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plutotheplum · 2 days ago

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His Eyes All Over Me

sylus x fem!reader

summary: ever since experiencing sylus' frenzy, you find yourself feeling strange. it all comes to a head after your movie date.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blow job, p in v, knotting, scent kink, praise kink, breeding kink, aftercare, brief switch!sylus

w/c: 6.1k

a/n: guys idk what happened all of a sudden i was possessed and the breeding kink just appeared <3

also on ao3!

I know exactly what it means, which is why I’m accepting this.

Sylus’ cryptic words leave you confused as the movie ends. It wasn’t even meant to mean anything in particular, although perhaps that was just you convincing yourself that you were in total control of this situation. You were giving the feather to him as a kind gesture, nothing more.

… Fuck, had he seen it as more?

A dull throb spreads out from across your temples, your fingers itching to pull out your phone and simply search up whatever it is he meant.

Why did feelings have to be so complicated?

You bite back a groan, slumping back in the car seat, an irritated look passing over your face.

“Something wrong?” Sylus’ smooth voice cuts through the silence, his eyes glancing towards you as he drives.

“No,” you manage out, trying to stop your voice from dipping into a grumble. You sneak a glance at his face, only to find your gaze dipping to observe the way his long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every move after he’d rolled up his jacket sleeves.

Ever since you’d managed to stop him from descending into a Praedator’s Frenzy, you’d found yourself suffering from a strange affliction. Yes, you had been terrified when you were trapped in that large birdcage with him, panic racing through your body as you tried to stop his sanity from unravelling any further and yet… you’d been embarrassingly aroused.

The way his teeth had sunk into your earlobe, his fangs scraping and vicious against the delicate skin of your neck. You had liked it in some sick sense. The heat that pooled between your thighs was because of Sylus, his feral nature and tight grip on your hips had made your mind swirl, his low, rasping voice, the slight rut of his hips into your ass-

You needed a cold shower. One with actual ice, preferably.

The car rumbles to a stop, and you get out agitatedly, cursing under your breath when you realize Sylus was following you in, up to your apartment. It isn’t hard for you to notice that Sylus has taken note of your change in behavior, his hands shoving into his pockets as he stares at you.

“Something is wrong,” Sylus muses, tilting his head in a searching manner. “What? You didn’t enjoy the movie?”

“It was fine,” you reply shortly, playing with your fingers. “I think I’m coming down with something.” A blatant lie to a man who probably knew you better than you knew yourself. You clear your throat, coughing a little exaggeratedly. “A cold.”

“A cold,” he echoes, dipping his head to stare down at you scrutinizingly. You yelp when he grabs at your wrist, his fingers pressing against your pulse point. Sylus’ eyes darken, his playful expression fading as his lips thin, his voice a low hiss. “Liar.”

“That’s-” you grumble, pulling your wrist free from his grasp, “that’s unfair.”

He stares down at you for a moment longer, his eyes searching. You squirm under his gaze, heart fluttering a little when he cocks his head to the side before straightening up.

“If you didn’t enjoy my company, you should’ve just said so,” Sylus drawls, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

You roll your eyes, huffing out a breath as you step out the elevator. “I wasn’t lying because I didn’t enjoy your company.”

Your current predicament was actually because of the contrary; you were finding that you were enjoying his company a little too much. You kick your shoes off when you get inside, hearing the soft lock of the door as Sylus closes it behind him.

When he stares at you blankly, you shoot him an unimpressed look, gesturing towards your couch. “Make yourself at home, Sylus.”

“I don’t remember my former roommate being so… cruel,” he sighs, sounding aggrieved. “Especially after rewarding me with such a heartfelt gift.” Sylus grins devilishly, his lips curving upwards, eyes glinting with amusement.

You flush, cheeks feeling hot with embarrassment.

“Whatever you think it means,” you snap, glaring at him in an attempt to hide your own flusteredness, “it doesn’t mean that. I was being nice, okay? Because I am a nice person!”

“Right,” Sylus laughs lowly. It’s a derisive sound, mocking and aggravating enough to have you bristling with anger. You watch as he moves until he’s leaning against the back of the couch, his ankles crossed over each other, arms crossed over his chest. “You were being nice.”

“I was!” you protest, body growing warmer. “You’re just being weird and- and sauve because-”

“Because?” Sylus presses, narrowing his eyes.

“Because you have a crush on me!”

Shit, shit, shit.

You don’t even know where the outburst came from, but your hand is slapping over your mouth as you stare at Sylus, feeling utterly mortified. You were totally projecting.

“A crush,” he echoes, clicking his tongue as he examines you.

“I- I didn’t mean that,” you blurt out, voice all pitchy and panicky. “I only meant that-”

You squeak when he reaches you in a few measured strides, his calloused fingers squishing your cheeks together until your lips pucker out like a fish.

“No?” Sylus murmurs, raising his brows, “pray tell, Miss Enforcer, what did you mean?”

“I… I don’t know?” you offer meekly, fidgeting under his grip, desperate to be let free.

Sylus’ nose nudging against your cheek causes you to stiffen, his fingers loosening their grip on you to instead stroke across the skin of your jaw. You let out a soft noise when he cups your cheek, his hands maneuvering your head until his nose grazes across the length of your neck, his breath hot as it fans across your skin.

“And if I did?” he asks, pressing himself closer, arm dropping to wrap around your waist tightly. “Have a… crush as you say.”

“Then- then-” you struggle to form a sentence, biting your lip to muffle any more damning noises that could be used against you.

“Then?” Sylus cajoles, his voice low and lilting, nose pressing firmly into your throat as he sucks in a sharp breath, savoring your scent.

“Then that would be embarrassing!”

You shove at his chest, stumbling a bit, still hazy from his closeness and intimate ministrations. Sylus holds you in place with his gaze, his arms crossing over his chest and you swallow down an indecent sound when you see the slight flex of his biceps underneath the fabric of his jacket.

The kitchen counter grounds you, your fingers pressing against the cool marble. It feels hard to breathe, and rather you’re the embarrassing one, having lost your nerve the moment he had gotten too close.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Sylus asks, cocking his head to the side, his shoulders rolling lazily.

“Notice what?” you shoot back, grasping for a glass and filling it up with water before chugging it down rapidly.

“Stop playing stupid,” he replies, his grin mirthless. “I smelt it on you the moment you stepped into that birdcage with me.”

Now he was saying you smelt bad?

“Smelt what?” you scoff, partially offended. You turn your head, angling it down towards your shoulder, trying to sniff yourself subtly.

Sure, maybe you were a little sweaty, but he was making you nervous! You frown at Sylus, and he rolls his eyes, his hand reaching out to grip your chin, tilting your head upwards, towards him.

“Your arousal,” Sylus rasps, his eyes pinning you in place. “Wetness, slick, whatever you wish to call it. I can smell it, Miss Enforcer.”

Your face pales, humiliation washing over your expression, stomach twisting uncomfortably with embarrassment. Whatever thoughts are currently occupying your mind fizzle away, replaced by a sense of overwhelming mortification.

You open your mouth to respond and clamp it back shut, thinking better of it lest you embarrass yourself any further. Perhaps there was no point to having a sense of dignity, seeing as Sylus had clearly torn it to shreds.

“The Frenzy Enhancer doesn’t only enhance a Praedator’s Frenzy,” Sylus murmurs, tugging your head back when you avert your gaze, forcing you to meet his eyes. “It heightens our senses; for the purpose of making it all the more agonizing when one is deprived of delivering a bite.”

The LCBI had neglected to include that little fact in your training. You swallow nervously when his thumb traces down your cheek, over your jaw and presses against the jumpy pulse in your throat.

“Even now,” he continues, his other hand fisting your hair to tug your head back further. You yelp at the pain that sears across your scalp, fingers scrabbling at his chest as he presses his nose to your throat and inhales again. “You’re enjoying this, Miss Enforcer.”

“I- I am not!” you protest, doing your best to sound offended and hide the traitorous heat that was currently swirling low in your stomach with every fan of his breath against your skin. “Your nerves are clearly misfiring; d- damaged probably,” you sputter, “after your Frenzy.”

Sylus laughs hoarsely, his eyes lighting up and you know your pathetic excuse hasn’t worked.

“Stop fighting this,” he says, still sounding amused, his eyes softening slightly when he sees how flustered you’ve become. “You don’t stand to gain anything from pushing me away. Haven’t I made my intentions clear?”

“It’s complicated,” you murmur, “you’re- you’re you-”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks, raising his brows.

You huff out an aggravated breath, refusing to be cornered.

“Nothing. I only reacted that way because you seemed awfully wanton in that birdcage,” you hiss heatedly, waving your hands about. “Not to mention uninhibited.”

“I was hit with a Frenzy Enhancer,” Sylus snaps, his fists clenching. “Yes, I was uninhibited, but I was not wanton.”

Your lips purse as you consider Sylus’ response, remembering the way he had arched his back in his frenzy, the subtle buck of his hips when you’d placed your hand on his pec. Not to mention the groaning and well… whimpering. The feeling of his teeth on your ear hadn’t exactly helped in the moment either.

There’s an itch in you to get the last word in.

“You were wanton,” you argue, shooting him a stubborn look.

“I could have killed you,” Sylus murmurs dangerously, reaching out to grab your hands, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Sometimes a bite isn’t enough. I could have torn you apart, limb by limb until you were all but a severed, bleeding mess on the cold floor. Would you have liked that?”

You can’t say you would’ve, remembering the Praedator attack all those years, but this Sylus and there’s a foolish part of you that hopes that he would have been able to reign in his base desires.

“I’m still in one piece,” you mumble out, “besides, I know how to handle myself.” You sneak a glance down at the way his hands are holding yours, lips pursing as you feel the warmth of skin bleeding into yours. It’s too much for your poor heart, really. “You can let go now.”

“No,” he says quietly, his voice softer as he dips his head, the tip of his nose grazing yours. “I know you want this. I want this.”

You bite your lip at the pleading tone in his voice, heart stuttering in your chest. Sylus’ voice seems to wrap around you, and you peer up at him when he presses his forehead against yours, letting out a heavy exhale.

“Are you going to make me beg, hm?” Sylus muses, a smile pulling at his lips when he sees your lips twitch. “Please?” he whispers, his voice low and soft and somehow the sweetest you’ve ever heard Sylus. “I’ll be good, Miss Enforcer. Please?”

An incoherent noise escapes you, fingers tightening into his jacket as he steps closer, his body flush against yours.

“Will you let me have you?” he whispers, nosing into your cheek. “...Or perhaps you don’t want me to ask. Maybe you want me to lose control like I did in that birdcage. Growling and snapping and feral.”

Sylus was driving you insane. Your body feels hot, mind blank as a shaky breath escapes you when he grazes his fangs against your neck, his breath hot. You can feel how sticky your panties have become, thighs pressing together to try and soothe the ache of your cunt, aware of the overwhelming emptiness of it.

“Do you deny it, sweetness?”

“No,” you concede, your voice trembling, “no, I don’t.”

He hums, nudging impossibly closer, tongue darting out to lave over the erratic pump of blood in your throat. You open your mouth, a quiet mewl leaving you as he smiles against your skin, his lips pressing a heated kiss to your sensitive skin.

“Is that so?” Sylus muses, his hands drifting down to grasp your hips. “Such a shame you’ve waited so long to confess,” he continues, his voice low and purring, “had you asked me earlier, I would have given you my cock; no questions asked.”

“You- you would have?” you ask, your voice strangled as he kisses your neck again.

You can hardly catch up with what’s happening when he spins you around in his arms, his chest flush against your back, arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

“Yes,” he soothes, his fingers wrapping around your throat to tip your head back against his chest. “So many opportunities wasted,” he sighs, clicking his tongue. “I could have had you bouncing on my cock days ago, had my tongue buried inside of you, pounded into you until you were crying, bred you on my knot-”

“K- knot?” you squeak, head snapping to meet his eyes, “I thought that was a myth.”

“Hardly a myth,” he sighs, fingers dipping lower, delving under your skirt, “Praedators have knots, sweetness; intended to-” you gasp when he presses the pads of his fingers against your damp panties, stroking gently, “intended to lock us together.” Sylus smiles against your cheek, revelling in your wetness that was soaking through. He increases the pressure of his fingers, rubbing harder. “And I fully intend to knot you, Miss Enforcer,” he whispers, lips drifting across your cheek in a fleeting kiss. “Oh, don’t look so scandalized. You’ll be begging to be bred the moment I cum inside of you.”

Begging to be bred? Cumming inside? He was going to cum inside? You were most definitely going to die tonight; although perhaps part of you was resigned to your fate, his obscene words making you greedy and leaving you wanting more.

“Please,” you whimper, rolling your hips against his hand, grasping at his wrist to press his fingers against your clothed pussy more firmly. “I- I want that.”

Sylus lets out a hoarse grown at your whimpered confession, his fingers tugging your panties to the side.

“You’re dripping,” he hisses, fingers sliding through your puffy folds, “so, so wet, baby. Smells like you’re in heat.”

You really had to do more research on Praedators. Maybe you were in heat with how bold you had become, no longer stifling your noises, too far gone to care.

“That’s it,” Sylus rasps, rubbing your slick over your folds before sliding his fingers up to rub against your swollen clit. “Oh, it must ache,” he coos, beginning to rub tight circles against the throbbing bud, “I can feel how needy you are.”

Your head bobs up and down in rapid nods, ass pushing back into him as you rock your hips, whining when he circles your clit and squeezes your throat at the same time.

“Oh- oh fuck-” you mewl when he hunches over you a little, his breath quickening as he presses his hips into your ass like he had done a few nights ago in that birdcage. “Sylus!”

“So wet,” he mutters as though in a trance, his chin resting on your shoulder, fingers speeding up. “Shall I give you my fingers, baby, hm?”

“Y- yes,” you whine, dragging out the word into a low hiss, your nails digging into his forearm.

A sharp gasp leaves you when he eases one finger in, another following suit quickly after. It’s nothing like the feel of your own fingers, Sylus’ are longer and reach much, much deeper. You feel full already, head dropping forward as you moan raggedly, pushing at his hand to try and stuff his fingers inside of you even more.

“Greedy little slut,” he growls, his fingers crooking inside of you, “so needy and wanton, aren’t you? Pushing me away when what you really want is this - my fingers inside of you, my hand wrapped around your throat, my cock rutting into your ass.”

“I do,” you hiccup, mouth dropping open as you continue to moan, hips swaying back to meet his rutting, the everpresent press of his hard cock against you making your cunt drip with arousal. “Ah hah- I do want this.”

“Yes, you do,” he whispers raspingly. “Take what you need then, baby, take my fucking fingers.”

And you do take his fingers with soft cries and needy gasps and desperate whimpers. Sylus quickens his pace, tightening the hold he has on your throat when you try to squirm away, the lewd sounds of pussy embarrassing in the quietness of your apartment. He breathes heavily against your ear, panting as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, his hand turning slightly to add his thumb to the mix.

You arch your back against him when he rubs your clit, turning your head into the crook of his neck, mewling as you try and bounce, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. Sylus snarls when you clench down on his fingers tightly, his face pressing into your neck, fangs digging into your skin as he leaves harsh, biting kisses.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you begin to chant, your hand sliding into his hair, fisting it and tugging as you roll your hips needily, panting raggedly. “‘m gonna ah- ‘m gonna cum, Sylus.”

“Yeah?” he rasps, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, careful to not let his fangs sink in too deep. “Cum on my fingers then, grind that wet, little pussy all over my hand and cum, baby.”

A sharp gasp leaves you, fingers clutching at his wrist when he fucks his fingers into your pussy faster, his thumb unrelenting on your swollen clit. You moan brokenly when he kisses your neck, tipping your head to the side to bare more of your neck to him. Sylus growls, his kisses trailing upwards, his lips soft behind your ear.

You cry out when he sinks his teeth into your earlobe, feeling the way his fangs bite into the delicate bone of your ear. It’s just like in the birdcage, you think dazedly. He ruts into your ass harder, and the ragged panting coming from him is enough to make you come undone. You try to steady yourself, but it’s impossible with the way your thighs tremble, head tossing back as you cum around his fingers.

“Good girl,” he breathes out when you shudder and quake in his arms, his grip tightening to prevent you from falling when your knees buckle. Sylus kisses your cheek, dragging his lips to pepper soft kisses along your jaw as you ride out the last few waves of your orgasm, his fingers still stroking over your clit gently as your cunt clenches. “Good girl, sweetness, you did so well for me.”

Chest rising and falling rapidly, you drop your head back against his chest, leaning against Sylus for support. You whine softly when he pulls his fingers free, his hands petting over your skirt as he smooths it down over your thighs.

On shaky legs, you turn, arms wrapping around his neck. He hugs you closer, his head lowering as his nose brushes against yours gently.

“Be mine.”

Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses you, deep and longing. He squeezes at your waist and your hands drift, from his shoulders to his cheeks, cupping them to bring him closer, to kiss him more desperately.

Both of you stumble into the kitchen table, Sylus’ hands landing on either side of you as he deepens the kiss. You whine when he licks at your lower lip, mouth opening obediently for him. He groans and you let your hands drift, pawing at his trousers, palming at the material to feel the hard bulge of his cock, hot and thick and throbbing faintly against your hand through the layers of fabric.

“I want it,” you whisper against his lips, kissing him feverishly. “I want your cock, Sylus. I- I want you to-” you can hardly believe you’re about to say this, but the thought of it ignites a heat inside of you, an overwhelming need to be completely at his mercy. “I want you to breed me.”

His crimson eyes flare, hands reaching out towards you, pulling your shirt up over your head. You make an indignant sound when he hurriedly pulls your bra off, moaning in succession when he pinches your stiffened nipples.

“I can do that,” he murmurs, pulling at your skirt and panties too, until you’re bare. “I’ll breed you, baby.”

A laugh bubbles out of you when he picks you up, arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. Sylus’ steps are practised as he strides into your bedroom, tossing you onto your bed. You bounce a little, regaining your balance before crawling towards him, nuzzling into the bulge of his cock.

“‘s big, Sylus,” you whisper, watching with hazy eyes as he pulls his jacket and shirt off in a smooth motion, his defined abdomen on display. You tug at his belt and he tugs it free, pushing his trousers and boxers down to reveal his cock.

It’s thicker than you’ve seen before, the tip of it blushed angrily, pre-cum smeared across the head. Your mouth waters, inching closer to run your tongue against the length of his cock, mewling softly at the heady taste as you trace your tongue across a prominent vein on the underside.

Your brows furrow when you run your tongue along the length again, pulling back to find a swollen ridge at the base of his cock. His knot.

“Can I touch it?” you whisper curiously, head tilting to get a closer look.

“Go ahead,” he murmurs, fingers spreading out across your scalp, scratching gently.

It’s strange, you think. A little puffier and thicker than his actual cock, darker in color too. You press your fingers against it gently and it gives just a bit under your prodding. You sneak a glance up at Sylus and he raises his brows, a smirk playing on his lips.

“It’ll feel good inside of you,” he promises self-assuredly, “swells up when- oh fuck-”

His breath stutters when you mouth at his knot, tongue laving over the sensitive spot as you squirm, kissing his knot. You lick over the ridge again, smiling to yourself when Sylus’ thighs twitch. His hand pushes at your head subtly when you focus on his cock again, a quiet breathy sound escaping him, enough to have you perking up and your pussy clenching. You want him as needy as he had you.

“You said you’d be good,” you coo, leaning forward to brush a kiss to his hip, your head dipping again to nuzzle against his cock.

“I- nghhh-” Sylus stammers, his cheeks flushed a light pink when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin to suck lazily. “I- I am being good.”

You hum happily, pressing your head forward, swallowing down more of his cock.

“Fuck-” he breathes out, his hands petting at your hair, pushing down gently to make you take his cock further, until it’s stuffed down your throat and your nose is buried into the snowy hair at the base of his cock. “Feels- ah- feels so good, sweetness.”

You smile when he lets you pull off, lapping at the tip of his cock teasingly, your hand reaching up to squeeze his pec. Sylus swears, his back arching at the action, a soft whine spilling out of him.

“You like this,” you muse, dipping your head to suckle at his balls, relishing in the noises he lets out, watching his thighs tremble. You stare up at him hazily, tongue lolling out for him when he grasps his cock, his hand squeezing at his knot, his knuckles white with tension.

Your fingers pinch at his nipple greedily when he presses his cock back in and you squeal, the sound muffled around the thickness of his cock when he tugs harshly at your own nipple in retaliation.

“Brat,” he mutters, pushing your head down further, grunting softly when you dig your nails into his thighs and swallow around his cock.

“I thought you were being good,” you whine when he tugs at your hair, dipping his head to kiss you eagerly, his tongue licking into your mouth. You pout when he pulls away, feeling betrayed by the shortness of his submission.

“Sorry, doll,” Sylus says, petting your head and rewarding you with another kiss; this time softer and sweeter, his lips lingering.

You let him kiss you in your dazed state, and Sylus takes advantage, crawling over you, his hands kneading at the fat of your thighs. Your bed is already messy, the sheets rumpling as he jostles you a bit, patting your thigh to make you move further up on the bed.

Sylus settles between your thighs, his cock hot and heavy against your stomach as he drops his weight onto you, his hands finding yours before pinning them above your head. You sigh into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into your ass when he rolls his hips, grinding his bare cock against your pussy.

“I like these,” he mumbles when he kisses down your chest and noses into your breasts. An airy noise sounds when he sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth, his teeth catching against the bud before he bites down measuredly.

You squirm, hips rolling needily when he sucks more of your breast into his mouth, alternating between them when he feels the other being neglected.

“Such pretty tits,” Sylus sighs, pulling back to stare at the stiffened peaks of your breasts, covered in his spit and budding teeth marks that were bound to bruise.

“I thought you were gonna knot me,” you murmur, rolling your hips up, mewling when you feel his cock slide between your folds.

“So desperate,” he muses, letting go of your hands in favor of grasping his cock.

You look down, eyes half-lidded as he grips the base of his cock, right over his knot that somehow seemed a little larger in the moments that had passed. A whine escapes you when he slaps his cock against your pussy, your cheeks flushing when you see the glistening strings of slick clinging to his cock.

“How sweet,” Sylus croons, his grin growing sharper, “even your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”

You huff out a breath to hide your embarrassment, throwing your arm over your eyes. “Don’t talk like that.”

He laughs, rising up to sit on the haunches of his legs, his hand stroking his cock lazily. “But you enjoy it, doll. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want now.”

You watch with bated breath as he notches the head of his cock against your pussy, squirming when you realize how much his cock is actually going to stretch you out. The knot at the base seems even more intimidating; you feel a little nervous, thighs trying to clamp shut just when Sylus begins to push in.

“Hey,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, “relax, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

You reach for his hand, trying to calm your rapid heart and Sylus gives it to you, lacing your fingers together before kissing your knuckles.

A soft gasp leaves you when he begins to push in again, and that’s when you feel how girthy his cock truly is. It stretches you, inch by inch and you bite your lip, eyes slipping shut.

“That’s it,” Sylus soothes, squeezing your hand and tilting his head to kiss your shoulder, “take my cock, sweetness.”

An incoherent sound emanates from you when he sinks all the way in, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders when you feel how good he’s stretching you, how full you feel - and that’s without his knot. You stare down, heart fluttering in your chest when you see where you’re connected, his cock buried inside of you.

“A- aren’t you going to put your knot in?” you ask meekly, mouth dropping open when he begins to move his hips, the slow, rolling motions making you see stars.

“When you’re ready for it,” Sylus whispers, his voice hoarse, “pretty pussy’s still too tight for it. Practically trying to milk my cock already, baby.”

You hiccup, tears nearly springing to your eyes when he begins to draw his hips out, thrusting forward more forcefully. Sylus moans loudly and you claw at his back, arms and legs clinging to him tightly when he swirls his hips and grinds them forward, burying his cock in deeper with every thrust.

His knot seems to swelling rapidly, and you peek down with wide eyes, letting out a shaky breath when you see how thick it’s become. It squishes up against you with every thrust Sylus delivers, catching against your clit every now and then.

“I- ngh- fuck- I don’t think it’s going to fit,” you whimper, trying to push at Sylus’ abdomen when he grips your hips.

He snaps his teeth, irritation showing on his face when you try to squirm away from his knot, his grip tight enough to keep you in place. “Don’t fucking run from it,” he snarls, and you’re reminded of the way he was in that birdcage, feral and unrelenting.

You gulp when he grips your thighs, pushing them down towards your stomach, practically folding you until your cunt is on display for him. It’s lewd and obscene and so terribly hot, that your pussy clenches down greedily, eager for more of his attention.

“There we go,” he whispers, snapping his hips harder, his balls smacking against your ass, “pretty pussy loves my cock, hm?”

You blink up at him, nodding shyly, the words slipping out of you unbidden. “I love your cock, Sylus.”

Sylus’ hips stutter to a stop when he hears your shy, whispery words, his cheeks flushing to a pretty pink that has your eyes lighting up.

“Y- yeah?” he murmurs, and you laugh when he clears his throat, giddy by the fact that you’ve managed to fluster Sylus of all people. “Whose cock is it then, baby?”

“Mine,” you murmur, your fingers reaching down to scratch at his navel, through the coarse hairs that lie there. “Your cock’s all mine.”

Sylus groans and you yelp when he suddenly spreads you open, gasping when he thumbs apart your folds, his knot beginning to sink inside of you. It’s a tight fit and you cry out, tears pricking at your lash line when he finally manages to bully it in.

You feel so full, you’re almost sure you can feel his cock in your throat.

“No- shit- don’t fucking clench,” he groans, his head dropping forward to bury his head into the crook of your neck when your pussy flutters around his fat cock and knot, trying to accomodate.

“Can’t help it,” you wail, fingers pulling at his hair harshly, squeaking when he tugs his knot free and starts to fuck you again.

Sylus ruts his hips into you, driving forward and pounding his cock into your cunt until you sob, writhing on your bed, the building pleasure entirely overwhelming. The clap of his hips is loud, balls smacking into you with every thrust, his knot creating an embarrassing sound whenever it sinks inside of you, before Sylus pulls his hips back, tugging the knot free.

“Gonna breed you,” he begins to mutter, his teeth nipping at your shoulder and neck, biting with measured care. “I’m going to breed this tight fucking cunt, sweetness. Give you all of my fucking cum.”

“All of it,” you echo breathlessly, “want it- want your knot, Sylus.”

“You’re getting it,” he growls, squeezing your hips tightly before shoving his knot in completely.

You scream, twitching when it swells inside of you completely. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, entirely too large to be tugged free again when Sylus jerks his hips.

“Oh- oh my- fuck-” you squeal, and Sylus smashes his lips over yours in a heated kiss. It’s all teeth and fangs and spit, and you grab blindly at his shoulders, gasping uncontrollably when it continues to swell, growing fatter and fatter until your pussy throbs around it, the knot locking you together.

“Cum,” Sylus rasps against your lips, “cum, doll, cum on my fucking knot. Cum on my fucking knot so I can give you my cum and breed this sweet, little pussy.”

You moan brokenly, thighs twitching when he rubs your clit, the sensations on the sensitive bud trying to make you curl away from him. Sylus kisses you again and you whimper into his mouth, cunt clenching uncontrollably as you cum, head tossed back, and back arched.

He curses, his head dropping forward at the feel of your pussy, and you mewl when he cums straight after, ears perking up at the low growls and breathy groans. His cum is hot and thick, and you’re still too full, filled up with his cum and his cock. The knot doesn’t give way until several moments later, deflating slowly.

Sylus’ cum spills out, hot and slow and you watch with dazed eyes as it leaks out of you, your pussy fluttering around nothing, thanks to the loss of his fat cock.

“That’s no good,” he murmurs, his fingers spreading through his cum, rubbing it over your folds and clit before trying to push it back into your pussy.

Sylus frowns at you when you slap his hand away, and you give him a half-hearted glare, pussy aching and thighs sore from the way he had fucked and bent you. He hums, slinking down the bed to kiss your thighs and you sigh, running your fingers through his hair, the throbbing in your pussy fading faintly as he massages your sore muscles and kisses your clit every now and then, his actions affectionate.

You let him clean you up, thankful for the glass of water he brings you. Sylus pulls you closer into his chest, kissing your forehead, his hands smoothing up and down your sides.

“So what does it mean?” you ask him quietly, leaning forward to meet his kiss when he tips your chin upwards, “the feather?”

Sylus’ expression sobers for a moment, his lips grazing across your cheek to whisper into your ear.

“That your soulmate is near.”

You pull back, staring up into his eyes suspiciously. When you see the slight twitch of his lips, his usual smirk pulling across his lips, you scoff and swat his chest. He laughs, catching your wrist and bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“What?” he murmurs, “am I really such a bad candidate to be your soulmate?”

“You’re lying,” you grouse, letting him pull you up onto his lap and press his face into the crook of your neck.

“You don’t know that,” Sylus whispers, tilting his head to kiss the pulse in your throat.

You can’t help but think he has such a strange obsession with it. When he emerges from the crook of your neck, you cup his jaw, staring up into his eyes. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, you think, spending every life with him, especially when he’s like this.

“Then promise me,” you say, your voice holding a hint of a challenge. “Promise me that when we’ve passed and our bones are nothing but dust that you’ll find me in the next life.”

Sylus seems slightly taken aback by your request, his eyes widening momentarily before he leans forward, slotting his lips over yours. “Is that a confession of love, sweetness?” He smiles against your lips, nipping your lower lip. “In any case, I promise it,” he whispers, his gaze intense, “in this life or the next, I will find you and have you.”

You purse your lips, heart fluttering at his declaration.

“You’re a fool,” you mumble, pressing yourself more firmly against his chest, head resting on his shoulder.

“And yet you still took my knot.”

“I hate you.”

Sylus pouts mockingly, his lips attacking your cheek with kisses until you have no choice but to let out the laughter you’ve been holding in. His words are a gentle whisper, caressing your skin, his promise tightening the unseen bonds that bind you together.

“Forever, my sweet soulmate.”

#sylus smut #sylus #sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lnd sylus #lnd smut #sylus qin #lads #lads sylus

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aransmind · 1 day ago

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doctor zayne?

#zayne #love and deepspace #lads #lads zayne #love and deepspace zayne #art

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jinwoosbabyboo · 1 day ago

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Smau with the lads boys and texting them “I want a baby” ik this trend is old but :)

I Want a Baby

texting the lads men telling them you want a baby to see their reaction

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yois2aki · 3 days ago

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wc. 0.5k

i think we as a community need to talk more abt how caleb can't say no to mc....... he's such a lost cause.

caleb was strong-willed, disciplined, and unshakable in the face of countless challenges. he had trained for years to resist temptation, to hold his ground, to never let his emotions dictate his actions.

but you?

you were his one and only weakness.

he realized this for the thousandth time when you turned your gaze away from him, your shoulders slumping as you let out the softest, most genuine little sigh of disappointment.

“it’s fine,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the floor. “i get it.”

caleb felt himself start to crumble.

his fingers twitched, his jaw clenched, and a storm raged inside him as he fought the urge to give in. she’s doing this on purpose, he told himself. she has to be doing this on purpose.

“don’t—” he exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “don’t do that.”

“do what?” you asked innocently, still not looking at him.

oh, for the love of—

his resolve was already in shambles, and you weren’t even trying. he had refused your request—politely, mind you—because it had made sense at the time. but now? now he was questioning everything because he simply couldn’t stand seeing you upset.

“you’re blackmailing me,” he accused, his voice strained, like he was trying to physically hold himself together.

your brows furrowed, confused. “blackmail? what? i’m not—”

“yes, you are.” he pointed at you as if that would prove his point, stepping closer, his whole body tense with frustration. “you’re not even doing it on purpose, but it’s working, and i hate it.”

your lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across your face.

caleb took a deep breath, rubbing his temples. “you don’t get it,” he muttered. “i can’t handle this. i can’t handle you looking sad like that. it’s—it’s physically painful for me.”

you blinked up at him, as if trying to understand the gravity of what he was saying. then, your lips pressed together in an attempt to fight a smile. “physically painful?”

“yes,” he said flatly. “like, chest-tightening, mind-screaming, losing-my-damn-mind painful.”

he was dead serious, too. there was no teasing in his expression, no playful exasperation. just raw, unfiltered truth.

you finally met his eyes again, and that was it. the final blow.

caleb exhaled sharply and caved.

“fine,” he grumbled, defeated. “you win. whatever it is, just—just tell me what you want again.”

your face lit up, and caleb felt his heart clench. you looked so happy, so radiant, that he almost forgot why he had refused you in the first place.

“really?” you beamed.

he sighed, looking away like he couldn’t bear to witness his own downfall. “yeah, yeah, whatever. just stop looking at me like that.”

you giggled, leaning up on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “you’re the best, caleb.”

he groaned, hand softly grazing over the spot you just kissed, knowing full well he had no one to blame but himself. "no, i'm weak."

and yet, deep down, he knew he’d give in to you every single time. without a doubt, he’d fall for your pout every single time.

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dijayeah · 3 days ago

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"The locked room protocol"

art credits: @/pnk_clown dividers by: @/cafekitsune fic by: @dijayeah

🔞 NSFW CONTENT MDNI 🔞 💎 Word Count: 9.1k 💎 Synopsis: Getting trapped in a rogue AI security system was not part of the plan, but neither was the very specific way it demanded compliance. Between the pheromone haze, Sylus being insufferable, and your own rapidly declining self-control, escaping this mission unscathed is looking less likely by the second. 💎 Contains: fem!reader x Sylus, enemies-to-lovers tension, aphrodisiac gas, rough sex, teasing & edging, praise-degradation kink, hair pulling, light choking, possessive Sylus, multiple rounds, breeding kink undertones (AI-approved raw sex), orgasm control, aftercare (begrudgingly), banter-as-foreplay, and an extremely smug bastard of a man. 💎 Please consider following me for more similar content! 💎 Read on AO3.

The lab is abandoned. Has been for years, if the dust layering every surface is anything to go by. But Xander Labs is never truly abandoned, not when they’ve got security systems running like the place is still crawling with scientists in their white coats, too important to look anyone in the eye.

You adjust the earpiece, scowling as static crackles in your ear. "Sylus, tell me you’re not still messing with that security console."

"Sweetie, you wound me," comes the lazy drawl. "As if I’d still be messing with it."

"Then why are we still standing in this godforsaken vent instead of grabbing the Spatium Core Fragment and getting out?"

He hums. "Oh, I don’t know, kitten. Maybe I just enjoy the quality time."

You resist the urge to smack your head against the vent wall on the opposite side of the building (probably). "I will throw you out of this air duct."

Sylus snickers, the sound tinny over comms. "And yet, you haven’t."

Before you can retort, you catch a flicker of movement through the vent slats. "Shut up," you whisper. Below, sterile white lights flicker weakly over the lab floor, illuminating dust motes swirling through the air. Empty chairs. Scattered papers. A place frozen mid-collapse. But the real problem? The still-active surveillance drones humming along the ceiling, their lenses gleaming a little too bright for something supposedly defunct.

"Sylus."

"Already saw ‘em, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice becoming louder as he approaches you physically. "We’re fine."

"Define fine."

"Not immediately about to die."

You swear under your breath. "Not reassuring."

Sylus shifts, now beside you, his body heat annoyingly close. "Relax. They’re running on low-power mode. No sign of remote surveillance. We can slip by easily."

You narrow your eyes at him. "And if you’re wrong?"

"Then we run like hell."

Great.

You suck in a breath, trying to slow your racing heart as you scan the lab below. The place feels too still, too… expectant, as if it’s been waiting for someone to come poking around. A shiver prickles down your spine. Xander Labs never abandoned anything without a contingency plan.

Sylus must pick up on your hesitation because his voice dips lower, almost teasing but with a dangerous edge. "Getting cold feet, kitten?"

"No, just wondering if you’ve actually thought this through, or if we’re going to die because you can’t resist pressing buttons that clearly shouldn’t be pressed." You shoot him a glare.

"Listen, I have a method to my madness." His smirk is audible.

"Which is?"

"Hope for the best, blame someone else if it goes wrong."

You exhale sharply, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I should’ve partnered with literally anyone else."

Sylus chuckles. "But you didn’t, because you secretly love working with me."

"Secretly wishing for your untimely demise is not the same thing."

He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Sure it isn’t, sweetie. Now, are we moving or are we waiting for Xander’s next automated security feature to come online and melt our faces off?"

You cast another glance at the lab floor, weighing your options. The drones do seem inactive—no flashing alarms, no movement beyond the idle hum of their engines. But your gut tells you this won’t be as easy as Sylus thinks. Still, staying put isn’t an option either.

"Fine. But if this goes sideways��"

"I’ll take full responsibility," he says solemnly, one hand over his heart.

"Liar." You scoff.

He winks. "Absolutely."

You brace yourself as you quietly unscrew the vent cover, the old metal groaning under your fingertips. The leader of Onychinus moves ahead of you, slipping out with an ease that’s honestly unfair. You follow, landing in a crouch. The room smells faintly of antiseptic and something older, something rotting beneath the layers of artificial sterility.

The silver-haired man straightens, eyes scanning the space with that almost lazy confidence of his. "All clear. See? Nothing to worry about."

You’re saying that way too early."

As if on cue, a flickering red light catches your attention—an override panel near the far wall, blinking ominously. You don’t know why it’s on, but your instincts scream that it shouldn’t be.

"Sylus."

"Mhm?"

"You sure those drones aren’t linked to anything else?"

He frowns slightly, following your gaze. "Pretty sure."

"Pretty sure isn’t good enough. We need to move—"

The sudden shift in air pressure is the only warning you get before a low, mechanical whir fills the room.

You whip your head up just in time to see the nearest drone rotate in midair, its lens flickering from dormant white to an eerie, pulsing red.

"Sylus."

"Yeah, yeah, I see it," he mutters, already moving. "Time to go."

You barely have a second to react before the drone emits a high-pitched warning sound and the first round of security turrets drop from the ceiling.

"Oh, for f—"

Sylus grabs your arm and hauls you into motion, and you run.

The hallway twists and turns, leading you both deeper into the facility. Every door you pass is either locked or broken, some not even shifting despite Sylus using his evol, and the sound of the drones whirring behind you makes your pulse spike. Then, suddenly, the walls shift. A mechanical hiss fills the air, and a doorway opens—on its own.

"That’s not ominous at all," Sylus mutters.

"You think it’s an ambush?"

"Only one way to find out, sweetie."

You step inside. And immediately regret it.

The room is wrong.

Instead of sterile lab walls, soft red lighting glows from the corners, casting the place in an unmistakably sultry hue. A king-sized bed dominates the center, adorned with silky black sheets and—oh god, is that a mirror on the ceiling?

Sylus lets out a low whistle. "Well, well. Looks like Xander Labs had some… alternative funding."

You drag a manicured hand down your face. "We just ran straight into a goddamn love hotel trap."

The door seals shut behind you. A mechanical voice purrs, "Security override in progress. Compliance required."

Sylus turns to you with a slow, shit-eating grin. "Sweetie… I think we might have a problem."

You groan. "I hate you."

Sylus stretches, rolling his shoulders like he’s getting comfortable, the absolute menace. He tilts his head, silver hair catching the dim red glow, and you hate that you notice, you really do. Because of course the leader of Onychinus looks unfairly good under the kind of lighting that should be illegal in any actual security facility.

He looks like he belongs here, now sprawled lazily across the edge of the bed like some kind of smug, too-attractive-for-his-own-good prince of debauchery. The fitted black combat gear isn’t helping either—it clings in all the right places, and his leather gloves flex when he moves, all sin and arrogance wrapped in one highly punchable man.

You press your back against the door, willing it to open through sheer force of fuck this entire situation. "We are not staying here."

Sylus, the absolute bastard, just grins. "Sweetie, I don’t think we have much of a choice."

You refuse to acknowledge the way your stomach does a little flip at that nickname. You need your priorities straight, and priority number one is not thirsting over the most infuriating man alive while trapped in an evil corporate sex dungeon.

You take a deep breath. "There has to be a manual override. Something. We are not playing into whatever creepy sci-fi experiment this is."

Sylus taps a gloved finger against his chin, crimson eyes lazily drifting across the room. "Hmm. Y’know, the bed looks comfortable."

You whip around so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. "Don’t. You. Dare."

He smirks, just strolling over like he has all the time in the world, running a hand over the sheets in a way that makes you want to launch him straight into the fucking sun. "I mean, if Xander Labs wanted to trap us in a luxury suite, who am I to complain?"

You are going to kill him. You are actually going to kill him. "Sylus. Focus."

"I am focused, kitten. Just… maybe not on what you want me to be."

You run a hand down your face once more. "For the love of—Sylus, this is a trap. You do realize that, right?"

"Obviously." He leans back against the headboard, arms crossed. "But tell me something, sweetheart. If this room is supposed to ‘persuade’ intruders to comply, why aren’t we feeling… y’know. Persuaded?"

You hesitate. You do feel weird—heart racing, skin prickling—but that could just be from rage. Or the fact that Sylus keeps looking at you like he knows things he absolutely should not know.

"Maybe we haven’t triggered the full effect yet," you mutter, trying not to think about the mirror above him, or the way the red glow makes his already unfairly sharp features look even more criminally attractive. (Not that it helps that he was an actual criminal, but oh well.)

He grins, and you hate how much fun he’s having with this. "What, you think there’s a button that says ‘activate sex trap’?"

"I hate you."

"You keep saying that, sweetie, and yet, here we are. Together. Stuck with a bed."

You take a deep breath, focusing on literally anything but the ghost of a smirk stretching across his lips. We are getting out of here.

You march to the nearest console, determined to hack your way out of this nightmare. The second your fingers touch the screen, a mechanical voice chimes in again, almost smug.

"Compliance incomplete. Stimulation levels insufficient."

You freeze.

Sylus exhales, tilting his head slightly, then—

"We have to fuck to get out of here."

You choke. "EXCUSE ME?!"

He shrugs, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "I mean, that’s what the system wants, isn’t it?"

You stare at him, your brain momentarily blue-screening. "That’s not—No! That’s not happening!"

Sylus places a hand over his heart, mock-offended. "Sweetheart, are you implying you don’t find me irresistible?"

You are implying that if you die here, it will be because you strangled him first.

"Alright, alright," he chuckles, running a hand through his silver hair. "Though I don’t mind a little choking, I won’t make you strangle me just yet. No need to be shy, kitten. We’ll find another way."

You exhale sharply, turning your attention back to the console, trying to ignore the very real possibility that Sylus might actually be right.

And then, because the universe hates you, a slow hissing noise fills the room.

Sylus straightens. "Oh, that’s probably bad."

"What now?"

The soft floral scent in the air deepens, thickens. You realize with dawning horror that the room is actively trying to drug you.

Sylus inhales and then—God help you—grins. "Oh, sweetie, you’re gonna love this."

You slap a hand over your mouth, stumbling back towards the bed. "Don’t. Breathe."

He leans in slightly, voice dropping to something dangerously smooth, crushed velvet. "Now, kitten, we both know that’s not gonna work forever."

Your head is already spinning, limbs feeling lighter, and Sylus—

Sylus is looking at you like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

"You okay there?" he purrs.

You grit your teeth, sitting down on the mattress. "No. And if you make one more smug comment—"

"What, like 'maybe the room has a point'?"

You throw the nearest object at him. He dodges the pillow effortlessly, still grinning like the devil himself.

Then, it happens.

You don’t know who moves first—maybe it’s you, maybe it’s him—but the second your lips touch, the room erupts.

For a moment, the world outside this room ceases to exist. His lips are warm, teasing at first, but when you don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to fit against yours like he’s done this a thousand times before. A sharp inhale escapes you as his fingers skim along your jaw, tracing down to your neck before settling at your waist, pulling you closer. He tastes like something dark and dangerous, like honey with a hidden bite of whiskey, and it’s unfair how easily you melt into it. Your hands find the collar of his black shirt, gripping it like he’s the only thing keeping you steady.

Then—

Loud, over-the-top arcade music blasts from hidden speakers, as if you’ve just hit the jackpot on a slot machine. Bright, neon lights flash around you, and—oh god—condoms and flower petals start raining from the ceiling.

Sylus pulls back just slightly, red eyes wide before he bursts out laughing. "Oh my god, this place is unreal."

You shove him, face burning. "STOP LAUGHING! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!"

He barely manages to compose himself, smirking at you with pure, unfiltered amusement. "Sweetheart, this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to me."

And because the universe isn’t done tormenting you, a robotic voice chimes in with the next horrifying announcement:

"Foreplay in progress. Please proceed to the next stage. Complimentary refreshments available."

You want to die.

Sylus, still wheezing, wipes a tear from his eye. "Oh, kitten. We have to see what’s on the menu."

You glare at him. "I hope you choke on it."

The words hang in the air between you, thick and charged like the static before a storm. Your brain is still trying to reboot, process the absolute audacity of this man, when the mechanical voice chimes in again, ever-helpful:

"Physical compliance remains at twenty-two percent. Recommended stimulation increase: skin-to-skin contact, deepened intimacy."

You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe. "I’m going to kill you."

Sylus, lounging like this is all some kind of inside joke he’s having with himself, simply grins. "Sweetheart, you say that like it’s a threat."

You can hear the smirk in his voice, the low, arrogant amusement that makes something deep in your stomach tighten against your will. This room is a hellscape, a fever dream designed specifically to make your life difficult, and worst of all—it’s working.

Because seemingly Sylus is too close now, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, the faintest brush of his breath against your cheek when he leans in just slightly. Not touching you, but just there, testing, waiting. He could move away. He should move away. But he doesn’t.

Neither do you.

Somewhere in the background, the room purrs in approval, because of course it does.

"You know," he muses, voice like velvet and smug satisfaction, "you could make this a lot easier on yourself. Just say the word."

You narrow your eyes, even as your pulse hammers in your throat. "What word?"

His lips curl at the edges, slow, predatory. "Yes."

A warning siren goes off in your brain, screaming at you that this is exactly what he wants, that engaging in this game with him is a bad idea, and yet your fingers twitch at your sides, aching to do something—push him, pull him closer, you don’t even know anymore.

The system is still watching, still waiting.

And worse?

So is Sylus.

Then the real problem makes itself known.

The air is heavier now, thick with something both cloyingly sweet and undeniably dangerous. You realize it with a start—the pheromones, the ones that had been seeping into the room since you got here, are stronger now. You don’t know what changed. Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the system deciding that progress was too slow, but it’s like the air itself has turned against you, creeping into your lungs and making everything—him—so much worse.

Your body feels too warm, your breath coming a little too fast. Your skin prickles at the closeness of him, your head spinning like you’ve had one too many drinks, and—

Oh, you are so fucked.

Sylus shifts slightly, his knee brushing against yours, and it’s like a live wire sparking against your skin. The reaction is instant, involuntary—a soft, barely-there shiver that he absolutely notices. His smirk deepens, his eyes flickering with something just this side of dangerous.

"Something wrong, kitten?" he murmurs, and his voice is so much lower now, like he knows exactly what’s happening, exactly what kind of mess you’re in. "You look a little flustered."

You hate him. You hate him, and you hate that he’s right.

The system chimes again, and you swear it sounds pleased.

"Detected physiological arousal. Compliance increased to forty-nine percent. Encouraging further interaction."

You nearly explode. "Oh, fuck off—"

Sylus laughs, and you see it then—the moment he realizes just how bad off you are. His eyes flicker, amusement laced with something far more predatory, far more dangerous.

"Oh, sweetheart," he hums, tilting his head like he’s savoring this, savoring you. "That stuff’s really kicking in, isn’t it?"

You force your hands into tiny fists, digging your nails into your palms just to keep yourself grounded. "Shut. Up."

But he doesn’t. Of course, he doesn’t.

Because Sylus is having the time of his life watching you unravel.

He lifts a big hand, slow, deliberate, like he’s giving you time to stop him, but you both know you won’t. His fingers ghost over your cheek, tracing down, down—just barely brushing the line of your jaw before tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

Your breathing is shaky. You can barely focus with the heat pooling low in your stomach, the overwhelming need making itself known in every nerve of your body. The pheromones are relentless now, curling around your brain, making everything too much, too good.

"See, kitten," Sylus murmurs, his thumb dragging over your lower lip, voice sinfully low, "I think you like this."

You make a sound, something caught between a growl and a whimper, because fuck him, fuck this, and most of all, fuck the way your body reacts like he’s right.

The system pings again, delighted.

"Compliance at sixty-two percent. Encouraging additional sensory stimulation. Skin contact recommended."

Sylus exhales a laugh, slow and indulgent. "Now they’re just making it easy for me."

His hand moves, trailing lower, skimming the barest hint of skin at the collar of your shirt, and you sway toward him before you can stop yourself. You’re losing it, every ounce of your control slipping through your fingers like sand.

You should shove him away. You should tell him to quit it, to help you think, but thinking is so hard right now, and all you can feel is him—the heat of his skin, the weight of his gaze, the utter satisfaction rolling off him in waves.

"You know, kitten," Sylus murmurs, mouth just barely brushing the shell of your ear, "we could fight this. We could keep pretending we don’t want this."

You swallow hard, your voice wrecked when you manage, "And?"

He grins, his teeth just barely scraping your jaw. "And I’d win."

The system purrs in agreement.

You don’t stand a chance.

The room is a furnace now, and you are burning alive in it.

The pheromones are relentless, slithering into your bloodstream, into your mind, reducing every thought to static except him. Everything about Sylus is overwhelming—his scent, the warmth of his skin, the way he watches you like he's already won.

And the worst part? You want to lose.

He knows it too. You can see it in the way his smirk softens just slightly, amusement giving way to something else, something darker. Something real.

"Kitten," he murmurs, tilting your chin up with two long fingers, his touch deceptively light. "You’re shaking."

You are, but you refuse to acknowledge it. "It’s hot."

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip once more, a barely-there touch that still sends a shudder down your spine. "Yeah? That all it is?"

You glare at him, but your body betrays you. You don’t pull away. Your lips part slightly, a breath slipping past them that sounds embarrassingly close to a whimper.

Sylus inhales sharply, and suddenly, he isn’t smirking anymore.

The system, as if sensing the shift, purrs its approval.

"Eighty-two percent compliance reached. Encouraging further intimacy."

You want to scream. Instead, you barely manage a strangled, "I hate this place."

Sylus chuckles, but there's a new roughness in his voice, like it's taking effort to keep himself in check, to mask the arousal he’s feeling too.

"Yeah? Well, it seems to like us."

You should be resisting. You should be planning, plotting a way out of this trap. But all you can do is feel—the ghost of his breath against your lips, the way his fingers trail down, skimming the column of your throat, pausing at your collarbone.

He gives you every chance to stop him. Every slow, deliberate movement is an open door, waiting for you to slam it shut.

You don’t.

The words slip out before you can think better of them. "You gonna keep teasing me all night? Or are you actually gonna do something about it?"

For the first time, Sylus falters.

His pupils darken, his fingers twitch against your skin, his jaw tightens like he's physically holding himself back.

"Sweetheart," he says, voice low, dangerous, "you sure you wanna say that?"

You know exactly what you’re doing. And you know exactly what you want.

You tilt your head, offering the barest fraction of space between you. "I’m sure."

A beat of silence. The slow, measured rise and fall of his broad chest.

Then, like a coil snapping loose, he moves.

His mouth claims yours with none of the teasing playfulness from before, none of the lazy amusement. This is something else entirely. It’s deep and needy, a slow, searing drag of lips and tongue that has your knees threatening to give out even if you are already laying down.

His hands find your waist, pulling you against him like he can’t stand the idea of space between you. And you—

You melt.

The system chimes, but you barely hear it.

"Ninety percent compliant. Contact optimization encouraged."

Sylus groans against your mouth, breaking away just enough to rasp, "Optimized enough for you, sweetheart?"

You laugh, breathless, threading your fingers through his silver hair. "Shut up and keep going."

He does.

And then it’s chaos.

Hands grasping, pulling, tearing at fabric like it’s offensive—like any layer between you is too much. Sylus is all heat and impatience, his mouth hungry against yours, trailing down your neck, across your collarbone, lower—like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s been starving for this.

You barely process the moment your back hits the mattress, the scent of fucking flower petals crushed beneath you, sticking to your skin like evidence of whatever the hell this room was designed for. Sylus doesn’t care—he’s too busy devouring you, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, hands gripping at your waist, your thighs, everywhere at once.

The system chimes again, smug as ever.

"Ninety-four percent compliance. Encouraging peak stimulation."

Sylus lets out a short, wrecked laugh against your skin. "They really don’t quit, huh?"

You barely manage a response—not when his hands are tugging at your clothes, peeling them off with a kind of desperation that makes your stomach tighten, makes the heat coil low and unbearable. You’re just as bad—your nails scrape down his back, your fingers working to strip him down with the same frantic energy, dragging his shirt off, tracing over every ridge of muscle, every scar, until he shudders under your touch.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his crimson eyes burning under the dim red glow, his breath coming ragged like he’s fighting a war between control and giving in completely.

"Tell me now if you wanna stop," he murmurs, voice rough, strained, his fingers still curled against your waist, waiting.

You don’t even hesitate.

"I don’t."

Sylus doesn’t waste a second.

The moment the words leave your lips, his restraint snaps, and he’s on you—mouth hot and desperate as it trails down your throat, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open like he needs to touch every inch of you. His breath is ragged, his control gone, and when his lips latch onto the swell of your breast, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin, you arch into him with a sharp gasp.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans, dragging his teeth over your skin before sucking a mark so deep it makes your head spin. "You’re shaking already. Pheromones getting to you?"

You barely manage a breathless laugh. "It’s not just the pheromones."

His eyes darken, his smirk filthy. "Yeah? Then let’s make sure you really feel me."

His fingers slip between your thighs, teasing over soaked fabric, and the sound that leaves you is downright embarrassing. You feel him grin against your chest, like he knows exactly how much he’s unraveling you, like he’s reveling in it. Then, slowly, he pushes the fabric aside and—

The first brush of his fingers against bare skin has you gripping at his shoulders, nails digging in as your breath stutters. Sylus groans, like he’s the one affected, like the feeling of you—hot, wet, ready—is enough to ruin him.

"Oh, sweetheart," he rasps, pressing a slow, teasing circle against your clit that has your thighs twitching around him. "You feel fucking good. Already soaked for me."

Your reply dies in your throat when he presses a finger inside, slow at first, stretching you open, watching you with hooded, hungry eyes. His lips part, his breath heavy as he drinks in the way you react to him—how your body moves, how you cling to him, how you can barely stop yourself from rocking into his touch, chasing more.

He groans, voice wrecked. "Shit, kitten, if I don’t get my mouth on you soon, I might lose my fucking mind."

You’re about to respond when the system chimes again, smug as ever.

"Ninety-six percent compliance. Encouraging oral stimulation."

Sylus freezes. Then, he laughs, low and dangerous against your skin. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your hip, eyes flashing as he grins up at you. "For once, I think I actually agree with them."

And then he ruins you.

His mouth is everywhere—hot, open-mouthed kisses dragging over your stomach, lower, teasing, before he bites at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you jolt. He soothes it immediately with his tongue, his hands pressing your thighs wider as he hums against your skin, utterly fucking delighted with the way you react to him.

"You’re shaking even more now, kitten," he murmurs, dragging his tongue up, closer—not close enough. "You’re so fucking sensitive, you feel this everywhere, don’t you?"

You don’t get a chance to answer, because then his mouth is on you.

Your gasp turns into something embarrassingly close to a whine as his tongue flicks over your clit, slow and teasing at first, like he wants to draw it out, make you squirm. But he doesn’t last long before giving in, before groaning against you and devouring you properly, like he needs this as much as he needs to breathe.

"Fucking hell," the leader of the Onychinus growls against you, one hand gripping your thigh, the other pressing his fingers back inside you, curling just right until your back arches against the mattress. "So fucking pretty down here, baby—hot and wet, fucking made for me."

You can barely think—your hands are in his silver hair, tugging hard, your nails scraping against his scalp, and he groans, rutting against the mattress like he’s the one getting lost in it. His pace is relentless—messy, desperate, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers, dragging you higher and higher until you’re shaking under him, gasping his name like a prayer.

"Fuck, look at you—dripping for me, taking my fingers so fucking well." He curls them deeper, groaning when you squeeze around him. "Bet you’d feel even better around my cock."

The system purrs again, amused.

"Ninety-nine percent compliant. Initiating final stage. Complimentary aftercare available."

Sylus laughs, muffled against your skin, breathless and wrecked. "Sweetheart, I think we just won the jackpot."

But he doesn’t stop.

If anything, he doubles down, lapping at you like he’s starving, fingers moving in deep, rhythmic strokes that have your legs trembling around him. His free hand slides up your torso, palming your breast, thumb circling over a sensitive peak before his mouth follows, closing around it with a sinful groan. His tongue flicks, sucks, sending sharp pulses of heat through you, making you arch against him, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Sylus—fuck," you gasp, the sound wrecked, raw.

He grins against your skin, teeth dragging, biting, soothing as he works you over like it’s his job, like he wants to unravel you piece by piece. "You’re taking me so well, kitten," he murmurs, voice rough with arousal, pressing another deep kiss to your plush thigh before sucking another mark there. "Come on—let me feel you. Let go, cum for me."

And fuck, you do.

Your vision goes white-hot as pleasure rips through you, a cry spilling from your lips as your body locks up beneath him, trembling as waves of sensation crash over you. Sylus moans when he feels it, the way you tighten around his long pretty fingers, the way your thighs press in around his head, like you can’t decide if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

The man doesn’t give you the chance to decide.

His fingers slow, easing you through it, his mouth pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your thighs, your stomach, working his way back up, soothing, worshipping as you come down from the high.

When he finally looks at you, his lips are slick, his pupils blown wide with hunger as he hovers over you, breathing hard. His body is burning, every muscle tense, like he’s on the edge of breaking.

"Sweetheart," he rasps, pressing his forehead to yours, breath hot against your lips. "You look so fucking pretty when you come."

You barely have time to catch your breath before you feel it—him, hard and aching against your thigh. His hips twitch, rutting against you without thinking, and he lets out a low, shuddering groan like it’s physically painful to hold back.

Your hands slide down between you, finding the waistband of his pants, palming him through the fabric. A low moan reverberates over the back of his throat, hips jerking into your touch like he’s losing it.

"You need me too, don’t you?" you whisper, pressing a slow, teasing stroke over the straining fabric, watching the way his jaw locks.

"Princess," he grits out, hands tightening on your hips like he’s barely hanging on. "If you keep that up, it won’t end well for you"

Your fingers hook into the waistband, pushing them lower, lower—

And then, because the universe hates you, the system chimes again.

"One hundred percent compliance achieved. Congratulations! Proceeding with protective measures. Complimentary refreshments available post-activity."

And just like before, condoms and more flower petals rain from the ceiling like some kind of fucked-up celebration.

Sylus wheezes out a laugh, collapsing against you, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he shakes with it, breathless. "Oh my fucking god."

You slap his arm, mortified, your own face burning. "I hate this place."

He snickers, rolling his hips against yours, making you gasp at the friction. "Think we should make use of all these free supplies?"

You glare at him, but your nails are already dragging down his muscled back, pulling him closer.

"Shut up and fuck me, Sylus."

"Noted, kitten."

Your fingers slip lower, pushing his leather pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, flushed, thick, and aching. The breath he lets out is shattered, his hips jerking at the first brush of your fingers around him. He’s heavy in your palm, the heat of him burning against your skin as you stroke along the length, slow, teasing, reveling in the way his head drops forward, his grip on your hips tightening like he’s this close to breaking.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans, voice wrecked. His forehead drops against yours, his breath hot, uneven, his body trembling against you. "You have no idea how bad I need you."

You tighten your grip slightly, dragging your thumb over the flushed tip, smearing the slick there, and he growls, hips twitching, rutting into your hand like he can’t help himself. His cock is so pretty, long and thick, the veins along the shaft prominent, the head a deep shade of pink, glistening with precum. He looks good in your hands, and the thought of him inside you makes your thighs squeeze around his hips.

"You’re making a mess, Sylus," you murmur, dragging your nails up his pale back with your free hand, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. "Guess I’ll have to put some effort into cleaning you up." You don’t know where the confidence comes from—perhaps it’s the fault of this goddamn place, you conclude.

His head snaps up at that, crimson eyes wild as he stares at you, and then he’s grabbing your wrist, stopping your movements just long enough to rip one of the conveniently gifted condoms from the air.

"Not happening, sweetheart," he mutters, tearing the foil open with his teeth before rolling it down over his length with a shaky hand. "You wanna play? Fine. But I’m not letting you get me off before I fuck you thoroughly."

His voice is thick with arousal, a low, predatory purr as he shifts, positioning himself between your thighs. He pauses, though—just for a second—eyes flicking down to you, to your body beneath him, to your bra shoved up over your tits, your panties still pushed to the side, your skin flushed and wrecked from how thoroughly he’s already had you.

His cock twitches at the sight.

"Look at you, kitten," he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock along your soaked folds, groaning at the wet heat. "So fucking messy already. Think you can take me?"

Your fingers dig into his arms, nails pressing hard, desperate. "Sylus, I swear to fucking—"

He laughs—low, smug, thrilled—before pushing inside in one slow, stretching thrust.

The burn is immediate, a dizzying mix of pleasure and pressure, your body giving way to him inch by inch, the stretch just toeing the line of too much. Your breath shudders out in a strangled gasp, back arching as he bottoms out, filling you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Sylus groans, his forehead dropping to yours, breath hot and ragged. "Tight little pussy taking me so fucking well. Made for this, aren’t you?"

You gasp, struggling to catch your breath, voice breaking as you stammer, "S-Shut up, Sylus. Just… just move."

His smirk is pure sin. "Oh, so you do like being stretched open on my cock. Knew it."

You slap a hand weakly against his shoulder, but it only makes him laugh—low and filthy—before he does as you asked, pulling out just to the tip before driving back in, making you keen.

The first roll of his hips is slow, almost gentle, but it’s mocking—a tease, a cruel promise of what’s coming. Then he pulls back, almost all the way out, before slamming back in with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs.

A broken cry tears from your throat as Sylus snarls, gripping your hips so tight you know you’ll feel it tomorrow, dragging you up to meet every brutal thrust. It’s needy, messy, desperate—like neither of you can hold back anymore, like your bodies are moving on pure instinct, chasing the friction, the high, the inevitable collapse.

"That’s it, kitten," he coos, but his voice is wrecked, shaking, just as desperate as you are. "Taking it so fucking good. Could fuck you for hours, pump you full, watch you drip with it—"

You shudder, but your lips curl, voice breathless, teasing despite how wrecked you are. "All talk, Sylus. You think you could last hours?"

His answering growl is something dark, something feral, and his thrusts turn brutal, each one driving deep, dragging you closer to the edge. "Oh, sweetheart," he purrs, voice thick with amusement and something darker. "I could keep you in this bed for days. Stretch you open every way I want, make you cum until you can’t fucking move."

The system chimes somewhere in the background, the voice of AI drowned by the obscene sounds.

"Reminder: Reproduction temporarily restricted. Override available after sustained coupling."

Sylus lets out a breathless laugh, his head dropping to the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering for half a second before he growls and drives in even deeper, making you sob.

"Fucking tease," he rasps against your skin, biting at your throat before pulling back to watch the way your body takes him, how you clench around him with every ruthless thrust. "Bet you’d love that, huh? Letting me fuck a baby into you? Too bad, sweetheart—guess we’ll just have to settle for fucking you stupid instead."

The words make heat coil in your stomach, too much, too good, the pleasure winding tight, tight, tight—

"Come on, sweetheart," Sylus groans, dragging a hand between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles in rhythm with his thrusts, sending sparks of pleasure rocketing through your spine. "Give it to me. Wanna feel you cum all over my cock once more."

And fuck, you do.

Your vision blanks, pleasure ripping through you so hard you barely hear the keening cry that tears from your lips. Your body clamps down around him, squeezing so tight Sylus snarls, burying himself to the hilt as he loses it completely.

A guttural fuck spills from his lips as he fucks you through it, pace going messy, erratic, rutting into you like he can’t stop, like he needs this just as badly as you do. His head drops to your shoulder, teeth grazing over sweat-damp skin as he groans, chasing his own high—

And then he breaks.

His body shudders against yours as he spills into the condom, hips twitching with each pulse of pleasure, breath ragged and heavy as he rides it out. His hands shake where they grip you, his entire body wrecked, chest heaving against yours as the aftershocks roll through him.

But he doesn’t stop.

Sylus barely gives you time to catch your breath before he’s pulling back just enough to look at you, his crimson eyes dark, pupils blown wide with hunger. His cock still hard, still throbbing inside you, twitching like it never got enough.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he breathes, dragging a hand down your side, fingers pressing into sweat-slick skin. "Still so fucking tight around me. Still need more, don’t you?"

You don’t answer—not with words. You just whimper, legs tightening around his waist, and his grin sharpens.

"Say it."

You shudder, the words barely a whisper. "I… I need more."

Sylus pulls out, the drag of it making you shudder, before he sits back on his heels, peeling the condom off with a flick of his wrist and tossing it somewhere behind him. Then he grabs another from the endless supply still littering the sheets and tears it open, rolling it on with practiced ease.

Before you can even process it, he’s flipping you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up, arching your back like he wants you to break for him.

"Up, kitten," he orders, his palm landing on the curve of your ass, squeezing before dragging a line up your spine. "There you go. Keep those legs spread for me."

The first thrust knocks the air from your lungs.

Sylus drives into you from behind, the new angle deeper, sharper, the head of his cock pressing right against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You cry out, fingers scrambling against the sheets, head dropping forward—

"Nah, sweetheart," he growls, yanking your head by the nape, forcing your eyes forward—

Right to the mirror above the large bed.

Your reflection stares back at you—your flushed skin, your wrecked expression, the way your body moves with every thrust, how you take him so fucking perfectly.

Sylus groans, his free hand gripping your hip, fucking into you with brutal, needy strokes. "Look at you. Taking me so fucking well. Bet you’ve never seen yourself like this before, huh?" His grip tightens, forcing you to keep your gaze locked on the mirror, on the way his cock drags out of your soaked pussy before slamming back in. "Watch me fuck you, sweetheart. Watch how fucking good you look taking me."

You whimper, the pleasure stealing your voice, but he just smirks.

"You wanted more, didn’t you? Then fucking watch."

And then, softer, lips brushing your ear, voice dripping with praise—

"Such a good girl, taking me so well. Perfect little pussy, squeezing me just right. Fucking made for me, aren’t you?"

The system hums again, voice sultry, almost mocking—

"Performance levels exceeding threshold. Further restrictions lifted. Proceeding with natural coupling."

Sylus stills, his breath hitching against your skin. His grip on your waist tightens as he leans back just enough to look at you, to take in your wrecked expression, the way your body trembles beneath him, flushed and glistening under the dim, red glow of the room.

"Sweetie," he murmurs, dragging a large hand down your spine, lingering at the dip of your lower back before curling around your hip. "They’re really giving us the green light, huh?"

You can barely process it, barely think—your body still twitching from the last peak, your breath uneven, pupils blown as you meet his gaze through the mirror above you. And Sylus? He looks ruined, silver hair damp, sweat clinging to his sharp jawline, strands falling into his wild, feral eyes as he devours you with his gaze.

His cock twitches inside you, still hard, still aching.

"One more, kitten," he murmurs, sliding his hands up your ribs, his body draping over yours, lips tracing the shell of your ear, dragging slow along the side of your throat. "Let me feel you raw this time. Wanna feel all of you."

The lights flicker, the deep red glow bouncing off sweat-slick skin, casting shadows that make everything blur between dream and reality. You’re both too far gone, too delirious to do anything but give in, to let instinct take over as he pulls back just enough to drag the head of his cock through your soaked folds, teasing, torturous, making sure you feel it.

Then, in a voice that’s all hunger, all heat—

"Tell me you want it. Say the words, sweetheart. Let me have you raw."

Your breath catches, and for a second, it feels like you’re floating, the mix of overstimulation, pleasure, and the room’s heavy, heady atmosphere making everything too much. You feel like you might actually astral project from how devastatingly good this is.

"Sylus—" you gasp, fingers tightening in the sheets, thighs trembling and covered in your own slick. "Do it."

He groans, deep and wrecked, pulling back slightly before reaching down between you. His hand drags over your hip before gripping the base of his cock, and then—

He slides the used condom off, tossing it somewhere behind him again with a flick of his wrist, never once breaking eye contact. "Guess we don’t need that anymore, huh?" His voice is thick with amusement, lazy and dripping with something dark, something dangerous.

Before you can respond, he grips himself, tapping the head of his cock against your swollen, messy folds—light, teasing slaps that send jolts of overstimulated pleasure straight through you. He does it again, watching the way you twitch, the way your breath stutters, the little sounds you make just from that.

"Look at you," he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock through your slick, teasing your entrance but not pushing in yet. "So sensitive. You gonna be good and take me like this?"

You whimper, hips jerking forward, but he tuts, pinning you down effortlessly. "So desperate," he muses, pressing just the tip inside, stretching you just barely before pulling back, making you chase him. "You want it that bad, kitten? Want me to fuck you without anything in the way?"

"Yes," you gasp, voice shaking. "Please, Sylus—"

His smirk sharpens. "That’s my girl."

And then he pushes in, slow at first, dragging it out so you feel every inch of him bare, every ridge, every vein, every bit of heat sinking into you, making your body tremble beneath his. His hands press your hips down, holding you in place as he sinks deeper, filling you completely, burying himself to the hilt.

His breath shudders against your skin. "Fuck, you feel even better like this. So warm, so tight, squeezing me just right."

His fingers slide back up to your mouth, pressing against your lips again. "Open up," he murmurs, and when you do, he slides his fingers inside, letting you suck, letting you moan around them as he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts at first, making you feel him, making sure you know just how well he fits inside you raw.

The sound of your bodies meeting is obscene, loud in the dimly lit room, the red glow casting both of you in something wicked, primal.

And then, his fingers leave your swollen lips just to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make your spine arch, exposing your throat to him. His grip is firm, just tight enough, just enough to make your breath hitch, make your pulse thunder beneath his fingertips.

"Look at yourself, kitten," he pants, his voice unraveling. "Look at how good you look taking me. I for one can’t get enough of the sight."

Your half-lidded gaze meets his in the mirror, and the image is ruinous. The way he’s got you bent beneath him, the way his body moves with yours, the frenzied look in his eyes as he fucks you like he’s starving for it.

His free hand is dragging down your chin, your throat, before gripping your waist again, holding you steady as he pounds into you, hard, deep, needy.

"You feel that?" he growls, his voice wild, broken, desperate. "Nothing between us. You’re taking me so well, squeezing me like you never want me to stop."

And, god, you don’t.

Sylus groans, pressing his forehead against yours, lips brushing the back of your shoulder, panting against you. "I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. Make sure you never want another but me."

You whimper, overwhelmed, eyes rolling back as your entire body tenses, the pleasure winding tight, so tight—

And then he snaps, fingers tightening in your hair, hips slamming forward, voice breaking on a snarl as he chokes out, "Come for me. Now, another one, please."

You shatter, pleasure consuming you, leaving you wrecked, boneless, shaking so hard your vision flickers, you might knock out at this rate. Sylus follows with a groan, burying himself deep, pressing his weight into you, making sure not a single drop is wasted. His grip is bruising, possessive, as he forces himself even deeper, grinding his hips in slow, sharp rolls, milking himself inside you.

"Princess," he rasps, voice wrecked, almost delirious, forehead pressing against your shoulder. "You feel that? So full of me. You're gonna keep it all in, yeah?" His fingers slip down between your legs, pressing over your sensitive, ruined clit before trailing up, where his cum is already threatening to spill out. He hums, pressing a lazy, teasing kiss to your jaw. "Messy already. Maybe I should stuff you again just to be sure."

You whimper, body still twitching, barely able to catch your breath, and Sylus grins, tilting your hips up, keeping himself locked inside you like he owns you. "Yeah, kitten. Just like that. Keep me inside. Let me feel you full a little longer."

The system hums, utterly pleased—

"Sustained coupling confirmed. Partners encouraged to hydrate before resuming."

Sylus shakes his head before letting out a laugh against your skin, still buried inside you, still twitching with aftershocks. "Kitten, I think we’re about to die here."

You groan, slapping a hand weakly against his arm. "You first."

Then a thought hits you, sluggish and delayed, because your brain is scrambled, barely functioning beyond the overstimulation and exhaustion humming in your limbs. Your brows furrow, your voice hazy as you mumble, "Wait… are we sure we can’t get out?"

The leader of Onychinus freezes for half a second before his body shakes with laughter—actual laughter, deep and wicked as he tilts his head back against the mattress. "Oh, kitten… don’t tell me you just figured that out."

Your stomach drops. "Sylus," you croak, turning your head to glare at him. "Tell me you’re lying."

His grin is all teeth, sharp and pleased. "Sweetheart, that door unlocked at least an hour ago. Maybe longer. AI was just egging us on."

Your jaw drops, your face burning so hot you feel like you might actually die of humiliation. "You mean to tell me we’ve been at this for hours when we could have left?!"

Sylus hums, tracing lazy circles along your hip, utterly unrepentant. "Technically, yes. But—we had fun, didn’t we?" He pecks the side of your neck, tender.

You groan, throwing an arm over your face. "I hate you."

He leans in even more, pressing slow, taunting kisses along your jaw, dragging his teeth just enough to make you shudder. "Liar."

You whimper, squirming under his touch, and he just chuckles, rolling his hips slightly against yours, his cock still hard inside you. His breath fans against your cheek, teasing, full of mock pity.

"Face it, kitten," he murmurs, voice wrecked but still so smug, "you love it here."

You groan, rolling your eyes even as your traitorous body melts further into him. "I love leaving. I love not being trapped in a godforsaken AI-run love dungeon with a menace like you."

Sylus just hums, unconvinced. "And yet, you stayed."

"The pheromones made me stay," you shoot back. "Don’t get cocky."

His grin stretches wide, lazy and self-satisfied. "Too late for that, sweetheart."

Before you can snap back, the system chimes again—because of course it does.

"Complimentary post-coital refreshments available in the lobby. Please remember to hydrate."

With a dramatic sigh, he finally pulls out of you, his body still pressed close as he eases you down onto the mattress, shifting beside you with an exaggerated stretch. His hands are already on you again, smoothing over your waist, fingers dragging lazily along your spine, like he can’t bring himself to stop touching you.

"We are never talking about this again."

"Mmm. Sure," Sylus muses, nosing at your temple. "Just as soon as I tell Luke and Kieran how we heroically secured the Spatium Core Fragment."

You slap a hand over his mouth. "I will actually kill you."

Sylus licks your palm.

With an exaggerated groan, you yank your hand away, rolling onto your stomach, feeling the mess between your legs, the soreness setting in.

"Easy, sweetheart," he murmurs as he tugs the nearest blanket over your body, fingers trailing over your arm, absentminded and soothing. "You good?"

You blink up at him, head still foggy, body buzzing in the aftershocks. "No. I am permanently broken. I will never recover."

He smirks, tracing a slow line down your spine. "That good, huh?"

You groan, shoving your face into the pillow. "I walked right into that one."

His laugh is softer now, less teasing, as he turns onto his side, propping his head up with one arm. "Drink something before you pass out, kitten. AI’s probably right about that one."

You sigh, peeking up at him, and—yeah, he’s perfect. Infuriating, cocky, an absolute menace, but perfect.

Not that you’d ever admit that out loud.

Instead, you huff, rolling onto your back. "Fine. But only because I refuse to die in here and let you have the satisfaction of telling that story."

Sylus grins, grabbing one of the bottles the AI so kindly provided, cracking the cap before handing it over. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

You take the bottle, pressing it to your lips, already plotting your revenge.

Then, with absolutely no warning, something small and crystalline clinks onto the floor with a faint tink, rolling slightly before coming to a stop against one of Sylus' discarded gloves.

Both of you freeze.

Slowly, you turn your heads toward the source of the noise, blinking at the tiny, jagged fragment now resting in the dim red glow of the room. No grand retrieval, no dramatic containment process. Just... falling out of wherever the hell it had been stuck.

The Spatium Core Fragment.

Sylus stares at it, then at you. Then back at it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you say flatly.

Sylus stares at it, then at you. Then back at it.

You prop yourself up on one elbow, utterly deadpan. "You mean to tell me we could have just sat here and waited for it to fall out of the damn ceiling?"

Sylus lets out a long, suffering sigh, then flops back onto the mattress, dragging a hand down his face. "This has got to be the most anticlimactic heist I’ve ever pulled."

You snort, collapsing back against the pillows. "Honestly? We deserved that."

Sylus groans, rubbing his hands down his face. "All that effort, all that running, all that—"

"Fucking?" you supply, far too smug.

He shoots you a look, but his lips twitch. "And fucking. Just for the damn thing to fall out of the ceiling like a loose lightbulb."

You hum in mock consideration. "Well, at least we can say we worked hard for it."

Sylus tilts his head, eyeing you. "You really gonna phrase it like that?"

You stretch lazily, already feeling the soreness setting in, but the smirk on your face is all teeth. "Oh, absolutely. You think Luke and Kieran don’t already assume the worst of us? Might as well confirm their suspicions."

Sylus groans again, but he’s grinning as he pulls you closer, tucking you under his arm. "You are an absolute menace."

"Right back at you, sweetie."

The AI chimes again—because of course, it does.

"Alert: Unauthorized activity detected. External surveillance ping received. Xander personnel may be en route. Please secure all belongings and prepare for potential contact."

Both of you glance at the Spatium Core Fragment, still resting on the floor where it so rudely interrupted your moment. Neither of you move.

"Are you actually serious right now?!," you say immediately.

Sylus sighs. "Goddamn it."

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muqingslover · 20 hours ago

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[ I've seen how Caleb is often described to be a sex god without any experience at every first time (and I eat it up) but I also think we should discuss the other side of it. Kinda of an addition to my previous post ]

Let's discuss virgin Caleb that since he hit puberty has been struggling with his own desires and when he finally received the green light from you it's like a dam was unleashed.

This man is BEYOND sensitive. And so damn needy too, to the point that greedy would be a much more suitable word for him.

He started having wet dreams about you after the first kiss and the walk of shame to the bathroom every morning to wash his boxers is very real.

He's got a leaking and painful boner every time you kiss him for a little too long and he can't get enough of the taste of your tongue on his.

Having you on his lap is both bliss and torture. He'd try to hide the fact he's hard the first few times, not wanting to scare or pressure you, but each time your hips pressed down against his boner he'd be rolling his eyes back into his head and forcing down a groan.

I'm a dry-humping truther and I firmly believe the first time he came with you was by rubbing himself against your leg like the dog he is while you two were making out.

Caleb is mortified about his first experience with a blow job and he wishes you'd forget such an embarrassing moment of him.

But in all honesty, it wasn't his fault. You offered out of nowhere, which left him no time to mentally prepare, and just by having you kneeling down in front of him with your hand wrapped around his cock had him gripping the edge of the desk behind him, to the point the wood creaked at the sheer pressure.

And when you licked along the precum that was dripping down his length and pushed your tongue against his swollen tip he came and he came hard. His cum coating your face, getting onto some parts of your hair and in your mouth.

It goes without saying that he spent the rest of the day apologizing, but the sight of you swallowing his cum that had gotten onto your lips made him dizzy and hard again.

I'm sure he'll be fantastic in bed eventually, but your first time is a mess. Literally. Caleb is so eager to explore the body he's desired for so long and to please you as much as you do to him.

Everywhere he can reach is littered with dark and very obvious hickeys.

He'd have your hands pinned next or above your head so you couldn't touch him otherwise he knows he won't last at all.

Though, all his efforts bear no fruit because the second this man bottoms out inside of your warm and tight insides he is cumming again.

His body would tremble as he held his entire weight on his forearms to not crush you and he bit down on his lips.

After switching condoms, you'd have to get on top while his shaky legs recover from his orgasm and oh gods he's really trying his fucking best right now.

He's panting against your neck when you roll your hips and cause a loud moan to escape his lips, followed by his strong arms wrapping around your middle like a bear hug as if to keep himself grounded. It's rather cute, really.

He'd come with you this time, if not a little before from you clenching around his cock and the sweet whimpers because he's oh so very sensitive.

His hands would feel up your thighs then shamelessly grab your ass while he looked up at you, loving the view of you on top of him and he's got the cockiest grin you've ever seen on his face.

Now we're talking about someone with YEARS of suppressed sexual desires so you better brace yourself because he's far from done.

Caleb would use the entire night to learn everything he possibly can about your body, besides what he already knew. Each sweet spot that make you cry so good for him and just how deep he can hit inside of you to have you gasping for more.

He's sloppy, he's desperate, he's pathetic and it's messy. He'd ask between shaky breaths and his tone is almost whiny "Does that good? I need you to talk to me sweetheart, c'mon."

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Teach me how to make you feel good."

"Can I go deeper? Fuck- Please? Please? you feel so good-"

"I can't stop— Just one more, I'll make it good for you too, please, gods please, I need more of you or I'll go insane."

Caleb is the type of pathetic loser that would get a nosebleed while he pounded into you for the nth time.

He'd kiss you when you showed concern, spit trickling down your chin as the taste of iron would spread on your tongue before he pulled away to admire the sight of you completely disheveled for him. Because of him.

He licks the few drops on your chest, the crimson smearing with the sweat glistening on your skin and leaving a trail that only added to the perverted satisfaction that you're his.

Almost every position is crossed off the list in a single night and he's willing to do anything you ask of him. You want to ride him again? He's sat. You want him to hit it from the back? He's got you on your hands and knees already. You want him to eat you out? Please, by all means take a seat on his face. You have complete control over everything that happens most of the time.

It's morning by the time you two pass out, or run out of condoms in the box honestly, but you can fully expect him to try something when he gets into the shower with you the next day. Hey, he's just helping you clean up like a good boyfriend should ;) .

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loverindeepspace · 1 day ago

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#love and deepspace #lads #love and deepspace x reader #lads x reader #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #sylus x you #sylus qin #sylus x mc #l&ds sylus #sylus lnd #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #sylus smut

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catbolt · 2 days ago

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sylus x reader late night swim

"Well, well... aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Sylus murmurs softly, his muscular arms hanging casually off the edge of the pool as he reclines back in the water. You feel his eyes rake over you painfully slowly, his gaze lazy and sated as he takes in all your assets framed beautifully by a little black bikini— one of the gifts he'd gotten you for your birthday a few months prior. "I was wondering when I'd finally get to see you wear that thing. I was starting to think you didn't like it."

"'Course I liked it, just didn't have the occasion for it...." You trail off, noticing the way the pool water's glowing blue reflection sends shivering, shimmering shadows across the surface of his chest. Your inadvertent glance there isn't lost on Sylus, and the corner of his mouth tweaks upward into a catlike smirk. "Join me." He raises a hand to beckon you closer.

Not needing to be told twice, you sink into the warm water, wading towards him. His hands pull you closer instantly, greedily, slotting against your hips like puzzle pieces as he teasingly tugs at the strings of your bikini bottoms. His lips find your ear, pressing a kiss to its shell as he pulls you against him. The only sound other than your soft mingled breaths is the gentle hum of the pool lights that illuminate you both from below. "This is nice, isn't it?"

"Breaking news, Sylus Qin discovers tropical vacations are nice," you tease, nipping softly at his shoulder with a playful bite. You grimace slightly as you taste chlorine on his skin, and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at the sight.

"What if we just... stayed here forever?" He murmurs softly into your hair, one of his hands coming up to wrap protectively around your shoulders. He rests his chin on her head, looking up at a dark night sky patterned with a quilt of stars that wink down at him. He can't recall the last time he saw so many stars— certainly not in back home in the N109 Zone.

"What if indeed," you chuckle, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Maybe after thirty years of this you'd finally learn to decompress."

He ruffles your hair. "You're saying I don't know how to relax," he smirks. "Fine. Just watch me. The rest of this vacation I'll relax so hard."

"You can't 'relax hard'. That's the whole point of relaxing." You press a chaste kiss against his jaw, which elicits a pleased purr from him that rumbles deep in his chest. His deep red eyes twinkle with a mischievous mirth as he looks down at you.

"Alright then, pretty girl. Show me how to relax softly."

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spokenforyou · 3 days ago

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sylus x fem reader

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synopsis: sylus is in a frenzy and you’re his only cure notes: based on the newest “Innocent Bird Cage” enjoy! :3 warnings: vulgarity, nsfw, unprotected, swearing, hickeys, marks of ownership, biting, light spanking wc: 2.9k

[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]

“How does it feel…To watch me from outside the cage?”

Sylus is going through yet another frenzy, something you had just found out about. He’s feral, he’s needing, he’s wanting, he’s craving. You and only you.

You’re the only one able to tame him, and although he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s unable to get himself under control…

You stand in the cage with him, and he suddenly lunges at you. His arms coming to fly around you, one snaking down to your waist and the other near your neck. Sylus nibbles at your ear and presses his body firmly against you.

“Sweetie, I can’t hold back from you. You smell so divine, and I know you taste even better…” He drags his mouth down to your neck, biting it and claiming you as his.

“Sylus, how can I help you get out of this state?” You whisper and he only chuckles, hands running higher up your body.

“You can give yourself to me…Tame me, darling.” His words send shivers down your spine because you know you can’t resist him. Although he’s in this state, you are craving him just as badly.

He lets out an animalistic huff of need against your neck where he is breathing in your scent.

“Please…Please…” he croaks out, his heart racing a million miles an hour.

Everything within him is screaming for you to just give in. He wants you with every fiber of his being; he craves your touch that could soothe the wildfire within him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his body tense behind you, and you gulp.

“Is it the only way?” You almost hesitate to ask.

Sylus lets out a possessive growl, his grip on you becoming more firm yet almost desperate. He doesn’t want it to be the only way, but his mind is not fully his right now.

Desire and a need only you can quench consumed his body. He presses his lips against the column of your neck, letting them trail up to your ear as he huskily says, “You’re my only way, sweetheart… I need you…”

You turn to look at him, his eyes nearly glowing in the dim room, his face flushed, and body heaving. Your eyes drop to his lips and they’re parted slightly, almost so he can breathe correctly.

Sylus holds everything back, just to not pounce on you, needing your consent, but damn, is it hard. If you don’t help him, he’ll go insane.

“Please…” You hear him whisper as he looks down at you, something you’ve never heard him say, and at that moment you give in.

“If it’s the only way…” You nod and Sylus instantly crashes his lips down onto yours before you can even blink.

His lips chasing yours in a messy kiss that he’s been craving for what feels like decades. His tongue meets yours and he groans, pulling you against him.

Your hands come up to tangle in his hair, his new mullet hairstyle. It was enough to make you just as insane. A style only he could pull off.

He growls and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.

Sylus’ hands grip your bottom tightly while he holds you, and he feels his body growing harder and hotter.

You break the kiss and look at him, his eyes now nearly fluttering. “Sylus, not in here…” you refer to the cage and he nods.

He walks the two of you out of the cage that feels like his prison and he leaves the room. Sylus finds his way to a separate room and drags the two of you in there, his legs nearly giving out, the need taking over his body.

Thankfully, there’s a bed in the center of the room. He carries you over and drops you on it, your body sinking into the soft mattress.

As soon as he has you within the confines of a private room, Sylus is upon you again, his body fitting between your thighs as he holds himself over you.

His fiery intensity dilates his eyes, and his breathing is heavy. You have never seen him so vulnerable yet so hungry at the same time.

He leans down to kiss you, his teeth nipping and his tongue hungrily demanding entrance. You instantly allow entry and he groans.

His body grinds against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible, wanting to feel every inch of you against him. He groans into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your curves like a man lost in the desert finally finding an oasis.

His body, his mind, everything is on fire. The fire only growing stronger as he ravages you; you were his cure.

Sylus moves down your jawline, trailing kisses as he reaches your neck. He sucks and nips, leaving his mark on your skin, wanting to claim you as his own.

“I need you…You only…” he growls against your neck, his hands already undressing you with an intense desperation.

Now you feel your boys beginning to heat, and a pool forming between your legs. You’ve never been so turned on by how desperate he seems. Like you were his kryptonite.

Sylus then tears your clothing as if they’re nothing, needing to get to the skin underneath. His mouth moves over your chest, his tongue and teeth teasing and tasting your skin.

It’s as if he’s starved for you, as if he can’t get enough. He wants to touch, feel, taste… possess every bit of you.

He kisses and sucks his way down your body, his hands holding your hips in place as he worships every inch of your skin. A man gone mad is all you see.

Leaving a trail of marks, claiming you as his one and only. He reaches the apex of your thighs and he looks up at you, his eyes filled with raw need and a primal hunger.

“Please, Sy…” You whisper out a whine, now you were the desperate one. He smirks and licks his lips quickly; he doesn’t need to be told twice.

Sylus leans down, his tongue tasting you, savoring your very essence, your very being. He growls against you, his hands holding your thighs apart as he drinks you in like a man dying of thirst.

“So fucking good…” He moans against you, and the vibrations travel up your body, his name leaving your lips in return.

He’s relentless, his tongue working you skillfully, his mouth demanding that you come undone for him, for him and only him.

His grip on your thighs tightens, his tongue finding that sweet spot that makes you arch against him, and he doubles down on it, wanting to feel you unravel under his touch.

Sylus’ eyes lock on your face, his eyes memorize everything you do, every squeeze of your eyes, and drop of your jaw. He drinks it in, thirsty.

Your body tightens and the tension in your body grows, signaling you’re close. Sylus feels the way your body shakes, and he growls, his cock hardening beyond relief, almost as if he was going to cum with you at that very moment.

He found pleasure in pleasuring you, and he needed you to soak him, to drown him.

“Sylus, I…” You moan and your back arches; his hands hold you down as he continues to devour you.

He doesn’t let up, his tongue and mouth working in perfect harmony to bring you to your peak. He can feel your thighs tremble, your body tense up, and he can tell that you’re on the brink.

Sylus growls against you, his voice a raspy command, “Cum for me sweetheart…Let me taste you…”

“I, Fuck…” You let out a whine and come undone not even one second after he speaks.

Your hips buck against his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as he laps in your juices. His mind filled with bliss and hunger, he savors you to the very last drop.

He finally pulls away, his lips and chin glistening with your essence, his eyes burning with a primal fire.

He crawls up your body, his own body pressing against yours, his muscular form a stark contrast to your soft curves.

He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and you let out a dirty moan. The two of you loved tasting each other, and he fucking knew it.

His body grinds against yours, his hard length already pressing against your lower stomach through his clothes, hot and aching for you.

He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his voice ragged and needful, “I need you… I need you now… Please sweetheart…Please…”

You nod and he quickly strips off his clothes, tossing them somewhere on the floor nearby before he leans back down.

His hands are on your hips again, lifting you up to meet him; he can no longer hold back the primal need to be inside you.

With a smooth movement, he pushes into you, a guttural moan escaping his and your lips as he finally feels the heat and slickness of your body enveloping him.

He lets out a deep moan, his eyes closing briefly as pleasure races through him, his need finally being satisfied. He didn’t give you time to adjust, and he instantly thrusts, slowly but not as gentle as usual. The thickness of his length stretching you wide and you whine of pain.

“Sylus, it hurts…” tears prick your eyes although you feel intense pleasure.

“Safe word, baby…” He mutters as he continues his thrusts. Sylus knew if you were uncomfortable or wanted to stop, you’d use the safe word, hence why the two of you came up with it. You’ve never even used it.

You didn’t feel the need to use it, just needed to adjust to his size. But at that moment, he shifts his angle. Bringing your hips up to meet his, his movements growing more desperate, more wild.

His lips find your neck, his teeth and tongue finding every sensitive spot that makes you gasp and writhe beneath him. He worships you like a goddess, the only sight in his eyes.

Sylus’ cock presses deep inside your cunt, shaping your walls to fit him with every thrust. His cock nearly about to burst, edging himself until you cum first. His head drops to your neck, and he peppers kisses along your skin, muttering sweet words and words of dirty greed.

He continues his assault on your senses, his body moving in a primal dance, his need mounting, climbing to new heights as he fucks you.

His hand slides down, finding that sweet, sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing and stroking, wanting to push you over the edge once more. Your moans get louder and he nips harder at your skin before pulling away abruptly.

“Ride me.” He slips out of you with a slight groan and he lifts you up off the bed. Switching you two, he situates himself and lowers you onto his cock.

Your eyes roll back at the fill once again, the fill you missed. His hands grip your hips, leaving bruises that will last for days, but you don’t care to notice, and neither did he.

You bounce with fervor and he meets your thrusts, driving himself deeper inside of you. The head of his cock nearly pushing into your cervix, the two of you savor each other.

Sylus’ head leans back, his eyes squeeze shut and mouth gaping as you ride him. His hands help you bounce faster and harder on top of him.

“Fuck, this was all I needed…You wrapped around me, taking me like a good girl.” He mutters under his breath as he lets out a groan.

“So good, so good at this baby…” Sylus nods as his eyes slowly open to watch you. Eyes watching the way your tits bounce and he insanely leans forward to suck them.

His lips latch around one, and a hand massages and twists the nipple on the other. Your moans grow louder and his cock pulses inside of you, the two of you close.

Your words are blubbering together, and he smirks against your chest. “Cock drunk, aren’t you?” He spanks your ass and your walls squeeze him, his eyes fluttering, knowing what that means.

He can’t control the sounds escaping him, grunts and moans falling from his lips as you ride him, your body a tantalizing sight above him. His body is tensing up, his need mounting, his control slipping.

“Sy… I can’t hold it.” Moans fall from your lips and he nods. His own release is close, but he wants you to come undone first.

Sylus can feel your body tightening around him, your movements becoming more frantic, and he groans at the sensation. He sits up, his arms wrapping around you. Pulling you against him and holding you in place as he thrusts up into you with a new sense of desperation.

His mouth finds your neck, his lips and teeth working the sensitive skin as his body moves beneath you. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging in, guiding you, holding you in place.

Your moaning and the sound of skin on skin fill the room, mingling with his gruff moans.

“Cum for me... Cum for me, sweetheart..”

You reach your second orgasm and you nearly pass out, body overheating; you see stars as your body squeezes him.

The feel of your body shuddering around him, the sight of you coming undone in his lap, pushes him over the edge.

Sylus follows you into oblivion, a guttural moan escaping him as he succumbs to his own release, his body shuddering and taut against you as he releases inside of you. Filling you up with his warmth, he groans.

Continuing his thrusts, he finishes a second time, filling you up completely. The walls of your womb painted white. His moans overtaking your senses.

“I love you, I fucking love you…” Sylus whispers to you.

He holds you close, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried against your neck as he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. You lay limp in his arms, body nearly numb from pleasure.

He holds you against him, feeling your body go limp, your breath ragged and uneven. He can sense your exhaustion, your body still shuddering and trembling, the aftermath of your release and the ferocity of his own.

He presses gentle kisses against your neck, his own body slowly finding its calm as the frenzy that consumed him slowly subsides.

Sylus’ fingers gently thread through your hair. He can still taste you on his lips, the sweet and heady flavor of your desire, a sensation that he’ll never grow tired of.

He presses another soft kiss against your shoulder, his voice a low, gruff murmur.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You mutter a quiet, “Mmm… Tired and sore already…” and he chuckles.

He can imagine that you’re both feeling weary and sore, given the intensity of what just transpired between you two.

He shifts beneath you, gently lifting you off of him and laying you down on the bed, your body still trembling and shaking.

You feel a loss of emptiness as he slides out of you and you fight back a whine. He situates you on the bed so you can get comfortable and relax.

As you’re laid down on the bed, he can see the state of your body, your trembling limbs, the flush on your skin, and the evidence of your release still glistening between your thighs. He takes in the sight of you, his expression full of both concern and satisfaction.

Sylus moves to lie down beside you, pulling you in against him, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. His fingers gently brush against your skin, a silent apology for any soreness or discomfort you’re currently feeling.

“Sy…?” You speak up quietly, and he hums, his fingers continuing their patterns.

“Can you grab a washcloth for me to clean up the mess? My legs hurt and I don’t wanna move.” You chuckle and sigh.

He nods in understanding, his expression soft and caring, although you can’t see him. He shifts to sit on the edge of the bed, his gaze still trained on you.

“Of course.” He rises from the bed and disappears into the adjoining bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth in hand.

Sylus sits back down beside you, his eyes scanning over your body, taking in the sight of your still trembling form, the evidence of their shared intimacy still obvious to your skin.

He slowly, gently runs the warm cloth between your thighs, his touch soft and caring. Once he’s finished, he discards the wash cloth and lays down beside you once again.

Sylus’ hands wrap around you as he molds his body to yours, kissing your back gently. “Get some rest, baby. You’re gonna be sore in the morning.”

He feels his own exhaustion setting in and pulls you closer. Your bodies relax and you fall asleep soundly.

Just before he drifts off, Sylus’ voice, rough and barely audible, breaks the silence.

“I love you… my girl…”

And with that, he succumbs to the heaviness of his lids, letting sleep claim him, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you against his chest.

You’ve never felt more loved even in your sleep.

#lads x reader #lads smut #love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #lads sylus #smut #love and deepspace sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus #sylus smut #sylus qin #qin che #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #sylus love and deepspace

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dollwrites · 2 days ago

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ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔｔｙｐｅ ┊ lads v-day weekend blurbs ( xavier )

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, being fucked to sleep, probably somnophilia epilogue lmao, established ( ? ) fuckbuddies, some dom!xavier if you squint REALLY HARD, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Xavier, I can’t sleep…”

and that’s all it ever really takes to get your favorite neighbor into your apartment in the middle of the night— one, strategic whine over the phone and moments later, you’ll find yourself swimming through a sea of bedding on your belly, hugging your favorite pillow close to your face with both hands. you need it to muffle the flustered, eager sounds you make when Xavier’s strokes, slow but deep, hit all the right spots within your clutching heat. each swing of his hips is calculated; not a single ounce of energy and precision misguided— ensuring that you feel every throbbing vein as they caress your fluttering walls.

Xavier cages you in beneath him with both, large hands splayed out on the mattress, planted firmly on either side of your pillow, to ensure you have no room to wriggle free. the hard planes of his torso, so taut that you feel as though he’d crafted by stone itself, lay a fraction of his weight against your bare back. not nearly enough to crush you beneath the pressure, but plenty to let you feel his warm, slick skin, the gentle scraping of his peaked nipples against your shoulder blades. he’s heated and sweating, but not from exertion. his stamina could rival the gods. oh no, he’s sweating and grinding his jaw, working hard to restrain his most primal urges— to fuck you with wild abandon until you’re screaming for it. his body yearns to quicken the pace, made evident by the way his cock throbs with hardly-repressed desire.

but he knows this isn’t the time to want you dumb and drooling on his cock, and he’s being on his best behavior— however difficult it may be. tonight, he’s fucking you to sleep, lulling you to dreamland with the slow stretch and incredibly full sensation when the swollen, flared tip of his cock head nudges right up against your cervix; a subtle reminder of his size. “This is how you like it, isn’t it?” his inquiry strained and addled with lust, his hips rocking to fully hilt himself within you. you can feel the warmth and the squish of his soft, heavy balls against your slit as feeds you every inch he has to give, and you elicit a needy purr, squeezing the pillow tighter against your face. the swell of pleasure from deep within your lower belly sends and involuntary tremor along your spine, arching it, and your hazy eyes cross in sleepy, sordid delight. you can’t help yourself, even in your drowsy state, you push back into his ministration, as if begging for more, and Xavier grunts in approval against his teeth before hissing in a breathy whisper, “You want to be fucked, slow and deep, just like this, until you’re dozing off? Give yourself over to pleasure and sleep at the same time?”

your eyelids weigh a thousand pounds, so Xavier doesn’t mind if you close them, your needy mewling muffled by the pillow you bury your face in. your breath is hot and wet against the cotton pillowcase, dampening the oblong shape of your open mouth against it when you mindlessly whine for Xavier.

“Shhh, shh, shh,” he croons, hooking his chin between your shoulder and the crook of your neck. his soft lips dragging along your rapid-fire pulse beneath the skin on your throat. instead of nibbling, he suckled gently, before allowing the ridged expanse of his tongue to tease your sweet spot, right below your earlobe. “It feels so good, you just can’t keep those pretty eyes open anymore, can you? And you thought you wouldn’t be able to get to sleep…” his soft voice lilts in an ever so subtle taunting, breathy whisper against your lobe. both of his arms slide beneath the pillow to further encase you, his calloused hands— rough from years of constant wear— find yours on the underside of the pillow, and bring them together, holding them tightly in place beneath his; locked in a warm prison so there’s no way to protest the thorough, albeit sensual a fucking he’s giving you. “Your mind’s going to sleep, but your warm, little pussy is going to take me for a while longer, even as you dream, it’s okay. Just relax and enjoy the way I fill you up. Snuggle up and let my cock put you right to sleep, angel.”

#xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier #xavier x reader #xavier x mc #Xavier smut #Xavier x you #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace smut #lads smut #lads x reader #lads

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pianta · 2 days ago

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happy vday <3

★ bsky | ko-fi | ig | prints ★

#love and deepspace #lads rafayel #lads #art #illustration #artists on tumblr

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ill0usainte · 2 days ago

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But, we friends thou? 3k+

pairings: virgin!caleb x virgin!reader

cw: unprotected sex, mentions of condoms, college au, corruption, nipple play, dry humping, messy make out, rough sex, choking, overstimulation, rubbing, loss of virginity, dom!caleb, hentai reader!caleb, cherry popping (iykyk), both are inexperienced, stomach bulge, creampie, pet names (princess, pipsqueak, pretty girl), edging, nasty sex, no penetration, squirting, mentions of blood, crying

Caleb is known for being the heartthrob of the campus. He's everything that people want-- smart, handsome, athletic and was rumored to be "big" down there. A lot of girls in the campus have been gushing over your best friend. Many have been saying that he sleeps with different girls everytime-- but was it true?

And of course, in your part you don't get the hype about Caleb. Yeah, he's your first kiss but so what? As his best friend, you both share secrets with each other. And one secret that you've kept about him is that....

He's a virgin himself.

As cocky as he is-- of course he'd feed into those rumors about him just to boost his ego. Little do they know, he's just a virgin otaku who reads hentai mangas on his free time. At first, it did bother you that he started reading those-- but as time passed by, you got used and even shared some recommendations you've found. And started having interest of his likings.

"Have you seen the new publish?" He asked, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls. You leaned your back against your chair as you cross your arms.

"Of course, the art improved a lot" You answered, crossing your legs while Caleb shows you a panel of the erotic manga he's talking about. "You bet! It looks so realistic!" He chimed, pointing at the part where the girl was getting fucked and you can only push his phone away.

"Seriously, be glad that some of our classmates went out" You scoff, leaning against your desk as you grab your bag and started putting your textbooks inside. "Come on, I know you agree that scene was hot!" He raise his brow to tease.

"Shush" You silenced him and he only shrug in response as you continued putting your things inside your bag. You can't lie but that scene was really hot-- the way that the guy was dicking down the girl so good. Makes you wonder how would it feel like if it was you.

Your thoughts were pushed away when he interrupted. "Oh, I almost forgot" he said, straightening his back as he grab his bag and opened it. "I just finished the manga that you recommended me a few days ago" Grabbing the book from his bag as he placed it on your desk-- and you were quick to snatch it. It was embarassing the fact that the cover of the manga was a girl getting railed.

Hugging the book against your chest as you glare at Caleb and punched his shoulder, earning a grunt from him. "No need to be harsh, pipsqueak" He chuckled, as he looks at you in amusement.

You whisper curses at him as you opened your bag wider to fit the book in but something suddenly fall out.

A condom.

"Wha-" He froze, as his eyes widened-- looking at the packet of condom over your desk. Your eyes shifted to him as you look at him confused.

You hum, and followed where his gaze was at-- making your heart drop when you saw the packet of condom over your desk, you quickly grab it by your hand and shove it inside your bag. "Haha- my bad...." You chuckle awkwardly as you sweatdrop, closing your bag and rested your hands over your lap-- eyes glued to somewhere while you pretend nothing happened.

"I'm pretty sure that was a condom...?" Caleb thought, sweadropping also as he cleared his throat. But at the same time he wants to push your buttons--to see where you'd last.

"...an interesting thing you're carrying around...." He smiled, making you uncomfortable as you felt heat rising through your body out of embarrassment.

"It's just something I bought out of curiosity....." You answered, fixing your skirt because it was revealing a glimpse of your plushed thighs. Caleb noticed how you shift--only makes him want to push further. I mean maybe something might happen after this?

"Oh...I thought you're going to use it"

"Huh- haha no way...."

Awkwardness seeps between the both of you--while you try to not steal glances at the male. Inhaling deep as you question him.

"Do you have one, Caleb?" You asked.

"Have what?"

"Well...a condom?" You whisper, loud enough for him to hear as you toy with the ends of your skirt. Caleb blinks as he looks away, leaning against his desk while fidgeting his pen.

"I don't...not like I'd have a chance to use one anyway" He joked, shaking his head lightly. You nod at his words as you pursed you lips. You can't help but wonder if all of those rumors about him is true-- about "big" he was. Even though you knew he's a virgin there's still apart of you that doesn't believe that.

Class ended early as you and Caleb walked together. Talking about the new mangas that were published while enjoying each other's company.

"I swear that old man should stop giving us new assignments everyday" Caleb sneers, putting his hands behind his head while walking besides you.

"He should, I swear I noticed his bald spot earlier during lecture" You snort, making him laugh at your words as you joined.

You were glad that everything went to normal-- that Caleb forgot about that condom incident earlier. You can only swear that if he brings up the topic again you would just dig your own grave out of embarrassment.

The laughters piped down and you both continued walking together-- your eyes focused on your surroundings while Caleb on the other hand is urging to bring up the topic again.

"Hey"

"Hm?" You answered, eyes glued to the path.

"So, that condom talk earlier.." He spoke, looking somewhere while you paused. Cursing at yourself because you knew Caleb damn well--if something peeks his interest he wouldn't let go of it.

Inhaling deep as you face him--he puts his hands inside his pockets and gave you a sincere smile-- not that smile, you knew that he's plotting something which makes your body shiver at the sight of it.

"If someone were to ask you to 'use it' would you?" He asked, tilting his head as he waits for your reply. The question makes your body heat rise as you put a hand on your nape.

Letting out a soft awkward chuckle as you look at him "That's way to sudden" You mutter, making Caleb chuckle as he puts a hand over your head-- ruffling your hair.

"Like y'know, the thing I read on that manga you let me borrow" He said and your shoulders tensed up. Glaring at him as you pushed away his hand away from your head because it was messing up your hair.

"Hmp, don't bring me into your erotic fantasies" You huff, brows furrowed while you clutch onto the strap of your bag.

But the thought of it sends excitement through your body onto your clothed pussy-- I mean you'd always wondered what it feels like getting fucked and would you waste this chance? But the only problem is that, Caleb.

You can't imagine seeing your childhood best friend dick you down-- but the thought of it. Too consumed by your thoughts, Caleb pushed the topic further.

"So, what do you say?" He asked, making you snap back at your thoughts. You gulped as you look at him. Lowering your head while you fidget with your fingers-- hesitating if you're going to do it or not.

"We only live once, so risk it!" The voices in your head said in unison.

"I'll let him use it.."

It didn't take long for you two to arrive at Caleb's dorm. Feeling nervous as you try to calm yourself-- while Caleb on the other hand was all chill. You can't help but feel frustrated, can't even believe that you're going to loose your virginity to this man in front of you.

But what you didn't know, is that Caleb was more anxious than you. You both sat besides each other over the edge of his comfy bed as you clear your throat catching his attention.

"So what now...?"

"Right-- Uhm" Putting a hand over his nape as his usual sheepish attitude drains out of his body.

"...let's get naked first." It's rather a command than a question--Caleb nods at your words as he chuckle.

Pouting at him as your hand playfully pushed his face away from your direction "...I don't want you to look.." You confessed, face flustered making him smile as he hums.

"I'm still going to see you naked later, y'know that right?" He teased only for you to push him away more making him give up as you face his back.

Pursing your lips as you unbutton your top-- starting from the top to the button. Your eyes trailed to the figure in front of you-- Caleb removed his shirt in one go, revealing his well built back. And what got your attention was his muscular biceps. You can't help but stare at it but you were interrupted when you heard him talk.

"Like the view?" He chuckles, making you roll your eyes as you told him to shut up. As you finished unbutton your top, you slowly removed it from your body--leaving you just in your lacy bra hugging your plushed tits.

"Hey"

"Hm?" You hum. "Can I look?" Caleb asked, moving his head to the side a bit as he tried to get a glimpse of you behind. You quickly used your arms to hide your tits while glaring at him.

"You sound like a pervert"

"Come on, princess" He pleaded, Your gaze focused on his back as you sigh-- finally giving up as you removed your arms away from your chest. The man in front of you then quickly shifted his body to your direction-- now facing you as his eyes trailed on your plushed tits. His face flushed as he licked his lips-- letting out a soft chuckle while smiling.

"Wow....I couldn't tell at all that you're hiding something like these behind your clothes" He remarks, making you gulp as you sweat drop. "Is that so..." You mutter, lowering your head as your eyes focused on him.

Don't look at him with those eyes-- those doe innocent eyes of yours. Makes him want to bend you over and just fuck you on the spot.

Biting your lower lip as you both stare at each other. "Can..I touch them?" He asked, his hands clenching-- eager to touch your plushed tits. You nod at his words, he had to look at you again to make sure-- his hands tremble as he reached out to your tits in display.

Palm of his hands came in contact with your plushed tits as he gently massaged it-- he couldn't believe it, he's finally touching a literal tits right now. His gesture made your body squirm as you try to bit your lower lip to muffle your moans. Breathing softly as your hand reached behind your back to undo the hook of your bra. Unhooking it in one go as your bra fall from your shoulders as it spills out your bare tits to the male.

His hands continued to massage your tits, thumb toying your perked nipple as you let out a moan-- making him startle as he retrieved his hand.

"Ah- sorry" He apologize, you shook your head and reached out for his hand-- bring it back to your tits. "N-no...you can touch them however you like" You mutter, making Caleb gulp as he starts to feel heat gushing through his body. You're definitely putting fuel to the fire.

Caleb is anxious as he continued massaging your tits with both of his hands-- thumb rubbing circles and pinching your perked nipples earning sweet whimpers and moans from you. The sight makes his cock harden inside his pants-- he can't help but feel aroused seeing you so sensitive to his touch-- so needy.

Your soft moans occupied Caleb's mind-- your moans can't even compare to those erotic hentais he watched, yours is too hot-- like music to his ears. You blabber words at him but he's not listening at all-- too focused on fundling your tits.

You can't help but feel satisfaction that you're able to fill his thoughts-- smirking as you look at him with your hazy eyes. "Are they your satisfaction, miste--?" Your words were cut off when Caleb suddenly lounged at you and pinned you down over his bed. Both of his palm holds your wrists at both side as his soft lips latched onto your tits earning a yelp from you while you squirmed.

"W-wait-..Caleb--!" But he doesn't budge, continuing to suck your sensitive tits as his hot tongue swirls around your perked nipple making your toes curl. His other hand lets go of your left wrist as he reached out to your thigh and places it on the side of his hip. Positioning his hardened cock against your clothed pussy.

Feeling the arousal gushing through your aching pussy as you feel him grind his hardened bulge against your wet clothed pussy. Finally removing his hand from your other wrist as it moves to your left tit and massaged it while he sucked on the other one. Your hands run through his black lock and tried to push him away from your tits--but he wouldn't, still latching on it like a hungry mad man.

"Ngh-! Too much...C-Caleb....Caleb-!" You moan, as your hands cup his cheeks pushing his face away-- he finally gives up, earning a loud 'pop' when he pulls away from your perked tits. Cupping his cheeks as you can see drool from the side of his mouth making you grunt as you noticed how he filled your tits with his saliva.

"Please..." He pleads softly, rubbing his cheek against your palm like a cat begging its owner for food. His muscular arms sneaks behind your back as he wraps it around your waist-- burying his face against your tits. Where did the usual cocky Caleb go?

Letting a soft whimper as you feel him grind against your wet clothed pussy-- shamelessly. Caleb lift his head up as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Wanna put it in so bad....but..."

"I don't want to rush you" He exhales, while your heart flutters in awe. Caleb has always been prioritizing your needs other than his-- he wants to make you comfortable, he's not the type to rush you to do things. You flutter your lashes as you lean closer-- connecting your soft lips to his, Caleb melts against your warmth as he relaxes, continuing to grind slowly against you.

His hand reached to the waistband of your skirt along with your lacy panties as he slowly pulls it down-- discarding it on the floor. Pulling back from the kiss as you both pant-- your tongue sticking out as a string of saliva connects to both of your tongue. You're such a hot mess for Caleb-- it makes his cock twitch even more.

"So sensitive just for me...."

His fingers brushed away some strands of your hair from forehead-- you blink, noticing a wet patch on his gray sweats, your eyes then trailed on the visible bulge in front of you. Making your wet pussy twitch.

Caleb is not experienced--but he learned a lot from those hentai mangas he read. And of course a key to start off railing a girl aka his best friend is to penetrate their aching pussy first. He said to his mind.

While you on the other hand was eager-- already wanting to be dicked down by Caleb. Want him to stretch your virgin aching pussy so bad.

"Caleb"

"Yes, princess?"

"Please fuck me"

His brows raise in surprise as he looks at you "But, I need to penetrate you first-- it might hurt if we're going straight at it" He said, tone laced with worry. He feels like he's rushing you-- he doesn't want to.

Feeling embarrassed as you looked away "It's okay...I can handle it" You whisper, your cheeks flushed red. Caleb is having mixed feelings-- he never seen you so vulnerable, so submissive towards him. He can't help but want to abuse the control he has over you.

He clicks his tongue as he chuckled-- grabbing your hand and intertwined it with his, kissing the top of it as his eyes locked on yours.

"You're going to take it like a good girl." It wasn't a question-- your mind goes hazy, all you can think of is being intoxicated with the heat of both of your bodies. You flutter your eyes at him and nod-- following his order like a puppy.

He lets go of your hand and slowly pulls down his sweats-- leaving him with his boxers, you can't help but look at his visible bulge. Oh he's hard-- very hard. You gulped at the sight of it, noticing a wet patch on the part where his tip is-- already oozing pre-cum.

"Don't stare at me like that" He snorts, grabbing both of your thighs-- hands gripping the plushed flesh as he placed it on the side of his hips.

Pulling down his boxer as his hardened cock bounced up against his pelvis-- your eyes widened when you see his cock in display.

You felt embarrassed-- those rumors were indeed true. Caleb's cock is thick and long-- you can see visible veins lining while his angry red tip is already oozing cum.

"W-wait-!" You breathe out when you see him position his aching cock against your hardened clit.

You both locked eyes-- his eyes were filled with love and lust while he continued on rubbing circles against your hardened clit using his tip-- using the pre cum as a lubricant to make it slippery to rub on.

"Let me take care of you..." He muttered, rubbing his tip against your wet pussy lips-- smearing his cum all over it. Earning moans from you as your toes curl, feeling his gritty cock run against your folds to your hardened clit. It sends arousal to your throbbing wet pussy.

Caleb lets out soft grunts and moans as he holds his hardened cock with his palm, pumping it up and down while pressing it against your clit-- making your body twitch with every stroke.

He fastened his pace of rutting his aching cock against your hardened clit. "F-fuck-- I haven't even got inside of you..and I'm already a mess with just rubbing it against your pussy..." He growled, continuing to rut against you making your eyes roll as you felt the bed shaking.

Breathing heavily while you endure the friction against your hardened clit to your puffy slit--a drooling mess as he mixed his pre cum and your juices together and smearing it all over your poor pussy.

Feeling the arousal rising-- you can feel your climax taking over, too overstimulated as you're eager to cum. But just right after you felt the walls of your pussy throb as it ready to release--Caleb stopped rutting his angry tip against your hardened clit. Making you whine in return while you look at him with your glassy eyes.

"W-wha- why--,?" You complained, looking at him while he brushed some strands of his hair sticking out of his sweaty forehead. Panting heavily as his gaze towards you darkened. He lets out a husky chuckle while kneading the plush of your thigh with his hand.

"it'd be a waste if I'd cum outside, right? " He whispered, leaning close to you as your perked tits were pressed against his chest. Feeling his hot breathe against your skin-- making you hitch, your ears perked when you hear him reach out to your bag placed over the nightstand beside.

Even feeling intoxicated, you moved your head where his hand was reaching at-- you quickly grabbed it as you pull it away from your bag. Making Caleb confused as he breathes.

"What?" He stopped reaching out to the condom inside your bag-- you pulled his hand away as you guide it towards your lips. Placing kisses against his fingers with your soft lips while you look at him with your hazy eyes-- just filled with words unsaid. And for Caleb it just translates into "raw, next question"

The sight makes him aroused as he shook his head lightly. "Too impatient? Bad girls like you needs to be punished" He said-- voice low and husky as he slowly pulls away his hand from your grasp and pulls in down-- tracing your chin to your neck.

You bit your lower lip-- you try to hide the fact that you're getting more hornier seeing Caleb being so dominant towards you. But your fucked up face didn't helped. You yelped when you felt his veiny hand grab your neck as his grip tightens--not in a way that you couldn't breathe.

"I'll make sure to fuck you so good-- shit, even better than the ones I've read." He chuckles, making your mouth agape as he pressed your legs against your perked tits. His other hand holds his gritty cock as he positioned it against your drooling slit.

Your heart beats faster-- too anxious and aroused at the same time, while you wonder if his cock would even fit inside your tight little pussy. Too occupied with your thoughts, you suddenly felt him push hit tip inside your tight hole-- causing your eyes to widen as you let out a grunt.

"ngh-! I-i...I don't think it will fit--! Ah!" You moaned, feeling him force his tip to stretch out your tight hole. His hand tightened more around your neck as he chuckles."H-hah-- it's just the tip and you can't handle it?"

"fuck, I wonder what would it be like if I slam my whole cock inside?"

Tears stream down your cheeks while you drool. Seeing him having a hard time pushing his gritty cock inside your pussy--earning loud moans from you while you endure the way his tip is stretching your little hole.

"'ts hurt...s-so much.." You babble, as you bit your lower lip. Caleb pants, as he slowly pushed his gritty cock even more-- your tight hole finally swallowing his whole tip. Even with just the tip inside of you, makes Caleb want to cum and make a mess out of you.

"f-fuck--!"

It's so warm-- he feels like he's in a kiss of ecstasy. The way the walls of your warm tight pussy is hugging his tip so good while it throbs-- is such a euphoric feeling. Shit, he can't even describe what he's feeling right now, finally having to empty his balls in a literally pussy and not with those hentai mangas he reads.

You cried out while Caleb drill his gritty cock inside your warm tight pussy. Both of your bodies tremble, his hand finally letting go of your neck as it joins to hold both of your thighs together and pressed it against your tits. You finally exhales as you try to catch your breath-- hands gripping the covers of the bed tightly.

"nghhhh-! Hah- 'ts hurt so much, I can't-!"

"Fuck!" You screamed, feeling his whole cock slide inside of you so quick-- tears streamed even more as you cry out, grunting as you felt the pain of his gritty cock stretching your tight pussy so good. You drool as you try to process of what happened, feeling a hot liquid oozing out of your entrance.

"S-shit, tight hole finally swallowed me whole" he chuckles, eyes looking down at your pussy sucking him. Blood dripping out of your entrance--just like what he saw on every hentai mangas he read, a cherry pop. His hand reached for your clit as he rubbed circles against it-- making your legs tremble.

"'m gonna start movin', 'kay?" He muttered making you nod as you swallow your cries. He leans close to you-- kissing your forehead as brushed some strands of your hair away. Forehead against each other as his lips slammed to yours. Pulling you into a heated kiss--pushing his hot tongue inside your mouth, as he explored every part.

You moaned between the kiss as you feel him pump his gritty cock in and out of your tight pussy. He was only pushing a small distance inside your pussy--trying to stretch you slowly before he dicks you down for real. You swallow his cock so good, he can't help but grunt each time the walls of your warm pussy throbs--on how it hugs his fat cock so well.

Angry red tip kissing the lips of your womb as he continued on with his pace-- you felt a knot forming inside while gushing an upcoming climax thought your throbbing pussy.

Hot tongues dances and swirls with each other-- leaving you both in drooling mess while you suck on his tongue. This was different from the first kiss you two shared-- this isn't a small peck anymore this is one nasty heated make out.

Hot bodies against each other-- you can't feel your juices oozing out of your pussy as it soaks the covers of the bed, leaving a nasty mess under.

His thumb continued on rubbing your hardened clit-- using your juices as a lubricant for it to be slipper to move on. Your body twitches when you felt him pinched your clit, earning a soft whimper from you.

He pulls away from the kiss, smearing your drool to the side of your mouth while you pursed your lips. Just right after that you yelped as you felt him fastening his pace of fucking your tight pussy. You cried out, your hands wrapping around his chest while you dig your nails against the flesh of it-- earning a grunt from him.

"fuck-- ha- how d-does it feel? Seeing your best friend taking your virginity" He snickered, the fucking is so sloppy-- you hear the sound of your pussy slapping against his pelvis-- causing clap sounds.

"'ts so fuckin- hot- ngh-- dicking you down"

The gushing of your blood and juices mixed together as he fucks it back in-- you can feel your climax on its edge, ready to release. You babble nonsense while you cry against the crook of his neck. Sticky body against each other while he plants kisses over your face.

"cum--! Cumming-!" You screamed out, tightening your legs wrapped around his hips as Caleb continued to drill his cock inside of you relentlessly-- stretching your walls so good as his cock fills every part of it.

You bit down his neck and cried, releasing your high as it squirts against his cock and pelvis. Your pussy is definitely designed just to be a cocksleeve for his fat gritty cock.

"hah-...cum for me, pretty girl"

Poor you, your mind is occupied of Caleb's fat cock. It amuses him that you're a blabbering mess-- just letting out words like "too much, hurts, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, cumming-, cum, Caleb" and he loves you for that. Because it means he dicking you down so good-- it made you feel like you're in cloud 9.

Caleb grunts as he felt your hot juices against his cock-- squirting endlessly as it drips down like a waterfall. He can feel your hot breathe against the crook of his neck while you sob, but he doesn't stopped there.

"d-dont be passing out-- h-hah..on me" He muttered, pulling out his whole cock out as he slams it back in-- he continues his rhythm as his fast pace remains unchanged. Fucking you like a dog in heat and like there's no tomorrow.

"no more-! Ngh-! Caleb--!"

He continued drilling his fat cock inside while your mind goes hazy as you feel like passing out. Caleb's breathing unsteadies, feeling his throbbing cock twitching inside of you as he pump it in and out-- he can feel his climax building up to his tip. His thumb pushed down his bulge against your stomach as he continues fucking you-- feeling his tip hit against the walls of your stomach.

The walls of your throbbing pussy tightened around his fat cock-- preparing for another release. He felt it too, causing him to let out a hoarse grunt as he continued to rut inside. "Fuck..fuck fuck-- I-I'm cumming, pretty girl"

"w-where-" Before he could finish his sentence you replied quick.

"I-inside!"

And with that, Caleb lets out a soft whimper-- shooting loads and loads of his thick hot cum inside your tight pussy, painting the walls white as he fucks it even more inside of your womb. Following, you release your high, squirting as it drips down out of your pussy--oozing along with his cum.

Caleb hugs you against him as his body trembles still shooting more loads inside your aching pussy as it tightens around his fat cock. You hugged him back, feeling you clench around him as your mind went blank--too cockdrunk to say anything as you let him be.

Let him give you a creamy creampie on your first sex.

He collapsed over your body, face against the crook of your neck as you felt his hot breathe against your skin. You squirmed as you felt his hot cum leaking out of your tight entrance--dripping down to your legs and to the covers of the bed.

Caleb looks over you as he caress your cheek, thumb brushing your eye as you closed your eyes--melting through his warmth while you softly sigh.

But oh...he's not done yet.

"Let's....hit it from the back. Want to see your ass clap, pretty girl.."

Don't worry, you'd get used to it. After all, that's what friends do.

This isn't proofread, sorry if there are mistakes T_T

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