Steamy Oneshots

Saylor

🍒Onyx Sin and Astrid Baylor🍒
↳ 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓶
Between his teeth Astrid held a cherry. He raked his hazel eyes, clouded with feathers of mischief, down Onyx's shirtless body. "Cherry," Onyx drawled out, his voice strained. Smirking, Astrid allowed his lustful gaze to linger on his defined v-line, where a pair of ripped jeans hung loosely.

Astrid leaned forward, his pink lips hovering an inch away from his ear. "You know, Onyx, you look fucking sexy. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Cherry," he rasped out huskily when Astrid traced his abs with the tip of his finger. Astrid climbed onto Onyx's lap, his legs hooked on either side of his waist, and waltzes his rosy pink tongue across his collarbone. Onyx groans softly. As a result of the noise bubbling up from his throat, Astrid swirls his tongue around his nipples and his teeth gently tug at his flesh. "Fuck, Cherry," he breathes out. His fingers scratch into Astrid's bronze skin.

Astrid smirks wickedly, while he watches Onyx's reactions to his touch. His hand palms him through the tight fabric of his washed-out jeans and the semi erection he was sporting became unbearable. He sinks his teeth into his upper lip to prevent the moan from spilling out.

"Onyx, why won't you moan for me?" Astrid flutters his chocolate eyelashes at the boy beneath him. Abruptly, he pulls harsher at his nipple with his finger.

Onyx moans loudly and his teeth abandon his swollen flesh.

"Damn, Cherry," he growls throatily. A wicked grin forms on his face. Onyx pushes Astrid onto the bed and pins his wrists above his head. Slowly, he grinds his jean-covered erection against him.

Astrid whimpers at the slow pace. Smirking, Onyx dips his hand into Astrid's sweatpants and starts to feel him. Astrid freely moans Onyx's name repeatedly, not even trying to refrain himself from letting anyone know he was basking in pleasure. "Onyx," he whispers when he halts his quick movements. A pleading look fills his eyes as he peers up at him through dark lashes. "Please," he begs softly.

Onyx laughs quietly. He plants a kiss on Astrid's forehead. "Don't worry, Cherry. I'm not done yet." After he reaches into a bedside table, he pulls out a lube bottle. Gently, he pulls Astrid closer to him by his hips. "Do you want this?"

Astrid wraps his arms around his neck and captures his lips. "Yes, f-fuck, I want your fingers inside me."

Smiling softly, he coats his fingers in liquid before he pushes one into him. Astrid moans quietly at the contact. As he adds another finger, Astrid grips onto his messy, black curls, his heavy breathing bouncing off the yellow walls. "Ah, Onyx," he breathes out. His fingers graze his prostrate. "Fuck, Onyx!"

"I love you so much, Cherry, so damn much." As he kisses every inch of his skin, he slides his fingers into Astrid. He traces circles onto his back to soothe the pain. Glassy tears brim Astrid's hazel orbs — painting his eyes in faded red. Onyx wipes his tears away with his thumb. Onto his cheeks he plants feathery kisses. "I hate seeing you in pain," he murmurs.

As a sudden wave of pleasure tears through him, moans tumble from Astrid's pastel pink lips. His pleasure induced screams are muffled by the pillow and his fingers dig into the sheets.

It wasn't long before Astrid releases onto the white sheets and Onyx cums all over Astrid's bare chest. "I love you, too."

"You want to take a shower with me, Cherry?"

"Why? You planning on round two?" His voice comes out weary, but he smiles, nonetheless.

"Actually, we should clean ourselves up. Besides, I want to take care of you." He laces their fingers together and smiles down at him. "I love you." Astrid mumbles before he echoes his words into Onyx's neck.

With Astrid's arms hooked around his neck, Onyx easily carries him to the shower and places him down gently onto the tiled floor. He lathers up a louf and washes Astrid's body. "You know, you look fucking beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?"

A blush covers Astrid's cheeks at Onyx's words. "Thank you."

He begins to scrub his brown ringlets tenderly. "You're welcome, Cherry."

The faint scent of cherry blossoms and cocoa butter wafts in his hair. A scent that Onyx has begun to love.

With adoration in his piercing, dark irises, Onyx caresses Astrid's face, while he rinses his curly, chocolate colored locks. He captures his lips in a passionate and slow kiss. Astrid melts into a puddle in his hands when his tongue dances with Onyx's in a tender caress.

Astrid's fingers interweave with the charcoal haired boy's messy curls, digging into his scalp, and pulls a soft moan from his lips.

"Cherry," Onyx says lowly. "I thought you said we weren't doing another round."

"Actually." He begins to kiss his neck, leaving faint, mauve hickeys in his wake. "That was you." Onyx hoists him up and backs him against the shower wall. Instinctively, Astrid wraps his legs around his waist.

"Cherry," Onyx growls lowly. A loud moan abruptly tumbled past his lips of dust-pink, swollen by Astrid's fiery kisses, when Astrid grinds down onto his shaft. "Oh fuck, Cherry." Astrid gazes up at him innocently, harshly bitten lips wrapped around him. "Where are the condoms?" Onyx breathes out huskily.

Astrid points to the sink drawer. Onyx tears open the foil packet and rolls it on. With his gaze locked onto Astrid, he thrusts into him.

Moans of pleasure echo throughout the bathroom and beads of sweat, mixed with water droplets, color their skin. "You feel so good, Cherry," he whispers. "So fucking good."

Astrid cries out at every powerful thrust Onyx delivers and choked sobs tumble past his pink lips. "Ah, fuck, Onyx, ah."

Onyx plants gentle kisses onto his skin and caresses his body with his skillful, velvety tongue. His actions contradict the other, for he slams into Astrid's prostate. "I could cum just looking at you like this, Cherry," Onyx pants down his ear. "Fuck, you don't even know what I want to do to you."

"What do you want t-to do?" Astrid manages to choke out the words, while the godlike prince hammers into him.

"I want to nip into your beautiful skin and hear you beg for more. I want to see you come apart as you bounce up and down on me. I want to decorate your neck in hickeys to claim you're all fucking mine," he floats out.

Astrid screams Onyx's name loudly, his fingers sliding into his dark hair. Roughly, he tugs and earns a low moan from Onyx. "Please! Dammit, please. I want you to do all of that."

"All in good time, Cherry. If you're feeling up to it, we can do all you want in the morning. How do you feel about that, darling?" he hums out in a breathy voice.

Collasping against Onyx's bare chest, after washing the shower wall in creamy, white liquid, he chokes out, "Y-Yes, Nyx."

I know it has been so long since this book has been updated, and I'm sorry for that.

Since it's pride month, I wanted to post this, so I hope you enjoyed it. ☺️🏳️‍🌈