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❖ ❖ ❖ Xavier x Sylus, royalty au, ongoing series, 37.4k ¹⁸⁺
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⟡ ⟡ ⟡ Caleb x Rafayel, fantasy au, ongoing series, 5.2k ¹⁸⁺
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★ ★ ★ King Xavier, royalty au, completed series, 36.9k ¹⁸⁺
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Lads as love languages – headcanon, 500
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⋆⁺₊ Xavier
First time wearing Xavier's clothes – fluff, 1.7k
Calling Xavier when you're drunk – fluff, 650
A letter to Xavier – drabble, angst, 270
Make it belivable – modern au, fake dating, 11.8k ¹⁸⁺
Ex boyfriend Xavier – headcanon, 400 ¹⁸⁺
Trust and promises – royalty au, first times, 4.1k ¹⁸⁺
Roommate Xavier – headcanon, 450 ¹⁸⁺
Constellation prize – fluff and smut, 2.8k ¹⁸⁺
Professor Xavier – headcanon, 550 ¹⁸⁺
That stupidly irresistible pout – smut, 1k ¹⁸⁺
Just feel me – smut, 1.9k ¹⁸⁺
⋆⁺₊ Zayne
First time wearing Zayne's clothes – fluff, 1.9k
Does he know you call me when he sleeps? – feat. Caleb, 1.6k
Overstepping boundaries – fluff, light angst, 1.7k
Like wildfire – university au, friends to lovers, 9.6k ¹⁸⁺
Ex boyfriend Zayne – headcanon, 400 ¹⁸⁺
Roommate Zayne – headcanon, 550 ¹⁸⁺
Professor Zayne – headcanon, 550 ¹⁸⁺
⋆⁺₊ Rafayel
First time wearing Rafayel's clothes – fluff, 1.7k
I just want to try something – fluff, friends to lovers, 1.5k
Ex boyfriend Rafayel – headcanon, 400 ¹⁸⁺
Roommate Rafayel – headcanon, 550 ¹⁸⁺
Professor Rafayel – headcanon, 580 ¹⁸⁺
In his hands – smut, 1.7k ¹⁸⁺
⋆⁺₊ Sylus
First time wearing Sylus' clothes – fluff, 1.7k
Calling Sylus when you're drunk – comfort, fluff, 600
Under the wings of a dragon – fantasy au, hurt/comfort, 6.5k
Unless you mean it – university au, prof. Sylus, 12.8k ¹⁸⁺
Ex boyfriend Sylus – headcanon, 500 ¹⁸⁺
Roommate Sylus – headcanon, 550 ¹⁸⁺
Professor Sylus – headcanon, 650 ¹⁸⁺
⋆⁺₊ Caleb
First time wearing Caleb's clothes – fluff, 1.8k
Calling Caleb when you're drunk – fluff, hint of angst, 860
Sour note・Part 1・Part 2 – pre main story timeline, 3.1k
To the core – pre main story timeline, 1.3k
Does he know you call me when he sleeps? – feat. Zayne, 1.6k
Caleb has a nightmare – pre main story timeline, 1.2k
Our new normal – fluff, 300
You're turbulence, pip-squeak – pre main story timeline, 1.6k
Those stupid red panties! – pre main story timeline, 600
In Caleb’s shadow – pre main story timeline, 800
Ex boyfriend Caleb – headcanon, 400 ¹⁸⁺
Bite the apple, baby! – colonel smut, 3.3k ¹⁸⁺
Roommate Caleb – headcanon, 500 ¹⁸⁺
Professor Caleb – headcanon, 550 ¹⁸⁺
Craving you – fluff and smut, 4.3k ¹⁸⁺
When he's needy – smut, 1.2k ¹⁸⁺
His arm draped across your body, and warm breaths tickling your shoulder. Every now and then soft murmurs of adoration and comfort slip out, revealing his sleepiest thoughts.
Getting up would be impossible. The slightest movement from you and his arm locks up, pulls you closer, and into that position where your frame slots perfectly into his like a puzzle piece.
Locks of pale gold feathered across the pillow the two of you are now sharing, sticking up at all angles after a long night. You’d never tire of seeing him like this – shirtless, messy, voice deep and gravely from sleep – a warm embrace constructed in a way that made you feel safe, like no one else could enter.
"Good morning starlight," he whispers, pressing his lips into the back of your neck.
You can feel his long limbs stretching for a moment before they wrap around again, telling you that you’re not getting out of bed any time soon. Not that you’d want to anyways.
"I don’t feel like sharing you with the world today. That’s ok, right?"
You sigh contently when a languid kiss finds its way to that delicate spot on your neck. The lack of space between your barely clothed bodies makes it impossible to miss his hard length rubbing up against your rear.
it was the first time you’d truly seen caleb’s metal arm out, staring intently at it from across the room. he’d shown it to you a couple times, never keeping it in its raw form too long when you were around. your eyes are wide as you take in every detail and whir, caleb doesn’t notice until it’s too late, shame filling him as he tries to hide the cold limb behind him.
“I’m sorry I’ll put it away-” he scrambles, you immediately shake your head, crossing the room and placing your hand on the cool material, it send a shiver down your spine as your fingertips trace every ridge.
caleb notices the lust in your gaze immediately, something dark twisting in his stomach as he takes in your flustered state. for a moment he’s too stunned to even come up with any thoughts, let alone speak.
“it’s- is it uh- waterproof like this?” you ask, face burning, shame out the window as you feel a familiar heat pooling between your thighs at the thoughts running in your head.
caleb’s eyes darken, he knows the intentions behind your question. he’s crowding you against the wall, metal fingers ghosting over your hot skin, waiting a moment before slowly wrapping them around your neck. he doesn’t place any pressure, amethyst eyes blown wide as he hears a whimper leave your lips, eyes immediately glossing over as you look up at him.
“mm it’s waterproof, yes,” he purrs, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down, placing a kiss to the edges of your lips, “should we… try it out?”
a broken moan leaves your lips, vision blurring as you feel his bulge press against your thighs. the flushed look on your face as you begin to frantically nod pushes him over the edge. a low rumble in his chest as he applies the slightest bit of pressure, watching as your mouth gapes open in a pathetic gasp.
“please ‘leb,” you whisper, “need you.”
you stop his flesh hand as he tries to get under your waistband, shaking your head. caleb’s brows furrows for a second, gears turning as he realizes you were serious.
“pips, no. I can’t- no that’s too risky,” he shakes his head, metal hand completely removed from your body as he takes a step back. you whine at the loss of contact, immediately seeking him out and grabbing his metal hand with both of yours.
“i want it caleb, please,” the pout on your lips makes his knees buckle, the utter desperation on your face makes his resolve crumble.
when has he ever denied you anything?
a/n: just vote, i know im out just vote …. his metal arm is so sexy i was a bucky girl and seeing calebs arm made me download the game… FUCK ME W DA ARM COLONEL !
His arm draped across your body, and warm breaths tickling your shoulder. Every now and then soft murmurs of adoration and comfort slip out, revealing his sleepiest thoughts.
Getting up would be impossible. The slightest movement from you and his arm locks up, pulls you closer, and into that position where your frame slots perfectly into his like a puzzle piece.
Locks of pale gold feathered across the pillow the two of you are now sharing, sticking up at all angles after a long night. You’d never tire of seeing him like this – shirtless, messy, voice deep and gravely from sleep – a warm embrace constructed in a way that made you feel safe, like no one else could enter.
"Good morning starlight," he whispers, pressing his lips into the back of your neck.
You can feel his long limbs stretching for a moment before they wrap around again, telling you that you’re not getting out of bed any time soon. Not that you’d want to anyways.
"I don’t feel like sharing you with the world today. That’s ok, right?"
You sigh contently when a languid kiss finds its way to that delicate spot on your neck. The lack of space between your barely clothed bodies makes it impossible to miss his hard length rubbing up against your rear.
you spend time together on collective days off, cuddling and watching tv in peace until he turns his head towards your cunt, rubbing the tip of his finger right over your clothed clit. you used to get shy and push him away, but you’ve become accustomed to his strange habits now. it was like a compulsion—he couldn’t go a single day without exploring your pretty pussy and finding new ways he could make you feel good.
it was easy when you reacted to his every touch, a dark patch forming after a few minutes of him teasing you. he always ignored your whines and instead chose to replace his finger with his nose, swiping through your slick folds and inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt.
“xavi…”
“you just smell so good my star, wanna live here”
he wouldn’t even bother properly taking your panties off, instead choosing to hook a finger beneath the band and pull them to the side so he could make out with your pussy. he let his tongue explore every inch of you, drinking in as much as he could before finally dipping inside your greedy hole. you were already close before he even had his mouth on you, but the way he was moaning into you had your thighs pressing tighter around his head.
“oh fuck…please my girl, need you to cum on my tongue”
he was so whiney, nearly tearing up as he tried to press you even closer to his mouth. it wasn’t until you saw him desperately rutting against his hand, a big dark stain forming on the front of his sweats, that you finally let go, crying his name as you rode the aftershocks of pleasure on his tongue.
he kissed your inner thighs as you tried to calm your breathing, stroking your waist and praising ‘how well you did’. after a few minutes passed though, he’d return to his task, now focusing his relentless stimulation on your clit, determined to have you squirt on his face.
You are the newest lady of House Li, married to a man twice your age who seems reluctant to even look at you after a wedding night fueled by desire and aphrodisiacs. As new players enter the stage, you learn more about your husband's past and find love…in more places than one.
summary: streetracer!caleb is working on his car while you watch, looking sexy as always. it gives you the idea to fake a problem with your car so that he'll work on it and you can watch, it ends with caleb giving you head on the hood of your car!
content: smutish? oral, you recieving!!
wc: 2,024
a/n: i don't know anything about cars so if the car stuff in this is wrong i'm sorry!!! all i know is caleb being a mechanic is HOT!!! sue me! theres no street racing in this. lmk if theres any issues pleaseee, and minors dni
this is a repost, originally posted sometime in september 2026
oil change!
caleb was working on his car in his garage while you sat and talked to him. well, caleb was doing most of the talking, you were ogling your boyfriend of two months. how were you supposed to not? he was bent over the front of his car working on something under the hood, holding a tool- a wrench maybe- and wearing a white tank top with gray sweatpants.
he rambled on about something to do with the cars engine having an issue after the race he lost the night prior, but his fingers searching across the engine had your thoughts drifting. rough fingertips traced parts of the engine the same way he'd trace up your thigh. the same way he would run it over your hardened nipples. and definitely the same way he would circle your sensitive clit to send you over the edge, the drag of his rough fingers enough to leave you devastated in their wake.
"what do you think babe?" you're snapped out of your fantasies by calebs curious tone of voice. you flush slightly, realizing you have no idea what his question could have possibly been.
"uhmm, i think that you're being awfully distracting, caleb." you cross one leg over the other in the spinny chair you're in, pressing your thighs together to try and stop the heating between them before it gets too far.
caleb smirks and turns to you, leaning against the car. "were you ogling me? i feel scandalized."
"oh please, like you weren't staring at my ass earlier when i went up the stairs." you scoff, rolling your eyes.
"you were walking in front of me, its not my fault your ass was at eye level." your boyfriend says around a laugh as he walks towards you, gently gathering some of your hair up on one side of your head, scratching at your scalp.
you lean into the touch, "hmm. is that why you waited for me to go up the stairs first then?"
caleb gasps and feigns annoyance. "of course not! i waited for you to go up first because i'm a true gentleman, not because i had ulterior motives. you act like im a filthy animal."
your hands rest on his waist, nails digging into his flesh snd pulling him closer as you respond, eyes dark as you look up at him. "you and i both know that you definitely are a filthy animal, caleb. theres no point in pretending otherwise. you're disgusting."
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the next afternoon you stand in your boyfriends garage, staring at your car dumbly. you decided to take matters into your own hands to get your boyfriend looking all hot and dirty- pretending something was wrong with your car. was it childish? yes. was it going to be absolutely worth it to see caleb sweaty and dirty, getting frustrated that he cant find a problem that doesn't exist? also yes.
"calebbbbb?" you call in a whiny voice, summoning the man in question almost immediately.
"yes baby? why are you hanging out in the garage?" caleb questions, stretching his arms above his head as he approaches, his shirt riding up and exposing his lower abs and v line.
you swallow as you stare at the skin. it appears the show has already started and you deem yourself an absolute genius for hatching up this plan.
"theres something wrong with my car. its making a noise and i'm afraid it'll blow up if i drive it, and i definitely don't want to blow up." you pout, trying your best to look upset.
caleb hums and nods, "ahh, so you want me to be in danger of blowing up while fixing your car. what kind of noise is it making? ill take a look at it for ya."
"uhmm..." you think, trying to rack your brain for what noise your car could possibly have been making due to its imaginary problem. "it was sort of like.. uh, dadadadada, but also squeaking?"
"...huh. okay." calebs brows knit together in confusion, thinking. those sounds didn't exactly go hand in hand often, but he knew it was an older car, so maybe it had multiple issues?
"sounds like its a fan belt and maybe a drive shaft issue. dont worry your pretty little head, i'll get it figured out." caleb smiled and kissed your forehead before heading over to your car.
his good mood didn't last long. caleb was getting frustrated because not only did he not find an issue with the fan belt or the drive shaft, but he wasn't finding any issues at all. well, besides the oil being low, but that wouldn't cause the issues she described. he was currently laying under her car emptying the cars oil into a pan while thinking about how to nicely ask her if she was positive her car was having issues. while laying there, he heard slight shuffling and saw his girlfriend laying down on her stomach parallel to the side of the car, staring at him. he blinked in confusion, "hey whats up, and why are you laying on the floor?"
she smiled and rested her chin on her palm, "im just watching you work. just making sure you aren't in danger of blowing up from my car."
"mmmmh. speaking of your car, look i dont mean to sound like every misogynistic male mechanic but are you absolutely sure the noises you heard came from your car?" he questions you while screwing the bolt back on to your cars oil drain.
you go silent as you think of how to lie out of this one, when he pushes out from beneath the car, giving you a look that he knows what youre doing. "your car is perfectly fine, isn't it? are you trying to punish me for something?"
caleb stood up and rounded the car, beginning to put oil back in it under the hood.
you stand and approach, sighing as you know you've been caught "its not a punishment at all. i just wanted to watch you get all like... this." you gesture up and down him, caleb raising an eyebrow.
"all like this? what, you like me sweaty and messy with oil on my hands?" he puts the cap back on the oil container and sets it on the ground, closing the cars hood and turning his attention to you.
you nod and look caleb up and down slowly, biting your bottom lip as you see just how good he looks with the oil on his fingers and his veins popping out of his arms.
"if all you wanted was some attention all you had to do was ask, you didn't have to conjure up a fake problem with your car." caleb chuckled and beckoned you towards him with two fingers.
you sigh and walk towards him. "sorry, in hindsight that wasn't the best- ah, caleb!" you yelp as he lifts you up and sets you on your cars hood, pushing your thighs apart so he can stand between them. the oil that was on his fingers left spots behind on your thighs from where he grabbed you.
"is car oil even safe to be on skin??" you question, looking up into calebs dark eyes.
he leans forward and kisses and nips at your neck, mumbling. "oh, so you suddenly care about the oil? you didn't seem to mind it when you wanted it all over me."
you sigh in pleasure, tilting your head to the side so he has more of your neck to mark up. the oil is suddenly the least of your concern. your fingers grip the hair at the nape of his neck, other hand gripping his bicep and pulling him closer so you can wrap your legs around his waist.
caleb chuckled against your neck and licked a stripe up it to your ear, leaving a mark there before pulling away and pulling your thighs apart again. "did you have your fun watching me try so hard to find the solution to your problem? did watching me get you all wet?"
he hiked up your shorts and cupped you through your panties, humming when you sighed and arch up into his hand. "filthy girl, sitting there in your own mess watching me work for you."
caleb gave you a quick sloppy kiss before sinking down to his knees and pulling you to the edge of the car hood, your clothed cunt eye level for him now.
you bite your lip and prop yourself up so you can lean back a bit, staring down at the man between your legs who was peeling off your shorts, oil staining the fabric.
caleb pressed his tongue flat against your panties, licking up it and leaving an open mouthed kiss to where your clit was under the fabric.
"if this is what you wanted all you had to do was ask, surely you know how giving i am." he spoke softly, hooking his fingers under the sides of your panties and pulling them off, letting them drop to the garage floor.
you gasp as the cold air hits your exposed skin. "but then i won't get to have you like this." you protest, caleb tutting.
"like what? covered in oil? sweaty and frustrated?" his tongue teased over your dripping folds, parting them gently.
you whine quietly, pressing your hips forward greedily. "all of it. i want you like this more often."
caleb gripped one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, a handprint of oil marking the skin, he moved closer towards your heat.
"ah, so you just enjoy being a brat then, thats it." he looked up at you from between your thighs, smirking before pressing his lips and tongue to your cunt.
your eyelids close partially from the pleasure, watching him as he eats you like he's eating a delicacy.
"mmmhh.. caleb." you moan and start to grind against his mouth. you whine in frustration when you feel one of his hands press between your hips, holding you in place, the oil spreading across your lower torso.
he hums against you, the vibrations against your cunt making you moan softly, clenching around his tongue before he pulls it out. "stay still. greedy girls don't get what they want." his voice was rough and commanding, his eyes even more so. they were dark and would have pinned you in place even without his hand holding you down.
you swallowed and mumbled out an agreement, whimpering as he pushed his tongue back into you, gently rubbing your clit with one of his clean knuckles so the oil wouldn't get on you from his fingers.
you reach down to grip his hair as he devours you, pulling his face closer.
caleb looks up at you, dark eyes meeting your own. he sees your flushed cheeks and chest rising and falling faster, circling your clit faster and sucking at your cunt, knowing you're close. your juices collect on his lips and drip down his chin.
as your moans get louder and more frequent he hums against you and presses his knuckle onto your clit, applying the pressure that causes you to gasp and shatter against him, your hips rolling yourself against his mouth before you can stop yourself.
caleb gently cleans the mess you made by licking the juices from your cunt, your inner thighs, his lips, and finally licking up your slick that ended up on the hood of the car beneath you.
you watch him, panting, and remove your shaking hand from his hair. "thanks for the oil change, babe. how often do you need to do that?"
caleb smirks and helps you down off of your car and onto the garage floor, redressing you gently with your damp panties and oil stained shorts.
"your oil needs changed every 6 months, but i'll eat you out on your car everyday if i can help it. i'll even get oil on myself just for your enjoyment." he brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, leaving behind a streak of oil.
"lets get you in the shower, get all that oil off of you."
a/n pt 2: i'm still learning to write smut and i don't feel great about it in this, SO if its bad and you have any tips or feedback pls let me know!! i also feel like caleb is ooc in this omg im sorry💔
"slow down." his glassy eyes narrow at you in concern. "youll hurt yourself."
you can never take all of him. every time you try, he stops you short. denies you those last few inches.
inches of his swollen length that spread your walls wiiiide as they can go. when you sink on him, take the weight of him up to your stomach—you can’t help craving the rest of him—the depth he keeps just out of reach.
not today, though. the fat head of his cock slots itself right against your cervix, momentarily blinding you. "ha-ah! ngh zayne..." you feel him nudging the back of your throat somehow.
"s'deep mmmhh." you've never slurred before. but again, when have you not made a mess of yourself on his cock.
"are you—hah—alright?" he tries to keep his eyes from rolling back from the way the untouched few inches of your gummy walls squueeeze him.
you pull his hand to your stomach, guiding his fingers to the faint outline of him beneath your navel.
the moment he feels it, his arm tightens around you. he lifts your hips just enough to draw back an inch. the emptiness tears a broken whine from your throat.
"it's better if we don't jump into this prematurely." he tells you. and it's true. partially. before you can retort, his thumb finds your clit as distraction.
because if he doesnt do this, he knows he's going to shoot a load right up your womb.
xavier didn’t like jerking off. it wasn’t that he hated it, he just never really saw the point when he had you. in elevators, parked cars, half asleep after long shifts—loving you had become second nature to him, desire a steady flame that never dimmed between the two of you.
distance, unfortunately, made everything harder. most assignments only kept one of you away from linkon for a few days at a time, but there was always the possibility of longer deployments. weeks apart led to missed calls and rushed conversations at ungodly hours of the night.
still, the two of you handled it better than most people would’ve. there was trust there—an understanding that work had to come first sometimes.
even so, the longer xavier went without seeing you, the worse his messages became.
a single complaint about your day would earn you a voice message so filthy it left you staring at the ceiling afterward, heat creeping up your neck as his sleepy voice promised exactly what he’d do to you once he got home.
the videos were somehow worse because xavier didn’t even have to try to ruin you. he’d send careless little clips filmed from dim hotel rooms, silver hair still damp from the shower, exhaustion softening his features while he spoke to you in that low, honey-smooth voice like you were sitting right in front of him.
sometimes he wasn’t even doing anything explicit, just looking into the camera was enough to make your stomach twist. it should’ve been illegal for someone to look that beautiful while asking if you missed him.
those thoughts circled your head tonight as you reread the messages he’d sent throughout the day.
7:03am
miss u starlight.
7:05am.
two blurry selfies, his face streaked with dust and exhaustion.
and finally, hours later:
couldn’t get u off my mind.
attached was a video, thumbnail of his abdomen catching your breath before you even pressed play.
the clip opened shakily, xavier fumbling with his phone before setting it down somewhere next to the bed. once satisfied, he leaned back into frame, pale skin glowing softly beneath the muted hotel lighting.
his cheeks were flushed faintly pink. “my star…” he sighed, voice rough with exhaustion. the sound alone sent heat rushing through you.
he dragged a hand slowly down his chest, head tipping back against the pillows as though even speaking took effort.
“can’t sleep properly without you here.”
his hand dipped lower, moving beneath the band of his pants to palm his growing bulge.
something about his confession felt more intimate than anything else he could’ve said. you watched with burning cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut, soft breaths filling the quiet room while he whispered your name under his breath like a prayer.
“so hard for you angel, miss that pretty mouth”. you lowered your own hand beneath your panties, fingers dipping into your wetness as you watched him stroke his cock.
your clit throbbed when he whined your name, the hand on his cock speeding up while the other one roamed his torso.
he pursed his lips in a failed attempt to calm his breathing, a moan spilling from his throat as spurts of cum shot from his cock. you continued to circle your sensitive nub, reaching your own climax as you watched his face contort with pleasure.
by the time the video ended, your heart was pounding hard enough to hurt.
your phone buzzed again with another message.
wish I was there to see Ur pretty face.
your cheeks burned instantly.
before you could even think of a response, three little dots appeared on the screen.
gonna fuck U so good when i’m back my star.
you stared at the message for several long seconds before burying your face into your pillow with a groan.
TW. dryhumping kinda idk his thang out, i think that’s it! saw twt porn that made me think of caleb so…HERE TAKE IT! DAMN!
ever since the two of you made it official, caleb hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. in the car, at work, across restaurant tables during dinner—everything about you drives him insane. maybe it’s because he spent so long wanting you, waiting for you, that now he can’t stop himself.
so when he comes home to find you standing at the sink in one of his shirts, quietly washing dishes like you belong there, something in him snaps.
“fuck, pips…” caleb groaned, hands tightening around your hips as he dragged you back against him, letting you feel just how hard he was beneath his uniform. a shudder ran through him when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in deep. “smell jus’ like me,” he mumbled, grip bruising when he realized you’d used his body wash.
“c-caleb, wait…” your words dissolved into a soft gasp as he tipped your head back and kissed you hard. he hastily undid his belt, freeing himself from his pants just to continue rutting against you.
“can’t baby, been waiting so long already.” he braced both hands against the counter on either side of you, forehead falling against your shoulder as warm breaths fanned across your spine.
the desperation in his voice chipped away at whatever resolve you had left. you slowly pushed back against him, earning a low curse under his breath. “that’s it,” he groaned. “fuck… jus’ like that.”
you felt his hands hold your waist as he tried to steady himself, already trembling with how close he was. “gonna cum for me, colonel?” you teased softly, “can feel how close you are.”
the sound he made was somewhere between a moan and a strangled groan as pleasure finally overtook him. he whispered your name like a prayer, breathing uneven as he tried to ride out the overwhelming rush of it. even afterward, he stayed wrapped around you, pressing lazy kisses against your neck while he caught his breath.
“so good to me,” he murmured against your skin. “love you so much, baby.”
you barely had time to laugh before he hooked an arm beneath your legs and lifted you effortlessly into his arms. he grinned at the squeal you let out, already carrying you toward the bedroom.
Zayne isn't holding back in the slightest, not that you're complaining. His pace is mean as he fucks you from behind, your back arched prettily for him with one hand planted on it to keep you down.
Perhaps you'd pushed it too far this time, sending various pictures of you in lingerie while he was on his business trip and not listening when he'd gotten home and told you to strip.
But he was fucking you, and that's what matters.
"Z-Zayne! It-it feels-fuck!" The pleasure makes it hard to think, his tip hitting just right every time he bottoms out. But just when you're about to beg for a little more, you feel it. That familiar warmth of his cum filling you.
In your shock, you barely notice him pull out. His hand leaves your back, and you turn around, confused and still throbbing with need. He doesn't say a word, but there's a flicker of pride, the same kind that always shows after he'd punished you.
The tears come before you realize, and your hand is quick to grab him, pulling to keep him on the bed.
"N-no Zayne please please I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for teasing I-I'll be good! I'll be good I promise please-please don't leave me like this." You whine, holding his face close and pressing soft kisses along his jaw and throat, nails desperately digging into his arms. He sighs, as if debating, his hand gently stroking your back.
"You promise to behave?" He whispers in your ear, lips trailing down your neck. You whimper in response, doing your best to nod. He hums once more, and comes to a decision.
