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absolute masterpiece.

Devil's Hands

A/N: @otomiyaa Happy Birthday, dear~ 🥳🎂 I hope that you will have a wonderful day today~ I tried myself on writing something with this man here and hope that I managed to match his personality well enough. Wish you all the best~

Summary: Surprise

Words: 1,749 words under the cut

In the dimly lit confines of Sylus’s mansion, the air hung heavy with tension. You’d been trapped in this place for what felt like an eternity - only three days, in reality, but each moment stretched out unbearably under Sylus’s gaze.

You could feel his presence before you even saw him, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon, its electric charge prickling the hairs on the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps.

He was sitting on the edge of his desk, his red eyes locked onto you as you stood awkwardly by the door. Sylus had an aura that was impossible to ignore - a dangerous mix of arrogance and charisma that pulled you in even as you wanted to resist. Every interaction felt like a game, a psychological battle where you were always seemed to be a step behind.

“Well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence,” Sylus drawled, his lips curling into a wicked smile, “you’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you? I don’t like being avoided.” You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. “I wasn’t avoiding you,” you replied, though even to your own ears it sounded unconvincing.

Sylus gave you a low chuckle. “Liar,” he mumbled, soft but firm. He stood up, closing the distance between you in two long strides. You tried not to flinch as he came closer, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something darker. “I can always tell when you’re lying, you know.”

The way he looked at you made your heart race, a mix of fear and something else- something you couldn’t quite name. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “What’s the matter? Afraid of me?” You shook your head, more out of instinct than actual denial.

The white-haired laughed softly, a sound that made your entire being tremble. “You’re not a very good liar, are you?” he whispered, his hand reaching up to brush a stray hair away from your face, the back of his hand barely touching your skin. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the bed, his grip firm but not painful.

“…Sylus!” You tried to pull back, but he was too strong and within seconds he had you lying on your back on the soft sheets. He straddled you, his knees on either side of your hips, and pinned your hands above your head, his long fingers wrapping around both your wrists effortlessly like a snake catching its prey, ready to devour it.

“There, much better,” he murmured with a satisfied smirk, “you look so much prettier when you’re trapped like this.” Your heart pounded in your chest and you struggled to pull your hands free but it was useless. His grip was unyielding and the more you fought, the tighter it seemed to become.

“Relax,” he said, his eyes scanning your face, “I’m not going to hurt you… at least, not in the way you’re thinking.” The ambiguity of his words sent a chill down your spine. “What do you want, Sylus?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice steady.

He tilted his head, his gaze dropping to your exposed stomach where your shirt had ridden up slightly during the struggle. “Oh, I think you know,” he replied, his voice teasing, “you’ve been so tense, so defiant… I think it’s time I help you loosen up a bit.” Before you could process his words, he dug his fingers into your side, just above your hip.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming - a sharp jolt of ticklishness that made you gasp. “AhHh!” Your body jerked reflexively, and a giggle slipped out before you could stop it. The touch had been surprisingly gentle and not something you had expected from the other, surprising you more than the fact that he was tickling you.

Sylus’s smile widened, his eyes lighting up with a predatory gleam. “Oh? What’s this? Are you ticklish, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone dripping with mock surprise. “How… adorable.” You could feel your face heating up from embarrassment. You bit down on your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you laugh.

However, Sylus had no intention of making this easy for you. His fingers began to move again, dancing along your side with a deliberate slowness that was somehow even worse than if he’d gone all out. Your body squirmed beneath him as the ticklish sensations grew more intense with each passing second.

Yet, you managed to keep silent, more or less, with just some inaudible sounds coming out from you. The other seemed to be pleased with your reaction, as his smirk grew wider, his red eyes seeming to shine. “Playing the tough one now? You surely like to play games, little kitten~” he teased, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from God knows where.

“Guess that makes us like-minded~” he teased in a bitter-sweet voice and before you knew what was happening, he had both your arms secured, giving him free access to use both hands, before he started kneading your hips.

You tried to twist away, but his weight kept you pinned in place. “S-Sylus, stoHohHOp it! NoOHohho!” you gasped, trying to keep the laughter at bay. His grin only widened. “But why would I stop? I’m just getting started,” he said, his voice filled with that teasing lilt that made your cheeks burn. You tried pulling your arms, but the shackles didn’t move at all.

Look at you, squirming like that… so helpless. I wonder what other spots I can find that’ll make you laugh. He shifted his hands upward, his fingers brushing against your ribs, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. “HaHahaHa n-noHOho! NoHOhot theHehehere!” you pleaded, your voice breaking with each laugh.

Sylus’s eyes darkened with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Oh, but I think this is the perfect spot.” His fingers found a particularly sensitive spot under your armpits, and that was it - you broke. Laughter spilled out of you, loud and uncontrollable, as Sylus’s fingers worked their magic.

“HaHAhahahahahHAha I- aAhahhAhahahah waHahaHait!” You twisted and thrashed beneath him, but his grip remained firm, his body pressed against yours as he continued to tickle you relentlessly. “Sylus, s-s-stoHOhop iHihit! I-I cahahaHan’t!” you begged, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the intensity of it all.

God, I love this, Sylus thought, his eyes raking over your flushed face and the way your body trembled beneath him. Seeing you like this, completely at my mercy… I could watch you like this all day. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, his hands moved lower, trailing down to your hips before sliding up under your shirt to tickle your bare stomach.

“Naughty little kitten, getting demanding now…” he breathed out and slid your shirt further up, revealing more and more of your skin as he took his time to gaze down it you before he continued his attack. Your laughter reached a new pitch, your body arching off the bed as you tried to pull away from his maddening touch.

“HaHahaha plehEehhease! NghHn noHo moHoore!” you cried out, your voice nearly hoarse from laughing so hard. He smirked, his fingers slowing down just a fraction as he looked down at you. “Begging already? I thought you’d last a little longer,” he teased, his fingers continuing their tormenting dance over your skin.

Desperate, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I-I’ll leHEt you kiss meHEh if you stop! ThAht’s what you wahAnt, riHight?!” you said, your voice breathless. Sylus’s hands stilled, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then, his lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.

“Is that so? That's quite the bargaining chip, kitten,” he murmured, leaning down so close that his breath fanned over your lips. “You promise?” You nodded frantically, your heart racing in your chest. “Y-Yes, I promise.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, as if weighing your words. Then, with a soft chuckle, he released your wrists and leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of relief and a rush of adrenaline that shoot through your body. His lips tasted sweet and you felt a strange urge of wanting more from it.

It was as if you had tasted the forbidden fruit. The white-haired seemed to have read your mind, because he gave you another kiss and another, though he didn’t stop at your lips. His face had moved further down, planting a kiss on your neck, feeling your rising pulse under his lips, a kiss on your collarbone, making you tremble in pleasure.

“Nghn…” A moan escaped your lips and you immediately cursed yourself for it. The other didn’t seem to be bothered by it at the slightest, on the contrary, he seemed quite satisfied with your reaction. Licking his lips, he smirked up at your flushed face.

“You really are naughty little kitten~” he teased, giving your stomach a long, teasing lick, earning a high-pitched squeak, followed by a pleasured sound from you that made you wish the ground would open and swallow you up, but you couldn’t find against your own body. He chuckled as he straightened up again, running a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy.

“You really are worth spending time with~” he murmured, caressing your reddish cheek, rubbing gentle over it with his thumb, chuckling when he saw your stunned reaction. You were still blushing, your mind swimming from both the kiss and the lingering ticklish sensations.

“Your too cute when you’re all flustered like this,” he teased before he got up, just like that, leaving you back on the bed. Upon reaching the doorframe, he turned around, his eyes locking onto yours. "Don't run too far, because I like to keep the things I like close to me, that involves you as well my ticklish little kitten~" he teased with a wink, before leaving.

You could still hear his words echoing in your mind, your face still burning from the thought of his hands sliding down your body, your heart beating against your chest with a feeling that you didn’t dare to speak out… and despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile. With Sylus, nothing was ever simple, but maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Rafayel, texting MC after working on a painting:

Rafayel: Okay, I'm done

Rafayel: Cutie

Rafayel: Princess

Rafayel: Babe

Rafayel: Angel

Rafayel: Babygirl

Rafayel: Little one

Rafayel: The names are gonna get mean if you don't start texting back

Rafayel: Three year old fruit roll up

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LADS: SHOWING OFF THEIR BODY THROUGH TEXTS;

Bonus:

That's all for now, thank you

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bullying him

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I think this photo I took and edited of Sylus is.... interesting 😳

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hi guys

I probably forgot some shit but oh well . i'm tired

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"You like this, don't you?"

cw: female reader, use of the term "princess", hand kink, light choking, fingering, finger sucking, voice kink, tickling, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, creampie, light cnc vibes, light humiliation, aftercare, gojo satoru being a menace

summary: gojo discovers all of your kinks and uses them against you.

a/n: once again i have nothing to say for myself & i urge you not to look at me skfejhddsjd. if anyone needs me i will be spiraling into degeneracy

Satoru discovered most of your kinks pretty quickly. He knew you had a thing for hands when he observed the way you always played with his fingers, running your soft hands against his calloused ones, admiring the shape and size. You made it quite obvious, and he made sure to tease you about it as often as he could. He loved wrapping them around your throat as he fingerfucked you, curling his large fingers while he pumped them in and out of your slick hole. He liked tasting you afterwards, often licking your juices off with a twisted smile, but sometimes he’d stick them in your mouth and force you to suck him off instead. You always complied without protest.

He also noticed the way you’d react when he said certain things or used a different tone. He could fluster you with a small threat, embarass you by teasing in a sing songy voice, get you wet just by praising you, talking about how tight your pretty little pussy was, saying how good it felt to be inside you. He laughed whenever he’d see you go all wide eyed and trip over your words, bragging about how easy it was to get under your skin. A few simple words, and you were putty in his hands. He loved having this power over you and took note of the phrases that seemed to get to you the most, using them as often as he could whenever he wanted to mess with you.

But then he discovers that kink. And when he did, he made you regret ever letting him find out.

It starts off as a silly argument. You had eaten the last of the mochi, and when he sees that the matcha flavored sweet he had been saving was gone, he pounces on you and pins you to the couch. Your punishment? Five minutes of tickle torture. He holds your arms down and tickles everywhere his hand can reach while you scream for mercy. Your sides, your stomach, your underarms, your neck. You’re laughing so much you can barely speak, and despite how much you struggle you can’t shake him off. He’s too damn strong, plus he’s got his size to his advantage. You feel two inches tall as he leers over you, his entire body practically swallowing you whole. He giggles wildly as he continues his tickle attack, then he teases you to hell and back to make you laugh even harder. It’s as if he’s getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching you struggle and thrash beneath him, knowing he has the power to torment you as long as he pleases. And those cocky little comments of his keep making it worse.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Oh well. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You cryin’? Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“So you’re weak here… and here? I’ll have to remember this.”

“You’re squirming around so much. It’s turning me on.”

It’s pure hell. And he shows you no mercy. When he finally lets you go, your energy is spent and you can’t even muster a comeback. He drags his fingers down your inner thighs, feeling worked up after seeing you in this state. He’s ready to take you in and claim you as his once more.

That’s when he sees it. The wet spot in your panties, so soaked it’s almost like you’ve peed yourself. He pauses for a moment as a smirk creeps up his face. The realization has finally dawned on him. 

“Wait a minute. You like this, don’t you?”

You don’t have time to protest. He yanks your panties down, nearly ripping them off your legs. He takes his own pants off even quicker, freeing his large cock from the confining black boxers beneath. He takes your thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, pressing the tip against your wet hole. Then, after he shoves himself inside and gives you long, deep strokes, he clamps his hands around your ribcage and digs in.

"I see. My little princess likes being tickled. How cute."

You feel his cock pulse inside you when you start to struggle, your desperate squirming getting him harder. Your hands grasp his wrists, trying with all their might to push him off, but it’s no use. You’re helpless as he tickles the hell out of you, causing you to alternate between frantic giggles and loud moans. He has this crazed grin on his face that makes him look feral, like he’s lost all control and succumbed to his primal urges. The more he tickles, the more you struggle, the harder and faster he goes. Your walls clench around his thick shaft and you throw back your head, an earth shattering orgasm erupting through your body, making you cum so hard that you see stars and colors outside the spectrum. 

That doesn’t make him stop, though. Your nerves are on fire, even more so than before thanks to how hard he’s made you cum. His tickling feels more intense, his expert fingers seek out every sensitive area and linger in the worst spots. He finds a bad one on your lower belly and tickles there until you’re in tears and begging him to stop. He ignores you as usual, grinning wider as he watches you suffer.

After a while, you sense that he’s about to cum. Thank god, because you can’t take any more of this. His thrusts become rapid and frenzied until he finally bursts, filling you with warmth while his cum shoots into your hole. When it starts to drip out, he fucks it back into you, then savors the last of your sweet moans. The tickling ends, and you’re finally allowed some respite.

He cradles your cheeks and wipes the tears off with his thumbs, then kisses you deeply and softly. When you’ve caught your breath, he gives you the glass of water on the nightstand and holds you in his arms until you’ve finished drinking. And as the two of you lay there in one another's embrace, his lips brush against your ear and whisper things that spread goosebumps across your skin.

“So, being tickled turns you on?”

You nod quietly, too embarrassed to speak.

“What an odd little kink," he teases, pulling you closer into his chest. "Well, now that I know your weakness, I won’t have any mercy on you.”

Your clit throb as his words flutter in your ears, a mix of regret and excitement swirling in the pit of your stomach.

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my hand is raised 🙋‍♀️

Over 40 headcanon requests in my inbox and zero Obey Me, after I finish them I might comfort-write some for myself T0T

Are any followers still into obey me RAISE YOUR HANDS.

@ticklygiggles.

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From the Haikyuu!! dj - Sweet Happy Sweet ^^

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Um..

*Runs away on great speed*

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.ᐟ

what happens when you don't use their pet name to call them?

⟡ content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel x gn!reader; more dialogue heavy; silly and cute

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ZAYNE ⟡

“Can you help me put this on, Zayne?”

From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

Zayne’s deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.

You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.

“You’re calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.”

You nodded. “Yes, Zayne, I do think it’s an important step.”

His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.

Folding his arms, he mused aloud. “It took you some time to drop the title ‘doctor’ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me ‘love’.”

You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.

“So, either I did something to make you upset, or”—he leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yours—“you’re playing a trick on me.”

You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.

“Okay, okay, it was a prank.” Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. “I wanted to see how you’d react, but you saw right through me,” you mumbled.

His lips quirked. “I’ve known you for long enough to figure these things out.”

Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.

“Thank you for helping me, my love."

SYLUS ⟡

“Sylus, could you play that new record you bought?”

You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Sylus?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s not what you call me.”

Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. “What are you talking about? Isn’t that your name?”

“Sweetie,” he levelled a look scepticism at you, “that hasn’t been my name for the past month we’ve been together.”

“I still don’t know what you mean, Sylus.”

He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.

“Y/N.”

You’ve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.

“I’m not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.” The softness in his tone made you feel weak. “You can tell me if I’ve done something to annoy you. I won’t be angry.”

“Not at all!” you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. “You haven’t done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.”

All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. “You really do play some dangerous games, kitten.”

Playfulness returned to his voice. “Now then, how will you correct your mistake?”

“Honey,” you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, “could you play that new record you bought now?”

Sylus couldn’t help but laugh at your exaggeration. “Why of course.”

XAVIER ⟡

“Xavier, do you want to try this?”

Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.

“That’s not my name,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. “Of course it is!”

“No, it’s not,” he insisted.

Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.

Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. “You usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.”

Your jaw dropped in amused shock. “You remember all the names I’ve called you?”

His mouth twitches. “There are some more, but… they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.”

That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.

“Xavier!” Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.

“You did it again. You used the wrong name.” He stuck his bottom lip out.

You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. “Come on, don’t be sad darling.”

Immediately, he brightened before you.

“It was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And was my reaction satisfactory?”

“I think it was,” you smiled at him, "but it’s a shame I didn’t film it, it would’ve made for a good Moments post.”

He shook his head. “But, the nicknames we use are only for us.”

The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.

“I don’t want anyone else to know.”

RAFAYEL ⟡

“Are you ready to go yet, Rafayel?”

He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.

“Rafayel,” you called again.

He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.

“Reddie, do you hear something?” he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.

“Rafayel~” you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.

He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.

“You hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.”

Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.

“It sounds like”—he continued—“some kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I can’t make out who it is.”

“Rafayel!” you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.

He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. “I wonder who this person is calling out to.”

“Baby,” you finally conceded, “I’m talking to you!”

It seemed like he couldn’t keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. “Otherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.”

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝…!

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“Yes,” Sylus threw his head back, exposing his adam’s apple. “Just like that.”

Things had gotten a little heated on the couch in the living room.

You two had been watching this old ass movie tied to a soundtrack in Sylus’s vinyl collection as a pastime, and had clearly gotten distracted.

He had been very periodic and methodical with his caresses and touched, before finally leaning over and whispering in your ear, “instead of watching a movie, why don’t we make one?”

Stupid. How predictable.

Sylus was beyond hot though, so you let it slide.

Turning away for a moment to roll your eyes, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle him.

And that’s how you two ended up here.

You’d never had a makeout session so intense.

You felt his hands all over you… you felt like you were on fire.

You were also more than positive that your wetness had leaked all the way through your panties and pants.

“Oh!”

Your train of thought was interrupted when Sylus thrusted right up into you.

It felt so good… you could feel his hard dick pressing right into your clit.

“You shouldn’t give away what you like so easily, sweetie,” He gave one last squeeze to your tits before moving his hands down to grip your waist. “You’re giving me such a large advantage.”

Jesus Christ he talks too damn much.

You didn’t particularly feel like arguing with him today. Sure, it could be fun, but what you really wanted was to shut him up.

Deciding to take the initiative, you repositioned yourself to sit right on his hard dick, and started to roll your hips back and forth.

Sylus inhaled sharply, something you didn’t miss.

Grinding on him slowly and sensually, you feel his hands twitch on your waist as you kissed down his jawline to give his neck a sharp bite.

The sound of Sylus’s heavy breathing and moaning only egged you on further.

“Fuck, kitten,” He shut his eyes tightly, throwing his head back. “Wait…”

Sylus was going fucking crazy.

Why did it feel so good? It was just a little kissing and grinding.

He suddenly felt like a horny teenager all over again.

But it felt so fucking good… you felt so fucking good. Rarely did you ever have the chance to get on top like this.

Maybe he should let you do it more often.

It was so out of character for him, to be moaning and panting like this. His head was a mess.

His boxers were a mess too, all the precum he had been leaking.

The electrifying feeling of your wet cunt dragging over his cock was driving him over the edge quicker than he’d like to admit.

“Wait, please,” Sylus felt fucking neurotic, begging like this. “Y/N… wait…”

It wasn’t long after that Sylus felt himself cum in his pants. Hard.

Holding you tightly by the waist and panting up a storm.

Oh my god… there’s no way he…?

You quickly sat up on your knees, lifting yourself off of his lap to see with your own two eyes.

And he did! There was an unmistakable wet spot right where his dick was.

Fuck… it was so erotic.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

Unintentional dry spells. It was common between you and Zayne.

He was always busy at the hospital and you were constantly running around to kick wanderer ass.

But you two always made that lost time up.

In fact; you can say with full confidence that you preferred the sex after the build up.

There was a particular intensity that came with it that simply couldn’t be replicated.

Nobody else saw Zayne with this level of passion but you.

It was his day off and he had invited you over.

While you two had been once sitting on his couch, things had began to get heated after Zayne initiated a kiss with you, stating how much he missed you.

It was rare for him to verbalize exactly what he felt so boldly.

Oh he was so sweet. The sweetest man you’d ever met.

Cut to you being on top of him with him laying on the couch below you.

You don’t even remember when you got on top of him. Well… not that it mattered.

Not when he was making you feel this good. He was the only thing on your mind at the moment.

“Y/N… please,” You felt his grip on your waist tighten as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Wait…”

Hearing him beg and plead with you was making you unbelievably wet.

You didn’t want to stop. You couldn’t stop. It was too good. And you’d been waiting for him for hours.

With every pass of Zayne’s hard cock over your clothed clit you became more and more aggressive.

“I’m not going to last like this,” He said breathlessly. “Please, my love, enough…!”

Oh my god was it your birthday?

Making Zayne cum in his pants sounded maddening.

He was under you losing his mind.

Zayne could feel how wet you were through all the layers you two were wearing.

The delicious friction of how perfectly you were grinding on him was bringing him to his climax all too quickly.

“Y/N… I’m-”

Digging his fingers into your hips, Zayne came all into his boxers.

Shit… you drove him crazy.

[jqnny]

Luke: Word on the street is that you’ve gone soft, boss.

Sylus: *frowning* Is that so?

Kieran: We would never say such a thing. But we’ve heard it a time or two.

Sylus: We’ll see how soft I am when I snap someone’s—

MC: *walks in upset, holding two halves of a bracelet* Mephisto tore my bracelet off.

Sylus: *immediately stops frowning* Hey, hey, it’s alright, sweetie. Let’s go buy you some new ones, okay?

Luke & Kieran: *cough* Softie. *cough*