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Smutty dom!Xavier (Sex Pollen Pt. 2)

This is part 2 of my Xavier smut series, On The Job Work Hazards: Sex Pollen Made Me Do It. Find part 1 here. You can read it without part one, but it would make more sense in the context of the story. It's also wild that this ended up being an 11k+ word series🤷‍♀️😎

Quick recap: After a battle with a flower wanderer, you and Xavier unexpectedly get a little frisky, and now you're going to finish what you started. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Shen Xinghui | Xavier / MC (fem! reader) Tags: Dominant!Xavier, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex, ass play (f. receiving), shower sex, consensual rough sex, roleplay (consensual non-consent) -- everyone is an adult, nobody gets hurt 😊

Title: On The Job Work Hazards: Sex Pollen Made Me Do It

I wasn’t quite sure how it happened - I had never been swept away and materialized with Xavier before (I didn’t even think it was possible), but we appeared in his apartment in seconds. I gripped his neck a little tighter, frightened of the subtle power he displayed. 

“Xavier…” I questioned, trailing off as I peered up into his face. His eyes were shielded by his bangs, and he wouldn’t meet my gaze. He just slowly released me, letting me slide down his body.

He tapped his watch, and there were beeps and alarms from both of our hunter units as we officially entered the decontamination protocol. In unison, we both took off the watches and set them aside. 

“Do you want to shower first?” he asked, voice quiet and restrained.

He didn’t want to meet my eyes, and I felt a little hurt. “I…did you change your mind?” I ask, a little hesitant but not quite sure how to read his body language. Just minutes ago, he seemed so confident and sure of what he - we - wanted. 

“No,” he said, startled, his eyes jumping up to meet mine. “I just didn’t want to pressure you in case you decided you…didn’t want…”

I sighed in relief, pulling out my ponytail and letting my hair fall down around my shoulders. I could see the bright yellow pollen still dotting my hair, skin and clothing. 

“Xavier, sometimes…” I shook my head lightly. “Look, I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. Haven’t I always been honest with you?”

“Sometimes too honest,” he agreed, nodding slightly. “It can hurt my feelings.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile. “Shaddup.”

“Like that,” he said.

“If you don’t take your clothes off and join me in the shower, I’ll definitely just go back to my apartment instead,” I replied, starting to unfasten the various buckles and straps on my hunter vest. 

His hands immediately got to work, quickly unfastening his buckles and zips, and just as I shimmied out of my vest and undershirt, he was already standing nude in front of me.

I gaped, my eyes drifting down his body in a slow, visual caress. His skin was so pale and smooth (practically hairless except for a few scattered dustings of ultra-light ash brown hair), but a pink flush had started at his cheeks and worked its way down his neck and shoulders. 

“You…” I gulped a little, watching his abs ripple as I stared at his body in awe. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, watching the expressions race across my face. He placed one palm on his belly before sliding it down, taking hold of his rapidly-hardening cock. I swallowed, a little breathless.

“Yes.” I tried to bite back a moan.

“Please take off your clothes, I want to see you too,” he said, his whispery voice more urgent now with his need. He didn’t step towards me, simply watching as my hands started moving once more. I bent down to slide off my boots and socks, and pushed my pants and underwear down over my hips. 

As I stood back upright, he appeared in front of me, the heat radiating off of his skin and warming mine. I could feel goosebumps race over my flesh, and his masculine scent and the soft rustle of his hair twined around my body. I had never wanted someone the way I craved him.

“Touch me,” I half-begged, half-demanded. My nipples hardened in the slightly cool air conditioning. 

He reached out, trailing one finger across delicate collar bones before dipping down to trace along the curves of my breast. Using one finger, he scraped gently over one nipple. I inhaled quietly, my head tipping back slightly as he used his fingernail to scratch along the surface again, and then for a third time. My sensitive flesh tingled, red and slightly puffy.

“Your mouth too?” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out pleading instead. 

“Hm,” he said, neither a yes or a no, simply shifting a little closer. He knew what I wanted, and where I wanted his mouth, but instead, he barely moved to allow his chest to brush delicately against mine, the heated touch of his skin almost like fire to my sensitive flesh. 

His hand drifted away from my nipple, instead sliding down my ribcage and settling at the small of my back. He lowered his head, his soft hair a gentle caress against my cheeks and neck, and he pressed a small kiss to the underside of my chin. 

I tried to bite back the whine of dismay, lifting my chin a little higher to encourage him to trail down my neck and shoulders, but he didn’t move. His tongue darted out to take a lick, and then another, the soft, slick muscle a hint of things to come. I pressed my thighs together unconsciously.

“You said you wanted to be fucked…and then loved. Is that right?” Xavier asked, his voice somewhat muffled against me. 

“Yes,” I whispered. “That’s what I want.”

“Then I’ll need to get you ready,” he murmured, pressing another gentle kiss to my neck before he stepped back, holding out one hand. “Come with me.”

I eagerly placed my hand in his, letting him tug me into the spacious, cream-colored bathroom. His apartment was a lot nicer than mine, but I didn’t stop to take in all the details, just watching as he flipped on the switch in the shower to warm up the water. He let me go to get a thick towel, and I was a little amazed at the casual confidence in his nudity. But I supposed if I had his body (and other gifts), I’d be pretty confident as well. 

“Let me brush my teeth first,” I said, watching his tight little ass clench as he opened a drawer and pulled out a new toothbrush for me. I got to work while he hung up the towel on the hook next to the shower door, and he motioned me inside after testing the temperature. I stepped into the spray, the hot water a welcome jolt after the sudden coolness of the apartment following an energetic battle.

“Xavier,” I murmured, unaware of how affectionately I said his name as he soaped up his hands and started stroking up and down my body. My neck and shoulders, arms, breasts and hips, he left no part of me untouched. He knelt down in front of me, soaping my legs, but his eyes were glued to the curves and folds between them. He toyed with the small patch of soft, dark hair I had trimmed right above my pussy.  

“I like this,” he said. “You are…perfect.”

I blushed furiously. “You don’t-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“I’m not being polite, and I’m not lying. You are so beautiful.”

I shivered, the feel of his calloused hands rubbing up and down my legs sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. He dipped me back into the water to rinse off.

“Let me wash you too,” I said, reaching for the soap.

“Next time, honey,” he promised thickly. He washed and rinsed himself off with record time, thrusting his head under the spray and scrubbing his hair roughly as I moved out the way to give him room. 

I laughed as he rushed, the warm steam in the shower adding the hazy, almost surreal experience. I could hardly wrap my head around how we just shifted from partners to lovers in less than an hour. 

He suddenly spun around, wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer to his body, resting me against his chest and my stomach pressed against his eager, straining cock. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, staring down intently at my surprised face, his blue eyes so dark they looked almost black. 

“So long?” I asked, a little disoriented, but he didn’t answer me, instead lowering his head and pressing his lips against mine. I parted my lips on instinct, awash in sensation as his tongue slicked along my bottom lip and entered my mouth. Our tongues tangled together; he deftly rubbed the roof of my mouth, skimming over my teeth, and even coaxed my tongue to follow his back into his mouth. I returned the favor, the feel of his thin, sweet lips on mine and his breath panting into my mouth as we exchanged fervid kisses. 

I could feel him, hot and trembling against my belly, and I undulated against his hardness in an unspoken invitation. 

“Turn around and put your hands against the wall,” he commanded, his voice tight and low. “Spread your legs, honey.”

I did as he asked, in no mood to play any games, and I bent forward, resting my palms against the cold tile. My excitement rose when I heard him kneel behind me. He spread the cheeks of my ass, exposing me to his gaze.

I whimpered, clenching a little in nervousness, but he just hushed me with a gentle hum. “That’s it, honey, just like this. I’m going to taste all of you now.”

It was indecent the way his voice caused an almost visceral reaction, my pussy damp and excited. 

“You’re so pretty, so pink and wet,” he said huskily, trailing his lips over one cheek and then the other. He suddenly nips me hard, and I can feel a blooming warmth from the bite. I groaned, my head lowered as I shifted back, hips arched and begging for his mouth. 

“Please,” I whispered, body aching. The arousal that had begun following our battle came roaring back with a vengeance. 

He trailed long, slender fingers up the damp slit of my pussy, his thumb rubbing a slow, meandering circle on my clit before sliding back down once more. The puffy folds were so sensitive, pink and flushed from my excitement, and tingled with every gentle stroke of his fingers. 

I moaned, unable to help myself, arching my back and spreading my legs a little farther apart. 

“Good girl,” he murmured softly, lips still pressed against the soft curve of my butt as he watched his fingers play in the damp folds, spreading them apart to expose my wet, quivering pussy. He grunted, obviously pleased, as he tugged playfully on one little fold.

“Why are you teasing me?” I grumbled, pressing my forehead against my hands. “I didn’t tease you like this.”

He immediately shifted, nipping a little harder and pulling back to admire the mark. “Alright, honey. I hear you.”

He immediately strengthened his strokes, going from light, playful touches to a more demanding tug. Using two fingers, he pinched my clit, massaging it with his calloused fingers in an undulating motion, tugging at the swollen hood.

I gasped, rocking back before pressing forward into his grip, pressing my clit more firmly against his fingertips. I could feel my body clenching in pleasure, empty and unfilled. 

“Xavier, gods, please,” I sighed in pleasure, the edge of a moan in my words. 

“That’s it, use my fingers. I’m going to get you nice and wet for me, okay?”

I shivered, pleasure racing down my spine and pooling between my legs. I could feel how damp and sticky my thighs were, the shower spray a distant hum of white noise. 

“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Please.”

He let go of my clit, trailing those deft fingers back up my slit, circling the quivering hole and coating his fingers with my wetness. Using one finger, he dipped inside, just barely breaching me before pulling back out. I groaned before gasping when he sunk his finger back inside a little deeper, working me open.

With his other hand, Xavier spread my cheeks, fingering the tight little bud of my ass that I had only ever considered something shameful. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment at the whine of ridiculous pleasure that escaped from me when I felt him circling the little ring.

“Oh, no, I-” I started to say before my words were cut off. He had pressed a finger more tightly against my ass, not breaching me, but the pressure had me clenching even tighter around the finger he was pumping inside of me.

“You like it,” he murmured, as if a little surprised but very pleased. I could tell he was turned on, his voice a little raspy now. 

“I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish the sentence as he slipped a second finger inside my pussy, curling and stroking the soft, quivering flesh inside. I breathed heavily, panting, my body bowstring tight. It had been a long time since I’d had a lover, and I was used to my own slim fingers or a vibrator. His fingers were deceptively long, filling me in a way I never could before. 

“Yes, oh my gods, yes, feels so good,” I moaned. “Give me another.”

He followed my orders this time without argument, slicking a third finger and easing it inside of me with a slow, steady pump. I felt full now, almost too full, and I loved it. I arched and pressed back, back against his fingers and the hand he used to stroke my ass. 

“That’s it, honey, just like that.”

For a moment, I thought I’d come just from his words, but suddenly, I could feel his tongue burrowing next to his fingers, licking around them as he continued to thrust them, slowly but steadily, into my pussy. I could hear tiny gulps, as if he were drinking nectar, a hum of pleasure vibrating his chest as he captured every droplet. 

I started shaking, my legs quivering as I could feel the wave of pleasure starting to crest. I wanted to come so bad, but at the same time, stretch it out just a little longer, the feel of his fingers and tongue fucking into my pussy about to drive me over the edge. 

“Oh, y-y-yes,” I stuttered, my hips writhing back on his fingers and mouth. I pressed my forehead even harder against my hands braced on the tile. Suddenly, I felt his mouth disappear, and I whimpered in loss, before a sudden exhale shook me as I felt his tongue tracing around the bud between my cheeks. 

I gasped, the filthy image of his tongue buried between there immediately raced through my mind, and the slick, deft tongue he used to press against my flesh shot me into orbit. I climaxed so hard I saw stars, my body gushing and clenching around his fingers and tongue. I cried out, sobbing and rocking back onto his hands. I could feel the fluid racing down my legs as each throb of my orgasm rocketed through my body. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wailed, his mouth furiously licking and sucking as his fingers thrust into my harder and faster, chasing and extending my orgasm. 

“X-X-Xav-Xavier,” I stammered, my tongue heavy and tired as I finally started to come down and he pulled away, my legs trembling and almost giving out. He caught me in strong arms, holding me tightly against him, my back pressed to his chest. I could feel his dick throbbing where it nestled between my buttcheeks.

“You did so good, honey. That’s it, just breathe,” he said softly, burying his face in my neck as I tried to steady my breath. 

“That…that was…amazing,” I said, still somewhat breathless, but I stretched in pleasure, lifting my hands to drape over his neck as he stood behind me. 

“We’ve only just begun,” he replied, somewhat cheekily I noticed with a lifted eyebrow, but he sounded so happy that I let it slide. 

“Let’s finish up here, I want you in my bed,” he murmured as he lifted his head. We stood there for a few moments longer just cuddling closer. 

I stepped back into the spray, hastily washing away some of the slick between my thighs, my body still a little shivery with aftershocks. He watched me, soaping up his hands and sticking them in the spray around me, rubbing over my tummy as the water sluiced down our bodies. 

He stepped back, reaching outside the glass door to grab our towels as I turned off the spray, and we dried off in comfortable silence. I giggled a little as I bent over, towel drying the damp strands of my hair and swiping down my legs.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, his voice questioning. 

“I just thought it was a little funny that this morning, I woke up with no idea that we’d be…uh…together like this,” I said, smiling as I flipped back my hair and wrapped the damp down around my body. He hadn’t bothered, just hanging the towel back up and stepping out of the shower nude. 

He walked casually to the sink, swishing a little mouthwash as he stared at me in the mirror. After he had finished, he lifted his head to watch me drape my towel on the hook next to his and saunter out into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of something soft, but shuttered, in his eyes. I wondered what he was thinking about…but it wasn’t the right time to ask, not when we both had something else on our minds. 

I collapsed on his unmade bed, sprawling on the sky blue bed sheets and his fluffy white comforter bunched up under my hips. When I flipped onto my belly, I could smell the scent of him in the pillows and sheets, sweet and sugary (telling on his probable affinity for eating candy in the bed), and his warm, inviting scent. 

He paused when he walked into the room, a clean towel in his hands that he threw over the footrest at the end of the bed as he watched me wallowing in his sheets. I wanted to leave a mark of my own scent behind, I thought, so that after I left, he would be reminded of me perhaps. 

He crawled onto the bed, kneeling beside me, and ran his hands up the back of my thighs and over my butt, his fingers digging in a little as he traced them up to my shoulders. I wiggled a little, sighing as he trailed over my ribs and spine, and laughed at the ticklish sensation. He laid down beside me, moving the hair off my neck and giving me a gentle kiss, his chest pressed against my arm and back as he hovered over me. 

“Xavier,” I murmured quietly, turning my head towards him as he propped himself up on one arm. The other hand smoothed up and down my back, hands warm against my skin. 

“Yes?” he asked, watching his fingers as they tickled along my hips. 

“It feels good,” I answered, stretching a little into the caress. 

He hummed a little, thoughtful and quiet as he touched every part of me that he could reach. I flipped over, watching his hand trail along my skin as I moved, and it settled just under the dip of my belly button. 

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks in a low, rumbling tone - quite a departure from his usual whisper-soft voice. I liked the difference, knowing that I was hearing it because he was turned on and just as attracted to me as I was to him. 

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully, reaching up to rub his cheek, swiping a finger over his parted lips. He captured my finger between his teeth in a gentle bite before letting me go. “I want your mouth, your teeth and tongue and fingers, and I want your cock pounding into me while I come. I want my legs over your shoulders, I want you to fuck me from behind, I want to be on top of you and ride you until you think you might die.”

I smiled naughtily. “I guess I’m saying, I want it all.”

“That’s a long list for tonight, but I’ll see what I can do,” he answered casually. I gulped.

“It doesn’t have to be all at once,” I muttered. I draped my arms over his neck, tugging him closer. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Haven’t we already kissed?” I questioned back, smiling.

He just watched me, hovering above me propped on one arm, the other tracing over one nipple before pinching it. 

“Yes,” I hissed, lifting my head in a silent beg for his mouth.

He smiled, a small one but there in the soft corners of his lips, and lowered his mouth to mine. Before today, we had never been this close, this intimate, but we were rapidly learning each other's likes and dislikes. I liked it when he nipped at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, his mouth neither too wet nor too dry against mine. He liked it when I sucked at his top lip, licking along the seam of his mouth before my tongue dipped inside. 

I breathed out a happy sigh when he pulled away, his nose nuzzling along mine as we breathed together. I combed my fingers through his damp hair, brushing the bangs back so I could see his face.

“I know a little about what you like,” he starts, his voice quiet and restrained. “What do you not like?”

I wasn’t really sure how to answer. How could I admit how generally normal my sex life had been? A few short-lived relationships when I was at the university, and one or two dates after I joined the hunter’s association didn’t make for an exactly thrilling love life. 

Maybe he could see the conflict, or confusion, in my expression, because he gave me another quick, deep kiss before pulling away again. “How about this? Are you okay if I play a little rough?”

“How rough are we talking about? I don’t want any blood,” I said, staring up at him. 

“I won’t hurt you like that,” he soothed, brushing a hand over my face, and tugging gently on a lock of dark hair. “Did you like what I did before? Bites and…” he paused, pinching my nipple again, but a little harder this time.

I gasped, nodded, and said “yes” on a long exhale. My nipple felt a little sore, but the pleasurable tingles overrode any discomfort. He leaned over, sucking the abused nipple into his mouth, pulling strongly at it. I grabbed his head, cradling him against my breast, and jerked when I felt his teeth clamp lightly over the tip. The grip got steadily harder, though, and I could feel a flash of pain and pleasure clouding my mind. I jerked, shudders wracking my body. He tugged at it once more before pulling away with a soft little pop as he let me go.

It was flushed red by his mouth, and I shivered, the damp skin prickling as he puffed a warm little breath over my breast. 

“It seems you like a little pain with your pleasure?” he asked, but I could tell he already knew.

I nodded. “Not…not a lot,” I said, a blush on my cheeks. “But I like how you make me feel.”

“I’ll check in with you, okay? If you feel like it’s too much, I want you to say something. Green means you’re good, yellow means we need to take it slow, and red means no more. Got it?”

I nod. “Got it.” He was much more experienced with this than I was, I noticed. I tugged him down, brushing my lips over his. “What about you? What do you like?”

He smiled, catching his bottom lip between his teeth before he let go. “Hmm, that’s a conversation for another day. This is all about you, honey.”

I pouted, my lips pursing. I didn’t like that answer, but he swept me into another deep, searing kiss before I could argue. I slumped back to the bed once he released me, panting. 

He lowered his head, nipping along my neck to the meat of my shoulder, using his teeth in a slightly harder bite. I grunted, writhing and feeling trapped by his teeth but incredibly excited. I’d never had another lover bite me like this - sure, a few love nips, but this was an actual bite. I could feel the imprint of teeth when I rubbed a hand over it, my mind a little hazy at the tender sensation. 

“What color, honey?”

“Green,” I said, digging my head into the pillows and arching my neck in blatant invitation. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, resuming his exploration. He slipped down my body, his mouth licking and sucking along the curves of my breasts before baring his teeth and biting down once more. A little harder this time, and as he released the clamp of his teeth, he sucked the flesh tightly into his mouth, his tongue licking along the trapped flesh. He was leaving a mark this time, an angry red bordering on purple. 

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, the release of his mouth sending tingles shooting through my body, endorphins rushing to fill the space where pain had once been. He chuckled darkly, his face pressed between my breasts as he reverently kissed each mound. 

“That’s it, I want to hear you even more.” 

He went on, his hands and lips skimming over my body. I felt like there was no inch left unmapped, and I was panting by the time he finally knelt between my legs. He lifted one of my legs, propping it on his shoulder and rubbed his hands firmly from my ankle to my knee. He turned his head, biting the meat of my calf, but not enough to leave a mark. 

“I’m going to use my fingers until you’re nice and ready for me, honey, and then I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders and fuck you deep into this mattress.”

I watched as his eyes locked on my pussy, now exposed with one leg thrown over his shoulder. I bent the other knee, digging my heel into the mattress and opening myself up to his gaze. I gripped the sheets since I couldn’t reach him, my body already aching and ready.

“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “Hurry.”

He tutted, a small sound, but I could see the smile in his eyes. “I don’t want to rush,” he said softly, his eyes lowering as he surveyed my body under his. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

He reached down, gripping his cock with one hand as he knelt between my legs, his long, slim fingers wrapping around it. He stroked it, almost casually, as he watched me undulate with barely suppressed need.

“Xavier, you’re teasing me,” I pouted, my eyes glued on his hands. I swallowed hard, remembering the taste and feel of him in my mouth. His eyes were dark as he watched me, and I could tell he was practically reading my mind.

“Next time, I want you on my face while you suck my cock,” he sounded a little pained, watching as I licked my lips. 

I nodded fervently, fists clenching in the sheets. “Please,” I begged again, trying to spread my legs even wider.

He didn’t tease me anymore, releasing his cock to grab my thigh as the other hand stroked up and down my damp slit. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling, while his fingers slowly dipped into my pussy. I was still wet from the play in the shower, no resistance against his entrance, so he easily added a second finger. He stretched me gently, curling his fingers and stroking that soft, spongy spot that had me groaning in pleasure.

His fingers curled and pressed forward, before he paused and went still, the pressure high and tight. I tried to wriggle my hips, arching and squirming. “Xav,” I whined, “keep moving.”

Instead, he lifted his second hand, two fingers clamping on my clit again, and between the pressure on my clit and in my pussy, I could feel myself rapidly building towards another climax even without extra stimulation. I moaned, thighs quivering. “I’m close,” I panted. 

He massaged his fingers before releasing the pressure on my clit, and I could feel the blood rushing back into the tender area. He added one more finger, three buried deep as he curled and stretched me a little more before he finally lined himself up between my legs.

“You ready, honey?” he asked, voice tight and sultry, his pupils blown wide as he looked down at me. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, canting my hips up. I could feel the stretch in my hamstrings and thighs as he pulled my second leg over his other shoulder, my butt cradled between his thighs as he centered himself. He tilted forward, curling over me, and eased himself into my body in pulses. Pushing forward, withdrawing, over and over as he opened me up to fit his cock. I instinctively tightened as he bottomed out, wanting him to stay inside deeper, longer, filling me up.

He grunted, hips pulsing forward in a slow, methodical roll. I could feel him pressing against me, full and deep, and it was almost painful how good it felt. I threw my head back, gasping his name. 

“Give me your color, baby,” he ordered, “because I’m going to start now.”

“Green,” I promptly replied, thighs clenching in excitement. 

Without holding back, he spread his knees wider for better traction, one arm wrapped across my legs and the other braced beside me as he leaned over, and I felt him pull back and thrust in, hard and deep and fuck, it hurt so good, I cried out. 

He picked up an almost brutal pace immediately, his cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy with the angle. All I could feel were short, sharp thrusts before he pumped into me so deep I could feel him against my cervix. Each movement sparked a rough drag against my clit, sending a shockwave through my belly. 

I couldn’t even speak, my throat tight as I panted for breath. He kept thrusting, but it wasn’t mindless, it was with precision on just how deep he knew I could take it. And that faint edge of pain dissipated when he suddenly shifted, the edges of his cock now rubbing against that perfect spot inside of me with each thrust.

I went nova. I clenched my pussy, tight like a vise around his cock, demanding more. My fingers were digging into the mattress, and I could hear the faint tearing sound of the sheets. Tears leaked from my eyes as I was rapidly overwhelmed by pleasure, his cock pumping into me at a steady pace as soon as he realized he had gotten the perfect angle. 

“Y-y-y-yes,” I tried to say, teeth chattering. All I could see were his shoulders arched above me, blocking out the light as he fucked me into the mattress, just as he promised. I was locked down tight, unable to get any leverage to push back against his thrusts. 

I was almost insensible. “Harder, fuck me, yes, fuck, harder,” I tried to demand, but I don’t know if he could even understand me. He didn’t change his tempo, though, no matter how much I wanted him to go even deeper, his cock spearing into me over and over again. 

I reached up with one hand, scrambling for purchase at his shoulder, and he curled over, my body rolled up even tighter, legs trapped as he fucked me now even deeper than before. Every thrust was winding me up even tighter. 

I dug my nails in, scratching at him in my mindless pleasure. Warmth coiled between my legs, trembling from the stretch, and suddenly, I clamped down. Spasms and waves of pleasure burst forth, and I could hear the sound of his cock fucking into my clenching, wet pussy. 

I cried out, tears streaming from my eyes, mouth open as I panted and gasped for breath, my entire body shivering with white hot flashes of heat and electricity from one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. He held me firmly, and I was unable to move away even as I began to grow more sensitive, but my climax kept cresting over and over again, unending, as he continued to thrust into my flexing pussy. My clit was overstimulated and sensitive, red and flushed as it dragged along his cock. His eyes were locked on me, tracing over my face and body obsessively. 

I tried to writhe from the pleasure, but I couldn’t move, and excitement continued to flood me as I realized he had me exactly how he wanted me. There was nothing I could do. I sobbed, pleasure hazing my thoughts, and I felt like I was going to pass out. 

“Color,” Xavier demanded harshly, sweat peppering his hairline and glistening on his chest and shoulders as he maintained his rhythm. 

“Y-yellow?” I say somewhat questioningly. I was having a hard time catching my breath, and I knew as I came down from my orgasm I was going to be very sensitive, but I didn’t want to stop.

He hummed, slowing down though still pulsing inside of me, more gently now. “Let’s try this,” he says, and carefully pulls out. He lets my legs fall free and helps me flip over to my belly.

“On your knees, honey,” he coaxes. “That’s it, good girl. Rest your head on the bed, but lift your hips. There we go.”

The praise is…honestly, it was really doing it for me. I blushed and hid my face in the ragged sheets as I got into the new position, lifting my hips and arching my back. I turned my head a little, glancing over my shoulder.

Xavier was flushed, face and chest pink, damp from exertion and control. He was mind bogglingly gorgeous, the ropey muscles of his arms tight as he gripped my hips and abs clenched as he braced himself behind me.

I can feel the traces of my orgasm dripping down my thighs, damp and flushed as I move my legs further apart to let him slide more closely behind me. He stroked one hand over the curve of my butt before he drew back his hand and swatted me. I was more surprised than hurt, the slight sting of his palm print vividly red against the pale skin of my butt.

I gasped, rocking forward.

“Color, baby,” he reminded me.

“Green, very green,” I said, voice muffled in the sheets as I clench my hands.

He slapped my butt again, not any harder, but this time on the other cheek for a matching handprint. I bit down on my hand to smother my desperate whines. He didn’t go any further, just lined himself up and slowly sunk back into me, my pussy clenching around him as if to suck him in further.

He slipped a hand around my waist, his fingers dropping to rest over my clit. Not a lot of pressure, just a teasing stroke as he began to pick up his pace. He held on to my hip with his other hand, controlling our rhythm.

I groaned, my face turned to the side as I tried to breath through the sensitivity. I hardly ever went through the effort of multiple orgasms when it was just by myself, and I felt a little rusty. I bit my lip in stifled amusement at the thought, though I caught him tilting his head as he watched me, the slap of our flesh getting a little louder. 

“So good,” I whispered, allowing myself to sync into the feeling of his body against mine, the heat of his skin, the thickness of his cock slipping deeper into my body. I shivered, a little tired and sore, but the ache seemed to heighten the slow deluge of pleasure.

“One more time, honey,” Xavier murmured gently behind me, his hips smoothly rolling forward, sinking into me. I was so wet, the slick glide of our bodies audible in the otherwise quiet bedroom. 

“I-I can’t,” I said, tear tracks still damp on my cheeks. Almost as if mesmerized, he stretched out on top of me, leaning down to press along my back, licking tenderly at the tears of pleasure still dripping down my face. 

He braced himself over my back, his hips still pumping, and I could feel the soft skin of his testicles brushing my ass each time he bottomed out. He was sticky with my orgasm, the scent of my body and my pleasure filling the room. He inhaled deeply, eyes like midnight, pupils blown in pleasure. He tweaked one of my nipples playfully, before pinching it harder a second time.

“You can, I know you can,” he answered, his voice whispery soft and seductive. 

“No,” I whimpered. “I really can’t.” But I clenched around his cock, wet and needy and sore. I needed more. As if uncontrollably, he fucked me harder, deeper, groaning as I caught him off guard. 

I realized what had set him off, and I hid my grin as I turned my face briefly away from him. I gave a faint struggle, whispering a soft “green”, before I raised my voice.

“No, Xavier, please, I’m too sore. I can’t,” I cried, letting out a little sob as tears welled in my eyes a little more. I could feel the sheets under my cheek growing damp. I struggled as if to try to pull away from him, twisting and reaching forward towards the headboard with one hand. 

He growled, a flush spreading down his chest as I felt him get impossibly harder inside of me. Gods. I’d never done anything like this before, but I was so turned on, I could feel my thighs stained with my slick. 

“No, don’t,” I said, struggling a little harder, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the mattress. He gripped my hips so hard, I knew I’d probably have bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and fuck, it was so deliciously bad. He stretched out on top of me, pressing me deeper into the mattress now, gripping my wrists in one hand.

“Take it, baby, I know you can handle it.” He nipped my earlobe hard before sucking it into his mouth, laving his tongue around the shell of my ear. He had me pinned down, splayed underneath him, and finally let go.

He fucked me hard, losing any gentleness he had remaining. I cried out, my body quivering from the bombardment, sensitive and on fire. He angled so deep I could feel him tight and hard, and I was stuffed full. 

“Ah, ah, ah-” I panted with each thrust, my voice muffled as I pressed the side of my face into the mattress. He wrapped one arm under my waist, holding me tightly against him as he abruptly lifted one knee, my leg hooked around his, changing the angle until…

I sparked, spasming around his cock, squealing as I felt a release of fluid. I screamed into the mattress with my orgasm, tears gushing from my eyes as I cried out over and over. I could feel the warmth between our bodies as I squirted in pleasure, and a groan rumbled through his chest when he felt it. 

I felt him lose his rhythm just as I started coming down, becoming more jerky until he pulled away, fisting his cock a few more pumps to jet his release on my back. I sighed with a small ‘ah’ as I felt the heat of his come in stripes along my skin. He moaned, head lolling to watch with narrowed eyes filled with pleasure as he aimed the last of his release on one of the handprints on my ass. 

I sprawled bonelessly on the bed, dazed, while he slumped next to me, both of us panting. I shivered, the last vestiges of my multiple - incredible - orgasms rocketing through my body before I finally started to settle. He breathed deeply, his cock slowly softening against his belly as we lay in complete disarray on his bed.

“Wow,” I murmured, voice husky and strained after screaming through multiple climaxes. 

He nodded before turning his head to look at me, one hand reaching for mine where it rested limply on the bed. He lifted my hand, brushing a tender kiss along the knuckles.

“You are so beautiful,” he answered, his voice also raspy with a post-orgasmic glow. 

I blushed, a silly response considering this man had already licked my ass, fingered me to orgasm and then blew my literal mind with the best sex I had ever had, but his sweetness never failed to catch me off guard. 

“You are too,” I said shyly, half burying my face into the bed and grinning as I watched his face, now relaxed, curve briefly with a small smile. He kissed my hand again before he groaned a little, rolling off the bed to his feet.

I chuckled, not daring to move with all of the fluid still dotting my back. “You sound like an old man,” I said, missing the look he darted my way. He stretched, rotating his shoulders as he stood unconcernedly nude, both of our fluids smeared across his belly. He reached for the towel at the end of the bed and wiped my back gently to remove the traces of his come, before he casually swiped it over his cock.

“If you have the energy, we can wash up,” he said calmly. 

“And then a nap?” I asked hopefully.

“And then definitely a nap.”

[myzticbean]

WEEPS, CRIES, THROWS UP

I've been so unlucky. It took me 110 CARDS TO GET MY SYLUS Grasslands Romance card. This was, in fact, my FIRST card in this series. There's no way I'll get all 4 in this event, I spent 6-7K diamonds just for ONE, not including the free tickets....WEEPS BITTERLY

[myzticbean]

Cat!Dad Series: You're My "Maine" Squeeze

Edit update: I LOVE that this came around full circle with the latest cat!boi cards 🤣😎🔥

Pairing: Qin Che | Sylus / MC (fem! reader) Tags: Super fluff, established relationship, cute cats, domestic bliss Can also read at A03

Previous posts in the Cat!Dad series:

Zayne: Quit kitten around - let's celebrate

Title: You’re My “Maine” Squeeze

Wrapping my arms around Sylus, I rest my hands against the motorcycle’s tank as it rockets down the dark street. I slip a hand under his leather jacket as we both lean into the tight corner, disappearing into the condo’s underground private entrance. The motorcycles that had been following us blew past, unaware we had already made our getaway. 

I laugh, a little giddy from the rush of adrenaline at the chase and successful escape (ahem, joyride), hugging his broad back and resting my helmet between his shoulder blades as he slows and parks the bike. 

“I told you it would be fun,” Sylus says calmly after he pulls off his helmet. I tug mine off as well, my bun squished to my head and tangled flyaway hairs sticking to my face, but I know I’m still grinning from ear to ear. 

“Another successful mission with my criminal mastermind partner,” I chuckle, shaking my hair out of the hair tie before throwing it back up into a ponytail. I swing my leg over and hop off the bike, and he stands as well, wrapping me in his arms in a quick hug. 

We wear matching black leather jackets, my curb stomping boots laced up over black jeans, and a custom thigh holster holding my (not-quite-legal) gun. I lean into his embrace, lifting my face to smile smugly at him.

“Admit it, I definitely helped you a lot this time.”

“You literally started a fight and got us thrown out -- of my own club,” he answers sardonically, tightening his grip around my shoulders and waist. But he can’t hide the lip twitch of amusement and the softness in his gaze as he stares down at me. 

“You needed to hire better help anyways,” I say airily, stepping out of his embrace and flicking a strand of my ponytail back over my shoulder saucily. “That they didn’t even recognize their boss…tut.”

“You do realize most people shouldn’t recognize me, otherwise it defeats the purpose of being the mysterious leader of an underground organization,” he responds dryly, locking the steering on his bike and grabbing the straps of our helmets in one hand. 

“That they didn’t even recognize your dark, dangerous, and sensual aura and let you do whatever you wanted is just a crime against nature,” I answer cheekily. I open my mouth to continue my teasing despite his grimace, when the hissing and howling of cats interrupts me.

As we neared the elevators, I saw a couple of cats brawling, two smaller dark colored tomcats wrestling a dirty, fluffy, absolute monster of a cat. Even while clearly outnumbered, it was holding its own and about to turn the tide of the fight when another cat appeared, intent on jumping into the fray. 

“Oh no,” I say, taking an unconscious step forward. I wasn’t sure how to intervene without getting scratched to holy hell when an empty can was suddenly thrown from behind, clattering as it pelted one of the dark cats on top. 

It screamed, not that it was actually hurt, but more in surprise as it backed off of the giant cat on the bottom. Without waiting, the big cat sprang to its feet, roaring like a tiny lion and racing forward aggressively. 

The tomcat didn’t bother waiting around to see if it could take the big cat on - it scrambled to its feet and raced away, the other cats following close behind. The bigger cat stopped, sitting on the ground in exhaustion, bloody scratch marks on its face, back and ears. 

“You poor thing,” I murmur, squatting down to try to get a closer look. It would probably be pretty skittish, especially if it has been a feral, unneutered male used to roaming the streets of the N109 zone and surviving. 

It turns to look at me at the sound of my voice, its tail flicking back and forth as it surveys me from where it sits on the cold concrete. “I wonder if he’ll let us take care of his wounds,” I say to Sylus who stands behind me, his hand propped casually on one hip as he looks between me and the cat.

“It’s a tom, probably not,” he answers.

“I tamed you,” I say a little tongue-and-cheek as I glance at him slyly over my shoulder. 

“Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully. “I might argue it was the other way around, kitten.”

“Here kitty, kitty,” I whisper, flicking my fingers at him. I moved to kneel down on one knee, not moving closer, but holding my hand out in case he wants to come over for a sniff.

The cat didn’t deign to move closer, but also doesn’t seem afraid or inclined to scamper away from us. He just peers at me with intent yellow eyes, his fluffy tail flipping back and forth as if to lure me in with the promise of touching it.

I can’t help myself -- I shuffle forward a little bit, my hand still outstretched, wanting to see if he’ll let me get close enough to at least take a better look at his scrapes. He’s certainly not afraid - his watchful eyes are flickering all around. 

“Look at this handsome boy,” I croon, voice pitched a little lower, trying to entice him to take a step towards me. I wish I had some food for him. 

Sylus just sighs behind me. 

“Ignore him, kitty,” I suggest, trying to stifle a giggle when I see the cat’s yellow eyes briefly dart behind me before locking back onto mine. “You are definitely the biggest, most handsome cat on the block. If you come juuuust a little closer, I want to make sure you haven’t been hurt.”

The cat yawns, his sharp teeth on full display before he licks his nose and gives me a blink. 

“That’s right, big guy. You know I won’t hurt you.” 

Sylus suddenly chuckles behind me. “Let’s do this a little quicker, shall we?” Without pausing, he activates his Evol, wrapping the cat in red and black swirls of color and lifting it into the air. It yowls in immediate displeasure, thrashing and kicking.

“Oh, don’t-” I try to say, before Sylus deposits it in my arms, though still wrapped up and held immobile by his power.

It freezes, looking up into my face, while I peer down at him. “It’s okay, kitty, I won’t hurt you,” I say soothingly. I resist the urge to pet it - it’s trapped and can’t escape, and my touch could do more harm than good. Instead I hold him close against me, cradling him gently in my arms as Sylus guides me towards our private elevator. 

We ascend to the penthouse as I’m trying to look over his wounds - with his thick hair, it doesn’t seem like he sustained too much damage, but I wouldn’t be sure until I could investigate more thoroughly. He is, however, extremely dirty and covered in fleas, which I can see crawling through the dirty fuzz. 

“He needs a bath,” I say, looking him over. “Do you think we should take him to a vet instead?”

Sylus scoffs quietly behind me as we enter our private floor. “I’ll make a call.” 

“My rich boyfriend is so strong and powerful,” I laugh, walking further into the condo and heading towards the bathroom. 

“Do we have any of that blue dish soap?” I call out as I settle the cat down in the shower. I need to grab a towel, and with Sylus’ Evol still activated, he won’t be able to move too much. I kick off my shoes and socks and grab a few fluffy dark towels from underneath the sink, whispering to the cat as I reach for one of the handheld shower heads. Since the shower is big enough for 10 people, the cat is safely outside of the spray as I test out the water and let it warm up.

“What a good boy you are,” I croon, kneeling down by the cat once the temperature has been adjusted, gently allowing the warm water to soak into his fur. The cat gives a grimace and gnashes his teeth, but otherwise doesn’t fight it. 

“Yes, you’re so smart, what a sweet kitty you are. You were definitely going to win. It was three-on-one, and look how strong and brave you were…” I ramble on and on as I soak him from the neck down, gently carding my fingers through his fur to try to get him completely wetted. 

Sylus walks in with a bottle of the dish soap, rolling his eyes a little at my running commentary. “I’m worried about you, sweetie,” he says lightly, squatting by the shower entrance and setting down the soap bottle. 

“Hush,” I say, fighting back a smile as I throw a mock-glare over my shoulder. “Squeeze me,” I say, holding out one palm.

“I wish,” he mutters before he obliges, squirting a heaping handful of soap.

I soap my palms together and get to work, thoroughly (but gently) cleaning up the poor, battered cat. His cuts and scrapes aren’t bad, but I’m careful to avoid getting too much soap in those areas to avoid any stinging. I keep speaking to the cat, voice low and calm, and he doesn’t otherwise flinch at being doused in water and soap.

“I wonder if he was someone’s pet?” I question thoughtfully. “He’s too well behaved for a feral cat.”

Sylus just hums but doesn’t say anything, his Evol still containing the cat though it’s obvious the animal isn’t fighting it. I make sure to wash off as much of the dirt and fleas as I can, rinsing and repeating one more time, and the amount of dirt pooling beneath the two of us turned the pale gray tile completely black. 

But as the cat emerges, clean and victorious, I’m astounded to see a pure white beauty in its majestic display. “He’s so handsome,” I gasp, gently drying him off with a soft towel. 

“I know, you’ve already mentioned it many times,” Sylus says dryly, but the humor glinting in his ruby-colored eyes is obvious. “I always knew you’d be a cat person.”

“You call me kitten often enough, I thought it was obvious,” I say, smiling playfully. 

It’s quiet again for a moment as I finish drying the cat off, before noting, “I don’t think he’s seriously hurt, but he had fleas and could use a check up.” 

As if waiting for my remark, the doorbell chimes, announcing a visitor. I look over at Sylus, who has climbed to his feet and casually strolls out of the bathroom. 

I reach out, cradling the cat in a new clean towel and exit the bathroom and into the living room where a man with a black kit is waiting for us. Without much expression and with almost no conversation, he takes the cat from my arms and begins his check up, and the cat -- who is still held by the black strands -- immediately begins to meow and scream non-stop.

“Oh, poor baby,” I whisper, clenching my hands but unable to help. I look on in concern, trying not to react as the impersonal vet quickly doctors the cat’s wounds and gives him a few shots. 

“He’ll be fine in a few days. I’ve given him his vaccinations, and a pill that will help kill off the remaining fleas.” 

“What kind of cat is he?” I ask, the cat looking even larger as the fur dries.

“I’d guess Maine Coon based on his size and features,” the vet says. “You can do a DNA test if you want to know for sure.”

“Will he get bigger or is he fully grown?”

The man lifted the cat’s lips, checking his teeth. “He’s a young cat, maybe still under a year old, so I would guess he’s still growing. Maine Coons can keep growing until they are around two years old.”

He gives me a few instructions on how to continue caring for the animal, and without much fanfare, leaves. 

“Let’s let him free now,” I murmur to Sylus after setting him down on the floor. Sylus releases his Evol, and the cat slowly stands, taking a few steps and sniffing the air. 

“He’s so cute,” I sigh, watching him tentatively explore his new surroundings. 

“He better not pee on anything until we can get him neutered,” Sylus mutters. “We’ll never get the smell out.”

I reach out, wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. “You’re so wonderful,” I say, content and a little tired. The doorbell rings again, and I lift my head off his chest to look up at his face, puzzled. 

He motions for me to go, saying, “Get in the shower, I’ll get him settled. The twins brought some supplies.”

I smile in relief, giving him another squeeze, and silently beg for a kiss as I stand on my toes and lift my face. He cups my chin, brushing warm lips over mine in a chaste kiss. He gives me a second kiss on my forehead.

“Go on,” he murmurs. “I’ll join you soon.”

More than a week has passed since we rescued the cat. I’ve had to travel to and from Linkon for work, but Sylus never asks if I am going to take the cat with me or drop it off at the shelter. Instead, the cat seems to settle into the plush penthouse as if he had never lived a life on the outside, his kingly attitude right at home in the dark, romantic surroundings. 

After arriving a little later than I expected, I put my overnight bag away in the bedroom before I grab one of the new cat toys lying about. It’s a stick with a feather dangling from a string, and I flick it around on the floor and up in the air, laughing aloud as the cat makes a daring leap trying to catch it. 

“You can do it, Junior,” I cheer as he stretches out his paws, dagger-like nails exposed. Mephisto caws angrily in the corner, pacing back and forth on his stand as he watches the playful cat. They’ve been sassing each other all week, with the kitty missing chunks of hair and Mephisto decidedly more ruffled looking with mechanical feathers lying twisted on the ground. 

The door opens and Sylus walks in just in time to hear me, raising his eyebrows as he comes towards me carrying a couple of shopping and garment bags. 

“Please don’t tell me that name means what I think it means?” he sighs.

I start giggling and the cat takes a flying leap, tackling me to the ground. I ooph out a rush of air, his heavy body colliding with mine as I clutch him to my belly and roll backwards. Sylus drops the bags into the couch and strides over, grabbing the cat by the scruff of the neck and tossing him (somewhat gently) onto the coffee table. He reaches down, helping me to my feet as I fight off a giddy laugh. 

“It’s exactly what you think,” I answer, a sly smile twisting my lips as I reach down to pat Junior on the top of his head, his large, fuzzy ears twisting to catch our voices. “He looks just like his daddy, after all…”

“I did not, in fact, sire a cat. But if my little kitten is so inclined to have her own litter, I could be persuaded.”

I burst out laughing, pushing at his shoulder (he didn’t budge). “I’m not ready for a baby right now. Baby making, however…”

His eyes glint in the light, strangely dark as he locks his gaze onto mine, tugging me closer and into a tight embrace. He leans down, nuzzling his face into my neck, arms wrapped around my waist. “Let’s go practice now,” he suggests, teeth nipping gently at my skin in blatant invitation. 

I sigh, languid from the pleasure that courses up my spine as he trails long fingers down my back in a slow caress. He kisses me tenderly, tongue tracing the seam of my mouth before I open to let him in, our tongues pressing against each other in unhurried exploration. We’ve kissed hundreds of times, but each press of his lips to mine brings a fresh wash of affection and excitement.

I lift my arms to wrap around his neck, falling deeper into his kiss, but a demanding howl from the coffee table shatters the moment. I look down, meeting the irritated eyes of the cat staring back at me. “Sorry, Junior. You shouldn’t be watching mommy and daddy like this.”

Sylus stifles a long exhale before he reaches down, adjusting himself, and steps away back towards the bags. I follow along with interest, trying to peek into the bags, but he covers it up. 

“You can open this one now,” he says, holding out a shopping bag. “I’ll show you the others later.”

I look with interest at the other handful of bags and garment bags, but don’t press. I’ve learned that any surprise from Sylus is well worth the wait. Instead, I tear open the bag and read the brand name on the box. “Evol CommuniCollar?” I question, looking up at him in surprise. “Aren’t these ridiculously expensive?”

He scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. “Maybe if you’re not me.”

I roll my eyes. “You are such a snob sometimes.” I eagerly read the description. “It says here that it can translate everything your pet says into human language. This is so cool!”

I sit down and start fumbling to open the box, tearing off the flap corners in my haste to get it open. “Oops, I hope we don’t need to return this,” I say. He looks completely unconcerned as he settles on the couch next to me, as Junior perches politely on the coffee table near my knee, tail swishing back and forth. 

Reading the instructions, I open my phone and download the app as Sylus checks the battery charge on the collar. I fill in Junior’s information, noting his suggested breed and age in the settings. While Sylus isn’t watching, I set the AI voice to one of my favorite male celebrities that is (surprisingly) available in the list. 

Sylus gently adjusts it around the cat’s neck, making sure his fur isn’t being pulled or tangled, and gives him a single pat on the head.

Junior is still watching Sylus and gives a tiny meow, and the collar suddenly beeps, a deep, masculine AI-voice is clearly projecting from the collar. “Father.”

I gasp, practically swooning on the couch. “He knows you’re his dad,” I squeal, covering my mouth to hide the huge grin. Sylus looks taken aback, one eyebrow raised as he stares down at the cat that is still looking up at him. He obviously recognizes the voice when I see his sidelong glance at me. 

I hurriedly continue reading the instructions. “While animals may not experience the same family bonds, environmental stimulus, language or emotional capacity that humans do, they’ve been able to map the closest electrical triggers to feelings that we can understand.”

I laugh a little. “So I guess he knows you aren’t his birth father. Maybe you’re his step-dad.”

The kitty looks at me chuckling on the couch, attention flicking back and forth, and as he looks at me directly, he gives a single, long blink. “Wife.” The masculine voice is low and rumbly as he purrs a little.

My mouth drops open, and I don’t dare to look at Sylus. I’m trying desperately to stifle a cackle of mischievous delight, and I reach out to stroke my hand along his back. 

“No,” Sylus says, reaching out to catch my hand. “Don’t reward him for bad behavior.”

“How is he being bad?” I ask, choking on my laughter. I’m trying not to cry, eyes welling up as I gasp for breath.

“This collar is defective. Let’s throw it away,” he says resolutely, reaching out a hand to unclasp the collar from the cat before I bat his hand away.

“Don’t you dare. This is priceless.” I try to be stern, but my quivering lips and definitely giving it away.

He looks slightly irritated but does take his hands away and folds his arms across his chest. I turn back to the cat, giving him a little scritch behind one fluffy ear, and he closes his eyes, rumbling in pleasure. 

“Feels good. It’s itchy,” the cat collar says in its low, dulcet tones. “Wife. Wife.” The purrs get a little louder when I switch to the other ear.

“No, I’m your mom,” I correct, and the collar gives another little beep with tiny rumbling noises as if to translate what I said.

“No, not mother. Wife,” the cat collar responds, and the cat blinks up at me again, holding eye contact. 

I cover my mouth to hide my laughter when I see Sylus stiffen up beside me. “No, I’m your mother. And this is your dad,” I say, pointing to Sylus. “I’m his wife.”

I pretend I don’t see Sylus whip his head around to look at me. I’m trying to make a point to a cat, and this is the easiest way to get it across. How would a cat understand human dating behavior? 

The cat looks obviously disgruntled as the collar makes more translation noises. His tail lashes angrily back and forth, and he turns his head away from me, obviously not agreeing to my words. 

I lean forward, giving him a little kiss on his forehead, ignoring his mew of unhappiness. “I love you so much, my handsome little guy. You’re the bestest boy, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, I’m the best cat. Better than the bird,” the collar agrees, and the cat turns to nuzzle his head into my chin.

I pepper little kisses all over his cute little cat face. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I’m hungry. I’d like dinner, please. I want the fish one. The wet food, not the crunch food.” 

“Oh, you like the tuna more than the chicken? You should really eat the kibble too, it’s better for your teeth if you can eat some crunchy food,” I say, and we walk into the kitchen, chatting together. 

Sylus leans back against the couch cushions, sighing as scrubs one hand over his face before climbing to his feet and going to store away the bags.

Junior and I chatter back and forth, his sentences slowly becoming longer and more in-depth the more the collar was used. 

He finally finishes his food and I ask to gently wipe his face and whiskers with a clean towel, and he happily obliges, purring loudly as I clean him up. We walk together back into the living room, where Sylus has once more taken a seat on the couch, the fireplace crackling and the low throb of classical music coming from the record player. 

“Father,” Junior murmurs, leaping onto the couch and then clambering into Sylus’ lap (uninvited, but also undeterred). I smile, nestling into his side as he raises an arm and pulls me in closer. 

“Father, play with me. Play with me,” the cat begs, raising one paw and tapping it against Sylus’ chest. 

I try to bite back a smile, shifting away slightly so I can quickly snap a photo. Sylus resigns himself, reaching down to flick one furry ear before he tugs gently at a whisker. The cat grows ever more exasperated as he tries to bat away Sylus’ hand, who snaps his fingers and conjures up a handful of black feathers dusting along Junior’s head and back. 

“You wanted to play, and now you’re mad?” Sylus asks, listening to the cat muttering profanities (with the help of the collar) and hiding a small smile. 

Finally the cat huffs and flops down, and the feathers immediately disappear. We both look down at the large cat stretching himself along the length of Sylus’ thighs, Junior’s head resting closer to his stomach. I reach out, giving him a scritch as I nuzzle into Sylus’ broad shoulder.

Sylus presses a tender kiss to my forehead as he sweeps one long-fingered hand down the back of the cat in a soothing, absent-minded stroke. He drops his head, feathering kisses across the bridge of my nose and cheeks, before pressing a deeper, sweeter kiss to my lips. 

“So about that litter of kittens you mentioned…” I pull away to whisper into his ear as Junior finally settles and little snores start to emerge. 

Activating his Evol, he carries that cat over to his bed, settling him into the cushions lightly while he stands and hefts me over his shoulder. “Practice makes perfect, sweetie,” he purrs, striding into the bedroom and shutting the door while I try to muffle my giggles.

Junior licks his lips, snuggling deeper into his bed and drifting off into an even deeper, satisfied sleep.

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[myzticbean]

Zayne has been SO sassy and mad this week

I don't even know why, but every time I've logged in this week, Zayne appears in his normal all-black get up with an angry emoji on his head with the SASSIEST comebacks. (See some proof below). Hmm...perhaps my recent attention to Sylus and Rafayel is coming back to bite me in the ass.

BUT MY DUDE, I even wrote some super sweet CadDad!Zayne fanfiction, and he's still not happy...LOL

[myzticbean]

I love nothing in the world so well as you

Title: I love nothing in the world so well as you

Pairing: Qin Che | Sylus / MC (fem! reader) Tags: 18+ Explicit sexual content, PWP -- oral sex, fingering, shower sex, multiple orgasms. Basically, a lot of good sex :) Can also read at: AO3

Who would have thought? I mused, sitting propped up on a mountain of pillows in the extravagantly big bed in Sylus’ bedroom. The black silk sheets bunched around my waist (matching my black silk and lace negligee, courtesy of said man), the television a low hum of noise in the background while we both read our datapads.

Sylus had only been up for a few hours, while I was getting ready to crash - it was already way past my normal Linkon sleep schedule, and my body was telling me to give up the fight. But I just wanted a few more minutes…

Sighing, I threw away the datapad before noisily collapsing against his shoulder. “What are you reading?” I asked in belated interest, trying to peer down at the screen before he skillfully trapped me against his side with one arm.

He - much more calmly - put the datapad on the bedside table before he gathered me into his arms. I struggled to kick free of the sheets since he was laying on top of the bedding. 

“Are you pouting, kitten?” he asked, and the huskiness of his voice never failed to send a little shiver of delight down my spine. I pretended to be offended by the ridiculous nickname, nipping at his shoulder. 

“Why would I be pouting?” I asked, with what was definitely not a pout. 

“Why, indeed?” he countered, staring down at me. The fireplace was crackling (it didn’t matter that it was summer and the air conditioning needed to be turned way down, because Sylus said it was the ambiance that mattered more than the electric bill), and the flickering light made the red tint in his eyes shine like a cat’s gaze in the otherwise dark room. 

“I’ve fed you, watered you, played with you, what more could my kitten desire?” he questioned, his lip quirking in faint amusement at my very disgruntled expression. 

I wallowed unhappily in his arms, flipping around so that my face was turned away from his even as I sprawled across his lap and chest. “Hmph,” I grunt, nestling my face deeper into his shoulder before giving him another bite. When I released it, I could see a damp patch in the dark dress shirt from the press of my tongue and teeth. 

His breath stuttered, just a little, but I caught it and hid a pleased smile. I nuzzled into the firm muscles of his shoulder, drawing up my legs and hooking one knee over his, while the other slipped between his thighs. I slipped one hand behind his back in a loose embrace, my fingers smoothing along the crisp shirt at the base of his spine. The other hand I tucked underneath my chin, sighing. 

Sylus wrapped his arms a little tighter around me, lowering his head to press the softest kiss against the crown of my head. 

“What is it you need, sweetie?” he asked, his lips still buried in my hair and his warm breath puffing against my skin. His voice was almost painfully gentle. The heat, and the sweetness, made me squirm in pleasure. 

“I’ve missed you,” I finally admitted, my face still turned away. “And you’ve been so busy…”

I trailed off, reminded a little of my original unhappiness. I wanted to bite him for a third time, but managed to resist. 

“You were hurt,” he answered, and now his voice was firm and low. Deadly, even, for those who knew what to look for. “I’ve made sure it won’t happen a second time.”

I finally turned my head back towards his, peering up at his face from where I lay propped up on his chest. 

“That’s what you were worried about?” I asked, somewhat surprised. Sylus hadn’t seemed that affected, and the wounds weren’t any worse than a typical Wanderer battle. I had been unexpectedly caught in the crossfire of a subway dispute in the N109 zone while on my way back to him. 

When I helped citizens duck for cover, it was as I was sheltering a little kid that those losers took advantage of my distraction, a stray bullet zipping right over my shoulder. The shock and burn of the bullet took my breath away, but my muscle memory kicked in, and I turned, shooting the attacker in the chest. The fight had been quickly subdued after that.

“You could have been shot in the head if his aim had been just a little better,” Sylus said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh,” I said. I paused, before asking, “How did you know that?”

“I found the security footage.” His gaze was dark, his eyes lowered and watchful as he waited for my response. Mephisto had not been with me that day, so I figured there was a good chance my actions might have gone unnoticed (except for the exceptionally painful bullet graze). 

“Ah.” Eloquent as always, I knew. “I didn’t want to worry you,” I admitted. I stroked my palm down his back, as if soothing imaginary ruffled feathers. 

“That worries me even more.” His quiet voice was now even lower. “Does that mean something like this has happened before and you didn’t tell me?”

“Of course not!” I answered before my brain had even caught up with the question. “I mean, okay, I’ve gotten injured fighting Wanderers of course. But not when I’ve been with you.” 

It seemed to settle some of his frustration, though obviously the idea of any injuries were distasteful to him. “You really need to be more careful, sweetie,” he finally grumbled after a long-suffering sigh. I muffled a laugh in his chest, my hand creeping up to cover my mouth as I leaned into his embrace. 

“Why else have you been upset?” Sylus asked when my laughter settled, and I rested my forehead against his collar. I slipped both arms around his waist as he reclined back against the pillows propping us up. 

“No reason,” I answered slyly, hiding a shy grin. 

“I can feel you smiling, kitten,” he said with a smirk. “Don’t lie to me.” 

“I wanted you to know that I was feeling better ages ago,” I admitted. His shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, exposed his throat and the barest glimpse of his chest, so I ducked in to press my lips to his hot skin. He always ran so warm. 

“Oh?” he drawled. “How much better are you feeling now?”

“Very, very much better.” I didn’t even have bandages on my shoulder anymore. 

“And what would you like me to do now that you’re feeling very much better?” His voice was husky and he was practically purring in my ear. I shivered, the warm puff of his breath and his deep baritone igniting all of my senses. 

I drew back, withdrawing my arms from his waist to prop myself up on his chest. I shifted slightly, my leg now pressing up against his groin as I rode his thigh. 

“I would very much like it if you would fuck me,” I said ( ahem , demanded), though a blush I couldn’t control immediately made my cheeks warm. 

He swallowed thickly, his eyes heavy lidded and glowing in the firelight with dawning desire. “How?” he asked.

“What do you mean how?” I shot back, a little petulant. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” He shifted to brace his foot more firmly on the bed and bent his knee, grinding me a little harder onto his thigh as he lifted me slightly off the mattress. I gasped, collapsing forward onto his chest as I arched to press back against his thigh. 

The thin black triangle of fabric between my legs did nothing to block the heat from his body, the smooth fabric of his pants adding a delicious friction as my thighs clenched around his. I wriggled a little, my hips shifting unconsciously to chase that sweet rub against my clit.

“Y-you know how I like it,” I finally answered, feeling a little dazed at how quickly my body was heating up. I was already getting damp, panties slick and tucked into the folds of my pussy. Without stopping to think (Sylus always said he preferred taking action, after all), I lowered one hand to shift my underwear to one side. With my negligee still tucked between us, he couldn’t quite see what I was doing, but I knew he could feel it as soon as I pressed my now bare pussy against the seam of his black slacks.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, licking his lips as his hands slid down to grip my hips. “Take what you want from me.” He adjusted his leg, adding a little more pressure as he rocked me harder against his thigh. I tried to stifle a moan, curling a little into his broad chest as my hands wandered down his stomach. I felt the muscles twitch and ripple even through his shirt. I was desperate to put my hands on his bare skin, but the teasing warmth while he was still fully dressed sent tingles of excitement through me. 

My nipples tightened, clearly visible through the silk, the neckline dipping in a gentle wave against the small curves of my breasts. His bright gaze dropped to the teasing shadow.

“Pull down the straps. Slowly,” he ordered. I didn’t want to move my hands away from him, and I hesitated, my hands already near his belt. 

“ Now , sweetie. Otherwise I’ll stop what I’m doing.” His hands tightened on my hips, a gentle warning. 

I pulled away from him and he lowered his leg a little, allowing me to kneel on the bed. Sliding my hands up my thighs, ghosting over his hands on my hips, and teasing over the soft curve of my belly, I wanted to draw it out and torment him just as much as he was doing to me. 

I smiled, a sultry, inviting curve of my lips that I knew he couldn’t resist. My fingers, pale against the midnight silk of my slip, teased every dip and hollow of my own body. My nail caught the edge of one nipple, tight and thrusting forward under his hot gaze, and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.

It felt so good…and it had been so long since we had last played in bed thanks to my previous injury and his hectic travel schedule. 

“Like this?” I whispered, my other hand coming up to cup the other breast, plumping it up as the neckline dipped dangerously low, the pale pink of one nipple now peeking above the fabric. With the other hand, I tugged at one slender strap and it slipped off my shoulder, delicately resting in the crease of my elbow. Immediately one side of the gown dropped, exposing one breast completely. The palm still fondling the other breast shifted, now covering the nipple from his gaze. 

My nipple throbbed against my palm, and I imagined how hot and wet his mouth would feel, licking and sucking at my breasts. “If I take this off, I want you to use your mouth on me while I come on your thigh,” I tried to negotiate, my voice slightly strangled as I imagined it. 

He cursed low under his breath, tipping his head back as he swallowed heavily. He slid his hands around to cup my ass, but blocked me from any further movement. I whined in protest, trying to lift my hands to wrap around his neck. I leaned forward, peppering frantic kisses to his adams apple, his neck, his collarbone, any skin within reach. 

“How,” he started, swallowing again, “how do you want me to use my mouth?” His eyes speared me in place, and I shivered against him in response. 

“I need you,” I whispered. “So much.” 

“I know, baby. Tell me what you need,” he coaxed, his hands spasming against my bottom. 

“I want you to lick my nipples, suck on my breasts, bite my neck,” I tried to say, but my breath was coming in little pants. He shuddered beneath me. “I want to feel your mouth everywhere. Anywhere.” 

“Take it off,” he growled. “Right now.”

I immediately tugged at my nightgown, the delicate silk stretching and the seams crackling as I tried to whip it over my head. It got tangled briefly in my hair (embarrassing), but with a muffled chuckle, Sylus reached up with one hand to help tug me free. 

I threw it off the side of the bed, and now Sylus could see the tiny straps of my thong and the fabric pushed to the side. Slick patches appeared on his black slacks and the skin of my thighs, the puffy folds of my pussy appearing pink and swollen already. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. I had already made an absolute mess on his slacks. 

“I’m not going to last long,” I moaned. I caught a glimpse of the hard outline of his cock trapped against his leg, and I knew he was just as desperate for me. 

“Did you come when I wasn’t here?” I asked, picking up a smooth, gliding rhythm. “If you did, I won’t forgive you.” Between the heat and friction, I was already getting close, tingles of pleasure rushing through my veins. 

“What would you do to me if I did?” He shifted, tugging me closer and tighter on this thigh, and now I could feel his cock pressing up against me through his slacks. I shuddered, a gasp escaping as I squeezed myself against the heated length. 

“I…I would…not let you come tonight,” I grumbled, panting. “Now, you better kiss me, or I’m going to kick you out of bed and take care of it myself.”

“Oh?” he asked in disbelief, before tossing the question back to me, his tone mocking. “Did you come when I wasn’t there?”

“Twice every night,” I lied shamelessly before laughing at his twisted expression. 

He lunged forward, holding me almost painfully tight as he kissed me deeply. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, before chasing and following it back into my own. Slick, wet and hot, all I could feel was the glide of his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned, tilting my head back so he could thrust himself even deeper inside. I could feel saliva pooling helplessly in my mouth. He was drinking me in, briefly pulling away to swallow, and a thin string connected our mouths. Seeing it in porn was never a turn on, but with his mouth swollen and slick, it made me want to bite his lips mercilessly. 

“Sy, darling, I’m going to die if I don’t come now,” I begged. 

“We haven’t even gotten started,” he said, laughing low and rough. “Don’t give up so soon.”

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” I reminded him. 

“I thought you said you’d been pleasuring yourself twice a night, sweetie. You don’t have any excuses,” he replied, his voice a little strained when I clamped tight around his thigh. 

Instead of arguing with him further, I reached out, carding my fingers through his hair before clenching my hands into fists lightly, and tugging him insistently down. “Your mouth,” I reminded him, before I arched my back, pressing my breasts closer to his face. 

Sylus bared his teeth in unspoken reprimand before he bowed his head, his heated mouth pressing against my skin. Darting out his tongue, he slicked a slow, meandering path along the top curve of one breast, before dragging his lips to the other. He lifted one hand to palm my flesh, cupping and plumping the weight. When he nipped at the delicate skin, a small red bloom was left behind as he moved slowly closer to my nipple. 

It was just the right amount of pressure and release, small little bites soothed by strokes of his tongue. I writhed on his lap, riding both the heated press of his cock still trapped in his slacks and the thickly muscled thigh that flexed and lifted in time with my motions. I could feel my hips start to buck, small at first and then more wildly the closer I edged to climax just from the stimulation to my clit. I finally released his hair and reached down, pulling back the puffy flesh to expose the pulsing little nub and my drenched core.

He groaned when he saw my pussy, and he suddenly cupped my breast more firmly, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking strongly. The pull at my breast combined with the heated press to my clit sent me over the edge, sparks shooting up and down my body. I clung to his shoulders and cried out his name, riding out waves of my climax. 

I slumped, trembling, back into his embrace, the last shuddering flickers of my orgasm sending little licks of fire down my legs. “Oh my,” I sighed, nuzzling my face into his chest as I slid bonelessly down into his lap.

“Don’t quit on me now, sweetie,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he smoothed a palm down my back, soothing away the little aftershocks. 

I laughed breathlessly. “Just give me a second, and I’ll be ready for round two, I promise.”

Sylus lifted me off his lap, settling me back onto the bed and half-propped up in the mountain of pillows at the headboard. He slipped my panties down my legs as I sprawled into the comfortable nest.

I glanced down at his slacks, reaching out to rub a finger in the soaked patch on his thigh. I tickled my fingers upwards to the second spot directly over his still-hard cock.

“Did you have fun, kitten?” he asked playfully, watching my fingers trail along his length.

“Mmhm,” I hummed, pleased with myself when he groaned and climbed to his feet beside the bed. Without comment, he began unbuttoning his dress shirt, baring his chest. 

I licked my lower lip, eyes squinting in lazy admiration. He was so attractive, it should be illegal. I decided to tell him as such, which just made him laugh quietly. In moments, he had already shrugged off the shirt, unbuckled his belt and pushed down his slacks (he had apparently decided to go commando today), and his cock was finally freed, red and pulsing with need. The glimmering firelight shot streaks of orange and red glow across his skin. 

“Sylus,” I whispered, opening my arms in invitation. He slid on the bed, crawling up to kneel before me and shifting forward so that my legs parted on either side of his hips. He sat back on his heels, thighs flexing, and he reverently smoothed his hands down my legs to my ankles. 

His cock jutted up between us, thick and flushed. I couldn’t help but stare at the sight he made, looming over me, surrounding me with his muscled flesh and strong body. I felt so small, but protected, underneath him. 

I slid my hands over his shoulders, lightly scoring his flesh with my nails just like a kitten he always said I reminded him of. Sylus grunted, a pleased sound, and he shifted even closer. He lifted one of my legs up and looped it over the crook of one arm, anchoring me in place, while he wrapped the other leg around his waist. 

“Now sweetie,” he began as he positioned me gently. With my legs spread, I was completely exposed, knowing he could see just how wet and excited I was. He swallowed hard, looking me over as if he were a starving man suddenly presented with a banquet. 

“I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to be raw and hard,” he said almost conversationally, but his eyes, glimmering with barely-banked desire in the low firelight, belied the casual tone. 

“Yes,” I whimpered, feeling another little pulse of liquid at my core. I knew he could see it, smell it, practically taste it in the sex-riddled air. 

He crouched over, covering me, holding his weight off of me as he gave me a long, deep kiss. He still held my legs captive, and I clenched my thighs, wanting to press even more tightly against his body. 

I settled more deeply into the pillows, and he released his hold on my leg wrapped around his waist to brace himself, hand near my ribs as we curled together. His other arm still held one of my legs up over it, keeping me spread wide and open to his hot gaze. 

“I need you,” I said softly, pleading. I could feel myself dripping, the sheets damp beneath my body. Sometimes our evenings were nothing but long, extended foreplay; sweet, drugging kisses and hours of exploration.

But it had been so long, and my body was so primed, I felt ready to explode if he wasn’t inside me soon. The earlier orgasm had only taken the edge off, but I yearned for him. I hummed a little, a small purr I know drove him crazy.

His hips snapped forward, his dick pressed against my pussy, and wetted the length of it with my sex. He gave another small thrust, the head sliding past my clit before he withdrew and thrust again. “Get me wet, baby.” His voice was a low rumble of lust. 

“Why are you teasing me?” I asked, the barest hint of a whine in my voice as I panted. He was so hot, his cock felt like a brand against my sensitive skin. I wanted to arch and wiggle to capture him inside of me, but with his vise-like grip holding me in place, I couldn’t move. 

“I thought my naughty little kitten wanted to play,” he murmured, eyes lowered as he watched his cock tease my pussy. Tingles swept through me with each stroke, little shudders wracking my body. I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was. I could feel his thighs, bracketed under my legs and hips, slick with my arousal. I tilted my head back into the pillows, my shoulders and back arching as I brought one hand up to tweak my nipples, roughly tugging at the tender bud swollen from his mouth earlier. 

With my free hand, I reached down between my legs, stroking the head of his cock as he pumped himself against me, coating the entire length with my fluid. He huffed, head dropping back as he briefly stilled, obviously trying to control himself. I swirled my fingertips over the spongy head, dipping briefly to the slit to swirl the beads of precum leaking from the tip.

He settled back on his heels, and using one hand, he slicked his fingers along the seam of my pussy. “So wet,” he murmured, sinking one finger inside of me. I cried out, the calloused pad of his finger igniting little flames as he pumped one finger, swirling it inside of me, stretching me gently but quickly. Without pausing, he added another finger, scissoring and thrusting them deeper. 

“That’s enough, do it,” I said. I shivered over and over, my toes curling. 

“No, sweetie, not just yet,” he said, his eyes locked on his fingers. He curled them, and I could feel another orgasm already building as he rubbed that perfect spot inside of me. I felt so full and empty at the same time.

“I don’t want to come like this, I want you inside of me,” I said, voice catching as I tried to swallow. 

“I won’t let you, kitten,” he answered, a smirk twisting his lips. “You’re only allowed to come around my dick.”

“Sylus,” I hissed, and without answering, he added one more finger. I felt so full, his fingers long and large, but I know his cock will still spread me even further. The walls of my pussy clenched around the digits, and I could hear the sucking sound as he pumped inside of me, his fingers curling and stroking me. The pleasure felt like white hot flames licking at my skin. 

Finally, I reached down and gripped his cock in my hand, leaving no room for him to pull away. “Fuck me, my love,” I demanded. I lined him up with my pussy. “No more waiting.”

I don’t know if it was the endearment (admitting my adoration for him always sent him into orbit, I thought fondly), or my handling, but he wasn’t playful anymore. 

Instead, he thrust into me, deep and slow and filling every inch of me he could reach. His length and size caused the most delicious stretch and burn, no matter how ready I was. He lifted a little on his knees, bracing more heavily above me, his hand tight on my thigh as he pressed into me so deep I could practically feel him in my womb. 

“Yes,” I hissed, the pleasant ache causing another rush of wetness to dampen between my thighs. He didn’t bother to answer, focused on my face and body and he continued to work his way into me, loosening my body with every rhythmic pump and withdrawal. 

I let loose a throaty moan, my spine arching again uncontrollably, trying to bear down on his cock. My internal muscles flexed and spasmed, wanting to suck him deeper, the wet sounds growing louder and louder. As he pulled out, I whimpered in loss before he flexed forward to fill me once more. 

“Are you ready, sweetie?” he asked, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead from his restraint. 

I propped myself up, curling forward a little to rest my hands on his shoulders. I could see him now, his cock red and angry, sliding into my body, and I felt full to bursting. The pleasure was almost unbearable, as I watched his cock, wet from my juices pull out of me before thrusting back into my stretched, pink pussy. I could feel my body trembling around his flesh.

“Yes, yes, more,” I begged, my eyes glued to where we were connected. I had wanted to give him a deep, lingering kiss, but I was so distracted by the erotic sight, I could hardly focus. I missed the tight grin twitch at the corner of his mouth before he bit his lip roughly. A hint of red appeared on his lip before he licked it away. 

He thrust forward, harder and faster than before, pistoning in and out of my body. I flopped back into the nest of pillows, eyes hazy from pleasure. I panted heavily through my mouth, my entire body jerking with each rough thrust he pounded into me. He bent over, curling me into a little ball since he still held one leg captive, his tongue fucking into my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock. Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth as I moaned around his tongue, the sucking sounds of my pussy growing louder and louder. 

Every ridge, every vein, I felt like I could feel every curve of his cock, electricity sparking along my spine. My toes curled when he finally let go of my leg, and I wrapped it tightly around his hips and waist, leveraging myself up into his lap.

His thighs flexed with each pump, his body bracing mine off the bed so he could get an even deeper angle. His pubic bone bumped roughly against my clit each time he bottomed out, my pussy sucking him deeper as he curved against the perfect spot, igniting my body to a fever pitch. 

He reached down between my legs, thumbing my clit roughly. There was no gentle stimulation, and I was still so sensitive from my first orgasm, it was pleasure that edged into pain. I trembled, crying out tearfully.

“More, more,” I pleaded, sobbing. He strummed my clit again, thrusting into me even more deeply, little growls rumbling in his chest as he stared down at me. I writhed, almost violently, at the sharp sparks of electricity that shot through my body. My thighs tightened, ankles crossing behind his back as I tried to press back into his hips on each thrust. 

“I want you to come now,” he demanded, his voice husky and tight with pleasure, and without warning, two calloused fingers tightened on my clit, the pressure pushing me into another immediate orgasm. I could feel my clit pulsing between his fingertips, my cunt clamping down on his cock so hard I think we both saw stars. I screamed my pleasure, trembling and crying. I could feel his cock pulsing once, twice, pumping furiously into my spasming pussy, before a gush of hot fluid filled me inside. The pressure of his dick, the painful swelling of my clit, and the warmth of his release prolonged my orgasm, breathlessly crying out his name over and over at the stimulation. 

“That’s right kitten, let me hear you,” he purred, leaning down to lick at the tear tracks on my cheeks. He pulsed forward, plugging me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. He was still hard, cock twitching inside of me. 

I moaned, throat hoarse. “Darling, I…”

“One more time,” he coaxed, his voice a low rumble that sent a throb of pleasure through my core. I instinctively tightened again, and he muffled a groan. 

“I can’t,” I gasped. “I’m too sensitive.” 

“I know you can, sweetie,” and his voice was so guttural with need I couldn’t stop the shudders wracking my body. “Look, I won’t even move,” and as he stared hotly down at me under him, I could feel his still-hard cock flexing inside of me. 

“Oh, oh,” I moaned, my hands still clenching and releasing on his shoulders, kneading him unconsciously in time with each twitch. I wanted to twist my hips, but his hand had left my clit to return to my waist, holding me in place. 

“I thought you were too tender,” he tutted, his tone now a little playful in his post-orgasmic haze. “How about this instead?”

With one smooth motion, he flipped us both so that I now lay on my side, half-propped on the pillows while he lay curled behind me. He entered me again before I had time to catch my breath, this angle now deeper and more pointed inside of me.

I grunted, my body baring down on him again and there was a little gush of fluid between my legs, a mixture of his semen and my climax. The silk bedding was wet and a little warm under our bodies. 

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in my ear, my head pressed back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands cupped my breast, kneading the tingling flesh before giving the nipple a pinch. My hands smoothed along the arms bracketing me, and I lifted one leg to prop over his knee. He hummed in appreciation. “How does that feel?”

“Not bad,” I answered, hiding my grin as he gave a sharp little thrust behind me. As I stared down my body, all I could see was his cock disappearing inside of me, my pussy stretched tight around him. 

“Don’t lie to me, sweetie,” he said, nipping my ear in reprimand. He went still, but I could feel him flexing inside of me again, right against that sweet little spot that never failed to make sparks quiver along my nerves. 

I gasped quietly. “Really, really good,” I finally answered. I reached down, feeling the length of him against my thigh and rubbed my fingers where we connected. He shuddered this time, unable to help giving me an extra pump as my fingertips swirled along his cock.

“Don’t tempt me, kitten,” Sylus grumbled, his breath puffing along the sensitive curve of my ear. “I want to take my time.” He gave my ear a sweep of his tongue before he tugged at my earlobe with a light grip of his teeth.

I settled back more firmly into his embrace, my hips and back arching to press my backside into his groin. I wiggled with a tiny, breathless laugh. 

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his lips drifting in a light kiss over my ear, then my cheek and my temple. His heartbeat was thumping steadily against my back. 

“Mmm,” I hummed happily, closing my eyes. “Missed you, too.” I felt cocooned in his warmth, my hands resting against his forearms. 

He curled his thighs along the back of mine, snuggling me deeper into the curve of his lap as he propped himself up on one arm, leaning over me. He touched my chin, turning my face to meet his as he kissed me deeply, his teeth nipping at my lips until they parted, his tongue smoothly entering my mouth in a long, sultry caress. My tongue darted out shyly to meet his, my kitten-like swipes teasing him to enter further. All of my senses were drowning in him -- his fiery taste, that slightly smokey scent from his favorite brand of cigarettes, and the heat and strength of his body. 

When he finally released me, I was panting weakly for breath and my nerves were so sensitive, even the whisper of air from the fan above us sent a small jolt through my body. I licked my lips, damp and swollen from his kisses. 

“Sylus,” I whisper longingly. He gave a slow pulse inside of me, hardly moving, but I clenched as if he had pounded into me. My skin was tingling, small goosebumps prickling along my legs as he dropped one hand to flutter it over the soft skin of my belly. 

“What do you want, sweetie?” he asked again, but this time his voice was a deep, slow drawl of pleasure. 

I didn’t answer, rubbing my face back into the pillow, my body softening and a little tender now that the initial flush of arousal was spent. I flexed my muscles around his still-hard length inside of me, hearing the soft, wet sound. I flushed, faintly embarrassed by the noise. 

“Hmm, I know what you need,” Sylus answered himself, slowly withdrawing. I whined, not ready to stop just yet, but with the cooling moisture between our bodies, I was starting to get uncomfortable. He lifted me into his arms, cradling me as he slid smoothly off the bed. 

I peppered his face with soft kisses, brushing his lips, chin, and throat. “My kitten is always so cuddly after she’s been pleased,” he chuckled, catching my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle nip as he shouldered open the bathroom door. 

“Meow,” I purred playfully, pretending to bat at his shoulder. He moved into the large bathroom, settling me on my feet by the walk-in shower, flipping the handle to warm up the water. I clenched my thighs, a sticky feeling between my legs. His gaze was deep and dark, his eyes drifting down to the glimmer of fluid staining my thighs.

He stepped away to fiddle with the lights, a softer illumination compared to the usual brightness. I stepped into the shower and he puttered around gathering towels, hiding a shy smile as he grabbed a washcloth to clean himself off. 

“Grab me a hair tie, darling?” I asked, raising my voice to be heard above the water. I didn’t want to have to dry my hair again before crashing into bed. I let the hot water sluice down my body, fingering the ache between my legs as I gently rubbed away the sticky fluids. I quickly cleaned myself up. 

When Sylus entered the shower behind me, he twisted my hair up into a bun, careful not to roughly tug the strands. 

“Let me do it,” he murmured gently, reaching over my head for the body soap settled on the ledge. I could hear him lathering the soap as I faced into the spray, and he tugged me out of the water to lean back against his chest, sliding his long, soapy fingers across my collarbones.

I let out a happy sigh as he kneaded my shoulders before slipping down my arms, rubbing in circles and long, smooth swipes of his hands. He tangled his fingers with mine, lifting them to press a quick kiss to the back of my hands before he let go and cleaned my fingers one by one. 

His palms and fingers, rough with callouses from boxing and weapon training, swept over my body, massaging my muscles and digging into sore spots I didn’t even know I had. He turned me around in the water spray, kneeling in front of me as he palmed the length of my legs before he whispered for me to spread my legs. 

Gently swiping his hand along the seam of my flesh, he gently petted and soaped my thighs before he traced his thumbs higher. My head nodded to the side, watching him as he glanced back up to meet my eyes.  I propped one foot up on the shower bench, reaching down to spread the tender, puffy lips of my pussy. I was flushed pink, a little sore, but still hungry for him.

He rinsed the suds away before he palmed my butt and tilted my hips forward towards his hungry mouth. He licked at my clit, lapping at it gently, before tracing his tongue down my pussy, sliding wetly between the lips. I could feel the slick, slightly rough pad of his tongue as he buried it further, pointed and hot and nimble. He swallowed, his tongue darting forward to lap at my shivering little hole, tracing the rim with warm strokes. He thrust it forward, surprisingly deeply, as I cried out, sliding my hands through his hair to grip his head. I cupped my hips forward, begging him wordlessly to dive even deeper inside of me. 

He slipped in two fingers next to his tongue, one hand still holding onto my butt to help rock me forward into his mouth. I slipped the foot that was on the bench over his shoulder as he crouched in front of me, wrapping my leg tightly over his back. He grunted in pleasure, his mouth busy sucking and licking at my pussy, his nose nudging at my clit as he finger and tongue-fucked me until I was dripping. I moaned, clenching my fingers tightly in his hair as I rubbed myself off on his tongue and fingers.

“I’m so close,” I said, my breath stuttering in time to my hips bucking against his face. 

“Not yet,” he commanded, pulling away despite my protest to pick me up in his arms. He stepped away from the spray, my back now against the tiles as I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. 

He didn’t even give me time to suck in a breath at the chilly tiles, thrusting into me deeply. I didn’t feel the burn this time, just a wonderful, aching fullness stretching me. He was diamond hard, rocking shallowly at first before bottoming out with one or two thrusts, buried all the way inside. He did it over and over, building my orgasm.

I cried out, calling his name, trying to stretch it out as long as possible. I could feel it hovering just within reach, so close, and I sobbed as my pussy clamped down. I went wild, my hips bucking as he pounded into me, his own groan muffled as he bit down on my shoulder hard. I could feel the imprint of his teeth and tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, so good, oh my god, I’m gonna-” I could feel it, the absolute shattering as I climaxed so hard I squirted, the fluid splashing on his belly as I writhed in his arms. He followed me a few thrusts later, his teeth still gripping my neck and shoulder as he fucked me hard through his own orgasm.

I went boneless in his arms, aftershocks quivering through me as I pulsed around his cock, his hot come filling me up so full, I could see my stomach getting tight. He thrust up, once again keeping it inside of me, plugging me so tight I could practically see the outline of his dick. 

“Sy, love, I’m so full,” I said, leaning my head back against the tiles in exhaustion. He twitched, still hard. 

“No, no more,” I said as he finally stood upright, admiring the deep bite on the curve of my neck and shoulder. 

“Are you positive?” he asked, not moving. I hung limply in his arms, my arms draped over his shoulders. “I can go all night long. It’s been so long, don’t you remember?”

“Absolutely not,” I groaned, pushing at his shoulder. The shower was still running, and I needed to clean myself off - again . 

He didn’t argue, slowly lowering me to my feet, and gently guiding me into the spray. He grabbed more soap, squirting some into my hand and his own, before he quickly wiped himself down. He angled himself into the spray, rinsing off before he stepped out, wiping himself roughly with a towel as he grabbed his robe and left to brush his teeth at the sink.

I quickly cleaned myself off, and then stepped out of the shower into the towel he had open for me, wrapping me up in the thick terry cloth and his extra warm embrace. I snuggled into his arms. My hair was a little damp from the stray water spray, but not enough to require me to dry it tonight. I nuzzled into his chest, the silk of his robe smooth and cool against my flushed cheeks. 

“Let me finish up, I’ll come help you change the sheets,” I murmured, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I went to step up to the sink, still wrapped in my towel.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said, voice low and untroubled. He didn’t give me a chance to argue, just slipping out of the bathroom. 

I finished getting ready for bed before tiredly walking back into the bedroom in a matching (albeit much smaller) couple robe and nightgown. He had already swapped out the bedding, the sheets now a soft red jersey and an extra blanket thrown over the foot of the bed on top of the silky comforter. I clambered back on the bed, settling in with a deep, comfortable sigh as he fluffed the pillows and tucked me under the covers. 

Sylus pulled me into his arms, bundled in the blankets, while he lay on top of the bedding. He hadn’t gotten dressed yet, but I knew he would duck into the closet for a new set once I had fallen asleep. 

I cuddled into his arms, my face pressed against his neck, breathing softly. I pressed a kiss against his warm skin, smiling sleepily.

“I love you,” he said, low and warm against my ear as he curled around me. He lifted my chin, giving me the sweetest, gentlest kiss I’ve ever received. I could feel tears prick my eyes, and I swallowed, trying to express everything I felt for him in my return kiss. 

“I love you, too,” I answered, staring up at him in the dim firelight still flickering. 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy,” he said, stroking my hair away from my face, his red gaze capturing mine. 

We lay like that, simply watching each other in the low light until my eyes grew so heavy, I could barely keep them open. I yawned, curling into the pillows, warm and comfortable and safe. 

“You already do,” I murmured, my voice slowly starting to fade. “So…much.”

[myzticbean]

Stop kitten around - let’s celebrate

Part 1

Title: Stop kitten around - let's celebrate

Pairing: Li Shen | Zayne / MC (fem! reader) Tags: Zayne POV, super fluff, cute cats and birthdays

Zayne is sequestered in his office attempting to make a dent in the waiting stack of paperwork before he can finally go home, when his phone gives a soft chime, alerting him to a message.

MC: come home soon meow

Zayne: Soon. Almost done.

MC: kitty misses her dad meow

Zayne: Kitty hissed and bit me this morning. Kitty certainly doesn’t miss me.

MC: she says she’s sorry, she didn’t mean it

MC: she would like to have dinner with you

Zayne checks the time, surprised to see how late it had already gotten. Concerned, he taps another text message.

Zayne: Why did you wait? Please eat, I’ll be home in a little while. 

MC: if i eat now, i’ll fall asleep. i wnt 2 see you b4 i go 2 bed

Zayne: I feel like I’m going to have a stroke when you write like that. I’ll leave in 10.

Zayne puts his phone away, hurrying to clean up the folders and files on his desk and stashes them into his bag. He’ll finish them up at home. 

As soon as he walks through the door he sees that the lights are dim, and on the dining room table there’s a little birthday cake with one candle lit. The little tuxedo kitten (well, a cat now, he supposed) sits in a highchair at the table, watching the flickering flame as if mesmerized. It wore a tiny pointed party hat in between the little ears that swivel back and forth in excitement. 

“What’s going on?” he asks, hanging his peacoat on the coat rack next to the door.

“Honey!” A muffled little cry came from the doorway leading to the kitchen as a slender woman balancing two plates and some cutlery steps out, plopping the set on the dining room table. “Perfect timing.”

“I really didn’t mean to make you wait for me,” Zayne begins, unwinding the scarf from his neck as he surveys the settings at the table. 

“It’s Kitty’s birthday, we had to celebrate,” she grins. She strokes the little cat on her back, who is polite enough not to move from her seat at the table. 

“It’s been a year already?” he asks in surprise, sitting down at his usual spot at the head of the table. The cat sits to his right, while his lover sits down to his left. She flicks her dark hair over her shoulder as she gives him a bright smile. 

“Our little baby is growing up so fast,” she coos at the little cat across from her. “We couldn’t celebrate without her dad.” 

Zayne feels a bubble of warmth in his chest, and he turns and looks at the cat over the top of his glasses. It gives him a slow blink and a gentle meow. 

“She’s being very sweet tonight,” he murmurs. He reaches out with a finger, brushing the tip of one ear. The cat obediently lets him fondle her, rubbing her face against the back of his hand. 

“She’s sorry she scratched you, she must have been a little grumpy this morning.” He turns to look at the long-haired woman next to him, giving a small hum of disbelief. 

“Blow out her candle before it melts too much.” She wisely changes the subject, smiling at him sweetly. “Let’s have dinner, and I’ve got a few sweets to celebrate.”

“It’s probably not best to eat too much sugar this late at night,” he cautions before leaning over to blow out the single candle. Kitty sneezes as if to argue the point. He cuts a small sliver of cake, putting it on the small dish in front of the cat.

“Words I never thought I would hear from you…” She raises her eyebrows in mock surprise, then turns her attention to watch the cat heartily dig into its pet-safe cake. 

They both pick up their cutlery, making small talk as they eat. He savors a mouthful of the whiskey she had thoughtfully poured for him, while she sips at a glass of red wine. 

“Long day?” she asks, surveying his face. He feels tired but happy, gazing at the love of his life sitting at the table, her small chin propped up on her palm as she looks back at him. Her eyes are gentle and soft, a little droopy at the corners. 

“Let me clean up,” he says, getting to his feet to grab the plates. 

“No-” she starts to argue, but he waves her back in the seat.

“You cooked, I’ll clean,” he cuts in firmly. She watches as he heads into the kitchen with their plates, the sound of running water soon following.

She takes a sip of her wine, watching the little kitty sitting in her booster seat. The cat’s party hat is slightly askew, but the band still sits under her little chin as she finishes licking the plate. 

“Isn’t he the best cat dad in the world?” she asked, reaching across the table to tease the little cat. She boops the kitty’s nose and gives her chin a scratch. The cat yawns widely, showing her sharp teeth, before she starts to paw at the hat on her head. 

Zayne stands quietly in the doorway, snapping a couple pictures of the playful woman and the little cat. He disappears back into the kitchen, posting the photo and a short caption.

He admires the photo a moment longer before he puts his phone away, and grabs the small platter of macaroons (only two) that have been set out on the counter. 

Zayne walks back into the room just as the cat climbs down from her booster seat, successfully knocking off her birthday hat. She strolls out to the living room to jump on the squishy dark gray velvet chair that has been appropriately named “Kitty’s seat” in the house. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says softly, setting down the plate between them. He sits back in his chair, but before he can move, she stands up and comes around the table to perch in his lap. 

She gives him a long, lingering kiss, the flavor of wine bittersweet on her lips. He deepens the kiss gladly, silently coaxing her to part her lips, and he slips his tongue into her mouth in a smooth caress. He cups her jaw, his other hand dropping to smooth along her hip and thigh.

“My love,” she sighs, a warm little puff of breath against his lips. His chest tightens again, a familiar pain, but he’s so pleasantly warmed by her words, he can’t help but to kiss her - once, twice, a third time. He slides his mouth down to pepper soft kisses on her chin, her cheek, before dropping his head to bury his face into her neck. 

“Sweetheart, sometimes you…” he trails off. 

Instead, he’s quiet for a moment longer, pressing another warm kiss to her neck, his hand sliding up to bury into her long, dark hair. 

“Thank you. For reminding me to come home. For remembering special birthdays.” He reminisces fondly about the birthday that had just passed, the party and well-wishes of his friends and colleagues, the cake and sweets, and the palpable adoration she never hesitated to shower upon him. He could drown in such happiness.  

She grins widely, looping her arms around his neck and giving him a squeeze. “I am pretty amazing,” she agrees. She reaches over, picking up a macaroon and bringing it up to his mouth.

“Not too much sugar, but just a little taste.” He nibbles gently at the sweet in her hand as she holds it up to his mouth, feeding him bite by bite. He reaches out to grab the remaining macaroon, returning the favor.

She swallows the last morsel, sighing happily. She leans down, giving him another kiss, and now it’s so sweet he would swear he had another toothache if she hadn’t just made him go to the dentist. 

“Let me put the rest of the cake in the refrigerator,” she whispers, brushing her lips across his. “You get the shower started, and I’ll join you. And after we get out of the shower…we’ll need another one to get clean again.”

Notes:

More coming in the affectionately titled 'Cat Dad' series! <3 You can also check it out at A03.

Kitty photo credit - Reddit

[myzticbean]

This. WAS. AMAZING.

traditional chinese firework huohu火壶 by 江寻千

[myzticbean]

LADs Fic updates

I've been working on a little something (outside of smut, I mean), and I'm tentatively calling it my AU "Uni-verse" harem...wherein MC is in college, and all of the LI are in the same timeline and approach her in different ways. I'm actually...I don't know, pleased so far. I'll post some snippets when it's ready.

I've also got a billion others rolling around in my head, like MC-is-a-stripper-in-the-N109-zone-verse. And also one where they all raise a cat. So I mean...I've got my work cut out for me.

[myzticbean]

*weeps into my nachos belle grande*

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

[myzticbean]

Sex pollen made me do it

When I saw the Misty Invasion card about the protocores (and how they can seduce you into feeling...other things), I was immediately inspired. The sex pollen trope makes me chuckle, and I thought if anyone would take advantage of it, it would be our cutie Xavier.

If you'd like to read my fic on A03, you can find Part 1 here. I always appreciate feedback! Update: Part 2 live now!

Title: On The Job Work Hazards | Part 1

Pairing: Shen Xinghui | Xavier/You (fem! reader) Tags: Mildly dubious consent, blow jobs, semi-public sex, sex pollen

It wasn’t a hard battle, but the constant dodging was definitely wearing down my stamina as Xavier and I fought to break through the Wanderers’ shields. This one looked like a giant flower, with purple petals glimmering in the strange twilight of the protofield. If one could ignore the giant gaping maw of sharp teeth, and the violent spray of pollen puffing around its body, it would almost look beautiful.

Finally nearing the end, I briefly glanced down at my hunter watch interface to gauge its remaining health. In that split second, it charged at me, shaking its stems as the razored edge of the petals slashed forward. Xavier dashed in front of me, the slice of his blade light throwing the Wanderer into sharp relief as it fell backwards away from them.

“Xavier!” I cried out, watching as he stumbled, a haze of yellow pollen coating his face and chest. I reached out to grab him, cradling him in my arms. His blue eyes appeared dazed and dreamy - not unusual during his downtime, but he had never appeared anything less than laser focused during our missions together.

“Let’s do it now,” he gasped, choking as he inhaled more of the powder. I coughed as well, the yellow dust sticking to my lips. When I swallowed, there was a strangely sweet though gritty taste in my mouth.

Holstering my gun and removing my sword, we both raced forward, striking with expert precision. The Wanderer’s garbled cry faded as it soon disintegrated into a puff of black and blue matter. 

Xavier immediately slumped to the ground, groaning. I rushed over, falling to my knees beside him. 

“Xavier? What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?” I patted his shoulders and arms as gently as I could, looking for broken bones or blood. I moved down his chest to his legs, squinting as I shifted closer. The navy uniform was good at disguising bloodstains. 

“Not. Hurt.” He panted, mouth open as he tilted his head back. He leaned back on his palms, his legs quivering under my touch. 

“I don’t believe you,” I answered bluntly, hands moving more swiftly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

This time his groan sounded more like a moan, his hips giving an aborted thrust when I stroked my hands once more down his thighs. I paused, looking down to see his arousal tenting the slim, tight fit of his pants. 

He watched me, his eyes hooded and hazy, desire turning his eyes into a dark, watery blue. I felt like I was being sucked into a whirlpool.

“Xavier?” I asked hesitantly. “Is…is it what I think it is?”

Watching his face flush, whether it was desire or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell, but I felt my own cheeks turning red. That sweet and salty flavor once again assaulted my senses.

“Was it the pollen?” I asked worriedly, and he shrugged. His head bobs as if he’s drunk. My hands have stopped their wandering, and he whines a little at the loss.

“Touch me,” he gasps, his breathing turning labored. “I need you.”

It felt like a punch to the gut, and desire seemed to melt through my bloodstream at his words. It wasn’t like we hadn’t danced around each other for the last few months working together. After grandma and Caleb…Xavier was just there, working the same long hours I had. It wasn’t quite so lonely in my almost devastating grief. 

My hands hovered unconsciously above his lap, but I didn’t press down.

“You’re not in any condition to give me consent, Xavier,” I said quietly. “Do you want me to take you to a hospital?”

He was starting to sweat, small beads at his hairline, and he roughly opened the neck clasp of his jacket. A glimmer of his skin peeked through the unbuttoned collar. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to notice my own uncomfortably warm reaction. While I hadn’t been exposed to nearly the same level of pollen that Xavier had, I could feel my own body starting to heat up. 

He caught the hint of my movement, licking his bottom lip in pleasure. He reached for me, pulling me closer and into his lap. I gasped softly, feeling the hot, hard length of him pressed against my backside. I unconsciously rocked back before abruptly stilling the movement, even as he tried to press me down even more firmly against him.

“Honey, please” he pleaded, a term of endearment I had never heard him use before today. Usually he called me by my name (or my full name when he was very irritated). 

“Xav, don’t,” I whispered, my hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, a little desperate now. “I can’t do this while you’re not in your right mind.”

“No,” he said abruptly, his glassy eyes staring straight into mine. “I know what I want, I know what’ll make us both feel better.” He cupped his hand over my pussy, and I whimpered at the heated press of his palm even through my pants. 

He lowered his eyes to watch his hand rubbing slowly against me. I shuddered in pleasure, giving into a small rocking motion against him. With his hot, hard cock now pressing eagerly in the crease of my butt, and his hand expertly fondling me, I wouldn’t need much encouragement to come right then and there. 

“I’m…I’m already…” I was a little dazed by how quickly I could feel myself starting to lose myself in the sensation of his hand and warm body pressed under me. 

“You wanna come?” he asked roughly, his thumb now pressing with expert accuracy against the seam of my pants right over my clit. I shuddered and moaned, pressing my face into his neck.

“Oh, gods,” I whispered, trying not to grind too hard into him, but I could hardly stop the movement. I took a deep, panting breath. His natural scent and the sweet, powdery wisps of the pollen hit me hard. I wondered how damp my panties and trousers had become, and from his swallowed curse, I was guessing it was undeniable now. 

He held me even tighter against him, removing one arm around me to brace behind him. Using the leverage, he thrust up more firmly against me. Even now, I could feel the sweet ache building, and he wasn’t even inside of me. I hadn’t dry humped with a boyfriend since I was in highschool. I chuckled a little breathlessly at the thought, before groaning against the sensitive skin of his neck.

He muttered something unintelligible, I couldn’t hear it over the rushing of blood and the sizzle on my skin. I lifted up, shifting around as I lowered my hand between our bodies, rubbing a little roughly over his cock still trapped in his pants, and it was like a spark of electricity went off between us.

I could feel him, pulsing quickly under my hand, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge. His strokes, previously methodical, were now erratic against my pussy. It helped clear my head, just a little, enough so I could back off his legs a bit.

“No, don’t,” he said desperately, his hands once again reaching for me, but this time I moved determinedly away from him.

“Shh,” I whispered, glancing at him beneath lowered lashes. “Let me take care of you first. Just to take off the edge.” I took another look around, but we were in a deserted no-entry zone with no other nearby teams. I would need to call into headquarters soon, though - we shouldn’t be quiet on the coms too long.

He hissed quietly when my hands went to the myriad of belt buckles across his jacket and finally around his waist, loosening just enough I could gingerly tug the zipper down. He was so hard, he strained against the barrier, and I didn’t watch to catch any skin. He sucked in a breath, watching my hands at work. Xavier braced one arm back to support his weight, while he lifted his other hand to play with strands of my hair. 

“Lift up a little, sweetheart,” I said, tugging a little at his waistband, but I missed the dark flare in his eyes at the unconscious endearment. I wanted to pull down his briefs enough to free him without the band sliding back up. He shifted and without much effort, I watched as he pulled his cock free, his normally pale skin now flushed.

The soft skin over his belly, with sparse blonde hairs trailing down to his cock, was pink with his arousal. The tip flushed an angry red, quivering between us. A small bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip, and without any teasing, I took him into my hand.

I gave a slow, easy pump, and I thought he was going to tumble to the ground, the sound of his pleasure rumbling in his chest. I didn’t have much time to linger. I flicked my gaze upwards, my hand still steadily moving. He covered my hand with his own, hot and a little damp, his gaze dark and wild as he watched our fingers moving up and down together.

“It feels so good,” he murmured, his face lax and sex-drunk. He tipped his head back, eyes closing, lost in the feeling of our hands on his taut, warm flesh. 

“What can I do to make you feel better?” I ask, low and sweet, my hand getting damp and a little sticky from his precum. I leaned over, not really thinking, and opened my mouth, letting a little dribble of spit wet his cock.

He gasped, clenching his hand tightly around mine. “Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart,” I cautioned, seeing how the red - almost purple - head of his cock swelled. He caught his breath on another gasp, moving my hand a little faster, up and down, twisting a little over the tip before circling down back to the root. 

“What do you want?” I asked again. I knew he was getting close already. I lowered one of my hands between my legs, rubbing lightly over the seam of my pants. I could feel how damp I was even through the thick fabric.

“Yeah, touch yourself,” he begged, his eyes now locked on my hands. “Or let me do it.”

“Just focus on yourself,” I ordered. “Is it okay if I use my mouth?”

I didn’t pause my movements, guided by his hands, but there was a stutter as his hips thrust into our grip, another bead of precum leaking down over our fingertips. 

“Yes,” Xavier hissed, his tousled blonde hair falling forward over his eyes as he curled forward. “Please, please.”

I didn’t draw it out, crouching down over his lap, my knees digging uncomfortably into the rocky dirt. I lapped at the tip, the slightly bitter, salty taste spreading over my tongue as I gently swiped up the moisture. 

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered, finally falling back and laying flat on the ground underneath me. His hips gave an aborted buck before stilling as he tried to catch his breath. Powdery streaks of pollen dotted his uniform, the gritty texture dusting his cheeks. 

Without teasing him further, I swallowed down as our hands pumped down on his shaft, opening my mouth wide to take him in slowly. I tried to pool a little saliva in my mouth, letting it wet his dick as I inched down his length. I tucked my lips closer and twitched my tongue as I tried to widen around him, avoiding pressure with my teeth.

“Take it, yeah, just like that,” he murmured, his eyes locked on me. With his free hand, he cupped the back of my head, tugging me closer. I inhaled through my nose, trying to breathe normally while I swallowed a little around his cock, taking it in further until it bumped the back of my throat.

I swallowed again against the pool of saliva flooding my mouth, trying not to gag. He didn’t press me any further, letting me adjust, the warmth of my mouth sending little quivers of pleasure through him. I could feel his thighs tremble slightly under me.

After a moment to adjust, I slowly bobbed my head, my hand pumping up to follow my mouth as I sucked on him, dragging my tongue in a slow wave against the sensitive underside of the head. His sucked in breath told me he liked it, so I rubbed my tongue there again before swallowing him back down. 

He moaned, his fingers tightening their grip as he cradled my head in his hand. I made little bobs, suckling as I settled into a smooth rhythm. My fingers massaged his cock as my mouth wetted it with each languid slide up and down, my tongue fluttering over the head with each pass.

“Honey, please,” he whispered, voice strained. I liked the pet name, liked the tiny shiver of excitement that shot through me when I heard his voice wrecked with pleasure.

I sucked more strongly, beginning to pump a little faster and bobbing my head into a shorter, faster dip. While I didn’t bottom out quite as much, I could feel him beginning to pulse and flex in my hands.

His hips started to thrust in time to meet my mouth, pressing a little deeper when I sucked down, my nose brushing the soft, sparse blonde hairs at the base of his cock. I moaned, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through him. I could hear his fast, breathless pants, his hand fisting in my ponytail as he guided me a little more roughly.

I choked, my throat tightening and spasming around him, and he grunted. “Yeah, baby, let me, just like that.” 

His voice wasn’t soft and sweet anymore, a low growl humming underneath the usually breathless quality of his voice. I shuddered, feeling caught in his grip, trying to breath as he thrust a little more deeply, bumping the back of my throat. I whimpered and swallowed, releasing his cock with my hand so I could brace myself on his thighs. He took over, fisting his cock as he pressed forward between my lips.

I could feel saliva draining, my mouth gleaming, the corners of my mouth leaking down and pooling down on his flesh. The wet fap of his hand and my mouth made me blush furiously, embarrassed and aroused in equal measure. 

I was so turned on even as I remained untouched. My nails dug into the rough, thick fabric of his pants, scritching a little at the stretch and burn in my lips and jaw. I mewed just a little, trying to keep a steady rhythm.

“Don’t stop, I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight. I could feel his balls tighten when my chin brushed them, my lips dragging as I bobbed my head, throat working on each swallow. His precum spread over the roof of my mouth, coating my tongue, and the scent of his arousal blocked out everything else.

His thrusts became deeper, more powerful as he let go of some of that tight control he always had, his cock fucking my mouth as he threw his head back, his guttural moans like dark music in the deserted space. Finally, his entire body tightened, taut like a bowstring as he arched, his muffled “fuck” echoing as he spurted into my mouth.

He thrust a few times, erratic now, as a hot, warm gush of his come flooded my mouth, bitter and salty and thick on my tongue. I wanted desperately to pull away and spit it out, but he held my head tight in his hand, still pushing me down a little on his cock as he gave a few final jerks into my mouth.

“Yeah, honey, so good, you did so good,” he murmured, finally releasing my hair and letting me pull back, releasing his cock with a small pop . “Can you swallow for me?"

I grimaced but did as he asked, swallowing down his release before sighing, and settled back on my heels next to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked tentatively as his breathing finally calmed, and he slipped his pants back over his hips though left the belt unbuckled. He looked a little lazy, his eyes hazy with pleasure and a slight sheen of sweat dampening his neckline. He looked tousled and ruffled, and I wanted to jump on top of him and pin him down to the ground. 

When he looked at me and met my gaze, I wondered just how much I had revealed, because his lip curled in amusement as he watched the expressions flit across my face. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he answered slowly, his voice back the usual soft, breathy puff. But his heavy-lidded eyes were dark, passion-filled, and I wondered just what he was thinking.

I felt a little awkward, not sure what I should be doing now that the initial burst of desire had passed. I quickly swiped my hands over my face, blushing at the damp saliva and traces of his come still dotting my chin and cheeks, swallowing the taste of him in my mouth. He watched my hands, and I could see he was semi-hard through the tight fit of his slacks. 

I shifted backwards, getting ready to stand, but he grabbed me and lifted me onto his lap. I squealed a little as he settled me down, bending his knees a little to cuddle me closer, his arms looping around me.

Xavier leaned forward a little, pressing his face into the bend between my neck and shoulder, breathing deeply. He nosed my collar out of the way, a soft kiss lightly fluttering over the sensitive skin. 

“Xa…vier…” I whispered, trembling a little in his arms. I was a little confused, and a little unsure of what to do. He could swing hot or cold depending on the day and our mutual stress level and workload. We had never been this intimate before, always dancing on the edge of something more but neither willing to commit to it.

“Come home with me,” he murmured, lips peppering kisses up my neck, cheek, my chin, before sweeping over my lips in a gentle caress. “I want to make you feel good.”

I lifted a hand, cupping his cheek. “Is this from the pollen?” I asked warily. “To be honest, I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

He opened his mouth, getting ready to speak, when a sudden beep from my hunter watch interrupted us. I answered, pressing the interface button. “Hunter, we detected some anomalies in your area. Have you completed your mission?”

“Yes, we defeated the wanderer and closed the protofield. However, we were both sprayed with an unidentified powder, and will be initializing Decontamination Protocol 3.”

“Understood. Report back after decontamination protocol has been completed. HQ out.”

“Hunter out.”

I turned off the watch as Xavier stared back at me, cradling me in his arms. He didn’t clutch me tightly, but soothingly rubbed up and down my spine, which I could feel despite the thick leather vest I wore. It felt surprisingly natural. I wondered if the pollen was also affecting me, especially when I leaned forward in his arms and brushed my lips over his cheek. I drifted across his soft skin, nibbling at his earlobe. It flushed red beneath my lips and tongue, and his breath caught in a light gasp before he spoke. 

“Will you come home with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and subdued. He knew there was a chance I’d say no, and that he couldn’t argue with me. 

“I…” I hesitated, before sighing and saying, “yes. I want to. But it really might not be a good idea.”

He cupped my chin, silently requesting that I raise my eyes to his. I glanced up, a little shy, and unconsciously lifted my hands to cover my mouth.

He pulled the hand away, kissing me deeply. There was no way he couldn’t taste himself on my lips and tongue. He hungrily sipped at my mouth, slicking open my lips so that our tongues could playfully curl together. He rubbed the roof of my mouth before retracting his tongue and gently pulling away. 

He rested his forehead against mine, and I could feel his slowly hardening arousal pressed between us. I unconsciously rocked forward in his lap, enjoying the slow released huff of his breath. 

“You feel so good,” he said, voice a little rough. He swallowed hard. “I’ll do whatever you want. Even if you just want me to take you home. To your home,” he clarified. 

“I want you,” I answered softly. I felt a little embarrassed, but made myself meet his eyes. “I want a shower, and I want you…to…” I gulped. “I want you to fuck me. And then make love to me.”

He groaned, peppering little kisses on her face. “Yes,” he said, his voice quiet and a desperate tinge to the agreement. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I did as he asked, sliding my arms over his shoulders, and he boosted himself to his feet, holding me steady with one palm cupping my butt. I heard the clank of his belt rustling as he held me up against his belly.

“Hold on tight,” he murmured. And with a dazzling flash of light, we were swept away.

[myzticbean]

Saving this one for future fic references :)

All About Zayne

All information sourced purely from official, in-game resources

Personal/Family Information:

Age: 27

Birthday: September 5th

Astrological sign: Virgo

Evol: Ice

Workplace: Akso Hospital

Family: Unknown. (But in one of the World Underneath stories, he mentions that both of his parents are doctors. And since he used the term "are", I assume they are both still alive and practicing)

Update! Home Address: (Literally all I can find so far is that he lives near a mall lol)

Occupation(s):

Chief Surgeon of the Division of Cardiac Surgery

Lead researcher of the Evol-Cardiac Medical Laboratory (AEC)

PhD Advisor of the Skywalk University Medical School

Areas of Expertise:

Complex congenital heart defect corrective Surgery

Aortic valve regeneration and repair (Evol-based)

Atrial septal defect repair (Evol Intervention)

Evol-assisted heart valve repair

Heart transplant

Educational & Professional Timeline:

2035 - 2043:

Attended Skywalk University Medical School

Published more than 30 research papers as the first author in professional journals with an impact factor of over 9.0.

2043:

Obtained his MD from Skywalk University Medical School.

Started working in the Division of Cardiac Surgery at Linkon Central Hospital.

Served as an attending surgeon and chief medical officer.

2046:

Starcatcher Award

Received for his landmark contribution to lowering the prevalence of congenital Cardiac defects in newborns with his discovery that Evol genes affect the mutation rate in cells during heart development.

Linde Award

Received for successfully performing the very first aortic valve regeneration and repair operation with Evol technology

The youngest winner of the Linde Award

2048:

He was appointed as chief Surgeon of the Division of Cardiac Surgery at Linkon Central Hospital

Established the Evol-Cardiac Medical Laboratory, leading a number of research projects related to Cardiac function regulation and transformation by Evol.

Present time:

Serves as the chief of Surgery of the Division of Cardiac Surgery.

Serves as the lead researcher of the Evol-Cardiac Medical Laboratory (AEC).

Serves as the PhD Advisor of the Skywalk University Medical School.

[myzticbean]

FFS. Okay fine *throws all my money*

[myzticbean]

Love and deepspace

I've been REALLY into the Love and Deepspace game - like, ridiculously invested in fictional people and story lines, and of course, competitively trying to see how far along I can get without spending a fortune. Anyways, thanks to my newly found favorite game, I've reinvested my time into my fanfiction, dusting off a lot of rusty skills. I want to do even more. I hope anyone that finds this will also enjoy it.

“Are you pouting, kitten?” he asked, and the huskiness of his voice never failed to send a little shiver of delight down my spine. I pretended to be offended by the ridiculous nickname, nipping at his shoulder. 

“Why would I be pouting?” I asked, with what was definitely not a pout. 

“Why, indeed?” he countered, staring down at me. The fireplace was crackling (it didn’t matter that it was summer and the air conditioning needed to be lowered, because Sylus said it was the ambiance that mattered more than the electric bill), and the flickering light made the red tint in his eyes shine like a cat’s gaze in the otherwise dark room. 

“I’ve fed you, watered you, played with you, what more could my kitten desire?” he questioned, his lip quirking in faint amusement at my very disgruntled expression. 

TL;DR: Sylus and MC have been apart for a while, and it really shows. A moment of love, sex and deepspace.

[myzticbean]

From children to adults, James and Zilpha are no strangers to blurred lines and the horror of of household secrets.

[myzticbean]

Everything is awesome. *pees self a little*

[myzticbean]

LOLOL *dies*

if anyone ever asks why return of the jedi is my favourite star wars film i’ll just send them this gif