⋆˙⟡ FREAK ★ LIKE ★ ME !? ࿐
about ♱ finding out the lads men are freakier than you… or are they?
pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]
content warning ♱ dom/sub dynamics, light bdsm, spank¡ng, filming, oral (m. receiving), slight exhibitionism, car sēx, teasing, degradat¡on, heavy praise, dacryphilia, creamp¡es, squirt¡ng, free use, throat fking, coming untouched, use of kitten in sy’s bc i fw it heavy hehe— MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ we’re so young, we’re so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 👅 or whatever nct dream said. this is based on the lyrics of freak by doja cat! feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
FREAK LIKE……?
#RAFAYEL: TIED HIM DOWN TO MY QUEEN BED, TEASE HIM JUST ENOUGH TO HATE ME!
ever since the two of you got together, you’ve had this lingering, wicked little fantasy about rafayel–him tied up, completely at your mercy. it crossed your mind more often than you’d like to admit, flashes of his wrists bound while you toyed with him slipping into your head at any given moment, leaving you wet and restless.
but that’s all you figured it would ever be. a daydream you indulged in now and then. rafayel was far too good, too soft, to actually go for something like that.
that was until he came to you with a coil of pale pink rope one day and asked, with a shy smile on his face, “wouldn’t it be fun to try something new… liiiike tying each other up?”
and now?
now rafayel hates himself. he hates the way his stomach fluttered when he first saw the rope and immediately thought of you. he hates that he agreed to be tied up first without a second thought. but more than anything, he hates you. because his typically sweet, angelic princess? she’s not as sweet as he thought. no, she’s cruel. merciless. teasing him in a way that makes him burn for you, and it’s driving him up a wall.
“untie me,” he pants, hands in fists as his wrists are bound to the bed frame. you just giggle and shake your head, your own hand wrapping around his gorgeous, crimson flushed cock that’s covered in his previous load of cum. his eyes widen and breathing quickens, “please, cutie… p-please untie me.” he begs as a last resort, as if it’ll change your mind.
but it won’t.
especially not with the way he twitches back to life in your palm, dick hardening just as fast as he came the first time.
this is 10x better than you’d initially imagined. your boyfriend looks so pretty… so helpless. you almost feel cruel when the tears start to stream down his face, but your pussy says otherwise when it clenches around nothing.
your hand practically turns into a fleshlight, stroking him up and down and up and down, using his cum as lube and he’s just pathetic.
“puh– fuck, fuuck–” he whimpers, bucking into your tight grip. “st-stop, wait!”
you hum, “your mouth says one thing, but your body says another. what’s it gonna be, pretty boy?” you slow to a teasing pace, sliding your hand all the way up to the mushroom head and using your thumb to swipe over his messy slit repeatedly. “you want me to stop or keep going?”
he pulls on the restraints and you can see the rope burning against the skin on his wrists. “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whimpers again, voice cracking with each syllable. “b-baby, ‘s too– oh my fuck– too much!”
shaking your head, you tsk at him and pull your hand away. you hear his shocked gasp–almost like he can’t believe you did that. his length springs around, twitching, throbbing and begging for more.
he can’t seem to catch his breath but he looks at you like a little puppy that had his food taken away from him. he pouts, lip wobbling and your sopping wet cunt clenches again. “w-why–”
“i asked you a question, raf.” you say, tone flat. “do you want me to stop? or do you want me to keep going? it’s your choice.”
and rafayel curses you for this. he doesn’t want to submit to you, but his body aches– his cock aches. he needs it. you. more. he’ll take it.
so he nods, voice cracking when he says through gritted teeth, “k-keep going.” and he sounds so broken and defeated when he utters out a hushed beg. “please…”
a diabolical smile etches into your lips when you catch the burning embers in his eyes. he’s furious that you’ve put him in this position– that much you can see. but you also know the truth. he needs you more than his pride. if getting to cum for you means he has to swallow said pride, then so be it, but you know your rafayel. you know resentment twists tight in his chest. you can see his grinding teeth and the tight set of his jaw… your revenge is coming. you don’t let it stop you, though. your hand wraps tight around the base of his twitching cock and you pump him up and down, over and over with ease and you bask in the sweet, melodic moans and the sight of him tugging at the rope. and you squeeze every little drop of cum out of your darling boy.
#ZAYNE: I AIN’T AFRAID OF A LITTLE PAIN!
the first time zayne slapped your ass, you thought it was an accident. that maybe, just maybe he had gotten a little too into it.
the second time, you were skeptical because as soon as you squeaked in surprise, you heard a moan of his own and felt the way his cock twitched wildly inside of you.
the third time was when you baited him and you fully realized your boyfriend got off on spanking you.
zayne had one of those days at work– you could tell the moment he walked in. his shoulders were drawn up tight, his answers clipped down to single words, his whole body strung taut. even when you leaned in to kiss him, he didn’t soften. he stayed rigid, wound far tighter than usual.
so you offer yourself to him. tell him he can use you how he likes to help alleviate all of his pent up stress and anger.
you make it clear you can take it, that he doesn’t have to hold back or treat you delicately like he always does. and zayne believes you. he can see it in your eyes, the absolute certainty– 110% sure this is what you want.
and really, who is he to say no?
he had you bent over his lap in record time, pulling your leggings down till they bunched up at your thighs. your excitement was already showing, slick arousal creating a wet spot on your cotton panties.
he lets out a shaky breath and you feel his hard cock throbbing as it’s pressed into your tummy. “let me know if it’s too much, okay? don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
there’s a smile in your voice when you respond. “i’m not afraid of a little pain, zaynie. do whatever you want to me.”
he curses under his breath, rough palm smoothing over your ass, squeezing the fat every so often.
“then count for me.”
you furrow your eyebrows in perplexity but before you can ask what for, you feel his hand strike against your left cheek— hard enough to leave a red hand print and a sting in its wake. all you can do is gasp for breath and widen your eyes in shock.
then he does it again, right cheek this time and you moan. “did you hear me?” he asks, voice hard and stern. “i said, count.”
“y-yes, ‘m sorry,” you whimper, the damp spot on your underwear spreading. at this rate, you’ll be leaking down your thighs by the time he’s done with you. “one.”
“good girl,” he says, and you wiggle in his grasp, pussy aching at the gentle praise. he quickly puts an end to your squirming by spanking you again. “don’t move.”
“fuck, t-two,”
he groans when you arch your back and sob into the couch at the next strike, moaning ‘three’ into the cushion. “is this turning you on, sweetheart?” slap. “letting me take my stress out on you like this?” slap.
you don’t even bother counting anymore, nodding your head with fervor and mewling out, “l-love it– ah!” another strike to your ass makes you squeal. “pl-please, zayne! please fuck me, ‘m so… fuck, ‘m– god, need you s’bad, please.”
zayne can’t help but moan at your shameless state, one hand slipping under your ruined cotton panties and feeling your wet pussy. his cock twitches with more interest when he pulls his fingers back and examines how they shine with slickness. how, when he pulls his fingers apart, they stay connected with a sting of your syrupy arousal.
how could his girl like getting spanked so much?
but the real question that needs to be asked is, why is he about to bust a load in his slacks when you turn to look at him and he sees those pretty, red rimmed eyes?
he revels in your whines and begs for more, breath hitching and stomach knotting up. he can’t help himself– spanking you again and again and again, the sounds of claps and sobs bouncing off the walls of the living room and shooting straight to his throbbing, achy cock. until–
he grabs your stinging ass with his hand, squeezing at your flesh and he moans. his head lolls back, adams apple bobbing as he thrusts up against you. the tightrope in his tummy just… snaps.
did he just…?
you sniffle, confused at his sudden halt. “wh-why did–” and you feel him– the warm wet spot on his pants. then you gasp, “zayne…”
he’s panting, slightly mortified, but he attempts to calmly say, “don’t.”
he says it like a warning. like if you tease him, he’ll destroy you.
you know this, and you say it anyway.
“did you just… cum from spanking me?”
#XAVIER: WHEN I MADE A LITTLE MESS ON IT, HE TOLD ME TO CLEAN MY ACT UP!
xavier always had a knack for making you fall apart on his cock. it was simple, really. it didn’t matter what position you were in, whether you were getting fucked from behind or sinking down his cock, you were always a mess by the end of it.
and xavier? he finds it absolutely adorable that he has this effect on you. he never teases you for squirting all over him or for coming undone the second he bottoms out.
but when his mean streak slips through… he’s almost unrecognizable.
like now, for example, you’re riding him into oblivion, but it’s so very obvious that you’re the one getting fucked here. he’s thrusting his hips up, snapping them to meet yours because you just can’t seem to go as fast as you want to on your own. and he knows you like the back of his hand. he knows you’re wanting more, needing more.
his hands clamp firmly around your hips and he stares up at you with lidded eyes and a lazy, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “such a needy girl,” he pants out, teasingly. “thought you said you could take it, hmm? feels like ‘m doing all the work.”
you throw your head back at this, feeling him hit your sweet spot with every sharp thrust. “xavieee,” you whine, dragging out his name. “‘m cumming– gonna make a mess.” it’s a warning, but xavier takes it as a challenge.
his thumb immediately finds your clit, rubbing the neglected bud with newfound quickness. “do it.” he demands and you don’t waste a single second, pussy gushing as you come undone.
but he’s not done. you may be spent–wrung out and trembling– but xavier is far from it. contrary to belief, his stamina is unparalleled when it comes to sex.
which is why he’s pulling you off of his lap and chuckling at the sight of his sheen drenched cock and abdomen.
“you did make a mess,” he says as a matter of factly. “you’ll clean it up, though. won’t you, baby?”
you give him a broken nod, fucked absolutely stupid. the next thing you know, your head is on his stomach and your lips are wrapped tightly around his dick– the very same that’s coated in your arousal.
you taste the tangy essence that belongs to you and moan around him, the sound vibrating through his body. a low groan slips from his lips as his hands come down, brushing your hair back– only, they don’t move away. they stay there, holding you in place. when they finally move, he’s pushing you further down his cock till he hears you gag and feels your throat constrict around his tip.
“that’s it, honey. take it, just like that– fuck,” he groans out soft, encouraging words, guiding you up and down. “can you taste yourself on my cock? huh?”
you hum in agreement, attempting to nod, but his grip on your head is strong.
“i hope so– i mean, you made such a big mess,” he says, a lilt in his voice. “soaked me so well… my messy baby.” all of a sudden, he pushes you so far down that your lips meet the base of his length. he holds you there like he’s training your throat to memorize the shape of him. “you gotta clean all of it up now. good girls clean up after themselves, don’t they?”
you splutter and splutter, bubbles of saliva forming around him while tears rush to your eyes. your hand shoots to his thigh and you grip him tightly, nails biting into the thick muscle.
“fuck, you’re so good,” he pants wildly, hissing softly when you continuously swallow around him. “you’re s-such a good girl.”
he pulls you back up and you’re coughing and gasping with drool pooling out your mouth and salty tears running down your flushed face. with your throat raw you rasp out his name and he releases you.
you glance back at him, eyes wide, catching the way his pupils are blown dark. his chest heaves with every breath, rising and falling too fast– and you know he’s close. the sight only makes you want to push him further.
“keep going, you’re not done.” he says, soft and demanding.
and you’re not used to this version of xavier– the xavier that makes you take it. the xavier that makes lick his abdomen clean while you stroke his cock. the very same xavier that calls you a messy girl and his good girl in the same breath, but it has your achy, battered cunt leaking and begging for more.
and when he’s finally cumming, shooting his load all over your hand and face, you clean up his mess then too.
#CALEB: FREAK LIKE A TRIPLE XXX FLICK!
as much as caleb wanted you with him in skyhaven, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave linkon– not when you were needed as a hunter. it meant your time together was always fleeting.
and so, every stolen moment was spent tangled up in his massive king bed or your small full sized one, holding each other close. sometimes you talked about the next time you’d meet again, and sometimes… you didn’t need words at all.
but caleb hates the distance more than he’ll ever admit. his fist is nothing like your warm cunt and he can’t keep getting off to just the thought of you– he can’t. he needs to hear your voice. needs to see your pretty face when he’s cumming all over his hand and stomach.
then he gets an idea while you’re over in skyhaven one weekend: “what if we made a sextape?”
and caleb feels the need to beg you for it, as if you wouldn’t agree with a pretty, bright smile. “it’s just so hard without ya, y’know?” he mumbles. “please, baby. i always wake up thinkin’ about you ‘n i can’t do anything about it because you’re not here ‘n i need you–”
you cut him off with a sweet giggle,“caleb, breathe.” your eyes glimmer with mirth. “let’s do it.”
he groans out i love you’s and peppers kisses all over your face, eternally grateful to have such an amazing girl all to himself.
and now, with his phone propped up against one of his model airplanes, he’s pounding into you with vigor spewing out the nastiest words– things you’ve never ever heard him say before and you think the camera deals a great amount of influence on his behavior.
“yeah, pips, look into the camera f’me. watch how i fuck this pretty pussy open, watch how you take this fuckin’ dick like you own it.” he says breathlessly, hands pinning your thighs back to your chest.
you turn your head to look at your body being defiled by his. you watch how he practically turns you into his personal fleshlight, fucking you like he’s making you memorize the shape of his cock and it makes you clamp tightly around him.
“my pretty girl is such a slut for my cock, isn’t she?” he laughs and there’s an edge of mania in the sound. his hand moving to your face and turning your attention back to him. “say ‘i love it, caleb,’”
your face burns hot in mortification, but you oblige and stutter out, “l-love it, caleb.”
he hums proud, his cock throbbing as he slams in and out of you. “know you do, baby. now tell me what i wanna hear, yeah? say it loud and clear.”
you know he wants to hear those three little words. everytime you’ve told caleb you love him during sex, he loses his mind. his stomach knots up, his brain turns off and all he knows is you, you, you.
so you give him what he wants like you always do. like his good girl.
“i l-love you– fuck– caleb!”
he shakes his head and leans in closer, hushed words fanning your face, “nu-uh, again. say it like you mean it.”
you do. you say it as steady as possible, words spoken with your chest. “i love you, caleb!”
he moans, grip on your thighs tightening while he fucks into the spot that turns you to mush every time without fail. “that’s it, baby. one more time for the camera, make it count. say it while you cum all over caleb’s cock.”
you turn your head, taking in your disheveled state. with your brows furrowed and tears in your eyes, you notice how your body is bent in the nastiest mating press while caleb fucks you like a machine on the highest setting, like he’s desperate for it.
you moan out the words this time as your orgasm washes over you, “i love you, caleb, love you, love you s’bad.” you repeat his name like a mantra, as if it’s the only word you’ll ever know.
he moves your head back again and waits for you to open your eyes before he says it back, “and i love you. so fuckin’ much, baby.”
you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, pulling him close and smashing your lips against his. you swallow all of his gasps and moans while he rams himself deep inside of you and lets thick ribbons of cum paint you white.
he collapses on top of you, his face finding solace in the crook of your sweaty neck, dick still semi hard in your messy cunt. after a few moments, he murmurs against your skin,
“wanna make another?”
#SYLUS: I COULD FUCK HIM IN THE RAIN, I COULD FUCK HIM IN THE RANGE!
it’s date night with sylus. you’re at this fancy restaurant– the best in linkon– walls covered in michelin stars and positive food reviews written by egotistical food journalists. you’re in a gorgeous dress, courtesy of your lavish boyfriend, of course, and you’re both starving.
but neither of you are looking at the luxurious (and expensive) plates on the table. no, the tension at your table is palpable and it’s obvious to your poor waiter that neither of you are hungry for the food, but each other.
he watches you like a predator sizing up his prey, while you look at him like you’re ready to make him a father. the tension only sharpens when you trail your heel up his leg, letting out soft moans after every bite. “mmph, it’s so good, sy.”
his eyes glint with amusement, that cocky smirk etched so deeply into his face it might as well be permanent. “playing with your food, kitten?”
you bite your lip, continuing to graze your foot up and down his leg. “it seriously is good… i dunno, though. i think i’m craving something else, sy…”
he suppresses a groan and immediately throws a few hundred dollar bills and a very generous tip on the table. you’re out of there before you get the chance to realize with his hand on the small of your back guiding you out of the restaurant with swiftness.
and your legs don’t stop until you reach his sports car where he presses you flush against the cool steel. he cages you in, looking handsome even under the harsh glare of the bright street lights then he finally speaks, voice ragged.
“you’ve been a tease all night, sweetie.”
and you nearly crumble right then and there. instead, you tilt your chin up, eyes twinkling with mischief as you meet his scarlet glare. “then do something about it.”
he answers with that low, rich laugh before offering a slow nod. suddenly, he’s closing the distance and his lips are on yours. his large hands cup your head and he deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth, turning you into a complete and utter mess. he kisses you like he’s trying to satiate his hunger.
you know he would’ve fucked you right there, out in the open, if you really wanted it, but the clap of thunder had other plans.
that’s how you end up in his lap, your mini dress bunched up around your waist, his hands gripping your hips to guide you as you ride him all the while the heavy rain drums against the car windows.
and, fuck, he’s so big– it takes everything in you not to completely lose your mind as he fills all your senses.
“sy– sylus,” you shudder, hands on his broad shoulder as your grip wrinkles his shirt. “fuck, sy, you’re so b-big.”
and his cock throbs at this admission.
“you can handle it, baby.” he declares, breathily. “you know just how to take my cock every time.”
you feel like he’s moving you with more haste, hands moving to your ass and squeezing at your supple flesh. he lifts you all the way up until it’s just his tip teasing at your hole then lets gravity take over, dropping you down till he’s bottomed out inside of you.
he groans softly, “you drive me crazy. almost like you wanted me to fuck you in the middle of that resturant.”
the thought of him taking you like that in front of everyone has your mouth running dry and your pussy clamping around him like a vice.
he chuckles, dryly. “you’d like that, though, wouldn’t you? look at you, you’re practically salivating at the thought of me fucking you in front of an audience… what am i going to do with you, kitten?”
you choke on a mewl, digging your nails into his shoulders. “fuh–fuck me harder, pl-please.”
you’re on the precipice of an orgasm and sylus isn’t as far behind as you think. his hands grasp you tighter, surely tight enough to leave your ass bruised. “as– hah! as you wish.” he nearly growls, meeting your hips half way and fully sheathing himself inside of you.
and you can taste your orgasm— the same way you can practically feel his cock in your throat. your body goes rigid above him, face scrunching up and moans getting louder as they compete with the pitter patter of the rain outside.
then you snap, creaming and shuddering above him with a cry of his name.
and it’s oh-so pretty to sylus. he can’t help but follow suit, thrusting into you until his warm seed fills you up. there’s just so much and you softly whine when you feel it spill out if you and gather at the base of his cock.
your limp, slumped over his body with his cock still wedged inside of you.
“can’t move.” you mumble into his neck, nuzzling your face against him.
he hums, rubbing a gentle hand over your back. “rest, sweetie. we’ll be back home before you know it.”
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