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At your bedside drawer. They rummage and whisper like school girls that are 6 foot tall and jacked. When the door opens, they peek over their shoulders as if it's their privacy you're invading.

"There you are sweetie" Sylus greets, his frown melts into a warm smile as you freeze like a lost deer in headlights.

His eyes gentle but they shamelessly drag down your body, "We were wondering where you went."

"How do you know where I live..?" You ask, voice trailing off into nothing. The absurdity of fate stuns you to silence.

And Caleb's got something in his hand. Small. Red. Bullet shaped. For fuck's sake.

He looks at you all wide eyed and innocent while playing with it.

"Lucky guess?" He offers with a sheepish smile, and you start to bristle, " Juust kidding pipsqueak, we saw you swipe into the building earlier today. We were in the area and this group of girls let us in soo we walked around until we found your name on the door."

He explains it as if it's normal to sneak in. Break in and go through people’s belongings.

"I like how you decorate by the way." He adds, motioning to your posters, “you’ve got taste.”

"Your choice of favorite character is interesting though" Sylus tacks on with a crooked smile, "Him of all people."

To which Caleb turns to him like they've been down this road already.

"You don’t watch the show what would you know?” He muses shaking his head, "You're asleep by the end of an episode-"

"And who told you that?"

"Your snoring-"

Naturally they fall into a debate about it. The air is light and jovial but wrongfully so and it annoys you. How they can casually take up space when they shouldn't.

So you hang your shower bag aside on its designated hook, and without much thought to it you walk straight towards them.

They turn to you when you approach, both of their faces radiant.

"What's with that look?" Sylus asks and you promptly shove him aside, "Oh? kitten's not happy to see us?"

You're not sure where the sudden burst of confidence comes from. Maybe from the frustration blossoming in your chest.

Or the onset of panic from them suddenly appearing in front of you.

You don't even care you're practically naked.

Well you do, but it slips your mind for a moment.

They laugh together as you lunge for your vibrator. In which Caleb moves your target, pausing to give you a chance to make a grab before he raises it to impossible heights.

"Assholes" Your entire face burns hot as you punch Caleb swiftly in the stomach.

"Ouch." He playfully winces, completely unaffected by your act of violence. He looks down at you with a tiny shit-eating grin.

"Whats the matter pipsqueak?" He coos, " Can't play your toys, but we can play with your pussy right?"

You flinch, "Get. Out."

At that Sylus slots behind you. You can smell him before the heat comes.

That signature scent brushes up like a wall against your back, your ass smoothing along his jeans.

"But we just got here" He says, as if trying to be harmless, "And it's been awhile."

Your body moves away. But his hands, achingly familiar, take your hips and draw you in.

It's been three days since the incident. It's been the running theme of your dreams lately, always lingering in the back of your mind.

Electromagnetism. Utter humiliation. A dripping seat and very sore pussy.

It's both a blessing and a curse you were able to disappear the way you did that day. When class was over and once people started to move, you moved faster.

Quicker than sylus or caleb could react, you gathered your things and left before anyone noticed how strange you were walking. And the obvious erections lining their pants.

"Basically disappeared on us after class." Caleb says disappointedly, approaching with a step.

That's when you realize you're trapped between them. When his chest is all you can see, and you're only inhaling the scent of warm spiced cologne with a hint of outside air.

The tip of your vibrator sits at the dip of your sternum.

Caleb presses it against the throb of your heartbeat.

"You were so cute running away from us scaredy cat" He teases, his bottom lip briefly stuck under his teeth, "Didn't even care to clean up your seat, good thing we did it for you."

With the way they both snicker, you don’t want to think about what he means by that.

You suck in a breath when Sylus's embrace tightens. His arms bunch up your towel like jaws closing in. The hem lifts behind your thighs, cold air sweeping along your drenched slit. That's how you know you're ruined.

So intense you almost whimper again.

"Such a tease.. " The bass in Sylus's voice slithers into your ear at the side of your head, "Ditching us like that."

"I had to change.." You say softly, a weak excuse.

" We would've helped you." Caleb reasons, "We were responsible for the mess you made after all." he adds before chuckling, like it's ridiculous, "But no. You ghost us after we made you cum so many times..such a playboy."

You can feel his breath fan his amusement over your nose. Every word stamped to your lips.

"What should we do with you now pipsqueak?" He ponders, like the possibilities are limitless, "Any ideas?"

At the same time you feel your towel slip, and you reach up quickly to adjust yourself. Caleb scoffs at it, and your vibrator is replaced with his fingers.

Devastatingly familiar, he traces the length of your neck softly. Down to the swell of your tits along the edge of the fabric.

"What's wrong?” He whispers deceptively innocent, “You scared we'll take this off you?"

Sounds like a question, but your body takes it like a warning. A dare.

You shudder, just slightly.

Sylus hums, "Or maybe.." He tries, "You want something along those lines?"

"Why would I want that?" you ask defiant before swallowing as Sylus's embrace loosens when he straightens up.

His hands feel up your sides, committing the fuzzy outline of your body to memory.

"We all enjoyed ourselves the last time we were together." He answers smoothly, "And you had your toy charging, all ready to go for when you touch yourself thinking about it tonight."

You can't help but squirm honesty and denial flooding your brain, "N-no way-"

"Oh yeah? Room all to yourself I'm sure the thought crossed your mind" Caleb leaves in your other ear, "But this won't make you squirt over and over again—unlike us."

They chuckle as you try push away the flashbacks, but you’re failing miserably.

Caleb returns into your field of vision so you can see the satisfied smile on his lips.

He knows. Of course he does. He knows they've got you. That they'll always have you.

Your face is tilted up and you have no choice but to accept his kiss.

It's insistent and messy. Inexperienced but desperate like he knows what he's looking for.

Sweet like apples and burns with a hint of vodka.

Skinny lines of drool ooze past your mouth. He backs away to lick it up and bring back against your tongue.

You feel Sylus inhale into your neck as you exhale shakily,

"We missed you so much kitten" He sighs pleased, "Couldn't get your scent off my mind today…"

His tongue, wet and hot takes a stripe of your skin shy under your ear.

You shiver as his lips close in against your humming pulse. A noisy kiss that ends with a bite.

His mouth travels like his hands that reach to feel your tits through your towel.

You try to speak, try not to melt into his chest, "Mmph-"

But Caleb forces your mouth to do nothing but take him.

Experience him.

"Open up." He murmurs. He demands it so you do exactly that, wearily.

He stares at your murky gaze through half shut eyes. A sound at the back of his throat tremors along your lips,

"Fuck.." He heaves, "Guess you taste good everywhere huh? Knew you would."

Your hands alternate on who to try and push away first.

Useless.

Useless.

They're closing in quick and you're struggling to breathe. Their mouths attaching anywhere, leeches sucking for food.

Bodies like a rock and a hard place, looking for relief.

"Don’t fight. You know you want it kitten" Sylus speaks on your neck as if echoing your inner thoughts. Inner desires.

He leads you along the bulge under your ass, thick and deprived, "Made a mess with just our fingers last time, imagine what you’ll do with this.”

Your writhe at his words and his cock nudging your ass but you say nothing. Sylus chuckles fondly at your hesitation. As if he already knew your answer before he asked and Caleb sighs the same. Annoyed and heavily aroused.

He parts from your lips, with a small frown, "You wanna keep being a little tease? Fine."

If your towel is a dress, he pulls up the skirt. They drag it up your thighs like it's your wedding night. Two husbands that have been waiting all night for this exact moment.

"W-what the fuck?" You whine

"Keep your towel on stubborn girl.." Caleb assures you, kissing your protests. "But we're gonna see how dripping wet you are from this."

The towel rises past your drenched cunt and their hands delve between your naked thighs. They find the inner side damp from water and sweat. Sticky with arousal.

Their amused hum is low and lecherous, it seals your fate as they rub your slit tenderly.

"Hmm? What's all this kitten?" Sylus questions, you feel his delighted smile in the crook of your neck, "You had me fooled for a second. You're so slick here we could just.."

Then two fingers and a familiar stretch slide in you so easy you gasp, thighs spreading,

"Fuck w-wait-"

You're trembling as they ease through, throbbing against them without hesitation. A certain need settling in your stomach as their fingers flex like they're home at last.

"Accept it pips, you want us so bad." Caleb says as your chest presses into him, "Your mouth might lie to us, but your little pussy never will."

"True." Sylus whispers, just before using a hand to turn your head to the side, "But you're cuter when you're both honest."

His kiss is full with his satisfied groans, predatory like he's licking meat off bones. His tongue tastes like whiskey from a dark bar.

You feel it go straight to your head. Hazy like a heatwave.

"Tell us what you want." He bites your bottom lip softly, " If you really want us to leave then we will. Tell us to stay and we'll be here alll night."

Because that's what they do. Push all your buttons, get you riled up.

Constantly testing you for the love of it. You know their game well.

So when you don't speak up, they rescind their touch. Hold it for ransom.

Their fingers pull out leaving you empty, but you can still feel them. Phantom hands pawing your thighs, large fingers massaging your walls.

"What's it gonna be pips?" Caleb asks, you watch him bring his middle finger to his mouth, licking you off like sweet syrup, "You decide how our friday night ends."

They already know your answer. It's warm on their fingers but it's not enough.

"Fine." you confess in the semi quietness of your room, "you can stay."

Soft but staggering, “Please"

It's close to instant the way you're lifted and set on top of your bed.

Mouths vying for your lips. One after the other, chasing your tongue before they mesh into one, and you’re running your fingers through brown and dark silver hair.

At the edge, you're feather light between them. Maneuvered by gentle hands that could snap you in an instant.

They ease you on your back, knees bent, thighs spread to reveal yourself.

Between your legs, their gaze above you is the best worst.

Hands riddled with greed, they undo the tuck that holds your towel together.

They smooth it it out, help the fabric fall to the sides. Open you up like Christmas morning.

In awe as if they wouldn't want to miss a second of it.

"So pretty.."

Hands and mouths grip and kiss. Impatient almost. Hoping to experience every curve that shapes your body.

Leaving behind their heat on your skin like fingerprints.

"You have no idea how long we've waited for this.." Caleb groans like you're a relief to a lingering pain, an answer to his prayers.

All the warmth from their undivided attention goes straight to your cunt, completely drenched as you ache inside. Body moving with their touch, looking for release.

Sylus lowers to his knees, he spreads your pussy wider with a wet sound that follows.

"Good to know the wait was worth it." His last words fan over your folds and you squirm. Too sensitive. Too needy.

Caleb's eyes flicker from the mess you leave on the bed to your face.

"You look like you want something," He says, getting next to you with hazy purple eyes baring into yours, "But I think you need to speak up and ask for it."

"I do too" Sylus adds and this time you feel every word on your pussy as he gets close.

"Please.." You try feebly, grinding your hips towards his face.

Caleb kisses your weak plea and it butterflies up your jaw tipping your head to the side.

"You can do better than that" He murmurs knowingly, "Try again."

You softly hiss when there's teeth nipping your thigh, "I remember you calling me a certain name during class." Sylus says playfully, "Care to remind me what it was kitten?"

Your face burns from Caleb laughing at you against your tits.

"I thought you didn't like that.." You trail off feigning confusion

"Who said that?" Caleb goes, giving you a sly grin as he mouths, "He loves it."

You clench inside and you’re positive sylus sees the way your hole winks at him.

So despite the bashfulness sitting heavy on your face, you give him what he wants.

It comes out like your back curling off the bed, like a cat when he spreads a thumb over your slit.

"Please daddy.."

"Oh that won't cut it this time sweetie." Sylus muses darkly as he licks over the shallow bite mark on your leg. finger circling your clit, "To avoid another misunderstanding, I want you to really beg for it."

His finger moves as thoughtful as his voice, "So how about you say..daddy, please eat my pussy."

"Damn" Caleb exhales, his breath shivering around your nipple. He drags his tongue over the bud, engulfs the peak with his mouth, sucks a timid cry from your lips, "No running away this time pips."

"Or ever again" Sylus adds. "So look at me and say it."

There's an increase in tempo around your clit and he kisses around where you need him the most. On the swell of your lips, at the very edge of where you're desperate to feel something.

"Beg for me.."

You find gleaming red eyes between your legs and they blaze with what you can only call desire in its rawest form.

"Please eat my pussy daddy." You can't help but whine frustrated

They both groan in response and it fills the room as your moans dribble out.

Sylus's mouth opens up to savor you slow and deep. Your body stricken with instant gratification, trying to retreat. You’re far too sensitive but he doesn't care.

His fingers sink into your thighs and keep you pried open. Rooted to your spot you're helpless again, at the mercy of his tongue this time, flattening over your folds. Squirming with the way he spreads the wetness leaking out of your hole to suck and swallow it down his throat.

The air from his nose blows hot air against you, fans out as if he's getting unruly.

The vibrations from his mouth make you cling to Caleb whose teeth teases your hardened nipple. His other hand kneads your other tit like pliant dough.

He raises his head to get close to your lips that tremble trying to bite back your moans,

"You feeling good baby?" Caleb asks lowly and you nod, the gold in his eyes bright, "Yeah? Say it."

"F-feels so good" You trickle out and he grins

"You don't deserve it after treating us like the plague", He presses a careful kiss to your lips that you can't stop yourself from chasing, "But you're so damn cute we can't help ourselves. You'll make it up to us anyways right?"

"Mhm.."

Another kiss. "Good girl" Caleb whispers, the red in his ears is telling before he climbs into your bed.

He pulls off his sweater and shirt, revealing silver around his neck, deep etches of trained muscle. Brown hairs leading into his sweatpants.

He slips them off like he doesn't want them anymore, fat cock bounces out when the waistline dips, "So you won't mind helping me out?"

You don't answer all at once and Sylus raises his head, "You owe us." He reminds you, licking the words from his lips like your essence, "Time to start paying your debt sweetie. Turn over. Ass up."

You begrudgingly turn over. Caleb putting his leaking cock in your face. He strokes the head in front of you while a hand finds the back of your neck, petting you endearingly.

"Get it wet" He encourages your lips to drop long trails of drool that falls on the head and glides down his shaft. "Y..yeah good girl"

You grab the base and his hand immediately retreats, letting go to give you a chance to stroke him. He exhales a puff of air and you feel the way his cock jump under your fingers.

"Soft little hand feels amazing" He sighs in his bliss, "Don't be shy, give it a tug."

The mix of your spit and the little beads of precum tearing up from the tip makes your hand slippery. He's so swollen, your hand barely makes sense of it. So warm and stiff in your pumping grasp.

There's a gentle tremble through the bed from the shiver racking down his spine. His hand returns, covering yours like a trap.

"Like this" He says. He spits on it, adds to the mess and increases your tempo, twisting from base to the tip, "want you like this-"

Sounds ease from his lips and you can't tell him to be quiet.

Can't bring yourself to even though the walls are thin, unsuspecting conversations creeping in from next door.

His flimsy moans are so filthy they go straight to your pussy, and Sylus is there to satisfy the hunger it brings.

Your lip stuck against your teeth as his hands grip your ass and spread you open.

The heat from his mouth returns with a thumb on your ass, his nose also teasing the tight rim while his tongue laps at your folds.

Devouring rather than tasting, like it's instinct. He pushes you into Caleb, deepening the arch in your back. You whimper loud not meaning to.

"Still worried about the noise aren't ya?" Caleb asks and you admit it with a slow nod, "Put this in your mouth-it'll keep you quiet."

You could've put up a fight, put up some reluctance.

Maybe caleb was expecting you to, but you don't.

Your lips widen and you welcome the thick head of his swollen cock, wrapping your mouth around him.

The taste of salt and caleb travels to the back of your tongue and stays there.

"Holyshit" He heaves, you see his eyes widen before they disappear as his head tilts back, brown hair falling away from his forehead, "Holy fucking shit-yeah swallow it-"

You feel Sylus laugh as caleb shakes under you, like a leaf, making your bed give out a noise.

Your throat doesn't protest as the girth of him sinks in. He's thick but you're too distracted by sylus sliding his tongue in your hole to care.

The rest of his cock you can't fit, the two of you stroke together. Sloppy and quick. It's sopping from the drool that drips from your mouth.

"Look at you pipsqueak-" Caleb shakes his head in pleasant disbelief, waist lifting off the bed that creaks creaks with every drop, "You're really something else-eating my dick like-fuck- who taught you how to use your mouth like this huh?"

"Your talents come out in the strangest of ways don't they kitten?" Sylus says, easing in two fingers like a prize.

You and Caleb both seize up as you moan tenderly around his cock.

Caleb chuckles breathlessly, "That's just a nice way of callin' you a slut."

"What of it?" Sylus questions, his fingers angling, sliding against your sweet spot, "I'm not lying."

He adds another finger and you feel him crowd inside, tongue flattening against your clit. "There's nothing innocent here."

It's then you realize you're fucking yourself back on his fingers, and they're both witnessing it intently.

The way you chase after it, pushing and pulling your hips to feed the soft sensitive spot in your pussy.

Sylus's heavy hand raises off your ass, and you gasp when it comes down quick on the fat that ripples on impact.

It's soft enough to feel praiseworthy rather than punishing. You melt, the pain rendering down and fizzling into pleasure with every flick of his tongue.

Caleb chuckles airily, "Well you know what they say about the quiet ones.."

He holds the back of your head , fucking your mouth, guiding his shaft to ride your tongue towards the slick mess at the back of your throat.

"Closeted s-sluts that just wanna a-ah- get played with." He groans, chestnut pubes tickling your nose as you swallow him, "We know exactly what you are pipsqueak- Just as bad as we are."

And you're so close too, head spinning as you can feel the come up approaching.

Body twitching, pussy working towards release.

Your brain ruined with the thought of it. And it only gets worse the harder they both stuff your holes.

You sob Caleb's name around his cock and it's dragged almost lovingly over his shaft. You brace your impact when he starts rutting past your lips.

Insatiable and desperate, without a care for the way you gag, on the verge of crumbling.

"Yesyes " He babbles , "Like that- yeah-god- I could live in your fucking throat-"

Caleb's got a dent in his jaw trying to keep his mouth tight, but the noises still press through.

You're squealing from Sylus playing around with your clit, fingers working your hole.

You only hope everyone is off to a frat tonight as Caleb gasps loud, wobbly like he's about to cry.

"Gonna cum-shit- 'm fuckin' cumming baby-shit"

Warmth explodes as you break with him, snaps in your belly with a crushing wave and your thighs collapse wider as you're capsized in it.

Euphoria blossoms wet, thick and strange on your tongue as you feel relief trickle out from below when sylus slides his fingers out.

"Did you squirt again pips?" Caleb pants, his hands on his face, wiping a grin, "Course you did—gonna start callin' you pipsquirt now."

He pats your head sweetly as you glare at him, his cock still hard in your mouth as you pull off.

"Tastes how I remember" Sylus says, reminiscently. He turns you over so you can see how the lower half of his face glistens. His eyes are no different. So bright they’d glow in the dark.

"Want some?” He offers with a slow growing smile, “Let’s trade.”

He calls it. An exchange when he takes your lips. The fingers he fucked you with getting in between when it’s not his tongue playing with the cum in your mouth.

“This is so..” You say, changing your mind mid sentence. Sylus raises a brow.

“Gross?” he guesses, reading the way you avoid his gaze,

Caleb sighs almost longingly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

“What does that even mean..?” you ask, trying not to feel the way your heart flutters like feathered wings

“You really want to know?” Sylus offers,

Caleb slides off your bed like he knows what’s next. Sylus starts to strip, gradually revealing every inch of the tall sturdy muscle you’ve felt against your body so many times,

“Better to show you than to stand here and explain it."

An outfit well over a thousand dollars is strewn over your roommate’s bed, but you’re laser focused between sylus’s thighs to care.

The sheer size of him makes you squirm with both arousal and fear.

There’s some frustration too because everything about their behavior makes complete sense now.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sylus inquires getting on your bed, his back on the wall where there would’ve been a headboard.

You can’t stop looking at it. The way his cock is heavy in his hand, a perfect match.

He splays his limbs over your tiny bed patient and hungry.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of it” Sylus teases like his hand slowly gliding up length “Come here kitten, I won’t bite this time.”

“What about a condom..?” You ask slowly

In the corner of your eye you see caleb look sideways, scratching his neck.

“We’ll pull out” Sylus assures you though you’re not entirely convinced,

He has you laying on him. Your back on his chest, his head at your shoulder. On display for caleb who’s at the center between your knees, staring at where sylus lays his meaty cock over your lower abdomen.

The heaviness of his cock is a warmth kissed on your pussy all the way to your belly button. You can almost feel it seeping through your skin.

“Too much?” Sylus questions innocent while his hands wickedly feel up your body.

“I-" you start to say, unsure of a real answer, “I don’t know.”

“Only one way to find out.” Caleb says, a hand tugging at his glistening cock

“Rub against me.” sylus instructs you softly, “Feel me first kitten.”

Your hips animated, they rise and fall to smear your folds against his cock.

Starts off hesitant, steadily growing hungrier.

You and sylus lazily sigh over the sound of your cunt slick with drool and cum leaving a mess on him.

A massive arm snakes under your tits and stays there hugging you close against his chest.

“You like that?” Sylus muses in your ear like he can’t wait to sell it to you, “I can feel your little hole twitching on me.”

You nod, your head knocking back after as you raise your hips higher. Mushroom tip lining up to press in, but his arm pulls you away from it.

“Not so fast kitten” He says with a tut, “But I like that you’re eager for me.”

You can’t help but whine pushing against his grip that insists you wait, “Please..” you turn your head to lay your sweet words in his ear.

"Please what?"

He asks just as delicate and dumb, looking into you with playful eyes.

“Fuck me..” you say as if you nuzzle it against his cheek, “please fuck me daddy”

First time you hear him growl and it melts into a dark laugh, one that you feel just like the way his cock throbs on you.

“You really know what you’re doing calling me that.” He says somewhat impressed

“She knows how to get what she wants—I respect it.” Caleb shakes his head the same, “Since you want it so bad pips, l’ll help you out.”

Caleb presses in the tip of sylus’s cock, does it for you slowly so that you can experience the way it slips in.

The way Sylus breeches past your tiny ring of resistance which alone hitches your breath.

A different kind of stretch.

A fullness that spreads inside, traveling quickly and far into foreign places, and still pushes for more inch by inch.

"too big-"you choke, "sylus-"

Sylus hisses with the way you clamp down on him, “breathe kitten you can handle it-there you go."

You lower down until he's all about vanished inside, wrapped snug in your walls where it feels as if he's poking up into your womb.

"Raise your legs" He whispers in your ear, guiding your knees to your chest before you can protest.

His hauls you higher, thighs apart, feet useless in the air, "open you up since you like to hide so much." He says like a deep purr.

You’re folded in half, hid arms iron clad strong, elbows locked behind your knees.

"Wanna let you in on a lil secret pips" Caleb spills, entranced by you stretched out on Sylus, "We have a toy at home too-a little pocket pussy I bought that l'm happy to know isn't completely inaccurate."

"That's s-so weird" You stutter, the revelation makes your lips scrunch and your pussy undeniably does the same thing. You tighten up with arousal as your face gets even warmer. Sylus laughs.

"It's the truth kitten" He assures you, "The past few nights-I've been using it like this."

And his hips sink and thrust upwards.

Quick and insisting that you take the last few inches you're missing out on so he can really feel what's left of you.

It knocks him far each time - too deep- past any point you ever touched. Digging in sensitive spots that zap your brain once he nudges it, dragging the weight of his cock.

"Just like this-every night- thinking about you" He breathes on your neck, biting hard enough to get you to cry out his name,"But that piece of plastic is nothing compared to the real thing."

You can feel his grin curl then a quiet groan, ""s not as tight right here -"

He fucks into you like he's making a home along your walls that clings to the shape of him.

"M..more"you exhale, completely out of it but you hear the two of them swoon.

"I like how greedy you are,” Sylus hums, his thrusts gradually so powerful his grip is the only reason you don't topple over, "How about that-hm?-is that better for you sweetie-?" he asks sickly sweet with every sharp thrust, "Is this what you need?"

your head bobbles. You're so trapped all you can do is hold on meekly and take the onslaught of his hips ruining your creaky bed.

Your vision of the ceiling tiles is fuzzy with raw pleasure, with tears creeping in because it's utterly insane how full you feel right now.

A sudden touch to your clit makes you suddenly choke, eyes blowing open and almost rolling.

Sylus bucks into the squeeze of your cunt when it's Caleb tracing your pearl softly. Not with a finger but close.

"Forgot all about this didn't you?" He goes, "See what happens when you let us help you pipsquirt? Don't need to rely on dumb little toys."

He says that as he rubs the length of your vibrator against you. Scoffs at the way it makes you flinch.

And yet he still flicks it on without a warning.

You scream with utter bliss- killing it halfway out of your mouth but the damage is already done.

"Wait wait-!" you plead, far past the limit you can take, "’m too loud -!"

"Actually I don’t think you're loud enough." Caleb chuckles like its matter of fact, "But your pussy is though-think it's getting even louder-what do you say Sylus?"

"Let me see.." Sylus says thoughtful to slowly to stroke himself tender and deep inside you, emphasizing the sound of your cum and his pre moving with him over the drone of your toy, "I agree-feels like she’s melting around me-I'm completely soaked."

The lowest buzz rolls slowly against your clit and you try to simmer the sounds falling out of your mouth, but it's almost impossible.

"Pleease-Caleb!" you whine, "n-no more!"

"Please caleb" He mocks you with a messy girl tone dripping in sweet poison, "Keep saying my name like that 'n I'll stuff your throat again."

All his words do is add fuel to the growing fire setting off in your belly.

Every thought in your brain is scrambled with colors, poor pussy nothing but a mess trying not to completely fall apart.

"Clenching so tight.." Sylus spits out, a gasp as he surges to bury inside you, "gonna cum already sweetie?"

"Yes-Y-Yes- Yess!" you chant with every thrust

"Oh.." He coos as if he's gently disappointed "So soon? Daddy's not even close yet."

Caleb and him laugh at that.

You don't even want to cum just yet but the vibrating pulse is pressed perfect on your sensitive bud. It's dragging you by your hair toward up the peak.

"That's alright, she's not tapping out any time soon" Caleb says, "Takes a lot to make her happy."

You shake your head quickly, the knot pulls as tight as it can go before snapping.

Body going rigid, mouth gaping as you cum.

You hear them ease you through it as you try writhing away the overstimulation of sylus fucking you through your climax,

"Stop that.." He warns lightly but it's more than enough to make you pause, "Stay still kitten-let me feel how you cum on my cock."

you go pliant in his arms again, shaking as your vibrator milks every drop of your orgasm. The friction of him much more slippery.

"Can't wait to fuck this leaky little cunt" Caleb breathes as if he waits for the gates of heaven to open up to him, "look how your messing up your vibrator and his cock..."

"I bet it’s quite the sight" sylus says and you miss the exchange of eyes, the way red finds purple.

The way caleb leans away for his phone. How he captures your eyes fluttering back in a few flicks. Your brain mush as it tries to comprehend the the desperation to break on sylus's cock again.

Sylus hold you so close as if you'll truly become one if he keeps you this stuck on his front.

"Too bad I can't fill you up kitten" He breathes ragged, "Your body is begging for it."

"T-then do it" you find yourself saying, find yourself squeezing and letting go for it as the slam of his skin on yours gets rougher.

Rational completely out of the window with his cock kissing your delicate spots over and over. It immediately makes sylus's body shake underneath you.

"But you were so worried about protection before" Caleb chuckles, "Oh well, you heard the girl Daddy-she wants her slutty pussy filled."

sylus huffs out a fleeting laugh, "do I indulge you kitten? Even though you're wasted on my cock?"

You nod like your head is coming loose, leaning all the way back into sylus as caleb shifts your vibrator just slightly, your belly collapsing as you feel yourself start to ascend yet again.

"'m so close -!" you falter out,

"me too-" sylus grits his teeth, "you first kitten-do it for me."

"Bet you're gonna squirt again" caleb groans like he's there with you on the edge, "squirt on it pips- yeah that it-"

"Fuck-" sylus curses deep in your ear with your name entangled as you feel a warm flood burst inside from him and you both.

A sudden rush that becomes slow and generous.

You can almost taste it on your tongue as sylus pushes his cum back in subtly. He releases your limbs and slowly pulls out before you snap at him.

But when his tip slides out with a wet pop it brings an emptiness that seeps out of you like his seed.

It makes you squirm, still wanting a more. just a little more.

Caleb turns your vibrator off.

"Do you get why we're so crazy about you now?" he questions, flipping you over.

Caleb has your front squished on sylus and there's an exchange of your toy.

Now in Sylus’s possession, he doesn't leave it against your clit. It comes to his lips instead, red stained with gooey off white.

He stares up at you with half crescent eyes blown out with veneration as he takes slow licks. It makes you tingle, immediately pressing your thighs together.

You feel Caleb above you like a shadow on your back, "Daddy fucked you stupid but you still want more” he says, “trying to rub it away with your thighs as if I'm not right here."

Stern hands takes the meat of your thighs from the back and you try to fight it but he forcibly pries them open with so much ease you gasp.

"So you wanna be a brat for me now?" Caleb muses acidic, "Is it ‘cause I played with your stupid little clit?"

The sharpness of his voice makes you look over your shoulder defiantly. Nothing but a pout as you stare at his stormy gaze through your lashes, then at silver dog tag which sways like it’s dangerous from his neck.

You see his throat bob as he swallows staring into your eyes, dipping to your lips.

"Say you want Caleb's cock in your needy pussy,”Caleb goes lowly, “Tell him how badly you need it inside you.”

Like some incentive, he guides his cock along your squished wet pussy, spreading your lips to kiss your sloppy hole. "Be good and look at me when you speak please."

Your eyes immediately lock into his. You're breath hitches when he presses in slightly. You try to push back, but his hand on your lower back pins you down.

You say with a a bit of attitude, "I want Caleb's cock in my needy-ah!"

Caleb immediately shoves his cock through your hole before you finish, sliding into the mess of you and sylus.

You take him to the base, balls deep kissing your clit, ass flushed on his pelvis.

"Fucking finally" Caleb groans before he's reeling back and pushing, his fat cock stretching you out with the same desperation, "my bad pipsqueak- can't wait anymore"

"t-tooo deep" you mewl

"No it's not" Caleb's voices comes out like drool as he grinds the heavy weight of his cock into you, "s not deep enough-notdeep-"

"He's been pent up for days kitten .." sylus murmurs, like an entertained apology, hushed like caleb's got some kind of medical condition that's causing him to fuck you like this.

You turn to sylus and he taps your vibrator against your lips. It's licked clean, wet from the traces of his tongue. Goes out of focus when he leans in, holding your cheeks with a kiss that's slow with a tongue that tastes like a twang,

"He made a twitter account the other day-" He whispers, pulling back

"Stop talking-"

You hear caleb's words cut in but it's futile.

Sylus keeps going, his thumb latched with a thick silver ring finds its way through your agreeable lips , "it already has so many bookmarks-"

"Shut the fuck up sylus-" Caleb growls

"So many girls getting pounded by a bigger man. And they all look like you, especially now. Down to the glossy eyes" Sylus finishes, smiling wickedly at you dumbfounded, and Caleb glaring behind your head,

"Y-yeah so what..?" Caleb replies lowly, " We airin' our dirty laundry now?"

Frustrated snaps of his hips make you crumble, pushes any remnants of sense out of your head.

Your face falls into sylus's chest and you feel his chin on your head and a hand pet your hair.

"By the way pipsqueak-he writes smut about you so don't think he's innocent," He accuses through tight teeth, "How did your poem go again.? When can I hope to bury the full weight of my soul-deep in your tight embrace?"

"And give you every drop of my love," Sylus finishes without an inch of shame, "Must've liked it a lot since you bothered to remember it."

"Yeah Shakespeare, I do", Caleb drawls as playful as the arm he snakes around your neck and pulls. Your head tilted back, throat at his mercy, " I wanna to bury every inch of my soul right here too-"

You can tell by the way he breeches you. His name barely crawls out of your mouth as he takes you like he wants to remember every inch of your puffy walls sucking him in.

The way he barely pulls out, punching your guts like a drum, humping your walls like a dog out of it.

"what do you think about that pipsqueak?" Caleb asks you, voice a pitch deeper, slurring "that sound good?"

You try to speak but you trip over your words. Moaning loud instead, caleb echoing as he undeniable feels you get even wetter, another layer on top of the mess you flutter around him trying to cling to the veiny shape of him.

"a-ah-mm-!" you babble and caleb sucks his teeth and the space between his thick hardened bicep and your tiny neck gets smaller as he curls his arm tighter. Toeing the line.

"Not what I asked silly girl" He murmurs against the side of your gaping mouth, "Should I stop and let you catch your breath?"

"Nuh-uh" You shake your head profusely or attempt to as pressure, sweet and thick builds up in your brain. You feel his smile.

"Don't..stop" you slur, the only two words your mouth can say, "Don'tstopdon'tstop-"

"That's better" he grips tighter. His arm hugging your neck, you're almost wheezing. The sight of sylus is blurry, meshing into the lights,

"For a soft looking guy you're pretty rough" Sylus observes like a low whisper, "But the view is enjoyable I'll admit."

"Completely fucked out" caleb bites, you feel their iron hot gaze on your euphoric face "so much better than porn."

"I agree" Sylus goes, "If you flunk out of school kitten we'd be happy to start your adult film career."

"Fuck-" caleb growls hips lagging for a moment, "Let them watch you get ruined by us, over and over again."

He pokes incessantly on your cervix like a reminder. Your body tries to run but if it's not caleb's chokehold it's sylus gripping your ass tight, spreading your cheek enough to pull on your pussy.

"c-caaleb-!"

"Yeahyeah i know" He says like a wave of a hand, "you're gonna cum again aren't you?"

"m cumming-l-leb -!"

"Oh fuck—"

You can feel his resolve start to crumble, drags deep in your stomach as you shatter around him. He shudders, load spilling deep to where you feel as if he’s left a piece of himself inside you. He pulls out but it's short lived as his hands grabs your sides, insisting you move.

"come on turn over turn over-not done with you yet" he says scattered, immediately burying himself inside you again like a mad man.

You don't remember falling asleep but when your eyes open you're in your bed. in different sheets as if someone made your bed, pajamas on your body as if someone took the time to clean you up.

To your side, light peeks through behind the window curtain instead of the night sky.

“Morning” the sound of Caleb's voice startles you,

Partially sitting up, you find Caleb perched on the edge of your desk. Sylus leaning back on the suicide chair. Phones in hand, they have a bag that wafts the scent of food.

Just the image of them alone brings you back to what appears to be last night's activities. Flashbacks hit you one after the other, like a forgotten dream.

"Why are you still here?" You say, not happy to hear your frayed voice

"I didn't know we were supposed to leave after you fell asleep" Sylus raising a brow with a subtle smirk, "That sounds pretty heartless considering the state you were in-"

"..Shut your face" You snap, only because he's partially right.

You didn’t know what to expect but you sure didn't think you'd be watching them make you a plate. Arranging food from different containers.

"After everything, you still think we hate you." Caleb says softly, hardly surprised. He approaches your bedside with meal that makes your stomach yowl as he sets it in front of you. Napkin on your lap, then the plate. He hands you utensils.

"I'm sore because of you.." You mutter, taking them, mouth on the verge of watering

"So am I from sleeping in your tiny bed" Sylus says, coming up from behind Caleb to offer you a cup of juice, a straw through the middle. You take a few sips before handing it back to him which he sets on your bedside table. Not before taking a sip himself.

"No regrets though right?" Caleb questions, less teasing. There's a familiar yet strange expression of his face, like doubt nagging him.

Avoiding his gaze you take a bite of food and shake your head. Despite the dull throb between your legs, there are no regrets even if you don't want to admit it.

Caleb pats your head, "Guess we're all on the same page."

"Does that mean you'll spend the night at ours this time?" Sylus pops the question leaning on your bed, against your legs, "It’s far less crowded."

Trying not to disturb Sylus as he sleeps, you get out of bed. The chill of the marble floor sent a shiver down your spine, and you wrapped your arms around yourself for warmth. It was only then that you noticed the red stain on his sheets.

Blushing profusely, you hurry to the bathroom. You didn't want Sylus to see the mess, didn't want him to know about your issue. It was silly, really, considering all the blood you'd seen as a hunter, but somehow this felt different. More intimate. More...personal.

You quickly shut the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it with a sigh of relief. The cool wood felt good against your skin as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. You didn't want him to think you were some kind of mess, or that this natural process was anything to be ashamed of. But old habits die hard, and the instinct to keep this private stayed with you.

So you let out a frustrated groan, swiping angrily at the tears that had begun to fall. You hated feeling this way, hated the helplessness and discomfort that came with this monthly curse. It was times like these that made you question why you were even born a woman at all. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over your head, and block out the world until this nightmare was over.

There was only one thing that could help right now. A shower. So you stepped into Sylus' spacious shower stall and turned the knob, the sound of rushing water filled the room as you adjusted the temperature and took your clothes off.

As the steam began to rise, you stepped under the warm spray, letting it wash over your body. You couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the familiarity and comfort of your own bathroom, your own space. This was Sylus' domain, his sanctuary, and while it was beautiful and luxurious, it somehow felt tainted by your current state. You wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by your own things, in a place where you could wallow in self pity without fear of judgment.

Because you couldn't shake the feeling of shame and disgust that had taken root inside you. No matter how much you scrubbed, no matter how hard you tried to wash away the blood, you knew that the stains on Sylus' sheets would still be there.

"Are you ok, kitten?"

You froze, heart pounding in your chest as his deep, smooth voice cut through the sound of the rushing water. For a moment, you considered pretending you didn't hear him, hoping he would go away and leave you to your misery in peace. But the concern in his tone was unmistakable, and you knew you couldn't ignore him entirely.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just... I needed a shower." You stumbled over the words, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. The shame and embarrassment burned hot on your cheeks.

"What’s wrong, sweetie? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine! Just go back to bed, Sy. Please.”

You gasped, instinctively trying to cover yourself with your hands as the shower door swung open. Sylus stood there. He was still in just his silk pajama pants, his chest on full display, droplets of water from your shower starting to cling to his skin.

"Kitten, you're pale as a ghost," his voice rumbled "And there's blood on the...oh"

He could see the embarrassment in your eyes, the way your body trembled under the shower's warmth. But he also saw the blood, the crimson streaks running down your thighs and pooling at your feet.

"This is none of your business Sy. Just go back to bed already"

"When you're bleeding, it's my business. When you're hurting, it's my business. When you're hiding in my shower hurting and bleeding it's my business"

"What the hell are you doing?! You can't just... I don't want you to see me like this!" you sputtered as Sylus stripped off his pajama pants, leaving him just as bare as you were. Your face flushed an even deeper shade of red at the sight of his naked body.

You slammed your hand against his chest, halting his advance into the shower.

"Y-you can't come in here, Sylus! It's... it's not clean. I'm not clean!" you stammered, your cheeks burning with humiliation. You gestured vaguely to the pink tinged water swirling around the drain.

Sylus chuckled lowly as he easily removed your hands from his chest, bringing one to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"I assure you, I've seen more than my fair share of blood in my lifetime. A little bit of it staining the shower floor doesn't bother me in the slightest."

He took a step closer, the spray of the shower misting over his bare skin, droplets glistening on his chest and abs.

"I'm not going anywhere, so you might as well stop fighting me on this. Let me take care of you, like I'm supposed to."

"But..."

"Don't get the wrong idea I'm not trying to be a creep but I really think look beautiful right now. The blood just makes you look more... alive. Fierce. Fucking gorgeous."

The blush on your cheeks spread down to your neck and across your chest. Sylus' bold words left you speechless, your mind reeling at the idea that he could find you beautiful like this. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

"I know you're not used to someone seeing you as I do. Someone who appreciates every part of you, even the parts society deems... unsightly."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your jawline, your cheek, before finding your ear.

“I’ll prove it, you trust me, right?”

"Yes"

When he captured your lips with his own you melted into the kiss, your body molding against his as if it was made to fit there. His hands roamed the curves he had grown so accustomed to.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he guided you backwards until your back hit the cool tile wall of the shower. You gasped softly into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, using it to his advantage to explore you further. His hands trailed lower, gripping your hips and urging you to relax into his touch.

A new cramp caused a pained groan to slip from your lips, muffled by his mouth. You could feel his body stiffen against yours, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

"I can help," he whispered against your lips, "I promise. I can make it hurt less."

"We don't have to do this Sy, it can get really messy"

Sylus chuckled against your lips. He nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth.

"You are always messy for me down here, a little blood makes no difference. In fact... it only turns me on more"

He rocked his hips forward, grinding his erection against you as his hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

"Just relax and let me take care of you. Trust me, sweetheart. It will feel so much better than any pain you're feeling now."

His touch felt measured and careful as he pressed a finger inside your cunt. He could feel you clenching around him, your body's instinctive response to his touch. The wetness coating his finger was a mixture of your arousal and blood, but he paid it no mind, because to him, it was all a part of you.

"Fuck, you're so wet and warm"

He pumped his finger slowly, steadily, his palm pressing against your clit. His eyes flicked to yours, burning with intensity as he spoke again.

"Don't overthink it. If I don't mind being covered in your blood, why should you? Just focus on how good this feels. Let me make you feel good"

He added a second finger, curling them inside you as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He licked, nipped, and kissed a trail along your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking hard.

"Is it good?" he murmured against your skin "Tell me how good it feels to have my fingers inside you"

"I...I don't know..."

He paused, his fingers still buried deep inside your core as he felt your nails dig into his shoulders.

"Don't know what, sweetie?" he murmured "If you're not sure if it feels good, then I must not be doing something right."

He repeated the motion, pressing harder, stroking deeper, as if trying to prove a point. Your body clenched around his fingers, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. A moment later, he withdrew his hand, holding it up for you to see, letting the pink tinged water drip down his forearm, off his elbow, and onto the shower floor. The sight was strange, intimate, and somehow arousing, even when a part of you wanted to look away.

Sylus smirked at your wide eyed expression, finding your shock and awe oddly endearing. He dropped his hands back to your hips, gripping them tightly as he effortlessly lifted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your folds pressed against his fat tip as he positioned himself at your entrance.

Sylus groaned, a string of curses falling from his lips as inch after inch of his cock slid inside you. He had to go slow, fighting the urge to slam into you and take what he wanted.

"Fuck, you're so fucking warm. Tighter than usual, but so goddamn wet. It's incredible."

Once he was fully inside you, he paused, his hips flush against yours. His pupils were blown wide, the black consuming the crimson until only a thin ring remained.

"You feel so perfect wrapped around my cock, I can feel every inch of your sweet pussy squeezing me. I don't know how long I'll last like this."

He gripped the undersides of your thighs tighter, holding your legs spread wide as he braced you against the tile wall. He took a moment to adjust his stance, ensuring he had the perfect leverage to take you with the force he craved. Then, with a growl that echoed off the shower walls, he pulled his hips back and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck...Sy!"

He groaned in response to your cry, the sound rumbling through his chest as he leaned into you, pinning you securely to the wall. His blood stained hand came up to cup your breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He massaged your breast in time with his thrusts, his palm leaving red, finger shaped stripes across your skin.

And he could tell by the way your back arched and your nails dug into his shoulders that you were losing yourself in the pleasure, discomfort fading away.

Your legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of his hard body against your soft curves.

The friction against your sensitive clit sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making your toes curl.

"I can feel you, sweetie...it feels good doesn't?"

"Yes," you manage to whimper out between panting breaths "It feels so good, please don't stop"

He didnt stop, he dipped his head down, his tongue flicking out to lap at the red streaks marking the soft skin of your breast. You watched in disbelief as he licked the blood from your flesh, his tongue tracing the path of his fingers. The sight made you clench down hard around his cock.

"Ah, fuck!" He moaned against your skin before biting down, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your breeast, leaving indents that would surely bruise.

You felt your body seize up, muscles tensing and limbs trembling uncontrollably as one of the most intense orgasms of your life hit you. A scream tore from your throat as you came undone in his arms. Your head fell back against the cool tile, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure consumed every nerve ending.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanned over your skin as he chased his own release. With a final hard thrust, he hilted himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his peak.

When you glanced down to where your bodies were still connected, the sight that greeted you left you breathless. Blood was smeared across his stomach, your thighs, and on his cock where it was still buried inside you. It looked like a scene from a violent crime scene, yet strangely arousing.

It was as if the exposure to your own blood, once a source of shame and disgust, was now a turn on.

He carefully set you down on your feet, bracing you against the wall until he was certain you wouldn't fall. As he stepped back, you couldn't help but glance down, taking in the sight of his cock, slick with both your releases and blood, swaying heavily between his thighs.

tears spill unchecked down your face, warm and salty as they sink into your skin. you don’t move to wipe them away. you can’t. it’s too much—the crushing weight of doubt, the suffocating certainty that you are somehow not enough for him. for anyone. for the world.

“i just… want to be enough for you.” you whimper out, words constricted. “enough for everyone.”

your eyes squeeze shut and you try to control your breathing. doing all the techniques that you and sylus practiced. in for four seconds, hold for seven and out for eight. except you choke on a sob when you let out your breath. 

sylus can’t take it. he can’t lay there, controlled and relaxed, pretending to be asleep. not when you’re barely holding yourself together. he wants to hear the thoughts rattling around in your head, yes. more than anything he wants to hear how you feel, but he just can’t stand the sound of you trying to keep yourself together. 

“come here,” he whispers, turning onto his side to face you. his arm embraces you, pulling you until you flush against his warm, bare chest. “come on, sweetie. let it out. you don’t need to hold back.”

sylus doesn’t hold your trembling body like it’s something fragile. no, he holds you tight, like he’s trying to squeeze every rotten feeling out of you, like he refuses to let any of that pain stay lodged in your chest. because if there’s anyone who deserves better, it’s you.

you deserve a life filled with forever smiles and eyes that crinkle from laughing too hard. you deserve a softness that stays, a happiness that doesn’t vanish, and the purest love this life has to offer.

the last thing you deserve is to feel like you’re not enough. you shouldn’t be breaking like this in his arms, sobbing against his chest over a lie that was never yours to carry—that you aren’t enough. and sylus wishes he could reach inside your body and take that feeling away because you’re everything and more to him. 

comfort isn’t his forte, but he does his best. 

“it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” he murmurs, lips pressed to the crown of your head. “you, sweetie… you make me whole. i know there’s something rotten in that pretty little head of yours telling you otherwise, but hear me when i say this—”

he tilts your chin up and his heart breaks in his chest at the sight of your red rimmed eyes and your wet cheeks. he stares you dead in your glassy eyes and says, “you’re everything. you are so much more than you give yourself credit for and i won’t let you run away from me.” 

“but… what if you—” more tears fall as you try to get your words out. “what if i get worse… and you can’t take it anymore?”

he shakes his head before pressing his forehead to yours. “impossible.” 

“you say that now… but what if—”

“shh, no more what ifs, sweetie. i’m not leaving you.” he whispers, eyes fluttering close as the ache in his chest intensifies. “i’ve waited lifetimes to be with you… i’m never going to leave you.”

you sniffle, eyes shutting and letting stray tears fall. “sylus…”

“i love you more than anything in this world,” he breathes, his voice so unsteady he barely trusts it himself. “i’ll stay right beside you—i’ll do anything i can to help you. but you can’t wait until i’m asleep to tell me when you’re feeling like this, okay? i want to be here for you. i want to hear how you’re feeling so i can do what i can to make you my happy kitten.”

you nod, arms sliding around him as you tuck your face into the crook of his neck. “okay,” you promise softly against his pulse point, your words vibrating there. “i love you.”

“till the world ends, sweetie.”

kit says… hi, this is going to be a bit long so you don’t need to read it, but if u do… uh, hello! so i wrote this about a month ago while i was going through a lot. this is my first time ever writing hurt comfort like this so please be kind to me LOL. i know it’s not the best thing ever, but i tried, i swear. i have a rlly hard time handling emotions properly and it really really fucking sucks because it’s not something that just goes away. i found that writing this really helped me while i was having a really really rotten day. yessss i am a zayne main, but i find solace and comfort in sylus. just something about him idk. i #love that man. anyway. this piece really means a lot to me and i dont care how many notes this gets bc this was more of a way for me to express me and my emotions. i hope u enjoyed if u read this! i love u so much and sylus does too :3 — special thank u to my sweetheart @princesspeachi3 for reading this and encouraging me to post it (i was really anxious about publishing as it’s not what i usually write lol) i love u my peach <3 OKAY IM DONE BYEEEE.