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Sylus core

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Imagine Dragon Sylus having a kid and constantly checking to see if they've started growing horns, because he's so scared they'll be cursed like him.

Until one day the kid asks when they'll get horns, and Sylus realizes that his kid doesn't see it as a curse, and wants to be just like their dad when they grow up

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SCRUMPTIOUS

The D Word

ao3/masterlist

Summary: At Tara's suggestion, you try something different on the phone with Sylus. Things quickly escalate.

CW(18+): daddy kink, phone sex (kind of), masturbation, dirty talk, fem (afab) reader, female terms of endearment are used, cringe pet names, porn with feelings, reader is MC, sylus is not a booktok daddy dom, he's so much more than that to me 3.4k

“Why don’t you just try it? He seems to dote on you so much already. It doesn’t seem like a stretch.”

Tara, your best friend and semi-frequent interloper into your personal relationships, was attempting to convince you to get under Sylus’s skin. “Skye,” as she knew him. Your boyfriend in every sense of the word – except that you had never made it official. Tara was especially privy to this fact – it had become nearly impossible to hide all of the time you spent with Sylus from her, nevermind the constant influx of gifts and attention from him. He had never broached the subject of putting a name on your current relationship, and you had been too nervous to ask for fear of scaring him off, or being rejected. As things stood now, you were soaking up what he was willing to give you – which, to be fair, was quite a bit. 

Tara wasn’t wrong, though. Despite your lack of a label, you had begun to rely on Sylus in a way that differed from anyone else in your life. While your relationship had started on a purely professional level, it had quickly evolved into something much more personal. As it stood now, you even relied on him for assistance with mundane tasks – like helping you build furniture, or heavy lifting that you could definitely do but didn’t want to if there was a big, strong Sylus around instead. He came at your beck and call without much complaint, and often initiated spending time with you on his own accord.

Still, there was one aspect that was missing. Despite your continually growing affection and reliance on him, you and Sylus had never been truly intimate with each other. You had definitely sexted him more than a few times – and he had happily reciprocated. You weren’t an idiot, either. You were certain you had felt him hard against you more times than you could count while settling down to a movie, or while lazing around in bed. This was another thing that he had never broached of his own volition – which made you reluctant to try Tara’s line of encouragement to tease him. You weren’t sure if he was being respectful, just wasn’t that into you, or if it was something else entirely.

“I don’t know, Tara. What if he like, gets grossed out and completely drops me?”

Tara, who was sitting across from you on the couch in your apartment, wrapped up like a burrito with a cup of tea in her hands, raised a quizzical eyebrow in your general direction.

“Are you kidding me? The man looks at you like he’s liable to eat you at any moment. You could probably ask him to take the moon down for you, and he’d find a way.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her turn of phrase. Her encouragement was wearing away at your reservations. If he hated it, maybe he’d just brush it off and pretend it never happened. Best case scenario, you figured. You didn’t even want to consider the worst case scenario. You sighed, relenting to her devious plans for your situationship. She had yet to steer you wrong when you had come to her for advice in the Sylus department.

“Fine, fine. I’ll try it. If it all comes crashing down, I’m blaming you, though.”

Tara grinned, looking extremely pleased with herself. She sipped her tea innocuously, hiding her smile behind the drink as if you hadn’t already seen its evil intent.

“You have to let me know how it goes.”

This was how you had ended up pacing around your house that night, unable to bear executing your plan from the safety of your bed. You had too much nervous energy, even after completing your nighttime routine. It was late – around 11PM. Just around the time you knew that Sylus had finally begun to start his “day.” You had locked and unlocked your phone to send him a text more times than you could count, now. You stared at the irritatingly blank message box under Sylus’s contact. It really wasn’t helpful that the last set of messages between you two was about something incredibly innocuous – something about going to the shooting range to blow off some steam. The friendly nature of the messages did nothing to bolster your confidence on this matter. You made your way to the couch, finally forcing yourself to stop screwing around. You put a blanket over your bare legs, which had taken on a bit of a chill from the night air in the apartment. You opened the message thread between you and Sylus. You took a breath. Your heart thudded around, and threatened to take up residence next to your intestines as you typed out a message.

Me:

Hi. Whatcha doing?

11:03PM

You eyeballed your own text. Innocent enough. You weren’t sure if Sylus would even respond – sometimes the two of you were both so busy that you went days without contact. It wasn’t ideal, but to be expected considering the nature of your lives. You, a Deepspace Hunter, and him, the enigmatic leader of Onychinus. Despite earlier anxieties, you knew now that Sylus would always get back to you eventually. You couldn’t help your surprise, though, when his response came within the same minute of your original message.

Sylus:

In a meeting. grueling. Everything OK?

11:03PM

You stared at his response. This was the one thing that was difficult about texting Sylus – he wasn’t one for casual conversation over text, unless it was about making plans, or very brief. He seemed to be under the assumption that you texting him, especially at night, was because you needed something from him. He technically wasn’t wrong in this case, you mused, though you weren’t sure it was a need he was even willing to fulfill. Or cared to. You worried your lip between your teeth, trying not to doubt yourself now. Tara’s words about Sylus wanting to eat you came back into your mind, and you stifled a laugh in the silence of your empty apartment. You imagined him sitting in on his meeting, bored out of his mind. The image made you want to see him all the more.

Me:

Everything’s fine. Couldn’t sleep and I was just thinking about you

11:04PM

You had to force yourself to hit send, squeezing your eyes shut as you did so. It wasn’t as if you had never told Sylus something like this before (though not enormously often), but your trepidation about your plans was combined with the fact that he was currently in a meeting, and therefore liable to ignore your texts entirely (for good reason). Being rejected in an indirect way was somehow worse than if he had just outright said he wasn’t interested. Despite your reservations, the reply came quickly.

Sylus:

Funny, I was thinking about you too. want to tell me exactly what it is you’ve been thinking about me?

11:04PM

You felt your face heat up into a hot crimson at his response. It wasn’t overt at all – and you couldn’t even be quite sure that he had meant it like that . It was sometimes impossible to tell with Sylus, especially over text. He often said things that could be taken many ways. You were certain that you could be inconveniencing him in whatever extremely-serious-Sylus-business meeting he was engaged with. But it was too late to back out now. Your mind was made up. You took a breath, steadying yourself.

Me:

Was thinking about what we’d do if you were here. It’s pretty cold tonight.

11:04PM

You opened your camera app. The room was somewhat dark, so your form was a bit obscured, but just visible enough in the low light to take a photo. You turned over to lay on your stomach, and kicked your feet leisurely into the air. You were wearing one of Sylus’s big sweaters, which he had loaned out to you in the name of the recently dropping temperatures. Other than that, you had elected only to wear your panties underneath it. You snapped a picture, not including your face. You squinted at it. It showed the slope of your back, and the swell of your ass, just barely peeking out to show your panties from under his sweater. The bare soles of your feet and the backs of your bare legs were visible, too. You quickly righted yourself onto your back, pulling the blanket back over your form. You attached the photo to the message and hit send before you could change your mind. You buried your face in the blanket. You weren’t sure about the logistics of him opening the photo in his meeting – but considering it was Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, Relentless Conqueror ,  you doubted it was that much of a problem. 

There was a space of about two minutes before Sylus’s reply, and you had already begun to worry that you had somehow managed to push it too far this time. Maybe he just wasn’t that into you. But the reply came just as you had begun debating apologizing for overstepping.

Sylus:

Do you think it’s fun to get me all riled up while there’s other men in the room? If I was there, I’d already have two fingers inside of you.

11:06PM

Attached was a photo of Sylus from the waist down. He was seated with his legs open in a relaxed position. You recognized the black slacks he was wearing – some of his favorites. You even recognized his shoes. The carpet you didn’t recognize. Clearly in an establishment belonging to someone else. But none of this was important, because you could clearly see the outline of his erection straining against his pants. And it was big . You knew Sylus was big – of course you did. There was never any doubt. You had felt it before. You tried to imagine what it would feel like to take him all in when he was fully aroused. You were already feeling slick between your thighs. He had casually taken a photo of his hardon during a meeting. He was hard because of you.

Shit.

You had never even gone so far as to feel each other up (short of fleeting touches), but he was already talking about fingering you over text after just one slightly risque photo. You would have to unpack that another time. Right now, there were more pressing matters. You figured now was as good a time as any to try it out – Tara’s idea. Your mouth suddenly felt very dry. You forced your fingers to swipe across the keyboard. Your anxiety and arousal had combined into a feeling like that of nearly being outside of your body as you typed, and you hardly recognized your own words on the screen before you sent them.

Me:

I’d rather have your cock inside me, daddy

11:06PM

You flung your phone to the end of the couch, where it landed with a soft thud . You could hardly send the message, let alone read it back more than once. You put your face in your hands, wondering if you had just screwed up all of the time you had spent cultivating your current relationship – whatever it was – with Sylus. While you had nothing for contempt for him when you had first encountered him, he had slowly wormed his way into your mind until he began to consume your every waking thought. You were always wondering where he was, what he was doing, what he was thinking. If he was thinking about you. If he was wondering about you, too.

There was a lull of time, and Sylus still hadn’t responded. One minute passed, then two, then three, then four. You felt yourself begin to sweat with the anxiety of it, and kicked the blanket from your body once again. Maybe you really had fucked up. You reached for your phone, intending to check the time. As soon as you touched it, it began to ring. You nearly dropped it again in your shock, but managed to right it in your hands. It was Sylus calling. Your palms were slick with sweat.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

 His name and contact photo stared you squarely in the face from your phone screen. You gawked at it while it rang. You had never expected him to call you in response to your teasing – nevermind the fact that he had been in a meeting only minutes prior. Maybe he even intended to admonish you. Your heart had begun to beat erratically. In your anxiety and excitement, you even had begun to feel a bit nauseous. You took a great intake of breath, steadying yourself. You hit the answer button with a shaky thumb.

“Hello?” You answered. Your voice sounded much calmer than you felt. As if you hadn’t just been asking your not-boyfriend to put his dick inside you over text. As if you hadn’t just referred to him as daddy. Your knee bounced up and down involuntarily, your nervous energy having nowhere else to direct itself. It felt like ages before he responded on the other end of the line.

“Tell me what you just told me over text.” 

You felt your ears grow even hotter at his command. His tone was raspy and hushed. He sounded needy . You had never heard his voice like this before. The sound of it only made you feel even more aroused than you already were, combined with his commanding timbre. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought he was trying not to be discovered, somewhere. Had he stepped out of the meeting just to call you for this? You twisted your thighs together, squirming.

The thought of following through with his command flooded you with even more embarrassment than you already felt. Over text was one thing, but over the phone? You had hardly had the guts to send it, let alone say it out loud. Your mouth suddenly felt even more dry. Your tongue flicked out in an attempt to wet your lips, with little success.

“I..”

You attempted to start, but you lost steam. You took a shaky breath. Sylus was quiet on the other end of the line. Clearly waiting for you to continue. It was if you could feel his gaze on you, without even being with you here. If Sylus wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it. You began again.

“I said I…that I’d rather have your cock inside me, daddy.” You couldn’t help but emphasize the last word, just a little. He seemed like he was into it, after all. Your own voice sounded foreign to your ears. 

“Fuck. ” Came the growl of a response. It was rare to hear Sylus curse – and something about you eliciting that response from him was incredibly sexy. You felt your core pulse in response to just one word from him. You heard the sound of metal jingling –  what you thought sounded like him struggling with his belt. 

Did he go to the bathroom or something to get himself off on the phone with you?

You swallowed dryly. Sylus’s voice came to you again. 

“You have no idea what you do to me, princess. My pretty girl. If I was there right now, I’d be fucking you so hard that you’d forget your own name.” 

You heard fabric rustling, and the sound of wet skin on skin. He was definitely jerking off to this. He had referred to you as his . You desperately resisted the urge to get yourself off at the same time – you wanted to enjoy him losing his composure over you, just this once. It was rare for him to lose face in front of you – let alone show you a side of him like this. You pressed your ear against the speaker harder, trying to catch more of his noises. He continued speaking. 

“And you’re wearing my shirt. I just know you’d feel so fucking tight around my cock. I’ve wanted to take you for so long, baby. But I’ve held back. Fuck .”

Your panties were completely soaked, now. You opted to remove them entirely, discarding them thoughtlessly over the edge of the couch, exposing yourself to the cool night air. You thought about Sylus touching himself to the thought of you. To the thought of being inside of you. How he might feel inside of you. Stretching you to your very limits. You suddenly felt very, very empty without him filling you up.

“You can fuck me the next time you come over. I want you to. Really badly.” You blurted, voice barely above a whisper. It sounded incredibly loud to you in the stillness of your apartment. It hadn’t been at all what you intended to say – despite the insanity of the situation, you were worried offering yourself up to him so soon would somehow still put him off of it. But it was what you wanted. You couldn’t help but be honest when he was like this.

“Shi–iit,” He breathed.

“I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart. And you’re gonna take all of my cum inside, do you understand? You’re going to be so good and take it all for me.” 

You could tell he was already getting close. The wet, lewd sound on the other end of the line had increased its tempo, and he was breathing so hard you swore you could almost feel his hot breath in your ear as if he were already on top of you, inside of you. You clenched around nothing for what felt like the umpteenth time that night. You had no idea you could want someone this much.

“You can cum inside me, daddy. I’ll take it all, okay? As...as many times as you want.” You had begun to feel more confident now, emboldened by Sylus’s response to your words. You didn’t know you could have such a strong effect on him. Despite your nervousness, you began to feel the beginnings of anticipation for when he would actually fuck you.

“Fuck. Fu-uuck . Gonna cum, baby. Holy shit. ” His orgasm was nearly silent except for his words and the intensity of his breath. You wondered if he was always quiet, or if it was just because he was getting off to the sound of your voice in a public place that he shouldn’t be. You squirmed, your own unresolved arousal now leaking onto your thighs. You wiped at it half heartedly. You could hear Sylus panting, trying to collect himself. Righting his pants and belt after cleaning himself off quickly. You listened intently to these sounds. He had cum so quickly to you that you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.

His voice came to you again, still sounding a bit wrecked.

“If I could, I’d come there right now and take care of you. I’m going to come and see you tomorrow. As soon as I can. Wait for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his insistence. He was trying to reassure you, you realized. He wouldn’t just disappear back into his world like nothing had just happened between you. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a bird that longed to go to him from its cage. 

“Okay. I’ll be waiting. Sorry for interrupting your meeting.” Not that you were actually sorry. Still, it was only right to apologize.

Sylus snorted in response.

“You’re much more important than these fools. But I do have to get back to them eventually, unfortunately. I’m sure they’re wondering where I’ve gone. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can.” 

Butterflies flitted about in your stomach. Sylus referring to your importance in his life always made your insides twist up in all different directions. You wanted to be filled up with him in more ways than one.

“Okay. Talk to you soon. Bye, Sylus.” 

“Goodnight, little dove.”

You hung up the line. The air suddenly felt very empty without the sound of Sylus panting in your ear, and the cold began to creep back into your bones. Despite him never having actually been with you physically during the call, he had certainly managed to warm you up. You padded quickly back into your bedroom and buried yourself into the plush blankets of your bed. You thought about getting off – but Sylus’s words came to you.

Wait for me.

You knew that Sylus was a man of his word. He had never fallen back on a promise to you, and you knew tomorrow would be no different. It would be better if you held off. The anticipation made it that much more intense. You elected to finally find your way to sleep, your last thoughts conjuring images of all the ways Sylus would find to bend and fold you over for his own pleasure.

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Abysswalker Rafayel would have never thought a princess could be so dirty.

NSFW. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE!

Summary: You get your shit wrecked by Abysswalker Rafayel in a busy pub. 😘

The walls are shabby, the sound of instruments clashing with chatters spread throughout the calm of the night. As per your odd request, Rafayel took you exploring the dark parts of the old town, passing by groups of men who reek of smoke, loud banters in the corners of the street—everything in that part was unpleasant to see. Of course, as a princess, it was weird enough to request such vision, let alone ask an assassin for some drinks.

The pub was just as busy as it is, the life of it was the night where all of them gathered. You knew it was a bad idea, but you wanted Rafayel's viewpoint of everything he has ever seen and lived with. The people weren't exactly bad, scary, yes, but none didn't seem to throw a punch.

After all, your skin was fair and soft, no man would want to destroy something as fragile as you.

Not until Rafayel eyes you in your fake drunken state. Your easily flushed skin was enough to put on a show, but it wasn't enough to convince him. Playing along with your request to be taken somewhere silent and away from the sheer loudness of the pub's joy, he drags you to an empty room of the establishment.

It was dark, you could hear the outside from there, seeping through its crevices and holes. But it didn't matter. Because all you ever hear now is the metal of Rafayel's clothes, clanking and clashing against his fabric in an attempt to lose them all. But he does it so painfully slow that you just couldn't help but whimper.

He's in between your soft, supple thighs, his cock hard and poked you everytime he moved.

"Raf.." You whisper weakly, and he doesn't say anything. He smirks. Underneath the moonlight, you could see him be darker than the night, his purple orbs glowing in an immeasurable desire.

"What?" He responds blankly, yet his eyes show a different, deeper degree of wanting.

"Need you.." You grind your hips against him, urging him to take care of your growing need.

Rafayel laughs before removing the last piece of your clothes. He forced your legs open, his fingers diving into your wet folds in a slow manner.

"Look at you. Is this how a princess should act?" Rafayel leans into you, whispering into your ears, his clothes still wrapped against his body.

You buck your hips forward and shook your head.

"You're so shameless, aren't you, princess?" Then inserted a finger inside you. Your wetness was uncontrollably flowing, making it easier for him to access your warmth. Rafayel smirked at the feeling of your pussy enveloping his finger.

"A-Ah.. Raf.." You gasp. The way you called his name made him go faster, the sound of your slick squelching everytime his finger rammed into you made him harder and harder. His pants were already annoying him.

Your back arched, with your breasts on full view, Rafayel sucked onto your hardened nipples, making you moan louder. As you cry, you put your hand over your mouth, making sure to keep your volume down.

But Rafayel didn't like that.

He took his finger out and parted from your breast, making you whine in need and sudden emptiness. "Louder."

"They'll hear—"

"So, now you give a damn about being fucked in a public place?"

Rafayel chuckles, obviously amused with your choices. His finger grazes against your folds once more, lining and tapping your clit.

"Louder, princess. Or I'll stop."

Rafayel inserts two fingers, his mouth sucking your other breast, making sure both gets enough attention to stimulate you. You squirm, the feeling of him overwhelming you with pleasure was foreign.

"Raf! F-Fuck.. Too rough!" You scream, this time it was loud enough for the whole establishment to stay silent for awhile. Rafayel smiled at that. His eyes becoming more obvious with his lust.

"Too rough? Do you want me to stop?" Rafayel slowly pumps his fingers into you before you frantically shake your head.

"N-No.."

"Gonn' make you cum then, you want that, don't you?" Rafayel mutters with your nipple in his mouth.

"Yes," You breathe in sharply, "Fuck—Raf.. S'good.." You almost drool at the pleasure he was giving you, his fingers curling and reaching you in spots you never known you had. Pleasure began to build in your stomach, preparing for release. Rafayel could feel your pussy push his fingers back, coating them both with evidence of your pleasure.

You propped an elbow, your skin and breasts coated in bite marks and hickeys glistening from his saliva. But before you could even take a break, Rafayel lightly wraps his hand around your neck, pressing you back down on the table with the tip of his dick, leaking in pre-cum and grinding against your inner thighs.

"You think we're done here?" You could practically hear the smirk in his question.

"But I just—"

"Oh, can't the fragile little princess handle some dick now?"

"Can't I rest first—fuck!"

Rafayel slips right in you, burying himself deep inside. His cock relishing your wetness and how tight you were, all so welcoming for him.

"Thought you'd be brave enough to handle me after that little act of yours earlier? Where's your boldness now, huh?"

Rafayel pressed himself in you deeper, his stomach pressing against the bulge in you, his cock digging and reaching you deeper than his long fingers did.

"Mmf—Raf," Every bit of your words were slurred into complete incoherence, you gradually lost your mind as Rafayel pounded in you. He hooked one of your legs up to fuck you deeper, his thrusts slow and teasing as he savored your reactions everytime his skin clashed against yours.

"Bet you've never had this before. Royal cock bores you, huh?"

You barely form a word, your mouth finding nothing but hisses and whimpers. He grips your face, it was soft, but rough at the same time. "Say it, princess. Tell me this is the greatest fuck you've ever had in your sad, uneventful, princess life."

"S'so good.. Raf. You're fucking me s-so good!"

Rafayel thrusted in you faster, grunting every single time he goes in and out. His teeth nip your skin, biting, nibbling, doing everything to taste you. Your skin was warm, so sweet, and soft. So irresistible to him that his mouth cannot stay away from you.

The wood creaks, shadows began passing by the minimal light that seeped through the door, chatters, regular banters spreading in the air. Rafayel smirks, "Oh, look. They're probably coming this way. You wanna put on a show, princess? Wanna show them that I'm fucking you this good?"

You shake your head as you tried to keep your own voice down, but Rafayel. God, he just tests you. He fucks you faster, covering your mouth with that smug smirk on his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from how good it was, tears beginning to form in your eyes as the sound of your wetness and his cock slamming deep inside you was the only harmony that filled the night.

Your cries of pleasure were muffled, Rafayel enjoyed with the way your mouth salivates onto his palm. As the shadows disappear, Rafayel moves his hand away, letting your cries spread through the ceiling and its thin walls.

Rafayel, as the freak he is, rubs your clit to overstimulate you.

"D-Don't—fuck!"

The pleasure he was giving you was out of this world. As a princess, you've also had your share of sexual partners for pleasure, to satisfy your needs as a woman, but not one experience seemed to be interesting enough to remember.

"Can I cum in you, princess? Want to fill you up so bad."

"Fuck, yes please. Cum inside me, Raf."

You could feel your legs shake as his thrusts went from sloppy to sloppier, lazier, his body pressing against your torso as he finally cums inside you. His seed warm, trickling onto your inner thighs as he pulled out.

"How dirty." Rafayel smirks as he catches his breath, his finger glided across your cum-slicked folds then brought it to your lips. "Open up, princess. Have a taste."

You oblige as the princess you were to him, sucking his finger clean.

"Good girl." Rafayel began to lean into you, kissing you lightly everywhere. "Such a good princess. All for me." With your chest rising, heaving, trying to get air and energy from what had transpired, you held him, smelling your scent around him with a touch of rum.

The night passed by gently, the moonlight illuminating your sweat-coated bodies, panting in the sheer light that seeped through. You thought that Rafayel had simply killed you like this. Both on the edge of an old table, in a scruffy extension that was most likely abandoned at this point. And you would die a second time if it meant having him do you like this.

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The thing about SYLUS is that he sees everything.

NSFW. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE!

Summary: You and Sylus traumatize an innocent bird.

It was unfortunate that Sylus was going to be for a week or two, possibly reaching to three when business doesn't work out exactly as he had expected it to be. And when his absence began to sink in, you started to ache for him. His text messages to you began to lessen in amounts, and inconsistent times of delivering, you began to miss him. His touch, his scent, his voice—no matter how many times you denied it to his face, you'll miss him, you'll constantly come to a point of yearning.

Staying in his room alone felt lonelier, you wonder if he really enjoyed his solitude or if he really just didn't have a choice. You began to roam around, his space was almost palatial; the well-carved marble sitting right below your fingertips, his shelves perfectly dusted, the notion of him cleaning somehow amused you. The image of him began to linger in your mind longer than you wanted, making your skin tingle in emptiness and need.

You sighed, after all, that's the only thing you could do.

The moment you saw Sylus' bed with nothing but his black polo, you climbed onto his bed, his velvet sheets rustling as you nestled into his cloth. Sylus left it there on purpose, knowing that his home was always open to welcome you whenever you'd like.

You missed him so dearly, you knew he wouldn't be gone for long, but your schedules often misaligned with him. All you guys get were quick kisses, and nothing inherently or deeply affectionate. This made his leave more outstretched, like you hadn't seen him for so long even though you had kissed him good bye before boarding his private jet yesterday.

You wanted to text him, but your hands immediately dropped your phone to groan in utter frustration.

Stupid. You thought. Sylus will be back soon anyway, why would you even mope around like he won't come back to you?

Feeling silly, you shook your head and let your head press gently onto the pillow. With the comfort of his clothing, you found yourself sinking in it, his polo was way larger on you, practically turning into a blanket. You giggled, remembering the lazy mornings when you spent the night with him by being intimate.

You missed that, too.

You missed his touches. The way his hand glided on your stomach, the times he'd kneel to devour you, his palms touching you, reaching places you've never explored yourself. Sylus really knew your spots and how to make you feel good.

Each time you remember his face, it ignites a familiar fire in you. All your butterflies burning in your stomach that it eventually sparks a flame in your chest and everywhere that has skin. Your hands instinctively began unbuttoning your own shirt, sliding it ever-so-gently inside to fondle your soft, supple breast. You flicked your own nipples, playing with yourself with no mind if anyone heard you.

For some reason, you thought it was stupid and dirty, but your body says otherwise. Remembering him filled you with so much need and desire that needed tending, so you did. His cologne passed by your nose like a swift breeze, making images of him more vivid.

In a matter of seconds, all your clothes were off, all over the floor, leaving nothing but you and his polo. You snaked your arms in it, showing nothing but your bare breasts and your pussy that was overly wet, your thighs leaking with warmth and slick.

Your fingers made their way down, gently rubbing yourself with your free hand groping your own breast. In a short breath, you moan, "Sylus."

Your voice was sweet, and almost hushed. It weakened you, but you wanted more. More and more of him.

You began to pick up your own pace, breath hitching as you continued. You arched your back, squirming slightly.

"Sylus, oh god, Sy.." You bit your lip, mouth ajar with nothing but tongue, teeth, and Sylus' name on repeat.

Unbeknownst to you and your time for pleasure, Sylus had left Mephisto to watch over you.

Sylus was shameless when it came to you. During one of the meetings, he pulled out his phone as the presenters continuously bored him with their deals. Spotting the live footage of you having the time of your life, his emotionless expression was replaced by a mischievous smirk.

"So, I think the market will work better with this product. I— should we continue, Mr. Sylus?" The presenter's voice came into clarity, Sylus' head poking up to view them.

"Oh, please. Do continue." Sylus said with much poise, but his hard-on was getting difficult to work with. "As a matter of fact, let's take a break. I'll give you more time to persuade me as your proposal clearly just bored me."

The presenters fell silent, but nodded profusely to his words. In a matter of seconds, the meeting room was clean, and Sylus was left all alone to have fun with his time with you.

You were getting too deep in your own pleasure, your pace began to pick up faster and faster until the silence was filled with unholy squelching and your soft, sweet moans.

Sylus scoffed, his pants began to feel tighter and more annoying to wear. Finally, he tapped the call button on his phone as your phone rang right next to you.

Under a haze, you pick up the phone, trying to keep your voice steady. "Hello?" Breathy. Shaky. That's what he wanted to hear.

Sylus chuckles, "Did you really think I have no idea what you're up to right now?"

You stopped, immediately knowing he sent Mephisto, but not knowing where he was stationed. You begin to search the room, sitting upright and felt more conscious about what was happening.

"You're like a lost kitten," Sylus lets out a breathy laugh, his palm was placed onto his cock, gently rubbing himself through fabric. "Don't mind me, kitten. I'm just enjoying the show."

You couldn't help but furrow your brows, "You're spying on me?" You knew it was his natural instinct to do so, but you asked nonetheless.

"When did I ever stop?" You could hear him groan as he applied pressure onto his own hand, making you widen your eyes at the sound of him. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and spread your legs wide for me, yeah?"

As much as you wanted to curse at him, you wanted him, and you weren't finished. So, in response to his demand, you did what he told you to. Your finger began to pump inside you, a gasp coming out of your lips as Sylus smirked in your pleasure.

"Why don't you add another one for me, hm?" You could hear the metal of his belt unbuckling, making you imagine the things you'd usually do.

You obliged, adding another finger in. You arched your back, slightly squirming at the feeling.

"Did that feel good, sweetie?" Sylus asked, his background fell silent as his lengthy cock sprung right out, leaking in pre-cum. You nod, soft whimpers coming out of your mouth, and that made him stroke his shaft slowly.

"Go faster for me, love." Sylus whispered, making you pick up the pace. He could practically hear your wetness through the phone audio, making him throw his head back as he pleasured himself.

"Good girl." Sylus growled. "You're so beautiful, baby." He whispered a ton of other compliments that made you shudder in pleasure and appreciation, squirming, your tits bounced before him as his eyes grew darker in need.

"Were you thinking about me, kitten?" Sylus asked, his strokes were slow, remembering how you did it for him. You nod, and he chuckles. "What were you thinking about?"

You let out a muffled moan, a whimper even, "S-Sylus.. feels s'good.." You were increasing in incoherence, making Sylus chuckle darkly in amusement.

"Come on, baby. Use your words for me." You could hear him pump his cock at the sight of you, turning you on, and pushing you to the edge.

"I-I can't stop thinking about you f-fucking me.." You admit, feeling dirty this way, yet loving every bit of your filthiness you shared with him. "I want you, Sy. Wan' you and your dick.."

The nickname you gave him made him more needy, blazing in desire.

"Oh, yeah? Is that it, kitten? You want me to fuck you hard until you're a pathetic mess?" Sylus teased, making you nod again and again.

"You're so pretty playing with yourself like this, kitten. So needy for me." Sylus whispered, "Want me to cum in you, darling?"

Another nod.

"You have a mouth, don't you? I'm not telling you shut up now, did I?"

You could barely form anything coherent, but Sylus was testing you. "Sylus.. Fuck.. I need you in me. I want to feel you.."

Sylus smirked, enjoying the view as he began to pick up his own pace. The sound of hip fapping in the background was the only thing you could hear by now, making you immensely turned on and driven insane by the dirtiness that was currently happening.

"I want you to cum in me, Sy.. I missed being filled up with cum, Sylus.." You moan, almost begging with your fingers going faster and faster. Sylus groaned in return, the live video of you showered him with so much desire.

"You wanna be a slut for me, huh?" Sylus chuckled, you nod again, squirming in your position. "Fuck, yes. I'm your whore, Sy."

With a short breath, you pleaded, "Let me see you, Sy. Please, let me see—ah.." You arched your back, squirming at your own pleasure's build-up. "Please.."

Sylus chuckled at your begging, your desperation to see him. Without hesitation and fear of being walked on, he tapped the voice call into the video call option. His cock was on your screen, hard, and veiny.

"You want this, kitten?" Sylus asked, pumping his cock fast for you to see. "Yes, Sy. Fuck.. Can't wait f'you to get home.."

Sylus couldn't tease himself any longer, pumping his length to pleasure himself more and more. You moan, watching him in delight.

"So pretty, love.." He whispered, his breaths were shaky and deep. Sylus could see you reaching your high, then immediately he demanded. "Take your fingers out, baby."

Sylus could sense the confusion in your hum, "Let's cum together. Can you hold a little longer without touching yourself?" It was almost like a challenge. You whimper, almost crying.

Sylus' cock was hard, almost reaching his breaking point as he pumped as fast as he wanted to. "You wanna touch yourself so bad, huh?"

"Please, Sy. Let me cum." You begged, feeling the soft air surround you and nothing but throbbing.

Sylus chuckled deeply, his thumb circling onto his tip. Then, his hand dropped onto his shaft once more, pumping it up and down to reach his high.

"Go on, darling. Touch yourself for me."

You obliged almost immediately and with desperation for release. The way your hips met your fingers made Sylus insane with each moment passing by, yet he kept his cool, watching you as his strokes began to get faster and faster.

"Cum for me, baby." Sylus moaned. His low, deep moan accompanied with a grunt was enough to set you in complete wildfires. "Cum with me. Show me how dirty you are." With a sharp gasp and a string of profanities, your thighs bounced as they quivered, Sylus' hot-white strings of arousal splattered from his finger to his hand whole.

"Shit.. How beautiful.." He commented, admiring each and every bit of your curves as you tried catching your breath, unable to say or process anything as of the moment.

"If you do more of this, darling," There was a shuffling sound behind the camera as he switches it from back, to the front, "I might have to come home earlier than expected."

The only thing you did was giggle, nodding in excitement with a rosy blush spreading across your face.

"Miss me that bad, huh?"

"Yeah, I do." You admitted and Sylus seemed to take pride in that. "Might even go for another one."

"Naughty kitten." Sylus' laugh was melodic, his voice was low and thick like honey. He bit his lip as he could see your hand crawling down to your sensitive area once more, your legs squirming from the sudden sensation as you haven't really gotten your strength from the first release. You could practically see the darkness pooling in Sylus' eyes.

"Go on, put on another show for me."

[centoru]

Currently thinking about college heartthrob Gojo Satoru who’s actually a loser, a geek, and an inexperienced guy who just happened to be popular...

The thing is, you didn't know how you ended up in this situation. It was common for you and your group of friends go out to unwind, but it was rare to go out during midterm week — most especially to a party.

You were practically dragged into this mess, and got dragged into a bigger mess when you were put in a pit for gossip. You were stuck in a storage room, a little roomy for an empty dorm storage, nonetheless, still a storage room.

Satoru, the most popular guy at university was on the other side. His face was buried on the wall, his arms tangled into each other as if he was keeping an obvious distance. You, on the other hand, was confused, but also thankful that he wasn't initiating anything considering how bad your night was going.

The silence was overwhelming, almost defeaning at that point. If it weren't for the faint vibrations and sounds of the house music, you would have clogged ears by now. Suddenly, Satoru looks at you, the dim lights of the storage room illuminating his face, his eyelashes creating shadows on his pinkish cheeks.

"So.." He tries to say and even tries to face you, but he doesn't do it completely. You prayed that society will eventually move on from this seven minutes in heaven bullshit and do things that were actually fun. The two of you were now staring at each other, awkward, you raise your brows at his first word to you. Satoru gulps.

"Are you okay?" Seeing how Satoru was acting different to what he had been showing — and what you expected him to act — those were the first few words you decided to go with in your exchange.

"Yeah.." Satoru replied. Awkward.

He tried looking at you, but he just couldn't without a little blush appearing on his face. Was he embarrassed? Regardless of what he felt or what he thought of, it was odd that Satoru was not his usual teasing, cocky, and arrogant self.

"What happened to you?" You ask, making him shoot a slight glimpse of you. "You're so awkward, that's so unlike you." You say. Well, you don't truly know him to a personal extent, but you've paired with him in one of your classes. The way he acted then was far different to what you're seeing.

"Hah, I am?" Satoru began to gain his composure and act similar to what he's shown, but still, his awkwardness and nervousness seem to slip way too evidently.

"Yes, you are." It was starting to get entertaining how nervous he was getting. The way he avoided eye contact was amusing, he tried to do it calmly and coolly. This gave you the upper hand, and you had the sudden idea to tease him back.

You take a few steps forward, your face lining up to his chest-level as you looked up at him. This prompted him to look down at you, then flick his head elsewhere while trying to keep a nonchalant expression.

"Are you nervous?" You ask him with your voice going a little low, almost like a whisper. You don't receive anything on his end but a sigh and a shake of his head to deny. His growing blush and inability to keep eye contact says otherwise.

"Do I make you nervous?" At this point, you were practically purring, and he could feel you by his neck.

With no response but obvious struggle, you laugh and retreat, creating a breathable distance for him. "You've never really had experiences with women, have you?" You tease him. It wasn't necessarily bad, but the rumors about him having a lot of sex on the daily was untrue, solidified by the moment you both shared.

"Yeah.." Satoru rubbed his nape. This made you raise your brows from surprise. You didn't really expect him to admit it. Satoru looked at you, your surprise never leaving your face as he chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah, no, just rumors." Satoru followed again, his gaze lowered to his feet. "I.. I'm scared, honestly."

"Of women?"

"I don't know.. Partners? Romance? I've never really... tried."

"With that face? Why not?"

"I just.. really didn't know how or had the courage and enough interest to try. I'm just an annoying guy, that's all."

Satoru now looked at you, you looked at him, both of you fell silent at the news. It was a shock factor, yes, but it's really not that big of a deal. If anyone else found out, he'd probably be called out for lying about his experiences when all of it were just rumors he was too passive about.

You shrugged it off, chuckling a bit, making Satoru at ease. His muscles were evidently less tense, making him relax around you.

"So.." You began. "Not even a kiss?"

"I did, yeah. Just a peck. And that was back in high school. Oh, one during freshmen year, I think. I don't remember much of it."

"No way. Are you serious? Your reputation is mostly you being a playboy, but like, I knew you because you were annoying."

Satoru laughed at that, his whole self being more and more comfortable in your presence.

"You have more experiences in kissing, right?" Satoru asked, his gaze fixated on you. Weirdly enough, this was the only time he had kept eye contact. It wasn't intense, but it was enough to make you think.

"I guess, yeah. Why?"

"I don't know," Satoru's eyes dropped again, his ears obviously painting a deeper shade of red. He put his hand to his mouth, whispering, "Maybe you could add my experiences."

This shy, tall, loser, unlocked something in you. Like an unknown interest and fire for something like this. The way he was hovering above you, his muscular physique creating shadows on you, yet is ultimately powerless. And now, he's asking for a kiss?

"You.. want me to kiss you?"

Satoru nodded slowly, awkwardly, almost non-existent, but couldn't, yet again, face you. He harshly heaves a breath, "That was stupid. Please forget I said anything."

"No," You say, catching him off-guard. "I haven't heard a response. Was it a yes or no?"

At this point, Satoru had caught on to you, the tension in the storage room was beginning to build up quite intensely. It was beginning to be hotter, and hotter, the distance closing, your tones were hushed, whispering against each other's lips and skin grazing ever-so-gently.

"Is it okay..?" He grips onto your waist with so much desperation, his eyes only reflecting you. "Do you want it?" You ask.

"But is it—"

"Do you want it, Satoru?"

Satoru fell silent, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down for a gulp to treat his scorched throat.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Satoru?"

"I want you."

With that, he closed the distance. His lips were latched onto yours, a heated make-out session was something you weren't expecting for tonight, most especially, from a very desperate, inexperienced Gojo Satoru.

His kisses were sloppy, yet he began picking himself up from his desperation. He drank you in like this wasn't his first time making out with someone, tasting him and his soft whimpers everytime you grazed onto the bulge on his pants. Your hand couldn't stay still and began travelling down to his crotch, palming him. You could feel him grow harder and harder, his hips rocking forward to pleasure himself more.

Satoru moaned loudly into your mouth, causing you to part momentarily, "Is this okay?" His eyes still closed, bottom lip grazing on your top lip with his mouth slightly agape.

"F-feels good.." Satoru moaned, he groaned everytime your hand went up and down, circling on his tip. "Shit, a-ah.."

You two began to kiss again, mouths with mutual fires and equal desperation, tongues dancing and battling against each other, teeth clashing — nothing in the space but the dirty echoes of your lips against each other.

Satoru took you by your wrist, placing it on the waistband of his pants. The way he reached for your wrist was practically him begging to be touched more, to be touched bare, and you wanted to. Desperately so.

You began to play with it, pressing a finger onto his waist, drawing and tracing sloppy lines, then suddenly..

"Time's up, guys!" A loud voice came from outside, causing you both to hastily peel yourselves off each other. Both your hairs were all ruffled, lips swollen, your wrist, arms, and waist had red marks from the way Satoru held you close to him. You didn't even notice how tight he held you throughout it.

The door opened, the lights from outside practically burning both your eyes. Your friends and his friends began snickering, smirking, you then faced Satoru, he was like in a daze. His lips were decorated with the smudges of your lipstick and he didn't even dare wipe it off, little bits of it were glossed from your saliva. He wore it like a medal, like pride.

"Wow, looks like you two had the best time." Suguru chuckled, teasing Satoru who seemed to be blinking, then slowly gaining composure, eyes adjusting to the sudden light.

Your friends looked at you, laughing, but also felt proud with the way you had Satoru acting like that. As the group bursted into a fit of laughter, you looked at Satoru with dissatisfaction. Satoru stole a kiss on your lips when the group began walking forward, leaving you two at the door of the storage room to sit by the patio and socialize with other people at the party.

You looked at him surprised, "Round two later?" He whispered before pointing at his crotch with his eyes. He chuckled a little when you spotted his bulge that didn't disappear, he didn't even have the shame to hide it, at least to you. "You still have something to finish after all."

[centoru]

A threesome with Satoru and Suguru would really be simple. Right?

Being sandwiched between two men who had opposite ways in fucking wasn't as simple as you thought it was.

Suguru was gentle with you, he played with you, teased you, talked you through it — and his best friend, Satoru, stimulated you beyond your limits.

Satoru hungrily feasted on your skin, leaving red and purplish marks on your nipples and the underside of your breasts, marking you against Suguru's liking. He clicked his tongue at the sight of you covered in sweat and Satoru's saliva, disliking that Satoru got to claim you first.

Prior to all this, they both agreed not to give you hickeys, at least not visible ones. Satoru followed your request nonetheless, but Suguru was jealous of it. So, in response to all this, he kissed you, drank you in, made you moan inside his mouth, and all this made Satoru boil in envy as he had only taken a taste of your sweet, supple breasts instead of your lips first.

They bickered over you, who should go first, who'd pleasure you best. They were cocky, had volumes of arrogance that could only mirror each other. They fought whoever could make you cum first, but then came to a random conclusion that Satoru could take a taste of your pussy first as your mouth was being unnoticed.

Satoru positioned his face between your legs and Suguru put your head on his chest, he'd force you to face him while Satoru ate you out. Satoru would kiss your inner thighs to earn a shiver from you, then slowly lick your folds. He played with your clit by flicking his tongue on it before finally using his mouth to suck and lick your wetness.

Satoru was definitely the type to enjoy a good feast.

You covered his face in slick and he loved it, he'll want more of it. Everytime you threw your head back, face someplace else — both in pleasure and shyness — he'd cup your face and make you stare at Satoru who would be staring right at you the whole time.

"Look at him," Suguru whispered, your cheeks filled with drool. "I'm going to make you feel so much better than that, doll."

Suguru played with your nipples and kissed you. Your tongues dancing with each other, and Satoru dug his tongue deeper in you, making you moan in Suguru's mouth so he wouldn't be able to kiss you properly. Satoru wanted your attention on him as he ate you out.

You came all over Satoru's mouth as he pulled his pants down. His exposed shaft slowly rubbed against your wet pussy, sensitive from getting eaten out. Suguru wanted to go first, wanting to desperately feel your pussy around his cock, but the way you changed position to give him some attention as well, crawling to his dick that would already be sprung up, was simply enough to make all his protests disappear.

Satoru rubbed onto you first, earning a jolt from you and delayed your approaching touch to Suguru's length. Suguru glared at the already smirking Satoru who was lining his tip on your entrance.

Suguru's cock was thick. While Satoru's was long.

You spat on his cock, slowly letting your mouth wet his entirety. Suguru gasped at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his dick. Satoru entered you then, making you moan with Suguru's cock inside your mouth.

"Fuck, she feels wonderful." Satoru groaned, but Suguru was just focused in feeling your mouth around him.

Suguru grabbed a handful of your hair just to let you do your work properly, but Satoru fucked you hard to let some of your strands fall to your face.

Satoru pounded into you hard so you won't be able to pleasure Suguru properly, so you peeled yourself off from him and have your face buried against the pillow.

"You asshole, she won't be able to suck me off if you're fucking her that hard." Suguru glared at Satoru's greed, and he only scoffed while hitting your good spots with the way you moaned out loud.

"Not my problem." Satoru said as he rammed in you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching as he toyed with your insides began filling the room. You tried to suck Suguru off, but ended up kissing his tip and his shaft from how hard Satoru fucked you. Satoru smiled at this sight, to see Suguru utterly frustrated from being too turned on, yet incapable to do anything about it.

So, he watched you instead and your reactions, then jerked off in front of you. This awakened something in you, your sight only filled by the image of Suguru pleasuring himself as he looked at you. Your eyes directed to Suguru's fist wrapped around his cock as he watched you get fucked good, his expressions pleasuring you as Satoru went in and out of you.

"Oh—god, T-Toru!" You buried your face again in the pillows, screaming his nickname on the top of your lungs.

"F-Fuck.. Suguru.." You moaned even though Satoru was inside you. Suguru smirked, and Satoru drilled into you harsher, smacking your ass until your skin was red from it.

Satoru felt like a winner again.

With the way you moaned his nickname, it was enough to make him cum. He pulled out, flipped you over so you'd be lying down on your back, then came all over your stomach. Suguru did the same and came all over your boobs, your nipples swollen, your chest covered with a clash of hickeys they both put on you.

Then, they switched places after you finish catching your breath. Satoru was unwilling, but as he was pushed, he did what he was forced to. Satoru's cock with the remains of your slick and his cum, got his thumb pressed on his tip and spread it before poking it on your lips. He glossed your lips with the mixture of your wetness and his cum before you opened your mouth for him.

He pushed it in slowly, hitting the back of your throat as you let him throatfuck you. Suguru envied this scene as he slowly entered you. You squirmed from this, Satoru was forced to pull out to let you breathe.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed. Suguru being thick made you shiver from the first entry.

"You like that, baby?" He asked, you nodded then theew your head back again to welcome Satoru's dick in your throat. Suguru acted all cocky, smirking at Satoru who was glaring at him.

Suguru fucked you both fast and slow, he'd grab any chance to tease you and make you rock your hips forward. Satoru definitely found the scene annoying and would fuck your throat until you have no other focus but his cock.

They both went in and out of you in such a pace and you went crazy with how Satoru pinched and played with your nipples. Suguru rubbed your clit as he hit your sensitive spots in competition. Satoru with little mercy in him, pulled out and let you use your hand instead. You'd try though, but Suguru was fucking you too good.

So, he lined his cock in between your boobs and completely blocked Suguru from your view. Suguru groaned out of sheer irritation, but your pussy was just too good to not fuck harder.

Satoru fucked your breasts, your boobs jiggling with Suguru's thrusts and he'd only have to hold them in place. Satoru could feel himself close as sweat trickled from his forehead down to his lean body, his cock then began spurting his warm seed on your chest. He jerked it off to release more on your face, painting your pretty features with his cum.

Suguru felt jealous of this, but as Satoru removed himself on top of you and revealed your face — pretty as ever despite being completely undone — he fucked you harder. Strings of profanities began uncontrollably leaving youe mouth, letting his name clash endlessly with it. You felt him twitch inside you, the familiar knot in your stomach coming to a close as he finally released inside you, and you came all over his cock.

Suguru felt like a winner this time as he was able to cum inside of you. Satoru glared at him, yet still felt satisfied when he gazed on your cum-coated face. With all the hickeys, the cum on your body and some dripping from inside you, they stood proud as they'd be the best you'll ever had and have.

"You're amazing." Suguru said, soft like a whisper, panting as he plopped down the empty space next to you. "Such a good girl." Satoru followed then began to search for something to clean you up with.

Oh, and don't worry, they'd be good at taking care of you, too.

Both of them lost and won in different ways. They'd both be pleasured and displeased, but would always come to a conclusion that you'd always be so good at taking both of them.

[centoru]

Geto Suguru is definitely the type to enjoy morning intimacy. More specifically, pleasuring you.

Sleeping with a tank top and your panties on was definitely a way to make him all worked up in the morning.

Suguru would drape the weight of his arms over you as the big spoon. You'd chuckle and greet him a good morning as he would shower you with light kisses with his eyes still closed, spreading from your forehead to the back of your head.

It would all be so tender and warm, until his hand would begin to caress your skin and have a mind of its own. His hand would stroke your skin, squeezing your exposed side of the waist lightly. He would play with the hem of your top as you two exchanged looks, smiling ever-so-warmly as you were both greeted with views of each other. And he would find your face so hard to look at, most especially when the tent in his boxers is beginning to poke you from behind.

You'd raise a brow at him, and he'd only kiss you, inhaling your scent as he'd continue littering kisses from your nape to your spine. He would go back to caressing you, your skin, and sneakily slip his hand into your braless torso. He'd slowly reach up to your chest, slowly trailing down your stomach with two fingers, then trail it back up until he stops onto the underside of your breast. He'd gently cup it, then fondle your breast to earn a gasp from you, he'd play with your sensitive nipple just to hear a soft whimper from you. Even after all this, you dare not to push his hand the slightest.

Suguru would take hints from your reactions and responses to his touch. He'd enjoy every bit of it—well, considering how hard he was getting and that you could practically feel him smile against your skin, he would absolutely find pleasure in it.

Suguru would slowly trace lines on your skin as he searches for the fabric of your underwear. You'd shift your position into something more comfortable, and Suguru would take it as a chance to kiss you deeper.

He would dive into your mouth, angling his face to drink you in better. Suguru would reach for the thin waistband of your panties, he'd play with it by sliding a finger on your hip, then exit when you'd gasp against his mouth.

He'd chuckle every time he earns another reaction, making it difficult for you not to beg to be touched already. As you'd pool under there with desire, your mouth slightly ajar, your eyes filled with so much want, Suguru's lips would form a small smirk.

He'd rub you gently through the thin fabric of your panties which would instantly make your hips buck forward for more friction. He'd find it amusing how pathetic you've become for a touch, but he doesn't blame you for it.

He'd rub you in a circular motion first, teasingly and agonizingly slow, waiting for more sharp thrust of your hips out of pure desperation. He'd find it entertaining when you'd press his hand down with yours, and he'd definitely mock you for being so needy in the morning when he's the one all worked up.

"More," You'd say, you'd beg, Suguru would only chuckle. He'd lift his hand, retreating it until you'd whine from frustration. "More? Baby, the day has just started."

You'd reach for his hand back, putting it on top of your stomach as you'd breathe into his neck as a way of begging. Your eyes closed, your lips pressed against the nook of his neck, his scent lingering around your nose. "Please?"

And that's all it'll take for Suguru to go utterly insane.

He'd tap your clothed clit to earn a slight whimper from you. "Do you want it, baby?" Suguru would ask, and you'd nod vigorously. He'd chuckle then bring two fingers up to your mouth, and you'd instinctively open, indulging in wetting his two fingers before he slips them right inside your panties.

To say you're wet would be an understatement. You'd be soaked, a whole lot of slick dripping for him. Suguru would rub you first, putting slight pressure on your clit before getting tired of the hindrance your panties have made. He'd hastily remove it, his lust obvious in his eyes, yet he'd never forget to be gentle.

You'd widen your legs naturally, Suguru would bring his lips to your chest, then your collarbone, then up to your neck, consuming you completely. Suguru would play with you first, his nails would trail and trace empty touches on your inner thighs before squeezing hard to get you melt into a loud whimper.

Then his fingers would enter you slowly, a groan leaving his as your back would arch, and your mouth with be left agape. He'd smile sinisterly at this, enjoying the view of your chest rising from the first contact, and the sensation of his fingers filling you up. He'd look at you while you'd struggle to face him. "You want it like that, baby?" He'd ask, and you'd nod.

Suguru loved the feeling of your tight and wet pussy caving around his fingers. His hardness would often grind on your bare hip as his desire to fuck you would be more apparent as minutes pass.

His long and slender fingers would go in and out of you in a slow and passionate manner. His fingers would leave your hole to tease your clit, earning a jolt from you, then ravage you by ramming his fingers in and out in such a feverish way. His thumb would playfully graze onto your clit, then press on it to have you moaning louder than before.

He'd latch his lips on your skin, nibbling and sucking harshly to leave marks in places he wanted to see. You'd moan his name, squirming under his touch as he began to overwhelm you with pleasure. You'd reach onto his wrist, your nails digging on his skin as you'd try to squeeze your legs shut.

But he definitely wouldn't allow that. He'd let you have your fun though, but you'd feel him smirk on your skin. He'd part from your neck to hear the loud 'chu' echoing in the four-walled room you both shared, heat rising in every part of it. You'd try to close your legs, and he'd breathe in your ears.

"Thought you wanted this? How am I supposed to touch you now?" Suguru would chuckle lowly in your ears, letting his wrist get squeezed in between your soft, milky thighs. Then, he'd go teasingly slow again, making you whimper in frustration. "Open your legs, darling."

You'd oblige even in immense sensitivity. You'd open your legs slowly, breathing heavily, and trembling slightly. Suguru would smirk, kissing the back of your ear before indulging in your pussy once more. He'd praise you by littering kisses on your neck, until he'd use his other hand to cup your cheeks and face him.

"Good girl." He'd whisper against your lips as his fingers reached deeper in you. You'd whimper against his lips and arch your back from the sensation, and he'd immediately latch his mouth on you.

He'd purposely do it fast just so you could struggle in kissing him back. Suguru definitely liked it like that. With the way he's pleasuring you, it wouldn't be a miracle for you to orgasm. You'd release all over his fingers, cumming with a shudder, panting endlessly, and Suguru would bring his cum-coated fingers up to his lips with you watching. He'd suck it clean, he'd definitely enjoy how your eyes would darken in the same desire he had, too.

"Sweet as ever." He'd tell you, then shower you with praises. His boner won't go unnoticed though. He'd buck his hips forward, and you'd press a palm on it. You'd smirk against his chest as he'd look at you, an expression you can't quite read, but it was familiar when he'd fuck you up at night.

Suguru would grind his clothed bulge on your bare pussy, still sensitive and wet from the remains of your cum. You'd shiver from the feeling, and Suguru would press on it harder.

Suguru would look up at you from burying his face into your breasts, a small mischievous smirk creeping onto his face as he continued to grind on you. He'd bring his hand down to your clit again, ignoring that you were still quite sensitive. Suguru would rub his boner on your folds, his fingers would play with your clit to heighten the pleasure and sensation, his tongue would flicker against your hardened nipples. He'd look at you while he did all this, loving every bit of reaction you showed him.

Suguru would whisper against the meeting point of your breasts, kissing it as he'd hook your legs open, lifting it up to meet his boner better. "My turn?"