne opened the jpeg, he saw you, all of you.
Have you ever thought of how the guys would react to reader cumming from being spanked? Like over their laps and they tell reader to count, but what none of you expect is reader cumming at the last spank.
Like even reader sounds surprised!
I dunno the imagw sounds hot in my head so I thought I'd share 🧡
HOTTTTT OMG ANON UR BEAUTIFUL MIND!!!!! thank u for sharing, wow!!! oh this has snowcrowmc written ALL over it.......
mind if i get a little daddy zayne + dad sylus in here……..yes? no? maybe so…...…?
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“she didn’t count,” sylus observes without looking up from his book. “technically, that one doesn’t qualify.”
“seriously, dad?” you hiss. “don’t help him—”
“i’m helping you, sweetie. if you lose count, daddy starts over.” he flips another page. “you don't want that, do you?”
the thing is…maybe you do. maybe you wore an obscenely short skirt to dinner with nothing underneath because you knew it'd land you in this very position: across zayne’s lap, cheek pressed into the couch cushion, ass stinging from his hand.
smack. this one is lower, at the crease of your thigh. your fingers latch onto the fabric of zayne’s slacks, and your toes leave the couch.
“s-six.”
“five,” zayne corrects.
“five,” you repeat with a roll of your eyes that makes sylus bark out a laugh.
zayne is considerably less amused. “you want to help, sylus? then come help.”
sylus pretends to consider it for half a second. sets his book down, crosses the room, and lowers to his knees at your side.
“hi, baby.” he brushes your sweat-damp hair from your face, guides your chin so you’re looking at him. “you doing okay?”
you stick out your tongue. “i hate both of you.”
“mm.” he catches it under his thumb, pressing down until your lips wrap around his finger. “big words from the girl who’s currently soaking through daddy’s pants.”
your face burns, because you can feel it: the slick heat against zayne’s thigh every time your hips shift, the evidence of your pleasure that’s impossible to hide from the two men who know your body better than you know it yourself.
you aim for denial anyway, shaking your head violently. “no, i'm not—”
smack.
the seventh sixth crack of zayne’s palm steals the lie clean out of you, your hips jerking forward against his thigh as your teeth clamp down against sylus’s thumb.
“six,” you slur around his finger.
“louder,” both men order at once.
“six.”
“that’s it.” sylus withdraws from your mouth, tracing the wet pad of his thumb down your chin. “you’re doing beautifully, sweetie. taking it so well for daddy.”
zayne’s hand smooths over the burn. his fingers trail low, the middle one dragging lazily through your swollen, dripping cunt. you whimper, hips shifting, desperate for more, more, more.
“she’s squirming.”
sylus looks down at you, smug with pride. “she always squirms.”
“more than usual. she's enjoying this,” zayne says, two fingers sliding through you once more, dipping inside just enough to make you gasp. “this wet from being spanked. what does that tell you, sylus?”
sylus pats your cheek once, firmly. “tells me she’ll do it again.”
“she absolutely will.” you feel zayne’s hand rise, and you suck in a breath. “because she doesn’t learn, does she? no matter how many times—”
seven.
his palm connects, and you shatter with a broken cry, forehead slamming into the cushion as your orgasm crashes into you without warning. your fingers twist tighter in zayne’s slacks, hips grinding helplessly against his thigh as your body clenches around nothing.
zayne’s hand rests on your ass. you can almost feel him looking at the mess you’ve made of his thigh, at your trembling legs, at the skirt still flipped up over your back. you can certainly feel the way his cock now strains against his zipper, firm and throbbing directly against your aching clit.
“was that—”
“yes,” sylus says.
“seven,” you whisper into the couch, because even now, you didn’t forget.
“good girl. good fucking girl.” sylus exhales, almost a laugh if it weren’t so wrecked. his thumb strokes behind your ear. “three more, baby. whenever you're ready.”
your eyes go wide. “i can’t, dad. i literally—”
zayne’s palm lifts, the cool air hitting your stinging, oversensitive skin so quickly you whine.
“count.”
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sry anon i did take this in a self indulgent direction, i sure hope this was ur speed LOL ily!!!! <3 <3
[𝝑𝑒] ⠀::⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it’ll only intensify the urge to claim you as his.
tags. olderbf!gojo satoru x gf!reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). possessive. breēding kink; crēampies. pregnancy kink? reader gets called ‘baby, sweetheart, mama’ :: wc. 1.7k :: ac. @/3-aem
“look at that, baby,” satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. it’s a 24k gold necklace he bought just today, with his initials on it. a pretty damn expensive purchase.
something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couldn’t help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you; it’s never enough.
the letters ‘sg’ are shimmering under the light of the living room. he’s grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. it’s a sign of possession to him.
you’re his—you’re only his. he’s the only one who can touch you like this.
“shit, ‘t makes me wanna put a ring on it,” satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy.
you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully.
“i think i’d engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?”
each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.
“d’y wanna get married, sweetheart?”
the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you can’t believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. you’re blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.
“m— married? babe, are you ser-” your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips.
satoru switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.
a necklace will do. as long as you’ll wear that accessory from this day forward, he’ll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is.
he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.
“let’s have you finish university first, yeah?” satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours.
he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, “i can wait for you.”
satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. he’s drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. he’s so obsessed with you to the point that he’d marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasn’t really a joke—but he figured that it also wasn’t the smartest.
he’ll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that he’s gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.
“but i also—fuck—can’t wait,” satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock.
his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.
satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, “wanna make you my wife ‘n breed this pretty pussy.”
you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. he’s getting lost in your cunt and the way it’s swallowing him in—into your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.
“wanna be your wife so bad, ‘toru,” you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure.
you’d love to be satoru’s wife. he already treats you so well while you’re his girlfriend, you can’t imagine how much better it’s going to get once you’re officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.
the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, “yeah? mh, i’ll treat you so well every single day. g’nna come home to you ‘nd give you some proper loving.”
satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if you’re wearing an apron—he’s a sucker for domestic stuff.
you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . it’s a dream come true. he’ll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so you’ll live a happy life.
and don’t get him started on kids.
satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. you’ll be such a good mother and he’ll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.
satoru can already picture the amount of times he’ll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.
even if he ages a bit, he’s sure that he’s going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. you’re his everything—the apple of his eyes.
satoru nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow you’re holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.
satoru bites his bottom lip. the way he’s looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, “going to put a baby into you as soon as you’re ready.”
your tummy fills with butterflies. the way he’s talking to you like you’re already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. it’s like it’s begging satoru to give it to you already—to make it store all his cum.
his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body.
satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, “mhhh, y’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of yours. . .”
his voice is barely audible because he’s busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.
satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. you’ll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. he’s going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. he’s going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.
he can’t wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but that’s not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wife—you—and the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.
satoru’s cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until you’re screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. he’s so big, he’s stretching you out so well to the point of no return.
the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, “y’r cunt is gonna be so swollen because of how much i’ll pleasure her—paint her all white with my cum.”
satoru’s nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. you’re on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.
“s-satoru, don’t say such stuff,” you comment in a shaky breath.
your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoru’s pelvic area with each thrust, “i’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”
your lover’s grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. that’s mainly the reason why he does it. he’s talked you through multiple orgasms before—it’s quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.
“that’s fine, baby,” satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.
his hips don’t stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he won’t do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.
“make a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,” satoru encourages you which seals the deal.
your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.
he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until you’ve calmed down. “good girl. y’ took all of it, hm? lovely,” satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.
he doesn’t bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into you—relishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he can’t fully breed you now, he’ll wait until the day he can.
“i love you, wifey,” satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.
Ooh, you could have anyone else you wanted to — i'm begging you..... but you're not the one to beg and if they're going to tolerate and entertain their past — you're good as done with him.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ. notes. i apologize for the rustiness of my writing. it's been a difficult year and I'm still trying to get back on my feet again. thank you very much for the love and support.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ. content warnings. established relationship + non mc reader + angst + jealousy + possessiveness + manipulation + mentions of infidelity + hints of toxic relationship + flirting + yandere themes + ooc characters + mc moments + suggestive themes
She is beauty.
She is grace.
She commands the room with her presence.
Everyone's gaze is locked on her as she walked through the doors — including Xavier's.
Although it was more of the usual blank expression plastered on his face but you know the quiet ones. It's in the inside where it boils.
Xavier isn't one for events as fancy as this one currently being held for the hunters' hardwork for protecting the city from the vicious wanderers at one of the luxurious hotel in Linkon with the courtesy of the Association covering the expenses.
He would rather be asleep in his bed though as being a hunter — his presence are needed for this type of events and knowing there is food — only a fool would pass it and Xavier is not a fool.
It was also a way to introduce you to his world as a hunter. Revered in the public for risking their lives to fight Wanderers and protecting the city. Being private was one Xavier's quality but he sure is happy to be seen in public with his girlfriend.
You were aware of her existence. She and Xavier had a thing in the past. That will be their only connection and you weren't going to be threatened just because they had a existing past but between her and your silver-haired boyfriend. Someone's still has not accepted it — yet.
While the crowd why entranced by this beauty of a hunter, there she tries to enchant someone. This wisp of a beauty with all of her kind voice that sounds sincere — that's the worst part — she wasn't trying to beguile someone, they were naturally attracted to her and if you in that direction you could have been enchanted to.
She's lethal. A beauty with a dazzling charm and if Xavier is as secured with you as he said — he won't be falling but a man is fragile to temptation. They will bend with the snap of a temptress's. Some loose ends aren't meant to be tied and it wasn't that you didn't trust Xavier but at any moment now he will crumble.
Her arms reached out for him. Her delicate hands pressed to his chest. Anchoring herself from the sudden wooziness of a drink that barely touched her lips. A smile of an angel carved in her face. Xavier's face remains blank. A expression barely there but the glint in his eyes. It was not mistaken. It lingers and like a shadow you watched. You didn't exist in their bubble and if you were going to cry — you were not.
Jealousy doesn't suit you and tears aren't worth it.
It only took a brief eye contact. Xavier isn't known to openly show what he was really feeling but you can make out the storm in his blue eyes. It wasn't good and knowing his overly jealous nature it went from worst.
Good. He knows what you were feeling as he openly entertain and let this ex-lover of his touch him while his current girlfriend is watching. Two can play at this game and if he gets angry — let it be seen.
Getting cozy with a stranger wasn't a part of your itinerary for the night — other men does not exist whenever you're with Xavier but he wasn't planning the same when he lets her to touch him. If they're going to be insensitive to you — you also can.
The lights begin to flicker at the sudden burst of energy coming from him. You didn't need to know and while guests and hunters were suddenly wary of this technical malfunction — you were cool as ice.
His hand wrapped around her wrist while his eyes are following your every move, every twitch of your lips as you bestow the stranger with your smile, the unmistakable twinkle in your eyes and it boils inside him until he was seeing red.
It was fast. The disbelief came first and was followed by her lips dropping into a frown. Hurt was evident on her face as she followed his gaze and it landed on the woman talking to a stranger — too comfortable that it's almost intimate.
She was about to call his name, to snap him out of it. She's here. Like he always wanted. Now, she watch this man who can barely breathe without her lose his mind to someone else and the final straw is when he dropped her hand without a care and began to walk away from her. He didn't even looked back.
Dumbstruck as she watches his back fading away from her sight as he approached the woman — you.
She can tell Xavier was seething under the guise of his neutral expression. The lights in the grand hall tells her every bit of this happening. Xavier used to be jealous when somebody talks to her but now, it was for someone. You were sick about it too.
Letting your boyfriend boil over jealousy and calmly sips your drink like you were used to it.
He was straight up murderous — you can feel it in his aura and the stranger you were talking to excuses himself as Xavier's gaze jumps from the stranger's and to his girlfriend who doesn't tolerate shit.
“Xavi...” You call his name and you can see his adam's apple bobbing. Anticipating what you were about to say when you call him by his nickname and that too calm voice of yours. It wasn't threatening but it was enough to prove your point without being hostile. “I hope I didn't interrupt you and your friend's conversation.”
“You did not.” He answers, his voice lacking the usual lax tone and it was more of something sharp that only the one who's closed to him that can recognize it.
“I didn't?” You paused. Your fingertip caressing the rim of your glass “That's good. You still seem quite hung up on her, Xavier. You didn't really moved on, no?”
“I'm not —”
“It seems like it.”
Xavier can feel the annoyance creeping up on him. He wasn't that obvious and was certainly not hung up on her. There's a reason why they were exes and no possibility of being back together but he lets you speak.
“Ex-girlfriends does not touch their ex-boyfriends like that, Xavi — and ex-boyfriends does not allow their ex- girlfriends touch then when they're in a relationship with someone.”
The lashes in your eyes moves as you blink as you calmly throw the accusation that is yet to be confirmed but Xavier remained emotionlessness but he can see how your gaze flickers to the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Sees how your eyes move and slowly bat your eyelashes. Your gaze narrowing as you glance at the woman who has still her eyes set on him.
“I entered through the those doors with you by my side and I can leave without you, Xavier.”
What shade of icy blue in his eyes darkened at the mention that you will leave him and you're better off alone. He won't allow that.
“I won't allow that.” His hand reaching out to you to touch your much rounded cheek. His other hand intertwining with yours. Stormy icy blue eyes met yours. “You won't going home alone or leaving with someone else through those doors. I'll kill them.” He declares. His grip on your hand tightened.
It wasn't even a threat from how he spoke those words like he had already done it many times.
“I don't belong to her. I belong to you.”
His eyes are much larger. Pleading. Vowing that he was yours and will only be his.
It was convincing but the moment he does that again of letting another woman touch him — you're good as done with him.
Zayne's a good partner. The best.
He's the one who prioritize you even his days are filled with schedules of check-ups, surgeries and emergencies. What he lacks in time, he makes up with effort and when you end a relationship — he's hard to forget.
They did try to make it work but with their demanding profession. It was hard to keep things afloat and eventually the break up happened. They were to remain friends and him as her physician until she was referred to another capable one that specializes with Protocore Syndrome.
It was sudden because how did a man like him who took medicine specializing in cardiology the one sickness that she have and only to dump her to another one.
Then the news came, he was engaged to another woman. A childhood sweetheart they call her. A woman she didn't know cause why would she?
Zayne basically spent his childhood to hers without mentioning you but there was bits of it. Apparently her adopted brother got a huge crush on you and that struck a nerve on her.
Why would the two important people in her life would be interested in someone she didn't know or maybe because she was so used to attention from the both of them that it feels annoying that there was someone sharing from her.
She saw him again in the hallways. The same crisp white coat he always wore and the same serious look he have on his face. She was still in her hunter's uniform and she was quick to pull him for a conversation.
“Zayne.” She says with such familiarity, touching his arm and for a moment it was like the first meeting but she wasn't scared of him anymore. She's trusting him that way she did when they were still together.
But the reaction she was hoping was not the one she was expecting. The surgeon only looks at her hand touching his arm like it was a part of him that should not be touched because somebody else was doing it.
Another voice calls out to him and she never saw him react that fast. Turning around to walk towards as you smiled timidly towards him. “Is this a bad time?” You asked him, looking at her who was standing stiffly before regaining her composure and Zayne looks at her back.
“No, let me take you home.”
“Zayne.” She calls him again and walking towards him and was straight up ignoring you. She knows but pretends she didn't and assumed that you're only a patient. She's aware that what she sees you between you and Zayne were deeper. “Can we talk sometime,” Her eyes flickers to you before going back to his. “Privately.”
Before he could respond you suddenly walked out and his face hardens at her. “There's nothing to talk about.” And his heels we're quick to follow you. Leaving her alone in the hallways. Surprised at what happened because Zayne never did that to her. She can only watch his retreating figure.
He blocks your way, “Zayne, you don't have to lie to me that you still have feelings for her. We both know that and this engagement was only to honor our families.”
“There's nothing between us and that belongs to the past. You are my present and future.” He assures you but he knows you can be stubborn.
Your lips purse into a thin line. Taking a deep breath. Anyways, it's not like you can control his feelings but let it be known you'll leave him the moment he's going back again to her.
“Just stop being a good partner. You make it hard for some people to move on.” You dryly respond with a sarcasm.
“Then, I will continue being good to you so you can't leave me.” He whispers to your ear before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
Your eyes meet hers, her gaze not leaving yours and to him who was still out of character for him to be glued to you. You didn't give much of a glance as you turn around, his hand firmly link to yours.
The cameras flashing to his face is not a rare occurrence for someone like Rafayel.
Every gala and art exhibition got the photographers swarming over him. A celebrated painter and artist for his multiple obra maestra. Every click and every shout telling him to look at the camera. The same look he gave them and they were simply captivated.
She was one too. She captivated Rafayel. That man was devoted to her. They keep the passion. There wasn't a streak of boredom to fan out the flames of their desires — of their love until one day, everything changed.
What once considered endless, ended up being in stolen glances.
The red carpet was elegant as she stood in the same spot with him. Everyone can't tear their gaze off her. She was ethereal. A goddess they call her who decided to grace the land with her presence.
It was another charity gala that well-known people loves to attend. Mingle and talk about the most nonsense of things like how a certain someone died or how the chandelier is out of place or anything just to keep the conversation rolling and the champagne pouring.
Everyone's under a pretense. And she's no different.
She found him alone in the deck. The ship moving as the wave rolls with the wind. Holding a glass of champagne and looking so dashing as ever. She loves the attention, the gaze of everyone who can't take their eyes off her. She's beautiful in every common sense and yet, for someone who got an eye for beauty — he wasn't admiring nor give her a look of interest.
How deep has she fallen that her Rafayel acts like this towards her.
“Rafayel.” She calls out to him and he gives her a lopsided smile when he heard her call his name.
“Fancy meeting you here.” The Lemurian artist casually greets her. Acting like they didn't share a history — a hundreds worth of years connection. The absence of pet names stung her too because was that really the end that he abandons everything they share.
Or did he forgot her? That must be it. Rafayel won't forget her and even he did, she just knows how to remind him. And so she did it.
Rafayel...
It almost slipped from your mind that your lover was waiting for you at the ship's deck. A rendezvous at this gala in case you two got swept by fellow guests in which you both did.
Before you could even push the doors, you heard her voice along with Rafayel. Your heart leaps in uncertainty. They were lovers in the past and was bound to meet in this kind of places but with them alone, it made you unsure. Rafayel made it clear that there's no budding romance to grow when he already nipped it and he was starting a new chapter of his life with you but still — the gnawing feeling starts to creep into you.
The scene was something made from your biggest fear. It was inevitable and somehow was always meant to happen. Soulmates apparently has a way of bringing them closer together but what about you who was supposed to be his present.
Her hands were on his arm. She's on her tip toes and her lips are close to his. You should have seen how it was a surprise for him but the damage has been there or he was that enchanted by her that he forgot that he got a current girlfriend.
He didn't even stopped her but if he did your eyes are starting to blur with tears.
She was done for.
Rafayel has managed to grip her shoulders before looking at your retreating figure and he never once has done that to her. His eyes were conflicted. A storm brewing inside those eyes of his.
“We're done. I thought you knew that.” Rafayel's voice were icy and lacks the mirth. She freezes in her place because Rafayel never denied her of anything but it was also her mistake that after their relationship ended, he was done with her.
Rafayel was already on his heels, running after you but she holds his wrist. “Raf...” She calls him hopefully that he would change his mind but he easily takes her hands off his. “I don't want to disappoint you but things has ended.”
And then she was left alone in the deck with his scent still lingering on her hand.
Heels were a bad choice of footwear when running. You really tried to run but every step feels heavy and you already tripped twice running away from that scene and you were sure you were about to trip again and you brace yourself for the impact if it wasn't for the familiar feelings of his strong arms wrapped around you.
“Careful cutie.” The tears instantly welled up in your eyes and you shove him.
“You could have told me that you still have feelings for her.” Your lips tremble as you met his gaze.
Rafayel softens his gaze at his adorable girlfriend.
“That means nothing, cutie. It was just a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding? You didn't even stop her. What was I supposed to think? I know you were soulmates or whatever it is but you don't try to pull that shit to me or you just like hurting me.”
“Do you think I would hurt you?” And he looks at you like that again with his eyes begging.
“I don't know...” Your voice trailing because Rafayel can be kind and cruel at the same time.
She followed him with the hope that it was enough to deter you and you don't want to do anything about him anymore and they could be back but she was left speechless.
Rafayel's back was facing her and you were in front of him on the verge of tears. The words dies on her throat as she saw him lean into you. His fingers tilting your jaw to level with his face.
“You hurt me cutie but I welcome that pain if it comes to you.” He murmurs, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth and then without a beat — he kisses you.
It lingers and you returned it without hesitation cause Rafayel have that effect to disarm you and be compliant to his wishes.
“Rafayel...”
“Don't say my name like that cutie or else I won't stop.” He whispers, staring at your misty eyes before kissing you again. Slowly backing you in the wall and corners as the kiss deepens.
You opened your eyes to look at him but find him with his eyes closed and in the corner of your eyes you saw her.
Witnessing this kind of devotion that was meant to be hers but instead it was yours. Only yours.
You were kind of angry towards her. She got everything but still insists that Rafayel was still hers when he got you. May this be a reminder that hers and Rafayel's relationship was already due for a long time and he was the one drowning into you.
She was untouchable.
She can come and go as she pleases in the lawless N109 Zone. Thanks to Sylus . Her former lover who made sure that she still got the power to freely enter the wasteland. Undercover missions was a breeze for her and nobody really crossed lines with her — fearing that they will face the wrath of the ruler of the N109 Zone.
Except that she can see it was slowly fading away since she ended the relationship with Sylus. She got a wind that Sylus was in a relationship with someone.
He got a new girlfriend and was ruling by his side in the N109 Zone. It was rumors. Talk of town to get hooligans and thugs and his enemies to talk something about other than crossing lines with him and to assure their short lives that they get to see another day for he was distracted. She didn't believe it of course. Sylus was so hung up on her and she can sense that he was still following her through the eyes of Mephisto but lately it was quiet.
She entered the familiar grand hall of the Solon Hotel where she and Sylus took their first dance to show the people of the N109 Zone how powerful he was and she relished on that. She used it to her advantage and was later revered as Sylus's belle.
The moment she stepped on the room the ballroom in the middle — it was expected. All eyes were on her. Whispers followed but all she can think of is Sylus.
She of course wore that dress he dearly loved. It matches him, the color of crimson and black. It was his way of showing the world that she belonged to him and he to hers.
Her eyes scan the area. He wasn't that hard to find. Her Sylus was tall and the only one who had that silver-white hair and that dashing eyes the color of ruby. He was near and she was sure he could feel her. The unmistakable tug of their souls. No matter what happens, he can't replace her even though their relationship ended a long time ago.
“Fancy meeting you here, kitten.” She recognized that voice anywhere. A deep rich voice belonging to her beloved.
“Sylus.” She said in almost a whisper, tinged with sweetness and longing. Her eyes are wide and glimmering. She knows he will recognize that look and was weak towards it. It's the reason why she gets spoiled all the time and spoiling her was instinct.
“What brings you to this playground of mine?” He asks in a serious voice and she may think that he was teasing her. She belongs to all of his places and he's asking her. She wants to remind him of what he told her. She got access to all the places she wants and doesn't mean what once ended it means that this too has ended.
“I wanted to see how you were doing. I heard some rumors.” She answered, hiding that curiosity in her voice but it oozes with. She just wants to find out who has managed to catch his eyes other than hers.
Sylus eyes flicker to her and in the corner of the room. She got her answer. “Rumors travel fast. The rumor you heard is true, kitten.“ The Aether Core in his eyes glows.
Before she could respond, the hunter can see how his eyes soften for a brief moment before extending an arm. Not to hers but someone who appeared beside her.
The rumor was standing in front of her. “Kitten, meet my dove.” He introduced his current girlfriend to her. Dove. A bloodied dove. The white sleeveless satin dress hugs your voluptuous body and a pair of ruby earrings that look like beads of blood in your ears. Adorned in your hair was a simple tiara. She admits that it suits you well.
What she sees next baffles her. Sylus doesn't only take your hand but brings to kiss your gloved knuckles. “Sylus.” You hissed, a little flustered at his action. It earned a chuckle from him and she missed hearing it.
Her gaze lands into you, you were pretty but not as pretty as her. No one's really looked at you except him or when everyone did it because you're dating the Onychinus leader. The type people forget and even if she's not visiting the N109 Zone as often, people still remembered her.
She really didn't see the appeal of why Sylus entered this relationship with you. Of course, it must be a deal or some arrangement that you two struck. From the looks of you, you didn't have much bite, no substance and you're not quite eye-catching. It must be some kind of sorcery to bewitch someone like Sylus.
“You moved on fast.” She says without needing to pretend and right in your presence. “For someone who bores easily, you choose it.” She touches his chest. Sliding her palm where she finds the spot where his heart beats underneath.
“Careful now. I do enjoy your little remarks but you don't want to cross someone who you can't handle, kitten.”
She almost scoffs but the look on Sylus was something that she never thought he was capable of. Yes, he can be smug and taunting but never the hardened look in his face. It was visible. How his gaze narrows at her. The look she never imagined he can give to her.
You watch as you saw him take her hands off him but a millisecond longer was enough that it was like a subtle flirting and in front of you!? The audacity of these two, failing to recognize the look on Sylus face. It was clearly a blatant provocation to you and fine, if that's what they were doing. You're good, you can take your business elsewhere. Not because you were a coward but someone who knows your worth.
“Where are you going?” Sylus's attention goes back to you. “None of your business.” You coldly snapped at him and he smirks. Taking it as a challenge.
He takes a few strides to get to you and pulling flush against his body. His fingers finding your jaw and tilting your face to look at him.
“Forgive me, sweetie. I did promise my whole attention will be yours tonight. I can't have you running away from me.” His eyes never leaving yours before taking you away from her. He didn't even spare her a glance.
She takes a deep breath. A little incredulous scoff leaving her lips because Sylus would have never done that to her but he did. Completely disregarding her for you. A formidable opponent that she now have. All she did was break up with him. Confident that he can't move on but he certainly did.
Now, she's alone in the place where she was supposed to rule with him.
You know he's going to ditch you for the rest of the night when he sees her.
“Babe, I'm going to say hi to my pipsqueak.” Is the last words Caleb said before he runs toward her. Catching up, he reasons. At least he informed you without explicitly telling you that he's going to be stuck by her side. Shit happens.
It was the annual military ball for high ranking officials of the fleet and your boyfriend being the Farspace Fleet colonel, his presence was expected and he brought you. The Hunter's Association was also there and you never saw a man perk that much as subtle as the raised brows and the brief widening of the eyes.
His adopted sister was a hunter whom he never saw that much after dating you and you understand how much he cared for her. You have no such qualms for your boyfriend wanting to see his adopted sister and you let him abandon you for her.
Moments later you saw him taking her for a dance. Some brotherly love there, all for the sake of her adopted sister who was pestering him to dance with her. It was going to be the limelight dancing with the colonel. All eyes were on them.
As they take the dancefloor many followed through. While you stand in the corner, you see a glimpse of your reflection. All dolled-up for this event that your boyfriend didn't even bother to take you for a dance. This is what happens when familial love blurs the romantic line. What a waste. You could have stayed home but you didn't reach this far in life being a doormat.
After the dance ended and another melody filled the room, a man you didn't know offers his hand for yours to take inviting you to dance. They're not the only one who can have fun and so it began.
He guides you towards the middle of the dancefloor and when the music starts to pick up, he easily glides you as smooth as silk that even someone like you who wasn't a good dancer was easily swept. No one dared to break the beautiful rhythm of the waltz.
Guests have started to form in circles just to watch you and your partner whom you found out to be an heir of the largest weapon manufacturing company. He was handsome and a brilliant dancer. Easily lifting you despite your size and a woman is honored to be this cherished.
It wasn't hard to miss him in the audience. His Fleet uniform stands out and besides him was her. You deliberately ignored his gaze that was boring holes on you.
He had his fun and you will have yours.
It wasn't that long when they last saw each other. She was quite impressed when she found out that you were fine with him visiting her from time to time. She was sure you were the jealous type but it was debunked by Caleb. Singing high praises of you but she knows that she still held his affections for her.
No one really goes that fast to visit her and was ready to blow off a date night with you. He was risking everything in his relationship. She was the most important after all. That's what she thought until she couldn't make him take his eyes off you. Dancing with the scion of some weapon manufacturing company.
She never saw Caleb make that expression. Murderous, was the least to describe it. It was beyond that he was considering it with all the people watching just for dancing with his girlfriend.
As the music ended, he was rushing towards you after the heir had pulled some stunt of kissing your bare knuckles.
She gripped his sleeve, pleading him to stay with her but Caleb apologized to her. Saying that he couldn't and for the first time, he told her to let go and she weakly obeyed. Powerless he is to you. Sensing that you were about to be stolen and she didn't mind. Caleb was hers alone and he promised when they were children but he broke it off to be with you.
She stands there in the corner with clenched fists and if she cried would he stay?
“I thought you forgot that you have a girlfriend.” You passively point the obvious to him. Caleb stands in front of you, wincing a little at the tone of your voice. He knows he fucked up real good.
“Babe, I didn't—”
You interrupt him. “You didn't mean to and you lost track of your time. Spare me the explanation.” Squaring up with him like you weren't his girlfriend and looking at the pitiful conceited look of her adopted sister that was glaring at you.
His jaw is clenched and his eyes narrow.
“I think we should cool off for now. Sort your priorities and learn to differentiate between a girlfriend and a sister.”
He tries to explain himself and you roll your eyes in irritation. Sick of his reasons and being treated as the second choice.
“I've been patient with you so many times but now, you're testing it. You already ruined our night.” You remind him.
“Come back when you have your answer.”
You begin to walk away and before you could even step farther away from him, he pulls your wrist. Holding your round cheek in one gloved hand. He looks straight into your eyes. Proving his devotion to you.
“I only want you. Nobody else. I'll kill anyone who touches you.” He says with such conviction, you believed him.
“Really?” Your voice is laced with a teasing tone.
“Oh, I believed you but the next time you choose to do that again, I don't care how many people you would kill. I won't take you back.” You warned him.
He holds your cheek tighter but not enough to hurt you.
“I promise.” Loud enough for you to hear.
“Good.” You smile at him but not quite reach your eyes and then you walk away. Leaving him standing alone and when he looks at his adopted sister waiting for him.
