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hi! i wanted to ask (only do if ur comfortable) can you do the lads boys individually spanking x afab reader? it’s okay if not!!

#YKYouWannaSpankThatAss!!⭑.ᐟ

⭑.ᐟSYNOPSIS You really can’t help it, you truly love teasing your dear boyfriend! You just sit weren’t expecting him to retaliate in this. . way

⭑.GENRE smut, porn with little plot ⭑.INCLUDE Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus (separate)

⭑.WARNING fem!reader, explicit content, no possible spoilers, established relationship, possible grammar errors, not proof read, face down ass up (Caleb), mentions of overstimulation, implied creampie, pet names, hair pulling, squirting, breeding, p in v, no protection, oral (fem rec), doggy style (Xavier), marking, cowgirl (Zayne, Sylus), jealous sex (Caleb, Xavier), lil bit of mean! Zayne, breast play, 1k per Li, author note at end!(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

⭑.CALEB

The feeling of overcoming bliss is drowning you, overstimulated to the max, left twitching and throbbing in ecstasy. There is a slight sheen of sweat on your burning hot flesh, glistening. Caleb has your face pressed firmly against the drool soaked pillow, moans and whimpers are barely bearable due to the pillow muffling your strings of harmony, ass pushed up 

Caleb has a firm grip on your plump hips, forcing you in place as he slams his hips into yours— fat cock pushing deep into your velvety walls with a wet squelch, heavy balls slapping deliciously at your puffy clit. Occasionally, there’s a small peak of his dick, a white ring formed around the thick base of his cock, a sticky mixture of yours and his’ previous orgasms.

“Mmhp—! Hnng. .” You loudly moan into the pillow, uselessly scratching at the soft yet slightly wet fabric.

Cock buried deep in your pussy, he rolls his hips— stirring up your cum coated walls with an obscure and nasty squelchhh. In response, his thick cum pools around his thick shaft. . his seed slowly drips onto the dirtied sheets. You let out an exhausted moan into the pillow, squealing loudly when Caleb pulls out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was plugged into your messy hole before slamming his hips into yours, with a pwap plap, causing your walls to quiver around his dick. . gushing out even more of his cum. 

“Nngh sh- shitt, babe! S- so noisy. .” Caleb heavily pants out, teeth biting at his swollen bottom lip, drawing crimson liquid from the flesh. 

“B- baby! Y- you’re soo —hnng. . wet” He hiccups, pausing his motion of rolling his hips against yours, opting to switch to thrusting deep and hard into your gushing cunt.

While you’re exhausted and purely cock drunk, Caleb, somehow, has enough pleasure to pound you into the bed— perhaps it was the godly sight in front of him that spurred him further on. Scattered along your neck, collarbone, and back are purplish red bite marks littered on your flesh. . deliciously pretty. Every time he slams into you, your plump ass jiggles and bounces with the toe curling thrust— there’s a mixture of sweat and dried cum on the flesh. 

You squirm and thrash, weakly attempting to escape from the mind numbing pleasure that’s being fed to your body. The grip on your hips quickly becomes mean and bruising, it’s obvious Caleb isn’t going to let you easily escape from him. You drool into the pillow, tears spilling from your watery eyes. 

One of the hands on your hips shakily grab at your hair, gently yet firmly pulling you from the tear shaken pillow— forcing your body into a difficult arch that lets Caleb abuse your sweet spots even better.

“Do- don’t try to —ohhhfuck. . t- to squirm from me!” Caleb grunts out, releasing your hair, letting you slump back onto the bed before his hips grab at your hips tightly. 

Your eyes go wide, that knot in your belly snapping, pussy gushing around his cock for the nth time. The feeling of overstimulation is familiar, your body trembling against the bed— sobbing into the fabric when Caleb’s full balls slap harshly at your engorged clit, causing jets of cum to squirt from your cunt. 

“F- fuckkk. . Yo- you’re squeezingme sooo tight—! Nnghfuck. . baby!” He chokes on a moan, fingers digging deeper into your plump hips, surely leaving purple marks behind, tugging you to meet his thrust halfway.

“L- leb’ haaah-! Sl- slow!” You squeal, voice muffled by the cloth.

The wet plap and fwopping sounds of Caleb’s skin meeting yours in deafening, mingling with the nasty squelch and slosh of your velvety walls stretching perfectly around his dick. Submitting to desire, a hand grabs at the globs of fat of your ass— fondling and greedily groping at the soft flesh that spills between his fingers. 

“Haah. .? W- what was that, baby —nngh!” Caleb groans out, pinching at your ass.

“Wa- want me to —ngh shit. . s- slow down? N- no. Yo- you’ve. been. teasing. me. all. fucking. day—!” He breathes out between loud moans and whimpers, each word followed by a delicious thrust that makes tingles course through your spine. . the creaking sound of the bed giving way slowly intensifies.

“Y- you’re gonna break —ohmygod. . t- the bed!” You attempt to reason, that doesn’t stop you from squeezing tightly around him as you buck your hips to feel him push in deeper into your pussy. 

Your words seem to go into one ear, exiting out the other. It’s like Caleb hasn’t really processed your words, mindlessly fucking his overstimulated cock erotically into your sloppy cunt. 

“G- gotta t- teach you a lesson. . hnng-!” Caleb hiccups, hands lifting in the air before landing on your asscheek, eliciting a delighted squeal. 

It’s louder and clear now— the sounds of the bed shaking, the faint cracks of the wooden frame giving way. Completely cock drunk, you struggle to push your ass back against Caleb, desperate to feel his cock burying itself deeper and deeper into your gooey walls until you're full of his thick cum. Another painful smack has you drooling and whimpering into the pillow, the dim pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.

“Haah. . Y’knew h- he was —holyshit. . fl- flirting with you, baby!” He whimpers out loudly, groaning when your walls spasm around his length when he brushes against your sweet spot.

Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re loving every second. That familiar knot in your lower belly is getting tighter and tighter, you are soo close to cumming again. 

“Hnng—! P- please. . d- don’t stoppp!” You mewl, gasping in ecstasy when he pistons his hips to ensure he pounds into your sweet spot. 

You can tell he’s close too— the way his grip on your hips and ass tightens painfully, his thrust sloppily, cock throbbing and bobbing deep in your pussy, his moans and whines getting louder. You let out an open mouth scream into the pillow, cumming for the nth time around his cock, the ring of cum smearing onto his pelvis and the skin of your ass. Caleb whimpers your name loudly, pushing his hips flushed against yours, balls pressed against your puffy clit, cock spurting a copious amount of cum into your cunt, the excess dripping out of your stuffed pussy.  

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui—“ Caleb babbles dumbly, rolling his hips against yours, the wet slosh of him burying his seed deeper into your pussy. 

He slowly pulls out with a wet pop, silently watching his cum pour out from your messy cunt. Caleb drags his cock through your swollen folds, back and forth, pressing himself back into your cunt with a wet squelchh. A weak attempt, you try to squirm and thrash from his grip but he keeps you still, hips smashing into yours. 

Not a single drop of regret bubbles in you— getting your boyfriend jealous might be your favorite occupation, especially when he’ll fuck you stupid and spank you until your ass is a pretty shade of red in response. 

⭑.RAFAYEL

Perhaps having Rafayel as a boyfriend has made a certain playful side of yourself develop—  you’ve been teasing him all week in numerous ways, knowingly riling up your poor boyfriend. Sitting on his lap randomly, grinding your ass against his crotch early in the morning, bending over to pick up something you accidentally dropped. It was inevitable, he’d eventually submit to his own desires.

He is in heaven— the feeling of plump, squishy thighs pressed firmly against the sides of his head, the scent of you is much more intense, and your sweet cunt for him to mindlessly lap at. So what if he easily fell for your little trap? How could he possibly care when he’d end up trapped between your thighs? Rafayel is nasty messy, dragging his tongue through your slickened folds— the noisy sound of his lips wrapping around your puffy clit, the wet squelch of his tongue dipping into your gummy entrance, and the muffled sounds of your boyfriend moaning into your pussy.

Each time Rafayel drags his tongue along your syrupy slit, perfect nose pressed into your clit— you’d buck, tremble, and hump his face weakly. . smearing your sticky juices all over his face. And every time you’d unconsciously press your pussy harder into his face, he’d let out a shameless moan into your core, the delicious vibrations coursing through your body. . making you moan even louder. Ooh fuck, and the way you’d let out a deafening squeal when he thrusts his tongue in and out of your velvety walls— your fingers darting to firmly grab at the purple strands of his hair, carding through his hair and occasionally tugging on it.

“Mmhp— ohhhfuck! Hung. . r- rafyie” you mewl out softly, voice hoarse and broken from how much moans and whimpers that Rafayel has ripped from you, you weakly roll your hips to grind your overstimulated pussy on his face. 

This is the first time you’ve ever heard your boyfriend soo quiet before, minus all the moaning and whining he’s unbashfully letting out into your swollen pussy, finally not babbling out praise and worship for you. However, that’s just because he’s proving his love in another way— keeping his mouth busy with lapping, sucking, slurping until you can’t help but cum into his mouth. Rafael slowly drags his thick tongue through your sopping folds, up and down in a dizzying manner, his nose pressing against your swollen clit. . lewdly inhaling your addictive scent that surrounded him.

The pressure on your clit has you crying out his name loudly, squirming lightly. Each time Rafayel glides his tongue through your syrupy pussy, your folds part, giving him the chance to taste the arousal that leaks from your messy hole. The grip on your hips tightens, a finger tapping on your plush flesh twice— you lift your hips up enough room for him to breath. 

“Haah. . ohmygod, my pearl” Rafayel breathes out between ragged pants, his warm breath fanning onto your spit and arousal covered clit.

“You taste sooo de- delicous, cutie. .” He says quietly, kissing at your puffy clit tenderly— chuckling softly when the bud throbs against his lips. 

Rafayel tugs you back down onto his face, fingers tightly digging into your plump hips. . forcing you to roll your hips, grinding your heat on his face. He glides his tongue through your folds two times, back and forth back and forth, before he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole— summoning a loud whine of pleasure. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your velvety walls has your toes curling, eyes rolling back, and a whine of Rafayel being ripped from you.

“Hnng-! I-I can’t —nghhh. . can't take anymore. .” You babble out, squirming and writhing, though to no avail.

He tilts his head upwards, lips engulfing your puffy clit— sucking harshly until he feels your hips jolt. Greedily, one of his hands grabs at your ass chick while the other one stays glued firmly to your hips. Rafayel plays with the supple flesh, squeezing and fondling at the globs of fat on your ass— giving it a soft smack. 

“Haah-! Nnghfuck. . t- too much. . raf’!” You sob loudly, tears clinging in the corner of your eyes.

The feeling of overstimulation has you whimpering and trembling helplessly,  but Rafayel can’t stop— he needs to coax out more and more of your delicious juices. Oh, he’s hooked on you. He’s basking in your reactions; every single time your moans become high pitched, he’d peer up from between your thighs.

“Mmhp—! Fu- fuck. . feels too Ra- Rafie! Wanna. .—nghh, cuum” you slur out dumbly between whines, squealing when he spanks to the flesh of your ass.

That knot in your stomach is getting tighter with every passing second, you are trembling violently now. Rafayel’s tongue delves through your sopping folds— tongue tracing through your creamy slit, driving you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Maybe the lightheadedness, from the lack of oxygen and drunk off your taste and scent, finally got to your boyfriend’s head— perhaps that’s the only explanation of his cock throbbing violently in need.

Rafayel is widely bucking his hips into the air, fucking into nothing— caught between the option of eating you out until his jaw aches or giving into the need. . ultimately choosing to worship his girlfriend. The moment he suckles onto your clit, tongue smoothing the swollen flesh. . you’re letting out a loud sob, tears dripping down your cheek. You wail loudly, cumming around nothing, shakily rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

“Haah—! Fu- fuck me. .” you sigh out softly, shakily lifting yourself off his face.

There’s thin strings of arousal connected between your pussy and his face, his face covered in your juices and arousal. Messy and nasty. 

“Haah. . yo- you taste soo good” Rafayel pants, it’s quite obvious he’s just as drunk as you are— pussy drunk. 

“—Need more. .” He murmurs out, gently spanking the warm flesh of your ass, dragging you onto his face again with the personality of man that intends to make you jelly boned and sobbing in ecstasy.

⭑.XAVIER

You are a complete, hot mess— fat tears clinging from the corner of your eyes, loudly whimpering and whining from the overwhelming pleasure, weakly and helplessly clawing at the soft fabric of a pillow before you. Eyes burning with hunger and need gazes at your body; skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the heat and ecstasy. . glistening in the dimmed lights to cast a pretty shining effect on your gorgeous body, scattered along the flesh of your neck and back are purple and red hickey marks from Xavier’s hungry mouth. 

If it wasn’t for the calloused hands, greedily grabbing at your plus hips with a firm grip, dragging you to meet Xavier’s rough thrusts halfway. .you would have already collapsed on the bed from the sheer exhaustion. You’re completely drunk from that additive feeling of intense pleasure, with each orgasm ripped from your body, the pleasure bleeds into overstimulation yet you still beg for more— perhaps this is what it meant to be cockdrunk. You are tumbling violently like a small leaf, you can barely hold your loud whines and tears every time his cock drags perfectly along your velvety walls. . easily pounding into your sweet spots.

The apartment room is deafening, surely the lewd harmony you both are creating can be heard perfectly. Each time Xavier gives you a frantic and rough thrust, his slender cock pushing deep into your gooey walls, an obscure squealchh and sloshing sound of your sopping cunt would fill the room along with the sounds of slick skin slapping against each other loudly. 

“Haaah—! O-ohfuckk. . f- feels sooo good” you mewl loudly, there’s a subtle burning sensation on your arms that’s planted on the bed, it must be from you trying to hold yourself up for soo long. 

“Nngh. . X- xavie!” You cry out his name loudly, earning yourself a pleased groan from your boyfriend. 

A noisy sob is ripped from your swollen lips when one of Xavier’s hands drags along the skin of your back to grab at your plump ass— needy fondling, squeezing, and smacking at the flesh until it turns to a pretty shade of red. In his eyes, he’s leaving his own mark on your delicious body. . just like what you did to his neck, except he’s worse and meaner. 

“Mmph haah. . yo- you knew he was —fuck. . staring a- at you. .” Xavier breathes out between ragged moans and grunts, hips noisily slamming into yours, the red, globs of fat jiggling from the impact. 

“We- were you tr- tryna’ . . nghfuuck so tight— make m- me jealous, darling?” Somehow, his thrusts become inhumanly and mercilessly fast. . causing a silent scream to be ripped from you and your head to become only a mush of thoughts while your white-coated walls quiver around his cock, eliciting a breathless whimper from Xavier. 

Oh godd, the way his cock drags along your sensitive walls has your body trembling from the overstimulation. The mess between your plump thighs is getting everywhere: the bed, the sheets, on your skin, and Xavier’s thighs and abdomen— the mess is starting to become worse and worse, your sloppy hole keeps leaking out a sticky mixture of your juices and his previous orgasms onto the bed below. Another rough spank to your ass has you bucking your hips towards him, weakly fucking yourself on his length. 

“oooh— fuckfuckfuckfuck! Nngh. . X- xavie! I- I. . f- feels amazing!” You squeal out loudly, fat tears dripping down your flushed cheeks— each rough thrust has a pleasurable wave of heat coursing through your body.

The sensitivity seemingly makes your senses sharper than usual. . everything feels more intense— the way Xavier’s slender’s cock throbs and jolts deep inside the warmth of your cunt or the way his balls slap, pwop, at your puffy clit til you’re gushing around his base.  

“I- I’m soo sorry— fuck!” You wail out, lips parting as strings of moans are ripped from you, eyes rolling back with a particular rough thrust. 

His hands cracks against your ass again, the sting melted into delicious and addictive pleasure, you gasp in response. Perhaps you did go overboard with making your dear boyfriend jealous, but getting fucking so good that you become cockdrunk. . you really wouldn’t mind doing it again. Those heavy balls of Xavier’s smacks against your engorged clit, heat pooling to your lower belly. 

“Haaah—! O-oh god. .” You drool, becoming awfully aware of that knot in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter. 

“Mmhp—. . a- and you —fuckkk. .” Xavier barely manages to get words out, groaning softly when you feel you flutter around his cock soo tightly.

“. .pretends l- like he wasn’t st- staring —holyshit, darling. . at y- you” he stutters out, another rough smack on your asscheek, eliciting out a yelp from you.

“X- Xavier—!” You voice is high pitched and deafening as you cry out his name, shamelessly moaning your boyfriend’s name. . there’s no way that man basically eye fucking you couldn’t hear from his room. 

“Hhng nngh—! Y- yes. . yesyesyes, scream out my n- name, starlight” Xavier encourages.

Xavier is so close to cumming; that rude and mean grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly, his thrust becoming sloppy and downright needy for an orgasm, and the way he’s just pulsing and twitching inside you. 

“C’mon. . s- scream out my name —gonnacum. . wa- want him to know y- you are all minee” he drools out, hips smacking painfully into yours. 

“X- Xavier —hnng, please!” You squeal, eyes rolling back as velvety walls quiver around his length, creaming around his cock for the nth time— the ring of cum around his base smears onto your skin. 

He lets out a breathless whimper, resting his weight on top of your body. . keeping you trapped against the bed. Xavier’s body is flushed with yours, cock spurting an overwhelming amount of cum into your stuffed pussy. Your eyes roll back, weakly gasping when he presses his hands onto your back, slowly thrusting his sensitive cock into your gushing and creamy pussy.

“X- xavie. . nooo! F- feel’s tooo good. .” You drool into the sheets, unable to make an effort to squirm away from the mind numbing pleasure. 

Even though Xavier is completely dumb from pleasure and overstimulation is biting at his flesh and mind. . he can’t stop— he needs to ensure that man knows you are his. . even if you spend all night fucking like bunnies.

⭑.ZAYNE

Your body feels extremely exhausted, skin sweaty and glistening, skin burning hot to the touch from the delicious heat that’s bloomed between you and your boyfriend. The addictive sensation of your ass cheek throbbing in pain from the countless spanks Zayne gifts to your flesh only serves to further heighten your sensitivity— each cruel swat to the red globs of flesh draws out a whiney whimper from your spit covered lips. Perhaps, acting like a brat towards you boyfriends wasn’t the smartest choice you’ve ever made. .

However; being forced to perch on top of his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing deep into your cunt, while calloused hands tenderly massage and roughly spank at the globs of fat until your flesh was raw and a pretty shade of red wasn’t something you’d object to receiving as punishment. Shakily and weakly, you roll your hip— eyes rolling back when you feel Zayne’s thick cock brush perfectly against your g-spot, whimpering when your puffy clit catches at the rough fabric of his pants. 

“Haah—. . ohmygod. Za- Zaynie!” You whine out his name in such a sweet voice, gasping erotically when he grabs at your sore ass cheek, firmly squeezing on the raw flesh while helping you bounce on his twitching cock. 

It’s a mess, tears clinging onto your lashes, drool seeping from your parted lips as you pant out warm air, mind set on one thing. . to finally cum after being edged for soo long. You quickly bury your fingers into Zayne’s shirt, bunching the fabric up between your fingers. . using it as leverage.

“Hnng—! C- can’t take it anymore. . b- baby!” You whimper out, trembling lightly in his arms.

Each time Zayne slams you back onto his lap, you swear, his cock reaches soo deep into your sopping cunt— forcing your pussy to make the nastiest and obscurest squelching sound. The wet squealchh and sloshing of sound of his dick reaching deep into your gooey walls can be heard from outside the closed room, along with the wet plap of skin meeting each other. 

“Nghh. . oooh, p- please, Zayne! N- needa’a cumm. . sooo badly. .” You beg in a whiney tone, sobbing when his cock massages your velvety walls perfectly. 

There’s a subtle burning sensation in your thighs from overexerting yourself, yet, you just can’t stop. . you really need to cum. Zayne groans out softly when he feels your walls spasm and flutter around his cock, dragging out a delightful moan of your name. 

“Z- Zayne. . c- can, anymore—“ you mewl, words barely making sense anymore. 

You are so close to cumming, that knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter than expected, the way your gooey walls spasm around his throbbing cock is enough to tell. Zayne huffs out between moans and groans, one of his hands on your plump hips dragging up your back— tugging you to be fleshed against his chest, fucking up into your messy cunt. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—! Wanna cum soo. . — Haah, need’a cum, please za- zaynie!” You babble out pathetically, burying your head into his neck— lips sucking at his flesh until a pretty bruise blooms at his skin.

You let out a loud cry when you feel Zayne’s hands gently smack against your ass cheek, a loud fwop, a silent reminder that he’s treating this like a punishment. You whimper softly when he fondled your ass cheek, pushing deeper into your sloppy pussy.

“You’ve been acting like a brat. . all. fucking. day. darling” Zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, each word followed by a toe curling thrust that makes a delicious wave of heat course through your body— earning a sob in response.

“You h- have clearly —nngh fuckk. . ha- haven’t learned your lesson, m- my beloved” he groans out between gritted teeth, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you trapped and flushed against him, angling his hips to graze against your g-spot.

“P- please, Zayne! I- I won’t tease you anymore —haah nghh, feels soo good”  you wail out, nuzzling yourself deeper into his neck, lips wrapping around his sensitive skin and sucking pretty bruises and love bites on his flesh— eliciting a breathless groan from your boyfriend. 

He knows you are lying. .

“P- please, j- just let me cum. . baby—“ you gasp out, weakly bucking your hips to meet his sloppy thrusts. 

How could Zayne possibly deny you when you’re pleading so sweetly, tears dripping 

onto his skin, muffled whimpers by his neck, gooey walls slamming around him. His thrusts become hurried and sloppy, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Oh fuckk, the way his cock drags along your velvety walls has that knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes rolling back. 

“Come on —nghhfuck. . c- cum for me, be- beloved” Zayne manages to breathe out between broken grunts.

One of the hands gripping firmly onto your hips dips between your bodies, finding where your two are connected— skilled fingers pressing and circling your puffy clit until you let out a loud cry. A loud moan is ripped from you as you gush around his cock, tears dripping down your cheeks from how intense your orgasm was, a ring of cum forming around the thick base of Zayne’s cock. 

“Haah—! F- fuk, Zaynie!” You drool, letting out a shaky breath when he buries his cock to the hilt of your cunt.

His cock throbs and twitches deep inside your sopping pussy, ropes of cum shooting into your gooey walls. Zayne grits out your name, slowly bouncing on his cock to help ride out both of your orgasms. You are a trembling mess in his arms, still recovering from your intense orgasm. 

However, Zayne is still bouncing you up and down his dick— overstimulation creeping over your body, you let out a soft whimper from the pleasure. 

“Nghh. . Haah, mhhp. . ‘M se- sensitive” you mewl out, that doesn’t stop you from rolling your hips to gain some of that delightful overstimulation. 

“You’ve been trying to get my a- attention all —fuckk. . day, darling” he mumbles, tilting his head to the side to press a warm kiss to your hair. 

“Surely this isn’t enough to satisfy you. .” Zayne teases, that tone alone is enough for you to know he isn’t done with you just yet. 

⭑.SYLUS

There was something soo enticing and entertaining about teasing your poor, oh so sweet, boyfriend restlessly. Ranging from innocently bending over in front of him wearing a pretty short skirt, gracing him the perfect view of your crimson panties. Purposely leaving the bathroom door wide open for Sylus to see you— naked and beautiful body covered in droplets of warm water, steamy air surrounding you inside the shower. 

You’ve even resorted to indulging him in his desires, plush lips firmly pressed against each other in a steamy kiss— your warm lips lightly peppering against his jaw to his neck. . sucking a pretty mark onto his neck before pulling away with an obvious excuse. Oh godd, you truly can be quite a little minx. It was inevitable; Sylus would eventually submit to his own desires and corner you. . like a predator finally capturing its prey.

“Mmhp. . doing soo —fuckk. . well f’me, kitten” Sylus groans out between rough and ragged groans, voice muffled slightly by the mounds of flesh on your chest pressed against his face— occasionally taking in your perky nipples into his hungry mouth to suckle and lap at the bud until you whimper.

Sylus has a brushing grip on your squishy and plump hips, calloused hands helping you to ride his cock— the loud fwopping sound of his skin meeting yours is loud. His fat cock easily pushes deep in your velvety walls, due to the amount of wetness you’ve produced, with a lewd squealchh. The sticky mixture of both your essence and his cum is smeared everywhere; his lap, abdomen, and your thighs and ass.

Gazing up towards you with hooded eyes and clouded with desire, everything about you was intoxicating to him— fat tears clinging to your eyes lashes and eyes glossy, lips parted as he rips strings of moans from your swollen lips, and the way your gooey walls squeezes around his cock. . it makes him feel dizzy from the pleasure. You tremble in his hands intensely, barely letting out coherent sentences besides his name over and over. Sylus is soo big; buried deep in your sopping pussy, stretching your walls out perfectly, twitching and throbbing inside your cunt— it has your body burning in ecstasy and creaming around his thick base with a loud squeal.  

Your thighs are beginning to have this slight uncomfortable burning sensation from spending such a long period of time being fucked dumb on Sylus’s cock, the pleasure has officially rendered you cock drunk.

“Hang mmhp—! I- I. . ca- can’t! t- too tired. . nghh!” You mewl out in a whiney voice, panting and breathing heavy from the heat.

Before you can even attempt to finish up your sentence, he’s bucking his hips to push deeper into your gushing cunt, pressing into your poor g-spot. That deep, unforging thrust he does has your eyes rolling back, and whimpering out your boyfriend’s name loudly. One of Sylus’s arms wraps around your back, pulling you closer to push your boobs closer to his face— he lets out a delighted groan into your perky nipples as he drags his tongue against the bud, drawing out a gasp from you.

“Y- you enjoy teasing —ohfuckk, so tight. . me, sweetheart?” He grunts out against your chest, engulfing both of your nipples into his hungry and insatiable mouth before sucking harshly, eliciting out a broken moan from you.

The only response he gains is an unapologetic and teasing giggle from you, it quickly melts into a loud and surprised moan when his hand on your hip swiftly cracks at your ass. Sylus swiftly spanks at the same cheek twice, summoning a loud moan, more tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. It shouldn’t excite you, but it does, the sticky cream that gushes from your cunt and forms around the base of his dick is enough evidence. 

Perhaps it’s the overstimulation that’s making you act so giddy and incoherent— besides, it’s not like Sylus’s tone carries any hostility, in fact, it seems he’s teasing you back. 

“Haaah—! Ohmyfucking. . godd, s- sy!” You wail out, velvety walls squeezing around his cock like a vice, that knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. 

“Mmhp nngh! I- I don’t know wh- what you're talking about, ho- honey!” You coo out softly, feigning innocence, whining out when his hands roughly massaged the reddened globs of flesh.

Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re just in love.

“D- don’t fucking. . —nngh” Sylus starts, interrupting himself by lewdly slurping at your poor nipples, even gently nibbling at the flesh, electing a squeal from you.

Smack

“— act. . innocent with me, sweetie” he purrs out, miraculously speeding up his brutal pace when he feels our gooey walls quivering and flutter around his cock uncontrollably.

Smack. Smack.

You let out a loud wail, the little bossy word you wished to say dies at the tip of your tongue. At this point, there will be red marks on your poor ass cheek and a pretty bruise on your hips, serving as a sweet and lovely reminder of tonight.

“Oooooh. .  fuck! fuckfuckfuck. .” You gasp out loudly, scratching at his chest weakly, leaving only red marks on his skin— earning yourself a raspy chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Nngh—! C- can’t cum. . not again—!” You wail out, trembling violently in his arms. 

“Yes you can, kitten” Sylus murmurs against your swollen boobs, angling his hips slightly.

You drool, screaming out his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling— cumming around his thick cock for the nth time, sobbing when his hands spanks at your flesh again. You whimper, crying out his name when he stills fucking up into your messy cunt. You go limp in his arms, thighs trembling lightly.

“C’mon, sweetie. . — haah. . you’ve had your fun alll dayy” he draws out his words, pressing a soft kiss to the front of your neck, a complete contrast from how meanly thrusting up into your overstimulated pussy.

“Isn’t it fair I have mine. .?” Sylus teases lightly, fingers massaging at your red ass.

# All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block⭑.ᐟ

⭑.[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Tehe. . betta weren’t expecting mommy to finally post hmm<33 but it did, mwah! Anywhores, I'm so so so rlly sorry for being absent, a lil summery, i did gain a leg injury and have already 2 weeks in the boot + i have to do another 2 weeks on ankle braces. . But I decided my babies deserve a long gift, I made to make sure I put my life in my writing<33 btw, if u say there’s obvious bias in how I wrote the characters, mommy is blocking you 4ever, tehe. I rlly love my new theme, I still have to change the whole blog but it’ll happen soon!

+ no Taglist cause I’m lazy lmfao, it’ll find u if it wants too

[seraphineash]

40 yr old Sylus😮‍💨🤤

og post

[sylusflower]

GotDAMN😳

[nxx-jordiepord]

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAELSSPDELAPLEASPELLAEP

[cat323233]

👀👀👀 he might be old enough to be a dad but sylus gawd

[cocoaxia]

୨ৎ — guilty pleasure !

summary: in which the lads boys (accidentally) eat aphrodisiac sweets.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: suggestive and explicit hehe, xavier is kinda pathetic, zayne is hot and perfect, rafayel is a dramatic masochist, sylus is service dom no. 1, and caleb is strange, no explicit mentions of gender, sylus + caleb are alluded to as stalkers LOL, that's kinda it i think

p.s. happy valentine's day my beautiful beloveds 🫦 i hope you all had a great day and special shoutout single ppl! i'm stealing u #bemine (kidding)(unless)(pls)

a/n: i randomly had the urge to change a few contact photos and the timestamps are a little off ignore that pls or don't that's okay too...this one's also a little underwhelming I'M SORRYYYYY i've been going through it for the past day and a half but i deleted tinder and made a smoothie so naturally i'm okay now...right...that's how it works...hehe...ty for reading (- -)(_ _)(- -)

© cocoaxia

[ladyjade]

ᵎ!ᵎFAME 1S A GUN; 0NLYFANS ED1T10N!!٠࣪⭑

L✩WD P1CTURES!!

٠࣪⭑ WRITTEN DOWN IN C*M Who knew that posting one video of you and your boyfriend having sex would place you #1 on the latest trending porn videos with thousands of views!

٠࣪⭑ RATED EROTIC, WHAT?! Smut, porn with little plot ٠࣪⭑ P✩RN STARS Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus (seperate) 

٠࣪⭑ LEWD TAGS fem! reader, explicit content, no intended spoilers, established relationship, possible grammar errors, not proof read, sex recording, praise kink, pet names, implied breeding kink, implied overstim, doggy style (Caleb), legs over shoulder (Xavier) fingering, oral (fem rec), mating press (Sylus), 500 per Li, I didn’t even edit shit LOL

CALEB

Your phone only manages to catch the erotic noises rather than what’s actually happening. The mixture of loud gasps of Caleb and groans, wet and loud pwopping sound of slick skin meeting each other, and the lewd squealchh and of wet sounds. Slowly and slowly, the camera of your phone slightly adjusts to the dark room— finally managing to record the view of your folds parted, swollen and raw cunt spread and stretched perfectly by Caleb’s thick cock. 

It’s a delicious view. It’s clear at this angle where you have your phone positioned; directly beneath your body and pushed further down to capture how Caleb’s dick thrust and plunges deep into your slick and messy pussy. There’s faint marks on your thighs, some bite marks while others are bruised areas from his hands. 

“Hnng—! C- Caleb. . nngh—“ the phone picks up the soft moan you let out, some of your juices slowly drips onto your phone case, it’s going to be annoying to clean the sticky liquid off.

Caleb’s hips slams into yours, skin flushed, dick buried deep in your gooey walls, throbbing and leaking precum deep in your velvety walls. With each mean and deep thrusts, his heavy balls slap cruelly at your puffy clit, drawing out tons of squeals and moans. In the video, it records how you slide your fingers underneath your body— down the curve of your stomach, reaching closer and closer to your engorged clit. 

Shakily, you draw firm and tight circles onto the twitching and swollen bud; causing your velvety walls to quiver tightly around his thick length. 

“Mmhp—! F- fuck feels sooo good, leb’ . .” You drool out, bucking your hips, weakly meeting him halfway. 

Your fingers rub faster circles onto your sensitive bud, the wet squealchh and sloshing sound of your cunt only getting louder and more lewd. Every sound is captured by your phone. 

“Sh- shit. . baby —haaah, Ohgod” Caleb pants out, his thrusts getting sloppier, driving you closer to your own orgasm.

“Nghh—! D- don’t t- tighten up soo much. .” He drools out, his hands pushing yours away— fingers toying with your clit roughly until you let out a loud wail.

That heat in your stomach is burning up more and more, you can’t even string a coherent sentence together. . only loud and whiney moans as ripped from you.

“Mhhp— I’m go- gonna cummm, pl- please” you mewl out quietly, body trembling violently. 

The next the camera picks up is the erotic view of your poor cunt squirting your juices everywhere; the liquid catching on the rear camera of your phone, onto the bed, the wet spraying sound of loud along with your loud scream.

“Haah—! N- not done with you, pips. .” Caleb’s hands on your hips tightens, dragging you back onto his cock, fucking back into your overstimulated cunt. 

In response, you sob and squirm. 

“D- don’t squirm, from me—“ he says, the wet squelchh of your messy cunt and the plaps intensifies. 

The video cuts off.

A pretty wet mess| 1:15 minutes | 209.5k views | 197.2k likes | 154.9k comments 

-  her moans for me wetter than a fountain

-  droooling.. wishing I was her

-  ME NEXT?!

-  FUCKKK, that was sooo fucking hot

-  k, my legs are open wide

-  my mouth is open

RAFAYEL

The recording starts with the view of your plush stomach and thick thighs parted wide with hands holding tightly onto your leg, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Your phone shakes slightly as it slides further down your body until it has a better view of your leaking and pretty cunt, along with the glimpse of purple hair between them— the camera zooms in, catching the way two slender fingers delve and drag through your sickened folds, occasionally drawing tender circles onto your puffy clit. The digits press firmly on your clit, encouraging you to buck your hips towards the hand. 

“Nghhh— . . R- rafie’ . . Mmhp” You gasp out softly, the phone in your hands trembling lightly when he presses harder onto your throbbing clit. . your hips jolt in response. 

Rafayel hums softly, rolling tight circles onto your bundle of nerves— in response, you let out some of the most sweet moans that’s borderline pornographic. He drags his fingers through your folds, dragging your slick to your clit, making your pussy glisten for the camera.

“F- fuckk. . y- you are soo pretty, cutie” Rafayel murmurs to himself, two fingers pressing into your quivering hole with a wet squelchh. 

The camera catches everything; the way your hips twitches from the delicious stretch of your velvety walls, the way your cunt swallows his fingers, the once subtle squelching and sloshing sound of your cunt only getting louder the deeper he pushes his fingers into your gooey walls. You whine softly, drooling from how he scissors your walls apart, slowly gliding his fingers through your warmth. Rafayel easily  reaches all the delicious spots, circling up to meet your clit. 

His thumb finds itself on your clit, massaging roughly. The camera dips further to where Rafayel’s fingers are plunged deep into your cunt. Your phone records the way your walls quiver and spams on his fingers. 

“Mhhp—! F- fuk. . feels soo good” you breathe out between your moans and mewls, rolling your hips shakily.

It’s captivating, the way his fingers easily glides through your sopping hole with an obscure squelch, giving Rafayel the chance to thrust his fingers deeper into your dripping cunt. And he does. His pace becomes almost inhuman, the palm of his hand smacking against your ass with a wet plap.

“Haaah—! Ohfuck!” You yelp out, arching your back from the bed. 

You let out a deafening squeal when his free hands pressed onto your belly, that knot in your belly tightening up. Everytime his fingers slide back into your cunt and pull out, the camera picks up how his fingers glisten and shine from your juices coating his skin. 

“Ngh—! C- cumming. .” You wail out, hips jumping from the overwhelming stimulation. 

“Yesyesyes. . cum around my fingers, cutie. . wanna see you make a mess” he babbles out, circling his fingers to ensure he brushes your g-spot, the hand on your stomach pushing harder onto the chub.

Your phone shakes violently, your phone only manages to record how your juices seem to spray out of your pussy with a loud slickk. The phone falls onto your stomach, the screen becomes black, and the video ends.

Fingers of an artist | 2:45 minutes | 245.2k views | 187.2k likes | 145.8k comments

-  rafayel..? Why does that name sound so familiar?

 -  the way her hips twitch when she was close to cumming, drooling rn

-  his hands look so fucking good, lemma lick at it

-  new ringtone found!

-  is this the best video I’ve ever seen? Yes. Am I hard? Absolutely.

-  So.. me next?

XAVIER

The moment the video begins, it records your loud and whiney moans. Your legs are placed over Xavier’s shoulders, his hips slamming into yours in a rough and deliciously toe curling pace. The phone is shaky, it’s a miracle that it hasn’t fallen down yet. 

The camera captured the way your breasts jiggle with every thrust, the flesh marks in love bites and nipples pretty and covered in spit.

“Mmhp—! X- xavie’. . can’t take it anymore! ‘M to- tired” you wail out loudly, thighs trembling in his tight grip. 

Xavier moans in response, hands grabbing at your hips rather than your legs, holding you still while he slams deep into your cunt. The camera goes closer to your connected bodies, capturing the erotic and lewd view of your sloppy cunt. Your pussy lips are covered in white cum, each time his slender cock plunges deep into your cunt, a copious amount of cum would create a ring of cum around the base of his cock.

And the wet squelch, it’s nasty and loud in the recording. The way Xavier’s cock would reappear before quickly plunging into your shopping hole, covered in your sticky juices.

“Haah—! F- feels soo good” you gasp out between ragged breaths, pussy spasming around his cock. 

“Nghh. . soo tight. .” He grunts out in a soft voice, hips smashing into yours wet a loud plap.

Each mean thrust has your juices splattering everywhere—your thighs, his abdomen, and your stomach. The camera barely manages to  highlight how your legs are covered in bite marks, one black stocking on your thigh is torn and ripped from someone’s rough and impatient hands.

“Nghh—! G- gonna cum again. . haah, can’t take it, xavie!” You wail out loudly, the phone picking up the soft groans and moan from Xavier. 

“Yes you can, cum f’me, darling. .” He moans out softly, his hands on your hips lifting your lower half from the bed— giving him a better angle to reach deeper. 

You let out a phonographic moan, you would have all the famous porn stars running for their money. You gush around his cock, whimpering when he pulls out abruptly, slapping his juice covered cock against your folds. The camera zooms in, it captures the way Xavier’s tips leak out precum on your folds. 

He drags his cock through your folds, tip kissing at your clit occasionally. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you tremble. Xavier moans out your name softly, his cock bobbing and jolting against your cunt, shooting cum onto your flesh before dragging through your folds, pressing back into your overstimulated hole. 

The last the camera records is the loud wail of his name.

Want your legs on my shoulder | 3:27 minutes | 154.7k views | 149.2k likes | 98.7k comments |

-   the way he moaned out her name.. 

-  I wished I was bed, this is soo hot

-  posted 10 minutes ago, I’m late

-  how do I download this.. asking for a friend

-  I get to watch this for free btw

ZAYNE

You phone begins to record, directed towards your boyfriends between your parted thighs— calloused hands holding your thighs firmly and keeping you open for him. You let out a breathless moan, that's loud in the phone, when Zayne presses his lips against your soft thighs, pressing soft kisses along your skin before stopping at your sopping pussy. 

“Mmhp. .” Zayne moans in your core, flattening his tongue against your pussy, dragging the wet muscle from your oozing hole to your puffy clit— eliciting a whimper from you. 

The camera catches how Zayne’s eyes flutter shut, brows furrowed as he drags his tongue through your slick folds languidly— severely savoring your delicious flavor, even lettering out occasional moans. He drags his tongue to your clit, enveloping the puffy bud into his mouth, sucking harshly while his tongue flicks at the bud.

“Nngh—! Z- zaynie. .” You gasp out, hips weakly bucking towards him. 

The once subtle slurping sound manages to intensify as he lewdly laps at your cunt like it’s the only way to satiate his hunger. Your phone records how one of one of your hands finds its way into Zayne’s hair, holding tightly on the strands as you roll your hips, pushing your cunt further into his face needily. Being so close to the phone means it captures every pornographic, pure and real moan you let out. 

Zayne drags his tongue down to your dripping hole, plunging it into your velvety walls. In response, you let out a wail, the phone in your hands angles weirdly as you focus more on the pleasure rather than recording. You let go of his hair, the camera zooming in to capture how his nose presses against your swollen clit, even parting your folds to show. 

“Mmhp. . ooohfuck— feel soo good” you gasp out, back arching from the bed, Zayne chasing after you. 

The phone in your hands shackles and angles weirdly again before falling down, the screen turning black but the audio still clear as day. The slurping and wet slick sound goes on for longer along with the moans of gasps you let out. The video cuts off.

Delicious nighttime meal | 4:27 minutes | 316.2k views | 289.7k likes | 235.7 comments 

-  wait, he looks kinda familiar.. am I tripping?

-  the slurping sound, he’s going crazy on that pussy..

-  4 minutes of a toe curling video

-  I’m so happy I was birthed, this is exactly why I have this app

- he eats like it’s a 5 star meal..

- ^  I would too, she sounds soo good, fuck

SYLUS

The moment your phone starts to record, it manages to capture everything. Your thighs are pressed to your chest, the camera zoomed into to record your cunt— puffy folds parted, glistening from your juices, pretty clit barely visible at this angle, a thick cock stretching your hole to the max, and a thick ring of cum around the base. The phone trembles lightly when the cock slowly pulls from your cunt, ripping out a lewd squelch from your cunt. 

“Ngh—! S- sy’. . Y- you’re toooo big. .” You whimper out, gasping when he slams his hips into yours, stretching you to the max. 

Sylus keeps up the same rhythm, slowly dragging his hips back from yours, watching how his cock slides from your velvety walls before smashing his hips into yours with a wet plap— heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock presses sooo deep into your quivering pussy. 

“So tight, kitten. You like this, hmm?” Sylus asks softly, finger finding your clit. 

He chuckles softly when you wail loudly when he firmly presses onto your clit, flicking and rolling tv poor puffy bud— drawing our delicious and pornographic moans from your lips. The phone captures the erotic views of your cunt sucking in his dick, gushing sticky juices the thick length. Your thighs tremble lightly, letting out a sob when Sylus fucks into your cunt faster— angling his hips to pound into your poor g-spot.

You're still weakly a crimson red lingerie along with black thighs highs, while your lingerie is just pulled to the side to reveal your sopping pussy, your thigh highs have tons of holes and show the little bite marks beneath the fabric. The phone manages to capture every little sound— the breathless moan you let out, the soft pant, Sylus groaning out your name, the obscure and lewd sound of your dripping pussy. 

“Fuckk. . feels sooo good, so tight. . —nghh, gunna cum” you mewl out, tossing your head back onto the pillow when his fingers roll your clit faster and harder, the slick sound of your pussy getting louder. 

The camera records how your pussy squirts, the liquid spraying onto his abdomen and onto your belly, your hips twitching from the intensive orgasm. 

“Haaah—! Nghh-! Ohgod!” You wail out, the phone telling widely.

“There you go, sweetie. Don’t pass out on me yet. . I haven’t had my fill of you yet, kitten” he says, pace not easing up. The recording ends.

Deep inside | 1:03 minutes | 568.9k views | 492.5k likes | 412.7 comments 

-  I want to be folded like that

-  I’ve ascended to heaven after watching this, thanks!

-  pheww, I just came so hard after watching this

-  listening to this on repeat as we speak btw

-  the way he talks to her, I can’t, passing away

-  eyes rolled back

-  waiting for my turn, patiently, I swear 

-  wait, isnt this the same guy who’s like..nvm actually

ᵎ!ᵎAll work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block٠࣪⭑

[ladyjade]

꒰ 🍹 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟUH 0H, P0LLEN SITUATI0N!! \( ≧ ᗜ ≦ ᛝ)/

I’m 100% full of sweetness, baby .ᐟ.ᐟ

꒰ ♡ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ IT HAS WHAT IN THE CHOCOLATE?! Your poor boyfriend comes back home early from the bakery shop, all hot and bothered after eating a full, special and expensive chocolate bar. Little did he know, that same chocolate bar he ate had a strong dose of aphrodisiac! If only he read the labels! ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

꒰ ♡ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ LABELS smut, porn with little plot  ꒰ ♡ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ APHRODISIAC STRUCK Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus

꒰ ♡ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOCOLATE’S INGREDIENTS fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests |  established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | 1.2k+ words per Li | aphrodisiac sex | needy men | neck marking | mating press | pet names | oral (fem n male rec) | fingering | unprotected sex | p in v | cumming inside | fingering | author note at end

ᛝ CALEB

Spit-covered lips are pressed firmly against yours in a feverish kiss, the flavor of intense sugary chocolate melts onto your tongue— the taste of the sweetness has a small wave of heat coursing through your body. Caleb breathlessly moans your name quietly into your lips, the hands on your hips have a firm grip, in a needy manner.. he’s dragging you closer and closer to his body like his life depends on it. He slowly drags his lips from your parted lips to your chin, kissing softly and occasionally poking his tongue out to taste your delicious fucking skin— letting out a ragged moan at the way your scent and flavor invades his thoughts.

Ever since Caleb got back from the bakery, he’s been  acting even more clingy than usual, he’s practically stuck to your hip! It’s like he can’t breathe, the only way to quell and tame that brewing hunger inside him is you. Warm lips find themselves on the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving small  marks into your flesh— his nose pressed against your scent glands before taking in a deep inhale, you smelled even more divine than normally. 

“Mmmhp— C- Caleb? Fuckk, honey —haah. . wh- what’s gotten into you?” You ask out shakily, voice unstable, it’s hard to say anything when you are moaning quietly every time he wraps his lips around the skin of your neck before sucking harshly.

He doesn’t respond to your call immediately, opting to lap and mark at your neck. . for now. Caleb presses himself harder against your body, unsatisfied with how much space is between you. . which actually isn’t a lot. He rolls his hips, grinding himself against your thighs while letting out a whiney groan— you can feel something pressing against your skin and oh. .

“Oh fuck. .” You whisper out softly, gulping then letting out a shaky exhale. 

What was pressed against the skin of your leg was Caleb’s cock, bobbing and throbbing in need, fighting against the restraints of his pants. You let out a pretty gasp. . seeing him act so unapologetic for your attention makes your cunt quiver around nothing— a subtle heat pooling down to your stomach before reaching further down to between your thighs. 

“Nghh. . ‘M so sorry, I- I just. . I needa’ have you right now” Caleb manages to pull his lips from your neck, lifting you up from the bottom of your thigh. . your legs wrap around his hips instinctively without much thought, letting him carry you to your bedroom. 

He pulls open the room door, shutting it softly with his heel. . leaving you in a dimmed room with your boyfriend who looks like he wants to leave you jelly- boned. You drag your fingers through his scalp, tenderly tugging the strands to summon moans from Caleb. 

“Th- the chocolate. . it had ap- aphrodisiac —haah” he groans out, greedy hands practically tearing off your clothes one by one, tossing them to the side. 

In response to Caleb’s eagerness, you quickly unbuckle his belt and slide down his pants— your mewl muffled by his lips as that sweet flavor of chocolate melts into your mouth again. You pressed you against the bed, grabbing ahold of your thighs in a firm grip and pushing them against your chest in mating press. His lips haven’t parted from yours, tongue still toying and gliding against yours. 

“I- I’ve been thinking of yo- you allll dayy, baby” Caleb murmurs against your swollen lips, 

He just can’t get enough of your intoxicating flavor, although the effect of the aphrodisiac was painfully slow when creeping through his body, the lewd thoughts of you came quickly. Caleb drags his warm lips from yours down to your neck, quickly sucking a red mark into your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple— sucking gently. A wet pop as he lets go of your nipple before engulfing it back into his hungry mouth, dragging his tongue against your sensitive nipple. . moaning softly into the mound. 

You shiver sources through your body, shivering lightly when Caleb’s teeth scratches at your flesh. He presses your boobs together roughly, sucking on both your nipples. The aphrodisiac in his system makes the taste and flavor of you even more delicious. 

“Mmmhp. . ohmygod, t- taste sooo good” he murmurs into your chest, leaving trails of spit along your skin.

“Pl- please, baby, p- please play wi- with yourself” Caleb whines out, moaning happily when he sees your hands trailing down your plush stomach then the wet, slick sounds of your fingers rubbing at your sopping pussy.

You hadn’t realized how truly wet you are, your cunt is covered in your arousal— juices smearing onto your fingers as you roll soft circles onto your puffy clit. Caleb presses sweet yet hungry kisses from your chest to your plush belly, moving further down until his warm breath fans onto your dripping hole. . pulling a gasp from your swollen lips. You take the time to really see him and oh fuck— his eyes are blown on with an overwhelming amount of desire and carnal hunger for you, drool peeking from between his lips, and his cheeks flushed red from the heat. 

Unapologetically, Caleb tugs apart your sticky folds to reveal your flesh glistening from the sheen of arousal coating it— he lets out a quiet fuck under his breath. One of your arms wraps around your squishy thighs and pulls it closer to your chest. Still at a steady pace, you provide little stimulation to your engorged clit— only drawing out breathless gasps and whines. 

“C’mon, ba- baby. . rub yourself faster. . fuck” he encourages, eyes wide when he sees your juices splattering everywhere when you press harder and faster onto your clit— your toes curling from the sweet pleasure.

Caleb leans in closer to your cunt, eagerly and quickly, he drags his tongue through your slicked folds until he reaches the tip of your fingertips before delving through again. He’s lewdly drinking up your sweet juices, mouth hungry for more, practically salivating. He plunges his tongue into your quivering hole, a wet squealchh of your velvety walls stretching around the wet muscle echoes through the room. 

You are sobbing and mewling out in ecstasy, wildly bucking your hips towards his insatiable mouth— glossy eyes rolling back when he fucks his tongue into your gooey walls meanly. Your thighs are trembling now, the slick squelchh and sloshh sounds fill the room along with your moans and Caleb’s muffled, rough groan against your pussy. 

“Nngh—! I- I. . fe- feels sooo fucking good, leb’” you gasp out, rolling your clit harder and faster, warm warms fluttering and spending around his tongue. 

That knot in your stomach is tightening within every passing second, getting tighter and tighter. You let out a loud squeal of his name, body quaking from how intense and overwhelming the pleasure feels right now. Caleb grunts and moans against your clit in a rough voice, eyes shut closed in concentration as he drags his tongue in and out of your sopping cunt.

“Mmhp—! Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod. . ‘M gonna cumm — waah, fuck ‘m gonna cum, baby” you yelp out, letting out a loud moan as your pussy gushes around his tongue, becoming unbearable tight around the wet muscle. 

Your fingers toying with your puffy clit stutter before pulling away from the swollen bud, a thin string of arousal connected between your fingers and your clit. It takes you a few seconds to ride your high, glancing at Caleb who looks like he’s far from down with you.

“Haaah— god you taste soo good. .” Caleb whispers, tongue lapping at his lips to drink up whatever that tastes like you. 

Caleb grabs ahold of your thighs again, pushing them firmly into your chest— grinding his clothed, throbbing cock against your slick pussy. That heat and desire in his eyes have barely changed, you are in for a long night.

ᛝ XAVIER

The tangy yet awfully sweet flavor of a delicious chocolate seems to forever linger on your tongue, it doesn’t matter how much you try to gulp down the taste— it just seems to be permanent in your mouth. When was the last time you ate a chocolate that contained such a bold, obnoxious, intense flavor that it lingers in your mouth? The chocolaty taste must have been from the soft, warm, plush lips that are pressed firmly and desperately against yours, a sweet tongue dragging against yours in a heated and erotic manner— it wasn’t you who ate chocolate, it was Xavier. . that’s how the chocolate flavor got into your mouth. 

It’s been hours since Xavier left for the nearby bakery, offering to buy the both of you chocolate— the bakery was at least a five minute walk, it was suspicious that he was taking so long to pick up only two chocolate bars. Once he finally managed to come back home, holding only one chocolate bar in hand while the other hand held a crinkled up wrapped in an awfully tight grip, he never really gave you a clear explanation for being out for hours— instead, he simmered nearby you so close. . looking at you sad if you created the air he breathes. You noticed that he was displaying symptoms like higher temperature, cheeks dusted in flush, sweat sticking to his forehead, eyes blown out, skin hot to the touch, and awfully needy for your attention. 

You were almost convinced that he managed to get sick, however, when he started to breathlessly whimper into your neck, kissing your skin, whimpering for your attention. . — this definitely wasn’t a normal sickness. He pulls you against him firmly, at those closeness, you can really feel how hot he was. Xavier smears and drags his tongue against yours; slow at first, savoring the feeling of your skin against his in an intimate fashion, before the kiss becomes fast and sloppy, full of desperation. In response, droplets of drool seeps from your lips from the hungry kiss.

“Mmmhp— . . X- Xavie’?” You managed to gasp out between the hungry kisses that he keeps pulling you into.

One of your hands finds itself carding through Xavier’s short hair, nails slightly digging into his scalp— earning yourself a delighted, slightly muffled, moan from your boyfriend. You wanted to question your dear boyfriend about the familiar change in his behavior, it’s awfully similar to how he acts when drunk. . clingy, but before you could string words together he is softly pressing chocolate against your swollen lips. You can tell that he’s merely offering a taste of the dessert, keeping it close to your lips but never forcing you to take a bit. 

You know you really shouldn’t consume the chocolate, it’s laced with aphrodisiac after all. . you’d end up just as needy as your boyfriend. However, instead of declining Xavier’s offer— you lean in closer towards the dark brown bar, taking a small bite out of the candy. That same overly sugary, chocolate flavor melts onto your tongue. . mingling with it is the abrupt feeling of warmth. 

Your skin starts to feel noticeably warmer than before, becoming hotter and hotter within every passing second of the chocolate dessert simmering in your mouth. That chocolate. . the aphrodisiac was much quicker than you expected, a delightful wave of heat pooling between your thighs. Xavier leans closer to take a bite from the bar, holding it out for you to take another taste. It isn’t long until the bar is completely gone, leaving only the wrapper that still has an obvious consumption warning on the back— that once subtle heat in your body is now more violent and apparent.

“Ho- how did y- you not. .” You try to form a sentence through stutters and shaky exhales, thighs trembling lightly. . you feel soo sensitive. 

While you attempt to create a non-hazy thought in your mind, Xavier happily busies himself by kissing wet, sloppy, and hot kisses into the skin of your neck. Lips drags against the tender skin of your neck, tongue occasionally poking out to lap at your sweaty and sticky skin. . he moans in approval at how you taste and the light shiver that courses through your body. 

“— notice t- that the chocolate. . haah ohfuck— had ap- aphrodisiac inside. .” You pant out, moaning when he suckles onto the skin of your neck with the intent to mark your flesh. 

“W- wasn’t paying attention. .” Xavier murmurs out against your neck, warm breath fanning onto your exposed skin.

“Was th- thinking about you. . mi- missed you, darling. .” He answers simply, you are quite surprised that he managed to restrain himself from brushing his face back into your neck and ignoring your question. 

You hadn’t realized until now but you would have already crumbled to the floor if it wasn’t for your boyfriend’s tight grip on your hips, keeping you upright and flushed against his body. Although, Xavier is taking the time to explore your body with needy and greedy hands. . fondling, squishing, palming, toying with your skin— warm hands even sneaking under your top, which was actually his. Through the hazy and clouded space of his mind, you look absolutely. . appetizing in his clothes. 

Your lips were moving as if you were talking to him, except, Xavier couldn’t hear a single word you were saying. All he could think about was how pretty your lips are. .

“Xavier? D- did you hear a single word I just said?” You click your tongue, brows furrowed cutely as you gaze up towards his eyes.

You let out a gasp when his hands hook on the underside of your thighs, pulling you off the ground with an unexpected amount of strength. At that point, Xavier is panting from the excessive heat— he really didn’t hear a single thing you said. 

“. . ‘M sorry —haah. . I- I really need you right—“ Xavier attempts to breathe out, words melting into a soft moan when you press your lips against his, dragging your tongue against his lips.

Xavier finally made it into your bedroom, purposefully walking slowly to feel your lips against his longer, kicking the door closed with the back of his foot. He gently presses you against your bed, fitting comfortably between your plush thighs— unknowingly pressing the obvious bulging his pants against your clothed pussy, draining moans from the both of you. He leans forward, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck and collarbone, fingers slowly undoing any bows or buttons on your clothes. 

“Mmmhp. . c’mon, baby, st- stop teasing, I need you” you whimper out, rolling your hips to feel his cock grind against your pussy. 

With that, he doesn’t waste a mere second— eagerly and heartily pulling off your shirt, shorts, leaving you only in panties. You smile cheekily when you see his Adam apple bob as he gulps, the sight of you has his cock twitching in need. The effect you have of poor Xavier is admirable. 

“Godsss. . I- I need you soo badly, starlight” he murmurs, allowing you to grab his waist, guiding his fingers to drag against your clothed folds. 

Xavier's voice is thick with lust and desire, eyes lazily open, hooded. The cloth is soaked in arousal, the soft and subtle squealchh of your juices smearing onto his finger tips. In response to the stimulation, you arch your hip from off the bed. . snatching off your panties yourself, tossing them to the side. 

You hiss softly, you handy realize how soaked you were— folds sopping and glistening in your own arousal. Two of Xavier’s fingers dart through your fat folds, easily gliding through because you were soaking wet. He eases two fingers into your quivering hole, the digits easily gliding through your velvety walls with no pain. 

The wet squelchh and sloshh of your wet cunt begins to get louder and obscure the fast Xavier thrusts his fingers into your gooey walls, earning himself a ton of broken wails and moans for more. Through your haze of overwhelming pleasure, you reach over to pull down his pants and boxers, slender and pretty cock slapping against his abdomens. You guide him to your spasming entrance, the bulbous tip easily gliding through your tight walls. . so deep, reaching spots that have you whimpering out his name loudly. 

He hooks his hand under your knee, pulling your legs over his shoulder— cock reaching even deeper, summoning a loud and broken squeal of pleasure. Xavier’s skin is flushed with yours until he pulls his body back, cock gliding through your slick and sensitive walls.

“Fu- fuck—! Mmhp. . sooo deep. .” You drool out, wailing when he somehow thrusts deeper into your pussy. 

“Haah. . b- been thinking about yo- you alll day” Xavier groans out, fucking into you with more effort and need.

“Co- couldn’t get you — oh. my. god. . . outta’ m- my head” he finishes, brows furrowed in contraction as his length massages your gooey walls. 

The wet sound of skin meeting each other is quiet, for now. Fwop Fwop Fwop, his skin pressing against yours every time Xavier plunges his whole long length into your warmth walls. The aphrodisiac in your system must have made you even more sensitive, god, you feel you are gonna cum.

Tears springs in your eyes and your back arches off the bed when his fingers find your puffy clit, rolling tight circles on the poor bud. That knot in your stomach explodes, coating the base of Xavier’s cock in creamy white. 

“Nnghh—! Fuck! X- xavier!” You drool out, toes curling, silently watching how his thumb presses and rolls at your engorged clit.

Xavier doesn’t get the chance to warn you, warm ropes of cum shooting into your velvety walls. You moan slightly, shivering when another wave of heat courses through your body. That aphrodisiac is still in your system, that horny feeling is still overpowering. 

“No, no, no. .” Xavier stumbles on his words, hips slamming into yours from his mean thrusts. 

“Ne- need. . more of you, n- not enough” he drools out, fucking himself deeper into your poor pussy. 

God, you are really glad you ate some of the chocolate. . you have a long night ahead of you.

ᛝ RAFAYEL

There is this subtle taste of overly sweet and intense chocolate that lingers on your tongue, it’s faint and hard to realize it’s actually there— how did the chocolaty flavor manage to melt and stick onto your tongue when you haven’t had a taste of the dessert all day? Oooh. . you remember, it must have been your dear boyfriend who shared the sweet flavor to you— pulling you into a feverish kiss full of an overwhelming amount of desire and need, practically devouring the taste of your lips as if it’s the only factor keeping him alive. And it is the only thing keeping Rafayel alive; unapologetically, he’s letting out pretty, satisfied moans and muffled whispers of your name against your lips. 

It must have been hours since your dear boyfriend left his studio to go to the bakery nearby, deciding he deserved a delicious treat after spending an endless amount of hours locked up in his studio to finish his latest painting— the actual reason for Rafayel taking such a long time was because he spent too long resting his head on your lap. With a quick promise to bring you the best sweet dessert there is in the store, he leaves. . well, not without stealing a soft goodbye kiss, of course. Long after the sun settled beneath the horizon, he finally came back home from the bakery— and if you are allowed to add, bitterly. . he showed up empty handed, without the promised dessert for you. 

You noticed, he has been acting odd and awfully clingy than before he went to the store— which is almost unbelievable for you since he’s just naturally glued to your hip. He is completely desperate for your attention, pouting and whining in annoyance when you decide your phone is ever so slightly more interesting than your poor, suffering, sweet boyfriend. It has become awfully obvious that whatever dessert Rafayel decided to eat wasn’t regular. . especially when he’s merely peppering warm kisses to the skin on your cheek, easily distracting you from your phone. 

“Mmhp. . p- please. .” Rafayel sighs out softly to himself, voice rough and full of unhidden desire for you. . his voice is barely bearable due to how reluctant he is to pull away from your lips for even a mere second. 

You press your hands against Rafayel’s chest tenderly, you can feel how fast his heart is pounding. . his skin feels burning hot. You moan softly when he drags his tongue against the puffy skin of your lips, that sweet chocolate flavor is just. . everywhere.

“— godss. . yo- you taste sooo delicious, cutie” he murmurs out, the hands on your hips pulling you ever so slightly closer to his chest.

The delightful feeling of your plush and warm body pressed against his could make him let out a moan, it’s definitely not like Rafayel has been whimpering at your tongue dragged against his. He had pressed lips against the burning skin of your body, kiss after kiss along numerous parts of your body; lips peppering against your chin before dragging down to your sensitive neck, tongue teasingly lapping at your skin until you gasped out— letting out a pleased whimper against your neck, the taste of you was addictive, he’s already hooked. 

“Nghh. . ohgodd, r- rafie’ — wh- what's wrong with you —haaah. .?” You put out between soft and muffled moans due to his lips pressing into yours.

Before he arrived back home, you were simply relaxing on one of his couches, scrolling on your phone before he frantically unlocked the door before hazardously tossing his keys aside. He practically leapt on top of you, using his weight to keep you pinned against the sofa— lips already finding yours in a sloppy and hungry kiss. You let out an angelic and soft whine when his tongue drags against yours for the nth time tonight, hips jolting from the unexpected sensation from Rafayel languidly grinding himself into your needy core— causing something to press against your clothes folds. . ohhhh. 

What’s pressing into your clothed pussy and occasionally twitching and throbbing is none other than Rafayel’s cock— quiet groans being ripped from him every time the rough fabric of his pants grinds harder onto his dick. You let out a loud gasp in response, choking on a moan when his fingers tenderly glided down your body; down your stomach, to your abdomen, until his fingers were gently pressing onto your clit— softly rolling the twitched bud through the fabric of your shorts. Your heated breath mixes together as you both moan against each other’s lips, occasionally indulging into a tender yet sloppy kiss.

He’s easily ripping soft and breathless moans from your swollen lips, fingers still rubbing a steady circle onto your cunt. In return, you push your thighs to where they are pressed against Rafayel’s bulge— in which he grinds into you while letting out a sigh of pleasure. 

“Ooooh. . fuckk—! Ho- honey, nghh, god it feels soo. . f- fucking good” you gasp out through ragged breathes, mindlessly bucking your hips toward his hand.

“— b- but, I’ve ne- never seen you soo needy —mmhp!” You stutter out, eyes rolling back promptly when he applies more pressure onto your poor clit— your gooey walls quivering around nothing.

It’s doesn’t seem like Rafayel focused on giving you a response, brows furrowed in concentration as he applies more and more pleasure to your engorged clit, rolling his hips harder into your thigh. It’s only after a few seconds that you drag yours fingers through his scalp, it felt heavenly, that he decided he’d finally answer. 

“Wh- what? I’ve missed you, cutie. . —mhhp, don’t push me away, please” Rafayel practically whines out, burying his face into your neck. 

Spit- covered lips pepper against the sensitive skin of your neck, softly suckling at your flesh before a wet pop fills the room as he lets go of your skin. Rafayel’s answer doesn’t really satisfy you, leaving you even more confused.

“Godd. . I ne- need you soo bad,  —haah. . need to be inside you, cutie” he says in a ragged voice, that tone in his voice makes a pleasurable wave of heat course through your body— pooling to your pussy. 

Warm lips find their self on your neck again, lapping and sucking at your skin to leave another love bite. He presses his head deeper into your shoulder, nose pressed firmly into your skin, inhaling where your scent glands are before whimpering under his breath about how delicious you smell. 

“Haah—“ you mewl out, silently pressing your hand onto his temple, checking his temperature. 

Rafayel is sweating, skin burning hot, from the corner of your eye you can see his cheeks are blushed pink from the heat. He does get clingy when he’s sick. . but this a whole new level of neediness. Wait. . he said he would pick up desserts earlier. 

Chocolate, that chocolate he ate must have been laced with aphrodisiac, if only he read the labels. While you are stuck in your mind, sneaky hands drift under your shorts, further down  your panties, not before toying with the soft fabric. You let out a loud yelp of Rafayel’s name when you feel those warm fingers glide through your slick folds, delving to your drooling hole— dragging your arousal to your clit before rolling a mean circle to the bud. 

The wet squealchh of your pussy when Rafayel barley dips his fingers into your drooling hole was loud and obscure, the sound soo lewd it has you whimper out in embarrassment. Not that he minded, no no, he’s gliding his fingers through your pussy lips, obsessed with how your expression changed into a blissful emotion and the soft moans you let out. 

“F- fuckk. . gods. . I- I wanna make you feel am- amazing, my sweet pearl. .” Rafayel murmurs out to mostly himself—reluctantly taking his finger from between your thighs. 

Only for your dear boyfriend to pull off every layer of clothes in his way, leaving you in your glory of nakedness. 

“Nghh-! Ho- honey! I- I. .” You gasp out, head tossing back from the feeling of his fingers dipping into your quivering hole easily due to the amount of slick you’ve produced. 

Rafayel is on you once again, lips suckling at your neck while his fingers slides deeper and deeper into your pussy with a loud squealchh and sloshh of your velvety walls. Your toes curl up, ass arching from the sofa. Oooh, holy fuck. . his fingers reach so deep into your sopping cunt— slender yet long, easily prodding at your sweet spots until tear sprout in your eyes in ecstasy. 

The effect of the aphrodisiac laced dessert has his body slowly becoming warmer with every passing second, it was all subtle and slow that he didn’t even recognize it until thoughts of lewd and provocative pleasuring you had plagued his mind. Rafayel kisses at your neck, fingers dragging and massaging your gory walls, fingers dipping and reappearing from your warmth. 

“R- rafie’! —haaah. . I th- think you ate aphrodisiac chocolate. . —!” You manage to whimper out through your gasp and whines of pleasure, eyes rolling back promptly. 

You’re stuttering over your words due to his fingers slamming deeper into your cunt, the palm of his hands spanking into your poor clit. God, that knot in your belly is alreadly tightening. Rafayel has always been good at using his fingers, and he loves abusing that power of his. 

Rafayel curls his fingers, dragging his spit-soaked lips from your neck to your chin then to your swollen lips. He pants against your parted lips, dragging his tongue against the glistening skin of his lips. 

“N- nghh— is that why I’ve be- been. .  thinking of you all dayy?” He asks softly, eyes burning with lust. 

At this point, you can barely respond to his somewhat of a question, weakly trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. 

“Nnghh ohgod—! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I think I’m Gonna cum. . Oooh, rafie’ I’m gonna cum!” You babble out, yelping out when his free hands rubs at your clit. 

You can’t help it, you can’t help the way your velvety walls spasm and flutter around his two fingers— hot wet dashing in your eyes as you squirt from Rafayel fingers, the digits still pumping into your cunt with a loud squealch. 

“Yesyesyesyes, cutie! Cum f’me, god you look so fucking cute. Iloveyouiloveyou. .” Rafayel murmur out, delving his fingers through your sloppy slit again, pushing his digits back into your pussy, eager to please. 

You should be worry about him, since he is under a drug, but when he’s curling his fingers perfectly, the thought die as quickly as it appeared.

ᛝ ZAYNE

The sweet, sugary flavor of chocolate is obnoxiously bold on your tongue— the flavor is strong, intensely honeyed, expensive, and a hint of . . addictive warmth to it. As much as you attempt to swallow down the taste of chocolate, it still lingers on your tastebuds. Perhaps the flavor won’t vanish from your mouth because the sweet taste has already completely melted on Zayne’s tongue; syrupy, wet muscle dragging. . gliding. . and slowly smearing against yours in a dizzying manner, capturing you in a passionate yet sloppy kiss full of chemistry and overwhelming amount of desire. 

It really hasn’t felt like hours has passed since Zayne left to the bakery. . but it has. Not too long ago, he left to the nearby bakery shop, one that you would often have numerous dates at, to pick up a sweet dessert for both you and him— but it’s becoming awfully worrying, he’s been gone for far too long. After countless missed text and calls from you, he finally managed to come back home, looking like he got insanely sick.  

He’s been displaying unusual behaviors, you really could almost believe he really did came down with something; skin hot to the touch, brows furrowed as beads of sweat trickles down his forehead, lips parted to exhale warm breath, eyes blown out. Really, you almost believed that Zayne has a serve fever, but with how he’s nuzzling his nose into your neck. . lips tenderly pressing against warm flesh, this isn’t a regular sickness occurring. 

“Haaah. . nngh, Z- zaynie’?” You gasp out lightly, a sweet shiver coursing through your body when his tongue drags along the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Fuckk. . wh- what’s gotten into y- you, honey. . ?” You breathe out between a soft moan, moaning in delight when he suckles on the skin of your neck. . leaving a pretty mark behind. 

He’s quick to retract from the space between your shoulder; he pulls a muffled gasp when he tugs you into a hungry and desperate kiss— lovingly pressing kiss after kiss to your lips until they swell up. Noticeably, Zayne’s lips are warm agaisnt yours, it’s becoming addictive to have his body pressed so closely to yours. He drags his tongue along the skin of your lips, eagerly deepening the kiss— the chocolate flavor melting onto your tongue each time he drags his wet muscle against yours. 

Being this flushed with Zayne, you can feel something pressing against your lower stomach. . oh. . his cock bobs in the restraints of his pants. 

“Oohgod. .” Zayne pants against your lips, kissing your cheek softly. 

“— I- I should have re- read the labels. .” He murmurs to mostly himself, hands sliding down to squeeze your hips tightly.

“Didn’t re- realize they added aph- aphrodisiac —nghh. . into the c- chocolate” Zayne breathes out, leaning down to slurp at your neck, hungrily and greedily.

He’s easily drawing moan after moan from your swollen lips, suckling, lapping, and kissing at the skin of your neck until pretty bruises bloom onto your skin. Zayne intensely inhales near your scent glands, drunk on your taste and smell. It seems that whatever thin restraint he was holding onto had completely snapped— hands gently carrying  and pressing you close to his chest, silently carrying you to your shared bedroom. 

Zayne softly kicks the door shut with his leg, laying you down aging the soft bed. . head facing the thick bulge in his pants. At this angle, you can we his cock pressed again his sculpted thigh, twitching and throbbing in need. You are so focused on unbuckling his pants upside down, you hadn’t realize your dear boyfriend was slowly parting your thighs— warm palm sprawled against your inner thigh. 

“Haah. . l- let me. .” You murmur quietly, unzipping the zipper on his pants, whimpering softly when his thick and fat cock slaps agaisnt your cheek, splattering precum against your skin.  

You grab at his legs softly, lips pressing a soft kiss to his bulbous tip, dragging your tongue to clear up the beads of arousal dripping everywhere. You wrap your lips around Zayne’s thick head, dragging your tongue in painfully slow circles on the underside of his cock. . sucking gently. He groans softly when you take more of his thick length into your hungry mouth, practicing tearing off your shorts and panties. . dragging a finger through your syrupy slit.  

You let out a soft whimper, one of your hands letting go of Zayne’s thigh to wrap around his fat base— stroking his glistening thick, up and down. 

“Haah— . . yo- your lips feel —nghh. . amazing, darling” he groans out between huffs and grunts of pleasure, lightly bucking his hips towards you mouth, causing you to gag as his cock dips deeper into your mouth. 

“Mmhp. .” You moan around his length, moaning louder when he drags his tongue through your slick folds.  

His tongue delves between your folds, dragging the wet muscles from your clit to your drooling hole— your arousal is thick on his mouth and tongue. You taste. . addictive, Zayne can’t get enough. And the way you attempt to take more of his cock into your mouth, quietly gagging and moaning around the length, it has him twitching in pleasure. 

Zayne’s lips engulf your clit, suckling harshly on the swollen bud— the wet slurping sound filling the air. His tongue, fuckk, drags along the hoods of your clit, paired with the stimulation of sucking. . you are in heaven. 

“Mmmhp—!” You moan around his cock, sending vibrations through his body— your hands around his base glides up and down, pumping his shaft faster. 

His tongue flattens against your puffy clit, flicking up and down while he slowly rocks his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your aching mouth, pressing meanly against your throat. It’s overwhelming, the taste of Zayne’s precum. . salty yet tolerable. You can feel that knot in your lower belly, tangling harder and harder— the pleasure is delicious, his tongue just gliding and dragging through your sticky cunt. 

“De- delicious. . Y- you taste sweet, my love” Zayne breathes out against your soppy folds, groaning against your clit when you hallow your mouth— cock bobbing and spewing tons of precum agaisnt your tongue. 

You buck your hips, forcing yourself to take as much of Zayne’s length into your throat until you let out a gag, eyes glassy with tears. 

“Nngh-! F- fuckk. .” He moans out your name, two finger pressing into your drooling hole. . stretching you out perfectly.

He’s bobbing and twitching violently now, balls twitching against your forehead, he’s so close. With a loud groan of your name, Zayne’s cock shoots ropes of cum down your throat, some trickling down the corner of your lips. You struggle to swallow the salty liquid, gagging and moaning around him. 

With a loud, wet pop, Zayne’s cock glides from your mouth, numerous thin strings of arousal and spit connects between your lips and his cock. He presses his cock to your flushed cheek, fingers dragging against your gooey walls— eliciting a mewl from you.

“Mmhp. . Don’t squirm from m- me, my love. .” Zayne murmurs out when you squirm lightly, wrapping his lips around your clit again.

“Wa- wanna make you cum, darling” he whispers against your glistening clit, suckling hard.

You weakly buck your hips, eyes glistening in fat tears. You feel his cock bob against your cheek, swelling with blood. Fuckkk, you are in for a long night.

ᛝ SYLUS

That flavor is bold and obvious, meted completely onto your tongue. . sweet chocolate, yet you don’t recall having a taste of sugar today, the chocolate flavor wasn’t for me. It must be from the plush, spit glistening lips that are pressed firmly against yours. . that familiar sweet taste coating your mouth as a tongue glides against yours erotically. The sweetness of Sylus’s tongue, addictive and delicious, causes an abrupt wave of heat to course through your body. . pleasant and welcomed— causing you to moan against his lips. 

Not too long ago, your dear boyfriend left to pick up delightfully sweet chocolate from the nearby bakery store for you to have, except. . he was away for an hour, not answering any of your texts or calls. You were about to leave the house to find Sylus, that was until he finally came back home— acting. . completely different, leaving the chocolate bar on the counter to be forgotten while his attention was quickly turned to you. 

“Nnghh. . Y- you missed me that mu- much, honey?” You tease through battered breaths, whimpering softly when his tongue drags against the sensitive skin of your neck. 

His lips are pressed firmly against yours, tongue darting to lap at your soft lip. Sylus is more hungry and selfish now, kissing you until your lips swell up. He hums softly, tongue smearing against your flesh in a dizzying manner— suckling marks into your skin until you shiver.

Lips drag against your neck, warm breath fanning on your skin. You aren’t given much of a response, besides the occasional groans from him— as if the taste of your flesh is enticing, sweet, subtle and so. . you. You tremble lightly when Sylus’s lips ghost over the specific point on your neck, shakily inhaling when he rolls his tongue against the skin.

“Mmhp. . you taste de- delicious, sweetie. .” Sylus murmurs against your neck, pressing you harder onto the bed. 

Sylus positions himself between your thighs, lightly rolling his hips to grind himself against your warmth. In response, you wrap your thighs around his waist, tugging him closer as he laps and hungrily sucks hickies into your neck until it’s decorated in his mark. He presses kiss from your neck to your chin, one hand strongly, easily prying open your thighs from his waist. 

Kiss after kiss, each one leading further down your body— causing you to shiver in anticipation. A kiss to your stomach, fingers hooking around the waistband of your garments— yanking it off within seconds, keeping your thighs wide as your panties stick to your glistening pussy. Normally, Sylus would take the time to tease you lightly for already being needy for him. . but he’s quiet now. . eyes burning in hunger.

Sylus presses your thighs over his broad shoulder, fingers splayed on your inner thighs to keep you exposed for him. You let out a quiet moan when he slowly drags his tongue against your clothed pussy, humming in delight at the taste of your juices soaking your panties. 

“Ngh. . Syyy. .” You gasp out, hips buckling weakly toward his mouth. 

He’s gentle at first, soft kisses to your clit, slowly dragging his tongue against your slick folds through the soaked fabric, peppering a soft kiss to your thigh. It’s until the taste of you, sweet and tangy, has him dragging your panties to the side. Sylus doesn’t waste a second, hastily delving his tongue though your parted folds, tongue smearing against your puffy clit— drawing out a loud whimper from you. 

Without thinking, your hips roll into his mouth, body searching and leaning into the pleasure Sylus gives.

“Oh fuck— . . sylus!” You gasp out, hands finding the silver strands, pulling softly to guide him closer to your pussy. 

You can help the way your body bucks and rolls, back arching from the bed. 

“Haah— y- you taste so, kitten. .” He murmurs against your engorged clit, voice muffled by the bud. 

Glancing between your thighs, you can see the slight sheen on his chin and around his mouth, your sticky arousal coating his skin— he didn’t seem to mind. That chocolate, Sylus is completely aware what it did to him. Aphrodisiac, he felt the heat creeping through his body earlier ago, it was subtle enough to drown out. . but now— the hunger for you has completely clouded his mind. 

Mindlessly, Sylus laps at your sopping pussy, drinking up your juices like it’s the only thing that can ground him. 

“— mmhp. . so tasty” Sylus finishes, the obscure squelching sound of his lips engulfing your clit before suckling on it as if it was candy. 

Your thighs twitch from the stimulation, that wave of heat in your stomach bubbles and become more and more noticeably intense with each passing second. A gentle tug to his hair, pulling him closer to your cunt, that delicious nose pressed against your swollen clit— he moans into your cunt, genuine and sincere, not a hint of shame could be found in his expression. Sylus tongue licks a wide, fast, hungry stripe up your cunt, drawing circles onto your twitching clit. 

Sylus is starved, lips latched onto your sticky clit, sucking hard while he tongue smears against the hood of your clit, shaking his head side to side— the embarrassingly loud slurping sound filling the room. Your jaw drops, only a breathless moan can stumble from your lips. 

“Oh god! S- sy’. . ‘M soo close” you gasp out, strings of moans being yanked from you. 

“Y- yea, cum for me, kitten. God I wanna taste your delicious juices” he sighs out onto your clit, tongue firmly dragging through your folds, plunging his tongue into your quivering hole. 

He fucks his tongue into your hole, grip tightening on your thighs when you jump and tremble. 

“Sylus!” You squeal out, planting your legs onto the bed, your lower body arching. 

“Don’t squirm, kitten. Just let me. .” Sylus can’t even finish his sentence, gliding his tongue through your ruined pussy. 

That raspy tone in his face, completely drunk over the taste of you, just you. 

“Cum for more, sweetie. Let me ta- taste your essence” he murmurs, engulfing your clit, sucking hard as he hollows his mouth to create the perfect suction that has you tossing your head back. 

The heat in your lower belly explodes, causing you to let out a loud moan of his name, gushing around nothing. Sylus is quick to smear his tongue against your pussy, drinking up your sweetness until you jolt from the overwhelming stimulation. You lightly squirm when he doesn’t pull away from your stimulated cunt, lapping hungrily as he drags you closer to overstimulation. 

“Stay still, I haven’t had my fill of you yet, sweetie. . ”he whispers out, only gaining a weak sob as he slurps through your sopping folds.

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Reckless Words

when they say something to hurt you

<based on this request!>

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of feeling like a burden, feeling weak, not being enough, overprotectiveness, arguments

[XAVIER, ZAYNE, RAFAYEL, SYLUS, CALEB]

XAVIER

The fight wasn't even supposed to happen.

You'd come back from a solo patrol, all scratched up but alive. Wanderers had appeared faster than the mission intel had let in on, and you'd pushed through alone because backup was twenty minutes out and you weren't about to let civilians get caught in the crossfire. Standard hunter protocol.

Xavier was waiting at your apartment door when you limped in. Still in his uniform, hair a mess like he'd run straight from the association the second he heard the report. His eyes, usually soft with a trace of amusement, were sharp.

"You're hurt again," he says, voice steady. His gaze drags over the blood on your sleeve, the bruise blooming across your cheek.

"I'm fine." You try to brush past him. "Just need a shower and some sleep."

He catches your wrist. Gentle but firm enough you can't pull away. "You could've waited."

"I didn't have time to wait. People were going to die, Xavier."

His jaw tightens. "And you almost did."

You yank your arm free. "But I didn't. That's the job. That's my job."

Something flickers in his expression, something raw, something he’s been carrying for a long time. He steps closer, voice dropping low. "You need to stop being so reckless. Charging in like that... it's stupid. You're going to get yourself killed one day, and I-" He cuts off, exhales hard through his nose. "I can't keep watching you throw yourself away."

The words land like a slap.

He knows. He knows how much weight those words carry to you. How many nights you've spent curled against him whispering about the fear that you're not good enough, not smart enough, not strong enough, not careful enough. That every time you come home bleeding it's proof you're still failing the people who count on you. That deep down you worry you're just a liability dressed up as a hero.

And he just called it stupid.

Your throat closes. Eyes burn. You stare at him, waiting for him to take it back, the soft apology he always gives when he realizes he's gone too far.

It doesn't come.

Instead he just stands there, breathing uneven, looking like he wants to reach for you again but doesn't trust his own hands.

You turn away. "Get out."

He doesn't move at first.

"Get. Out."

The door shuts behind him quieter than it should. Like even the hinges are trying not to make it worse.

You don't cry until you're in the shower. Hot water mixes with salt and you press your forehead to the tile, replaying it on loop.

Stupid.

He didn't mean it. You know he didn't. Xavier never means the sharp things that slip out when he's scared. But knowing doesn't stop it from carving deeper.

You avoid him for three days.

Missions. Paperwork. Extra patrols. Anything that keeps you out of the apartment, out of association’s common areas, out of range of those blue eyes that always find you too easily.

He texts once.

I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

You read it. Delete it. Turn your phone face down.

On day four he shows up at your door again. Leaning against the frame like he's been waiting hours. Eyes shadowed. Uniform rumpled. He looks like he hasn't slept.

You freeze in the hallway, grocery bag in hand.

He straightens slowly. "I know you don't want to see me."

You don't answer. Just stare at the floor between you.

He takes one step closer, stops when you flinch. "I was wrong," he says quietly. "What I said... it was cruel. I was angry and terrified and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have."

Still nothing from you.

His voice cracks the smallest amount. "You aren't stupid. You're the bravest person I know. You run into danger so other people don't have to, and I-“ He swallows. "I hate it. I hate that I can't protect you from everything. I hate that every time you leave I wonder if this is the time you don't come back. But that's my fear, it’s not your fault. And I never should have made you feel like your courage is anything less than... everything that it is."

He sounds wrecked. Like saying it hurts more than the silence ever could.

You finally look up. His eyes are red rimmed. Hair falling into his face. He looks smaller than you've ever seen him.

"I didn't mean it," he whispers. "Not even a little. I was lashing out because I can't lose you. Not again." He stops. Shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You don't move.

He doesn't push. Hands loose at his sides, itching to touch you but he waits.

Minutes pass. Rain starts tapping the hallway window.

Finally you speak. Voice small. "It hurt."

"I know."

"More than you know."

His shoulders drop.

You step forward. Just one step. Close enough to smell the faint scent of cedar and fresh air that always clings to him.

He doesn't reach for you. Lets you decide.

You do.

Your forehead bumps his chest. His arms come around you instantly, careful, trembling. Like he's scared you'll vanish if he holds too tight.

"I'm sorry," he breathes into your hair. Over and over. "I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry."

You don't say it's okay yet. Not quite.

But you don't pull away either.

He stays like that for a long time. Rain outside. Heartbeats loud in the quiet. Him murmuring apologies against your temple until the words blur into soft nonsense.

When you finally let him inside, he doesn't try to kiss you. Doesn't push for more.

He just sits on your couch, pulls you into his lap, and holds you like you're the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

And maybe you are.

He spends the rest of the night proving, with quiet words, gentle touches, and the way he refuses to let go even when you pretend to sleep, that he will never let those words live between you again.

ZAYNE

It starts over something small. Or at least, it feels small until it isn't.

You've been pushing yourself lately, extra missions, ignoring the twinges in your chest, the way your evol resonance is getting weaker. Zayne's noticed. Of course he has. He's your doctor. Your primary physician. The one who knows every scar on your heart, literal and otherwise.

He's been gentle about it at first. Texts reminding you to rest. Quiet suggestions during check ups. But tonight, after you collapse into his apartment post mission, dizzy, short of breath, lying about how bad it was, he cracks.

"You're not invincible," he says, voice clipped as he checks your pulse. His fingers are cool against your wrist. "You keep ignoring the signs, and one day your heart won't forgive you."

You roll your eyes from the couch. "It's fine, Zayne. I handled it."

"You didn't." He sets his glasses down harder than necessary. "Your vitals are erratic. Again. Because you refuse to listen."

Irritation flares. You're tired. Sore. The last thing you need is another lecture. "I'm a hunter. This is what I do. You can't wrap me in bubble wrap forever."

His eyes narrow, that rare flash of real anger. "And I can't keep fixing you forever either. Do you even think about what this does to the people around you? To me?"

You sit up too fast. The room spins a little. "What, like I'm some burden you have to carry? I didn't ask for this heart. Or for you to play savior every time."

He freezes. Then, in a voice so low it's almost a whisper: "Maybe if you weren't so hell bent on destroying yourself, you wouldn't be a burden at all. You're not just risking your life, you're making everyone else's harder. Including mine. Sometimes I wonder if you even care about the guilt you leave behind."

The words hang in the air. Sharp and unforgiving.

You've confessed it to him in the dark, tears soaking his shirt,

“I feel like I'm always making you suffer because of me. Like I'm not enough to stand on my own.”

And he just... threw it back in your face.

Your chest tightens, not from your condition, but from the way everything inside you crumples.

Zayne's expression shifts the second it leaves his mouth. Regret floods his eyes. He reaches for you. "I didn't-"

"Don't." You stand, grabbing your coat. Voice steady even as it breaks inside. "Don't touch me."

He doesn't follow when you leave. Just stands there in the doorway, watching you go with that unreadable face he wears like armor.

You don't go home. You crash at a hotel. Turn off your phone. Cry until there's nothing left.

The next morning, you march into Akso Hospital. Request a transfer of primary physician. The admin looks confused

"Dr. Li is one of our best, are you sure?" but you nod. Firm on your decision.

Dr. Greyson gets your file.

You avoid the cardiology wing for a week. Take the long way to appointments. Duck into stairwells if you spot that familiar figure.

But hospitals are small. You cross paths eventually.

The first time is in the hallway near radiology. He rounds the corner, charts in hand. Freezes when he sees you.

You look through him. Keep walking. His footsteps falter behind you, but he doesn't call out.

Second time’s in the cafeteria. You're grabbing coffee. He's at a table, alone, staring at his untouched lunch. Your eyes meet across the room.

He stands. Mouths your name.

You turn away. Leave the line. Dump the cup in the trash on your way out.

Then, the elevator. Just the two of you. He steps in after you, presses his floor. The air thickens.

"I-" he starts.

The doors open. You bolt without a glance.

He doesn't try again that day.

He’s unraveling in his office.

Zayne doesn't break easy. He's built his life on control; schedules, scalpels, steady hands. But alone, door locked, he crumbles.

Paces the small space. Sits at his desk. Stands again. Checks his phone for the hundredth time, no messages. Your contact photo stares back: you laughing in his arms, snow in your hair from that trip to Chansia.

He slams the phone down. So hard the screen cracks.

Regret coils in his gut. He replays the argument on loop, your face when he said it, the way you recoiled like he'd struck you. Worse than any physical blow.

He skips meals. Works doubles to fill the void. Snaps at nurses over nothing. Greyson mentions your transfer in passing and Zayne just nods. Excuses himself. Locks the office door and presses his palms to his eyes until the burning stops.

Nights are worse. His apartment echoes without you. He lies awake, staring at the ceiling, imagining every scenario where he loses you for good. Your heart failing because he wasn't there. You moving on with someone who doesn't carry this baggage. Or worse, you hating him enough to never look back.

He drowns in his self pity. Whispers apologies to empty rooms.

Two weeks in, he can't take it.

He gives you space, or tries. But seeing you in the hospital chips away at him.

Finally, he corners Greyson. "How is she?"

Greyson hesitates. "Doctor-patient confidentiality, Zayne."

"Just... tell me she's okay."

A sigh. "Physically? She’s fine. Emotionally? She asked not to discuss you."

Zayne nods. Walks away. Punches the wall in the stairwell hard enough to bruise his knuckles.

That night, he breaks. Shows up at your apartment, looking a mess.

You open the door. See him. Start to close it.

His hand catches the frame. Gentle. Pleading. "Please. Five minutes."

You let him in. Not because you want to. Because he looks like a ghost, pale, hollow eyed, like he hasn't slept since that night.

He doesn't sit. Stands in your entryway. "I was wrong," he says immediately. Voice raw. "What I said... it was unforgivable. I was angry. At myself, mostly. For not being able to protect you. For watching you suffer and feeling helpless. But I took it out on you. On the one thing I know hurts you most."

You cross your arms. Stare at the floor. "You knew. You knew how much I hate feeling like a burden. Like I'm just... broken."

He flinches. "I know. And I used it like a weapon. Because in that moment, I wanted you to hurt like I was hurting. It was selfish and cruel. I regret it every second since."

Silence stretches between you. The snowfall outside clings to the windows.

"Why should I believe you?" Your voice is small, unsteady.

He steps closer. Like he’s approaching something fragile. "Because without you, I'm the one who's broken. These weeks... they've been hell. Seeing you in the halls, knowing I've lost the right to even ask how you are. Knowing I drove you to someone else for care because I couldn't be trusted with your heart anymore."

His voice breaks on that last word. Heart. Yours, his.

"I don't deserve forgiveness," he continues. "Not yet. But I'll earn it. However long it takes. I’ll give you as much space as you need. But please... don't shut me out forever."

You look up then. See the tears he doesn't bother hiding. The way his hands tremble at his sides.

It's not okay.

But you nod. Once. "Start by leaving. I need time."

He does. No argument. Just a quiet "I love you" on his way out.

The next day, flowers arrive at your door. Jasmines. Note in his handwriting: I'm sorry. Take all the time you need.

Then chocolates. The ones from that shop you mentioned once.

Then a book, the one you'd been eyeing.

Small things. Consistent.

You ignore him at the hospital still. But the edge softens. A nod in the hall one day. A brief "Good morning" the next.

He clings to them like lifelines.

A month later, you request the transfer back. Greyson's good, but he's not Zayne. No one knows your history like he does.

The first appointment is professional. But when it's over, he lingers. "Thank you," he says softly. "For trusting me again."

You meet his eyes. "Don't make me regret it."

"I won't."

Outside the exam room, he exhales. Leans against the wall. Smiles for the first time in weeks.

It's slow after that. Dinners. Walks. Him opening up about his own fears, the nightmares where he loses you, the weight of his oath clashing with his love.

One night, curled on his couch, you whisper: "I forgive you."

He pulls you close. Buries his face in your hair. "Thank you," he breathes. Over and over.

He never lets those words, or any like them, cross his mind again. Not even in anger.

RAFAYEL

You’re both still damp when you stumble back to his studio.

You’d followed him on one of his saviour plots again, not because he asked, but because you couldn’t let him go alone. Not after the way his eyes had darkened when he talked about the latest lead on the people who’d hunted his kind. You’d fought beside him, bled beside him, watched him lose himself in spirits of his past while facing humans who keep his people as decor.

You thought it meant something. That standing in the cold current together, watching him free someone from captivity, meant you were finally crossing the invisible line he always drew between you.

Apparently not.

He’s quiet the whole walk back. The kind of quiet that makes the air feel thick.

You try to break it when you step inside, peel off your soaked jacket, kick off boots, reach for the towel he tosses you without looking.

“Rafayel? You okay?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just stands by the tall windows, staring out at the black ocean like it owes him something. Water drips from his hair onto the floorboards in slow plinks.

Then, finally: “You shouldn’t have come.”

You freeze mid reach for the towel. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice is soft. The dangerous kind of soft he gets right before he says something that cuts. “You never should have followed me down there tonight.”

Anger flares fast. “I wasn’t going to let you go alone. You could’ve died.”

He laughs, short, bitter, nothing like his usual teasing lilt. “Died? Please. I’ve been dealing with this for longer than you’ve been breathing.”

You step closer. “That’s not the point-”

“The point,” he cuts in, finally turning to face you, “is that you keep throwing yourself into my wars like it makes you part of them. Like it makes you understand.”

Your stomach drops. “I’m trying to understand. I’ve been trying since-”

“Since when?” He tilts his head, eyes glittering under the low studio lights. Condescending. Almost pitying. “Since you conveniently forgot the first time we met?”

The room tilts.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You think charging into something you don’t understand fixes that?” he continues, voice silky and cruel. “You think bleeding a little makes up for years I carried alone? You’ll never truly understand, will you? Not really. You’re human. You get to forget. I don’t.”

The exact fears you’ve had ever since you’ve gotten closer, that no matter how much you love him, there will always be a chasm. That you’re inadequate because you can’t carry the same weight he does.

And he just… confirmed it. In the most condescending tone he’s ever used with you.

Your throat closes. Eyes burn. You stare at him, waiting for the flinch. The immediate regret. The way he usually backpedals when he sees your face crumple.

It doesn’t come.

Instead he just watches you with that same detached, almost academic curiosity. Like he’s studying how deep the wound goes.

You don’t scream. Don’t cry.

You just turn. Grab your wet jacket. Head for the door.

“Running away already?” he calls after you. Still soft and sharp, all the same.

You don’t answer.

The door closes behind you with a click that sounds final.

You don’t go back to Mo Art studio for days.

You stay at your apartment. Take extra commissions that keep you busy. Avoid every beach, every gallery showing his work, every place that reminds you of him.

He doesn’t text at first. Then one message days later:

Come back.

You delete it.

Days pass and a painting is delivered to your door. A small canvas. Just your silhouette against a stormy sea, the same view from the island where you first kissed after he saved you from drowning. There’s no note, just the painting.

You hang it facing the wall.

Then, he shows up outside your building. Doesn’t come inside. Just stands under the streetlamp in the rain, hair plastered to his forehead, coat dripping, looking like something the tide dragged in.

You watch from the window for ten minutes. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t wave. Just waits.

You close the curtains.

Inside, he’s losing his mind.

Rafayel has always been trying to get your attention, theatrical sighs, exaggerated pouts, the whole artist temperament. But this is different.

He paints obsessively. Canvases everywhere. All of them you, angry, sad, laughing, sleeping. Some half finished, some torn. He can’t get the eyes right. Keeps scrubbing them out until the canvas rips.

He talks to the empty studio. “Stupid. So stupid. Why did I say that?”

He knows why. Fear. The same fear that’s lived in him since the day you walked back into his life as an adult. The terror that you’ll leave again, not because you want to, but because you’ll realize you were never meant to stay. That the gap is too wide.

He drinks too much wine. Smashes a bottle against the wall when the silence gets too loud. Cuts his hand. Doesn’t bother bandaging it. Just lets it drip onto the floor like paint.

Nights are the worst. He curls on the couch where you usually fall asleep against him, hugging the pillow that still smells faintly of your shampoo. Whispers apologies into it like it can carry them to you.

He doesn’t sleep.

On day ten, he can’t take it anymore.

He doesn’t knock this time. He uses the spare key you gave him months ago.

You’re on the couch when the door opens. You don’t move, silently staring at him.

He looks wrecked. Eyes bloodshot. Shirt untucked. Bandage on his hand soaked through.

He doesn’t step farther than the entryway. Like he’s afraid crossing the threshold will make you run again.

“I was wrong,” he says. Voice hoarse. “Everything I said… I didn’t mean any of it. I was terrified. You almost died down there. And I thought- if I pushed you away first, it wouldn’t hurt as much when you finally realized you can’t fix me. That you can’t carry what I carry.”

He swallows. “But you’ve never tried to fix me. You just… stay. Even when I make it impossible. Even when I throw every insecurity I know you have back in your face like it’s nothing.”

He takes one careful step closer. Stops when you tense.

“You do understand,” he whispers. “More than I deserve. You remembered how to find me. How to love me. That’s more than I ever thought I’d get.”

Silence.

Then, quieter: “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll spend every day proving I didn’t mean it. That I want you here. That the gap doesn’t matter because you’re already on my side of it.”

He sinks to his knees. Right there in the entryway. Head bowed. Hands loose at his sides like he’s offering himself up for judgment.

“I’ll give you space if that’s what you need,” he murmurs. “But please… don’t forget me again. Not because of something I said when I was too scared to admit how much I need you.”

You don’t answer right away.

Minutes drag.

Then you stand, walk over and stop in front of him.

He doesn’t look up. You can see the faint tremble in him.

You reach down. Touch his hair, still damp. He leans into it like a man starved.

“I’m still angry,” you say softly.

He nods slightly.

“And it hurt. More than you know.”

The shame in his eyes is evident.

You sink to your knees too. Wrap your arms around him.

He breaks then. Arms crush around you. Face buried in your neck. Shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes against your skin.

You don’t promise it’s okay yet.

But you hold him tighter.

Later, when you’re tangled on the couch, he traces your face with careful fingers. “I’ll never say anything like that again. I swear to you.”

You believe him.

Because the way he looks at you now, like you’re the only shore he’ll ever run to, leaves no room for doubt.

SYLUS

You've been at his side for months now, navigating the N109 Zone, accompanying him on deals that skirt legality, quiet nights spent together where he lets the mask slip just enough for you to see the man beneath all of it. Sylus has always been careful with you. Even in anger, he reins it in, turns it to ice rather than fire.

But tonight, after a botched negotiation that nearly got you both killed, a setup from a rival faction, bullets flying, you acting reckless to protect him, the reins snap.

You're in his safe house, adrenaline still buzzing. He's pacing the length of the floor to ceiling windows, city lights casting harsh shadows across his face. Mephisto perches on the back of a chair, head tilted like he senses the storm.

"You shouldn't have jumped in like that," he says, voice low and edged. "I had it under control."

You scoff from the couch, pressing a cloth to the graze on your arm. "Under control? They had almost had you beat, Sylus. If I hadn't-"

"If you hadn't, nothing. I don't need you playing bodyguard." He stops pacing. Turns to you with eyes like shattered rubies. "You're in my world now. Act like it."

Irritation boils over. You're tired. Sore. And yeah, maybe a little scared at how close it was. "Your world? The one where you act like nothing touches you? Like you're above it all?"

He crosses his arms. "Careful, sweetie."

The nickname grates tonight. "No. You don’t want my help? Fine. But if you want people to think you're human, start acting like one. Stop treating everything like a game where you're the only player who matters."

The room goes deathly quiet.

His expression doesn't change at first. Just a subtle tightening around his eyes. A flicker of something raw, hurt, maybe, before it's gone.

You know that line cuts him. You've talked about it before, in more vulnerable moments: how he struggles with his own humanity after everything he's lost, everything he's built from the ruins. The way the world sees him as a monster, and sometimes he wonders if they're right. You've held him through those confessions, whispered that he's more than his this, more than the blood on his hands.

And now you’re using it against him.

He steps closer. Voice dangerously even. "Human? That's rich coming from you. You're barely cosplaying as one yourself, stumbling through my shadows like a lost child, pretending you belong. Pretending you're not exactly like me. Acting blind to who you are like I won’t have to bury one day because you can't keep up."

The words slice clean through.

Your breath catches. Eyes sting. You stare at him, waiting for the retraction.

It doesn't come.

Instead, he just holds your gaze. Unblinking. Like he's daring you to break first.

You don't. You stand. Grab your things and head straight for the door without a word.

He doesn't stop you. Doesn't even move.

The elevator dings. Doors close. And you're gone.

You avoid him for twelve days.

Back to Linkon. Association work. Anything that keeps you out of the N109 Zon. You block his number temporarily, not forever, just enough to breathe. Mephisto shows up on your balcony twice, cawing softly, but you shoo him away with a sad smile. "Not yet, buddy."

The twins text once.

Boss is in a mood. Everything okay?

You don't reply.

In the N109 Zone, Sylus fractures.

He doesn't rage at first. Just sits in his study, glass of whiskey untouched, staring at the city he rules like it's mocking him. Replays the argument on loop, your words first, that barb about his humanity that hit like a gut punch, then his retaliation. Sharper. Crueler.

He skips meetings. Snaps at Luke and Kieran over nothing,

"Get out. Now."

until they slink away exchanging worried glances. Mephisto brings him reports from your side of the city, but he waves them off. Doesn't want to know. Can't bear it.

Nights are endless. He lies in the bed you shared, sheets still faintly scented with you, and stares at the ceiling. Imagines every worst case: you deciding he's right, that you don't belong. You finding someone softer, safer. Or worse, you getting hurt in Linkon because he's not there to pull you back.

He drinks more. Eats less. Paces until the carpets wear thin. One night, he punches the heavy bag in his gym until his knuckles split, not healing them with evol, letting the pain ground him. Like his punishment.

Regret coils tighter. He knows he should give you space, you're not one to be crowded but every day without you feels like drowning in his own isolation. Everything he has means nothing without you there with him.

A week later, he cracks. Sends Mephisto with a small box: your favorite earrings, the ones you left behind.

You keep them. Don't wear them.

A few days later, a delivery. Rare protocore from the N109 Zone, the kind the association’s been looking for.

You set it on your desk. Stare at it for hours.

Eventually, he shows up himself.

Not at your door. Outside your building, leaning against his motorcycle in the storm. Eyes shadowed like he hasn't slept in weeks.

You spot him from the window and your heart clenches.

He doesn't look up. He waits. Hands in pockets. Shoulders hunched against the downpour.

You grab an umbrella and step out.

He straightens when he sees you. Doesn't move closer. Lets the rain soak him further.

"You look like hell," you say. Voice neutral.

He huffs a laugh, short and self deprecating. "Feel like it too."

Silence stretches. Rain patters on your umbrella.

"I was wrong," he says finally, his voice is low. "What I said... it was inexcusable. I was hurt, your words cut deeper than I let on and I lashed out. Hit where I knew it would wound you most. I shouldn’t have."

You say anything.

He runs a hand through wet hair. "You're not weak. Or lost. You're the strongest person I know, walking into my world without flinching, standing up to me when no one else would. And keeping up? Kitten, you set the pace. I wouldn't have survived that ambush without you. Wouldn't want to."

His voice cracks the smallest bit. "I gave you space because I know that's what you need. But these days... they've been empty. I built all that I have thinking it would be enough. It's not. Not without you."

You step closer. Umbrella covering you both now.

"Why should I come back?" Whispered.

"Because I need you." Simple. "You’re what keeps me tied to this world. I wouldn’t want to be human if it wasn’t for you."

He reaches out. Hesitates. Drops his hand.

"I'm sorry," he breathes. "For every word. For letting you walk away. For not chasing sooner."

You remain silent.

But you tilt the umbrella more over him. Let your free hand find his, it’s cold and trembling.

He exhales. Pulls you close slowly. Forehead to yours. Rain mixing with the salt on his cheeks.

"Missed you," he murmurs. "More than I thought possible."

You stay like that for a while. Rain slowing. Him holding you like you're the only anchor he has.

Later, inside your apartment, he doesn't push for more. Just sits with you on the couch, hand in yours, talking quietly about the days apart. His fears and yours.

Because without you, he's just a facade. And he hates how close he came to shattering it for good.

CALEB

You’d just come back from a solo mission, nothing catastrophic. A few bruises, singed sleeve, but you handled it.

Caleb was waiting at your apartment. Not unusual. He’s been doing it more lately, showing up unannounced with takeout, or coffee, or just himself. Always with that same easy smile. Always checking you over like you might vanish if he looks away too long.

Tonight, though, the smile is tighter. He’s already spotted the burn mark on your arm before you even close the door.

“You didn’t call,” he says.

“I didn’t need to.” You drop your gear bag. Head for the kitchen to grab water. “It was routine. I’m fine.”

He follows. Leans in the doorway. Arms crossed. “Routine still means wanderers. You could’ve at least texted when you were clear.”

You exhale through your nose. “Caleb, I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t need to check in every time I step outside.”

His jaw flexes. “I’m not asking you to check in like a child. I’m asking you to remember there are people who-” He stops. Starts again. “People who worry. People who’ve already lost too much.”

The undercurrent is there. Always is. The explosion. The time apart. The way he came back different, harder, carrying ghosts you can’t see but can feel. You’ve talked about it. You’ve held each other through the nightmares. You thought you were past the part where he treats you like fragile glass.

Apparently not.

“I know you worry,” you say, softer. Trying to deescalate. “But I’m not helpless. I’ve been doing this job for ages without-”

“Without me?” he finishes. Voice low. “Yeah. I know. And look how well that turned out.”

You freeze. Water bottle halfway to your mouth.

He keeps going. Like the dam broke and he can’t stop the flood. “You keep acting like you don’t need anyone. Like you can just charge ahead and handle everything alone. But you can’t. Not really. You never could. That’s why you always end up hurt. That’s why you always need someone to pull you out. And if you won’t let it be me-” His voice cracks, just once. “then fine. Keep pretending you’re invincible. Keep pretending you don’t need protecting. But don’t expect me to stand by and watch you break yourself again just to prove a point to me.”

He’s rejecting the one thing you’ve fought tooth and nail to build since Gran’s house burned down: your independence. Your ability to stand on your own. The quiet pride you carry that show you survived. You grew up. You don’t need saving anymore.

And in his eyes, in the heat of fear and frustration, that pride is delusional. Childish. Something you cling to because you can’t accept reality: that you’re still the little girl who needs him to keep her safe. That you’ll always be dependent. That without his protection, you’re just… waiting to fall apart again.

Your throat closes with something colder, something final.

You set the water bottle down.

“Don’t,” you say. Voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m still ten years old and hiding under the table during a storm.”

He flinches. Opens his mouth.

You shake your head. “I’m done being the person you have to save. If that’s all I am to you… then I don’t want to be here at all.”

You walk past him. Grab your keys. Coat. Phone.

He reaches for your wrist. Gentle and pleading. “Wait-”

You pull away.

The door closes behind you with a soft click.

You don’t go far. Just a friend’s place across the city. Crash on their couch. Turn your phone to Do Not Disturb.

You stay gone for days.

Caleb doesn’t bombard you. That’s not his way.

But he breaks in slow motion.

He sits in your empty apartment for hours. Doesn’t turn on the lights. Just stares at the spot on the couch where you usually curl against him.

He knows it’s not true. Knows you’ve pulled yourself out of worse than he has. Knows you’ve saved him more times than he’s saved you lately.

He doesn’t sleep.

The next day he flies back to base. Tries to bury himself in work. Fails. Snaps at subordinates over nothing. Gets sent home early.

He leaves a small paper bag in your apartment. Inside is a tiny plush airplane. The one he won for you at arcades when you were kids. Faded tag still reads “To my co pilot.”

You cry then. Quietly. Into the plush.

Nights get worse for him.

He stops going to the fleet. Stays in your room in his apartment instead. Sits on your bed. Holds your pillow like it’s you.

After a week he can’t wait anymore.

He waits outside your place. This time in the morning light. Clean uniform. Shaved. Eyes hollow but steady.

You step out for coffee and see him.

“I’m sorry,” he says. Voice rough from disuse. “I was wrong. Every word. You’re not weak. You’ve never been weak. You’ve carried more than anyone should have to, and you did it without me for years. I had no right to make you feel small just because I’m terrified of losing you again.”

You don’t speak.

He keeps going. “I don’t want you to need me. I want you to choose me. Even when you don’t need saving. Even when you’re stronger than I am. I want to stand beside you, not in front of you. And I failed at that. Badly.”

Silence.

Then, quieter: “I’ll give you more time if that’s what you need. I won’t push. But I need you to know, I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to leave for good.”

You look at him.

See the shadows under his eyes. The way his hands tremble just slightly. The way he’s holding himself like he might shatter if you walk away again.

You step forward.

Close enough that he can smell your shampoo. Close enough that he stops breathing.

“I’m still angry,” you say softly.

“I know.”

You reach up. Touch his cheek. He grabs your wrist and leans into your touch more.

“But I missed you,” you whisper.

His eyes close. A shaky exhale.

You step into him then. Let him wrap his arms around you. Careful. Reverent. Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

He buries his face in your hair. “I’m sorry,” his voice is soft.

You hold him tighter.

Later, back in your apartment, he doesn’t try to fix everything in one night. Just sits with you. Talks. Listens. Lets you set boundaries.

No more showing up unannounced without asking.

No more assuming you need rescuing.

Just partnership.

He still worries. He always will.

But now he channels it differently; quiet support. Pride in your strength. Standing at your six instead of blocking your path.

And every time you come home safe from a mission, he greets you with that same easy smile, only now it’s softer. Grateful.

Because you chose to come back.

And he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure you never regret it.

[cutiebunnyapplefairy]

I have said it before on many occasions but it's worth reminding people that Sylus is a WHORE. And I love it.

He gives major fuck you in the bathroom on the first date before dessert arrives energy.

Think about it.

In his vampire myth, this man was ten seconds in from meeting MC and had every single intention to kill her and he STILL made out with her. Zero memory who she is, ready to impale her to death after bleeding her dry and has the audacity to be like “hold on, give me a kiss real quick,” LMAO!

In his dragon myth when MC was sneaking him, and she started acting like she was trying to fuck cause she feels bored did you see the look on his face? He was down!

I'm convinced if it wasn't for her hating his guts on sight in main story, because despite that she does admit he is hot as fuck so I KNOW he would have taken her amnesia having ass to base and slutted her out regardless. All she had to do was say when.

Nobody can tell me otherwise.

Sylus is easy. And I love that about him.

Fake sleeping so he can get handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but a silk robe.

Just stamp the words “Fuck me whenever” on your forehead Onychinus leader cause we all see you're about that life.

Said that on the SECOND meet up by the way.

[cat323233]

My gawd🫪

[ilovemitsuya]

Are Sylus ladies okay?!

I’m not breathing…

[draconic-river]

Definitely not ok, thanks...

[cat323233]

@draconic-river ……same💀

[notmedicli]

⋆˙⟡ MINUTEMEN! ♡ ࿐

about ♱ the lads men when they cum too quick!

pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]

content warning ♱ premature orgasms, teasing, oral (m. receiving), slight exhibitionism, nipple play (m. receiving), dry humping, wrong use of aphrodisiacs, multiple creampies, breeding kink, xavier in heat, lowkey mean!raf — MINORS DNI 18+

kit says ♱ ty to my creative director @thewrldx AGAIN for helping me choose which direction to go w some of these! and thank u @stonedtaemin for beta reading, i love u both so much. i hope every1 enjoys! probably my last hc of 2025 :,) feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ — requested

#CALEB: MISSIN’ U

caleb hasn’t seen you in over a month and it’s been brutal. you were on missions or too tied up with work in linkon while he was tending to his duties as the fleet’s colonel in skyhaven. you don’t know how it happened, but two weeks turned to three and eventually it turned into a month and two days with nothing but facetime calls and texts to keep in touch. 

and caleb has been counting the hours he’s been away from you. 795 to be exact. 795 hours that he hasn’t been able to see you. hours that he hasn’t been able to kiss you… touch you… fuck you.

finally, you managed to carve out some time to visit—even if only for a day—and you were determined to make every moment count.

but caleb is practically manic. you barely get the chance to greet him before he’s pulling you into his house and slamming his lips against yours. you can feel the warm tent in his sweats pressing into your lower abdomen and it makes you whimper into his mouth. you can’t deny that you’ve missed him just as bad—that you’ve missed his cock… the weight and feel of it.

he pulls your body into the living room, leaving a trail of his clothes haphazardly on the ground. 

he’s panting—hot, desperate breaths fanning over your skin as he drags your shirt up and off like he’s been starving for the sight of you. “missed you so fuckin’ bad, baby,” he rasps, voice raw with need. his fingers find your bra clasp without even looking, popping it open in one smooth motion. the second your breasts bounce free, a filthy moan breaks out of him.

“fuuuuck… my pretty baby,” he groans, mouth crashing back onto yours like he can’t get close enough, can’t breathe without you. “a whole month,” he slurs against your lips, needy and disbelieving, “a whole damn month without you…” the hunger in his voice makes your head swim.

you’re so lost in his kiss, in the heat of him, that you don’t even notice his hands working lower—your jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, pushed down—until he nudges your legs, urging you to kick them off, voice wrecked as he murmurs, “c’mon, baby… off.” 

you do as you're told, kicking them off your feet and letting them pool on the ground before caleb is pushing you onto the couch.

he drinks you in, taking in every perfect part of your body. his pupils are blown out like he’s on a drug, breath ragged like he’s run a marathon, cock aching in his boxers like he hasn’t been fucking his fist every night to all the innocent (and not so innocent) selfies and voice messages you’ve sent in your time apart. 

then he pounces on you—your panties are shredded and he’s discarded of his boxers and he’s ready to give you the fucking of your life. but then he remembers. it’s been too long—he should definitely prep you and stretch you out with his fingers. 

“caleb,” you whimper out when he takes too long to move. “just fuck me. please, i need you s’bad. ‘s been too long.”

“shit, i know, baby, but i need to prep you—”

you shake your head, hand moving down until your fingers pull your folds apart. he zeros in on your gleaming pussy, soaked and dripping with honeyed arousal. caleb all but whimpers at the sight. that alone could make him bust his load all over you, but he restrains himself—he tries to, at least.

he doesn’t keep you waiting for another second, he presses his fat tip into you and bites his lip at the visual of it disappearing inside your cunt. he feels your velvet walls latch onto him for dear life—almost like your pussy missed him too. 

“fuck, y-you’re so, ugh, tight, pips,” he grunts, forcing himself in past the resistance, keeping his ears open for any sign of discomfort. by the way you tighten even more at his words and the blissed out moans slipping past your swollen lips, he doesn’t think he needs to be worried. “you miss the way i stretch you out like this?”

you arch your back as he inches in deeper, feeling your cunt mold to the shape of him with ease, “god, yes! ca-caleb, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” 

his cock throbs at your desperation, at your vice like cunt, at the adorable fucked out face you’re sporting. you’re taking him like you’re made for it… no time apart could make your pussy forget whose cock belongs here. 

caleb finally bottoms out inside of you, his tip kissing at your cervix. your pussy strangles him so tight that his cock can’t help but twitch uncontrollably—the same way it does when he’s close… and then it happens—so fast he doesn’t even register it until his whole body locks up. he’s cumming inside you with a string of the neediest, broken moans you’ve ever heard from him, every sound high and desperate.

he goes still the moment realization hits. his face burns red, mouth parted, eyes blown wide in a mix of shock and absolute mortification. he came early… no—worse. he came before you.

“baby—” he gasps, glancing down where his cum is already leaking out of you, and the sight alone rips another helpless moan out of his throat. “god, ‘m sorry… ‘s just been so long, a-and i couldn’t help mys—”

“caleb.” you cut him off gently, your smile soft and easy. “‘s okay, baby. really.”

he exhales shakily, the relief on his face undeniable as he nods. he’ll make it up to you—he’s already determined. and with how hard he still is, still buried deep inside you, you both know you’re not going anywhere.

especially when you tighten around him, lean up to his ear, and whisper something wicked enough to make him choke on his breath.

“you have a month’s worth of cum saved up just for me, don’t you?”

#ZAYNE: OVERWORKED/UNDERFUCKED

zayne is an admirable man—hardworking, successful, the kind of perfect that makes people stare. but even perfection has its cracks. his? he neglects his own needs. the heat that coils low in his stomach, the way his cock strains in his slacks when you cross his mind… he always forces it down, choosing work over want.

and that’s where you come in.

what starts as an innocent visit—dropping off the lunch he “forgot” on the counter—quickly shifts into something far less innocent. the moment you step into his office, his desire finally demands to be heard.

you don’t say anything when you walk in. your face, the way you wordlessly set the cute lunch bag on his desk—it says it all. you walk around his desk where he sits, a small smile tugging at his lips and his cock twitching in his pants when he gets a whiff of your scent. then, like clockwork, you sink to your knees in between his legs. 

“hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“four days, dr. zayne…” you lean into his hand, closing your eyes as the warmth seeps into your skin. “four days you’ve gone without an orgasm. that’s quite unhealthy, don’t you think?” 

a soft, amused laugh erupts in his throat before he muses, “is it? i don’t remember that being on any of my exams while i was in medical school.”

your eyes flutter open and your hands reach for the button and zipper of his slacks. “nevermind that, doctor. why don’t you just let me take care of you, yeah?” you pull his boxers down enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his button up. 

zayne chuckles wryly, nodding his head. “okay, but my lunch is over in 30 minutes–” he hisses when your lips wrap around his tip. “ah, sweetheart,” he breathes in surprise, fingers instinctively lacing into your hair. 

you work his tip, tongue swirling around his slit, lapping up his leaking precum. your eyes dart up to gauge his reaction and it sends a rush of arousal through you. his cheeks are flushed—that pretty shade of pink that dusts over his skin every time he’s high on adrenaline and overcome by need. 

it urges you on—coaxing you to take more of him, to stretch your lips wider and let him sink deeper. with zayne’s firm guidance at the back of your head, you’re already halfway down his length, the tip brushing the back of your throat. the sound he makes when your throat tightens around him is raw, almost feral.

“fuck, darling,” he growls, fingers twitching with the urge to push you down until he’s buried to the hilt. “you feel so good. y-you… ah—you're taking me s-so, so well.”

the praise sends a shiver through you. you moan around him, picking up your pace, hungry for every broken sound you can drag out of your usually composed, painfully put-together boyfriend. your hand curls loosely around the base of his cock while your other drifts lower, cupping and gently squeezing his balls, eager to unravel him completely. 

and zayne’s weak. your hands and mouth work in tandem to make his chest heave and soft sighs slip out of him. you moan and whine around him some more to add to the sensation and it works… boy, does it work. 

the vibrations shoot right through him, his entire body tenses and he moans—so shaky like he doesn’t trust the sound coming out of him, so low, yet so loud that the sound echoes in his office. loud enough to test the sound-proofing on the room.

“baby—” he gasps, fingers tightening in your hair, tugging at the roots. the moment you gag around him, his hips jerk forward on instinct. “b-baby, f-fuck, wait—slow down. slo—oh—!”

but you’re past the point of hearing him. your pace only grows messier, hungrier. you drop your hand and force yourself down as far as you can, swallowing every inch you can take. the second he feels himself lodged deep in your throat, his whole body goes rigid.

a rush of broken curses tumbles from his mouth as he falls apart. you choke when the first hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, spluttering in surprise before greedily swallowing every pulse of him like you were made for it.

when you finally pull off, you give him a few tiny coughs, your cheeks wet with tears and your breaths uneven. you recover faster than he does—fast enough to see the way he slumps back, bliss-drunk, his hands—just moments ago tangled in your hair—now clamped around the armrests so tight his knuckles have gone bone-white.

his eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused, and when he sees you watching him with that smug, satisfied little smirk… a shudder of embarrassment rolls through him.

“my love,” he pants like all the air in the room has been sucked out of the room. “please don’t tease.”

“that might’ve been a new record, baby.” you say, voice raw. “i don’t even think you came that fast during our first time.”

his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, “please, enough… you know i’ve been stressed.”

“my poor, pent-up doctor.” you rise to your feet, towering over his slack body like you’re savoring the view. he looks spent, dazed, completely undone beneath you—you’re not sure how he’ll get back to work after this. “don’t worry, baby,” you murmur, trailing a finger along his jaw. 

“you’re in very good hands now.”

#SYLUS: WEAK

sylus is far from weak. he carries a kind of strength—mental, physical, commanding—that made him leader of the onychiuns in the first place. he has to be strong-willed. unshakeable. untouchable.

but all of that falls apart when you’re in sight. 

especially when he walks into his room after a long “business” meeting and finds you nonchalantly stretched across his bed reading a book in nothing but red lace that barely hides anything and his oversized, burgundy robe sliding off your shoulders like you want him to be on his knees. he tries not to falter, tries to keep that cool, indifferent mask he’s known for… but you see right through him. you always do.

you see the way his eye darkens, glowing a deeper shade of red. you see the hitch in his breath. you see the way he starts toward you—slow, deliberate, each step slower than the next. 

a predator closing in.

“what’s all this, sweetie?” he hums, voice low and airy. “i wasn’t expecting you to still be awake. you’re usually passed out by this hour.”

“i thought about it… but i wanted to see you, is that so wrong?” you cock your head innocently, abandoning your book in favor of putting your eyes on him. “just wanted to greet the big, bad leader of onychinus when he got home…” you say, slowly rising to sit on your knees before him, his robe nearly swallowing you.

any second now, he’s going to pounce.

he suppresses a groan when he notices your breast practically spilling out of your bra. “and how would one greet the big, bad leader of onychinus?” 

once he’s within arms reach, you can see in his eyes that he’s waiting for your permission. the little glint in your eyes or the smile etching into your face that says ‘it’s okay, you can touch me.’

before his hands can touch you, you fist the front of his shirt and yank him forward, catching him completely off guard. in one swift motion, you flip him onto the bed, climbing over him and settling on his lap like you’ve claimed a throne.

he stares up at you, lips parted, eyes just a little too wide—like he’s scrambling to hide the shock, to pretend he saw it coming. but it’s already written all over his face.

he’s the one caught now.

and it’s not that sylus minds when you rip his shirt open, tearing some of the buttons on the crisp fabric off or when you lay sloppy, wet kisses to his burning skin. it’s only when your hips begin to move and your lips trail down his neck and his heaving chest that he realizes what you’re doing.

“is this a punishment, baby?” he pants, groaning when your teeth sink into his large pec. “mad that i kept you waiting for me?”

you grind your hips against his aching cock and he can feel the shape of your pussy… how wet it is through all the layers of fabric between you. 

“you were gone for so long, sy… promised you’d be home soon and you lied.” you try to keep your voice steady, but it’s difficult when his cock, slotted between your thighs, stimulates your clit in the best way possible. “so you keep your hands off of me and let me have my fun like a good boy, yeah?”

he smirks up at you, cock twitching, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “yeah, sweetie. go on and punish me… i’ve been bad, haven’t i?”

and maybe it isn’t much of a punishment for sylus at first, but the moment you start grinding your hips down harder—faster—it becomes torture of the sweetest kind. his fingers curl into the satin sheets beside him, knuckles straining as he fights the urge to touch you. to grab you. to flip you beneath him and shove his cock deep into your cunt. he wants to fuck you until you gush all over him, until your tiny hands press against his broad chest, trying—and failing—to push him away.

your lips trail down his chest, slow and teasing, leaving soft, blooming love bites in your wake. each time a deep groan vibrates through his chest, the sound reverberates against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. and god, the way he moans for you—raw, unrestrained—only makes you grind down harder, delight curling warm and wicked in your stomach.

then your lips wrap around his peaked nipple, teeth tugging and tongue lapping like you’re willing something to come out. you whimper around him and it sends shockwaves through all 6 feet and 2 inches of him. 

he gasps as a jolt of pleasure shoots straight through him. were his nipples always this sensitive? he’s never reacted like this before.

“w-what are you— f-fuck, gorgeous, don’t do tha—hah!” his voice breaks beautifully, the last sound spilling out of him in a deep, helpless, breathless cry.

he bites down on his lip hard when you move to his other nipple, giving it just as much attention—just as much torment. it’s abuse in the prettiest form, and he’s completely helpless to it. he tries—really tries—to think about anything other than the overwhelming mix of sensations… your hips grinding down on him, your mouth teasing his chest, the heat pooling low in his stomach way too fast.

but he can’t. he’s drowning in you.

your scent, your soft little whines with every roll of your hips, the way the red lace clings to your body—his favorite set, the one he can never resist. it’s all too much, and he feels himself unraveling beneath you.

when he lets out a long, drawn out groan and you feel the warm, wet patch grow on his pants, you giggle uncontrollably. sylus, leader of onychinus sylus… just came in record time, in his pants at that. all because of some dry humping and nipple play. 

you lift your head and take in the defeated sight of him and let a cocky grin etch into your face.

“who knew the big, bad leader of onychinus liked getting his nipples played with?”  

#XAVIER: SIDE EFFECTS  

there was something wrong with him. something truly, terribly wrong. he could hear his heart pounding in his ears, feel his blood thrumming in his veins, see his cock swelling in his pants and taste you on his tongue even though you weren’t even in the room—let alone the same floor. the need was unbearable. the need to fuck and breed you was almost disgusting, but he couldn’t help it. 

he chalked it down to the candy you gave him—you’d told him to save it for a special occasion with a cheeky smile on your face, but xavier didn’t understand what that meant. he figured “save it for a special occasion” meant save it for when he’s craving a sweet treat. 

he grabbed the wrapper and, sure enough, the back read “sex chocolate” in big, bold letters. he moaned, throwing it away and pulling out his phone with shaky hands. 

xavier: Angel I need U

xavier: I ate the sex chocolate U gave me

you: you did what???

xavier: I ate the whole thing 

you: oh fuck. i’m coming up now.

he stands in the open doorway, skin flushed, breaths strained, sweat beading at his forehead. when he sees you, panic across your face—concern etched into your features—he’s not sure why. he doesn’t care. the second you’re within reach, he yanks you into the apartment and slams the door shut, the impact rattling the picture frames of the two of you lining the wall.

“xavier, we need to get you water and—”

you should’ve known you wouldn’t get the chance to finish. his lips crash into yours, hot and desperate, a low moan spilling into your mouth as he all but devours you. his tongue pushes past your lips, demanding, and his hands steer you toward the bedroom. you let yourself melt into him. after all, the fastest way to deal with the heat of an aphrodisiac is to fuck it out of your system.

xavier shoves you back onto the bed, ripping his shirt over his head and fumbling out of his pants before climbing over you to kiss you again. the movement makes your tank top ride up, fabric bunching beneath your chest as his weight presses you into the mattress. his tongue tangles with yours, frantic, like he doesn’t care about the burn in his lungs or the lack of oxygen to his brain. all he can think about is you—feeling you. loving you. fucking you. it’s driving him insane, lighting up every nerve ending until he’s completely consumed by desire. you feel it when the heavy bulge presses into your abdomen, the sticky heat of precum seeping through his boxers and smearing against your skin.

he grinds against you fervently, moaning and whining into your mouth before he pulls back, panting and gasping for air. 

“pl-please help me, baby,” he whimpers, he drags his hips down and ruts against your clothed cunt. “need you, need to fuck you s’bad. it hurts… fuck, it h-hurts s’much.”

you nod, mind in a haze from the searing kiss. you voice comes out gravelly. “f-fuck me—you can fuck me, xavie. fuck me till it’s out of your system.”

your permission sends him buzzing, his mind dissolving into static as his hands move before he can even catch up to himself. he tugs your little shorts and panties down your legs, baring you for him—glistening, open, all his.

his gaze devours you, drinking in the way arousal coats your swollen lips, the way your cunt pulses like a living thing, the way your body twitches beneath him with barely restrained anticipation. he doesn’t get long to savor it. with a sharp breath, he frees his cock from his boxers, letting it slap against his toned abdomen.

he doesn’t waste another second. dragging the tip through your soaked slit, he gathers every bit of slick he can before pressing inside with a loud, broken moan, his brows drawing tight as he finally sinks into you.

“f-fffuck,” he curses, pulling his lip between his teeth like he’s trying to will himself to stay strong. to not succumb to the thoughts mixing in with the static. the thoughts that scream: cum in her. fill her to the brim. pour every ounce of what you have inside of her—because he wants to last. he wants you to feel just as good. 

but he can’t. he’s hypersensitive. he feels every vein on his cock brand into your walls, every little ridge of your pussy glide against him, that slight resistance that’s trying to push him out— and it’s entirely too much for him to handle.

it’s why a choked, startled moan gets stuck in his throat before he collapses forward, hands clutching your hips for support as he spills inside you far too fast. silver hair clings to his flushed forehead, sweat-damp and wild, his eyes blown wide with shock as the realization hits.

he came first.

and he came fast.

“xavier—you came…”

his words come out ragged as his cock twitches inside of you, still hard and throbbing with need despite his explosive orgasm. “i know, ‘m s-so pathetic—shit, but i-i can keep going… need more. so much more, angel. can’t get enough—feels like ‘m on fire.”

and with his cum beginning to leak out of you, he pulls out, gathers every drop that’s spilled out and pushes it back inside of you. 

“gotta fuck you full of my cum and keep it there, you understand, don’t you?” he babbles, thrusting in and out of you with a mix of his cum and your arousal coating his cock. 

“after all, it was your chocolate that did this to me, so you should take responsibility, right?”

#RAFAYEL: SORE LOSER

“raf, if we were to go ten days without sex, who do you think would last longer: you or me?” you’d asked, a cheeky smile plastered on your face. 

rafayel scoffed at the question—why would you ask such a thing? obviously the answer’s going to be—

“duh, me, of course. i’m much more resilient than you are, cutie.” he answered, a cocky smirk etched into his complacent face. 

you hummed, your smile wide despite the fact that he practically called you weak. “if you’re so much stronger than me,” you teased, tilting your head, “then you don’t mind if we test that theory, do you?”

“bring it on.”

rafayel regrets it almost immediately—regrets being so hasty, so quick to agree to ten days without sex. he’d gone far longer than that before you, but now that he has you, even three days feels unbearable. ten is torture.

by day five, he’s already itching to give in. but then he sees how unbothered you are—how calm, how unaffected you seem by the forced celibacy in your committed relationship—and he bites his tongue. no complaints. no cracks.

he’ll win this bet. even if it kills him a little.

when day ten finally arrives, rafayel unravels completely. he’s rougher with you now—pinning you to his bed and kissing you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. he silences every cheeky remark you throw his way, every tease about how he’s about to lose, how he’s seconds from proving just how weak he is.

for a fleeting moment, he considers shoving his fingers into your mouth just to shut you up—but he decides against it. no. he wants to hear those silly little words falter, crumble, and disappear entirely when he proves his point by making you cum first.

“you really are a brat, y’know,” he grumbles once parting from your lips. his hands peel your clothes off your soft, pliant body and when you finally lie naked under him, his cock—the cock that’s been aching for this—throbs with need under his all too tight boxers. “‘m gonna show you that i’m the winner here, okay cutie?”

you offer a lazy smile and sing, “you can try.”

and it only adds fuel to the fire.

he’s pressing inside of you with an involuntary moan. your pussy envelopes his cock like that’s exactly where it belongs. ten days did nothing, your pussy takes shape to his size instantly and it’s both a blessing and a curse.

a blessing because it means he’s successfully molded your cunt to the shape of him—he’s ruined you for everyone else. not that he’d ever dream of letting you go. ever. 

a curse because the mere thought of you being wholeheartedly his, on top of the feeling of your tight pussy for the first time in a third of a month and the sound of your pretty moans—the ones he missed so much—it unnerves him. it’s too much for his brain—his body—to handle. 

but he has to hold on to his threading strength. his pride counts on it. the little tug at your lips counts on it. and it might be dramatic, but the entire dynamic of your relationship counts on it. if he loses—if he spills right now like he wants to—then you’ll tease him for eons to come. your last breath will be a teasing remark about how he lost this bet.

then you clamp around him, hugging his cock tighter than before and rafayel lets out a broken moan. “fuck,” he curses, voice cracking weakly. 

he’s barely bottomed out before you’re coaxing him with sweet words and a saccharine voice. “c’mon, baby. just cum inside me. i know you want to… can feel your cock throbbing.” you purr, clenching even harder, eliciting a hiss. “let go f’me… ‘s gonna feel s’good, won’t it?”

“sh-shut up.” he grits out, hands fisting at the sheets at both sides of your head. 

your arms loop around his neck and your legs hook around his slim waist. your feet dig into his lower back and rafayel just… can’t. “cum, baby.” you whisper. 

any last shred of restraint snaps, the tightrope finally giving way. his cum spills inside you as he breaks, a broken whine tearing from his throat—caught somewhere between despair and earth-shattering pleasure.

you moan at the warmth, eyes fluttering shut as you sink into it—the feeling of him filling you, and the delicious realization that you’ve won, that you now have permission to gloat for the rest of your life.

but rafayel doesn’t give you much time to let it sink in because a short while later, he’s pulling out, his fat load of cum dribbling out of you in the process, and slamming his overstimulated cock back in, burying himself at your hilt. 

you squeak in surprise, eyes shooting open in shock and you see the mean glower on rafayel’s face. he’s pissed—you can see it in his furrowed brows and his lips turned down in a pouty frown, but especially in his darkened eyes. the playful look that usually resides on his face is replaced with one of indignation. 

“raf—” you don’t get the chance to finish because his long fingers fill your mouth and it muffles the rest of your protest. 

“j-just shut up and take it,” he grunts, snapping his hips against you like he has something to prove. “your time for talking is up since you just wanna act like a brat.”

you suck and moan around his fingers, losing yourself in the pleasure he gives you. he doesn’t miss a beat—thrusting into you with perfect precision, the tip of him hitting that sweet spot dead-on. the sensation is overwhelming, sharp and delicious, and it sends your eyes rolling back as your body melts around him.

“gonna fuck you till you forget about this stupid bet, cutie—you’ll wish i won instead.”

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