Gotta blame @mwphisto for putting this into my head with their Zayne version
“Do you wanna cum?”
Sylus tries to put on a show of indifference, but his desperate eyes give him away, unable to verbally complain due to the ball gag in his mouth. He tugs at the handcuffs once more, evol swirling around them, but they don’t give.
They’d been specially made, in case the renowned leader of Onychinus was ever caught.
So, you weren’t technically using them wrong.
“You know that won’t work babe. You’re trapped.” Your grin is evil, paired with a flick of your wrist around his tip that has his eyes rolling back.
“Hm…I wonder how long I can keep you like this? A few hours seems fair, wouldn’t you say?” He shakes his head, shooting you a look that should probably strike fear into your heart, fear that whatever you do to him not will definitely come back to bite you.
Fuck it, you only live once, right?”
“A few hours it is! You look so pretty like this babe, you know that?” You lean forward, gently prying the gag from his mouth to seal your lips against his in a kiss. He returns it with fervor, tongue sliding against yours.
You pull away before he can get too excited, fist still slowly pumping his impressive length.
“I’m going to get you back for this, kitten.” He pants, head tossed back as his hips jerk up involuntarily.
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As my official favorite lads author on tumblr, I offer you my best idea:
What do we think of XavMc overstimulated bc Xavier eats the 🐱 waayyy too much to the point where mc cant take it anymore; but he JUST. WOULDNT. STOP. pussy drunk some would say.
Since MC is a strong hunter, her only way to stop Xavier from pushing her to another orgasm is to lock her legs on xavier and roll him alligator style and knocks him off the bed :D
Gluttony
Is not much, dear anon, but it's honest work 😊
CW: Oral 🔞MDNI 🔞
You knew Xavier. The soft spoken, patient Xavier.
But you also knew the one between your legs right now. He had his forearms hooked under your thighs, legs pinned wide open.
He was eating you out like it was his only source of oxygen, lap after wet lap, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue until your were practically floating out of your body.
"Xavie." you pulled at his hair."Xavier."
He hummed against you. A self satisfied hum that went straight to your clit, to all the eight thousand nerve endings of it
"I'm serious," you gasped, thighs trembling against his shoulders, fingers tightening in his hair with what was supposed to be a discouraging grip "I can't —fuck— Xavier, I'm going to pass out—"
He pulled back half an inch. Just half an inch, just enough that you could see his face, which was a huge mistake because his face was not the face of a man who was about to stop. His mouth was slick and swollen, his eyes had that particular glaze that meant his brain had fully departed the premises, and he looked at you with unfocused devotion.
"Just one more, you sound—"
"No."
"—so pretty when—"
"I can't—"
He went back down.
His tongue found your clit again— he'd mapped the whole thing by this point, knew exactly the angle, the pressure, the combination that made your back leave the mattress— and he used all of that information without mercy, two fingers pushing inside you and cuuurling up while his tongue worked in slow circles.
Your thighs tried to close but his shoulders were in the way. He pressed them back open and didn't even look up.
Words had failed. You'd tried please, you'd tried stop, you'd tried the man's full name in three different tones of voice. None of it had worked. He was pussydrunk. Again.
You were a trained Deepspace Hunter and desperate times call desperate measures.
He dipped his head to lick your entrance just above his fingers and you snapped your knees together around his neck.
"Mmph—"
Locked your ankles and felt him go still. Gave him approximately two seconds to understand what was happening and then threw your weight sideways with everything you had and executed a full roll.
THUD.
The sheets went with him. Two pillows hit the floor. Xavier hit the floor.
Your breathing was the loudest thing in the room. You were lying close to the edge of the bed, every muscle below your waist sending you strongly worded messages, but you were free.
Slowly, a head of disheveled hair appeared over the edge of the mattress.
He was sitting in a nest of fallen pillows, sheets twisted around his legs, looking up at you with beautiful innocent blue eyes.
"Did you just—" He cleared his throat, rubbing his jaw.
"You left me no choice." You pointed at him, your hand was shaking slightly. " I have lost feeling in my legs."
He looked at your legs. Then back at your face and pressed his lips together.
"Don't."
He pressed his lips together harder but it wasn't working. The corners were losing the battle.
"The lock was—"
"Xavier."
Resting his chin on the edge of the bed, he looked up at you with a slow, stupidly calm smile. He had absolutely no right to look that pleased with himself after what he’d just put you through.
"You're so beautiful when you're furious"
"And you are grounded" you looked at the ceiling "You don't get to be sweet right now."
"Sorry. I got carried away."
"You got possessed," you said"There's a difference."
"I got carried away," he repeated, softer, and he was your sweet Xavier again. "Are you okay?"
The problem with Xavier was that he did this. Went from whatever that had been directly to this, like there were two completely different people living in the same body and they took turns and you never got enough warning before the switch.
"I need water"
"I'll get it."
"You're still grounded."
"Okay."
"I mean it."
He stood up, gathering a tangled sheet off the floor and held it out to you like a white flag, bending low to brush a kiss against your cheek."The roll was genuinely impressive"
"I know" you yanked the sheet up to your chin and clamped your mouth shut, fighting for your life not to crack a smile.
synopsis: A free use agreement is always fun
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Valko x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Sylus, fem!receiving with Zayne), penetrative sex (with Valko)
ZAYNE
You don't even hear him come home.
You're a little too focused on trying to clean the underside of the table, on all fours underneath it. It's only when you feel the weight settling behind you, cool hands gently gripping your waist and tugging down your shorts.
Immediately, you grin. This agreement was really the best.
"O-oh my god..." You gasp feeling his tongue run over the seat of your panties, soaking the fabric. He hums, doing it a few times until you start to whine. Still, he's mostly ignoring you. This is for his pleasure after all. Your orgasm is just a bonus.
You try to keep cleaning, you really do. But you manage three swipes with the damp cloth before giving up, arching into his tongue when he pulls aside your panties and licks a loooong stripe up.
"Z-Zayne!" You grip the cloth tightly in your fist, trying to ground yourself. It's not much use, he knows exactly where to push to make you cum.
"Fuck!" Curses slip out of your mouth as you cum, only partially directed at the stupid table from keeping you too still to turn around and watch him. You can already picture the pleased smirk on his face as he pulls away, though not without cleaning you up with his tongue and making you whimper from the overstimulation.
"S-stressful day at work?" You ask as he fixes your shorts, then helps you out from under the table.
"Just the usual. Do you need any help?"
"...Wanna help me clean the shower? I think it's a two person job."
SYLUS
It couldn't possibly be that important, right?
Well, surely he'd say something to stop you if it was. So you shrug, and make your way into Sylus's office, mouth already watering.
He glances up when you step inside, slutty little glasses perched low on his beautiful nose. His robe is tied low, as it usually is, as he half listens to someone on the phone drone on and on about some business deal.
A smirk appears on his face when you wave at him, already knowing what you're up to. But he doesn't object, turning his chair so there's adequate room between his legs for you to kneel down.
"That sounds fine." He murmurs into the phone, watching you undo his robe and palm his half hard cock. Even now, it's an impressive length, one you're never fully able to fit in your mouth, but you're not a quitter.
He inhales quietly the moment your mouth swirls around his tip, moaning at the taste. From an outsiders perspective, it might look like you were doing this for his pleasure. But you and Sylus both know that really, this is all for you.
"I'm sure you can handle it." You glance up instinctively, but he's still on the phone, eyes full of mirth as if he can read your mind.
Still, feeling encouraged, you take him deeper, drooling around his hard length. He always tastes so good somehow. It's nearly addictive.
"Feeling hungry tonight, kitten?" You hadn't heard him hand up, but it's clear he has. You hum in response, bobbing your head around him as he sighs, tossing his head back in pleasure.
"Use me as much as you like. As long as I can return the favour once you're done, yes?"
VALKO
As annoyed as you were at your boyfriend for working so late, when everyone else had already gone home, it did have one perk.
"H-hi?" Valko's eyes go wide when you straddle him, immediately stopping what he's doing to rest his hands on your hips.
"You can keep working. Just wanna ride you." You murmur, pressing a few kisses to his neck. It doesn't take Valko much to get going, probably because of the way your scent currently envelops him.
"You don't w-want my help?" He picks up what he was working on, but you know his focus is elsewhere as you start to undo his pants.
"Nope. Just relax and let me use you?" He shivers at your words, no longer able to respond the moment your hand wraps around his cock.
You're grateful for the skirt you chose today, simply pulling your underwear aside and sinking down on him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of his cock splitting you open so deliciously.
"Fuck..." He sighs, device clattering to the desk behind you as he grabs your hips, already thrusting up into you.
"Y-you're supposed to stay still and let-let me use you..." Your complaints are half-hearted, forehead falling to his shoulder as his hips snap up to bury his length inside you.
"You are u-using me." He pants, using his grip on you to bounce you on his length. If anything, it's the other way around, but you're not complaining.
"Oh god I'm close!" You gasp, the chair squeaking underneath your bodies. He moves you faster, thumb finding your clit and making you see white instantly, nearly screaming out.
"Woah...you should come use me at work more often."
Zayne gives the most intense orgasms simply because he’s not afraid to get messy- he will literally dig into your hole till he finds the spot he knows houses the bundle of nerves he wants to stimulate for an orgasm that almost knocks you out. And then he’ll brutalise that spot;
The moment he has you spread open- thighs pushed wide, knees nearly to your chest- he sinks two fingers deep in one smooth thrust, searching with the calm focus of a man who has memorized every map of your body. The wet, obscene sound of him working into you is immediate and absolutely lewd. He curls, presses, drags the pads of his fingers along your walls until he finds it: that swollen, spongy spot that makes your spine snap tight and a broken moan rip from your throat.
“There,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, almost clinical. “That’s the one.”
Then he latches on to it.
No amount of begging or scratching will make him relent as he stimulates you incessantly- not the sloppy, cruel fingering popularised by cheap pornography, but in firm, methodical and purposeful movements that bring about the pleasure that drowns the pain of overstimulation, never once loosing their surgical precision even as desire mounts.
He anchors his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down to hold your squirming hips in place while he strokes that bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate drags. Each press-and-rub is firm enough that pleasure borders on pain, slow enough that you feel every ridge of his rough fingertips, the rough texture of his surgeon's callouses. The pressure builds like a storm gathering behind your eyes. Your walls flutter and clamp around him, but he doesn’t slow. He simply adjusts the angle and keeps going, relentless.
You buck. You claw at his wrist, nails digging crescents into his skin. “Zayne-fuck!!... too much, I can’t-”
“You can.” His voice is calm, almost gentle, even as his fingers piston against that spot with an almost sadistic flair. “Breathe through it. Let it take you.”
The overstimulation burns, white-hot and overwhelming, but beneath it the pleasure is molten. It drowns everything. Your thighs shake violently. Slick gushes around his knuckles, dripping down to soak the sheets, coating his palm, running down his forearm in shiny trails.
He doesn’t care.
He never flinches from the mess. If anything, the wetter and filthier you get, the darker his eyes become, mouth open as he wonders just how can you drip so much just from his fingers.
A third finger joins the first two. The stretch is sudden and perfect. He curls all three against that spot in tight, rhythmic presses- almost like he’s milking it- and your vision whites out.
The orgasm crashes into you so hard your back arches clean off the bed, a silent scream caught in your throat. Your walls spasm violently around his fingers, but Zayne doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking, firm and steady, dragging every last pulse out of you until you’re sobbing, shaking, gushing helplessly on his hand.
Only when your voice cracks into a wrecked whimper does he finally ease off- just enough to let you breathe, never fully pulling out. His fingers stay buried deep, gently petting your fluttering walls while you twitch and leak on him.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear to plant a fluttering kiss that seems more mocking than soothing, voice rough with restrained lust.
“So good for me...see? I told you you'd like it." he says before straightening up. "But that was only the first one. I’m nowhere near done finding out how many times I can make you break tonight.”
He smiles, and you shudder, your legs falling open helplessly even though you have no energy left.
The small vibrator in Zayne's hand doesn't look very daunting, but your nerves still get the best of you. Was all of this really necessary, just to lose your virginity?
"When we do have sex, I'd like to know how to make it as pleasurable for you as possible. To do that, we'll need to find your pleasure points. I've read about it, but it's different for everyone." He sounds so matter-of-fact, but his eyes keep darting down, betraying his other thoughts.
"Can you at least take of some of your clothes? This doesn't seem very fair."
He blinks, seemingly just now realizing that he's fully clothed, while you're completely naked in his bed. He sets the toy aside, undoing his shirt and removing his pants. His boxers remain on, but the tent in them has your mouth watering more than if he'd taken them off.
"Are you ready?" He picks up the toy, settling between your legs and gently squeezing your knee. When you nod, he switches it on, and, with a little bit of guidance from you, circles your clit.
Almost immediately, your back arches off the bed. He's quick to grab your hand, eyes wide like he's cataloguing this entire reaction with every flick of his wrist.
"D-definitely right there!" You grip the sheets, trying to keep yourself from screaming. Sure, you've made yourself cum before. But it's never been like this. Maybe it had something to do with Zayne?
Oh who are you kidding, it's definitely Zayne.
It would be embarrassing how quickly you cum, if it weren't for the genuine pleasure on Zayne's face. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, wiping the sweat from your hairline.
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Zayne can't help but smile at your words, even if they're a bit jumbled as you lean against him, trying and failing to kick off your heels.
Clearly, you'd had a few more drinks than you said you would.
"Good to know." He bends to help you slip the shoes off, then picks you up so they won't hurt too bad. You giggle immediately as his actions, resting your head on his shoulder as you cling to him.
"Do you have a crush on me?" You hold on a little tighter as he ascends the stairs, more focused on the conversation than whether or not you'll fall.
"I would say it's more than a crush." His words make you grin, and he's glad to be off the stairs, because his heart immediately stutters at the sight.
"Does that mean you love me?" He sits you on the bed, carefully helping you out of the stunning yet restrictive outfit you'd donned for the night. Of course, he makes a mental note to ask you to wear it again.
"I do."
Another smile. God, his heart can barely take this.
"That's sweet. I really love you, did you know that? Sometimes I don't know what to do with it all." Your tone drifts off, so Zayne pauses his actions.
"What do you mean?" He isn't really expecting a coherent answer, so he's taken off guard when you meet his eyes with seriousness.
"I love you so much that when I can't give it all to you, it hurts me to keep it inside." Something in him wells up at that, squeezing your hand carefully.
"You can give it to me. I'd love nothing more than to take it. As long as I can give my love to you too. Okay?"
“you’re so— you’re so tight. i’m not going to fit, pipsqueak. it’s okay. we can try again another—”
in one ear, out the other. paying caleb's pleading voice no mind, you sink down on him inch by inch, relishing the stretch but quickly growing impatient. beneath you, he throws his head back into the pillows, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of you.
“please. please. you’re squeezin’ the life outta me.” as if to prove his point, he starts to slur his words. “i dunno if i can take it.”
“you can.” you dig your nails into his hip bones. “you will. how much time did we waste, dancing around our instincts? we’ve both wanted this for so long—it’s only right that we take everything the other has to give.”
“then…can we take a break, at least? what if you hurt yourself? it can’t— it can’t be easy.” his mouth falls open, a whimper escaping as you swivel your hips trying to work your way to his base. “you’re so small. too damn small.”
“maybe you're too big. i like it, though. and once i fit you all the way in, i’ll love it.”
the rapid swell of his length isn’t making this any easier. every time you make progress trying to take him, he only grows even larger inside you.
“you’re the one who begged for this earlier. i want it, too. but you have to help me—i can’t do it on my own, caleb. you've always helped me, haven't you? always been there to look out for me. can’t you do it again?”
swallowing thickly, he admires you through half-lidded eyes. when you push your lips into a pout, he nods slowly. giving in like he always does.
nerves alight, he wills his hips to drive three feeble thrusts into your heat. it’s a rare show of weakness from him, but even his lacking efforts make you slide farther down.
of course, your mixed arousal dribbling down his length does most of the heavy lifting.
“more,” you urge. “more. we’re almost there.”
“i can’t.” he’s almost delirious now. “so, so tight. feel like i can’t breathe.”
“do it. you don’t want to disappoint me, do you? if you do, you might not get the chance to make it up to me.”
“no…no.” ardent as it is, his refusal is soft. he’s crashing quickly, devoting his waning energy to blinking the tears out of his eyes rather than projecting his voice. “never.” tensing for a moment, he gathers all his strength and rolls his hips, slow and deep, into your center. you accept him greedily, hissing through the dull sting until the rest of your weight falls on his throbbing length. once you’re fully seated, the scandalous slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. his desperate moans and a string of curses follow.
finally, finally, you feel so incredibly whole.
you moan, lewd and lascivious, and lean down to kiss the center of his chest.
“was i good?” he asks, rapid pants fanning the crown of your head. “you feel so good. is this good?”
when you raise your head, he sits up on his elbows, eager to kiss your lips in grateful reciprocity.
it doesn’t take much to dodge him. grinning, you splay your hand across his now flushed chest and push him back down, earning a whiny, defeated groan. sinking impossibly deeper, you give his nose a conciliatory peck.
“shhh. just stay like this. you don’t have to do anything,” you murmur into his skin. “that break you wanted earlier? we can take it now. i want to get used to this feeling. don’t you?”
toji's favourite sex position !
breeding, choking, slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, baby trapping, squirting! <3
toji had almost nothing to his name, so when he saw you in the club, flaunting a wad of cash that easily summed up to almost 10,000 bucks like it was nothing, he immediately found the next girl he'd set eyes on; his next victim to fund his life and gambling addiction.
the process of getting into bed with you was far too easy, just a little bit of sweet talking, a little praise, and a promise to give you the best dicking down of your entire life, had you mewling and clawing at his shoulders.
toji was similar to a bed bug: he hopped from girl to girl to ensure that he had a roof over his head without doing any hard work. so when he had you, one of the richest girls in the entire country, under him whilst his cock was balls deep in your perfect cunt, there was only one thing he could think of doing: breeding you.
"you like this dick?" toji's large hand wraps around your neck, thick fingers squeezing either side of your neck - small white dots start to cloud your vision. your cunt flutters around his cock as you nod pathetically, eyes rolling back into your head.
"i asked you a question baby girl, answer when daddy talks to you," toji's hand moves from your neck to slap you across the face, leaving a dark red hand print on your cheek. you moan, legs going like jelly as you claw at his back.
"love-love your dick daddy, so deep," you mewl, head tilting to the side before toji suddenly stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. you sob, tear filled doe eyes finding his in a silent plea for him to continue pounding you. "please daddy, please fuck my dirty cunt,"
"desperate whore," toji slams his cock back into you in the new position, the mating press, your legs were lifted so far up your back was almost arched off the bed. your stomach bulged with just how deep his thick cock was stretching you out.
your mouth hangs open, your eyes cross in the middle as each moan is literally fucked out of your body. "does that feel good baby? your rich pussy being fucked with some street cock? isn't this what you needed? some dirty man putting his paws in this million dollar pussy?" he grabs your jaw with his hand, parting your lips fully and spitting into your mouth.
you can barely muster up a response with words, only clenching and fluttering around his length as a thick rim of white cream starts to form at his base. " gonna stuff this cunt full of my cum, make you round with my kids," toji moans into your ear before ducking his head down to suck a dark hickey into your neck.
the possibility of his future being filled with money and a fancy car makes the thought of knocking you up far too enticing. his balls tighten, forearms barricading each side of your head as he dumbs his entire hot load inside of you.
you gasp, clawing at his back, "to-daddy, should of pulled out!" your sentence is half formed, slurred, and barely even coherent as your own orgasm rips through you thanks to toji's thumb rubbing at your clit. his cock is forced out of you as you squirt all over him, and the sheets.
"sh-shouldn't have fucked you," you sob, attempting to push him off even as you come down from your orgasm.
NERD!ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE YOU SQUIRT.
PART ONE HERE
CW: Oral, fingering, squirting. 🔞MDNI🔞
"Yeah," Xavier said "Can you teach us how to make her squirt?"
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The room had gone completely still. Sex and whiskey hung in the air, thick enough to taste. You were breathing wrong, every breath felt heavy, caught in a throat made raw by whiskey and sharp gasps. Zayne's chest felt warm and unyielding at your back, getting up would have required a kind of effort the room didn't seem to allow for.
Xavier's tongue was tracing the edge of his knuckle where your first release had coated him. His eyes had gone almost entirely black, pupils blown so wide there was barely any color left, every bit of that darkness was fixed between your thighs.
Behind you, Zayne exhaled, low and unsteady, the sound catching in his throat before it reached your skin. He hadn't moved back. He had moved closer, pressing his hard cock between your ass, the friction made it clear his medical textbooks hadn't prepared him for how much he actually wanted to ruin you right now.
"That requires an entirely different approach," Zayne's voice was thicker and rougher than it had been. His hands tightened on your waist before he said anything else. Then he bent his head, lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear.
"Are you alright with this? Do you want to show them?"
Your head had already begun to fall back against his shoulder and the whimper that came out of you wasn't something you'd planned.
"Yeah"
His patience didn't leave exactly, but it changed shape, it became something slower. His hand moved from your waist, sliding up until his palm curved around your breast again, broad, warm and unhurried. His thumb found your nipple without searching for it and he began to roll it between his fingers with a steady pressure that sat right on the edge of too much and didn't waver.
"The G-spot," he said, his voice settling back into something that almost resembled composure, "isn't about surface stimulation. It isn't about rhythm either." He pinched your nipple lightly, and your breath caught. He continued as though he hadn't noticed, or perhaps because he had. "Squirting isn't something you can rush. We've spent nearly twenty minutes on foreplay and that's perfect because the entire pelvic region needs time to fill with blood, to become fully engorged. Without that, it won't work."
His thumb moved in a slow circle around your nipple, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use it.
"The targets are the paraurethral glands. Small, about the size of a pea, sitting on either side of the urethra, close to her G-spot. Most people don't know they exist. Most people don't know what they're capable of." A pause. "You're about to learn."
Xavier's voice came quiet and low. "I want to try."
Whatever remained of the quiet, compliant boy from freshman orientation—the one who'd handed you a campus map and apologized for bumping into you—was gone. Completely. He moved forward until he was wedged between your legs, his thighs pressing firmly against your calves.
A cold spike of something, fear, want, the particular overwhelm of both arriving at once, shot straight down your spine. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, a reflexive flinch against the intensity of his gaze, the nearness of him and the reality of what was about to happen. Your knees had barely begun to move before something stopped them.
Caleb moved to the edge of the mattress and closed his hand over your right knee. Not gently. He pressed it down and out over Zayne's thigh, his grip immovable, the kind that didn't invite negotiation. You weren't going to close yourself off. He'd made that clear without saying a word.
Rafayel took your left. His fingers found the inside of your knee and held on with trembling pressure.
You looked down at them through the blur of whiskey and heat.
Caleb's jaw was locked, a muscle jumping in his cheek like he was chewing through something. The flush on his neck had darkened to something almost bruised, creeping up toward his jaw, his breath coming in audible hitches he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. Rafayel had his bottom lip caught between his teeth hard enough to drain the color from it, his eyes tracking every shiver that moved through your body like he was trying to memorize them.
And then lower.
A small, damp circle had bled through the gray of Rafayel's sweatpants. The front of Sylus's pants were pulled tight, a matching wet spot darkening the fabric, spreading slightly every time he exhaled.
"Keep her steady." Zayne's hips kept moving, that same slow roll against you, while his fingers worked both of your nipples at once, rolling and pinching until heat shot straight down through your stomach and didn't stop.
"Xavier." His tone shifted into something clinical "Two fingers, palm facing up toward her navel. Her arousal is sufficient as a baseline, but you need to use the lubricant on my nightstand. I don't want friction, I don't want any tissue irritation." A pause, weighted. "Once you're inside, feel along the anterior wall. There will be a ridge, different from the surrounding tissue. Think of the roof of your mouth."
Xavier reached for the lubricant and coated his fingers slowly, his hands were shaking. Then he brought them to your entrance, just the tips at first, barely making contact, and paused there for a breath that felt longer than it was.
He pushed in slowly.
Inch by inch, the stretch of it opening you around him, his fingers pressing through the heat and slick of you with patience. His eyes had gone wide by the time his fingertips swept up and found it, the ridge Zayne had described, unmistakable, exactly where he'd said it would be.
A cry tore out of you before you could stop it, fractured and too loud. It rang off the walls and you knew without question it had carried straight down the hallway outside.
Sylus shadow fell over you before he leaned down, face unreadable, there was a particular stillness of someone exerting tremendous control. His thumb caught your chin and pressed your jaw down, and then his fingers were in your mouth, muffling whatever came next. You closed your lips around them without thinking. Your tongue found his knuckles and you pulled him in, sucking hard, needing the solid reality of him to hold onto, something grounding while everything else was coming apart.
"Keep it down, sweetie." he said. Low. Almost gentle.
"Like this?" Xavier's voice came from below, strained thin.
He had begun to move, curling his fingers up, knuckles dragging against your entrance with every stroke while his fingertips pressed into the ridged wall above. He went deeper with each repetition. Not faster. Deeper, the hook of his fingers catching on the sensitive texture inside you and holding there just long enough before pulling back and doing it again.
"Slower."
Zayne's breath was scorching against your neck, his fingers never stopping, working your nipples with a precision that had stolen most of your ability to think. Behind you his hips pushed forward, heavier than before, a frustrated grind that he didn't bother to disguise.
"You're skimming the surface," he said. "Press into it. Maintain the motion and add external pressure to the clitoris, combine both. Increase as the tissue expands." His voice dropped slightly. "Can you feel how she's changing around you? How she's pulling you in?"
Xavier made a sound low in his throat, almost involuntary, his head dipping forward. His thumb came down against your pelvic bone and he adjusted his angle, pushing deeper until his knuckles were completely slick. His strokes slowed and firmed, each one pressing up into you with a patience that was clearly costing him something.
"It's getting tighter," he said, voice fraying at the edges. "It's... it's pushing back. She's so hot inside."
"She's engorging, the fluid is building in the glands. You cannot break the rhythm, not now, not for anything. If you ease up even slightly, the accumulation dissipates and you lose everything you've built."
He said it like a warning. Like he was saying it to himself as much as Xavier.
It was nothing like before.
Not the sharp, electric jolt of Zayne's thumb. this was something else entirely. Deeper. Heavier. A fullness that built with every stroke and didn't recede, coiling low in your abdomen like pressure with nowhere to go. Every time Xavier's fingers found that spot and pressed, a wave rolled through you, enormous and terrifying, making you want to beg for something you didn't have words for. You bit down on Sylus's knuckles without meaning to, eyes losing focus, your whole body tightening around a point you couldn't reach.
On either side of you, Caleb and Rafayel hadn't moved. Couldn't. Their knuckles had gone white where they held your legs open, and their eyes were fixed on Xavier's hand, on the way his fingers disappeared into you and came back slick, on the wetness that had gone past the point of containment. It was pooling at your entrance, spilling over and running down Xavier's wrist.
It was Rafayel who broke first.
"Zayne." His voice came out cracked, barely holding together. He swallowed hard, his gaze still locked on the fluid stringing between your skin and Xavier's hand, his body giving him away beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. "She's...fuck...it's leaking. Is she close?"
"She's almost there."
Zayne's voice had lost everything clinical about it now. Whatever composure he'd been maintaining had come apart completely, leaving only this—his fingers digging into your nipples, pinching hard, driving the sensation past the point of bearable while his hips pressed into you with desperation.
"Xavier. Fast circles on her clit, other hand, now." A beat. "Force it."
Xavier looked up at your face instead.
Your eyes had gone hazy, barely tracking, tears gathering at the corners from nothing but sheer overwhelm. Your lips were still wrapped around Sylus's fingers, your chest heaving in ragged pulls, small broken sounds escaping around his knuckles every time Xavier moved inside you. You were completely undone. Anyone could see it.
Xavier saw it too.
He didn't raise his hand to your clit. Something shifted behind his eyes, a flash of something reckless and deliberate, the look of someone who had been quietly calculating this exact moment and had finally decided to take it.
"You said anything I can do with my hands," he murmured, his voice dropping to something barely above a whisper, "I can enhance with my mouth, right?."
His blonde hair fell across his forehead as he leaned down.
"Xavier—" Zayne's voice came sharp with warning.
Too late.
Xavier buried his face between your thighs.
The heat of his mouth hit you without warning.
Xavier's tongue sealed over your clit and the sound that came out of you was strangled, swallowed by Sylus's fingers, barely contained. He didn't tease. He remembered every word Zayne had said, flattened his tongue broad and wet against you, using the full weight of it to meet the pressure building from inside, while his fingers hooked harder and began to move in a rhythm that was merciless and gave you absolutely nothing to brace against.
"Breathe." Zayne's lips found your temple and pressed them there, warm and close. "What you're feeling, the fullness, the urgency, it will feel exactly like a need to release. That's correct. That's exactly right." His breath shook against your skin. "Don't fight it. Bear down. Let your pelvic floor go completely. Let it happen."
You stopped fighting.
You exhaled and let go. Your pelvic floor released and you bore down against the hook of Xavier's fingers, against the wet relentless press of his tongue, and for one suspended second everything went very still.
Then your body locked.
Every muscle seized at once, thighs convulsing against Caleb and Rafayel's grip. They leaned their full weight into your knees and held. Caleb let out a breathless "fuuuuck look at her". You bit down on Sylus's fingers hard enough to feel his knuckles against your teeth, vision narrowing to nothing.
It came in a rush, clear and forceful, spilling over Xavier's chin, across his cheeks, soaking into the fabric beneath you. His fingers stayed where they were, buried deep, riding out every contraction as your body clenched around him in waves that didn't stop, that pulled at him and wouldn't let go.
He didn't pull back. His tongue kept moving through it, his jaw working, his nose pressed to your skin while you sobbed through the aftershocks, open, head falling back against Zayne's shoulder again, with the full dead weight of someone who had nothing left to hold onto.
The room went quiet before you heard the slow, wet sound of Xavier withdrawing his fingers. Sylus drew his hand from your mouth just as slowly, his thumb dragging across your lower lip, catching a smear of saliva and wiping it away. He didn't look away from your face. The darkness in his eyes hadn't lifted. It had settled into something that made it very clear this wasn't over.
Xavier raised his head.
His face was flushed deep, his lips wet, a streak of fluid catching the lamplight as it ran down the line of his jaw and dripped onto his collarbone. He looked up at Zayne.
He looked like someone who had just discovered something he couldn't un know.
"Like that?" Xavier asked. The smugness in his voice was not even slightly hidden.
Zayne didn't answer right away.
He was staring down at the space between your thighs, at the soaked mattress, at the evidence of everything his careful, clinical framework had produced. His chest rose and fell hard against your back, his breath coming uneven against your neck, and you felt it before you fully understood what it was, a spreading warmth behind you, seeping through the fabric of his trousers, pressing into you. Unmistakable.
"Yes," Zayne said finally. His voice was stripped of every careful layer he'd spent the entire evening constructing "Exactly like that."
ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
"ah—cho, please—"
the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.
he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.
"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."
choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.
every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.
your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.
choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.
panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"
"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.
he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."
"w-what? but i—"
"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."
the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.
a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."
you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.
because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.
your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.
right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.
as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.
it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.
you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"
he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.
"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."
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You couldn’t quite figure out how you got into this position. 18+
One moment you were flooring it down the streets of the N109 Zone in one of Sylus’ many vintage cars. The next, every item on his mahogany desk was strewn across the floor. Your back — bare and prickling from the chill — pressed into the smooth surface.
Only your black polished leather heals remained on your body. The red bottoms faced the ceiling, slung over the broad expanse of Sylus’ shoulders and trembling with every devastating blow of his hips.
They sat upon his shoulders as if they belonged there, as if they were always meant to remain right there. Sylus surely seemed to think so, with the iron clad grip he had on your claves. Pressing his body weight further down into your own, listening to the satisfying creak of sturdy wood as he pounds you into its surface.
“S-s-Sylus!” He’s fucking you beyond dumb, your jaw so slack that you’d feel some level of embarrassment if you harbored any sense of shame around him. “You looked too perfect tonight.” Though, you couldn’t help but believe there was more of a motive behind this animalistic hunger. “Too many eyes were on you.”
He hits deep, driving that little bit of information home as stars explode through your vision. You barely register the pain of your head knocking against the desk. A garbled cry of his name leaving your lips as your nails dig into his skin, wherever you’re capable of reaching.
You’re so close to cumming, the wet slapping emitting between your bodies is more than enough to signify it. “Don’t even h-have to try to make me jealous, hmm?” He shifts, putting a knee up on the desk for better leverage to nearly fold you in half. “Just gotta look as beautiful as you a-always do… someone will look… their desires are so loud…”
You don’t restrain yourself as a harsh slap lands on your ass, nearly screaming as your entire body throbs with the need for release. Jealousy pushed him to this point and you didn’t even have to do anything… how cute. “S-Sy m’gonna…”
The desk is physically rocking with the force of his hips, and you barely have the strength to worry about it collapsing beneath you. All you can focus on is the never ending drag of his cock between your slick walls. The toe curling pleasure you desperately want to last forever, teetering right on the brink of euphoria.
toji's favourite sex position !
breeding, choking, slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, baby trapping, squirting! <3
toji had almost nothing to his name, so when he saw you in the club, flaunting a wad of cash that easily summed up to almost 10,000 bucks like it was nothing, he immediately found the next girl he'd set eyes on; his next victim to fund his life and gambling addiction.
the process of getting into bed with you was far too easy, just a little bit of sweet talking, a little praise, and a promise to give you the best dicking down of your entire life, had you mewling and clawing at his shoulders.
toji was similar to a bed bug: he hopped from girl to girl to ensure that he had a roof over his head without doing any hard work. so when he had you, one of the richest girls in the entire country, under him whilst his cock was balls deep in your perfect cunt, there was only one thing he could think of doing: breeding you.
"you like this dick?" toji's large hand wraps around your neck, thick fingers squeezing either side of your neck - small white dots start to cloud your vision. your cunt flutters around his cock as you nod pathetically, eyes rolling back into your head.
"i asked you a question baby girl, answer when daddy talks to you," toji's hand moves from your neck to slap you across the face, leaving a dark red hand print on your cheek. you moan, legs going like jelly as you claw at his back.
"love-love your dick daddy, so deep," you mewl, head tilting to the side before toji suddenly stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. you sob, tear filled doe eyes finding his in a silent plea for him to continue pounding you. "please daddy, please fuck my dirty cunt,"
"desperate whore," toji slams his cock back into you in the new position, the mating press, your legs were lifted so far up your back was almost arched off the bed. your stomach bulged with just how deep his thick cock was stretching you out.
your mouth hangs open, your eyes cross in the middle as each moan is literally fucked out of your body. "does that feel good baby? your rich pussy being fucked with some street cock? isn't this what you needed? some dirty man putting his paws in this million dollar pussy?" he grabs your jaw with his hand, parting your lips fully and spitting into your mouth.
you can barely muster up a response with words, only clenching and fluttering around his length as a thick rim of white cream starts to form at his base. " gonna stuff this cunt full of my cum, make you round with my kids," toji moans into your ear before ducking his head down to suck a dark hickey into your neck.
the possibility of his future being filled with money and a fancy car makes the thought of knocking you up far too enticing. his balls tighten, forearms barricading each side of your head as he dumbs his entire hot load inside of you.
you gasp, clawing at his back, "to-daddy, should of pulled out!" your sentence is half formed, slurred, and barely even coherent as your own orgasm rips through you thanks to toji's thumb rubbing at your clit. his cock is forced out of you as you squirt all over him, and the sheets.
"sh-shouldn't have fucked you," you sob, attempting to push him off even as you come down from your orgasm.
• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ :: . dad!sukuna and dad!toji arguing about whose baby is cuter :: no cw fluff
sukuna and toji sat on the old benches outside at the park bickering as theyve done since they were just teenagers. the only difference was that now they both had a small baby girl on each of their laps.
you and tojis wife sat near a table farther away from them, chatting about motherhood as you heard their voices get higher and higher in volume.
“what do you think theyre arguing about now,” she asked, smiling at her husband with loving eyes.
“couldn’t really care less, they do this basically everyday,” you scoff, shaking your head.
you could hear their conversation slightly, both of you pausing to listen in.
“okay yeah your she is pretty cute but shes way fatter than my angel here,” sukuna said, gesturing to tsumikis chubby cheeks and tubby belly. “am i right kuni? youre way cuter than her,” sukuna said to his daughter, planting kisses all over her even chubbier face.
“okay yeah fuckface, she is a little bigger but shes still cuter. shes just been bulking since birth and thats perfectly fine.” toji said, smirking and crossing his arms smugly as if it makes complete sense.
“bulking? nah bro shes just fat, she probably doesnt even understand the concept of-“
smack.
sukuna was abruptly cut off as your hand met the back of his neck with a loud pop.
“ah, the fuck was that for?”
smack.
“dont talk about tsumiki like that and watch your language. to be fair, you were even bigger than her when you were a baby.”
toji tilted his head back and let out a loud cackle.
“how ‘bout that shit. ryomen was a fat ass baby, i’d love to see that.”
Pt. 2 of Toji being a disgusting, desperate whore for his girlfriend
Tags: smut, oral (fem receiving), cursing, degradation, overstimulation, use of the name Princess, Baby, and Bitch (if that even counts), FILTHY.
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The second he had you over him, fingers tugging at the hem of your panties, he let out the loudest, most guttural groan you’ve ever heard from him.
Before revealing the one thing he said he would ‘die for’, you felt him yank your hips down and slam his nose deep- deep- deeeeep into the fabric, inhaling like a starved man who just got to smell his first meal in centuries.
“Fuckkkkk…. I live for this baby, my favorite scent ever.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” You scrunched your nose up, feeling him start to slide the fabric down.
“Yeah that’s it, keep talking to me like that. I love it when you do.” You leaned over to see that he had that dirty smirk on his face, making you regret giving him his undeserved 10 minutes of ‘between your legs time’.
“Clocks ticking, ‘ji. 9 minutes left”
It was like he suddenly decided to race against time, and he literally ripped your panties off your thighs, before slamming his mouth against your cunt.
Lewd, sloppy noises filled the room, and most of them were from Toji. He couldn’t stop groaning and whining into your poor pussy, savoring every single lick and suck you let him have.
“Don’t be shy baby, fuckin’ suffocate me… I wanna be crushed by this absolute gift.” He forced your hips down onto his face while you gripped the couch for dear life, feeling every poke and prod of his tongue inside you.
Your fingernails dug into the fabric of the sofa,trying to hold on while your utter beast of a boyfriend devoured his dessert.
“God damn, it’s like a fucking drug…” his lips locked around your clit, sucking harshly to draw out any sounds you’d make.
“Shit, those noises… you drive me absolutely crazy, Princess…”
His fingernail dug into the plush of your thighs, stopping you from squirming away. You could feel how harshly he was digging into your plush skin, and you definitely knew there’d be crescent-shaped marks afterwards.
“Baby, baby, stop squirming… you gave me 10 minutes, and I want to enjoy every last second of it until you’re practically crying.”
“Oh, f-fuck off.” You said between shaky breaths, tugging at his hair to annoy him.
“Y-you’ve got- fuck,- 7 minutes left.” You choked out, feeling every precise slip and sliiide of his tongue against your wet folds.
You would never admit it, but Toji was like the God of pussy eating. 99% of the reason he got between your legs was so he could taste your sweet, sweet slick and smell all he could of it. Even so, he still made sure you got everything you wanted out of it to.
“Fuck! Slow down ‘ji, I’m close…” his tongue was constantly swirling tight circles on your clit, occasionally slipping inside so he could spread the muscle and feel you tighten.
“Nah, I’ll enjoy my time here however I want…” he ignored your pleas, this time shoving two fingers inside to search for that sweet spot that would make you scream.
“Christ, Toji!” You threw your head back, tugging on his hair to get him to back off even just a little bit. With his strength though, it was like trying to push a brick wall. Hell, even if you managed to pull him away, he’d just use his big arms to pull your right back on him.
Once he found that spot that made your legs tremble, he just kept abusing and abusing it with his restless fingers.
“Come on, baby, come on my tongue,” he groaned, pushing his pointed muscle over your most sensitive areas. “I wanna feel it. Come on, you can do it, squirt on my face like the nasty bitch you are…”
His words sent vibrations straight to your clit, and it was like heaven. His tongue swirling, his mouth sucking, and his nose bumping…. It all added up to you practically being thrown over the edge into overstimulation.
His mouth made your legs weak, and once your sweet release finally came, your legs turned to mush and you practically suffocated Toji. Well, that is what he wanted, wasn’t it?
His muffled moans started pouring out once he felt you start pouring out all over him.
“Yes, fuck yes! Gimme all of it, baby, wanna taste it in my sleep…” you heard him groan between your legs, slurping and sucking up all that release like it was the most delicious liquid he could drink.
To him, it probably was. Especially since it was yours.
Once your high finally died down, and your vision cleared, you glanced at the clock.
“Ji’, it’s been 10 minutes,” you said through a shaky breath, attempting to crawl off of him.
That’s when a strong grip stopped you, shoving your right back down onto his soaking wet face.
“No, no… I haven’t had my fill of you juuuust yet.”
distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
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𓏲ּ𝄢 𓂃 𓈒 ˖ kento covers himself while eating u out . . ꒰ １８+ ꒱
kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）
but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .
he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.
as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.
while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.
and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.
kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.
"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"
"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."
the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."
your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !
sitting on zayne’s lap with your knees framing his thighs is the perfect way to occupy his hands so he can’t type. specifically, you’ve reached up and taken his glasses right off his face.
zayne dosen’t stop to move you. he just rests his large cool hands on your waist, his fingers anchoring you firmly against him. without his glasses, his ethereal green eyes blink once, focusing entirely on you. his expression remains perfectly calm, but the tiny and familiar shift in his jaw tell you that you have his undivided attention.
“if this is a protest against my screen time, i should remind you that i have two more patient charts to review,” zayne says, his voice low and soft.
“oh, the charts can wait,” you announce, holding his glasses out of reach. “look at me, instead. your favorite view is right here.” you smile at him confidently, when you day this. and you know you have every right to be.
a rare, breathtaking smirk plays on his lips. “my vision is somewhat compromised without them, if i’m supposed to look at you, sweetheart, you will have to come closer.”
“you can see me perfectly fine,” you reply, but you lean in anyway, your chest brushing against his.
“still too blurry,” he says smoothly.
before you can tease him back, his grip on your waist tightens. with one effortless movement, his pulls you flush against his chest, your chin resting on his chest as you look up at him. the faint, clean scent of him, mixed with hospital sanitizer envelops you comfortingly. zayne tilts his head down, his gaze fixating completely on your lips.
“zayne..” you whisper, your hear suddenly doing violent flips against your ribs. “you’re cheating.”
“i’m adapting to my circumstances,” he corrects softly, pleased at your cute reaction. he leans in until his lips are just millimeters away from yours, his cool breath brushing your skin. he doesn’t close the distance right away. instead he just hovers there, torturing you with space between you.
“your breathing has changed,” zayne whispers against your lips, his thumb moving to gently trace your jawline, his fingers sliding into your hair. “if you’d like your boyfriend’s attention, you’ll have to deal with the side effects.”
