The concept of saving up a ton of money to buy Sylus a really expensive present. Like Iâm talking saving up all year to drop like $18,000 on a custom designed watch or something priced absolutely crazy to a normal human.
You give it to him, all giddy and wide eyed as he opens it. Watch him study it, pick it up and admire every little detail about it. Telling you how much he loves it, going on and on about how sweet and thoughtful you are. UntilâŚ
âI saved up all year to have it made for you!â
You saved up? You spent your money? Your money?
Sylus tries to hide his expression, immediately horrified by the idea that you spent your hard earned money on him. Someone who has more money than heâll ever know what to do with. Who practically begs you to be self indulgent on his card⌠âSy⌠do you not like it?â
âI love it, very much. It just may be one of my most prized possessions now.â And he means, truly he does.
But mentally heâs planning on wiring you $100,000.
Caleb's eyes grew wide, ears tinging pink as you poked his cheek.
"What�"
"You're pretty," you repeated, tilting your head. You traced your finger down his jawline. "It's not fair, really. How am I ever supposed to look away?"
Caleb made a low sound in his throat, quickly pulling you onto his lap and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You can't just say things like that, pips," he groaned.
"Why not?" You pulled his face up, cradling it in both your hands. "I love you."
â "Let Caleb kiss you?" He scoffed "That limp-dicked friend of yours? He'd probably cum in his pants just from looking at these tits."
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Your heart races as Sylus drives into you from behind, his thick cock slamming deep into your soaked pussy with brutal force. The bed creaks like it's about to break, and your soaked panties are crammed in your mouth, the wet fabric muffling your desperate moans into sloppy, incoherent sounds. Sweat slicks your skin while drool spills over your lips.
"You think you're so fucking clever, huh?"His voice rough with that jealousy you've been poking at all night. His hand comes down hard on your ass, the smack echoing sharp, leaving a hot sting. "You think you can keep talking about that fucker Caleb and get away with it? Mentioning how he used to hold your hand, how he knows all your secrets? No problem Sweetie, I'm gonna pound this cunt until you forget his goddamn name."
He pushes you further down, forcing your ass higher, your face grinding into the mattress as he owns every inch of you.
"Look at you, leaking all over my dick already," he sneers, twisting a handful of your hair and pulling your head up until your back arches sharp. His teeth sink into your shoulder, not gentle, drawing a muffled cry that vibrates around the panties. He laughs, "Can't talk back now, can you? Good. That smart mouth of yours has caused enough trouble tonight. Taste how soaked you were all evening, thinking about making me jealous"
Another spank lands, harder this time, right where your ass meets your thigh. The pain shoots straight to your clit, making you buck against him. You nod as best you can, the panties soaking with your saliva, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, smearing your mascara. His free hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your swollen clit and pinching it roughly. You cry out into the gag, as you sqiurm weakly.
He smirks for a second before he slams in harder, jolting you forward on the bed.. "That's right. Imagine him seeing you like thisâ panties crammed in your mouth, my cock buried balls-deep in your cunt. Caleb can't fuck you like this, tell me baby can he?."
You shake your head frantically in denial and feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, coating his balls as they smack against you. He suddenly flips you onto your back while yanking the panties out. Your mouth feels raw, lips swollen as he grabs your ankles, yanking your legs up and over his shoulders and thrusting back in with one savage push. "Look at me while I fuck you," he demands, eyes locked on yours. You can't look away, not with the way he's dominating every inch of you, his cock dragging along your walls, thick veins pulsing inside. "Say it. Tell me this pussy's mine." He smacks your clit again, harder, and you gasp, words tumbling out in a rush. "It's yours, Sylusâfuck, it's all yours!""
Sylus chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Good girl. But that's not enough. Tell me more. Tell me how you'd let him touch you if I wasn't around. Lie to meâI dare you. I want to hear the filthy thoughts in that head of yours while I stretch this pussy wide." He pulls out almost all the way, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, slick with your juices, before slamming back in to the hilt. You cry out, back arching, and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his piercing eyes. "Spill it, baby. What would you do with him? Suck his cock? Let him bend you over like the brat you pretend to be?"
Your mind races."I⌠I'd⌠maybe let him kiss me," you whisper, knowing it'll set him off more, and it does.
"Let Caleb kiss you?" He scoffed "That limp-dicked friend of yours? He'd probably cum in his pants just from looking at these tits." Sylus's hand slides down to squeeze one breast roughly, thumb flicking the hardened nipple. "They bounce so nice when I fuck you. Bet Caleb's jerked off thinking about them, but he'll never know how they feel wrapped around my dick. You're mine, you hear me." "Mmmph... yours... Sylus... all yours..."Â you rasp out, voice hoarse and broken
He hooks your knees over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half, and plunges back in, the new angle letting him hit spots that make your toes curl. Your pussy grips him obscenely, juices squirting with every withdraw, and he pins your arms overhead with one hand, the other back on your throat, pressing just right to make your pulse hammer.
"Eyes up here, Sweetie," he demands, staring down with that feral glare, hips rolling deep before slamming fast. You lock eyes, lost in the intensity, body trembling under his control. He lets go of your arms to grab the belt from the nightstandâyours, thick leatherâand loops it around your wrists quick, cuffing them to the headboard with a yank. The grasp of it holds you open, helpless, as he deliver a sharp slap to your inner thigh, then straight to your spread pussy, fingers teasing your sensitive nub. "Tied up like the teasing whore you are. You wanted this didn't you? Wanted me to lose control and remind you who owns this pussy. No escaping now you little brat."
His fingers assault your clitâpinching, slapping lightly, circling with brutal pressureâbuilding you up fast, then denying with a cruel pause. You strain against the bonds, hips lifting for more, but he just smirks, leaning to bite your earlobe hard. "Beg properly, you filthy tease. Tell me how much you love pissing me off, how you crave the my dick."
"Fuck, Sylus, I'm sorryâI just⌠I wanted you like this. Jealous, rough. Fuck, Sylus, you're so deepâ" The pressure builds, coiling tight, and you nod frantically, words spilling out.
He laughs, low and menacing, spanking you mid-thrust. "Wanted me rough? You got it, sweetheart. But next time you mention him, I'll tie you up and make him watch while I fuck you with my cock until you forget his name."Â
Summary: You had been saving yourself, too scared to give it away to the wrong person. Zayne being the gentleman he is, never pushed, never forced, just waited. But when you finally made a move, he embraced you with the gentle love you had always dreamed of. 18+!
W/C: 1.8K
A/N: This is literally my first time ever writing smut, so please be kind to me :')
Zayne is a patient man. You knew and loved that about him. You have been dating him for well over a year now, and not once has he made you feel bad about not wanting to have intercourse with him. Sure you guys have made out, and you have definitely... felt... his attraction towards you, but anytime it would heat up too much, your body locked up on it's own accord. Zayne being the lovely gentleman he is always stopped when he took notice of this and whispered sweet nothings into your ear when he would hear your soft sniffles of defeat.
This was all going to change however. Why? Because you had decided so. You have seen so many sides of Zayne, and knew that he was endgame. The way he would stay up helping you think of a needed plottwist for the book you were writing- even if he himself had just gotten home after an exhausting day of work. The way he would heed your every wish when you were sick, making you your favorite tea, snuggling next you in bed as he calmed your overheating body gently with his evol. And even in the way your body responded to his when your lips softly collided, his hands ever so softly snaking down your sides with the occasional squeeze.
You had known for a long time, he would not take your first time lightly. He knew what it meant to you, and the thought of finally giving yourself to him in the most intimate way you could, excited you way more then you yourself had anticipated. So having made up your mind you decided tonight would be the night. It would work out perfectly. Tonight he would receive an award from the hospital, commending his hard work of the past years, with significant overtime, and he had invited you to be his plus one to the ceremony. So, you had decided to wear his favorite light blue sundress, with cute little jasmine prints on it, with the prettiest blue lace lingerie you had ever laid your eyes upon.
You had bought it a couple weeks ago, in preparation for tonight, wanting to look your absolute best, when your eyes had spotted the set. It was a see through lace, with cute little flowers on it. It was out of your comfort zone, as it left little to the imagination, but imagining his reaction to seeing this had you softly squeezing your thighs together.
As you looked at everything you had prepared, you were sure, this was going to be a night to remember.
~~~
The ceremony had been grand, celebrating your boyfriend like he deserved, as they recognized all that he had invested into the hospital. The award was glass, in the shape of a crystal, with Zayne's name boldly written in the middle, with his accomplishments now etched into the material. A reminder for all he had done for not only the hospital, but the people he had saved.
Peoples chatter was loud as you had your arm hooked into your boyfriends while he was talking to a business partner. The lingerie set had become increasingly uncomfortable, chafing you a little every time you moved, making you shiver ever so slightly. Zayne however looked happy. Not to anyone else of course, his face betraying nothing of how he felt, but you could feel it, his slow and steady breathing. The way that he walked from business partner to business partner. He would never admit that being awarded for his efforts made him this happy of course. 'It's just a reward, it doesn't mean anything.' he would probably say. You knew better though.
After a couple hours of small talk and pretty smiles, the party had finally concluded, and when you made your way to home the clock already read 2AM. Luckily both of you had a day off tomorrow, or you might've chickened out all together. He softly laid the keys in their respective bowl in the hallway as he moved to take off your coat. The crisp summer air slowly turning a little chillier as it's making it's way for autumn.
"You looked lovely tonight my love." His deep yet soft spoken voice startled you out of your daydreaming, as you give him a smile.
"You looked quite ravishing yourself tonight doctor." A small chuckle left his lips as he moved to undo your shoes. You lift one leg as he undoes the strap to your heel, immediate relief flooding you as you sigh out. He obviously notices.
"Do they hurt?"
"Only a little, luckily I could lean on your arms most of the night, so my feet honestly didn't bother me too much." as you say that, you softly shake your foot back and forth, trying to shake the tension out.
"And here I thought you just really wanted my attention tonight." A giggle slipped out before you could stop it.
"I didn't mind seeing everybody fight for your attention knowing I get it without asking." He hums softly in acknowledgement, making his way back up after getting both of your shoes off, giving you a soft peck on the lips.
"Always my love, you will never have to ask." He moves to turn around, but before he could, you grab him by the wrist and cup one of his cheeks, softly laying your lips on his. Immediately he closes his eyes, reciprocating your efforts, as he cups one of your cheeks, mirroring you, softly moving his lips in tandem with yours. You sigh, as your body melts into his. You can feel him slowly grow against you as he breaks the kiss.
"We should stop here my love, it seems I'm having a harder time holding back then usual." He tries to move back, but you stop him, keeping him caged against you.
"Then don't..." Immediately you hear him hiss, his hazel green eyes boring holes into your own, searching for the source of your sudden comment.
"Don't tempt me my love." You shake your head and pull him back into a kiss, causing him to groan into your mouth as he pulls you impossibly close. Then slowly you feel his tongue licking your bottom lip, waiting, and you let him in.
The kiss is deep, dizzying you in it's intensity, leaving you almost breathless, but Zayne doesn't stop. His tongue exploring every part of your mouth. He softly bit your lip as he moved back, leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath. A small string of saliva still connected.
"Are you implying what I think you're implying?" His voice sounded hoarse, like he was struggling to even get the words out, as his chest heaved just as hard as yours was.
You hesitated for a bit, not sure how to put the right words together. His eyes searched yours, the longing, and raw want making you weak in the knees.
"I am." He let's out a breath you didn't even realize he was holding, and before you could process what was happening, Zayne had already picked you up bridal style. His lips find yours again, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he moves to the bedroom. His steps unhurried, as are his lips, as if giving you room to back out if you so desired.
But as he gently lays you down on the bed, you tug at his shirt, trying to get it off of him. He chuckles softly as he takes his time to remove it, and by God, if the sight didn't have you drooling. You were downright staring and you knew it. His chiseled abs highlighted by the soft streaks of moonlight seeping through the bedroom window. Before you could even think your hands moved to his chest, feeling his hard muscles and warm skin under your fingertips. You hear his breath hitch as he jolts softly at the contact.
"Are you sure?"
"Undress me Zayne." God he looked like he was going to fall apart. He has waited so sweetly, so patiently, and you could see his self control chipping. Slowly but surely.
He didn't waste another second as his fingers found the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down. Breathing labored, his eyes were lazer focused on your shoulder straps that were now hanging off of your shoulders. Then finally he took the straps and moved them down, revealing your lace bra, and you could hear his breath stuttering.
He steadily moved the rest of your dress down your body, eyes greedily drinking in every curve of your body, every roll and dip, the way you shiver softly at being exposed.
"You, my love, are the most beautiful thing I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on." His hands gripped your thigs lovingly, slowly making their way over your body, feeling you under his touch, fully, finally.
His cold hands are a stark contrast to your burning body, thighs squeezing softly to have any kind of friction, as a deep want coils in your stomach. Slowly he sinks to his knees, spreading your legs and your breath catches in your lungs, eyes widening as he looks at your pantie clad pussy. And then you feel it, his fingertip against your bundle of nerves and a whine escapes your throat when he starts making a steady circling motion.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, please keep going." You sounds so breathy it surprised you he could even hear what you said. You cry out sharply when you feel the flat of his tongue lick at your clothed sex.
"Want to taste you love." Goosebumps prickle at your skin as his breath glides over your folds. Then finally he tugs your panties down, and when his mouth finds presses a soft kiss to your clit your back arches s you instinctively move your hands into his hair, earning a groan out of the black haired man.
His tongue worked you steadily, working in a rhythm that had you seeing stars.
"Oh God, please don't stop." That only spurred him on as he gave your clit a harsh suck causing you to arch your back once again. Your climax caught you off guard, heavy waves of pleasure invading all your senses, leaving you convulsing while his mouth never stopped working on you. His large hands had a firm grip on your hips as he moved you through your first orgasm of the night. After the ringing in your ears finally stopped, you opened your eyes, blinking away the stars as you slowly come to.
"I'm going to make you cum on my tongue at least 2 more times before even thinking of going further." And with like that, his mouth was on you again, fulfilling his promise to you.
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synopsis: reader is a streamer doing a face reveal
wordcount: 1138
â "Congratulations! you have reached your goal of 30k donations. post to celebrate." you read the notification at your streaming account. Your latest donation was from the infamous RedRubyCrow109 who donated the remaining 20k to your goal
â you rubbed your eyes, thinking itâs still a dream. Scrolling through the posts of your community and it was flooded with posts.
âwhat do i do, i havenât prepared anything!â you ran your hands through your hair in frustration.
â you start remembering dreamâs face reveal and are lowkey scared it'll happen this time TO YOUâ but youâre not that well known so it wonât be an issue.
â you decided to write a post for the community
âI canât believe we reached the goal in such a short time! Thank you for supporting my channel and as i promised iâll do a face reveal in tomorrowâs stream :)) #pls-be-niceâ
â Obviously half of the comments were excited and the other half complained. however you ignored it and spent the whole day shopping and upgrading your set-up to make it as cute as possible.Â
â next dayâŚthe stream will be starting in a few hours. You double checked everything, the lighting was perfect with a hue of purple, with a nice camera angle, you also dolled up for the stream.
â you stared at yourself through the camera monitor and did some awkward poses. You still felt embarrassed and nervous but whatever, its too late to back down now! And you were gonna make a V-tube model soon anyways, so it wonât matter in the future.
â the stream finally started! You didnât open the camera immediately, chatting idly and reading comments until enough people joined.
Thankfully your streamers were supportive and kept cheering you up
Rndmplay replied: âman shut tf up youâre so annoyingâ
Lilgui replied: âitâs a surprise she hasnât banned you from her stream yetâ
â rolling your eyes at the annoying commentor, well he was beneficial for increasing your popularity with his annoying comments.
â but you couldnât help but notice the absence of your top donor. His comments were always so eye-catching due to the numerous badges next to his username...thereâs no way you wouldâve accidentally missed it, he usually comes early and chats with you.
â Wait, why are you disappointed? Itâs just a random person. Fuck it.
â taking a deep breath and mustering your courage, you finally enabled the camera, your face showing on a quarter of the stream and the comments started moving faster with heart emojis and keyboard smashes.
â chat: "omg wait you're so cute!
chat: "HOLY SHIT"
chat: "UR ADORABLE also where's your top from?"
chat: "mid"
â Honestly, you were so nervous you didnât even read most of it. You kept subconsciously hiding behind your hands and peeking through your fingers at the comments.
â but your appearance wasnât really what your fans expected. Of course, stereotyping sucks.
Your style was more elegant, dainty and cute. Itâs just your personal style and you loved it anyway.
But no one wouldâve expected that this girl is the same one that breaks the sound barrier crying when she loses her 50/50 on her favorites banner.
â chat cheered and spammed your comments, you had an army of simps now and it felt a bit embarrassing but also gave you a confidence boost! You eventually felt more confident and stopped hiding behind your hands or hair. and donations kept coming in again, variety from 10 to 2,000
â but he is still not here yet...
â âwho else expected a girl with eyeliner, piercings and cat ear headphones? đâ
âIs this a joke?â
âI expected a hot mommy with big [redacted]â
â yeah that last one got banned in a millisecond. And chat cheered for it.
â ânot you guys calling me basic.â you jokingly rolled your eyes. Your shyness was very obvious in your voice tone. You were unusually quiet this livestream.
â your heart skipped a beat when his familiar icon showed up as he joined the stream and immediately straightened your back.
â heâs late. and he didnât comment for a bit and you started feeling a bit self conscious. He was usually active, spamming you with comments and donations but heâs too quiet now without saying a single word.
â âhe must be disappointedâŚâ you thought to yourself and stared at yourself through the camera monitor again.
â âwhat could possibly be wrong? I did my hair, my makeup was simpleâŚmy outfit is nice too. Purple is my best color! Is it cuz i'm notâ'
â DING! RedRubyCrow109 donated 1000: âHello, you look divine. â
â your heart skipped a beat as your hands fiddled with the string of your zip-up hoodie. You felt a bit relieved when he finally commented and tried to not appear too excited
â âhii, thank you, red ruby! youâre late today.â you joked, immediately stopping yourself from sounding too excited but you did seem giddier.
â RedRubyCrow109: Sorry, i was unexpectedly busy today. Iâm watching your stream while working.â your heart skipped a beat, his dedication was so sweet.
â before you could respond, âaww, thatâs sweet. Iââ
â DING! RedRubyCrow109 has donated 5,000. Message: "to make up for being late, prettiest face reveal ever." followed with a little heart sticker
â You almost choked on your drink and chat started spamming againâŚâO-OH Thank youââ
â DING! RedRubyCrow109 has donated 5,000. âOh and a little congratulating gift. also sweetie could you please increase the maximum capacity of donations? I can only donate max of 5000 per transaction, itâs bothering me.â
â wow, this man! You canât tell if it's hot or if it's too arrogant and indirectly calling you broke. you chuckled and brushed a curl out of your face.
â âI canât do that right now since iâm in a livestream! Iâll do it after i log off.â you responded with an awkward smile.
â DING! DING! DING!
RedRubyCrow109 has donated 5,000.
RedRubyCrow109 has donated 5,000.
RedRubyCrow109 has donated 5,000.
â it just kept going. Your eyes widened as you tried to keep up with the donations and comments. Your hands fumbling the mouse.
"Uhmm-- is this a glitch or?!"
â RedRubyCrow109: Iâll just send it in small chunks if i canât do it all at once.â
â âIS HE SERIOUS?! Just how much money does he have?!' you thought to yourself
â Chat: wow bro is printing money
Chat: CAN HE BE MY SUGAR DADDY
Chat: he called me broke in 295 languagesâŚ
â and well you decided to flag him. you wanted to make sure it's not someone's stolen card or a child using his mom's account!
â RedRubyCrow109: âDid you just flag me sweetie?â
â âI didnât! It mustâve been the server or something! you were spamming, it must've been suspicious behavior or something."
â RedRubyCrow109: that won't stop me.
I can picture Sylus in the middle of a tough mission then going "hold on i'll miss the livestream
Caleb always knew you would be a good mother. Watching you give your daughter the childhood you two never had makes his heart swell so large it feels like it might burst.
It was a typical Monday morning, with you juggling getting ready for work and preparing your daughter's lunchbox for school. After sliding the container into her backpack, you walk over to where she's sitting at the counter and brush her hair out of her face, which was dangerously close to falling into her bowl of cereal. Caleb's chest aches at the sight, and a smile slowly spreads across his face. You're so attentive and nurturing, nothing like the spoiled brat he encouraged you to be in your younger years. He really does think you're the perfect mother. His thoughts are interrupted by an alarm blaring on his phone, letting him know it's time to go.
Just as your husband was about to slip out of the door, you pulled him back by his tie and turned a quick peck into something deeper. Reluctantly parting, you straighten his tie and offer a bright smile.
