Hi, I'm Vilapollo. You guys can call me Vile for short! I'm a 22 year old character artist from the Philippines. I mainly draw NSFW fanarts and design original characters for other people! I also like to write NSFW fanfictions so I'm posting them both here!
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I just wanna say i absolutely love your art style! You inspired me to pick up a pen again so thank you! I first saw your anigomi art and I fell in love so amazing job!!!
Oh my gosh you're so sweet!! I'm so glad that my art somehow made that much of an impact to a fellow artist huhu🥹🫶🫶
the fact that Sylus can still dominate you even when he's the one wearing a collar🫦
So, I posted the sketch for this one on Love and Deepspace subreddit because I was tired of drawing my own persona at the time. I asked if someone would let me borrow their persona and I'm so glad a lot of people responded but I only chose the first person who commented. And this is their persona!! Of course, I gave them a copy of this artwork without the watermark since I did use their MC. I really had a lot of fun doing this and being able to draw other people's MC in my style!
I do have the YCH base for this one, so feel free to take it and draw your own MC on there, but please make sure to credit me somewhere if you're ever going to post it! If you want me to draw your MC in my style I am also available for a YCH commission~ Just press keep reading below so you can see both the base and the comm info!
Had to reupload this one because of some things I didn't realize I missed censoring ;u; anyway, for this gouache practice, it's a little less messy. And I was faster this time! The one thing I changed is that instead of fully covering the initial sketch, I applied a thin layer of gouache and then traced the sketch underneath the paint with a colored pencil! That way, I know the details as I paint~
the fact that Sylus can still dominate you even when he's the one wearing a collar🫦
So, I posted the sketch for this one on Love and Deepspace subreddit because I was tired of drawing my own persona at the time. I asked if someone would let me borrow their persona and I'm so glad a lot of people responded but I only chose the first person who commented. And this is their persona!! Of course, I gave them a copy of this artwork without the watermark since I did use their MC. I really had a lot of fun doing this and being able to draw other people's MC in my style!
I do have the YCH base for this one, so feel free to take it and draw your own MC on there, but please make sure to credit me somewhere if you're ever going to post it! If you want me to draw your MC in my style I am also available for a YCH commission~ Just press keep reading below so you can see both the base and the comm info!
@illvampyre commissioned me to draw her MC and Caleb for this month! She wanted it to be more suggestive so I came up with this illustration for her MC and Caleb~ I really had fun drawing them in this pose....until I had to draw the details on their uniform😭 I had to use several artworks of Caleb as reference since I can't see shite with his in game references lol still, I'm happy with how this turned out and I'm glad my friend was happy about it too ;u;
Anyway, imma use this chance to promote my art commission if you want artworks such as this one! Just press keep reading below to see my commission info👇🏼
practicing gouache + trying to fill up my 2-year-old mini sketchbook
I genuinely want to go back to working on my traditional art. Working on this piece of artwork made me realize how unstable and out of practice my grip has become because of the ungodly amount of reliance I have with ctrl + z. Plus, I also have a dream of doing one of those live paintings on weddings lol I'm not sure when that'll be or if that time will come at all. But it doesn't hurt to practice on my painting skills while dreaming of painting for other people's special occasions :>
I would also like to just leave my latest YouTube video right here where I info dumped about my OCs, worked on a Caleb x MC commission, and sketched some nsfw artworks for Celesterra Audio on Patreon!! (They are also on YT and their channel is Celesterra Audio as well. Please check them out!! I've done most of their thumbnail artworks there hehe))
I've been wanting to rebrand my YouTube channel for a while now. By rebrand, I mean actually make it more cohesive because my content is all over the place lol so I wanted to start by redrawing new persona art. I still have a few things to tweak here but I'm happy with how this turned out so far!!
Also, I just want to plug in that I'm currently open for commissions with free simple backgrounds like this one! I just want to be able to practice drawing more backgrounds until I can finally do complex ones! Keep reading to see my commission info👇🏼
a/n: this is another OC in the upcoming otome novelette I'm writing! Volker is a knight tasked to protect Runa (the reader), which is funny because Runa could feel how much Volker tries to distance himself from her. Unfortunately, duties are much more important than personal feelings.
You admire yourself in the mirror in front of you. A beautiful black velvet gown adorns your figure. It was a simple gown paired with a pair of long gloves. Your lady-in-waiting helped you put your hair up in a tight bun, leaving two locks of your hair on each side of your face.
“So, the prince won’t be coming tonight?” you ask, letting your lady-in-waiting apply her last touches on your makeup.
Another figure stands by the door of your dressing room. He wears a dark red formal suit, nothing too fancy. However, since this is the first time you’ve seen him in such clothing, you try not to look at him a little too long. On the other hand, his green eyes refuse to look at you, which is something you’ve already gotten used to. After all, you’re the last person in the whole kingdom that he ever wants to be with in an empty room. Unfortunately, the king has a great sense of humor by appointing him as your official bodyguard.
“No, Lady Runa,” Volker replies. “Unfortunately, Prince Shiloh won’t be coming with us tonight. That’s why he specifically instructed me to be your…escort for tonight’s charity gala.”
You nod. “Very well.”
Your lady-in-waiting steps away after helping you put your coat on. You then dismiss her and tell her to not wait for you until you get back, since you’ll surely be home late.
You approach the door and stop before the knight. When your eyes meet, you resist the urge to take a step back. The way he looks at you makes you wonder how he’s currently trying to strangle you in his mind.
“Prince Shiloh tasked me to give this to you,” he says, pulling out a small but heavy white box and presenting it in front of you.
“This must be the necklace that Solana asked me to wear,” you say and gently unlock the box.
Inside was a diamond necklace with several emerald pendants. To call it a necklace is an understatement. It looks like a small chandelier with the amount of diamond chains artistically interwoven with one another. Now you know why Solana, Shiloh’s cousin, asked you to specifically wear a gown with a low neckline. It’s a good thing you also decided to wear a plain velvet gown. You’d surely be the center of attention if you wore something a little more fancy.
“Could you help me put it on?” you ask, looking up at him.
Volker nods. “Of course, My Lady.”
He walks towards the vanity table and puts the box down. He pulls out a pair of gloves and puts them on. He picks the necklace up and unclasps the lock of the diamond necklace. He bends down over you to match your height.
“May I?” he asks.
You nod.
You feel the cold touch of the necklace as he wraps it around your neck. You feel how heavy it is. Unfortunately, this necklace will be auctioned at the end of the night. You just hope your neck and shoulders can survive throughout the night.
Your train of thought gets cut off when you see how Volker is bent towards you awkwardly as he tries to clasp the necklace on your nape. Aside from trying his best to work on the necklace, he seems to be trying his best to keep his distance between the two of you. Whether it’s out of respect or out of his personal vendetta against you, you don’t know.
“Please don’t make things harder for yourself. You can come closer if you’re having a hard time with the clasps,” you tell him.
His go from the necklace up to yours. “It’s alright. I almost got it,” he replies before returning his gaze to the necklace once again.
You hold yourself back from sighing at his stubbornness. Instead, you take a step closer to him. This takes him by surprise and the heavy necklace slips from his fingers. Your heart drops along with the necklace, but it is immediately forgotten when Volker suddenly pulls you by the waist and presses you against his chest
Your widened eyes meet each other. The necklace is awkwardly stuck between your bodies, stopping it from fully crashing to the ground.
“S-Sorry,” you breathed. “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
“No, it was my fault,” Volker replies. His fingers slightly twitch on your waist. “But, can you please grab the necklace for me, My Lady?”
You look down and realize that the necklace is just below your chest. Your face heats up. “Y-Yeah. Of course,” you say and get a hold of one of the clasps.
He pulls away slowly and immediately takes the necklace in his hands. “Perhaps it’s better if you sit down for this, My Lady.”
“Yeah, I think so too,” you say as you fan yourself.
You take a seat on the fluffy couch and watch as Volker leans over you. This time, he leans in closer. His breath is on your shoulder as he works on your necklace once more. He has this woody scent emanating off of him and you can’t help but try not to squirm too much.
Finally, you hear the click of the clasps which means that he’s finally done. He pulls away a bit, checking to see if the necklace looks okay on your neck.
“Is it heavy?” he asks.
You blink, not expecting him to even think whether this piece of jewelry is comfortable or not. “It is, but I’ll be fine,” you reply. “It’ll just be for the night.”
He nods and stands up straight while pulling the gloves off of his hands. “I’ll bring the box with me. If you need to rest your neck and shoulders, at least we have someplace to put it away.”
You smile. “Thank you, Volker.”
He nods. “The prince specifically told me to not only be responsible for your protection, but also your comfort. I’m merely doing what is asked of me,” he says before offering you his hand. “The carriage is ready outside.”
You take his hands and he helps you up from the couch. Despite your gloves, his warmth reminds you of the contact you had with him earlier. However, you immediately force yourself to get rid of such thoughts. Aside from being engaged to the prince, you’re aware of the past that will forever leave a gap between the two of you.
a/n: Shiloh is a new character I'm developing from a novelette I'm writing. I've always been obsessed with otome games, but since I don't have any knowledge about game developing....yet....I plan on writing an otome novel instead! There are a total of 3 characters + the reader which will be named Runa. And here is a small drabble to introduce you guys to the first character, Shiloh, who is a prince from a powerful kingdom where the story takes place!
Nights at the palace are the best times to go out for a midnight stroll through the gardens. The delicate flowers seem to shine as they bathe in the moonlight. The air may be cold, but it’s nothing that a long nightgown and a cardigan can’t fix. It’s quiet and peaceful as well without the nosy nobles coming to watch your every move.
You sit in the pavilion with a handkerchief in one hand and a sewing needle on the other. You’re having a hard time falling asleep tonight, so you decide to go ahead and relax in the royal gardens while embroidering. You haven’t done anything else all day but attend your private classes and do your homework. Despite how tired you are, sleep still won’t come to you easily.
It is nice to be able to have a little alone time and admire the palace grounds without anyone bothering you, well, except for the guards.
“Good evening, Runa.”
Like clockwork, your entire body immediately stands upon hearing that voice.
“Your Highness,” you greet, curtseying to the prince before you. “Good evening.”
“Please, there’s no need for that. We’re the only ones here,” he says.
You raise your head and meet his gaze. He stands right at the entrance of the pavilion. Even though he reassures you that the two of you were the only ones around, he still has this expression he wears when he’s around his advisors. The only thing missing is that stuffy uniform of his.
“What are you doing up so late, Your–” You clear your throat. “Shiloh?”
“I can’t sleep,” he says, bringing his finger up to his lower lip and rubbing it lightly. You furrow your brows. Growing up with the prince, you’re very well aware that this is something he does when he’s lying.
You don’t question it anyway.
“Would you like to join me?” you ask. “I’m almost done embroidering this handkerchief. You can have it after.”
You don’t know if the light just changed, but you feel like the moonlight made his eyes light up.
“I would love to,” he says before stepping into the pavilion and sitting down on the bench beside you.
You continue the stitch that you’ve been doing. You can feel his eyes on the way your fingers move. With him sitting this close to you, the soft scent of his freshly showered hair wafts through your nose.
“How was your day, Runa?” he asks.
You look up at him with a smile. “It was perfectly fine. I had to complete a few homeworks.” You pause for a bit, thinking whether you should mention the last part. But then again, he probably already knows anyway. “ I also visited the Royal Priest earlier.”
“I heard,” Shiloh replies. “Can I know what the purpose of your visit was?”
You clear your throat. “I’m sure he already reported it to you and the king, Shiloh,” you reply.
“I know,” he replies. “I do want to hear it from you, though.”
You sigh before pulling up your sleeve. A few of the visible veins on your arms glow a faint purple.
That guarded expression of his from earlier crumbles. His jaw clenches. His hands twitch as he reaches out but stops himself before looking at you. “Can I touch you?” he asks.
“I don’t mind,” you tell him.
His warm fingers trace over your forearm. “Does it hurt?” he asks.
You shake your head. “Not at all. The Royal Priest said that it’s only normal since I’m nearing the age of twenty-three. The powers that I inherited from my father are slowly manifesting.”
“I thought you have until the age of twenty-five until they fully manifest?” Shiloh asks.
You nod. “That’s what the Priest said,” you say. “These are just the symptoms.”
Shiloh’s hands wrap around your left hand and he pressed his forehead against it. “I should’ve been looking out for you more. I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy these days.”
You purse your lips, not really knowing how to respond to that.
After his father conquered your kingdom, he took you in and arranged you and his son, Shiloh, to be engaged at a young age. It wasn’t really a symbol of two nations coming together or anything. It was simply to prevent any type of disaster befalling upon their kingdom. After all, you are the offspring of a powerful god. The king was afraid of offending a god, but is also afraid of you seeking revenge against him. However, he guessed that the powers you inherited from your father could be useful to the kingdom, so he arranged for you and his son to be married once his son ascended the throne.
You know Shiloh only keeps himself close to you because he has to watch over you and make sure you’re not plotting anything against him and his father.
“Please don’t waste your energy worrying about me,” you say as you pull your hand away. “I’ve been attending all my classes and training. I won’t lose control of my own powers.”
You ignore the way his face falls, or at least you thought that’s the expression he’s making. Sometimes, the way he looks at you is so confusing. You don’t know whether it’s from pity or if he’s trying to manipulate you into thinking that you’re actually anything more than just some tool. It’s not like you have anyone else. Naturally, your loyalty will remain with him so there's really no need to go to such lengths.
“You can’t just tell me to not worry about you,” Shiloh says. “I’ve known you since you were little, Runa. As your fiance, it is my job to protect you and take care of you when you need me.”
You do the last stitch of the embroidery and tie a knot at the back. “That’s why I try not to bother you as much, Shiloh. You already have so many people to look out for, so that your job of looking out for me will be much easier for you to do. If it makes you comfortable, I will also report to you every time I visit the Royal Priest.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Shiloh says. “I didn’t mean that it’s my job as a prince to look out for you. It is my job as your…friend.” The frown on his lips is replaced by a faint smile. “Look, how about we go outside the palace tomorrow and take a stroll in town? I will personally tell your instructors tomorrow that they let you finish your classes earlier. That is…if you want to?”
You lick your lower lips, thinking of saying no. “I don’t want–”
“I promise you that it’s not a bother. Besides, I really do need it as well. Think of it as accompanying me tomorrow instead. How about that?” he asks.
“If I can do anything to help you get your mind off of things, then I can’t refuse,” you reply. “We should head to bed now then. I’ve just finished this.” You hand your handkerchief over to him.
He takes it from you and folds it properly. “Thank you, Runa,” he says. “Let me walk you to your–”
“There’s no need,” you say. “I know you’re lying when you said you weren’t tired earlier.”
You can see Shiloh swallow, like a child caught stealing from a jar of cookies. “Are you saying I look old now?” he asks, suddenly sheepish.
You can’t help but chuckle. “No, don’t worry. You look fine. I can just tell when you’re lying, that’s all.”
Shiloh furrows his eyebrows. “You do? H-How??”
You just reply with a smirk before standing up. “Goodnight, Shiloh.”
With that, you head back to your room. Shiloh watches your form leave the garden before looking down at the handkerchief you embroidered for him. It’s a little flower that has the same yellow and blue shades of his own eyes.
tags: mdni, overstimulation, facefuck, blowjob, consensual nonconsent (mc uses the word "no" and begs him to stop during sex but not their safeword), aftercare, possessive Sylus, (slightly) drunk sex, Sylus uses his Evol during sex, not edited
a/n: you can find the full censored version of the illustration on my twitter @/vilapollo_arts!! Please consider following the account. I'll be releasing uncensored versions of Xavier's and Sylus' NSFW artworks once I reach my goal of 100 followers! And with that, I hope you guys enjoy this fic!!
It takes a lot of patience on Sylus’ part before you even start to get under his nerves. Most of the time, when you do, he bends you over any surface near the both of you and fucks you into oblivion. It mostly happens when the both of you are alone. However, this time, you decide to test the limits.
Sylus was invited to a private party which he asked you to come. Of course, he didn’t invite you just to be a beautiful display by his side. You have a target in that guest list and you need them to acquire some information. It’s as simple as that, so you decide that this is also the perfect time for you to also play around. Of course, Sylus only knows the first part of your plans tonight. You needed his connections for that.
You decide to buy a new outfit for this particular party. It’s not often that you splurge on clothing, but then again, Sylus pays for it anyway. You can blend in with the other party goers and definitely attract two of your targets–the person you need your information from and Sylus himself. The best part is that the type of clothing you bought will definitely rile Sylus up, knowing that you have you other ways to extract information from other people.
You tell Sylus that you’re coming from Linkon straight to the party, telling him that it’s best if the two of you arrive separately so that you won’t scare your target off. You want to surprise the man when he sees the outfit you bought yourself for this party. Sylus instead sends a car over to your place to pick you up and send you to the place of the event.
You decide not to bring your weapons with you. After all, you have Sylus to back you up. If you get into trouble, you trust that that man will not let you be harmed.
You arrive at the hotel where the party will be held. You inform the front desk what you were there for. Showing her your copy of the invitation. The lady nods as you and calls for a bodyguard, someone that doesn’t seem to have the same uniform as the usual guards patrolling the hotel. The man escorts you to where the party will be held, which is at the hotel’s sky deck.
Sylus meets you right at the entrance, taking you from the bodyguard’s hands. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes say it all. You directly meet his eyes as he brings you to an area with less people.
He leans over towards you. “You really outdid yourself with the…preparations you need for today,” he says.
You tilt your head to the side and smile. “Of course,” you reply as you spin around to show him the back. “Business at the front, part at the back. Like it?” you ask, looking up at him over your shoulder.
Sylus chuckles. “You know I prefer it when you don’t have anything at all,” he says, tracing his fingertips on your back. “Perhaps, after your mission, I can take you in my room and help you wash the blood off of you?”
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you fully face him. “Don’t worry about that. No blood will be shed tonight,” you say. “At least, not by me,” you continue in your head.
“That’s a little disappointing, but I guess that’s one less problem to worry about,” he replies. “I’ll leave you to go do your thing now then. I do have other matters to take care off as well.” He almost leans down to press a kiss on your forehead, but one of the guests suddenly comes over. He takes a step back and gently picks up your hand. “It was nice meeting you, sweetie.” He winks as he presses a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “It was nice meeting you too,” you reply.
Sylus’ hand lingers before he finally lets go of you and walks away. Once he blends in with the other guests, you put your mask on and walk towards the crowd as well. You look around among the mingling crowd and spot him at the bar, talking to someone. You decide to saunter over to the bar. As soon as you take your seat right beside them, you feel the two men eye you up and down. Well, if your clothes were enough to rile up the leader of the Onychinus, of course it will also catch the attention of other people.
Your plan is to make him come to you first, which is not really a hard task considering he shooed away the person he was talking to and turns to you.
“Good evening,” he greets, inching his seat closer towards you.
You smile back. “Good evening,” you say sweetly.
“Henry,” he introduces himself and offers his hand for a handshake.
You shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” he asks.
“Aren’t you going to buy me a drink first?” you ask, reaching your hand out and pressing your hand on his knee.
He smirks, amused. “One drink for them please. Put it on my tab,” he tells the bartender. He turned towards you with a wink. “Well, there you go. Aren’t you going to tell me your name now?”
You smile as you take the drink from the bartender. You take a sip and nod in satisfaction. You turn back to him and introduce your fake name.
“Are you here with someone? I doubt someone as eye-catching as you would come here all alone,” he says.
“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply, leaning forward closer to him. “No one will come and suddenly drag me out of here in a body bag, won’t they?”
From the corner of your eyes, you can see a familiar figure standing a few feet away, staring at the two of you menacingly.
Sylus’ fingers twitches. Without even using his Evol, his piercing gaze alone is enough to probably kill the man. Still, he wouldn’t want to get in the way of your mission. Perhaps once you’re done with him, he’ll send over the twins to take care of him. He’s not usually a jealous man, but he sees the way this man is putting his arm around your waist currently. It doesn’t help that he sees you glance over your shoulder and meet your gaze as if challenging him.
He huffs out a laugh, pressing his tongue against the inside of his right cheek. He downs the whiskey in his hand and places it down on the table before forcing himself to look away.
Throughout the party, you're glued right beside that man. Sylus, on the other hand, tries to ignore you. And it frustrates you because it seems like he doesn't really care that another man is parading you around as if they own you. Despite being disappointed and mad that Sylus isn't giving any attention towards you tonight, you still focus on feeding Henry’s ego so he would eventually spill the information you need from him. And you get to deal with Sylus right after. Or maybe, you will have to pour your frustrations on this man before going back to Sylus.
Unbeknownst to you, Sylus has actually been keeping an eye on you. Even though he’s trying to do his own thing, he still makes sure that you don't leave his periphery for more than 2 seconds. And he’s getting quite concerned with how quickly you're downing your drinks. You still remain the same composure as you had before but Sylus can see how you're starting to slow your movements and even letting the man get more and more handsy towards you. All of that, he’s able to hold himself back. All he could think about is breaking the man’s fingers and skinning his arms so he gets to be reminded to not touch what isn’t his next time. However, he composed himself.
What his breaking point is when the two of you start to leave the area with you pulling him back into the hotel. He rises to his seat and contacts Kieran and Luke to ask for information about the man’s room. Not a minute later and he receives the information that he needs. He knows that you can still handle yourself, considering how you seem to be the one pulling the man behind you. However, it still took a lot of him to not to immediately follow the two of you.
He leaves the party and follows the two of you after five more minutes and heads to the room that the twins have told him.
He arrives at the guest’s suite. He uses his Evol to unlock the door and lets himself in. There's no one to greet him at the door or the living area. He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears because that means the two of you are in the bedroom. A part of him knows that you can handle yourself, but at the same time, he knows that with your current state, you’re still you may still be taken advantage of.
He immediately heads towards the bedroom, slamming the door open.
As soon as he opens the door, he’s greeted by your figure straddling your unconscious target on the bed. You jump at the sound of the door opening, so you immediately lift your gun to the direction of the door, directly at Sylus.
Sylus is unfazed by the gun. He leans against the wall and throws a smirk your way. “If that man wasn't already unconscious, I would've sucked the light out of his eyes and I would’ve deeply enjoyed watching him go limp,” he says.
You lower your gun as soon as you hear his voice. You throw your legs over the body underneath you and hop off of the bed.
“You got what you needed, kitten?” Sylus asks, watching you sway as you walk towards him.
He slowly snakes his arm around your waist and lets you lean against him for support. “No,” you sigh.
Sylus furrows his brows. “What? Was he not the one holding the information you needed?” he asks, brushing away stray hair from your face. You don’t respond right away, so Sylus speaks again, “That’s alright, sweetie. Let me take you upstairs to my room first. You need your rest first.”
“No,” you protest, struggling to look up at him. Your face breaks into a smile in that same second. “What I mean is,” you wrap the end of his tie around your hand and pull him down towards your face, “you.” You then glare at him. “You weren’t paying attention to me all night. You don’t like my outfit?” you ask.
Sylus raises his eyebrow. “For a trained Hunter, I’m kind of worried that you haven’t noticed my attention being on you all night, sweetie,” he says, tightening his hold on you. He looks back at the unconscious man on the bed. “You didn’t notice how much I want to snatch you away from that man and show who actually owns you, kitten?”
You swallow. You don’t know what he actually means by that. However, all you mind could think of is the most unholy things Sylus could have done to you at the party, right in front of everyone. Your legs, which are already feeling like wet noodles, now feel much weaker. If Sylus’ arm isn’t currently around you, you would’ve already collapsed on the floor.
Sylus seems to notice this. Suddenly, he sweeps your legs over the floor, carrying you bridal style. The corner of his lips curve upwards. You yelp and immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s get you out of here. I’ll let the twins take care of the garbage.”
As he brings you to his own suite, you can’t help but start to feel the insides of your thighs become moist. Your whole body is heating up. The way he’s carrying you as if you weigh nothing at all definitely doesn’t help the thoughts entering your mind.
The elevator is empty when the two of you enter. “Here, let me put you down first,” he says before gently letting you stand on your own two feet. He pulls out his room card and presses it up against the sensor to activate the elevator before pressing a button. As soon as the doors close, Sylus suddenly turns to you and picks you up under your thighs before pinning you against the elevator’s wall.
“Sylus!” you gasp as his hands start roaming on your skin. His touches are rough and possessive, squeezing your arms, waist, and thighs. He buries his face on your neck, his tongue tracing the path from your jaw to your collarbone. He bites down on the area where your neck and shoulders meet. Your whole body shudders.
“You riled me up all night, kitten,” he whispers, voice heavy with lust and possessiveness. “I can’t help but think that you definitely did it on purpose.”
You throw your head back against the wall as Sylus’ fingers travel up your chest and start playing with your nipples, flicking and squeezing them through the fabric of your clothes. The world around you is blurry. All you can feel are his tongue and hands on your skin. You don’t even realize yourself wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding against the tent forming on his pants. You can feel his thickness from just rubbing yourself against him. And all you could think of is him manhandling you as he’s fucking you.
“Please, Sylus,” you whimper, your fingers running through his well-kept hair and gripping them in between your fingers.
Suddenly, Sylus pulls away from you with a smirk on his face. “We’re almost at our floor,” he says. He puts you down and fixes your clothes for you.
The elevator dings and the doors open. He ignores the pleading expression on your face and sweeps you off of the floor once again and into his arms. He walks towards the only set of double doors on this floor. Inside was a luxurious suite, much bigger than the suite you came from. However, you can’t really focus on the grandness of it right now considering that you’re drunk and really, really, really horny.
You swallow as Sylus brings you to what you guess is the bedroom.
“Stop squirming,” Sylus tells you, looking down at you with an amused expression plastered on his face. You can’t help but think that this man has some kind of trick up his sleeve.
As you enter the room, Sylus puts you down on the king-sized bed. He loosens his tie and takes off his suit. You can’t help but bite your lower lip as you watch the muscles on his body move. He hovers over you, planting his hand against the headboard and the other right beside your head. He holds your eyes with his intense gaze. His eyes travel down your body, stopping at your squirming thighs.
He looks back to your eyes and smirks. “I know you, kitten,” he whispers. His breath has a hint of alcohol in it. It feels like he must’ve drank a little more than usual tonight as well. “You don't usually have the need to use that pretty face of yours on your missions. You're smarter than that. Usually, you only use all of this,” he lifts his hand from your side and traces his fingers on your cheeks down to your lips, “when you need something from….me.”
His thumb traces your lower lips. You take his finger between your lips and sucks it lightly, keeping eye contact with him. “And what if I did?” you ask. “What are you going to do about it now that another man has laid their hands on me?”
Sylus’ jaw tenses. He lets out a deep breath with a chuckle. “I already have that man dealt with. The only thing I only have to deal with is you.” He takes his thumb out of your mouth and lightly slap your cheek but still hard enough for you to feel the sting.
He stands back and pulls the chair near the window closer beside the bed. He sits down, legs spread and gestures for you to come to him. “Get up and show me who you’re actually supposed to worship.”
Without waiting for a second, you stand up and are about to approach him but then, a black smoke comes out of nowhere. Before you realize that it's actually his Evol, the smoke pushes you down on your hands and knees.
Your palms and knees sting from the impact, but the pain is actually welcome. If anything, it only adds to the arousal already present between your legs. You crawl towards him, looking up at him through your lashes. When you reach him, you try to lift your hand but the black smoke keeps your palms planted on the ground.
“Keep your hands and knees where they belong,” he says, looking down at you.
You obey. You lean forward and use your lips and teeth to unbutton and unzip his task, which isn't an easy feat. You keep eye contact with him as you take the hem of his underwear between your teeth and pull it down slowly.
“Oh, fuck,” Sylus curses.
Sylus’cock springs out of his underwear, slapping against your cheek. The tip is already glistening with his own precum.
He chuckles. “I can't get over how my cock is as big as your face.” He holds his cock against your face, rubbing it against you. “Now, take it down your throat like a good little kitten.”
He helps you line his cock to your lips and you immediately take his head in your mouth. Your tongue circles around the tip and you moan as soon as you get a sweet taste of his arousal. It’s just his precum and yet it’s already so thick. You can't help but wonder how much he is going to make you swallow. Inch by inch, you take him in your mouth.
Sylus above you watches as his shaft disappears into your mouth. He places his hand behind your head and guides your head forward, pushing his cock further in your throat. He grits his teeth, stopping himself from shoving his cock down your throat. He knows that's what you also want, but he first needs your spit all over his cock so he can fuck your mouth mercilessly without stopping.
You look up at Sylus and his head is leaned back against the wall. The tip of your nose soon touches his stomach. You can feel your throat being spread wide open by his girth. On the other hand, Sylus bites down a string of curses as he feels your throat tighten around his shaft.
He loosens his grip on the back of your head and you pull back, leaving only the head of his cock inside before swallowing it whole once again. You start bobbing your head along his shaft. Without the help of your hand, you do your best to make sure that you swallow the entirety of his cock every time while meeting Sylus’ eyes at the same time.
And Sylus loves it. He loves the way your cheeks become hollow as you suck on his cock. He loves the way you gag occasionally when you accidentally hit the back of your throat with his cock. He loves the heavy breaths you're taking through your nose. Most importantly, he loves how you're shaking your ass in the air as if imagining that he’s fucking you from behind.
Oh, he will give you just that, but for now, he has to fuck your face first.
He grabs the sides of your head with both hands, stopping your movements. And without any warning, he starts fucking your face.
Sylus watches as your eyes roll back as you take his cock in your mouth. Spit starts to bubble at the corners of your lips as he pumps his cock into you.
Sylus’ Evol disappears around your wrist but you don't move. You know that he removed them so you could tap him whenever you needed to breathe or if he became a little too rough.
But you know you can still take it.
Your face is immediately a mess. Your own drool slips down your chin and down your neck. Sylus starts to move your head to meet his thrusts. You ball your hands into fists when Sylus fully buries his cock in your mouth and keeps your face pressed against his stomach.
He doesn't move, keeping your head down. Your eyes start to roll and you attempt to pull your head back but his hands won't budge.
“You know what you should do, kitten,” he says, voice raspy. Even he is out of breath.
You let him hold you like that for a few more seconds before you began frantically tapping his thighs. Sylus immediately lets you go.
You pull your head back, gasping for air. Your tears start to roll down your cheeks, mixing in with the mess of your saliva.
Sylus cups your entire jaw with one hand. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he mumbles before slapping your cheek. His eyes travel down to your thighs and he smirks. “You like that don't you? You like choking on my cock, kitten?” he asks.
You bite your lower lip as you smile up at him, either alcohol drunk or cock drunk, maybe both. “Uh-huh,” you reply.
“Such a good kitten. Open your mouth for me.” You obey, opening your mouth with your tongue out. Sylus spits into your mouth and you happily swallow it down.
He then wraps his hand around your neck. “Stand up,” he orders. He tightens his fingers on the sides of your neck as you stand up. He pushes you backwards, towards the bed. And when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Sylus throws you down.
He climbs on top of you, He takes the fabric of your clothes in his hands and rips it apart. He chuckles at the gasp that you let out. He wraps both of your legs around his waist before pinning both of your hands on your sides.
Sylus keeps his eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips forward, lining his cock to your hole. His cock easily penetrates your entrance. Your jaw drops as your back arches. You close your eyes, sighing as Sylus' cock pushes against your insides.
But then, Sylus pulls out and buries his cock inside of you in one thrust, pushing a scream out of your throat.
“Keep your eyes on me, kitten,” he demands, pressing his whole body forward, folding your whole body in half, pushing his cock deeper into you.
You cry out and immediately open your eyes, meeting Sylus’ dark gaze. “I’m sorry,” you whimper.
He smirks. “I forgive you for that, kitten. However, you still have something to be sorry for.”
You furrow your eyebrows, confusion painting your face. “H-Huh?”
“I know that you set this night up on purpose. Aside from that mission of yours, you also took this opportunity to make me jealous, didn’t you?” He lets go of your other hand and wraps his fingers around your neck once again. He squeezes, harder than his grip earlier. “Didn’t you?” he repeats.
“Y-Yes,” you squeak. “I did.”
“Wearing that gorgeous outfit, purposefully catching the attention of each and every person in the room. You really took a huge risk just to rile me up, huh?” He laughs. “Such a naughty little kitten.” You see the glint in his eyes before your vision is suddenly covered by the black smoke of his Evol. With your vision clouded, you flinch when you suddenly feel Sylus’ breath against your ear. ““Perhaps I should give you a reward for going such lengths just to get on my nerves. Don’t expect me to hold back though, kitten. I’m gonna fuck you the way you want so fucking good that it’s going to feel like a punishment. Cry all you want, let the whole hotel hear that sweet voice of yours, but I’m not gonna stop until that slutty little hole of yours takes the shape of my cock.”
His deep voice feels like it’s caressing your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your body.
“You know your safe words, right?”
You nod.
“I need you to speak up, kitten.”
“Yes, Sir,” you say out loud. “My safe word is crow.”
“Good kitten.” You feel his soft lips against your forehead.
And when his lips pull away, he immediately starts pounding into you.
He isn’t holding back, staying true to his promise, giving you exactly what you want. His thrusts are hard and rough and his hands on your neck, tightening around you. Your head starts to become woozy. Your body feels light and the only feeling you can focus on right now is the way his cock is drilling into your tight hole. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, not that it matters because he has your vision blocked as well.
Your screams do nothing but fuel Sylus’ thrusts. His eyes remain on your face, which has the messiest and most beautiful expression right now, making his cock harder than it already is inside you. He feels like he’s about to burst. As much as he wants to fill your stomach up with his thick cum, he still has to break you.
As his cock keeps on hitting that sensitive spot inside of you, it doesn’t take long for you to reach your first orgasm. Your back arches, pressing up against Sylus’ torso. Sylus grunts above you as he feels your walls suddenly grip onto his cock. However, this doesn’t faze him at all. Despite being in the middle of an orgasm, Sylus keeps on fucking into you. He does remove his hand from your neck though, letting you cry out loud. He moves his hand on one of your legs and brings it from his waist to his shoulder.
He leans over, using his free arm as a support and fucks you deeper. That immediately brings you to your second orgasm.
“Sylus!” you cry out. “It’s too much! Please stop! Oh god! Oh fuck!!”
He slows down a bit, swallowing your screams with a deep kiss. His tongue dominates yours, swirling it around and sucking on your lower lip. “You know your safe word, love. Would you like to use it?” he asks, voice a bit gentler.
You purse your lips and shake your head. “Please keep on fucking me,” you plead. “I want your cock, Sir. Please let me have your cum inside me!”
“That’s right, kitten. I don’t want you to stop begging, you hear me?”
Without waiting for you to answer, he fucks you as rough as he was fucking you earlier. The slapping of skin to skin blends in with your cries. Your whole body feels so sensitive, each pleasure that his cock is sending throughout your body feels like it’s tripled. You don’t know where your hands are going anymore. You’re reaching for any type of anchor you can hold onto.
“I’m gonna cum again!” you cry out. “Sylus, please, it’s too much!!”
“Hold it in,” Sylus orders.
“No, I can’t!” you cry out. “Please…! I can’t cum anymore!”
“Hold it for me or I’ll let you keep coming for the rest of the night,” Sylus warns through gritted teeth.
You bite down on your lips, pulling on the sheets, trying to focus on everything else but the pleasure building up in your nerves. You do your best to relax your entire body, but Sylus starts to suck and bite on your neck. His fingernails are digging into your hips as he grips them in place while he slams his own hips against you.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m close. You better fucking come with me, sweetie.”
Your body automatically responds on its own, immediately tensing up as you feel your orgasm start to build up once again. He lets go of your hips before reaching for your head, slipping his hand underneath, and gripping your hair. He presses a deep kiss against your lips. His thrusts begin to stutter before he fully buries himself deep inside you. Your whole body twitches as you come again for the third time, the sensation elevated because of the feeling of Sylus’ cum inside of you.
Sylus pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe each others’ air as the two of you come down from your high. He lets go of your hair and begins to caress your cheek. He straightens himself and slowly pulls out. He sucks in a breath as he watches his own cum ooze out of your hole. He forces himself to snap out of it and get off of the bed to head towards the bathroom.
You whine at the loss of his warmth.
A few seconds later, you can feel his presence once again. You feel a warm damp towel being pressed up against your hole. You realize that Sylus is cleaning you up, wiping your crotch area, stomach, and thighs. You then feel his arms underneath you and he fixes your position on the bed. He disappears once again and comes back with a new clean towel. He wipes your entire body this time. He cleans the makeup off of your face as well. The whole time, you’re in and out of your consciousness.
Sylus disappears one last time. When he comes back, he lays down beside you. He’s entirely naked this time, but smells like soap. He must have taken a quick bath. He gathers your limp form in his arms, basking you in his warmth once again. You feel his fingers caressing your back. You snuggle up against him and he lets you. The last thing you remember that night is the soft humming of your voice and the soft kiss he presses on your forehead.
tags: mdni, established consent, s*mno, blowjob, Xavier calls you pretty, creampie, not beta read/edited
You’re lucky that your shift has already ended early for the day. The sun had already begun to set so you immediately stopped by the grocery store to buy some ingredients. You decided to also stock up your pantry since someone has been sneaking into your apartment and get their grubby hands on your snacks.
“I should probably also cook for him,” you mumble to yourself. “I bet that man just slept all day.”
After paying for your items, you immediately get home and start cooking up a simple dinner. You’ve been eating take outs for the past week so you decided that today is the day you finally get to eat a home cooked meal. While cooking, you send Xavier a quick message that you’re currently cooking dinner.
He immediately responds back, to your surprise, “I cant wait. Im just about to hop into the shower”
As soon as you read that last sentence, you bit your lower lip, imagining your boyfriend naked and steamy from the shower. You feel the heat in between your legs growing the more you think about getting in bed with him.
Both of you have been so busy with your missions that it's been a while since you've slept in the same bed. You miss the way his voice whispers your name. You miss his warmth. You miss him.
Your phone dings once again, interrupting your thoughts. “I missed U. I cant wait to have U all for myself tonight”
This dinner couldn’t cook itself any faster, huh?
You send a reply back, “I’ll just finish up our dinner and head over to your apartment right away.”
You return your full attention back to the dinner you were making, which is a completely difficult task, considering how uncomfortable your underwear is getting already.
Once you’re done cooking, you decide to also take a shower while it cools down for a bit. When you’re done, you transfer the food to another container before heading to Xavier’s apartment. You decide to just use your own key to the apartment to let yourself in.
The lights in the kitchen and the living room are both on. Even the fan was on in the living room.
“Xavier?” you call out as you head into the kitchen.
There’s no answer.
You set the bowl down on the island before heading into the living room. You turn off the fan. He’s not here either. You decide to head towards his bedroom. Before entering, you knock lightly. The only response you get is the light snores coming from the other side of the door.
You decide to let yourself in. As soon as you open the door, you see him lying on his bed with nothing but his boxers on. His sweater and sweatpants are right beside him. You’re guessing that this man was in the middle of putting on clothes when he fell asleep. But that thought is immediately abandoned when your eyes travel down his body.
His boxers are bulging. It’s as if it’s gonna be ripped at any second from how hard his cock is. Even some of his precum is leaking through the cloth.
You swallow as you slowly approach Xavier's figure on the bed. You bend down and slip a finger under the garter. You pull it down, which is a bit of a hard task with how his cock is straining the boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach as soon as you get his boxers down to his knees.
The breath shivers as you become painfully sore down there, impatient of what's to come. You kneel on the floor and take his long shaft in your hands before starting to stroke it slowly. You collect your saliva on your tongue and spit it on the head of his cock. You spread the mixture of your spit and his precum all the way down to the base of his cock. You pull his boxers down completely and discard it behind you before putting your attention back to his cock.
It’s so hard and the tip is almost like an angry red. The thought of his cum exploding inside you while you’re riding him while he’s fast asleep almost makes you cum as you press your lips on the tip. It twitches in your hand as your lips start to slowly envelop his girth. His scent and taste consumes your senses. While the pain in between your legs keeps growing, you want to feel his cock in your mouth first. You want to hear him moan while you facefuck yourself onto his cock while he’s asleep. You need to know that you can pleasure the man with your mouth alone even in his sleep.
Suddenly, you hear Xavier groan. Your eyes flick to the expression on his face to see whether he’s awake. His eyes are still closed but his lips are now parted, taking in heavy breaths. This alone urges you on to further push his cock into your mouth. The more his cock gets pushed down your throat, the more heavy his breaths become. Soon enough, your lips touch the base of his cock.
You move your tongue around, reaching for his balls, massaging them with the tip of your tongue while his whole cock twitches in your throat. You let out a small moan as you pull your head back, feeling every vein of his cock against your lips and tasting every drop of his precum on your tongue. As soon as your lips reach the head of his cock, you immediately push it back down your throat. Putting your hands on his thighs, you start bobbing your head up and down on his length.
Xavier’s heavy breathing is followed by small moans. You can see how his abdominal muscles are tensing, but he remains asleep. This does nothing but urge you even more. However, his hips suddenly jolt upward, catching you off guard as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. Your nails suddenly dig into his skin as you resist the urge to gag loudly. Tears immediately formed in your eyes. You slowly pull away.
You gasp as soon as his cock pops out of your mouth, spit coating your lips and chin. You wipe your lips and chin as you stand up. You slip out of your shorts and underwear before carefully crawling on top of Xavier. You look down on his face. His brows are slightly furrowed, but as you press your palms on his chest, his breath is even. After confirming that he’s still asleep, you grind down on his cock. You move your hips back and forth. Your own arousal coats his shaft.
You take his cock behind you as you lift your hips. You line his cock to your entrance and start to sink down on his length. You bite down on your lower lip, your head hanging backwards. You stifle a pained moan as his cock continues to slowly split your insides in half. Xavier stirs beneath you. You can feel his chest start to expand and contract a little faster as the tightness of your hole envelops the entirety of his cock.
“Fuck,” you sigh as you bury your face on his neck.
You immediately start moving your hips up and down. Your breathing began matching Xavier’s heavy breathing as well. The feeling of his cock being pushed back up into you is making it harder for you to stifle your moans. Despite that, you don’t slow down. You even bounce your hips faster, trying to find that spot inside you that Xavier always somehow manages to abuse whenever he fucks you brains out. You whine in frustration as you increase your pace. Feeling his cock inside you feels amazing, but something’s still missing that could bring you to the edge.
All of a sudden, your movements were halted by two big hands on your hips, keeping you in place. Below you, Xavier slams his hips upwards into you. And that particular spot you've been searching for earlier is now being pounded against with his hard cock.
“You're so tight, my love,” you heard Xavier's lust-filled voice say in a raspy voice.
The voices you've been holding back for a while now fills up the entire room. He adjusts himself below you, planting his feet on the bed and slamming his cock up into your tight hole. His thrusts are fast but deep, making sure to hit that sensitive spot inside of you over and over.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head while drool trickles down Xavier's neck.
Xavier curses underneath his breath. “Waking up to you bouncing on my dick,” he chuckles. “You couldn't wait for me to wake up, huh?”
He slaps your asscheek before rolling so you are now the one under him. He doesn't even take a moment before placing your legs over your shoulders and pinning your hands on both sides of your head before he starts fucking you deeper.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips on your forehead without breaking his pace.
You don't even realize that drops of tears have rolled down your cheeks. The contrast between his soft kiss and the roughness of his thrusts easily sends your whole body into orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Xavier!!” you cry out as Xavier buries his cock deep inside you. You can feel his hot and thick cum coat your insides.
Xavier buries his face into your neck and wraps his arms around your shaking body. You can feel every twitch of his cock inside you, making you shudder. The both of you lay there, bathing in the moonlight. He strokes your hair while whispering sweet praises into your ear.
“Such a good bunny.”
“It’s okay. I'm here.”
“You make me feel so good, my love.”
His other words blend in together as your eyes become tired. You suddenly feel that rush of tiredness enveloping your entire body. Xavier seems to notice this and tries to pull out to let you rest. However, you wrap your legs around his waist.
“Stay here,” you mumble.
Xavier chuckles. “Alright,” he whispers. “Let’s sleep like this.”
He adjusts himself on top of you so he’s not entirely pushing his whole weight on top of you. He knows how much having his weight on top of you comforts you. He doesn't know why but he complies anyway. He smiles as he looks down at your face.
“Sometimes, I can't believe such face can make the most sinful acts,” he mumbles, wiping off the tears that are still in your lashes.
He carefully takes the blanket and partially covers the both of you. With him still inside of you, the both of you fall asleep in each others’ warmth.
a/n: It's been a while since I've written a fic, but I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Requests are open so feel free to hop into my inbox!
Honestly, I wanted to publish 3 fics this week but I guess I overestimated myself because I felt rusty ;u; Still, I guess I can blame it on the illustration that I made because I wanted to publish a fic with an original fanart of mine.
Unfortunately, tumblr is having none of it and flagged my first post with the whole illustration. So if you guys are interested to see the full illustration, I posted it on my twitter account which is @/vilapollo_arts.
I do also have an uncensored version of the illustration. I haven't posted it yet since I wanted to post it once I reach my goal of 100 followers!! So, please help me reach my goal and consider checking out my twitter account. I do also have a Sylus fanart in the making which I will also be posting an nsfw version if I do reach that goal 😉
note: not beta read. i just wanna spread the horniness
Sleeping while wrapped in silk sheets in a hotel luxury bedroom is a much deserved break after months of chasing after Wanderers. It’s been a while since you completed a whole eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. The curtains are still drawn, basking the room in shadows. Your morning is almost perfect, if it weren’t for the empty space beside you.
You crack one eye open to confirm that Sylus wasn’t there. You frown as the gray-haired man is nowhere to be seen. You grab your phone from your bedside table and open up your messages.
“Where are you?” you ask him.
He’s not replying. You sigh and slide off of the bed. You head into the kitchen. There’s already food on the counter. There’s a batch of pancakes with bananas and blueberries and a note beside it. You pick up the note to read it. Apparently, Sylus headed out to the gym to get some morning workout and he’ll be back after an hour. You look at the pancake and smile. He definitely cooked these all by himself.
You take a seat on the counter and grab a fork and a bottle of syrup. You open your phone and play a video as you eat your breakfast. You finish eating your breakfast and head to the living room. You take a seat on the fluffy couch and turn on the television to continue watching what you were watching on your phone.
Suddenly, you hear the lock to the hotel door signal that it’s being unlocked. Sylus enters the room, drenched in sweat. He spots you on the couch and immediately comes over to you.
“Good morning, sweetie,” he greets, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
“Good morning,” you mumble back. You cup his cheek and look up at him. “I missed you. You weren’t beside me when I woke up.”
He chuckles. “I’m sorry, sweetie. You were asleep so I decided to get some exercise done before we head out. Don’t worry. You’ll have me for the rest of the day. I just have to take a shower first.” He pokes your nose and tries to pull away, but you won’t let him.
He tilts his head at you. You look back up at him and shift your shoulders. The loose pajamas you’re wearing slips off your shoulder. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him and a smirk immediately forms on his lips. You use this opportunity to slowly get up and guide him to sit on the couch. He obliges, maintaining his piercing gaze on yours. His large warm hands cup your hips as you plant both of your knees on either side of his thighs.
“Someone’s a little impatient today,” he teases as one of his hands travels down in between your legs. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he feels your excitement coat his fingers.
You stifle a moan, but your trembling legs give away how deprived you are of his touch. “It’s been a month,” you grumble. “And then I wake up without you on top of me. Tell me, who wouldn’t be impatient, huh?”
Sylus’ smirk grows wider as he watches your fingers fiddle with his sweatpants. “Poor little kitten,” he groans as your soft fingers wrap around his cock. “Well, I’m here now. Go on. Use me for your own pleasure.”
He’s already hard and dripping with precum. You press the head of his cock to your already twitching hole. He pushed your hips down, but not too forcefully. He still lets you sink down on this cock at your own pace, considering how he sees your jaw drop and your eyebrows scrunch up in pain.
“Are you alright, my love?” he whispers, leaning forward to start licking one of your nipples. His tongue swirls around the nub before lightly biting down.
“Mm-hmm!” you whine, throwing your head back. It hurts. You have forgotten how huge he was after a month of not being able to be this close to him. However, that spike of pain that shot throughout your body doesn’t stop you from taking him in. You know that you’ll feel sore after this but what matters right now is to have him inside of you.
You recover yourself and wrap your arms around his neck. You bury your head in his hair, taking in his scent. He smells so good. His body is still warm from his morning workout. You cling to him as you feel the entire length of his cock stretching you out.
“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He looks up at you. With the way his eyes are glazed over, you know that he’s trying his best not to start slamming his cock into you. “I can feel how your walls are holding onto my cock so tightly. Did you miss me that much, huh?”
You simply answer with a nod as you lift your hips up and slowly bounce on his lap. Your jaw laxes, letting small whimpers fill up the empty hotel room. As much as you want to go fast, every time you sink down on his cock, it feels like his tip is pressing against your stomach.
“That’s my good little slut,” he praises, keeping his eyes planted on your pained expression. “Come on, sweetie. Show me how much you missed me.” He runs his rough fingers down your thighs before suddenly slapping your skin. “And I’ll reward you with the proper fucking that you deserve.”
“Yes, baby,” you gasp as you start increasing your pace. You bury your face on the crook of his neck. Each inhale you take is accompanied with his musky scent. That paired with his low moans is driving your mind crazy. The thought of doing the same to him with your hole and moans urges you to keep going faster even though you feel yourself running out of breath.
His palm slaps your bouncing ass several times while your hole continues to devour his cock. The pain from earlier is now replaced with an immense pleasure that you craved for weeks. Even the stinging of your skin that he’s abusing with his hand is being translated into pleasure. Your brain is already muffled and the only thing you can focus on is his cock splitting you in half.
You don’t even register Sylus placing his arms beneath your legs. “Hang on tight, kitten. I’m bringing you to the bedroom,” he says. You do as he says before he stands up with his cock still shoved inside of you. Each step he takes towards the bedroom makes your whole body twitch.
You only realize the two of you are in the bedroom when you feel his cock slip out of you as he places you down on the silky sheets. You whine in protest, now feeling empty. “Sylus,” you plead. “Put it back inside. I want you. Please, please, please….”
He lets out a low chuckle as he crawls on top of you. “So impatient,” he teases, his cock in his hand. He slaps his shaft against your hole. “Are you sure you want me to make a mess of you, sweetheart? You think you’ll be able to keep up, hm?”
You pull your knees up to your shoulders, showing your wet and twitching hole. “I’m all yours, so please just fuck me,” you cry, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out.
He grinds his teeth together at the sight of you. “Fuck, you’re such a good little fucktoy,” he growls before shoving his entire length into you. Before you can even scream, he leans down to devour your lips and your tongue.
He wastes no time slamming his hips against yours. His pace leaves you breathless but wanting for more. You don’t even care when you feel his hand wrap around your neck and start to squeeze. With his mouth against yours and his hands squeezing your neck, your eyes start to roll at the back of your head, already feeling woozy and numb. All you can feel is his cock driving his cock into your needy hole.
“You look so pretty like this, sweetie,” he groans. “You don’t know how much I craved to see you fucking break on my cock. Every night, I came to the thought of your hole wrapped around my cock. I thought about fucking my come into you and breeding you. Maybe if I plant my seed deep inside you, you’ll have no reason to be away from me. Every night, I get to fuck you and fucking breed this greedy little hole of yours over and over.” He laughs as you let out a weak whine. “Oh, you’d like that, don’t you? You like having all my cum inside you, my dirty little slut?” He loosens his grip on your neck. “Answer me, darling,” he demands.
“Yes….yes! Please cum inside me!” you exclaim. “I want it deep inside me. Please I need your cum to fill me up!”
“That’s my good little kitten.”
He pulls out of you and throws your entire body around like you weigh nothing at all before pushing his cock back into you. He grabs your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin. Your screams start to fill up the room as he mercilessly pounds into you. A string of curses escapes lips, feeling your hole tighten up even more.
“Wai-wait! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out. “I’m gonna cum!!”
“That’s right. Cum for me, but I will not be slowing down for you. I want to feel your slutty hole squeeze my cock. I told you I’m not gonna hold back,” he whispers in your ear. “And I intend to keep. My. Promise.” He emphasized the last three words with a deep thrust. On the last thrust, your whole body seizes up.
As promised, he keeps on slamming into you. You haven’t even finished your first orgasm yet but it’s already followed by another one. Your hands try to hold onto something, anything.
Sylus groans in pain above you as your nails drag across his flexed arm. His eyes are in a daze as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head and your saliva drips out of your mouth. You looked so beautiful underneath him, under his mercy. Even if he did want to stop to let you catch your breath, the feeling of your walls squeezing him is preventing him from doing so. Your warmth is such an aphrodisiac to him.
“You’re so pretty, darling,” he pants. “Such a good little kitten for me.”
You whine in response. You want him to stop. Your whole body is currently oversensitive. You feel like you’re gonna pass out anytime soon.
“I know, sweetie,” Sylus cooes. “I know. I’m almost there.. Just hold on until I can come inside you, okay? Don’t you want my cum pumping you full, hm?”
Your whole body shudders in excitement at the thought of him filling you up. With your brain turned into mush, all you can do is babble incoherent words.
Sylus understands though and presses his entire weight on top of you while continuing to fuck your brains out. You remain incoherent as he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers together. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. You belong to me and only me, you get that?” he grunts. “Nobody gets to have this body of yours but me.”
“Yes, yes, yes…yes!” you gasp. “I’m yours. I belong to you. Please treat me as your cumdump. I want to have all your cum inside me…oh god…please, please, please!”
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Sylus says. His hand slips around your neck once again and he squeezes as he increases his pace. You can hear his heavy breaths and moans against your ear. His sweat is dripping down your skin, surrounding you with his strong smell. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you every time he slams himself into you.
Before you know it, you’re reaching your third orgasm. Sylus curses under his breath and buries his cock deep into you, filling up your stomach with his warm and thick cum. He doesn’t let go of your neck, loving the feeling of how tight you are the more he restricts your airflow. Only when he feels your body go slightly limp that he lets go of you. He lifts himself up and spreads your thighs before he slowly pulls out of you.
He groans as he watches his thick load escape your twitching entrance. He scoops it with the head of his cock and shoves it back inside. He does this repeatedly. Pulling out his cock completely before pushing all of the oozing cum back inside your hungry hole.
He then gently flips your entire body. He cups your face and presses a gentle kiss which you weakly reciprocate. “You think you can still walk for our lunch reservation, sweetie?” he asks, a smile on his face.
You chuckle and wrap your legs around his waist. “You should ask if I still want to go,” you reply. “I think I might want another round of you for lunch instead.”
Your partner laughs. “Anything you want, darling. You know I’ll always give you what you want,” he whispers before pulling you in for another tender kiss.
