#fig!reader

sylus x fig!reader ♡ bad girls don't get to cum

@sylusflower

he's got your wrists pinned down against his egyptian cotton sheets, half of his cock buried inside your soaked pussy, but every time you try to move, he growls, shaking his head no.

'please, sylus!' you beg for the fifth time, your pussy squeezing around him, dragging him in deeper.

he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. 'i was being a good boyfriend, kitten. i brought you roses when i came to pick you up from practice, and what do i see, hm? i see you laughing and smiling with another man.' his eyes open, boring into your face, darker than before as the fire roars inside of him again at the vision that keeps chipping away at his patience.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion. '...you mean my dance partner?'

his jaw clenches.

you're looking between your bodies, your eyes glued to where you're connected. you could get used to this beautiful torture. being close to him means everything to you. it's the most special, dizzying times you share with one another. his velvety cock is so warm as your pussy wraps around him even more, all on her own. a whimper escapes you as she memorizes every vein, pulse, and ridge. your gaze lands on his tortured face - his eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly agape, and a little bit of drool wanting to seep out from it. the lowest groans keep betraying him.

you almost giggle. somehow, even when he's trying to be dominant, you always have the upper hand. you are his weakness.

phillip graves x fig!reader ♡ relaxation cure

he ripped all your clothes off as soon as you walked into the house, leaving you in nothing but your pink leg warmers and your exhausted limbs after training all day.

he's moving you up and down his thick length, groaning as your warmth destroys his soul in the most magnificent way. 'mm.fuck..'

you're tugging at the nape of his neck, your other hand gripping his shoulder as you're pressing kisses along the scar on his face. 'you're everything i need,' you cry, his cock pounding into you so rhythmically all you can do is sink into the pleasure, dumb.