content warnings: nsfw 18+, mdni, academic rivalry between the two, nerd!caleb x reader x nerd!zayne, cockwarming, oral (fem receiving), double penetration, brat taming, mean!dom zayne, pleasure!dom caleb, overstimulation, creampie
author’s note: this is a req from an anon to write something with BOTH caleb and zayne 🤭 hope it’s something you enjoy :’)
word count: 2.4k
caleb and zayne are renowned for their academic achievements, absolute nerds. they’ve been rivals since childhood. always striving to be ‘the one’ to impress you, to see who could get higher grades. yet you never noticed that they liked you. always focused on how other girls would swarm around them or ask you for their number. so surely they’d never like you back right? plus you had feelings for them both, it would be embarrassing to even say out loud so you just brushed off your feelings.
anyway, they made it clear to you that they ‘hated each other’. however, weirdly enough, despite them stating how much they hate each other’s guts most of the times, they are almost always together. ‘just to study of course’. that’s what they told you anyway but you knew that they somewhat secretly enjoyed each other’s company. it went on even until university despite them being in different stem fields entirely. of course, bad habits die hard. and yes, even though they ‘hated each other’, they were now roommates and continue to argue in their shared dorm every other day about who got a higher GPA.
as for you? you were never the studious kind. it used to have teachers genuinely confused as they took notice of the closeness between the three of you, except..you weren’t exactly as bright as they were.. academically anyway. even in university right now. you’ve learnt that ‘ignorance is bliss’ and that it was better to ignore whatever science nerdy topics they’d go on about and whenever they even tried to involve you in the conversation because the most you’d do is look at them with question marks floating above your head. in response to your confused expression, they simply sigh before brush you off by saying ‘science stuff’ despite their heated argument. you always paid no mind to their behaviour.
however, one day your blood runs cold and your heart is stuttering in your chest. how did you get placed into a STEM course. you realise that you DO have to make sense of whatever caleb and zayne talk about now because guess what? you’re in entirely new course which also so happens to be their specialty. despite your begging and pleading to the university, they simply told you that you had no other choice but to complete these subjects for the full semester. your jaw nearly dropped at their words because it wasn’t as if you were as smart as caleb or zayne to adjust so quickly AND score incredibly high marks in every exam. you were already barely passing your original course what more science.
then it clicked. this was nothing your best friends couldn’t help you with. immediately, you told them the news and swallowed down your own pride to ask for help. to your surprise, they’d instantly immediately agreed to tutor you. under their terms. at that time you didn’t know what it meant but you were way too happy to take notice of the mischievous glint in their eyes when they shot each other a knowing glance.
that’s what had gotten you into this predicament anyway. you were in their dorm for your little ‘study sessions’ where they had promised to help you score well for your course. you were sat between them at zayne’s study table, their large frames on either side of you, explaining to you the most important fundamentals you needed to know. unfortunately, if only you could even focus on what they were actually saying. all you could pay attention was how calebs hand was rubbing your inner thigh of your left leg while zayne just rested his on your right knee, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. something about their full attention on you and the fact that they were touching you so casually made it so much harder for you to listen to whatever caleb was explaining. your mind was already fuzzy and dizzy from their slight touches.
how could they even focus? scratch that, how could they leave their hands all over you and could still explain such difficult concepts simultaneously? their slight feather touches and little readjustments were driving you crazy. you had to fight to push down the heat crawling up your neck as your hands were clenched in your lap. you squirm slightly. the heat in your tummy slowly building up as you just tried to focus, focus on whatever they were telling you. but god, they looked so attractive. too attractive it was overwhelming.
“pipsqueak, you’re listening right?” he asks softly, his voice light and teasing as he taps a pencil on the temple of your forehead. you look up at him and see the visible smirk on his lips. instantly you turn away flustered to your other direction, but instead you make eye contact with a firm zayne who grabs your chin intimidatingly. he forces you to look him in the eye before he clicks his tongue, “looks like our little darling here isn’t focusing very well,” he pauses and his eyes darts to the other, “i think we should do something about her attitude, don’t you think so too?” god, the way he talked to caleb, addressing him as if you weren’t even in the room. it made you even more desperate that it almost made you feel embarrassed by how turned on you were.
you hear the sinister chuckle that caleb huffs out. it makes your knees weak that you think that your legs would’ve given out if you weren’t seated but his next words of ‘oh i believe we should’ made your thighs instantly try to slam shut against their hand that still holds your thighs open.
“oh no, baby.. none of that,” caleb tuts softly against your ear. “we have a ‘method’ to get you to focus…but you need to say yes.” his lips presing against you now. instantly you gulp and nod furiously. you feel caleb’s lips curl at your frantic response but take notice of the other man who looks at you with such hunger just because of the needy look you gave him. god, how you made them hard. oh all the years they spent pining over you. looks like now they don’t even have to fight. zayne’s eyes narrow and search your eyes for any sort of resistance or hesitance. finding none, he instantly leans forward, turning your face and slam his lips onto yours. hard.
before you know it you’re seated on zayne’s cock. he’s buried all the way, the tip nearly kissing and prodding at your cervix as his veins rub against you so deliciously. but you didn’t think it would be this easy, did you? oh no no. they promised that they were going to help you score well in your exams. that was their first priority.
“zayne—ngh! you’re so deep… pleease! i need you..move please..caleb, help me-ngh!” you whine, crocodile tears blurring your vision as you fail to answer any of their questions about the content they had just explained to you. zaynes large palms are presses you down, restricting you from any movement that all you can do is sit on him and warm him up. you feel the way his cock twitches inside you, you’re so so full that it feels hard to breathe even. your toes curl as you kick against his open thighs. you needed friction. your gummy walls can only flutter and flutter around him as you’re so desperate that theres a white ring of arousal to were you connect.
caleb leans his face close to yours, looking up and down at your pathetic state. perched so nicely and snug on his best friend’s cock. helpless and unable to move, tears in your eyes. he just pouts with faux sympathy “baby, if you wanna cum, you gotta answer our questions. how else will you learn?” his voice laced with innocence.
zayne lets out a tch of annoyance at your lack of comprehension, already going cockdrunk just from feeling him inside you. he moves one of his hands up your body to pinch at your nipple. “are you even listening? if you don’t try to even answer us with a reply we want, say goodbye to being fucked like how i know you want us to. i know deep inside you all you want is for us to manhandle you and force you to take it don’t you?” his voice low and serious. he pauses before his hand traces up to caress your jaw sweetly. “but, if you answer us like a good girl and stop thinking with that stupid cunt of yours, maybe we will consider not to leave you needy and throbbing. we just might fuck you so nice and hard that you go stupid on our cocks and bring you over the edge over and over again until you can’t remember anything but our names.”
you let out. desperate mewl at his words. “o—okay..hagh! please— just let me cum.. ngh.. caleb just explain it—hah! one more time,” you whimper pathetically. “of course, sweetheart. we’re gonna make you cum, kay?”
every time you failed to let out respond correctly zayne would slap your clit and make your body jerk as much as possible with his tight arms around you, heeding no mind how your cunt spasms around him with every strike. caleb is also there to reassure you gently and prompt you to get your answers right, giving hints so you could get it right and that they could fuck you. if only you were fuzzy, you’d notice that all this help caleb was giving you wasn’t out of sympathy either. they were taking their time to savour you. to tease you. to devour you whole between them.
eventually they relent on the questions and it almost makes you die from relief. caleb wipes away your tears gently, cupping your face as zayne rubs his hands over your body in an attempt to soothe you. what shocks you next is how caleb grabs zaynes face instead of yours and smashes his lips against his. it’s a kiss fighting for dominance, their glasses hit against each others as their kiss is so intense and full of desire. it makes you whimper and squirm at the sight.
they pull away panting, “aww, princess desperate for some attention too, huh. its okay we got you.” caleb reassures you, all smiley. before you can comprehend anything, zayne grabs your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss, however, he completely controls the kiss and doesn’t let you go until you signal for a breath of air. the moment you pull away, you feel calebs lithe fingers take off zaynes glasses and slides them onto your face, the glass framing your face perfectly.
“lay back and relax now, darling,” now it was zayne cooing against you. suddenly you feel him pull your legs back and it makes you squeal as he bares you open to caleb, spreading you wide, still seated on his cock. his elbows lock underneath your thighs and before you know it, caleb is between both your legs and licking all over your cunt and where you and zayne connect.
caleb smirks against your cunt hearing both your groans. he licks over your cunt in slow, calculated licks, lathering his tongue all over you. it makes you whimper loudly, as you throw your head back at the lewd sight between your legs, the way you can feel the vibrations directly on your cunt. calebs groans and whines as he eats you out. your toes curl and you try to close your legs from the overwhelming feeling but zayne only holds you tighter. you pant and pant so heavily that it fogs up zayne’s glasses. the sight of it making caleb groan as he looks up to see your face.
with your eyes squeezed shut and your head leaning over zaynes shoulder, you miss the brief look shared between the two and before you can process anything, you feel caleb’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, his tongue flicking against your clit making you near incoherent as your vision whitens. before you can even ground yourself, you feel zayne shallowly thrusting his hips up against yours and the squelching of your cunt grows louder and louder along with your high pitched squeals and moans pouring out from you.
“let go, princess.” zayne coaxes you.
you cum against calebs tongue and on zaynes cock so quickly that you couldn’t even warn them until your body convulsed between them violently and you let out a broken moan of, “i—nghh! cumming! ah-! z-zayne..caleb!” you cry out.
they don’t respond, solely focused on making you feel good and helping you ride out your orgasm. zayne continues thrusting into you while caleb licks over your quivering swollen clit like there was no tomorrow. eventually it grew too overwhelming, too quick. too much.
you instantly wince and reach down to pull at calebs hair to move him off your sensitive clit but he wouldn’t budge, too pussydrunk on your taste. zayne also continues to grind you against him which heightens the pleasure for your already sensitive pussy. you let out a cry as you were sandwiched between zaynes cock and calebs mouth, no escape or attempts of running were an option for you. only to take it like the good girl you were.
the heat in your stomach was already building up again, quicker and quicker waiting to unravel and burst. zayne reaches a hand to press on your tummy to coax the orgasm out of you faster. again another blinding orgasm washes over you, the feeling of oversensitivity gone.
exhausted, you lay against zaynes chest as he finally releases his grip on yours trembling thighs and at the same time, caleb lets your clit go with a resounding ‘pop’.
suddenly, you see caleb stand up and grasp your face. “you know we aren’t done yet right? we didn’t even get to come.” he smiles with faux kindness. “besides, i want to see your pretty eyes roll back as we make you cum over and over around our cocks, begging for us to let you take a break. we’re gonna make you feel soo good, pip.” he grins.
and truth said, they did exactly that. they had you on top of caleb and zayne behind you. caleb holding your legs apart now as zayne held your hair back so caleb could get a good look at your fucked out expression. face flushed, cross-eyed and hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. every once in a while caleb would push the glasses back up to the bridge of your nose before thrusting up just to watch it fall further down again as you scramble, trying to ground yourself with two cocks inside you. you’re practically drooling from the pleasure as everytime caleb thrust upwards, zayne would pull out. and once zayne thrusted back in, caleb would pull out. the torturous cycle of both your holes being fucked so slow and deep - in and out. in and out. it was maddening and above all, drove you delirious. their sweet moans and groans fill the air along with yours. in the end, you could do nothing but succumb to the pleasure until they stuffed you full of their cum in your ass and your womb.
that semester, you still passed your course with flying colours. that 4.0 GPA all thanks to your tutors who were also now your boyfriends who had made every single lesson ‘efficient’ that all the information was ingrained into your memory :3
you take a screenshot of your results on your computer before sending it to the both of them.
you: look at what i got!!! a 4.0 GPA >.<
you: you better be proud of me
nerd 1 🫶: i guess our good girl deserves a reward, don’t you think, apple boy?
nerd 2 ❤️: i suppose so.
nerd 2 ❤️: meet us at the dorm tonight, princess. same time as usual. love you, our smart girl.
but the way his fingers are knuckle deep inside, curling them just right against your sweet spot, might be your favorite.
“tetsu—” you whine, biting your lip to muffle your sounds in the study room he’s “tutoring” you in for biochemistry.
“c’mon, baby, if ya get this one right, i’ll add another finger,” he purrs in your ear, “maybe even touch your clit a little too.”
with furrowed brows and the most amount of concentration you’ve ever put toward something, you begin writing—and struggle. he murmurs a little “mhm” and “there you go” as your thighs begin to shake around his hand.
“you miscounted your carbons, go on back and rework that last step.”
you hastily erase the last thing you did and do it over, wanting this teasing to end. you feel that tightness in the pit of your tummy, and kuroo can feel you tightening around him. he pulls out his fingers, clicking his tongue in faux disappointment. “no coming until you get this, pretty.”
so when you finally finish the question correctly, he knows just how to celebrate it. with three fingers and a thumb to your twitching clit, he enjoys how you crumple the paper you just wrote on because you’re holding onto the table as you make the prettiest mess on his hand.
and when you ace your exam, you know you just have to keep going back for more help—you have to keep your grade up!
best. tutor. ever. ᢉ𐭩
to my newest kuroo self shippers: @bakery-anon & @tiredafbruh >:)
im not too deep into lore so this might be a bit ooc, but i do think sea god!raf would be the kindest in bed. he'd scold the others for being mean or too rough, only pressing the gentlest of kisses to your temple... and your clit of course. he'd hold you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how good you are for them, how you're so perfect—he'd be the one to prepare you thoroughly with all intention of it being for your sake.
but abysswalker!raf? yeah, he's helping the sea god prep you to take all three of them, but it's more about seeing you squirm and cry rather than for your benefit. he gets a kick (in his dick) when he sees fat tears stream down your cheeks, begging for him to stop teasing you, to stop touching you because you just came, it all turns him on so much. he'd be mean—he's listening but not really—prioritizing your pleasure so much that it gets too much that you try to push him away. he can't help it, he likes making your pussy and eyes wet.
and your linkon rafayel? he's mostly just mad. mad and jealous that these other men (it's just him times three!) are all over you, like they can't get enough. he's always known how irresistible you are but all of that was supposed to be knowledge only he knew. he'd claim your pussy, not allowing the others to fuck you there. in fact to really claim you, he'd try to breed you. yeah. in the middle of a fucking foursome. he'd mark you up the most too, leaving hickeys and bites wherever he can.
caleb is the biggest advocate of happy wife = happy life.
in the morning, he waits for you to wake up so he can attack your face with kisses. he starts by smoothing out your hair, poking at your cheeks, and running his fingers across your lips.
your giggles are worth missing that extra hour of sleep anyway.
he plants kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, and finalizes with a brief kiss on your lips, leaving you to rush in for one more. and who is he to deny his wife?
okay—technically—his girlfriend. but still.
after your slow morning, caleb decides to take you out for lunch. he holds you close when you walk; his arm is wrapped around your shoulder the entire time. when he feels you lean into him for more (of his body warmth, but he doesn’t have to know that), caleb explodes. he probably runs hotter after that too.
he leads you through grocery stores (“do you think we need this for the fridge?”), flower shops (“caleb, i think this would look great on our dresser”), and the tire shop (“pipsqueak, you really need to get these tires fixed. good thing you can always rely on me, though!”).
you browse for things to make his apartment more homey. he looks for items to stock your (our—as caleb likes to say) fridge with. you joke and bicker and hide your heads when you get stares from older ladies for being too loud. you’ll laugh about this when you get home.
later, for dinner, caleb decides he’ll cook for you at home with the groceries he bought today. he made a new special tonight: some kind of pasta with chicken.
and no matter how many times you insisted on helping, caleb used his evol to push you back onto the couch. but, when you snuck over to him and grabbed his waist, he surrendered. any reasonable man would. how could he not surrender when you nuzzled into him, begging him to let you do something.
at dinner, he cut up your chicken and fed you until you started making pregnancy jokes. what a dream that would be, caleb thought.
then, at night (probably 10pm), you two start heading to bed. caleb hops in the shower with you (“could this be my reward for cooking for you today?”) and runs his hand through your hair; shampoos and conditions it; rubs body wash all over you; and rinses you off.
you repeat the same actions to him, except you like to mess with him ten times more. you rub soap everywhere, but you paid special attention to his abs. and biceps.
though, caleb didn’t say a single thing. he had to fight back the urge to smirk when your hands rubbed up and down his arms. this might’ve been heaven for him.
when you got out, you asked (begged) if you could shave for him. caleb had been growing a bit of stubble, and you’ve always expressed your interest in shaving him since he started growing hair.
so he props you up on the bathroom sink, standing in between your legs while you carefully run the razor up and down his jaw. you’re so gentle with him—much gentler than he usually is when shaving himself.
your fingers prod all over his jawline and cheeks. your featherlight touch sends sparks all over his face, and he can’t help but break out into a smile (even when you scold him). scratch what he said before—this is heaven to him.
when you’re done, you analyze his face as if he’s a sculpture. you trace your fingertips down the slope of his jaw; the high rise of his cheekbones, and over his lips for fun. he playfully tries to bite your finger before you swat at him.
the two of you brush your teeth, and you already know caleb will be bumping hips with you throughout the whole process. what should take two minutes turns into ten—with both you and caleb messing with each other by tickling, pinching, or hugging.
once you two are in bed, your face is pressed into caleb’s chest. he rests his chin on top of your head, and you feel his breaths coming down on you. when you look up at him with glowing, love-sick eyes, caleb presses kisses all over the top of your head.
you angle yourself up slightly, and caleb perks up eyebrow in suspicion. even in the dark, caleb can tell you’re smiling when you push yourself up and kiss him on the lips. it’s a deep kiss: one where you’re thanking him, trying to please him, and loving him all at once.
caleb is on you instantly, with one hand holding your face and the other cradling the small of your back. he puts all of the energy he has left into the kiss, before pulling away and slumping his head on the pillow like a love-starved dog.
“thank you. for today,” you murmur, inching yourself closer to him. “i appreciate everything you do for me,” you press one more kiss onto his lips before you fall into the hands of sleep, “i love you, caleb.”
oh yeah, caleb thinks, happy wife, happy life.
i wrote this in 30 mins can u tell
also idk what’s up w my borders im writing this on my phone so they’re a bit janky loll sorry
Rafayel doing your makeup. Rafayel doing your makeup. Rafayel doing your makeup
He's estatic when you ask him. FINALLY YOU'RE LETTING HIM DO YOUR MAKEUP?! FUCK YEAH. You're his one and only muse! Squint and you'll find haunting aspects of you in everything he paints. And how could he not paint you? Your beauty breathes life into his art, he could spend hours just looking at you. So when you let him dress you up? Urgh. He's giddi with excitement.
It's intimate the way he does it, adoring, a coy smile not leaving his face as he cups your chin with one hand. His lovesick gaze is almost too much, staring at you leisurely and pinning you in the moment.
it's strange when Rafa gets serious like this, a quiet sort of serious, half deciding what colors he could use on you and half just drinking in the details of your face.
He has his way of getting you flustered even then; sneaking a kiss on the nose once he's done with the blush, and letting his fingers linger on your skin to inspect his work once in a while.
He's heartbreakingly gentle with how he holds you, delicate hand moving in practiced strokes as he moves to your eyes
"close your eyes cutie, I don't want to poke you"
You hear the 'tap- tap' of the brush as he dusts the excess off and you can't help but smile stupidly.
"you're smiling again~"
"shut up" you laugh through the smile, a blush creeping up your neck.
"and all done!"
For a moment you're scared of opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. You doubted all of his canvases were treated with such love.
you pry one eye open, "how do I look?"
It's only then that he closes the space between you, his lips only brushing against yours, not wanting to smudge his masterpiece, "like someone who could bring a God to their knees."
unedited. wrote this while taking a break from finishing his fic bc I forget just how rich Sylus is.
It's rare, but occasionally Sylus gets you mad. And the victim of your rage isn't him... but his bank account — specifically, the black card he's given you to use.
"Serves him right. I hope you go broke," you bitterly muttered, purchasing whatever comes to sight.
Usually, you're adamant about not using his money, specifically this card, despite his constant reminder to use it without guilt.
But when he finally comes home, days without warning or contacting you, with his clothes covered in blood and face full of exhaustion, that breaks the camel's back for you.
The result —
A new dining set, this time plated with gold. -$5k.
A new set of diamonds and pearls. -$9k.
A new Camaleonda sofa set. -$25k.
A Hästens bed set that you'll be using alone. -$150,000k.
So when Sylus gets a phone call asking if these purchases were fraudulent or if he would want to lock his card in case it was stolen, he chuckles while he taps his finger on his desk, smirking.
cute. so so cute.
He informs the banker on the other line, “No, run those purchases through."
"But sir, are you sure...? Whoever this is, they've also purchased 100 kitty plushies?"
Unfazed, Sylus responded, "That’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. She’s cute, no?”
"I-I see."
How adorable and naive were you to think this would ever bother him — no, it excited him even more whenever you decided to challenge him, especially when you didn't allow him to touch you ever since he's gotten back.
And before he ends the call, he orders, "Send me a list of what she purchases, and make a transfer into that account so she could spend more."
Not too long after, you receive a text from him.
From: Don't You Dare Get Weak And Call Him First 🔪
I expedited that bed, Kitten.
But why don't we put it to good use and give your new plushies a good show, Sweetie?
Tonight.
omg rafayel's promised wildfire in japanese is actually fucking insane and i don't think the english localization did it justice!!!
6:15
「随分欲張りになったんだね」
"you've become quite greedy"
GREEDY, NOT BOLD!! please greedy makes mc sound so much more needy and i love it also the way he says it? oh lord
6:21
「じゃあ僕も。。。いつもより酷いことしてもいいよね？」
"then in that case... i can do something more intense than usual, right?"
literally translated he asks if he can do something //bad// but in this context im pretty sure he's asking if he can be more intense/mean and then he proceeds to escape the binds mc put on him and it was actually so hot i think this was the first secret times i listened to properly and screamed
6:52
「ここまで来たら謝って逃げおうとしても遅いから」
"after coming this far, it's too late for you to apologize or run"
i DIDN'T THINK RAFAYEL COULD BE LIKE THIS CANONICALLY IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE
those were the only lines that stood out to me in comparison from the english localization and the other two timestamps were just them having sex and actual audible sounds of it that i didn't expect lol
7:15
HE PUT IT IN DKAIHERFKUAJNKSDJN
8:33
WHY IS IT WETWTEVETWHDSVHJBAJN
8:46
HOLY FUCK THIS IS JUST A SEX TAPE
anyway if yall have any secret times recommendations for zayne and sylus too please lmk<3 also no i don't speak jp fluently
popular student!rafayel x fem!reader
NSFW minors and ageless dni
CW: unprotected sex, blowjob, enemies with benefits?, public sex, library sex, rafayel's pretty annoying, deepthroat, i've gotten criminally bad at tagging
rafayel is the popular student majoring in art. he seems to have a lot of friends, but you find him unbearably annoying. his crowd of friends always blocks the hallways and makes a ruckus in the middle of campus, you can't stand it!
you can't stand it so much that you decided to kneel. in front of rafayel. with his dick in your mouth.
you're in the corner of the library where no one goes, sucking off the rafayel that you oh so hate. one of his hands is covering his mouth, the other is carded through your hair. he groans softly as he feels your tongue lap the underside of his cock, his eyes roll when you take him deeper into your throat, and he almost cums when you bottom out.
he pushes you off his cock, forcing you to stand. your back hits the shelves as he's in a rush to be inside you. he lifts your leg, pushing your panties to the side and presses the head against your entrance. you whine and he covers your mouth, warning you to stay quiet as he sinks in, the stretch being so delicious. you hold onto him tightly, burying your face in his soft cardigan to muffle your sounds as he slowly thrusts in you. the thrill of fucking in the library is turning you both on to an insane degree, one more nudge and you might squirt right then and there.
you're too wet, the obscene sounds and both of your breaths feel so loud. you can't focus on keeping quiet when his cock presses against your cervix so good. you swear you almost pass out when he lowers his hand, his thumb pressing against your clit. you cum so hard, your warmth squeezing him tightly as he cums with you, painting your walls white. resting your head against his shoulder as you come down from your high, you hear him open his stupid mouth and see him with that stupid smirk.
"you say you hate me, but you don't seem to want to let me go."
