Summary: Separating means that neither you nor Leon should care what the other does with anyone else. He seems to have forgotten that detail though, and honestly, you're not far behind either.
General Warnings: Exes-to-Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Jealousy
There’s a knock on the front door right at six. You nearly fall as you run to the door.
“I wanna open–” You hear the yelling behind you, but much to their dismay you’ve beat them to it. The last thing you want is a lecture from your ex-husband about how dangerous it is to have one of the girls open the door.
You’re out of breath when you finally open the door, and he’s startled at just how fast you open the door. Though that startled look wears down and curiosity takes over as he looks you up and down. He furrows his brows and asks, “Are you going out?”
“Hello to you too, Leon.” You force yourself to smile at him, ignoring the question that has left his lips. He wants to pry into your personal life and you know that nothing good comes from getting him involved in your personal matters.
“Hi. Are you going out?” he asks again, making you click your tongue. You look him up and down, seeing how he’s dressed the opposite of you. He wears a black t-shirt and jeans, something casual to deal with the girls, while you’re wearing a short red dress that while certainly beautiful, is hard to accomplish much with.
“You’re right on time.” You step to the side, letting him walk into the house to pick up the girls. Leon steps inside but before walking past you he looks you up and down again.
“Girls! Are you ready?!” he yells, and they come running to him, practically jumping on him to smother him with all their love. It takes almost all of his strength, but he manages to pick up both the five and six year old. “How are my sweethearts?”
“Can we get ice cream?” your eldest immediately asks, and you massage your temple, feeling an oncoming headache. They aren’t your problem for the night at least.
“Did you bother greeting him first, Diana?” you ask, walking past them to get their stuff for the weekend. While you certainly love your daughters, the faster pickup goes, the more freedom you get to have for the weekend. You have a tight schedule today at least, you need them to get going soon.
“Hi, daddy. Can we get ice cream?” She corrects herself, and you decide not to pay too much attention to it this time around. Leon is with them, he can take over the parenting.
“Not tonight, sweetheart,” he answers, earning a pouty face from both of his daughters. The youngest does still hold a bit of hope, with just enough begging, Leon is bound to give in.
“Please, daddy,” she begs, and Leon sighs. If only there was a way for him to turn off his hearing even if it’s just for five minutes. He knows their tactics, and he’s an idiot because he still falls for it every time.
“Anastasia, I said no.” His tone becomes stern, though it’s just a facade because with just the right amount of pressure, he’ll give in. He puts them down on the floor because while Leon is strong, carrying both girls at once can certainly be an arduous task.
“Okay, bedtime’s at–” you begin as you come back with all of the girls’ stuff, but you stop as you remember that Leon is also their parent. He doesn’t need you to detail everything out for him, he can figure anything out.
“Bedtime’s when?” He doesn’t dismiss the words so easily. He has them every weekend, and when he doesn’t he makes sure to spend a lot of time with them. At this rate he should know when bedtime is.
“Figure it out,” you say as you hand him their stuff. He ends up humming in response, putting their bags over his shoulders.
This is the part where you begin to say your goodbyes and you begin your weekend. Except things aren’t going to be so easy with Leon, not while he’s staring you down like a hawk.
“What are your plans tonight again?” He won’t leave until he gets an answer, and while you think of a lie to satisfy his curiosity, your daughters seem to have another plan for you.
“Mommy’s meeting with a friend,” your eldest chimes in, earning a glare from you. Leon furrows his brows, looking back and forth between you and Diana. You clench your jaw, trying to remain calm, knowing that getting upset at your daughter isn’t going to say anything– You should’ve just kept your mouth shut when they asked why you were wearing the pretty dress. Did you really expect your daughters to stay quiet?
“Friend?” he asks, and you nod in response, nearly looking down at the floor as if you were a teenager that’s been caught redhanded. You and Leon have been separated for a while, there’s nothing for you to be ashamed of, yet you’re embarrassed. Though you greet him with the prettiest dress you have on, he wasn’t supposed to figure it out.
“Mommy’s allowed to have friends, is she not? Is she just supposed to stay inside and– Oh would you look at the time! I think you have to get going.” You try to avert their attention, though it’s not going to work so easily on Leon. Still, your hand goes to his back and you begin to guide him to the door. You look back at your daughters and motion for them to follow. “C’mon girls, daddy is waiting for you.”
“Is this friend someone I know or–”
“Why don’t you go take the girls for ice cream? There’s a new ice cream parlor just around the block,” you cut him off with the one thing the girls can resist, and you know you’ve won when they both chime in agreement. Quickly it becomes too loud for Leon to hear his own thoughts, and a subtle smile appears on your face, knowing that you’ve won.
“You said you’re a lawyer, right? What kind of law do you practice?” you ask, trying to keep conversation flowing during your first date. You can’t even remember the last time you went on a first date– You didn’t remember it being this tedious. Perhaps it’s because your date can’t keep a proper conversation flowing. Or maybe it’s because you’re not that comfortable with each other yet.
He begins to answer the question but the words don’t quite register in your mind because you see something from the corner of your eye. You hum in response, nodding as if you were actually listening to the string of words but instead you’re staring at a table in the corner. That hat looks… Oddly familiar.
“What do you do?” He gets your attention once again, but only for a minute. Your eyes quickly go back to that table in the corner, trying to decipher what bugs you about it. Your date clears his throat, making you look back at him.
“Oh, I do a lot,” you answer. And just as you’re about to give a couple more details, a familiar giggle catches your attention. Your eyes narrow as you try to figure out what goes on in the corner. You’re definitely making a bad impression, but that thought is the least of your concerns.
“Like what?” he replies, though he doesn’t get any sort of response. You stand up, putting your index finger up and giving him a sheepish smile.
“Will you excuse me for a second?” He doesn’t get the chance to answer before you’re out of his sight, walking to the table with a sense of authority. The closer you get, the madder you get as you put a face to the giggles.
You slam your hands on the table, loud enough to startle them but not loud enough to cause a scene. You glare at your ex-husband and your daughters, whispering in a threatening voice, “What are you three doing here?”
You take off the stupid hats on their heads, staring at them in disbelief.
“We were just grabbing dinner,” Leon claims, putting his hands up defensively, making the girls mimic him. You roll your eyes, knowing that the excuse would have been believable if they didn’t look so ridiculous.
Leon notes that murderous look in your eye, and he can’t help but be grateful about the fact that he’s in public. You would have his head on a silver platter if you didn’t have any witnesses.
“And you two.” You turn your attention to your daughters. You don’t even know what to say to them. You simply shake your head in disappointment.
You’re about to turn on your heel and walk away from them, back to your date, but you don’t want to walk away too fast. You look back at your ex-husband and put out your hand. “You’re paying for dinner, give me a card.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He sighs, pulling out his wallet to do just as you say.
“You three are in so much trouble,” you warn them before walking away, going back to your date.
You want to pretend like nothing has happened, but that’s impossible with your ex-husband and your daughters right around the corner.
“You three are–” You raise your voice as you enter your home, only to be promptly shushed by your ex-husband. He sits on your couch, looking through photo albums that you have of the girls. You click your tongue as you walk over to him. “How did you even get in here?”
He holds up your spare key. “Under the welcome mat? I thought I taught you better.”
“Why is your car in my driveway?” You cross your arms, staring down the man that makes himself a little too comfortable in your home. He doesn’t even look up at you.
“Wanted to make sure you got home safe. That guy looked funny.”
“You’re an asshole.” You roll your eyes, plopping down on the space next to him. You let out an exasperated sigh before asking, “So what? Are you spending the night here too?”
“You have a guest room,” he answers, fighting back a smirk because he knows that’s not where he’s sleeping tonight. “How was it? Considering you’re alone–”
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” you claim, making him scoff.
“You sure? That’s how we ended up with the first one,” he responds, making you hit his arm. It’s not a lie, but he isn’t supposed to mention it so casually.
“I’m not like that anymore and–” you sigh. “He’s an asshole. Certainly wasn’t too impressed when I told him my ex-husband and kids were spying on me.”
“We weren’t spying on you, we just happened to go to the same restaurant,” he argues, an excuse that even the most gullible person wouldn’t buy.
“You live forty minutes to an hour away from that place, Leon,” you reply, and he simply hums in response. He can make up any lie he wants, and he knows you won’t buy it. It’s not worth wasting his breath.
“Oh look, here’s the picture of Diana holding Anastasia for the first time,” he says, pointing at the picture that feels like eons ago. Your heart melts and you get pouty as you see your babies. “We make the cutest babies.”
“Don’t try to switch the subject.” You frown when you notice what he’s trying to do. For a moment he succeeded, but Leon should know better. You won’t let a grudge go easily.
“Can’t I make a simple observation?” He laughs, closing the photo album and putting it down on the coffee table. Frankly, the pages that were coming up were just of the girls fighting which is an act he gets to see every time he’s in their presence. Nothing special.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” You click your tongue before another sight leaves your lips. The night has been rough.
“How was your date though? Did you enjoy yourself?” Leon asks, noticing just how annoyed you look. He could’ve told you at first glance that the date wouldn’t have ended well, the guy looked like a total douchebag. Although that’s what Leon thinks of every person that’s within your proximity.
The last thing you want is to talk to your ex-husband about the date that he attempted to spy on. You don’t really want to share any of the grimy details with him, but you have no one else to talk to. And you need to complain. “I’m never talking to a man again.”
“That bad?” he replies and you hum in response. “I could gather he was an asshole the moment I saw him.”
“You made the situation worse,” you point out, and he frowns. Before he can even begin to defend himself, you say, “Having to explain what you did to him was awkward.”
“I would’ve laughed,” he argues, and you scoff. It’s easy to paint yourself as a saint when you’re not in that situation.
“You would’ve been pissed,” you say, and he doesn’t dare contradict you.
You take off your heels, slowly settling into the home. You’re sinking into the couch, though you can’t get too comfortable with the dress you have on. It fits you perfectly but it’s hard to breathe in when you sit down.
“You need help with the dress? It looks uncomfortable,” he offers, and you shake your head. You’re quite sure you can reach to your back and take it off– You don’t need his help for anything. “Suit yourself.”
“The food was awful too,” you share, and he chuckles.
“Tell me about it,” he hums.
“Go run me a bath,” you order, deciding that if he wants to make himself comfortable in your home, he might as well be useful. He stands up, following your orders blindly. A subtle smile appears on your face, and you can’t help but feel slightly happy at the fact that he’s here to do whatever you wish after your date.
You stand up and walk to the kitchen to get yourself a treat while you wait for your bath. Your eyes are searching the fridge for something that your daughters haven’t already devoured, when buzzing from the couch catches your attention. Your ears perk up, and you close the fridge. Your sweet tooth dies down for a moment, curiosity getting the best of you.
You quickly realize it’s nothing, it’s simply Leon’s phone on your couch– Who’s calling him at this hour?
“Leon, your phone–” You raise your voice just enough to say that you’ve made the attempt, but not loud enough for him to actually hear. You look down at the phone, and shrug. “Since he’s not here to pick up the phone.”
You grab the phone, and furrow your brows at the contact name… Why is a woman calling him? Your breath gets caught up in your chest and you stare at the phone completely dumbfounded. For a moment your thumb acts on its own, and you’re so dangerously close to swiping right and picking up the phone. But luckily, his voice snaps you out of the trance you find yourself in.
“Hey, your bath is ready will you–”
You throw the phone back on the couch and you run as if you were attempting to escape something. Leon is walking out of the bathroom but you drag his hand and bring him back inside. His body doesn’t even attempt to fight back, blindly trusting you.
“What’s up with you?” he asks, looking at the mirror and noticing the smirk on your face. You smirk but there’s a certain spark in your eyes. You look furious, as if he had done something– Other than crashing your date with your daughters.
“Will you help me take off my dress, Leon? It’s really hard to reach back there.” You put on that sickening sweet voice which you always use to get something you want. He almost laughs, unsure of why you use it because he knows that what you want is something he’s willing to offer with no complaints.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he answers, hands going to your back and dragging down the zipper of your dress. His cheeks burn when he sees the cute little set that you’ve decided to wear tonight– You were definitely planning on getting lucky tonight, it’s such a shame that your date turned out to be an asshole. Shame for the other dude, Leon is licking his lips and enjoying the view.
“Your eyes are going to pop out of your head,” you comment as you finish taking off the dress, throwing it on top of the sink. You turn to face him, getting a good look at him. “Have you gone on any dates, Leon?”
“Why do you ask?” he asks, not able to look past your chest. It’s the worst time to have a serious conversation. He gulps when he notices reach behind your back to undo your bra.
“No reason.” You shake your head. He watches you unclasp your bra, his breath hitching as he waits in anticipation.
“You know I can help you–” he offers when you take off your bra. All the blood rushes to his dick and it takes everything in him to remain composed. His eyes are glued to your breasts as if it was his first time seeing them.
When he steps toward you, you put your hand on his chest and stop him in his tracks.
“Who’s Ada?” you ask, and he frowns.
“Nobody,” he claims. You smile at him before pushing him away.
“Turn around and go to bed then,” you answer.
“Babe you know–” he begins but you don’t give him a chance to sweet talk himself into joining your bath.
“Bed. Now,” you cut him off.
“Yes, ma’am.” He relinquishes, courtly nodding before turning around and leaving you to bathe alone. Perhaps next time he should plan past the crashing your date part of the night, but in his books this is a partial win.
fuck it. be creative even if you never really *make* anything. write out plot synopses of stories and then move on. design OCs you'll never use. make mood boards and concept art and don't do anything with them. life's too short to forget everything that inspired you and creation doesn't have to be "complete" to be worth the time you put into it.
Summary: You leave a memento for Sylus before your business trip
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Oral Sex (m. receiving), FILMING (aka they make a sex tape), Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Cockwarming, Nipple Play, Praising
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Sylus gets pouty when he realizes you’ll be gone for a week. He doesn’t know how he ever survived without you. The thought almost seems impractical now.
The issue with Sylus is that you notice he’s upset, but nobody else does. Sylus successfully manages to suppress any and all of his feelings. To everyone else he looks normal, but you notice that something is off with him. His lips are slightly pursed together instead of being in their typical straight line. His eyebrows are more together than usual, and you can’t help but notice how he subtly wrinkles his nose when you mention that you’ll be gone for a week.
He’s upset, but every time that you mention it Sylus completely denies it. He typically laughs, as if you’ve told some sort of joke when you’ve simply pointed out your observations. He keeps up the facade that he’s a big and strong man that won’t get upset by his girlfriend leaving him; even if it’s with you. You won’t push the matter though, if he claims that he isn’t upset then he’s not upset.
“Is everything packed?” Sylus asks, staring at the pink bag that contains all of your stuff for the week. Sure, it’s big but not enough for a week’s worth of clothes and necessities. It surprises him when you nod. “Sweetie, I know you aren’t low maintenance…”
“You act like I’ll be gone for a month. It’s just a week, and I’ll mostly be in uniform.” You respond, and you watch as his face contorts. He’s upset. Your eye could twitch at his reaction– It’s not that you’re mad that he’s upset, you’re mad because he denies it. No matter what you say he’ll deny it.
“Right, it’s just a week.” He answers. Comforting yet distressful words.
“But maybe you’re right, in case I need to stay for longer I should pack–” You begin but before you can even finish the thought, the man cuts you off.
“Why would you need to stay for longer?” His words almost come out jumbled from how fast he speaks. He notices how he acts and corrects his speech, “Doesn’t the association have other hunters? Why would they exclusively force you to stay?”
“I’m important at my job, Sylus.” You point out, getting pouty yourself. However, you should be happy. You can see the distress in his eyes by the mere suggestion that you might have to stay for longer. “And since you won’t miss me around, I might just stay longer.”
“You’re more than welcome to.” He crosses his arms, not willing to let you win in this petty game that you have suddenly created.
“Fine.” You frown, grabbing your bag from the bedroom and heading toward the door.
“Where are you going?” He questions as you begin to walk away.
“I’m sleeping in the guest room.” You announce, and you watch as he clenches his jaw; yet, he won’t say a thing. He nods. He’ll let you have your way.
You expect Sylus to be in your room within thirty minutes, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You know him enough to know that he’ll show up to your room eventually, you’re just not sure that you’ll be awake for when that happens. Your eyes are getting heavy, before you know it, you’ll be asleep.
Luckily, at thirty-one minutes, you feel a heavy weight settle in beside you. He’ll continue to deny that he’s upset. But he doesn’t have to admit that he’s upset for you to know– What difference will it make if he admits it?
“Are you asleep?” He whispers as his arm goes over your body, bringing you closer to him. You hum in response, quickly followed by a giggle from you. “Does that mean you don’t want to talk?”
“Will you admit that you’ll miss me?” You ask him as you feel his cold hand going under your shirt, looking for warmth. You nearly squeal at the cold hands, but you’re used to them. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, answering your question in the most unusual manner.
“Who’s going to warm me up?” He responds.
“Mephisto.” You joke, but he can’t find any humor in your words. He’s serious, yet you’re laughing.
“And who’ll keep me company?” He continues while your hand caresses his arm. He’s letting himself be soft, a pleasure that only you get to witness. He’d call it his weak side, but you think it’s his finest trait.
“I’m only one call away.” You remind him, but you understand that it’s not the same. You take his hand out of your shirt and turn on your side to look at him. He’s looking down at you with soft eyes, completely filled with worry.
“I want to see your face.” He says, and your hand goes to his cheek, pinching it.
“Your phone has a camera, silly. You’re always calling me on facetime.” He’s finding issues with anything and everything, all which has a solution. Your lips land on the tip of his nose before you ask, “Is it because you’re going to miss my kisses and undivided attention?”
He stays quiet, and you peck his lips. You kiss him over and over again. You’ll do it until he asks you to stop, but Sylus is never going to stop you. As long as you’re all over him, he’s happy.
“Kiss your hand whenever you miss me.” Your thumb caresses his cheek, and he looks at you with adoring eyes. You press your forehead against his, while his arm brings you closer to him.
“What if I’m missing more than just your kisses?” He asks, and your brows perk up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s insinuating, but you choose to act stupid. You want to hear the exact words.
“Hmm… What do you mean?” You sit up, batting your eyelashes at him. A smirk comes to his lips, noting the mischief in your eyes. You get on top of him, knees on either side of him while his hands go to your waist.
“You know exactly what I mean, kitten.” He responds, his hands going under your shirt once again– This time, they aren’t looking for warmth; they’re being naughty and trailing up your skin. “What will I do when I need more than your kisses?”
“You have the internet.” You remind him, reaching into his pocket to pull out his precious phone. You input the password, one that so perfectly matches with your birthday, and open the browser on his phone. Before you can begin typing, he snatches the phone from your hand.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sylus’ eyes narrow as he stares at the tiny screen. You bite down your lip, suppressing a smirk. His eyes look back and forth between you and his phone.
“I was going to show you where you can go whenever you need a little bit more–” You begin, but he cuts you off. He’s almost offended that you were about to even suggest that.
“Why would I want to watch anyone that isn’t you, kitten?” He raises an eyebrow, and you feel your cheeks get warm at his comment. His hand goes under your chin, tilting your head to look directly down at him. “Do you understand my frustration?”
“It’s only a week.” Your words bring little to no comfort to him. 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. It’s not just a week. “What else can I do? It’s my job.”
“I told you that you can always quit– But since you don’t want to do that… Nothing.” He ends up sighing. You’d almost feel bad for Sylus, if he weren’t overreacting. You’ve lost count of the amount of times the amount suddenly disappeared for days on end.
“You’ll survive.” You tell him, as your eyes land on his phone. An idea comes to your mind, but you don’t have the guts to outright suggest it. You peck his lips before you whisper, “If you tell me you’ll miss me then I’ll do you a favor.”
“Which is?” He questions, and he watches your eyes land on his phone. He doesn’t need to be told twice, or in this case, not even once. He moves your hair out of the way and kisses your forehead, lips moving down to the tip of your nose and then your lips. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”
“Now you can admit it.” You joke, lips landing on his, more intensely than any kiss you’ve shared tonight. His breathing gets heavy, body temperature suddenly rising as he feels your lips on yours. The moment an opening comes to you, your tongue enters his mouth and presses against his own.
His hands roam through your body, going under your shirt and landing on your tits. Fingers circle and lightly pinch your nipples while his teeth bite down your bottom lip before pulling away. Sylus can’t properly enjoy himself before you push his hands away from your breasts,
You grab his phone, opening the camera and beginning the video, before forcing him to take it. You smile at the camera before your hands lift up your shirt, putting on a show for the screen. Sylus’ free hand can’t help itself, quickly fondling your chest.
“Make sure you get my good angle.” You adjust the camera before your body moves down. You begin to kiss his lower abdomen, moving down until his briefs stop you. Your finger hooks under the waist band, pulling down and freeing his cock from its restraints.
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before you spit on it. Your head moves down, tongue circling the tip of his dick, earning a groan from him. He tries to keep the phone still, not wanting to look back at the footage and watch blurry footage, but it’s hard to keep still when he’s so sensitive.
Eyes look up at him as your mouth wraps around his length, taking in as much as you can. You slowly bob your head, each movement earning a sound from the man. You’re putting on a show for him– Making a memorable video for him. It’ll be his most prized possession, yet the most confidential.
“Good job.” He praises, almost out of breath as your mouth gags on his cock. Tears well up in your eyes, his dick too much for you to handle. You’re trying to outdo yourself for the audience, taking all of him while you know that you can’t.
“You’re such a good girl.” He tells you while you take your mouth off his cock, spit coating your chin as you gasp for air.
“Is it good, baby? Will you be thinking of this while I’m gone?” Your eyes are focused on the camera, not even bothering on looking at your boyfriend. Sylus would complain, if his eyes weren’t rolling to the back of his head. Your lips kiss the tip before your tongue circles around his cock again.
His voice gets louder as your mouth sets just the right pace. His breath gets caught up in his chest, slowly losing control. Your hand massages his balls as you watch Sylus’ face contort with pleasure.
Sylus moans your name as his cum hits the back of your throat. He groans as he empties himself inside your mouth. You take your mouth off his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum and sticking your tongue out so the camera can see how much of a good girl you are.
“Good girl, making sure to not waste a single drop.” Sylus says, his hand going down to your mouth and wiping the corner of your mouth. Your face goes up, lips landing on his own, which he happily receives. When he pulls away, he reminds you, “You have to complete the show, kitten.”
“Put the phone on the nightstand.” You tell him, and while he tries to find the perfect position, you take off your pants. His hands get shaky, desperate to continue. It’s the last time he’ll see you like this for a week, and he’ll make sure to enjoy every single minute.
“Fuck– Fuck!” He curses as the phone falls, something that he’ll have to edit out of the video– Is he seriously thinking about editing his sex tape? He can simply fast forward, but that’ll just ruin his mood.
“Will you hurry?” You whine, getting desperate to feel him inside of you. You can’t wait for him to find the perfect position. Just as he settles the phone down perfectly, you push your panties to the side. You align his cock with your entrance, and slowly settle down on his length. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock fills you up.
“Fuck…” He mutters, out of breath as he feels your cunt wrap around him. As much as he loves your mouth, it truly can’t compare. Oh, he could cry knowing that he’ll only have his hand for a week. He’ll make do with what you’ve given him.
“Oh, fuck.” You moan, adjusting to his dick before you begin to move. You’re bouncing on his cock, setting a slow pace. His hands grip your ass while he lifts his face to bury it between your tits. He’ll make sure to enjoy his last few moments with you; it’s why you call him overdramatic, he acts as if he’ll never see you again. Though, right now you can’t complain about the way he acts. His tongue licks your cleavage before his mouth successfully latches onto your nipple.
Sylus moves his hips, moving much faster than you. You meet him half way, moans getting louder as his cock hits every right spot. Maybe you’re putting on such a show because you want the video yourself, you’ll definitely need it. You grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back which causes him to bite down before pulling away. The pain adds to the pleasure.
“You’re doing such a good job.” You talk to him as if he were a pathetic little pet. A tone of voice which he hates to admit he enjoys. “Are you my good boy, Sylus?”
“Yes.” He admits, sex brain getting the best of him– No, it’s something that he’d admit at any other time with you… Not with people around, but regardless, he’d admit it. “I’m your good boy, kitten.”
You smile, eyes darting directly at the tiny camera that captures the moment. Surely, he’ll deny that he ever said those words but luckily, you have an audience this time around.
“You feel so good.” He tells you, one hand going down to play with your clit. Your breath hitches, your hands wrapping to the back of his neck as your lips land on his. He’s met with pure carnal desire, a side of you that he rarely comes across with. A side that he thoroughly enjoys.
“I’m gonna– Fuck–” You begin as you pull away, but you can’t finish your sentence. You begin to tighten around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching and taking over you.
“Come all over me, sweetheart.” His eyes look down at his cock, watching as your pussy wraps around it. A sight that he’ll be thinking about for 604,800 seconds. His phone will do no justice.
“Sylus– It’s so fucking good!” You’re practically screaming, surely making a spectacle of yourself. You’d make a great actress, that’s for sure. You throw your head back, mouth falling agape as pleasure consumes you.
“Good job, kitten. Good job.” He praises you as your orgasm consumes you and you make a mess all over him. He can’t help but grab the phone and practically show off to where your two bodies meet. It’s a sight that he never wants to forget about.
“Look at you, you made such a mess.” He clicks his tongue, but it’s a mess that he appreciates, especially with how your pussy feels around him. Your lips meet once again, while his thrusts become unregulated.
“I’m gonna come inside you, okay?” He tells you, making you frantically nod in response. Before you know it, Sylus’ seed coats your insides. The man is unwilling to pull out until he makes sure that every last drop of his cum is inside of you– Though that’s hard as it drips out of your cunt and coats his cock.
Sylus makes sure to get one last frame of your pussy, before panning the camera to your face. You smile at the camera, winking before you kiss the lens. That’s when Sylus decides to end the perfect video.
“Is that enough for you?” You ask as you try to lift yourself up from his cock, but his hands hold you down.
“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” You swear you see a pout on his lips once again. He doesn’t want to let you go just yet.
“Fine.” You agree as his lips peck yours ever-so-lovingly.
“I’ll miss you.” He finally admits, and you smile before kissing him again. You had imagined the revelation to be more romantic… But this will make do.
I'm still new to all this stuff so I wanted to make them pretty cheap - I'm trying to move out and support my pets so if you like what you see shoot me a dm!
some TOS: half price expected to be paid prior to starting, second half to be paid upon completion. I reserve the right to post any of the commissions I make online - if you dislike this please send me a DM and I will take it down. Prices are non-negotiable.
If you have any more questions feel free to shoot me a DM.
Thank you everyone for your continued support and I look forward to this new venture in my art journey 🩷
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