synopsis: A free use agreement is always fun
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Valko x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Sylus, fem!receiving with Zayne), penetrative sex (with Valko)
ZAYNE
You don't even hear him come home.
You're a little too focused on trying to clean the underside of the table, on all fours underneath it. It's only when you feel the weight settling behind you, cool hands gently gripping your waist and tugging down your shorts.
Immediately, you grin. This agreement was really the best.
"O-oh my god..." You gasp feeling his tongue run over the seat of your panties, soaking the fabric. He hums, doing it a few times until you start to whine. Still, he's mostly ignoring you. This is for his pleasure after all. Your orgasm is just a bonus.
You try to keep cleaning, you really do. But you manage three swipes with the damp cloth before giving up, arching into his tongue when he pulls aside your panties and licks a loooong stripe up.
"Z-Zayne!" You grip the cloth tightly in your fist, trying to ground yourself. It's not much use, he knows exactly where to push to make you cum.
"Fuck!" Curses slip out of your mouth as you cum, only partially directed at the stupid table from keeping you too still to turn around and watch him. You can already picture the pleased smirk on his face as he pulls away, though not without cleaning you up with his tongue and making you whimper from the overstimulation.
"S-stressful day at work?" You ask as he fixes your shorts, then helps you out from under the table.
"Just the usual. Do you need any help?"
"...Wanna help me clean the shower? I think it's a two person job."
SYLUS
It couldn't possibly be that important, right?
Well, surely he'd say something to stop you if it was. So you shrug, and make your way into Sylus's office, mouth already watering.
He glances up when you step inside, slutty little glasses perched low on his beautiful nose. His robe is tied low, as it usually is, as he half listens to someone on the phone drone on and on about some business deal.
A smirk appears on his face when you wave at him, already knowing what you're up to. But he doesn't object, turning his chair so there's adequate room between his legs for you to kneel down.
"That sounds fine." He murmurs into the phone, watching you undo his robe and palm his half hard cock. Even now, it's an impressive length, one you're never fully able to fit in your mouth, but you're not a quitter.
He inhales quietly the moment your mouth swirls around his tip, moaning at the taste. From an outsiders perspective, it might look like you were doing this for his pleasure. But you and Sylus both know that really, this is all for you.
"I'm sure you can handle it." You glance up instinctively, but he's still on the phone, eyes full of mirth as if he can read your mind.
Still, feeling encouraged, you take him deeper, drooling around his hard length. He always tastes so good somehow. It's nearly addictive.
"Feeling hungry tonight, kitten?" You hadn't heard him hand up, but it's clear he has. You hum in response, bobbing your head around him as he sighs, tossing his head back in pleasure.
"Use me as much as you like. As long as I can return the favour once you're done, yes?"
VALKO
As annoyed as you were at your boyfriend for working so late, when everyone else had already gone home, it did have one perk.
"H-hi?" Valko's eyes go wide when you straddle him, immediately stopping what he's doing to rest his hands on your hips.
"You can keep working. Just wanna ride you." You murmur, pressing a few kisses to his neck. It doesn't take Valko much to get going, probably because of the way your scent currently envelops him.
"You don't w-want my help?" He picks up what he was working on, but you know his focus is elsewhere as you start to undo his pants.
"Nope. Just relax and let me use you?" He shivers at your words, no longer able to respond the moment your hand wraps around his cock.
You're grateful for the skirt you chose today, simply pulling your underwear aside and sinking down on him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of his cock splitting you open so deliciously.
"Fuck..." He sighs, device clattering to the desk behind you as he grabs your hips, already thrusting up into you.
"Y-you're supposed to stay still and let-let me use you..." Your complaints are half-hearted, forehead falling to his shoulder as his hips snap up to bury his length inside you.
"You are u-using me." He pants, using his grip on you to bounce you on his length. If anything, it's the other way around, but you're not complaining.
"Oh god I'm close!" You gasp, the chair squeaking underneath your bodies. He moves you faster, thumb finding your clit and making you see white instantly, nearly screaming out.
"Woah...you should come use me at work more often."
On a good day, Sylus was cocky, smug, and rather arrogant, a facade that only sort of faded once your relationship began. So, you'd only assumed he would be the same in the bedroom. He'd be teasing you and mumbling cheeky comments the whole time for sure.
Right?
"It's alright, shhh I know, I know." A warm hand cups your cheek, gently brushing away a stray tear. He's only an inch or two in, but the stretch has your eyes stinging more than you'd been able to hold back.
"S-Sylus..." You whine, nails digging into his biceps. The sheets are cool against your back, though the sensation does little to distract you as Sylus slides in a little more.
"Such a good girl for me. You can take it, I know you can. So perfect." He's being so sweet, his eyes soft as he places gentle kisses on your heated skin.
"I don't-I don't think I can..." You sniffle, though your legs wrap tighter around him.
"Just a little more. Take a deep breath for me?" When you do, exhaling slowly, you feel him bottom out. You suck in a breath immediately, though your eyes roll back in ecstasy in the same moment.
"See? Does it feel good?" He presses soft kisses along the column of your throat, humming when you shiver against him.
"Y-yeah. Can-can you move now?" Your eagerness makes him smile, pressing his lips to yours like he can't get enough of it.
"Patience, sweetie. You should take a minute to adjust."
"I-I'm already adjusted! Come on, just fuck me?" He grins, hands interlocking with yours on the bed.
synopsis: What happens when you're the only one cumming?
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: just straight fucking lmao, edging (male), reader is a bad bitch
a/n: I said I would start writing multi's...I hope you enjoy!!
Zayne
It's one of Zayne's favourite's.
I mean, it's yours too. After all, he gets so loud when you're on top, even more so when you're in reverse, and he gets the perfect view of your back and ass.
"Fuck..." Zayne groans as you rock back and forth, back arched prettily. Your whole body feels like it's on fire, but in the best possible way. God, you really needed to do this more often.
You can't help but glance over your shoulder, clenching at the sight of him. His brows are knit in pleasure, head tossed back as he moans.
So pretty. Just as pretty as he'd been all of last week when he hadn't let you cum.
The thought alone makes you smirk. I mean, did he really think you were going to reward him for being such a hardass? Some genius.
"G-getting close?" Zayne sucks in a breath, feeling your upcoming orgasm in the way you start moving faster, hips slamming down on him relentlessly. You moan when his fingers reach around to find your clit, circling tightly until you cry out, vision going white as you cum hard around his cock.
He's panting behind you, waiting the torturous time for you to recover, to keep moving. Zayne's a gentleman, so he won't rush you, even though he's painfully close to bursting.
You slip off his cock with ease, biting back a laugh when you hear him involuntarily whimper at the loss of your warmth. When you slip off the bed, still not sparing him a glance, he pipes up.
"Are you taking a break?" He questions, sitting up and watching you carefully. You turn and smile, shaking your head with mischief in your eyes.
"Nope, just going to shower."
"You're not..." Zayne trails off, truly baffled at this turn of events. Perhaps he'd catch on quicker if the blood was in his brain, not his cock.
"Going to help you finish? Now why would I do that?"
Sylus
You love kissing Sylus.
He's just so good at it. I mean, you'd think he would have at least one flaw, but nope. Just perfect. It was infuriating. Sometimes, you just wanted to piss him off just to see what he would do.
Sorta like tonight.
"O-oh fuck!" You gasp, hands braced against his chest as you bounce on his cock. Sylus is laid back, the picture of sex on a stick as he watches you, hands guiding your hips.
"Feeling good, sweetie?" He leans up to kiss you once more, smiling when you moan into it. It's a sloppy, messy kiss, but it only turns you on more.
"Y-yeah! God you're-you're so big." You wish you were exaggerating for the sake of his ego. Unfortunately for you, his ego was well earned. Sylus's cock was a thing to behold, and the son of a bitch knew it. Every time you struggled to sink down on it, he'd smile that same cocky smile that just made you want to punch him.
"I'm-I'm close!" You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as you rock against him faster. He hums, eye burning bright red as your sheer desire overwhelms every one of his sense.
"Cum." He murmurs, smiling when you do it immediately. That stupid smile.
You're happy to see it falter when you sigh dramatically, rising off of his leaking cock and moving to get out of bed. A hand grabs your wrist, his brow raised.
"Forgetting something, sweetie?" He asks as if he truly thinks you're forgetting about him, and his orgasm.
"Hmm I don't think so. I mean, I came. So we're done, right?" You lean in to peck his cheek sweetly. He accepts it, but in a flash your bodies are flipped. Sylus pins you to the mattress, a grin splitting his face.
"I don't think we're done yet, kitten. If anything, you should cum a few more times. Right?"
Valko
Maybe it was mean.
Okay, it was definitely mean. Valko was such a softie, just the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. Teasing him like this might be going a little too far, but isn't that what girlfriends are for?
"Please-please..." Valko whines into your mouth, holding you so close that instead of bouncing on his cock, you're really just grinding your hips against his.
"I-I know baby." You murmur, chest pressed against his so tight that it makes it a little hard to breath. He's working on his strength control after all.
"Feels-feels so good. You're so perfect." Praises fall from his lips every moment. His amber eyes might as well have hearts for pupils with the way he's looking at you, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Well, his tail isn't out right now.
"You're-you're sweet too honey. God I-I'm close!" You gasp, managing to snake a hand between your bodies to circle your clit. Valko takes your nipple in his mouth, sharp canines scraping against it and making pleasure shoot through your spine. It's evil, how good he is at this.
But not as evil as you're about to be.
"God!" You nearly scream as you cum, head tossed back. Valko gasps at the sensation, not quite there yet. But you know he won't be far behind, so you have to act quickly, despite the aching in your legs from his unbelievable size.
You slip out of bed, but he immediately moves to follow you, frowning the moment he isn't touching you.
"Where-where are you going?" He pouts, trying to grab you. You do your best to act nonchalant, avoiding his sweet, pleading gaze.
"Just to shower! Is something wrong?"
"I...no. I guess not." He pulls a pillow in front of his cock, though you note that it's the pillow you sleep on, and his hips have already begun to buck into it.
"Well, alright! I'm gonna shower okay?"
"Wait! Can...can I join?"
"...Alright. Come on babe. You can finish in the shower."
Riding Sylus is a daunting task. Everything about him is large and impressive. His cock is no different.
“God…” You’ve barely sunk down an inch and you need a break, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubs your back soothingly, the heat of him making you near dizzy.
“You’re doing so good.” He praises you, his gaze soft as he studies your pinched expression. He doesn’t offer to take over just yet. You’d insisted on this after all.
“You…your cock is so big.” You murmur, moving to sink down a bit more. His grip on your waist tightens, his jaw clenched. Sylus won't admit it, but you're practically torturing him with this pace.
"You can take it sweetie. Such a good girl." The adoration in his voice makes you clench, finally sinking down on his length. You both moan in tandem, your nails digging into the muscle of his arms.
"Knew you could do it." He smirks, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as you blink away the stars from your vision. He's so deep like this, so deep you can almost feel him in your throat.
Now you just need to move.
"C-could you help me a little?" You mumble the request, almost embarrassed. For once, Sylus doesn't tease you. Perhaps because he's just as desperate as you are.
The moment his hips jerk up into yours, you moan. He sets a steady pace, not fast or slow, just deep. Your eyes roll back as he pounds up into you. It's almost immediate, how quick your orgasm builds.
"S-Sylus oh my god!" You gasp, working your hips against his. You lean in to connect your lips to his, mostly to hold off from cumming so soon. It's a desperate, sloppy kiss, and it apparently has the opposite effect for Sylus.
"Fuck..." His head falls back, brows knit in pleasure as his cum fills you, spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your thighs. You slow your movements, eyes wide.
There's a few things about you that Sylus finds peculiar. One of which is your texting style.
'Show me that cawk'
Your text lights up his phone, and the longer he stares, the more confused he gets. What exactly were you asking of him?
After a quick google search, he manages a slight grasp on the scenario. A calendar check confirms his theory for the reason you're asking for such a thing, and with that in mind, he's happy to oblige.
One might feel awkward taking nude photos for the first time. But of course, such a thing doesn't apply to Sylus. It's almost too easy for him to find a good angle, mindful to also include a sinful shot of just his abs.
He also makes plenty of use out of the bottle of massage oil in the nightstand.
After taking a dozen or so photos, and one short video, he sends them with the caption 'Does this satisfy you?' and sits back. You read it almost immediately.
And then...nothing.
For five minutes, Sylus waits. Doubt starts to creep up just a little. Perhaps the pictures hadn't been satisfactory. He hadn't included his biceps. Maybe you were mad?
'Come over. Quickly. Please. Can't cum without you.'
He doesn't bother getting dressed, never more grateful for his ability to teleport easily into your bedroom. You'd been expecting him to do so given the way you nearly launch yourself at him, shoving him onto the bed and clambering on top of him.
"Did you like the pictures?" He murmurs into your mouth, fingers sliding into your panties and making you melt into him.
"Y-yeah. But-fuck-the real thing is s-so much better."
"Is this another one of your pranks?" Sylus glances around for a camera, smirking when he notices your unamused face.
"I'm serious, Sy! If you want one, you should get one drawn up. I'd be happy to sign it so don't worry about that." You can see the moment he realizes this really isn't a prank, given the way the smirk slowly vanishes from his face.
"A prenup implies we'll be getting divorced in the future. Is that something you have planned?" His tone lacks it's usual mirth.
"Of course not. I just figured...you earned all this money. It's not fair for me to just take it if we were to get divorced." Your words make Sylus frown, and a flicker of irritation burns in his eyes.
"We won't be getting divorced." He says through gritted teeth, making you sigh.
"Sylus, I'm not naive. There's always a possibility that something could happen. Love is like that! Maybe one day you wake up and-and you don't love me anymore. You should be allowed to leave without having to wo-"
"No."
"...What do you mean no?" You echo, watching as he suddenly strides over to you, nearly crushing you in a hug. You pat his back gently, suddenly feeling like the tone in the room has changed. He squeezes you tighter, as if worried you'll fade away in his arms.
"There will never come a day where I don't love you. Never. You have half of my soul and all of my heart. Everything I have, everything I built, all of it...is for you." He murmurs the words into your ear, finally meeting your eyes when he's finished. You manage to nod, knowing if you speak too soon you'll likely burst into tears.
"Okay," You concede after a moment of silence, "No prenup."
Sylus hums at your words, pleased, giving you one more squeeze before releasing you from the hug.
The most surprising thing about Sylus is not his obscene wealth, not his secret soft spot for stray cats, not even the fact that he likes to walk his mechanical bird in the middle of the night.
No, it's his sex drive. Or rather, lack thereof.
At first, you chalked it up to him being respectful. Surely he just didn't want to seem too eager and overwhelm you. After all, he looks like that. He's practically walking sex on a stick. You're sure he knows it, just like you're sure he wants more.
But as months of you being the only initiator drags on, worry starts to find its' way in your mind. Did he not want to have sex with you at all? Was he only going along with it because you wanted to?
Maybe you just weren't good enough for him.
"Are you okay?" Sylus nudges you with his shoulder, the movie paused. You pull yourself from your racing mind, pressing your lips together. A part of you wants to lie and pretend nothing's the matter, but you're tired of feeling like this.
"I've just been wondering...you never seem to initiate sex. Am I not..." He cuts you off quickly.
"It's nothing to do with you. I suppose...sex is only one form of physical intimacy. I feel the same type of pleasure from your mere presence as I do when we have sex." He says it almost casually, while you stare at him in shock.
"So like...right now. You're as happy as you would be if I was naked on top of you?"
"Yes." He answers easily, while your jaw drops.
"Are you sure you're a human male?" Your question makes him smirk, leaning in until his nose nearly brushes yours.
He steps into his bedroom intending to change his shirt, filthy with some blood that isn’t his. But the figure on the bed draws his attention.
It’s the middle of the day. He knows you should be at work, that you rarely visit him at this hour and when you do, you’re never asleep.
He tugs his ruined shirt off, not even bothering to put on a new one as he presses a hand to your forehead. Not warm. He gently touches your pulse point with two fingers. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath till he feels the rhythmic beating.
Apparently, he hadn’t been quiet enough in his worry. Your brows knit as your eyes slowly open. The confusion on your face quickly dissipates as you see him. You smile sleepily, and Sylus thinks his heart might beat out of his chest.
“Hi.” You mumble, rubbing at your eyes. He almost wants to laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Care to explain why you’re in my bed in the middle of the day, sweetie?”
You sigh as if you hoped he wouldn't ask that, laying back down and nuzzling into the pillow. You look so adorable for a moment he just wants to bite you, but he refrains from doing so.
"I can't sleep." You mumble.
"You seemed to be sleeping just fine a moment ago."
"Cause I'm here. I can't sleep at my place anymore. It doesn't...feel right." You peer up at him, awaiting his reaction. He merely smiles, ruffling your hair just a little.
"Would that have anything to do with the company you often keep when you're here?" He's already slipping into bed, curling up behind you and holding you close. You hum, drowsiness creeping into your tone.
