Caleb and Zayne you know I love you, I really really really do, but I'm going to hold your balls when I say this... 🤌😏🫦... *coughs* sorry I got a bit carried away.
So, for this banner... Im going to give the #1 place to this horny angel 👇. He didn't just eat .. HE GULPED OK, HE DRANK IT! When it comes to spicy banners he takes the first place every. single. time.
As princess of the kingdom, you’re expected to always act perfectly and amiably. To conform to the standards cultivated by the previous generations holding the royal name.
“Princess… Is this to your liking?” Your knight, Xavier, asks as he ruts his hips. You gasp as you feel his dick stretching you out for the first time.
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You have a crush on one of the palace knights. You directly asked him to become your guard which wasn’t allowed until you whined to the King for it to happen. The King is never one to deny his only daughter, so soon enough Xavier was at your every beck and call.
“Where’s Your Highness? She’s needed for dinner with Prince Zayne!” The maids ask frantically, trying to locate the princess. It’s about time you get married, according to the King. You needed to produce new heirs to the throne.
Meanwhile, you bit down on the hand that was clamped over your mouth. Xavier was behind you, fisting your nightgown as he only increased the pace of his thrusts. You desperately gripped at the edge of the shelf beside you in the linen room.
Xavier was relentless once he got a taste of the princess. What started as the reformed knight sneaking into your chambers after dark turned into you dragging him into random rooms to get your fill of him.
You only got bolder and bolder. Xavier followed your lead every single time. When you climbed on his lap in the library, hiking up your gown and sinking down onto his awaiting cock. The time you snuck out of a party hand-in-hand with your guard who you made out with behind the building. You always made sure you were hidden, but still in places where the chances of getting caught were never zero. The thrill of it was half the fun.
This time was no exception. If anyone dared to unlock the linen room, Xavier would be caught balls-deep in the princess. A crime that could probably get him executed if it pissed off the King enough.
You tried not to let your knees cave in beneath you as your legs started to feel like spaghetti. Unlatching your mouth from his palm, you craned your neck in a semi-silent plea for kisses. Xavier leans in, bringing you in for a hungry kiss as he drags the length of his cock through your gushing pussy. Every vein, every ridge, the shape is being molded into you. Despite his rougher pace, his hands were the gentlest as they cradled your face.
You couldn’t help but bring his forearm to sink your teeth into to help you not make any sound when you creamed on his cock. He only let you. He’s always loved having the marks of your love littered around his body like a reminder of the time you were together.
“Are you to take your leave?” Xavier asks with a slight pout, his nose nudging under your ear as you catch your breath.
“I must. Although, I love my time most with you,” you whisper. It’s a silent promise that you’ll be back for more from him.
Xavier steals one more kiss from you, placing a few along your neck and shoulders. He now adorns a bright bite mark on his forearm from you.
✧ summary: Xavier just happens to dorm right across the yard from you, you both enjoy the view too much.
✧ pairings: Xavier x female reader
✧ word count: 6.4K
✧ genre: smut, fluff
✧ warnings: Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Making Out, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Alternate Universe - College/University, Inappropriate use of EVOL, First Time Blow Jobs, Switch Xavier, Switch MC, First Time, mentions of jeremiah, Neck Kissing, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Orgasm Edging, Riding, Awkward Romance, Nerdy Shy Xavier, light degradation, Possessive/Jealous Xavier (kinda), they're both freaks okay, Unsafe Sex, Explicit Sexual Content
✧ a/n: cross posted on ao3 :P sorry its been a min
"You should probably close your blinds if you don’t want anyone to see."
"Huh?"
You looked at the blue eyed boy in confusion and then suddenly it hit you. Your eyes widen as you could feel the heat of a thousand suns in your cheeks. Isn’t this what you wanted subconsciously though?
”O-Oh,” You stuttered. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know you had…”
It was an awkward conversation to be having in a study room in the library, people passing back with their books and friends as they come and go. You didn’t even know Xavier that well. You shared classes, you had the same major so no surprise there. You would consider him an acquaintance more than anything else, well, maybe a crush would be more like it but that didn’t count. And then his dorm… the building just had to be co-ed and he just had to have the room across the way from yours. Your windows perfectly faced each other.
You had seen him plenty of times through your own window. You had seen him way too many times, out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist as droplets of water rolled down his toned body. His hair stuck to his forehead as walked out of sight, probably to get dressed You’d hate to say you drooled but honestly you might’ve. You start to wonder how many times had he seen you like that at the edge of your bed. Just once? Twice? How could you not feel his gaze on you?
With what in between your legs? Your new vibrator? Your hands? The pillow you liked to fold and pretend it was his thigh you were grinding on? Oh, you were spiraling. Hopefully he couldn’t read lips if he had seen you finish before. If he could, it was over, you were throwing yourself off the highest building on campus. You always moaned his name once you reached the edge.
“Seen it?” He finished for you, scratching the nape of his neck as he avoided your eyes, a light blush appearing on his cheeks.
It was silent between the two of you. All the other study rooms just had to be taken that day and he just had to ask to share the room with you, didn’t he? He really had to bring it up now, in the middle of you actually being productive?
You started to feel suffocated the longer you sat across from him at that table. You both avoid looking at each other, only a few seconds felt like hours. You started to pack up your things and put them back in your bag.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized to him once more before leaving in a rush.
He tried to call out for you before you left but you were gone before anything made it out.
You knew you liked the idea of being watched by him, however actually knowing he saw and even telling you to close your blinds humiliated you. You felt so embarrassed about the encounter but why were also so turned on by it? You felt hot all over but especially at your core. Your panties stuck to arousal rather uncomfortably as you walked back to your room.
If you were truly so humiliated, why were you at the edge of your bed, the only part that could be seen from the window, one hand between your legs as the other gripped the sheets beside you. Why were you still imagining it was his hand rubbing at your bud just the way you like before venturing down further between your folds? You lolled your head back a bit with a sigh as your fingers entered you giving the illusion of being full of him. Your heart jumped and you looked up to see his room empty like moments before.
Surely he wouldn’t be back for awhile so you had time to enjoy yourself… Half-lidded, you gazed into his tidy room. It’s not like you never noticed how his bed faced your window anyway. Imagining him sitting there, back against his pillows as he faced you encouraged your inappropriate behavior and thoughts even more. Him slipping his pants off before palming himself through his boxers. It’d become to little for him and soon enough he’d take himself in one of his hands before slowly stroking himself, slowly from the base up as he let out small gasps for air and light moans.
You weren’t far off from that thought. If you were aware, you’d know his tricks, you’d know he’d been there almost every time you please yourself right there to the thought of him. He learned to use his Evol to manipulate the light to make it look like he wasn’t there to you. After all, your sight was based on how light refracted, it was easy to make an illusion and be invisible…
Sometimes he felt like his bed wasn’t close enough, that he was close enough as he observed the way you touched yourself so teasingly, or the way you thrusted your toy into yourself to lose it, or the way you desperately humped your pillow for a release, gripping at the sheets beneath you. He’d always feel sore after you made yourself cum multiple times. It happened so often but knowing you were there, naked and pleasing yourself got him painfully hard no matter how tired he may be. He couldn’t just ignore it, he needed to act like he was there with you. He couldn’t help it… It didn’t matter if he was sensitive, almost to the point of crying, it didn’t matter how messy his bed sheets became from his own release, he just needed to feel as close to you as possible.
He hated that he couldn’t just be normal and pursue you and instead was acting like some sex-deprived addict. He was too shy, you didn’t ever really talked to him for more then what was needed for classes and you both were in very different circles. You would often ditch your work and go to clubs on the weekends with your friends. He’d see you stumble into your room, late and drunk but you never brought anyone home and you never went missing those nights. Deep down, he liked the fact that no one else saw you in such a vulnerable state. Often, you’d ask for his notes since he and his best friend, Jeremiah were some of the top students. He always helped you out because he liked you even before you were unintentionally giving him something to watch. He assumed you were using him to your own benefit and he didn’t care. Though, he thought about you using him in a different way as well. He thought he was just someone you used for notes and help with assignments.
That was until one day, you were there across the way like you were on display for him. His window was slightly open due to heat that day and so was yours. He leaned up against the wall near the window, his hand wrapped around his length as he stroked himself to best match the pace of the way you bucked your hips at the vibrator that stimulated your clit. He bit his lip to hold back a moan. He could hear your own noises become more frequent and higher, you were getting close. Though he didn’t expect a whiny chant of his name to leave your mouth as you shook from your orgasm.
The sound of you moaning his name went straight to his cock, his mind became even more clouded with lust as his grip on himself became tighter as the strokes became faster and shorter. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much cum come out of him at one time but here he was, hand and length now covered in the white, thick substance that dripped onto the floor as he grunted your name under his breath.
He felt guilty and dirty about what he had been doing just to catch you in a vulnerable but beautiful poistion that knocked off all his senses as he'd lose himself in chunks of time for you. Knowing it was him you thought of at those times provided much needed relief in more than one way.
So you did think about him more than just someone to get notes from?
That's why he confronted you in the library but it greatly backfired on him. Seeing you rush off made him angry with himself and he ended up just teleporting back to his room in defeat. Yet you walked in, the illusion went up almost instinctively, knowing you probably wouldn’t want to see him after what happened. But as soon as the door closed behind you, your book bag was discarded on the floor. Your pants came off rather quickly it made his head spin. You were there, in your underwear, your fingers rubbed over the soaked cloth. He could tell little moans left your lips by the way they parted and the way your eyes rolled back slightly.
Oh? Did you get off on knowing he caught you? Something about that made him smirk a little too hard to himself…
However, that didn’t change how you avoided him like the plague in public. He couldn’t even approach you before you made a run for it. Yet, he’d always find you in your room, in your spot and he could tell whenever you finished by the way your lips moved, his name was on your tongue and he was on your mind.
Then that one fateful day in class came when you needed partners for a project and despite the class size, somehow you and him were left alone in the sea of people. You couldn’t run when he made his way over to you this time.
”I guess we’re partners.” Xavier laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
“I guess we are.” You responded, softly.
It still remained rather tense between the both of you. He wanted to apologize for saying what he did but it might make you act worse around him which was the last thing he needed when his grade depended on your collaboration. You never closed the blinds though… Maybe because you thought he wasn’t there… But what about the others that could easily look into your room? Thinking about anyone else seeing you like that made him feel uncharacteristically mad. Why should he be mad? You weren’t even friends yet he wanted you all to himself.
He asked to come over to your dorm as he still shared his with Jeremiah even though he was out at most times. Your roommate left early in the semester though so you got a room all to yourself… You said yes but you hesitated. You thought about the library but then you remembered what happened last time so maybe he was trying to be considerate.
You heard a knock on your door, which has you throw your phone on your bed as you get up. You opened it to let Xavier into your room. It was filled with warm, inviting light with dimly lit corners.
“You can sit there, I’ll get us some drinks or something.” You point to your bed.
Silence as he stared at where you pointed. You realized it was that spot he’s probably caught you. You blush as you try to recover.
”Um, nevermind. On the rug is probably better for all the space we’ll need for… stuff.” You said as you walked passed him and avoided his eyes.
He sat down on the carpet and took out all the needed textbooks and paper as you went to your mini fridge to grab those drinks you mentioned. You needed it especially considering how dry your throat was. You tried to pay attention to him but you felt so guilty whenever you looked at him… It was a constant reminder of the things you had done only mere feet away from where you sat with him with the image of him in your head as called out his name only for yourself to hear.
His long eyelashes were beautiful as he look down at the book in front of you and read something you couldn’t hear. It’s not like you hadn’t seen that image crafted in your own mind dozens of times expect the only difference is he was between your legs kissing up your thigh. He’d look up at you, almost pleadingly as his hands rubbed your thighs before you’d feel his lips trail light kisses on your sensitive skin. Unknowingly, you were blushing while looking at him.
”Are you okay?” He asked, showing genuine concern which brought you out of your own thoughts.
”I just have a bit of a headache.” You lied. “Maybe we could do this tomorrow? I’m sorry… I haven’t really been able to focus properly.”
”Yeah, of course. I’ll see you tomorrow then… Feel better, okay? Let me know if you need to reschedule if you’re not feeling well tomorrow either.”
He packed up his things rather quickly and left in the same manner. You threw yourself on your bed, feeling as if the room became 20 degrees cooler and like you could breathe properly again. Something made your flutter about him being concerned about you and truthfully you missed him… You just wish you could get over what he said but again it’s not like you knew what he thought… You probably didn’t want to know, he wouldn’t have told you to close the blinds if he was enjoying what he was seeing.
You couldn’t sleep that night… You saw him in his room as soon as he left your own. You’d glance across to see him every now and again. You’d see him move to his desk, or sometimes his bed for a quick nap before he got back to work. However, that own image in your mind wouldn’t leave and you could feel it bothering you. Why couldn’t he just go to sleep for the night? Why couldn’t he just leave? Why did you have the sick need to look into his window whenever you pleased yourself? Was if you trying to be as close as possible in that moment? Why couldn’t you sit back on your headboard or close your blinds like you use to before your crush on him developed or like a regular person.
Part of you felt a sense of relief when you saw him in bed with his familiar sleep attire. The moonlight came down to illuminate your room and if anyone was awake and looking, they would’ve seen the way your pajama pants slipped down to hit the floor. You decided the pillow for tonight after what you had been thinking about for hours.
You thought about the way that study session could’ve gone if only you had been brave enough. You could’ve kissed his pink lips, they were probably soft and most definitely warm. You always imagined he’d be gentle, maybe hesitate judging by how quiet he was. You imagined him falling apart under you as you kissed down his neck and grind down on his jean cladded thigh as he grips onto your waist and lets out sharp breaths.
Your eyes fluttered open to look at him. You were shocked to find his knitted sweater was off, his pants resting on his thighs and one of his hands wrapped around himself. You could see his chest heave as he stroked himself, slightly bucking up into his hand. His eyes were closed but it was clear he was awake.
You felt butterflies in your gut at the sight before you as you sighed out, pleased. You felt yourself become even more turned on as you clenched around nothing. You bit your tongue between your teeth which could be seen between your parted lips. You saw his eyes open, shining despite how dimly lit his room was. He swears the veil was down by the way your eyes met. He groaned out as he squeezed himself tighter and picked up his pace.
You were lost at the view, trying to match his flow. The way he’d speed up and then so down felt so torturously good on your bud as you looked at him through the window. The light in your own eyes were gone in that moment, replaced by pure lust that Xavier could tell even from where he sat as you looked into his room. He wondered what you were thinking of him that time to please yourself with. Somehow he thinks you two are in sync with each other the way you grinded against your pillow match his thrust. He thinks he got harder at that thought.
The way your eyes rolled back whenever your grinds hit the right spot on your nerves to send electricity up your body drive him crazy. The way you gripped at your bed tighter as you got closer to your own release… He doesn’t think he’ll last until you finish by the way he starts fucking his hand, imagining it’s you.
Unaware, you match it but seeing him so desperate to cum had you biting your lip as you try not to whimper out too loudly. He sees you, feverishly humping your pillow and biting back your sound as you look… so out of it. He’s losing it that that’s what you look like at just the thought of him and he wonders what he could make you look like if he just teleports in your room right now… But it’s too late he’s moaning as you see ropes of thick, white cum dress his toned stomach, drip down his hands and you can’t help but cry out loud as a familiar wave of pleasure washes over you. You shake as you fold forward, pathetically dragging your hips to satiate anything left over from your high.
You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath. When you get up, he’s still there, eyes closed as he gasps out. His cum covered cock still in his hand as it slowly softens. The messy aftermath was enough to have you going again… But after today, you don’t think it could ever be the same if it wasn’t him. You threw the pillow on the floor and went to the bathroom.
When you came back, he was sleeping under his sheets. Probably a good thing you didn’t go again because his roommate had just got home for the night. For once, you found yourself closing your blinds. Something, Xavier was shocked to see in the morning and wondering what he was missing out on.
Suddenly, the blinds came up to reveal you in your white tank top and loose pajamas pants that rested on hips standing over your desk. You realized he was there, staring at you. You smiled and waved at him and hesitantly he did the same back. One part of his hair was higher up than the other and he still seemed rather sleepy and out of it. You giggled at it before you walked away from the window which left him confused.
Like clockwork, he came over to your dorm. He went straight to work on the project you had due. You didn’t even remember what it was or what class it was for. You frowned as he just walked passed you, was he not going to talk about what occurred last night? Worse, did he just want to forget it? You found yourself spiraling once more because of Xavier which you hated.
You sat across from him on the floor, almost waiting for him to put down the book and actually reference what happened. How can he just ignored you both watch each other masturbate through your windows? Despite it all, you felt that guilt of what you did to the thought of him even though he did the same with you it seems. Oh no, was it someone else on his mind or rather were you just there?
”Can we talk?” You asked.
”About the protocores?” He hummed. “I mean-“
”No, Xavier.” You sighed, as you took the book out of his hand to close it. “About what happened last night.”
”Last night?”
”Yes.”
”When you were sick?”
”No, after that…”
“I’m lost here.”
You found yourself to embarrass to say it. For someone so dirty, you were also so timid about the actual topic… You searched for the least vulgar way to say it aloud.
”You know…” You started. “When I… and then you…”
He gave you puzzled look and you began to feel frustrated at his obliviousness. It’s like he was trying to get you to say it.
”You were touching yourself when you saw me and then we…” You couldn’t even bring yourself to finish your statement.
You bit your finger as you blushed and avoided his icy, blue eyes that were suddenly very wide.
”That wasn’t a dream?” He questioned, more to himself than you.
He wasn’t acting dumb, he actually was clueless about what occurred.
“Oh my god.” You muttered, your head in your hands.
You were more mortified than before when he told you to close your blinds. If you had known he thought it was a dream, you wouldn’t have said anything.
“I-I’m sorry.” He uttered out like it was all he could say.
“Is that why you told me to close the blinds?” You sighed. “You were having dreams of me?”
”No, I didn’t tell you to close the blinds.” He shook his head. “I told you to close them if you didn’t want people to see.”
”So, you liked watching me?”
“Um…”
He had a reoccurring habit of when he was embarrassed he’d avoid one’s eyes. He’d also scratch the back of his neck. You found it cute. You didn’t need his answer, you knew it by the way he was acting. You wanted to hear it. You found yourself on your knees crawling forward, leaving a very small distance between the two of you.
“It’s a yes or no question.” You said.
”Yes.” He admitted to it, guilt obvious in his voice as he still avoided eye contact.
“How many times?” You asked, one hand reached up to brush strands of his light blonde hair to the side.
“Huh?”
“How many times did touch yourself after seeing me?”
Too many times he couldn’t even count.
”I-I don’t know.”
“That many?”
The blush on his cheek became more obvious, making you smile, mischievously. You wrapped an arm rest on his broad shoulder as you brought a hand to his chin to have him look at you. Something in his eyes looked so helpless in the moment.
“It’s okay… I like it.” You whispered in his ear before you stroked his cheek. “You look so cute last night. All messy and pathetic because of me… If you had told me sooner, just think about how wouldn’t have had to imagine your hand as me.”
He grabbed your hand abruptly at your words and suddenly you felt his lips against your own. You found yourself sighing into his kiss. You were right, they were soft, most definitely warm and oddly gentle for just taunting and humiliating him. But it was so needy as you he grabbed and dragged you into his lap. You found his leg in between your own, almost like he knew he sat you down on his thigh. One hand rested on your waist while the other held the back of your neck in an effort to deepen the kiss as his teeth brushed against your lips. His hand moved lower to support your neck as he trailed down your neck that had you sighing out.
Desperate for any friction, you feel yourself start to grind on his thigh. The thin fabric of your shorts mixed well with the rough material of his jeans. Your breaths boarded on moans and he felt himself losing it more by the moment as he flexed his thigh and raised it more so you could grind even harder on him. Rocking back and worth, your moans came out breathy and whiny. He loved whenever you left your window open because he could hear you but something about hearing you right in his ear made him painfully hard against the restraint of his jeans.
“Is this what you thought about last night with the pillow between your thighs?” He breathed into your neck.
”Shut up.” You whined, hating that he somehow knew what you fantaized about.
“So, you can do it to me but I can’t do it to you?” He tsked. “Cruel.”
Your hand reached down, palming the bulge in jeans that had him groan quietly as his head nuzzled into your neck. You couldn’t help but add pressure as you rubbed over which had him moaning at every moment as he fell powerless to you once more.
“On the bed. Now.” You ordered, lowly.
He rather obedient as he sat down on the bed, in your spot like you told him. There you were in front of him, on your knees looking up at him. The sight made his breath hitch in his throat as he just stared at you.
”You’ve never had one before, have you?”
He shook his head and a wicked smile could be seen on your face. Your hands flew to his belt to unbuckle it. You yank at his pants and boxers, instinctively he lifts up his hips so you can pull them down his legs. You didn’t waste time staring at his length as find yourself getting comfortable between his thighs as you lick the underside of his cock, slowly from the base to the tip which had him shivering in pleasure already as his hand found it’s way into your hair before he bought it back to his side.
Your tongue swirls around his tip which has him cursing under his breath. He didn’t expect you to take all of him at once so quickly which lead him utter out a mix of soft grunts and loud, shameless moans that no doubt your neighbors hear which you couldn’t seem to care about right now. You could just listen to him like this and you’d be happy you’d think, you wanted to keep being the reason behind his noises of pleasure…. His soft voice was always like an angel, so sweet and gentle… So contradictory to how he was acting now.
You could feel him twitch in your mouth. It was so warm and wet and nothing has ever felt so good before. His hand couldn’t compare. He softly moans every time your head bobs up and down, the sounds of your mouth making everything so much more lewd as he threw his head back. You could feel him tense under your hands and he whined as the cold air hit his spit covered length. You now stood in front of him, precum dripping down the side of your mouth. He looked at you through half lidded eyes, it like he didn’t care that you stopped as he pulled you into his lap. One arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand sneaked passed the waistband of your soaked panties as he kissed you. The taste of him still on your tongue which he didn’t seem to mind as he swallows your moans from the movements of his fingers on your clit. The circular motion felt rather familiar to you but sent jolts of pleasure throughout your body. You grabbed at his hair which has him groaning in your mouth. A string of salvia connect your lips to one another as you pulled away both disheveled.
”Can I asked why you stopped?” He asked.
”I don’t want you to cum just yet.” You chuckled, bitterly. “It feels better that way. You must know that by last night.”
”Oh…” He hummed. “I guess I do…”
”Is something wrong, baby?”
That pet name shouldn’t have made him even more horny but it did. He was shy and quiet all over again.
”It’s more than just a blow job I haven’t had.” He sighed. “I never done anything like this before…”
You were shocked, mostly because by everything you heard most men, even the experienced ones never know how to make their partners feel good. Yet, it was like Xavier was a natural but him being inexperienced made you feel better about your own lack of experience.
You smiled, this time much sweeter at him as you brought his chin up so your lips could meet once more. It was light and soft before they were gone too quick for the boy’s liking.
”We’re the same.” You said, softly.
An unexpected twinkle appeared in his eyes as he looked up at you. You now lied on the bed, him at your side as you now felt long, slender fingers fill you which you whined at. He couldn’t help it, maybe it was joy that you’d be his in every way possible but maybe it was the need to give you a memorable night as his fingers began to speed up. The noise of your walls trying to suck him back in could be heard as well as the sound of the lewd wetness of it. You cried out as his fingers curled inside. He was reaching spots you always so desperately tried to but couldn’t to no avail and suddenly, it stopped. You looked at him rather pleadingly but then you understood what he wanted.
Switching place, you found yourself on top, now both naked the feeling of vulnerability was more intense. You took him in your hand, running him up and down your folds. He softly groaned as you sunk down on him slowly. His hands rested on your hips. It didn’t hurt, only because you were way too familiar with the toy that now uselessly laid in the draw of your nightstand but it did feel different. It was so much more fulfilling to have him inside you than anything else. Using your hands on his chest as leverage you pull yourself up and started to bounce on him.
His fingers dug into your sides as he moaned for you. The way you squeeze around him made him feel hazy and he doesn’t think he could ever go back to the way it was before. Your breasts bounced with every movement you made on him and he was going crazy with no idea what to do exactly but try to bring you back down to him as soon as you felt too far from him. Your pace just felt too slow and teasing for him. He can't lie though, the view was so pretty…
But you felt him gone within the matter of seconds. The emptiness was disturbing between your legs and you whimpered at the lose. He now sat at the edge of the bed and he pulled you into his lap. This time, he was able to pay attention to the way you took him. You moaned as he filled you up once more and you realized you had gotten so comfortable with the view into Xavier’s room and now he’s actually here and you can’t even see all of him like you wanted. You felt him so deeply in you though, that feeling was enough.
His forehead rested against your shoulder as he slowly thrusted up into. The snap of his hips against your own had you gasping each time. He picked up his pace as he sucked at the skin of your neck. Why were you still focused across the way? He was there with you now like you wanted for months at this point. You were expecting something however it wasn’t his roommate walking into his room while it was very obvious what you two were doing. You yelped and Xavier took notice quickly at was going on by the way you tensed around him.
The illusion went up, like a second nature in him. He wasn’t too sure after the other night though. Judging by the way Jeremiah hadn’t looked in your direction without visibly blushing, it was safe to say you two were safe. You clenched around Xavier who was frozen. He wrapped his arms around your waist as his thrusts into you became more frequent which resulted in crying out.
”B-But Jeremiah!” You tried to point out without moaning.
”He can’t see us, darling.” He told you as he kissed you neck reassuringly.
”How do you know?” You breathed for a moment as his hips ceased.
”It’s a trick I learned for you.” He confessed, nuzzling his nose in your neck. “I saw you touch yourself too many times to count. The seconds, the minutes… I was there for basically all of them. For every second of the ones I did get the privilege to witness. I couldn’t have you see me though… But I’m starting to think it’s what you wanted because it didn’t matter what I said you still put yourself on display for me to see. I’m sure you’d like him to see too, hmm?”
”No!” You yelled, your hands flying to hold his as his thrusts became more brutal and somehow reach deeper. “O-Only you, it was only for you…”
It was embarrassing to admit. Maybe it should’ve been a concern that he went out of his way to watch you like that but something about was also so hot to you… He put up a facade just so he could see you continue… Probably because he never knew it was his name you were moaning. It was all so much for you. Before his roommate made an appearance he was being gentle, allowing you to enjoy every inch of him but now it was almost like a animal with how persistent he was. You did like it but it was so different and every low grunt of his you felt against you skin sent chills down your body. Was something in this rooted in jealousy? Is that why he suggested you close your blinds? Because he was the only one that wanted to see you like that? You found the idea endearing because deep down it was only for him. It was always only him.
He can feel you clench around him, begging for more and in a blind of an eye, you were in front of your window with him still inside of you. His hands pinned your own on the window, the cool glass met your breasts and you couldn’t even imagine what you’d look like if you could be seen.
His pace was relentlessly as he fucked into you from behind which was such a difference between the light love bites he left on your skin. One of his hands loosened its grip on your own to snake down your body to the bud between your legs. His fingertips rubbing those electrifying patterns into the most sensitive area on your body. It hit you. He knew those patterns from watching you all those times, he knew what you liked and what to do because he observed what you did to yourself and maybe it was the hormones but it did something to you.
You could feel yourself getting close as you begin to whine more while also trying to hold back. But you couldn’t and his fingers speed up which led to your moans being more frequent before you screamed out a string of his name mixed with curses. Your body trembled as he now held you on his arms, his thrusts into you becoming more erratic before you felt him pull out. Those ribbons of hot cum hit your back as he moans out your name.
Pants and heavy breathing filled the silent room. You were barely able to stand anymore with the weight of your orgasm now gone. He held you to his chest for a moment, allowing you to fully come down before he took you into your bathroom. He turned on the shower for you two and you both washed up, helping each other. Oddly enough, just seeing each other naked and washing each other was much scarier than sex. Maybe it was more intimate because it went to another layer of vulnerability that was new to you. He helped you dried your hair and you did his as you changed into new clothes and he found himself back in his boxers.
”Can I stay with you tonight?” Xavier asked.
He was only a two minute walk away from his own room. At the same time, you loved the fact that he wanted to be with you longer.
”Of course.” You nodded.
You feel a different type of tension replaced the previous one. Now you lay across from each other on your rather small bed, just staring at each other. You found a comfort in his warm body next to you bed, like he had been missing this whole time.
“I’m sorry about all the stuff I said… and have done.” He awkwardly brought up. “I don’t know why I did…”
”Don’t be.” You shook your head. “Like I said at beginning, I like that stuff.”
“I like you a lot though.” He said. “I don’t want you to think it’s just me being hormonal. I mean you do make me more hormonal but-“
”Xavier, shut up. I like you, too. Don’t be so awkward about it.”
He leaned over to leave a peck on your lips as a sort of thankful gesture. Blush dusted both of your cheeks.
“Can I take you out on a date?” He questioned.
You were going to say something snarky but you realized you’d just ruin the moment. The very moment that Xavier probably struggled with due to his shyness considering how awkward he’s been since he asked to stay.
”I’d love that.”
Similarly, you leaned over to leave a peck on his lips. He smiled at you and before you knew it you were both fast asleep in each other’s arms that night.
SYNOPSIS. Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...PLEASEEE may I request the LADS guys getting so lost in the sauce that they don’t realize that they forgot to put on a condom until it’s too late and then they see the evidence coming out 🫠] ¡! ❞
A/N; MAMA IS BACK! Finallyyyyy got this out now. And yes, did husband!zayne again. I'm a sucker for him sue me. Next up on the list are some more requests I'm working on. Enjoy my sweet darlings mwah <33
TAGS. NSFW /DARK CONTENT! MDNI! unprotected intercourse(duh). implied dubcon/manipulation. püssydrunk guys. size k!nk. breed!ng. dirty talk. nicknames. overstim in xav's. kinda subby/desperate xavier. tipsy!zayne. husband!zayne. Zayne's actually loosing it lmao. mention of kids in Zayne's. tummy buldge. overstim on reader. kinda brattamer!caleb. possesive caleb. praise.
RAFAYEL ★ Pound first, think later. ~ 1.3k
Plap! plap! plap!
There's just a low hum of low, sultry music playing from a speaker in the corner, but even that is drowned out by the slick, obscene sounds of Rafayel's hips slamming into yours.
"Raf—con— nghhh! condom," your gaspy voice catches, half-mangled between the ruthless crush of his mouth on yours, barely getting your words out.
He swallows most of it with a kiss so deep it knocks your breath loose, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue slides back in, wet muscle eagely tangling with yours.
And no, he didn't reach for a condom. Didn't even spare a glance toward the bedside drawer.
He's not even thinking. Not with his head, anyway. Not when every inhale he takes is laced with your sweet addicting scent and every exhale of his a hungry growl against your lips.
He's too far gone. Too drunk on your taste, the slight stutter in your voice, your—
He slips out again— cock slick and twitching against your folds, grinding the fat, leaking crown against your clit with such blunt pressure that your spine jerks up off the mattress, a wrecked cry slipping from your throat.
"F-fuck, no, nonono—" he pants, eyes wide in panic and breathless as he grips your hips harder, dragging you back toward him, aligning himself right back at your clenching hole.
Oh, that nasty clench of your feisty pussy almost made him burst his load right into—
Wait. He can't.
"Shhhh, cutie," he slurs, pupils blown wide as he pushes the thick head back to your entrance, spreading your shaking legs even further apart, "don't gotta break that pretty little mind thinkin' about it. Just let me— fuckkkk, cutie—"
Poor, poor Rafayel.
He just wants to feel you a little longer, wants to scrape your cervix for just a minute longer, dwell in the feeling of your warm cunny before he pulls out.
"P-promise I'll pull out, just a little longer, then m' gonna get the—" Right then he halts his breath, hands griping a smacking handful of your thighs, firmly pushing them apart to gawk at your sobbing cunt, desperatly clenching just around his tip, threatening to suck him in deeper, "—condom."
Yeah, right.
The thick, bulking head of his cock pushes back past your folds, spreaaading them like the red sea, so slow and calculated, just enough to stretch you wide at the tip and make your breath seize in your lungs.
"Can't you feel it? P-pleaseee cutie," whispers, grinding his hips in circles to smear himself all over your entrance, teasing your greedy cunny as it twitches and grips around his mushroomy head. "Feels good, yeah? You feel it, right? Riiiight? C-c'mon... Gonna make you cum reallll good."
He doesn't let you answer, let alone let out a sound before his lips are back on yours, lewd sounds of tongues clashing and teeth smacking almost drowning out the loud smack smack smacking of his firm hips against your plush thighs.
Almost.
Shallow, greedy thrusts follow, punching your sweet spot with such precision it makes your eyes roll back and mouth fall agape, granting him further entrance into your mouth.
He's going to eat you alive at this point.
His hunger is almost unbearable at this point and you keen beneath him, back arching clear off the sheets, legs twitching, threatening to tremble as you suck your tummy in.
Actually, they already do.
"Just—just wanna feel you. Need it, baby." His voice is ragged, like he's barely holding himself together. "Can't wait. Can't—fuck, I need you."
And he's mere seconds away from snapping, sanity holding onto a tiny threat so thin, it might aswell already have snapped in two.
Doin' so good, sweetheart." he groans, thick girth diving into your depths, knocking at your g-spot like it's a headshot to a wanted target over and over again, your fluttering cunt screaming out obscene sound after sound. "Taking me so well—s-shiiiiit!— 'm not gonna last. You feel unreal. Fuckin' unreal, baby."
His rhythm stutters for just a second, his body betraying him, and that's when it starts to crack.
That's when he starts to crack.
You feel the shift, feel the snap in him. His thrusts falter, not from weakness but from overload, the pleasure starting to short-circuit his brain.
His breath comes in harsh, quick gasps, chest heaving as his muscles tremble with the strain of keeping himself steady. His cock pulses deep inside you, wide and twitching like he's right on the edge, trying to stave it off, trying to hold on, but he's already gone too far.
"Raf, baby. Don't forget the— nghhhh! C-condom!" you rush out followed by a moan from the depth of your throat, his head already in the crook of your neck, plastering it with kisses and maybe even an accidental bite to your nape.
Right, there was still something.
He lifts his head, eyes wide as realization hits him— but he knows he's not going to pull out any time soon.
Because he physically can't.
And fuck, his pitiful expression alone is enough to make your pussy clench like a vice around him, wrench, wrench, wrenching him like your life depends on it, so close to the edge yourself.
That coral gaze burns straight through you, so blazing and ravenous, dripping with heat and panic searching for something behind your glazed iris.
"T-tight fuckin' thing. So damn tight. Gonna cum, yeah?"
It's lust stripped down to its bare bones— his pupils blown, rimmed with color like sunset bleeding into dusk, and the way he looks at you, like you're his last meal.
He's close. And it's scaring him. Wrecking him.
Voice low and shredded now, soaked with pleasure and darker things, almost broken with how badly he wants to cum—wants to cum in you.
"You don't even know what your fuckin' cunny is doing ta' me, cutie," he rasps, fucking into you harder now, deeper, angling up to punch that sweet spot with every desperate thrust.
But you do. Oh, you do.
Hips snapping against you like he's chasing something he'll never reach, and he plants one hand against the headboard to keep himself upright, shaking all over, barely holding on. The other is locked tight on your thigh, hiking it up towards your shoulder, keeping you locked in place. Like if you so much as tried to move away, rob him from your snug tunnel, he'd lose it.
"Drivin' me fucking insane," he growls, voice cracked open and fucked-out.
Your brain stutters mid-thrust—just enough clarity to gasp out, voice high and shaky, "Wait—hnghhh! Raf', you gotta—"
"Hahhh? Gotta make my pretty baby cum?"
Now he's tasting his release at the tip of his tongue, completely lost and utterly mad from the sound of your clenching pussy alone, balls tightening up, tip ready to burst his load out. "Yeahhhhh, ya got it, baby."
"Mhmm! M' c-cummin', Raf'! Fuh-fuckkkk!"
A cry tears from your throat on cue as your body clamps down, your legs trembling, thighs shacking as a violent orgasm tears through you, every fiber of your being burning hot as your vision goes blank and you forget every scolding thought you had in your mind.
He pauses for half a second before he begins to pound you again, steadier now, dedicated even, both veiny hands firmly folding you into a meanacing mating-press.
"You got it, all of it. Yes, cream 'round me js' like that— Yesyeseyes— fuckkkk baby m' sorry m'—"
He's not.
His balls draw up tight, cock swelling deep inside you with that final, desperate pulse.
Then he bursts. Hot, thick ropes of cum spill straight into your cunt, gushing right up against your cervix.
It's too much—sticky and endless, flooding you full until it's leaking out around him in messy drips, your body milking every last drop like it needs it.
And then his eyes snap up to yours, wide, in a daze.
"Babyyyyy—I didn't— was going to, I meant to—"
But his hips twitch forward again. He can't help it.
He can't help but slip out out and watch the aftermath in awe, watch his cum overflowing your overstimulated cunt as you deserately try to keep it all in, droplets drip drip dripping down the curve of your ass.
"Y-you made a whole big mess, Raf'! I told you to—"
The words die on your tongue the second you catch his face—flushed, lips parted, eyes glowing that deep coral pink and brimming with guilt and hunger. Wrecked. Maybe even a tiny bit sorry.
"C-can I make it up to you by eating it outta ya?"
ZAYNE ⋆ ★ Can't Wait. ~1.2k
Zayne's a lightweight. Always has been.
It shows, too. In the flushed pink blooming across his cheeks, the tips of his ears going all red like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.
Your sweet husband's never been good at hiding how much he wants you. But when there's just the tiniest bit of liquor in his system? A little heat in his blood, a little buzz under his skin?
Then he's shameless. Dangerous, even.
That black button-up from your night out is hanging off his shoulders, halfway undone, unbothered to fix it, wanting you to notice. His wedding band clinks against your waist as his hands roam your hips, fumbling for the strap on your shoulder to greedily expose your perky tits.
Eyes locked on you— the only thing his eyes are trained on.
"You looked so hot all night," he mumbles against your neck, voice syrupy, breath reeking of a faint liquor and sin, "All dolled up, just for your husband, hm?"
Once your back hits the front door from the inside as soon as he closed it, he kisses you with such a feverous hunger, so clumsily sloppy.
Teeth and tongue and all heat, hands pawing at your now exposed tits, then thighs as his mouth sinks to catch your stiff nipple.
"Zayne, what's gotten into y—"
"You."
His thigh shoves between yours, grinding up until you're letting out an embarrassed squeak, one of your legs hitching up around his hip as he urges you to swing the other around to, carrying you to the next best surface— the kitchen counter— in a hurry.
"It's alllll you, darling." His words are muffled against your skin, his hands eagerly riding up your breathtaking dress to snake his fingers into your soaked through panties. "My pretty little wife makes me lose my head, you know. Can barely recognize myself."
"Zayne, baby," you try, breathless, tugging at the back of his collar to catch his attention to your face. "Sure it's not just the alcohol? Maybe we should get to bed, the condoms are also there—"
"S-shhhh", he slurs, glasses nearly slipping down the bridge of his nose as he hovers over you, "Is it a crime to worship my wife for a little while?"
In this case, it should be. Because whatever this is, it's torture.
His fingers fumble with his belt, all cocky and tipsy as he palms himself through his boxers. The fabric's soaked where his cock's been leaking all night, a fat wet spot darkening the white cotton. He's been hard since the moment you stepped out for that restaurant you've been wanting to go for ages now, thick, angry red crown twitching on his hand.
You whine in protest until your panties are torn and tossed onto the floor, his cock already smearing it's pre across your slick folds. "Just a second, Mmm-hmmm, then we'll go to bed and— f-fuckkk."
Yeah, he messed up.
"G-go to bed and I'll get the c-condom. Juuuuust a second, darlin'."
He trails off when his hand yanks your panties to the side, then off entirely, a quick, lazy tear splitting the seam as he tosses the ruined scrap onto the floor behind him.
That second becomes two. Then five.
Then he's already carrying you toward the couch, tripping over a thing or two, lips never leaving yours. One knee hits the cushion, then the next, and you fall with him, laughing into his mouth until it turns into a gasp, because his rigid length is already poking at your clenching hole, bulky cockhead pushhhhing past it.
His lips trail down your throat, mouthing at your pulse, siver wedding ring cold where it squeezes your tit, making you hiss as it catches onto your nipple.
At this point, you don't think he'll be able to—
"Can't wait,"
Ah.
"I won't go all the way but please, I don't think you understand, darling," he's a panting mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, glasses askew. His hips stutter between your thighs, cock heavy and leaking as he rocks through your folds, sometimes pushing the tip into your quivering pussy, "I need to feel you around me right now."
"Oh-okay. But you gotta promise, Zayne."
"Yeah, yeah— Ohhh, what sweet, pretty pussy my darling wife has on her."
Oh, and your husband's also a terrible liar.
Because the second the words leave your mouth, he's already in, squelch squelch squelching sounds echoing as he plumbs your weak hole full of his hefty length.
His hips jerk, sloppy and desperate, punching his cock deeper with every thrust. That thick, angry swell at the base catches on your entrance, making you jolt, back arching off the couch as he bullies past your clenching walls.
He moans into your shoulder, cock twitching as your cunt clamps down like a vice. It's too much. Too tight. Too good and he's wondering if he's actually drunk.
Yeah, he's drunk on your pussy. Gone.
"You're—hahhh— toooo good to me," he whimpers, teeth grit, face buried in your neck, glasses hanging onto a thread. "Too good— sooo good, baby."
You keen, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as thick veins draaaaag along your walls and paint them with every twitch of his slit, eyes rolling, mouth slack, hips grinding into yours, roughly against your clit like he's a goddamn mutt.
"Zayne? Your glasses, darling—hnghhh!—t-they're gonna break on the floor."
"Fuck that shit."
His language is filthy, not caring about his glasses falling off and onto the floor, not caring about anything but your crying pussy gushing around him each time he hits your cervix.
"I don't give a shit, sweetheart," voice coming out as a snarl, pace roughening, cock battering your g-spot with every brutal stroke of his. "Not when your pussy's this—hahhh—fuckin' heavenly."
Your nails scrape down his back as he pounds into you, rougher now, like he's trying to fuck every thought right out of your head.
And honestly? You're not far off.
Panting heavy, he's biting your shoulder, hips snapping into you with eagerness so reckless you can feel his hot slick crown damn near in your womb.
His eyes are glassy, mouth hanging open as he watches the way your greedy pussy takes him so well and with such shameless need, he swears he can hear her cry for more.
"Pussy's so fuckin' good— shiiiit!" he slurs, obviously drunk off more than just booze by now. "Can't think straight, c-can't—fuh-fuckkk!— M' gonna cum, darlin'—"
"Z-Zayne! The fuckin' c-con— nghhh! Don't stop, don't—"
Forceful orgasm cutting your words off as you become a squirting mess, clamping and clawing at his base as he continues his assault on your poor, overstimulated cunny, juices spraying everywhere.
"Justttt like that, darlin', mhmmm. G-gonna fill my pretty wife up, have you all round and glowing, yeah?" he spurts out, slamming into you one final time then freezes, cock buried to the hilt as he floods you with his whispy spurts of cum. Thick, hot ropes paint your insides white, dripping out the second he pulses again.
His whole body trembles, arms giving out as he collapses on top of you, still twitching deep inside.
He tries to pull out—he really does—but the second his eyes land on your stuffed tummy, his eyes roll to the back of his head, hips already rutting back against you again.
"Ohhh my darling wife", he hums, nose buried in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, drowning in your scent. He inhales deep, moaning like he's high off it, and that's when you realize, truly realize, just how far gone he is.
How drunk. How pussy-drunk. You-drunk.
His cock grinds even deeper, rutting into the deepest, most tender part of you as he whispers filth into your skin.
"Think it's time to consider a baby, hm?"
XAVIER ★ Pull out game... nonexistent? ~1.1k
"D-don't forget to pull out, 'kay?"
Your voice is light, barely a breath as you throw a look over your shoulder, eyes glinting with a warning that's too soft to land.
Xavier's already doomed. You both know it.
And he's already regretting everything.
Not you. Just the lazy-ass promise he made two minutes ago, when his morning wood was grinding slow and warm against your ass, and he was too blissed out on his day off to reach for a condom.
'Just a quick feel', he muttered in his grumpy morning voice, 'Gonna pull out. I promise', he said.
Even he didn't believe himself when he said it.
Now buried in you to the hilt, and the second your cunt sucked him in, wet and hungry and tight as sin, he knew he wasn't going to make it.
And it's his own damn fault.
You clench around him greedily, milking him already, and his breath punches out in a curse. He knows he should pull out. He told you he would. But all he can think about is how good you feel, how wet you are, how your cunt keeps sucking him deeper like you want him to stay.
"S-shitttt," he groans, forehead pressed to the back of your shoulder, hips twitching helplessly. "I'm—shit— I dunno, angel."
"Then get a condom, Xav'. It's alright if you can't handle it." And you're so cruel, saying it as a purr, clenching hard around his cock right as he's trying to pull back, locking him in place with your feisty cunt, strangling not only his cock, but also his ego.
A frustrated grunt rumbles from his throat because you know damn well he won't.
Get out of this? Out of you? And physically stand up?
Yeah. Over his dead fucking body.
"N-noooo—" he whines, arms trembling beside your body as he sinks back in deeper, grinding slow like he needs it more than oxygen. "I can take it, I swear— promise, angel. J-just don't make me leave."
"Oh-okay, Xav'," you moan, draaaagging it out with a long and mean breath as his swollen head knock knock knocks against the entrance of your womb, "Just keep g-going—ohhh yesss! Right there—!"
Violent shiver running through his body, cock twitching deep. The slit's drooling now, spilling steady heat into your cunt in thick little pulses, leaking.
"Shit, angel, d-don't say it like that," he pants, rutting into you now with slow, needy thrusts, teeth gritted. "You're making it so fucking hard to be good— so fucking hard—"
His teeth grit, breath catching in his throat, a stifled groan dragging up from somewhere deep in his chest as he tries to keep the rhythm steady. But he's failing badly.
Thrusts getting messier now, still slow, but shaky, cock twitching with every stroke because his body knows what's coming, building and building no matter how hard he fights it.
And to be honest, he's not even trying to fight the storm coming.
Not when you clamp down on him, a hicup fleeing past your lips as you feel every ridged vein adoring his pulsating dick.
"P-princessss, need to feel you cumming 'round me," he whines, long and runny tone causing your clit to pulsate, his fingers already finding comfort on the abandoned button, "Gonna be the death of me— gonna k-kill me with this pussy."
And yet his hips keep rocking into you, slam slam slam— sooo deep you can barely think straight. Deeper now. Harder.
Because if he's going down, he's taking you with him.
You're a gasping mess as you cum around him, sobbing on every thrust, thighs shaking, nails clawing back at his scalp as he fucks you through your orgasm, pussy spurting juices all over the base of his cock.
"Nnnngh!—you're so messy, Xav'," you croon, rocking back to take him even deeper, riding out your high, grinding your ass against his hips until his cock reaches that spot inside you, creating a buldge at your lower belly, "J-just give up—"
Right then, you hear it in his voice when he cracks.
"F-fuck no."
He fucking whimpers, cock throbbing violently as he stays buried inside you, his tip drooling more sticky pre that seeps out with every grind.
"Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—quit— squeezin' me like that— I can't—!"
But his words betray his body since his cock slams into your deepest spot with every stroke, the wet slap slap slapping of skin filling the clouded room, making your overstimulated cunt cry out.
"Then pull out," you bite, tilting your head back with the last strength you muster to look at him, eyes daringly sinful.
Wait. Waitwaitwait—
His eyes are glassy. Lips parted. Chest heaving.
"I—I can't, angel," he whines, voice all breath and heat, hips grinding in deeper even as he says it. "You're too mean—fuckkkk—milkin' me dryyyyy— h-hahhhh!—Can't even think—"
You feel the way his rhythm goes ragged, his whole body locking up behind you. He's fighting it, really fighting it, his muscles shaking, jaw clenched, hips jerking in shallow, stuttering thrusts.
"G-gonna take it, right? C'mon, princess, Just this— hnghhhh!— once."
But his cock's twitching like mad. And his balls are mere seconds close to burst out a fresh, sticky load.
With a strangled cry his hips slam forward, cock buried as deep as he can possibly get, grinding in hard as he spills inside you, thick and hot and so much.
You feel his cum flooding your pussy in long, pulsing spurts, painting your walls, dripping out around the base of his cock and onto the tangled sheets as he whines into your skin, thrusting through it.
"Fuhh-ckkkk!" he moans, drawn-out and helpless, hips jerking with every spurt, every twitch. "'M so sorry—fuck, I tried— swearrrr I tried to—"
But he doesn't even bother finishing, not with the way your eyes cut over your shoulder like a blade before your fingers tangle tight in his messy hay-blonde hair and yank him down into a wet, filthy kiss that makes him whimper right into you.
Back arched into him, tongue tangling with his as you both chase the last euphoric waves of pleasure by grinding like wild mutts against each other.
"Mmnn... I know," you shakily whisper, light giggle following suit against his pouty lips, "Tried s-soooo hard, didn't you?"
And he nods like a lost puppy, breath stuttering as his glossy lips tremble once you cage them between your lips.
Your grinding back against his hips in a rhythm that makes his thighs tremble and his cock jolt again, squishing out more of that thick mess he just dumped in you.
Now that he fucked up, might aswell make the most of it, no?
"Mhmmm", he hums in a daze, cock already twitching back to life inside you, eager rutts against your ass causing the sticky mess inside you to flood out between your pressed thighs,
"One more try, yeah? G-gonna pull out this time."
Famous last words.
SYLUS ★ Alllll in. ~1k
"I'm a lucky man."
His mouth brushes your ear, breath hot as he groans, the words vibrating right against your skin. One big hand caresses the side of your throat while the other spreads your thigh wider, pressing you open.
"Mmmm-hmmm," he growls, voice rough, cock sliding between your drenched folds at an almost eratic pace. The heavy head keeps nudging your clit, slick and angry, "Very lucky indeed."
Choking on a moan, your back arches when the thick, leaking crown of his cock drags through your folds again, smearing slick and pre along your thumbing clit.
"Had a rough night. Deal went to shit," he murmurs, though his voice betrays him—strained, desperate, twitching against your hole like his cock has a mind of its own, "But my sweet princess'll help me out, right? Give me a little pep-talk?"
"Yeah, right. Since when are you so- nghhh!- so tame?"
"Since now," he pants, nudging the angry tip right into your squeaking hole, your pussy already locking his tip in a headlock, "Enjoy it while it lasts and let me in, sweetie. I won't move. Promise."
Lie. Big fat lie.
Narrow eyes of yours stare him down just as his lips curl into a cheeky, smirk, slowwwwly forcing his massive size to push your poor walls apart.
You're not even trying to squeeze him, but your cunt is already fluttering around him, soaking wet from how pent-up he is. Gripping your waist with an iron-clad hold, trying so damn hard to stay still, but every twitch of your walls makes him flinch, throb.
It's impossible.
Now he's already bullying his way through your wails and shrieks, halfway in, dragging your pussy open inch by massive fucking inch, because he's trying so hard not to ruin you on the spot and pump you full of—
"Shoooo big, Sy'! Can't—hahhh!— I can't! M' so full!"
Maybe it's just in his head.
You shudder, overwhelmed by heat and stretch and the gush of pre smearing your walls.
Right then your orgasm hits hard, embarrassingly fast, dragging another cry from your lips as your pussy clenches around his cock again, pulling more grunts from his mouth.
You're already fucked-out, hips buck again greedily, stretch dizzying, walls clamping down with gluttonous need, and his breath catches with a hard shudder. Thighs locking tighter around his waist, holding him in, dragging him deeper.
Minutes tick by, or seconds, he can't tell, until his hips start to rock in tiny, traitorous movements.
Your cry cuts off into a gasp as his hips find a brutal rhythm, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Every ridge, every vein drags inside you, scraping his memoir into your walls.
God, he could die like this.
Eyes rolling, cock buried balls-deep in the warm clutch of your cunt, so moist and snug and just a little too cramped, your selfish cunny milking him for everything he's worth. Drowning in your whimpers, in the slap of slick skin, in the way your hands claw up his back for more.
It's perfect. Too perfect. Too bare.
Wait.
Wait—oh fuck.
He goes still mid-thrust, chest heaving, eyes wide and glossy as it hits him that he never put on the damn condom.
"Shit."
"Hmmm? Something wrong, Sy'?"
He's the Sylus, goddamnit. The ruler of the underground. But not here. Not when you're wrapped around him like this. Not when you're so hot, so loud, so feisty, and dripping down his length every time he pulls back just to thrust in again.
"Fuck's sake," he grits out, face buried in your neck like he's ashamed of himself, voice nearly unrecognizable. "I should—mmmh—I need to pull out."
But he doesn't. Can't. Not when your cunt squeezes him like velvet vice, not when your arms wind tighter around his neck and your hips grind up like you want him to ruin you.
"Hmm? What's that? C-can't focus when youhhh— ohhh!— in sooo deep, baby."
"Mhmmm, couldn't even get a condom because you're such a bratty little thing," he groans, voice going hoarse as he thrusts his fat tip right against your cervix with one forceful rut, barely holding on, "She's pulling me in, sweetie."
The bed rocks under the force of his shots, every sharp roll of his hips knocking the air from your lungs. The obscene, filthy sounds of your bodies say everything needing to be said.
"Whose fault is that, darling?" he grits out through clenched teeth, dragging his hands up your ribs to cup your face.
Fake it till you make it, I guess.
"Mhm! My fault, s' my fault Sy'!," you stammer, eyes glassy, mind running a thousand miles as he knocks your breath out again and again and—
"Now that's right," he huffs, forehead pressed against yours, a whimper catching in his throat as he eyes the heavy buldge at the pit of your tummy, "That's my good girl. Gonna let me cum inside, hm? Fill you up?"
"Mhmmm! Wanna feel it, allll of it Sy! Make me a m-mommy!"
Now you've done it.
Sylus's eyes roll back, face flushed, sweat pearling at his temple. He's trembling, so fucking close.
He's cumming before his mind even catches up, hips stuttering, breath leaving from his lungs as his body clamps against yours. A broken groan rips from his throat as he spurts buckets of pearly white cum into your womb, rutting in deep to make sure you take all of it.
"S-shit, sweetie," he hisses, forehead dropping to yours, ruby eyes blown wide and dazed, "feels good, hmm?"
You can't answer. Clenching, twitching, overwhelmed tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how deep he hits without even moving, some of his cum escaping down the curve of your ass.
Pressing a weak, sloppy open-mouthed-kiss to his temple, your heart's hammering as the slow pulse of his cum inside you makes you more excited by the second, unconciously humbing up into him.
"A-again. Want you to fill me up again, Sy'."
"Again, huh? Now you're being greedy, sweetheart." He punctuates it with a sharp thrust, one that makes your whole body jolt, makes you yelp, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Whatever my sweet girl wants", he ushers against your puckered lips, dick twitching inside your cramped cunny, "she'll get."
Well, once you have tasted blood, you'll always want more.
CALEB ★ Home sweet home. ~1.2k
"W-what?"
"Condom, Cay'."
"Y-yeah right, condom. Gotta get it. Gotta—"
You're cruel. So very cruel.
Tangled together on the bed, your bodies slick with sweat, breaths rapid. Caleb's fingers dig into your hips as you impatiently grind your slick, exposed cunny over his stiff length, dragging it up right against his tip.
"Mhhh, hurryyyy! Wanna feel you already!"
Right then a fat bead of pre spurts from his slit, kissing your clit with a shining glee and you damn near sob, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop the filthy little sound clawing up your throat.
"One sec' pips'. Just one second, m' gonna get it— fuck!"
He tries. He tries to lift you off, shaky hands fumbling at your waist.
"Just pull out and stop. t-talking."
But it's you who slid down on his tip, thighs slapping against his as you take him in to the hilt in one greedy push, his hefty girth streeeetching your out instantly, a loud squeak! resounding as his crown thumbs against your cervix.
Or did he drag you down, fists clenched tight around your waist?
Actually, it doesn't even matter anymore.
"Jesus Christ, baby," he groans, voice so thick with lust it's barely human anymore. "L-lemme get it, m' gonna—"
His voice cracks, almost a panic as his hands tighten on your waist, trembling, begging you to just slow down with each twitch of his fingers, cock twitching inside you since he's already right on his fucking limit.
He tries again. Hands push at your hips, trembling, uncoordinated, unable to decide if he wants to get you off him or fuck up into you on repeat.
"Wait—just lemme grab it, baby, j-just for a seco—"
"O-ohhh! I don't care anymore!" Your high-pitched tantrum throws him off, your hips grinding doen hard onto him in a hurry, so needy and shameless that he can't help but buck his hips upwards, stealing a pleased sigh from you.
You drop your hips again, soaked pussy swallowing him whole, strangling his pumping length and that's it. That's fucking it.
"Fuckin' hell," suddenly his grip turns firm, fingers digging into your flesh, forcing you down with a loud slap! of skin to skin. "Really? Ya' don't care anymore? Really want me ta' beat this pussy up?"
SLAP!
His hands slam down onto your ass, big palms grabbing, spreading, slapping, the poor flesh turning red on impact. And you jolt in his hold, clit thumb thumb thumbing like it has it's own heartbeat.
"Shit! Yer' fuckin'—nghhh!— gonna make me lose it," he pants, snapping his hips up into you dwelling in the suffocating hold of your soothing walls. "Ya' like that? Like ridin' me raw? Knocking this greedy pussy up? "
Desperate nod saying more than words could, you bounce up and down, up and down, tight pussy fixed around him, screaming in protest every time you surge up with loud, protesting gush gush gushes.
"Dirty fuckin' girl."
He grabs your ass again, harder this time, fingers sinking in, dragging you down with each thrust, eyes fixated on the delicious buldge of his fat cockhead bump bump bumping in your gut.
"Couldn't even wait, huh? Had ta' sit on my cock like the needy girl ya' are. Didn't even let me grab the fuh-fuckin'— shiiiiit!—"
Smack!
Another harsh slap ripples the fat of your rear, sharp but yet so perfect, the sting making you moan out, embarrasingly so, only further making your walls constrict around his hefty girth.
"Ya' want me to lose it, hah? Wanna make me forget everything but this feisty lil' pussy?"
You nod, nails dragging down his back. "Yessss! Pleaseeeee! Wan' you to fuck me stupid! Wanna c-cum!"
Forehead pressed to yours, he's fucking up into you with vicious intend, "Yeahhhh, yer' gonna get it. Gonna make you cum so gooood, pips' Js' let go f' me, yeah?"
And just like that, you break apart, body feeling like it's been lit on fire as you twitch around him uncontrollably, gushing your squirting sap alllll over his pelvic area.
"A-attaaaaa girl", he's watching you come undone, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucks you through your high, staring down at the mess you made in awe.
You're both drenched in it.
"What a beautiful mess," he pants, still pistoning his cock right against your g-spot, dragging your orgasm out. "Look at that pretty pussy squirtin' allll over me."
He's a pussy-drunk mess by now, cock still hard and throbbing inside your overstimulated cunt as she eagerly milks his cock, desperate for him to fill you up with his hot cum.
"Fuckkkk, I missed this. Missed you, this sweet little cunt, squeezin' 'round me. It's been sooo long."
You're panting now, still in shock from your orgasm, hips rocking against his, "B-but, Cay' we just did it y-yesterday—"
"That's wayyyy to long f' me."
You're whining, squirming in his lap, but he just has a crazed look, hungry, bucking his hips up, teasing the entrance of your womb with smooches.
He leans back slightly one hand gripping your ass, the other spreading you open so he can observe your stuffed cunny struggling to hold him in.
"Look at ya'," he mutters, half in awe, half in madness, "Gonna stuff ya' full till yer' leaking 'round me, till all you can think about is me, me, me—"
So close to his own wit's end, he's doing his best to focus on the delicious squelch of your stuttering pussy, heavy, fast breaths barely calming his racing heart down.
"God, you feel so good," he rasps, breath hitching. "So warm, so wet, 'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up."
You're clawing at his shoulders now, legs buckling as you feel your second high approching slyly. Every thrust sounds wetter than the last, his balls slapping your ass with every rushed snap of his hips.
Your moans are getting higher. His pace is getting sloppy. He's right there.
"No condom, no nothin'," he murmurs, forehead pressing against yours as he slowly, slowly inches the fat head inside, your walls stretching around him like they were made to take him bare. "You’re just gonna fuck me raw like this, huh? Gonna stuff you full till you're leaking around me, till all you can think about is me, me, me—"
He inches the fat head back in again, and your walls stretch, trembling, sucking him in until—
"Yesyesyes— fuckkk!—"
Your cry breaks into a sob as your body locks up around him. Caleb barely gets a breath before he's falling with you, mouth hanging slack as his hips jerk once, twice, and then he spills his thick load of fresh whites into you.
"Ooouhhhh! Cay-caleb!"
You sob, cunt spasming, milking him through it as your second orgasm rips through you, so intense your thighs shake, whole body shuddering in his lap, falling onto his sweaty, heaving chest.
"You're so fuckin' hot."
He's dazed, cock still twitching, slit spurting out the last wispy ropes inside you while his cum leaks out around the base in sticky dribbles, his locked gaze snapping up to your flustered face, sleazy grin twitching up his lips.
"Think m' addicted now."
Pff. As if he wasn't already whipped the second you climbed into his lap.
about ♱ losing your virginity to the experienced lads men!
pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ] x f!r
content warning ♱ virginity loss, slight jealousy/insecurity, a bit of hurt comfort, mentions of blood, possessiveness, slight corruption, innocence kink, body worship, fingering, mentions of oral (f. receiving), heavy pet name usage, unprotected sex, creampie, unrealistic smut, established relationships (except caleb is readers bsf) lowkey plot heavy sorry — MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ so i accidentally made zayne’s angsty … apologies. also this isn’t my best, but i'm still proud of it! i hope everyone enjoys! it’s my longest one so far yayy. feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
沈星回 ⟢ #XAVIER
your relationship had always been soft—gentle kisses, intertwined hands, quiet nights spent tangled together beneath blankets. it was sweet, almost innocent. but beneath that sweetness, xavier’s been aching for more.
of course, he was patient with you, but in truth, xavier’s waited months for this. for the words to slip out of your mouth so coyly with pretty, innocent doe eyes. for you to look at him the way you are now and say,
“xavie… do you think we could… um,” you can barely say the words, a lump forming in your throat out of sheer mortification. “have sex?” you end on a whisper.
and xavier’s breath catches instantly, a rush of heat pooling low in his stomach. you’re just so impossibly cute that he wonders how he’s managed to hold himself back for so long without pouncing on you. maybe it’s his hand that has kept him sane this whole time. every night, he’d go back to his place, haunted by your sweet voice and pretty face, and stroke himself for hours thinking about you—thinking about the way your tight walls would wrap around him. thinking about how you wouldn’t know a damn thing.
“a-are you sure?” he needs confirmation. he needs to hear you say it with no hesitation whatsoever.
and when you respond with a meek nod and, “i’m sure… you know i’ve never done anything like this before and… i want you to be my first. i trust you.”
xavier sees red. his mind blanks, reason slipping through his fingers as a rush of emotion crashes over him all blurring together until he can’t tell one from the other. maybe you’re wrong to trust him. maybe you should run.
but xavier controls himself and lets his dreams come true. you’re in his bed, tucked beneath him in cute, mismatched lingerie. it’s your first time, and even as he steadies himself for you, the thought fills him with a quiet, reverent joy. you’re his now, and the moment feels sacred.
your teeth tug on your bottom lip anxiously as he hovers above you—he knows you’re nervous, but he can’t help but feel elated. he’s claiming you tonight… you’ll be completely and utterly his—the way you were destined to be.
he preps you extensively—rubbing you over your panties, then slipping his fingers underneath the soaked fabric and playing with your untouched clit then finally pushing a single digit into your warm, velvet walls. and you cry, you sob, you moan, every broken sound is some variation of his name and he almost comes untouched. instead, he adds a second, watching your face scrunch up in pained pleasure.
he gets you right to the edge and when you’re teetering on your orgasm, he pulls them out. he feels his cock twitch wildly in his all too tight boxers when you cry helplessly. he reminds you that you can’t have your first orgasm like this—that it needs to be on his cock and you just nod dumbly, heating up in shyness all over again.
your panties are off instantly and his eyes zero in on your drooling cunt, watching your barely stretched hole twitch and beg for his cock. he moans at the sight, pinning your legs open when you try to close them shyly under his intense gaze. “no, honey, keep ‘em open so i can see all of you, yeah?”
you arch your back gasping for something to dull the ache in your pussy, “xavier… please,”
and he nods, panting. he pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock and letting it slap against his bare abdomen and you choke, eyes widening. he notices immediately and your fear shouldn’t turn him on but it does. so much.
“you ready f’me, baby?” he asks hotly.
you nod, responding with a watery voice. “yeah, please… wanna be yours, xav,”
and xavier is so scared because the moment his cock presses into you and he feels you stretching around him to take him, he knows he’s going to ruin you. he knows he won’t be able to go slow the way you need him to. especially when you’re losing your innocence right before him.
he’s groaning, self control fraying at your mewls and sobs. “f-fuck, angel… s’tight. squeezing the fuck out of me. rela—hah! relax.”
and your arousal—brought by his face, his moans, his words, his cock— streams out of you and coats his length allowing him to inch in more and more with every passing second.
“can-can i keep moving, honey?” he gasps, dick throbbing at the new, tight space. “you okay?”
you nod and he parrots, sliding himself in and feeling you tense underneath him before relaxing—or attempting to. he moans, intertwining your fingers before leaning down to kiss you with such intensity you almost don’t notice that he shoves himself in.
you almost wouldn’t have had his fat tip not bumped right against your cervix causing a scream to erupt into his mouth.
xavier falters, the control he’s known for unraveling in an instant. his touch turns desperate, almost trembling, and his words spill out between shallow breaths and sloppy kisses. his hands squeeze yours tight enough to hurt as he attempts to anchor himself.
he lets you adjust… tries to be patient with you as you make all these cute sounds and whimper out his name while your pussy holds him tight. it’s the least he can do.
but when you give him the okay to move? you almost regret it. he pistons in and out of you, releasing one of your hands to sneak his between your bodies and rub at your clit.
“god, you’re so perfect—ah, my perfect stargirl.” he moans, his abdomen tightening up the same way your pussy does when he flicks at your clit faster and faster. “cum for me, yeah? cum all over me.”
you do just that with a cry of his name and it only triggers his orgasm. you both feel his warm seed filling your cunt and it’s so overwhelming for the both of you—moans of each other’s names and heavy panting before he’s collapsing onto your body.
you’re his. every single part of you. his sweet girl is finally all his. he mumbles into your neck.
“no one will ever have you like this except for me, okay?”
夏以昼 ⟢ #CALEB
you’ve only ever trusted caleb. he’s instilled the fact that he’ll be the only man in your life—the only man who would never, ever hurt you almost from the moment you met. you hurt yourself? you call caleb. you need a ride because it’s pouring rain and you forgot your umbrella? you call caleb. you need anything at all? you call caleb.
…you want to lose your virginity?
well, who else would you call other than caleb?
you don’t call, but text him—too embarrassed to even say the words out loud—and he’s at your door within the hour, breath uneven, brows drawn tight. there’s confusion in his eyes, maybe even a flicker of anger, but beneath it all, something else you can’t quite name.
he bulldozes his way into your apartment and his voice is low when he speaks. “so… you want to have sex… any particular reason?” no niceties. just straight to the point.
you shut the door and face away from him, timidly responding. “‘m just curious, my girlfriends are always talking about their sex lives and you know i know nothing. i just wanted to get it over with, but with someone i trust… so i wanted it to be you.” you babble anxiously. you turn to see him standing there, tense and unmoving with his hands in his pockets. “is that weird? if it is, then we can just forget it, i’ll ask—”
he cuts you off with haste, gritting his words out. “pips, i swear you better not say you’ll ask someone else.” he stalks towards you and the intensity of his gaze on you has you backing up against the door. “i will take care of you like i always do, isn’t that right, baby?”
baby. caleb has called you that before, but in a degrading, teasing way, but it doesn’t seem like he’s teasing. your breath catches at the foreign name, but you nod anyway.
but a nod isn’t enough for him, you can see it in his raised, expectant eyebrow. he wants you to say it. he needs to hear you say how much you want him. “yes caleb… yes, please. help me?”
then his lips are on yours and he’s pulling you in for a searing kiss. it’s messy—too full of want to be graceful—and for a fleeting second, you’re grateful it’s him. your caleb, your childhood best friend. the very same caleb who once taught you how to kiss is now the one undoing you with his lips.
and caleb is meticulous. he starts with his head between your thighs, lapping at your messy cunt muttering on and on about how a real man will always eat his pretty girl out before fucking her. he has you falling apart on his mouth, his nose, his fingers—over and over and over until you’re a shaking, writhing mess under him.
now his cock is rubbing up and down your sensitive slit, coating himself in your slick while you twitch and pant. he’s holding onto every bit of self restraint he has left. “tell me what to do, baby.”
you don’t know how, but your pussy craves something it's never had. craves the weight of his thick cock. especially when he presses the bulbous tip of his cock at your entrance. “please… put it inside me. need you to fuck me ple—ah!”
you’re cut off again by the painful stretch of his length finally pressing into you. his thumb catches your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud as a ploy to distract you from the way he rips you apart, but with his size? there’s nothing that can take your mind off the pain.
you sob and he moans at the sound… the feeling. there’s a lump in his throat almost like he could cry. he’s wanted this for years. he’s wanted to make you his for fucking lifetimes and now he finally has you. he’ll never give you away to any man after today. you’re his forever.
“hurts…” you whisper, tears free falling from your tightly shut eyes.
his entire body goes rigid as he twitches beneath your vice like velvet walls. “shhh, i know, baby, i know,” he coos, but even his voice is shaky. then he notices the blood, further confirmation that he’s your first… your only. “fuck, i’m almost in, okay? gonna make it feel s’good for ya, promise.”
you nod, breathing the way he instructs you to, discerning every inch that fills your cunt. then he bottoms out, his tip nestled so deep that you feel him everywhere.
you gasp, “f-fuck, caleb!” your shaking hand splays over your stomach, pressing down and feeling the evidence of him. you find yourself loving the pressure of him inside of you and your body needs more. you know it’s greedy and you probably should let your body adjust to his thick length, but you can’t wait. “more, need more. you promised you’d make me feel good,” you pant. “so please move,”
he laughs incredulously, backing out of your heat just to shove himself back in. “gonna drive me crazy, pips… gonna make me make this pretty pussy mine.”
and you squeeze him so tight, branding the shape of him into you. because you’ve longed to hear those words from him and you had a slight inkling that he’d been waiting just as long to say them to you.
your body tightens, a familiar tension coiling deep inside you. it’s a sensation you’ve only felt a handful of times before—all consuming—until the ache in your belly blooms into something electric, something that borders on euphoric. the testimony slips past your lips as a moan as you feel yourself unravelling around him. “caleb…fuck! i-it’s yours… always been yours.”
“that’s right, baby, all fuckin’ mine.”
秦彻 ⟢ #SYLUS
you’ve never given much thought to sylus’s previous relationships. you know he’s experienced. he knows how to kiss you, knows how to eat you out and he knows how to make you cum and cry and everything in between. you also know that kind of experience doesn’t just come out of nowhere. as much as you like to believe sylus was simply born perfect, you know better. someone else must’ve come before you—someone he learned with, practiced with—long before he ever fell in love with you.
the thought of sylus being intimate with someone else left a sour taste in your mouth and made your stomach sink. it’s irrational—you’re hyper aware of that, but it can’t be helped. there’s a big possibility that he was, like you assumed, born perfect and you’re his first partner, but there’s no way to know unless you ask.
so you ask, bold and brave at first but when he gives you a sheepish look, you falter and it’s obvious that his non-committal answer hurts you, even if it’s only a little.
“sweetie, why does it matter if i’ve had prior partners? none of them could ever hold a candle to you.” he confirms, voice so matter of fact.
there’s still a flicker of hurt in your eyes when you look up at him. “how can you be so confident when we’ve never even had sex? what if all the girls you fucked in the past are a million times better than i am?”
he gives you a look you can’t discern before his hands cup your cheeks, squishing them and laying a chaste kiss lips on your puckered lips. “because i love you, sweet girl. not for your body or for your face— even though i believe you’re the most gorgeous person alive—but for who you are and how alive you make me feel.” and every word rolls off his tongue so confidently, so reassuringly. “sex doesn’t matter to me. i could go lifetimes without it as long as i get to be with you.”
and his words are all the justification you need. you’ve been saving yourself—holding yourself back for the right person, the one who makes you feel safe, seen, understood. sylus has never given you a reason to doubt that it’s him. he’s the one you trust, the one you love. your one. your only.
you gulp before inhaling sharply and letting a surge of confidence take you over. you push him onto his bed and straddle him, movements a little uncoordinated, but he steadies you like he always does. “don’t want you to go lifetimes without it… i wanna do it.” you whisper. “i want to go all the way.”
he searches your eyes for even the slightest bit of hesitation, but you stand firm on your decision. it makes his cock harden beneath you, digging into your clothed core. you grind against him gently, inconsistently as extra confirmation that you want him and his breath hitches.
now you’re on top of him, his warm, tender hands rubbing up and down your sides as you hover over his cock. he’s prepped you, of course. sylus spent eons prying you open so you could take him… but he’s still huge and you’re still too tight.
he looks up and your chest heaving as your arousal drips down his tip. he murmurs to you, “go as slow as you want, baby. we can stop when—shit.”
he’s immediately cut off by your tight heat stretching over his mushroom head, trapping him there as a moan rips through you. it hurts, he knows it does. his size is one of the other main reasons you avoided having sex. he was just too big.
“fuck, ease up, sweetie. ‘s gonna hurt if you keep squeezing me like that.” his voice is gravelly, practically a grunt. “let me open you up.”
you nod, determined to keep going, your breaths coming out in shaky rhythm as sylus steadies you with soft praise and gentle murmurs. his words wrap around you like a warm embrace, and with every one, arousal gushes out of you—spilling over, pooling down to where you’re joined, until all you can feel is him.
“you’re taking me so well, baby,” he says, squeezing your hips and pulling himself up to smother his face against your tits. “there’s no one but you. never going to be anyone but you. understand?”
you cry, sliding yourself all the way down until he’s bottomed out inside of you. “yes, all mine,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling so full of his cock and love that you forget about the ache and the pressure. you can only think about him being lodged against your sweet spot causing a knot to quickly form in your stomach, both ends of the sting pulling tighter and tighter until…
snap!
and your eyes are rolling back, your head rids of every word just to cling onto his name in which you repeat like a prayer over and over and over. your pussy convulses, walls spasming as you become mush in his arms.
sylus resorts to his default smug smile, pulling away from your breasts to look at you, his crimson eyes gleaming with mirth. “you just came from putting my cock inside you, sweetheart.”
it’s not a question, it’s a statement. a fact, at that. you whimper, nodding, before raising your hips that still have a tremor from your orgasm and sliding back down.
“w-want you… t’give me everything, sy.” you whimper, digging your nails into his pale shoulders, leaving red crescent shapes in their wake. “want you s’bad it hurts.”
he laughs breathily, heart pounding and blood thrumming beneath his skin. “whatever you want, sweetie. it’s yours—i’m yours. take as much as you want.”
黎深 ⟢ #ZAYNE
there’s nothing you want more than zayne to fuck you. yes, you were a virgin, that much was clear, but that never meant you didn’t get urges. you fantasized about zayne for years before he finally asked you out. you refused to go on dates, you refused to kiss other men and you most certainly rejected any advances that were made on you—you could’ve lost your virginity if you really wanted to, but above all, you only wanted one man to have it. your man.
but even after several weeks of being his girlfriend, he still denies you. he can’t seem to bring himself to go past third base with you. he’ll kiss you, play with your tits, and fuck you with his fingers, but the second you mention going all the way, his hands are off you like he’s been burned.
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. you always knew he was experienced—he was humble about his ability to work a woman’s body—but that only made his hesitation more confusing. why did he pull away whenever sex with you came up? why did he act like the thought of being with you in the most intimate way possible was something he had to avoid?
you tried so hard not to let it show, to pretend his distance didn’t bother you—but tonight, you’re at your breaking point. the ache for him is one you can feel in your cunt and deep in your bones, a slow, relentless burn that pulls every buried feeling to the surface. all the want you’ve swallowed down for years, all the insecurity and fear you’ve tried to bite back—they’re rising now, thick in your throat, threatening to spill out of your mouth if he didn’t finally fuck you.
but he refuses, once again with a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he pulls his fingers out of you sopping, needy pussy. “not tonight,” he says thickly.
and you can’t help it. the tears blurring everything until the warmth of the moment feels cold. what started as pleasure twists into something raw and aching. “do you just not want me or something?” you whisper, words broken and zayne freezes, heart splintering at the sound. “i’ve wanted you for so long, zayne. i’ve liked you since i could even process what the feeling was.”
“sweetheart—”
“i saved everything for you…all my firsts like a fucking idiot on the off chance that you would finally see me, and you would want me… and then i got so lucky and you did want me,” you say, tearily. “at least i thought you did, but now i try to give you all of me and you repeatedly reject me. so what is it, zayne? do you want me or not because i only want to be with someone who does.”
his voice is tight when he responds, hazel jade eyes going dark. “i’ve always wanted you. i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you and it scares me.” he whispers, sounding pained. “i do want you, sweetheart… more than that, i need you. every fiber of my being needs you and i can’t control it. it’s why i keep saying no… i just can’t bear to lose control and hurt you. your first time deserves to be perfect.”
your breath hitches at his words, pussy weeping at the idea of zayne losing control. you want that. desperately. you take his hands and place them on your thighs, “hurt me, i don’t care. just please… give it to me, zayne.”
and all the self control he’s built over the years dissipates in an instant. his lips are on yours, tongues and teeth clashing with a mixture of spit coating your chins. zayne is both rough and gentle with his movements, hands squeezing at any bit of your flesh he can grab. he’s in between your legs in no time with his cock in his hand, pumping himself and watching how you admire him in awe.
“tell me,” he pants. “please, sweetheart. tell me how bad you want it.”
you whimper and shoot him pleading eyes. “i need it s’bad. need you, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
zayne wouldn’t even dream of making you wait. he takes a few deep breaths before pushing into you, instantly met with resistance. you gasp and wince at the stretch, but you welcome the pain and the pressure of him because you’ve dreamed of this for what feels like an eternity.
you tell him to move despite the evidence of blood and the obvious pain you’re enduring. he’s hesitant, he always is when it comes to intimacy, but you’re convincing when you want to be and, at the end of the day, he could never truly deny you.
and so he moves, stretching you open, splitting you on his cock while he tries his damndest to keep from completely losing it and fucking you stupid. the truth is, it’s taking everything out of him to be a good man to you. to be the man you deserve.
luckily, it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the foreign feeling and the discomfort—slowly, but surely it turned into something tolerable then finally, the feeling of immense pleasure. especially when you snake a hand between your bodies and play with your clit… just like you used to when you would fantasize about this moment.
you can see zayne is holding back, with his set jaw and his eyes squeezed shut, but that’s the last thing you want.
“don’t hold back, zayne.” you moan and he responds with something short of a whimper. a noise that sounds like it begrudgingly crawled out of his throat.
“i love you,” he heaves, the words strained like it’s taking everything not to ravage you. he didn’t want to say it like this, but he’s overwhelmed by you—your pussy, your pretty face, your even prettier sounds. he can’t help but let the words he’s been holding onto for so long spill out of him. “love you. i’ve loved you for so long… ‘m sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. so, so sorry.” he falls on top of you, tearing up with his head in the crook of your neck while he continues to thrust into you at a steady pace.
you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in closer. “and i love you so much,” you whisper, heart in your throat. “i want you to show me. let go and love me the way you want. you won’t hurt me.”
祁煜 ⟢ #RAFAYEL
the early days of your relationship with rafayel were rocky. you wanted him—god, you wanted him more than anything—but every time your intimacy got too intense, you’d pull away. you’d mumble some excuse about having to go, or pretend something suddenly needed your attention.
you saw the disappointment flicker across his face each time, that quiet look he never dared to question, and it tore you apart because you knew it was killing him. you could see the want… the need for you in his eyes, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to allow things to move further.
it was a cruel loop—you wanted him, you wanted sex with him, but fear always won. fear that you’d be horrible at it, that he’d see you differently, that once you crossed that line, he wouldn’t look at you with the same softness anymore. that he wouldn’t think you were his pretty girl anymore.
but your distance is wearing him down. rafayel’s trying to be patient, but you can feel it—the way he’s unraveling, the way he wishes he could just crawl into your head and understand what’s holding you back.
rafayel doesn’t do well with distance. he’s prone to spiraling and losing every ounce of inspiration without you, and you’re the rock that steadies him. he needs you, so he invites begs you to come over and your guilt has you obliged.
but when you arrive and see his entire home lit with candles, you feel your palms clam up and your throat get dry. you blurt your insecurities before he has the chance to even greet you.
“i want to, ahem… have sex… with you,” you start, awkwardly, cringing at yourself. “but i… can’t. because i don’t think you’ll like having sex with me.”
his brows draw in and a small scowl rests on his face. “you think i wouldn’t like having sex with you? the love and light of my life?”
“well… yeah?” you say, shrinking under his scrutiny. “what if… i’m too awkward or i’m not actually as pretty as you think i am? i don’t… i don’t want you to not like it. does that make sense?”
“no,” he says flatly. “you know i think you’re the prettiest princess in the world and sea, nothing underneath your clothes could change the way i feel about you. i’m offended you’d think i’m that shallow.” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “you trust me, don’t you?”
you nod slowly, “more than anything.”
“then let me show you how much i adore and worship you.”
and rafayel is so slow and gentle when he cradles your face and pecks your lips. so tender when he coaxes your mouth open so he can push his tongue in. so sweet when he’s guiding you into his bedroom without pulling away from you.
your clothes disappear before you can realize it, save for your bra and panties. you feel the need to cover up, feeling overly exposed and vulnerable before him and his darkening eyes. your arms cross over your breasts and stomach and he shakes his head, peeling your hands away from your body and pinning them above your head.
“don’t… don’t hide from me. i think you’re perfect, you’re so pretty.” he murmurs, keeping your hands above your head before he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and down your chest. his free hand tugs at your bra until your breasts spill out and his mouth finds your tight, peaked nipple.
you gasp, arching your back to which he chuckles. “i think your body wants me, princess.”
and it does. he can feel just how badly when his mouth trails down further and finds your cunt dripping through your panties.
as much as rafayel wants to eat your pretty pussy till you’re squirming and gushing, his cock begs for attention. instead, he pushes his finger into you, stretching you slowly before adding a second finger. he watches you wince and hears your sharp gasp with every little movement. when he deems you ready, he pulls out, watching your pussy gape and hearing your little cry at the loss of contact.
he sits back, little purple strands sticking to his forehead as the heat in the room seems to rise. “we can still stop if you really want to, but i—i need you to tell me now, because…” you notice the way he twitches in his pants and you’re mesmerized by his full body shudder. “i need you… and i won’t be able to stop once i get inside of you.”
you shake your head, meekly. “n-no… i want you.”
it’s the only confirmation he needs before he’s freeing himself from the confines of his pants and you from your uncomfortably sopping panties, tossing everything to the side.
he lines himself up with your drooling hole, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your slit. then he takes a breath and pushes inside your warm, wet walls, and the room is immediately filled with the sounds of your mixed whines.
s length has your fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles losing color as the fabric threatens to tear beneath your grip. “raf,” you sob, voice breaking as your mouth falls open and your eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by the way he fills you.
“does it—fuck, cutie, you’re so fucking tight. gosh, y-you’re gonna ruin me,” he pushes in further, thankful that you’re honey like arousal makes it easier to slip in. “does it hurt? you–you’d tell me, right?”
“f-feels strange… but it doesn’t hurt.” you pant, feeling more and more full with every inch he pushes inside of you. “i’ll tell you if it hurts, just… keep going.”
it’s all the encouragement he needs to sink the rest of the way in, eyes locked on the way you take him—slowly, completely—until there’s nothing left between you. until his skin is against yours and you’re so full of him that he’s all you can think about.
“you don’t know how long i’ve waited to have you like this.” he murmurs, pulling out before shoving himself back inside. “my pretty girl. you’re finally all mine.”
a/n: I can't decide if this is more or less freaky than Verdant Wetlands 🫠 Listen here 🖤
(Disclaimer: all of Xavier’s dialogue was pulled from the Celestial Yearn 4* secret times)
Sylus | Caleb | Zayne | Rafayel
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After a long day you're finally home. Entering the apartment, you turn to hang your coat when you hear Xavier's soft voice, "You're back?"
You jump, heart pounding in your chest, "Xavier!"
"Did I startle you? Sorry." He wears a troubled expression.
"You look a little upset. Have you been here a while?" you ask.
"Yeah I was waiting for you." he stops. "I look a little upset?" his nostrils flare as his blue eyes pierce yours.
"You seem… hangry," you say with an amused smile.
He scoffs, incredulous, "You think… it's because I'm hungry?" he huffs a laugh, "Is that what you really think?"
You step close to him, "Mhm."
"Too bad. You're wrong actually." Xavier crosses his arms, turning his gaze from you.
You push him down onto the couch, "Then… let's make it a game."
He chuckles, eyes bright with amusement, "You want to play a game where you guess why Xavier is unhappy?"
You nod and he smiles, "Sure. But…" he grabs your hands, "Since it's a game, there should be rewards and punishments."
You give him a suspicious look as he pulls you to stand between his legs. He tilts his head with a grin, "You won't accuse me of being unfair when the time comes, right?" He pulls you down to straddle him, your breath catching at the sudden movement.
"Sit here." he all but commands as his hands fall to your hips, pulling you closer. "Come a little closer. I wanna know what you're thinking," his voice drops to a quiet rasp. He pulls you in for a kiss as your hand drops to his zipper. He releases a soft grunt when you wrap your palm around his already half-hard cock. You try to pull back, but he stops you.
"You're trying to slip away. No. I won't let you go this time." His hands grip your shoulders.
"But-" you start.
"I don't want an explanation." his eyes darken.
"You don't want-…?" you try again.
He tilts his head with a smirk, "What do you think I want?" Xavier pulls you against him, breathing heavily as he slots his mouth against yours, his tongue desperately seeking yours as the kiss deepens.
You nip his bottom lip, your breath catching, "Xavier…"
"I'm being too… aggressive?" he asks with a teasing smile, then whispers, "It's because I'm upset."
Before you can roll your eyes, he pulls you into another heated kiss, grunting softly as your hand starts to pump his hardening arousal.
"And… I caught you trying to break the rules." One hand sweeps the hair from your face as his eyes search yours, "What should I do…?" His eyes travel over you with a hum, "Mmm… you need to be punished."
You glare at him, your hand on his cock slowing.
He chuckles, "Giving me that look is pointless. I'll wait and see what you'll do." He sits back, sharp eyes closely watching you.
You swipe your thumb over the head of him, smearing a bead of precum, earning you a soft grunt.
"Is that it?" he rasps, his lips curved up in a smirk, "It's not nearly enough."
"That smile says otherwise," you tease.
"…I'm smiling-?" he stutters as you slide to your knees.
The sight of you kneeling between his spread thighs has his breath catching before you take him into your mouth. His head kicks back as you swirl your tongue over him. You can't help but hum at the heady taste of him.
His eyes watch you, lids half shuttered, "Mmm… this is better. Definitely." You watch as his chest rises and falls, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. "Only… a little, though," smug satisfaction rolls through you at the slight tremble in his voice. "And… you still need to coax me. You have eighty percent left."
You pull off of him, quickly shedding your clothes and straddling him once more. Xavier's breathing turns labored, the soft moans music to your ears as you slide the hot wet seam of your pussy over his cock.
Your hand drops to tease the head of him as he slides through your slick, when he grips your wrist with a soft laugh, "You're not holding back… It feels less like coaxing and more like you're using this avenge yourself. So… you're back to ninety percent."
"Unless…" his free hand grips the plush of your hip. "You do it like this. And…" Xavier's breath hitches as your hips begin to roll into him. Another soft moan escapes his lips, "Yeah… like that…" he pants.
He pulls you closer, lips finding yours between heated gasps, "It'll help. Don't forget… your hands. They're warm… Put them… here…"
He guides your hands under his sweater, your palms gliding over heated skin, skimming the lean muscles of his chest. Your thumb brushes over his nipple and he moans against your lips, "It's hot… I feel like- I'm… m-melting…"
All you can focus on is the feel of him beneath you.
"…You're at eighty-five… percent," he rasps as he threads his fingers into the soft strands of hair at the nape of your neck.
He groans as you rock against him, his fingers tightening in your hair pulling firmly, "It's seventy-five percent now..."
You pull back with furrowed brows.
He laughs, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not being rough at all."
"Getting… payback…?" you breathe.
"Obviously… You're the one who's supposed to make it up to me."
You grind down on him harder and his lips part on a moan, "Mmngh… Yes… just like that…"
His hips begin to meet yours as your lips lock together in a messy heated kiss. Each bump of him against your clit sending sparks of pleasure through you. Your head tips back, eyes closing as you try to breathe.
He laughs as your hips start to slow, "Why did you close your eyes? You stopped moving. You can't do that." His hand cradles behind your ear, "Open your eyes. Look at me."
You crack your eyes open, heart hammering in your chest as he pulls you closer.
"You don't need to move," kiss "I'll do it." Xavier slowly rolls his hips up, "I'll claim… the reward I want." The head of his cock nudges at your slick opening, and he moans as he pushes in.
Your walls squeeze around him, a soft whine leaving you as he fills you.
He releases a shuddering breath, "I like this. I like it so much," he groans, "And you?"
"Mmngh… too much…!" you whine.
He laughs, "That sounds like an excuse. I won't deduct anything this time…"
His lips press against you, "But you" kiss "have to compensate me… in another way…" He wraps his arms around you, your bodies still connected as he lays you back against the couch. He gasps at the new angle, his cock inside you hitting deeper than before.
"I want…" he whispers against you ear, "to be closer to you…" He breathes, shifting your thighs to wrap around his waist, "Come… here…"
He guides your hands behind his neck, "Put your arms around me." Leaning down, he grunts softly as he drives into you, peppering your face with featherlight kisses.
You smile, unable to stop yourself from teasing him, "What are you at now? Fifty percent?"
"You're distracted?" he grunts as he slams his hips forward, "Is this really the time to be thinking about numbers?"
You cry out as the head of his cock hits that sweet spot.
He relishes the reaction with a hum, "Mmm… It proves you were listening to me."
Your breaths mingle, drowning out everything outside of this room, this moment with just you… and him.
"We're down to the last… three percent…" He pulls back, slamming his hips hard, his face contorting in pleasure.
"It's at… two percent…" He does the movement again, and you feel the twitch of his cock inside you. He's close.
"Now… it's at… one…percent…" the last word is barely a whisper passed parted lips.
He groans and stops, grinding against you before chuckling, "What should I do? I don't want this to end." Blue irises burn with desire as his hand dips between you, his thumb brushing over your clit, "Now it's my turn to ask questions…"
"When you aren't at home. Do you think about Xavier…" he sucks marks into the hollow fo your throat, his hips still gently rocking into you.
"Yes…" you gasp, back arching.
"What do you do when I'm on your mind?" he trails heated kisses up your neck, your pussy clenching around him as you whimper, unable to answer. "I want to know…" he murmurs into your ear.
"We won't end it here. Is that okay?" he whispers. Your walls flutter around him as his thumb strokes faster over your sensitive clit.
"I can feel it. You're saying yes." He picks up the pace, moaning as his hips begin to snap forward, his lips finding yours once more.
You whine against his mouth, "You're- the worst…"
He laughs, "Yes, Xavier is the worst." Blue eyes dancing in amusement as they stare into yours, "You should count for me then…"
He grunts softly, his hips picking up speed as the pressure on your clit has pleasure exploding through you. He moans, his head dropping to your shoulder as he follows you over the edge, cock twitching with each wave of ecstasy that rolls through him. Sweat slicked skin and tangled limbs remain where they lie as your heartbeats sync and your breathing slows…
about ♱ no nut november is finally over — let’s see how long the lads men lasted!
starring ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]
content warning ♱ YEARNING., creampies, unprotected sex, some fingering, desperate whiny boys, marking, reader is a tease and mean in sy’s, reader calls sylus a bitch lol, squirting — MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ expanded version of this request! i forgot i said i’d write this so it’s rly rly rushed and a bit shorter than usual :( i hope it’s still enjoyable though!!! and i hope all of u won the nnn challenge (i lost day 3 :p) HAPPY NUTTING! feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
#CALEB: NOVEMBER 1ST @ 7:13 PM
caleb wants to participate in no nut november. well… he did. when you’d brought it up, he wildly overestimated his self-control and agreed like it’d be some cute, harmless little challenge for the two of you.
that confidence evaporates the moment he comes home from work.
because you’re in the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of the hoodies he’s been searching for all week. and as if that isn’t already straight out of his fantasies, you’re bent over the counter, licking your fingers clean—slow, deliberate—like you’re trying to ruin him on purpose.
when you notice him, you flash him a toothy grin, “oh hi, welcome home, baby,” you greet cheerily, unable to read the room.
his cock aches underneath his uniform and he just can’t take it. fuck the damn challenge. it’s the last thing on his mind, you being the first thing. your pussy struggling to take his cock, specifically.
he groans, the sound raw in his chest, and stalks toward you like he’s already lost the battle with himself. his hands hook around your hips, pulling you off the counter and straight into a deep, desperate kiss.
“need you,” he mumbles against your lips, the words barely out before his tongue pushes into your mouth, hot and hungry. the force of it makes you lightheaded, your whole body going loose in his grip as he kisses you like he’s been deprived for weeks—it’s been one day.
you part from him, much to his dismay, and look up at him through lidded eyes. “w-what about—”
“fuck it. you know i can barely go a day without fuckin’ you, baby.” he mutters, spinning you around and bending you back into your original position over the counter. “this okay, pips? or are you bent on winning the challenge this year?”
and, thank fucking god, you whimper with a shake of your head, “mmph, no… i want you, caleb.”
it’s all the confirmation he needs. he drags your his hoodie up over your ass, bunching the fabric at your waist, then tears your panties off like they offended him. his own uniform comes off just as violently, shredded off his body like a second skin he can’t stand to be in anymore.
when he finally pulls his cock out, the tip is already glossy with precum. the sight alone makes his breath hitch. he can’t help thinking how impossible it would’ve been to last a whole month without you—when he’s practically wanted you since… well, forever.
he gathers wetness, dragging his tip across your slit before slapping your cunt with the hefty weight of his cock. he revels in the way that you jump and whine, “stop teasing, caleb.”
he breathes out a soft, messy apology before pushing into your drooling hole, and your cunt welcomes him back instantly—greedy, grateful, like it’s been waiting for him just as badly.
it doesn’t take long before he bottoms out inside you, filling you completely. he’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat, every inch of him stretching you open in the way you’ve been craving.
“g-god, caleb,” you sigh, content with the way his cock stretches you around him. “you feel s’good, baby. s’deep.”
caleb’s hands grasp tightly at your hips as he ruthlessly pounds into you and he lets out a throaty moan that borders on a desperate whimper. the sound makes your pussy flutter around him which elicits yet another sound from your boyfriend.
“b-baby,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “fuckin’ love this pussy. can’t go without it—always need you s’bad.”
you laugh on a moan, wiggling your ass in front of him like a minx and whisper out, “it’s all yours, caleb. f-fuck, ah—yeah, right there! fuck me however much you want.”
caleb’s eyes roll back at the confirmation. his cock jerks uncontrollably before his body nearly keels over as his orgasm hits him like a truck out of nowhere. his warm cum fills you up till it’s practically overflowing out of you.
“sh-shit, baby—” caleb whines. “‘m sorry, god, didn’t mean to cum s-so fast.”
you shake your head, “‘s okay… now that we’ve established no nut november is over for you, you can cum as much as you want.” you giggle, tightening around his messy length before whispering.
you tighten around him again, your voice low and wicked when you whisper to him.
“preferably inside of me.”
#XAVIER: NOVEMBER 3RD @ 10:05 PM
xavier genuinely thought no nut november meant he wasn’t allowed to eat nuts for the entire month—peanuts, cashews, almonds, all of it. easy. he didn’t snack on that stuff anyway. but when he discovers what it actually means? when he realizes the “challenge” he so confidently agreed to has nothing to do with food and everything to do with him not getting to cum? he’s furious.
furious that you tricked him. furious that you knew he never kept up with trends like this and still let him agree with that innocent little nod.
now it’s been three days. three long, hard days without touching you, kissing you, filling you with his cum and claiming you as his.
frankly, enough is enough.
xavier knows it’s late and that he has no business pounding on your door at 10 PM knowing good and well the two of you have to work early in the morning, and yet? he does it anyway without having a damn to give.
when you open the door, he doesn’t even give you the chance to utter a single word before he’s grabbing your face and smashing his lips against yours for a depraved kiss. you moan in surprise and it allows him a chance to deepen the kiss to his liking.
he pushes the two of you farther into your apartment so he’s not stuck in the doorway, but the second the door clicks shut behind him, he’s pinning you back against the cool wood. the chill contrasts sharply with your overheated skin, making you gasp just as his lips trail down your neck.
he nips at every patch of exposed skin he can reach, ignoring your breathless whimpers for him not to leave a mark.
“couldn’t wait any longer,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts and rubbing at your clit, pulling clipped little moans out of you. “miss you, miss being inside of you. i can’t last a month, you win.”
“xavie,” you whimper, back arching off the door as his skilled fingers toy with your neglected bud. “no nut november is stupid anyway. i lose too.”
it’s all it takes for xavier to rip your shorts and panties down and pull his aching cock from his pants and fill you up right against the door.
you can’t help but cry at the feeling of your pussy molding to the shape of his cock again. three days without sex isn’t a long time, in fact, that’s pretty normal for… normal couples.
but you and xavier are far from that. you’re insatiable for one another. you fuck like bunnies and while he’s more eager than you, slamming his hips up with force and haste, you still find yourself craving him several times a day nearly every day.
“xavier!” you cry after a particularly sharp thrust against your spongy g-spot, velvet walls contracting around his thick length. “oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
he pants, thumb catching your clit again and rubbing disoriented circles against the swollen pearl. “cum with me,” he coaxes desperately and you cling onto him and his words for dear life. “come on, angel. show me you missed me as much as i missed you.”
your orgasm is explosive, the single leg you have wrapped around his waist pulls him closer as you attempt to keep your balance. you cry a mantra of his name while your ears ring.
xavier follows in suit, stilling deep inside of you and spurting out thick ribbons of warm cum into you with a soft moan. he burries his head into the crook of your neck and bites the skin there again like he’s trying to make the marks impossible to cover up in the morning.
“i love nuts in november,” xavier whispers and you can’t help but let out a breathy laugh and nod.
“me too.”
#ZAYNE: NOVEMBER 8TH @ 11:17 PM
irritation doesn’t even begin to cover it. zayne has been battling a migraine for seven days straight, and there’s only one thing he can blame—the absurd, month-long, orgasm-free challenge known as no nut november. each day has been worse than the last, but today feels like the peak of his frustration, the kind he hasn’t felt in ages.
he’s usually patient, calm, steady—but now he’s worn down to the bone. he snapped at colleagues, was short with patients, and that little smile you’ve trained him to wear so easily? completely gone. not even the carefully packed macaroons you tucked into his lunch can touch the edge of this misery…
all he needed was you.
so when he comes home a bit later than usual with his lips turned down in a little pout and trudges into the bedroom and spots you in his bed, it’s like the straw that breaks the camel's back.
he huffs, unbuckling his belt with quick hands while his cock hardens underneath his slacks.
“what are you doing?” you ask, smiling knowingly. you already know he won’t last long—clingy, needy, always craving your touch. the tension radiating off him is palpable, and there’s only one thing that can fix it: you.
without a word, he strips down to his boxers and slips into bed beside you, tugging you close into his arms. his face buries into your chest, nuzzling against you, and you swear you can hear him purring with contentment.
“i don’t think i care for this challenge, my love,” he mutters, voice low and rough around the edges. “i tried… really, i did. but work’s been hard, and the days without you just keep stretching longer and longer. every hour feels heavier than the last. please… can we just—”
he swallows, his big, pleading eyes locking onto yours, something raw and vulnerable in them that you’ve never seen before. his hands fidget on your body, unsure, yet desperate for your answer.
“fail. together?”
how can you say no?
and now zayne’s desperately rutting into you while trying to maintain his composure, but it’s been so long… almost 9 whole days without being buried in your warm cunt. his cool facade cracks and every ounce of need pours out of him. every little moan says, “i missed you,” and every thrust says, “i need you.”
and that’s the thing about zayne. he has no trouble saying these things—he says them to you all the time—but words only tell part of the story. the way he fucks you tells it all, in a wild, desperate, overzealous way. every thrust, every grip, every groan screams one thing louder than words ever could— i love you.
his thick cock drags against your sopping walls, as his hands roam your body like he can’t get enough of your body and he wants to etch the memory of the way you feel in his brain. he gropes your tits, runs his fingers down your abdomen, grips at your hips, squeezes at your thighs—hands so hot and heavy, but still sweet and gentle.
“sweetheart,” he moans throatily and it has you sighing in content. “you’ve ruined me—god, i can’t even go 8 days without you.” he finds your hands and laces his fingers with yours.
“you’re so weak, zaynie,” you breathe, a choked laugh slipping out with it.
“i am,” he agrees immediately, nodding as he squeezes your hands in his. “so, so, so weak—always weak when it comes to you.” he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice shaking. “y-you’re all i think about. every second of the day—i think about how you feel wrapped around me… think about filling you up so much you can’t think about anything but me. so you know exactly how it feels.”
your heart flutters in sync with your cunt, his words igniting heat that twists your stomach with need. “think ‘bout you all the time, zayne,” you whimper, and he groans, cock throbbing, balls pulling tight.
“then won’t you cum for me?” he asks, voice hot and sharp. “cum for me so i can fill you up with my cum.” it’s not a suggestion—no, it’s a command.
and really… who are you not to obey? especially when he asks so kindly.
#RAFAYEL: NOVEMBER 16TH @ 4:33 PM
rafayel has been so strong and oh so good. he loves a challenge, and when you first mentioned no nut november, he brushed it off with a cocky, “pffftt, this will be eaaasy.” and god, does he wish he’d said anything else, because now? he can’t take it anymore. the first week was fine—annoying, sure, but manageable. he had urges, but they didn’t own him. by day ten, though, rafayel was restless, pacing, jumpy, painfully aware of every brush of your skin and every thought of you. every single day after that? a living nightmare.
his resolve has crumbled to dust. he doesn’t care about the challenge anymore—can’t care—because you’ve taken over every corner, every crevice of his mind. he can’t paint, can’t sleep, can’t keep forcing himself into cold showers like they’ll save him.
he just needs you, and he needs you bad.
it’s his need that spams your phone with texts.
rafayel ♡: cutie pls come over
rafayel ♡: you win
rafayel ♡: need you :( i cant take it anymore
you: muhahaha, i’ve been waiting for you to fold. i’m on my way ♡
when you arrive at his place with a permanent smirk on your lips, he doesn’t give you much of a chance to gloat, whimpering, “come here.” before molding his soft lips into yours. rafayel needily guides your body into his bedroom, tearing all of your clothes off of you and moaning into your mouth in the process.
“rafayel, sl-slow down.” you attempt to say, but he swallows all of your words, drinking them in like he needs them to sustain himself.
he pulls away from you just to get rid of his clothes and take in the sight of you with swollen lips, hazy eyes and heaving chest dressed in nothing but your underwear. then he’s immediately on you again, pulling your panties to the side and pushing his cock inside of you.
he lets out a guttural moan—raw, shaky, broken. the kind of sound that tells you exactly how badly he’s craved you.
“i–i… oh fuck—cutie, fuck—you’re s’tight.” the words fall apart on his tongue, voice cracking like he’s coming undone inside you. “too tight… please—tell me you missed me as much as i missed you.”
you gasp as your walls stretch around him, fuller than they’ve felt in two aching weeks. your hands grip his strong shoulders, your mouth dropping open in a helpless moan—soft, sweet, impossible to hold back.
rafayel whimpers again at the sound. he hasn’t heard it in so long that now it’s overwhelming him, shattering whatever self-control he thought he still had.
“i–i did miss you, baby,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders until little red crescents bloom across his warm skin. he hisses at the sting—then his hips snap forward, harder, faster, like the pain only spurs him on.
“r-rafayel—hah! slow down— ‘m not going anywhere!”
“damn right, pretty girl.” he’s panting, voice frayed at the edges, a low chuckle rumbling out of him. “you’re not going anywhere until we make up for all that lost time. we’re never doing this again, right? you won’t make me spend a month without you ever again, right?”
you should tease him—should laugh at the fact he barely survived two weeks—but the truth is you spent that time touching yourself to the memory of him, aching for exactly this… and you never said you’d be participating in no nut november.
so you just nod, breath shaky, a needy sound slipping out of you. “never.”
he groans, a deep, desperate sound, before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you like he’s starving. then his hips drive forward, pressing all the way in, and he spills into you with a needy, helpless moan that trembles against your mouth.
the sudden warmth inside you makes you gasp, but it’s the kind of shock that melts straight into relief, into everything you’ve been aching for these past weeks. your legs wind around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, keeping him there as he rides out his orgasm—still moving, still chasing yours with shaky determination.
he really, really needed this.
#SYLUS: DECEMBER 1ST @ 12:00 AM
sylus knew you were upset with him. furious, even. he knew you never expected him to actually make it through the entire month of november without a single orgasm—and that’s exactly what made it fun. that’s why he held out as long as he did. your begging was adorable: all the pouts, all the half-assed seduction attempts, all the dramatic threats about killing him if he didn’t fuck you stupid. none of it worked the way you wanted. if anything, it only strengthened his resolve. and that made you livid.
it wasn’t that sylus didn’t want you—god, he wanted you constantly. how could he not when you always looked so perfect, when you kept throwing yourself at him like temptation incarnate?
but the wait? the wait was worth it. more than worth it. he knows it the moment the clock hits midnight, november finally ending—because you’re on him instantly, tearing into him like something starved.
“you bitch,” you practically growl, voice shaky as your hands tear at his clothes. “how dare you leave me hanging for a month?! do you know how many hours i went without you? do you?!”
“720, sweetie. i know because i went that long without you, too.” he drawls, a little smirk on his face hiding the pure excitement that he’s feeling, though his cock shows you just how eager sylus really is. “but it was a challenge. you didn’t really expect me to lose, did you?”
you want to strangle him.
instead, you let your pussy strangle his cock, sinking onto him in one go. your walls painfully stretch to accommodate his size but you breathe through it and take it in stride like you have a point to prove.
“just shut the fuck up and fuck me, sylus.” you groan, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips. “fuck me good or i will never forgive you.”
his laugh comes out more like a groan, rough and strained, and he nods once before gripping your hips tight. in one effortless motion he lifts you—weightless in his hands—then drops you back down, thrusting up into you at the perfect, brutal angle. “as you wish, pretty girl.”
you cry out, sharp and high, when the tip of his cock slams against your cervix. “sylus!”
“yeah, i got you,” he grunts, voice gritty. a breathy huff of your name slips out of him as his brows pull together in focus. he’s trying… god, he’s trying so hard to stay locked in on your pleasure, to give you everything you’ve been deprived of.
but thirty days without an orgasm…
his balls ache, heavy and swollen, his cock throbbing inside your tight, tight pussy—so tight he can feel your heartbeat around him. and as he pumps into you, desperate and controlled all at once, he starts to feel it—your pleasure mixing with his, bleeding into him until it’s almost unbearable.
your hands palm your tits imagining they’re his hands and you find yourself wishing he had hands everywhere. you want them on your tits, your hips, around your throat, pressing against your clit and stomach—you can’t get enough of him.
this doesn’t help sylus’s dilemma. the sight of you taking every inch of his cock like you own it with your head thrown back makes him damn near feral.
“fuck, baby,” he gasps, fucking into you like a mad man. “missed this—missed you. you feel like heaven.”
“y-you could’ve—hah! you could’ve had me, sy—” you moan with a little bite in your words.
“i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice low and apologetic. “poor thing… i kept you waiting for me. ‘m so sorry. let me make it up to you, sweetheart.”
you’re on your back almost instantly—flipped before you can even register the movement. by the time your vision catches up, your eyes go wide, breath stuttering at how fast he moved.
his thumb finds your clit, circling it with cruel precision, and his thrusts slow to a deep, deliberate rhythm. he wants to draw your orgasm out painfully without letting his own break free. his whole body shakes with restraint. he refuses to cum before you. he won’t. not after making you wait so long.
only when you come apart beneath him—only then will he spill his thick, pent-up seed inside you. and when you do? when you break and gush all over his abdomen, clear liquid spraying over his abdomen with a shattered cry… all he can do is fill you up with a copious amount of cum with a fragmented groan of his own.
you shudder beneath him, twitching with every slow grind of his hips, but even through the haze you manage to get something out—something more than the tangled moans filling the room.
“i hope you can make it to the morning,” you breathe, voice trembling but defiant, “because i’m far from done with you.”
thinking about sleepy sex with xavier your legs wrapped around his waist as his thick flushed cock thrusts in and out of you.
He bottoms out, his face resting in the valley of your breasts, his spare hand squeezing and kneeding your boobs whilst taking you. He moves his back head up, pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss, tongue scraping against yours as he slightly slips out of you. He lets out a hiss, his hips jerking before fully pulling out of you.
His grip on your head falters as he moves his hand down to stroke his cock. It drips in pre, soaking his hands as his head throws back. The slick sound of his cock reverbs in the room as he strokes himself over you, small splatters of cum landing on your stomach as he reaches his peak, his lips letting out soft curses and grunts of your name.
He pulls you into another kiss, licking into your mouth as he tastes you. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer whilst your hand reaches for his helping him stroke himself. He lets out a strangled groan, your hands over his as he ruts into your joint hands, slick and sweat coating your fingers and palms. His eyes flutter shut as the feeling hits his core, his hips jutting into your hands as he chases his high. The sounds of his voice dirty and sinful as his voice stutters, his pants and groans reaching new octaves.
His head throws back in pleasure as his breath hitches, face flushed and desperate as he releases with a whisper of your name. His cum dribbles out of his tip with quick spurts, painting your abdomen and breasts, his hands leaving his wet swollen cock shaking. He leans back down, cock smearing cum along your thighs, throbbing and twitching as he struggles to catch his breath. He rests his head on your shoulders, body softening over you as he falls asleep.
yeah so xavier's my favorite so this may be a bit long and self indulgent...
18+! minors dni! it gets a lil spicy! i am not responsible for what you consume!
professor sylus | professor zayne | professor caleb | professor rafayel
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also, i kind of want to turn these into more formal one shots or do a part two for them! let me know if you want to see that!
professor xavier . . . who quietly sits in the classroom with his nose buried in a book at one of the classroom's desks waiting for students to start coming in
professor xavier . . . who looks up as soon as you walk through the door, all flustered and head wrapped with a scarf asking if this is ENG 354
professor xavier . . . who smiles and nods, asking if you had a hard time out in the snow
professor xavier . . . who laughs with you as you settle into one of the chairs beside him while you complain about slow walkers on campus and people who walk in the middle of the sidewalk
professor xavier . . . who tilts his head to the side when you if the rumors about him being a tyrant professor are true
professor xavier . . . who loves the look of sheer horror on your face when he stands up from his desk and introduces himself to the now full class as the professor
professor xavier . . . who purposefully starts with you for class introductions, making note of your favorite book (something he hasn't read yet)
professor xavier . . . who loves the way you avoid looking at him as he walks through the syllabus, offering the rest of the day off since he wishes to dispel any rumors of him being a "tyrant"
professor xavier . . . who lingers in the hallway as you gather the courage to apologize to him about the rumor
professor xavier . . . who immediately says its okay and that he can't wait to pick up a copy of your favorite book but is surprised when you reach into your bag and pull it out, offering yours as a loaner
professor xavier . . . who takes care of the book as if it were a first edition, slowly thumbing through the pages while he reads your own annotations
professor xavier . . . who patiently waits for his class with you so he can gift you a book from his own collection (one that he spent hours picking)
professor xavier . . . whose heart flutters when you walk into his office during office hours, the scent of your perfume intoxicating him
professor xavier . . . who enjoys the way you prefer physical copies over digital, the way you tuck your hair behind you ear, the way you blush when he compliments your outfit
professor xavier . . . who asks you about your weekend plans, wondering if you're going to go to the extra credit opportunity on campus that was on the syllabus
professor xavier . . . who gets excited when you say yes, that you already picked out an outfit for the event and that you're excited to listen to poetry
professor xavier . . . whose eyes widen when your touch lingers on his arm, the wink you give him when when you tell him that you'll see him soon
professor xavier . . . whose eyes linger on the curve of your ass when you exit his office, the man having to think about his good friend jeremiah to get the ache in his pants to go away
professor xavier . . . who shows up early to the poetry reading just to see you there laughing with one of the professors who are running the event
professor xavier . . . who stares at your studious yet sexy outfit, jealous at the fact that another professor saw it first before him
professor xavier . . . who immediately takes his place at your side and interjects on the conversation, claiming that you're his new star pupil and that he needs to go find his own
professor xavier . . . who offers you the chair next to his in one of the darker corners of the cafe, your knees brushing together
professor xavier . . . who drapes his arm across the back of your chair, feeling the way you lean into him under the guise of wanting to be more comfortable
professor xavier . . . who allows you to rest your hand on his thigh, feeling it slowly inch up before it rests on his cock
professor xavier . . . who closes his eyes during the atrocious student poetry, focusing on the way you palm him through his pants
professor xavier . . . who takes your hand and drags you out of the cafe, unable to contain himself as he pulls you down the secluded alley, pushing you up against the wall and kissing you like his life depends on it
professor xavier . . . who hikes your skirt up, fingers finding your soaked panties and sensitive bud
professor xavier . . . who swallows every moan and whimper you give him, the man biting down on your neck while reminding you to be a good girl and be quiet so you don't get caught
professor xavier . . . whose brain is fried when he tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you to his office that's just a few buildings away
professor xavier . . . who locks his door and bends you over his desk before fucking you senseless, leaving you a blabbering mess
professor xavier . . . who loves it when you stroll into his office hours the following week, asking for help with symbolism in the latest chapter
professor xavier . . . who places you on his lap, the book in one hand while the other slowly pumps its fingers in and out of you
professor xavier . . . who makes you answer his questions despite you squirming on his lap, rolling your hips into his hand, begging for more
professor xavier . . . who says that you're allowed to cum when you can explain to him why you think the author put the plot in such a confined space
professor xavier . . . who licks his fingers as you tremble on his lap, quietly moving you onto his desk as he gets down on his knees
professor xavier . . . who chuckles when you ask what he's doing, your legs now resting on his shoulders
professor xavier . . . who drags his tongue up your entrance once, looking you dead in the eye when he says that you're going to go over character motivations for extra credit next with a smirk on his face
professor xavier . . . who sends you on your way with trembling legs, a pussy full of his cum, and marks all over your body
professor xavier . . . who loves seeing your email asking for extra help, knowing that you're just as addicted to him as he is with you
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Take a look at Xavier's fingers, he's been fingering us lmaooo
˚ ༘♡ ·˚ xavier x f!reader◞ lazy sex◞ roomates with benefits ◞ everything is consensual ◞ repost
first time it happened, none of you really planned it to begin with.
a long and eventful afternoon after work took you both to stumble into the room closest to the front door, Xavier’s, his plush and warm under your cheeks, smelling like the laundry soap you bought and he often steals with a puppy eyed expression. not really minding how his crotch was right against your ass and his arm tossed over your waist, it felt nice, too nice to be honest.
“’m sorry” he mumbles against your nape, although does not even attempt to move, instead, his arm tightens, and you take that as an invitation to buck back against him, earning a little grunted “fuck...” a whole, long yet soft hand splayed over your belly with fingertips just barely slipping under your uniform shirt.
“lower” you whisper all breathy, and Xavier obeys, his hand now cupping your clothed mound to gently yet eagerly pop open the button.
he hums, eyes closed and lips still against your skin, although now moving to your shoulder where he had nuzzled enough to get a little more exposed skin there, “is this okay?” with a ‘mhm’ from you.
soaked panties barely exposed to his eager hands that so languidly stroke the crotch, dipping across your needy slit “ngh...” you so sweetly mewl, sighing at the feeling of the cool air once he had peeled the cloth aside, just enough to guide the engorged and already throbbing tip of his cock to guide up and down through the mess between your legs, pretty pussy soaked, hungry as Xavier finally pushes inside.
“oh fuuck” you both moan at the same time, through the lazy strokes he gives your cunt, still holding onto your abdomen, “so pretty, your pussy feels amazing” teeth brushing your shoulder and cock barely pushing past the first resistance of your hole before he’s pushing back out, “oh, yeah....” so messily vocal, languid and sloppy is how you fuck, yet it feels utterly delicious with each rub and grunt right against your ear.
“you’ll make me cum, baby, o-oh, please” almost high pitched, thrusts going a little faster, a little deeper, with a handful of tit and the other under your panties to rub the swollen bud, chasing after that spasming mutual orgasm that Xavier so needily paints all over your lips, and the nights to come.
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