Moka.

key: | NSFW will be marked (+18 ) !! | | ✦ - hurt/comfort | Δ - hurt no comfort | ✘ - non!con/dub!con |

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QIN CHE / SYLUS

[ ONESHOT ] This is all your fault, kitten. (+18) !!! ⤷wc: 4.9k

AO YIN / VALKO

[ ONESHOT ] Stolen kiss Δ ⤷wc: 1.2k

[ ONESHOT ] Apple orchard getaway (+18) !!! ⤷wc: - work in progress -

LI SHEN / ZAYNE

[ ONESHOT ] Don't let go (+18) !!! ⤷wc: 3.8k

[ ONESHOT ] Late night comforts (+18) !!!! ⤷wc: - work in progress -

I'm here for you ✦ ⤷wc: - work in progress -

XIA YIZHOU / CALEB

[ ONESHOT ] My eyes are on you. (+18) !!! ✘ ⤷wc: 3.5k

ⓘ NON!CON/DUBIOUS CONSENT ELEMENTS ⓘ

The library's basement archives felt completely disconnected from the one above. The air was heavy, thick with the taste of old paper and dust. A single breath would make anyone choke for air. The upper floors featured floor to ceiling bookshelves arranged in a winding dome, creating a labyrinth. The basement however, was windowless and plunged in total darkness. It was an undisturbed repository where no one ever set foot. Access was also a hassle, requiring special permission from the head librarian.

But she needed to get in.

It took her a hell of a lot of convincing to persuade the head librarian to allow her entry whenever she wanted, giving her the freedom to check out whatever she need. She could have easily bypassed the official procedures if she had just asked Caleb. He had a terrifying amount of clearance across the college's secure networks, and no one ever questioned why a student had those kinds of privileges. And she didn't want to either.

But she didn't dare look him in the eye right now. They were not in speaking terms at this moment. All because Caleb caught her standing a fraction too close to another man, and his protective instinct had instantly warped into something violent and enthralling.

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It happened earlier in the week, Caleb watched from the shadows as she laughed with the upperclassman. A possessive knot tightened in his chest. He despised seeing anyone else overstep on what he viewed as his territory. When the upperclassman reached out, touching her hand, laughing as he playfully tugged her hair, and ending the conversation with a warm hug, Caleb’s jealousy flared into pure anger.

Later in that day, Caleb cornered her in a secluded hallway. A heavy shadow fell over her, and before she could even gasp, a hand slammed against the wall right beside her head.

She froze, her breath hitching as she backed up until her spine hit the cold walls. He had followed her from the courtyard. He loomed over her so closely she could feel the erratic heat radiating from his body. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek, his deep purple eyes fixed on her face with a terrifying intensity.

"You think I didn't see you?" Caleb's voice was a low whisper that sent a violent shiver down her spine. "I was standing right there. I watched you laugh with him. I watched him touch your hand. I watched him put his filthy fingers in your hair and pull you into a hug."

His terrifying aura automatically made her shrivel up, holding her arms together to serve as whatever protection she could create for herself

"Caleb…" She forced herself to meet his suffocating gaze, she tried to stand her ground, her small frame practically vibrating with fear. Doing her absolute best to hold back her tears in distress, she clenched her arms harder, digging her nails into her skin so enough to leave a mark.

"You don't own me, Caleb," she told him, her voice trembling but firm. "You don't get to dictate who I talk to, or who I choose to let into my life."

Caleb leaned in closer, letting his shadow completely engulf her. He forced her arms apart, grabbing her by the wrist hard enough to leave a bruise.

His violent grip makes her flinch in pain, "It hurts…. Caleb.."

"I don't dictate your life. I protect it." He snarled softly, his voice was thick and dangerously warped with conviction. "But when I see another man putting his filthy hands on you, it makes me want to burn this entire world to the ground just to keep you clean." He was digging his nails into her, his piercing glare finally making her tears fall down.

"I love you, but you cannot dictate my friendships," she choked out, her heart hammering against her ribs. "You cannot control my relationships."

"Go ahead, tell me I'm controlling. Cry, scream at me, hate me if you have to," Caleb whispered, his eyes narrowing into a lethal promise as he cornered her. "But you will never talk to him again. If you won't stay away from him, I'll make sure he stays away from you. Permanently."

"Let me go… please.."

Caleb's eyes falter faintly. As much as he loves to control her, he hates hurting her. His grip on her relaxes and at long last, he releases her. She immediately rubs her throbbing wrists, trying to soothe the pain even just a little bit. Caleb leans down, grabbing her jaw and leaves her a kiss on the jawline as if that will justify his violent behavior. When Caleb walks away, her knees finally gave out. She sunk down to the floor, grabbing her knees together to form a ball. Silently sobbing to herself.

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Now, she stood in the furthest, most secluded aisle, searching for a reference book for her history thesis. Her fingers trembled slightly as she scanned the spines. These books looked so fragile that any harsh touch would crumble them into nothingness. She went by one by one, blowing lightly on the covers of the books, brushing the dust off gently.

'I wish Caleb was here to help me,' She thought it on instinct. Heat rose to her face, embarrassed by the fact that she still relies on Caleb to help her in her day to day life.

By her wrist, a faint red mark that resembles a hand was still visible. She tries to not think about it, but Caleb clouds her mind. She still deeply loves him, despite all the dangerous and threatening commands he makes.

She took this chance to browse through the 'banned' book sections, silently laughing to herself. Relaxed and stress free, she enjoyed her time here, not realizing time was slowly passing.

Suddenly, a tall silhouette blocked the dim light at the end of the aisle.

"Looking for something?"

Caleb's voice was a low dark hum that sent a violent shiver down her spine. He stepped into the aisle, closing the distance between them with an agonizing pace.

She swallowed hard, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

"C-Caleb. I was just getting a book. How did… how did you know I was here?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped directly into her personal space, trapping her. He slammed his hands onto the shelves on either side of her head, pinning her completely. The sudden movement made her gasp, her hands flying up to push against his chest in an attempt to keep some distance between them.

Up close, his eyes were sinful and dilated. They burned with an obsessive intensity that made her dizzy. Caleb had long since crossed the line from a protective companion to someone entirely possessively controlling. He lived for her compliance, thriving on how easily she submitted to his dominance.

"I always know where you are." Caleb whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. His hot breath made her whimper softly. "You know I don't like it when you're out of my sight…"

"Caleb, please…" She murmured, her voice was weak. His tongue flicked on her earlobe before biting down, nibbling gently.

"Aahn—" She let out a sudden whimper. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his scent wrapped around her senses. "Someone might come down here. We're in public..."

"Let them."

He shifted his weight, pressed his lower body against hers. She let out a breathless whine as she felt the hard, undeniable ridge of his cock pressing firmly through his jeans against her thigh.

"Let them see exactly who you belong to."

His hand left the shelf, his fingers tilting her chin up to force her to meet his gaze. He didn't give her a chance to protest before his mouth met hers in an overwhelming kiss. It was demanding and utterly possessive, a silent claim that left her breathless and reeling under the weight of his intensity. He tasted her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as if he wanted to claim every single part of her.

"C-Cal—" She tried to push him away, but his grip on her tightened.

Her knees went weak as his tongue violently assaulted her mouth. Her fingers gripped his shirt, completely submissive to his touch, letting him dictate the pace entirely. She moaned into the kiss, a sound that only seemed to drive him wilder.

Caleb groaned, his hand sliding down to her throat, then lightly pressing firmly on where her arteries are. Her voice catches and her pupils dilated. Blood rushed to her face making her lightheaded. She dug her fingernails into his arm to get him to latch off her, but it just made him more excited.

Everything blurred as her mind went entirely blank, short-circuiting under the strain. As the room spun, tears spilled over her eyes, trailing wet paths down her flushed cheeks. Yet, beneath the terror, a hot steamy arousal was pooling between her thighs.

His free hand traced the curve of her waist before slipping underneath the hem of her skirt. His palm slid up the bare skin of her inner thigh, his fingers gripping her soft flesh possessively, leaving no doubt about his ownership.

He hummed in pleasure as his fingers brushed against the damp silk of her panties. He found her already wet and wanting. He finally released the grip on her throat. The violent shock of the oxygen making her visions spot, the world lurching and spinning as her knees buckled.

He broke up the kiss, licking up her tears, "Look at you. So wet, just from me touching you. Say it. Tell me who you belong to."

"Y-You," she coughed out, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and intense arousal. "Only you, Caleb."

A satisfied smirk spread across his face. He nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck, making her arch into his touch as he slipped two fingers past the damp lace, sinking them deep inside her tight, dripping wetness.

Her head fell back against the hard edge of the bookshelf. A fractured gasp escaped her lips as his fingers stretched her open. Moving deep inside her, with slow deliberate movement. His meticulous movement made her hips twitch involuntarily.

"Ah—Caleb, wait... please," she whimpered, her hands clutching at the fabric of his jacket, her knuckles turning white.

"Wait?" Caleb’s voice was a low rumble in his chest. He didn't slow down. Instead, he hooked her leg higher, draping her knee over his hip to open her up completely to his touch. He drove his fingers in deeper, curling them upward to find the exact spot that made her entire body shudder.

"Why should I wait? You're already dripping for me. Every time you look at me with those frightened eyes, It gets me more aroused you know."

He leaned in, capturing her mouth again to mute her high pitched sob that tore from her throat as he increased the pace. His thumb found the sensitive bud, pressing down and grinding in perfect sync with the thrusts of his fingers.

"Hnn- hahh—"

She was trembling violently, tears of sheer overstimulation and fear prickling in the corner of her eyes. She clamped her teeth down onto her bottom lip, trying desperately to swallow the cries building in her chest.

"C-Caleb... I'm— aanh."

Caleb watched her face break, his eyes gleaming with absolute triumph as she went completely rigid in his arms, her body helplessly riding the wave of her release. He kept moving his fingers through her aftershocks, ensuring every single drop of her pleasure belonged entirely to his command.

She slumped forward, utterly spent. Her head resting against Caleb's chest as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still trembling from her high, her inner thighs and her pussy still throbbing.

Caleb didn't let her rest for long. He withdrew his wet fingers from her clothes, the faint, sticky sound felt incredibly loud in the quiet aisle. He didn't bother wiping his hand. Instead, he brought his fingers up to her face, smearing her own moisture across her bottom lip.

"Taste yourself. You are delicious." He shoved his fingers into her mouth, letting her tongue clean his fingers up. "Look at how beautiful you are when you're broken like this," he whispered, his voice laced with a dark obsessive adoration.

"Caleb… let's get out. Please. Before someone comes." She sighs out, trying to gather herself.

But Caleb’s hands went to the waistband of his jeans. The sharp metallic sound of his zipper undoing echoed through the rows of books, making her heart leap back into her throat. He freed his length. Thick, fully erect, and pre-cum glistening at the tip in the dim light.

He didn't give her a choice. He gripped her waist with bruising force, lifting her slightly so her back scraped up against the bookshelf, and positioned himself right at her opening.

"Caleb... Please, it's too risky. Someone else might—"

"I told you to shut up." he growled, cutting off her protest.

With one heavy thrust, he drove himself entirely inside her.

Her eyes flew wide open, a choked gasp was trapped in her throat as tight sensitive walls stretched to accommodate his full size. The sheer fullness of him filled her completely, hitting her deep and making her hips shudder against his.

"Haah...?!”

Caleb let out a low, gravel groan, burying his face into her neck. He began to move, his thrusts brutal and possessive, slamming his hips against hers with a relentless rhythm. Every impact rattled the bookshelf behind them, making the old texts vibrate.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he muttered frantically, his hands digging into her hips as he ruthlessly claimed her body. "Mine. You're completely mine. Tell me you won't let anyone else look at you like this.

"Hnnn— O-Only you," she moaned out, her voice cracking as she clung to his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by the friction, the danger, and the absolute dominance he held over her. "Caleb... please... ah!"

He increased the pace, his movements becoming frantic and erratic. He bared his teeth, nipping fiercely at the skin of her shoulder and neck. It left red swollen marks that would undoubtedly bruise, a permanent reminder of who she belonged to.

"Fuck, such a filthy slut. Taking it all in."

The quiet basement is now ringing with her fickle moans and the squelching noise coming from where Caleb's cock is meeting her entrance. The musky odor of the dusty books are now mixing with the tangy scent of her juices and wetness.

She felt herself coming again, the intense thrill and deep friction pushing her back over the edge. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, hiding her face in his neck to muffle her crying gasps as she came for the second time.

Feeling her walls spasm tightly around him, Caleb let out a defeated growl. He gave two final, incredibly deep thrusts, pinning her body hard against the shelf as he came inside her, his hot release filling her completely. He held her there for a long, breathless moment, breathing heavily into her hair, marking her as his in the deep shadows of the library.

click

Her breath hitched once more. The sound of shuffling sneakers and the rustle of a heavy backpack filled the quiet air. Someone else had come down to the archives.

'So do they just give these access out nowadays?' She huffed to herself, annoyed.

The footsteps grew slightly louder, someone walking along the main corridor just two aisles over, completely oblivious to the depravity hidden in the shadows.

Caleb’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes dilated, burning with a dangerous, erratic light. Instead of stopping, his grip on her waist tightened to a bruising degree. He didn't pull out. He didn't even freeze. He simply leaned closer, pressing his chest against hers, smothering her terrified gasp with his lips.

"Don't you dare make a sound," he commanded against her lips, his gaze locking onto hers with a terrifying, hypnotic intensity. "Look at me. Only at me. If you make a sound, they’ll come over here and see what I’m doing to you."

The footsteps grew closer, methodical and slow, searching the rows.

THUMP. THUMP.

The sounds were so loud she didn't know if it was them, or her own heartbeat.

The footsteps turned into the very next aisle, just a single, thin wall of bookshelves separating them. Through the gaps in the old texts, the faint glow of the neighboring aisle's light filtered through, illuminating the terror on her face.

The stranger was less than five feet away. They could hear the person sigh, shifting their weight as they searched the upper shelves.

Caleb’s lips twisted into a possessive smile. With absolute, chilling deliberation, he began to move again.

He kept the movements slow, agonizingly quiet, but incredibly deep. He tilted his hips, grinding his pelvis directly against hers with a heavy, wet friction that threatened to tear a scream from her throat. She clamped both hands over her own mouth, her eyes welling with tears as she fought a losing battle against her own body. The psychological weight of the stranger just inches away, combined with the ruthless, unrelenting stretching of Caleb inside her, was pushing her entirely over the brink.

Caleb watched her unraveling, his own breathing shallow and strained as the tight, rhythmic clenching of her walls dragged him closer to the edge. He drove into her again, finding the exact angle that made her hips shudder violently.

"Come for me." He commanded in a fiercely quiet breath, his lips brushing her ear. "Do it right now. Let me feel how ruined you are while they're standing right there."

The sheer vulgarness of it, being thoroughly ruined against a bookshelf while a stranger walked yards away, pushed her over the edge. Her internal walls clamped down tightly around his fingers, pulsing in a sudden, violent wave of a climax.

The sheer audacity of his demand, the terrifying risk, and the unbearable deep friction shattered her remaining control. Behind her pressed hands, a muffled, trembling sob escaped as her body went completely taut. Her internal walls clamped down around him in a sudden cascading climax, her thighs shaking uncontrollably against his waist.

Feeling the fierce, crushing pulse of her release, Caleb lost his own restraint. He gave a final silent thrusts, burying himself to the absolute hilt. A ragged groan was strangled in his throat as he came, his hot cum flooding her again. He held her clamped against the shelf, their bodies locked together in absolute trembling stillness. Just one aisle over, the oblivious student finally pulled a book from the shelf and walked away into the quiet distance.

The echoing sound of the student’s departing footsteps eventually faded into complete silence, leaving only the sound of their ragged synchronized breathing fill the narrow aisle.

Caleb remained buried deep inside her, his forehead resting on her head. His chest heaved against hers, his heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm that mirrored her own. He didn't pull back immediately, instead, he seemed to relish the sticky warmth binding them together in the dark.

Her hands slowly dropped from her mouth, her arms sliding limply over his shoulders as the adrenaline began to recede, leaving her completely exhausted and trembling. Her eyes were still glassy with tears, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps.

"Caleb..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, a faint plea for release.

He finally stirred, letting out a low, satisfied sigh as he slowly withdrew from her. The sudden absence of his heat made her shiver, her thighs sticky and burning as her feet finally touched the cold floor again. Her knees buckled instantly, unable to support her own weight after the intensity of the ordeal.

Before she could fall, Caleb caught her. His large hands gripped her upper arms, hoisting her up effortlessly and pressing her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, anchoring her against him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice hazy with lingering possessiveness. "You can barely even stand."

She leaned back against him, too drained to protest, completely submissive to his hold. She could feel the dampness of his cum ruining her panties, a coarse reminder of exactly what he had just done to her in a public space.

Caleb reached down, his fingers tracing the bruised skin on her thigh where he had gripped her so tightly. He turned her around slowly, forcing her to face him in the dim light of the aisle. He pulled a stray lock of hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle now, though his eyes still burned with that same erratic intensity.

"You're mine." He whispered, his thumb brushing against her swollen, reddened bottom lip. "Every part of you. Don't ever forget that."

You sit idle at Zayne's office, you can sense faint notes of lemongrass and jasmine filling in the room. His office is clean and tidy, with cabinets lining up the walls. It's starkly too white, well, that was until you gifted him several plants throughout the years you've been with him.

'you can't just work in some torture chamber all day! Decorate your office with some plants at the least! ' you recall telling him the exact sentence when you gifted him his first office plant.

It was late at night, the windows were shut and the curtains drawn. No sounds were coming out of the room. If anyone were to look in from outside, they could tell there's no one in this office.

But there was you, and him.

Zayne is sitting across from you, typing some document, perhaps your patient information, into the computer. His face looks blank, but you can sense a faint waver in his fingers. You both weren't speaking to one another. You were nervous, but you didn’t know why. It wasn't exactly your fault.

Well, maybe, perhaps— you WERE a little reckless today.

You trace the shadows stretching across the room, letting your eyes wander elsewhere but at him. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, thick with emotion he's desperately trying to hide.

The silence stretched between you for what felt like an eternity.

He finally speaks, "You're lucky you're still sitting there,"

"But I'm here," you look down, idly rubbing your thumbs together.

Zayne taps his pen on his desk. He's agitated.

"Hey, I know—"

"You almost died." His voice snaps through the air, raw and laced with a tinge of vulnerability.

"Alright, DIED, is kind of an overstatement."

To be fair, you thought you were going to die out there today, too. But you didn't want to admit he was right. You were collapsed by a dilapidated building, debris falling right to your leg. Got buried alone in the disaster with no signal.

It was lucky, you were lucky. It was a miracle that you got away with just some scratches, bruises, and cast on your crushed leg. As a Hunter, you understood the reality of the job and the consequences that came with it. As your primary care doctor, Zayne should have been desensitized to it too. Yet, this time, the toll it took on him was breaking through his professional stoic armor.

"Zayne…" You try to defrost the tension in the air. When you looked closer at him, you noticed the glassiness in his eyes. "Hey... honey. I'm okay."

Ignoring the dull ache in your leg, you hobbled around the desk to close the distance between you. The moment you were within reach, Zayne pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around you with desperate strength, his shoulders tensing and visibly shaking against you.

"I… I thought…." His voice broke on the words.

"I know," you murmured, tangling your fingers into his hair to soothe the tremors. "I'm sorry. I was careless. But I'm here, Zayne. I'm right here."

He squeezed you tighter, burying his face into you as if letting go meant you would dissolve into thin air. The earlier tension has evaporated, replaced by a quiet, fragile stillness, unspoken agreement to cling to the fact that you were there with him.

The silence broke when you shifted your weight. Standing on one leg was starting to strain you. Zayne noticed immediately. He slowly peeled himself away, steadying his breath.

"I'll see you at home, yeah?" You gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Instead of answering, Zayne abruptly pushed back his chair and stood. He began walking straight toward the office door. You sensed a sudden heat in his gaze, but you thought it was just your imagination. You shook your head dismissing your vulgar thoughts.

'come on, Zayne wouldn't do that'

A click of a doorknob echoed in the room.

'oh, Zayne would do that'

You swallow hard as a wave of heat washes over you. Zayne pivots to face you, his eyes burning with a silent, intense focus that makes your pulse spike. Instinctively, you take a cautious step back, your movements heavy as you back into the corner of his office.

You cough out, "Hey… it's all okay. I'm okay." You are trembling anxiously, but your body knows itself. Anticipation pools deep within you, and your breath hitches as the air in the room suddenly feels heavy and close.

'Was it always this tight in here?'

In quick steps, Zayne is already towering over you, his presence completely engulfing your personal space. "Then would it be okay if I did this to you?"

He leans down, his mouth meeting yours in a gesture that is more tender than you expected. He brushes his palms against yours, hooking his fingers through your own to lock your hands together, pinning you both in the moment.

Sighs and moans were exchanged as your lips met. You can feel Zayne's restraint vibrating through him, trying to not lose himself in the kiss, aware that your body is still healing. His touches were delicate, careful to not squeeze your skin too hard. Tactically avoiding your bruises around your waist, his hands found your hips, pulling you closer so he could deepen the kiss. You smiled against his lips, slipping your hands up to get tangled in his hair.

The movement of the kiss shifts, growing more passionate and wet. You moaned into him as he clamped his mouth over your tongue, gently sucking on it. Heat radiates between you as the world outside the office walls disappears. Desperate, you push more into him, and as you push forward, his back hits the edge of the desk with a heavy thump.

Zayne groans softly, in that moment, the careful distance he maintained dissolves, replaced by a raw, urgent need to be near you. He carefully undressed your top and bottoms, wasting no time trying to be coy.

"Get on the desk," He breathed out.

You let him guide you to his clean desk. As you sit down, cold sharpness shocks your bottom. You shivered, bracing your hands on the edge. "Zayne, it's cold." Coming off little pouty.

"Then I'll warm you up."

He leaned back in, dipping low to capture your mouth in a kiss that erased the chill entirely. His hands began to roam all over your body, tracing your shape, his palms warm with heat. Even in his desperation, he still gripped you with softheartedness, pouring every ounce of his unspoken fear and relief straight into the kiss.

With one quick, decisive move, he unclasped your bra, freeing your chest to the cool air of the room. You let out a quiet whimper as he lightly grazed your sensitive nipples with his calloused fingertips, sending a sharp jolt of electricity straight to your core.

"Are you turned on by the thought that someone might hear us?" Zayne whispered against your ear, his breath hot and uneven.

A sudden wave of uneasiness flashed through your mind, "I thought it was getting late…"

"So? It's still a hospital, love. People work late hours here." He trailed a line of kisses down your neck, his lips pressing over your racing pulse. Feeling the slight tension in your frame, he immediately pulled back, "Are you nervous? We can stop here and go home," As much as he wanted to take you right here on this desk, he was still considerate not to cross your boundaries.

"Ah… no!" You hastily reach out, grabbing his arm to keep him close. "I mean…" Your face was burning up as you realized your exclamation was probably too loud.

Zayne gave out a low breathy chuckle, "If you promise you will be quiet…" He leaned back in, his focus entirely on you as he peppered soft, teasing kisses around your jaw and cheeks. "We might just get away with it."

Your pulse quickened meeting his gaze.

Oh how risky this game was, 'Could he get fired? Can I actually keep my composure?'

While your brain scrambled to find logic and reason in all this, your body was already moving without your permission. Moving entirely on instinct, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you once more, biting down on his lower lip.

Zayne's expression softened, his hands resting gently on your waist. Every tender touch of his fingers makes you quiver. You whimper as he sucks your tongue with utmost furor. Any concern of you two getting caught swept over you, you get lost in him, head getting dizzy, body burning up. At that moment, the world outside the office didn't seem to matter.

He pulls away the kiss, lingering over you as you can see the slick of your spit glistening, making a bridge between your tongue.

"Can you be good, and try not to make a sound?" Zayne pinches your nipples, making your eyes flicker.

"Y-yes"

"I was afraid that I was making you do something you weren't comfortable with." Zayne pressed his fingers gently at your entrance, resulting in your panties smearing a wet spot. "But I think I was worried for nothing"

You moan, as he firmly presses his fingers into your burning cunt.

"Zayne…" You tremble, holding on to his arms to anchor yourself.

He slides your panties to the side, allowing him access to the source of your wetness. He uses your slick to lube up his fingers, then slowly, he presses them inside you. You melt into his touch, as he presses deeper and deeper.

"Mmmm. Zayne…" You sigh out,

He plunged his two fingers, in and out, your warm hole sucking his fingers in tightly.

"Zay—ne— hic- don't stop,"

"I don't want to"

You grip him more tightly, pressing your hips into his hand in a desperate search for friction. Zayne pulls you in close against his chest, hearing his raging heart beating in rhythm with his ragged breath. His thumb finds your clit, applying a deliberate pressure that sends a jolt straight to your chest, leaving your heart hammering in your throat.

He leans down, claiming your mouth in a deep, wet kiss, his tongue tangling hungrily with yours. Your breath hitches into rapid breathless moans. Every muscle in your body tightens, your body trembling with a burning intensity as you hover right on the edge.

The tightening of your muscles tells him everything he needs to know, and he holds you steady, holding you through the peak of your release.

Slowly, Zayne withdrew the kiss, giving you space to breathe and catch your breath. He drags his fingers out of you with leisure, bringing them straight to his mouth to lick and suck them clean, his darkened green eyes never leaving yours.

The air in the room suddenly felt too heavy. You're slumped on his desk, completely undone, your chest still heaving in a slow, ragged rhythm. And yet, why do you feel a buzzing heat lingering deep in your stomach?

As if Zayne noticed your lust still lingering in the air, he drops to his knees in front of you.

"May I taste you?" He looks up with those pleading eyes. How could you say no?

With a swift movement, he hooks his fingers into your well ruined panties, pulling them down your feet. He lifts your knees, draping your legs over his shoulders to open you completely to him.

He started by leaving lingering kisses down your thighs, eventually, leading them up to your folds. You feel his warm breath whiff over your most sensitive spot, making you squirm. Zayne gently sucks on your swelling wet cunt, before delving his tongue in.

His sudden movements drove you crazy, making your legs tremble uncontrollably. You just came, every touch and feeling was just overly sensitive.

"Z-Zayne… hah.. Too— much—" you cry out. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to process the sheer overload of it.

Zayne wasn't listening, he's lapping your arousal to utmost attention, sucking up every lewd juices your pussy oozes out.

Your skin was flushed, hot to the touch. You couldn't move, you didn't want to. You were trapped in that exquisite, agonizing aftershock where the boundary between pleasure and ache completely blurs.

"Nn— Ah! Za-Zayne—" you sob, "It— hah.. feels… feels good…" Your shaking fingers clawed deep into his desk.

As Zayne is dedicated to devouring you wholly, he slides up his finger to your opening, spreading you open. Slowly, he pressed his fingers into you, your insides wet and warm, welcoming him back again as it swells on his fingers. He gradually curved his fingers upwards to hit your most sensitive spot. Your head swings back, spine arching as the sheer intensity of the pleasure takes over.

"Mnng?!" At this point, you can't make up any coherent words anymore. All turning into babbled cries.

You grasp what you can, his hair, anything. Zayne pleasuring every inch of you is becoming too much to bear. The heat of his mouth, wet tongue, and the glide of his smooth fingers, all of it relentless, driving you closer to the edge.

"You taste perfect, love. Come for me."

The gentleness of his words makes your heart burst, you can't hold yourself anymore. Your hips start to tense up, trembling, your back arches as you pulse in pure bliss.

Your body goes limp, toppling over a second time. Your brain is buzzing, unable to make any clear thoughts. Zayne leans on your thighs, reaching out for your hands, gently rubbing circles on your knuckles.

Your chest rising and falling in exhausted paces. Every muscle in your body felt like a warm wax, completely melting into his embrace. Your eyes were heavily glazed, struggling to hold focus as the room slowly tilting from the two orgasms he dragged you through.

Zayne stands up, looking entirely too put together, while you were a beautifully wrecked disaster. His fingers slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing on your lower plump lip. The simple touch sent fire straight down your spine, making your breath hitch all over again. With the faint vision from your eyes you could notice him taking his glasses off. You were still flowing somewhere above ground, your brain still foggy and your limbs feeling like goo, but as you looked into his eyes, his words cut through the trance.

"Do you think you can go for more?"

Your body can

You give a weak nod, offering him a silent reassurance that you are entirely his in this moment.

"Then love, will you give me the permission, to make you feel even better?" Zayne’s voice is a low growl. Guided by his touch, your hands find the edge of his belt, letting your fingers trace down to his throbbing cock. A low groan escapes him, when you pressed on his stiffness, making your mouth water.

Zayne swallows the aching lump in his throat, he unclasps his belt, freeing his thick shaft. He grabs his cock by the ridge, slowly rubbing his tip at your swollen entrance. His free hand slides down to grip your waist, his fingers digging in gently but possessively, pulling you close against him until there is absolutely no space left between you.

The sheer warmth of him radiates through you. Slowly, deliberately, he begins to move, pressing into you with a steady, gentle friction that makes the rest of the world completely fade away.

With a gentle, final thrust, he's all the way inside you. "You are so wet for me."

You whimper as his size spreads you open. "Mmm. Zayne…"

Zayne starts to move his hips, sluggish at first, letting you accommodate his size. Then with a fierce tempo, he drives into you. You cry out at his abrupt speed increase, grasping his shoulders, digging your nails into his shirt.

"Ah! Z-Zayne!! Anhh— not too— fast—"

The room is now filled with your lustful cries and the ragged breathing between you two. The scent in the air is all too musky, the pleasant aroma that was lemongrass and jasmine, is exchanged by your sex juices and sweat.

"Shh." Zayne grunted into your ear. "You— fuck— don't want my co-workers— nng— to hear your erotic cries… Do you?"

"M-Mmnnh—" You muster all the consciousness you have left, and bite down into his shoulders. Scabbling his shirt, now ruined with your saliva and torn seams, you cry out long desperate whimpers. Your eyes water, body shaking violently. You realize you are making noises but you can't hear anything.

You are all so soaked for him, dripping all over his desk and down to the floor. Your mind drifts away again, blood buzzing in your ears.

Zayne, not caring if you could or could not hold your voice down, fucked you harder and deeper. The table rattling, and papers flying off the desk, as he picks up the pace. Anyone who walks by would hear you and Zayne's illicit activity.

It's when you are coming close to another orgasm that you hear footsteps in the distance.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Like a wakeup call, you are conscious again. All your senses come alive, heightening all sensations you are receiving with his fat cock.

"Ahnng—" you cry out.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Shhh… someone's coming" Zayne curls into your neck burying his nose into your hair.

The steps are getting louder and clearer, it might be just down the halls. Your heart is racing in the thought of you two getting caught. You thought Zayne would slow down, but instead he lifts you off from the desk, holding you up, piercing you with his dick.

"Z-Zayne!" You whisper loudly into his ear.

Oh the scolding you would do, once he's done… Wait, is he getting bigger?

Zayne's breath is ragged, growing heavier and hoarser each time he thrusts into you.

You almost moan his name in pleasure but that's when you hear the knocking.

Knock. Knock.

"Dr. Zayne? Are you still here?"

A night nurse.

The voice is coming from right outside the walls, just a couple feet away from you. Your blaring heart lurched to your throat choking out air. Your eyes flew open, trying to hold back a moan.

At first, you thought he would stop, and pretend no one is in here. Let her leave in peace, so you can finish in silence. But to your surprise, he still thrusts in a steady rhythm, and in a raspy voice he speaks out,

"Ye-s. I'm about to leave…"

'Is he crazy?'

"Oh! I just wanted to let you know, there's files for—"

"Hnng— Y-yes. Could you leave them… by the door."

'He's crazy'

"You alright doctor?"

You try your best to hold on and muffle your breath by chomping his shoulders down hard. You give him a silent glare.

"Yes— thrust

I'm— thrust

quite... alright— thrust"

"Annhg!" You couldn't keep this cry out.

"Oh..! I see. I'll see you tomorrow doctor." You can't see her, or know who she is, but you can undeniably make out her blushing face.

The steps quickly disappear away, leaving you back alone with sounds of your breaths and squelching sound of your wet pussy.

"H-hey what was that!" you stammered, your breath catching. "What if she knew what we were doing in here"

"Oh, she knew."

Without saying anything else, he set you down gently, bending you over the desk thrusting back in.

"Zay… ne— Anhhn— Li! When I— fuck— get you… ! "

Zayne's laugh echoes along the room with the sloppy wet sounds you are making with this dick. His hand gripped your waist, circling his thumbs affectionately.

"You were— fucking— tightening up…on my dick. I thought— you— loved it." He groaned. His body leaned over, weaving under your body with his right hand finding your clit. With a quiet flick of his Evol, a slight chill crept into his fingertips.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as the chill fingers press against your sensitive bud. You clench up around his length in reflex.

"Just like that."

All your efforts to hold back your voice were useless. You wailed so loudly, you might as well have broadcasted your lust to the entire hospital.

You could not take it any longer. This was all too much for you, his thick cock penetrating you to the fullest, and his evol overstimulating your clit.

"Fuck— You are so— so good." Zayne groaned in your ear, biting down on your shoulders, giving back what you gave him.

You cry out in something between pain and pleasure, tears falling down your cheeks. Your entire body goes numb and tense at the same time.

"Zayne! Zayne.. please—"

Zayne's cock trembled inside you, "I'm … close." He picks up speed, rubbing your clit in circles, trying to take you both to climax.

"I'm… hah— I'm going to fucking fill— you up—" Zayne moans out your name, your back arches up to him, "Come, come for me love— With me."

You grip on to the desk, bracing yourself for your feverish ecstasy to take you over. You cry out his name as you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, as your walls pulse around him and your vision fading black. Zayne's hips stutter for a brief second, before he empties inside you, endless streams of cum coating your walls. He pants out, rocking his hips slowly as he rides out his orgasm.

You let out a drawn out moan before collapsing onto his desk. He clings on to you as you both catch your breath. Zayne gasps, still inside you, leaving kisses on the shoulder where he bit you.

"Does it hurt?"

Still out of breath, you sway your head in 'no'

Zayne slowly pulls out, his cum dripping out of your pussy in the process. He doesn't quite clean it up yet, he settles back back onto his chair, and draws you onto his lap. As his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his embrace helps steady your ragged breathing and racing heart.

You lean into his chest, savoring this moment together. Hearing his beating heart in sync with yours, you draw circles in his chest. Zayne looks down at you, kissing your head, a gentle reminder that he loves and treasures you.

Although, that blissful moment is gone instantly once you gain back consciousness, you scowl at him, "We got caught! What if she gets you fired."

"It's okay. She knows I'm madly in love with you."

"That's not the issue!"

Zayne kisses your temples, "I doubt they can fire the best surgeon in Linkon City."

You sigh at his face in disbelief. "Now when did you get this sassy?"

You finally take in his changed expression. His jaw relaxing, the hard lines of his anxiety dissolving into a radiant smile. Beneath your palms, his frantic heartbeat slows to a steady, comforting rhythm. He weaves his fingers through your hair, pulling a single lock to his lips, as if it's the most precious thing in the world. A long, warm exhale brushes against your neck as his lips linger, carrying a soft, tethered whisper, "I love you."

It’s 9AM.

The gentle golden sunlight filtered through the college library windows, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air. Outside, you can see the cherry blossoms in full bloom, and the cool spring breeze blowing through the half opened windows. Distant muffled chatter of your fellow classmates filled the air.

The midterm was at noon. All night, you and Valko have been trapped in a self-inflicted cycle of endless flashcards, and going through lecture slides you cannot make sense of.

"Ask me again," You mutter. Your voice was rough, a low rasp from lack of sleep. You stare blankly at the colored diagram, tapping your notebook with your pen. "I got this one wrong last time. Come on Val, ask me again."

Valko didn't pick up the flashcards. He just sat back in his chair, his eyes fixated on your dark circles bruising the skin beneath your eyes. 

"Hey, we went over it, like, ten times. In the last hour." He says, his voice was weary. 

Valko wasn't tired of studying, he was tired of holding his breath around you. Tired of filtering every look and word to make sure it stayed strictly in the boundaries of 'best friends'. He was in love with you, but he knew. He knew your heart belonged to someone else entirely.

"Come on, you need rest." Valko spoke in a soft whisper.

"I don't need rest." Your shoulders tensed up.

"You won't do well on the test if you don't rest. At least for an hour. Come on."

"Valko! I need an A," you snapped at him. You didn't mean any malice, but you are desperate for an A. You really need this one. "Valko… I'm sorr-"

You were cut off by a familiar buzz from your phone.

A message.

Your eyes suddenly lit up. A sudden radiant spark in your eyes.

The spark that Valko knew all too well. A look that he could never evoke you to make. A look that was never for him.

"Who is it?" Valko asked, but he already knew the answer.

"It's Zayne." You breathed. A small helpless smile was tugging at the corners of your lips. You didn't look up at Valko, you were completely captivated by Zayne's text to you. "He just wished me luck in the midterm, and said he will treat me for dinner if I survive it." 

Valko felt a cold knot in his chest.

Zayne. The guy from her chemistry lecture. The guy she spent hours analyzing texts from. The guy whose laugh makes her blush. The guy who she actually has a crush on.

Valko sat through countless late night phone calls listening to you gush about him. Forcing him to give relationship advice while his own heart was tearing to pieces.

"That's… That's great." Valko managed to say, his voice was flat. He perfected the art of aloofness. Wearing the practiced mask whenever you talk to him about Zayne.

"I hope I don't look too bad," You murmur, spending a bit too long staring at the phone message. 

Once you set your phone down, the sudden adrenaline from Zayne's text began to fade, leaving you even more drained than before.

You leaned your chin on your palm, trying to force yourself to read a line of text from your notes. But your eyes fluttered, "Just… *yawn*Just give me a second to…. clear… my mind.."

Within a minute, the pen slipped away from your fingers, rolling idly across the desk. Your hand gave away, your head dropping onto your arms. Your face burying into the pages of your notebook, a deep sleep finally claiming you.

Valko sat frozen. The frantic energy of the study session was dissolved, leaving a quiet stillness. Besides your notebook, your phone lit up one more time with a preview message,

‘See you later.’

He looked away from your phone, his chest aching with heart-wrenched longing.

The breeze from the windows blew directly over to your table, rustling the loose papers on the desk. Valko noticed you giving a small shiver against the chill, your shoulders tensing up as you tried to pull your arms closer to your body.

Valko stood up quietly, careful not to let his chair scrape against the floor. He unzipped his heavy jacket, moving slowly trying to keep the zipper from hitting any solid surfaces. He stepped around the desk, standing over you for a brief second. Carefully, he leaned down and draped the jacket across your shoulder.

You stirred slightly from the sudden warmth, but welcoming. You shifted your face sideways, burying your face into the lining of the collar. Breathing in the familiar scent of cedarwood and sage, a content sigh escaped your lips. Sinking deeper into slumber, finally relaxing.

Valko stood right before you. He couldn't go back to his side of the table. He couldn't.

He pulled out the empty chair right next to you, and settled into it. He propped his elbow on the desk, resting his chin on his hand, his face only inches from yours.

The morning sunlight hits your face perfectly, making you look almost ethereal. Valko let out a little gasp, and his heart gave a familiar heavy thud. He traced the quiet lines of your face with his eyes. A stray hair strand fell across your face, catching the light and casting a shadow over your closed eyes.

Valko let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He gingerly reached out, his fingers hesitating for a second before gently tucking a stray strand behind your ear. Your skin was warm, and his chest ached with a familiar warmth of his own. Valko's hand lingered in the air around you, his knuckles brushing the edge of his own jacket that's draped over you.

Then, his gaze dropped.

Valko stared at your lips. They are parted ever so slightly. In the quiet corner of the library, bathing in the golden sunlight, you were right there. He could lean down. He could close the distance. He could finally show you how he had felt. The urge was a physical ache in his throat, a violent heartbeat in his ears that screamed at him to just take the chance.

Just once, Valko's mind whispered, a dangerous provocative thought taking root as he leaned in. What if I just kissed you? What if I stopped being a coward and show you how much I love you? Would you hate me? Would it change anything?

He leaned in closer, just a breath away, his eyes fixed on your lips.

But he stopped.

He closed his eyes, swallowing the suffocating lump in his throat, and pulled his face back.

He couldn’t do it.

He wouldn’t steal a moment you couldn’t consent to.

He couldn’t risk losing the only version of you that he was allowed to have.

In about an hour, the alarm on his phone would vibrate. You would wake up groggy, completely unaware of the way he had just looked at you. You would throw his jacket back at him with a grateful smile. You would call Valko the ‘absolute best friend a girl could ever ask for,’ entirely unaware that you were breaking his heart with every casual touch.

Valko opened his eyes back, his gaze lingering on your face with a sweet, devastating intensity. He would keep playing his part. He would be your best friend. He would even help you get ready for your date tonight if you asked. 

The night is beautiful, the clear sky is freckled with stars. Looking out your bedroom window, you spot Sylus waiting by his car. He is dressed in his black suit, his signature jacket draped over his shoulders. As he leans against the hood with his arms crossed, he catches your gaze and looks up, a familiar smirk playing on his lips.

You blush, already being late, you hurriedly zip up your wine colored floor length dress. It hugs your waist perfectly, but still leaves enough room for you to move freely. Around your neck rests the onyx and pearl necklace that Sylus gifted you during your first anniversary.

The moment you step outside, the night breeze sends a chill down your spine. Instant regret of your outfit of choice crawls into your mind.

"Didn't check the weather, did you?" He smiles at you.

"It didn't say it would be a little cold.. " you murmur quietly.

Sylus walks up to you, draping his jacket over your shoulders. "Here, think of this as a temporary loan. Interest rates do apply." He lets out a hand for you to reach.

"Oh please, " you retorted playfully, taking his hand to his car.

Silence fills the car, not awkwardness, but a month of yearning. This rare date night is what you both needed. Ever since you left the N109 zone, time together became a luxury. Busy with separate work, you barely had time for one another.

You watch him being focused on driving, his crimson eyes looking straight at the road. You wanted to mess around with him a little. You gently place your hand over his on the center of the console, tracing the lines of his knuckles. "You're being unusually quiet," You whisper, with a little tease in your voice. "Are you always this focused when you drive?"

Sylus smirks, glances down at your hand before fixing his eyes back on the road. "I'm trying to be a good boy, but if you keep sliding your fingers over my hands like that, I might have to pull over."

"I might take you up on that offer," You tease, trailing your fingers down to his thigh, squeezing it.

He gives out a pant, glaring at you, "I thought you'd like to eat first. They have your favorite dessert."

"They still have it?!" You jump in delight. The last time you two went to this skyline bar together, they warned they will discontinue it soon.

"I called to make sure they have it," He gave you a sly grin.

——

The restaurant is dimly lit, with candles decorating each of the tables. The heavy curtains fell shut, cutting off the roar of the city and replacing it with low hum of jazz and amber glows of the candle light.

You get seated by the window, a two seater table draped in a white tablecloth that cascades down to the floor. Beside you there's a window overlooking the city skylines. Below, the streets were alive, glowing with vibrant lights and filled with busy streets.

"How hard was it to get this reservation?" As you turn your gaze away from the glass, you find Sylus already watching you. He's sitting back in his chair, his broad shoulders framing him perfectly against the dim room. His sharp gaze takes you in. His eyes slowly tracking your collarbone, curve of your jaw and then finally, settling on your lips.

Sylus lets out a soft, amused huff. His lips twitching into a broad grin, "Are you trying to see if I lost my touch, or trying to make small talk because you are nervous?" He rests his arm on the table, leaning close enough you can see the warmth in his gaze. "You know, getting a table here is a breeze compared to trying to make time for one another,"

The ambient chatter of the tables around you fade into a dull murmur. The space between you feels tight, the air filled with the heavy weight of forced distance.

A waiter breaks the silence and comes by to set down two clear glasses filled with deep ruby red wine. Sylus must have quietly ordered it while you were distracted by the view.

"You look stunning by the way," He says, his eyes never leaving yours.

You reach for your glass by the stem, gently swirling the liquid inside. "You don't look too bad yourself, boss man." You give him a soft smile.

You take a sip of the wine, hoping it will warm you up. You start chattering, swapping stories about your daily routines, talking about what you both have been up to during the long months apart. It's a careful dance, you both know that. If you don't hold eye contact for a second too long, the calm facade will shatter, and the dinner will be cut short right there and then.

But safe is boring, you think to yourself.

A mischievous gleam ignites in your chest.

You have not seen this man in nearly a year, and his polite, well behaved act is driving you crazy. You want to see him break. You want to force a reaction out of him.

Underneath the tablecloth, you slip one foot out of your shoe. You slowly graze the top of your foot up his leg.

Sylus pauses mid sentence, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he doesn't move away. Instead, a dangerous knowing glint appears in his eyes. "Are you looking for trouble?" He asks quietly, his voice laced with amusement.

"I don't know what you mean," you say innocently, taking another sip of your wine.

Right on cue, the waiter comes by to take your main course orders, "Are we ready to order, or would like a few more minutes?"

"We are ready," you say smoothly, flashing the waiter a polite smile. "I'll have the zucchini carbonara please."

But beneath the table, your actions are anything but innocent. As you speak the words to the waiter, you boldly slide your foot higher, pressing the arch of your foot firmly against his groin.

Sylus freezes mid breath, his posture stiffening instantly. The smooth collected expression on his face breaks for a split second, flashing you a sly smile. His eyes give you a look that tells you, you will be in absolute trouble the moment you leave this room.

"And for the gentleman?" the waiter asks, looking over at Sylus.

Sylus doesn't look at the waiter. His eyes remain locked onto you, blazing with intense heat. He takes a slow, controlled breath before speaking.

His voice was rougher than before, "Bring us whatever is fastest. My companion seems to be in a hurry tonight."

——

You and Sylus get back into his car. You planned to keep up this game. But the moment you sank into the seat, your body betrayed you. The slow rhythmic vibration of the car acted as a perfect lullaby for your food coma.

You tried to fight it, but your eyelids were heavy and you slowly drifted off to sleep.

——

You stir awake from the sound of crushing gravel. You stifled a yawn, stretching your arms against the leather seat before looking out the window. He parked the car in a dark secluded lot at a park. There are quiet chatters in the distance, you can make out a couple going on a late night jog.

Why did he take you here— oh.

A familiar warmth fills your stomach when you realize exactly why he took this detour. Heavy and hot air suddenly fills around you.

"This doesn't look like my apartment building. Did the crow man lose his way, or are you just kidnapping me?" You give out a breathless little laugh, a teasing smile playing on your lips to hide how fast your heart was beating.

But he doesn't answer. As you turn towards him, his gaze is already burning into you. He methodically loosened his collar with slow, agonizing movement that felt like a threat. He cuts the engine, the sudden silence amplifies the sound of your breathing.

"You've been teasing me all evening," The shadow of his dangerous smile crept across his face, leaning across the console closing the distance. He didn't just invade your space, but consumed it. Crowding you until his chest is brushing yours with every breath.

His hands came up to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing firmly into your chin to tilt your face up to his, "Did you think I'd let you off easy,"

Feeling daring, you press him a little further. Biting your lower lip, giving a shy smile, "I have no idea what you mean," your voice a soft cheeky whisper.

His grip tightens just enough to make you gasp. "Don't play innocent with me kitten. You know it drives me absolutely insane."

You let out a nervous cough, "but why here?" You try peering around, the night is still dark, and the car seems to be well hidden from others.

"Well, a certain someone couldn't keep her legs off me during dinner."

"Uh-huh," you answered crossing your arms,

"And I thought this was a perfect place for her punishment,"

Before you can even let out a sound, his lips crash into yours. Shudders go down your spine as he closes the gap between you and him. The suddenness of it makes the world tilt, making your head spin.

Months of pent up desire and waiting is released in a single instant. His movements are driven by a starved desperation that matches the frantic hammering of your own heartbeat.

He grazes his tongue against your lower lip, as if he's asking for permission to enter your mouth. You, of course, grant it instantly. Parting your lips with a soft, broken whimper that is entirely swallowed by the heat of his mouth.

He slid down his hand to grip your waist, settling you between his lap before sliding upwards to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress. He started to rub around your nipples, the texture of the dress pressing gently on your skin, sending shivers through your core. You wrap your arm tightly around his neck, pulling yourself against his broad chest. Your fingers curl into the strands of his hair, frantically gripping the roots as you are trying to hold yourself as you lose yourself to him.

His taste, touch, his very presence, you can't get enough of. Desperate for more, you wrap your lips around his tongue and suck gently, pouring all of your own unspoken longing into the gesture.

"M-more," You whine greedily into his lips.

"Impatient today are we kitten?" Sylus hums in your lips.

"Stop teasing then," you demand. "You are moving too slow,"

"But who was the one teased at dinner all night. Hm?"

You feel his grin against your lips, his head angling so he can kiss you deeper.

"I missed you, sweetie." His kisses grow demanding and rough. Intoxicating you til your last breath, leaving you starved for air. Your lungs are burning for oxygen as your head spins. Needing to catch your breath, you weakly tug at his hair, trying to get him to detach off you so you can get air, but his grip on you only tightens further.

"S-Sy.." You gasp out, "Sylus… I can't.. I cant breathe,"

Panting heavily, Sylus finally pulls back by a mere few inches. His gaze is on you, burning with desire. His crimson red eyes are tracking the swollen dampness of your lips before he snaps back to your eyes.

He nods towards the back, "Backseat, now. Before I bend you over here and ruin your dress."

Your eyes widening with a mix of breathless anticipation and immediate compliance. For a second you hesitated, you weren't sure if you should get out of the car to move. Thinking it might spoil the mood, you scurriedly climb over the middle trying to squeeze through. In your haste, the hem of your dress hitched up, exposing the bare soft skin of your thighs and bum.

Before you could fully get past the middle, his warm hand reached out. With a sharp playful smack, he slapped your ass.

The sudden contact made you yelp, a flush of heat blooming across your cheeks as you scramble the rest of the way into the backseat.

"H-hey! That's not fair," you say, throwing him a playful, heated look over your shoulder.

Sylus chucked, "I couldn't help it," his voice a velvet rasp that hummed in amusement. "It was right there for my taking."

"That doesn't mean you SHOULD take it," You murmur quietly,

Sylus joined you in the backseat of his car, you take a moment to take in his looks. He looks immaculate. The slight glow from the streetlights cut through the glass painted a warm glow on his face, accentuating his jaw and his ruby eyes.

The air in the car felt heavy, charged with a magnetic pull that made every inch of your skin tingle. You reached out, your fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes travel down to his chest and down to his groin. His cock visibly throbbing. You bite your lower lip, sliding your hand down slowly to his waist and to his belt buckle. You wish to free it but he pins you back down.

"Not yet." His hands firmly closed around your wrists, he guides them back against the seat. "Let me taste you first sweetie,"

He leaned in, the scent of him enveloping you. His lips began a slow, deliberate trail across your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. Every brush of his skin against yours felt hot, leaving you dazed, making the world outside the car disappear.

With efficient movement, he reached the zipper of your dress. He was frantic with it, and as he moved with a sudden haste, a sound of fabric ripping echoed in the car.

"W-wait Sylus… !" You gasp, trying to halt his movement with your hand, "You're ripping it! Be careful, it's my favorite dress."

Sylus didn't even pause, his hands at your waist as he lifted you slightly to slide the dress down. His eyes scanning over your body, "I don't care about the dress," He growled softly, his fingers gliding against your hip. "I'll buy you a hundred more. I'm only interested in what's underneath it."

You obeyed his unspoken cues, helping him slide down the dress. Your movements are swift despite the frantic beating of your heart. As he was tossing the dress over the front seat, you leaned up to whisper cheekily against his ear, "You are so incredibly lucky that I love you."

Sylus let out a genuine laugh, hovering over you. His expression serene, "Is that so kitten?" 

His hands rested on your face, his thumb rubbing around your lower lip before stealing a kiss again. Sylus' hand slid down the contours of your waist, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties. He moved with an agonizing slowness that felt like a deliberate test of your patience. He stretched out his movements, every second felt like an eternity. Far too slow for your liking.

"Sylus, please.. I-" You plead out, "I need…"

"Mmmm. Need what sweetie?" His low voice vibrated through the car. He reached up, his hand cupping your jaw, his thumb tilting your chin upward to make you gaze at him. "Beg for me."

You meet his dark gaze, your heart ready to combust. The sheer intensity in his eyes were making you breathless, making your skin flush with overwhelming heat.

You let out a desperate, fractured moan, "I- "

Sylus bites lightly at your earlobe, giving a lick making you jolt in sudden sensation. His tongue trailing down your neck and shoulders sucking gently every second, leaving you with marks. With one move, he unclasps your bra, exposing your chest to him.

"Whats it that you want?" With one hand he pinches your nipples, and sucks on the other with his mouth.

"Nngh!"

His nibbles make you squirm, you can feel yourself getting damp in your panties.

You are getting impatient, you try to rub your clit through your panties by grinding against his thighs.

Sylus tuts disapprovingly, "Tell me." He bites gently down on your nipples, "Tell me exactly. What you want."

His free hand started to roam downwards. His thumb found your most sensitive point, pressing against it with a gentle, agonizingly slow circular motion.

"Sylus! I want you," You whimper, the last bit of your pride dissolving under his touch. "I want your tongue on my clit... Please…." You blush hard of embarrassment, you can't believe you gave in that easily.

A dark growl escapes him in satisfaction. "Good girl," he cooed, the praise heavy and warm against your ear. With swift motion, he tosses your panties off. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a brief tender kiss before his mouth began a slow descent.

His kisses left tracks of marks, pressing down around your breasts and across your trembling stomach. Your skin shivered everywhere his lips touched. He lingered at the soft skin of your inner thighs, parting them gently, before finally centering his focus between your folds.

"Wet already for me kitten?"

He teased you at first, his breath just glazing over your swollen skin, mapping the contours of your body with agonizing care. He lapped around your sensitive folds, drinking the sweet nectar that came out of it.

"So beautiful," Sylus breathed, his voice vibrating against you. He ran his tongue from the very bottom of the slip, all the way up to your sensitive clit in one smooth stroke. "You taste divine,"

You let out a squeal turning into a moan, the exact second he finally granted you the pleasure you were starving for. Your fingers dug blindly into the leather as he began to pleasure you with this tongue in slow rhythmic motion.

"A-ah.. Sy-sylus..! "

Your voice broke, completely unable to form coherent words as his mouth centered over your swollen clit, sucking gently. Sylus let out a grunt, fastening his efforts to delve his tongue deeper into you as your body is squirming. The sensation sends sparks throughout your body. Desperate to keep him there, you locked your legs around his shoulders, your nails burying deep into his hair.

Without breaking the rhythm of his mouth, Sylus managed to slide his hand beneath his tongue, his fingers finding your slick entrance. With an effortless, fluid motion, he plunged two fingers deep inside you. He knew your body perfectly, finding your most sensitive spot right away.

"Sylus, hah.." You cry out loudly, tossing your head back against the seat. "Sylus please… p- please don't stop!" You are practically screaming in pleasure. Your words echoing against the glass.

Sylus answered your call by adding in a third finger. His pace shifted into something harder and faster. He angled his hand to ensure you felt the pressure from every possible angle, driving you closer to the edge. The intensity was entirely too much to bear, your thighs tightened, your body drowning in pleasure. With a deliberate, upward curl of his fingers against your most sensitive spot, he pushed you over the precipice.

"Sy- Sylus.. Im.. I'm coming!" Ripples of intense pleasure convulsed through your entire body, leaving you breathless and completely shattered.

As you are coming down from your high, your body quickly becomes limp. Your weight is supported only by Sylus holding you with his arms. Your eyelashes fluttered shut, your chest heaving as you tried to gather enough strength to even breathe. Looking past his shoulder, you noticed the windows had fogged over completely, thick condensation sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world.

"Look at that." You whispered, breathless shaky laugh escaping your lips as you traced a finger against the window. "It's completely fogged up. Anyone walking by is going to know exactly what's happening here…"

The sudden click of a belt buckle brought you snapping back to reality. Before you could fully process the sound, your body jolted with a sudden thrill as the firm, hot tip of his bare shaft brushed against your inner thigh. You shuddered, your eyes flying open as you took in the sheer, imposing size of him.

He pins both of your wrists above your head against the leather seat with one hand. His own chest heaving, his ruby eyes burning with fierce hunger. 

“Look at me." He commanded, "I didn't say I was done, did I?" He aligned his cock to your entrance.

"Wai-"

Whatever protest you intended to make was instantly drowned out, swallowed by a breathless cry of pleasure as he pushed his entire length into you in one deep thrust. The sudden fullness made your head spin.

"Fuck you feel so good," He whispered hoarsely into your ear. His breath was searing hot. Releasing your wrists, he brought both of his hands down to grip your waist with bruising intensity, as he began to drive into you.

You cry out in a breathy exhalation of pleasure. Each of his thrust grew faster and deeper. Your hands automatically find his shoulders to hold on for your dear life. The heavy rhythmic impact of his body against yours made you completely dizzy, his tip reaching the depths you didn't know existed.

"Say my name," he commanded, his pace turning relentless as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving possessive marks. "Tell me who owns you."

You whimper softly, entirely disoriented by the intensity of his movements. The world narrowing down to just his touch and the sound of his voice.

"Yours!" you managed to cry out, your fingers clawing at his back. "I belong to you, Sylus. You only."

The confession seemed to drive him over the edge. With a sudden shift in weight, he pulled your legs all the way up to his shoulders, altering the angle to drive even deeper. He pulled out almost entirely, leaving you empty inside, before shoving his full length back into your quivering entrance. He established a steady pace that leaves you breathless.

"You are too good for me …. taking my dick perfectly."

Your nails digging into his shoulders as you are holding for your dear life. You are completely overwhelmed by his pace, making you breathless.

"Sylus! Wait… please," You panted, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and sensory overload.

He didn't slow down. Instead, his grip on your legs tightened, his hands anchoring you down. Each movement was getting faster and rougher, completely consuming you.

"Just a bit more," Sylus groaned, the sound raw and husky against your skin. "You are taking me so good kitten. Don't ruin it now."

Your pussy pulsed violently around him. Your slick, dripping mess all over his groin, and dirtying the seats. He must sense how close you were to the edge again. His hand migrated downward, finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in precise tight circles. The dual stimulation was entirely too much. You clamped around him, your internal muscles spasming in a desperate attempt to hold onto him as the pleasure shattered your remaining control. A blinding wave of ecstasy crashed through your entire body as you came. Your screams escaping your throat as a broken cry.

Even as your body shook with the climax, he didn't stop. He continued to relentlessly drive through your orgasm, riding the wave of your contractions.

"S-sylus.. I can't take much more.." You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your vision is already hazy.

"Sorry, just a little more sweetheart." Sylus grunted.

You could feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, swelling even larger as his own control began to snap. His thrusts became frantic, faster and faster until the dim light of the car began to blur, and you started seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"Sylus, please," You cried out, you voiced a desperate broken sob. "Please.. please come inside me." You could barely get the words out between the heavy thrusts.

A possessive gleam flared in his eyes as he looked down at you, "As you wish kitten,"

With one final thrust, he buried himself to the deepest point inside you. You gasped, your eyes flying open as you felt the throbbing heat of his release begin to fill your inner walls. He pulsed inside you over and over. His chest heaving violently against yours as he pulled you in close, absorbing the trembling friction of your combined pleasures.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of your tangled breathing. Shivering slightly as the intense rush of adrenaline finally began to fade, a sudden chill washed over your exposed skin. Sylus shifted, carefully, withdrawing from you with a low, satisfied sigh.

He didn't leave you floating in the afterglow for long. Moving with a surprising tenderness that contrasted with his previous roughness, he reached into the console. You watched through your half opened eyes, as Sylus pulled out a wet wipe, shifting his weight to sit between your legs. He gently cupped the back of your knee, lifting your leg slightly as he began to meticulously clean the wet mess you both made.

As the cool, damp touch of the wet wipe met your sensitive skin, a sudden violent chill went through your body. You involuntarily gasped, your thighs twitching as you tried to instinctively pull away from the cold sensation.

"Ah! Sylus, stop! It’s cold," you complained, a small pout forming on your lips as you attempted to scramble backward against the leather seat.

A low, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest as his hand shot out, his fingers locking effortlessly around your ankle. With a gentle tug, he pulled you right back to where you were, pinning your leg in place with his thumb pressing lightly against your inner knee.

"Stay still," he said, his voice a velvet rasp that hummed with amusement. He didn't look up, his attention entirely focused on his task as he cleaned you up. "You weren't complaining about the heat a minute ago. Consider this a setback."

"Easy for you to say," you huffed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest, though you couldn't stop the flush of warmth from spreading across your cheeks.

"You didn't just ruin a perfectly good dress. Look at this." You grabbed the dress back over, and gestured at the torn fabric around the zipper. "You completely ripped the seams. You owe me a new one."

Sylus finally paused, tossing the used wipe aside into the console. He looked up through the messy, silver strands of his hair, his red eyes shimmering with a wicked, teasing light. A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as his gaze swept over the ruined outfit.

"Is that all? Just one?" he asked, his eyebrows quirked up as if he's offended that he can only afford one. He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his forearms on either side of your hips, his presence instantly enveloping you once more. "I'll buy you ten new ones sweetheart. Just make sure the next ones are easy to take off. I'd hate for a stubborn zipper to slow me down next time."

"You are impossible," you laughed, the last of your breathy exhaustion melting into a genuine smile. You reached out, your fingers lightly swatting at his broad chest, but he caught your hand mid air, bringing it to his lips to press a soft, lingering kiss against your knuckles.

"I love you." you say,

"I love you too, kitten." Sylus' eyes meet you, kissing you gently.

Sylus shifted his weight, sitting fully on the leather bench and pulling your pliant body right onto his lap. You let out a soft hum of approval, winding your arms around his neck as he draped his expensive suit jacket over your bare shoulders. The fabric was filled with his natural body heat and the intoxicating scent of his cologne, instantly sealing out the chill of the night.

For a long few minutes, neither of you spoke. The frantic urgency of the last half hour dissolved into a quiet, peaceful warmth. You rested your head against the crook of his neck, listening to the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his shirt.

Through the heavy coat, you looked out at the windows. The thick condensation was still there, completely blurring the harsh glare of the passing streetlights into soft, amber smudges of light. It felt as though the rest of the world had completely vanished, leaving just the two of you locked inside your own private sanctuary.

"We should probably head back before someone calls a tow truck for a suspiciously fogged up car," you whispered against his skin, a playful smile playing on your lips.

Sylus’s arms tightened around your waist, his chin resting gently on top of your head as he let out a low, content sigh.

"Let them call. I'd like to see them try to move my car while I'm inside it." He paused, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your lower back through the jacket. "But you're right. Let's get you home before you freeze."

With a reluctant groan, he gave you one final soft kiss on the lips, helping you scramble back over the console into the passenger seat. As he slid behind the steering wheel and started the engine, the heater immediately kicked on, filling the car with warmth. He shifted the car into drive, but before accelerating, he reached over to you.He grabbed your hands, lacing his fingers with yours, keeping you close to him the entire way home.

——

“Do you think anyone saw us?” you question nervously. 

“If they did I’ll kill them” He looks over you smugly. 

“You can’t just go killing random civilians!”

“Then let's hope no one saw us,”