He hums, low and tender, nose buried in your hair as he breathes you in. His sigh is so gentle it barely stirs the strands against your forehead. âDo you thinkâŠâ you pause, lips dragging against his skin, âweâre together in every universe?â
He freezesâjust for a heartbeatâbefore a soft laugh rumbles under your ear. Then he wraps both arms around you and squeezes, hard enough to push out a tiny squeak you immediately regret giving him the satisfaction of hearing. âOh, absolutely,â he murmurs, voice warm as the sun sinking behind the clouds. âI love thinking about that.â
You shift back just enough to look up at him, brows raised. Caleb meets your gaze with a dazzling softness that makes the sunset behind him feel dull.
âIn universe number two hundred and sixty-five,â he begins, brushing a kiss against your cheek, âIâm X-02 and youâre A-01. Two anomalies who shouldnât exist, finding our paradise anyway.â
Your fingers curl around his torso. âMm. Go on.â
âIn universe three hundred twenty-seven,â he continues, eyes half-lidded, âIâm a colonel and youâre a hunter. We fall in love even when every rule says we shouldnât, even when the whole damn world tries to pull us apart.â
He nudges his nose against yours, smiling against your pout.
âIn universe one hundred thirty-eight⊠Iâm just a big dumb puppy following you around. And youâre this tiny angry kitten hissing at everyone but me. Two orphans trying to survive a cruel world together.â
You snort at that, but he taps your waist in warning.
âAnd universe eighty-nineâ he says, pridefully. âWeâre two apples on the same branch. Iâm the red one. Youâre the green one because youâre not ripe yet. Adorable.â
âCalebââ
âNo, listen.â He cups your cheek with one warm palm, thumb brushing your jaw like itâs something holy. âAnd in universe seventy-five⊠Iâm your favorite character from an otome game. And you fall for me every single time.â
The sunset melts behind him, twilight folding gently over the room. You rest your forehead against his, breath mingling, hearts slow and steady. âSo,â he whispers, closing his eyes, âno matter the world, no matter the version of meâ I always find you. Always end up right here.â
And people swore that Caleb was the freakiest when MC literally fucking exists right there. Nobody is as freaky, kinky and wild as MC and that's the simple truth. MC out freaks whatever level of freaky that lis give back.
seeing the difference between exclusive aftertaste and indulgent scheme and seeing how much their relationship progressed. the way he starts breakfast in EA alone, fully ready to start the day after having slept on her couch, barely rested bc not knowing where he stood with her kept him up all night. vs in IS where heâs half naked, proudly showing what theyâve been up to the previous night, relaxed and waiting for her.
in EA she avoids eye contact and thereâs this tension bc he wants her to look at him and confront whateverâs going on, he wants her to be at ease around him, touch him and annoy him like she used to do, but sheâs not doing any of it so he kind of has to force his way into her space, needle her to get a reaction.
meanwhile in IS sheâs all over him, annoying him while he wants to finish cooking, jumping on him and he loves it, indulges her, involves her in the process and once his hands are free he doesnât spare a second before heâs touching up on her too. theyâre finally where he always wanted to be. with her, in her space, while sheâs clinging to him and wanting and needing him. heâs finally able to provide true comfort and love a for her in the way heâs always wanted. you can tell heâs so happy and at ease in this kindled because heâs made it.
â. đ Ì zayne + holding your body like he owns it
from what you've gathered, zayne always starts obsessing over your mouth while being in you firstâ his thumb carefully resting on your lip, tilting your face up like he's examining something delicate, quite precious, his darling, his life.
naturally, your cheeks rise in temperature beneath his grip, your skin dewy with sweat and pheromones and the way he looks at you was just so steady it made your belly twist tight. yet zayne doesn't need to say a lot, in fact, he doesn't have to, he just keeps his eyes locked on yours forevermore, watching every flicker of your lashes, every shiver that rolls down your spine as his cock pushes in with slow, thick and dragging thrusts, making you feel the strong tremors in your thighs.
"you feel that, you feel me?" he asks huskily, but not gentle, you notice there was something seething beneath it, something tight, like it took him insane effort not to filthily fuck into you, "that shake in your legs, fuck, you can take it all like that for me? thats not fair, is it?" as you shake your head frantically at him, skin flustered when he smirks at you.
"that's your body giving in, you know?" and then he starts, thrusts after thrusts, hard and deep all the way in, hips sharp and pelvis grinding against your overstimulated clit with every goddamn dragâ and in this situation, all you could really do was sob and twitch as zayne catches your noises with his palm on your mouth, still holding your face, making you look at him.
the way he fills you to the brim was nerve racking, the way every inch of his pulses like he's aching to come, but won't, not until you do as his thumb finds your clit and rubs fast circles through the protective skin of it, too intense yet you needed more when he just moaned out your name, loving your frame jerking under him, all from overstimulation and burning want.
"that's what i want baby," zayne grunts, voice fraying around the edges, "that exact sound, that exact fucking look," as a deep groan claws out of him when you tighten around his length, his hips snapping forward when you do it again.
â. đ Ì xavier + becomes controlling over your pleasure
xavier doesn't touch you the way normal men touch, you see, there's no rush to his movementsâ no hunger on the surface as his breath remained even and his hands steady, his voice staying clinical as he sits at the foot of the bed, one hand pressed flat to your trembling inner thigh while the other disappears between your legs, fingers curling in filling strokes.
he watches the way your stomach flinches, the ripple of your thighs when he presses just a little deeper and the way your hips buck, chasing friction like instinct, and then jolt back in shame when you realize how carefully he's observing your entire frame.
"don't look away, you hear me," xavier's voice spills out like cold metal dragged across skin, remaining glacial at its core, "i want you to see what i see, how you fall apart for me, how you spasm every time i do thisâ" as he crooks his fingers again, making you choke on your breath as your toes curl, your cunt clamping down around him with a squelch so obscene it makes your whole body jerk upwards.
"you're soaked baby, fuck, have been for minutes, i've barely done anything," xavier's gaze alone pins you down, fierce and unblinking as his jaw ticks onceâ like he's bracing himself for the ruin he's about to make of you, "âand yet, you're trembling like i've fucked you raw."
well, okay, lets be honest hereâ you are trembling, in fact, your thighs just won't stop twitching even if you focus on them very hard.
the heat was just too muchâ sickly sweet and humiliating, a swelling ache that lived in your belly and climbed higher every time he curled his fingers up and rubs, fuck, you're soaking the sheets, desperately so, your slick dripping down his wrist and touching him upâ quite hilarious, wasn't it? if you consider that xavier still hasn't even taken his shirt off yet.
you try to reach down and press his hand deeper into your cunt to find any friction on your clit, to relieve this maddening, building pressure that's leaving your vision white at the edges, yet his other hand shoots outâ clamping around your wrist with enough strength to make you wince.
"don't," he says softly, but the warning inside was unmistakable, "don't, you're not allowed to interfere,"
you sob out his name in high tunes as your stomach tightens when he adds another finger, thighs shaking violently, you want, no, need, to have him closer, perhaps even have his tongue stroke through your hole to chase that spark building behind your ribs, but he won't let you.
"it's more interesting when you're desperate," xavier admits bluntly, withdrawing his fingers for a secondâ watching the way your cunt clenches around nothing, trying to hold onto digits, fluttering from the emptiness.
after waiting for a little, he slips them back in slowly, dragging them along your soaked walls, watching you flinch and twitch and cry out for himâ and that's what ultimately made it worse, because xavier knows, he knows exactly how your body worked, exactly what it needed to cum, and he's purposely giving you just less than enough.
â. đ Ì rafayel + needs to cookwarm you
understandably, rafayel was panting even before he pushed himself into you, yet when he finally didâ it's slow, thick, shivering with restriction which didn't last, "oh fuck," his adams apple bobs as he chokes on his spit, his head dropping against your shoulder with his voice hoarse of disbelief, "you're so tight, baby, so warm, you feelâ" the man cannot even finish, truly, he can't.
his breath hitches instead, hips jerking deeper as rafayel curses again and again, low and against your neck, like each inch of you that swallowed him was tearing the sanity from his bones. he bottoms out once, twice, fucking into you faster to switch and choose between the perfect rhythm as he finally settles his entire shaft inside you, his body shuddering like he's about to cum then and there.
because the moment he fit his entire length in you, you clench around him furiouslyâ tight and fluttering, pulsing with that needy ache as his mouth drops open with a broken gasp, "don't do that," he begs, barely above a whisper, "don't fucking squeeze like thatâ I'll fucking lose it," as he leans over you, forearms bracketing your head and forehead pressed to yours, hips twitching in shallow motions because even the smallest shift made you both cry out into each others lips.
"can i stay like this, baby?" he kisses along your jaw, "see how good we fit, how full you are, you're holding onto me like you never want me to leave," and then he thrusts up, fathomless and without restriction before dragging himself out just enough to feel the strong stretch of you, then sliding right back to the hiltâ where he then stays, twitching inside with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.
you were so full at this pointâ achingly so, you could feel every vein of him, every curl and turn, the way his cock throbbed inside you like it's your own heartbeat as your legs shake around his waist from how heavy it made you feel, how close it made you too, fuck, how tight it got when your body flinched from the overwhelming pulses of him inside.
your stomach knots as your breath stutters, drinking in his moans againâ helplessly kissing him as he completely took over your body, "can't even think about pulling outâ" his hips move again, this time faster, barely pulling himself back, the drag of his cock so intense your back instantly arched from it, sparks flashing behind your eyes.
his hips slam deep, once, twiceâ and he's gone, voice catching as he releases with brutal force, cock pulsing as he comes inside you, deep, hot, thick, all of it, yeah? so much it spills back out with the next thrustâ and still, he doesn't stop.
"again," he pants, "i'm not done, i'm not done, need you to keep me inside, don't let me go, don't let me fucking goâ" rafayel kisses you, like he's trying to fuse into you, believing that if he can keep your cunt around his dripping dick long enough, he'll never have to leave.
â. đ Ì sylus + obsessed with your tits
as one might expect, sylus doesn't even get your clothes off properly nor doesn't care if they tear, he's practically panting as he pulls your top down, lips already brushing hot over your chest before he even gets a full look, "fuck, fuck, you're soâ" his breath hits your doused skin, his eyes wild and pupils blown, voice slurred like he's drunk on the barest sight of you, "you don't know what you do to me, you don't know how long i've thought about this."
then his mouth hits your tits and it's instantly wet, it's hot, all of it, it's filthy too, the way he latches onto your nipple with a groan so guttural it shakes through your ribs. his tongue rolls along your tits in slow circles as his teeth scrape, and when you arched into his body, twitching from how sensitive you were, he grins, "yeah, like that, that's what i wanna see," as he palms your tits with both hands and squeezes, pushing them together so he can bury his face between them and moan, like he's drowning in them, like he wants to live there forever.
your entire frame was on fire, thighs slick with your arousal, hips grinding into airâ because he hasn't even touched you there yet, sylus couldn't find time, not properly, just the drag of his thigh between yours was enough he believed, or just the occasional graze of knuckles when he shifts to kiss the other nipple.
he wants it that way as he glances down once and groansâ loudly like it's hurting him to wait, "you're messing up my pants," he smirks, rutting against your leg, leaking against your skin, "just from me sucking your tits like this? look at what a mess you are baby," sylus shoves his hand between your legs, fuck, finally, right? rubbing through your soaked pussy, smearing your slick up to your clit and back down, lazy and greedy all at once, "you want more? you wanna cum just from this?"
but do not mistake him because his mouth stays at your chest the whole time, he's addicted, mouthing one nipple while his fingers sink inside, scissoring your tight hole.
your back arches instantly and you're soaked, even more now and fuck, you're overstimulated from every side, your clit aching from how close you were yet he doesn't stop sucking on your sensitive nipples, doesn't stop grinding against your thigh like a man gone mad.
"you're perfect," he gasps, "you're perfect, let me have you like this, let me watch you come with my mouth on your titsâ let me feel you fucking pulse around my fingers while i suck your tits, baby," as he grunts into your skin, "i'll ruin you like this, i'll make it so every time you touch yourself, you'll think about my mouth hereâ my tongue, my teeth, how fucking hard i came grinding against you."
â. đ Ì caleb + cannot stop praising you
"you're so good," caleb whispers to you as if he's confessing something protected, his touch weighted with awe, a worship that trembles through his fingers, slithering up your thighs, then moving over to your waist, ultimately cupping your face, "so good, baby, I can't, i can't evenâ"
the sentence dies on his tongue because, well, he's too busy looking, you know? at you, in fact, at where he's inside you, at the way your lips part and your body arches up every time he shoves his cock inside you greedily.
and you feel everything, caleb made sure of thatâ the stretch, the slip, the depth, fuck, he's thick, hot, and so careful at firstâ so slow it's almost cruel, each inch dragging against your walls until your hands hold onto him for dear life, chasing more, chasing him.
caleb says your name through passionâ like the pleasure was too good, too deep, so insane it might break him.
he's repeatedly brushing his lips over your cheek as he thrusts just a little harder, a little further so he could stroke over your sweet spot, taking your frame through new spots of awareness, "taking me so well, you're perfect, just perfect," as his voice cracks when you clench down, "you're so fucking good, too goodâ i'm not strong enough for you, sweetheart, not when you feel like this."
don't be afraid because, well, caleb will stop fucking you so slow and sensually at some point, even your boyfriend had limits and couldn't push back on his pleasure for eternity.
you whimper when he begins to slide against your sweet spot again, this time faster and caleb snaps, a groan ripping out of him, needy and raw as he's suddenly fucking you like he's starved for itâ like you're the only thing in the world that made sense to him, his cock hitting so impactful your ability to breathe evenly was questioned, your back remained curved, your thighs shaking with every thick drag.
"you're so warm, so tight around meâ fuck, i feel you everywhere," his hands grip your waist harder, pulling you against his pelvis as he thrusts, making it purposefully more extensive, messier too so you'll make those wet, nasty sounds for him, "you're squeezing me, baby, you don't even know what you do to meâ"
your skin prickles from how much he worships you whenever you were intimate with each other, how he sounds ruined with gratitude, ruined with your cunt constricting around him ever so tightly, milking him, how he looked down and watches your bodies join like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seenâ your arousal and his cum spreading over your thighs, his cock glistening with every pullout as his breath stutters when he sees it, "you're making such a messâ i love it, i love you like thisâ"
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