⏾ XAVIER .𖥔݁ ˖︎ ִ ༄˖°.

ᯓ✈︎︎CALEB ⋆°•☁︎︎.ೃ࿔

𓅇 SYLUS ࿐ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆❆˚ ZAYNE ｡⊹❅˙.

“Fuck you Sylus,” you cover your face up, grimacing, cunt just pulsing around the air at this point.

“Maybe I’m being too bold, yeah? Well, it’s just I was gonna delete these pictures, since we aren’t together. But I couldn’t help but just get so hard lookin’ at them, especially this one. You on your knees in that slutty Halloween outfit, remember?” He sighs, and you hear a soft moan. “God how you took my cock in your throat, you took all of it.”

You won’t touch yourself to Sylus. You won’t. You’ll just listen and scowl.

“Your throat felt so good, is he getting that? Well I hope he deserves that mouth, that throat, so tight and so slutty. Like your cunt, like that tight ass I was hoping to slide my cock in, I think I only got a couple fingers. Fuck I bet it feels so good, every one of your holes. Mmm…”

Is he?

He better not be.

“Touching myself?”

Fuck Sylus.

“Yeah, I am sweetie, hah – can you just tell? I’ve been stroking my cock to these pictures I have to delete, call me selfish or sadistic, maybe. How can I not get hard thinking of the best pussy I had? The prettiest girl laid out in front of me, or in this picture knelt. I had your wrists bound behind your back, remember?”

Of course you remember, and you hate him for it – for thinking of how good it felt when his cock choked you, gagged out, spit and drool pouring from the sides of your mouth, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. Sucking in through your nose and grinding your messy cunt on his fancy dress shoes.

Good girl, doin’ such a good job, kitten. That’s it, takin’ daddy’s cock like that? Like you’re made to?

Yep, you called him daddy – how do you not call Sylus daddy, when he’s cupping your face gently with one hand, pulling your hair so hard it hurts with the other? Fucking your throat right in your kitchen, chuckling the way he does, whimpering when his tip glides against your uvula.

“I remember you’d suck me off so good I’d whine out, like pathetic you made me…” He sighs louder, you hear it then, a messy wet stroke. “Even spit doesn’t compare, not when I had that wet throat around me. Suckin’ me like you had something to prove, mmm, fuck…”

“You ass…” You’re not touching yourself, you’re gonna stop this voicemail.

Right?

“Listen, just need to cum to you once more, fuck just once, I don’t think I’ll ever even get hard again for someone, not now that I had you. Fuck and I didn’t tell you, how much I loved it, cumming in your throat, kissing you after, tasting myself. You were such a good little fuck toy for me, hmm? Yeah, you were.”

Sylus is stroking his cock faster, you can hear it – the fwap fwap fwap, the little moans, your nipples are so hard your piercings are just poking through your sleep top, the untouched ones your date barely caressed. Not Sylus though, he’d tongue those little nipple rings until you came just from that, cup them, spit on them.

“I know you’re wet, you’re probably dripping through your shorts, slutty girl barely wears panties, huh? Well, I’ll admit… you’re missing a couple pairs.”

“Freak.”

“You’re probably calling me a freak,” you hate, hate, hate him. “But I bet you get off on it, huh? Knowing how desperate I am for you, knowing I lick them just to remember your taste. I’m gonna be so sad when your scent is gone, f-fuck…”

He’s stroking faster, you hear his hitch of breath, burying your face in your pillow, trying your best not to give in.

“Oh, kitten, the way your pussy tastes, so sweet, fuck I hope he licks you every single day, every time he’s near you. I did, but I’d do it even more if I ever could again, have your squirt gushing down my face, your thighs squeezing my head. The way you fucked my face, I’d do anything just to feel that again, to drink you up, slurp your cunt until you’re pulsing.”

Your fingers slip down your tummy, you’re soaked, ridiculously uncomfortably soaking wet and sticky. You pull back, trying your best not to give in, but him and that velvety voice continue, his moans soft and rushing into your ears. You can’t keep listening, not to this.

Yet you don’t stop the voicemail.

“How you’d grip my tongue, fuck is any pussy that tight? Even after you’d cum three or four times and I slid my cock in, the way she’d clamp down on him – hah – fuck I wanna be inside that pussy right now. I meant for this to go better, sweetie, I really did, but this picture? Of my cum leaking from your hole, your ass littered with handprints?”

He moans, stroking faster.

“I wanna lick my cum right out of it, I know I used to finger it back in, you’d push it out like the messy girl you are. But I never did get to lick it, did I? Fuck, I would love to eat it out then spit it right back into your mouth, you used to love to swallow my spit… mnhh… oh I’m finally getting close, just thinking of that. I bet you’d kiss me with all my cum swapping between us hmm?”

Fuck it.

Who will know if you touch yourself?

Your fingers slip down to your needy clit, it twitches underneath your touch, making you whimper as he moans, running little circles on your sticky, messy cunt, listening to the man who fucked your brains out jerk it to you.

“I know you’re touching yourself, you can’t lie to me,” he chuckles, you would want to smack him if you weren’t already moaning out, gripping your sheets. “You’re such a little slut for me, I am so mad he’s getting that. Does he really deserve it? Does he make you cum till you’re such a mess you’re drooling?”

“Ngh…” Your fingers pump in and out of your messy hole now, quivering walls begging for more.

For Sylus.

“Oh fuck, just thinking of your little fingers buried in your perfect cunt?” His breath catches audibly, the sounds of him milking his cock are obscene, cunt just spasming now, hardly able to keep yourself together, taking several shaky breaths. “That’s it, keep fingering that perfect pussy, but I bet you’re missing my fingers. Do his hit like mine? Hah, I doubt it, but I hope he does.”

You’re covering your own mouth, cunt dripping down your ass, making a mess of your sheets, picturing his instead, how they hit that spot you can’t, how he’d hit your cervix with just his fingers. Your eyes roll back, heel of your hand grinding on your clit, desperately whining out and muffling it, as if his voicemail could hear.

“You deserve to come every fucking day, y’know that? Over and over, after work I should have been there between your thighs, drinking you. Should have made sure you didn’t go to work without my load dripping from you – mnh – close, so close now, but I keep stopping, looking at these pictures. My cum should be shot down your throat, in your cunt, not all over my hands.”

“F-fuck you…” You’re cussing even as you’re rolling your hips, bucking them up for friction, so wet your fingers slip.

“You’re such a good girl I know you’re listening, I wish I could hear that squelch, y’know? Your cunt is so loud, sweetie, god I can hear it from the memory, when I’d play with you at the restaurant, and you’d blush the way you do? Hah, remember you stroking my cock under the table, with all your friends? Fuck you’re slutty – but I loved it, how slutty you are. Are you close, baby? You gonna cum one more time?”

“No, no,” you’re already about to fall off the edge.

“Play with your tits too, perfect tits, remember when you fucked me with them? My dick gliding up and down them, all covered in my spit, you were suckin’ the tip - ah! - suckin’ it s’good…”

His words are slurring as he works his cock faster, these moans just ruining you, making you remember them in your ear now.

“Imagine getting to fuck you again, I’m trying so hard to be happy – but I just know he won’t be able to give you what I can. I know he won’t spend an hour fucking you with his tongue until you’re such a mess you’re babbling, know he won’t decorate every pretty inch of your body with cum like I did.”

Sex, it was just sex, and now you have a relationship, right? Sylus was just a friend you fucked – a friend who ruined your mind, who wrecked your body, who had you crying out ‘daddy’ as he pumped so much cum you could hardly take it. Now he’s jerking it to your pictures and he just had to make you wet, had to have you about to cum for him.

“This picture, you’re just so fuckin’ beautiful, kitten. You love when I call you kitten, stop lying.”

“Do not.”

“You do,” you glare but your gummy walls are quivering, cunt so wet and tummy so tense it hurts. “You love it when I call you a good girl, when I said how I wanted to breed your pussy. Remember me shoving you in a mating press, hmm? Telling you to keep all that cum inside you, folding your thighs back until I had you bent in half? Oh, sweetie, imagine being inside you again, cumming in your perfect hole.”

You gasp out, orgasm about to rush through you.

“I’d do anything to feel it again, feel her milkin’ my cock, watch it bulge in your tummy, you just took it like you were made for it, made for me. You are, aren’t you? Your cunt knows my shape, you know you don’t want him, you know you deserve all I have to give. You deserve more. I’ll give it too, fuck if you just gave me one m-more time… got me stuttering, don’t you kitten?”

Your vision darkens, thighs shaking, you hate him for this.

“Don’t forget your clit, you love my rough fingers on it, hmm? Cum for me, cum with me, remember us cumming together? Your aftershocks I’d do anything t-to feel ‘em again. That’s it, give me it, cum so hard you make those sheets a mess, I’m so desperate I’d lick your juices off them.”

His voice does get desperate, as he strokes his cock, you hear spit and vividly picture him trailing it down on that perfect pink tip, leaking all that pre you miss coating your tongue.

“I’d fuck you right now, he doesn’t even have to know. You just deserve it, deserve to cum on my cock, don’t you? You’re such a good girl, such a pretty fuck doll, you should get to squirt on me. Just once, just once, I could live off it, jerk it to you, picture you when I’m inside anyone – but I know it won’t be as tight, I know they won’t take it like you. Kitten, f-fuck… just once.”

“I hate you, mnh!” You shatter then, cunt clenching, vision going white, your thighs soaking from how much of your juices spurt out, and you can hear him cumming too. His groan is so sexy you can only imagine it in your ear – ruined, throaty, as if you’re right there getting filled to the brim by him, as if he’s painting your walls in white. 

You hate him. You hate him for this, for making you cum in time, for hearing his shaky breaths, those alone almost taking you out.

“You’re such a good girl, I know you came so hard,” you ease your fingers out, a trembling mess, looking at the slick coating them. “Fuck just once more, I didn’t get to tell you… that I fucking love you.”

You gasp now, staring at the phone.

“Listen, I know you’re with him, I just… I can’t stop missing you, fuck…” He’s wiping himself up, shaky as he talks, you can see it so vividly, his handsome face with those eyes shut. “Missing us, I should have told you I fell… I was scared as shit of what this was, I thought we had time.”

Tears spill from your eyes now, hastily cleaning yourself up, covering your face and sinking into the bed. “You don’t.”

“I do,” he murmurs, voice still broken by his little breaths. “I wish I’d asked you to be more, not just let some loser date you, touch you. You deserve everything, deserve to be in my mansion, not your apartment. Deserve to eat steak and drink the finest wine every night, not lift a finger, then have me on my knees. Don’t you, sweetie? Deserve more than I gave.”

You feel your tummy in knots, skin burning.

You loved Sylus but you didn’t say it, you knew you were just a fuck buddy to him… or so you thought.

Were you really more?

“God no one can make me cum like this,” he exhales now, you look at the time, the voicemail is finally ending, your hand shakes as you hold the phone, watching it tick by. “Just once, then I’ll leave you alone, give you my blessing.”

Sarcastic little shit.

“I’ll be home, I’ll be here waiting if you want to cum… if you want to be bred by me, if you want me to make you squirt until you pass out. Want me to suck on your nipple rings the way you like, brush your hair back and call you a good girl, worship your pussy. If you wanna choke on my cock, want me to pull your hair, wanna use me. Any part of my body, all yours to use.”

It’s quiet, he hums just a bit, in a horrible off tune – Sylus can’t sing for shit. A man can’t be rich, gorgeous, six foot four and sing, really. Your lips are trembling in a smile, despite yourself.

“I’m here at your disposal if you want it once more, or,” he trails off. “If you want to keep using me. I’ll be waiting, kitten.”

“Oh fuck you.” You throw your phone across the room, trying your best to fucking keep it together.

You’re not just gonna go over there because he jerked off on your voicemail, what’s he even thinking!? A conceited, arrogant man, so self sure, as if he just knows you’ll fold from it, from knowing you have that effect on him. Not you, you’re independent, you’re not someone to just jump and run at someone's command - no matter how commanding Sylus might naturally be.

Your phone starts ringing, you rush to grab it.

“What do you want!?”

“Um… hi baby?” You sigh now, realizing it is your very sweet boyfriend. “I came to call and tell you you’re so pretty and perfect, and I can’t stop thinking of you.”

You slide down your own door to the floor, wincing, feeling instantly guilty that you fingered yourself to Sylus’ voice. “Oh? Um, that's sweet!” Maybe you could get excited about him, instead? “How are you thinking of me?”

“I’m thinking about… how I came, and you stroked me,” you bite down on your lip, maybe this will excite you! Maybe Sylus was just loose ends that needed to be tied.

“Oh? Are you? What did you like about it, me making you cum?”

“I uh… I liked… cumming?”

Fuck.

Shit, fuck, shit actually.

Your eyes flutter shut. “Are you thinking of making me cum?”

“You didn’t?”

You glare at the phone, lips parted. “How could I, you just touched my nipple ring, that was it?”

“But you liked it, right? I um… will play with your other nipple - hah!”

You sigh loudly.

“Are you moaning, touching yourself? Thinking of me-”

“I’m sorry, I can’t date you.”

“Huh!? Sweet pretty angel - what!”

“I just… can’t,” you curse under your breath. “It’s definitely me that’s the problem, okay? You deserve someone who… cums jerking you off. I can’t.”

“Well maybe if you jerk me off more you-”

“Okay I gotta go.”

You hang up and stand then, looking in your mirror, putting your hair up, before you talk yourself out of it, you’re throwing on a hoodie, snatching up that lube Sylus loves to use, the kind that tastes sweet when you lick his cock once he pulls out of your hole. You’re trembling when you drive over to his mansion in the middle of the night, hoping he’s not there, hoping you can save face.

But no, he’s there.

*****

“Look what’s at my doorstep,” he murmurs, taking you in. God even in a big hoodie and leggings you’re the sexiest thing there is.

He was desperate leaving that long ass voicemail, jerking it and cumming to you until he was raw from it, hurting knowing not a damn thing would ever come close. Now you’re glaring, crossing your arms, bag slung over your shoulder – your cheeks are tinged with the pretty color of your blush, making his heart race as much as his cock throbs underneath his slacks.

Fuck, imagine you underneath him again? This time he’d never let you go – he’d chain you up, keep you here forever if you just give him a chance. What did you do, to make him so desperate, so needy? Him – Sylus, he could have anyone but who was anyone when they weren’t you, this angry girl on his front porch glaring daggers up at him in the dark.

You’ve been all he wants, and he can’t wait to make you cum till you faint, till you drool, till you cry out his name.

“What will your little boyfriend think, hmm? Though I won’t share your little secret,” he leans low, so tall you have to arch your head back, brushing his fingers across your cheek. “Our secret.”

“I left him,” Sylus’ heart thrums in his chest. “Not for you, but… I…”

“Well?” He crosses his arms, leaning on his doorway. “Are you going to be mine, or not kitten?”

“Dumb fucking nickname,” you tug him down then, kissing his lips, and that’s when it’s over. Tumbling into the foyer of his pretentious mansion, his huge hands all over you, lifting you with one arm like it’s nothing and carrying you. “Mnh!”

“You did miss me, didn’t you sweetie?” He purrs those words, you shake your head, but it’s a fucking lie.

“Did you mean what you said, psycho?” You breathe out, thighs on either side of his hips, his huge hands gripping your ass, pressing you against that wall.

“I meant all of it,” he sighs now, easing you down, letting you slide across his body. “Show me how much you missed me.”

“Make me.”

Sylus shoves you down on your knees now, you look up at him so obediently, so pretty. “Hands behind your back, mouth open.”

Only for Sylus have you ever submitted, but how can you not, when his ruby eyes look down at you like that, when he undoes his belt ever so slowly, leather and metal quietly clicking. Your breaths are coming faster, still in your hoodie when his cockhead brushes your lips, smearing them in precum like a gloss, coating them in a white you lick off.

“Open wider,” you open your mouth, tongue out for him, earning his moan, his huge hand gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. “That’s it, good little kitten. Gonna swallow my cock, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you’re moaning when you suck him, letting him fuck your throat, hands eagerly behind your back as instructed, looking up to see the mess you’re making of him.

“Perfect little throat, fuck,” he breathes out, holding your face in place to fuck into your throat, stretching it until it burns, bulging inside your neck with how thick he is. Your eyes do him in, hopelessly beautiful, filling with tears. “Love your throat, love how tight it is, f-fuck I miss you…”

You’re swallowing him down, cunt dripping, pulsing around the air as you rock back on your heels, gasping for a breath just to get suffocated by him. Spit is spilling down in gossamer strings, your hair is just a mess between his fingers when he tugs that scrunchy out, your skin flushed so pretty.

He groans, your throat squeezing around him, taking him so deep your nose is against that white hair nestled over his cock, swallowing around him to where he almost cums down your throat. He pulls back, sucking in a sharp breath, before shoving in fully, his heavy balls press into your chin, full of cum.

He grips your hair tighter, thrusting in deep, his cock twitching before he pulls fully out, leaving you gagging, tears slipping down the corners of your eyes. “Good girl, my good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod without arguing, biting your now swollen lower lip, looking up at him under your lashes, pupils blown out. “Sylus…”

“Mine,” he tugs you up now, pressing a kiss to your lips, tasting his own pre on your tongue. “My slutty little kitten.”

“You’re so fucking possessive,” you mutter against his lips, he chuckles against them when you wrap your arms around his neck.

“And you get off on it, hmm? Did you cum for me?”

“You wish,” he chuckles again, the sound far too throaty and inviting when he picks you up, carrying you up the stairs to his bedroom, you’d hardly been here, usually he was at your place. Even the blankets and sheets he tossed you on are stupidly expensive, soft underneath your skin as he climbs over you.

“Did you?”

“Shut up,” you tug him down, pressing your lips to his once more, moaning into his mouth as his hands slide under your hoodie, fingers dancing across your ribs, tracing the lace of your bra, exhaling as he feels your nipple.

“Imagining not sucking these tits again was tragic baby,” Sylus calling you baby fucks you up even more, he shoves that hoodie up now, showcasing your tits that are barely hidden by lace. “Perfect, pretty tits.”

Sylus has you tied up to his bed posts before you can process what is fully happening, completely naked aside from your soaking wet panties you wish he’d take off. He’s smacking your tits, watching them jiggle and moaning, your nipples hard and begging for his mouth.

He spits right on one nipple, slathering around that saliva, watching it perk up before he sucks it in his hungry mouth, cheeks hollowing, the metal flicking right on his tongue. “Oh, f-fuck… Sylus, please.”

“Patience, sweetie, wanna take my time,” he smirks down at you, crimson eyes black with need. “Missed this, missed your pretty body, these tits, those hips… these thighs. Oh, and this pretty cunt – but, you hurt my feelings, y’know?” You’re tugging at the restraints, moaning softly when he leans down, pulling your panties aside and spitting right on your cunt.

“You’re m-mad at me? Really, y-you… ah!” He spits again, watching that bubbly trail down your puffy folds, groaning at the sight of it trailing. “Sylus, in me, please.” 

“Mmm, not yet. Missed this too much, need to take my time,” he chuckles, tongue slipping, gathering your sweetness. He groans now, cock rutting against the mattress, only wearing a pair of red boxer briefs and nothing else. You taste so good he’s leaking more pre, hurting. “Fuck you’re sweet.”

“Want you in me, fuck I drove all the – Sylus!” He’s lavishing your clit in a mean circle, teasing, not giving you what you need.

“Shh, or do I need to gag you? I will gladly. Mmm, but then I love to hear your cute little moans, when I stuff your tiny cunt so full. Oh, need something?”

“Hate you,” you grumble, he grins, the lines of his teeth against your heated cunt. “Need to cum, please.”

“Answer me, and I’ll consider it,” you’re narrowing your eyes, but the roll back the moment his tongue fucks your quivering hole, gripping that wet muscle. His moans vibrate against your cunt, long fingers digging into your thighs. “Oh she did miss me. Now, did you cum to my message?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, only for him to pull away.

“I did, okay!?” He chuckles again, slipping two long fingers in your hole. “Oh f-fuck yes, please…”

“You’re so sweet like this, tied up and at my mercy,” his silvery locks fall over a brow, eyes so dark all you can see are red rings around his pupils, curling his fingertips up in your gummy walls, tapping that spot that makes the pressure build. “Those sounds you make, been playin’ in my head, over and over.”

He’s fingering you faster, panties still tugged to the side, your tits rising and falling with your shaky little breaths. He moves them in and out now, scissoring ‘em with a messy squelch, dragging every movement so you feel all the callouses, the ridges of his fingers. You’re screaming out, head falling back, wrists burning from the tugging.

“Mmm, cum f’me like this, then maybe I’ll let you have my cock,” it’s too late, you’re already shattering for his mouth, when he sucks your twitchy lil clit right in his hot, eager mouth, humming off tune the way he does.

“Sylus! Nghhh!” You’re so sweet like this really, not the feisty mean little thing he’s used to, no, you’re pliant, your cunt is spasming around his fingers, clit jumping as you gush and gush, screaming out and trembling.

“So cute like this,” he whispers, pulling back and licking his lips now, grin diabolical on his face, glistening with you. He leans over now, pulling his fingers out, shoving them in your mouth. “Clean these up, made a bit of a mess, didn’t we? Did you mess up your sheets hearing me stroke my cock?”

You can’t even answer and he knows it, sucking your arousal off his thick fingers, earning a - good girl - as you bob your head up and down, eyes lidded and heavy. Your cunt is still spasming from you cumming, his thumb running little circles around your clit, pushing you even further.

“Too much, too much, in me,” he clicks his tongue just a bit, smirking as he overstimulates it even more. Your hips jerk back, pressing into the mattress, thighs trying to close and failing with the restraints he has on your ankles. “In me, fuck, s-stop teasing.”

“Oh you’re such a needy kitten,” Sylus steps off the bed, slipping down his boxers finally, his heavy cock slapping his flat abdomen, leaking milky pre, making your tummy just clench up even more. You had it in your mouth but you’re dying to have it buried inside.

“Mmm, wanna touch you,” you whisper, tugging again, he undoes your ankle restraints, leather unbuckling from your skin, but he leaves the wrists. “Meanie.”

“Am I mean? No, mean would be this,” he smacks your cunt with his heavy cock, over and over, not giving you anything else, messy wet sounds echoing in his dark room, lit only by an ostentatious chandelier.

“Who has a fucking chandalier in their room? Ah!”

“Me,” he smirks and smacks your cunt with his fingers, pulling back and lifting your thighs, over and over, making your cunt swollen, red marks lifting where his fingers leave whelps. “Ah, need more?”

“Fuck me,” he pauses then, he wants to tease but god you’re pretty, he almost busts when you arch your hips, tits jiggling with the motion, once again toying with your restraints. “Inside, fuck. Please, I said please.”

“Mmm but you were a bad girl, tsk,” he takes your panties now, covering your cunt back up.

“Sylus!”

“Mhm?” He grinds his thick cock over your slit, smirking down at the wet mess they have become. “This fabric, it’s ruined sweetie.”

“Then t-take it off,” he doesn’t listen, spitting a filthy string of bubbly saliva, rubbing over it again, pressing his cock head almost inside with the cotton in the way, torturing you. “Thought you missed my pussy?”

“Oh I do,” he yanks the panties off until they rip. “Whoops.”

“Can’t stand you.” He just grins, far too fucking attractive, you’re all talk though – you love him teasing you, edging you, making you beg for it. You love all of it.

You love his psycho ass too, not that you’d say it till you got his cum spurted up in your needy hole, though.

“Need something more? Here’s my cock,” he rubs up between your slit, gliding his entire shaft, hovering over you now. Two silver crosses dangle and brush your skin when he kisses your swollen lips, moaning into them. “Aww are you crying, kitten?”

“Fuck off,” you breathe out, mascara trailing down on your cheeks.

“So pretty like this,” he pulls back now, undoing your wrists. “Behave or I’ll put them right back.”

You just swallow and nod, they’re so numb but he’s gently rubbing them, like he’s not torturing you. He’s gliding his tip up and down, up and down, you’re so wet it keeps slipping, but he won’t put it in. He teases a tip, stretching that tight ring of muscles, only to pull right back, sucking in a breath when you clamp down.

“Ready for me, sweetie?” Your glare just makes him grin. “Fuck I love when you’re mad at me, makes your cunt even better when it wraps my cock.”

How dare he talk like that in that voice.

Sylus slips his cock in, but he bottoms the fuck out, your nails gripping his biceps and digging in, earning his muffled moan, the pain making him suck a breath. He eases back on his knees, dragging your hips so you’re taking all you can, tip pressing on your cervix.

“Look at that,” he whispers, mesmerized with how your tummy just bulges with his cock. “Oh you’re so perfect, takin’ me like this? Look at me ruining your insides, all me, just me.”

Sylus is pussy drunk on three strokes in your cute little pussy, watching his cock move in and out, groaning. His head falls forward, those dark lashes fluttering shut, moving inside of you faster, faster, until you can’t take it. He has you cumming before he even ‘lets’ you, he’s too fucked up on you to tease anymore.

You’re both so sensitive, he’s whimpering, whispering your name, railing your cunt harder and harder, making you see white. Wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin the only thing you can hear over your own desperate cries and that ringing in your ears, just hints of him moaning your name, fucking into you harder, like he’s never gonna get enough.

"That's it, takin’ all of it, every fucking inch," his rhythm is brutal, cockhead bruising your cervix with every deep fuck in your messy hole. Fuck swollen folds moving along with every glide, tummy so full of him. “Gonna take all my cum, my perfect, pretty fuck toy, hmm?”

You can’t answer, just a nod when he overstims your little clit again, buried to the hilt. Your thighs lock up on either side of his slutty, narrow waist, cunt clamping down on him like a vise. “Mnh!”

“That’s it, milking me, huh? So fucking pretty, look how you take me,” he’s losing it at the sight of your pretty face, your black streaked cheeks and glimmery eyes, lips trembling, whispering his name. “Want it, pretty?”

“Mhm, ah!” You barely make out a word, his cock starts throbbing, thickening inside of you.

"Gonna fill this pretty pussy up with so much cum," he pants, his voice ragged. "Gonna pump you so full of me it'll be dripping out for a week. You want that? You want me to breed your pretty lil cunt, kitten?"\

You’re too fucked out to answer, you can nod eagerly, when his heavy balls just start pumping, and you feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum painting your insides, warmth flooding as he leans over you, moaning, kissing up your neck. His lips drift to your ear, feeling your aftershocks push more and more white ropes from him.

“Oh fuck, you deserve all of it,” he whispers, leaning back now to look at you. “I need a picture of this pretty pussy pushing all this cum out.”

“Mmm, psycho,” he just smirks, but your phone is ringing as he uses it, snapping pics of your cum. “Oh god, don’t answer.”

He does it anyway, devious shit that he is, smirking and spreading your pussy lips wide, watching the creamy release pour out. “Mmm, your ex-girlfriend you mean? Well, she’s spread in front of me, dripping my cum. Who’s this? Well, it’s her new boyfriend.”

“Sylus!” He parts your thighs, snapping another pic now.

“Don’t worry I won’t send them, he doesn’t deserve to see you. These are just for me to stroke myself. Oh, I’m still on the phone…” He shuts it off and you giggle until he’s got you bent over. “Arch, sweetie, we’re not even close to done tonight.”

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And maybe, just maybe, normal was not what you were acting. No, definitely not. You were acting like the complete opposite of normal.

The moment you walked into the living room after getting cleaned up—Sylus was sat on the couch, slumping on the material as he rested his eyes from the bright light outside.

"Did you eat?" You ask, slowly walking towards him while trying to forget that image of him in your mind.

Shirtless, laying atop of you. One hand on your shoulder, the other one gliding along your body–

“–Tch.”

“What’s got you all riled up, sweetie?”

His voice left his lips in a deep, groggy tone—like he just…woke up?

“Did you sleep on the couch? And nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Mmh,” he patted his fingers on the space next to him and nodded for you to sit down. Hesitating, you stare at the invitation then draw your gaze to his tensed veins poking through his hands…

“I- uh, no need… I’ll just–“

“Come here, sweetie.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you stopped the words eating your brain—telling you to just get back to your room and scream into your pillow just at the mere sight of him—yes! Just leave! You must resist!

But every futile attempt at resisting left you already inching to the sofa, plopping on the couch, just leaving a little amount of space between the two of you.

“What happened last night?” Sylus asked, leaning his head toward your shoulder, not resting on it, just lingering atop of it.

“Nothing happened! But… tell me why you were sleeping on the couch.”

“Because.” Eventually, his head that was once ghosting over your shoulder, made contact with your skin—plopping onto it and nuzzling himself in your touch like a kitten.

“Because?”

“A kitten was restless last night.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach; pounding harder than the occasional butterflies you used to get from his snarky tone. However, you don't indulge in his words, you don’t say anything, and just stay silent. Patiently waiting for his next words.

“She was moving around, kicking the air, hogging the blanket and…”

Sylus raised his head to look at you, peering at you with a deadly glowing iris which was impossible to look away from.

“…making too much noise.”

“It- I just had a nightmare!”

“Did you? Then enlighten me in this ‘nightmare’ you had.”

“You were in it.”

Sylus stayed silent, nodding and waiting for you to continue. But the words kept getting stuck in your throat and the lies you had in your mind were hard to get out. All you had to do was make up a story. The complete opposite of what you had.

“We were on a field of flowers…”

You both were on the bed.

“And I was lying on the ground, playing with a few flowers between my fingers while I waited for you to, uh, come to me.”

You were lying on the bed, fiddling with the sheets as you patiently waited for Sylus to come to you.

“It seems kind of sweet so far, don’t you think?”

“It gets worse! Then you come over to me and…get on top of me, holding tightly onto me as you roll us down the hill.”

Sylus eventually laid on top of you, curling his arms around your figure, pulling you close before he leaned in, peppering your face with soft kisses.

“We eventually stop on a heavier field of flowers, and you flip me over, so that I’m… on top of you.”

The grip Sylus had on you was deadly. His fingers sunk in your skin, and in a swift movement—he flipped you over until you sat on top of him, pressed against his aching boner.

“What did you do?” Sylus whispered, interlocking his fingers with yours.

You purse your lips, trying to think of a simple lie—something that will make him forget about your words seconds later…but it was impossible when the vivid image in your dream was the only thing you could think of.

You move your hips in a slow movement, rocking languidly against his warm skin—pressing against his standing boner with every thrust; making Sylus groan in response, grabbing onto your hips to guide you to a patient rhythm.

His fingers eventually skip up your body, stopping on your arms to stop you to a halt. You couldn’t hear a word he was saying—everything coming out of his mouth was mumbled and static like a broken radio. The only thing you could see was his pleading eyes, begging for something you couldn't decipher.

You press your thighs together and shake your thoughts away. "I actually don't remember..." You mutter, glancing at Sylus who was only staring at you with an amused look. You didn't understand why he was so happy—so elated at your words, but you didn't bother prying.

"Impossible. This doesn't seem like a nightmare at the slightest." Sylus spoke up, interrupting the silence and inching closer, leaning on your shoulder again. But instead of him giving you another teasing remark, or staying silent, he started...giggling?

The soft scoffs, quiet breathless laughs escape his lips like you were telling him a joke. Which, in your defence, was a joke. But it wasn't funny! You didn't even understand why he was laughing at this very moment.

"Why are you laughing? This wasn't a funny dream."

"Hah- Nothing.. not laughing at you. C'mon, keep telling me more about your nightmare."

You hum, resting your finger on your chin and tried to make up something. "Well, if you're laughing right now.. I remember you were smiling as I placed flowers on you. Between your hair, on your outfit…"

You lean forward, planting sloppy kisses on his face—exactly like he did to you. His breath hitches as he lets you continue kissing him up, marking him like he was going to disappear if you let go. But before you could give him more kisses, he suddenly turned you over, pinning you down the bed, slowly discarding your clothes beneath his touch.

You don't fully remember what happened after that, and how it led to another specific moment—that moment that got you riled up, and waking up a mess—but you don't bother continuing and space out for another minute.

You eventually end up bare beneath his large figure, staring at him with so many emotions running through your mind; none of them were negative though—it was all like you were finally receiving a cure for your pent up desire built in you for ages.

Sylus grinned, something that was so menacing, so challenging—he eventually propped your hips against his, grinding a slow rhythm against you, slapping his tip on your folds before slowly moving in, just pestering your entrance with a gentle tease of his hard tip already stretching you out at the small touch.

You squirm, feeling him sink a little deeper while he was reassuring you everything was okay, that you were fine under his touch. The soft feeling of his skin thwacking! against you at every cruel thrust made you throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your brain until you could see stars.

Even if it was a dream. You still had a tiny bit of hope, despite trying to deny it, that you wished it was real. Maybe just a little bit.

“It’s that interesting, huh?”

“Mhm.” You hum, lifting yourself off the couch and slowly heading back to your room. The conversation seemed to be finished, there was no need to talk anymore. His presence was already too much to handle—

“Well then, I liked it.” Sylus replied.

You freeze, swallowing the lump in your throat and slowly turn your body towards his. “Did you? I didn’t finish yet.”

“I did. And don’t worry about finishing it, I assume something horrible happened toward the end, right?”

“Yeah.. something really bad happened which was probably the reason why I was restless…”

“Right. Then, Would you like to recreate it?”

“I mean–”

“And I wasn’t talking about the little story you made up.” Sylus interrupted, staring at you with a painful smirk on his lips that read: ‘I won.’

“What.”