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| Syren | MDNI | Love And Deepspace | Don't copy or alter my work!
You feel your jaw going slack and your tongue nearly lolling out of your mouth as Sylus' cock twitches violently inside you all while he rubs and strokes your clit at a painfully slow pace.
It's already your third time cumming and his cock won't let up. It won't give up, won't spurt out his plentiful cum and just won't fall flaccid! It sits comfortably cushioned between your walls and folds, delightfully oozing precum as you come down from your third high of the night.
"Mmm... Sy, I need to- I need"
"Hush, sweetie." he says, pressing a long finger to your swollen lips and shutting you up. "I'm not close to being done yet."
You feel your brain turn to mush while you begin to forget how to form coherent thoughts as he starts moving inside you again, gripping your hips and leaving deep indents in them.
"Thaaaat's my girl. That's it, kitten. Keep holding on. You can take another one." He coos at you, patting your pussy with a veing hand, making you let out a deranged moan.
"I-I can't- any..uh-more..." you try to form words but they won't come out properly as you choke on your own saliva from his increased thrust speed, making your breasts thrash about.
"Don't think, rest that sharp brain sweetie because-." Sylus says, groaning and faltering mid sentence as he finally sends waves of cum pooling into your aching hole, making you arch your back at the sticky sensation.
"Hah.. let me take care of you tonight." He says, leaning down and smirking against the shell of your ear as you feel his cock hardening inside you yet again, making you gasp in horror and unmistakable exhilaration.
mangoes, beach volleyball, summer festivals, lanterns, annual day at school, cheek kisses, band-aids, dad's old toolbox, leather boots, horse riding, cooking classes, campfire, sepia pictures, battered old helmet and jacket, trophy display, diaries, treehouse hideaways, remote controlled airplanes, old concert tickets found in purse pockets, sunrise
โโญห.โ SYLUS
wings and feathers, leather wallets and leather jackets, smoky woody cologne, cherries and wine and dark chocolate, chrome cars, humming songs while doing chores, lace, rush of wind in your ears, heartbeat, engine oil, fresh cut from a rose thorn, ink stains on a satin white shirt, old record player, sleeping shirtless, slow dancing without music
โโญห.โ XAVIER
cloudgazing & stargazing, weighted blankets with AC turned high, misty mornings, lemon popsicles, fabric softener, fountain pens, clean-up weekends, plushies with soft fur, library dates, freshly baked cookies, long walks, visiting school after graduating, skincare, the feeling of meeting someone new and instantly connecting, full moon nights
โโญห.โ RAFAYEL
grandfather clocks, gelato, chocolate covered strawberries, smell of fresh paint, derby races, whiskey aged in old barrels, moonlit rooftop dinners, ocean dipping at midnight, aquarium dates, barbecue nights, pocket watches and ancient maps, telescopes, pencil sketches, exotic spices and fruits, sail boats, reciprocated love, nose to nose rubs
โโญห.โ ZAYNE
late night studying for exams, sleeping with glasses on, knitted scarves, musky cologne, rain on dry pavement, kittens, spirity lab smell, calls over texts, visiting your hometown, work crushes, high rise apartment buildings, having someone to rely on emotionally, late night drives, cabin stays, safely storing every gift you've ever received, rare but bright smiles
โพ โ*๏ฝฅ๏พ:โ*๏ฝฅ silly spicy times with Mr. Onichynus๏พ
ห โเผโก โ๏ฝกห ๊ฅ
โง. โ โญHe prefers when you wear loose tank tops during lazy cuddle sessions. It's so easy for him to sneakily pull your breasts out of the holes in your top and take them by the mouthful. He knows your nipples are particularly sensitive, and he has this habit of licking them with his eager, rough tongue till you're a mumbling, moaning mess. He will smile greedily while pressing his face further into your breasts.
โง. โ โญHe is the big bad boss in the outside world, but he loves to come home to be babied by you. He'll need you to be naked as he wraps around you like a pathetic, starved creature, suckling on your breasts while you pet his head and praise him till he can't take it anymore and gets his ego boosted successfully. No one, absolutely no one, alive or dead, has gotten to see this side of Sylus other than you.
โง. โ โญabsolutely loves getting cockwarmed, would not detach himself from you if he ever had the choice or if it was reasonable. Wants your juicy, heated walls that mold themselves to his girth and length all the damn time. Sometimes in meetings with dealers, he'd zone off and imagine you sitting on his lap, warming his hard on while his company rambles on and on.
โง. โ โญLoves playing with the pudge on your lower abdomen, laying his head on it, poking it, kissing it. It's his favorite place to glide his dick to get it hard. Has a habit of pinching your curves when you're in public and smirking evilly when you get annoyed at him. He loves the way it jiggles when he's thrusting hard into you, calls it his personal 'comfy pillow'
โง. โ โญSimilar to being addicted to cockwarming, he definitley has an oral fixation. If is in a particularly lovey-dovey mood, it'd be your pussy lips he's orally fixated on. Will have you sit on his face while he licks and sucks you off for hours. It will be his me-time, his wind-down meditation time. Him and your pussy and no one else in the world. God knows how many times it'd make you cream on top of his zonked out face.
synopsis: Sylus is usually a very patient man but when you overstep your boundaries and make him reel with jealousy, you are in for the angst of your life, soothed over by some mind-blowing lovemaking.
content and warnings: smut, mdni! jealousy, miscommunication, possessive Sylus, angsty themes, silent treatment, teasing, provoking, p in v, org*sm denial, makeup s*x, dacryphilia, size kink, swearing
"My baby dragon." you type into your phone as a smile curves onto your lips. "Breakfast is ready, wanna come eat?"
*sent*
On alternate Sundays, the two of you take turns to make each other your favorite breakfast dishes. It was your turn today, and you had prepared a hearty meal for your boyfriend, the famed leader of Onichynus for the good people of the N109 Zone, but an adorable plushie for you, your beloved Sylus.
You wait for him to reply to your text or his heavy footsteps to descend the spiral staircase of his lavish condo, but none of it happens. You lean against the counter, watching the steam emanate from your freshly cooked dishes.
"Y/N?" you hear the sound of your name, but it isn't a deep, velvety voice saying it. It's Kieran.
"Oh, hey" you give Kieran a nervous smile. "Where's the bossman?"
"Oh, he-" Kieran's face is obstructed by his crow mask but you could tell he is panicking. "He left for work a while ago. Um, he won't be back until after lunch."
You furrow your brows at the boy. "What? He didn't tell me before going though. And what work on Sunday?" to which Kieran simply shrugs.
You turn your attention back to your phone and send him another text.
"Is everything alright, baby. Where are you??"
You see a *read* pop-up beside your message, but no reply following it.
You try to ignore the knot forming in your stomach. Normally, Sylus would respond right awayโwhether it was with a quick "I love you" or a silly comment about the breakfast you made for him. The fact that he hasnโt bothered to even text you back feelsโฆ wrong. Itโs not like him. From the corner of your eye, you notice Kieran has started to fidget.
"You know something, don't you?" you narrow your eyes at the perplexed boy but he simply raises his hands. "I don't! Anyway, gotta run an errand. See ya, Y/N!" he blurts out, fleeing from the scene and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Your appetite is gone now from anxiety pulling up in your abdomen, and you leave the spread you've made untouched and decide to unwind in the shower. You can't stop thinking about it and keep checking your phone every 5 minutes like a maniac to see if there are any updates from him. Heck, you even check the local news to see if anything is really up.
Time goes by like a snail on a journey and by the time the clock strikes 3 PM, you're exhausted from worrying.
You're laying on the bed, hopeless and shaky when the door to your room creaks open. You jump up and sit on your bed as Sylus enters the room, removing his leather jacket and placing his motorcycle helmet on one of the dressers.
"Where have you been?" you demand, slightly irritated. "And why haven't you been replying?"
Sylus uncuffs his sleeves and runs a hand through his light hair, heading towards the bath.
"I'm asking you something!" you raise your voice slightly, in case he somehow managed to miss what you said.
"Just busy." he replies shortly, voice devoid of much emotion.
Before he can shut himself in the bathroom, though, you get off the bed and run up to him frantically.
"Sylus, what's wrong, baby? Did I do something? You need to use your words." you say, holding on to his large arm with both of your shaky ones. He looks at you apprehensively and opens his mouth to say something.
Your phone cuts through the heavy air with three loud dings. You turn to look at it, and it starts ringing.
"I don't know, you tell me, Y/N." Sylus gives you a pained smirk as he removes his arm from your grasp and locks the bathroom door on your face.
He used my name. Not kitten, not sweetie, not honey! you think to yourself. It rarely happens that Sylus would resort to using your name. He adores you so much that he would come up with the cutest nicknames to call you.
You are stunned for a second and bite the inside of your cheek fervently on your way back to check your phone.
It's your hopeless, idiotic childhood friend spamming you again.
"Heyyy you uggo."
"Y'all reached home alright yesterday? you were pretty drunk, thank god your boyfriend came along to pick you up."
"Also what's with him, he's even bigger than me?? Also he looked like he wanted to strangle me?? WTF!!"
You sigh after reading the texts and start tapping away on your phone.
"Don't talk shit about him or I'll block you, Caleb. He's the most adorable person when you get to know him better."
you smile to yourself when you remember how your opinion of Sylus had transitioned when you got to know him better. You can't really blame Caleb here.
"Also, I reached home fine. Thanks for calling me, our class reunion went great. I wasn't hungover this morning, though, so was I even really that drunk?"
Caleb sent you a few thinking emojis.
"You were drunk enough to confess to me."
You almost dropped your phone when you read that. You didn't want to waste time texting, so you hit call. The phone rings twice before Caleb picks up.
"Hello?"
"Care to explain?" you hiss at him. "The fuckk are you talking about?"
"Oh calm down." Caleb dismissed you. "You were showing us a picture of your boyfriend, and the girls started swooning over him with endless praise to give."
"And?" you prod
"And well one of them asked what you'd do if the guy ever left you or broke up."
"He'd never-"
"Yes, let me finish." Caleb hissed back. "You told them you'd never do that and then perhaps as a joke, you mentioned that if he did, you'd hook up with and marry me, who had asked you out when we were little kids."
"You're right." you admit. "I certainly must have been drunk because what the hell, Caleb?"
"I know right!" Caleb feigned disgut but his voice sounded a little offended. "And that's when Mr. brooding handsome walked in. I think he just heard the last part. He looked taken aback, I'm not sure anyone else noticed because they were too busy gushing over how hot he was."
"Wait, Sylus heard what I rambled about?" you ask just to make sure. "He heard that I'd leave him and hook up with you?"
"Perhaps, that's my guess." Caleb acknowledges.
You feel as if someone had poured cold water on your head. It made sense now!
"Well thanks, mate. I needed this information. Talk to you later."
"But will you really marry me-"
you cut the call before he could finish.
Right on cue, Sylus exits the bath, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and another one being used to dry his dripping hair. He doesn't make eye contact with you as he heads to the closet to look for a set of clothes to change into.
You approach him and run a finger down his wet back, making him curve it slightly at the stimulus.
"My baby..." you coo at him, hugging him from behind.
"You'll get yourself wet." he states, not turning around.
"Since when have you been afraid of getting me wet." you smirk, digging your face into his wide back.
"Let go," he mutters, his voice flat, as he attempts to pull away from your arms. But this time, you refuse to let go.
"Sylus, I'm sorry," you whisper, burying your nose into the warmth of his back. "I know what happened... it was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean it the way it sounded."
At your words, he finally turns to face you. His crimson eyes burn with a mix of disappointment and hurt, and the sight nearly shatters you. Itโs all you can do not to break down in front of him.
"You wouldn't be saying such things if you hadn't been thinking about them. Alcohol brings out people's true nature, sweetheart."
"I wasnโt thinking about it!" you protest desperately, the words tumbling out in a rush. "The girls were teasing me, and I just wanted to show them that youโd never leave me. The thought of it is so absurd that I could joke about marrying Calebโbecause it wouldnโt happen!"
His gaze hardens, and his next words land like a heavy blow. "You know how I feel about being abandoned, donโt you, Y/N?"
Your heart skips a beat. "That wasnโt my intention! Please, justโ"
"Forget it." he cuts you off. "I donโt want to hear it. Humans are vile creatures. Theyโll shower you with love, only to rip it away in an instant, leaving you broken and bleeding." His words are heavy with old scars as he turns away, his figure retreating from you.
"Sylus, waitโ" You try reaching out, but he doesnโt look back. He wonโt listen.
"I need time alone. Sorry," he says without pause, his voice distant as he walks out, leaving you standing in the quiet emptiness of your ornate bedroom.
You cling on to the hope that maybe Sylus will come back. You did apologize after all. He'll surely come back by night. He will forgive you. Surely, right?
You lay on the cold sheets, eyes wide open, staring at the intricate patterns on the ceiling of your beautiful bedroom, completely devoid of sleep. His huge bed seems to have tripled in size when he's not there, entangled with you, pressing fluttering kisses to your stomach.
When you wake up the next morning, groggy from absolute lack of sleep, and head downstairs, you find the house deserted.
You feel a chill run up your spine but remind yourself that it is Monday and you need to head to the Hunter's Association Office for the day's work.
On the way there, you text him.
"Have a good day, Sy. How are you feeling now? See you in the evening?"
*read*
The day goes by, and you return to a cold, dark house.
Caleb calls to check on you, but you're too restless to answer. Your nerves are frayed, and the phone just sits in your hand, silent. Another sleepless night drags on.
"Sylus, I'm scared," you text him again, your fingers trembling as you type. The thought of him not replying makes your chest tighten. You stare at the screen, willing him to respond. Ten minutes feel like hours before your phone finally chimes.
"The house is secured. No harm will come to you."
Another long night passes. Then another endless day, filled with battles against wanderers and endless paperwork, all while youโre haunted by the emptiness in the space where he should be.
This time when you pass through the door to the house, you slump to the ground, shaking and your chest heaving. You hear a crow's caw in the distance as you will yourself to get up and drag yourself to the bedroom. You're already looking chalkier than before thanks to barely eating or sleeping these past three days.
You hug your knees close as you check your phone again. This time you don't text him and hit the call button.
He picks up in three rings.
"I miss you." you tell him only to be met by silence.
"Please, I miss you. I can't do this, Sylus." you hear his footsteps, going somewhere but no reply.
"Do you really hate me that much now?" you ask with a quivering voice.
"Can I enter?" he speaks finally and you hear a soft knock on your door. You gasp as the phone drops out of your hand and the door swings open, revealing an uncharacteristically disheveled Sylus, who rushes over to you, removing his coat.
Your stomach turns as he wraps his arms around you.
"I can never hate you and you know that." His soft tone is back as his lips move over the shell of your ear. You grab onto his shirt so hard, fisting balls of fabric as if he will disappear again if you let go.
"Mephisto has been monitoring you for days and reporting back to me. I never once left you unattended."
"I-I'm s-sorry. I'm really sorry. I never meant to make you feel abandoned. You know-" tears pool up in your eyes.
"Shhh, sweetie." he presses a long finger to your fluttering lips.
"I'm sorry, I went too far." he says, pressing his forehead to yours. "If you're able to forgive me, let me make it up to you."
Something sparks inside your brain and you stop crying instantly.
"You-" you pull at his hair. "You stupid, gullible, annoying little-"
"Ah, ah, ah! my hair." Sylus lets out a mock scream, holding your wrists.
"I hate you, Sylus." you climb on top of his crotch and pin him flat to the bed.
"Do you really think that low of me?" you ask, roughly grabbing his chin with three of your fingers. He looks at you with his red eyes widening with excitement and astonishment. "Do you think I'd ever able to fall in love with another man after meeting you?" you demand, twisting his chin.
"Do you think I can ever sleep with someone else after getting a taste of you, you demonic little dragon!"
"I know, I know, kitten." he starts but you cut him off by pinching his lips shut and sinking down on him, your lips a mere inch from his. Sylus parts them in anticipation but the kiss he so fervently desires never comes. He bucks himself up to smooch you but you retract your body, making him slump down in defeat and irritation.
"Please?" He asks, his deep voice getting deeper with lust.
You don't reply.
"Please, Y/N? I need you so bad. It's been four days now." he begs, narrowing his eyes. You had just made love the night before that incident and unbeknownst to you, both of you were yearning for each others touch in merely a couple of days.
"I don't know. I heard you but I'm not going to answer!" you tease him, crossing your hands across your chest. "Really?" He raises a brow as he grabs you by the wrist and brings you down over him yet again, the wet trail of tears on your cheek transferring to his face now.
He kisses you like a starved animal, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He cages your head with his hands and doesn't let you resurface for air until your lust gets the best of you and you begin to roll your hips over his crotch in languid circles.
"F-fuck." he gasps, breaking the kiss and looking down to where your body meets his. You kiss him deeper to take his attention away from your lower bodies and simulatenously, you unzip his pants, feeling his bulge grow and threaten to burst from under his briefs. You massage it gratefully and tenderly as it squirms in your hands.
"Excited now, are we?" you purr at him, separating your lips from his while a link of saliva keeps the two of you connected. You kiss his nose.
"It's getting so big, why does it feel like it's bigger than my hand." You take one look underneath you and his angry pink tip is poking out his briefs at this point, pointing at you with desperation in its color.
"Oh, Sylus~"
"Enough now." Sylus snaps, suddenly rising from his position and gripping your hips to flip your positions. He greedily pulls down your panties and holds each of your legs in his robust hands to pin them close to your ears, letting your knees fall on his shoulders for some support with your dress riding up and bunching underneath your sore breasts.
He licks his lips as he eyes your leaking pussy.
"What is this?" He purrs back at you. "And you said I'm excited?" he plunges a finger into you as it makes a loud squelching noise, making your hands race to you hold his one hand in both of yours.
"W-wait."
"If you don't want this, I'll stop." He states darkly.
You blush and pout at him.
"I wanted the cock..."
Something clicks in Sylus' head as his eyes start gleaming with a rush of excitement.
"Getting greedy, aren't we?" He says, freeing his grown manhood from the confines of his boxers. He strokes it a few times to prep it for its grand entrance.
"Nghh.. hurry!" you squeal, trying to grab at his cock from your vulnerable position but he catches your hands mid-journey.
"Calm down." He grins at you, rubbing your slimy clit with his bulbous tip.
"I've waited enough." you tear up. "I've waited for days! For you to even look at me again."
"You really want it that bad kitten?" he asks, his expression twisting into one of pride as he towers over you.
"I want it, I want it so much. I want all of it!" you moan out as he pushes the tip inside your wet hole and brings it out, earning a whine from you.
"Hmm...?" he cocks his head to the side, continue to glide his tip over your clit as you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. You wouldn't be able to, when Sylus is holding your thighs next to your head and your hands in his tight one-handed grasp.
He uses the thumb of his other hand to rub circles on your clit while he swipes his tip up and down your nether lips, humming to himself. It feels so good, you feel a bubble grow inside your stomach.
"Oh god, I-" you gasp. But right before the bubble could burst, Sylus retracts himself completely and you widen your eyes at him.
"What did you just-"
"I don't know, kitten. Couldn't give you your high for free when you plan to marry someone else, now, can I?" he smirks at you as you tear up even more.
"N-no! Put it back!"
Sylus leans over and presses his tongue to your clit before your high can completely fade away.
"Yes! Yeah, like that!" you scream as flicks your sensitive nub and continues to hum, sending explosive pulsations throughout your nerves.
"Oh, oh! Sy-"
And then he retracts again.
This time, you fight against his grasp to grab his neck. But he's too big. Too strong.
He merely chuckles at your weak attempts to free yourself.
"Seriously, fuck you!" you screech at him. "Fuck you, Sylus."
"Ahaha, look at my angry little kitten. I love to tame you like this." He smiles at you with love but you just want him to fuck the brains out of you right now. You wriggle enough of your hand out of his grasp to start rubbing yourself but he is quick to notice.
"There, there." he pushes your hand back into his iron hold.
"Fine kitten, let me make sure you forget someone by the name of 'Caleb' even exists."
With that he finally puts his cock into your weeping hole, halfway. I-it won't fit just yet, earning an explosive gasp from you. Sylus cocks an eyebrow at you.
"T-too big." you manage to say.
"Oh, do I-"
"No!" you protest. "More. I want all of it. Put it all in. It's mine. Only mine."
"Look at you, sweetie. Sure you can take all of it? have my doubts." he teases but you are determined.
"I'm leaking all over the bed, now's the chance, Sy." you reassure him and with a smooth motion, he puts in his entire length into making you see the stars. It takes you a few seconds to come back to Earth when he finally starts moving. He's fully folded you into a mating press now, his sweat dripping onto your chest as he grunts and groans, his tip hitting your cervix at this point.
"More! I want more!" you say as if it was even possible to take in more but it just motivates Sylus to increase his pace and intensity. His wet hair now sticking to yours as he doubles down.
You feel your orgasm building up again with each powerful thrust of his.
"Remind me, who do you belong to?" he rasps, nearing his own high.
"That stupid fuckface. I'll bury him alive if I see hiim again."
"Sy-Sylus!" you scream, your insides tingling and your walls pulsating around his girth. "You! I only belong to you! I'm all yours!"
"That's right kitten." he growls. "You're only mine." with this he picks you up and place you onto his lap, pounding up into you hopelessly. With a near feral moan, you come undone on him and he follows after soon, shooting copious amounts of his seed right into you. The both of you rasp and gasp as you come down from your respective highs, pressing your foreheads together.
He doesn't pull out even when his cock goes soft and you smile sheepishly as you kiss his eyelids.
"My dragon. Only mine..."
You place a final kiss on his lips, chaste yet loving. Sylus looks at you like you're his entire world.
"If you pull this shit again baby." you warn him, keeping steady eye contact. "No sex for you for the next six months."
He gives you his signature smirk. "I'll just marry Caleb then." he says making you roll your eyes at him and punch his shoulder as the two of you giggle and pull the blanket over your heads.
Love and Deepspace, Ft. Assorted Kinksโถ-อห เผโถ
>>>>>>>>>>>>> smut, mdni! >>> f!MC
โธ caleb
praise kink: okay so he gets off of being praised, like tell him he's the only one in the world who can satisfy you. Tell him he's the only one you need, and he'll show you just how well he can pound you.
lingerie kink: something about sneaking into the lingerie stores of the girl he's loved since childhood, the shedding of innocence and seeing you as an adult for the first time.
dacryphilia: I believe he has a savior complex. Seeing you cry and call out his name to save you would turn him on 100%.
powerplay: he's the colonel ffs he def gets off having authority and would love to display it in bed, having you at his mercy. The two of you get mutually turned on by this.
golden shower: The dawg in him will pee on you to mark his territory, especially after he sees literally any MALE interact with you, he'd feel the need to drown you in his piss and show you who you belong to.
โธ sylus
cockwarming: sylus is someone who needs external stimuli while working, since he tends to work all day. What is a better stimulus than your warm walls hugging his lonely cock as he types away on his laptop, or attends calls with his dealers, or cleans his guns...
body worship: will 10/10 be bowing down to every inch of your body. No matter how insecure you are, HE can't BELIEVE that all of you belongs to him AND he's allowed to touch it. Expect a lusty compliment every 10 minutes, sex or no sex.
sensory deprivation: canoncially believes that switching off one sense heightens the other so.... expect a lot of blindfolds and other innovations he might come up with to please you to the fullest
motorcycle sex: some days he wants to ride his motorcycle, some days he wants you to ride him, atop the motorcycle sfhsfk. he'd take you out on a ride to see the nightlights and you'd find a spot dark enough to climb on top of him and ride out the adrenaline rush.
size kink: big fat dragon cock, you'll definitely need to be trained to take in. It will take a few sessions but Sylus is more than patient.
โธ xavier
roleplay: I think specifically like... he wants to roleplay as hunters who bang bang after killing off a particularly difficult bunch of wanderers after a perfect display of teamwork? I can see it as something he'd want to do in real life but can't so he makes up this scenario in bed.
consensual somnophilia: he sleeps so much, he gives you the permission to play with him even when he's asleep. He'd often, to his delight, wake up to you sucking him off as he giggles drowsily
groping: possessive kitty, will grope you in public if anyone even looks at you. He'd grope your ass anyway frequently but he'd bolden up and grope your boobs too.
anal: ... he loves your other cavities but the shitter is his favorite place to nest.. something about the deviation from the norm and the chance to plug in 3 fingers into your pussy while he fucks your ass really gets him off.
also, golden shower: would def pee on you too. Wants you to swallow it mostly. Does it more than caleb, and not to mark his territory - he just likes peeing on you. Love when the sound of the trickle bounces off your tits.
โธ rafayel
waxplay: well melt some candles with his evol and pour it over you. It really resembles his cum. Spreads it around your body to guage your reaction.
neon paint play: Loves having sex in the dark but also wants to see the shape of you properly. Paints your curves with neon paint as he watches you illuminated breasts marked with glowing Xs bounce around in the dark as he thrusts into you.
underwater sex: again, he loves watching the flabs of your body, especially your breasts and ass bounce in the water when he pounds into you. He also feels this is his natural habitat and the most natural way for him to make love to you.
also roleplay: he'd love to play the hostage with you as the capturer, sorry not sorry.
foot fetish: hear me out, him licking your toes and rubbing up wet strips up your sole and kissing your heels. He wishes your feet were a tail but they aren't so he shows his admiration for you by lathering up your legs.
โธ zayne
bondage: he likes it when you take away his ability to move. He's the one the likes to be bound up so he can frown and snarl at you while you have his way with him. Closeted sub boy.
nipple play: loves loves lovessss suckling on your nipples like a baby. Wants to have you boobs constantly in his mouth, rent free. Will especially need a nip session post a tiring work day.
car sex: He has an AUDI for a reason and it's not mileage or performance. It's to make it reek with the smell of sex after you and him go multiple rounds atop the expensive leather of the back seats. He makes sure your head never hits the car interior
face sitting: Sit on him, sit, put all your weight on the wicked curve of his nose. Don't just hover over his face, plant yourself DOWN. He will give you the best head of your life while his angry cock slaps itself on his abdomen, waiting for its turn.
breeding kink: Dr. Zayne wants to knock you up so bad but you aren't ready yet. So whenever you decide to be on birth control, he will absolutely fill you up with his seed and watch it pool inside you, guaging your fucked out expression and dreaming of the pretty babies you will make in the future.
It was ceremonious for Sylus to initiate most of the sexual encounters you'd have with him on the daily. It would range anywhere from his rough hand groping the flesh of your thigh, a flick to your clothed pussy while you were lounging on the couch, to his hand accidentally snaking up your chest and encircling your neck. You almost always obliged and gave in to his irresistibly lusted and hungry form. Every once in a while, though, you'd be frustrated beyond belief. It could be a minor streak of bad luck that day. Or maybe your boss stole credit for your work that day. Or maybe you had an argument with an impossible family member. It would become too much after bottling these emotions for a while, and you'd just want someone to steal away all of your problems from you.
You unlock the door to your apartment and enter with a sigh, Sylus immediately noticing and approaching you from the kitchen.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" He strokes your warm cheek and tilts his head, trying to read your tired, agitated expression.
"I just- It's-" you groan and furrow your brows, unable to put your emotions into words.
So when he says "Don't worry baby. I'll deal with it." giving you his signature slight smirk, you feel the weight burdening your shoulders simply fall off. In its stead, something feral is born inside you, and you know it's going to be a long night on your terms this time.
Sylus lets his head fall back onto the plush pillow as your moans mix with his exhausted grunts. His muscular, sculpted chest rises and falls with each deep breath he takes, his hands barely able to hold on to the flesh of your hips any longer. You press your hands on to his defined abs eagerly, trying to angle yourself better so you roll your pelvis onto him, making his cock dance inside you.
"Feel good, baby?" you ask him, cupping his cheeks and relishing his fucked out look. With a hiss, he shoots his seed inside you, painting your walls with cream, adding to the miniature white pool that's already forming inside you.
It's his fifth time now.
"I, sweetie, I can't-"
"One more, please?" you pout, placing a sinister kiss on his drying lips and providing them with some moisture by tracing them with your tongue.
He looks at you as if he can't believe he's hearing things right.
"One more, just one more baby? For me?"
He doesn't say anything but knits his brows together, repositioning himself to lay flat on the bed, with you still on top of him. You attempt to get off to experiment with a new position, but you find your precious pool of his and your combined slick gushing out of you and splattering across his abs like lotion. The sight makes you scramble to pick it up.
"Noo!!" you frown, leaning down coyly to scoop it into your mouth with your tongue. You give Sylus a five-minute break to regain his vigor while you play with his cum on his tummy, dabbing it, blowing bubbles wth it. When you make eye contact with him, you grin a toothy smile, showing off the white goo covering your teeth. He looks like he's about to pass out.
"Don't sleep, Sy." You say suddenly, grabbing his semi-hard cock and making him jerk awake.
His cock was your most favorite pacifier in the world. You needed it in your mouth at all times, sucking on it like a lollipop, like a straw for his milky fluid.
"Mmmm..." you moan knowingly, sending pulsating vibrations down his length which only make him squirm with overstimulation.
You trace a fingernail along the large vein running down his inner thigh while you suckle and make out with the tip of his cock, adding pressure on the slit with your tongue and gauging his reaction. He still seems out of it. You then descend lower and take one of his balls into your mouth, and then add the other one too, looking up again to see his cock twitch and slam itself against his belly.
"That works" you think to yourself, suckling on his nuts while flicking the tip of his dick with your finger.
It takes him barely 30 seconds to let out a deranged sigh and shoot a small load onto your forehead.
He's at his limit, surely.
You swipe the liquid off your forehead and stick your finger in your mouth, tasting the saltiness yet again. You are already massaging his soft dick yet again.
"You have one more in you... just one more? last one, please?" you coo at him and this time his eyes fly wide open. "How much more?"
"Last one, pretty please, Sy." you plead.
"You said that the last two times."
"Just one more, you can do it." you beg him, gliding your slimy pussy lips along his hardening cock. "One more, c'mon big boy."
Sylus plops back down on the mattress and lets you rub out your own orgasm on him, his dick now slimed up well with your slick. He doesn't burst with liquid this time when the dick pulsates and comes to a stop, slowly shrinking in size. His balls have been sucked dry and there is no more seed of life for you to harvest.
"....one more?"
Sylus takes the blanket from underneath you and wraps himself tightly in it, closing off access to him.
"I was kidding~~!" you tease him, climbing off of him and joining him on the bed beside him, making him the little spoon for once.
Sylus, the nocturnal creature falls asleep and doesn't wake up until 2 PM the next day, while you cook him a nutritious breakfast for maybe.. one more round later in the night?
