ᨦ ּ࣪ ⋆₊ 𝓳𝓮𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓿𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮.ᐟ ⋮ ‎𐔌 2ntea she/her asian ୧

𝜗𝜚 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ⋮ a hopeless romantic who loves otome games and anime, mentally married to fictional men, wolfapplecrow my trio.

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18+ blog! mdni. pls don't spam likes. thank u. ^^ xoxo

18+ mdni. unprotected sex, creampie/breeding on caleb’s part, overstimulation, whiny caleb (sucker for it), kinda pussy drunk!leb, slight hair pulling and choking on sylus’ part, sylus likes it deep here.

sylus

you could feel it — could feel the heat of his attention, too intense like he's trying to bore holes on your back. sylus sat there leaning against the headboard, breathing sharply along each harsh push of your hips down on his cock.

it’s not everyday you get the chance to take the initiative, but sylus still lets you. how could he not? when he himself loves it when you do.

every corner of the room screamed obscene, a delectable mixture of sin and sensuality. the lingering smell of sex and symphonies of pleasure wafting through the air is an insignia of what had gone far, yet none of you bother to care about that.

“ah…f-fuck—so g-good!” you moan needily, hands fisting his skin to keep yourself sane as you bury yourself more in the rigidity he bores.

sylus doesn't moan, not yet, he’s a man of restraints after all. but the low grunts and groans slipping out from him urges your pussy to flutter from how his veins graze that familiar spongy spot that made your toes curl.

“sweetie…”

he licks his lips, chuckling as he busies himself from your lascivious performance beholding in front: how your weeping hole swallows him perfectly, to how your movements slowly turn sloppy. sylus pushes himself closer, his hands snaking to fist on your locks, tugging just enough to pull you closer against him until you feel the warmth of his uneven breath.

the sting on your scalp sent an electrifying shock of bliss through your spine. “what's wrong, kitten?” he coos, tone hinting of tease.

“sylus ’m tired…” you slurs, grounding against him continuously with that delectable cadence you'd started. “don't wanna stop but—but i want more…please.”

fuck. the way you beg almost snips the last string of his sanity he's been holding on to.

sylus just hums, then without a warning pushes his hips up slightly, purposely hitting that best spot that made you arch your back.

“you want me to take over?”

and god, how fast you nod at his proposal, eyes shutting from the indescribable friction he makes. god knows how much you've been waiting for him to say that. a smirk tugs on sylus’ lips as he watches how more desperate you've become, hips meeting his slower, almost teasing pace.

then slam, he pushes deeper within you again, coaxing a sharp gasp out of your lungs.

“words. i need to hear how much you want me, my sweet kitten.” he whispers, nuzzling in the skin of your neck to press a persuasive peck. it tickles, the warmth he egresses sends electrifying bolts of pleasure through your veins you can't help but hum euphorically — the sound coming out soft, raw, so submissive — that turns him on more.

“please, please…fuck me more, sy — want you inside me more, please…”

oh, sylus doesn't need to be told twice.

he curses softly, like a kiss in the air. his hand, from your locks, snakes down until he wraps it on the small of your neck. “good girl...” he praises, “lift your hips a little.” he doesn't ask; he orders you to, squeezing your hips for you to oblige, which you did — willingly.

like a reflex, he sneaks his arms around the back of your thighs and pulls you plush against the vastness of his chest until your stomach scrunches from the press of the heavy pair of flesh against your chest, locking his hands on the back of your head, holding you in a full nelson grip.

your face heats upon realizing.

“f-fuck—sylus this position—!”

he shushes you with a deep, smug chuckle, then slammed his cock more within you, balls deep.

“sylus!” a sharp gasp slips past your lips upon feeling the profound stretch. his size surprised you this way, too deep you could feel him in your throat, bluntness pressing snuggly against the depths of your core.

and only then did you manage to pull a low moan from him. “atta girl…” he murmurs each time he pushes his cock to disappear onto your greedy cunt, balls squelching lewdly against the wetness of your clit.

caleb

caleb can be greedy sometimes, especially when it comes to you. he's irresistible, using that indescribable charm of his at his advantage that always end you wrapped around his fingers.

‘one more’ he says for who knows how many times already, but you still let him—let him mess you up just a little more than you are at the moment.

“caleb!”

you gasp his name in finality as you let go of the knot within you, body languidly shuddering from the ecstatic release.

“fuckfuckfuck—oh my g—!” caleb couldn't suppress his moans anymore, too overwhelmed from the pressure of euphoria building within him as he chased his own impending crescendo. “‘m gonna cum—shit—gonnacumgonnacum.”

he's basically fisting the sheets as he drives into you, pounding you to the edge of oblivion as he pants incoherent confessions against your neck.

“please cum…please cum!” you squirmed and cried beneath him, your nails digging delectably onto his skin as you took all his desperation like the good girl you were for him.

only did he finally let go when you slide and scratch that erogenous zone on his lower back, eliciting a blissful surrender from him as he lays his weight above you. caleb stays still for a moment to catch his breath, whimpering your name like a mantra as he spills inside you, warm and thick, grounding his hips like he wants to reach the depths of you — insatiate.

“cay…—’s comin’ all out.”

it’s all too much, you can't help but shiver from the overstimulation he orchestrates, whimpering his name in broken spells.

he chuckles, that throaty, breathy kind that made your pussy flutter before pressing a prolonged kiss on your temple — a silent praise.

caleb then pushes his body up with a huff, muscles delectably tensing with his every move. slowly, deliberately, he unsheathes himself out of your enveloping warmth with a greedy groan, an evident globule of ivory spilling out as he does so.

“ah…”

damn, that sweet breathy melody he always coaxes out of you always gets him.

with your lackadaisical state, you watch him wets his lips with a quick flick of his tongue before you feel the warm brush of his palm against the back of your thighs.

“caleb?” you call him breathlessly, astonished at his ministrations.

he hums, sparing you a look — a long one —before hooking them over his shoulders, wincing upon feeling that familiar stretch against your weeping hole once more.

wet. hard. so ready.

“please, pips?” caleb breathes.

god, that ‘please’, like the sound of a man in surrender — his own way of charming you to agree, to let him mess you up a little longer. and you did, once more, let him drag you down to the burning desire with him.

so down he pushes, whispering your name blissfully as he slowly feels himself sink deeper — more than ever — within you. “breathe, pips. just a little more—ah dammit–”

“hah! wai—caleb!”

you squirm from the profound position, hands fisting the plush of your pillowsides as you bear in the indescribable stretch of your body. but caleb holds you still, lifting your hips up slightly as he braces himself to squat above you, a brazen moan slipping from his lips as he takes in your amazing flexibility.

“god—fuck—look at you folded in half, pips—so flexible, my good girl. y’gonna make me cum just by looking at you like this.”

you mewl at his praise, pussy fluttering the further he pushes himself deeper, kissing that bullseye that had your eyes rolling, swirling your sanity to oblivion. and with one last push they hit past your head, hips convulsing from the impossibly deep penetration as a sharp gush of warmth hit his pelvis.

“hah—caleb…f-fuck—”

you're a sweaty, gasping mess. heat immediately coursed through your cheeks as you take in the sight of yourself being folded in half — one fourth to be blunt. and god how caleb just came undone just like that, whimpering like a shameless man as he grounds himself against your sensitivity, spilling white hot ropes of his essence within you for the umpteenth time.

also, this clip's genuinely so funny to me because ohmygod wdym he said that?!🤭 i was caught of guard at first but eventually continued falling inlove hahaha

the very first LI to debut the "what the f—" word in game indeed LMFAO

live, laugh, love our wolf chair of a man 🔛🔝

being the chairman of a renowned corporation, valko is powerful, rigid, and dominant in the field of his career. he's a man who excels at everything — an erudite who's skillful in his profession.

his tongue was no different, sliding expertly on the exact places where he knows that makes you cry out his name.

“mph—valko—!”

you gasp, flying one hand quick enough to muffle the sinful sounds you spell out. the action made valko chuckle — amused, deep — reverberating delectably against your sensitivity. you can't help it, every drag feels like he's pushing you to the edge, add the mind tingling warmth of his mouth, god, it almost swirls you to oblivion.

he rests there, between the plush of your thighs, focused, as his arms coiled and locked around them, restraining the chances of movement you’ll make. it's not after a slow, prolonged stroke between your slit does he pull back, cutting the building pleasure in your stomach, a faint curse slipping out as he eyes on the puffy flesh he'd just feasted on.

you watch him lean against the flesh of your thigh, and despite the transparency of his glasses, the golden hues beneath mirrors the same want as yours.

“fuuuck—valko. valko…”

god, you're chanting his name now. every press of his lips, along with the warmth of his tongue against the sensitivity of your skin — wet, warm — only fueled your need. and valko caught it, the familiar scent of your desire, burning and intensifying in inextinguishable fire right before your hips could even begin squirming from the rigidity of his hold.

fuck.

“your scent…” he breathes out, his voice muffled as he trails the tip of his nose forward, indulging in your saccharine smell whilst leaving wet kisses on its wake. you could feel it — the playful exploration he does with your body — and you could only moan and lean your head back, blissful from the worshipping he performs.

it didn't take long until valko’s movement transitioned back to something of desperation. he pulls you closer by your hips, eliciting a sudden gasp from you when he dives back into you with a thundering growl.

you feel the warmth of his tongue again, clumsily searching its way to your bundle in wet, messy, squelching strokes. “valko!” you gasp his name, hands flying down to tangle them on his locks upon feeling the soft pressure of his canine against your sensitive bean that made you jolt.

the scent of your desire burns against his nostrils, and valko hums at this. “... it's getting stronger—” he whispers now, chuckling against your skin in every slightest tense of your muscles. your hips jerks upon feeling the delectable warmth of his breath kissing against where it hits, a pathetic whimper slipping right after.

your lips quiver from the overwhelming bliss he's giving you — just like you want. valko groans your name like a prayer, each syllable rolling out of his tongue in rich gentle praise.

“please…valko, please—wanna cum…”

and god how that drove him wild. thinking about how you beg him for something he alone can fulfill drives him haywire.

he chuckles as he locks himself between the confines of your thighs. “it's damn addicting—fuuuck—you’re damn addicting.” was all he said — raw, breathless — as he licked you once more.

down he goes this time, spreading the slickness of your slit painfully slowly with the tip of his nose as he traced himself down, leaving messy, and open-mouthed kisses as he moves to drink in where you await him.

this was rushed huhu blame my hands for typing automatically lmao. apologies if this doesn't make any sense, i'm learning about putting proper words for this type of troupe TT. yeah anw this was inspired by his trailer >w<. i'm a sucker for his easygoing nature (ilove him). go ahead and watch it now if you haven't. also, have u heard his chuckle? its eargasm bae btw. oh and i love his glasses too.

oooh, look at these words i don't mean to type but my hands automatically typed.

...yeah. i think should stop right here..

nerd + chairman = fuck me (respectfully), sir.

i've been fed🙇

you had lost count. no, scratch that, you'd gave up counting moments ago of how many times you’d come tonight.

you were utterly breathless: eyes blurry, mind hazy after another exceedingly euphoric release, yet valko seemed like he was far from done with you.

he eyes your nakedness, amusement evident on his lethal visage like you were the center of the universe — worshipping every curve of your body with his sharp, sinful gaze.

he’s catching his breath — ragged, shallow — as he took his time scanning how beautiful of a mess he'd gotten you into. your sprawled-out frame spasmed from overstimulation on his wrinkled sheets, babbling out sweet pleas as you convulsed from your high — an indecent spectacle that only further awakened his animalistic desire.

fuck. he can't help but curse on his mind, groaning as he feels his blood coursed down to where he throbs relentlessly for you.

“valko…”

you called, the tone coming out breathy, almost pleading, and tainting with pleasure. you could feel the radiating burn of his skin against you. it felt electrifying, delectably addicting even, you can't help but mewl at the sensation.

the golden hue of his gaze didn't leave the rawness of your form as you felt the warmth of his palm spreading your legs further, pumping the hardness of his cock with the other, readying for another round.

oh dear. he’s insatiable.

“oh, val—fuck.” you cried out, body shivering from oversensitivity from his small movement.

despite your glossy vision, you could tell he was…amused. his eyes glinted with a perfect combination of inextinguishable need and desire.

who wouldn't be? when he gets to see such a picturesque view beneath him for his eyes alone. with an exasperated sigh, he tapped his heaviness against your slick fold—a clear gesture of his impatience. and you moaned at the pressure, biting the flesh of your lip a little harder.

the warmth of his cock radiates deliciously onto your pooling cunt, and as if fuel to a flame, you burn with the desire for each other relentlessly.

“spread your legs wider for me.” he ordered brusquely, his voice tainting with an immense degree of greed, need — almost predatory — that only turned you on more. and you listened. you obliged like a reflex as you spread your legs exactly like he wants, pussy squelching lewdly as your folds open, beholding your glistening hole.

“fuck…” he licked his lips, attempting to swallow the sinful groan he might slip out.

“wider…”

dear god. you moaned at his needy request. and without hesitation, you obliged — a brazen act that snaps the last string of his restraints.

you're driving him insane.

“fuuck. you think you could take my cock with that gap?” his chuckle reverberates on his chest and god, the way he sounds, it was addictive.

you’re too lost from the hazy bliss of experience that you hadn't realized the sneaky deed he's orchestrating.

biting his lip, he pressed the fatness of his tip in you — splitting you open with a soppy squelch.

“ha—ah!” you gasped at the abrupt pressure, eyes rolling back from the familiar ecstatic stretch between your hips. god, he's that huge.

and with a devious smirk on his face, he leans closer until you could feel the warm fan of his breath against your ears, grazing the sharpness of his canines right there before growling impatiently. “wider.”