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lego date with (colourblind) Valko!

You were hard at work analysing the instructions for your mini project, an arrangement of lego flowers in a vase. You felt a thumb rub against the concentrated pout on your lips.

“Can I lend a hand here?” Valko asks, disregarding his own pile of unbuilt Marvel-related lego set. 

“Why don’t you build your own first?” You quip, sweeping your pile away from him with your hand. 

“It’s not as fun. Let me help!” 

“Fine! Fine, you can sort them out,” you wave him off, not wanting to deal with his whining any longer. Valko perks up immediately and pushes himself to lay stomach-down on the floor so he can get to work. 

You look back to the piles that Valko is constructing and you take the few pieces you need for the next step you’re on for building the vase. When you look back for more lego, your eyes narrow upon seeing that Valko is nowhere near organising the blocks.

“How are you sorting them?” You ask, your voice becoming a bit snappy when you catch Valko squinting his eyes between a red block and an orange block. 

“By colour?” He responds nonchalantly, putting both blocks into one pile with a bunch of other mixed reds, oranges and bits of green together. 

“The ones in this pile are red, orange and green.” 

“No they are not,” Valko says in disbelief. “These are all the same.” 

You can’t help but laugh at Valko’s genuinely flabbergasted tone. He almost sniffs at the lego as if the scent of them will help him decipher the colours as well. Your fingers pluck one orange block and one red block, and you show them off side by side in your palm to him. 

“This one is orange, and this one is red,” you explain. Valko is back to squinting hard at your palm.

He snaps his fingers when he comes to a conclusion.

“When I squint, this one is darker,” he says triumphantly, pointing to the red. 

“It must be hard being colourblind,” you state, making Valko’s shoulders slump slightly. With an exasperated sigh, he plops his head down onto your lap. His long body stretches out in your living room, surpassing the length of your floor rug. 

“So, so difficult,” he concedes. “I accept your condolences in head pats and free lego-building entertainment.” 

“Leave it to me,” you roll your eyes. You knew that you would end up on a one-man mission to obtain lego flowers anyway. 

In between your building, you turn your attention to patting and scratching Valko’s hair earning satisfied hums and very strong encouragement from your date.

[etherafayel]

I'm already reading Valko fanfics he fine asf I wanna know his lore 😍

[etherafayel]

UR JOKING WDYM HE GOT CANCELLED WE DIDN'T EVEN LEARN HIS BIRTHDAY

[etherafayel]

Bunny!Xavier feels very impatient wc. 1.2k

Bunny!Xavier who’s absolutely relentless when he’s fucking you. He usually has you in his favourite positions; knees pressed up to your chest, ass up face down, or straddling him with the illusion of control until he has you bouncing in his lap at his command. 

He doesn’t experience ‘heat cycles’, so he’s mostly trained himself to seek you out based on your ovulation cycle instead. Around that window of time, he becomes extra needy knowing that you would lean into any whim of his. 

It’s that time of the month for you, but you’re not home. Two weeks since you had sex with Xavier and there’s no doubt he’s getting impatient. His foot taps insistently on the ground when he’s sitting on the couch trying to watch TV. His nose twitches to any familiar scent of you floating around your bedroom. 

He steps into your shared space, splaying his hands against the mattress and slowly slides down against it until he’s laying down. A deep inhale comes from the bunny as he tries to absorb any smell of you that’s left against the sheets. 

“When is she coming home,” he sadly mumbles, face completely sunk into your pillow. All this waiting for you to come back is making him more restless. His cock strains against his shorts, causing his hips to absentmindedly rub up and down against the mattress for some friction. 

The thing that exudes your scent the most in his proximity is your pillow. It isn’t exactly his fault when he wedges it between his legs and continues rubbing up against it. His actions lead to him dry-humping your pillow, imagining that you were there under him, although something was missing. He wanted to hear your moans. He needed to feel your nails digging into his shoulders. But he kept humping anyway. 

He was so caught up in imagining your presence, he didn’t realise your actual presence in the room until his ears picked up the sound of you clearing your throat. 

“Ah, you’re back,” he says, backing up against the bed. His ears lower in embarrassment along with the slightly flushed hue in his cheeks.

“What’s the matter, bunny?” You ask him, practically stalking towards the bed. “Did you miss me?” 

His ears straighten along with his back. “How could I not?” He asks with his hands balled up into fists in his lap. You know for a fact that his cotton tail is flicking left and right from his sheer eagerness. 

“Kiss?” He beseeches, reaching out but only to graze his fingers against yours. The contact already feels electric.  

You lean down and place a kiss to his lips, he immediately pours his all into you. He pulls you closer, so you land right on his lap. His lips crash against yours. Although slightly chapped and bitten red from his previous activities, his kiss borders between controlled and gentle as his hands roam around your body.

His hands which were settled against your waist travel downward to grip your thighs. He uses them as a leverage to adjust you even closer to him. His hard-on pokes against your inner thigh, but he doesn’t do anything to ease himself yet. 

It’s until you’re laying down. Xavier’s hovering over you with his knee planted between your legs and a large hand cupping your breast over your shirt as his lips just slightly nip at your neck. Your hands are tangled into his hair, scratching lightly behind his ears and you can’t deny that the making out has started to make you wet. 

You move yourself slightly, his knee touches against your crotch. You grind down. Your clit rubs against his clothed leg, the friction sending buzzes of arousal throughout your pussy. Xavier’s tongue is tracing your collarbone. The more you speed up your movements, the damper you feel the fabric of your underwear get. 

Now you were the one fiending for more. You push Xavier down and take the lead over him, continuing your grinding but now against the strain in his pants. Your breaths mingle as your noses touch before you basically devour him for another kiss. 

Xavier catches the rhythm of your grinding and ruts against you in response. His movements were more rugged, more impatient. 

“What do you want? Tell me,” you whisper with a small nibble against his lips. 

“Do- Do something about this,” Xavier says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips. The insistent poke of his undeniable erection makes you gasp. You slid your hand beneath your pants, feeling how soaked you were just from grinding against him. 

You’re quick to undo his pants and watch his dick spring out, leaking a pearl of pre-cum from all that rubbing. His tip is blushing pink and veins are painfully visible with how much blood rushed south. 

Xavier groans. He really, gutturally reacted when you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and you gave it a pump. Up, down. Down, up. Twisting your wrist and feeling the solid girth of him pulsing wherever he was most sensitive. 

You feel his hand park on your backside, guiding your hips to grind against his thigh. You find pleasure in the small pattern that stimulates your clit, it doesn’t distract you from working your hand along his length either. 

You both were sopping wet from the teasing touches that definitely did something but just wasn’t quite enough. Xavier’s hands disappear down the waistband of your pants and you immediately feel two fingers prodding your entrance. The slide was incredibly easy, his fingers already lubed enough to go beyond knuckle-deep and the pads of his fingers pressed against your squishy inner walls. 

He didn’t have the patience to thrust his fingers any more than a few times before he was tugging the fabrics out of his way. You found yourself on your back again. 

Riipp.

“Xavier! You ripped my panties,” you chide him. 

Any further scolding was snatched from your throat when you felt Xavier pushing himself into. Unapologetic, full length hilted right up until his balls rested against your ass. You shuddered a gasp, clawing a handful out of his forearm. 

Inevitably, he scooped his hands beneath your knees and had them go as far up to your chest as you could and he thrust into you. Hard. Xavier’s never been the slow type when it came to finally getting the opportunity to sink his dick into your pussy, he treated every time like it was the last time you’ll ever let him. 

The bunny ruts into you. His hips move so fast they could become a blur, your body rocks with every slap of his cock to your g-spot. Your mouth falls agape when he tilts the angle and keeps at the viscous pace without faltering. He loved it when you were so wet your pussy gave way to accommodate him, fitting like a glove and milking him for everything’s he’s got. 

His lips are busy on your neck, marking your skin up as his territory. 

White hot flashes in your vision, your body trembles and you feel the buildup in your body finally ease when you hit your climax. Your thighs are drenched, there’s drool collected at the corners of your lips. 

Xavier slows down but keeps himself buried into you. You feel the heavy weight of him still pressed into your pussy like he’s a missing puzzle piece to your body. 

“That was good, bunny. Really good…” 

“Hm? Why are you talking like it’s over?” Xavier hums as he rolls your lax body over so you’re laying on your stomach. “I’m not done yet.”

[etherafayel]

jealous car sex with Zayne

It really shouldn’t have bothered Zayne this much. 

You’re his girlfriend. Undeniably and utterly just his. So why did it boil his blood whenever you were mistaken to be Caleb’s girlfriend?

There was the time when you had only just made it official and had not told anybody yet. Caleb had accompanied you for a check-up, when Dr Greyson and Dr Zayne passed by and spotted you only for Greyson to say something along the lines of, “hey, how are you and your girlfriend?” 

Zayne’s blood pressure visibly spiked at the casual assumption, but it was just slightly eased when you corrected Greyson and accepted his apologies for making the mistake. Your real boyfriend made it a point to link your fingers together throughout the conversation and press a kiss to your head before departing. 

He really snapped when it came to a work function of yours. What was originally supposed to be a proper introduction to your co-workers turned into a nightmare for Zayne. 

“Oh, your boyfriend is Zayne?” Tara asks, as sweet as ever. You can’t help but furrow your brows in confusion.

“Who did you think I meant when I told you ‘he finally asked me’ then?” 

“No offense, but I thought you were talking about Caleb. I’m so happy for you two though!” Tara quickly moves on from her first assumption. Although she expressed her genuine support for your new relationship, you noticed Zayne remained stiff and a bit distant towards her. 

“Boyfriend? I thought your boyfriend was that Caleb guy?” Nero asks, genuinely confused as he sips on some sparkling water and looks between you and Zayne. 

“Caleb is just someone I grew up with. Zayne is my partner,” you justify through clenched teeth. Zayne’s eyes haze over with that blank look again, the peculiar look that you recognise as your boyfriend doing his darndest not to react too rashly. 

Zayne politely excuses himself from the chat. You follow him, a bit dejected that your announcements of being together haven't gone as planned. 

“Why is everyone making the same assumption?” Zayne asks as you two find a corner. There’s stress evident between his brows and his lips are all chewed up from his restraint.

“I don't know, Zayne. I didn't expect this either,” you mumble, reaching out to hold his hands in yours. 

“It's that Caleb. He must be doing this on purpose,” Zayne almost seethes.

“That’s a bit of a reach–” 

Zayne is out of your sight before you can finish your sentence. He’s always been the type to prefer to process things by himself, he hovers over the drinks table and slowly warms up to you again by the end of the night. 

Your car windows are foggy, streaked with fingerprints from your desperate attempts to ground yourself as Zayne ravishes you. He’s already sitting in a seat that’s slightly reclined back with you straddling his lap, both of you already half undressed from the travel to the car. 

With the tiny break between your lips you manage to whisper, “let’s go home.” 

“We’re in the backseat. I believe we knew what this would come to,” Zayne murmurs, nose grazing the side of your neck. You couldn’t deny that you were a little excited by the thrill that came with the prospect of doing it in the car, but the rational side of you won for a second. 

“I know, but someone could see us.” 

Zayne looks at the fogged up window and the faint blur of the almost empty parking lot beyond the outside. 

“So? Maybe then they’ll get a good idea of who you chose to be with.” 

“They really pissed you off,” you say. You try to get something more out of Zayne, but he’s busy trailing his kisses down from your neck. He gets busier burying his face between your tits, pulling your bra out of the way and marking you up all over your chest. He leaves little sucks and licks all over your skin, littering red bite marks everywhere. 

His hand disappears down your panties, fingers expertly rubbing your clit until he can feel the slide become easier from your slick. 

“People should know I’m the one making you feel good,” Zayne rasps, pumping two fingers faster into your pussy. Warmth coils itself into your lower half, fingers curled into his hair as you’re completely snatched from words. 

He shifts his cock from the confines of his pants, tentatively moving your panties out of the way with his tip before sinking in with no warning. It makes you gasp more, but it isn’t unwelcome. 

“Say my name. How will you tell everyone who your boyfriend is?” 

Zayne’s hands are planted firmly at your hips, drilling into you repeatedly with no show of backing down. 

“Zay- Zayne! Zayne is!” You whimper in response. Your body slightly bounces in his lap with every upward thrust of his hips that drive his dick deeper into you. Your hand grips hopelessly at the door of the car, finding a pause at the panel. 

“That’s it,” he groans. 

Zayne’s cum spurts out, coating the insides of your pussy but he keeps his harsh pace consistent until you feel the uncoiling of warmth making you cum as well. 

His eyes drag appreciatively over your body. He then locks on where you both are conjoined, where his cum is leaking out of your pussy like a dam on the brink of collapse. 

“Jealousy is certainly an irrational reaction,” Zayne quietly admits, scooping up some of the liquid at the juncture of your thighs. 

“So you were jealous of Caleb?” 

He sighs. “Irrational,” he repeats. “For safe measures, you should sleep over at mine tonight.”

[etherafayel]

a tall fem!reader grinding on Sylus 😛

Sylus’s hands are planted over your hips, guiding the agonisingly slow movements of your lower half grinding against his own. 

There’s not much of a height difference between you and your boyfriend. You're only a couple inches shorter, and you find yourself towering over other couples you walk by. 

As someone on the taller end, you often had to settle for people shorter than you. One of the perks of your height difference is that clothes fit perfectly on your form. Sylus’s clothes are flowy but you aren’t drowning in the fabric. 

Naturally, that meant that you stole his clothes all the time.

That also led to moments like these when you feel your throbbing clit seeking the friction of his erection through the boxers that you decided to wear. 

Sylus had found you in bed, sprawled out in a tank top and a pair of his boxers. His brain practically short-circuited and he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. 

You crawled into his lap, whispering something about appreciating the comfort of his underwear. 

“I didn’t know there was a kitten going through my clothes,” Sylus says through gritted teeth. 

You didn’t bother taking his boxers off of yourself but were quick to tug the clothes off of Sylus instead. His cock sits beneath you as you rock yourself back and forth along his length, his low groans coaxing you to continue. 

The small beads of precum from Sylus’s erection help with the glide through the pair of boxers. You speed up your movements, feeling a small build-up in your abdomen from the grinding on his hard length. The sensations swirled around in your head and your rhythm became more languid. 

Warmth from Sylus’s large hands seeped through your shirt as his grip grew tighter. His cock repeatedly slid against your clit, the electric jolts making your body relax further in his hold. 

Sylus watches every turn of expression on your face with a quietly satisfied smirk of his own. His fingers absentmindedly tap at your waist and his cock is nestled between your thighs. 

“Don’t you want more?” You ask in a small exhale. 

“Only if you want, sweetie. I’m okay if you don’t.” 

His assurance makes you aroused all over again. You practically pounce, pushing him down against the bed with no promise that he’ll get to catch a break.

[etherafayel]

I'm already reading Valko fanfics he fine asf I wanna know his lore 😍

[etherafayel]

I hate when life gets in the way of writing fanfic.

[etherafayel]

your boyfriend Zayne doesn't have erectile dysfunction... but a jacob's ladder?! (college au where Zayne attends at the usual age)

Zayne was the last person who you expected to ever be spontaneous. You never thought of your boyfriend as the type to surprise you.

You were on his bed, kissing as usual. You two never really did anything more than that because you never wanted to tear Zayne away from his homework. You’ve only been together a year and a half and he has always backed away from intimacy. He told you that he had certain issues when it comes to getting it up. You fully understood his position, never questioned it, and continued to give him affection without expecting anything more. 

The kissing was getting really heated. His glasses were all crooked and foggy. His hand settled against your waist, guiding you down against the mattress.

“Wait. Aren’t you losing studying time right now?” You ask, knowing how particular Zayne is about how he spends his non-studying time. Zayne took this time to chuck his glasses onto the floor with a hint of aggression.

“I’d like to try… it,” he breathes out, flustered from merely mentioning it. You grab Zayne’s ears and tug him closer, making sure he isn’t messing with you.

“You’re serious? All of a sudden? But you told me you were having… issues…” 

Zayne shakes his head, his hands molding over yours against his face. 

He clears his throat, “I know what I told you. I assure you, it was for a reason you would never guess.” 

“Huh?” 

Now you’re confused. Zayne’s complexion was creeping close to being the colour of a tomato, like he just confessed the biggest secret he’s been keeping throughout this relationship. His fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“I’ll show you, just forget whatever I said about the issues. I want you,” Zayne says, almost in a whisper. All his rationale has been thrown out the window. 

Your lashes flutter, your hand pushing up to feel his chest. 

“Alright?"  

His lips crash onto yours. You both resume that heated kissing, your leg hooked around his waist and his hands roaming all over your body. The excitement of finally getting to hook up with your boyfriend was seeping into your actions, given by how quick you were to discard your own clothing while Zayne only got rid of his shirt. 

You finally break the kiss to look down at his pants, that are in the way of your further plans. They’re already zipped down, and only started to bunch up below his hips. 

After asking Zayne again for another confirmation and receiving an impatient nod, you drag them down and out of the way. 

That’s when your eyes widen.

“It- It’s unconventional, I know…” Zayne murmurs. 

“You’re telling me you never had limp dick but piercings instead?!” You exclaim, not believing what you’re seeing. 

“Can I…?” You ask, wanting so badly to touch him. He nods and you’re immediately on it. Encompassing his girth in your hand, giving it a slow stroke and feeling the small belt of ridges on the underside. You lift it a bit, surely enough you see four small curved barbells lined up along his length. 

“I couldn’t be intimate because they hurt. A lot,” Zayne explains, biting back a moan from your close inspection. He was getting increasingly harder from your touch.

“How long did they take to heal?” 

“Mine took a little longer, about 4 months. I wasn’t comfortable with doing anything until now. It has been… 7 months.” 

There’s so many things racing through your mind. You want to lick them, feel the texture of the piercings under your tongue. You want to feel what they would add if Zayne fucked you right now. You wanted to do so many things. 

Zayne hisses when he feels your tongue, hot and wet, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. You moan yourself when you feel the indents of the piercing barbells. It almost made him taste better somehow. 

You became addicted. Engulfing his length in your mouth, bobbing your head as your lips and tongue trace around his Jacob’s ladder. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to mediate the small pulse from between them. 

Zayne whimpers, his entire body trembles as you keep at it and he feels the heat rising in his stomach. You suck on the head before switching your attention to the underside, small moans of enjoyment telling Zayne you’re exactly where you want to be. 

But then he grabs the base of his shaft and guides it out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth…” Zayne confesses. 

You don’t have to hear any more from him. It’s almost unchaste how fast you were to undress and have Zayne hovered over your spread legs. He slowly drags his dick through your folds, making you feel the aligned piercings against your hot flesh. 

“I need it, need it so bad,” you basically babble. You wanted, no, needed to know what that would feel like inside you. 

Then he did. Slowly, languidly he begins thrusting. The metal, just a tad different in temperature to cock splitting you open, drags along your insides. It was a different sensation, something that made your body feel lighter. Your hands are practically trying to tear chunks out of his shoulders. 

“Is this enough?”

“More… more…” 

“More?”

Zayne increases his speed, driving deeper into you. You almost scream from how sudden it was. You meant to tell him it was more than enough, not ask for more!

Zayne’s thumb finds your clit, applying the right amount of pressure and drawing circles around the sensitive spot. He expertly brings you to the point where you’re unloading all over his cock,  you start wishing he would’ve gotten the piercing sooner. 

The first time with you really knocked the life out of him. You plan to really milk more from him in the near future, but for now you play around with his hair.

Zayne's fast asleep, a large human blanket slumped over your body. His fingers twitch every once in a while as your hands are intertwined.

[etherafayel]

Bunny!Xavier feels very impatient wc. 1.2k

Bunny!Xavier who’s absolutely relentless when he’s fucking you. He usually has you in his favourite positions; knees pressed up to your chest, ass up face down, or straddling him with the illusion of control until he has you bouncing in his lap at his command. 

He doesn’t experience ‘heat cycles’, so he’s mostly trained himself to seek you out based on your ovulation cycle instead. Around that window of time, he becomes extra needy knowing that you would lean into any whim of his. 

It’s that time of the month for you, but you’re not home. Two weeks since you had sex with Xavier and there’s no doubt he’s getting impatient. His foot taps insistently on the ground when he’s sitting on the couch trying to watch TV. His nose twitches to any familiar scent of you floating around your bedroom. 

He steps into your shared space, splaying his hands against the mattress and slowly slides down against it until he’s laying down. A deep inhale comes from the bunny as he tries to absorb any smell of you that’s left against the sheets. 

“When is she coming home,” he sadly mumbles, face completely sunk into your pillow. All this waiting for you to come back is making him more restless. His cock strains against his shorts, causing his hips to absentmindedly rub up and down against the mattress for some friction. 

The thing that exudes your scent the most in his proximity is your pillow. It isn’t exactly his fault when he wedges it between his legs and continues rubbing up against it. His actions lead to him dry-humping your pillow, imagining that you were there under him, although something was missing. He wanted to hear your moans. He needed to feel your nails digging into his shoulders. But he kept humping anyway. 

He was so caught up in imagining your presence, he didn’t realise your actual presence in the room until his ears picked up the sound of you clearing your throat. 

“Ah, you’re back,” he says, backing up against the bed. His ears lower in embarrassment along with the slightly flushed hue in his cheeks.

“What’s the matter, bunny?” You ask him, practically stalking towards the bed. “Did you miss me?” 

His ears straighten along with his back. “How could I not?” He asks with his hands balled up into fists in his lap. You know for a fact that his cotton tail is flicking left and right from his sheer eagerness. 

“Kiss?” He beseeches, reaching out but only to graze his fingers against yours. The contact already feels electric.  

You lean down and place a kiss to his lips, he immediately pours his all into you. He pulls you closer, so you land right on his lap. His lips crash against yours. Although slightly chapped and bitten red from his previous activities, his kiss borders between controlled and gentle as his hands roam around your body.

His hands which were settled against your waist travel downward to grip your thighs. He uses them as a leverage to adjust you even closer to him. His hard-on pokes against your inner thigh, but he doesn’t do anything to ease himself yet. 

It’s until you’re laying down. Xavier’s hovering over you with his knee planted between your legs and a large hand cupping your breast over your shirt as his lips just slightly nip at your neck. Your hands are tangled into his hair, scratching lightly behind his ears and you can’t deny that the making out has started to make you wet. 

You move yourself slightly, his knee touches against your crotch. You grind down. Your clit rubs against his clothed leg, the friction sending buzzes of arousal throughout your pussy. Xavier’s tongue is tracing your collarbone. The more you speed up your movements, the damper you feel the fabric of your underwear get. 

Now you were the one fiending for more. You push Xavier down and take the lead over him, continuing your grinding but now against the strain in his pants. Your breaths mingle as your noses touch before you basically devour him for another kiss. 

Xavier catches the rhythm of your grinding and ruts against you in response. His movements were more rugged, more impatient. 

“What do you want? Tell me,” you whisper with a small nibble against his lips. 

“Do- Do something about this,” Xavier says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips. The insistent poke of his undeniable erection makes you gasp. You slid your hand beneath your pants, feeling how soaked you were just from grinding against him. 

You’re quick to undo his pants and watch his dick spring out, leaking a pearl of pre-cum from all that rubbing. His tip is blushing pink and veins are painfully visible with how much blood rushed south. 

Xavier groans. He really, gutturally reacted when you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and you gave it a pump. Up, down. Down, up. Twisting your wrist and feeling the solid girth of him pulsing wherever he was most sensitive. 

You feel his hand park on your backside, guiding your hips to grind against his thigh. You find pleasure in the small pattern that stimulates your clit, it doesn’t distract you from working your hand along his length either. 

You both were sopping wet from the teasing touches that definitely did something but just wasn’t quite enough. Xavier’s hands disappear down the waistband of your pants and you immediately feel two fingers prodding your entrance. The slide was incredibly easy, his fingers already lubed enough to go beyond knuckle-deep and the pads of his fingers pressed against your squishy inner walls. 

He didn’t have the patience to thrust his fingers any more than a few times before he was tugging the fabrics out of his way. You found yourself on your back again. 

Riipp.

“Xavier! You ripped my panties,” you chide him. 

Any further scolding was snatched from your throat when you felt Xavier pushing himself into. Unapologetic, full length hilted right up until his balls rested against your ass. You shuddered a gasp, clawing a handful out of his forearm. 

Inevitably, he scooped his hands beneath your knees and had them go as far up to your chest as you could and he thrust into you. Hard. Xavier’s never been the slow type when it came to finally getting the opportunity to sink his dick into your pussy, he treated every time like it was the last time you’ll ever let him. 

The bunny ruts into you. His hips move so fast they could become a blur, your body rocks with every slap of his cock to your g-spot. Your mouth falls agape when he tilts the angle and keeps at the viscous pace without faltering. He loved it when you were so wet your pussy gave way to accommodate him, fitting like a glove and milking him for everything’s he’s got. 

His lips are busy on your neck, marking your skin up as his territory. 

White hot flashes in your vision, your body trembles and you feel the buildup in your body finally ease when you hit your climax. Your thighs are drenched, there’s drool collected at the corners of your lips. 

Xavier slows down but keeps himself buried into you. You feel the heavy weight of him still pressed into your pussy like he’s a missing puzzle piece to your body. 

“That was good, bunny. Really good…” 

“Hm? Why are you talking like it’s over?” Xavier hums as he rolls your lax body over so you’re laying on your stomach. “I’m not done yet.”

[etherafayel]

dad!sylus concerns himself with trying to catch his daughter's first milestone pure pure fluff and an emotionally whipped dad Sylus

You never took Sylus as the shutterbug type. He rarely ever appeared in or took any photos, the times he did were big occasions that you have hung up on the walls.

Your first anniversary, your promise rings, engagement, wedding, honeymoon. The little memories captured, framed and lined up along hallway and console tables. You were always the one handling the camera, trying to catch the joyful moments between you and your husband. 

There’s a recent addition to the photo collection. The birth of your daughter, a new family member who has singlehandedly changed the way you and Sylus view life itself.

Not only has she changed your status to parents, or unlocked a new protective side from the both of you but now Sylus has never put down a camera ever since you woke up again from giving birth.

Your daughter is laying on her back on her little playmat, a normal activity for a baby who’s only a few months old. Sylus however, is documenting the occasion as if she isn’t in this position everyday. 

“Come on baby… Roll over for papa?” Sylus tries to coax, camera rolling on his phone in one hand and his car keys jingling in front of her with the other. The baby reaches out with her small hands for the keys, making sounds of effort and kicking her legs to give the illusion she’s about to make a move.

“Yes, yes! All you have to do is turn your body. Turn your body,” he says slowly. He read once that repeated phrases are especially beneficial for a baby’s development and it’s all he does now. 

“Roll. Roollll…” 

The baby only laughs. Laughs like she’s finding her father’s attempts funny so she won’t do it. Sylus frowns. He’s been doing this every single day for about two months, trying his best to help his little girl finally move on her own. 

“You’ve been awfully energetic,” Sylus comments. He watches the pair of tiny legs kick at such a speed that her body starts sliding up the playmat. Sylus grabs a foot and tugs her back down to her original place.

“You could at least move this way,” he complains, gesturing a roll-over sign. “Instead of speeding away from me.” He places his phone down, now just sitting and staring at his daughter. 

Sylus grabs a banana, her favourite fruit. Even though she can only eat it mashed up, she still recognises the fruit in its true form. Her arms are outstretched as long as she can, not even a ruler’s length. 

“Nuh-uh. This is for papa,” he says softly, taking a bite from the banana. She lets out a small shriek for no reason, chewing on her balled up fists. Sylus could spend hours doing nothing but simply watching her move and look around with those eyes that she inherited from you. 

She rolls to her side, arms still outstretched. Then, like in slow motion, she tumbled over onto her stomach. 

Sylus freezes. He almost drops his banana.

“She did it… She did! Baby! You rolled over!” He cheered. You’d think he has just won an award or got a promotion. No, his little girl finally rolled over onto her stomach.

She lets out a cry of triumph, followed by delighted giggles when Sylus hoists her up and starts to celebrate the victory. 

You get a call.

“Our daughter has rolled over successfully today,” he reports, beaming.

“Oh, that’s amazing! Ugh, I hate that I wasn’t there to see it,” you groan, slumped over a desk succumbing to the paperwork.

“It’s fine, sweetie. You know I never put down my camera. I have–” he pauses when he realises. He had actually put it down.  “I didn’t get it on camera.”

Sylus looks at his daughter, the two of them blinking at each other as he comes to the realization. 

He picked up his camera and didn’t let go the entire next day until he caught her rolling over again. 

dad!Sylus is probably my fav genre of Sylus fanfics >:)

[etherafayel]

dad!Rafayel who gets his daughter to finally say dada... but only when she's angry. he's not pleased.

“Say dada!” 

“Mama!” 

“Da-da.”

“Mama.” 

Small grabby hands are aimed at Rafayel, who pouts and shakes his head adamantly at his daughter who has already seemed to pick a favourite parent.

“Noo, no cuddles or kisses until you call my name and not mama’s…” Rafayel murmurs, flicking a fine-detail paintbrush to the baby’s nose. She giggles at the ticklish sensation, reaching to itch her nose where the bristles had brushed against her skin. ‘Nose’ is actually an overstatement, because it’s barely a peak with two holes for breathing. 

“Say dada, baby. Please? For your old man?” Rafayel pleads, nuzzling his nose against her hair. All four of her limbs fly upwards as she grows restless of her father’s boring games to make her call him. 

“It’s easier to say than mama! I don’t understand,” he tries again.

“Mama! Mama! Mama!” She chants, like a little storm not willing to back down. Rafayel crosses his arms, trying to make it clear that he’s unhappy with the baby at the moment. 

After some more fussing, Rafayel concedes and lets her out of the bouncer. He melts at her little wordless demands, no matter how petty he might be feeling from not hearing ‘dada’ coming from her. 

The baby roams around the playmat, reaching for various toys to play with. Rafayel being the meanie he is, takes the plush toy and puts it further away from her every time she’s close to reaching it. With a whine of annoyance she glares at her dad before proceeding to crawl to the toy again. Rafayel moves it further. 

“Okay, okay, I won’t do it again,” he relents, putting his hands up. His daughter cautiously approaches the toy and waits a second for Rafayel to move it. When he doesn’t, she pushes herself back to sit by it and reach out to play with it. 

He plucks it from her hands and places it behind her. 

Her little face practically turns red. 

“Dada!” She yells, with all the power in her lungs. The room pauses. Rafayel’s eyes widen, before the biggest grin breaks across his face. 

“Yes! Yes, it’s dada!” He points to himself, excitedly laying on his stomach to be at eye level with his daughter. Rafayel scoops his hand behind her, pulling her closer to place a triumphant kiss to her cheek but the chubby hand that slaps his cheek stops him from doing otherwise. 

“Oh.” 

Rafayel puckers his lips, staying still to lure his daughter closer. 

“Why don’t you say dada again?” He prods. He leans closer but the baby has clearly had enough of him. She looks away to the stuffed toy, preferring to reach for that instead. 

“Dada…” He hears her murmur, but in a rather distasteful tone. It’s a small victory, but it doesn’t sound nearly as joyful as any time she has cheered or chanted ‘mama’. 

“I think she’s associating negative emotions with dada…” Rafayel whines after a long day of spending time with his daughter and analysing when she calls for ‘mama’ and when she calls for ‘dada’. 

“I told you to stop annoying her,” you flick Rafayel’s head. He rolls over on the couch, curling up into a ball of disappointment.

“I just wanted her to call for me. Is that too much to ask?!” 

You sigh, sitting near Rafayel’s legs and providing empathetic pats to his back. If your daughter started using your name as an exclamation of anger, you would probably be dejected by it as well.

Your husband tries again. He turns around, hanging his head over the edge of the couch. An exaggerated pout hangs on his lips as he watches his daughter play with a rattle. She drops it, and immediately loses it. 

“Dada!” She says angrily. Huffing, she reaches for the toy again with the slightest furrow in her brows.  You’re left consoling the babbling father again over your daughter’s new habit that is all his fault.

I hate that I don't have as much time to write rn bc my FINALS ARE APPROACHING AHHHH I'M NOT PREPARED ENOUGH I WROTE THIS IN BETWEEN STUDYING I'M STILL STUDYING IT'S LIKE 2AM HERE

[etherafayel]

notice how the like count went down after that continuation 😭😭 it’s buns

oh okay so we didn't like applefish 😔 what exactly did the ppl want I wonder

[etherafayel]

Rafayel and Caleb explore new territory together... (mutual masturbation [between Raf&Caleb], face riding and backshots?, sloppy making out [also between Raf&Caleb]) I came up with a solution for the lack of kissing in part one guys. They didn’t realise they have feelings for each other too! wc. 1.6k

The good news is, Rafayel and Caleb haven’t been excluding you from their plans anymore. You guys have fallen into a certain harmony, something that has become your own normal. 

It was great. You guys hang out, talk, laugh and then disappear into a bedroom for a couple hours. 

Outside of your time together, Caleb and Rafayel definitely dote on you when they can. Flowers sent to your door or the daily message to ask about your day. Rafayel showed up at your door to take you out for dinner, which you happily obliged to. 

You sit across from him, joyfully stuffing your face with the food that Rafayel offered to pay for. 

Although it has all been a flawlessly perfect experience, you can’t help but wonder about the logistics of what to call this… arrangement. Rafayel and Caleb are close friends now, sure, what do they think about seeing each other so intimately? 

“Hey Rafayel,” you begin. You catch his attention. “What do you think of Caleb?”

His head tilts curiously, “Caleb? He’s a… nice person.”

“Anything more?”

“Why're you asking?” He chuckles, nudging his foot against yours. He picks up his wine glass to take a small sip. 

“Because… you guys are basically dating, but you’re not aware of it.”

Rafayel almost chokes on his wine, smugness all erased. “We are?” 

“I don’t wanna say it too loud…” You look around the restaurant. Various crowds of people engage in light chatter and elegant food, just as you are. “But you and Caleb have seen each other in… pretty revealing states.”

Rafayel looks down at the table, the tips of his ears tinged red at the confrontation of that information. 

“So?”

“So…” You trace gentle shapes into the back of Rafayel’s hand. “You must have some feelings towards him?”

That thought sits in Rafayel’s head. Swims around like the most stubborn guppy wanting answers. Rafayel knows he likes you, has had feelings for you since he started getting to know you. Do his feelings extend like that to Caleb?

“Rafayel? He’s a bit impulsive, but nice to be with,” Caleb says, gazing up at the greenery wavering above him. 

“But is he cute?” You pry. 

You were on a bench at a park, a grand fountain centred amongst the other seats and gardening. You poke Caleb on his thigh, trying to get a direct answer from him. 

“Cute? He’s hard to deal with,” he complains but there’s a catch of affection that only you would be able to decipher. 

“But you deal with him just fine,” you prod again. It’s a little harder to hide your tactics from Caleb, though. His intense yet soulful gaze darts over to you. 

“What game are you playin’ here?” 

“Just saying. Whatever you and Rafayel have going on isn’t usual,” you shrug your shoulders.

Your words definitely got to them. Your tactics were specially designed to infiltrate the minds of the guys you’re messing around with. You wanted them to confront what they have going on between them, not just the connection they have with you. 

The next time you bring them to your bed, you notice the shift in energy between them. Rafayel seemed to stare a little longer. His eyes raked over Caleb’s muscular body, focusing especially on his abs and pecs as Caleb maneuvered himself near you.

Caleb was more open towards Rafayel as well. His fingers brush against his cheek, he holds Rafayel’s waist a little longer than a second. 

The room was filled with the euphony of your mixed moans and whines as you're positioned above Rafayel's face. His tongue plays with your clit as you try your best to keep your hand on his cock, almost in a 69 position. Caleb's positioned behind you, plunging himself into you repeatedly. Caleb finds his release, a long drawn-out groan escaping him as he pulls out. You straighten yourself, grinding yourself aimlessly against the inviting mouth beneath you as you practically ride his face until you're releasing all over his tongue. Rafayel pauses the ministrations of his tongue against your folds. Usually you’d be up for a round two, and you physically can handle one. Yet, you wanted to see what would happen if you threw in the towel early.

“Tastes so good, cutie,” Rafayel murmurs against your pussy, languidly lapping up all the drops of your arousal and happily drawing out more moans from you. 

“Why don’t you share it with Caleb?” You suggest. Probably the most daring thing you’ve asked of them, making Caleb’s cheeks and the tips of Rafayel’s ears tint pink. Rafayel licks you all clean, raising his head to be met with Caleb who slightly craned his head down. He was eager to get a taste of you too. 

They both lean in for a sloppy kiss, mostly tongue and slightly clashing teeth as they share the taste of you. Caleb’s hand creeps up Rafayel’s neck and Rafayel keeps a stable hold of Caleb’s jaw. 

It made you throb so badly. You curl up by the pillow, much to the dismay of Caleb and Rafayel who are now kneeled on the mattress. Both of their cocks stand upright for attention as blood rushes south as a clear sign they weren’t quite done yet.

“Pips?” 

“Hm?” You hum, cracking an eye open.

“Are you alright?” Caleb asks, his hand running over your shoulder. You nod absentmindedly, stretching your arms out beneath the pillow.

“I’m a little tired, guys. Will you be good without me?” 

“What do you mean ‘without you’?” Rafayel inquires, laying down next to you on his side. His hand props his head up as he rests the back of his hand upon your cheek. 

“I mean, help each other out. I’m pretty tuckered out.” 

They both exchange a glance. Nobody wants to argue or force you to do anything, so Rafayel rises a little to sit upright after seeing your eyelids close and Caleb continues patting your shoulder.

Rafayel’s eyes fall south. Caleb’s thick erection didn’t look that imposing when Rafayel watched it thrust in and out of your pussy. Now that it’s Rafayel’s problem, he gulps. 

Caleb’s eyes are more fixed on Rafayel’s hands, his nimble fingers. How many times he had watched Rafayel work your entrance open with three fingers expertly and felt his cock twitch imagining what it would feel like to experience those fingers wrapped around his own length. 

They both stroke their dicks to ease the tightness from arousal. Somehow they gravitate towards each other, the heat of their shared movements ending up with them rubbing up to one another. Rafayel groans as Caleb’s mushroomed tip presses hotly against his own. The pre-cum leaking from their slits provide an easier slide of their cocks together. 

Caleb reaches around to grab at Rafayel’s ass, more emboldened to resume their grinding. 

You peak an eye open but they don’t even notice it, too wrapped up in chasing a release from each other. You deemed it a personal win. 

They coat each other all sticky and white as they reach a peak together. Rafayel’s cum shoots upwards Caleb’s abs up to pecs. Caleb aims his more downward towards Rafayel’s navel dripping down to his thighs. Their breaths sync for a moment as they try to calm down from the high.

“You’re not too bad, fishboy,” Caleb remarks. He helps Rafayel clean up the mess that he made.

“I guess you aren’t either, Xia.” 

They look over to your form. By now, you actually fell asleep. Rafayel shuffles off the bed to cover you fully with a blanket and get himself dressed. 

“Where’re you going?” Caleb asks, crawling next to you to lay down. 

“I’ve been a bit… inspired. I have to paint something before this feeling fades,” Rafayel responds. He presses a kiss to the nape of your neck and this time, he cares to place a kiss to Caleb’s hair. 

—————————————

“Soo?” You ask, legs crossed and hands grasping your drink as you look intently over at the two guys across the table. 

Rafayel pushes his sunglasses up into his hair, sipping on some fancy coffee. Caleb holds a good old americano, raising his eyebrows at your unprompted inquiry.

“Soo…” Rafayel mirrors. 

“What did you guys do after I fell asleep?” You ask smugly. The two of them freeze momentarily, exchange a glance and then look back at you. 

Silence.

“You can’t hide it from me, I know you guys messed around!” You point a finger their way. The two of them sigh in defeat.

“Fine. I thought about what you said and you were right,” Rafayel concedes. 

“What did she tell you? ‘Cause I have a feeling we were set up,” Caleb narrows his eyes at you. You feign indifference with a shrug of your shoulders.

“I told you two the truth. If anything, you’re lucky you had me to be the divine intervention that brought you together.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You just wanted us to kiss,” Caleb accuses. 

“Hey, I could see you guys wanted it too,” you bite back. You weren’t going to take all the blame for it, especially when you only insinuated they were getting comfortable and they went ahead and jerked each other off. 

“Let’s not argue about this,” Rafayel mediates, making you and Caleb step down from making another comment. “Why fight it when we’re happy anyway?” 

There was truth in his words. You nod and continue sipping on your drink. It may have been an unconventional arrangement, but you were satisfied with how everything turned out. 

Why have one boyfriend when you can have two? (¬‿¬)

[etherafayel]

hiii! I wonder if you'd make a part 2 for Raf and Calen getting along a bit too well?

I'm knees over shoulders for it or whatever the saying goes like.

LMAOO yes I have already written it actually but I got a bit stuck on how to end it… hopefully I’ll figure it out soon

update: figured it out lol it's here

[etherafayel]

Xavier's been away from home for two weeks. He teleports home to appease his son who misses him :(

Xavier was away on a work trip. Something about a high influx of wanderers and they needed their highest skilled hunter to help lower the numbers. 

They underestimated the hoard. What was supposed to be a two-day trip turned into almost two weeks. 

“I’m so tired…” Xavier mumbles. His blanket lays low around his waist, various hotel pillows strewn around the bed. He holds his phone to face level as he watches you adjust your phone across FaceTime. 

“I heard the news. The wanderers just keep on coming, don’t they?” 

“Mhm… I was on patrol for hours,” he rubs his eyes, trying to fight the sleep off because he really wants to talk to you. 

Tiny footsteps emerge from the bathroom and rush quickly into your bedroom. “Is that dad? Dad!” Your son jumps on the bed, a small hand smelling of mint slaps your face and the other small hand snatches your phone. You make a small ‘oof’ sound from being overpowered by the surprisingly strong 5 year old. 

“Hey little champ. How are you?” Xavier perks up a bit to look more energetic for his mini-me. 

“I miss you!” Your son cries out, already blubbering from the overwhelming wave of emotions from seeing his dad after two weeks. Even from the other side of a screen. Xavier’s eyes widen a fraction in alarm.

“I miss you too buddy.” 

The five-year old continues to cry after seeing his dad’s face, wishing to climb onto him for a hug like he usually does. You try to calm him down. You manage to take your phone back but your son just unleashes more tears onto your shirt as you try to pat his back and get him to stop. 

To be fair, being separated from his dad for two weeks is probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to him in his life. 

“Has he cried a lot?” Xavier asks, a bit concerned from the outburst. 

“Only when he remembers you aren’t home.” 

“Give him the phone,” he says. You do, the smaller blond boy trying to take the phone but misses once due to his blurry vision. He sniffles, looking at his dad with a sadness that makes Xavier’s heart break. 

“I have a surprise for you,” Xavier says. You see him start to sit up from his bed, and you wonder what he has in store for the sobbing child. He adds, “close your eyes.” 

Your son closes his eyes, his nose and cheeks all rosy from crying. 

There’s sparkles that float around your room, joining together to create a large flash in front of you. The silhouette of light materialises into the image of your husband, as if he’s standing right beside the bed. 

“Wha– Xavier?” 

Your son opens his eyes and they immediately light up when he sees his dad standing right there. 

“Surprise,” Xavier says, a little weakly. He catches his ecstatic son in his arms and lays right onto the bed next to you, hugging him tightly against his chest.

“Xavier, you told me teleporting makes you exhausted…” You whisper, full of worry at Xavier’s already depleting state becoming worse after using his teleportation. 

Xavier places a kiss to the top of your son’s head, getting him comfortable for bed.

“It’s worth it if he’s happy…” Is what Xavier manages to say before he completely passes out. 

In your mind, it was reckless to exhaust himself like that. But then, seeing the way your child snuggles up to Xavier and sleeps peacefully beside him, you feel a little grateful that he gathered the strength to teleport after all.

[etherafayel]

Rafayel and Caleb have been getting along a bit too well after you introduced them... (eiffel tower, cunnilingus) soo I finally finished my piece as per this request! it's really long actually, my longest work yet + unedited because I'm lazy but I was literally writing this while on the train to my classes lolol wc. 2.4k

You have a problem. An issue that you didn’t foresee at all. 

When you introduced Rafayel to Caleb, they were at each other’s throats almost immediately. Snarky remarks, subtly tripping each other, stealing your time and attention to themselves. That was something you expected. This wasn’t the issue.

The issue arose when you forced them to hang out once. They instantly became best friends. 

At first, it was great. The closest person in your life, Caleb, finally got along with a friend of yours who’s another guy. He never liked any of them, always finding a way to bat them away and occupy you only to himself. So when you saw him in a good mood while dropping you home after the first outing with you and Rafayel, you felt triumph. 

Then they exchanged numbers and started talking. 

“Did you see the event at the mall? People have been standing with their hands on a car for over 24 hours,” you observe from the TV to Caleb who was stirring a coffee for himself. He sighs and sits next to you. 

“Mm. I saw them setting it up yesterday,” he says with a sip of his drink.

Your eyebrows knit together. “You went to the mall yesterday?” 

“Oh right. I was with Rafayel. That photobooth that gives the real big photos? We tried it out, it was cool.” 

Now apparently they were scheduling outings without you? You couldn’t help but feel a bit offended, especially since you recall telling both Rafayel and Caleb about that photobooth in suggestion that you go with them. Not that they go without you!

It was one time. You let it go. Water under the bridge. It’s a good thing that they’re getting along, you tell yourself.

Until you were at Rafayel’s, laying on his couch watching him paint something new. 

“It’s getting pretty hot lately, I’ve been in the mood for ice cream,” you tell him while fiddling around with some beads he gave you to make a custom bracelet. 

Rafayel stifles a laugh. “Yeah, it’s just about ice cream season.” 

“What’s so funny?” 

Rafayel twirls his paintbrush between his fingers, tapping it against his lips that are failing to hide his smile. 

“That just reminded me of when Caleb dropped his ice cream cone. His face was priceless!” Rafayel recalls, laughing more at the memory. You give some half-assed laugh. 

“Ha, when did this happen? I don’t think we got ice cream on our last hangout?” 

The painter clears his throat. Silence. 

“Right… This was maybeee… last week? I bumped into Caleb after he finished work.” 

Your eye twitches. “Is that right? I’m so…” You grit your teeth, unable to really find anything positive to say but you muster it up anyway, “so glad you guys are getting along!” 

It’s all fine. Water under the bridge. You’re so glad they’re getting along. They’re so similar in some ways, it was inevitable for them to join forces and become friends. That’s what you tell yourself. That’s what you believe. 

Your neutrality was hanging by a thread. A thread you didn’t realise snapped a long time ago and you were pretending like it hadn’t.

You were so excited to see Rafayel when you spotted his sleek red sports car halting in front of the building. You step out and knock on his window, watching the figure behind the steering wheel flinch before the window rolls down.

“Rafayel! What are you doing here…” Your tone drops when you look past him and you see none other than Caleb in the passenger’s seat. 

“Heya pips! Me and Raf were gonna grab some hot pot at that new place.” 

If you were a cartoon character, there would be red rising into your face like a glass thermometer and a vein popping from your forehead. 

“Huh. I didn’t hear about this before?” You try to maintain your composure, fingers gripping hard at the side of Rafayel’s door. “Was I not part of the plan?” 

The two of them immediately stiffen. There’s a dark blanket of regret that overcomes their expressions. 

“No, it’s fine,” you murmur, before they can pity invite you along. You’d end up sitting in the backseat and listening to whatever topic they’ve found they have in common anyway. You straighten up. “You guys go. I have my own plans anyway.” 

“Wait–” Rafayel’s attempt to explain is ignored by you as you simply turn and walk back into your apartment building. 

Really, how could they? You were the bridge between them that brought them together and suddenly they’re acting as if you don’t exist? Maybe it was immature, but it stung a lot more than you wanted to admit. 

You replaced your friends with a tub of ice cream and a romcom to ease the tension in your brain. 

Knock knock. 

A hollow echo resounded from behind the door. A visitor? Aside from Caleb and Rafayel, who are out enjoying themselves, you don’t know anyone else who could be free right now. 

You scowl when you open the door. It was them. The new dynamic duo. Bonnie and Clyde themselves. 

You swing the door back to close but a fancy dress shoe belonging to Rafayel and a hand belonging to Caleb both wedge themselves between the door and the wall to stop it. 

“Hold on! We’re here to apologise!” Rafayel quickly says, launching a bouquet of flowers into your hand.  

“We got ‘forgive us’ gifts,” Caleb adds on, placing a chocolate box into your other hand. 

“Seriously?” You sigh, shuffling your feet to place the sudden tokens of regret onto your kitchen counter. 

The pair of sad puppies follow you into your home, looking like their ears and tails have been down to surrender to your wrath. 

“You watchin’ a movie? Can we join?” Caleb asks, pointing at your TV illuminating the cheesy romcom you were just indulging in. 

You shrug. “I dunno… you guys weren’t included in my plans.”

“Oh, come on! We can make your time like, a hundred times more fun,” Rafayel pleads. His hands clap against your shoulders and guide you back to the couch where he pushes you down to sit and Caleb follows up with laying a blanket over your legs. 

“We’re real sorry we made you feel excluded,” Caleb mutters solemnly, his weight dipping the couch on your left. 

“That wasn’t our intention at all,” Rafayel joins, evening the distribution along the couch as he sits to your right. 

You cross your arms. Truth be told, it’s impossible to stay mad after a grand gesture like that. Furthermore, the heat you feel from being sandwiched between two bodies almost makes you feel dizzy.

“…I guess I can squeeze you guys into my movie time.”

Both pairs of eyes light up at your resolve crumbling. They almost immediately snuggle up at your sides. 

You thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you felt a Rafayel’s hand brush against your thigh. It definitely wasn’t your imagination when Caleb’s hand hooked onto your waist. 

Aren’t they being too touchy?

Rafayel toyed with the hem of your shirt, his mouth so close you can feel his breath hovering over your neck. Caleb on the other hand had a good hold of your waist and you could’ve sworn you felt him nip at your earlobe. 

Your body responded before your mind could think about the consequences. 

Your hand guided Rafayel’s below your shirt, your head leaned in against Caleb’s. 

“Adventurous, are we?” Caleb muses. You almost flinch at the sound of his voice.

You look between the two of them, an undeniable charged energy sparking. 

“What–” you begin, confused before Rafayel cuts you off. 

“Just tell us if you don’t want this, okay?” He whispers, placing a small kiss to your neck. You shiver. 

“You’re both in on this?” You ask. Caleb only chuckles, raking a strand of hair away from your face with his fingers.

“Greedy, greedy pips,” he murmurs, voice husky. He really does lean in and give a small nibble to your earlobe, making your breath hitch. “You want this? Want us?”

It excites you. Sends all sorts of electric jolts through your body and particularly to your lower half. 

“You guys are okay with this?” 

“Okay with watching a movie? This romcom’s a bit boring,” Rafayel says, feigning obliviousness. You pinch his arm, making him yelp. “Ah! Yes, we’re all good here.”

Caleb laughs at your antics, one hand trailing away from your waist to poke at Rafayel’s cheek.

“Mischievous thing,” Caleb remarks. 

Rafayel’s hand trails up higher along your body. You weren’t exactly wearing the fanciest lingerie set as you were awaiting your sole night of binge eating and movie marathon. You were in your usual state of existing without a bra, which Rafayel discovers quickly.

Rafayel’s fingers travel upwards so much they brush against your nipple, eliciting a physical response from you. He tweaks it a bit, a sly grin spreading across his lips. 

Caleb trails light kisses down the column of your neck. Rafayel turns your head towards him, being the first to press his lips against yours. You two move your lips in tandem, only to be interrupted by Caleb when he decides to grab your chin and steal a kiss for himself. 

“I’m getting you back for that, Xia.”

“Sure, fishboy.” Caleb bites back. The small banter reminds you of when they had first met. You stop entertaining them for a second, silently standing up and walking towards your bedroom. 

Words weren’t necessary for you to have Caleb and Rafayel right behind you. 

“Off. I want everything off,” you tug at Caleb’s clothes. 

“Whatever you want,” he complies quickly. You only give Rafayel a simple look and he’s following suit as well. 

They both take time to appreciate your body with their hands. Rafayel pulls your shirt over your head and Caleb starts impatiently removing your pants. 

Your breath almost stops when warm lips kiss and suck your skin. 

Rafayel’s is smooth. His lips are soft like petals and delicate when they lay praising kisses over your collarbones. 

Caleb’s is rougher. Chapped and cracked like clay but full of passion when he focuses his attention on your navel.  

They basically have a race, heads descending your body to the juncture of your thighs. 

You gasp when you feel two tongues flattening and licking a stripe up through your folds. Clearly they had pounced at the opportunity without thinking, because they pause at the unexpected contact. 

“How’d that feel?” Caleb implores.

You’re shaking just from one second of contact, holding a death grip at the sheets below. 

“Can you guys… keep doing that?”

It didn’t matter to them what it felt like anymore and they immediately got to work. It felt a bit too powerful to have their complete obedience like this. 

The sensation was a lot more overwhelming with two precise muscles working at your pussy. You don’t even know who’s doing what, there’s one guy who spears his tongue into your pussy and the other draws circles around your clit. They often clash together when their movements overlap but don’t seem to mind it. 

Caleb is the one who spreads your pussy lips with two fingers, letting Rafayel dribble his spit down and run his tongue up and down your entrance to prepare for when Caleb pushes his fingers inside you. They both watch in awe as your pussy swallows up Caleb’s digits. He sinks them in deep, reaching places your own fingers fail to even go near. 

“Oh my fuck,” you choke out in a moan, back arching. “Just like that.”

Rafayel presses his thumb down against the small button that is your clit. He swipes over the bud a few times before finding a rhythm to compliment Caleb’s. White hot flashes your vision at their skilled efforts. You cum like you’ve never experienced an orgasm before. 

They busy themselves again with placing kisses and sucking marks onto your body while you’re on cool-down. 

“You can take a lot more than that,” Caleb quips. He takes your thighs in his large palms and spreads your legs a little.

“Hey, me first,” Rafayel shoves Caleb out of the way, gently yanking your legs so he’s between them and not Caleb.

“What gives?” 

“Payback.”

They glare at each other as if they weren’t just tangling tongues with one another. 

Rafayel’s cock sits snug on top of your pussy, gliding down with ease to your entrance again. Caleb sits on his knees beside you, his neglected dick blushing red as he eyes Rafayel with a hint of frustration. 

“I have an idea,” you break the tension as you roll your body over, propping yourself up onto your hands and knees. They both instantly get the plan. 

Caleb moves swiftly in front of you while Rafayel’s purposeful hands hug around your hips to bring your ass slightly up.

“Dunno if this is you being clever or greedy,” the man in front of you raises his eyebrows. You don’t say anything in response, only fixing eye contact and slowly taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses. 

Rafayel watches intently as you start sucking Caleb off. He rocks his hips forward, attention taken by watching the stretch of your walls around his own dick. 

It was different. Exhilarating. Being thoroughly fucked from behind while trying your best to engulf the length in front of you. You felt like a prop to them once they got immersed in the pleasure and started thrusting into you at different paces. 

“Fuu… Pips, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ both of us,” Caleb drawls, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“Feels… amazing…” Rafayel manages to say. His hips never falter in their pace, making it difficult for your brain to tune into their words. Caleb’s body tenses as his sensitivity receptors go haywire and his release coats the back of your throat, he watches you swallow as much as you can down eagerly. 

Your second wave of pleasure zaps through your body, leaving you weaker than you did after the first. 

Before you know it, Rafayel collapsed on the bed out of exhaustion. You crawl towards him, resting your head against his chest.

“Hey, don’t leave me out,” Caleb sighs, stretching his body out to join you two on the bed. 

“Join the club,” you scoff. Caleb nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Rafayel rubs his face into your chest shamelessly. 

“Sorry.” “We’re sorry.” 

They both whine in unison. You never would’ve guessed you would end up with the troublesome pair together and wrapped around your finger. 

let me know if we want a part 2, this was getting pretty long so I stopped it there. I will be happy to deliver more smut o(*￣▽￣*)o

update: I did it gangalang, I made a part two!!