#hes the one whimpering though so it is what it is

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✿‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ say yes to heaven 🤍 sylus 秦 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ✿

pairing ✿‧₊˚: lads sylus x reader

summary ✿‧₊˚: 3+1: three times Sylus suppresses his desire to have you, and one time his control finally snaps. sprinkled with relationship fluff, size difference, love confessions and whole lot of overthinking from our fav crow boy.

word count ✿‧₊˚: 13.6k (a whole ass freaking novella, grab a snack.)

tropes ✿‧₊˚: 18+, 3+1, smut, but packed with feelings, fluff, est. relationship, body worship, plot with porn??, love confessions, sylus is obsessed, and so in love, first times implied, p in v, size difference, (by size difference i mean sylus is freaking huge, like a mountain of a man, so big it actually makes him nervous bc u so small, every single one of us would be a small dot next to him that’s my personal headcanon, have you seen his ib memory? yeah, yeah u have this man HUGE), anyways what is protection they don’t use it don’t be like them, needy sylus, pet names, everything is consensual, awooo.

author’s note ✿‧₊˚: hello! i was cooking this one for so much time, i hope it’s not too boring! I’m not a native speaker so i apologize in advance for all mistakes or repetitions. I was also trying to write inclusive y/n and i hope i succeeded. I also did not imagine y/n to have a specific body type — i truly believe that no matter your size, next to sylus you would look like a crumb. as small as a pebble. believe me, i’ve studied the sacred texts (night of secrecy, grassland romance, innocent birdcage do i really have to keep on listing the memories where he enormous u get the gist). so!! i hope you’ll enjoy it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

!!do NOT read if you’re not 18+!!

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Sylus usually considered himself to be a patient man.

He occasionally did act on his desires—he could admit that much—but when it came to the things he truly cared about, the things he treasured, he didn’t mind the wait. He knew that the best things in life came at a price, and if the currency was time, in this case he was willing to pay in full. He knew it was worth it. That you were worth it.

You, who accepted him as he was, with all his flaws and imperfections, making his life better every day you were together. You, who were so brave, gentle, and kind that you made him want to become a better man too—just so that one day, he could say he truly deserved you. You, who he had completely fallen for, unable to imagine a world in which he wouldn’t make the same choice of courting you all over again.

That’s why he wanted nothing more than to treasure and respect you in every aspect of life—including intimacy and his own desires. And to be perfectly candid, he had plenty of those from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But he wanted to act like a gentleman, never rushing you into anything. He was patient, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted to be sure you trusted him, that you weren’t afraid of him—or of the things he wanted to do to you if he ever got the chance.

And even after several months of officially dating you, he still stuck to his resolve, despite the unhealthy hunger growing inside him. He was adamant that you make the first move, even though the waiting was slowly killing him from the inside—his desires burning through his skin, desperate to see the light of your glossy eyes, to feel you squirming beneath him, and to hear your soft moans and whimpers, letting him know that you wanted him too.

He wanted you passionately. He didn’t desire anyone or anything else in his life. He had never thought of anyone else in such terms, which made the wait much more bearable, fun even. The occasional tension in the air only made things between you even more intriguing. Sylus wondered when the moment would come for you to finally let him explore you, taste you, just as he had wanted since the first time he held you in his arms.

He was a patient man. An inquisitive one, but patient nonetheless.

But it was just getting too much for him to handle lately.

He wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Were you trying to make him go feral with want, push him into some action? Maybe you were just too shy to ask for something more, and decided to coax him to take you right then and there? Was it an act? A part of your meticulous, sneaky plan?

He felt his sanity slowly dissipating.

“Sylus? Please, hurry up and help me, we have to go!” You turned your head to look at him, your lips puckered in an adorable pout, and your feet anxiously shifting from one to the other, the sound of your beautiful black heels clicking against the floor of your apartment. The red soles didn’t go unnoticed by him.

And what didn’t go unnoticed as well was how breathtakingly gorgeous you looked, dressed in your tight black gown that accentuated the figure he was obsessed with.

However, he was a strong man. He could look at you in a dress and not get an instant boner; he wasn’t some mere beast. But when you asked for his help, he realized that life hadn’t prepared him for everything you had up your sleeve.

Because right now, you stood before him, your back turned toward him, holding your hair in your hands and exposing a zipper that you wanted him to take care of. A zipper that ran from your neck down, down, down to your red lace panties, which peeked out from beneath the unzipped black material.

He turned his head upward at the sight, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose, a silent prayer escaping his lips. If God existed, He was not merciful this time.

He could also clearly see that you weren’t wearing a bra, the soft skin of your back exposed, slightly hidden under the material of the dress. Hadn’t he suffered enough?

He wanted to bark. Badly.

Oh fuck, was he really going to bark?

He hoped not.

“Sy?” The nickname almost made his legs buckle. He needed a moment to calm himself after just one look at you, and it seemed to take him much longer than what would be considered natural. The impatience in your voice betrayed your desire not to be late for the opera performance, which he had promised to take you to today. He gulped audibly and realized that you had no idea what you were doing to him—and that scared him.

If you were this dangerous unintentionally, how will he survive when you’ll finally, consciously decide to take things further?

“Yes. Yes, of course, sweetie.” He managed to choke out and stepped closer to you, your delectable scent overwhelming his senses. He tried to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he reached for the zipper at the bottom of your dress. When he zipped you up, he took his sweet time caressing your body with his knuckles, basking in the soft feeling of your skin and the dangerous touch of the lace of your panties. He hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat—or see the pink in his cheeks. He couldn’t remember the last time he had blushed, but now he was sure of it, judging by the warmth on his face.

He was hopeless. Utterly ruined.

“There you go.” He said quietly, caressing your beautiful hair with his fingers, smoothing the creases which appeared after your hold. He brushed it from your neck and planted a slow kiss there, his movements far too composed for someone who was boiling with desire inside.

“Thank you. I couldn’t reach it at all and we’re already short on time.” You put your hand on his head, patting it gently and sighing when he touched your waist. He couldn’t help but squeeze you there, feeling the warmth of your skin through the soft material of your dress. You understood this gesture as teasing and giggled adorably.

“You look magnificent, my dove.” The compliment slipped through his lips, earning him your sweet smile and a kiss on a cheek. He watched as you passed him to grab your purse, going straight to the front door, leaving him behind. Trusting he’ll follow your step, as he always did.

Sylus closed his eyes and touched the very spot on his cheek where your lips had grazed, releasing a sigh that could be interpreted as both contentment and a silent prayer for endurance.

“You coming, Sy?” He could hear you calling for him, and he opened his eyes. His left one shone brightly at him from his reflection on the window. His Evol proved useless when his body already made it abundantly clear what—or whom—he desired the most.

“I fucking wish.” He whispered under his breath, turned around, and walked up to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he reveled in the weight of your body pressing against him. His ears were graced by your little squeal, that quickly transformed into uncontrollable laughter, a sound he wanted to record and play every time you were away.

You slapped his back playfully and joked about wanting to use your legs once in a while, and he laughed, saying that he just wanted to make sure that he had all he needed with him. Then, he grabbed his coat with his Evol, and used it to slam the door after you both went out. He hoped that the lust he felt, which started to get out of his control, managed to stay behind them.

He waited for so long; how hard could it be to wait for another couple of months?

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Hard.

Tremendously hard, both theoretically and physically, given the reaction of his body upon the contact.

He shifted slightly so that you wouldn’t feel his growing bulge against your core, his hands hovered over your thighs, his cheeks flaming hot. He was about to fucking pass out.

But you were none the wiser, sitting on his body, strangling him with your soft, mouth-watering thighs, practically rubbing yourself against him, and performing your little dance of victory after pushing him to the ground during your sparring.

Normally, he would have laughed with you and treasured your moment of happiness, his senses overwhelmed by pride as he watched you get better and better at self-defense with every practice.

But that was just cruel.

Not only did you showed up in that little piece of fabric covering your breasts, something you dared to call a sports bra, its thin straps reminiscent of a fish net, offering NO support whatsoever for your charms, but you also dared to wear that pair of leggings you claimed you had bought with your friend during your last trip to the mall.

And they were leaving nothing for his imagination, your every curve hugged tightly, every dip deliciously emphasized. And fuck, you looked gorgeous in wine red. You knew you did.

“I got it in your color! Do you like it?” You asked upon entering his gym, twirling for him like the most adorable fucking thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, your arms up and your hair still untied. He did saw red, and it wasn’t just the color of your clothing.

His color. His girl in his color, he was going absolutely feral.

“I do.” He choked out, and tried to avert his eyes from your posture but lost that battle quickly. “You look stunning. My little gem.” He answered and you dared to look at him sheepishly, your face showing the signs of getting flustered.

“I’m not just a gem anymore. I’m a professional fighter.” You playfully punched his shoulder, jumping around and mimicking boxing moves, making him laugh out loud as he grabbed your fists in his hands. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapong around your frame.

“Is that an apology in advance?” You asked him when his lips left your skin. He smirked, his brow raising.

“Might be. Today we’ll be practicing attacks and knocking down your opponent.”

“Me? Knocking you down?” You looked at him with disbelief, your hands dropping to your sides, already defeated. “I’m doomed. Sylus, can’t I knock down Luke or Kieran instead?” Your cute pout and hands clasped in a begging gesture made him laugh again, as he fixed the bandages on your hands.

“And you think they would be easier to conquer?”

“Yes. Obviously, yes.”

“But they wouldn’t make sure you’re not going to hurt yourself, kitten, and I already know your patterns…” He leaned over you, his hot breath caressing your ear, making you shiver. His hands avoided touching your body. “And weak spots…” A whisper and a gentle bite on your earlobe were enough to send your adrenaline soaring.

“You—!” You jumped from him, like a little kitten, your face flustered and gaze filled with playful threat. “You’re going down mister. You’re SO going dooown.”

And down he went.

Right under your soft body, squashed between your warm tights, looking up at your beautiful lips twisted in an adorable, cunning smirk.

Oh, the way he loved you. The way he wanted to have you. The intensity of that feeling started to suffocate him.

“Okay, you got me, sweetie.” He choked out and tried his best to sound as nonchalant as possible. But nothing about this situation was nonchalant—your soft tights squeezing his waist and your butt pressing on his weak spot almost made him see stars. He grabbed your waist to try to stop your body from moving and gritted his teeth, fighting with himself to not buckle his hips up. “Now, up. I admit defeat.”

Defeat that had to do with the improvement of your skills and the force of your little fists, yes, but also with the way Sylus was distracted by your body, his eyes wandering everywhere during the battle, but not the places he should actually pay attention to.

Apparently, he was a weak, weak man, when the situation concerned you. Weak and impossibly horny.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I want to.” You answered, a mischievous glint adored your gaze. He drank that expression in.

Beautiful. You were absolutely beautiful, sitting on him, your body sparkling with sweat, face red from the exhaustion. How could he keep his mind from going places? “I think I like you like this.” His eyebrows went up, and cheeks felt a little bit too warm for his liking.

What were you trying to say?

“Yes? Like what, kitten?” His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He knew that you could feel it, one of your hands rested on top of it, stroking his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin through his shirt. He shivered, his body covered in goosebumps, finding the gentle touch too intense, somehow.

“Towering over you.” His breath hitched, his heart almost stopped its beating. “It’s much easier to look at your face when I’m like this. It’s nice.” His heart squeezed instead, your confession turning out to be more touching than teasing, and he cursed himself internally for belittling your interactions and intimacy lately. His mind immediately assumed sexual undertones, where everything you were doing with him, at your own, unique pace should be more than enough for him.

“You like looking at me that much, huh?” He answered, his hand going up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. He smiled with content, and he put his hand at the nape of your neck, hoping you’ll understand the implications.

You did. Not a second later you lowered your body so that you were lying on top of him, one of his hands holding you to himself by your waist, pressing you even closer together. He acknowledged how much he loved your full weight on his body, your hearts pressed so close to each other they started beating as one.

You put your hands on his cheeks, smiled down at him, and pressed a small kiss to one of his eyelids, and then to the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.

“Of course. You’re my beautiful boy, Sylus.” You whispered to him, a smile adoring your face and he couldn’t help himself. He pulled you close by your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, almost whimpering into your mouth from the intensity of his feelings.

You reciprocated the kiss, not hesitating even for a second, and soon, both of your lips were swollen and glistening, your minds filled with sparkles and cotton.

You were the one to break the kiss, your mind going dizzy, body trembling from the arousal. He could feel it without using his Evol—the desire that raised within you, the fire that now flowed through your veins. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

One moment and you’ll go pliant against him, melting into his embrace.

One second, and he’ll finally taste heaven, be as close to you as anyone ever has been.

“Y/N, will it be alright if I—” He started speaking, your eyes looking at him from above as you held onto his cheek and neck, caressing his skin with your thumbs, making him feel oh, so cherished. Yet, he didn’t manage to finish the request because a sudden crash from the door opening pierced through the silent room, popping your comfortable bubble in an instant.

You jumped out of his embrace, leaving him cold and yearning, his hands sliding over his face in frustration.

“Boss—”

“Luke, Kieran it better be fucking important.” Sylus hissed through his teeth, and the fact that he didn’t even try to hide his frustration made you huff out a laugh and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. You didn’t want to laugh at him so openly, hiding how adorable his anger towards boys seemed to you at that moment.

His eyes caught yours, lured by the bubbly sound, and one of the corners of his mouth went up slightly. He raised his hand to your covered mouth and brought your hand down with his fingers, revealing your smile.

“It is, Boss! The Girm Company chairman called and demanded a meeting in thirty minutes.” Luke said quickly, Kieran peeking out from behind his shoulder. “And he didn’t want to take “no” for an answer.” Kieran added, his body now revealed.

You were not sure if Sylus was even listening, his eyes glued to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your smile absentmindedly. He still didn’t raise from the floor of the ring, his posture relaxed, one arm now resting behind his head.

“That bastard.” He answered under his breath, and closed his eyes in annoyance for a second and when he opened them, they were once again glued to you. “If you don’t want me to leave just say a word.” He said, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. The back of his hand started a slow caress of your cheek, and you felt embarrassed, knowing that the boys were still looking at you both, waiting for Sylus’s answer.

“It’s okay, Sy. I actually have some errands to run in Linkon so I better get going.” You answered, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers. His breath hitched, eyes following the movement with a longing deep in his chest. “Besides, I’m tired of beating your ass today. Save some dignity for the next time.” You added with a mischievous look, poking his hard chest with your finger teasingly.

The laugh that came out of his chest was sudden—loud, deep, and so sincere that it warmed your chest, your lips spreading in a proud smile. He grabbed your hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips. The mirth in his eyes clearly visible, the affection bare and tangible.

“You are so generous, sweetie. Letting your pray off the hook so easily.” He couldn’t stop smiling even when he was raising to his feet, his hand going to massage his left shoulder. He looked at you and offered you his hand, which you immediately accepted. He helped you stand, his eyes tracing your every move, still unable to look away.

Your body entranced him, your presence lit a fire in his veins. The point where your hands touched warm and almost overwhelming. His desire for more once again proven unquenchable.

“Boys, let him know I’ll be there. It seems that I need to remind him who actually is in the position to make demands.” His voice was now authoritative, followed by the boys’ exclamations of “Will do, boss,” along with two salutes send his way.

And they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.

“Don’t be too harsh on the chairman. I don’t want to get in the way of your business.” He saw you turn to him with a worried expression on your face, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on the spot for much longer than necessary.

“Hmm, I’m afraid that’s impossible.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, looking deep into your eyes. The sadness of you parting ways already blooming inside him. “They cut our time together short, so I’m planning on making them pay for that offense generously.” He smirked and watched you shake your head with disbelief, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I already miss you.” He heard you saying and you surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck, then kissing him almost senseless.

He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, which was starting to border on filthy. His hands grabbed your frame, pressing you closer to him, as his body bent toward you.

When you parted, your breaths were hot and heavy, a string of saliva still keeping your mouths connected. He stared at the filthy sight, his heart pounding in his chest, his boxers starting to become a rather tight fit. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away gently, your fingers trailing downward until they grazed his abdomen. He gulped audibly and remained still, watching you walk further and further away. He didn’t trust himself to move even an inch, afraid he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself anymore.

“Bye, Sylus. I’ll let you know when I get home safely.” You told him, walking away backwards now, your eyes not leaving his. “And we’ll continue what we started next time, okay, Boss?” The last part a whisper from your sweet lips, almost making him drop to his knees right then and there. You waved at him, shyness visible on your cheeks, and then you left him in the middle of the ring, stunned and filled with excruciating desire to finally have you.

Next time.

He groaned, his hands covering his blushing face, his mind already imagining the things he’ll do to you, only if you let him. God, he hoped that you’ll let him.

He did arrive late to the meeting that day, having to compose himself for much longer than you would have expected. He also made sure the chairman regretted keeping him away from you—your softness, your scent, an addictive drug he never wanted to be deprived of. The audacity to take that from him deserved nothing less than the highest of punishments.

He couldn’t help it, he already missed you.

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Sylus could write poems about his beloved, listing all her remarkable qualities and quirks; however, not once would he describe her as elegant and composed.

You usually were a tornado of various emotions, a temple of the things you cherished, your expressions lively and loud, honest and unrestrained.

You were also a bit clumsy—an occasional stumble, a bump to your limb now and then, or a broken glass wasn’t anything that Sylus hadn’t see you do before. He often worried about you and your safety, with new bruises appearing on your body from bumping into things or a piece of glass piercing through your delicate skin. Sometimes, he wished he could protect you from yourself too, but all he could do was press a kiss to every small injury you sustained from your hectic movements.

All bumps aside, he utterly adored that quality of yours. Every time he caught you acting awkwardly his chest seemed to shrink on itself, his heart squeezing, cute aggression overcoming his senses. You were just so adorable in those moments, the sight always reminding him of a little fawn, beautiful but uneasy on its feet. His craving to grab you and hold you in his arms, protecting you from the whole world, was strong; the urge to press a kiss to your forehead, then to kiss you senseless, even stronger. You were his little chaos: wonderful in your unexpectedness, extraordinary in every sense of the word.

Needless to say, he was used to your adorable clumsiness. He loved it.

That was probably why his brain stopped working when you proved to be everything but clumsy while playing the games at the local funfair. Your moves sure and precise, your gaze locked onto the targets, your body positioned exactly how it should be in order to gain the reward you wanted—whether it was a new plushie, a funky gadget or even some snacks.

And he had to say that this new, confident, borderline cocky behavior you were displaying was making him feel some things.

“Wait, let me try this time.” You said the first time he couldn’t score the prize, the claw mocking him relentlessly, wounding his pride.

You got that plushie in one, excellent attempt.

“Let me get that for you, Sy.” You proposed later, seeing him eyeing a figurine of a crow that reminded him of Mephisto. You were able to get not only that, but also a coupon for a food stall that served the best waffles you’ve ever eaten. As for Sylus, the sweetness of the treat paled in comparison to your blinding smile, with whipped cream still staining the corner of your mouth. He swiped it away with his thumb, then licked the digit, sending you a wink in the process.

He took pride in your blush, especially when making each other red that day started to feel like a competition between you two, whether you were aware of it or not.

“You want this one? Say no more, handsome.” Your words almost making him choke, your hands already grabbing the controls, your body bending over the machine, offering him a wonderful view of your ass. The tips of his ears immediately started to feel as if caught on fire. Even though he knew that you were teasing him, the pet name sounding foreign from your lips, he liked the feeling of you taking the initiative.

He also couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering, your body presented to him in a way that felt illegal to watch. He swiped his gaze up from the nape of your neck to your shoulders, taking note of your delicious-looking waist, perky butt, and thighs, which seemed lonely without his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

The cheerful sound of the machine made him snap back into reality, just as you were looking over your shoulder, sending him the most sexy, oh so sexy, proud smirk he ever saw in his life. He smirked right back, even though his legs felt disturbingly like jelly.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this.” He remarked, grabbing the prize from your hands once again, the rest of your treasures already sitting comfortably in the back of his car. You send him a mischievous smile and fixed your hair, your fingers threading through the strands, the smell of your perfume reaching him once again during that night.

He wanted to devour you.

“And what’s wrong with that?” One of your hands grabbed his bicep, holding on to him as you started your lazy stroll in search of yet another entertainment. “You always get me things. And since I know now that you suck at these games, I have a perfect opportunity to return the favor.” He laughed at that, his hand moving to flick your forehead.

“I don’t suck at these games, all of them are tempered with, sweetie. I actually find it astonishing that you are so good at them.” His reply kind of soothing his wounded pride, his mind once again remembering your movements from before. The way you moved with confidence and grace, the little smirks and winks you send his way. His blood started to boil several stalls ago, and it hasn’t calmed since. “Makes one wonder about the extend of your abilities.”

The new, cocky, and self-confident side of you aroused him almost to the point of him grabbing you by the waist and taking you to his car, taking advantage of his tined widows.

“It all comes down to having a good strategy, as someone once taught me.” You said, repeating the words Sylus is always saying to you during your training, a mirth lacing your tone. How he adored you.

“Wise counseling you have here, kitten. You must have a fantastic teacher, if his lessons are proving to be useful anywhere you go.” The smile not leaving your face making him never want to look away.

“Oh, yes, he is. And an eye-candy too.” You touched his nose with the tip of your finger teasingly while he laughed. He stopped walking and turned to you fully, his arms closing around your waist, bringing you to him, close enough for your bodies to touch. The height difference always made him dizzy, with your head fully tilted upward in order to catch his gaze.

“Mm. Maybe that’s a quality he learned from you.” His tone quiet, one of his hands going to touch your cheek, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You appeared stunned. “I cannot think of someone sweeter than you. If he’s a candy, you’re one delectable dessert.” He whispered, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips, their reddish tone reminding him of a little cherry. He was fighting with himself not to put his hands on your ass, and squeeze the flesh that you kept pushing his way from the very beginning of your date, or not to place a kiss on your smart little mouth, which kept sending him these playful smirks all day long. He knew that if he started here, he would not be able to stop. No one would be capable of separating him from you, public place be damned.

His desire boiling inside him, threatening to melt his vessels and pour from his body, enveloping you in a tight, pleasurable embrace. He felt feverish, your body pressed to his giving him all the warmth he ever needed, molding his thoughts to fit only your frame.

You were perfect in his eyes. Your body, the perfect shape for him to hold, your face the only one he wanted to remember. And the way he felt when he was with you—so immensely happy, so carefree, so right—was a feeling he had never even dreamed about having. Your banter, little jokes and witty comments made him so at ease he never wanted to stop talking to you, afraid of depriving himself of even a second of the comfort you brought him: the knowledge that he could speak his mind freely, for you understood him beyond the limitations of language. By your side, he could be himself, the thoughts in his head quiet, giving way to expressing himself in any way he wanted. His little taste of heaven: the time you spent together.

He loved you. So intensely it used to scare him, but now he was offering himself willingly, no longer afraid of rejection. Even though you both still didn’t acknowledge it out loud, the feeling lingered in the air between you — a delectable sweetness, a comforting fragrance.

He wanted you. Body and soul. Soul and body. He liked to think he already had your soul in grasp, your actions and openness served as a perfect proof of that, yet your body was still his to claim. And the fact that there was still a part of you he didn’t manage to possess, to thoroughly acknowledge, frustrated him inconceivably.

Especially because you had that strong of an effect on him. Everything you did capable of driving him perfectly insane. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your little finger, without being aware how completely obsessed he was with you.

“Is that so?” His gaze went from your hypnotizing eyes back to your lips, drinking in every single whisper. You stood on your tiptoes, the sight making his hands squeeze your waist tighter, his breath quickening, mind trying to process closer distance. “If he keeps sweet-talking me like this, then I guess he will finally get to taste it.” You grabbed his chin and tilted it down, pressing a soft, drawn-out kiss to his lips. His eyes closed immediately, desperate to heighten his senses. He wanted this kiss to last, both in the moment and later in his memory.

And just as he was about to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you closer, hiding your body from everyone else just to steal a few more kisses, you stepped back, the quiet sound of a smooch echoing between you. He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, restraining himself from chasing after your lips.

“C’mon now. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve that I need to show you.” You gripped his hand tighter and started to walk toward one of the booths. You sent him a smile over your shoulder, making his efforts to calm his racing heart futile. “And then maybe we can grab some cotton candy? All this talk about sweets made me crave some.”

“Anything for you, sweetie.” He answered absentmindedly, your taste still lingering on his lips. How were you always able to move on from the kisses so quickly? It would be the only thing he could think about in the next minutes.

“And what do you want?”

“Hmm?” The question shocked him, his eyebrows going up, his eyes intently observing your face.

“Do you have something you’d like to do while we’re here? I keep dragging you stall to stall ever since we came here.” You said while turning to fully face him, grabbing both of his hands. “I want you to have fun too.”

“I always have fun when I’m with you.” His response honest, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “You make life so interesting. And today you already managed to surprise me, so I would say that was more than enough entertainment for me in a day.” You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips, and looked at him with patience.

“But the day���s not over yet. Isn’t there anything you’d like to do? Look around.”

He lifted his head from your frame and began taking in the booths and various food stalls that had previously escaped his attention. He hummed, as he could feel you shifting on your feet, unable to contain your excitement.

That’s when he caught something interesting out of the corner of his eye—a couple emerging from a small booth, huge smiles plastered on their faces as they held small pieces of paper. A spark of excitement ignited inside him upon realizing what it was.

“There. I want to have a memento.” He said, his finger pointing to that innocent-looking booth. Almost impossible to spot in the abundance of lights and sounds coming from other attractions.

“Okay! I think I already won you a mountain of mementos but if—Ah!” Your eyes lit up when you realized what he was pointing to, your lips spreading in a cheerful smile. “A photo booth! Sylus, that’s wonderful!”

It wasn’t long before you were both inside the booth, the space cramped, almost too small for him to fit. He sat on the small stool, taking up nearly all the space, leaving you no choice but to sit on one of his legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck for stability, yet there wasn’t a hint of discomfort on your face.

He loved how natural it was for you to be this close to him, the proximity no longer making you nervous. He still remembered how you were at the beginning of your acquaintance, when even an eye contact was enough to make you to shy away. Now, touching him was as easy as breathing, your body relaxed and pliant under his wandering hands.

While you were clicking playfully on the screen, setting up the machine, he took his time observing you—mainly how your body looked next to his, which made him short-circuit, reminding him why he was still waiting for you to make the first move in initiating sexual intimacy. The reason he didn’t want to rush things, nervousness buried deep inside his chest.

You were sitting on his leg, your whole body weighting next to nothing, his one limb nearly twice as big as both of yours. Your soft flesh pressed to him didn’t even take up half of the place available on his leg, and when he put one of his hands on your back, the huge patch of your skin he was able to cover made him gulp audibly.

You were so tiny, next to him.

He was a huge man, and he knew that. Not just his height, but his overall build made even other men look small in comparison. While he usually considered it one of his greatest assets, a fantastic tool for intimidation, in this particular case, it planted a seed of worry in him.

It took some time for you not to shy away from his touch, not to flinch every time he leaned to you, his body covering whole line of your vision. And it took him even more time to learn how he should touch you and hold you, not to put too much force behind his caresses, not to make you bruise. And although the gentleness run in his bloodstream by now, he was still worried about the actual sex.

What if he scares you? His body completely covered your delicious curves without issue.

What if he overwhelms you? His stamina and eagerness matched his overall size.

What if he hurts you? The thought of your body unable to accommodate to his size made his blood run cold.

He looked at your body again, and he had to hold in a sigh. He loved your curves, the unbelievable softness of your skin, how warm you were. He felt his hunger increasing every day, every minute, every second he spend in your presence.

Yet he had to wait patiently, not wanting to scare you. He also knew that you were starting to get bolder with him day by day. He liked to think that it was just a matter of time until you will initiate something more, cover him with your soft embrace, let him melt in your warmth.

Because at the end of the day, his observations of your size difference not only filled his mind with fear, but also made his body tingle in all the right places. The arousal he felt knowing that he could manhandle you without any issue, cover your whole body entirely with his, shield you from the world and its coldness—all consuming. The only thing he could think about.

You were tiny in his embrace.

But he could make it work. He will make it work so good.

How could he hurt you when he was so certain that you were made to be his? Two halves of a perfect soul.

His hand slid down to hug your waist and he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. It made you giggle, you thought that it was his way of showing impatience. And it was, in a way. Just not the kind of impatience you assumed it was.

“All set! I had some fun with the stickers, do you want to choose your own?” He looked at the screen and opened his mouth to deny, but one sticker did actually catch his attention. He clicked on the small dove and placed it in the bottom of the template, next to the various hearts you already decorated it with.

“That’s you. The resemblance is almost striking.” He said making you laugh and you picked a sticker of some kind of a black bird.

“And that’s you. They unfortunately don’t have a crow one so this little fella has to work.” You placed the sticker close to the dove one, satisfied with your work.

“I get the vision. When I’m squinting my eyes, I guess.”

You had four pictures taken, all accompanied by laughter and endless teasing. One where you kissed his cheek, one hand holding his jaw, his eyes closed and features relaxed. One where he pretended to bite your neck, your face caught in laughter. One where he rolled his eyes, reacting to your lame joke of getting rabies from his bite, as you placed your pointed fingers above his head, adoring him with imaginary horns, your mouth open in fake shock. And the last one, where you grabbed his face and kissed him, his gentle smile pressed against your mouth, a picture of joy that couldn’t be restrained.

“I might have went kind of overboard with the stickers.” You said when you got your two copies of the pictures, four perfect rectangles inside a scarlet border, adorned with hearts, flowers and stars. Two adorable birds were at the very bottom of it, just below the date. Sylus looked at the pictures, and his heart seemed to grow bigger, the wave of emotions making him unable to utter even a simple word. “But I think they’re cute regardless! It’s so nice to finally have a picture of us printed out. I’m definitely going to frame mine.” You said and took out your phone to take a picture of it.

His thumb gently caressed the piece of paper, words still stuck in his throat.

It was the very first picture of you two together, and when he looked at it, he couldn’t help but get emotional, knowing that he never expected to have someone like you in his life. Someone to cherish, to protect, to hold. Someone who reciprocated his feelings, someone who will never leave him, even if doomsday falls upon Linkon, even if the world crumbles.

“Are you okay, Sy? You’ve gone nonverbal again.” He felt your hand on his wrist, offering him a gentle squeeze. He finally looked at you, going out of the trace he was in, and saw your beautiful face laced with concern. He felt your hand going up and down his arm, caressing him in order to bring comfort.

“Did I?” He managed to choke out and hugged you to his chest, craving the closeness, not wanting you to see his slightly glistening eyes. He feared that the darkness of the night would not be enough to cover them, the lights from the fun fair only exaggerating his sudden surge of emotions. “They’re perfect. Thank you.” You hugged his torso tightly, your arms going up and down his back. You knew him well enough to realize he got emotional, but you were smart enough to let him savor his feelings in peace. If he was not comfortable showing you his tears, you had to understand it—the knowledge of how much it meant to him already warming your heart.

“Anything for you, Sylus.” You repeated the same thing he said to you earlier, and he picked you up, still hugging you to himself, his face finding coverage in the crook of your neck.

“Sly little thing.” He whispered and pressed a kiss there, drinking in the sound of your laugh and melting under the touch of your fingers, which stroked his hair affectionately.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait to finally be yours completely.

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Mesmerizing.

You, dancing in his room at two p.m to the new vinyl he bought, your hair down, arms up. Your eyes were closed and there was a small, relaxed smile playing on your lips, that seemed to grow bigger with each sway of your hips. You decided to wear the nightgown he got you some time ago, white lace caressing your body with a gentle flow of the shiny fabric.

He couldn’t breathe. All air sucked out of his lungs the moment he turned around and saw you swaying to the music he picked out. A surge of want so intense came over him that he was afraid to move even an inch—his body on fire, his mind filled with the visions of you, thoughts of you, and what you could be reduced to, enriched with under the touch of his hands.

If only he wasn’t a coward.

“Will you join me?” you said over your shoulder, opening your eyes slightly, and you must’ve seen something unusual in his eyes, because your movements slowed down and a furrow appeared between your brows. He wanted to kiss it off instantly. “Sy?”

You were so precious and delicate, a perfect opposite of his harsh exterior and even more barbaric interior. He waited so long, restrained himself for so much time, waiting for you to move first—now, standing before you, the thought that you wanted him this way too pierced a hole in his heart and filled it with fear.

“Forgive me. I cannot.” he answered, his voice coming out with a slight growl, that he couldn’t contain anymore. He inhaled deeply and gritted his teeth, hoping that he was at least successful in not making his eye glow, his Evol suddenly unstable. He didn’t want to know your desires, not when they were visible so clearly on your face now—openness and anticipation, ever since you went back from your date.

He hoped that shower would be able to calm you down, even though the warm and steady stream of the water didn’t manage to help him this time around.

He was loosing his composure and he was loosing it fast. Weeks of this insatiable hunger, unrelenting need and dripping tension did that to him. He knew he was fighting a loosing battle ever since he laid his eyes on you today, looking so cozy in your oversized sweater, filling the air around him with your intoxicating scent.

He was ready to devour you months ago, the build up straining his muscles now, making him restless. He was a goner—one wrong move and his previous patience and willingness for you to take the lead reducing to vapor.

“Why is that? We always dance together to your vinyls, especially the new ones.” Your movements faltered to a stop, your magnificent face turned to him, with an expression so honest it made his heart clench painfully.

He thought of all the times you danced under the moonlight, soft notes of his favorite music floating through the air, your bodies moving to the rhythm, sometimes gracefully, some other times not so much. The feelings overwhelmed him even more drastically, his eyes closing for a moment.

It was enough time for you to close the distance, and soon he felt your cold hand pressing against his cheek, swiping the flesh with your thumb. He squeezed his eyelids shut tighter, the touch making his soul burn. You took his head in both of your hands, lowering it to face you.

“Sylus, talk to me.” you said, tone worried. He could feel you standing on your tiptoes, wanting to bring your face closer to his. His body almost shaking with the need to hold you. “You’re acting very unusual today. Is something wrong?” He exhaled the air he didn’t know he was holding and opened his eyes. Your face was so close that he could see the shadow your eyelashes cast on your cheeks. He could feel your breath, warm and inviting.

“I can’t touch you now,” he managed to utter, his hands at his sides, struck in cruel stillness. He locked his eyes with yours, filled with worry and a comforting gentleness. You were always so gentle with him, it made him go insane. “Because if I do, I won’t be able to hold back anymore.”

He saw the realization in the shift of your features as you fully grasped the meaning of his words. To his surprise, you took one of his hands in yours, and placed it on your cleavage, right over your beating heart, the rhythm beneath his palm fast but steady.

“Then don’t. Why would you even want to hold back with me?” You answered, slightly breathless, a pleasurable tingling already setting deeply in your abdomen. You looked at his face, the redness of his cheeks nearly matching the color of his eyes, the look he gave you so desperate it turned your legs to cotton.

The sudden burst of happiness in your chest almost made you tremble, you had waited so long for him to finally claim you as his, and it seemed he had finally reached his limit.

“I don’t—” He stumbled upon his words, a reaction so different from his usual self-confident demeanor it made you crave to uncover more versions of him. All versions of him, every single one he was willing to show you. “I can’t help but fear that I will hurt you. You are so soft, so breakable, it makes me nervous. Aren’t you scared of me? Of—Of what I could do, to you?” The confession slipping out of him, and he grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other coming to rest on your back. He slowly brought you to him, pressing your bodies together. He heard your breath falter, and drank that sound in. Then don’t — you had no idea what a hurricane you managed to stir inside him with just two simple words.

“Sy. My sweet, caring gentleman.” He heard your answer, and felt your fingers caressing his under eyes gently, your eyes never leaving his. One of your fingers touched the wrinkle between his brows, smoothing the furrowed surface. “You could never hurt me, even if you wanted to. You’re so fixated on the knowledge what you can do, that you’re forgetting that you’ve never even touched me hard enough to leave a bruise. No matter how much I wanted you to, sometimes.”

“You—”

“I’m not scared of you, Sylus. I could never, and I will never be scared of you. You’re the one with whom I fell the safest.” His hands started trembling, his patience thinning with every beautiful word from your lips. You were telling him things he didn’t even know how desperately he wanted to hear. “And I want you. I want to finally feel you, all your roughness and sharp edges. I want all of it.” The sound of your breathing mingled with the soft tunes of the vinyl. The air thick with want.

Any second now, he could feel it in the shiver down his spine.

“And I want it now.”

Snap.

His resolve shattered as he pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep and desperate it left your legs trembling. He kissed you with raw intensity, his tongue exploring your mouth, drinking in every sound you made as his hands roamed your body, claiming every inch he could reach.

You felt him everywhere. Your thighs, hips, waist, your neck, hair and breasts—he seemed to touch everything he was depriving himself of before. His hands huge, and although slightly rushed and trembling, still surprisingly gentle.

He lift you up, your legs straining his waist and he laid you down on his bed, not breaking the kiss for even a second, your breath his breath, your lips water to quench his thirst.

His head was spinning, and when he finally opened his eyes the sight before him alone made him lose his mind.

You were sprawled under him, your hair a wild mess, your lips swollen from the abundance of his kisses. Your eyes glistened, the look in them so full of trust and love, love so visible it nearly broke him in half.

“You’re exquisite. Irresistible. Ethereal.” The praises slipped out of his tongue before he could stop them. The last bit of control fleeting with the touch of your impatient fingers, unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off of him in a matter of seconds. He couldn’t even find it in himself to tease you for your impatience, not when his brain already turned into mush after touching your bare skin. “You look as if you’re coated in frosting. My sweet girl, my most delectable little sin.” His eyes focused on your white dress, his hands not brave enough to let it slip off of you yet. He already feared the man he would become upon seeing you fully bared before him.

“Sylus—”

“It’s unholy. How much I want you.” His lips traced a path from beneath your ear down to your neck, finding their place on your collarbones. “How much I need you. The greed unexplainable, insatiable no matter how close I get to you. It’s not enough. It will never be enough.” His eyes met yours in a silent question and you nodded quickly in permission, gulping audibly, your eyes drooping. He let his hands travel up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, swiping through your hips, his palms tracing the lace of your panties, making the hair on his body raise. He then swiped through your waist and finally, finally his hands rested on your breasts, where you wanted them from the very beginning.

His breath hitched as he looked down your body, noticing how his touch had already lifted the fabric of your dress, baring your legs and stomach. His body shielded you from the chill in the air.

He squeezed your breasts gently, fondling them in his hands, a low groan escaping his lips—the same ones which couldn’t resist kissing your belly, anywhere he could reach, not even thinking about stopping his sensual kneading. It baffled him, how soft you were, how pliant under his touch. His hands, although taking so much of the space on your body didn’t seem to make you nervous at all—every single one of his touches you accepted with soft sights, low whines and a bitten lip. You trusted him, and he was drunk on that trust, wanted more, needed to see how far it could take him.

It quickly appeared that there was no limit to the things he could do to you, your whispers not only appreciative, but also encouraging. The uncontrollable thrusts of his hips against the duvet bordered on painful, the knowledge that he would have you in mere minutes making him unbearably hard. But he accepted the friction, your comfort mattered to him the most, and he wanted to take care of you properly.

“Sylus. Sylus, more, please.” He heard your silent plea, and caught your eyes in his, and that’s when he decided it was a time for you to drop the dress. He helped you out of it then licked the goosebumps forming between your breasts, each tiny dot on your skin making him awfully aware that this was it. Your beautiful form, completely bare, just for him to see, to worship.

“My little gem.” He breathed out, his eyes drinking in your body, committing to his memory every dip and curve. “My treasure.” He nearly growled, his mouth attached to your breast, licking and sucking on your nipple, moaning in the process. He wanted to devour you whole, to not leave a patch of skin untouched by his mouth. He thrived in the way you took hold of his head, your hands messing up his hair, caressing it when his tongue worshipped your breasts and nipples, drowning in their softness. He found his safe place.

“Oh God I—I feel like I’m floating, please don’t stop.” He heard you breathe out, your chest heaving, your legs closing in an attempt to relieve the tension building inside you. “You’re so good. So, so, so good, Sy.” He released one of your nipples with a pop, and stored the visual of your skin glistening with his saliva for later. He basked in your praise and pushed himself down, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.

“Yes? You want it, kitten? Say you do. Please. I need you to say it.” His voice groggy, laced with yearning so tangible it made your body shiver.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Please, Sy. I waited so long for you.” Your words made his head spin, a smile spreading on his lips not flirtatious at all, just pure joy and contentment. He kissed your stomach and his hands once again swiped through your whole body. He raised on his forearms and caged your head between his arms, and then pressed a long, deep kiss on your mouth which quickly turned into another wave of heavy kisses. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

He was ravenous.

“I need to prepare you first, sweetie.” He said to your mouth, his words immediately swallowed by your perfect lips. You whimpered and his grip on your arm tightened involuntarily, his hand playing with your hair. “I need to take my time with you, otherwise I won’t be able to fit. You’re so tiny it scares me.” You nodded into the kiss and he smiled at you gently, and after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he went down.

And when he finally widened your legs, his mouth was on you instantly, making you moan, your legs clasping on his head reflexively. He grunted into your core, licking and sucking skillfully, guided entirely by pure need and his own instincts.

“You taste so sweet.” It wasn’t long before your legs were trembling and his fingers joined his mouth in an attempt to open you up a little more, to prepare you for what’s to come. “You’re dripping because of me.” He chuckled softly but deeply, chest filled with pride, and he licked your core once again, sucking at the sensitive bud. What he didn’t expect was when he managed to fit one figer inside you, angling it upwards, your back suddenly raised from the bed, hands reaching to his chest, delicately pushing him away. A drowned out cry escaped your lips, the wetness between your tights increased, your plushy walls fluttered around his finger.

He made you come, and he instantly got addicted to it.

“Yes. Yes. Just like that, beautiful—Fuck.” With a swear word on his lips he wasted no time in slurping up your spent, his fingers from one, going up to two, then three. And when the only thing he could hear were your moans and whimpers, the taste of you imprinted on his tongue, the slide of his fingers smooth and slick—he realized that you were ready for him.

He slowly withdrew from your pussy, pressing one last lingering kiss to your clit. As his fingers slipped out of you, he finally let himself to catch more than a glimpse of your face.

And it shattered him, how utterly ruined you looked. All flushed and heaving, skin glistening with sweat, eyes shining, filled with unshed tears.

He did that to you, and he couldn’t be more proud of himself. He licked his fingers clean, savoring your taste, then he pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around your whole body. Your head dropped on his bicep, your breath labored.

“You okay, kitten?” He asked gently, ignoring his painful erection, still stranded in the stiff fabric of his pants. His head pressed to your neck, and he inhaled the scent, licking off the droplets of sweat in the process. He couldn’t get enough.

“Yes. More than okay.” You answered, and he felt your hand wandering, trying to unbuckle his belt. His chest squeezed. “Need you now. Please, Sylus…”

“You don’t have to beg. I’ll gladly give you my everything. All of me.” His hands left your body for a moment, swiftly taking off his pants, his mouth now kissing your cheeks and nose.

“I want to taste you, too.” You whispered to him shyly, and he grunted, closing his eyes, begging every deity to give him more patience. How he would love for your little mouth to envelop him, but he knew that the sight alone would be enough to make him undone.

“Next time, okay, sweetie? I cannot wait to be inside you.” You giggled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his nose, stroking his hair gently.

He shivered and hissed when he took off his underwear, letting himself out in the open. He was so hard it hurt, his hand going up and down his erection in an attempt to reduce the tension, even though he knew that the only one who could truly satisfy him was you.

“Oh my god.” He heard your gasp, and noticed that you were looking at him, his body fully exposed, his cock heavy in his hand. “Sylus— Sy, it won’t fit. There’s no way that—” He silenced you with a kiss, and swiped his hand through your core, gathering the slick and spreading it on his member. The smooth glide felt so good he lost himself in the feeling for a second, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your gasps.

“Shhh, I made sure to prepare you as well as I could. And I won’t hurt you, you said so yourself.” He said the last sentence into your lips, once again pressing a long kiss there. Then he kissed your cheek, and breathed hard against your neck, his one hand wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him, and the other stroked his cock, guiding it to your entrance. When the tip touched you, he gritted his teeth and you gasped, the first contact electric. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing nervously with the hair at his nape.

He breathed heavily, the tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your entrance. “You can take it, you were made for me. I will make it fit.” He let go of your waist and grabbed one of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and smiling gently at you, the anticipation making his body shake. “Just relax for me, will you? Can you do that, kitten?” You nodded and exhaled slowly, some tension getting out of your body. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and intertwined your fingers with his.

“Close your eyes. I want you to feel me.”

“No. I need to see you, Sy. Don’t make me look away.” He chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours in a silent acceptance. He never wanted to take his eyes away from you too, your desires matching perfectly.

You were his soulmate, after all.

He pressed his erection to your opening and started to slip in, gently, unhurriedly, despite the desire to take you in one thrust of his hips. You opened your mouth in a painful moan, squeezing his hand, panic visible in your eyes. He hated that he was bringing you pain, but knew that it was inevitable, he saw how wide he was stretching you out. ��It’s okay, sweetheart. Easy. You’re doing so good…” He breathed out, his hand leaving his cock to hold your hip, his hand going up and down your body in a comforting caress. “Taking me so well...” His voice hoarse, sweat dripping from his forehead from the strain of controlling himself. He managed to put the tip in, your pussy squeezing him, your heat making him shiver, the sensation the most pleasurable he ever felt. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down.

“It hurts, it really—it really hurts.” You whispered and he grunted, feeling you squeeze him harder, his length slipping into you deeper. He opened his eyes and lowered his body to get closer to your face, and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.

“I know, love. If you want to me stop—” He couldn’t recognize his voice anymore.

“No. Never. Please.” You kissed his brow, and send him a small smile. “I—I can take it. I was made for you, yeah?”

He huffed out a laugh, a whimper finding a way out at the same time.

“You were. Mmhm. Good.” He slipped in further, his mouth opening wider. “Good girl. Just a little more.” And before he managed to stop the shivering of his body, he burrowed himself in your tight heat almost to the brim. You were not able to take all of him in yet, but it was nearly a perfect fit, the sight of you wrapped around him made him see red, a low moan slipping out of him, your whimpers the most magnificent tune he ever heard.

“I’m going to move now.” He said and you moaned, your head nodding frantically.

He started thrusting inside you, and he felt as if fireworks exploded inside him, the desire burning brightly, need finally calming down, his mind completely at ease. Your moans, whimpers, cute little “ah,ah,ah’s” making his whole body shiver, a smile finding its way onto his swollen lips. You felt so good below him, your warmth enveloping him fully, and he started to question if he truly was worthy of such a blessing.

He didn’t care anymore. He had you, you wanted him and that was all it mattered now.

“You’re so. fucking. tight. God.” He started moving faster to the accompaniment of your small encouragements, his hand still holding onto yours. And when your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to you, he was gone.

He grabbed your waist and lifted up your butt, the pace and force of his thrusts intensifying, his grunts leaving his mouth freely, silent praises slipping from his lips every now and then. He couldn’t stop now. Didn’t want to stop.

“I want—I want to stay inside you forever. I feel—Ah—Mm—like I’m melting.” He moaned and you felt his mouth of your body, kissing every patch of skin he was able to reach. You kept breathing out soft, quiet moans, tears filling your vision. “So cute.”

You felt so good, the stretch now pleasurable, your body accepting him fully, every thrust welcome, each one anticipated.

And he could see that so clearly on your face, his mind calming, knowing that he was able to bring you pleasure. It made him feel better too, your lovely expressions making his blood pump faster, his hips thrust deeper, just to see and hear more tokens of your delight. He was addicted to you and your reactions, to the way you sang his name, the way your skin tasted and eyes glistened every time he managed to catch eye contact.

Time went by quickly when you were loosing yourselves in each other. The positions changed constantly, Sylus looking for and finding new ways to tip you over the edge, making sure you were completely satisfied. You encouraged him to leave some marks on you, and you made sure to repay the sentiment, scratching his back with your nails, and pressing hickies on his chest—he already wished for the marks to stay there forever, and you assured him that you’ll stay instead, making him jump on you once again, burying his head in your shoulder.

“Say my name, kitten. Keep—Keep saying my name.” He grunted, his hips unrelenting, your bodies soaked, your own so tired that he had to hold it in his arm for you to not slip off the bed. He kept thrusting inside you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, his movements deep and sensual, pleasure overwhelming. You granted his wish, your voice hoarse and quiet.

You were going at it for hours now, yet he still hasn’t come.

Not because he couldn’t, but because every time he was close, he was slipping out of you, his eyes squeezing shut, a hand gripping himself at the base.

He didn’t want the night to end, refused to let you go, savored the feeling of being buried deep inside you, not knowing where you ended and he began.

“Sy—Mmm—Sylus—Ah.” The words failed you, your mind filled only with pleasure and thoughts of him. You were so tired and yet he made you feel so good you wanted to stay in his arms forever. “The—Ah—The sun is rising.”

He nuzzled into your cheek, his thrusts slowing down, quiet grunts leaving his lips. He sounded wrecked.

“I know, love. You look so wonderful in this light.” He kissed your cheek and glued himself off of you, leaving your body cold and shivering. In the next second, he manhandled you onto your back again, facing him. Your hands immediately flew to cover your face, fearing how completely ruined you must have looked after so much time making love and so many orgasms ripped out of you.

“No—Mmh—Don’t hide yourself from me.” He grunted, and took your hands in his gently, revealing the beautiful mess he managed to make of you. Your face covered in tears, cheeks flushed and lips so swollen it only made him want to kiss them some more. So he did. “Never hide yourself from me, dove. Hold me.” He kissed the palms of your hands and put them on his neck, your arms going to hold him closer. He huffed out a weak laugh, his thrusts not stopping even for a second. You felt his huge hands caressing your thighs and you moaned softly. “God, I’m sorry, kitten, I just can’t stop—I—”

“It’s okay, S—Sylus. Ah—I won’t run away.” You pulled his head closer and kissed his lips softly. His hands encircled your waist, drawing your body closer to him, the hair on his forehead brushing against your chest. Your eyes met his and he seemed to calm slightly, your gaze soothing the flame inside him.

“I love you. I—” You suddenly confessed, a single tear slipping down your cheek. His breath faltered, ruby eyes widening, your words shaking his world completely. “I love you, Sylus. So much. I love you so intensely it scares me, I—Ah—” A moan was ripped from you when he suddenly picked up the pace, the sweat from his forehead landing between your breasts. Another happy tear slipped from your eye, and if you had enough energy to keep your eyes open, you’d see that he was teary-eyed too. His hands grabbed your head, turning it up so he could look straight into your eyes—his own burning with desire and unspoken devotion. He needed to hear you say the words once more, but before he could start pleading for it, you managed to read his mind.

“I love you, Sylus.”

And those words were what finally made him shatter.

He came, so violently he nearly blacked out, his whole body trembling, and movements faltering, his cock buried inside you the deepest he could go. He released grunt after grunt, his arms holding you tight to him, your soft sighs only seemed to prolong his fall. He nuzzled his face up against your neck, then cheek, his lips touching your skin, unable to press more kisses due to the uncontrollable moans coming out of his mouth.

“F-Fuck—” He managed to choke out and you tried to calm your heavy breathing, focused on his cum filling you up, so much that you could already feel it spilling out. You whined and brought your hands to his waist, holding him close, and you came one last time too, your pussy squeezing him even tighter, ripping a short cry out of him. Goosebumps spread around your body from the pleasure and you went pliant in his arms, letting your sore muscles finally rest against the soft sheets.

Sylus relaxed a few moments later, his sweaty body collapsing on top of you, mindful not to put his full weight on you. His hot, heavy breath still warmed your neck, your hearts beating rapidly against each other, showing no signs of calming anytime soon. He managed to turn onto his side, his arms still wrapped around you, taking your body with him.

You were held in a wet, yet warm embrace, his arms protecting you from the cold morning air, your bodies still connected. The silence that ascended upon you comfortable and desired after so much time of intense workout—both throats roughed up and in need of hydration.

“Sylus, I—” You started saying, your voice a rough whisper, your head raising to meet his gaze, surprised that his crimson eyes were already studying you. He put one of his hands on the back of your head, his fingers playing with your hair ever so gently.

His gaze so intense you started to turn your head away, but he gently brought it back to him. He didn’t have to open his mouth for you to understand what he was feeling—the emotion in his eyes unmistakable.

“I love you, too.” He breathed out, his hand going up to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers. His hand was cold and served as a delightful compress for your burning face. “I love you more than any words could ever express.”

He reminded you of a statue under this warm, morning light, his body perfectly sculpted. The only source of color were his cheeks, blaring red, nearly matching the color of his sparkling eyes. His wet hair still bearing the paths carved by your fingers, his lips kissed and twitching, fighting off a smile, which threatened to form when he realized how intensely you were observing him.

“My home is your home, my heart is your heart. Every breath I’ve been taking ever since I met you had already been yours — the day you tell me to cease, I will gladly do so.” He continued, his breath slowly calming down, one of your hands going to stroke his chest.

“I will never tell you to cease, you little dramatic fool.” You answered playfully, blinking away your tears, your hand going to rest on his warm cheek, his face immediately nuzzling into your palm. “If anything, I would curse you to live forever. Soundly and happily, by my side.” A soft laugh came out of his lips; a start of a smile that overtook his entire face, lightening up his features, showing off his small sharp canines.

“By your side...” He repeated, his voice possessing a dream-like quality, a smirk still visible. He swiped his hand over your body: from your shoulder, through your waist, down to your hip, and then back up. His touch soothing as always. “A curse has never sounded so sweet, my little dove.” He closed his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips. The happiness spread through his body so intensely, that he thought he was going to burst.

Live forever, by your side. There was no other place in the entire universe where he would rather be.

He felt you squirming, a crease appearing between your brows, your hand squeezing his bicep. He hissed, feeling you squeeze him down there too, his cock still buried deep inside you, your plush walls a place he never wanted to leave. However, he knew that after so much time and so many orgasms you needed a break, your body sensitive and in need of extensive pampering. Good thing he adored spoiling you with affection.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay sweetheart?” You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips. You were just too adorable. “And then I’ll put you in a warm bath, order your favorite meal and change the sheets. Any objections?”

“None at all.” He switched your position so that he was once again on top of you, and he gently pulled out, a grunt leaving his lips at the loss of the comfortable fit. You whimpered when his cum started flowing out of you freely, and he couldn’t look away, the sight making the desire in him burn once more. He stopped himself before he started showing the cum back inside you. “Will you join me in the bath too?” He looked at your face, covered in the warm sunlight, the sight making him breathless.

“I would love to, if that’s what you want.” He hugged you to himself one more time, his body covering yours completely, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. He grazed the delicate skin with his teeth, then pressed his lips to your pulse, his tongue picking out to lick at your salty skin. “I love you.” He whispered into your neck, basking in the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his lips. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for showing me what love feels like. Thank you for accepting me.” His breath started going out labored, the intensity of the emotion too big for his body.

“Thank you, for letting me love you. You are the best thing that happened to me, Sylus. I hope you know that.” Your kiss to his temple and your hands caressing his back felt like a blessing, your bodies connected in a soul-crushing hug his own private oasis. Never in his life had he experienced such a moment of total tranquility; only you were capable of bringing him peace.

He never wanted to let you go, and he didn’t have to. No other thought filled him with so much joy. You were his, just as much as he was yours. An ideal exchange of souls.

“I do.” He breathed out, and looked into your loving eyes once again. You smiled at him, and he felt his breath being punched out of him, his ruby eyes fluttering. He shook his head and reciprocated the smile, which quickly turned into a full laugh, your bodies shaking, hearts beating in unison. “I truly do.”

Your lips found his in a kiss that tasted like a promise—of a hand to hold, body to warm up to, and a heart that beat for one another. In every life, every universe, and in every space and time—now, and forevermore.

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“So which one finally did it?” You asked him nonchalantly, when you were both freshly washed up, lying on the new, pleasurably chilly sheets, basking in the afternoon sunlight. Too exhausted to raise, too happy to fall asleep after the whole night of making love.

His head on your chest stirred slightly, a confusion slowly overtaking his features.

“Hmm?” He opened his eyes, but he didn’t find it in himself to raise. His arms holding your body close to his, tightening their hold, a signal he hoped would make you continue the caress of his back with your fingers.

Your skin bared a fragrance of his soap and his skin, and he felt drunk ever since he noticed it.

“The workout outfit a size too small? Or those jeans at the funfair?” You continued, and his mind started to connect the dots. His eyes widened. “I knew that I would be sticking my ass out a lot that day so I made sure they were extra tight.” He heard you giggle and raised his head immediately, his gaze falling on yours.

“You—”

“What? You were making me wait forever! And don’t get me wrong…” You cupped his cheek, and he was rendered speechless. The whole time he was fighting for his sanity, trying to wait for you, restraining himself from taking you on the nearest piece of furniture — You were riling him up on purpose? “I love that you are a gentleman, and the princess treatment is really nice too, but I just couldn’t wait to have you ravish me, you know? Your girl has needs.”

He was going completely insane. He let out a hearty laugh, and shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that he underestimated you again, forgot that your desires and needs matched his almost perfectly.

And he should’ve known that the workout clothes were a bit too revealing for your liking. Fuck, he should’ve known.

“And it seems my girl is a sly little vixen.” His voice laced with humor, a smile still visible, head impossibly light. He hummed, and kissed a smile off of your plump lips, then your neck, shoulders and chest. You started trembling, and the smile he send you this time made him look as if he was a wolf studying his pray. You gulped audibly. “Well then, if you decided to manipulate me, then I think you are ready to suffer the consequences.” His kisses reached your breasts, and he took one perky nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately. His other hand grabbed at the other boob, kneading the flesh languidly.

“But it’s already bright outside, shouldn’t we—” A press of his finger on your lips hushed you, and his eyes met yours, his lips still circled around your delicate nipple. With a snap of his fingers the curtains covered the windows, cutting of the only source of light. Darkness enveloped you, making the press of his body on yours even more intimate. Your body was still on fire after the hours of tangling in sheets, every part of you sensitive and tingling under his skilled hands.

“Ah, ah. You’re trembling. Why is that, I wonder?” You heard his voice closer to your ear, and when your eyes got used to the darkness, you saw his eyes filled with mirth and something primal. His hands went slowly up your tights, their destination obvious. “I had no idea that my kitten was that starved. Now I can’t possibly leave her unsatisfied, can I?”

You felt his hands touch your warmest spot, and you let fireworks overtake you once more, your spine twisting to get closer to him. He tasted the skin on your chest again, and went down with his kisses, leaving a happy, wet trial in its wake. He raised suddenly, kissing you on the lips.

“And what about the zipper?” He asked absentmindedly into your lips, remembering the situation that nearly made him lose his mind couple of weeks ago.

“What zipper?” Your confusion truthful, your squeal loud when he suddenly plopped motionless on top of you, a sign of exasperation leaving his mouth.

It seems that loving you was the beginning of his end, after all.

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[fairytsuk1]

play fighting with katsuki<3

katsuki had said time and time again, "don't wanna hurt you on accident, baby. cut it out."

but you were relentless. you craved, needed and practically begged for katsuki to wrestle you to the ground as you flailed uselessly under him.

there was something about the way his forearms flexed as he pinned your wrists to the plush carpet of your home; katsuki would grin wickedly as he straddled you and brought his face centimeters from yours. "had enough yet?"

"nope," and you're worming your way from his gentle grip to kick up at his chest, though he catches your foot with ease. "hey, no fair! don't fold me!"

but he had already decided, you needed to be brought back down to earth. katsuki's hips solidly glue to yours as he leans over fully to bring your ankles by your ears. he had you folded like a pretzel. no matter how you squirmed and whined, katsuki had you in the most delicious mating press.

"yeah, i know, justtt fuckin' take it. you asked for this, nah, you begged for it."

he had you crying, hands pushing your thighs closer to your head as his cock drove into you over and over again. katsuki's a sweaty mess above you, tongue dipping out to lick at his lips while his eyes honed in on how your gummy walls gripped the base of his cock with each thrust.

"katsuki, kats', katsuki!! i can't, 's too much!"

"uh uh," he tuts and shifts his hips till he's angled upward and battering against that spongy spot deep inside you. "you wanted to fight, so we're fighting, baby. you're losing."

your face scrunches up and he grins cockily at your bleating whimper, "you're too strong! it's not fair!"

"not fair? 's not fair? awh, but weren't you just begging me to get on top of ya? you wanted this as much as i did."

you can't say no, in fact, you can't even reply as your husband fucks your brains out. his hips messily clap against yours with slick thumps against your ass; it smells of sweat and sex, and katsuki is reveling in your body as he rolls his fat cock deep into your guts.

"fuck, 'm in there, aren't i? fuuuck, i love fucking this sweet pussy. you just know what to do," he groans into your neck, hunckering over you to relentlessly pound you into your soft carpet.

"gonna cum, gonna cum!!"

you can barely reply to him, only able to feel how he fucks into your cunt with the ferocity of a man starved. a man in control, and you're delirious as you wrap yourself around katsuki as an anchor.

he knows your body, knows you're getting so close when your pretty feet curl into crescents and your head flies back—your hair splayed out on the ground and looking so delectable as the swan of your neck grows exposed.

"yeah, that's it, fuckin' cum on my cock. cum for your husband, you know you wanna give in."

and you do give in. hard. you're crying out and squirting from effort as your orgasm overtakes you. katsuki is right behind you, driving his hips deep one last time before spurting creamy white inside you. you can feel each pulse, and it drives you so wild that your eyes roll back.

"thereee we go," he grunts, hips twitching as he massages the backs of your thighs. katsuki lightly pats your cheek, thumb rubbing over the plump skin before pulling away.

"that was only round one, you know. i wanna go again," he's nosing at your jaw now, still having you pinned underneath him. "let's go again. come on, you can take me."

and you do, willingly. naturally, katsuki ends up tackling you to the ground with a joyful laugh, and all you can do is smile and let your man do what he does best. fight and fuck.

[minswriting]

virgin!spencer + dryhumping 😩🙏

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | you wake up to spencer humping your thigh, somnophilia (?)

you and spencer have been dating for a few months and haven’t really done anything sexual yet. you’ve made out, groped one another, but haven’t really gone farther than that. it wasn’t much of an issue for you. spencer was a virgin and you wanted to ensure he was ready before initiating anything.

which is why it surprised you when you woke up in the middle of the night, entangled in spencer’s arms as he rutted his cock against your thigh in his sleep. you knew he wasn’t awake, judging by the way his lips were parted and face still relaxed. but the subtle movement his of hips against your thigh certainly didn’t go unnoticed.

you laid there for a moment, unsure of what to do before gently bringing your hand to spencer’s cheek and caressing it. “spencer,” you whispered softly, knowing he was a pretty light sleeper.

“hmm?” he hummed, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes, his face showing that he had just woken up. “is everything okay? what’s up?” he said groggily.

you pursed your lips for a moment, glancing down at how spencer had his legs intertwined with yours and his cock still pressed against your thigh, before looking back at spencer. “good dream?” you asked.

and suddenly, spencer blushed deeply as he realized why you had woken him up. he had been rubbing his cock against you while dreaming about fucking you. he was about to pull away, to scurry off of you and get up but you stopped him, putting a hand on his torso to keep him still. “i-i-i’m so sorry,” spencer stuttered out, looking embarrassed.

“why are you sorry?” you asked softly, biting your bottom lip.

“because i was just rubbing myself against you,” spencer squeaked out, still very much embarrassed. he groaned, wanting to desperately to just go and hide.

“tell me what you were dreaming about, baby.” you murmured, looking at spencer with a gaze that spencer couldn’t quite understand, causing him to pause his internal freak out.

“why?” he whispered.

“because you’re still so hard and i want to hear what you were dreaming about,” you practically purred as you maneuvered yourself so that spencer’s cock was pressed against your clothed cunt.

the action caused spencer to whimper as realization hit him that you liked it. you liked that he was rutting against you in his sleep. “you,” spencer said as his voice cracked.

“what about me, baby?”

spencer let out a shaky breath as he gripped your waist. “i-i was dreaming about h-having sex with you,” he whispered as though it was a life changing secret. he couldn’t help the jolt of his hips as he thought about fucking you again, the dream still prominent on his brain. that small action caused you both to let out whimpers as he rubbed his cock against your clothed cunt.

you swallowed, moving your hips gently against spencer’s. “yeah?” you breathed out. “i’d love to have sex with you.”

spencer couldn’t help the whine that left his lips as you started moving your hips against his cock. the feeling was so much, so new to him and yet he adored it. “want to feel you around me so bad,” he moaned quietly. he moved his hips in sync with yours, not caring about anything else when your clothed cunt felt so good against his clothed cock.

you hummed in response. “i can’t wait to finally feel you inside of me,” you whispered, leaning in to press your lips against spencer’s. “been fingering myself so much thinking about your cock.”

and that was all spencer needed to hear before he let out a choked moan and pressed himself against you even more as his hips stuttered and he came in his pajama pants. “o-oh my-“ he said, throwing his head back. you continued to move against him, letting him ride out his orgasm before stopping.

you grinned as you looked at spencer. seeing him cum was the hottest thing you have witnessed. and it was safe to say that after that, neither of you waited much longer to finally have sex together.

[vividly-vermillion]

✴︎ CAUGHT RED HANDED PART 1

જ⁀➴ The LADS guys catch you masturbating.

ﾉ including: Xavier

ﾉ cw: afab!reader, no pronouns, masturbation, getting caught, suggesting that more will happen

ﾉ wordcount: 0.6k

ﾉ info: I didn't want to put too much into one post because I wil escalate with Zayne and Sylus and I know it. The others come in the next few days! ﾉ Requests are OPEN

Feel free to request a follow up on the sexy time happening!! COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

✶࿐ Xavier

♡ Xavier wouldn't spy on you or anything but the walls in these apartments are just so damn thin.

♡ At first he didn't think anything of it, you were probably just doing something else like a workout.

♡ But you sounded so irresistibly sweet, heavy pants and soft mewls. He had to press his ear to the floor to hear those.

♡ When he heard the way you moaned his name so desperately he froze for a moment - surely you wouldn't think of him while touching yourself?

♡ The code. He remembered that he had your door code to look after your plants (and plushies) when you were out on missions and he really didn't want to intrude on your privacy like that.

♡ But before he knew it, he was at your door, fingers mindlessly putting in the code to grant himself access to your place like many times before. Only this time it was different.

♡ Xavier followed the sweet sounds of soft moans and whimpers until he arrived at your door, half ajar.

♡ And there you were, splayed out on your bed with your thighs spread wide and one hand rubbing over your sensitive clit while the other groped and squeezed your boobs beneath your shirt.

♡ He couldn't believe his eyes, blinking a few times but then he heard his name in a breathy moan and any false reservations were gone.

♡ He should feel ashamed but he was far too gone, his hand traveling down his defined abs and into his pants, his cock rock hard already just from seeing you like that.

♡ Xavier gently rutted into his fist, slowly, carefully, so his clothes wouldn't rustle and give him away.

♡ However the next time you moaned his name, needy while you back arched, your hand came to a halt as to edge yourself, just for a second - Xavier could barely hold back his gasp, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

♡ "Hello?" You ask and your voice cracked. You were mortified, one hundred percent sure that you heard someone and you didn't want to fight anyone with just a shirt on and your ass out.

♡ "Just... watering the plants?" Xavier sounded unusually hesitant and you could easily tell that he was lying. He most definitely knew what you were doing.

♡ "Xav is that you?" You ask even though you already knew the answer. You just weren't sure if you wanted him there or not - that depended on his reaction.

♡ "uh yeah, it's me," he called out and you realized that he was right outside your door. He definitely saw you, but didn't want to disrespect you or make you feel unsafe.

♡ "You know that you could have texted if you needed something?" You call out and pull the blanket over your body to cover yourself.

♡ "yeah it's just... the walls are thin," your blood ran cold for a moment at his words, realizing that he heard you moan. Fuck.

♡ Your pussy shouldn't twitch with excitement at that, but it did, desperate for the possibilities. For his hands touching your skin and his mouth taking you to heaven.

♡ "And you came down exactly why...?" You asked as you bit on your lower lip, hoping he thought about the same thing.

♡ No answer... After a few seconds your phone vibrated with a message from Xavier.

♡ "You told me to text you when I needed something" was all it said and it made you giggle.

♡ "Take what you want then. Mi casa es tu casa ;))" you replied back and your door opened almost in an instant.

♡ Xavier looked sleepy, hair disheveled but there was a hunger and need in his eyes when he walked over to your bed at a rather fast pace, eyes trained on your body.

♡ Who knew that Xavier was listening in on your private times just like you always did when you heard him groaning just above your bedroom.

[nilla03]

𝑪𝒀𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑿 ✰ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑙𝑎𝑝 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

You had been good—for the first thirty minutes. Now, though, you were over it.

“Megs,” you whined, kicking your feet a little as you pouted at him from across the room. “This is taking too long.”

Megumi didn’t even glance at you, his dark hair hanging over his eyes as he sat with his arm stretched out, the artist carefully dragging the needle over his skin. His sleeve was nearly complete, intricate blackwork and delicate shading wrapping around his muscled forearm. His rings clinked against the chair’s armrest when his fingers flexed.

“Not my problem,” he muttered.

You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest to make sure he saw the way your tits pushed up in your tiny, low-cut top. “But I’m bored.”

“Then go home.”

You narrowed your eyes. Oh, he was being mean.

Pushing up from your chair, you strutted over to him, placing yourself right next to his seat. “No,” you said, pouting. “I wanna sit with you.”

His eyes finally flicked to you, heavy-lidded and sharp, the silver hoop in his lip catching in the light as he exhaled. “Sit over there.”

“I wanna sit here.” Before he could stop you, you climbed onto his lap, settling yourself right over the hard muscle of his thighs. He stiffened beneath you, but you just curled your arms around his neck, brushing your fingers over the piercings in his ear.

The tattoo artist gave a short laugh. “She always this needy?”

“Worse,” Megumi muttered, but his big hands found your waist, gripping you tightly. “You’re testing me,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear.

You smirked, shifting ever so slightly, feeling the bulge beneath his sweats press against your barely-covered core. His grip tightened.

“I just wanna be close,” you whispered, tilting your head as you trailed your fingers down the back of his neck. “That a problem?”

His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking. “You keep moving like that, and we’re gonna have a big problem.”

The second you shifted on his lap again—just a little grind, a little test—Megumi exhaled hard through his nose, his grip on your waist turning bruising.

“Yo,” he called to the artist, voice tight. “Gimme a break.”

The tattoo artist lifted a brow, setting the gun down. “Need a smoke or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” Megumi muttered, but his hands never left your body. The artist shrugged. “I’ll be outside. Ten minutes.”

The second the door clicked shut, Megumi’s fingers flexed, then tightened—before he was flipping you onto the chair so fast your breath hitched. You barely had time to squeak before his big hands were on your thighs, spreading you open, yanking your little skirt up so fast the fabric nearly tore.

“You just couldn’t fucking wait, could you?” His voice was low, dripping with irritation

You batted your lashes, feigning innocence, even as your cunt clenched around nothing. “I don’t know what you mean, Megs.”

His lips curled, amusement flashing for just a second before his ringed fingers hooked into your panties and ripped them clean down the middle.

“Megumi!” you gasped.

“Shut up,” he muttered, shoving them into his pocket like a fucking souvenir. Then he was undoing his sweats, pushing them down just enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, already leaking. He stroked it once, twice, and you whimpered, your hips lifting off the chair.

“Look at you,” he scoffed, dragging the tip through your slick folds. “All that whining, all that attitude—just to end up bent over looking like a slut for me”

Your face burned, but you still pouted. “Took too lonnng”

Before you could throw another bratty quip, he was sinking into you, stretching you open with one slow, brutal thrust. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Megumi groaned, head tipping forward, lip piercing glinting under the harsh shop lights. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Always so fucking wet everytimee-.”

You whined, fingers scrambling to grip his tattooed forearms as he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the chair creaking under the force.

“What happened to all that attitude?” he taunted, setting a ruthless pace. His hands dug into your hips, keeping you still while he fucked into you

You sobbed, legs wrapping around his waist as his cock dragged against that spot inside you over and over. “M-Megumi—”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. “You wanted my attention, baby,” he murmured darkly, rolling his hips deep. “Now fucking take it.”

Your nails dug into his back, pleasure twisting tight in your gut. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the shop, filthy and obscene, mixing with your breathy moans and Megumi’s ragged groans.

“Gonna come already?” he taunted, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him.

You gasped, nodding frantically, tears welling up. “Y-Yeah—”

“Too bad.” His fingers wrapped around your throat, just enough to make you whimper. “You wanna be a brat? You come when I say.”

A sob left your lips, legs shaking, body strung so tight you thought you’d snap.

Megumi smirked, cruel and satisfied. “Guess you should’ve behaved, huh?”

[wonkizz]

cute, no?- psh

sunghoon x fem reader genre: smut MDNI!! small amount of angst wc: 4.1k warn: whore sunghoon, “inexperienced”! reader (it’s not exactly important), sensitive reader, sunghoon’s kinda a dick at first, mentions of karina, chaewon, hanni and yunjin, unprotected sex, choking, fingering, pussy eating, mouth fucking, mean! sunghoon at first, kinda soft-ish/calm sunghoon after, taking nudes and “accidentally” sending them to the wrong person, both sunghoon and reader are weird but they’re weird together, very brief kissing, if there’s anything else lmk

note: more smut i promise im thinking of some fluff to write i just keep coming up with these ideas lmao i need to get em out, also this isn’t proof read so hehe

You knew your roommate was somewhat of a whore. It never bothered you, if anything, you were jealous.

He just….snapped his fingers and girls fell at his feet.

You wished you could bag guys that easily.

Albeit you and Sunghoon rarely acknowledged each other. How did you become roommates in the first place, you may be wondering? It’s very simple. You were living with your sister, she moved out to live with her boyfriend, you needed a new roommate, Sunghoon answered your facebook ad. Simple as that.

The only rules you had were keeping the space clean and not being too loud at night.

Sunghoon definitely kept up with the first one, never having a hair out of place.

The second, well… not so much. But, it didn’t bother you. You had really good noise canceling headphones for a reason.

Though at night, you could still hear the sounds of the multitude of girls he would bring home day in and day out.

Their loud moans, whimpers, mewls, borderline screams!

You don’t know if the sex is really good, or if they’re just really sensitive.

It must be Sunghoon though, right?

But is he really that good?

Sometimes you find yourself wishing you were in those girls' places…but you know he’d never go for someone like you.

Something you haven’t mentioned, Sunghoon is like, drop dead gorgeous. You’re surprised he hasn’t been casted as a model or an idol or something.

But he’s just a struggling student like you. Clearly not struggling in the sex department though.

You’re not a virgin, but you’ve only had sex three times in your 22 years of life.

All three times were not that satisfying and personally you don’t blame yourself.

You just haven’t found that person who can really do it for you, and your own hand and toy have started to become…tired.

It’s been quite some time since you’ve felt the touch of another person. You’ve started craving, like you’re touch-starved.

Back to the topic of Sunghoon, he’s mesmerizing and you are a stereotypical nerd.

You’re not ugly, but your everyday appearance is not exactly eye-catching like what Sunghoon typically brings home.

You find yourself thinking about him more often than not. What he’s into sexually. How far he’s willing to go.

One thing about you, you’re very, very sensitive.

You’ve made yourself come 5 times in a span of 20 minutes.

Another thing about you, you’re somewhat of a freak…or maybe a major freak?

Safe to say you think about sex way more than you should, and you are not as vanilla as your friends think you are.

God, if you could just get one crack at Sunghoon, you’d be happy.

But alas, that’s just a dream.

It’s midnight on a Friday, you’ve just gotten out of the shower after doing your whole night routine.

You slip on some comfy pjs (aka an oversized tee and shorts) and make your way to the couch with a late night snack (black raspberry dark chocolate chunk ice cream) ready to indulge in the food network.

Sunghoon isn’t home, you figure he’s out at a party or with friends.

You’re digging into your pint of ice cream when the front door opens.

Sunghoon steps inside and you hear a giggle behind him.

Someone, a woman, steps in behind him.

Their lips are about to meet when her eyes find yours.

“Oh!” She exclaims, pulling away. “This must be your roommate! You didn’t tell me she was so…cute!”

This woman is gorgeous. Sleek, black hair, beautiful body that’s wrapped in a dress that fits her perfectly and her face is something out of a magazine.

She must be looking at you, with your oversized, not to mention stained, tee and shorts, glasses and ice cream in hand like you’re a joke. An utter, complete, joke.

Sunghoon barely spares a glance at you, clearing his throat and gesturing between you and this woman, “Karina, Y/N, Y/N, Karina,” he introduces you to her.

All you can do is wave before realizing the situation you’re in.

Sunghoon has once again brought a woman home and you’re clearly in the way.

You spring up from the couch, “I didn’t mean to be in the way, I'll just go to my room!”

Before either can say anything, you turn off the tv and nearly sprint to your room, ice cream still in hand.

You shut the door behind you, listening to footsteps.

You hear them making their way to Sunghoon’s room, right across from yours.

“She’s cute, no?” You hear Karina ask.

“I guess, not really my type though,” Sunghoon responds.

Ouch. You already knew it, but hearing it said aloud stings more than you thought it would.

The sex Sunghoon and Karina have that night is so loud, even your headphones can block it.

Her moans and squeals of his name infiltrate your mind into the morning, as you barely got any sleep.

You assume Karina is still in the apartment by time you get up for your early morning class.

You’re in the kitchen, preparing a cup of tea when Sunghoon comes in, rubbing his eyes.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “I hope we didn’t disturb you too much.”

This is the first time he’s ever bothered to say this to you, not to mention the first time he’s ever acknowledged you in the morning.

You shake your head, giving him a faint smile as you push up your glasses, “Not at all.”

Once you leave the apartment, the walk to campus isn’t far.

Your best friend, Chaewon, is already waiting for you in front of your first class.

By the time you’re free, you meet up with your other friends, Yunjin and Hanni.

“What’s up with you?” Hanni asks, “You seem down.”

You sigh, “Sunghoon brought a really pretty girl home last night.”

They all raise their brows at you, “Okay,” Yunjin says, “that’s never bothered you before? Why now?”

“Because,” you start, “she called me cute.”

“She called you…cute?” Chaewon questions. “Why is that bad?”

“It’s not, but after I went back into my room, I heard them and she said to Sunghoon ‘She’s cute, no?’ and Sunghoon said ‘I guess, but she’s not really my type’. I already knew I wasn’t but hearing it said out loud stung a lot.”

Hanni rubs your shoulder.

“Well who gives a fuck what Sunghoon thinks!” Yunjin says. “You know you’re beautiful, and he’s just a man at the end of the day!”

“I know!” You groan, burying your head in your arms, “I know I shouldn’t care about his opinion or whether I’m his type or not but it’s like, when someone so attractive doesn’t see you that way it’s like, damn!”

You continue, “It’s not like I’m even into him romantically or anything like that. If anything, I’m just into him sexually, cause if you guys heard what I did you probably would be too!”

“So it’s not about romantic feelings, just sexual feelings?” Hanni asks.

You nod, “More like sexual frustration. I haven’t had sex in so long and it’s kinda killing me at this point.”

“So what if you make him acknowledge you sexually?” Chaewon implies.

“How do I do that? Like he said, I’m not even his type.”

“Well number one, acknowledge that this is just for sex. You’re not changing anything about yourself for him because at the end of the day he’s just a man and we don’t change ourselves for men, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, then, do something to get his attention. Something sexual. Something that’ll catch his eye without changing how you are or who you are.”

You all pause for a moment, thinking of possible ideas.

Yunjin, after 5 minutes, lights up, “I’ve got it!”

After a long, somewhat agitating day of classes, you find yourself back at home.

You took another long, hot shower, did your night routine and dressed yourself in the cutest pj set you have.

What exactly was Yunjin’s plan? Take some pictures and “accidentally” send them to Sunghoon.

Now, have you ever taken nudes before? No. But you did a little research and you figure it can’t be that hard.

With your top pulled up and your tits fully exposed, you sit on your bed, front camera facing your tits.

The lighting is perfect, dim, but not too dark.

As you snap the pic, flash off, you look at it and…damn. If that’s not a good pic, you don’t know what is!

You spend the next 10 minutes debating if you should really do this. What if you just embarrass yourself completely and Sunghoon doesn’t buy into it at all?

Then you’ll never live it down.

But, you won’t know if you don’t try.

You pull up his contact, saved simply as ‘Sunghoon’

and attach the photo with the invisible ink effect and type ‘what do you think?’ before hitting send.

You nearly throw your phone across the room, but instead just slam it face down as your heart starts to beat more rapidly.

You know Sunghoon isn’t home right now, nor do you even know if he’ll be coming home tonight.

The only thing you can do is hope and pray for the best.

You exit out of the messages, not wanting him to know you’re waiting for a response and scroll through your phone trying not to panic.

After an agonizing few minutes, your phone dings.

You prepare yourself for embarrassment.

Sunghoon responded.

You’re expecting shock. An exclamation of sorts. Heck, even a question mark or two.

Instead, all you see is, ‘They’re nice.’

They’re nice.

Did he just fucking say, they’re nice?

Is that good?

You text the group chat a screenshot asking the same question.

The girls respond immediately, telling you to go forth with the plan, that that’s a good sign.

You take a deep breath. Don’t overdo it.

You: omg

You: sunghoon i’m so sorry

You: i didn’t mean to send that to you

He reads it and responds immediately.

Sunghoon: then who did you mean to send it to?

You: a friend

Sunghoon: what friend?

You: don’t worry about it! just please accept my apology :( i’m so sorry again

The text bubble indicates he’s typing, then it disappears and reappears.

Sunghoon: I’m coming home.

Sunghoon: Don’t move.

That last text makes your pussy throb in your pajama shorts.

You send the screenshot to the group chat which erupts immediately.

Chaewon: oh shitttt hehehe

Hanni: i fear you’re getting fucked into the mattress tonight

Yunjin: you mean you don’t fear lmao good luck girl

You occupy yourself for the time being, knowing Sunghoon will be home shortly.

As soon as you hear that front door open, you act nonchalantly, scrolling through your phone as if you’re not ecstatic.

Sunghoon doesn’t even bother knocking, opening your door and letting himself into your room.

His hair is slightly disheveled, like he’d been running his hand through it, and his face is stoic.

You look up at him innocently.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, knowing damn well you’re playing with fire.

Sunghoon scoffs, not saying a word as he walks to the side of your bed, grabbing your phone and throwing it to the side, not even watching where it lands.

You however do watch where it lands on the floor a few feet away and are about to protest when Sunghoon grabs you by the jaw.

“Do you like playing games you know you’re not gonna win?” He asks, voice low and condescending.

Fuck, if it doesn’t make your pussy more wet than it already is.

His grip on your jaw tightens, making you whimper. But you like the pain, and he knows that immediately.

“Take your clothes off,” he commands, finally letting go of your jaw.

You move to do as he says, albeit slowly.

Starting with your top, you lift it over your head, your tits falling out into view.

His eyes latch onto them immediately, and you take note of how he licks his lower lip.

“Shorts too,” he says.

You lay back against your pillows, lifting your hips to drag your shorts down your legs, sitting back up to then throw them in the same direction as your shirt.

Sunghoon smirks in amusement, “Of course you’re not wearing underwear. You’re a little slut aren’t you?”

Your own tongue pokes out to wet your lips and you watch as his eyes follow it.

Sunghoon begins to undress himself, starting with his shirt.

His pale skin is beautiful and the expanse of his toned torso almost makes you drool.

Your eyes find his arms, taking in his biceps and how much you want them around your neck.

“Hey, eyes here,” he says, snapping you back to his own face, making you keep your focus on him.

He unbuckles his belt, taking his time undoing it, pulling it out of the loop, letting it drop to the floor.

You know for a fact that your pussy is leaking onto your bed right now, and you don’t give a damn.

Sunghoon lets his pants fall, stepping out of them.

Now, he’s just left in his boxers.

“Come here, on your knees,” he gestures to you with his finger to the floor.

You obey immediately, crawling off the bed to the floor.

The carpet of your room scratches against your knees but you don’t care.

“Take them off.”

Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down gently.

His hard cock springs out, slapping against his stomach before stilling in front of you.

Sunghoon’s left hand finds the back of your head, grasping your hair tightly.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says, eager as he chuckles in amusement, “You must love cock don’t you?” He asks, using his right hand to slap the tip of his cock against your tongue, then spreading his pre-cum all over it as you hum in appreciation.

He quietly begins to push his cock into your mouth, before pulling back out.

You do your best to breathe through your nose, as saliva piles in your mouth and drips down the sides.

Suddenly he shoves himself into your mouth, until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag erratically.

Saliva spills out of your mouth rapidly, drilling onto the floor.

Your hands find his thighs, palms open, squeezing softly.

“I told you,” Sunghoon says, “don’t play games you’re not gonna win.”

With that, he begins to roughly thrust in and out of your mouth, getting off on how much you’re gagging.

Tears begin to pool in your eyes as spit and pre-cum mix together to coat his cock and spill everywhere.

He uses your hair as leverage, not letting up for even a second.

You keep your eyes on his as he uses you for his pleasure, even as your tears blur your vision.

“Fucking filthy,” he sneers, “I’m gonna cum in this filthy fucking mouth and you’re gonna swallow it, understood?”

You do your best to nod with his cock still in your mouth.

Suddenly he pulls out, and you gasp for air.

Sunghoon continues to pump himself, still holding onto your hair, “Stick your tongue out,” he says.

You do so and soon he’s spilling his load all over your tongue and into your mouth.

Just as he’s finished, he leans down, dropping a glob of spit on top of everything.

“Swallow.”

You do, eagerly, showing him your clean tongue once you’re done.

He pulls you up by your hair, leading you back to the bed.

Sunghoon shoves you down onto your back, pushing you so you’re up by the headboard, head on the pillows.

He’s on his knees in front of you, cock still hard.

He pushes you into a mating press, your thighs pushed against your chest, practically folded in half.

Without warning, he leans down, tongue meeting your wet, sopping pussy.

You gasp, jerking in place as you squeal from the immediate pleasure it gives you.

“Sunghoon!” You cry, eyes wide as his nonchalant ones look into yours.

“What?” He responds, as if it’s nothing.

“I’m..I’m sensitive.”

He smirks, “Then that means I get to make you come more than once.”

He goes back to your pussy, pinning you down to the bed as he eats you like a starved man.

Sunghoon groans at your taste, licking fat stripes up and down your pussy.

He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking it, flicking it with his tongue repeatedly, even having the balls to scrape it with his teeth lightly.

All this while your back arches up from the bed, hips held in place by Sunghoon’s hands.

“Oh my fucking god!” You shout into the open, knowing this would get you a one way ticket to hell.

Sunghoon then takes his tongue, fucking it into your hole.

You squeal loudly, hands gripping the bed sheets on either side of you.

More tears form in your eyes before falling like water from a faucet.

You’re full on crying from pleasure.

When you said you were sensitive, you meant it.

“Sunghoon, I’m gonna cum,” you whine,” one hand threading itself into his long locks.

He, who was occupying himself, makes his way back to your clit, licking circles around it, up and down, figure eights, anything to make you cum in his mouth.

You’re chanting to god, any god at this point.

With one final call of his name, you cum into his mouth, Sunghoon lapping it all up, swallowing it eagerly as you did to him.

Your breathing is heavy as you’re coming down from your high, noticing as Sunghoon pulls away, his lips glistening with your release on them.

He licks his lips, with that the remnants of you.

Just as you’re beginning to calm down, Sunghoon speaks, “We’re nowhere near done, sweetheart.”

Before you can say anything else, he takes his left hand and middle finger and inserts it inside you, making you gasp.

He doesn’t give you the chance to protest or adjust before he’s thrusting it in and out of you.

You throw your head back, getting used to the intrusion regardless.

Soon he’s inserting another finger, and together those fingers fuck you like no one has ever fingered you.

His fingers are long and they hit every spot inside you immediately.

Before you know it, you’re crying again in pleasure, the tears falling down your cheeks, leaving tear stains like the previous ones.

“Oh my fucking god, Sunghoon.”

“You love this, don’t you,” he says, almost like he’s mocking you.

His fingers curl, hitting that one spot inside you that has your toes curling.

Your mouth opens in shock, and stays open, refusing to close as he finger fucks you open.

Your pussy gets wetter as he goes on, more and more arousal leaking out of you onto his hand.

“You’re like a fountain,” he says, smiling almost genuinely. “You gonna cum again?”

You nod, finally closing your mouth, your lips pursing as you feel something different this time around.

“Sunghoon I think I’m gonna—”

And before you can finish, you’re squirting like an actual fountain, the liquid splashing out of you onto your sheets and Sunghoon’s hand.

You gasp, and even Sunghoon is surprised, his own mouth formed into an o.

His fingers finally slow down, pulling out of you as you finish.

Both of you are quiet for a moment before Sunghoon laughs, “That was fucking hot.”

You can’t help but blush, you’ve never squirted before.

It seems he can tell, “You’ve never done that before?”

You shake your head.

“Well, I’m glad I’m the first to do it.”

He then lands a surprisingly slap on your pussy, making you jump.

Your eyes widen, looking at him in shock and all he does is smile.

“I’m still not done with you,” he says.

“More?” You question.

“You didn’t think you’d get out of this without me fucking you, did you?”

Sunghoon pulls you towards him by your ankles, holding your legs apart before aligning himself with your hole.

You prepare yourself for his size as quickly as you can, because within seconds he’s pushing in.

You take deep breaths, “Fuck, you’re big.”

“I know,” he responds accordingly.

You pout at that, smacking his arm as he laughs at you.

He gives you time to adjust this time around, and after a moment you give him the signal to move.

You realize now he’s calmed down a little bit from before, which you don’t mind, seeing as this is a new side of him.

As he starts to piston his hips, his cock hits all the right places.

Your hands find their place on his back, your nails digging into his skin.

He groans at the feeling, liking the pain.

You mewl at the power in his thrusts, the roll of his hips.

“Fuck, yes Sunghoon.”

“You like taking my cock?”

“Love it,” you manage to get out.

“Oh you love it?” He teases you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Sunghoon,” you say.

He hums, focused on fucking you into the mattress.

You take his hand, bringing it up and wrapping it around your throat.

He looks into your eyes, his own widen for a moment before he bites his lip.

He presses down on the sides of your throat, just enough to wind you slightly.

“Dirty fucking girl.”

He keeps his hand there, steady pressure, making you feel closer and closer to cumming again.

“You gonna cum on my cock this time?” Sunghoon asks.

“Yes, yes, Sunghoon! Want you to cum in me!”

Sunghoon steadies himself, and uses his other hand to press on the bulge in your tummy.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

You feel the band in your stomach snap for the third time tonight, cumming all around Sunghoon’s cock as you feel him cum inside you, pumping you full.

As his thrusts start to slow down and finally come to a stop, he unwraps his hand from your throat and just looks at you.

Your face, adorned by your glasses. Your red, tear stained cheeks. You look up at him, blinking a few times in succession, “What?”

Sunghoon leans down and for the first time, kisses you.

You kiss him back, albeit somewhat hesitantly.

As you pull away, he looks like there’s something on his mind.

You want to ask what it is, but choose not to.

After using the bathroom, Sunghoon helps you change your sheets and you both redress.

You figure he’s going to go back to his room, but he surprises you as he slides into your bed beside you.

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, and then, Sunghoon speaks, “So, be honest with me. Who was that picture meant for?”

You take a deep breath, gunning between telling a lie and the truth. The truth eventually wins the battle.

“The truth is, it wasn’t meant for anyone. I sent it to you on purpose,” you say.

Sunghoon’s brows furrow, “But you said it was an accident?”

“Yeah, I lied. The truth is the other night, when you had Karina over I heard you tell her I’m not your type.”

Sunghoon starts to stutter out an excuse, “I didn’t mean—”

“I know what you meant, Sunghoon,” you say, cutting him off. “I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting but at the end of the day I already knew I wasn’t your type. The reality is I kinda just wanted you in my bed so I devised a plan with my friends to make you see me differently and well… it obviously worked.”

Sunghoon is quiet, until he’s not.

You expect him to be weirded out, curse you out and call you names. But instead, he starts laughing.

“That is the craziest shit I’ve ever heard and yet…I kinda like it.”

You look at him to find him already staring at you.

“You’re not weirded out?”

He shakes his head, “I’m oddly flattered. Maybe that’s weird but I guess that makes us both weird then.”

Suddenly, he’s shifting so he’s on top of you, caging you underneath him.

You don’t know what to do with your hands, so you, albeit somewhat awkwardly, place them on his shoulders.

“Is it safe to say you fascinate me now?” Sunghoon asks, leaning down, placing slow, deliberate kisses on your neck and shoulder.

You naturally turn your head to give him more access, “I guess not. I’ve never had someone tell me I fascinate them.”

Sunghoon’s kisses trail upwards until his lips meet yours in another fiery kiss.

Breaking away after a while, he descends until his mouth is adjacent to your clothed pussy.

“Sunghoon,” you interrupt, “we just changed the sheets.”

He looks up at you, a twinkle in his eye, “We can change them again.”

WONKIZZ 2025

[tacoteddy22]

“I promise I can be quiet,” you lie to him. You’re alone in his office at Akso Hospital and are currently trying to convince him to fuck you just real quick before you have to go back to work yourself.

You will not be quiet, you both know this. You can’t help yourself when he has some part of him buried deep in your pussy. Your hand is rubbing his cock through his pants and you can feel him growing harder despite his protests. He rubs the bridge of his nose, but quickly drops his hand to your waist as you get up on your tippy toes and start kissing his neck.

It had been days since you last had a moment alone and you could wait til you both got home from work, but you didn’t want to. And you are here now - which was very convenient.

“Zayne, please,” you whimper into his ear.

He didn’t need to say anything for you to know that he had finally conceded to your request.

His hands grasp your waist tightly and his lips slam into yours. Suddenly you are on his desk with your legs wrapped around him and your skirt hiked up. You fumble for his belt buckle and push his pants down just enough to free his cock. He unzips the back of your dress and unclasps your bra, freeing your tits. The contents of his desk topple over and clatter loudly to the floor. You turn your head to look at what had fallen, but a cool hand gently pulls your gaze back to his. His green eyes had glossed over and he no longer was the buttoned up doctor from a few seconds ago.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

He demands in a low whisper as he roughly hikes your skirt higher up around your waist and yanks your panties aside. His fingers softly caress your folds until he finds your clit and starts circling it slowly. He kisses down your neck until he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. The tips of his fingers cooling slightly as he toys with you sends you into a mild frenzy.

Your head rolls back as you continue to stoke him. He’s so big in your hand and the anticipation of him being inside you makes your stomach clench and your pussy ache for him. His tongue swirls around your nipple before gently biting down. You start to cry out, but remember your promise and snap your mouth shut letting out a barely contained hum.

“I missed you so much, I want you to fuck me on this desk,” you say softly once you know your cries are contained. You know you won’t be able to hold back soon enough, but you can at least try to be quiet for now.

His fingers dip inside your cunt and he smiles as he discovers how wet you are.

“It seems as though you missed me as much as I have missed you,” he says before kissing you again. His fingers stroke your inner walls and he finds that one spot he knows drives you wild.

Your hand stills on him as his fingers inside you make you lose all sense of reality. He pulls them out and you whine at the sudden emptiness you feel.

You look at him with heavy eyes and watch as he lines his cock up to your entrance and sinks himself deeply inside you, groaning as you clench around him. He pumps slowly into you and watches himself disappear and reappear inside you with awe.

His dark hair falls over his eyes and you reach up to cup his face. He looks down at you and the corner of his mouth curves up in a smile before he’s kissing you again. You unbutton his shirt so you can feel his skin against yours. He pulls you closer and fucks you the way he knows you are desperate for - hard and fast. You rake your nails against his back as he holds you close whispering filthy words of encouragement.

“You’re such a good girl when you take all of me like this.”

“So beautiful when you lose yourself in me.”

“Give yourself to me, baby girl.”

His hand snakes its way between you to find your clit again and the promise you made to be quiet was officially broken.

“OOOHHHH ZAY-”

Your cries are cut off by his other hand clamping over your mouth to keep some semblance of quiet. His green eyes stare at you sternly as he continues to fuck you at a constant pace. The remaining items on his desk are in complete disarray and you’re certain you heard something break a minute ago.

You don’t care. You aren’t sorry you were loud. You dart your tongue out to lick at his palm and he shakes his head.

“My love, did you want the whole hospital to hear you?” He says with a hint of amusement in his voice, probably because he could feel you clenching tighter around him as your orgasm was rapidly approaching.

You shake your head and lean into his touch as he moves his hand from your mouth to the side of your face.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you try to whisper quietly, but your voice cracks and it comes out louder than intended.

He grunts in response and you can tell his renewed focus means he is also close. He presses his forehead to your shoulder and angles your hips so he can get deeper into you. His fingers on your clit begin to match the rhythm of his hips and you pull his tie from around his neck bunching it into a ball. The tie barely makes it to your mouth to muffle your cries as you come hard around his cock. His own quiet grunts of ecstasy keep him at bay while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. You are in no way quiet, just like you both expected, but neither of you care in the moment.

Tears streak down your face at the intensity of your release and soon he tips over the edge and unloads himself into you. He buries his face in your neck as he comes and his hot breath on your skin contrasts with the icy touch of his fingers on your face.

The mild use of his evol makes you smile and you kiss each of his fingertips in a wordless confirmation that you weren’t hurt by it.

He kisses you slowly as he pulls out of you and you let your head fall back as your breathing evens out. His head remains in your neck and surprise surfaces within you as he starts to laugh.

“Do you think they heard us?” He ponders as he drinks in the sight of you - dress bunched around your waist, tits out, hair all messy, and your face streaked with dried tears. His gaze wanders to the mess on the floor and the broken picture frame. He rubs the bridge of his nose again and your proper Dr. Zayne is back. Almost.

He looks just as disheveled and well-fucked with his shirt completely open, pants hung low on his hips and his hair sticking out.

“I assume someone heard something and they are now spreading salacious rumors about you, Dr. Zayne! Especially with this wrinkled tie!” You tease him as you both finish getting dressed and he pulls you into his arms. He kisses you slowly and you melt into him until you’re slightly breathless and already ready for another round.

“Good, maybe people will stop calling me boring. See you at home, love. I’ve got some ideas on how we can use this tie again later,” he says with a kiss, a wink, and a playful smack to your ass.

You turn around and smile at him as you wave goodbye. The stares of the nurses at the desk don’t go unnoticed by you as you leave and you smile proudly at them on your way out.

[bunni-v1]

Cums all over your smilk headcanons

ANYWAYS wha if reader was just as much of a sensitive doll as he is when bottoming, would he just ignore them 😭

MDNI

Bro don't do that ur gonna stain it........

Anyway, I think that Shadow Milk is surprisingly flexible about sex! Like I said before he's not really in it for himself, what he enjoys is making you come undone. While that CAN mean him being cruel and giving you verbal lashings and being rough, if you're not into it he's not gonna force you.

Yes, he likes pinning you down and making you take it. Yes, he enjoys seeing you squirm and tear up from his sexual torture. Of course, he likes it when you whimper and whine when he calls you a needy slut. But he ONLY enjoys it when you're also into it. If you're not enjoying it, it's not really fun, it's just... gross.

He can feel your discomfort through the bite, you can't hide it from him, and he doesn't like the feeling coursing through his dough.

He loves you after all, and as much as he loathes to admit it, he doesn't want to hurt you. If you need some softer treatment, he can be flexible! No more degrading if you do not like it, he's more than happy to baby you if you like. He'll tease you for being so sensitive, though. Nothing too mean, just cooing at you like a petulant little child.

If you don't like being hit manhandled or tied up, that's okay too. There are other ways to have fun while having sex, roleplaying, cumplay, mutual masturbation, etc.. He'll survive if you're too sensitive to be played with so roughly.

One thing he doesn't compromise on is overstimulation and edging. They're his favorites, and if you're so sensitive it'll just make it easier to get the reaction he wants from you!

I didn't mention this in the first post, but I know for a fact you have an established safe word that he insisted on (believe it or not). He is very aware of the fact that you are not like him, and you are easily hurt in ways that he is not. Because of his kinks and what he indulges in, he needs you to have that safeword so he doesn't end up legitimately hurting you on accident.

He's a secret sweetheart with a soft spot in his dough just for you. He might not show it often, but he will when he needs to.

[urmum-lovesme]

May I request dad rafe? Surprising wife reader w a cake the (tried to) bake for her birthday?

anon this is so adorable stop I love the way your brain works😭

The house was filled with the vibrant scent of fresh flowers and colourful balloons floated cheerfully around the living room. Sarah had gone all out, making sure the place was filled with decorations to celebrate Y/N’s birthday. She had even topped off the presents Y/N received with a few extra touches, leaving Rafe to handle the rest of the surprise. Rafe was in the kitchen, a slight frown on his face as he flipped through one of his mom's old cookbooks. Baby Cameron, now six months old, was strapped into her high chair squealing in excitement as her daddy flipped through the pages. “Alright, let’s see,” Rafe muttered, reading the instructions aloud,

“Flour, eggs, sugar… how hard can it be, right?”

Baby Cameron responded with an enthusiastic squeal, as if agreeing with her dad. Rafe looked at her, his lips curling into a grin,

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

He leaned over and gently lifted her out of the high chair, carefully sliding her into the baby carrier. Rafe murmured, adjusting the carrier straps and gently bouncing her.

“Time to show your mom how much I appreciate her”

Though Rafe had never baked a cake before in his life, he was determined to get it right for Y/N. She had been running around, balancing everything with the baby, and he wanted to do something nice for her- something simple but meaningful. As the warmth of the kitchen surrounded them, Rafe set the cookbook down on the counter, glancing down at his baby girl as she cooed, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Alright, you gonna help me?"

He asked, giving her a playful smile. She let out a squeal in response, as if saying ‘yes'. Rafe stood at the counter, holding the cookbook open with one hand and stirring the batter with the other. Baby Cameron, nestled in her carrier, was happily watching from his chest.

“This isn’t so bad, hmm?”

He murmured, a smile creeping onto his face as he stirred the ingredients together. “I mean, I thought it would be harder..”

The girl gurgled happily, her little hands swiping at the air as if agreeing with him. Rafe chuckled. He measured out the flour, cracking eggs into the bowl with precision. It was going so smoothly that he started to get cocky.

“Look at this baby girl, I’m a pro,”

He grinned, adding sugar with the same confidence. But just as he finished stirring, his foot bumped the edge of the counter, sending a stray bottle of vanilla extract tumbling off. It hit the floor with a soft thud.

“Shit”

Rafe muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab the bottle, careful not to knock anything else over. Meanwhile, watching her dad closely, the little girl let out a high-pitched squeal, her excitement increasing with every movement he made. Rafe, feeling a bit more at ease now that he picked up his mess, reached for the rubber spatula and handed it to the baby, who immediately grabbed it with both hands, her eyes lighting up with joy.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, “my little chef hmm princess?”

Baby Cameron’s response was to shove the spatula straight into her mouth, chewing on the silicone with delight, baby spit soon covering the pink heart shaped utensil.

“Uh- probably shouldn’t be doing that...”

Rafe said, his eyebrows furrowing. He gently pulled the spatula out of her mouth, placing it back down onto the counter. The baby girl's face immediately fell. Her bottom lip quivered as she gave him a pout that could melt anyone’s heart. Her upset whimpers started to fill the air between them causing Rafe to panic slightly,

“Oh shit-” he spoke realising his mistake, “I’m sorry, baby.”

She looked up at him with big, watery eyes, her little fists clenching in distress. He hesitated for a moment, gaze flickering back down to the spatula laying on the cold granite before sighing.

“Okay, okay, you win. Here-”

He gave her the spatula back to which she immediately waved it in the air in triumph, her giggles echoing around the kitchen. Rafe grinned and his daughter's delight mumbling to himself,

“Look at that”

But in her excitement she flailed her arms around enthusiastically and the spatula went flying- right into his face.

“OUCH!”

Rafe yelped, recoiling slightly, hand coming upon to touch his nose where she'd hit him on accident. . . well he hoped it was on accident.

“Probably deserved that,”

He muttered, rubbing his nose to which the baby laughed in response to, clearly pleased with herself. Rafe turned back to the counter, whisking the wet ingredients together whilst baby Cameron continued to giggle in the carrier. What he didn’t notice was her tiny hand sneaking out and grabbing a handful of flour. Before he could react, she flung it- spreading a puff of flour all over the counter, and the floor beneath her. In an erratic panic to stop the mess, Rafe jerked back, accidentally knocking over the flour bag, and sending it crashing onto the floor, spilling flour everywhere.

The kitchen went quiet for a moment as both of them stared at the disaster.

“Oh, Jesus”

Rafe muttered under his breath, slowly bending down to scoop up the flour with his hands. She let out a little giggle, watching him struggle. Her tiny hands reached out to play with the flour, but it only made the mess worse. With a sigh, Rafe shoved the flour bag back onto the counter, but in the process, another puff of flour flew up into the air, drifting down right into the little girl's hair.

Rafe blinked, staring down at his daughter, who now had a little flour dusted on her head.

“Oh no-”

Before he could react further, her tiny face scrunched up, her nose twitching as she let out the tiniest little sneeze. Her whole body jolted slightly with the force of it, her big eyes widening in surprise afterward. Rafe felt his chest squeeze at how unbelievably cute it was. His tough, 'Kook King' persona had no chance against his girl.

“Bless you, baby,”

He chuckled, reaching out to wipe some of the flour off her forehead. Still blinking in surprise, she let out a happy little babble in response, and Rafe could only shake his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her flour-dusted head. “Jesus, you’re killing me here,” he muttered.

“We’ll clean you up later, baby girl.”

Rafe carefully poured the batter into the pan, and kept one hand steady on the bowl while glancing down to check on the baby still firmly strapped to his chest. She was still happily chewing on the rubber spatula, completely entertained by it, her little fingers gripping it like it was the most precious thing in the world. He smirked, shaking his head.

“You’re really into that aren't you”

Pouring the last bit of batter into the pan, he suddenly felt a tiny flick of something against his arm. A second later, a little drop of batter splattered onto her cheek. She startled for a moment, before breaking out into wild giggles, waving the spatula in the air like it was part of the fun.

“Oh—sorry sweetheart”

Rafe chuckled, setting the bowl down and wiping his hands on a towel. Still laughing at her dad, he unstrapped her from the baby carrier, lifting her carefully before settling her back into her highchair. Her chubby little legs kicked excitedly as he grabbed a clean kitchen towel and gently wiped the batter off her cheek.

“Daddy’s so silly huh?”

He murmured, shaking his head at himself. She just stared up at him, wide-eyed and absolutely smitten, her gummy little smile melting him on the spot.

Rafe now stood at the counter, hands on his hips, staring at the cake like it had personally offended him. It had been baked- probably over baked- and he'd just finished cutting it.

The layers were… not even.

Not even close.

One side was thicker than the other, and the middle looked slightly lopsided, like it was barely holding itself together. He’d tried to cut it evenly, really, but his hand had slipped. And now it was just sitting there, looking a little. . . sad.

Baby Cameron, still strapped into her high chair, stared at the cake just as skeptically. Rafe sighed, glancing at her. “Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes playfully.

“My hand slipped.”

She just blinked at him, completely unimpressed. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the piping bag full of pink buttercream, ready to fix the disaster in front of him. But the second he picked it up, the icing started squeezing out of the wrong end, smearing over his fingers and onto the counter.

“Are you kidding me?”

He mumbled under his breath, trying to scoop it back into the bag, but it was useless. The more he tried, the worse it got.

“This shit is so stupid.”

Eventually, he managed to get the buttercream onto the cake, smoothing it over with a spatula. But no matter how much he tried to make it look clean, there were crumbs everywhere, mixed into the icing, and the colour wasn’t even right— splotchy in some places, too thin in others. By the time he stepped back, the cake looked… well.

Like a cake?

Rafe sighed, running a hand over his face, smearing a streak of pink icing onto his jaw. Defeatedly, he dragged his palm over his buzzed hair. He turned the cake towards his daughter, gesturing to the cake like he was presenting something grand.

“So… what do you think?”

She smiled up at him, completely unaware of the chaos, her little feet kicking under the tray of her high chair. Rafe huffed, shaking his head.

“Good enough”

With the cake iced- badly but iced- Rafe strapped baby Cameron back into the carrier against his chest, securing her snugly before turning back to the mess of frosting and butter smeared across the counter. He exhaled through his nose, deciding to ignore it for now. Instead, he grabbed a small bottle of sprinkles, the tiny multicoloured sugar rattling inside. He shook the bottle lightly, glancing down at Cameron.

“Alright, baby girl, you gonna finish the cake for Mommy?”

She squealed, waving her little hands, clearly delighted by the attention. Rafe unscrewed the cap just a little, just enough for a few to come out, and then handed it to her.

“Here, like this-”

He said, demonstrating a gentle shake over the cake. A few sprinkles tumbled out, landing haphazardly across the icing. She giggled, her tiny fingers clutching the bottle as she eagerly mimicked him. Sprinkles rained down onto the cake, dotting it with bright pops of color. Rafe grinned, watching her delight in her little task but then, in her excitement, she shook it too hard.

The lid popped off.

All at once, the entire bottle of sprinkles dumped onto the cake, forming a heap of colorful sugar right in the middle.

“Oh, shit-”

Rafe muttered, eyes widening. She froze for a second, staring at the cake. Then she let out a loud, gleeful belly laugh, kicking her legs against his stomach. Rafe sighed, shaking his head, but there was no real frustration behind it, how could he possibly be mad at her?

“Great job princess”

He muttered, leaning forward slightly to pick the lid off the cake.

And that’s when disaster struck.

Baby Cameron's tiny hand, still chubby with baby fat, plunged straight into the icing causing Rafe to jolt back at the sudden, unexpected action.

“NO—!”

It was too late.

Now, right next to the mountain of sprinkles, was a perfect little baby handprint smushed into the buttercream. He looked at the cake in utter disbelief. Then down at the little girl strapped to his chest. Then back at the cake.

“Well…” he exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face as he scratched his cheek,

“Could be worse.”

The baby, now waving her icing-covered hand in the air, babbled happily. Before she could get it everywhere, Rafe caught her hand, shaking his head. He wiped a little of the pink icing onto his finger, holding it up for her to taste. She eagerly sucked on his finger, blinking up at him with wide eyes, kicking again in delight at the sugary treat. Rafe huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he playfully licked the last bit of icing off her pinky.

“You’re so naughty, you know that?”

She just giggled, pure joy lighting up her tiny face. The front door creaked open, and Y/N’s voice rang through the house.

“Guys, I’m home!”

Rafe’s eyes widened in pure panic.

The kitchen was an absolute disaster. Flour dusted nearly every surface, there was butter smeared on the counter, a rogue spatula sat abandoned in the sink, and- most importantly- the cake was a lopsided, sprinkle-covered mess with an obvious baby handprint in the frosting.

“Shit, shit, shit,”

He muttered under his breath, moving into overdrive. With one arm, he fumbled through the drawer, yanking out a candle- was it the right kind? Who cares. He jammed it into the center of the cake, grabbing the lighter. As he flicked it on, he barely noticed his daughter, still strapped snugly to his chest, managing to get a hold of the spatula again. From the hallway, Y/N’s footsteps grew louder.

“Where are you guys?”

Rafe scrambled, lighting the candle, tossing the lighter aside, and grabbing the cake. He walked around the counter so he’d be the first thing she saw when she entered.

“Surprise!”

He said quickly, forcing a grin. Y/N appeared in the doorway, her eyes immediately landing on him- and then dropping to the cake in his hands. Her lips parted slightly, taking in the uneven layers, the heaps of sprinkles, and the little baby-sized handprint pressed into the frosting. And then she noticed her daughter, wide-eyed and happy, holding the spatula up like a trophy. Rafe glanced down and did a double take, his face twisting in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” he started, looking between his daughter and the spatula in confusion.

“How do you keep getting that?”

She just squealed, waving it around proudly. Y/n's lips twitched before a giggle bubbled out, and then she was laughing, full and bright, doubling over slightly as she clutched her stomach. Rafe huffed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

“I—I’m sorry,” she gasped between giggles.

“It’s just—what happened in here?”

Rafe glanced at the kitchen like he was just now registering the full extent of the mess. “Uh… well, happy birthday baby.” He flashed her his best charming smile, motioning to the cake.

“Made this by myself- with a little help.”

Y/N stepped closer, still grinning, eyeing the chaotic decorations. “Oh, I can tell.” She pointed at the baby handprint.

“I take it this was our baby girls contribution?”

“Yeah, she really put the final touches on it.”

At the sound of her nickname, their daughter kicked her little legs excitedly and beamed up at Y/N, still clinging to the spatula like her life depended on it. Y/N’s heart melted as she reached out to gently cup her daughter's chubby cheek.

“Did you help Daddy make me a cake, baby?”

In response to her mother's words, she let out a string of happy babbles, waving her arms- spatula included. Y/N gasped playfully.

“Oh, you did? You worked very hard, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, too hard,”

Rafe grumbled, watching as the baby joyfully wiggle her arms around, resulting in her smacking his chest lightly with the spatula. He shot Y/N a look.

“She’s dangerous with that thing.”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head before looking at the cake again. It was far from perfect- wonky layers, uneven frosting, and enough sprinkles to last a lifetime- but the fact that they had made it for her?

It was the best birthday cake she’d ever seen.

“This is the sweetest thing ever.”

She met Rafe’s gaze, warmth blooming in her chest. He smirked, shifting the cake slightly in his hands.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“I love it”

She said sincerely, reaching up to wipe a smudge of pink icing from his jaw with her thumb bringing it to her mouth, humming slightly at the sweet taste of the sugary cream.

“Mess and all.”

“Good, ‘cause we nearly destroyed the kitchen making it.”

Rafe gave her a lopsided grin. Her eye's drifted around to look at the kitchen, she didn't even want to think about how long this was going to take to clean up. Y/N giggled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back just slightly.

“Thank you baby”

“Anything for you, birthday girl.”

His smirk softened, his free hand settling on her waist. Rafe finally set the cake down onto the counter island, rubbing a hand over his buzzed hair with a sigh. Y/N stepped in closer, standing right beside him, and before she could say anything, he dipped his head down, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips once more. She hummed into him, her fingers grazing the side of his neck as she smiled.

“You taste sweet.”

They both chuckled, their foreheads nearly touching before a happy babble from the little girl made Y/N pull back, turning to their daughter. She reached out to smooth a hand over the soft baby hairs on her head- pausing when she noticed the light dusting of flour clinging to them. She raised an eyebrow at Rafe.

“And this?”

“Yeah, uh… I was getting to cleaning that.”

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck. Y/N shook her head fondly before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to Cameron’s chubby cheek.

“Thanks for the present, sweet girl,” she cooed. Rafe exhaled beside her, running a hand over his jaw.

“Sorry… I thought it’d turn out a little better.”

Y/N frowned at him before shaking her head, cupping his face in both hands as she kissed him again- soft and sweet.

“It’s perfect, baby, I wouldn't want anything else.”

Rafe gave her a small, boyish grin, but before he could say anything else-

SMACK.

The spatula struck him right in the face again, and he groaned, closing his eyes as the little girl waved her prize around like a trophy. Y/N let out a giggle, biting her lip at their daughter unexpected attack, yet Rafe's reaction told her this wasn't a first.

“And we spend so much money on toys for her.”

Y/N laughed, as he slipped an arm around her waist, both watching their daughter babble happily, completely unaware of the chaos she had caused. Rafe shook his head, eyeing the baby skeptically.

“Next baby we have, we’ll let them loose in the kitchen.”

I love their little family so much Dad!Rafe is such a softie for his girls 😊

[jazeswhbhaven]

Double Shot of Abyssos Vday Collab Oneshot Fic @dream-effect 18+ Warnings/Tags: Threesome, Deepthroat, Biting, Rough Sex, Knotting, Monsterfucking, Smut with Fluff Ending, Ribbons used for restraints, Gender Neutral MC, MC POV(1st POV) words: 1.8K

Right now, I never knew this could be me. In Hell, pressed against a building in a dark alley with two pairs of eyes that bore into my soul. Normally, a situation like this would require a fight or flight response. But all I felt was one thing...desire.

I cursed myself though, because this shouldn't be normal. However, it wasn't as if I were in danger. I knew the two devils who hovered above me, the hunger in their eyes and how they traced my body with their claws. Though, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Wait, what's going on? Naberius, Amon?" I question the two nobles who stop in confusion before exchanging glances. Amon looks at me with a smirk, reaching out to stroke my cheeks lovingly as he pulls me in for a kiss.

"MC, your innocence never fails to charm me. Listen to how cute you are." He says after he gives me a moment to breath. "Do you not know what you've accepted?"

An arm shoves Amon out of the way, Naberius growling and tracing kisses against my neck. "They accepted both of our chocolates, so share."

I realized something in that moment as I allow the other to continue devouring my neck in affection. The chocolates I was given earlier, was not just a simple snack or a gift for Valentine's Day.

"So this means...we're going to sit here and make out?" I test my suspicions but Amon just laughs at me while tracing my lips, leaning in to kiss me again while Naberius growls softly in my ear.

"So cute." The two devils murmur, though completely enamored by my "innocence" of the situation. I was only trying to get them to say what they were doing, to affirm any further accusations. More importantly, some form of consent before my hand reaches out to grope them where I wanted.

"Do it, MC..." Amon teases, moving my hand for me to stroke his chest. I reach up to yank on his spiked collar out of impulse and he moans, which has Naberius pull me back into his muscular, pitch black arms that were mid-transformation into...his other self.

"Stop." I command just for a moment, fidgeting in my pocket for something. Surprisingly I pull out a couple of red ribbons, noticing they were what wrapped the boxes of chocolate given to me. I turn to Naberius, waving my finger as he tilts his head like a curious puppy.

"Good boy," I praise, all while feeling something furry sweep across my leg. Naberius was truly about to go full hellhound on me, his tail wagging at my words. I bind his wrists behind his back, and as I did, the ribbon extended in length allowing me to bind him all the way to his shoulders leaving him squirming, his clothing ripping as his chest is exposed to me. I test my rig, flicking a finger against his erect nipple as a whimpering moan echoes throughout the alleyway. Naberius tries to move his arms but he can't, the yellow of his eyes gleaming at me with a pout.

"I see...then the ribbons.." Thoughts roam in my head when I turn to Amon, who seems to get exactly what's happening when he holds out his arms to me. I bend down instead, binding his ankles, all the way up to his knees and little up his thighs with the second ribbon, with a finishing touch I kiss the edge as it tightens. Amon moans in delight, immediately buckling to the ground bracing himself with his arms.

I stand for a moment, trying to map together what I had in mind for the two devils. I knew we were pressed for time, Naberius had complained about this earlier. But with how I felt his erection press against my backside at this moment I realize that maybe he didn't give a damn about the rules or the time.

We have to make it to Asmo's castle though...I have to figure out how to pleasure everyone at one time.

It hits me, and I bend down on all fours, crawling to Amon's twitching body watching me in anticipation. Without slowing down I reach his pants, pulling them down slowly as his thick and hot member springs up to nearly slap me in the face. I knew from glancing at his dick print now and then he was...loaded but the naïve part of me figured maybe it was one the many guns he had packed away. The color was milky, smooth, fading into a light rosy tip that leaked of pre. Bulging veins also greet me as I touch his shaft in awe. My concentration was only interrupted by a whimper from behind me.

"Nabe...I didn't forget about you..." My voice coos to calm him, a scratch behind his ears as his muscular arms struggle against the ribbon that bond him. Parts of his stretchy pants had ripped already, making it easier to free him so I could also examine the goods. A happy trail of fur made it's way to a sizable cock, the majority of it's color matching his fur and skin, a midnight onyx fading into a bright red tip, and something else at the base of his shaft, round, firm yet fleshy.

A knot.

I shouldn't be surprised, and yet I am. I was aware of Naberius' other form but I never imagined his dick would reflect that. There would be a first time for everything for me, an experience I'd never have back on Earth.

My clothes drop to the ground, causing excitement for the two devils who squirm in my direction. I meet Amon, my hand gripping at the base of his cock to get him to stop scooting over toward me. I hike my ass in the air, showcasing my entrance to Naberius. I look back at him with half-lidded eyes giving my waist a quick shimmy to entice him to come closer, and he does. Once I feel the tip of him kiss against my hole I turn my attention back to Amon, wrapping my lips around him in an instant. They knew what I wanted them to do without having to say anything further.

Naberius, however gets bold, finding a way to his knees so his face buries against my ass, his tongue reaching out to lap in fervor against me. I could feel him explore me deep, nosily slurping and tasting as much as he could and it makes my toes curl. I focus next on swallowing down the cock in front of me, Amon helping me by thrusting his hips a bit. In no time he hits the back of my throat and I gag, I steady myself, sucking and rolling my tongue while making eye contact with Amon. He's seeing stars, hearts, whatever shapes he desires as his cheeks flush red and he moans and pants loudly. Nabe continues making a meal out of me, his salvia running down my thighs. I can't hold back my building orgasm, and I let go, clenching around his tongue and moaning with Amon's cock deep in my throat.

But this wasn't over, yet. Naberius didn't have to stand back up, only using his knees to position himself at the perfect height. His cock rubs against my sensitive parts before reaching it's intended location, slowly stretching me out. My eyes roll in the back of my head, but it doesn't stop Amon from thrusting into my mouth. I decide to let both devils have their way with me, the one in front face-fucking me while getting railed from the back by the other.

My mind went numb, a sweet and familiar scent filling my senses as a voice echoes in my head; 'you naughty little thing...without me?'. I had no choice to ignore it preoccupied by Nabe's knot smacking against my throbbing hole as he relentlessly fucked me. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out with my throat being stretched either, but I endure. When their pace quickens, everything around me is a blur, I could only see Amon's horn dripping and covered with essence, a look of bliss on his face when he looks at me. He reaches over with one arm, pushing my head down and forcing it to stay there as he huffs.

"I'm...so...fucking...close...ah"

Meanwhile, Naberius was making a mess, drool from his jaws, the mixture of our fluids making each thrust slippery and loud. He doesn't speak, his growl much deeper followed by a whiney moan with one final thrust. My eyes shoot open when I feel it, his knot pushing past my entrance. Once inside it swelled nearly twice it's size, pressing against a spot that made me cum again. As both devils cry out I feel hot fluid enter me, filling both holes and making my head spin. My throat flexes as I swallow while my walls clench around the swollen knot. In a moment everything is quiet, filled with the enervated breaths of Naberius, Amon and my feeble moans while they were still inside me.

Amon pulls my head up first, pleased to see drool and un-swallowed cum drip from my mouth. "Heh, look at you MC...a complete mess."

I do nothing, not even a weak smile, cum drunk and still living in the moment. I try to move but I'm stopped in place. "Eh did the ribbons?" I start to ask still recovering, but Amon stops me and yawns as his gaze pans to his fellow noble.

"Ugh, this is going to take a while..."

I turn my head to look back at Naberius once more, as I spy a guilty look plastered all over his face. He's still naked, waist pressed against my backside and...his cock is still inside me. I try to pull myself away only for him to follow me as we both crash into Amon.

"Eh!? What is this?" I panic, but Amon rubs my head lazily as he explains.

"Nabe knotted you. It will take about half a hour for him to calm down maybe longer if you keep squirming like that."

"But! I can't let any of the Abaddon devil's see us like this, how embarrassing"

"Hehe, you're so cute. I'd kiss you but I'm so sleepy..." Amon dozes off leaning against the building behind him in an instant while Naberius tries to comfort me.

"My apologies MC, please endure a little while longer. I couldn't control myself. Just don't....ah!" He winces as another stream of cum erupts from him when I squirm again, the knot showing no signs of returning to it's prior size any time soon.

Great...this is what I get for thinking about dick again...I hope Asmodeus isn't too upset about us arriving late...

Though, what I wasn't aware of....were another two pairs of eyes watching the scene from afar, taking delight of my situation in full.

[captain-hawks]

i wish you would write a proper follow-up to reader and roommate!kuroo's aphrodisiac fiasco because i MUST know what happens next !!!

(continued from)

18+

>>: kuroo........

groaning in frustration as your vibrator dies a pleasureless, low-power death between your legs, you text kuroo before you can think better of it.

your roommate answers faster than you were expecting, the message hovering on your lock screen as you rifle around in your nightstand for a charging cord. kuroo: .........yes

the tangle of miscellaneous cords in your hand falls onto the carpet, and you groan at the hot, swollen ache that pulses below your navel, sending your ability to think straight wholly off kilter.

>>: what >>: the fuck

the typing indicator pops up and disappears several times before he finally answers.

kuroo: am i politely pretending i don't know what you're talking about or are we making this weird

>>: we accidentally ate viagra chocolate my vibrator is checked out and i need you to talk me out of pathetically relapse texting my ex we are past weird

and yet it only occurs to you after you hit send—

>>: wAIT are you >>: nvm

something inside of you burns hot at the thought that kuroo's probably got a hand wrapped around his cock right now. he hightailed it out of the living room before you, after all. he's got to be just as affected—

the typing indicator dance ensues.

kuroo: chances are very high i will punch him if that asshole sets foot in our apartment

>>: bokuto's been replying to all of my selfies with fire emojis lately >>: should i text him

kuroo: this is really effective at killing my boner actually keep going kuroo: but also please don't

>>: i heard lev's back in town

kuroo: please no more have mercy on me kuroo: i'm doordashing you a vibrator

you choke out a laugh.

>>: my knight in shining armor<3 >>: but it probably won’t come charged though so >>: square one

dots. more dots. more dots that appear and disappear.

>>: wait are we sexting right now

the door to your bedroom swings open suddenly, and for a brief moment, you forget that you're lying in bed naked from the waist down, tits spilling out of your tank top, your purple vibrator slick with arousal sitting forgotten on the sheets beside you.

you forget, because kuroo's standing there in your doorway shirtless, hair askew in every which way like he's been running his hands through it repeatedly, face and neck flushed, sporting an erection tented at the front of his gym shorts that leaves your throat dry.

kuroo's eyes go a little wide at the sight of you, but he recovers quickly, approaching the foot of the bed and placing his hands on the edge of it, leaning down to meet you at eye level.

"you're not calling your shithead ex-boyfriend."

you nod.

"and you're not calling bokuto."

you nod again.

"or lev."

you have to stifle a laugh at the last one—you weren't going to fucking call lev.

"you're going to look me in the eye and pick one of two options."

you swallow, a sharp swell of arousal cresting inside of you at the intensity in his gaze as he holds up two fingers.

"you can sit here waiting for your vibrator to charge. and i'm going to politely act like i don't hear you whimpering while you fuck yourself with it once it is—like i do most nights, by the way. like a good rommate. and then i'm going to put my phone on do not disturb and jerk off in peace."

he puts a finger down.

you might pass out.

"or, i fuck you until you're satisfied. with my fingers, my mouth, my dick. whatever the hell you want. until we get this out of our systems. and then we don't have to talk about it ever again."

he puts his other finger down, and your own fingers clench the sheets painfully tight. your cunt aches.

-

four orgasms later, you're too fucked out to think too hard about the way you're more than satisfied, but you're still curled up beside kuroo. still slotting your spit-slick lips against his, whimpering and moaning into his mouth between slow, deep kisses as he lazily fingers your oversensitive cunt, teasing your wet hole until you're trembling through yet another climax.

(he pretends like he's not aware that this is far beyond whatever the chocolate's done to both of you, that every desperate, needy sound you're making now is for him and because of him—and him alone.)

and you're rubbing your slick folds up and down his shaft until he's hard again, climbing into his lap to straddle him and gasping as he slides right back into your messy hole, fucking his cum right back inside of you.

[prettyangellllll]

Warm you up

Disclaimer: 18+

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: It's a freezing winter day, and even though you're wrapped in Rafe's oversized hoodie and cuddled under a thick blanket with him, the cold still seeps into your bones. He notices the slight shiver running through you and, in true Rafe fashion, decides to take matters into his own hands. His solution? Warming you up in the most intimate way possible—by pulling you onto his lap and letting you ride him, using body heat and passion to chase the cold away.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life), strong language, slight dom/sub undertones, praise, teasing, possessiveness, explicit content, temperature play, and semi-public setting

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Snow blanketed the ground outside, thick and untouched, stretching endlessly beneath the silver-gray sky. The windows of Rafe’s house were slightly fogged, a stark contrast to the icy wind rattling against them. Inside, wrapped up in a heavy knit blanket and nestled into Rafe’s chest, you should’ve been warm. But even with his body heat radiating into you, even with his oversized black hoodie swallowing your frame, a chill still lingered in your bones.

A small shiver betrayed you, and Rafe noticed immediately. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if sheer proximity could erase the cold. His lips found the top of your head, pressing there for a moment before his voice, low and knowing, rumbled through his chest.

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, one of his hands slipping beneath the hoodie, fingertips grazing your stomach. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” you admitted, though another shudder ran through you, betraying the truth.

Rafe clicked his tongue, displeased. “Can’t have my girl shivering like this,” he mused, his hand now resting on your thigh, rubbing small, slow circles. His touch was warm, but it wasn’t enough. He knew it wasn’t enough. And, judging by the way his blue eyes darkened as he glanced down at you, he had something else in mind.

His fingers tightened around your thigh as he shifted beneath you, coaxing you up until you were straddling his lap, the blanket sliding off your shoulders and pooling around you both. The shift in position sent a flush up your spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden heat in his gaze, the weight of his hands gripping your hips.

“Got a better way to warm you up,” he murmured, voice husky now, laced with something deeper, something primal. His lips found yours, stealing your breath with a slow, heated kiss that made your stomach flip. The warmth of his mouth, the way he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth before soothing the bite with his tongue, had nothing to do with the temperature outside and everything to do with the fire building inside you.

You whimpered against him, and Rafe took that as permission to take it further. His hands slid beneath the hoodie, pulling it up slightly, fingers ghosting over bare skin as he teased, tracing circles over your hips. His lips left your mouth, traveling down your jaw, along the curve of your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.

“Still cold?” he whispered against your throat, his tone full of teasing arrogance.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding onto him as his hands found your ass, gripping it firmly as he rolled his hips beneath you. You gasped, eyes fluttering shut at the friction, the sudden reminder of just how hard he already was beneath you.

“Not so much,” you admitted breathlessly, making him smirk.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, hands making quick work of the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down along with your panties. The rush of cold air against your bare skin made you shiver, but before you could protest, Rafe was lifting you up slightly, just enough to free himself from his sweats.

And then, with agonizing slowness, he pulled you down onto him.

A gasp ripped from your throat as he stretched you, the sudden, overwhelming fullness forcing your fingers to tighten around his shoulders. Rafe groaned, head falling back against the couch for a second before he looked up at you, lips parted, eyes burning with need.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, one hand gripping your hip, the other pressing into the small of your back to hold you flush against him. “You feel so fucking good.”

You could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the way he filled you, the way his hands guided you into a slow, teasing rhythm. He let you set the pace at first, his fingers gripping your waist as you rocked against him, warmth spreading through your body with every movement.

But patience was never Rafe’s strong suit.

Within minutes, he was taking control, hands moving to your thighs, gripping tight as he helped lift and drop you onto him, picking up the pace. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure spiraling through you, heat pooling low in your stomach, replacing every trace of the cold that had been there before.

“See?” he murmured against your lips, breathing heavy, voice thick with pleasure. “Told you I’d warm you up.”

His mouth was everywhere—your lips, your neck, your collarbone. His hands gripped your ass, guiding you harder, faster, until the room was filled with nothing but breathy moans, the sound of skin on skin, the overwhelming heat of him pressed against you, inside you.

And when you finally fell over the edge, warmth exploding from your core and spreading through every nerve in your body, Rafe was right there with you, arms tightening around you as he groaned into your skin, following you into bliss.

The only thing keeping you upright afterward was Rafe’s firm hold, keeping you pressed against him as you both caught your breath. His fingers traced lazy circles on your bare thigh, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses against your shoulder.

“You warm now?” he murmured, his voice still rough, but laced with amusement.

You let out a breathless laugh, nuzzling into his neck. “Yeah. I think I am.”

Rafe smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. “Good,” he muttered. “But if you get cold again…” He kissed the corner of your mouth, grinning against your skin. “You know where to find me.”

[daylighted]

Baby!reader saving dean?

ok ok oko k let me lock inNNN PLS. gotta gather my thoughts first & foremost bc part of me wants to say its not something life or death because the pressure of that might send her into an emotional breakdown. BUT also in the same breath diamonds r made under pressure. so...

dean was taking a longer time than he usually did.

you hadn't been on many hunts, even less with just you and dean, but you knew how long certain things usually took: sam took 23 minute long showers. dean took 17 minutes. it took 4 minutes and 32 seconds for dean to get gas and your cheetos.

it did not take an hour for dean to emerge from the cave he'd disappeared into. something about demonic cult activity, and something being let loose in the area that they gathered, here in this cave deep in the woods.

he made you wait outside. said it was to keep watch but more and more, keeping watch was turning into the only role you were allowed to play. it was sweet that he was protective and worried, but you were capable of things. very capable of them. amongst those things was handling yourself and knowing how to keep yourself (and them) out of danger, even though they didn't seem to like testing that theory.

it feels wrong to abandon post, but you felt it in your gut that something was wrong. dean wouldn't break routine without at least telling you first. something was off. of all people, you and sam were probably the most likely to know when something was wrong with dean.

it's dark and cold inside of the cave. bat wings flap above your head, their beady eyes watching you in the darkness as you venture in. the air is thick and heavy, like you were choking on it with each breath.

the silence was the most unnerving part. you were used to dean's music, dean's playful singing in the car, dean's pestering jabs.

there's no light, and the one dean entrusted you with had burnt out batteries, so your only guiding force was your hand on the wall and your slowly inching feet, every step you brushed a rock making you jump.

"dean?" you ask, the words slicing through the air like blades. the rock you kick this time clatters, and your eyebrows furrow, bending down to grab it.

a blade. one of the special ones that dean and sam each have. thin and shiny, even in the limited light in the space.

limited light. just a few feet further in was something dull and golden, flickering off of the blade.

you take off into a blind sprint, your one hand still on the wall so you don't end up running smack into rock. this time, when the toe of your boot hits something, it's soft, ruffles against the stone floor.

"dean!" you drop down in front of him, bending over him to reach for the discarded flashlight, shining its beam over his face.

blood behind his head, his eyes closed, chest still heaving but each breath from his mouth shuddering. terror fills you like ice water and angry fire in your blood evaporates it.

"wake up," you mumble, patting his cheek ignoring that your hands are shaking so much that the circular beam on his face trembles. "wake up, wake up, wake up..."

he doesn't. what were you supposed to do? you'd taken the winchesters around your whole life, but you weren't fully convinced on how, but you didn't think you could carry him when he was dead weight like this.

a little whimper leaves your shuddering mouth, shaking your head. "wake up." you're much more forceful about it this time, angry at him for the fact that he wasn't conscious to reassure you. you were scared. he always held you when you were scared but he wasn't. "wake up right now, dean, or i'll... i'll..."

you couldn't stab him. that wouldn't be very nice. but your fist tightens around the blade's handle again. your skin tingles with awareness, every hair on your arms standing up to attention. you don't know why until there's a sharp intake of breath from behind you, and the rage's flames stoke higher, brighter.

there's hardly a blink before you're on your feet and spun around, flashlight abandoned in dean's lap again, pointing down the long, cold corridor of nothingness. but you don't need to see to know to bury the sharp part of the blade into the demon behind you.

the scream echoes down the chambers, the demon disappearing into black smoke. the blade in your hand clatters to the ground, echoing like a warning bell in the cave.

dean coughs from behind you, the flashlight that was once facing left now illuminating your back. you turn to meet his eyes, your own filled with tears and glossy.

you'd killed something. someone. something? you'd done that. you'd never done that before. you didn't even know how you did it, just that you knew dean wasn't capable of defending himself, and you couldn't let him get hurt anymore. you would never, ever let something hurt dean, and somehow, your hands became weapons on their own to follow through on that promise.

there's a weary, melted expression in dean's gaze as he looks you up and down. he looks like he might say something for a second, but his mouth closes before the words come out. instead, he lets the flashlight fall into his lap again, and opens his arms, just like you knew he would.

you sink to your knees in front of him, arms thrown around him instantly. it's easier than you think to help dean rise to his feet, supporting some of his weight as he walks unsteadily next to you. he doesn't let go of your hand the entire walk back to the car, or the ride back, even when you're still mostly clueless on how to properly drive.

"thanks," dean says once you pull into the parking lot, his fingers still wound in yours, his other hand pressed into the knot on his skull. "for... saving me. finding me."

he says it like it's something he isn't used to. like he really believed that no one would find him in instances like that, or no one would look. you'd always find him. you'd always look.

you're still shaken up about it all. it was a lot to process, sinking a blade into something that looked human but wasn't really. hit a little to close to home in a room you tried to keep sealed away.

even now, that's too much to think about, so you give him the sweetest smile you can muster with all of the feelings churning inside of you. "i'll always find you."

[ichigo-plasma]

I LOVE HARUKA, he's so cute 🥺🥰 I like yandere subs. And can you write more about Haruka? Like if the fem reader is going to confess to Haruka and if the reader is more dominant? pushing Haruka further and further to the limit until he becomes a crying mess...

Can I be the anon"🌙"?

The Attention You Crave

Synopsis: Haruka is super obsessed with you. He started stalking you and memorizing your routine in Milgram, taking some of your belongings... he was pathetic for you really. But unbeknownst to him, you didn't mind, you were into it, you liked how pathetic he was for you. And tonight, you are going to make sure he knows.

On The Menu: you heard 🌙 anon, reader is more dominant, Haruka is a masochist so he is super into it (he is a canon masochist), suggestive, yandere Haruka, stalking, a slap based and choking based on Es's interrogation with Haruka in T1, Yuno, Muu, and Es mentioned!

A/N: Milgram T3 made me sad but while Haruka might be not doing well in Jackalope's Milgram, in the Ichigo-Plasma Milgram world, Haruka is doing just fine! I tend to make Haruka as more of a switch but I am down to try domming him. Let’s make him cry happy tears! Let’s all dom Haruka Sakurai! ^_^ <3 Please enjoy 🌙 anon if you have more requests send them my way!

Haruka had always been drawn to you. It started the moment you first spoke to him in Milgram, the way your voice held a warmth he had never known. You looked at him—really looked at him—without disgust, without fear. Your attention became his addiction, something he craved more than he could admit.

So he started following you. Not in an obvious way, but enough to learn your habits, enough to always be near when you needed something. It wasn’t creepy, he told himself. He just… wanted to be close to you. And maybe he stole some stuff from your cell in Milgram… he managed to snag some of your underwear before it made it to the prison laundry, he’d lick the extra scraps off your food tray that you didn’t finish—savoring licking each spike of your used fork… he knows it was not super normal but he truly just wanted to feel closer, that’s all! You hadn’t seemed to notice!

But the more time passed, the more he needed from you. Your praise. Your kindness. Your touch. He started sneaking into your cell when you were hanging with other prisoners—taking in your scent on your bed and running away before he knew you’d be making your way back (don’t ask how he knew when you’d come back). He will admit though, he was getting a bit bold and clumsy with his stalking and one day when he came to lick the extra food off your tray, you left a little message reading “I left some extra of the foods I know you like Mr. Stalker~<3”.

And when he realized you knew? That you had seen right through him? That was when his whole world completely shifted—because unbeknownst to him you were into it.

You liked how pathetic he was for you.

You liked how desperate he was.

And tonight, you were going to make sure he knew it.

Haruka barely had time to react before you shoved him against the wall. His breath hitched, his body jolting at the force of it, but he didn’t try to run. He liked this. The way you overpowered him, the way your hands gripped him like you owned him.

“W-Wait, y-you’re s-serious?” he stammered, wide-eyed.

You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, his lips trembling as you traced your fingers over his throat, barely applying pressure—just enough to make him feel it.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” you murmured, watching as he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing under your touch. “What, do you not want me, Haruka? I know you’re the reason some of my underwear are missing. I saw them in your cell covered in wet stains.”

His breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides. “I-I… I d-d—” He shook his head frantically, but his body betrayed him—his lips parted slightly, his knees trembling.

You chuckled. “Liar.”

A soft whimper escaped him as you pressed closer, your hand slowly traveling down his arm before catching his wrist. His fingers twitched under your grip, his whole body shaking.

“I bet you love this,” you whispered, your lips barely brushing against his ear. “Being completely at my mercy… pinned against a wall with nowhere to run.”

He shuddered.

“I-I—” he started to whimper but he looked more starstruck than upset. Happy to finally have your attention one on one.

“You can’t even deny it, can you?” Your fingers ghosted down the side of his throat, tracing the rapid thrum of his pulse. “Such a cute little masochist… I wonder what else you’d let me do to you?”

His whole body tensed, a quiet gasp escaping his lips. “P-Please…” he whimpered, not even knowing what he was begging for.

You smiled. “Please what?”

He shivered violently. His hands, which had been clenched into fists inside his cutely oversized Milgram shirt sleeves, hesitantly moved—gripping your own sleeves, desperate, needy.

“A-Anything,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. “Y-You can do a-anything to m-”

Oh, he had no idea what he had just agreed to.

*Slap.*

A sharp whimper nearing a moan tore from his lips as your palm met his cheek—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to shock him, to leave a lingering warmth on his skin. His breath hitched, and for a split second, his lashes fluttered as his whole body shuddered.

“You're funny, Haruka,” you mused, your fingers gripping his jaw, tilting his head up so he couldn’t look away. “I think you like this a little too much.”

A whimper escaped him, his hands now twitching at his sides. “I-I…”

Your other hand slid down his chest, slowly, teasingly, your fingers pressing into the fabric of his pants just enough to make him feel it. You could tell he was getting hard, a small bulge forming in his pants. His breath hitched, his knees wobbling as his whole body became hyper-aware of your every touch down where he needed it most.

“Then beg me,” you murmured.

Haruka whined, his face going impossibly red embarrassed that he was enjoying this so much, finally getting your attention. “P-Please… t-touch me, u-use me, I-I d-don’t care—j-just don’t s-giving me attention—”

God, he was adorable.

You pressed your knee between his thighs, just enough to make him gasp, feeling the now hard bulge begging for relief through his pants, his hands clutching at your clothes in pure desperation. “So needy,” you mused, tilting your head. “You really do love being controlled, don’t you?”

He nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “I-I do—I-I w-want you t-to t-take c-control—”

You brought your hands to his neck and lightly squeezed his throat, just enough to cut off the next word, just the right amount you knew a masochist like him would like. (Yuno told you he’d probably like it when she told you what she heard about Haruka’s interrogation with Es, maybe Es even told you themself).

His breath stuttered, his lashes fluttering shut for a moment before he forced himself to look at you again, drunkenly grinning like you were giving him ultimate pleasure.

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Go on, beg for it.”

His whole body trembled but he couldn’t stop smiling drunkenly, his grip tightening on your sleeves. “P-Please… I-I w-want you t-to t-take control… u-use me, d-do whatever y-you want, j-just don’t stop paying attention to m-me—” 

God, he was so cute and pathetic.

You chuckled, releasing his throat to let him to gasp for air. “You’re so cute… I bet you’d let me do anything to you.”

Haruka nodded frantically. His face was flushed and he was crying a bit to the point of whining, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “A-Anything… I-I b-belong to y-you, I-I’ll d-do whatever you w-want—”

Your hand slid down his chest, manicured nails courtesy of Muu sliding up under his shirt tracing his skin. His breath hitched, his whole body tensing.

“Good boy, happy you accepted my confession” you whispered.

A shuddering whimper escaped him, his knees threatening to buckle.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’re mine now, Haruka. I’ll give you all the attention and love you crave.”

A sob tore from his throat. His whole body trembled as he clung to you, his nails digging into your clothes, as if you’d disappear if he let go. He was a mess—whimpering, gasping, crying from sheer happiness, his voice cracking as he nuzzled desperately into you. Happy to finally be noticed by you, to be loved weakly.

“Th-Thank you… th-thank y-you… I-I l-love you, I-I l-love you s-so much, p-please d-don’t l-let me go, p-please…” he whined.

You smirked, petting his hair like he was a cute puppy as his tall stature practically melted in your touch. Hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless for you.

[johnwickb1tsch]

lessons in anatomy XI

a yandere art professor John Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU... (also featuring Matt from River's Edge. If you haven't seen the movie that's ok, I will fill in the gaps as we go...) warnings: dark adult themes, violence, sex, drugs, yandere shit. plz don't read if u can't handle it ->chapter map

XI.

You drift in and out of consciousness. 

You are being carried, and then you are being tossed onto a hard surface. Dull pain bites through you as you land. You look around, recognizing the interior of a van, various coiled cables hung up on the sides and trunks of something stacked around. Something sharp digs into your back, but you can't move. 

It's easier to sleep. 

You close your eyes. But then you open them again, because…loud noises. 

Shouting. 

Fighting. 

What you see through heavy lidded eyes must be a dream. The violence is…unspeakable. A dark whirlwind topples the impossibly monolithic behemoth that is Samson. He falls like a redwood. The earth should shake when he lands. Then the shadow makes short work of Layne too, dodging a punch, twisting the young man up until you hear a wet pop. 

The last thing you remember is an animal face hovering over you. You think of Anubis administering to the deceased in the afterlife. 

Are you dead?

-You wake up on a relatively soft mattress with sheets pulled up to your chin. The first thing you see is a motionless black wolf staring at you with blank eyes. You start, trying to sit up, but your limbs weigh about a thousand pounds.

A moment later, you realize it's just a mask. Your lone wolf’s mask, in fact. How the fuck…

You don't remember going with him? You remember…oh god.

You remember Samson hitting Matt. 

Everything that happened after that…is pretty fucking fuzzy. But somehow, you are back in your apartment, in your bed. 

You whimper, settling back into the pillow, trying to remember. 

It's all a blank.

You lay there and stare at the ceiling for a good ten minutes before you even think to look for your phone. Miraculously, it's right there in the night stand, right next to that ominous mask. 

You reach out to snatch your phone, like the lupine headgear might come to life and bite you. 

And yet…he wasn't the one who tried to hurt you, was he? 

There are several texts from your friends demanding where you are. Somehow, you already answered them: Went home, I'm fine. 

Did you send that text? Or…did someone else, so your friends wouldn't come looking for you? 

The thought sends another wave of uneasiness through you. 

And what happened to Matt?

As though the very thought summons him your phone rings. You’re holding the device in your hand, but it still makes you jump. As though you’ve forgotten how to answer the damn thing you stare at it stupidly almost long enough to miss the call. Finally you slide your finger across the screen, lifting it to your ear. 

“Hello?” Even to you, you sound like hell.

“Y/n? Thank God!”

“Matt? Where are you?”

“I think I'm still at the warehouse,” he says, sounding bewildered. “I just woke up. Everyone's gone.”

“Oh.” You can tell just by looking at the window that it’s late afternoon. 

“Y/n…what happened? Are you ok?”

“I…don't remember anything,” you admit. “I woke up at home. I think…I'm fine.” You're sore, but you don't feel like you need to go to the hospital for an examination. 

You’re not sure why you decide to leave out the calling card of the wolf mask. 

There is silence on the other end of the phone, as Matt tries to suss this out with a brain that is, you assume, as drug-fogged as yours. You also can't help but think he's flabbergasted that his friends didn’t do something terrible to you. 

“Y/n…” He doesn't seem to know what else to say, and the silence drags on. Finally he settles on, “I'm glad you're ok.”

“Thanks. Are you ok?” It can't have felt good to get hit by his huge friend like that. 

“I guess so.” Another long silence stretches, yet neither of you seem to want to hang up the phone. “Y/n…what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Are you…going to tell the police?”

“I don't know,” you answer quietly. You wait for him to ask you to have mercy on his friends, to forgive them, to say something stupid like they were just playing around. 

“Well…it’s up to you. I've got your back either way.” He surprises you with this. It seems like he grew up a lot just in the past twelve hours.

“Thanks, Matt. Can you get home ok?”

“Yeah. I'll be fine.”

“Be careful. Your friends don't seem like they're too happy with you.”

“They’re not my friends anymore, y/n. Catch you later?” 

Well, you'll be damned. He finally gets it.

“Yeah, sure.”

You hang up, clutching the phone to your chest like a teddy bear.

Should you tell the police? Drugging you and Matt was surely some sort of crime. What would you tell them though? That you were at a party and don’t remember anything? You're in a brain fog, unable to work out what you want to do. Mostly, right now? You want to sleep some more, so you do.

Hours later you finally manage to get out of bed, hobbling stiffly to the kitchen. All you have the energy to make is toast. You wrap yourself in a blanket and turn on the tv. You slept so late that it's already time for the evening news.

You freeze at the sight on the screen. 

The affectedly sincere voice of the newscaster narrates, “Firefighters responded to a vehicle fire on the waterfront late last night. No one was found injured and authorities are still searching for the owner of the van.” The camera pans to show the charred remains of the vehicle with the muddy river rolling in the background. 

There are remnants of paint on the side of the van. Or at least, different shades and sheens of charred black. 

You're certain, to the marrow of your bones, that it's the van Matt and his band mates use to haul their gear around. 

His band mates, Layne, and Samson.

TBC...

___

->chapter map pinterest board/ photo credits

[hakkkuu]

anton the pathetic loser to literally fuck ANYTHING in his room is so real..him coming back to dorm after schedule so needy but he doesn't have any pussy 🙁

Anton stumbles into his dorm room, exhausted from the day’s schedule—photo shoots, practice, endless smiling for cameras. His muscles ache, but it’s the other tension that’s killing him, coiled tight in his gut. He’s been pent up for weeks, no time, no privacy, no pussy—and it’s driving him insane. The second the door shuts, he’s peeling off his jacket, kicking off his shoes, already half-hard just from the thought of release. No one’s around, and he’s too desperate to care how pathetic he looks.

He flops onto his bed, grabbing the nearest pillow—a soft, worn-out one he’s had forever. It’s not even close to what he wants, but fuck it, it’ll do. He shoves it between his thighs, grinding against it, hips jerking sloppy and fast. His breath’s ragged, little whines slipping out as he imagines something—anything—better. “God, I need it,” he mutters, voice shaky, picturing a warm body instead of this sad substitute. The friction’s not enough, though, so he’s up again, pacing, dick straining against his sweats.

Next, it’s the edge of his desk. He leans over, rutting against the corner, the hard wood digging into him. It’s humiliating, but that only makes him harder—pathetic and leaking, chasing any scrap of relief. He grabs a hoodie off the chair, bunches it up, and fucks into it, the soft fabric catching his tip just right. “Fuck, fuck,” he groans, eyes squeezed shut, pretending it’s someone’s tight heat instead of his own sad handiwork. His mind’s a mess—flashes of faceless girls, wet mouths, anything to fill the void.

By the time he collapses back on the bed, he’s a sweaty, whimpering wreck, cock raw and still aching. No pussy, no dignity—just a loser too horny to function, surrounded by the wreckage of his room.