#snowcrow

[♕]: including — fem!reader, suggestive, mentions of previous intercourse, Xavier being freaked out. [౨ৎ] synopsis: attractive things the lads!men do!

like these jewels? check out --> lads masterlist

SYLUS.

ꕤ that smirk he does brow + his eyebrows? omfg; its an understatement saying that sylus is hot. It's completely another thing to talk about level of hot he is, especially when he gives you that panty dropping smirk usually followed by a teasing remark. "Don't get all shy now, you started this with me. I'm simply ending it, sweetie."

ꕤ how he cleans his gun; if you had a dollar for every time you practically drooled over Sylus just idly sitting in a chair, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, eyes lazily focused, hands methodically working the oiled cloth over sleek metal—you’d be rich. He barely glances up, but when he catches you staring he smirks faintly, murmuring, “See something you like kitten?”

ZAYNE.

ꕤ how he adjusts his watch/cufflinks; there’s something almost hypnotic about Zayne’s movements—the way his long fingers fasten a cufflink, the faint tug at his lip as he smooths his sleeve, then the soft click of his watch clasp settling into place. Never rushing, just purposeful. And you'd be lying like hell if you said it didn't make you wanna pounce on him.

ꕤ when he randomly flirts back with you; it’ll be random too, slipping out so effortlessly it leaves you blinking in surprise. You could've been making a joke about how he's so easily flustered and how adorable it is when you tease him while scrolling on your phone, and as he's passing by he'll briefly whisper in your ear: "I could say the same thing about how loud you screamed my name last night, whilst begging me for more."

The window pane is cold against your back. If you focused enough on the sensation, you could feel the heavy raindrops pattering against the glass. But your attention isn't on the icy-cold glass panes, nor the way the stone sill is digging into the undersides of your thighs. All you can pay attention to is Sylus.

And his tongue.

Sylus's fingers curl around your thighs, letting them splay over his shoulders. Your left foot is pressed into his palm as his thumb presses into the arch of your foot. You react, curling into his palm. It's ticklish, especially when his thumb runs over the hell of your foot. It's sore, the skin giving in under his touch.

"Sylus, you—!" You grit between your teeth, a moan lurching from your lips. Your free hand tugs at his hair, tousled in a mess of white-grey. For twenty minutes he's had you perched against the window pane of this secluded hallway, his tongue nestled deep inside of you.

He's a terror, to be frank.

He's a terror because no matter how much you fight against him, slouch over his shoulders, the man will not let up. Shame makes your face hot. Not to mention his eyes have been on you the whole time, soaking up your expressions and sounds.

Sylus could watch you for hours. His stomach churns and knots with pride, visually understanding how good he can make you feel with just his mouth.

"Please, Sy." You tug at his scalp once more. He retaliates by pressing into the arch of your foot again. You slouch back against the window pane, pressing your flushed cheek against it. It's grounding, but it isolates just how sensitive your body is.

He does it on purpose, and you know that.

"Someone could—Ah!— come by…" Your words taper off as he pushes you closer to your umpteenth orgasm. It's sickening the way you salivate at the thought that he will keep going. Despite the tears that prick at your lashes, or the fact your thighs are trembling around his ears.

Sylus hums something against your skin, his nose bumping against your clit. You're so close you can almost taste it. It's right within your grasp. Your body tenses, nails scraping against his scalp. However, the sound of worried footsteps has him pulling away with ease.

You can't decide whether you're angry or relieved. Your face contorts into confusion as Sylus eases your foot back into your heel. He adjusts the straps, straightening the bottom of your dress. To anyone passing by, he seems like a gentlemen helping his partner. However, the man that stands at the end of the hall knows better.

"You can't be serious." Your eyes are too bleary to focus on him, but you know who is hurriedly walking down the hall. Zayne comes to your side, letting you lean against him. He eyes Sylus, his free hand coming out to smooth Sylus's hair. "You two are ridiculous."

Sylus shrugs, lacing his fingers with yours. He kisses your knuckles then your shoulder before kissing your tears.

"I had some time before I was supposed to leave. I wanted to say hello." Zayne sighs at Sylus's words, a worried hand pulling you into his embrace. "Are you alright? Would you like some water?" He mutters against your skin as you recuperate. You mumble into his suit,

"I want to kill Sylus." Sylus presses behind you, kissing the nape of your neck. His hand wanders into Zayne's side pocket, slipping a spare house key out. He dangles it in front of Zayne's face.

"I'll meet you at home. I'm not one for stuffy parties. The two of you look beautiful." Zayne grumbles, feeling Sylus kiss the back of his hand. He flicks the younger man's forehead gently before departing. You look over your shoulder seeing Sylus disappear around the corner. Your fingers curl at Zayne's jacket, averting his attention back to you.

"He didn't let me—" Zayne gently rests you against the wall, kneeling down by your feet.

"Yes, I know. I'll take care of you from here."

You got new lipsticks, meaning you needed to wear test them as soon as possible. Your guinea pigs? Your two, loving, patient, towering boyfriends of course.

Your lips were rather sensitive at this point, so many kisses, so many makeup wipes, so many new formulas smeared across your mouth. “That’s okay, try the next one.”

Zayne and Sylus sat before you, lounging on your shared bed in Linkon with numerous kiss marks on their lips, cheeks, foreheads, noses, necks, collarbones…

They couldn’t complain, no they wouldn’t dare. Getting showered in your never ending kisses? That would be like begging for water after days wandering in the desert and then declining it because it’s room temperature.

“I’m running out of room.” You settle back on your knees, hands rummaging through the shades you haven’t tried yet while also eyeing both men up and down.

“By all means, kitten, I can take off my shirt.” Zayne’s fingers stop their typing, he had been multitasking this entire kissing endeavor. “That’s a great idea, Sy! Take your shirt off.” A dopey grin stretched your kiss-swollen lips, and a second later Zayne’s laptop is snapping shut.

“Zayne, Sylus is more than enough canvas.” You’re teasing him, of course, watching his hazel eyes snap towards you. “That’s complete nonsense, you need more blank canvas for your art work.” Sylus’ hearty chuckle sounds beside him, his silk button up hitting the floor.

“Someone is sounding jealous, Doctor Zayne.” He’s settling back against the headboard, eyeing you slowly as you applied the next lipstick. “More canvas for me, thanks for being so considerate Zaynie.”

And the man could only shrug his tee shirt up and over his head, ears a burning crimson. “I think that shade would look good on Zayne’s chest, don’t you think, kitten?”

Suddenly, Zayne felt as if he walked right into a trap.

Part 1

☆synopsis: A busy nonchalant doctor and his never ending struggle to deal with the other LADS men.

Part 1 | Part 2

you had always been a hardworking person, and while sylus and zayne were more than aware of that, they still worried any time you seemed to push yourself too hard. they would always share concerned glances whenever you came home exhausted before they rushed you off to bed.

the bed, of course, was only the most suitable place to keep you nice and relaxed.

"s-sy, zayne.." you huffed in embarrassment, covering your face. "i'm fine! today was just long- oh!"

"now now, sweetie," with you sitting in his lap, your back to his chest, it wasn't hard for sylus' voice to rumble through you as he leaned over you, a warm smile on his lips, "we just want the best for you. isn't that right, doctor?"

"of course," zayne nodded from between your legs, his glasses slightly fogging as he stayed settled between your bare, spread thighs, "we know you worked hard today. just treat this as us.. showing our appreciation."

their appreciation, as you came to find out, was incredibly hands on.

zayne showed you with his mouth, that skillful tongue delving deep into your folds, sucking and licking as much of your juices as you were willing to give. all with his glasses on, the black frames fogging up as he took you all in.

sylus showed you with his fingers, the thick, long digits spreading your pussy for zayne while his thumb rubbed at your perky clit relentlessly. anytime you tried to buck away from his touch, he merely used his evol to hold you down further. his fingers joined zayne's tongue in a relentless rhythm you couldn't escape.

you were getting closer and closer to the precipice, and with a pressure building in your core, you couldn't help but try to warn them. "zaynie, sy, 'm gonna- oh fuck- slow down!"

"why should we?" sylus responded for the both of them, zayne far too pussydrunk to speak as he continued eating you out like his life depended on it. "this cute cunt isn't done yet," his fingers slapped down on your clit, "and neither is our dear zayne."

"fuck, my love," zayne gasped, panting into your folds, "g-give it to me, give me everything-"

zayne's begging was more than enough to drive you over the edge, and your squeal filled the room as you squirted all over his face and sylus' fingers.

zayne was more than pleased at your peak, that talented tongue licking up all of your juices from your pussy before he pulled back to lick his lips, pushing his absolutely soaked glasses up his nose. "i believe we've done our job wonderfully, wouldn't you agree, sylus?"

"very much so," sylus hummed, tapping his slick fingers against your lips and smiling as you took them in without protest. "but don't tell me you're already tapping out, sweetie?"

oh, you were so fucked.