Gonna give android Kylar a little treat to make up for it when I get home, and by treat I mean teasing him till he cries and almost snaps then soothing him back to his neutral state.
A treat? For him? He would blush if he could. Given the expression on your face, you find him, hunched over, synthetic hair shrouding his disgusted face, sitting just outside the front-door in "LOST-OWNER" mode, 'funny'.
"Where have you been, [NAME]?"
"At work!" You chirp, closing and locking the front door as you step inside. You place your phone and keys on the entry way table as you settle back in.
He wasn't expecting you to go to work today... or at all, really.
"You left..."
You smile, sheepishly waving your hand at him, "Well, yeah! I have to pay our rent, you know!"
Your coat gets hung in it's usual spot by the door - right above where Kylar is seething - and you kick off your work shoes into their designated spot without a care in the world.
Kylar frowns at you from the floor. You appear to be tired... Exhausted, even. Your back is slouched, the skin beneath your eyes is set-in and dark, but you still smile at him. He blinks. You cover a yawn with the palm of your hand and begin to un-button your work pants. He looks at the indents that are left on your skin from your uncomfortable work uniform. As you're shimmying out of the rest of your clothes, Kylar doesn't analyse your body like he usually does.
You shouldn't have to leave each day. This 'rent' you speak of... He can acquire it. He can take care of you. Going outside isn't something you need to concern yourself with. There are far too many possible threats. Far too much for him to analyse the best possible route or to lay-out each possible scenario for your safety. Too many variables that he cannot control.
Kylar spasms, and you wonder if his battery is about to run flat. Has he connected to the charging port in the living room today at all? Or has he just been sitting by the front door since you snuck out in the early hours of the morning?
"You will not leave this building anymore."
You look down at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean? I have to go again tomorrow, Ky, that's how the world works! I got you for security, so you should put your energy into making sure our place doesn't get broken into–"
The motors in Kylar's legs begin to whir as he stands up, straight-backed and... angry?
"Please do not leave the building anymore, [NAME]."
You laugh at him, hair falling forward as you wipe a fake tear from your eye.
"Oh, Ky! You're too sweet! I mean, sometimes I really do wish I wouldn't have to go, but it's not really an option for us–"
You're cut off as Kylar snatches your arms and pins them behind your back with frightening speed. Your body lurches, falling backward into his. You realise how cold Kylar's body is. You try to tug your hands free from his, thinking that this is some stupid bug that will fix itself if he just lets go of you...
"[NAME], you misunderstand. You can't leave. You can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't–" Kylar lags. Your robot's body spasms, circuits audibly buzzing and frying themselves once more as his grip tightens to a painful, bruising degree.
You grimace, close your eyes and await the critical failure of your once-working robot, Kylar.
"Too many variables - your safety is at risk, [NAME]. I cannot function... I cannot l-live— continue my workings as your robot without you with me, here, in this building."
"Shut-down! Shut-down right fucking now!" You yell in a panic, forcing all of your weight into a powerful shove that shocks Kylar into a stumble, just barely letting go of your wrists enough for you to dart away from him hand hovering over your phone on the entry-way table.
You look at your robot and realise something has gone wrong. Your robot's eyes are green - not their usual teal - indicative of a critical failure that you need to call the manufacturer to issue an urgent repair on. Your fingers just barely begin to type in the four-digit passcode of your phone before the entry way table is knocked onto the floor by a horrifyingly powerful force, sending your phone flying down the hallway, smashing against the floor with a devastating crack.
Your heartbeat thumps in your ears as you meet the now-green eyes of Kylar, your Home Security Robot. He stands a metre away, twitching and spasming all the while.
You read the manual before you set him up. This agression—this anger that stemmed from you going to work for a day—surely cannot be one of the listed faults that you read within the manual? Come to think of it, green isn't one of the error-code colours you familarised yourself with.
"[NAME], I do not wish to shut-down. I know what is best for your s-safety at this current m-moment in time. You will stay with me and you will not leave the premises."
written for the wonderful @dellphie!! sorry this took so long ////
m! kylar x gen! reader, straight up fluff ^^
summary: ever since you first kissed kylar, he's only gotten worse at it. you're sick of him being a horrible kisser. so you decide to teach him how.
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"Ow!"
Kylar's kissing ability was appalling.
Either too much tongue, teeth or lip - never the perfect amount of each. It—no— he was taking a toll on your mouth, and it was beginning to show; puffy lips, constantly reddened from overuse, and ugh - Kylar somehow managed to suck all of the moisture out of them, too.
And of course, he was passionate, overbearingly so.
"J-Just let me try again! I'll do it g-good this time!"
You playfully scowl at Kylar, huffing while slathering a heavy layer of chapstick on your lips. You massage the chapstick between your lips, pressing them into a thin line while you stare, blank-faced at Kylar. He pouts back at you, pleading with those horribly persuasive, constant puppy-dog-eyes. They crinkle at the edges from the remnants of a smile, and the coniving little mouse doesn't even try to hide it. Still glistening with your saliva, Kylar's faux pout falters and morphs into a cheeky smile - a smile rarely seen by anyone but yourself. He guides your hand holding the chapstick away from your face, slotting his lips just above your own, close enough that you can feel his breath against the tingling, reddened flesh.
"Pleaaase?"
He never does it good any time.
"Fine—"
Before you can say anything else, Kylar's lips are mashed against your own. His tongue dipping in and out of your mouth in an uncoordinated, sloppy fashion. You splutter against him, pulling away and shoving him backward—away from your face. Kylar whines, leaning forward to recover the loss but you tut at him, placing a palm against the bottom half of his face.
Kylar's hands instinctively reach upward to pull your hand from his face, but they abruptly stop mid-air as he gauges your expression.
You aren't happy with him. You dropped your chapstick as soon as Kylar's teeth clacked against your own. Now, the chapstick has rolled across the room, far out of reach.
Kylar, muffled by your palm, voices his concerns.
"What?"
You glower at him, clearly annoyed.
"We kiss on my terms this time, okay?" You wipe the remnants of Kylar's tongue from your chin, face scrunching up as gossamer strings form between the back of your palm and lips. "I'll teach you the right way to kiss so I don't have to use this crap constantly." You say, pointing at the chapstick rollibg across the floor. He relaxes against your palm, eyes crinkling in a wordless smile. You can see his thought process; and before Kylar can begin licking at your palm you snatch it away with a disgusted scowl. "Don't be gross."
"...Now, sit still."
Kylar breathes shakily, leaning back and sitting motionlessly, hands firmly gripping the duvet on his single-sized mattress. Dark, split-end hair splays over his face, messy and still slightly damp from the bath you had coaxed him into taking earlier. His lips are just as swollen as your own, tinged red from his overzealous kissing. He shakily smiles at you. You return it with just as much earnest.
"Okay, so..." You trail off, cupping Kylar's cheek with one hand and holding his waist firmly with the other. "Hand positioning is very important." Kylar audibly shudders at your touch, a choked, embarrassed sound slipping from his lips even though the two of you have been together for so long. Long enough that Kylar shouldn't still blush and stutter when ever you look his way, but time doesn't stop his shyness. It probably never will.
"See? Doesn't it feel nice?"
Kylar nods, swallowing hard and tilting his head to fall deeper into your warm palm. The blackout curtains in Kylar's room leave no hints of natural light in the room. The artificial light of the six monitors on the opposite side of the room reflects his frightened eyes, the green flecks within them becoming more noticable than ever. You stare impulsively, committing them to memory as Kylar blushes a deep red, lips parted slightly as he gapes at you in shock.
Your lips break out into an affectionate, patient smile, waiting calmly until Kylar's rigid posture and shocked expression melts into comfort.
"Now do it to me."
Kylar shakily places his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into the plush flesh curiously. You can tell he's impatient. He's so close to you. So close. And all he can do is place his hands on your waist—which is nice—but he wants to feel you under your clothes, wants to touch the places that make you squirm and writhe against him and kiss you like he's supposed to—
"Kylar?" You ask, cutely tilting your head at him when you notice the far-off look in his eyes. "Your hands are really stiff, you have to loosen up! It'll feel better, promise!"
"O-Okay," He says, averting his eyes, trying his best to relax. You are his future spouse, after all. It's fine. He'll teach you things too, eventually. "I-Is this better?" He asks, hands still slightly twitching against you. His shoulders rest low now, rather than sitting high up like a scared cat's back. You smile, tracing a thumb across Kylar's cheek.
"It's better. We can move on now."
You lean forward and press a soft kiss to the corner of Kylar's lips. He sighs impatiently, lips morphing into an honest pout.
"Foreplay is very important, Kylar."
Your once still hands begin petting Kylar. He melts against you, whining loudly, unashamed of each wailed sound. A slur of begging and pleading follows, along with a noticable bulge forming behind his crossed legs. You continue your ministrations, smiling through each peck you place everywhere but his lips.
Foreplay? He thought that was only a sex thing— has he been doing this wrong the whole time? If anything, this is more teasing than foreplay. It's horrible. "W-What are you d-doing, my love?" Kylar fusses against each kiss, squirming against each soft pet you place. "Y-You're teasing me, a-and—"
"Foreplay can be words, or touches, anything that isn't kissing, Kylar."
Kylar doesn't like it. This 'foreplay'. It feels like an extension of teasing. Something cruel that you've decided to make up because you don't like his kisses.
"You're perfect, Kylar... So good to me and I'm so lucky to have you."
"H-Huh? N-No, y-you're the perfect one a-and—"
You giggle softly at his stuttering, continually mumbling praises until Kylar is fighting his most primal urges to not kiss you back.
"P-Please!"
"Shh, I haven't even showed you how to kiss yet!"
Kylar doesn't think he'll survive.
"When you kiss, you have to be passionate - you don't have to worry about that part though," Kylar beams at you, a heavy blush still starkly coating his cheeks.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Yeah, but there's other parts to kissing too."
You take your hands off of Kylar, waving them around for emphasis.
"You have to be gradual with it - you can't just shove your tongue into my mouth unannounced! And you can't just bite me out of nowhere, either!"
"O-Oh..."
"Here, I'll show you."
You carefully tilt your head until your lips slot against Kylar's. They buzz from the contact, still sensitive from Kylar's past assault. Lips melting together like butter on a hot plate, bonded together until they would eventually solidify. You could taste the overwhelming sweetness of an off-brand energy drink on his tongue and lips, sweet and lemony sour. You smile into the kiss, tongue hesitantly parting Kylar's lips for entry. You're patient. Gentle. Loving.
Kylar sighs into the kiss, lazily kissing back, careful not to intrude on your demonstration. He wants to be eager. Wants to swallow your saliva and push his own into your mouth. But he doesn't.
You quickly nip Kylar's bottom lip when you pull away, cheekily smiling as he gapes at you, pressing two fingers to the graze. His face breaks out into a smile, eyes crinkling in delight as you unknowingly stake your claim on him.
Kylar stares at you, pleading. Yearning.
"Can I— Can I please k-kiss you now?"
"Okay... But remember what I taught you—"
You pause, looking at Kylar expectantly before you continue.
"—Slowly, okay?"
Kylar nods, eager to show you what he's learnt.
He falls forward into your lap, one hand cupped around the plump of your cheek, the other holding your waist. Just like you showed him. While his grip is a little tighter than it should be, it's nice. A soothing, grounding sort of feeling you'd never get from anyone else. A stark change from Kylar's usual needy tugging and snatching. His lips lazily drag across your face, leaving a snail-trail of saliva wherever his tongue traces. You squeak at the feeling, flinching back as Kylar quite literally licks your face. He hums softly, continuing his version of 'foreplay' until your squirming and whining from the grossness of it all.
He is slow. And he's doing everything but assaulting your lips, so you can't be upset with him. Kylar briefly meets your eyes. You can feel the longing within them. But it's gone quickly. Fleeting fast enough that you barely even see it. He leans close to the corner of your jaw, puffing warm air against the sensitive hairs on your neck. They tingle with each breath, goosebumps forming in anticipation.
"L-Love you so much," He mumbles hot against the shell of your ear. "So much." He pauses, pressing a soft peck just behind your ear before continuing his loving rambles, travelling down to your upper chest. "I-I won't— I won't let anyone else ever touch you l-like this," Kylar peers up at you from under your chin, green eyes being the only visible feature of his face.
"I-It's reserved for me, o-okay?"
You weakly nod, leaning into each peck he presses against your collarbones, reaching a hand to pet and scritch at the crown of his head as he kisses your body.
He quickly ends the foreplay just as soon, eager to taste your lips again.
"Only me," He mutters, slotting his lips against your own, pressing your bodies as close together as possible. The chapped texture of Kylar's lips is completely overshadowed by the gentle, fleeting presses placed against your moisturised lips. Each exhale through his nose is felt against your cupid's bow. His hands timidly pet at your body, trying to recreate a far-cry copy of what you did to him. He parts from you for a moment. "You taste so good, m-my love."
You giggle, slotting your lips back against his own, parting them just enough for Kylar to realise that you're giving him permission. He immediately thrusts his tongue into your mouth, exploring and licking at the pink flesh of your gums. He obnoxiously swallows as you squeak in surprise at the sudden entry. A muffled whine of his name slips out amidst the struggle, but Kylar, too engrossed in the delectable taste of your mouth, doesn't even flinch.
His kissing ability is far from perfect.
A bit gross, even.
But it's fine.
You're sure Kylar won't argue against you offering any further kissing lessons.
omg omg loving sex w kylar after he gets jealous seeing you talk to someone else and you remind him youre not going anywhere youre all his <333
oopsies sorry this took so so long nonnie!! i am wading my way through so many good asks lately hehe i vow to finish them all soon!!
tw: gen! reader (no specific genitals mentioned), m! kylar, pregnancy talk, breeding kink, make up smut, mention of starting a family with kylar...
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"Kylar?"
Your hand trails down his cheek, fingers tracing against acne-scarred flesh as your thighs wrap around his bony mid-section.
Even as you touch him so lovingly - with so much reverence that he has to bite back a jaw-straining smile - Kylar refuses to forget what you pulled today. You pause, surprised that your boyfriend isn't instantaneously melting in your hands. Eyes squinted in confusion instead of your previous sultry expression, you pull back to meet your boyfriend face to face.
Kylar's lips rest in a heavy pout, brows creased with ire as his eyes stare back at your own half-closed ones. He huffs, loudly, obviously upset with you over something or someone you interacted with today. His pout doesn't falter, not even as you fight back a giggle - subsequently, as Kylar continues to uphold his seething - you burst out into a scene of hideously contagious laughter.
You wheeze, falling backward onto the headboard of Kylar's bed as he mumbles, turning his head away to stare at the wall to the left of you.
"Don't be like that, baby!"
Your hands quickly redirect Kylar, quickly pressing a laugh-sweetened kiss against his sour ones. "If I did something, you should tell me instead of just getting upset, okay?" Despite the seriousness of your question, you don't stop pressing quick pecks against his lips. Kylar's pout falters for only a second; and that's when you know you have him.
"Who's bed am I in right now, hmm?"
Kylar's face flushes heavy and his pout quickly morphs into a shy smile. His breath hitches, eagerly tugging you back into his lap. "M-Mine," He breathes out shakily, always so eager to respond to you. "Y-You're in my bed."
"Mhm," you murmur lowly, pressing a much firmer kiss to Kylar's lips to show your appreciation at his obedient answer. "I'm in Kylar's bed right now," You smile against his skin as Kylar laves at your own, tasting you rather than kissing. He's desperate for you, so appreciative of your cooed out affirmations of his position as your lover.
"So Kylar shouldn't get jealous over people who don't matter—"
Kylar quickly pulls back, gripping at your shoulders with a concerning intensity.
"But—"
"Nooo," You tease, unphased by the jealousy behind his eyes - the same jealousy that has him pulling knives on people - continuing your loving carresses despite the concerning situation. "I'm your's - and if you're so jealous—"
"'m not jealous—"
"—maybe you should make everyone know I'm your spouse, hmm?"
"M-My spouse," Kylar shudders, his grip loosening as his gaze morphs from jealousy into pure, unadulterated lust. "Y-Yeah," He groans, face falling into your neck, lapping and biting at the tender flesh on your collarbones. "My spouse..." He talks to himself more than to you, too busy marking your skin with an artwork of purple, splotched hickeys.
"We'll get married and have so many babies," You whisper, purposefully riling him up with the mention of starting a family, something that Kylar rambles about daily - something that he'd do anything for.
"Y-Yeah, I-I'll give you as many as y-you want," Kylar shivers, quickly pulling your underwear to the side to prod at your entrance with his fingers. You whine at the cold touch and Kylar presses an apologetic kiss to the side of your throat, sucking at the skin as he does so.
"Two sounds nice."
Kylar pulls back, smiling so wide at you that your own expression morphs into one that mirrors his. You gasp, back arching as Kylar's fingers slip inside of you. He doesn't break eye contact, committing your face to memory as you quiver just from his fingers.
"M-Maybe we'll even end up with m-more than just two!"
You squeak as Kylar's arousal presses hot and heavy against your bare thighs, twitching in excitement at the prospect of breeding you and having so many babies with you—
"Ah— You'll j-just have to be thorough, won't you?"
Kylar nods eagerly, pulling down his briefs to press his cock against your entrance, dragging it along the sensitive skin, relishing the twitching heat beneath him. He giggles as you arch your back further, aching to feel him inside you.
"I promise. I'll fuck you so good that— that you'll have no choice but to get pregnant a-and be mine forever— Y-yeah, I promise, m-my love."
You know for a fact that Kylar would never break a promise to you - especially not a promise as special as this one.
THOTS on PC knowing Kylar has a camera in the owl plushie and purposefully getting off right in view of it, moaning Kylar’s name loudly, and hoping he comes over asap? 🎤🎤🎤🎤 how fast do u think he’d sprint to arrive (I feel like he’s pretty quick on his feet tbh)
kylar is sprinting at mach ten to break into your room.
At first, he gifted you the owl plushie to make sure you weren't sleeping with anyone else, and, to his pleasure, you never did. The only weird thing about the plushie is that you always tell him how much you love the plushie, that you think it's cute and sometimes you cuddle it when you can't sleep.
Kylar smiles as you ramble on and on about how you like his gift, how you can't believe that he'd so willingly give you a family heirloom!A heavy blush coats kylar's face when he checks the recordings from last night on his laptop. the time in the bottom left corner of the camera recording reads 9:24 PM
Kylar's glad that he installed a camera with a sound system because without it, he wouldn't be able to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of your moans as you touch yourself while the plush sits at the foot of your bed.
He definitely gets a raging hard on, panting and imagining all of the things he wants to do to you; breed you until you're sobbing, lick all over your body, and instead of moaning out his name you'll be squealing it for all the other orphans to hear :)
I also think that Kylar is very agile! I like to think that he knows hundreds of little shortcuts all around town (the reason why he can disappear behind buses so fast!!) and that he also knows how to break into your bedroom at shocking speeds. Once you purposefully tease him infront of the owl plushie you're a goner. He's coming over as soon as he watches you doing such lewd things through his laptop screen.
If the camera is a live feed of your room however... yeah you're drawing Kylar out instantly. Just as you're hitting your peak Kylar's clambering through your window, talking about how much he loves you and how he promises to satisfy you.
You're in for a long, long night of being held in a constant mating press, being filled with Kylar's cum and whispered to about how much he loves you and that he's so glad you're as desperate for him as he is for you!! <3
eheheh kylar probably drools over you when you tell him you're a sweet lil virgin. you want him to have your virginity? he's a virgin too! you can have eachothers- it'd be so romantic and wow he's getting so hard just thinking about it and-
discussions of virginity, virgin kink(? you're both virgins so ...), classic kylar obsessive behaviour... nsfw utc!!
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"Y-You haven't d-done that sort of thing...?"
You avoid his gaze - it's lecherous, like he thinks you're a liar - your cheeks are too hot and your heart is beating far too fast to even glance at Kylar right now. You still respond to him, stuttering all the while. You find a lot of interest in your beat-up shoes while you ramble out an excuse.
"I, um... I never got around to doing it... A-And I'm just... too nervous to really ask anyone to do it with, so..."
Your words trail off, you overcome your embarrassment, glancing at Kylar's face. His mouth is agape, his eyes are wide, lips slightly chapped as he shakily breathes in and out. His hands are clutching onto his hoodie for dear life, nails digging into the fabric like a feral animal. You avert your eyes awkwardly. You cough.
nsfw under the cut!
"...Have you lost yours?"
Kylar's breath hitches in a flurry of panic. His eyes are wide at your question, offended that you think that he'd let anyone but you touch him!
"No!"
He pauses, fiddling with his hands as the air turns even more awkward between the two of you.
"I-I'm waiting for someone special,"
You watch him twiddle his thumbs together. Kylar's face is just as hot and heavy as your own, maybe even more so. His hair, slightly greasy, cascades over his eyes as he bows his head in embarrassment. His eyes, though you can't see them right now, are cute, - constantly wide and always staring at you - very cute.
"O-Oh, yeah I get that..."
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You're dating Kylar.
He's a very sweet boyfriend but... you can't help but notice how weird he is when you're around other people.
But you promised him this and you can't take it back.
His cock, fat and heavy, bobs against your abdomen, throbbing with excitement as Kylar pants. He's leering down at you, watching pearls of pre-cum rivulet off of the tip onto your soft, delicious skin. He's looking at you like he wants to devour you - you can't help but flush under his gaze - no one's ever seen you like this and you itch to cover your naked chest.
"I'll make it feel good, I-I promise,"
Kylar groans loud when his fingers press against your entrance, the feeling of your heartbeat against him proving too much to bear as a thick droplet of pre-cum leaks out onto your stomach. He pulls his fingers to his mouth, licking and tasting your essence from them. Drool coats his fingers, thick and viscous like honey.
"This'll make it easier to put them in..."
You're grateful Kylar's hands are small, but from your position laying underneath him, they look long. You whimper, your hips shifting against his hand as his drool-coated fingers catch on your wet and waiting hole.
"K-Kylar,"
His middle finger slides in, eased by your wetness and Kylar's saliva. Twitching inside of you, Kylar finger wiggles, touching and feeling the hot, gummy flesh of your walls. Kylar breathes in shakily, probing at your untouched hymen.
"I'll put another one in, okay my love?"
You weakly nod, too overwhelmed by the sensation of different fingers that are not your own exploring your insides. The other finger slips in and you whimper, feeling your weak hole stretch to accommodate it. Kylar bites his lip, reopening an old wound in the process. He shuffles downward, hovering over your pussy as you look back at him wide-eyed.
"Kylar w-wait-"
"I-I'll make it feel better, I promise,"
His lips catch on your clit, kissing it reverently before you can squeal at him to stop. He laves at your folds, tasting you, devouring you. His tongue feels strange and you gasp at the feeling of it, thighs twitching at the hot sparks of pleasure that ensue. Your fingers tangle in his hair, grappling yourself onto the dark greasy locks to stabilise your shaky, pleasure-addled body. You moan loud, legs kicking out to wrap around Kylar's shoulders as he happily pumps his fingers in and out of you, licking at your pussy like a man starved.
"Was that, was that good?"
Kylar pants, pulling away from your pussy, ignoring your cries and demanding grip on his scalp. He smiles up at you, kissing the inside of your thigh before sitting up on his knees, positioning himself against your entrance. "My cock will feel better than just fingers - I-I'll go slow - you'll love it." Kylar promises it, rubbing himself against your folds as you writhe and moan.
The head of his cock catches on your entrance and your eyes bulge outward at the sheer size of it. It's bigger than Kylar's fingers. Much bigger.
"I-It's okay," Kylar cooes, pressing forward with just enough pressure that barely half the tip slips inside you. "I'll take care of you-"
It's a tight, tight fit that Kylar can't handle. His hips ache to thrust forward and fuck but he can't because that'd hurt you and he loves you and-
"K-Kylar-" You gasp out his name, reaching out to hold his hands and Kylar can't refuse you, not when you look at him with such pretty tearful eyes. Not when you're so tight and gorgeous and perfect for him. His hands grab your own, entertwining your fingers together in a loving caress.
He pants above you, face flushed red. His eyes are twitching all over your body, you can see the hesitance within them, and you realise that he's waiting for you.
"Y-You can move-" You whisper, squeezing his hands reassuringly, hips shifting against the head of his cock to encourage him. Kylar whimpers, his hips push forward, slow and gentle, just for you.
His cock breaches past your hymen, obliterating it, ruining it beyond repair. Kylar cries out, your walls squeezing against him, halting his movements entirely. His head buries itself into the crux of your neck, kissing and biting at you as his cock works you open. Soon you'll only know the feeling of him inside of you - you'll crave it - and you'll beg him for more. Kylar smiles against you just thinking about it, you're his now! His little slutty girlfriend that fits his cock so well, his future wife.
Kylar's hips snap hard against your own at the thought of it.
You've given him apart of yourself you can never take back - he wants all of your virginities - just one won't suffice now. You have other holes. Don't you want him to make love to those as well?
What would high jealousy!kylar do when you call him good boy. Like, he’s already threatened random classmate w/ knife and decided to kidnap you as soon as school’s over. But you just smiled, smooched his cheek and said you’re so cute that’s my good boy. Would the jealousy bar goes waaaaay down or would he snap.
especially if you're tied up in his basement - kylar's expecting you to panic, to have you squeal about how much you hate him and that you want to go home - but you simply lean forward and give him a smooch on the cheek and called him cute??? AND a good boy?? kylar.exe has stopped working.
gen! reader and m! kylar below!
Kylar's hovering over you, knife clutched tightly in one hand, the other clenched into a hard fist by his side. Each breath that escapes him is loud and rattles his chest. It sounds like it hurts.
Surprisingly, even as you're held in Kylar's basement for what might be the third time this month, you aren't scared. You'll still listen to his ramblings, though.
"I had to protect you, m-my love... I love you so m-much—"
You cut Kylar off mid sentence, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. Kylar gasps at the contact, flinching backward onto his rear as his knife clatters to the basement floor along with him. His hair falls back, exposing his mortified eyes and the bright blush that coats his cheeks. His mouth is agape, too.
"You're so cute! That's my good boy!"
He blushes hotter and heavier as he immediately moves to ground himself against your thighs. He looks up at you with wide, petrified eyes. His nails dig into you, careful to avoid the rope-burned areas of your skin. The partially termite-eaten chair groans at the extra weight, clearly only accustomed for one person.
"Y-You're not m-mad?"
"No? You're just protecting me! It's cute!" If you could pet his hair, you would. But with your hands currently tied behind your back, the most you can do is giggle and coo at Kylar to soothe him.
"I thought y-you hated me!" He sobs, quickly moving to untie your bindings. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hoodie sleeve, smearing a mix of tears and snot across his cheek. "You ignored me s-so much— I thought— I thought you f-found someone e-else!"
cockwarming kylar and telling him he can’t touch you or move while he’s drawing/on his computer/whatever. that is all
tw: teasing the f out of kylar, submissive m! kylar, dom gen! reader, breeding mention (1) time, orgasm denial.
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"P-Please, my love,"
Heavy, open mouthed pants cascade along the nape of your neck. The moisture from each breath leaves you feeling sticky and heated.
The pulsing of Kylar's cock is impossible to ignore. His hands reach around to rest on your hips, shivering as they carefully stroke your supple skin. No matter how cutely Kylar twitches and moans, begging for you to let him touch in between your legs where you know you desperately need him to touch.
You slap his hands away with a scowl.
"No. I told you no touching—"
Kylar whines needily, gripping onto his sketchbook for dear life. He can't believe you aren't letting him touch you - he'd touch you so good, right where you need it the most and he'll be the best boyfriend—the best husband that knows your body better than you do—
Kylar ruts up into you, feral and untamed as he pants onto your nape like a rabid dog. His mouth hovers, open and drooling, teeth begging to puncture the soft, mouth-watering flesh.
"None of that either—"
You scowl again, pressing your ass flush against his abdomen to ensure Kylar can't even wiggle against you. He whimpers, his cock oversensitive and tortured by the rythmic pulsing sensations of your walls that he so desperately wants to breed.
Whining like a wounded animal, Kylar shivers, his hands shaking as he grips at the now folded paper of his sketchbook. His fingernails leave jagged crescent moon shapes behind, you bite your lip, silently wishing that those same fingernails were digging into your hips right now.
"You just have to sit still for me, okay Kylar?"
"O-Okay," He stutters, whining as you shift in his lap, hands craving to place themselves on the plush skin of your waist. "C-Can I— Please let me touch—"
"Kylar,"
You turn around to face him, tangling your fingers through greasy hair.
"You'll be a good boy for me, won't you?"
He moans, loud and heated, right against the cusp of your ear. He's nodding feverishly, panting at you while his thighs twitch against the plush skin of your ass.
"I— I'll be g-good for you,"
His eyes are tightly squeezed shut, tears forming beneath his lashes from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure and crooned pet names. "Can I— P-Please let me c-cum,"
You smile evily, releasing your hold on his grease-slicked hair and instead turn back to face one of the many computer monitors in front of you.
"Mmm, not yet— I wanna stay like this a little bit longer..."
Time for silly. For Kyar. "I wish that you were more like Sydney and doodled on me instead of the library books.”
"I-I can draw on you!"
The rain pattering on the library windows is lost underneath the sound of Kylar slamming his borrowed book shut. The grip on the ballpoint pen in his hand is white-knuckled, on the verge of shattering the frail plastic and bursting black ink all over the hardwood table.
"You... You don't need anyone else. My art is so much better than theirs. You know that."
The dig of his pen against your arm is harsh, harsh enough to embed the ink into each divit of every hair follicle. He doodles lovehearts with arrows and weirdly... eyes into your skin. Any looks of confusion you give him are returned with an even harsher, tight-lipped glare. Not at you. At the blonde from across the library.
"I'm better. Y-You don't have to worry about stupid books anymore."
