synopsis: in which the hot guy you steal glances at in coffee shops helps you study for histology
word count: 2.1k
tags: zayne x reader, fluff, cliche ‘can i sit here’ trope, reader mentions being in vet school once, possibly ooc zayne (sorry), i think that’s it!
a/n: this counts as studying right ? :P i hope this isn’t ooc for zayne !! please let me know what yall think :3
You and Zayne seemed to always bump into each other at coffee shops, with you exhausted from studying and Zayne exhausted from his shifts at the hospital. You would offer him a kind smile when you accidentally met gazes, he’d give you a small nod. You weren’t blind, having noticed how gorgeous he was the second you saw him the first time.
You’d let your eyes wander from across the coffee shop, taking in the way his long fingers loosened the tie around his neck, his white button up sleeves rolled up to his forearms. You’d drink in the way his hair looked pristine until he’d run his hand through it after the bite of his pastry. He was like a campus crush to you, except in this case a coffee shop crush, a silly thing to keep you going during your studies.
Today was particularly harrowing for you, with your histology exam haunting you as you stared cluelessly at the stained tissue on your laptop. the question almost mocking you as you pressed ‘don’t know’ for the nth time since you started studying. the music in your headphones blared, trying to tune out the strangely busy cafe for the hour.
11:37 pm, why was everyone and their mom suddenly craving bubble tea?
A tap on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance, looking to your side, eyes widening slightly when you make eye contact with the man towering over you. the raven hair you’d admired from a far suddenly much closer than ever before. He opens his mouth, you quickly fumble to take the headphones off your head.
“I apologize for the interruption,” his honey voice makes your heart race, “it seems every other seat is taken, would it be alright if i sat across from you?” He steals a glance at your laptop screen.
You offer him a small smile, nodding your head and hoping he doesn’t notice how nervous you were, “oh yeah, no worries go ahead,” you say, clearing your throat and motioning towards the chair across from you, making a move to scoot your things so he had space on the table.
“You can leave your things where they were, I only ordered a pastry and my drink won’t take up much room.” he assures you, voice steady as he sits across from you.
It’s quiet for a couple minutes, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he goes to the counter as his order is called. You try and fix your hair a bit, sighing before trying to focus back on the stained tissues in front of you. Zayne sits across from you, stealing glances at you while you study.
“i always struggled with histology,” the calm voice catches you off guard, making your eyes focus on his face once again, noting how gorgeous his eyes were, “are you in medical school?” he cocks his head ever so slightly, as if he was trying to figure out your answer before you could reply. you give him a polite smile and shake your head ‘no.’
“veterinary school,” you correct, “are you in medical school?” you ask, a small smile on your face, it would explain why the two of you seem to bump into each other so often.
“I’ve already graduated, I work in cardiac at Akso hospital.”
“Oh awesome! Congratulations on making it through med school and residency,” you smile brightly, genuine happiness for him seeping from your words. It makes zayne’s heart beat a little faster. “I’m y/n by the way,” you offer, watching as the corners of his lips twitch upwards ever so slightly despite his face remaining stoic.
“I’m Zayne.”
A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you focus back on your laptop, figuring the man must’ve been exhausted from working a shift at the hospital. You scroll through your lecture slides, reviewing your notes before incorrectly identifying yet another kind of cell. The frustration must have been obvious in your face, seeing as though Zayne breaks the silence between you two after taking a bite of his pastry.
“If you'd like I can try and help you with your studying,” his ears burn at his own words, his gaze focusing on the plate in front of him rather than meeting your gaze.
“You must be so exhausted, I wouldn’t want to bother you,” you rush out, guilt creeping up on you. He probably thought you were a complete idiot getting these questions wrong, insecurities running through your mind. They were quickly silenced by a small chuckle leaving his pink lips.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to,” he affirms, “what are you on now? Was that connective tissue?” Zayne ignores the way his stomach feels when your eyes all but sparkle on him, watching you fail miserably at biting back a smile before turning your laptop towards him.
“Yeah im on lecture two of ten,” you laugh nervously, “i thought you said you struggled with histo? how’d you so easily know it was connective tissue,” you scoff, figuring he was one of those people who say they did so badly on an exam only to come out with the highest grade in the class.
“I did struggle, so it made me have to work much harder at it than almost any other subject,” he clarifies, “I made myself study it two hours every day, non negotiable.”
“I see,” you mumble, “did you still find time to go out and hang with friends?” you’re worried you’re pushing boundaries, about to take it back when he smiles at you softly.
“I was 14 at the time, so I didn’t have any friends nor was it legal or appropriate for me to go out,” the teasing smile on his face makes you gasp, hand flying over your mouth as you laugh.
“oh my god! sorry i didn’t mean to- I mean-” you fumble over your words, zayne’s gaze doesn’t leave you, his smile only growing, things felt easy with you. Or maybe it was the exhaustion and sugar doping him up.
“it’s fine, so connective tissue?” he gestures towards your screen, you nod. “So this is going to be a fibroblast, do you know what they do?”
You pause for a second, “they made collages fibers and ground substance right?” you chew on your bottom lip. A habit you seemed to do often when studying, zayne noticed.
“Correct, and this cell here is what?” He points at a rounder shaped cell, you stare at it blankly before shyly looking at Zayne. “That’s a mast cell, they look like fried eggs if you look at them closely,” he offers, “they’ll be a bit harder to identify, but professors love using the three examples they have for exams.”
You nod, jotting down notes as he goes through the rest of your slides with you. Soon you’ve moved onto your next lecture, with him reviewing with you before quizzing you on slides.
“Now would this be an osteoblast or osteoclast?” he stares at you as you look at the screen, turning to look at him with a sly smile.
“none! osteocyte because it’s already within the lacunae,” your chest puffed as he nodded.
“Can you name a characteristic and function of osteoclasts?” he asks, “and identify them on the slide,” your eyes widen a bit, brows furrowed in concentration as you scan the slide.
“They’re going to be large and multinucleated,” you trail off, “responsible for bone resorption and remodeling- here!” Zayne’s eyes are focused on you, eyes tracing the slope of your nose and curve of your lips. Truthfully there was a seat open across the coffee shop, he’d just been dying for an excuse to speak to you without coming off too strong.
You circle a cell with your pen, staring at Zayne for his approval.“I thought you were struggling with the subject?” He asks, a lilt to his voice that makes your face burn.
“I am! I swear to you I didn’t know this three hours ago,” you put your hands in defense, laughing slightly. Zayne lets you review the next lecture as he finishes off his drink, eyes catching the way you fight off a yawn.
“It’s getting quite late, we should probably get rest soon,” he states, setting the now empty cup down on the coaster. “Do you have an exam for this soon?”
you nod, face dropping at the mention, “in three days,” you sigh, stress already piling back onto your shoulders, “you’ve been a great help, thank you so much i really appreciate it.”
“Are you not heading out? It’s almost 3 in the morning,” Zayne's voice holds no emotion, soft spoken as his hazel eyes meet yours as he gets up from his seat.
“I might stay a little longer, the train I take just left and won’t be back for another hour,” you shrug, “thank you for all your help, i hope you get some rest Dr. Zayne,” you smile up at him. Your exhausted features make his heart clench, and against his better judgement Zayne sits back down in his seat. Your confused look makes his ears turn a furious shade of red.
“I’ll wait with you then, help you study some more,” he clears his throat, “you can just call me Zayne.” You smile at him and nod.
“You really don’t have to wait with me, I'm sure you’re exhausted from work,” you sympathize.
“I could drive you home if you’d like, and perhaps we can set up a time to get coffee before your exam,” he pauses, “to help you study.”
Usually you would say no, not trusting a man you’ve only properly met today to drive you home this late at night. But you’re exhausted and he just spent three hours after a hospital shift helping you study for a subject he didn’t even like. So against your better judgement you open your mouth, Zayne’s chuckle stops you before you can get a word out.
“Yes I am sure, it’s not a bother at all,” his words make you blush, “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.”
The ride to your place is quiet, the radio plays softly as you watch the Linkon night lights pass by. Your eyes threaten to flutter shut, trying your hardest to not fall asleep in this strangers car. The sound of the GPS announcing your arrival makes you eyes open, vision slightly fuzzy as you come to.
“Thank you so much, again,” you turn to the raven haired doctor. Zayne nods, trying to find the words to reply to you, however you take his silence as your cue to leave. “Have a goodnight!” You say awkwardly, suddenly feeling like a burden he must want gone already.
His hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you from moving. His fingers are cold against your skin, sending a shiver through your body in the best way possible.
“Should we exchange contact information? So we can facilitate when to meet tomorrow,” he rushes out, “since your exam is so soon,” great recovery, he scoffs internally.
You dont hide the wide smile that breaks onto your face, nodding. “We absolutely should,” you agree, handing him your phone with shaky hands. You ignore the way his hand grazes against yours as he passes you his phone, entering your number and setting you contact as ‘y/n coffee shop.’
“Goodnight Zayne,” you breathe out when you get your phone back, his hazel eyes staring at you intently, his lips pressed into a small smile.
“Goodnight y/n, rest well.”
You’re finally in bed when your phone buzzes, a picture of a cell greeting you when you open the text.
[1 new message from Zayne]
Do you know what this is?
You stare at the cell with a smile on your phase, biting your lip as you type back a response.
hmm.. bilobed nucleus with granules
eosinophil ?? :3
Zayne replied quickly, a smile on his face.
Great job, you should get some rest.
How about we get dinner tomorrow at 5 and I can help you study afterwards?
His heart is racing as he sends the text, biting the inside of his cheek nervously as he anxiously awaits your reply. He sets his phone down, fiddling with his fingers and trying to act like he doesn’t care if you reply or not. The second his phone buzzes he rushes to pick it up, immediately opening your message.
dinner sounds amazing :3 see you then !!
get some rest Dr. Zayne, you must be exhausted after being the most important heart surgeon all day :P
Zayne let’s put a breathy laugh, you must’ve looked him up. The two of you going back and forth until you stop replying, phone in hand as soft snores leave your mouth. Zayne eyes close while he waits for your reply, his body feeling lighter and a small smile etched on his lips.
synopsis. you end up calling phone sex operator!caleb after not getting laid for months
cw. smut ˖ phone sex ˖ masturbation ˖ lil bit of dirty talk ˖ not proofread
You stared at the small white card that was settled between your fingers, reading over the printed black ink over and over again. L&D Escort Service. You felt a blush rise over your face just by reading the title on the card.
Your friend had generously provided you with this card because she thought that it’s time for you to finally move on. It has been months since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend and you truly have moved on, just not in a certain way. You haven’t had any form of sex since you two split. Her having sensed this, gave you the card and told you to get laid.
You sunk your teeth into your lip, hesitating to call. The whole situation seemed weird to you, but you can't lie that it also intrigued you. You picked up your phone and your eyes glanced between the card and your keypad, slowly pushing in the number. Clicking call and putting the phone against your ear, you waited for someone to answer.
The line rang for what seemed like an eternity before it clicked and an automated voice came on the line.
'Welcome to L&D escort service. Please press a number to choose a service.'
You pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at the brightly lit screen and contemplating the options presented in front of you. Your fingers hovered over the numbers before pressing one, calling wouldn’t be that bad right? Whoever would be on the other end would never have to see who you were, compared to if you had chosen a video call. You felt slightly relieved at the thought of remaining anonymous.
ping!
Not even a moment after pressing one, the call had ended and the screen of your phone had lit up with a message.
‘Thank you for choosing L&D Escort Service. Your escorter is Xia Caleb; male, 25. Please wait to be connected.’
You sat in silence, waiting in anticipation. You felt your heart beat loudly, and you nervous of what was to come. A million thoughts were running through your mind; he couldn’t be a creep right? If he was, you could just simply end the call. You’d have to wait and see to be able to determine that, but you really hoped he wouldn’t be. You shifted in your seat and clenched your thighs. The thought of getting off with someone over the phone, someone you’ve never met before, someone you’d probably never even meet had your mind running in circles. It was like a secret rendezvous and it had you feeling like horny teenager.
ping!
You nearly dropped your phone out of your hand. You unlocked it and bit your lip in excitement.
"Hey, thanks for choosing L&D. My names Caleb and I'll be helpin' you out tonight."
The first thing you notice is how deep and smooth his voice is. He sounds hot as fuuuuck. Your thighs clench in excitement and anticipation of what's to come.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm y/n." you respond back, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Just to clarify, have you ever used our services before? Is there anything you're curious about?" his voice tickles your ear.
"Uhh, no, I haven’t, and honestly I’m not even sure what to ask. I’ve never done anything like this before." You try to respond back without stuttering.
"It's okay, I'll take good care of you. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, don't hesitate to let me know."
You subconsciously let out a breath of relief, he didn’t seem to be like a weirdo. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
"Since it’s your first time, we’ll start this off nice and easy then, sound good?"
"yeah, please." you say thankfully.
"So, what're some of your hobbies?" he asks.
. . .
You felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Caleb. The nervousness dissipating a little bit with each question he asked you. But soon, the questions became more and more sexual.
You hear him hum through the phone, "can I ask what you're wearin' right now?"
You look down at the clothes you adorned, "umm, just my panties and an oversized shirt. . . What about you?"
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, you've never been so bold before. Suddenly it all felt very real, the fact that you were on the phone, about to have phone sex. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.
You hear him laugh over the phone, "cute," he mumbles. "M' just wearin' my boxers. Wanna see?"
Your eyes widen in surprise, "is. . . is that allowed?"
He shrugs, but you can't see it. "Don't worry bout it, they don't really care. Check your phone."
It takes you no longer than a second to open the message he sent and fuck, he’s insanely attractive. Judging by his expression in the picture, he knows that too. His purple eyes, and his brown hair and you can’t help but notice that he has an eyebrow piercing. You find it hard to tear your eyes away from his; the gaze in his eyes is so lustful you feel yourself heating up.
The rest of the picture had you shaken down right to the core. His toned chest was displayed just for you, the taut muscles of his chest and abs caught your gaze before they lowered further down to his happy trail. Your eyes landed on the main focus of the picture, and your breath hitched. Caleb's veiny hand wrapped around his very hard dick through his boxers.
Before you knew it, you had stuck a hand down your underwear. You continued to stare at the picture, enraptured by the way his hand held onto his bulge, it was truly a mouthwatering sight. His dick looked huge, making you wish for nothing more than to be able to place it in-between your thighs and thrust it into yourself. You rubbed at your clit in circular motions, your wetness overflowing, aiding in the process of allowing your movements to be fluid and damn, you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this wet. You lean back on your bed, diligently rubbing at the bundle of nerves.
"Geez, I can hear how wet you are through the phone. You reaally liked that picture, huh?" he teases you.
"Fuck, Caleb, you’re insanely hot." you whine into the phone as you keep rubbing your clit.
"Yeah? Picture wasn't blurry or anythin' right? Here, lemme send another one juuuust in case." his voice is coy.
Your finger immediately tapped on the file, waiting for the glorious image to appear. You let out a pleased groan at the sight, it seemed impossible that anything could top the first picture he had sent, yet at first glance, it was better. Caleb was laying back on his bed, fully naked, leaning against his headboard as his hand held onto the base of his dick. And what a sight his dick was, standing up straight with precum dripping off the tip.
You could see his cocky expression; his tongue teased out to rest on the side of his lip. Your mind began to wander and you couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to see Caleb sprawled on your bed, naked with his dick ready to plunge into you. You worked your fingers faster, imagining that it was his fingers that were driving you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.
You stare at the photo for what seems like ages until his voice breaks your focus.
"Y'know, I'm starting to think your hands are moving more than your mouth is. You're havin' all the fun without me and that's not very nice baby." he remarks.
His words aren't wrong. You can't seem to talk to him while your hands are. . . preoccupied.
"I-i'm sorry. fuckk." you mewl. "Here, let me. . . make it up to you."
You removed the rest of your clothing and opened up the camera on your phone, aligning it with your body to show your pussy, but only all the way up to your tits. You wanted to show Caleb how wet you really were but you still weren’t keen on revealing your identity to him. With one hand holding your phone, you used the other to spread your pussy open, exposing the flesh that was glistening with your juices.
"Fuuuuuck baby you really didn’t have to do that." he groans. "This is about your pleasure, not mine."
You hear the squelching noises coming from his side now. Caleb is touching himself to your picture right now, moaning into your ear. It fills you up with pride. You can't help but imagine how he'd look like, stroking his dick in front of you.
"You’re so fucking beautiful. Wish I was ramming my dick in that pretty little cunt. . . hear you screaming my name. . . fucking you until you’re begging me to stop." he babbles out like a sex drunken fool.
Yesyesyes, please, need to feel you, Caleb." you cry out as you begin to pump your fingers into your cunt.
"Fuck, I can’t decide where I’d wanna cum. Whether I’d want to cum inside your tight pussy, or on those sweet perky tits." he rambles on and on, "inside of your mouth would be nice too, watching those pretty lips get stained with my cum, dripping off your chin and onto your chest."
Hell, you never even thought that sex could feel this good being done over the phone instead of in person. But here you were, furiously bucking your hips up to your hand. Trying to reach in as deep as you could.
"fuck I’d take it so well. . . drink every last drop of your cum." you say.
"I’d make sure you would, otherwise you would have to do it over and over until you got it right." and the way he says that makes you feel eager to please him, to give him anything he wants.
You imagine yourself on your knees for Caleb, bobbing your head up and down on his dick. You know you’d do anything to be able to take him into your mouth, to please him. You’d flatten your tongue along the underside, before going to the tip, licking all the precum off.
And then you thought of his cum. You know that you could swallow his load in one go, not leaving a drop behind, but his threat was so tempting. It makes you think of sucking him off again and again, and again until he’s a whimpering mess underneath you, overstimulated by the amount of times he came. These thoughts keep pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh my god Caleb, I’m so close." you whine.
"Yeah? You better work those fingers faster then baby." he orders you, and it's a command you can't help but obey.
Your eyes closed tightly at the sheer pleasure, a pleasure that hadn’t been felt before when you had masturbated on your own these past months. A pleasure you haven’t felt since you broke up with your boyfriend. Your best friend was right, you really were in need of this; you seriously had to thank her once this little tryst was over.
You drop your phone onto the bed, opting to chase your release and your brought that hand up to your breast, kneading the soft flesh before pinching and tweaking your nipple. You let your head drop back and you focus on the feelings, fantasizing about Caleb, imagining that it was his fingers ghosting over top of your skin.
You think about his tongue, and how it taunted you from the picture he had sent. Your moan his name out loud, picturing that sinful tongue biting down gently on your nipple before sucking on it. In a feverish haze, your hands quicken their movements, thrusting in and out, the pressure building higher and higher, before it finally explodes.
You gasp out loud, and your eyes roll back, feeling fireworks dance under your skin as your ride out your high. You continue your ministrations to milk out your orgasm and then your hands slowly come to a stop. You stared at your ceiling and caught your breath, slightly shaken at how hard you’ve come. You reach for your phone with your clean hand to see if Caleb was still on the line.
You feel a bit embarrassed after the events that had transpired. You awkwardly clear your throat, "H-hello. . .?"
"Hi~" he says back. You can hear the teasing tone in his voice. "Did'ya cum? Must've. You were moanin' out my name like crazy. . . could hear you thrustin your fingers too."
You clear your throat once again, "yeah- um. yes. I did cum. It was. . . the best orgasm I've had in months, so um. Thanks. For that." You inwardly cringe at yourself. Just when you thought you couldn't get more awkward, you do.
He lets out a cute laugh. "that's good. I'm glad I could help you out there. Don't be shy in booking me again in the future, alright? Maybe. . . we can do more than a phone call. I can probably reach deeper than your cute lil fingers too."
You talked to Caleb for a few more minutes, saying your thanks and your goodbyes to him while letting him know that you would certainly be using this service again. You let out a small laugh to his response, he tells you to book him and only him in the future. Looking back at tonight's events, you know that you would choose Caleb again in a heartbeat. You’re about to get up to clean yourself off when you hear a ping, signaling that you had gotten another message on your phone.
Thank you for using L&D Escort Service. We hope to see you again soon.
the tags on @luien-ssb luilui’s spicy ssb encouraged me to finally clean up the draft in our messages so mmm here’s the full version!! mdni!!
thinking about suba hanging out in sho’s truck before opening… nothing serious, just sitting on a stool in the corner talking quietly with sho as sho does his prep work and chops up the vegetables he needs for later. can’t help but think about how sho looks so good like this, with his sleeves rolled up and his forearms flexing with every chop of the knife… it’s hard to look away.
and really, it’s hard to think of anything else. sho’s hands have always been subaru’s weakness. they’re a little roughed up with scars from fights and rounds in the pits and one too many oven accidents, but they’re warm on subaru whenever they kiss and they’re tender on his cheek whenever sho pulls away. always soft, always sweet, like he doesn’t want to push subaru any more than he is comfortable with. but, oh, the way—
except sho is looking at him with an eyebrow raised and too late subaru is realising sho has asked him a question he hasn’t yet answered. he stumbles out an apology, because his boyfriend is sweet enough to spend extra time with him ahead of his truck opening, and he spends this precious time fantasising about his hands instead?
sho noticing subaru’s lips part in a small huff of shame and noticing the flush tinting the tips of his ears and really, would he be a good boyfriend if he didn’t recognise the way subaru is looking away a little to the left? sho setting his knife down and peering closely at suba with a grin. thinking of something, senpai?
🌶️🔞⬇️
subaru flushing because no! thank you for letting me spend time with you in your truck! except they both know that’s not what he’s thinking, and sho is closing the distance with a careful kiss that tastes like smile and sun. kisses him again because he likes subaru’s little noise of surprise. kisses him again just to tease, and again because subaru is kissing back something delicious and melting. kisses him again just because, and then again and again and again and oh, one thing leads to another because come on, once you start can you ever really stop?
sho finding himself white knuckling the stainless steel countertop with subaru on his knees. he’s seen subaru kneeling in so many contexts, in so many tea rooms, but never before with a white towel underneath his knees to cushion the impact as he takes sho in his mouth over and over again.
subaru with one gloved hand braced carefully on sho’s thigh and another around the base of sho’s length, looking up at sho with wide purple eyes. sho would feel absolutely terrible about how his senpai is kneeling on the floor except there’s a glint in subaru’s eye that tells him exactly how much subaru likes being there, turning sho into putty with every hollow of his cheek, every flick of his tongue. sho accidentally flexing his thigh while shifting, and he nearly loses himself when subaru honest to god moans around his cock at the movement.
sho nearly folding in half when he notices subaru reaching down to palm himself through his pants. shouldn’t he be the one helping subaru? he should. oh, god, he should. he should be the one taking subaru in hand, slim and pretty and pink, tugging on him so gentle and slow that subaru melts in his hands with pretty moans that send blood straight to sho’s cock—
but before he can reach down to help subaru up there’s a knock at the truck window.
he’s very sure he locked the truck window before he started prep. he’s Very sure he put the sign up on the truck that said it wasn’t open yet. he’s VERY sure absolutely NOBODY should know that either of them are in here.
but the knocking persists and sho is cursing the knocker in his mind because what the hell. can’t they read. can’t they take a hint. subaru pulls off his cock with a pop. tilts his head to the side in the absolute cutest way that sho is always weak for. keeps one gloved hand on the base of sho’s cock, like he’s ready to resume whenever sho has handled whoever is at the window.
sho doesn’t want to take his eyes off of the spit-shine of suba’s lips, but lyca’s voice is booming through the truck and he’s shouting something about not being able to find suba-kun, and he smells suba somewhere so he must have been near here, and he smells sho too, so come out and help him find suba!! subaru exhaling a laugh then immediately covering his mouth with his free hand. he looks up at sho. but he doesn’t loosen the hand he has around sho, and he blinks up at sho so serenely that sho thinks he’s hallucinating when suba’s hand starts to move again, excruciatingly, painfully slow.
sho curses. twists half-around to slide the truck window an inch up, just enough for him to meet lyca’s eyes through the gap. “he’s not here.”
his voice is rough, but thankfully lyca isn’t acquainted enough with sho to recognise something different. lyca frowns a I can smell him before sho snarls again, “he’s not fucking here.”
it’s by grace of suba being so lovely to lyca that sho doesn’t slam the window back down on lyca’s face. but it’s also by grace of a wet heat suddenly enveloping the head of his cock that sho falters instead, mouth going dry and voice shaking out a short ah—
“I can smell him,” lyca insists again, and oh, after all, lyca isn’t doing anything wrong. he’s just looking for suba. sho should be nicer— sho gritting his teeth because he can feel suba taking him deeper and deeper into his mouth, and ah— a warning squeeze to the base of his cock, and two soft, soothing strokes—
“I promise he’s not here. Try— try the main building,” sho grits out, and slams the window shut. when he turns around he nearly falls to his knees.
subaru is nearly taking him to the hilt, eyes glassy as his nose hits his glove over and over again. but worse, sho thinks, worse, subaru has already taken himself out of his pants, pretty and painfully pink, beads of precum smeared into the black of his glove as he squeezes his tip like he’s holding himself back from coming.
the sight of subaru like this, beautiful and close, normally neat hair stuck to his forehead in sweat, eyes wide and nearly pitch black with want, nearly sends him over the edge. his beautiful subaru, usually so reserved, moaning quietly in need around his cock, desperate just for him.
“sen-“ he chokes, before catching himself, but subaru understands him anyway. subaru swallows, and the wet heat tightens around sho, and he is spilling, spilling, spilling onto subaru’s tongue. subaru swallows every last drop.
pairing: caleb xia x reader
synopsis: you ask caleb to send you a recording of him doing the plank challenge that has been circulating your social media! You totally do not have any ulterior motives!
cw: minors dni | caleb and reader are both freaks, calebs a little slow to figure it out, kinda dumb plot but whatever we ball, suggestive, mentions of masturbation, ALSO GIDEON CAMEO WOOO GIDEON NATION RISE
wc: 1.8k
a/n: So close to finishing all my wips from december...I have requests to finish and I am also planning for my hanahaki event aghhh I'm so excited! I always look forward to writing after long days at school! Enjoyyyy (I need caleb, can you tell?)
"A what now?"
"The plank challenge," You repeated innocently, waving your phone in front of him. "Y'know, those videos where people do planks and see how long they'll last?"
"But why record it?" Caleb questioned, opening a drawer and putting away some utensils.
"For fun," You hummed. You totally didn't want your personal video of your favorite pilot sweaty and whimpering your name. "If you don't wanna do it-"
"No, I'll do it," He cut you off quickly, heat rising in his cheeks. He didn't want to say so no to you-hell, he was incapable of saying no to you. It was scary, the power you had over him. You smiled, satisfied with his answer.
"The only other condition is that you have to say my name while you do it," You reminded him sweetly, patting his cheek. Caleb arched an eyebrow, mulling it over, reaching for a dried bowl. You opened the cabinet for him and watched him place the bowl in it's designated spot.
"What..? Whatever you say, pipsqueak," He muttered, shutting the cabinet and wiping his hands on a towel. "You sure have strange requests." You just beamed at him, giddy about him agreeing to it-though you weren't surprised, Caleb rarely rejected your requests.
After making a little small talk, your phone buzzed and you took that as your cue to leave. Caleb trailed behind you, still thinking about your 'plank challenge' as he watched you tie your shoes.
You grabbed your keys and purse, the keychains on it making a pleasant clinking noise.
"Okay, see you later!" You pecked him quickly on the cheek before heading out, the door shutting in his face before he could say goodbye. He stood there in the hallway, watching you from the window as you pulled out of the driveway.
He was still confused about your sudden (and weird) request but he was already rolling out one of his exercise mats in the living room. He pulled over a black tank top over his torso and grabbed his cell phone.
"Gotta say your name, huh?" He muttered to himself as he propped his phone against the couch. He clicked the record button and got into position, resting on his forearms. "Little weirdo..."
Regardless, ten minutes later, he had you're video recorded and sent it to you. He thought nothing of it as he rolled his mat and wiped the sweat rolling down his face. Surely it wasn't for anything weird, right?
Right?
Days passed without you saying anything. Caleb wondered if you even watched the video-what was it even for? He did note that your behavior has been a little funny-but you were always kind of doing weird things so he didn't know if it attributed to the video. You would be cooped up in your room after work, longer than he expected you to change your clothes, and would come out looking flushed.
Or sometimes you'd be glued to your phone and suddenly switch tabs when he was around.
Or he would hear you giggling to yourself a room over.
Yeah, something was up.
"Hey pipsqueak," Caleb started suddenly, the two of you finishing up dinner. Your mouth was stuffed with rice, a piece stuck to your chin.
"Mmyeagh?" You swallowed the bite and wiped your mouth with a napkin, already ready to shovel another spoonful into your mouth before he spoke again.
"Did you...get to use my video or something?" He questioned, purple eyes sparkling with confusion, looking like a lost puppy with his wide eyes. You giggled, reaching for your water.
"Oh yeah, I used it all right," You were giggling again after you sipped from the glass. He tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed. Just like they were when he was doing his plank...The thought made heat rush throughout your body, sinful images conjuring up in your mind.
"But what for?" Caleb took a bite from his plate, chewing slowly. You hummed thoughtfully, your eyes lingering on his exposed biceps-biceps that were shaking from exertion in his video. They then flicked to his lips which were the source of your new favorite snippets that you replayed in your mind.
"Y/N-hah-I can't-"
"For scientific reasons," You teased. The image of his arms trembling as he struggled to stay upright accompanied by the sweet, adorable noises that left his mouth made you want to sprint to your room and slam the door-a little routine you've established for yourself after you went home for work-a routine accompanied with his ten minute video where you've memorized your favorite, er, timestamps.
1:34 His brows start to furrow
2:00 He murmurs your name softly
2:34 A whimper escapes his lips along with your name
2:35 Another one
3:45 His breathing turns heavy here...
3:50 His arms are shaking now
5:45 An adorable 'fuck' rolls off his tongue, and he says your name right after
7:56 "I ca-can't-"
"For what though?" He pressed on, dumping extra chicken strips on your plate without realizing it. His voice snapped you back to reality, the same voice that whimpered your name days prior.
"Ugh, it's nothing important-just finish your dinner!" You shot back, face burning, eager to retreat back into your room. You wondered if you could last till 7:56...it was your latest goal that you were failing miserably. Caleb's eyes narrowed, a million questions hanging on his tongue but he stayed quiet.
You finished your dinner and kissed him good night, careful not to look too excited as you walked to your room, leaving an even more frustrated Caleb behind you.
"She did what now? Ugh, you two are freaks...a match made in hell..." Gideon's disappointed voice sounded on the other end. Caleb was in the middle of dusting off his model planes, Gideon on speaker as he cleaned them off.
"What are you talking about? She just-"
"Caleb." Gideon deadpanned. The plane in Caleb's hand was back to it's original shine and was placed back in it's display case.
"Huh?" Caleb muttered distractedly, reaching for the next plane, painted in a vibrant blue. He smiled fondly at the memory of you helping him build this one.
"Caleb." His best friend's impatient voice sounded again. The memory fizzled out, replaced by Gideon's image. Caleb made a face and continued to clean his plane.
"Geez-what?" Caleb huffed, delicately wiping off dust from the planes wings.
"Do I really have to explain this to you..?" Gideon sighed, and Caleb pictured him pinching the bridge of his nose, a gesture that immediately had him thinking about another childhood friend he had.
"Knock yourself out, man. I'm not sure why you're making this a big deal." Caleb said, turning the plane over in his large hands to inspect the bottom.
"Okay-just don't freak out or be mean to her or anything," Gideon started slowly. "In fact, it's kinda cute in a kind of, weird freaky way-"
"For gods sake just tell me!" Caleb cut him off, almost splintering the planes tail at his own outburst. He heard his friend inhale.
"Alright, so..."
Caleb almost dropped his model airplane. Almost-but it was worth two hundred dollars so of course he didn't. Damn those model kits, why are they so expensive?! Is what he would probably be thinking-but no-they were replaced with a sinful image of you.
An image of you laying in bed, phone in one hand while the other ventured down south, listening to him.
He had said goodbye to Gideon relatively quickly, shutting the display case and sitting on the couch.
All this time...you were shut in your room touching yourself to that silly video?
He chuckled to himself, running a hand through his hair. He was worried about nothing-well, in regards to your health. He was worried that you stayed in your room for a long time because you were sick-but this? This was a whole new can of worms.
Caleb Xia knew you were freaky-in fact, you were probably like that because of him, actually-but this? Asking him in broad daylight for-for a fucking whimper audio?
Why didn't you just ask him to make love to you directly? He's already done so before, so why?
Suddenly, he felt a wave of jealousy overtake him because of that stupid video. Instead of coming to him, you were getting off to a video of him. He frowned at the thought, eye twitching.
"I'm hooomeeeee!!' Caleb's gaze snapped up as you entered the living room, swinging your keys in one hand. Words failed him, his mind a jumbled mess at Gideon's explanation. You flitted towards him and kissed him like you always did when you arrived home, but his hands shot forward and held your waist firmly. Your eyes widened. "Caleb?"
His gaze was intense-dark and full of want. You swallowed thickly, heart pounding with excitement. You already knew you were walking on thin ice the way you've been dancing around him recently. In fact, this was your plan all along-you were just waiting for him to find out. To break. It was both hilarious and agonizing seeing him fret about the meaning of the video-but you had to admit you were getting frustrated lately. You missed his touch...but you wanted him to figure that out himself. You placed your hands over his toned chest, feeling the heat radiating off him.
"Y/N...if you wanted to hear me moan your name, you could've just asked for a live demonstration," He said in a dangerously low tone, looking up at you. His words made you clench your thighs closer which he noticed immediately, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist. "You really think I wouldn't find out?"
You shook your head frantically, struggling to come up with another excuse when he was looking at you like-like that. "Wait, I-"
He was already lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, something hard poking against your lower half. You blushed as he easily carried you towards the hallway, each step deliberately slow.
"Caleb, what are you doing?" You asked breathlessly, though you had a feeling that tomorrow you would be coming to work late. You already knew what was coming-and you already knew his stamina was absolutely monstrous.
He was in your room now, gently laying you on top of your bed. His face was flushed red, amethyst eyes blown wide as he looked at you. You had been fantasizing about this moment for the past couple days, your tummy doing flips as he pulled of his shirt, exposing his toned body. He was quick to shed off his sweatpants as well, leaving it discarded somewhere on the floor as he hovered over you.
"Caleb..." You moaned softly, watching as he leaned towards you, his entire body taking up your vision.
"We're gonna make a new video," He whispered lowly into your ear , slowly grinding against you. He caged you in underneath him, one hand pulling out his phone. His breath was warm against your neck, both of your bodies thrumming with heat and electricity. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him closer, a soft whine escaping your lips as he rolled himself deliciously against you, the soft beep sounding from his phone as he clicked record. "But this time... it's gonna be for me."
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