sweetcalebb

[sweetcalebb]

hey i know you didn't like it but, that squinting request where reader can't cum?

so, when rafayel said "did you think I'd walk away because I know you better?" I had to put my phone down because it brought me to tears, lots of tears. I really needed someone, even if through a story, to say that to me. You know? So, don't sell yourself short and thank you

aww im glad i got to tell u (even thru story) what u needed to hear. u deserve to be seen and loved!! 🫶🏻 and thank u sm! i seriously didn't think that work would get that much attention 😿 i thought it was gonna flop. but again! im glad my work gave u that!

[sweetcalebb]

i had to whip out my earbuds to read this. i was LOCKED IN! they're so cute.

XAVIER LIKES HER! OFC OFC! WHAGWHA WHAHA

it's the subtle things that make me go crazy, like him glancing at her in the stands or staring at her as she walked into the classroom and then COMING TO CHECK ON HER AFTERWARD GAWWDD YES PLS!!! my chest feels funny

a long day (spring of sophomore year)

small town au xavier series part iv

synopsis: a flashback to the incident in the spring of your sophomore year of high school, that day you were determined to finally confess to your crush.

★pairing: xavier x fem!reader ★wc: 3.9k ★content: flashback, high school/teenage years. fluff & angst. secret crushes. reader has congenital heart disease and tachycardia. she has an exacerbation of symptoms and passes out. very much directly inspired by xavier anecdote #3 ★an: anecdote #3 my beloved!! I plan to have at least a few little filler chapters like this in the series, flashing back to their time in high school, and this one came really easily to write. I was gonna hold onto it for longer but I'm too excited and I wanted to share it. I hope you guys like it!! <3 ★part iii ★read on ao3 ★series masterlist

Today was the day.

It was 2 am, and you'd been straining your eyes in the narrow shine of your book light for the past two hours, so you wouldn't alert Gramps that you were up way past when you should've been asleep.

In your hands was a perfect culmination of all your love and affection, written out painstakingly by hand, in swooping cursive letters that matched the name scrawled on the envelope.

In your waste basket was five or six or more trashed versions of all your love and affection, but still.

This one was the one.

You tucked the love letter into the little pocket of your backpack, careful to make sure it would stay hidden, and wouldn't get a single crease during classes.

At the end of the day would be the big moment, the occasion you'd circled on your calendar and counted down the days to.

Xavier Shen, cutest and smartest and most talented guy in school, was participating in the fencing regional championship.

And the meet was happening at your school that year, so you'd be able to witness the moment where it was determined if he made it to nationals again.

Which, he would. He was so amazing at fencing (and handsome and gentle and smart and perfect), so he was going to win. He could probably do it with his eyes closed, you'd bet on it.

Except you had the worst luck in blind boxes and gacha games, so. Probably best you didn't accidentally curse him by betting on it.

When you finally tucked yourself into bed, it was hard to sleep from the building anticipation for what was to come. And when you chased your dreams, it was with a racing mind that matched the persistent, troublesome flutter in your heart.

Your heart didn't let up.

It was okay, though! You hadn't been hospitalized in over a year, and that wasn't going to change now.

It just happened sometimes, and you were used to it. You told yourself it was fine, as you crouched down on the bathroom stall floor, head lowered between your knees and taking deep breaths through the fluttering palpitations.

You were just so excited, that was all. You were mistaking your excitement for the symptoms of your arrhythmia. You were fine.

And you were late for sixth period and everybody looked up at you when you came in, including him. And you felt him staring all the way to your seat but you were fine.

It was fine.

Today was too important, there was no way you were missing out on this. You'd waited so long, you'd thrown away so many letters.

For months, and months, you'd thrown away every letter before you could deliver it.

But today. Was. The. Day.

You drew one more star on your notes before the last bell rang, and you snapped your journal shut. Stuffing it into your backpack, you rose with an unsteady inhale that you quickly masked into humming when the kid who sat next to you looked over.

You fought the dizziness all the way through the crowded hallways.

At your locker, you shared the space in front of the little mirror you had on the inside of it with your best friend in the whole world.

"I wanna get a piercing here someday," Aarya said, pinching at her septum.

"Mm."

"Maybe my eyebrow too. Oh, or snake bites! Snake bites are soooo cool."

"Cool."

"Hey, are you even listening?"

"What?" You turned to see Aarya with her arms crossed, and sighed. "Sorry. Just thinking."

"About what?"

Your answer was interrupted by the excited shout of your name, and you turned to see a short girl with rounded, freckled cheeks running up to your locker.

"Hi, Harper!" you said with a grin, shooting an encouraging look towards Aarya as your best friend suddenly got shy. Turning back to Harper, you added, "Today's the day!"

Harper gasped, clasping her hands together. "You're gonna do it?"

You gave a determined nod, and Harper gave you an excited fist bump.

"Yesss, dude! I knew you had it in you!"

You were about to say something, but Harper was already turning to your other friend, hearts practically shining in her eyes when she did.

"Hi, Aarya! Oh, I loved the poem you wrote for the lit. assignment!" Harper bounced on her heels, swaying in place. "It was sooo pretty!"

Aarya was smiling now, with the dimple in her cheek that only ever showed when Harper was around, as she anxiously twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

"Thanks, Harp," she mumbled, and you hid your own smile behind your hand.

Harper had a grin too, one that matched the twinkle in her eyes, and it only dampened a bit when her phone chimed with a text.

"Okay, just wanted to say hi! I gotta get going, Mom's waiting for me. One of the cows just gave birth, sooo, lots of chores to do." Harper sighed, skipping backwards with an enthusiastic wave. "Byeeee! Good luck, you got this girl!"

You gave a big wave back, then turned to Aarya with a wide smirk.

"What?" she huffed, tugging at the hair still wrapped around her finger.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," you hummed, your smirk turning into a wicked grin as Aarya narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Unable to resist anymore, you poked at her cheek, "You just got that cuteeee little dimple showing!"

"Hey!"

Aarya pretended to snap her teeth around your finger in a bite, and you pulled back with a laugh.

You peeked around your locker door, to the one four down from you. He hadn't stopped by it today—probably busy getting ready for the match.

Reaching into the little bag you kept in your locker, you pulled out your favorite strawberry flavored lip gloss. You swiped it across your lips, smacking them a few times as you checked out every angle of your appearance in the tiny mirror.

All you could hope for is that he would see the sparkles in your lip gloss, and not how tired you looked.

"So, you're really gonna do it?" Aarya asked, leaning against the other lockers.

You gave a determined nod, patting your backpack's compartment where the letter had stayed safe all day. "Got it locked and loaded in here, ready to go."

"Mission plan?"

"Give it to him after he wins his match in regionals. I'll find him in the hallway afterwards and bam!"

"Okay, great."

You nodded, and Aarya stared at you.

When you just kept nodding, she widened her eyes, lifting her eyebrows in expectation.

"And then…?"

"Well, that's it," you mumbled, tugging at the hem of your school uniform's pale yellow sweater. "I give him the letter. Confessed."

"So you're going to give it to him and…run away? Orrr…?"

You swayed in place, head down, picking invisible lint off your skirt and tights. "I'll…improvise."

Aarya sighed, and you jumped when you felt the weight of her hands come down on your shoulders.

"Hey," she said quietly, and you hesitated before looking up at her. But there was only kindness in her eyes when she told you, "Even if it doesn't happen, don't beat yourself up, okay?"

You frowned, looking away and back again when she squeezed your shoulders in encouragement.

"Yeah, okay."

"Promise?"

You huffed at the pinkie she offered, her super secret tactic to get you to admit something. Again, you hesitated for a split second before you swore on it.

"Yeah." You nodded, determined as you shook your pinkies back and forth. "Promise."

Because today was the day, and you would not give up now.

You didn't feel so good.

Sitting at the edge of the bleachers, you blinked rapidly, forcing yourself to focus on the match happening.

It wasn't Xavier's turn just yet, but he was next—you could tell by not only the yearbook photographers, but journalists from the local newspaper pulling the lens off their cameras and finding the best spots to take pictures.

Off to the side of the gym, he was running through his pre-game exercises with his sabre. The fencing coach was nearby, talking on the phone, as Xavier went through the same movements with quick, fluent precision.

He only stopped when his coach said something to him. He gave a little nod before lifting his mask to put on, but not before glancing towards the bleachers.

You quickly looked down, fidgeting with the zipper of your backpack, fiddling with the pale yellow star keychain with the cute face that dangled off of it.

The announcement of the match is the only thing that brought your attention back, and you scooted to the edge of your seat, along with everybody else in the stands.

Xavier Shen was a prodigy, one that everybody in your small town could be proud of. He still had two more years of school to go, but everyone knew he could do whatever he wanted, go to any school on a scholarship once he graduated.

You figured that they all looked forward to pointing at his name in big, international fencing news one day and saying "That's the boy from our town! The mayor's son! Making us all proud."

You knew just enough about fencing from doing afternoons of research in the library to follow along with his matches. Xavier needed 15 touches before his opponent in order to win, and he was quickly gaining the lead.

But even if you didn't know what was happening, you could've followed the titters of excitement through the crowd, or tracked the scoreboard whenever he made yet another point.

Your breathing was short, and stuttered on every inhale as you watched with rapt attention, excitement making your heart race, something else making sweat bead on your forehead.

You didn't feel good.

Breaths were held with each of his graceful strikes and parries, and only with one last graceful, decisive move that proclaimed him the victor did everybody rise from their seats and cheer.

You jumped to your own feet, clapping and cheering and slowly tilting sideways as the room blurred, and went dark.

Everything was muffled. Your limbs felt sluggish, and your head hurt, and panic slowly seeped into your veins as you tried to reorient yourself.

"Give her some space," somebody said.

"What happened?" another asked.

"Dunno, she fell right off the bleachers when the match ended."

You whimpered quietly, and when your eyes opened, you didn't recognize a single face gathered around you.

"Let her breathe," somebody else ordered, sounding out of breath themselves, and you're subconsciously reaching for whoever said it before you see them crouched next to you.

His fluffy hair looked like a halo when he leaned over you, the gymnasium's fluorescent light behind it making it glow golden, and you wondered if you got a concussion.

"Are you okay?" Xavier asked you, and your face felt so hot from embarrassment that you wanted to just disappear.

You nodded, then stopped, wincing as you felt the dull throbbing in your head.

"Did you hit your head?" he asked quietly, his hand hovering near you, and you slowly sat up, knees pulled up to your chest.

"I don't know," you muttered.

It was harder to breathe in the center of the small crowd that had gathered, and you wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole.

There's a tap on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Xavier with his back turned to you, watching you from over his shoulder.

"Here," he said. "Climb on."

You stared.

And stared.

And you came to the conclusion that yes, you really did have a concussion, and it was a bad one because you were hallucinating.

Xavier Shen, the boy you'd been crushing on since middle school, was kneeling in front of you, looking at you and speaking to you directly for the first time ever.

Maybe you were still dreaming? Maybe you were still in bed after writing your love letter, and the day hadn't even happened yet.

But your head hurt, and your heart still felt funny, but not in the good way he always made you feel.

"I'll take you to the nurse's office," Xavier said, and there was something in the soft lull of his voice that had you nodding only to wince again, and reaching for him.

Your arms locked around his neck, your full weight against his back. He stood slowly, a steady grip around your legs while another voice began to panic next to you.

"Xavier, you should really stay here—"

"I already won."

"Yes," the voice stuttered. You turned your aching head to the side to see his coach with his cell phone still in hand, trying to stop him. "But there's reporters and college scouts who already want to talk to you about—"

"I don't want to talk to them," he replied flatly, already walking.

"The team could use your support—"

"They can support each other."

"Xavier, your father really won't be happy if—"

But he was already carrying you through the doors, leaving the coach and the match and all the whispering people behind.

The hallways were quiet an hour after school had ended. You didn't even know if the nurse was still on duty, but Xavier carried you there anyway, his pace sure but not panicked.

You looked at his hair stuck to the nape of his neck, messy and sweaty from wearing his mask for his match. He smelled like some generic teenage boy's deodorant, and you hated that smell, but it wasn't too overpowering on him. Plus his uniform was clean, probably freshly pressed before today, and still smelled a little like fresh laundry despite his exertion.

There was no way any of this was actually real.

But the warmth of his back where it met your chest felt real enough. His grip on your legs was polite but steady, and his voice was soft when he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you stuttered, fingers unintentionally curling into the front of his fencing uniform before you frantically tried to smooth out the wrinkles you just caused. "Sorry."

"It's okay," he answered, and you weren't sure if he meant the creases in his uniform, or the scene you'd just unintentionally caused at what was supposed to be his big event. "What happened?"

You winced, tucking your face into the back of his shoulder, because you didn't know what else to do with the unwanted guilt and frustration that was creeping up on you.

"It's my heart," you mumbled, finally admitting something was wrong for the first time today, feeling the tears prickle at your eyes. Your eyelids felt hot when you squeezed them shut, willing yourself not to cry in this moment that will probably never happen again. "It's…bad."

Xavier shifted his hold on your legs, holding you tighter as he carefully maneuvered down the steps to the ground floor.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked quietly. No judgment, not even any morbid curiosity rooted in a whisper and stare mentality that other kids had when they asked about why you missed school so much sometimes.

"I have CHD."

"What's that?"

"Congenital heart disease," you muttered, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay, fighting to keep your wavering voice steady. You weren't so much sad as you were mad that you had passed out like that. "It means I was born with heart defects."

"Oh," he said, voice faltering with the soft sound.

"I've gotten surgeries to fix it," you continued to explain, all the while worrying you were saying way too much about it, but it was hard to stop now that you'd started. "But it caused other issues too. Like, my heart beats way too fast, usually. It's called supraventricular tachycardia. And it can make me dizzy, or I've passed out a few times before. So…yeah."

Your voice trailed off the longer you explained, and you hid your face further into the back of his shoulder when you realized you were totally talking way too much.

"Can you take medication for it?" Xavier asked, and you jolted a bit in surprise that he was continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, I have a few different ones," you mumbled, readjusting your arms around his neck. "Sometimes I have to wear a heart monitor, too. To keep track of my heartbeat."

"Are you wearing one right now?"

"No," you said quietly, already dreading the hours long drive to another city's big, state of the art hospital to get checked up on again after this.

When Xavier entered the nurse's office, the kind older lady rose from her seat with a smile that quickly turned into familiar concern when she saw you on his back.

"What happened, sweetheart?" she asked as Xavier carefully sat you down onto one of the office's patient beds, and the genuine kindness in her voice had you suppressing tears again.

"She fainted," Xavier offered when your head dips down, unable to find your voice, not trusting yourself to not cry from the frustration and embarrassment, and desperately not wanting to do that in front of him. "She fell off the bleachers, and I think she might have hit her head."

"Okay. Thank you for bringing her, Mr. Shen," the nurse said to him before turning her full attention to you, grabbing the familiar sight of the blood cuff and pulse oximeter from her drawer. "Let's get you all checked out, okay?"

Her voice was familiar from your frequent visits to her, reassuring, and you nodded. You kept your head down, feet planting evenly into the ground, rolling your sleeve up in the well practiced routine of her placing the cuff around your arm.

You didn't look up when you heard Xavier's footsteps slowly retreat, or when the nurse offered quietly, "He's a very sweet young man, isn't he?"

You nodded, wiping hastily at the tear that finally fell.

You stared at the wall, the curtains drawn around your bed as you listened to the nurse calling your grandpa to come pick you up.

Her elevated heart rate is causing a drop in blood pressure, she had told him after telling you. And she might have a minor concussion. She should see a doctor, but I don't think she needs hospitalization, yet.

Yet, you repeated in your mind, holding the thin blanket over you tighter.

You were fed-up, frustrated, angry at nothing in particular except the heart beating too fast in your chest, and hoping you didn't have to stay in the hospital again.

The year had been going so well, so why now?

Why today?

You'd waited for it for months. Today was supposed to be the day, and it'd turned into...this.

And your letter was finally perfect, ready to be in his hands.

You sat up in a panic at the thought, the ice pack you were loosely holding to your head falling from your hand.

"Oh no," you mumbled, glancing around you, fumbling with the blanket.

Your backpack.

You left your backpack on the bleachers.

Your name being called has you jumping, clutching the blanket tighter when the nurse peeked her head around the curtain.

"You have a visitor," she said softly.

Wiping at your puffy eyes, you nodded, even as you were on a one-track mind and said quickly, "Okay. But ma'am, my backpack is gone. I think I left it in the gym, I need to go get it."

She just smiled sweetly at you, disappearing behind the curtain as a familiar face replaced it.

You sat up even straighter with a shaky inhale, nearly bolting up from the bed when you saw Xavier standing there.

He was back in his school uniform, white sneakers scuffing against the clean tiled floor as he shifted in place.

"You left this," he said, and your eyes darted down to see your backpack held out in his hand, your star keychain swinging with the motion.

You stared at it, thinking about what had been hidden all day with that closed zipper, and quickly grabbed your backpack from him.

Xavier blinked in surprise when you jerked back. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly at how suddenly you moved, and you gasped quietly.

"Sorry!" you said, then shook your head. "I mean, thanks. Thank you."

"Sure," he mumbled, tapping the tip of his sneaker against the floor again.

You watched him a moment longer, waiting for him to leave.

But he stayed, and it was only when he held out his other hand to you when you realized why.

In it was a familiar little pink and white cartoon, with a cute little cartoon cow smiling up at you.

You glanced from it to his face, even as he looked off to the side.

He…what?

You kept looking from the strawberry milk, to his avoidant gaze, and back down again. Only when he finally stepped forward did you react, your eyes wide when he took your hand in his.

Xavier did it gingerly, fingers hardly grazing the back of your hand as he turned your palm up, and placed the strawberry milk in it.

"Okay," he mumbled, not looking at you and tugging at the hair at the back of his neck again, still messy from his fencing match. "Bye."

"Oh—" you started, then stopped, watching him turn on his heels and quickly walk away, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his uniform's plaid pants. "Bye."

You looked down at the milk, then your backpack, and stood up quickly from the bed with a gasp.

Stumbling out of the nurse's office after him, your free hand fumbled with the zipper, your keychain swaying with your frantic movements.

But Xavier was already halfway down the hall. Your mouth opened, and his name got stuck in your throat.

You stood there, soundless as you finally unzipped your pocket.

The love letter with his name in cursive across it was finally in your hands, ready to give, but he was long gone.

"I already scheduled an appointment," Gramps was saying as he made sure you were buckled in before pulling the truck out of the parking lot. "And got you excused from school for the next couple days."

"Which hospital is it?" you muttered, fidgeting with your keychain.

"Linkon," he told you, and you relaxed a little. "You may have to get some more tests done, especially since you fainted."

You frowned, staring down at your backpack in your lap. "I don't want to do another tilt table test. I hate those."

Gramps sighed. "I know, girlie," he said, and the familiar warmth in his deep, scratchy voice calmed you.

He pinched your cheek gently, and you couldn't help but smile.

"But, hey," Gramps said, tapping the side of the half-finished strawberry milk in your hand. "I'll get you as many of these as you want. What do ya say, champ? Deal?"

You took a long sip from your favorite drink, pretending that you were thinking it over as you put on a brave face.

Because you knew he was doing his best for you. You knew he got scared, too.

"Alright," you said, smiling at him, and it became more genuine when he smiled back and gave you an encouraging fist bump. "Deal."

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[sweetcalebb]

Reader who can’t cum pretty please 🙏

Squirtings good tho~

LADS men helping you squirt ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

a/n: idk how everyone out there does these kinda prompts without it sounding like copy paste 😿 i have a newfound respect for u guys. I TRIED! and ik these were fast paced. sorry. also, did research, and u CAN squirt w out cumming!

context: you have a condition (medical or it's just hard, you decide)in which you can't come. you tell the boys and they insist they can take care of you <3

p.s. idk rafayel that well 😞 and i had another request similar to this one "they make you squirt for the first time I beg of thee <33" if that was u and u still want that after this pls let me know!

Caleb <3 !

Caleb lets out a shudder when your hand wanders down to the bulge in his pants. For weeks, this was your routine.

Messy make-outs, eager handjobs or sometimes blowjob, Caleb trying to return the favor and you nudging him away.

"N-no, not today," Caleb manages, gently grabbing your wrist and guiding it away.

You frown, your hand tensing slightly. "Did I do something wrong?"

Caleb swallows thickly, his cock giving a twitch of protest when he rests your hand at your side. "Not at all. I just—I feel bad."

"Why? I really want to, Caleb."

Caleb has to will himself not to give in to the way you say his name. "No, it's not that... I just can never return the favor."

He sees the flash of panic that passes through your eyes and quickly continues, "Which is fine! I don't have to touch you if you don't want me to, I just think we should give this a break for a little."

You glance down at the sheets, your face burning with shame. Both, at what you're hiding and the fact that he won't let you touch him.

Caleb scoots closer. "Hey, I really want you to touch me. Really, I do, it just doesn't feel fair."

You take a small breath, then softly murmur, "I can't come."

Caleb's brows furrow. "What?"

"I can't come," you repeat, heart beating wildly in your chest. "I've tried everything, I just can't. That's why I don't let you return the favor. You literally can't."

Caleb blinks. Then, utters a soft, "Oh."

It's quiet for a beat until he speaks up again.

"So, does it not feel good?" His voice is curious, not accusatory. "'Cus when you touch me it... It seems like you like it, but if you don't I don't want you to fa—"

"No!" you blurt out, a furious blush coloring your cheeks. "I like it. I like it a lot. I still feel pleasure, I just can't come."

Caleb lets out a soft breath, almost like it was meant to be a laugh but he subtly covered it up. "So... do you want me to touch you?"

You chew your lip, your body screaming a wordless yes even as you shake your head. "I can't come."

"That's not what I asked."

You take a second. "Yes.."

Caleb smiles, slipping his hand down your waist and tugging you closer until your stomach is pressed to his. "I can touch you all day and night if that's what you want. I don't care if you don't come."

"Your wrist will hurt."

He can't help the laugh that slips out at your warning. "Do you want me to, Pips?"

You nod again and he slowly slips his hand under the fabric of your underwear, teasing his fingers through your slick.

You can't help buck into his hand and Caleb sighs. "I could've done this sooner.. God, you've been so needy, huh?"

When you nod, he eases a finger in. There's almost no resistance and that makes his dick jump.

"I'll take care of you. I'll go as long as you want," he pushes a second finger in, "as hard or soft as you want." He starts pumping slowly, drinking in your expressions.

Your face pinches in pleasure, hands clinging to him as he effortlessly reaches that spot that makes your toes curl.

"This still okay?"

You nod, chest rising and falling with your uneven breaths. "Mhmm.. It feels—different.."

Caleb nudges his fingers deeper, rubbing along that spongy spot inside you. "Here?"

"Yes, Caleb!"

He gives a soft moan at how perfectly you squeeze around him when he rubs over that sweet spot. "Want me to keep touching you here? Or do you want to try something else?"

"Mmn! I–I don't know!" you gasp, your body arching into his touch against your will.

Caleb slows down, gently rolling you over so you can lie on your back. "I won't do anything you don't want. You tell me what you need, alright, Pips?" He leans down to capture your lips.

You can't even return it properly, too focused on the way your stomach curls and your hips jerk every time he pushes his fingers in. Was that normal?

"Why does it feel like I'm gonna—wait–" You bring your arms around his neck and hug him close. "Caleb, it feels like I'm gonna—"

"That's normal," Caleb says, slowing down just a fraction. "You're doing good."

But he keeps hitting that spot. Keeps the same pressure, the same speed, the same angle and it makes you think you might actually pee.

Wait, you think you are.

You can't even tell him to stop before you're making a mess all over him.

"I'm.. hnn.. I'm sorry, Caleb!" you squeal, squeezing your eyes shut and hiding your face in his neck as if that might erase the pure mortification of whatever the hell you just did.

Caleb inhales sharply, easing his out fingers to rub languid circles over your clit. "Shit. You—you're so pretty."

Your ears burn.

"Don't say that.."

"Why not?"

"I didn't... pee?"

"No," he responds, kissing the top of your head. "That was something else and you—" he breaks off on a groan, trying to withstand the urge to grind himself into your leg. "You were.. so perfect."

Caleb carefully pulls back to look at you. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop?"

You can still feel him stroking you in small circles, and despite how overwhelming that was, you don't want to stop.

"Can we... keep going?"

Caleb nearly shudders. "Anything for you, princess."

Zayne <3 !

Zayne presses a fervent kiss to your jaw, his hand slowly drifting lower. Down your stomach, and stopping at the waistband of your panties.

You squirm, your cheeks flushing as you grip his wrist. "Wait.."

Zayne instantly draws his hand back. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I got ahead of myself."

"No, no, not at all.. It's just.." You pause, your chest tightening.

"What is it?" Zayne's about to shift away from you when suddenly you cling to his shoulder and pull him back.

He flinches slightly, but he doesn't resist. "It's alright," he starts again. "We can simply—"

"I can't, Zayne."

Zayne blinks once. Then he nods. "I know. It's okay, we don't need to do this. We can—"

"No, Zayne.." You sigh, your whole body burning with embarrassment. "Touching me is pointless. I can't... I can't... come."

Zayne opens his mouth, then closes it again. Did he hear that right? You can't.. come?

"You have anorgasmia?"

You flush. You're not even sure what that word means, but the fact that you're even having this conversation—with Zayne of all people—is making it hard to breathe.

"I don't—I don't know." You shift uncomfortably, your hand squeezing around his shoulder. "I've tried. But I just can't."

Zayne looks at you thoughtfully. Then gently, he says, "Pleasure doesn't always need a climax. But if you don't want—"

"I want to," you quickly say, arching into him despite yourself. "I just didn't think you'd want to since I can't..."

Zayne lets out a soft breath through his nose as he leans down to press his lips against yours. "You know me better than that, don't you?" he murmurs.

You give him a weak nod and kiss him back, gently guiding his hand back between your legs.

Zayne's breath hitches, but he doesn't hesitate.

He starts rubbing you through your clothes, drinking in the soft sighs that come tumbling out when he puts just the right amount of pressure.

"Don't feel like you need to perform for me," he reminds quietly. "I'm not doing this to make you cum." He kisses you slower, matching the pace of his fingers.

"I'm doing this to make you feel good."

You sigh, your hips bucking into his hand. You can't help it. Some part of you wishes he would stop. You two could be at this for hours and you wouldn't finish. But another part of you is screaming at him to continue. To go further.

Almost as if he read your mind, Zayne carefully helps you out of your panties and nudges them aside.

You bite your lip, your face flushing as he stares down at you with pure adoration. He drags his hand down your stomach, then lower.

He runs his fingers through the slick mess between your legs, watching as your thighs twitch around him, like your body can't decide whether to squirm away or pull him closer.

"Relax," he coaxes. "I'll be gentle."

Zayne circles your clit firmly.

"This still feels good, doesn't it?" When your hips come off the bed in confirmation, Zayne smiles. "Good." He rubs faster, absorbing every shift and twitch like it's scripture.

"I won't—I can't come," you remind him, even as your body melts into his touch.

Zayne shakes his head. "Shh. This isn't about making you come. Just enjoy it."

You give a barely-there nod. Then slowly, carefully, you feel him push a finger in. You gasp, your hands fisting in the sheets.

"Is it too much?"

"No. No, it feels good."

Zayne nods, gently pulling his finger out, then pushing back in. He does it over and over again, making sure you're relaxed before he adds another finger.

"Is this still good?"

"Yes," you breathe out, wiggling your hips. "Please don't stop."

Zayne's breath catches in his throat as he pumps his fingers in your slick heat. He could stay here forever, listening to you, feeling you.

He lets out a soft groan, sinking in deeper.

The pressure makes your stomach tighten. He keeps hitting that weird, spongy spot inside that makes your whole body ache. You can't even keep your moans down long enough to ask him to wait.

Your thighs tremble and Zayne stills when a sudden gush of wetness spills against his fingers, down your thighs, and onto the mattress.

For a second, you're frozen. Humiliated. You've never done that—whatever that was. You glance up at Zayne, mortified, but his eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"You..—"

You squirm, your face flushing. "I'm sorry—"

Zayne shakes his head and surges down, capturing your lips with his. "Don't apologize. I don't want you to hold back with me."

You kiss back, your heart still pounding in your ears. "Was that..?"

"No. It's different," he murmurs against your lips. "But did it feel okay?"

You hum against his lips.

"Do you want to continue?" he asks, his fingers flexing inside you.

Yes.

Yes. Everything in you is screaming at him to please continue, but you just shake your head. "No, that was good."

Zayne stares, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Is that what you want?"

You chew on the inside of your cheek. "No..."

"What do you want, then?" Zayne shifts his fingers, the wet sound making your face burn. "Use your words."

"I want you to continue," you whisper.

Zayne hums, his lips twitching with a subtle smile as he leans up to press a small kiss to your forehead. "That's better."

Xavier <3 !

Xavier snuggles into your boobs, inhaling you like you're the only air he'll ever need. You sight softly, heat dripping low in your stomach despite your best efforts to keep your horny thoughts at bay.

"Xav.."

"Yes?" he murmurs, blinking up between your breasts.

The sight forces you to tear your eyes away. He's too good at this—the whole innocent 'I'm-just-resting-my-head-here' act when you know what he really wants.

"You're being naughty."

"No, I'm not." He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your chest again, his hands coming up to palm your breasts.

You'd been holding back with Xavier weeks given your... issues and he never questioned it too much. He was content with just kissing you, but he did get a little needy every now and then.

Like now.

You stare down and feel a pang of guilt. He's been so patient. Even when he wants it so much. You can feel it—physically feel how much he wants you when you two kiss and you're sitting in his lap.

You sigh, raking your hand through his hair. "Hey, Xavier."

"Mmn?"

"I'm sorry we haven't... gotten physical."

You mentally cringe.

"Don't apologize for that. This is good," Xavier hums, pressing a reverent kiss to your chest, the warmth of his lips seeping through the fabric of your shirt. "This is really good."

"But.. do you want more?"

Xavier looks up, blinking, like he can't decide whether this is a trick question or something you want an answer to.

"Um... I.. Is this a trick question?"

You give a rueful little smile. "No. Be honest."

"I mean, doing more with you would be nice. But I don't need it. I'm perfectly fine like this."

The ache between his legs might beg to differ, but he would never guilt you into doing something with him.

You stay silent, fidgeting with his messy hair.

Xavier immediately sits up when you don't say anything. "Did I say something wrong? Was that actually a trick question?"

You shake your head. "I just—I want to do things with you, Xavier... but... I can't come."

Now Xavier's silent. He wasn't expecting that.

"Oh. Do you know why?"

"No," you murmur. "I've tried everything. Nothing works. I even tried toys."

Xavier's face flushes at the mention of toys, eyes darting around like he's trying to find their hiding spots. Then, quickly he forces his eyes back to you. Now isn't the time to look for your secret dildos or whatever it is you tried.

"Oh," he says again, his chest tightening. "That's.. fine."

You pause. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you still feel good when you do... things?"

Your cheeks warm as you nod. "I just—I've never tried anything with you because it would be useless. I wouldn't—you know?"

The thought makes his cock twitch traitorously. Xavier shifts awkwardly, slowly crawling back over you. "I could still make you feel good, if you want me to."

He slides his hand down your waist and squeezes like it's the only thing keeping him from crumbling.

"Even though I wouldn't...?"

"It doesn't matter. I would do anything you want for as long as you want," Xavier insists. And he means it with every fiber of his being.

Your heart stutters and heat rushes between your legs.

"Is there anything you'd want to try?" Carefully, he dips his hand down your stomach, stopping between your thighs, his touch light. "I'll do it."

"Are you sure..?"

Xavier nods. "Positive."

Your body lights up at his answer, your head already swimming with all the things you've wanted him to do. But one thing sticks out.

Shyly, you start, "Would you... go down on me?"

Xavier can't bite back the strangled sound that comes out. "Yes," he breathes. "Yes, I would go down on you."

He slips his fingers under the waistband of your pants and underwear, waiting. "Can I?"

You nod, watching with clouded eyes as Xavier gently pulls your clothes off and dips his head between your legs. He pulls your legs over his shoulder and when you feel his breath on your needy heat, you think you want to keep him there forever.

He kisses you—soft at first, then harder. You just taste so good. Musky, a little sweet, too.

He wraps his hands around your thighs and starts eating you out like a man starved. You gasp, shooting your hand down to tangle in his hair.

"Xavier!"

He hums in response, the vibration making your toes curl. You didn't expect it to be so good, but it is. So, so good.

You roll your hips, unable to stop it and Xavier groans when he feels you. He even pulls your thighs to guide you on his face.

The sounds you two make are obscene. Wet, sloppy squelches, groans, and sighs that are borderline pornographic. It's something you never thought you'd experience.

And when Xavier slowly eases two fingers in, you nearly cry. How can he even reach that deep?

"Oh, God! X-xavier! You—You're—!"

He gives you slow pumps, his tongue working your clit at the same time. And when he curls his fingers, your hips jump.

"W-wait! Why does that feel so—?"

You can barely speak before he's doing it again. And again. And again. And again. You're a squirming mess, hips chasing his mouth and fingers.

"Xavier...! Wait I think I might—!"

Xavier moans when he feels you spill against him. But you're desperately trying to twist away from him, embarrassment stinging your cheeks.

You gasp. "Oh my god, did I just— I’m sorry, that was so gross—"

Xavier slowly eases away, chin and lips glistening with your arousal. He wipes it away, pupils blown wide pure adoration.

You can't even look at him, but you're still blurting out apologies like that might erase the mess you just made.

"Gross?" He breaths out an incredulous sound. "Are you kidding?"

You swallow hard. "It wasn't—?"

Xavier makes an incredulous sound. "That was the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

"W-what?"

"I loved it." He notes the way you're squeezing your knees together and feels a pang of guilt. "Were you enjoying yourself?"

You take a moment before giving a shy nod. "Yes. I just.. wasn't expecting that. Were you okay with that?"

"More than okay," he immediately answers.

"But that wasn't coming, was it?"

Xavier shakes his head. "No, not quite. You're sure it felt okay, though?"

"Mhmm.."

"Then, is it okay if I stay a little longer?" Xavier asks, sliding his hand over your knee.

Yes! You want to greedily pull him back down, but you see the way his chest falls and rises a little too quickly. "Don't you need a break?"

"No." He leans closer. "I don't need a break unless you do."

Your stomach flutters. "I don't need a break yet."

Xavier smiles, gently prying your legs apart and lowering his face between them again. "Then neither do I."

Sylus <3 !

"Something's been bothering you," Sylus says between kisses, his hands dragging up your sides and squeezing like he can't help it.

You sigh, arching into him. "What are you talking about?"

He presses a soft kiss to your head before pulling back. "Whenever we get intimate, you tense up." He cups your face, rubbing a soothing circle over your cheek before letting his fall to his side.

"You can tell me if this isn't what you want, sweetie. You always can."

You nod, grabbing his arm and pulling him back down as if to prove your point when you say, "I know... It's not that though."

Sylus chuckles when he feels you close your arm around his neck. "All right then. What is it?" He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses it. Soft. Slow.

You smile, chest squeezing at the way his eyes never leave yours. "It's embarrassing.."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed of. Tell me what's on your mind."

You swallow hard, bracing yourself. "Um.. I really want to do stuff with you.. But I can't..."

Sylus quirks a brow, but he doesn't look accusing or judging; he is just curious. "Say more..."

"I can't.. come.."

There’s a beat of silence. A slow, terrifying beat, before Sylus finally nods in acknowledgment. "All right.. Do you want to talk about that more?"

Your cheeks burn an embarrassing red, but despite the heat, you still feel an odd sense of comfort. So, with a shaky breath, you start, "I still feel good. But there's just... no finish."

"No release," Sylus echoes, and you nod.

Sylus hums, nibbling on your knuckle. "So that's what it is? You don't want to burden me?"

You give a shy nod and Sylus almost can't help the scoff that slips past his lips. You frown, about to ask him what he's making that sound from when he leans down and kisses you. "You could never be a burden to me. In or out of bed."

You gasp against his lips.

"But—"

"No buts. Do you want to feel good?"

"..Yes."

"Then let me make you feel good."

–

The next time you see Sylus he pulls out a velvet-wrapped box, intricate designs engraved on its side.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you stare down at it, cheeks flushing like you already know what's inside.

"What's this?"

"These are options," he says, watching with an amused little smile as you slowly open the box. Inside are lubes, oils, and a few dildos. They look beginner-friendly, but it doesn't stop your mind from spinning.

"You don’t have to do anything tonight. Just… options for you, if you ever feel curious. I want you to feel safe."

You tentatively pull an oil out. "What's this?"

Sylus grins, his chest warming at the way your lips part with curiosity. "It's meant to enhance your pleasure."

Then slowly, you pull out the dildo. It's not as intimidating as you thought it'd be—It's actually a cute pink, not too big or too small, with a few ridges lining the side.

"Again, you don't have to try that."

Your mouth goes dry as you look back up at him. "I want to."

Sylus's lips twitch with a smirk. "You do?"

You nod, tapping the oil. "And... this too."

Sylus nudges the box aside and kisses the top of your head. "Tell me if you ever want to stop. This oil can be overwhelming at first."

You let him guide you onto your back and strip you down—slow and gentle. Like he would stay in this moment forever if you let him.

Then slowly, he rubs the oil on your clit, his touch making your back arch. Sylus smiles. "Does it feel good, sweetie?"

"Mhm."

"It'll take a few minutes to kick in, but in the meantime, we can explore with this." You watch, your stomach fluttering as Sylus applies a generous amount of lube on the toy, then gently nudges it at your entrance.

He watches every shift, careful not to hurt you.

And when he pushes it deeper, your little mewl makes him twitch in his pants.

"How does this feel, sweetie? Do you want more?"

You gasp, clutching his arm. "Yes, please!"

He presses deeper, giving you a moment to adjust. The second you start squirming your hips, he gently starts pumping the toy in and out, gauging your reactions. At the same time, he reaches down and starts rubbing firm circles over the achy bud between your legs.

You squeeze his arm tighter, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

"Talk to me," he breathes. "Is it too much?"

You furiously shook your head. "No! Please don't stop!"

Sylus lets out a soft laugh. You're beautiful like this. He works over every spot he knows will have your back arching and your toes curling, building you to a high you didn't know was possible.

"Sylus...! I feel like—Ah! Every time you do..hahh.. that! It feels like I'm... I'm gonna..!"

Sylus smiles, slowing down, just enough to let you relax, but not enough to let you come down from the high.

"Shhh... Let go. You're not going to pee, if that's what you think."

You grab him impossibly tight. "P-promise?"

Sylus nudges the dildo deep, hitting that spot once more and you nearly lose it. "I promise. Do you still want this?"

When you nod, he doesn't stop anymore. He hits all the right places, again and again and again. Then you feel it—the pressure in your stomach, the sickening tightness—

You barely have time to speak before you're spilling yourself on the dildo and his wrist.

Sylus lets out a stuttered breath. "God, look at you… absolutely stunning."

You want to flush, ask him if that's really what you thought it was, apologize for just... spilling yourself but he's already leaning down and kissing you.

"That was okay?" you ask between kisses and he groans.

"That was perfect. You're perfect."

Rafayel <3 !

Rafayel leans back, lips kiss-swollen, and brows furrowed in concern. "Hey, you okay? You..." Rafayel pauses, unable to hide the hint of offense, "tense every time we do this."

You open your mouth, unsure of what you're even going to say, but Rafayel quickly continues. "It's fine if you don't want this," he assures you, slipping his hand into yours and squeezing. "Just tell me. I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No.. It's not that..."

He sees the way you seem to shrink. "Not that I’m demanding fanfare every time I lean in,” he jokes, hoping that might ease the tension.

Your lips curl up in a small smile. "I know..."

"Then what is it?"

With a shaky breath, you finally manage, "I can't come."

Rafayel's brows come together. "You.. can't come?" he repeats, relief flooding his chest when you nod.

Not that he's happy you can't come, but at least it isn't him.

"I'm sorry I didn't know," he murmurs, cupping your cheek and pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

You smile, leaning into his touch. "It doesn't mean I don't experience pleasure though.. I just," you shrug softly, "never finish."

Rafayel nods, thoughtfully. "You should've told me sooner. I wouldn't have—"

"No, Raf—" you laugh breathlessly, cupping his face in your hands. "I'm trying to say that I want to do things with you. I want to right now."

Your cheeks warm when you hear yourself.

"I still feel good. And if you didn't mind..—"

"I don't mind," Rafayel answers, already slipping his hand around your waist and pulling you close. "I don't mind at all."

"Then do you want—" You break off on a yelp as Rafayel scoops you into his arms. You laugh, curling your arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Setting the mood."

You scoff, nuzzling into his neck. "You don't have to make this a big deal."

"Why not? You're a big deal to me."

He gently sets you down on his bed and dims the light before crawling over you. You swallow hard, every cell in your body lighting up the instant he leans down to kiss you because now you know where this is going.

He's slow, gentle. The way he always is, but he's also hungrier, needier.

His hands drag down your side, remapping your body before finally landing between your legs. He pulls back to look at you as he applies gentle pressure.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Rafayel asks, his voice low, laced with a hint of frustration. Not at you though, at himself.

"I just didn't know if you'd still want to... do stuff if you knew."

Rafayel lets out a small shudder, rubbing firm circles through your clothes. "Do you seriously think I'd walk away because I know you better?"

You give a slow shake of your head. "I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have thought—"

Rafayel kisses you again, his hands slowly working your pants and underwear down your legs. "Don't apologize. I'm sorry."

He's gentle when he nudges your clothes away. "I should've been more attuned to you," he says, his hand finding the heated skin between your legs again.

He drags his fingers through your slit, a quiet breath slipping out when he feels how much you've wanted this.

"N-no, Rafayel," you try, your hips rolling into his touch. "It's not your fault."

"It is." He crushes his lips against yours, his fingers slowly working over your slick heat. "Let me make it up to you."

You press your palm to his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath the faint whiff of turpentine and terpene clinging to his skin. Then you nod.

"Okay."

Rafayel doesn't waste a single second. He pushes in slowly, his mouth parting at the way you cling to his finger.

He waits until he's certain you're ready, then he nudges another finger in, drinking in the way your face pinches with pleasure.

"Tell me if it’s too much, or not enough. Every stroke is for you."

"It's enough," you mewl, the sound shooting straight to his core. He can't help it. You're so beautiful like this.

He curls his fingers once, gasping when he touches the spot that makes your back arch and your hips jump.

"There?" he asks. "Do you like that spot?"

You don't even know what that spot means, you just know it feels good so you give a furious nod. "Yes! I like.. It!"

Rafayel knows he should keep his teasing to a minimum. You're being so open and vulnerable with him after all, but it slips out unbidden.

"That's it." He bites his lip, a silent scolding, but then it comes out again. "Falling apart on my fingers.."

When you flutter around his pumping digits, he nearly loses it.

You cling to his shirt, heart pounding. "Feels so good... keep talking.."

Rafayel shudders, his thumb brushing against your clit when he speaks. "Yeah? You want to hear my voice?" His voice dips, jaw tensing from the effort of holding himself back. "Look at you... dripping all over me."

He hits that perfect spot. And once he finds the exact place that makes you breathe out a whiny moan and curl your toes, he hits it again and again.

"You're so beautiful."

You feel your stomach burn, the pressure inside you coiling tight. Too tight.

"Rafayel..!"

You gasp as you spill yourself over him, a furious blush painting your cheeks. You want to curl up and his in his blankets, but he's leaning down and pressing his whole body weight onto you, kissing you slow and deep.

"You're my most beautiful work."

You make a muffled sound into the kiss, melting into it. When he pulls back, his cheeks are tinted a cute pink and his breathing is uneven.

"You said... that you don't finish.. but you can squirt?"

You cover your face. "Don't say that!"

Rafayel smiles. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's gorgeous."

You peek through your fingers. "Really?"

"Really."

He gently pulls your hands away and kisses you again. "Thank you for showing me that side of you."

"Thank you for helping me."

—

@cafekitsune for dividers!

i didnt like this.

[sweetcalebb]

please i need a part 3 i feel so extremely ill reading it. hurt/no comfort got me

a part three will be coming! 🫡

[sweetcalebb]

im in pain but I chose that pain and its my favorite kind (the hurt no comfort Caleb and in general non mc angst)

hehehe (i do that to myself too)

thank u for reading tho!

[sweetcalebb]

hiii!! I just wanted to drop in and say that i LOVE your oblivious caleb hurt/no comfort ITS SO GOOD<333 continue writing bff because ur works are FIREEE 🔥🔥

OMG GRACIASS!! thank u so muchh. im so glad u liked my work

[sweetcalebb]

i have such a hard time digesting no comfort angst but i the absolute YEARNING in oblivious caleb pt 2 really! did it for me

YAY!! thank u for reading!! 💗💗

[sweetcalebb]

YES YES YES YES. YES PLEASE. YES.

heavy breathing.

He’s big. (cw: smut)

Intimidatingly so. He doesn’t say that as an ego boost. No—he says it because he fears hurting you. But you’re stubborn and tenacious, and you want to feel all of him.

The need for a physical connection, a link, a union, is visceral. So, you struggle to fit him, even if it takes the entire night to train your body to accommodate his size. Best believe he dials the praise and encouragement up to 1,000.

“Look at me. Breathe. Take me in slowly.”

“I’ve got you. Remember to breathe. Don’t tense up, sweetheart.”

“You’re doing so good. Just like that. Bite my hand if you need to.”

“That’s it. So good. So good for me.”

The entire time, he’s fighting a battle of his own. You’re as tight as a vise, and it’s a feat to keep from coming with each pulse of your body at every devastating inch he manages to slip in.

[sweetcalebb]

UR RUSTTYY?? THIS WAS SOO GOOD

“ready to start using your words? or do you need a little help remembering how?”

WHAAAAT??!! GIVE HIM TO ME NEEOOWWWW

sylus knows.

you’re restless, more vocal than usual. soft, uneven purrs slipping out between breathy little whines. and yet, he pretends not to notice. feigns indifference even as you subtly rub yourself against the furniture, or let your tail brush against him when you pass. you think you’re being discreet.

he’s told you so many times to just ask him for things you want. wether it’s his credit card, a sliver of his attention, or his cock — it never mattered. he always encourages you to be honest about what you need. generous, open-handed, never judging. but you never ask. instead you fidget. you stutter. you tiptoe around the wanting like you’re hoping he’ll somehow read your mind — like you’re too shy to say it, but too needy to stop trying to show it.

and truth be told, oftentimes you didn’t even need to tell him. sylus always does. but he’s kind while you’re shy. and so he indulges you — picks up the pastries you were eyeing, purchases the little dress you left in your cart. 

but this was different. this felt like entertainment. it was amusing to watch, and he’d taught you manners often enough for you to know better at this point. he’s aware of your uneven purrs, accompanied by little whines, your tail flickering against his thigh, when you sprawl out over his lap, belly up, legs stretched, like you’re offering yourself without even meaning to.

sylus knows the ache is unbearable — knows how empty you feel. he knows you want to be filled to the brim, held down, soothed, have him fuck the heat out of you until you’re seeing stars. and yet, he waits. curious. amused. wondering just how far you’ll take this ridiculousness. 

and you think you’re discreet about your need while sitting at his feet while he speaks on a call, voice smooth as velvet, discussing the shipment of some rare, iridescent stone from abroad. your face pressed against his thigh, nuzzling like you’re desperate for warmth, your tail curled sweetly around his ankle. he glances down, phone in one hand, and finds you trembling, pupils wide and glossy, fingers twitching near his zipper like a desperate little thing.

sylus tsks under his breath, the sound low enough for just you to hear, and he doesn’t miss the way your ears twitch. 

he cuts across the voice on the other end of the line. “my assistance is needed at the moment,” he says coolly, his eyes still fixed on you. “let’s discuss this later.”

his gaze doesn’t leave you. not even as he ends the call, sets the phone aside, and leans forward to grip your jaw. 

“you’ve been squirming all day, kitten,” he murmurs. “ready to start using your words? or do you need a little help remembering how?”

[sweetcalebb]

HE'S SO HANDSOMEE!!

MY SWEET BABY BOY

Caleb x Illusio pt 2

[sweetcalebb]

YEAAAS!! EVERHONE LOOK LOODJISSBUSS

THIS WAS SO GOOD. AND UR WRITING?!! UGH 😩🤌

⭑ king sylus needs more of you. ⭑

⭑ as a foreign princess who’s visiting king sylus’s palace for only a summer, to court his son no less, your wildest dreams come true when he takes interest in you, too—for more than one forbidden night. ౨ৎ

⭑ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. contemporary sylus. king sylus. foreign princess reader. age gap (reader, 23 + sylus, 42). pet names (princess, sweetie, doll). oral sex (r. receiving). praise. dirty talk. overstim. squirting. wc: 1.2k. song mention: it will come back. hozier.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ munch sylus is one thing. munch KING sylus? what have i done? (not rhetorical). thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

when you and nine other princesses were invited to spend the summer abroad in a foreign prince’s castle, this is not how you expected it to go.

“your majesty—nngh—” you writhed deeper into the silver, satin bedsheets, braving a shudder that trickled through you like melting electricity, “you . . . you said you would be satisfied after last night."

the wet, hot sounds of his tongue sloshing around your clit echoed through the room like rainfall. your mind went numb for a second, focusing only on the momentum of his mouth with the delirious flutter of your eyes rolling to the back of your head. he would pinch your sticky button between his messy lips, suck and sip and smear and twist, then lather you with generous, greedy sweeps and needling flicks of his tongue. whenever he noticed the quiet quiver of your legs or heard another one of your delicate whimpers, soft and whisper-thin like your voice was trimmed in lace, he couldn’t help himself. he just had to rut his entire tongue into your sloppy, drenched hole, tunneling in and out of you with tight, dangerous curls. he worked against you endlessly—you couldn’t even remember the last time he pulled back for a breath.

he had your legs chained around his neck as he knelt at the foot of the bed, squeezing the underside of your thighs to keep you from squirming away. he suctioned his mouth over your pussy, rolling his head in slow, torturous circles as his tongue swirled and hooked your clit again and again and again.

“your—mmpm—your majesty, please?” you tried again, in a frail, withering whimper.

he pulled away only slightly, so you could still feel the featherlight brush of his lips and the gentle breeze of his breath. “it’s obvious i was sorely mistaken, your highness."

he dipped his tongue between your folds, teasing another shiver out of you. then, in between slick, open-mouthed kisses to your clit, he spoke again. “only a fool would think they could have you just once."

he dove in for more, punishing you with another shove of his tongue deep enough inside of you for your sweet center to pulse and stretch and ache around him. your heartbeats began to clump close together instead of keeping a steady pace apart—fuck, you were getting close.

but this was the king. the king whose golden, jewel-starred crown gleamed in the pale moonlight on the nighstand. you couldn’t cum for the king—not again, at least. not when you were here to court his son, the prince, for fuck’s sake. one forbidden night should’ve been enough. but there was something about the king that was impossible for you to refuse—and apparently, something about you that he couldn’t resist either.

“you’re in control here, princess,” he sighed, in between impatient pecks and nibbles on your inner thighs, “it’s up to you when this ends. let me see it. let me taste it—one last time. i’ll even say please."

he hooked his fingers until he reached that warm, gooey bundle of nerves at the pit of your core, and a dark, starved grunt rocked through him when you bucked your hips against his mouth. you rutted your hands into the top of his head, already easing back with a desperate whine.

he responded by slotting in another finger, by trapping your swollen, needy bud between his cold-hearted lips at the same time that he snagged your clit with his tongue. you slipped your fingers through his silken white hair, nearly surrendering to the pure heaven that was the king’s devoted mouth.

“that’s it,” he groaned against you, “give it to me. you’re a sweet girl, aren’t you? i know you can do it for me. c’mon—c’mon, princess."

your legs shuddered as another needy little whine completely wrecked you. he hummed into your dripping warmth as he continued to lap and suck at the exact spot you needed, chipping away at you with every deep mmhm—mmhm—mmhm. then, with one last crucifying shiver, you came for him again, cupping your hand over your mouth to stifle the fluttery sighs pouring out of you with every heavy breath. he was practically panting for you, holding onto your thighs tighter than before, grinding his mouth further against you until you rode through to the end of your orgasm.

but the king wasn’t done with you yet.

he unfolded your legs over his shoulders, and pulled back with glazed, red lips, much darker and shinier than you were used to. he didn’t give you a minute to breathe, strapping his arm around your waist to hold you flush against his chest.

“you’ll have to do it again,” he muttered, switching onto his back to set you firm onto his lap, “as many times as it takes."

and that’s precisely what the king did. he dragged you by the hips until you kneeled above his mouth, carving his heavy tongue into your puffy, pillowy clit at the exact intensity and tempo it took to make you cum. you rocked your hands into the headboard with another weak whine. with messy swivels of his mouth and fluid drags of his fingers in and out of your soaked, tight cunt, he lured you to the edge all over again within a few short, blurry moments.

you sniffled, cheeks flushed with blossoms of pink heat, dark lashes dewy with diamond-beaded tears, while wet, splotchy moans melted through your swollen lips.

you couldn’t help yourself, whimpering softly as you smoothed your burning clit against his tongue. “your majesty, hmf—! your majesty, it . . . it feels so good."

“yeah?” he teased through a deep, sinister chuckle, “yeah, sweetie? you’re getting close?"

you nodded, light and readily, picking up the pace of your hips to get there faster, easier. he readjusted himself in his dark black dress pants, squeezing friction over the thickness of his bulge when you squelched around him just right.

“say my name this time. please, doll,” he panted against you, kneading his fingers deeper, digging into you again and again.

then, what felt like the switch of a valve sent hot, trickling pleasure dripping down to your very core, molten and sweet and starry and syruped. “oh—oh, sylus—"

a high-pitched, twinkling gasp clouded your vision and dizzied you until you felt lightheaded as you squirted into his hot, needy mouth, gushing everything you had left in shaky, hollowed out spurts. he savored every last drop of you, with ravenous, almost primal grunts as he clutched to your thighs like a vow. the slurps of his tongue sounded truly sinful, relishing in his reward—in all of you. like you were a burst of sugar sap leaking from a hard candy shell he worked tirelessly to crack. you couldn’t believe it was the king who was moaning for you like that, who would’ve reveled in the sweet heat between your thighs all night if he had to, for this exact moment.

“that’s my sweet girl,” he said once he parted his lips from you, breathless and dazed with smears of your arousal and glitter stickying the corners of his lips, then all the way down to the collar of his dress shirt.

“that’s my pretty, precious princess."

— © 2025. 乇m! all rights reserved. ꪆৎ

[sweetcalebb]

AHH. this is not important at all, but i just wanted to say that i changed my pfp and "theme" bc i missed caleb's cute kissable face!! 😋🩷

[sweetcalebb]

i didn't know i needed this until now

caleb x reader (afab!) | MDNI 🔞 | cw: nsfw | cw: piss (gasp) | overstimulation, fingering, caleb is just dirty man, he praises you while being a little shit, you let him bc you're into it :/ short bc it's 2am and my brain went straight to filth. Short-ish ?

Legs spread wide open on his bed, pulling the sheets, moaning loudly, a drooling mess, is how Caleb had you as he kept rubbing your cunt fast, circling your clit with his thumb as he fucked 2 fingers inside you deeply, this was gonna be the 5th orgasm you were having.

"C'mon baby, I know you can have another" his eyes were locked in on yours, his smirk mean, it had your toes curling with how much you liked him like this. "Look at her all wet and sticky, sucking my fingers in"

The pressure on your lower belly was starting again and your breath hitched shivering, knowing you were close again Caleb got his cock inside, spitting on your clit rubbing more making you choke and arch your back deeply.

"Ahh there we go, good girl...let go, cmon Pips, I know you want another one, you're soooo tight"

You pulled your head back, your eyes were teary, the pressure felt too intense, it had you moaning and screaming his name, cumming hard clenching his cock, his praise making your cheeks warm.

"So good baby, you did amazing" he kept kissing your cheek and neck "Always so needy for me, my princess" he grabbed your tit and started sucking on it, his finger slowly rubbing your slit overstimulating you.

"Ca-Caleb...Ahh...wai...wait!! Its too much!!! "Caleb!! I will!!!"

Your body shivered as another wave of pleasure hits you moaning loudly, grasping the sheets so hard, your piss gushes out, spraying as the waves of pleasure don't stop. It hits his chest, stomach down his cock.

"Ahh!!! Hnnn...fuck, Caleb, caleb..caleb" your hips keep moving and he grabs them them keeping you still as your body shakes.

Caleb looks at you bewildered, the smug smile that appears as soon as he understands what happened pisses you off but you're too tired to do anything so you just whine as you keep pissing on your lover.

"Did my baby just piss from too much cock?" He could be so dirty with his words, it made your pussy clench his cock which kept twitching inside you. "Fuck thats hot Pips, it keeps coming out, hah...so warm, keep marking me" his moans and whines kept as you sighed when the last stream of piss stopped, his hands all over you. Your mouth open as you feel him finish inside you after. "Caleb!!!"

"Wow baby I think I may have a thing for piss, yours of course"

"Do you think you can do that again?" You glare at him exhausted, hating how wet and sticky you were starting to feel, but your lips twitch up hearing him laugh hard.

"Oh baby, the things I'll do to you from now on"

You really had to date a freak huh. But it's ok, you think you're as bad as him for wanting it as bad.

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A/N: Colonel please piss on my mouth WHO SAID THAT!?!? Anyways I wrote this in like 20min and i think you can tell lmao but i felt the horny demons possess me like the green goblin. I might post something longer soon ♡

[sweetcalebb]

YEASSS PLS

— sylus teaching you how to touch yourself ༯

“that’s how you’re doing it? how cute.” he mocks, arms crossed as he watched your desperate shaky fingers pummel deep in your wet cunt in a quick movement.

you were so distracted at the sight of him, it was impossible for you to focus. sylus grumbled something under his breath before shaking his head.

“slow down sweetie, focus on the moment, don’t rush.” he cooed, sliding his fingers through your hair to lift your flushed face up to look at him.

“curl your fingers and press on the right spots- mhmm, just like that, now focus on your breathing, don’t panic just ‘cause i’m here.”

you gulp the lump in your throat before nodding and slowing down your movements, legs quivering at every stroke that pumped through you, you set your breathing to a minimum, trying to ignore that sylus was right in front of you but you were about to cum any second now.

“that’s it.. now do you feel good?” he asked, slipping his fingers out of your hair and pressed his palm against your lower stomach.

“ngh- d-don’t touch there!” you gasp, feeling his fingertip graze your twitchy clit and press down on it, making you jolt in your spot.

“f-fuck gonna!” you chant numerous pleads, already feeling one of sylus’s fingers slide in your pulsating, pleading pussy pumping his fingers in and out of you at the same time you were going at.

“relax, sweetie.” he whispered.

a/n: early post today sorrryy hehe

[sweetcalebb]

HHELLOO??? SYKUSUSU SISU AHH IM FOAMING ATTHE MOUTH

All That You Desire | Sylus LADS

Summary: Not only would Sylus do just about anything for you...he’d let you do just about anything to him.

cw: MDNI, afab reader, footjobs whoops, oral sex(giving + receiving), fingering, nipple play, restraints (lite), Sylus is so lover boy

wc: 3.8k

a/n: throwing this onto the dash like a grenade. I don't normally care about foot stuff but Sylus really brought it out of me. I just like how much he likes being desired by MC, it's so cute.

This one is for the fellow night owls!! Rather fitting considering Sylus is nocturnal. It is kind of late for me to be posting but I was so excited to share as soon as I finished. I'm really proud of this one because I was doubting myself when it came to capturing his voice. I think I ultimately did a good job. Hope you enjoy!

banner by @cafekitsune!

It’s turning out to be a peaceful night by N109 Zone standards. You find yourself enjoying dinner with Sylus–at an appropriate hour no less–after a tiny scuffle at an auction and a not so tiny encounter with a hoard of wanderers. The pair of you were so in sync, however, that the fight was over in the blink of an eye. One resonance later, and you were on your way home for some much-needed quality time together.  

As you indulge in the delicious, tender scallops his chef prepared for your entree, you’re reminded that it’s been far too long since you and Sylus could just...be. Exist in the gentle tug of each other’s orbit. It’s a heartwarming feeling. 

“What are you so giddy about, hm?” he asks. 

“Just happy to be spendng time with my favorite guy,” you say.  

His smile grows wide at your candor. He takes your hand in his and kisses it. “It’s been far too long since I last saw you. I’m glad we were able to remedy that tonight.” 

“Oh, did the big, bad leader of Onychinus miss me?” you ask. 

“More than you know.” 

Your face flares with heat. You love it when he’s sweet with you like this. 

There’s a loud knock on the double doors at the opposite end of the ornate dining room. Luke pops his head in and waits for Sylus's gesture for him to come forward. 

“This the one you wanted, Boss?” Luke asks as he slinks over to Sylus, a bottle of red wine in hand.  

Sylus takes the bottle from him and inspects the label, yellowed with age. “Ah, yes, a beautiful vintage. This will pair nicely with the scallops.” 

Luke takes his leave, not before giving you two thumbs up behind Sylus’s back. You don’t think anyone roots for your relationship more than him and Kieran. 

Sylus summons a wine key with his evol and opens the bottle gracefully, like he’s putting on a show for you. You even clap once he pours a bit into his glass to sample. 

“Did you like that, sweetie?” He laughs as he swirls the wine in his glass and brings it up to his nose. He sighs at the scent of the alcohol, then drinks what little he poured. 

“I seem to like everything you do these days,” you say as he fills your glass. “And to think I once wanted you dead. Life is funny that way, isn’t it?” 

Sylus laughs only once, devoid of any humor. “Hilarious.” 

“What are we toasting to?” you ask. 

“To us.” He lifts his now full glass; you raise yours to meet his with a soft clink. “We’ve come a long way if you can sit at my table and not shoot me in the heart.” 

“Heyyy, that’s not fair. You told me too!” 

“I do admit, I did provoke you. But you did ultimately pull the trigger.” 

“Let’s return to our meal. Chef didn’t work so hard just for the scallops to get cold.” 

You catch Sylus up on what’s been going on in your life lately. Your schedules have been so misaligned for the past few weeks that you haven’t had much time for phone calls. Just the occasional texts saying, ‘I love you’ and ‘Don’t forget to eat’. You nearly talk his ear off as you devour two servings of scallops, much to Chef’s and Sylus’s mutual appreciation.  

He is very clearly in good spirits, your beau. He is all too happy to keep your glass full, and before you know it, the bottle is empty and you’re a little tipsy.  

“Shall I have Luke fetch another bottle?” Sylus asks as you're served lemon tarts for dessert.  

“You just want to get me drunk,” you whine. 

“I don’t hear you complaining about that.” 

Luke returns with two white wine glasses and a bottle of Riesling.  

“I’m having such a nice evening with you. I love it when we can spend time together, just us two,” you say. 

Sylus tilts his head at you slightly, his eyes soft as they meet yours. He feeds you some of his lemon tart, a beautiful smile decorating his face. 

“And I love you,” he says sweetly. “Time spent with you... there’s nothing better.” 

“I love you, too. I want to hang out with you all day, every day. I only wish I could.” 

“There’s a simple solution to that problem, as you already know.” 

“Working for an underground crime syndicate isn’t high up on my list of priorities. As you already know.” 

“Why not move this conversation to the parlor sweetie?” Sylus asks, your hand in his, as it had been for most of the evening. You hiccup your agreement, and he chuckles softly at the sound. 

Sylus takes a seat on one of the luxurious chesterfield couches and gestures to the place beside him. You drop into it with a long, drawn-out sigh. You settle against the arm of the couch and rest your bare feet on his lap. He easily takes one of them into his hands to give you a massage. You practically melt into the couch; the relief you feel is unparalleled. 

You’ve never felt quite so safe as you do with Sylus. An insane sentiment considering how much you used to loathe him. Like ‘wish for his slow, painful death’ level loathing. Thinking of that now makes you a bit embarrassed. But at least you’ve come to love and appreciate him now. Who else would so dutifully rub your feet until you’re reduced to a puddle of relaxation? 

The combination of the wine and the massage is amazing for relaxing all your muscles. Especially your tongue. 

“Mmm Sy,” you say as you nudge his thigh with your free foot. “Would you ever let me tie you up?” 

He chuckles as he carefully places one foot back into his lap and reaches for the other. He presses his thumbs into the sole, and you practically purr in satisfaction. 

“Of course I would. No matter how outrageous your ideas kitten, you know I’ll always indulge you.” 

You raise your eyebrows slightly. “You think that’s outrageous?” 

Sylus smirks at you. “Not in the slightest.” 

“Is that so? If that’s the case, then there is something else that I’ve always wanted to try…” You trail off once you notice Mephisto, perched on one of the ornate lamps behind Sylus. Where did he even come from? 

“Mephie, get out of here. Shoo!” 

Mephisto lets out a chorus of squawks that you’re sure is his version of cursing you out. 

“Easy kitten, let him be.” 

The crow flies off his perch only to assume a new one on the opposite arm of the sofa. His head is quirked in that way you can’t stand. You lurch forward to grab him, but he flies away with another loud, taunting squawk, the sound amplified by Sylus’s own laughter as he grabs you and sits you on his lap.  

“Ignore Mephisto for now. Your energy is better suited for telling me what it is that you desire.” 

“There! These are pretty good knots if you ask me.” You test the restraints on his wrists that keep him tethered to the posts of his massive bed. “I deserve a kitty badge for my hard work.” 

Sylus sits up against the headboard, arms spread wide. He’d removed his shirt at your request, but he still dons his starchy jeans. 

You, however, are completely naked before him. He drinks in the sight of you like he did the wine at dinner. Appreciative. Intoxicated. 

“You’re being so docile,” you say as you lightly scratch your nails down his pec. “I really like that.” 

Sylus pins you with a sultry look, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I aim to please.” 

You sit at the opposite end of the bed and ease one foot up his thigh and over the bulge in his pants. Sylus watches you closely as you press your toes against his hard cock. It twitches beneath you as you slowly trace the outline of it. And yet, he barely squirms, only watches with that weighty gaze of his, waiting patiently. No matter, you have time enough to get him properly riled up. You crawl up to him and undo the zipper. 

“Eager, are we?” He raises his hips so you can more easily pull down his jeans and briefs at once. “You hardly even teased me sweetie. I promise, I can take it.” 

“I’m far from done,” you huff as you finally get the rest of his clothes off. “You’ll be eating your words once I’m through with you. I’m going to spoil you rotten, just like you do for me.” 

Sylus chuckles darkly. “Do your worst.” 

You lay on your stomach, his bent legs bracketing you on either side. You pick up his heavy cock where it rests on his abdomen and give the head a slow lick.  

“Let’s get it nice and wet first,” you say before you wrap your mouth around him. You take your time sucking him off, savoring the taste of his skin. It’s not that Sylus doesn’t like getting head from you; as he’s said on more than one occasion, he enjoys anything that involves you. But he’d much rather spend time pleasing you instead. As sweet as he is, you’re eager to return the favor. You pump his cock to spread the mixture of pre-cum and saliva. You hollow your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him, and you hear his breath falter slightly. Much better. 

You release him with a wet pop in favor of crawling over to the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of lube. You pour a generous amount into your palm and work it into his hardened member with both hands. You can’t help it; you take the head back into your mouth as you coat him in the lubricant. You have to force yourself to stop when you see his stomach spasm.  

“Mmm Sylus. I just love your cock. It’s big and beautiful like you.” A spurt of pre-cum leaks out, and you giggle.  

“You do know how to give a compliment,” Sylus groans. 

You push yourself into a seated position and wave the bottle cheekily. “Let’s use some more of this.” 

You squeeze more lube into your hand and rub it into the soles of your feet. You glance at his glistening cock and rub some more of the lube for good measure. 

“Perfect,” you hum before tossing the bottle off to the side. You position his cock between your feet and slowly drag them up the length of him. Sylus shudders as you jerk him off. He can’t seem to decide between watching your feet as they toy with him or keeping eye contact with you. 

You rest your left foot on the bed of white, downy hair on his pelvis and use your right foot to press his cock against the top of the left one. You inch your toes down his length, then back up until you reach the tip. You press your heel down against his balls and Sylus groans. Cum oozes out of him, aiding the slide of your foot as you work him up.  

“You sure you can take more, baby?” you ask, a coy smile on your face. You gasp when you feel his cock harden again. 

“I sincerely hope you aren’t through with me yet. I’m feeling far from spoiled.” 

You turn away from him, on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder as you try to get his cock in the perfect position. Once you have him securely in place you start jerking him off again, more quickly this time. The feel of his twitching length turns you on so much you’re not sure what you want to do to him next. Your own breathing becomes heavy from the knowledge that you have Sylus’s pleasure in the palms of your hands. 

...More like the soles of your feet. 

You look up at your beloved. He’s panting, his eyes nearly sparkling as he meets your lustful gaze. 

“Mmm, tell me Sylus. What is it that I desire? What do you see when you look at me?”  

“Hah. You’re very dangerous company to keep.” 

You press your feet closer together to tighten your grip. When you drag your feet back up, Sylus moans like he’s in pain.  

“Don't keep me waiting, my love.” You notice your own voice is a bit husky with want, and the sound of it drives up your arousal. “Go on, tell me what you see with those beautiful eyes of yours.” 

Sylus draws in a shaky breath. His right eye glows as he says, “All that you desire...is me.” 

“Yes, my darling. All I want is you. I want you to come undone for me.” 

You speed up your movements while keeping him securely in the clutch of your soles. But it doesn’t take much longer for him to cum all over your feet again. Sylus loves nothing more than you, and your want for him is more than enough to get him cumming in his pants on a normal day. Not that many people would believe that to be true. 

You turn back around and lick his spend off his cock and stomach. His breathing is ragged as he watches you clean him up so diligently.  

You straddle his hips and press a kiss to the center of his chest.  

“You’re so sexy like this. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” 

“I hope you never do, kitten.” 

You push yourself onto your feet so you stand right before him, your soaking pussy so close to his waiting mouth. You card your fingers into his hair, then yank so he looks up at you. He moans again; if he hadn’t cum just a moment ago, you’re sure the hair tugging alone would have sent him over the edge. 

“Be a good boy and make me cum.” 

Sylus lets out a breathless laugh. He looks at you with wonder glittering in his ruby red eyes. “You’re getting better at bossing me around. As I wished.” 

You grab the headboard once Sylus spreads your dripping flesh with his tongue. He’s eager as he kisses your lips and sucks them into his mouth. You already feel weak in the knees from his erotic enthusiasm.  

“Fuck, Sylus!” you whisper when he sucks your clit, moaning as he does. Your body is alight with ecstasy, he’s too good at making you cum. This might have been a miscalculation on your part. 

Arousal gushes out of you when he fucks his tongue into you, his perfect nose nudging at your stiffened clit with every push into your hole. You grab his hair again so you can move him how you like as you roll your hips over his face. He groans as you hump against him desperately until you cum hard, a shriek of his name echoing in his spacious chambers. 

You collapse into his lap and kiss him sloppily, licking up your sticky cum as you press yourself closer to him. You thought you had more in you, but you’re desperate for him now. You sit yourself on his cock and rock against him. He fills you so well that you could cum just from sitting on it. 

He kisses you wantonly, straining against his bindings to try and get closer to you. Something about him remaining tied up, even though he could easily break out of them, arouses you to no end.  

You get up on your knees and whine when his cock slips out of you. But you need to feel his hands on you now. You try to untie one of the restraints, but your hands are a bit shaky from the desire pulsing through you.  

“Damn it, I really did tie these too well. Sylus, ngh, fuck,” you pant. He’s taken one of your nipples into his mouth and is sucking without mercy. In an instant the restraints are magicked away in a swirl of his evol. He pulls you closer to him, abandoning your breast to kiss you deeply. His hands roam your entire body, like he hasn’t been able to touch you in decades.  

“Well, did you get your fill?” he asks as he kisses your neck. “If not, I can give you more.” 

You tug his earlobe between your teeth. “Give me more Sylus. I need more of you.” 

Sylus settles you back against the bed. He presses sweet, wet kisses down your body until he faces your pussy once more.  

“I didn’t get nearly enough the first time. You really are such a tease.” 

“Fuck, Sy...don’t stop,” you breathe when he starts to lick at your core again. One hand travels the expanse of your body to squeeze at your breast. Your heart beats even harder. 

“Mmm, kitten,” he sighs against the lips of your cunt. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

You don’t know how many orgasms Sylus wrings out of you with just his mouth. He barely detaches from your core, content to lap and kiss and suck your intimate flesh until the bed and his face are a mess from your cum.  

“There’s no dessert sweeter than this,” he tells you.  

You moan desperately. Fire licks underneath your skin and you writhe away.  

“Don’t run from me, kitten.” Sylus pulls you back to him and braces one of his arms over your hips. He devours you even more relentlessly. Your legs shake; your clit is almost raw from all the attention it’s getting. You feel floaty in the face of such a barrage of pleasure.  

“Sylus, I need you to fill me up,” you moan.  

“My, my aren’t you greedy?” Sylus presses a finger inside of you, pulling a gasp from deep within you. “It’s very attractive. Make more demands of me. Please.” 

“M-more. I need more.” It’s impossible for you to produce words in this state. 

“I’ll give you more.” He adds a second finger and you hiss. “You like that?” 

He curls his fingers against your g-spot and you arch up like his own marionette. Sylus knows exactly where to press and rub to drive you crazy. 

“Not-hngh-not what I meant." 

“Not enough? How about now?” Another thick digit fills you up. You can hardly protest with how ragged your breathing has become. He fucks you with his three long fingers. You moan with each caress of his fingers inside your cunt. His thumb joins in on his wicked assault; arousal squirts out of you as you chase after the pleasure he’s giving.  

You gasp when Sylus pulls his fingers out of you so he can swallow as much of your squirt as he can. He groans against your pussy, and you cum hard as he continues to kiss you.  

Sylus rests his head on your shaking thigh, a wicked smile quirking up his full lips. 

“Still not enough?” 

You shake your head as you try to get your bearings. Your vision is hazy from the intensity of your orgasm, but your needs are clear as day. You need him to fuck you.  

Sylus kneels before you at once, in tune with your thoughts and desires as clearly as he would his own.  He takes one of your ankles in his hand and licks the sole of your foot, runs his tongue along your toes.  

“Wh-what are you doing?” You can’t look away from him. You feel your cunt tighten when he sucks your big toe into his mouth.  

“I love every inch of you." He nibbles on the arch of your foot and more arousal gushes out of you. “But actions speak louder than words. Surely, you know this?” 

Sylus kisses from your ankle to your calf. Your breaths are even more labored now, and you’re suddenly confused about when the roles reversed. You’ll have to hold out a little longer next time.  

He drapes both your legs on his broad shoulders and presses them against the mattress. 

“Now this is a good position,” he says. He eases his cock into you and you both moan in tandem. You’re so tight at this angle; Sylus can barely pull back enough to properly fuck you. He presses his hips into yours in a languid rhythm that has you sighing and moaning his name.  

“Who could ever do anything to me except you?” he whispers in your ear. A shiver courses down your spine. “You possess me body and soul.” 

Each slow stroke sends a jolt straight to your heart. Sylus laces his fingers with yours and presses one of your hands into the mattress. The kiss you both exchange is a passionate dance of your tongues. You could kiss him forever. 

“S-same.” Is all you can manage with him stuffing you so full of cock. You screw your eyes shut when he pointedly thrusts into your sweet spot. You arch against him and whimper his name. But he pulls away from you and brings his free hand up to lovingly caress your face.  

“That’s all I get, sweetie?” 

Your eyes flutter open, even though every drive of his hips threatens to close them again. You turn your face to kiss his palm, eyes never leaving his. Surprise flickers across his face. 

“You’re mine forever, Sylus.” 

His face glows from the smile he gives you. Sylus gathers you in his arms and kisses you earnestly. You clutch at him too, desperate to be one with him. Your greatest love.  

Sylus barely pulls away from you now, pressing deeper and deeper inside your quivering walls. He’s so close, and you’re determined to make him cum first. 

It’s your time to shine. 

“Sylus.” Your tongue lightly brushes against his bottom lip as you whisper his name. “Sylus, I love you.” 

He drops his weight on you and cums with a groan of your name into the crook of your neck. You rub his lower back as he comes down from his climax. You’re feeling rather smug.  

“You don’t play fair,” he sighs into your neck, then kisses the hinge of your jaw. 

“What, am I not supposed to profess my love for you?” you bat your eyes at him exaggeratedly. He rolls you both over so that you rest on his stomach. 

“You can. But just know, I will keep you bound to me for all eternity.” Sylus traces his fingers along your brown and down your cheek. “Our connection transcends this place and time.” 

You take his face in both hands and kiss his forehead. 

“Can’t wait.” 

[sweetcalebb]

loved ur oblivious bf fic !! part 1 reminded me of myself and my past relationship, that hit hard, loved part 2 too, i like how u didnt make her go back to him anyways keep creating more fics luv themmm

aww, im sorry to hear that 😕 i hope ur feeling better now and healing! but thank u sm!! 🫶🏻

[sweetcalebb]

Why must you torture me <//3 But all jokes aside I luv ur work and your hurt/no comfort fics are FIRE <33

i'm sorry </3 if it makes u feel better, i felt like dookey writing them.

BUT THANK U SM! AHH IM SO GLAD U LIKE THEM! 💗💗