notes: just silly fluff, xavier is codependent, zayne is #stressed, rafayel is #indistress, sylus is offended, and caleb is kinda normal but jealous (who is surprised), no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), that’s it (i think)
p.s. dark mode again yayyyyyy Also can u spot me in one of these…giggles (dodges tomato)
a/n: rachel with another bullshit idea who is surprised…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Check out the rest of my Horny thoughts list here.
The mattress let out a tired, metallic groan as he settled in, the kind of sound that made you realize just how heavy he actually is when he isn't pretending to be effortless. Xavier was sprawled out on his back, head propped up by a single white pillow. His shirt was still untucked, the top buttons undone to reveal the pale line of his collarbones.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, a small plastic tub of your nighttime lip mask sitting between your thighs. The room was mostly swallowed by shadows, save for the warm, amber hum of the bedside lamp that turned everything a bit soft and hazy.
You dipped a finger into the thick, pink salve, catching your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room to smear it over your bottom lip. And there he was, you could feel his eyes on you. He was watching through heavy, half lidded eyes, arms tucked behind his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm that was a little hypnotic.
"You're going to pass out before you even get to the toothbrush, you know," you teased, tilting your head to catch the light better.
"Mmm... I'm awake" He didn't even twitch. "What does that one smell like?"
“Strawberries and honey,” you murmured, wiping the leftover pink residue onto the back of your hand. You glanced back at him, noticing the way the light caught the dry, slightly bitten skin of his mouth. “Your lips are all chapped from being out on the roof earlier. You want me to put some on you?”
His arms dropped from behind his head, hands settling flat against the mattress. You watched his fingers dig into the fabric, a subtle tension coiling in his shoulders. Then, he tilted his chin his eyes locking onto yours, making the sleepy, lazy atmosphere in the room vanish in a heartbeat.
"Come here"
"Xavier, I just did my face," you protested, though your heart gave a traitorous little skip. "I'm going to get cream all over your shirt."
“I don't care about the shirt.” The softness of his voice was a total lie, it didn't match the weight of the way he was looking at you. He shifted, lifting his hips just enough to slide higher up the bed, splaying his legs wide to create a very deliberate, very empty space between his thighs.
The small click of the lid capping the tub sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. You crawled onto the mattress, the sheets bunching and sliding under your knees as you made your way toward him. When you reached his hips, you hesitated for a heartbeat before you straddled his lap.
As soon as you were there his hands were on you. His palms slid under the hem of your sleep shirt, settling firmly against the bare skin of your waist.
He looked up at you, his eyes tracing the faint sheen of the moisturizer on your cheekbones before dropping, slow and hungry, to the thick gloss coating your lips.
“You want to share?”
“Yeah, let me just get a cotton swab...” you started, but the words felt a little breathless even to your own ears.
"No.”
The word was final. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to take the brunt of your weight. Then, he slid his head off the pillow, his jawline looking sharp and tense as he stared straight up at you.
“Sit on my face.”
The bluntness of it was like a physical weight, just hanging there in the air, sucking the oxygen right out of the room. He looked perfectly serious, almost calm, but the way his fingers were bruising the skin of your thighs told a completely different story.
“Xavie...” you started, your voice trailing off into something small and uncertain.
“You said my lips were chapped,” a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth “So fix it. Put it right here.” He tapped his bottom lip with his thumb, a silent gesture, before letting his hand drop back to your thigh. “Sit down.”
The contrast between his usual, soft spoken self and the weight of that demand made your chest tighten. You reached down, hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers as you braced.
Slowly, you lifted your hips, moving forward until you were hovering directly over his mouth. The movement caused your shirt to slide up, leaving nothing but the thin lace of your underwear between your skin and his face.
Xavier didn't wait for you to get comfortable. The second your weight settled an impatient tug of his fingers pulled the fabric aside, leaving you completely bare and hovering just inches from his lips.
The cool air of the room hit your skin for a split second, but it was gone almost instantly, replaced by the concentrated heat of his mouth pressing directly into you.
He didn't start with his tongue. He simply pressed his mouth flat against your center, inhaling deeply, his nose parting your lips as he took you in. The friction of his cheekbones rubbing against the skin of your inner thighs, combined with the slight, rough prickle of his evening stubble, sent a sharp jolt straight to your core.
"Xavier, the lamp..." you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just enough to make him react.
He resisted the tug, the muscles in his neck straining under your grip. He let out a short, rough breath that made your thighs twitch involuntarily. "Leave it," he muttered against your skin "I want to see how wet you get."
Then, he opened his mouth.
His tongue was broad, wet, and incredibly hot. He took one long stroke, starting from the very bottom of your entrance and sweeping all the way up to the hood of your clit. The contact made your back arch violently, your head dropping back as you stared up at the blurry ceiling.
"Don't move," he grunted. His voice sounded distorted and muffled against your wet skin. He used his forearm to pin your lower back, effectively locking you in place so you couldn't escape the sensation while his mouth went back to work.
Every sweep of his tongue was firm, flattening against your clit, smoothing the moisture he was drawing out of you across his lips. The wet sound of him sliding over you filled the quiet bedroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides the heavy drafts of air he was taking in through his nose.
"Xavie... please...” The word didn't even come out right, it just sort of broke in your throat as he swirled his tongue in a tight circle around your clit. When his teeth grazed the edge just a fraction of a second too much your muscles clamped shut around him in an involuntary reflex.
He let out a muffled chuckle, making your whole body shudder, and pulled his head back just an inch, the sight of him made you lose your breath. His lips were soaked, glistening under the glow of the lamp, smeared with you from his chin all the way up to the tip of his nose. His eyes were wide and bright, looking completely focused on you.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” the profanity made your stomach do a slow drop. He didn't look like a gentle man, he looked hungry. “Look at how much you’re leaking on my face.”
Your hands were trembling. His hair was a complete mess from your fingers.
"Is this how you like it?" he asked, his thumb sliding up to press into your opening, testing the slickness before pushing his finger inside you.
You gasped, head falling back again. "Yes—yes, Xavie, please—"
“Tell me,” he began to move his finger in a slow, torturous hooking motion inside you, while the very tip of his tongue played with your clit. He was being cruel, in the best possible way. “Tell me to eat you out until you come all over my mouth.”
“Do it,” you sobbed, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard your knuckles turned white. “Eat it. Please, baby, just do it.”
“Good girl.”
He buried his face back into you. That slow, teasing rhythm? Gone. His tongue was fast and sharp, flicking directly over your clit with punishing precision while his finger drove deep inside you, perfectly mirroring the pace. He used his free hand to squeeze your ass, his grip firm enough to bruise.
Every time the pressure became too much and you tried to lift your hips to find relief he dragged you back down, forcing you to take every single ounce of it.
“Xavie...I’m I’m going to...”
“On my tongue, bunny” he ordered, the words vibrating against your skin. He pushed a second finger inside you, stretching you open “Give it to me. Let me taste all of it.”
The tension snapped. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, and your hips shuddered as you came. You screamed into the quiet of the room, your body shaking from head to toe.
Xavier didn't stop. He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, steady pressure as his fingers pumped inside you through the contractions, maximizing the spasm, riding out every single throb of your climax until you were completely spent.
He didn't move his face away immediately, he rested his forehead against your damp thigh. His entire lower face was wet, the hair around his temples sticking to his skin.
His thumb caught the edge of his lower lip, wiping away a smear of wetness and licking it off his skin with a slow, dark stare.
"My lips feel fine now," he said, his voice quiet, regular, the familiar soft rasp returning as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you. "But we might need to do it again in the morning. Just to be sure."
Cw: Smut. Primal play. Fingering. P in V. Dirty talk.🔞MDNI🔞
Hide and Seek with Sylus but then it turns into Find and Fuck.
No new chapter of Calculated Risks today—life's been super busy, but there's a long chapter coming this Saturday. In the meantime, enjoy these short fics from a list I made months ago, let's celebrate 2,300 followers! They're already queued up to post one a day.
The scent of ozone cut through the heavy smell of pine needles, a sharp warning that the sky was about to split open. Fifty paces back, the thicket had closed in around you, the dense canopy of branches blocking out whatever faint starlight remained. You forced your breathing to stay shallow, your chest rising and falling in tight, measured increments against the rough, cold bark of an overgrown cedar.
A twig snapped. It wasn't the sound of an animal, it was heavy, deliberate, and entirely too close.
This had started as a stupid bet back at the cabin, a heated argument over who could disappear better in the woods. Now, the damp moss beneath your boots felt less like ground and more like a snare. You didn't budge, moving meant giving yourself away. You dug your nails into the grooves of the tree, your pulse thumping an erratic beat against your ribs.
The forest went dead silent. The wind picked up, rustling the highest leaves, but down on the floor, everything was frozen. You strained your ears, trying to catch the sound of his boots, but Sylus moved with a terrifying patience. He wasn’t rushing. He was letting the anticipation do the work for him, letting your own nerves fray until you made a mistake.
A fat, icy drop of rain slammed into your cheek, followed by another, and another. Within seconds a steady downpour began to pelt the upper canopy and the air turned freezing cold, the smell of wet earth surged into your nose. Water began to trickle down through the leaves, dripping onto your hair and soaking through the shoulders of your jacket.
You used the sudden noise of the rain to move, stepping back into a deeper shadow, but your foot caught the edge of a slick stone. You didn't fall, but your boots slid across the wet earth with a distinct squelch.
He didn't make a sound as he approached. The glint of his Evol caught the reflection of the falling water, a brief, dangerous red pulse in the dark. You went to bolt to the right but a heavy hand shot out of the gloom, fingers locking around your throat with a grip that didn't choke you but made it impossible to move. Before you could blink, Sylus had you pinned, his body crushing you against the wet cedar.
"Found you,"
His breath was hot, contrasting violently with the freezing rain that ran down his jaw. One crimson eye burned through the dark, a glowing ember that seemed to see right through the facade of your fear.
"You... you cheated," you managed to say, fingers instinctively grasping at his wrist. His skin was searing.
Sylus let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated through your own chest. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, a slow, possessive stroke that made your stomach flip. "Did I? Or did you just get sloppy, kitten? The rain didn't hide you. You tripped. And now..." He leaned in closer "...you owe me."
His thigh wedged between yours to lock you in place. His free hand moved to the collar of your jacket, his fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling. The sound of your zipper breaking apart was swallowed by the roar of the downpour. He shoved the wet material off your shoulders as the freezing rain hit your bare skin, causing you to gasp and shiver violently.
"Sylus, it's pouring—"
"I don't care." He cut you off "I've waited too long for this to care about the weather."
He bent his head, mouth capturing yours in a bruising kiss. It was completely devoid of gentleness. His tongue forced your lips apart, claiming the inside of your mouth while the rain poured over your faces, mixing with the heat of the kiss. He tasted like smoke and rain. His hand slid from your throat down to your waist, his fingers digging deep into your hip bone through your wet pants, pulling your pelvis hard against his.
You whimpered into his mouth, your fingers knotting into the wet leather of his jacket for balance as the ground beneath your feet became slick mud. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his breathing turning ragged.
He reached down, his hands efficient and ruthless as he stripped your pants down, exposing you completely to the biting storm. The cold air made you tremble, but the moment his bare hand slid between your thighs, the contrast was staggering. He was hot. His fingers found your pussy, already slick and dripping with your own moisture, mixed with the rain tracking down your belly.
"You're ready for me," he whispered against your lips, his fingers stroking you with a delicious friction that had your head snapping back against the bark. "Tell me how much you want it."
"Please... Sy, please," you begged, hips twitching involuntarily against his hand.
He kept you there, teasing you with just two fingers while the rain drenched both of your bodies, slicking your skin and making every slide of his hand incredibly wet and loud. Every time you neared the edge, he would slow down, pulling his fingers almost entirely out until you were crying out into the empty woods, your hands clawing at his chest.
With a frustrated groan, he pulled his hand away, leaving you empty and aching. With a quick movement, he freed his thick cock and pressed it against your soaking thighs.
"Fuck, you're doing this to me," he hissed, his voice strained and raw over the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. "I'm so hard it hurts. Touch me."
You reached down with a shaking hand, your wet fingers wrapping around the base of his cock now pressing against your opening. The heat radiating off him was incredible, his pulse jumping against your palm.
"Clench for me," he ordered, his eyes locked onto yours, "Let me feel how tight you can get before I even put it in."
You squeezed your internal muscles around the tip of his cock, the movement causing him to let out a harsh, ragged breath that bloomed like steam between you. His hands gripped your hips until it was nearly bruising.
"Yeah. Just like that," he ground out, his teeth bared against the rain. "You're going to squeeze me like that the entire time."
He didn't give you another second to prepare. He drove his hips forward, a heavy thrust that buried his entire cock inside you. The sudden fullness made your eyes go wide and your spine press hard into the cedar. There was absolutely no space between your bodies.
"Ah! Sylus—"
"I've got you," he growled, slamming his hips against yours.
He lifted one of your legs, hooking your knee over his hip to get a deeper angle, the sound of your skin slapping together echoed through the trees.
He was using his size and weight to completely dominate your movements. Every thrust hit that one sensitive spot inside you until your vision went hazy at the edges.
"Squeeze me," he demanded again, his voice raw as he pounded into you "Tighter. Hold onto me with everything you have."
Your fingers scratched at the wet leather of his jacket, your voice breaking as you screamed his name into the dark.
He gave three more bruising thrusts, burying himself as far as he could go, and then he locked up against you. A thick rush filled you, a heavy warmth that triggered your own climax, sending shaking waves of pleasure through your entire body.
Your legs completely gave out, and he caught your full weight against his chest, holding you tightly against the oak tree as the rain continued to fall around you, the sound swallowing the ragged, synchronized sound of your breathing.
A/N: There is slight tension and fruitiness between Caleb and Sylus in honor of Pride Month, so if you aren't comfy with that, its totally okay, but this work isn't for you! 𐙚
Caleb and Sylus both agreed on one thing, they had spoiled you rotten.
You knew exactly how to get your way with a stomp of your foot and a bit of incessant whining. They both had a massive soft spot for you, and you absolutely abused it. On the rare occasion that one of them actually stood his ground and denied you something, you simply went running to the other. Without fail, you always ended up getting what you wanted.
So there you were, flopped unceremoniously across Sylus’s bed, dramatically huffing and taking your frustrations out on his pillows. You made sure your tantrum was obvious to the white-haired man sitting at his desk, casually flipping through documents. He looked up at your theatrics, a hint of amusement playing on his face.
Seeing that your efforts were going to waste, you decided to kick it up a notch. You paused all your dramatic thrashing and sat up on the bed, going dead silent. The sudden lack of noise instantly caught Sylus’s attention. That's when you brought out the big guns. With a perfectly timed sniffle, crocodile tears began streaming down your cheeks. Sylus, defeated by your dirty tactics, tossed his documents onto the desk. He sighed, making his way over to the bed before pulling your body against his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug.
"Alright, alright," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear as he stroked your hair. "We’ll get you your pet wolf. Don't cry now, kitten."
The next of your schemes involved sneaking to the kitchen at 3 am in the morning, staying as quiet as possible as you tiptoed across the cold floors. You opened the fridge and retrieved the goods, and right as you thought you had gotten away with it, you heard someone behind you. Goddammit.
You turned around guiltily to find Caleb standing there, leaning against the wall, shirtless and looking like he had just woken up. Ice cream in hand, you flashed him a nervous smile. "Pips, you know you can't have that so late at night," he scolded gently. Your instincts kicked in immediately. You pouted, hugging the tub close to your chest as you gave him your signature puppy eyes. "But Caleb, pleaseee... I've been craving it." Giving in, Caleb walked over and ruffled your hair with a sigh. "Fine, but not too much, okay?"
And just like that, victory was yours. Half the time, you made ridiculous requests just to test their limits, to see exactly how far they would bend to keep you happy. they were well aware of this fact too. But unbeknownst to you, Caleb and Sylus had recently made a plan. Deciding they officially had enough of your shit with the way your asks became more absurd by the day, they knew they needed to teach their bratty little girl a lesson.
It was a day like any other, you woke up with a slow, heavy stretch, yawning your way out of bed and heading downstairs. In the kitchen, your two boyfriends were already occupying their usual spots. Caleb was making breakfast, while Sylus leaned against the counter, mindlessly popping cherries into his mouth and scrolling through his phone. Scurrying over to Caleb, you leaned over his shoulder, trying to peer into the pan. "I'm almost done, pips. Go sit down," he murmured, not looking up. You blinked down at the eggs sizzling in the pan, and like second nature, felt defiance bubbling up. You looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. "But Caleb, I'm craving pancakes today." Right as you expected to watch him immediately pivot to indulge your craving, he did the exact opposite. Caleb glanced down at you, held your gaze for a flat second, and deadpanned, "Nope."
That caught you completely off guard. "Wha-?" It wasn't the kind of "no" that felt negotiable. It wasn't a "maybe" with extra steps. This "no" felt definitive. As you stood there, jaw slightly slack and confused, Caleb simply reached out, picked you up by the waist like a doll, and set you down next to the kitchen island. "Sit down," he ordered softly.
For once, you actually obeyed, slipping into the seat next to Sylus as if in a trance. Caleb caught your expression and let out a smug smirk.
A few moments later, Caleb began setting the plates down on the island. Still reeling from the pancake rejection, your eyes drifted over to the bowl of juicy cherries Sylus was snacking on.
"Can I have som-"
"No."
Before the sentence could even clear your throat, Sylus cut you off. He didn't even look your way as he answered, instead, he popped another cherry between his lips, holding it between his teeth as he leaned back, his gaze locking directly onto Caleb.
Wordlessly, Caleb moved across the space, leaning over the counter to meet him. He closed the distance and took the cherry right from Sylus's mouth, their teeth clashing in a quiet click. They both tried not to laugh at the sight of you looking like a kicked puppy.
The rest of the day went on just like that, a rebellion was what it was. By evening, you were left thoroughly frustrated by the mountain of rejections that had accumulated all day. You could tell something was up, but you knew they couldn't keep this up forever. So, you decided to stage your own overthrow.
When nighttime finally arrived, you got into bed a little earlier than usual. You could hear the steady rush of water from the shower Caleb was running in the bathroom, while Sylus was finishing up some work in his office. Smirking to yourself, you slowly stripped down to just your underwear, a lacy pair you knew that they were weak for. Settling back against the pillows, you slowly spread your thighs and gave a few exploratory flicks to your clit. Mmm. As you started to play with yourself, your fingers spread your folds, rubbing gently before plunging two fingers shallowly inside.
Despite always catering to your every wish and whim, Sylus and Caleb had one strict rule for you, hands off yourself. You knew not to cross this– you never had a reason to anyway, not with two utterly devoted men ready to give you more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. But after a day of them teasing and denying you, you didn't see why you couldn't play their game as well.
Soft moans spilled from your lips, juices leaking through as you could feel yourself getting hotter. Right then, you heard heavy footsteps moving through the hallway outside. Grinning, you worked yourself even harder now. Sylus, on the other hand, reached the outside of the room and knew immediately something was up; he felt your sweet scent filling the air, your faint gasps barely heard. Seems kitten is playing dirty.
Walking inside, he locked eyes with you, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and put on even more of a show, cunt in full display. And right on cue, Caleb walked out of the bathroom, skin glistening and a towel hanging off his waist. The moment he caught on to the events occurring in the room, he flashed Sylus an unhinged smile.
Your mind had dissolved into absolute mush. Overstimulated as you were kept on your hands and knees, your back arched deeply as Sylus relentlessly drove into you from behind.
You had lost track of how many times you'd finished already, yet there were no signs of stopping. Caleb, meanwhile, was in front of you, admiring the glisten on your face and lips from the previous load he shot up that he was still recovering from, panting with his abs clenching.
You felt another intense orgasm coursing through you, cum and juice spilling out further as your pussy spasmed around Sylus, but this only prompted him to go faster. Tears streaming uncontrollably now, your knuckles turned white with how hard you were gripping the sheets, and you looked up at Caleb, almost pleading with him to reason with Sylus. Almost like Sylus figured out your ploy, he snapped your hips back against him harshly. “Oh no no no, he’s not gonna help you, sweetheart.” Caleb could only grin, giving you a mock pity look. “Aw, is pips tired? Should’ve thought of that before you decided to break the rules, no?” He looked over to Sylus. “Sy, my turn now.” Panting, Sylus plunged balls deep all the way into your cervix one last time before he pulled out completely, manhandling you to switch positions.
Now you were sitting upright, your back leaning against Sylus with your legs being held up and apart by his veiny arms. Caleb took his position immediately, feeding you his cock from the front, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, a tad overstimulated from his earlier release. Sylus, looking at the vulnerable puppy boy, couldn't help but reach out and caress the side of his face, his fingers running through his slightly damp hair. Caleb only subconsciously leaned into his touch all the while plunging completely inside of you, moving in shallow, ragged thrusts.
Then Sylus had an idea. Nipping at your shoulder, his fingers still tangled in Caleb's hair, he gripped a bit tighter, grabbing his attention. “You think she's ready for it?”
“Huh? fuck– yeahyeaheyeah,” Caleb mumbled incoherently, looking absolutely pussydrunk by the way you clenched around him. You were confused. “Sy? Wha- what do you mean ready? Ready for what?” you panted, and right then, you felt something poke at your virgin back entrance. Fuck me, you thought.
Gathering all the slick from your combined releases and giving you a spit of his own, Sylus made sure you were well-lubricated before he attempted the intrusion. It felt weird in the start– an unfamiliar feeling– but you knew better than to oppose it. You were completely at their mercy.
Soon enough, Caleb and Sylus found a shared rhythm, breaching your holes at the same time and building up an insane amount of pressure, slick sounds and moans filling the room. Even Sylus, who wasn't normally vocal in bed, was groaning and whimpering, and in no time, another orgasm ripped through you. “Fuck— yes baby, give it all to me. Come on, I know you can give me more,” you weren't even sure who was talking to you at that point.
Hours dissolved into an exhaustive blur as positions were shifted and forced upon you. You were floating in and out of consciousness. You all looked like a litter of bunnies going at it for so long. You were tired, and just let them move you around for their own pleasure; their combined stamina was ungodly. You could feel your womb bulging with all the semen pumped into you, and finally, with bruising thrusts, they came at the same time, collapsing back against the bed.
God, Smiling in your fucked out state, all you could think was, you still got what you wanted.
♡ Bunny's Note: I'm a tad bit late with this one, thank you for being patient with me! I had to get out of my comfort zone for this one because I explored tropes and dynamics I wouldn't normally, but I hope you enjoyed this! Any suggestions are always appreciated! ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
Pspsps what if Zayne punishes you by having both of you guys masturbate, leaving you begging for him, refusing to give into your cries
Gotta go 🏃♀️💨
One of my biggest fantasies is literally being tied down, him between your legs, jacking off to you begging and crying for him to touch you. Of course, he doesn't, but he DOES cum right onto your pussy and give you a kiss on the forehead for being well behaved.
After his first experience with your portal pussy, Clark’s become a bit… attached. It rarely sees the inside of your nightstand now; Clark always has it in his briefcase or backpack. And since you’re always wearing the panties, he can always take it out for a little peek at his pretty pussy. Sometimes, he’ll even take it out in the bathroom stalls. Lick a bit, to sate his thirst for it.
It’s a rare time when Clark is at home, and you’re out. You were busy running errands. Clark’s not used to being home alone. Krypto’s not even here.
With a heavy sigh, he plops right back onto the couch, the familiar blue metal disc in his hands. He unscrews the lid.
Your pretty pearl and folds sit inside, perfect. There’s even a bit of wetness from you and Clark’s early morning sex, cum dribbling from your hole.
After that first session, you and Clark had talked more about consent. Any time you were wearing the panties, Clark could do whatever he wanted. So Clark slides the tip of his cock up and down your seam. It’s warm and slippery. Clark notches the head of his cock right into your fluttering hole, and groans as he slides right in.
You immediately feel it in the middle of the grocery store. That perfect stretching sensation, the heft and fullness that came from Clark. You expect him to move, but he just stays there. It appears it’s a cockwarming sesson. So you go about your day as his cock is nestled perfectly inside, a reminder of how much Clark loves his gift.
To be fair, you're a little preoccupied. Zayne is splayed out beneath you, giving you the rare opportunity to have the upper hand on him as your tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his cock. His brows are knit in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, so he too doesn't notice Sylus's large frame at the door.
He doesn't announce his presence, preferring instead for his evol to wrap around your lower half, keeping you still. A warm hand brushes your bare thigh in what you assume to be a greeting, but is more likely a warning. Stay still, is what he's telling you. Of course, you'll play along.
The buzz of a vibrator makes Zayne peak an eye open, getting a clear view of what Sylus intends to do to you. You'd be jealous if you weren't getting an equally arousing view.
"Having fun?" Sylus teases Zayne, running the toy along the inside of your thigh. He knows how desperate you are, how turned on you get when you blow either of them, so he knows exactly how torturous to be.
"Someone's been insatiable lately." Zayne tries to sound normal, though he's betrayed by the breathy gasp that escapes him as you take him all the way in your throat.
"Has she been behaving?"
You and Zayne lock eyes at Sylus's question, and promptly have a silent conversation. He wants to say no, to enjoy the vision of Sylus punishing you like he so rarely does. But if he says no, he knows for a fact this blowjob won't end well for him.
"She's been perfect."
"In that case, I suppose she deserves a reward. Does that sound nice, kitten?"
people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
hii ♡ i'm so so in love with all of your smau's, esp rabbot !! can you pretty please do rabbot x reader who's so so feminine & a super bad shopaholic. she loves lovesss collecting books, buying clothes, makeup .. and with her boyfriends, literal doctors .. would go to the moon and back just to provide for her ! they DESPISE when she uses her own money.
+ it's harder to find out if she buys stuff or goes outside because she's introverted & just on solo dates :') she's out & about !
resident!reader who comes in panicked with her sick toddler in the middle of the night and jack abbot who learns all at once that reader is not just a mother but a recent widow (and jack decides right then that he won’t let you struggle alone like he did)
izzy806
ellievsbear
dailybridgerton
prguitarman
pixelskylines
vaporwave
