contents : afab!reader, she/her, mentions of past sexual trauma, cunnilingus, established relationship, spoken consent, sir, good girl, darling, dearest, not proof read (i know, i know, i’m lazy whatever), short ending
Word count: 2.9k~
minors DNI. 18+!!!!
When you began dating Vyn, you never once hid your trauma and predicament. He was well aware of the incident and the baggage you carried from it. He was dually aware that you did not expect him to fix you. You saw a therapist of your own and had been working with them for a few years now. You were not for Vyn to fix. As your boyfriend, it wasn’t for him to do.
Vyn was more than understanding, completely agreeing with you. You worked at your own pace and with your therapist to heal how you needed to. Vyn was just there to love and support you, with or without the trauma you were working through. He, of course, was always at your side on good days and bad days. When you couldn’t make an appointment though, he’d always offer extra comfort, as he knew those days could be rough.
This particular day, when you arrived back to your shared home, you felt every nerve ending in your being on edge. You noticed Vyn’s slippers were missing as you slipped on your own pair. He must be in the house somewhere, you thought.
You carefully set your coat aside, entering the foyer. Not there. Looking to the kitchen, you found nothing there either. You recall that Vyn didn’t have any scheduled sessions this evening though, so if you were to check upstairs, you’d be okay.
Heading up the wooden stairs, you slowly made your way. It wasn’t rare for Vyn to be unaccounted for when you came home typically. Especially since he’d take emergency or late night sessions to better his patients. That was something you always admired about your boyfriend. In the one and a half years you were together, you got to know just how caring he was. Vyn was wise and compassionate. He always made time for you and his clients, rarely ever double booking. Even when he did happen to have overlap, you couldn’t find yourself too upset. Vyn Richter was a man dedicated to helping others. He wanted them to succeed and healthily manage whatever they may be dealing with so they can lead a long, happy life. So, there was hardly any room to be upset when he may be a bit late to a date or run over time on a counseling session, food already on the table.
You made it to the top of the stairs and sure enough, Vyn’s office door was closed. You quietly made your way over, footsteps slowing. You had big news. But it was scary for you.
As your hand raised to knock on the door, you hesitated. Vyn was one of the most loving and caring people you know. Vyn has always respected your boundaries and the pace at which you needed to go in the relationship. This development in your treatment should not surprise him. He can help in a direct manner finally. Vyn would not laugh or be disgusted. You had to remind yourself this, but your brain still struggled to believe it all.
It took you a bit, but you willed yourself to softly knock upon the white door. A muffled ‘come in’ promptly replied, causing you to walk right in.
Closing the door softly behind you, you looked to Vyn’s desk. He fixed his glasses and offered a gentle smile. Standing from his desk, Vyn began to speak. “Welcome home, dear. Did everything go well?”
“Yeah,” you began. Your voice drawled off, immediately putting Vyn on alert. He could tell there was more. You wouldn’t have come in to his office so shy and on guard unless there was - or you were needy, of course.
Vyn stepped out from behind his desk, motioning to his client couch. “Would you like to speak about it at all?”
You didn’t reply, instead opting to purse your lips. The anxiety was evident from your body language alone. The short walk over to the white couch was filled with an empty head, thoughts so loud your mind went blank. It wasn’t until your bottom hit the cushy surface that you recognized you’d made it over and sat down beside Vyn.
“You know I won’t force you to speak, ______. If you just need company or a hug, I am more than happy to supply.”
Why was he so sweet? And, why was this so difficult? It wasn’t like you hadn’t been intimate before! It was just…kept to heated makeouts and a bit of dry humping. Vyn was sexually attracted to you. He’d voiced that before. You were ready; you were simply scared.
“Vyn, I don’t know how to go about this. It’s…It’s just embarrassing.”
“My dear, there’s not a thing you could say that’d make me love you less or see you as less.”
“I know. It’s just difficult,” you groan. You find yourself reaching out for Vyn hand closest to you, wrapping your fingers about his pinky.
“Take your time, love. I’m free all night.”
All night. That’s right. Vyn is all yours tonight. You don’t need to tell him just yet if you aren’t ready. You two can go downstairs, have dinner, get ready for bed and then you could tell him. But wouldn’t it be better to rip it off like a bandaid? To get all this over with. The decision was difficult.
You looked to Vyn though, and your body knew which option it wanted more. Vyn was so pretty. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top two. You could see the veins in his strong arms. Something so simple, made you feel a coil in your stomach tighten. It was now. Your body was screaming now. And who were you to disobey?
“My therapist,” you began. One look in Vyn’s eyes that intently watched you, and you found yourself looking down, averting your gaze. “They, uhm..- ahem! Suggested I begin…exposure therapy. With you.
“They said replacing the bad memories with new, better ones, would help me. But I know that’s a big ask, so I understand if you aren’t interested or are busy. We can just pretend I didn’t say that and go have dinner-“
A warm pair of lips quickly placed themselves upon your own, grinning. Vyn. He was smiling into the kiss. He was smiling.
As he pulled back, the smile was still evident. “I would be honored to aid in your treatment. I can begin whenever you are most comfortable.”
“Can…we order in if we do it now to get it out the way?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Food is the best motivator or else I’ll never be ready,” you smile, half joking, half serious.
“Well, if you are certain.”
“Mm.”
“I’ll be sure to have my phone nearby to order as soon as we finish.”
That was all it took. And that is how you found yourself in your shared bedroom, back on the bed. Your legs were spread, Vyn sat in between them. Your panties had hastily thrown to the side almost as soon as you hit the mattress.
“Now, _______,” Vyn spoke up. He hiked up your skirt with a hand, catching your attention. Nothing was in the open just yet, but it was nerve wracking. His gaze never left your eyes though, watching carefully. “We’ve talked about the stop light system, yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
Vyn nearly let out a shudder upon being called sir. He could feel his cock twitch. Not yet, he thought. Not tonight. “Good girl. Red means?”
“Stop.”
“Green means?”
“Go.”
“Yellow?”
“Sl..slow down.”
Vyn grinned, patting his girlfriend’s thigh gently. “Good girl. I’m only going to go down on you tonight, okay? Eating you out, if you will.”
The different phrasing for the action made you squeeze your cunt. Everything was going so quickly. You knew Vyn would slow down but you just couldn’t help how anxious you felt.
“I’ll be gentle and slow. I’m sure this is scary and overwhelming for you. Please, don’t hesitate to stop me, call out your safe word, anything at all. This is about you. Okay?”
“M…Mhm.”
“May I begin? May I eat you out, darling?”
“Y-Yes, Vyn. Please.”
A sigh soft left Vyn’s lips before a smile graced them. Vyn took off his glasses, neatly setting them off to the side, on the mattress. He scooted back some, lowering himself down. It took everything in you to not close your legs, but your hands still instinctively covered your wet pussy.
Vyn didn’t even flinch though, gently taking one hand, intertwining your fingers together. “My love, don’t push yourself. I know this is scary.”
“I want to. My body just…I react without thinking.”
“I know. Hold my hand. I’ll take your other in just a second.”
You did exactly as he instructed, holding his one hand in yours with both of yours. His gentle grasp was so calming. It made you relax your tensed shoulders ever so slightly. Even as he fully flipped up your skirt, revealing your cunt, you found yourself not as anxious as expected. You did force yourself to take a few deep breathes though.
“Your other hand, milady,” Vyn beckoned. He waved his now free hand, inviting you to take it. You wasted no time, clinging to it automatically. Vyn’s hands were like a life line in the dark abyss. They were soft but strong. You put all your anxieties into them.
“Alright, my love. Once more, are you absolutely certain?”
“Yes, Vyn. I want you,” you whimper. You could feel Vyn’s light exhale over your skin. It nearly had you jumping. You resisted, yet again, opening your legs wider for your boyfriend, but never laying them flat. You struggled to not cage Vyn’s head but with how he held your hands, it made it difficult to lay your thighs flat.
All the while you tried calm yourself down, Vyn simply laid there, taking you in though. He didn’t make a move at all. He didn’t move to kiss your thighs, he didn’t move to taste you. None of it. He simply held your hands, resting his cheek against your inner thigh m. His eyes shut as he took his time, truly getting comfortable. But this only confused you. You could only see so much, and Vyn was a complex guy. What was he thinking? What was he doing? Not that you were complaining that he slowed down.
It was silent. But for once, your rushing thoughts ceased. You felt like you could breathe again. You weren’t struggling to take in all the air you could. The soft grip on your hands, kept you calm almost. Vyn’s cheek against your thigh, reminding you that he was always right there for you. Vyn was letting you get comfortable. He was giving you control back of your mind. Of course, this was a gamble. Your thoughts could’ve swarmed you instead of quelling.
You found yourself calming down so much so that your eyes fell shut. Your chest rose and fell at a steady, calm pace. You were calm. You trusted Vyn. Vyn would never intentionally harm you. That wasn’t in him. Everything Vyn did was to make you smile and be comfortable in your relationship, and in yourself. You never had to doubt when it came to him. Even when he wasn’t in sight, he was always there, ensuring your safety and comfort.
A small, soft kiss was placed upon your inner thigh. Vyn hummed softly, looking up to you. You were met with that honeyed pair of eyes as soon as you opened your eyes. Those eyes that were so intense, filled with emotion on top of emotion. You found yourself heating up even more.
“Darling?”
“Y…Yeah, Vyn?”
“I love you.”
“I-I love you too!”
Vyn pressed his cheek against your thigh, sighing softly. “Have you settled down a bit?”
Ah, as you suspected. “Y…Yes.”
“Good.”
Vyn shifted a bit, his grasp on your hands never leaving you. He centered himself between your legs, no longer resting against one of your thighs.
“I’ll be sure to keep the teasing to a minimum, my love,” he stated.
With another gentle, reassuring squeeze to your hands, you felt Vyn’s lips gently kiss your cunt. It was almost as if he was promising you he’d be gentle and take things slow. He was slow and cautious in his movements, tongue peaking out. Vyn gave an experimental lick to your clit. Upon seeing your collected response, he pressed on a bit, tongue stroking up your pussy lips. His tongue greeted every inch, leaving no spot unfamiliarized. Vyn returned to your clit though, tongue gently encircling it.
All the while Vyn’s hot breath was an added stimulation that had your eyes scrunching close and your breath being held. You could hear him chuckle ever so slightly and you shot your eyes open to glare at him but he just grinned at you, eyes staring into yours.
“Wh…What?”
“You’re cute,” he hummed, still drawing gentle circles with his tongue.
You could only whine at his teasing; he said he’d go easy on you but here he was right off the bat teasing you. As if to tell you not to whine, his tongue began to flick back and forth quickly, and you were suddenly whining for a different reason. You shut your eyes tightly and you tensed at the pleasure.
Vyn hummed, eyes trained in your face and reactions. His warm breath an added stimulation. “Such a gorgeous woman…trusting me and allowing me to taste her delicious count..”
While you initially feared his dirty talk would make things worse off, it oddly heightened the experience. He talked you through it, making your head spin and your cunt drool. Your boyfriend’s words going straight to your needy clit that he flicked with his tongue.
“My love,” he moaned, looking up from her folds. “This may…be a bit too much. I apologize but I can’t help but want to hear you moan for me. Just let me know if I’m being too much.”
Vyn proceeded to wrap his lips about your sensitive clit, sucking and slurping. At first it was okay but then as he continued to suck, you found your toes curling and back arching. A gasp was ripped from your throat. A desperate cry left your lips as he sucked, a triumphant grin on his lips at the reaction.
It felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. It was intense and had you begging for more but no more at the same time. Your hands tried to leave Vyn’s but he gripped your hands, not allowing it. You were his.
Once he finally came up, he panted, licking his lips. “What’s your color, darling?~”
“Green,” you said without hesitation.
“Oh?~ Did that feel that good?” He teased. “Then I shall continue.”
His tongue gathered your juices on his tongue, dining on you like you were a Michelin meal. His eyes grew dark with lust as his tongue prodded your pink pussy’s dripping entrance. He wanted more straight from the source. And he was going to have it.
Vyn muttered something about ‘such a sloppy little pussy’ before lapping hungrily at your folks again. He needed every drop you’d give him.
You didn’t miss how his hips subtly grinded against the mattress seeking his stimulation. But you knew better than to bring it up. He made it clear tonight was about you. So he’d settle for dry humping the porcelain white sheets, cock in his trousers begging to join in on all the fun.
“Vyn,” you moan, thighs beginning to tremble as his lips returned to your puffy clit. “Vyn, I-I’m getting close, love.~”
You didn’t need to tell him twice though. He sucked on your clit harder, tongue teasing it in his mouth, swirling it. His golden eyes trained on you, daring - demanding that you came on his expert tongue. An order from your boyfriend. An order you weren’t keen on disobeying.
You chanced a glance down only to see Vyn’s intense gaze on you. He was a wild but attentive. He was vigilant…all over you. It was as if he stared right through you.
And as if on command, your back arched and your toes curled. A strangled whine escaped your lips as you came, being pushed from your lungs. His name fell like a desperate plea as your senses were flooded with nothing by Vyn.
“Breathe, my darling,” he whispered. He was at your side in an instant, holding your hand and coaching you through the rush. His gentle voice was warm in your ear, reminding you to inhale and exhale. It was what brought you back to the shore and had you looking to him, panting.
“Are you alright..?”
You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yes…yes, I’m alright.”
“Was it too much?” Vyn inquired, wanting to make sure all was okay.
“N-No! No, that was…fantastic. Christ, Vyn.”
His worried but measured expression turned cocky. Vyn was a humble man but in that moment he was practically preening. That smug smile spread across his lips as he fixed his glasses back upon the bridge of his nose.
“Glad to hear I could be of assistance in your…care plan.~”
You swatted at his chest, rolling your eyes. Even now, he was cheeky bastard. But it was one of the reasons you loved him so much.
“I believe I was promised food delivery right away after we were done?” you mentioned.
“Ah…right,” Vyn laughed breathlessly. “On it, on it.”
#synopsis. vyn richter has always been a patient, well-adjusted man. but when his beloved is constrained to their bed with leather bounds that cost a little bit too much—he can't say he'll be a saint.
#tags. 18+ mdni, not proof read, degradation, nicknames of pet/slave, tied up, soft core smut (no real smooching and tootin'), afab! fem! reader
#count. 659
vyn richter has never been the type to half-ass anything. not his profession, not his research, not his breakfast, nor his personal life. so, it shouldn't come to surprise when vyn shows you a new, pristine set of cuffs and collars.
he's set the trunk of the high quality material on your bed, you stand in front of it in awe. your fingers brush against the smooth leather. vyn watches you from behind, a predator watching his prey.
"do you like it?" he whispers, taking a step forward. he's close enough that you can feel his growing hard-on against your rear.
"i love it," you respond, voice small as you eye the trunk. it'd only been a few days since vyn shared with you his true sexual fantasy—a master and slave dynamic, he said. unquestioned loyalty and power. you had half the mind to say you weren't surprised to find out about it.
he smirks behind you, his hand on your waist.
"you did well last night," he murmurs, breathing in the scent of you. his nose trails from your ear to the hollow of your throat. "so, so well."
you swallow thickly, tensing. he likes that. he'd taken it a step further, tying you up against the post of the bed. all you could do was reply 'yes, master' and allow him to do whatever he wanted. he's been riding that high ever since.
"so well that i thought to finally get you a proper set," he says, tightening his grip around your waist. you know what it entails and you comply, because of course you do. your body relaxes, leaning into his touch. "such a good pet, such a good slave."
you reel at the praise, letting out a soft sound of pleasure. he lets out a soft hum.
"i bet you're soaking wet already," he whispers, nibbling on your ear. you gasp, wanting to touch him but knowing better than to do so without his explicit person. "are you wearing the set i left on the bed earlier?"
he knows you are, you'd never been the type to be disobedient. always so submissive and pliant for him. he revels in the feeling.
"do you want me to tie you up again?" he whispers, kissing up your neck. "want your master to take good care of his pretty girl, yeah?"
you whimper, arching your back into him. vyn takes that as a yes, or as much of a 'yes' you could give considering the situation. he hums, spinning you before gently pushing you onto the bed.
your gasps only serve to rile him up more. it doesn't take long before your clothes are gone, the skimpy white lingerie set he bought you covering whatever was left to cover. vyn, still fully clothed, now makes good use of the new toy he's bought for you.
he clasps the leather around your wrist, attaching the metal to the headboard. you tug but it doesn't budge. he does the same for the ankle of your feet, briefly kissing your inner thigh once he's done. you look up at him again.
"my perfect little toy," he growls, kissing up to your navel. "i can use you whenever, i want to, can't i?"
you nod, your body reacting to his touch as you tug on the constraints.
"so, so good," he growls. "you know your place, don't you?"
this time, a breathy 'yes' leaves your lips. he smirks, that stupid smile that allows you to peek into his brain for just a moment. manipulative, daring, calculating. all you can do is shiver in the constraints he's forced you into.
vyn richter, by day, was at your service. but tonight? you were nothing more than a glorified fleshlight he could force to do anything too.
and as you try to squeeze your thighs together for some friction, only to be pushed open again, it becomes clear that it'll be a loooong night.
a/n: just a short soft core smut as a little appetizer..mostly just wasn't sure how else to write him but lmk if you guys want a part two!
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It's seldom that Vyn gets you like this, he thinks.
You're begging and gasping as you clench around him, crying for him to let you cum with a pout of your lips, lashline watered and cheeks flushed from frustration. You've spewed out enough apologies to even grace the devil with forgiveness, yet Vyn still doesn't let you gush and cream around him like you want to.
You're left gasping for air as you claw at the sheets, vision long stained with blur from the tears, crying as Vyn thrusts into you, chasing his own high.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You!" You sob, whimpering, and Vyn oh so gracefully reaches over to wipe at your tears. "Vyn, ah, Mo Yi, you!"
"Not that guy who was flirting with you earlier?"
"No!"
"That's right." He leans over to kiss your tears sweetly, humming as he finally speeds up and gives you the release you had been looking for. "Gonna be good and cum for me? Come on."
You gush and drool around him, his own high chased after as he groans, pulling out to pump himself twice to paint your skin with himself.
It's truly not your fault for it, he knows, but he can't help but think maybe you're doing it on purpose to get a rise out of him.
nsfw. ✩ nxx boys being so jealous they have to remind you (or themselves) who you belong to [fem!reader] featuring: artem, marius, luke, vyn
a/n ✩ this is only just a teasing, longer versions for each of them will be uploaded later ehe also this is my first tot fic idk if y’all read it BUT ive been wanting to write for them for a while now
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ artem doesn’t talk a lot when he’s feeling irritated or upset about something. he usually prefers to keep it to himself but when he sees you from afar, joking around with his forever rival, he cannot contain himself any longer; taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the party, away from him. his hand is gripping a bit too hard on your wrist that you feel it hurting already yet before you can speak, his lips are already pressed against yours. his hands go down on your body, reaching out to your ass, squeezing it as if it helped him relax. and it seems that it does help, because you feel his lips curling up into a smile against your skin. ‘what’s gotten into you ?’ you ask. and all you get as an answer is him, looking away; obviously avoiding your eyes.
‘is it not okay for me to want you when you look so divine in that dress ?’
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ marius easily gets jealous whenever you get too close to other men; because he knows how beautiful and desirable you are.of course he’s not speaking his feelings everytime he happens to not like you talking to a man. but this time it is too much. he puts down his glass, approaching both of you slowly. ‘i need to see y/n in private.’ he says. actually he orders you to follow him. and his hand quickly seizes yours anyway, so you cannot deny his request. he closes the door to his office behind you. locks it. ‘oh ? here ?’ you say, walking around his huge office, staring at the city lights. the view at night is breathtaking from up here yet you don’t have the time to truly enjoy it when you feel his body pressing against yours. he is hard, and slowly unzipping the back of your dress. ‘i want you.’ he whispers against your skin. ‘you are mine.’ he adds, dropping kisses on several places and you feel two of his fingers slide into your wet cunt. ‘ngh~ why are you like that ? the event only just started.’ to that he simply keeps on fucking you with his fingers, and stuffs your mouth with the fingers of his other hand, commanding you to suck it.
‘no.’ he giggles ‘me fucking you only just started and you will be moaning my name over again, asking for more of my cock inside of you.’
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ luke hates himself for having the idea of bringing you here; to a jet ski class. he feared that you’d spend a bad moment and wouldn’t dare to tell him; yet you seem to quite like it. a bit too much he thinks. now, he’s standing alone on the sand, unable to take his eyes off you as you’re clinging hard onto the teacher’s body. of course he keeps his composure with the stranger; but the way he takes your hand and takes little time to get you out of here says a lot about his true feelings. luke sits on the driver’s seat of his car, but does not turn the engine on yet. instead he pulls you into his lap so he can enjoy the direct view of your boobs. a view that is his and his only. he helps you take your shirt off. he’s usually softer, but you ask no question because you already know that this is only a vague insight of how jealous he must be. he buries his head into your neck, biting and licking it to show you how bad he wants you now. and since actions don’t seem to be expressive enough to him, he speaks up against your skin.
‘i’m gonna mark you as mine. i’m gonna fuck you hard and you will be clinging to me, begging for me to be more gentle.’
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ vyn can get pretty sadistic in bed if he feels like it and since he knows you enjoy it too, he doesn’t really hide his fantasies to you. he’s eyeing you now. has been for a while since the beginning of the party in fact, and no cheerful expression of yours around that man escaped his observant eyes. ‘may i ?’ he politely asks for more of you in the middle of your conversation. but this is only a facade and you know it. you can see in his eyes, all the things he’s going to do to you and feel yourself getting wet to your simple imagination. he opens the bathroom door to you. ‘the toilets ? very elegant doctor richter.’ you tease; but he’s in no mood to accept it. he’s grabbing your waist, making you turn around and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he pulls down your skirt and before you can tease him again, he spanks you hard, and bites your shoulder.
‘a pretty slut like you deserves no better than a vulgar bathroom to be fucked. and i will be doing it all night.’
the one question bugging both of you was "where did everything go wrong?", from being friends to lovers to married to divorced. the feelings that built up over the years ended in naught and heartbreak, sweet smiles changed to awkward ones. luke often comes to your house for fixing things, celebrating birthdays, and if the kids touch your phone to text him to come.
you were still on good terms with him, talked about the separation like mature adults for the sake of the kids. and luke was more buried in his work, accepting life threatening missions to escape the pitying gazes of his colleagues. he's a great agent but he's not invincible, being human makes him vulnerable to injuries.
your phone rings from the counter, whisking off the water as you've just finished washing the dishes. you wipe your hands and stare at the unknown number yet you answer the call; scanning the living room for any clutter left by the kids. "hello?" a greeting falls from your lips, and your mouth hung open in shock. a burning sensation emerges on your throat, nose tingly as you nod frantically, saying that you'll go there immediately.
aaron, luke's coworker slides the door for you, and you see the tuft of brown hair and his peaceful resting face. "it's really nothing serious, but he's expected to rest for quite a while. don't worry, luke's strong he won't leave us that easily." words of comfort come from aaron as he goes away to give you some privacy. the door shuts and you walk closer to him, seeing your strong ex husband in such a pitiful state brings tears to your eyes. you grasp his fingers impulsively from overwhelming emotions, praying and begging for luke to wake up.
just as you were tired from working and doing house chores, you succumb to sleep beside him. and luke's eyes flutter open, a dead expression set on his face, reddish eyes devoid of anything as it gazes upon your hair and your sleeping face. he touches your skin, afraid it will wake you up, and then he feels the sticky dried tears.
"I always hated to see you cry." he mumbles. his mouth is parched, he then stands up off the bed and walks like he didn't suffer a stab. a hand grabs the pitcher, watching the gentle flow of water into the glass. it refreshes his mouth, wiping the excess water off his face as he stares at the moon through the blinds. he goes back to bed and starts caressing your hair. luke was fine, he can pull off that kind of flimsy stab. his colleagues must've been questioning his physicality but you, of course don't know anything. "we have to go back to the way it was (y/n). you and I have to, for the sake of the kids and for myself."
and for once, luke put himself first instead of you. poor clueless ex wife who caters to his every need while he was 'injured'. and luke enjoy it all too much, it was just the way it was like everything's back to normal, but there's something missing.
"luke! the kids are here—mmh!" you stifle a moan as he drags his tongue across your neck, remembering how it used to be your weakness. "what's wrong? we used to this all the time." he asks nonchalantly while feeling your breasts under the cardigan. he leans for a kiss and you have no choice but to give in to the longing and pleasure. you wanted this too, you always wanted to go back. his hands start to linger around your shorts, checking your wetness through the cotton material. "luke, I want you." your whimper of his name was the cue for him to rip your pathetic clothes apart, just like he always did.
Artem
"thank you artem." you say as your daughter hops from the front porch with your ex husband to you who's waiting at the door. you hold her little hand as she waves at her dad goodbye. "papa, bye bye!" she beams at him lovingly and artem swore his heart stopped for a moment. she resembled you so much that it hurts him whenever she smiles. he could only force himself to smile back at his daughter and finally look at her mom. you wore a faint smile that was reserved and distant. it's so ironic that you used to thank artem for picking up the kids as he goes through the door with your daughter, but now there is an invisible line that he cannot cross as he always stays near his car and never close to you. does he want to avoid you that much?
you don't blame him at all, the separation was the darkest time of your lives. both of you needed to sort out the feelings, the papers, and your daughter's wellbeing. you feel a tug at the hem of your clothes together with a question you can't answer. "when will papa come home?" an innocent ask from your child as she watches the back of the car go smaller and smaller. as a parent, it hurts you so much to know the hurting she's feeling is unknown and heavy to her. you try your best to have a stable voice while you wipe the tears off your face. "let's ask him next time okay?" both of you waited until the car turned to a black dot and the door finally closed.
artem is good at co-parenting, he prioritizes his daughter above work and makes sure to correct the mistakes he had with you. he now knew how to spend time with his loved ones, a shame it came too late. he asks your daughter where she wants to eat for her birthday, and she giggles before answering: "where you and mama ate last year! I liked the food you bought home." and your jaw falls slack as artem chuckles, you remember the bill was half of your paycheck but to your extremely successful ex husband it was probably nothing. "okay, what the princess wants, the princess gets." she babbles between thank you's and laughter as he ruffles your daughter's hair.
the servers at the restaurant still think you and artem are together but of course, that's all on the outside. affluent people who recognized the man beside you kept on greeting and greeting, praising his daughter's genes, fawning over his lovely wife and her sense of style. artem didn't know it would be this bad so he had to request a private room, away from everyone. while waiting for the food to arrive, your daughter had to break the unbearable silence with another question. "papa, does mama look good today?" both parents froze at the question and it suddenly put you in a tight spot, making you conscious of your appearance.
you started fixing your hair, licking your lips, all the while artem watched you do it. he cleared his throat as a blush crept on his cheeks. "of course, your mama is always pretty." he replies, and you look away bashfully. it wasn't as if he was once again entranced by your beauty. a dress hugging your body and displaying your curves, the soft curls of your hair styled nicely, the handbag you worked hard for, and the jewelry he gifted you. his daughter didn't hear it but he already complimented you earlier. to hear it for the second time made your heart thump uncontrollably.
"what did you wish for?" you asked the little girl between you and artem. "if I tell it won't come true. I really realllly hope god heard it." she says in her small voice and you had an inkling of what it was. "I hope it comes true too." artem said gently and your daughter turned to him with wide eyes, bobbing her head happily. his phone beeps and he checks it under the table, you see his brows furrowing together with a sigh. "extreme traffic on the main road right now, it's rush hour. we will get home in approximately two hours." he stated, silently asking you what to do. "two hours? it's too long..." you contemplate on what to do but your daughter already butted in her opinion. "let's go to the other house!" and by other house, she means artem's penthouse.
after running around and her mood turning sour from lacking sleep, artem lays her on her old bed. it was the room she had when you were still looking for a nice house with a spacious backyard. you put her there as a baby and when she was a toddler, and it still was clean. "I will go to the other room—" "no, I removed the bed there and it's under renovation. there's equipment and paint." and so, you had to share a bed with artem and wear one of his white shirts. two adults on the same bed with feelings will always end up in a provocative manner.
his thrusts and his flushed face above you is such a sight. artem feels the same way; your hand over your mouth, glossy eyes, fragrant hair on the pillow, and your tummy scrunched from your feet up in the air, he loves it so so much. words can't express the gratitude and love pouring from his heart, he just has to give it back to you right? he gives rough thrusts that deliciously bruise your insides, and releases his seed inside you while his chest heaves from the adrenaline as you look at him with wide eyes.
"artem wait, you came inside!" you only realize it now as you feel the sticky liquid going deeper inside you. his eyes go round from the shock, pulling out but you suddenly hold his hand tightly. "i-it's okay. I was just shocked." you reaffirm and it's scary how his expression falls back to a calm and loving gaze. he gives you light face kisses as his hand circles over your tummy. "I'm glad you find it okay. I'm sorry." he whispers and falls back to bed with you, easily adjusting back to the norm. in the deepest darkest corners of his heart, it wouldn't matter if it was okay with you or not; and artem is not sorry if it creates another child with you.
Vyn
and so, your husband finally reared his ugly head. he was difficult to process the divorce with, always playing mind games with you and your lawyer. and to make it worse, he insisted he had a better financial situation to take care of your child. simply to say, your relationship was built on glass, strong but an equally strong impact will shatter it into pieces, just like the house of cards vyn plays with.
he hides what he's feeling and tucked away his real self, he puts on a facade for the outsiders and a different one for you. but honestly, you know vyn is a good person as you've seen that through the years, he just gets too much sometimes; such as having everyone around you wrapped around his finger and manipulating you before you know it. you have always been slow to catch up onto him.
so expect vyn to be there with you for the summer vacation with your family. it was all for your son's happiness so you had no choice but to suck it up and share a room with him. your parents and cousins even go through the notion of taking your son for you and vyn to have time alone, to rekindle the flame they said. he's truly thankful that everyone around him supports him, he just has this fear of his situation turning out like his parents. he didn't understand it back then but to think that his child would sooner have ill feelings toward the both of you is painful, he doesn't want to watch you go through that path. vyn will do anything to save this family, so why can't you cooperate?
"(y/n) come on now." he motions for you to follow him yet you just stand there, crossed arms and burning stares at his back. he looks back at you poker faced but your heart decided to flutter and betray you, throwing you off guard on how handsome he is. "we're alone now. why do we have to keep up with the act?" you question him as you thread through the sand.
the gold of his eyes against the backdrop of the sunset was a picture you hold dear, even in the midst of being mad at him his face simply coaxes and heals your soul. he mends every wound he makes, he takes back the words he says, and you would follow him clearly, because how could you be blind when you could see everything beneath the surface? you know he's afraid and it's amazing how strong his mentality is for him to keep up like that. "I don't want to waste a gorgeous view with a beautiful girl." one word from his flowery mouth and your eyes shake, knees weak, heart thumping wildly. you snap out of your trance and you realize, you fell for his manipulations again. it's honestly cruel how something sweet could be bad.
vyn knows the hesitance in your eyes, the overthinking that's always eating you up. he does what he has to, he holds your hands and intertwines your fingers. kissing the back of your palm while looking at you, god he was so brazen—"think of this as a trip between friends."—and he was so cruel. he was confusing but he makes you feel at peace, after all, vyn knows you the best. countless nights and days for him to study your mind and body. and when he obtained the knowledge of you, it has been decided that you were his.
you were always his and always have been. the proof is the purplish bruises and redden bites all over your neck, it's very clear in the mirror. the strap of your white lacy bra already down on both your shoulders, your eyes hazy with lust as a tuft of silver hair rests on the valley of your breasts. it leaves a bite and slowly looks at the mirror, his gold eyes the only light against the dark; it was like watching a predator ravage their prey. "look at us. don't you want to be like this forever?" he asked, waiting for your answer. and you reply with another question.
"is it possible?" your voice cracked in the middle and vyn stopped to look at you just as you gaze upon him. "of course." he caresses your right cheek, your head tilting to him in response as he picks up your lips for a kiss. his tongue playing with the roof of your mouth and you letting him in to lock with you. it was pornographic even, the way you let out your choked moans as two of vyn's fingers were inside your mouth, soft breasts kept under the confines of the lace but your lower halves were naked. his harsh pounds prompt the vanity to quake, causing it to thud and thud against the wall, you fear it would make a knowing but disturbing noise and the man behind you noticed. "let them know" "huh?" he then grips your neck to cut off the airway and your eyes immediately water and your mind go haywire.
"we should prove that we're back together, don't we?"
Marius
despite being separated and deprived of a normal, tight-knit family, the twins would always say "best dad ever!", and you wonder if they could be swayed by material things so easily. he sends gifts every now and then, and fulfills their every wish and personally comes home to give it to them. he doesn't want his assistant to handle the family matters. marius wants to be there for you, he has all the money in the world so why don't he support you and his children? but all of those are measly excuses to spend time with you and act like everything's okay.
he's so touchy, casually coming behind you while you're cooking and spoon-feeding you at the dining table. he's still giving you access to his black card, picking you up for work, and dropping you off in his sleek expensive car that's sure to catch eyes. back then when he would drop you off at your apartment, people would ridiculously assume you were some mistress of a politician. but now, in a private village you're secure and away from prying mouths; yet the wives and the maids of the neighboring houses feed the upper echelon's gossip-hungry stomach rumors about you. and it was worse.
they say you still cling to marius because it would be a huge setback if you lost his favor. he's one of the most powerful men in the country, the von hagen conglomerate touches every corner of the world, and being marius' wife grants you the equal power to do anything you want. they whisper among themselves that your glory days are over that's why you always have this bitter look on your face. when it's all just you getting tired of the knives thrown at your back, so this is what it feels like to lose a powerful protection.
"she should be thankful she got pregnant and had kids with him. twins even!" "yes. if she hadn't had those kids, they would be leaving her on the streets." was the worse thing that you heard. they were so shameless talking about you that tears momentarily clouded your eyes but you're at a charity gala and you can't act like this. actually, you thought about that and from the way it struck your heart it seems like it was true. your ex husband was at the front, laughing, talking, shaking hands with important people. and once you were there by his side, either his hand on your waist or arms locked with him. it's funny how you are pushed back with irrelevant people, faded into the background with your accomplishments disregarded. his love was reduced to the ex wife who could only watch him.
"but take pity on her too, did you read that headline the other day? he was seen together with a model." an old woman, years older and supposedly mature than you, said albeit loudly, probably for you to hear. you're not fucking blind or deaf, the headline displayed on every news outlet; whether be it the tv, the radio, social media, your family's, your friend's, your coworker's, and even your phone. everyone around you saw it and they were too afraid to approach about it, afraid that you would lash out but you know they were throwing a pity party for you. and it's so painful and shameful, you feel naked and vulnerable under their scrutinizing gazes, you were so alone. you are alone.
it even hurts that there's proof of a blurred photo yet one look and you knew it was marius. you spent time researching the girl, comparing, feeding your insecurities, and wallowing in self-pity. if your kids weren't there to hug you every time you came home from work, you certainly think you would've broken down. a clink of glasses snaps you out of your thoughts as you look beside to see a man sipping his champagne. "are we both kicked to the curb?" he teases and your sick self already compares it to marius' teasing. "you don't have to rub it in." there was no use to hide it; hearing your reply the man chuckles and extends his hand. yet he didn't even get to say his name when a looming figure appears in front of you two.
from marius' gaze you know he's already downsizing the guy beside you. and his entourage behind him, boldly takes your companion away under the pretense of business. if you go now, you're sure to cause a scene so you're stuck with him. "have you already eaten?" "mhm" you hum in response. marius could feel it was cold, and from the look on your face you're obviously mad, he has a little guess of what it could be but he doesn't want to be ahead of himself. he takes you to the garden with a hand on your waist, shutting the gossip and invoking shocked gazes. "do we have a problem? are you mad?" he asks as soon you're away from everyone.
silence from you prompts him to explain. "what you saw is not true. that was me in the photo but she was just a business partner. she's starting a business so she asked for help from pax—" "did I ask for an explanation?!" you snap and raise your voice at him, his eyes widening at you even though he finds it cute. "why are you getting angry?" "....I'm going home" you dodge his questions and walk past him, but one hold on your arm and he has you back in front of him.
"missy" his silly nickname for you brings butterflies to your stomach until now. "are you jealous?" he teasingly asks and you scoff, shimmying his hold on you. "I'm not. it's not my business anymore." "but I want it to be your business. and I want you to care." marius whines and pouts, turning your back to him so he can hug you. he was always like this, acting like you're still a couple. you had to remind him sometimes of the harsh truth. "have you forgotten we separated?" and he goes silent, his grip on you tightening as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"(y/n) I'm so lonely. I miss you so much it's killing me." his voice breaks while burying his head onto your shoulder, inhaling your fragrant scent. "come back with me? hmm?" he pleads all the while his hand gets busy behind you. a sneaky finger touches your zipper and slowly lets it down. kisses burrowing onto your neck as the feeling of wetness pools down there. marius always takes care of you, just as he prepared a canopy in the grass and lays you down to strip you of your dress. making you tremble from his pounding as he grips your wrists while you were able to moan as loud as you want. biting the supple skin of your breasts, and emptying his seed inside you as he releases his frustrations. "give me another child" he groans, pushing the cum further for good measure.
he feels so sorry that you had to hear those terrible things they said. it was torture to not take immediate action against them, but don't worry, it will be over soon. he'll punish those who dared hurt you, starting with putting them in their places by spreading their own dirty laundry. but it was all according to plan, sooner or later you can't take the rumors anymore and go running back to him. marius soothes your head that's cuddled on his chest, vowing to himself he's going to protect you and take care of the kids, providing them a happy family. all because he can't let go—no...he won't let go.
𖣠 how they moan feat. marius : vyn : luke : artem x fem! reader
𖣠 warnings: nsfw
𖣠 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒
low bear splitting groans with marius because the feeling deep inside your cunt was just way too much for him to bear. He‘s so lost, the way marius is feeling you clench around him was resulting in him biting back a moan, pants leaving his lips before he‘s grinding himself deeper into you.
your legs threatened to give up on you yet marius was quick to pick up on that, placing his hands on your knees to push them against your chest in order for him to reach deeper n faster into your tight hole. His girth was stretching you open without much to try, the vein— which was decorating his shaft sensully, grazed over your delicate walls while brushing against that little sweet spot of yours over and over again. "I‘m so close." the way he was groaning against your ears now was like the finest music to you, looping your arms around his neck to pull marius closer into your embrace, showing him how good he made you feel right now.
𖣠 𝐕𝐘𝐍
dark heavy breathing with vyn against the shell of your ear, lowly humming to himself while hovering over you like a lost man. He‘s so close, practically tasting his climax approach him any moment now, picking up on pace which had you roll your eyes back in delight. "You‘re beautiful." his voice turning almost shy once saying that sentence out loud.
you really tried to say something back, anything, yet all you were able to answer were incoherent babbles of soft praises which had the man above you smile lovingly at your flustered state. You‘re panting when you felt vyn retract his hips a bit in order to reach deeper. His cock hard and heavy inside of you, coated with both his cum and your slick, looking all too sinful yet you couldn‘t stop staring at it, it was so lewd yet hot in your eyes. There was something so comforting about having vyn on top of you like that, his warmth radiating through you as you became entirely consumed in him. Vyn was utterly in love with the whole moment, not to mention the way you were squeezing him right now, groaning yet again sweetly against the shell of your ear, goosebumps rising up your skin in the process.
𖣠 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄
whiny whimpers with luke because he‘s so fucking sensitive in the way you were engulfing him so fucking nicely right now. He‘s gentle with you, trying his best to taste everything you gave him while tracing his slender fingers around the natural curves of your figure.
luke is caging you in with his brought arms, sweat glistering on both of your bodies and connecting you further while he pushed himself in and out sensually. You‘re whining alongside his husky breathing, encircling your arms around his neck for additional support and most importantly, in order to push him closer towards you. The next you knew you kissed him like a starved woman, more tongue and teeth than anything else as he groaned further into the kiss, only coaxing him on to pick up on pace. "I love you." luke‘s saying that in a low tone, barely a whisper, only dedicated towards you once one of his hands traced down your body until hitting your sweet bundle of nerves, flicking your clit with his fingers in combination with his fastened thrusts, making you throw your head back, climax approaching any second now.
𖣠 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌
loud and guttural moans with artem against your sweet cunt while he desperately ate you out, not being able to refrain himself from your perfect pussy. He‘s so in love with you! that‘s why he wants to please you in every way imaginable.
for him it‘s all about showing just how crazy he was for you, his tongue flicking over your slit to collect the juices in his mouth which were already melting together with his spit. He adored the way you tasted against his lips, so sweet with the perfect amount of bitterness, artem was sure he was going to grow addicted to the feeling of your warm cunt against his mouth. He‘s so sloppy with it too, in all honesty he didn‘t have any experience hence why he tried himself out a bit. Artem wasn‘t even sure if he was supposed to be loud yet he couldn‘t stop himself, groaning hard against your pussy whenever you decided to pull on his hair strands, lazily massaging his scalp while he circled his tongue over your glistering folds. His nose was nudging over your bundle of nerves now, grinding down harshly while you rid artem‘s face without daring to stop. He‘s so pussy drunk— he figured, wouldn‘t know how to stop either.
- a continuation of the vyn card that we all needed
- warning - heavily suggestive + a few card spoilers
“...it can only lead to two outcomes”
Droplets of water continue to slide down his chest toward his lower abdomen.
You can feel the moisture and heat in the air.
“Then tell me… what are the two outcomes?” you ask, growing more daring with each passing second.
“One is that we try to hold back until we calm down, then spend the rest of tonight in unbearable regret,” he pauses, “the other is that we submit to the impulses and let the flames swallow us whole, allowing them to burn until nothing is left.”
His golden eyes fix yours with an indescribable weight, overflowing with passion and something more.
“Which ending do you think is more fitting for us?”
The room is silent, save for your ever-heavier breaths and the long-forgotten shower. Although he posed a question, you had an idea that surpassed both options he had laid out for the two of you.
“Vyn… I think there may be a third outcome.”
“Let me take the lead. You don’t have to think about what happens next. I’ll respond to anything you decide to do. It’ll be fine even if you lose control… I want to see you let go of everything and be completely obsessed with me.”
With his shirt in the way, you kiss Vyn’s neck through the wet fabric. Your body comes alive as you feel his breath catch in his throat, fueling your actions even further.
He’s only able to utter fragments of a sentence with your continued caressing, defenses starting to falter as he braces a hand against the glass.
Your hands, however, have a different goal as they snake around his waist, tracing meaningless shapes onto his abdomen as you work further down. Another protest dies in Vyn’s throat, replaced only by a groan as your knees hit the tile floor.
“In the end… I still cannot say no to you”
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A/N - leave this some love if you’d want the full (nsfw) version <3
vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff.
(psychology major!lead)
✦ (6/8) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff, smut
cw: nsfw minors dni, p0rn w/ plot, kissing, roleplay, anal, semi-public sex, rough, spanking/slapping, hickeys, hair pulling, overall kinky stuff!! , oral (male receiving), teasing, fingering, overstimulation, dom/sub; top/bottom dynamic, dirty talking, dumbification, multiple orgasms, passionate af; godammit vyn, unprotected sex, aftercare, FLUFF ! ! ! D;
+ supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;;
+ a little sweet and spicy bit before a heavy ending to this whole story. enjoy! ♡︎
word count: 6.0k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 | part 8
The vision of him beside the bed, so ethereal, with golden eyes shining bright at her like the sun casting down at her is exhilarating, a sort of addiction you could call it.
More so spiking to the senses to know the fact that Vyn Richter is never at all the odds a morning person, let alone someone who would wake up before you so early in the morning.
Hence to see him gently observing her with anything but sleepy eyes can get one’s blood rush at sixty kilometers tops before you get a sip of your morning coffee.
She leans peacefully and heaves in a sigh as Vyn plays strands of her hair.
It makes Yule yearn for more of his presence and very existence.
So it made her jumpy like a high school girl with a big fat crush running to his clinic at their designated time.
Yule stands tons light by the doorstep, bow neatly pleated on her hair, along her skirt, and carefully picked sweater-top just to be present on their date. And yes, they called it official the last time, but it still made the sides of her lips soar high by her cheeks and eyes. Her heart almost topples over by barely pushing the glass door of his workplace.
Okay, breathe in, you're also here to his request, or because she made plans to give in to the request… not that she needed to be pushed to do it. Yule liked to experiment, nonetheless.
Yule's monologue was cut short by the buzz of her phone in her knitted pocket, and her throat dried a bit to the anticipation, or rather, felt quenched by the idea she was going to face him once again. My Vyn Richter…
“Hi, Dr. Richter.” Her greeting came off rather stiff and formal as she restrained her squeal at the sight of him. Yule saw him half-naked on his bed this morning, she shouldn’t be this giddy when it hasn’t been that long she missed him, right?
Vyn smiles at her presence, gesturing to a vacant seat.
She walked into his office a bit after working hours, and the sound of the door closing resounded.
“Oh Yule, please, we're in the comfort of our own privacy within my office. Just call me by my name if you may.”
Yule is fully assured that this is such a private event the moment she closes the door. The sound along with people setting off to get home signaled they were alone in the facility.
The walls provided proof of privacy as they value secrecy on any acts to do confidentiality.
"Okay, Al…" she almost suppressed an eye roll directed at herself, but it flew off out of her control. Yule swallowed her nervousness to wish it would go away. Her mind is still quite preoccupied with control as her top priority.
“That's a nice nickname, thought you'd stick with "Will"?”
She expected him to point that out quickly.
“I like to experiment, I guess.” she shrugs, Yule is not quite sure, but she felt Vyn interpreted it another way as well. Or she might’ve been too conscious of her posture, is she standing weird? It still feels jarring to feel something stuck up in between her legs like this—
He walks over to her, seeing the roleplay of sorts not on their agenda just yet. It's nice to be greeted with such casualness it almost ironically pushes off the words she's speaking out.
"I find it hard choosing one since you have many names, but Albert seems very endearing to hear."
Vyn’s eyes on hers are still observing like a vulture flying around its prey, but she's anything but looking pale and dead with her face flushed by his stares. How can one resist such a handsome fellow staring at you?
"Funny as it's anything but me who's been experimented on, and if I know you and your relations on things... You thought of Little Albert*, hmmm? Don't lie that that didn't cross your mind at all, Yule?"
Oh, it's starting.
Knowing Vyn, she easily picks up his cues when he's setting the mood. Though this is a bit silly to meet halfway with her randomness and weirdness, if she may add. This is anything but that tragic traumatic experiment.
"It can be quite a common name, right? And experiment? I doubt you call such phenomena like this with us "just having a fun experiment"…" Yule suppressed all her self-control with anything but pouncing at him here and there.
She needs to wait, Vyn is after all already setting her in her lane since the second that she stepped on his domain.
"Hmmm? Don't you find any of this thrilling? I mean we got all the factors and variables laid out here… and you willingly went in to do as I requested?" The assumption in his tone is remarkable, and her avoidance of being direct really gave it away. Besides her bashfulness about the situation, his look alone is filling her to be self-conscious.
Given her faltering posture and squeamish legs, it's quite obvious.
No wonder it earned a smirk on Vyn's face.
“So, you did give in to my request.” He repeated, without any trace of query in his statement. He approached Yule and closed off their proximity bit by bit.
Vyn’s gradual movements are calculated, with observing her consent to this. She’s facing the door, so Vyn has a clear view of her back.
Her breath hitched more in anticipation, bringing down her walls as Vyn placed his fingers on her skirt. Her legs weaken as he slips in teasingly by the edge of the linen.
“That’s… up for you to find out,” Yule leans forward onto the table, looking behind him with sultry eyes. She sighs in request, mouth slightly agape. “Please look closer for me, Dr. Richter.”
From circling around her to now standing behind her. Vyn tugs her close, inching his fingers underneath her skirt. Lifting it up, he chuckles at her reaction. Her hitching breath leaves her body, giving away her weakness. “Dr. Richter…”
He simply looks at her, keenly gesturing to her by his table. Vyn moves her up properly so she's bending over.
Vyn touches the surface of her bum, she breathes in as she feels Vyn inching closer. “I thought I saw a sheer crystal through your pantyhose.”
He's way too good at this, fuck.
“You're already in this soaking state, my dear.” He caves in and breathes through her covered core. She flinched with a moan eliciting her lips. Vyn chuckles. “We haven’t even started yet.”
“It’s your fault for looking so damn fine.” She tries to press herself further down the table as if to bury her embarrassed self. But it’s no use.
“Did you wash up well? I know how it could be such a bother for you,” he rips through the thin fabric of the pantyhose. Yule feels the cold air through her bare skin.
“More on for you. You know how bothered I am by my own poo,” she stressed, yelping and embarrassed as the male lifted her ass up.
Vyn chuckles at her wording, also her face reddened as she avoids eye contact only cautious of her bum.
“It's only natural, my dear.” He reaches for her face to kiss her. “No need to be so embarrassed about it around me.”
As if they haven’t known the dark aspects of each other that can be far worse or can make other things inconsequential, no?
It’s amusing.
As if an intrusive thought pushed Vyn, he tugs it gently to loosen up, it immediately sucks back in her hole. She violently jerks at the sensation of the buttplug. It really is the first time for her to try it out.
“Hngh, Vyn… no, not so suddenly… not like that.” her breath shakes.
It piques pleasure to the silver-haired male to see her like this. Vyn’s taking steps slowly as he knows how to gradually raise her pleasure.
Yule even plans to go commando but even like this, she’s already dripping wet.
Vyn pulls her panties up, further soaking them with her juices that it stains a part of her thong.
“Oh, what an exquisite color,” he runs through her plump and erect clit simultaneously. It came off as a double meaning with her bright red core. He then lifts her up a bit to get a clearer view.
The golden buttplug is shimmering like Vyn's dilated pupils, he licks his lips as if anticipating her like a meal.
No objectifying women in this household but damn, why is she such a damn price?
He runs through the silver rimmed, golden gem residing on her butthole. “Did you mean to buy this color upon hearing my request?”
“I-I, hnmm… Vyn.” She is growing delirious, barely nodding at him. She's already a drooling mess at the touch of his long fingers. “I only picked the item, but I received it like that.” She also was surprised upon receiving it to be honest.
“As if by coincidence? It's meant to be yours then… I am certain it adds up to you thinking of me upon inserting it.” Vyn smirks, touching her more. He’s now preparing the piece of fabric to wrap around her eyes. His hot breath tickles her earlobes. “But… I am afraid I must waste some of your effort putting it in.”
Vyn blindfolds Yule, pulling her near but his closeness is obvious how Vyn is hovering over her body.
Unsure and anticipating where his finger will next land, she breathes out in the thrill of the unknown. Yule is feeling herself getting wetter the more that his touches doesn't hit her sensitive core.
The more he avoids it, the more she pools over in pleasure.
“Don’t be such a tease…”
With that, he quickly tends to her request, as if no transition from being gentle to full-on energetic in his actions.
“That would be hard for me to fulfill, dear.”
Vyn gave her a brief implication and assurance as he would be shifting by gently cupping her face, much like a warning on how conflicting it is to his roughness.
His smile is quite the opposite of how disorienting his hot fingers are riveting in and out of her wet core.
“F-fuck…” She heaves in as a string of saliva attempts to slip off her lips. Yule remains her butt sticking out as Vyn fingers her mercilessly. Every joint and edge of his long, veiny fingers hit her pussy devilishly, the only thing missing is that she feels the blood running in him at every pump he does. Is he this good at fingerfucking?
Any more she will slip off the table if not gripping on its edges so tightly.
“Please, ah-uhh… shit, just anything other than the fingers… I want more.”
“Where, dear? Here…?” He grazes painstakingly by her buttplug, already drenched and surrounded by her juices.
“There, there, yes, there please, Dr. Richter.”
“Getting more honest now, huh? Just how I like it. Not even words are needed as your wetness already begs to be tended badly,” he breathes out. Vyn smells of mint, sandalwood, and hints of rubbing alcohol.
After a sloppy kiss, she reaches sightlessly by his nape, pulling him closer into a kiss.
“It’s so fucking, good…” she shamelessly blurts out. Even she was surprised that she was still continuously leaking juices. It’s embarrassing how very wet she is, even on how tight his fingers are being sucked by her pussy.
Vyn gently places a kiss on the side of her forehead, in turn, Yule reaches for anything other than the table. She wants Vyn’s warmth, can’t I at least feel his hard-on?
The lady is really craving his dick so early on in the act, and Vyn is just warming her up. But to her luck, it wasn’t that soon that the man moved to his next step. Before she begs him about what she wants to do though.
“I want to pleasure you first.”
Yule wasn’t able to do it last time. She wants to make up for it.
“You sure?” Vyn asks.
With how she switches their positions, she slightly pushes the taller man to the table to make him lean onto it. She directly looks at him with such seductive eyes, and with a prompt nod from the man, she proceeds.
He makes sure she's in between his legs, ready to let loose his erect member tenting up his trousers. She nods, letting her mouth do its thing by placing the zipper in between her teeth to pull it down devilishly.
Just by observing the bulge itself, underneath it already looked big. But considering he’s European, oh Lord, he’s a foreigner and she should already expect this. But it still left her shocked seeing how he's huge, mouth-agape at the sight quite literally.
She sprung free his erection in a cinch, seeing how he was still reaching underneath her sweater onto her chest while she was doing her work. She pulls away momentarily and looks up at him.
“No can do, this first…”
Never that she wants to do anything for man, but at this point it’s as if she is the one in control of how she will devour him.
She didn't get to look at it closely, but his size really is overwhelmingly big, from the thickness to the length and width. No wonder she's filled to the brim last time.
It filled her with nervousness every time, but by the twist at the pit of her stomach, it was more on the anticipation.
Next comes the saliva that she easily satiated as she gapes her mouth, finally putting his dick in her mouth.
Vyn hisses at the warmth, even from the proximity of her hot breath had him weaken prior, even if it isn’t as overt how he’s affected by her mere presence.
With a bit of difficulty, she moistened his girth, further pushing his erection down her throat.
“Uhmpphh!” She flinches along the hitch of her breath as Vyn bulks his hips involuntarily.
Vyn holds onto her cheek, gently stroking her face as a way to apologize. He checks on her with sheer concern, it's their first time doing this as to why he wants to test her limits.
With the way he was softly looking at her, she had to melt into his golden gaze.
“Sorry, love, a-ahhh, I got a bit carried away.” he says.
She felt ditzy, and the butterflies sprung free.
“That goes to show I’m doing a good job?” she beams, licking teasingly at his twitching girth. The added twitch as she grabbed hold of his hard-on answer to her query.
“Very much so.” He nods, smirking as she even has the appeal to taunt him at this moment. Vyn’s hand landed atop her head, he tenderly stroked her hair, opposite to her rigorous motions.
She takes pride in that, immediately boosting her confidence as she continues sucking him off. The loud slurping noises reflect how she maneuvers her sloppy performance.
With every bop of her head, added to a moan emitting off Vyn’s lips. She had no other choice but to add to his pleas of pleasure, tuning along with him. It sounds mellifluous, music to her ears the same effect as a sonata would carry her off to its melody.
“Ah, ahhh… anymore, and I will be close,” he says in between his groans. Yule took this as noted, shifting to sucking him to licking his tip, gripping her fingers tightly around his dick, down his base and sensitive spots consistently.
Vyn grabs hold onto his self-control, careful not to pull her hair too much that it would hurt her scalp.
He heaves in a breath, his eyes momentarily darken with intensity.
She pauses for a moment as Vyn taps onto her shoulders.
“Undress,” he directs, pointing to her shirt. He pushes her off smoothly and with a pop, it makes her look at him. “Actually, just this, I want to enjoy what you prepared.”
Yule quickly does as he says, pulling her shirt over her ‘till she shows her plump chest, cinched in nicely in her lace bralette. Vyn moves close to her, grazing his finger by her bum, squeezing it then gesturing back to her previous spot.
She feels the man’s penis ever growing more in her mouth as she serves him fellatio.
From time to time, Vyn would stop her briefly from moving, his gentle hold would indicate him checking up on her as he goes deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. Her breathing would also interchange with his movements.
Her head continued to bop up and down, it was easy to hit the back of her throat, giving her a bit of a sensation as if she was choking. His taste is enough to fleetingly switch her mind on and off. She could get high off the feeling of having Vyn like this.
Yule readjusts her position, kneeling securely as she uses her other hand pumping at his length. Grabbing hold of his coiled-up balls with her mouth, she sucks on it.
Vyn groans.
He runs his fingers through her chin, then goes through her sweet lips. His gesture is as if a knife cutting through her with his piercing gaze.
He makes her suck his fingers. “Is this to your liking, love?”
Vyn then cups her face, gently caressing it then gives her a soft, stinging blow. Then another, she barely twitched as Vyn slapped the sore side of her face.
Yule grins shamelessly, swallowing his cock back in her throat every after slap.
Vyn, in turn, softens again his touch on her cheek, then slaps her in pattern to his doing as if conditioning in a way. “I thought so too.”
He pushes her back into deepthroating him, feeling its hard twitching sensation at the back of her throat, she almost gags.
On how hard it is, is he still holding onto it too much?
With a loud pop, she lets go of his erection, she pumps the base of his dick, making rounds at his tip. “You can let it out, you know… Please, you can release it all over me.”
The stimulation of his sex had him reply to her with a muffled “Alright.”
On how hard she is sucking onto him, it isn’t helping on keeping up with her pace.
The view from Vyn’s perspective had a similar effect of his system going haywire. If anything, the least that he wants to do is have Yule serve him this way. But the sparkle in her eyes, close to blank, darkened stares, had him infer that she is enjoying this.
So Vyn just let her, tapping in quite literally by holding onto her stuffed cheeks. The irony of having cute aggression in her sexually aroused face also added fuel to his libido. Just how attracted is he to this person that he’s this down bad?
And what luck did he have to trade in his previous life to receive the same feelings he harbors?
“Yule…” The hold on her face tightens a bit as it transitions to white all over.
Not too long, strings of white springs out his dick, covering her face down to her bare chest. With a satisfied lick on his seed, it is anything but a bitter ending to her lips as they’re just getting started.
“Good girl,” he rasps, his voice still shaky from the ejaculation.
He pats her head, hand going down to her face, a bit sticky in the aftermath, but there remains a wide smile on her face. Even as he hands her a wet tissue to wipe off any of his juices left.
As if finishing off with a high, she sways her butt out giddily, as if taunting the man to target her.
Right after the momentary break and freedom, her body meets the wooden office table once again. Vyn locks both of her hands by her back, pressing it harder to restrain her. It added an extra tightness around her holes, but it didn’t hinder one bit as Vyn slipped off her buttplug.
With a pop, Yule almost whimpers at the sensation. She only got louder as he stroked his fingers at anything but directly at her sensitive, wet spots.
“Stop being a tease, Vyn!” She's been told to not raise her voice with someone, but this is a different case.
To something gentle, turned into a stinging touch. Vyn slapped her ass. “Is that how you address your doctor?”
“Ahh! I thought we’re good with—”
Seeing how he did it again, it’s obvious she didn’t answer correctly.
“S-sorry, sir…” she sighs, her hisses soften as he caresses the spot.
“Good… I’ll let you off for now.”
He’s enjoying this too much huh?
His obvious joy continues at how he’s stroking his erection by her ass crack. Vyn uses his dick on getting her moist cunt juices, desperately leaking since the start of their sexual antics, it easily acted as lube on what’s coming ahead.
“Now behave well, my pet.”
As if her submissive position wasn’t enough, he grips her wrists as he slips his cock in her butt hole.
Finally— it left her eyes rolling over into bliss, tongue out like a dog how he’s doing her raw. In and out, this newfound sensation of anal sex throws it right off their to-do list. But that doesn’t mean they won’t be doing this again. The current location was just an extra cherry on top of the spicy experience and thrill.
The sounds of skin slapping resounding along her whimpering, it was as if it's a crescendo on how she’s feeling him getting bigger and bigger inside her ass.
She’s filled tight in a different way, even on how full she feels, his dick fills her hole differently.
Turns out her languishing isn’t out of vain.
One thing Yule is still adjusting —besides his big-ass cock— on how a man can be so good, kind, and how they can keep one’s word.
In a snap of how his fingers glide across her sensitive, erect bud, she yelps.
“Hnghhh, Vyn, ple-please, take it slow.” She feels dizzy at the added double sensation on her clit.
As if also drowned out in pleasure, Vyn doesn’t bat an eye as he continues to stimulate his lady.
“Are you sure that’s what your body is telling us, my love? Be honest.” he says, almost a growl on how low his tone hit as deep as his fingers caved in her pussy.
“Ahhh… fuck, uh-ahhh… too much… goood.” She only grows louder and wetter as she grabs hold onto the edge of the table. The slow caressing of his fingers by her heated sex seems to not align with her need to slow down.
Vyn licks his fingers, also letting out his drool drip down to her ass to add more lubrication to her already wet core. He reaches down as his fingers lap in her juices. Her folds just smoothly glide Vyn’s fingers, her aching core swollen for each curl of his fingers.
Vyn interchange from caressing her gently to twisting his digits into her. He reaches deeper, hitting her sweet spot as he also curls it at intervals.
"Haa... ha! More, please!"
His growing member is spreading apart her cheeks, filling in the gaps as he ravenously fucks her ass mercilessly.
The sound of her moaning made his golden eyes flicker for a moment. He meets eyes with her glimmering eyes as it’s already filled with pleasured tears on each corner.
It left no time for her lips to remain closed, agape as it hardly contained any of her moans. Each syllable emits vowels and consonants specifically spelling out Vyn’s name.
“More… ooohh, ah- ah! Shit-fuck me…” She can no longer filter her foul tongue on how much it's swaying along her movements as Vyn fucks her senseless. He kindly does more as he grabs her weft of hair, pulling it enough to sting in pleasure. It twists a tight rope further in her guts.
Yule could only be this nasty and vulnerable to Vyn's touch.
“You're so good, pet. Oohh, uh, yes… fhhh-haaa… You feel so good, Yule.” Vyn winces whilst groaning at her thriving tightness.
The oppositions of those two tones mixed in the scent of their sex, on how sweet and rough the effect they have on each other. It just blends in so perfectly.
He grabs hold of her chest, resisting himself from taking off her lingerie as it's not yet time. The clothed sensation brushing along the tips of his fingers added to his anticipation. Her scent drives him intoxicated by how pleasant and smooth she feels gliding along his skin. Much like sugar and honey, he wants to cave in further to this delicious sap.
At last, Vyn lets her face him, legs spread apart wide as he continues to make love with her. Still not letting her pussy be neglected as he fingers her, with much more attention now.
She writhes in place, in the middle of hovering her limbs as she curls both her toes and gripping at the edge of the table supporting her. Vyn's hold of her chest, flicking her nipples then tracing his fingers around it. The touches on her torso added to the ecstasy of being high, suspended on a tightrope.
Yule returns her glances at Vyn's golden eyes, bringing back any means of her consciousness to ground herself. But his sharp glances are such a double-edged sword on how gorgeous he is to make her libido levels at full overdrive, and at the same time, calm down her senses.
Even her body's response system is whacked.
Direct and consistent, he keeps his pace, and calculating by his size and pulsations, it appears that Vyn himself is already coming close to his edge. Yule anticipates herself of her white climax.
“Yes, yes, haa... ha, please… that's it, Dr. Richter…” she begs for more as his dick continues ramming in and out of her ass, leaning towards the man for a kiss to which such a sloppy one was exchanged between them.
The sweat dripping down on their bodies stained the table, leaving its surface with the shape of her body. All the while, the cold sweat formed by his sideburns exudes his excitement.
Feeling his hot breath close to her neck, it sprung goosebumps in her body. She feels every fiber of her being fabricating closer and closer accumulating to her core. Just as she's almost complete with her build-up, his soft gaze on hers dissipates as he pulls out suddenly.
“Hmm… Vyn?”
It left Yule feeling empty, as if her guts were pulled out. She blinks in disbelief as she only gets a touch by her waist from him, almost idle as he just keenly observes her.
“Please continue… I'm close to cumming…” she forthwith, leaning back and begging for his cock back inside her.
He remains callous at her pleas to cum, edging her to the verge of breaking down.
On how much he had plummeted her on the edge, her trembling body aches for that release. Only if he permits her.
How vile can one’s silence be? His look enough can be knee-weakening.
“Some things are still limiting us, I'm afraid this is no longer needed.” He starts unhooking her bra off her.
Along this, he strips off each article of his clothing. She in turn helps him unbutton, watching in awe at how his toned muscles mark through his polo shirt.
With slight impatience, Vyn crashed his lips on hers, pinning Yule down the surface of the table.
One by one her piece of clothing meets the floor, until she looks like a beautiful nude painting all for Vyn Richter to be mesmerized by.
“You’re so beautiful,” He breathes in her scent. "All mine."
She barely responds with her breath hitching, moaning as she almost streaks her nails down his back as he bangs her harder into reverie.
As a change of pace, her bare chest meets the cold pillar of his office. Later moved to a residing vacant area where they will be comfortable to fuck.
Yule is pushed against the wall with her arms both pressed above her. The restriction gave her more room for pleasure, her kinky self unleashed as Vyn manhandles her more.
The nastiness of it all pushes her further to shamelessness. But she no longer cares.
Yule just lets herself be, free of any guilt and just be in the present moment of bliss. Her shaking figure is anything but agitated. She's just filled with pleasure that her body cannot contain it to keep still.
She has full autonomy of her own body. Her skin and bones are who she dictates. Her beautiful mind... independent and unique. For as long as she's taking damn well care of herself, she's doing more than enough!
No longer she is torn down by her thoughts of shame and guilt, and Vyn is to thank here. He had transformed her into more confident than ever. Outside of the bedroom, he has done nothing but praise and kind treatment. He is genuinely just caring towards her. With his constant reassurance and appreciation of Yule. On how beautiful she is... who wouldn't turn vain this way?
She even asks for Vyn to spank her, with him initiating to slap her pretty face the next.
The lady is close to tears though this is anything but punishment to her. It's as if a way to gain control, with the consent of it all being done to her. At the very least, this act has her full consent, and she knows the reason behind it.
Yule doesn't want to blame this on her messed-up childhood; being spanked and beaten up as punishment. And God forbid Freud wins another argument on this one, but damn, why does pain soothe the wounds in my heart too well?
“You like this a lot, I can tell…”
The dominance in his tone hits caverns down her whole body. She no longer cares.
What matters is the present, and at this very moment, goddamn, this feels fucking good!
If not for Vyn's free hand grabbing hold of her neck, she would be locked up in heaven on how devilish his hips are moving to hers.
It hits deeper this way.
Holy fuck!
He reaches for her now erect nipples, pinching and twisting them in rhythm, adding to the sensation of delight. She could only be shameless to even have a nerve to smile in the middle of this indecent act.
Vyn cups her chest for further escaping from swaying too much as he thrusts into her.
“Damn, oh-you’re really, ha—not letting me w-walk after this, fhhnngh…” Yule barely sounds coherent. She is only able to be fluent in moaning at this point.
She tries all her might to stay standing but she’s losing quite quickly on the power Vyn has with his torso.
“That was my plan all along.” Vyn grins, seeing how far he's taking her to cloud nine, the dick fucking her scorching core swallows her entire being in paradise.
As if the stimulation to her chest, clit and pussy wasn’t enough, the kisses down her back strikes Cupid's arrow to her knees, permeating her senses enough to gravitate her close to orgasm.
But not yet that she's reached Valhalla.
Seeping into the position she got herself into, she had her boobs dangling forwards and backward as he rams harder, faster in her tight pussy. All this whilst Vyn stimulating clit, feeling his long fingers rubbing on her sensitive core.
The dirty noises cloud her system, she wasn't even processing properly how she's moved yet again.
Now Vyn pressed Yule against the glass wall, she blushed passion fruit red on how bare-naked she felt meeting the surface of the glass.
“Yes… ha, ah! More, ohh!” She lets out an erotic whimper as Vyn moves her for her sensitive erect knobs to glide across the cold surface. She hits deeper into the glass, her hands barely supporting herself as she grows sweaty and tired.
“What a li’l slut you are,” Vyn bellows, Yule involuntary gasps on how quick Vyn caught on to her dirty trail of thoughts.
He felt her vagina walls twitch in line with her kinky thoughts, so it was foolproof for him not to even notice.
“Only for you.” She flushed a deeper crimson shade (if that was even possible), there's no use denying it. Yule could only gulp down her remaining face.
Vyn only chuckles at her meekness.
“There could be no other that will ever see you in this state. You’re mine.”
As if ingraining a reminder, it wasn’t enough as Vyn is even shaping her insides with his dick. If that doesn’t mark on her mind to commemorate this moment… Maybe this is also needed.
Yule felt a stinging bite by her neck. She winced as he sucked hard like a vampire feasting, Vyn marked her bare skin in red and purple.
“Vyn… I’m all yours.”
He easily repositions her, supporting her legs to get hold of her eagle spread. He is carrying her to a more stable wall, not leaving gaps of dismay as he slips his dick into her with no further delay.
Her smaller stature bounces at his rigorous energy, the sound of skin hitting the glassed surface tensed her cunt tighter.
At every hit of the glass, it draws them closer and closer to their highs. She grabs hold of Vyn’s wide shoulders, reaching near to his neck as she moans out his name fervently.
Vyn is panting, not out of tiredness but out of excessive pleasure as he’s hitting close his climax. Yule also tightens around him, and it’s not long until he pulls out.
White ribbons spread on her chest as he cums.
He pushed back inside momentarily to pleasure her tight hot walls. It was squeezing tighter around him; the torrid sensation quickly made her reach her peak. The feeling reverberates as he rides along his orgasm in her cunt.
“I’m close, Vyn!” She grips his shoulders, almost scratching him as she further grazes her fingers moving down his back. She shudders at the progressing movements, adding another spike to her orgasmic chain.
After catching their breath, Vyn carries her by the table, putting his white coat over her tired body. It can be easily discarded after in the wash.
Yule is still a bit feeble as she leans her head on Vyn's chest. “Thank you for entertaining my fantasies. Even making them come to life today.”
She missed landing a kiss on his chin, leaving a soft kiss by his neck.
“Heh, can you come closer?” she sheepishly requested, Vyn leaned closer it also gave him a chance to observe her.
She barely used the wipes Vyn provided her.
He just shakes his head, chuckling as he does the favor to wipe her. Partly, he was at fault for putting her through exhaustion. The silver-haired man brushes her stray hair back, he then caresses her head.
“What am I here for if not providing for you?” He smiles, the tension and lewdness of earlier is slowly dispelling as he turns gentle. Well, he always is a gentleman in how he fulfills her needs and wants.
“I really appreciate it, everything that you do and everything about you really.” Yule places a kiss on his; square into his lips this time.
“Does it hurt, anywhere, love?” He checks up on her, even when she shakes her head ‘no’. As if to make up for it, he gently caresses her body. Lovingly, he stares at her as he kisses her all over; on the edges and every crevice that he had acted rough on her.
And all the more it filled her heart with warmth.
Their twists and turns revolve greater into intrigue, and they are willing to explore more of each other head-on.
