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[h109zone]

HEY BB! ik it's been a while (been busy grinding on lads with this new wedding event), but I saw that your request was open and as usual...I have one lol. I'll make this quick since it's 2am in the morning. Can you write one where Mc is pent up and becomes agitated because of that, and Zayne finds out that's why she has an attitude and he *ahem..deals with it? (They've been dating for at least 7 months now and only slept with each other 1 or 2 times). That was longer than expected (sorry).

(Enjoy this as an apology)

sorry for bailing on you… i’ve made your request as my comeback and i hope you don’t mind that.

hope you’re still active on here.

[h109zone]

pent up—zayne x fem!reader

synopsis. zayne's schedule has been hectic, while you're volcano of desire and cravings is at the verge of erupting. so when you spotted him lounging in the living room, it was your last straw... and he had to do something about it.

pairing. zayne x fem!reader (separate)

requested. @dawnbreakerbrokeme

words. 2.3k

warning. pent-up, zayne switches up, fingering, dry humping?, implied punishment, elements of d/s, readers implied to be a brat, open ending

a/n. hey… its been an actual minute. after bouts of depression, suicidal ideation, loss of hope, getting a job, hating a job, and many more, i’ve decided to come back to return to my favorite form of escapism. i wanted to indulge in this further, but i want to get on here as quickly as i can so i can hopefully regain my love for writing. i hope you enjoyed this.

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Zayne is concerned about you. 

He always is; it’s within his nature. Not only does his medical profession play a factor in this, but being with you has also caused him to become extra alert when it comes to your health and safety, including your behavior and moods. And you were certainly exhibiting behaviors that are less than favorable for Zayne’s liking. On his rare days off, he was sitting on his couch, glasses adorned with his comfortable pajamas that you’ve bought for him, whilst his nimble fingers typed away for his research report the hospital assigned him for—it wasn’t a day off in its literal definition. Still, at-home work is considered a day off in Zayne’s opinion, even if it’s objectively wrong. 

Without glancing away from the laptop, he sensed a negative energy permeating as he heard the front door of his villa opening and slamming; the harsh shutting echoed across the vast living room. As soon as he heard you sigh and walk, Zayne had his emerald eyes move away from the screen and up to you. Despite looking put together, you were disheveled and exhausted in spirit, and your boyfriend knew you too well at that point—if seven months of dating didn’t count, then a life-long friendship should. 

You were stomping into the hard floor, tensed up, showcased by your shoulders being uptight and your furrowed brows. You had a dark and suppressive aura about you that Zayne wasn’t fully comprehending, yet he was willing to investigate. 

“Is everything alright, sweetheart?” Zayne’s asked, monotoned, yet it carried with it a concerned intention. You could only scoff and grumble at him without an answer as you walked past him, going up to your shared bedroom, slamming it hard that it echoed from upstairs. 

Now you have gotten his attention; it was his turn to have his brow skewed, except this was more of a confused expression, opposing your frustration. He slowly closed his laptop before setting it aside and getting up to your room. It was out of character for you to act this way towards him; usually, you’d voice out your annoyance to him, no matter how irrational you get, he doesn’t have a judgmental bone in him when it comes to you. However, this was new to him; you being angry and not talking—worse, the possibility of this anger could be his fault.

But why? What has he done to deserve this? Did he forget something? He knows it wasn’t your birthday, your anniversary is still five months away. In spite of his busy schedule, he still gave you kisses, flowers, and cooked your meals. What was it then? He didn’t notice any behavioral changes… He thinks. He couldn’t be sure about that one, but so far, you never acted out, at least not until now. Maybe it was his hectic work schedule, what is it? He can’t stand the uncertainty.

Zayne finally stood in front of the shut-down door and gave it a knock. He called out your name, and you were still ignoring him, leaving him to sigh as he asked you if he was able to come in. After there was no answer, he decided to attempt to open the door, which, to his relieving surprise, he found unlocked. There you were, sitting in front of your vanity, having already changed out of your uniform and into your usual loungewear, which consisted of his oversized shirt and shorts, while removing your makeup. You could see him through the reflection, but you didn’t spare him a glance and just continued with your skin care. Zayne could only sigh as he closed the door while looking at you through the mirror.

“We need to talk,” His usual stern tone penetrates your eardrums as he shuffles in your direction at a careful yet stringent pace. You gave him no response to his callings. The room’s air conditioning hadn’t turned on; one could argue that it could have been Zayne’s evol that was the reason why the room was cold. But a woman’s pent-up silence can freeze even a steaming lava in an instant, which is what you carried along within your system. 

“Are you listening to me?” One second, Zayne was by your door, you only looked down at the product, and all of a sudden, you saw a scarred hand slam by your vanity table, caging you with a rigid wall of well-trained pectorals, and a scowled, handsome face of your boyfriend leaning by your side. Despite all that, frustratingly, you didn’t flinch, just simply looked back at him as a form of acknowledgment.

You finally made eye contact with your boyfriend, his grass-filled eyes piercing into yours with a look of contempt. Not towards you, never has it been you, but towards your current actions—the unprecedented and unneeded cold war that he never asked for. 

“What? You have my attention now,” You said, expression and tone sharp like a freshly shaved dagger. 

Zayne could only sigh in resignation before he held your face. He can’t be harsh on you for too long, as his scornful attitude switched into concern at an instant. You nearly caved in, letting yourself go and melt into his hand, but you pulled yourself together and didn’t budge. Not pushing him away, but not physically giving in.

“What is with you today, my dear? You walked in and you barely acknowledged me,” Zayne cooed—even while scolding, he never has the gall to raise his voice at you. You could only slightly frown, resulting in him cupping his face with both of his hands, indirectly forcing you to look up at him. 

“Please, talk to me… I can’t bear seeing you this upset.” Zayne paused while kissing you on the forehead, which you didn’t pull back, “Help me help you, have I done anything, hm? Tell me…”

Zayne’s usual stoicism was put on hold, and desperation was placed as backup with your lack of response. You could proceed with your silence, but with how Zayne was nearing his breaking point, you couldn’t bear it. 

You broke your silence with a sigh as you pushed Zayne’s hand away lightly and placed it down. Your eyes followed his hands, forearms half exposed as Zayne’s sleeves were rolled up, showing off his scarred and vascular arms.

 Your wandering eyes never stopped at his arms, you examined his face with his slim yet hooked nose, his thin yet kissable lips that you hoped for it to be kissing your skin, his chest that was peeping through his v-neck shirt, then back to his hands and fingers—long and nimble, haste in movement when it comes to typing and surgical procedures, talented in many fields. Talented even in making you feel good, satisfying your cravings—a craving you were firing up for at this moment. 

“(y/n)?” 

Your thoughts were cut off by his soft voice, blinking at him as he tilted his head with a knitted brow at you. 

“I can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me, so please—” 

“I miss you.” You interjected. Zayne’s stance stilled; meanwhile, your cold gaze transitioned into one of urgency. 

“I know work has been hectic, but I have tried my best to adjust so we can have quality time—“ 

“No, Zayne, that’s not what I meant…” You stood from your vanity, dragging Zayne to the bed. He maintained his bemused expression even when he sat on the bed. It was only when you straddled his lap that he started to understand what you were trying to say. 

The agitation, the coldness, the lack of physical acknowledgement, it is all hitting Zayne like an avalanche. He could slap himself mentally as he placed his head into your chest, embarrassed by his mistake. You were both relieved and agitated that he took the memo immediately, sooner than expected. You would lie if you said that you couldn’t extend this game even longer, but your boyfriend took him only seven months to memorize your antics, which one could argue is impressive. 

However, instead of the apologetic softness you were expecting, you suddenly began hearing snickers as his shoulders vibrated due to it. You only furrowed your brows and looked down as he pulled away, revealing a smirked Zayne with hooded eyes.

“What’s so funny, now?” You scowled as Zayne carried on with his torment. He only shook his head before he slammed his lips towards yours. His icy lips melted instantly from the fervent need of connections. It took a bit for everything to register, but it wasn’t for too long as you reciprocated instantly by returning back the kiss. 

“You…” Zayne hushed through the lips smack, barely pushing himself away from you like a magnet, “have no clue… how much I need you so badly…” 

His words were hitting you like a cool air caressing your skin, pimpling it into prickly bumps with its hair sticking out. His esurient gaze leaves you even more heated with want, but his emerald eyes maintained along his slight smirk as he examines you like a cat ready to tackle its toy. You were squirming while Zayne’s lips brushed against the skin of your jaw, yet he held you where you are—irresisting and unwilling to give you room to move.

”If you think you are going to get what you want, you’re dead wrong,”

Zayne’s voice was hoarse as he picked you up and pushed you into the mattress, manhandling you with a contrast of his previous gentle actions, leaving you to yelp as you bounced along the mattress. Zayne now placed himself on top of you, your legs placed between his knees before his adroit, well-built arms cage you, making your eyes widened. The sight exchange was ravenous and ardent, pupils blown on both sides with desires exceeding past lust and love. You finally have been caught by your Zayne.

Before you can speak up, Zayne once again crashes his lips into yours, now with greedy swift sprinkled with desire, unlike his soft brushes of skin, his tongue swirls within your mouth, attempting to capture yours. Your crenellations were weak against his potent force, foundations were built on false hope on getting your shit together and brattiness that is willing to push one over the limit. 

You moaned against his lips, as one hand roams starting from your neck, to your supple chest and down to your hips, while the arm stabilises himself with his lips still at a lecherous war with yours.  Hushed curses and salacious sounds escaping out of your mouths has set the tone for the scene, with Zayne’s hand that rested on your hips traveled past the oversized shirt and fingertips made contact with the hem of your underwear. 

Your center core was heated with tantalizing calls for Zayne’s physical attention. He pulled away slightly, acting as if the string of saliva would threaten to distance you away if he pulled even farther, his eyes still on you. Your body quivered as Zayne played around with your panties, not doing anything to relieve you. His middle finger smoothed its way down to where your clit is at, and he started drawing figure 8s, making you gasp at his manoeuvre.   

“Z-zayne,” you moaned as he continued to tease you, while he smirks before he leans down to your neck, biting the sensitive skin making you mewl even louder. He hushed you as he pushed the fabric into you, making the wet spot even bigger. 

“Zayne, please… fuck~ take it off…”

He knew this is what you wanted, you wanted to be tortured, you wanted to play the long game, and there he was handing it to you. And here you are, complaining and whining pathetically that he speeds things up, while your contumacious act says otherwise. He knew not to give in too easily, unlike you. 

“Oh? Now you want me to do as you say?” Zayne teasingly gibed at your desperate attempts, “you should’ve thought about it when you first ignored me.”

The cloth fondling continues as the dark spot of your underwear gets bigger. In the midst of it all, Zayne had already unbuttoned your—his—shirt, revealing your soft breasts. His lips roamed down from your neck to chest, and he continued his sloppy attack, not leaving one nipple without attention. His tongue circles around the bud, while he proceeds to play with you. 

Your hips began to gyrate against his hand, feeling yourself become imbrued with wetness that clings into you, guided by your boyfriend’s fingers and aided by his tongue on your sensitive nipples. Before you know it, he has already pushed your underwear to the side, and the physical contact has finally gotten you to your peak already. A simple touch to your slit caused you to come undone, leaving Zayne both bemused and impressed as he pulled away from your chest. 

“I haven’t even touched you and you already came?” He chuckled darkly, leaving your face warm up in sheepishness. You had no time to run or get down from your high for Zayne got up on his knees and pushed your legs apart. His fingers were still on you and he began to rub your soft spot, leaving you buzzed from the overstimulation. You moaned as you lifted your hips from the overwhelming feeling, leaving Zayne to push your hips down with one hand while the other inserts his pointer and middle finger inside.

”Zayne!~” 

Your pleasured scream echoed around the room, struggling to squirm underneath your strong boyfriend as he vigorously finger thrusted you into oblivion. He went from doting boyfriend concerned for you in your silence to becoming a coldhearted individual unwilling to give you mercy for your petty silent game. 

Just as you were to reach another orgasm, this time Zayne stopped, face unphased as you pleaded underneath him to continue. His fingers were glistening and slimy thanks to you, playing with it, before he started sniffing and licking his digits. Your eyes matched his fingers with wetness appearing in them, calling him out of desperation, yet he maintains eye contact as he savors your flavor. 

Once done, he began stripping off his clothes, leaving himself bare in front of you.

”Don’t think we’re done here… you’ll have to pay your dues for shenanigans, and we won’t be done until I am satisfied.”

Punishment is coming your way and the only option you got is to take it.

[justwinginglife]

The LADS Men Learn Slang

I realize how ironic this is for me to be writing this considering I am the WORST at understanding slang so I'm sure I misused these words as I was writing them. But also. I couldn't stop giggling to myself about how funny it would be to hear the LADS men saying slang words, so yall can skip over this if you're not into stupid and silly shit.

Sylus

”Say that again, sweetie?” 

You continued to circle Sylus, finger tapping your chin as you examined him from top to bottom. “You just have so much rizz, Sy. Like. The hair. The sunglasses. The coat draped around your shoulders. The smooth talk. The smirk. The way you flirt with me. Rizz is just oozing off of you.”

He raised a brow. “I have…what now?”

”Rizz. As in charisma.”

”Then why didn’t you just say I have charisma?”

You straightened as if this was the moment you’d been waiting for your entire life. For special effect, you made a point of pushing up your glasses. If you’d had a whiteboard and a marker, it would’ve completed your whole “teacher” ensemble. ”Well, Sylus, I’m glad you asked. The answer is- it’s slang. Rizz is short for charisma. It’s the word people are using instead of charisma nowadays.”

He leaned forward, amused. ”I didn’t realize you were in the business of being lazy, kitten. I hope you’re able to fill your time satisfyingly with all those seconds you spared shortening one word.”

“It’s not me being lazy; it’s me keeping up with the times. It’s not like you’re going around calling people your ‘brethren’ anymore. No. They’re your bros. Your homies.”

He bit back a laugh. “Sweetie, I’m pretty sure I have no…’homies,’ as you call them.”

“Well that sounds like a you problem, Sy.”

“So, going back to the matter at hand, how exactly is this ‘rizz’ just ‘oozing’ off of me anyway?”

“Because. It’s just the air that you give off. The way that you speak. The way that you act. Like you’re sex on a stick.”

Sylus’ lips twitched. “Sex on a stick, huh? And that’s because of my…rizz? Did I get that right?” His words were taunting. He could care less about his mastery of this new language. He only wanted to see how far you would go with all of this. 

”Yes, old man. It’s cuz of your rizz.”

He scoffed, arms coming up to cross over his chest. “So I’m old now? I thought you just said I was sex on a stick, oozing rizz.” 

“You are. And you’re also old. What part of this are you not getting?”

”How am I both old and sexy?”

You examined him through your fingers like you were looking through a camera lens. “That silver hair. That sly grin. It’s giving DILF.”

Sylus stared at you as though he were watching your brain cells slowly evaporate into thin air. “Sweetie, we’re going to have to start taking the internet away from you if you keep making zero sense. I can’t understand a word you’re saying. What’s a DILF and why am I it?”

Then, before you could continue with your educational lecture, he heard it. Giggles behind a door. Hushed whispers. His eyes narrowed as they landed on two shadows hovering just outside his door. Luke and Kieran. He should’ve known.

He snapped his fingers and the door burst wide open.

“So you’re the culprits who put her up to this.” 

Rafayel

“Ohh. I get it. So no cap is, like, no lie. Basically.” 

You nodded proudly at your boyfriend. “You’ve got it, my star pupil. Now you’re a pro at slang, no cap.”

Rafayel’s eyes lit up like you’d just given him a golden first prize trophy. ”Well you’re a pro teacher, cutie. No cap.” He winked.

You had smiled at him at the time. 

Little did you know, that was the start of the world’s longest summer, also known as “The Summer I Regretted Teaching Rafayel The Ways Of The Slang.”

It started off innocent. You thought he was so adorable at first. 

He’d peer up at you with his big, bright eyes, lips puckered into a small pout. Then he’d say something like, ”Babes, I’m sooooo hungry. No cap.”

You’d simply laugh and kiss the tip of his nose, promising him to order extra fries when it was your turn in the drive-thru, and then you’d go on with your day. 

Then, it started to happen every time you got ready to leave for work. 

He’d cross his arms and sulk, saying, ”I think I might die if you abandon me again. No cap.”

You’d roll your eyes and plant a kiss on his forehead, swearing you’d be home before dark, and maybe you’d even watch that movie with him that he’d been dying to see. You’d snuggle up on the couch beside him, pull a warm blanket over the two of you, and snack on some buttery popcorn together. All would be well. 

And then it grew into a serious problem. He became addicted. 

”That bird was giving me the stink eye! No cap!”

“I think this is my best painting yet, no cap.”

“Thomas looks like a goofball today, no cap.”

“This traffic really sucks. No cap.”

You rubbed your temples for the millionth time, ears still ringing from the last several times he’d repeated it. ”Raf. Baby. Honey. You don’t have to say no cap after everything.”

His brows furrowed. “But I just want you to know I’m not capping!”

You face-palmed. “I know you’re not capping, babe. But it doesn’t mean you have to say it over and over again.”

“But how else are you supposed to know if I’m capping or not if I don’t say it?”

You sighed. “I just will, okay?”

He frowned. “No, you won’t. Watch. Sea turtles climb trees. Am I capping or am I not?”

You raised an unamused eyebrow at him as if to say “Seriously?” but he waved at you to respond so you humored him. “No. They don’t. You’re capping.”

“But I’m NOT though. I once knew this sea turtle, Gary, and he was brilliant at climbing trees!”

“Baby, that’s one sea turtle. That’s not sea turtles in general.”

“Okay, well, what about sharks? What if I told you they eat grass for free?”

“I’d say you’re capping because sharks don’t eat grass.”

“Don’t tell that to my friend Kyle who’s a vegetarian.”

You groaned, head coming to rest in your hands. “Baby, that’s not the point.”

“The point is, you can’t tell whether or not I’m capping, so I have to tell you.”

You stared at him with a pinched smile. You were sure your veins were about to burst at this point, but it seemed there was no convincing him any further. “Sure. Fine. Go for it. Do what you want. Because we both know just how much I loooooove when you say no cap repeatedly.” 

“Really??”

“No, babe. I’m capping.”

Xavier

Xavier stared at you blankly in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. 

“I…slay?” He asked, confused.

You nodded emphatically as you watched him pull together the finishing touches of his suit. You’d done nothing but drool while he’d been getting dressed. Tonight, the two of you were attending an awards ceremony to celebrate Xavier’s recent accomplishments, and tonight, you could not stop staring at the sight of him. He was so attractive in his new suit that you considered keeping him at home so nobody else could see him like this. But you knew he deserved a little recognition for his efforts so you decided to suck it up and shower him with the compliments for now (until you could both ditch the party later and enjoy some private time together.)  “Yeah, Xav,” You sucked in a breath as you admired him, “You’re really slaying today.”

He pondered to himself what he’d done today to make him “slay” today out of all days. He had taken on a larger horde of wanderers than usual and he was going to an award ceremony for similar feats such as that. So he supposed you were correct in your assessment then. He was, in fact, a slayer. Of Wanderers.

“Thank you.” He said simply.

And then he was ready, and the two of you were off.

You arrived at the party hand in hand, but it was hard not to wander off. This party was, after all, filled with all of your closest friends and coworkers. 

Tara approached the two of you first. “Hey girl!”

Your eyes widened as you took sight of her dress. “Oh my gosh! You are literally slaying so hard right now!” You wrapped your arms around her in a warm hug.

Meanwhile, Xavier, who had been watching your entire interaction, was now steeped in confusion. Tara…also slayed? As he recalled, today she’d done nothing but provide verbal support from the command center. She hadn’t had a bit of action today. But now you were saying that she too…slayed?

“Have you tried the appetizers they’ve laid out for us tonight?” Tara chattered on. “The chef really slayed. I could not stop stuffing myself full!”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “I’ll have to try then!”

Now Xavier was completely lost. The…chef was slaying? Did the chef they’d hired for tonight’s event happen to specialize in both cuisine and combat? And how many Wanderers did one have to take down in order to slay? Were Wanderers even the qualifying factor?

He decided to test the waters to figure out what exactly this “slay” meant. “If we’re talking about people who slay, I think Captain Jenna currently holds the title for most slays.” 

You and Tara both blinked at Xavier. Captain Jenna was wearing the same outfit she was always wearing: her military uniform. But maybe Xavier was trying to be nice?

You shrugged, going along with it. “Yeah, you’re right, I guess Captain Jenna doesn’t really need to do anything special; she always eats and leaves no crumbs.”

Xavier’s eyes darted over to where the Captain had been standing, talking to other officers. She didn’t appear to be eating or drinking. But was that why there were no crumbs? Because she’d eaten and not left any evidence behind to show that she’d eaten? 

“Xav…why are you staring at the Captain now?” You questioned.

“I was trying to ascertain if there were any crumbs, but it appears you were correct. If she ate, she did not leave any crumbs.”

Oh. OH. 

You suddenly started to giggle.

He didn’t have a damn clue what you were talking about, did he?

Zayne

”Why would I call it -what did you say- bussin?”

You almost immediately burst into laughter when you heard the all-too-serious Doctor Zayne finally use the word bussin, but you had to keep it together or your plan would fall apart. “Because. You said you’re having a hard time getting the pediatric patient to eat his meals, right? Well, you need to relate to him. And kids these days call something bussin if it’s amazing. Why would he eat the food if it’s not amazing? Sooo you gotta tell him how bussin it is in order to properly convince him.”

Zayne stared at you, his gaze calculating. He could tell you were up to no good, but he didn’t understand how this situation was beneficial to you in any way. But you were right; as of late, he’d been having difficulty trying to convince his patient to eat. If your words were in any way true and would serve as a more persuasive method of encouraging the boy, then he would do it. 

He collected the tray of food from the hospital cafeteria himself, ensuring the food was the most enticing it could be, and headed over to Toby’s room. He wanted to question why you’d suddenly encouraged Greyson as well as several other interns to wait in the boy’s room with him, claiming it was for moral support even though he highly doubted it was, but he knew his main concern should be focusing on his patient’s well being. 

“Toby. Are you sure you’re not willing to eat today’s food either? I promise the food is very…”

You held your breath.

“-Delicious.” Zayne finished.

You almost pouted but you had to keep a straight face. What was it going to take to get him to say it?

Toby shook his head no, pushing the platter of meatloaf away. 

Zayne sighed. “What about this jello then? It’s less like food and more like dessert. I’d imagine it’s rather-” He cleared his throat uncomfortably, “...bussin.” 

Suddenly it became all too clear why you’d invited an audience into the room.

He searched for the source of the snickers but no one would dare make eye contact with him. They’d all turned away from him, doubled over on the ground. Even you didn’t meet his gaze. You’d gone red in the face, tears dripping down your cheeks, as you clutched your aching sides for support. 

He would’ve confronted the whole lot of you, spouting off lectures about unprofessionalism and the sort, if Toby hadn’t miraculously chosen that moment to start eating. Zayne was not about to lose this opportunity.

“Very good, Toby. If you think that’s bussin, try this. I’m sure you’ll find this is even more bussin.” He pushed another plate of food towards the boy.

At this point, you’d started to usher the other doctors and nurses into the hallway because the gasping and giggling had become too loud. 

Zayne rolled his eyes.

He didn’t know what he’d done to elicit such ridiculous reactions, but he’d devise a fitting punishment in due time. For now, Toby was his priority. 

Caleb

Caleb was going away to college. And he hated it. Couldn’t his mother have kept him in her womb for another year or two longer so that he could start college at the same time as you? You could’ve dormed together. Gone to parties together. Studied together. But nooo. Now, he was going off on his own without you and he didn’t know if you’d be waiting for him to return. 

You were already starting to change. 

You’d change your hair color, change your hairstyle, change your makeup, change your nickname, change the style of clothes you liked. All within the span of a few weeks, and it was giving him whiplash.

You’d even started talking differently as of late.

So what did he do? He researched. He was not about to let a language barrier be the death of your relationship.

You, on the other hand, had no idea why Caleb was suddenly talking different whenever he came home during breaks. 

“Drooling over that superstar again, pipsqueak? Quit being delulu. The guy doesn’t even know you exist. But I do. How about we go to his concert together, huh? I’ll even buy the tickets.”

Huh? How did he even know what delulu was? You shrugged. Oh well, you were getting free tickets out of it. 

“Okay, but can you buy them soon? I want VIP tickets and we’re not going to get them before they sell out if we wait.”

He grinned. “Bet.” Suddenly his fingers were furiously swiping at his phone screen and before you knew it, he’d successfully acquired two VIP tickets with front row seats.

Your jaw dropped. “No. Friggin. Way. You actually did it!” You threw your arms around him before the both of you even processed what you were doing.

He chuckled. “Course I did, silly. I’m lowkey a pro at this kinda stuff.”

“You mean high key! I’ve never seen someone snag tickets so fast. You’re my hero, Caleb!” 

“And don’t you forget it.” He winked. “Now, we gotta plan what we’re gonna wear cuz I want us to be all dripped up when we go out, kay?”

Your eyes lit up. “Ooh, can we match outfits?”

His heart skipped a beat. Matching…outfits? “I dunno, pips, don’t you think it’ll look kinda sus? People might think we’re a…couple or something.” He swallowed.

You frowned. “But my friends and I always wear matching outfits when we go to concerts together? You really don’t wanna?” Tears started to form at the edge of your eyes, and your lips began to quiver. “Are you embarrassed?”

Fuck no, he wasn’t. He wanted nothing more than to match outfits with you. He rushed to wipe your tears away, pulling you tighter to him. “Course I’m not embarrassed. Just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable if people get the wrong idea. But I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want, just please stop crying, yeah? Let’s go pick outfits, okay? Let’s pick the most extra outfits. We’re gonna eat and leave no crumbs. Sound like a plan?”

You sniffled. “Kay. But can you do me one more favor?”

His insides were gonna melt if you kept looking up at him with those big eyes of yours, speaking in that sweet, soft tone. “Anything. What is it?” 

“Please, dear God, stop talking like you’re hip. It’s killing me.”

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between us ໒꒱ིྀ ˚. ᵎᵎ ᢉ𐭩

caleb x fem!reader x xavier

summary: the three of you, best friends, are at your place for a bit. as the edibles you took kick in, playful conversation turns into playful banter, which turns into a common ground realization. one that sets the tone for the rest of the night.

contents: nsfw, smut! lots of kissing, threesome. xav x reader, caleb x reader, xav x caleb. thigh riding. handjob, oral m!receiving. slight dom x dom x sub! tone. caleb fucks xavier. multiple orgasms. creampie. some fluff. implied romantic tension between reader and caleb but xav also likes reader.

words: 6.2k

pic creds: getoswifeyyy on pinterest!!

— ʚɞ

It was a warm friday night in Linkon. The breeze was a perfect contrast to the mid-summer air. It was like any other friday, where you usually ended up doing everything and nothing with your two best friends, Xavier and Caleb.

This particular Friday was calmer than most. The three of you laid on your bed after a day out. You’d each popped a badly-made, oily weed gummy. “Supposed to be strong.” Caleb mentioned after he got it a few days ago.

You lay with your face to the ceiling, your head resting on Xaviers stomach while your legs draped over Calebs thighs. Unconventional, but comfortable.

The light was warm-toned and dim, the atmosphere was quiet. There was something in the air, in the silence that Xavier now broke.

“Who were your first kisses?” He asked. Silence. You smiled.

“Her,” Caleb answered, after a second, turning his head to gesture.

“Really?” Xavier said, looking down at you.

You smiled to yourself, “Yeah. Before he went off to the aerospace academy.”

The memory was sweet, but mostly an inside joke with Caleb. You were friends that way.

“He was complaining over all his friends having their first kisses so I…kissed him.”

“I didn’t complain,” Caleb replied sheepishly, relaying it back to himself, “But y’know, it wasn’t awkward. It was kind of good.” He chuckled.

“That’s because I had experience in that field already.” You smiled wider, a playful confidence to your voice, turning your head back toward Xavier.

Xavier held his hands out flat to the air, “You’re saying Caleb here, THE Caleb Xia wasn’t kissed until the end of school? He wasn’t getting babes his whole life?”

Xavier was using the word ‘babe’ ironically (now), after a conversation you three had yesterday about pet names to call women.

While you laughed, you heard Caleb let out a breath of mock-hurt, air passing through his lips, blowing the hair that rested on his forehead. You fought the full-set grin that threatened to spread up your face.

“He was not getting babes his whole life. Are you calling me a babe?”

“Sure,” Xavier shrugged from where he was. You blew your hair out of your face.

“What about you, Xavie? Your first kiss?”

Xavier looked upward, “Do we get a first kiss for guys and girls, or is it just one?”

“Mmm—it’s whoever came first out of everyone,” you replied. “Ooh my girl first kiss…that was with Simone” You gasped, recalling when it happened.

Caleb, remembering the girl, laughed too. “Hellspawn.”

“So bad. Probably because she wasn’t out yet,” you theorized. “Does it count as a first kiss if it’s another gender?”

“Hell yeah,” Caleb replied as if it was common sense. Probably should’ve been. “I think there should be one for both, but a technical first.”

Xavier nodded in agreement slowly, eyes trained on the wood-panelled wall, lips pressed together in thought.

“Xaviers realizing I was his first.” Caleb noted.

“Once.” Xavier rebutted, not truly all into discussing this matter. It wasn’t like it was bad or anything, just fresh. And in front of you…

“Are you saying it meant nothing?” Caleb pretended to be offended, hitting himself in the chest and going limp. It seemed to break Xavier out of that protective little shell when you laughed at it.

Xavier reached over and grabbed Calebs arm in return, leaning into the bit. “It was everything to me. Come home, the kids miss you.”

“Oh, Xavier…” Caleb pretended to swoon. You couldn’t breathe, you were laughing so hard. Your loss of breath worsened when the two continued the bit, both moving in for a kiss, but swerving last second. Soon all three of you were laughing pretty hard. Now that you thought about it, the edibles you three took earlier were probably kicking in. That explained the mad giggling.

Xavier tried to speak through his dying laugh, “My first kiss—was the summer before grade 10. She thought kissing was only tongue.”

“Yeah, I remember you saying that,” Caleb responded. “Reminds me of—”

“Gideon and Tara” Xavier finished with a knowing clap. The boys had a longtime joke about the couple most known at their gaming club for the most revolting PDA, you’d frankly heard more than enough. The mutual giggle filled the room again. Your body was starting to feel a bit airy.

You tried to breathe through it, “Oh that’s not fun,” your nose crinkled as you moved to lay between the men, your hand resting on Xaviers chest for a moment before you sat up, just a little bit suddenly. Both boys sat up just because you did.

“What about virginities?” You grinned.

“Oh fuck,” Caleb deadpanned. “Yikes Pips. You go first this time.” His smile couldn’t stay at bay, his dimples creeping up on him.

You chuckled, thinking about it. “God, it was terrible, I broke up with him a few weeks after, before he tried it again. It was…one of my biggest regrets honestly.”

“That guy was a douche anyways.” Xavier snorted. “Not like I have a say, though. I lost mine to Amber.”

“No fucking way, which one?” Caleb actually sat up. “I lost mine to Amber B.”

“I don’t know, blonde, kind of nice,” your eyes flickered between Caleb and Xavier.

“Had this birthmark on her-“

“Hip? Yeah, that’s her.”

Silence for a second. “You lost your virginities to the same girl and didn’t talk about it?” You asked, stifling a laugh. “Holy fuck.” There was a burning in the pit of your stomach. Odd. New. Familiar?

“When?” Caleb asked.

“Around the same time our girl did.” Xavier said nodding his head to you. “We weren’t dating or anything either.” He added.

“Wow,” Caleb laughed, putting his hands against his face. “That would be the same time Amber did me.” The same burning, stronger. Xavier sat up, so you took the cue to sit up as well. You sat cross-legged, taking in this information.

“We fucked the same girl. How did we not talk about it?”

“I shut it out, honestly. I told you about the second girl, though.”

You tried to stop yourself from laughing. “I’ve never known you two to have the same taste.” You felt Calebs hand loosely fall on your thigh. Casual. Like it was said before, there was something in the air that night. Calebs hand should not have made you feel the way you were beginning to feel.

“That’s so crazy. I mean, the club is small but not that small. She was visiting for a tournament?”

“Co-op games,” Caleb said. “Same girl same time period. Do you think it could have been the same day?”

“Definitely not, definitely not,” Xavier replied. “Would be funny if we fucked the same girl on the same day though.”

You looked at Calebs hand for a second, then at Xavier to see that he was looking at the same thing. Calebs hand on your thigh. Calebs fingertips pressed lightly into the pillow of your skin—just a little, and you watched Xaviers lips part. It was almost in reaction…your body rose higher.

It fell silent. All you could hear were the sounds of the city outside. And in another beat, the air was hotter than it had been before.

You made eye contact with Caleb for a moment. Being friends for so long, there were boundaries, ones you knew. But tonight was different in an unspoken way. And he looked at your lips, eyelashes perfect as his eyes settled on your mouth. He looked soft, sweet. You were all sitting so close, it was made easy. Or it was made hard to ignore.

Xavier had his eyes on Caleb, but he slowly moved his head first, then his gaze onto you, before smirking a little bit knowingly. He glanced back at Caleb, who was still very focused on you. The closeness. It dawned on them too. The slow hush of the edible was kicking in.

You moved a little closer, unnoticeable to Xaviers eyes looking at Caleb, “Hey Xavie,” you said, voice quiet. And the moment—the second—he turned his head toward you, you grabbed the back of his head and you kissed him.

His lips were plump. It took him only a moment to realize what was happening and kiss you back. Oh, he was good. Your hands travelled his neck, coming down to hold his jaw. His hands found your chest, your waist, strong, pulling you close to him.

Your other hand snuck down his chest, finding Calebs hand with ease, his fingertips digging deeper as he watched. Your fingers interlocked, then unlocked, your gentle pull luring him closer as your lips continued to lock with Xaviers. It slowed naturally, your lower lip released from his teeth as you pulled away. It was only seconds before your lips met Calebs.

His lips were always soft. He was minty, and his lips seemed to melt against yours. It was the easiest thing, but you felt it in your fingertips? You’d kissed Caleb a few times since your first kiss. Spin the bottle, drunk, truth or dare, whenever you were bored—however, this kiss was different.

“Fuck,” you heard Xavier whisper from beside you. You smiled into the kiss with Caleb, mouths in sync, his hands gently cupping your face while your hands knotted in his t-shirt. Xavier was good, Caleb was better. Funny, you were just kissing all your best friends today.

And your best friends were doing the same.

Caleb pulled away this time, both boys not wasting a single second. Kissing, touching, pulling hair, clothes. You pushed your hair over your shoulders, watching them. So this is what’s happening now.

Caleb looked to you, your hand still holding a fistful of your own hair upon your head. Xavier looked a little dazed, kissing two people in the span of 80 seconds.

“What are we doing?” He asked, looking between you and Caleb, expression soft. A little doe-eyed.

“Not sure.” Caleb breathed, a smirk at play on his upper lip, tugging, twitching. You could see in his eyes he seemed to know what was about to happen. Xavier looked at you, almost embarrassed, peeking through his eyelashes.

You let your hair fall as you said your words. “Fucking the same girl. On the same day.”

You watched both Xavier and Caleb react to your words as if they were physical. Caleb slumped down a little bit, smiling a small smile, and Xavier looked like if he didn’t hear those words in time, he might’ve ceased to exist, breathing out like he was saved by the bell. Your heart was beating out of your chest, determined. On fire.

Both reactions were positive and so with force, you kissed Caleb again, harder, hard enough to push him onto his back again, letting yourself fall over him. His hands snaked around your waist and pulled your lower half against him, while your bent knees allowed for you to push against him where he wanted. He was already hard.

You pressed against him again, giggling as he groaned lightly into your mouth. It was satisfying, the sound of his approval, the feel of it underneath you. Hot, heavy, tongues allowing light dips, your head curling to tip his back.

He made a noise like a hum, breaking the kiss to breathe hard. You giggled again, trailing your hand down his chest as Xavier pulled you toward him. You happily followed his direction, kissing him again. Soft, yet starved. You rolled onto your side, kissing him as he kissed your mouth, then your jaw, then your neck…trailing…

His gentle hand cupped your left breast, then softly traced down your chest, your stomach. Xavier was a boob guy, this was a known fact because of the many unserious debates you all had. He pulled your shirt up over your head and tossed it across the room, you swore your heart accelerated tenfold. The sound of the fabric hitting the wall sent chills down your spine.

With a grin, Caleb filled the empty time by tilting Xaviers head up, kissing him over your nearly-bare upper body.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, maybe it was the weed. This was kind of fun. But then again, you’d always had sexual tension, so it wasn’t any surprise that it was fun. Anyone who knew the three of you knew it was only a matter of time before one of you fucked the other. It just happened to be now. Together.

Caleb fingers found the hem of Xaviers shirt and pulled it up, off. God, he was gorgeous, smooth, insane muscle definition. You tilted your head just slightly, watching as the boys kissed, tongues visible as they tried each other’s mouths. Xavier was so pretty like this…you knew exactly where this was going.

Caleb had Xavier by the back of his neck, holding him in a kiss that made you bite your lip. You had really hot best friends, there wasn’t any other way to put it. And lucky you, Xavier pulled away to put his focus back on your chest. He kissed your collarbone, his hand grazing over your chest with gentle fingers. You inhaled sharply, reacting, taking each movement in with your own motion. It was easy to melt into, but you were met with Calebs lips, hungry. He kept you busy while Xavier kissed down onto your breasts, nipping a little to make you hum. This was happening.

It was silent, aside from small breaths and the moving of the comforter beneath you all. You lightly pulled Calebs hair and in return, his lips also strayed from your mouth, leaving along with his body, leaving that gap. Unwanted. Unneeded. You grabbed him by his belt before he could go any further and while Xavier kissed down to your stomach, you began to undo Calebs buckle.

Belt open, you undid his zipper with a blind eye as you pulled Xavier up to your mouth by his hair. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled him over you, using both your hands to undo the loop of his jeans. Goosebumps spread your body at the sound. It was somewhere between a whine and a soft moan. He sounded so pretty, too pretty. His body pressed against yours, propped up on his arms.

You could feel his bicep flex as your hands travelled his body. The sounds he made when your leg wrapped around him played over and over in your head as Caleb pulled Xavier back to him. And you let the boys kiss again, both of them discarding their pants, leaving you the most dressed in the room. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

They kissed until Caleb pushed Xavier onto his back. You didn’t think Xavier was all that into guys, but it was Caleb, so…

You took the time to take off your shorts, now equal to everyone else in a sense. Your whole body was hot, despite you complaining about the temperature and cold breeze through the open window not even thirty minutes ago. You couldn’t help but giggle softly.

Caleb then made the next move, and firmly cupped Xaviers dick through his boxers. Casual, almost, but Xavier squeaked and fuck, that was enough to set both you and Caleb off. You slid your hand down overtop the material of your underwear, pressing lightly just to tide yourself over as the two of them went into a new, more clothing-less state of being.

Caleb already had Xaviers dick in his hand, stroking up and down while he had his other hand on his own doing almost the same. You saw the opportunity. Xavier on his back, Caleb on his side you leaned over and looked Caleb in the eyes.

“I’ve got this part.” You told him. There was fire in the way he looked at you. Pleased, almost, by the collaboration and he took his hand off of his own erection, entrusting you to the activity.

Xavier couldn’t help the noise he made watching you go down on Caleb. The second you swirled your tongue around, both sounds from Caleb and Xavier intensified. You liked that chain reaction. All these things you thought you’d never witness…not at the same time.

Truthfully you knew Caleb was obsessed with you to a degree but you both never went any father than a heated makeout session before.

Your head bobbed and he groaned loudly while Xavier moaned. A chain reaction, as every time you did something to Caleb a certain way, he’d react by gripping or jerking Xavier off tighter, harder. It was really only a matter of time before Xavier finished, Caleb following suit just a moment or two later. Both of them were breathing hard as you wiped your mouth, slyly sucking your fingers.

“Fuck,” Xavier groaned, propped up on his forearms, his head tilted downwards, his hair in his face. He was so gorgeous like this. Calebs hand rested on your thigh as they both tried to recover. This was mostly your doing, and you loved it.

Calebs hand left your thigh just a moment later. He leaned over the bed to rustle with a bag of his.

You moved closer to Xavier, “You okay, Xavie?” He was still regaining his breath.

He nodded slightly, pushing his hair out of his face to look at you with those eyes that looked a mixture of pleading and devilish wanting. He moved against the wall, just for better support. Caleb continued digging through his bag, taking his time—so you swung your leg over Xaviers waist.

Your clothed cunt hit pressed against his now-sensitive tip and he took a sharp inhale. Like instinct, his hands found their spot around your waist. He looked up at you, half-confused, half lustful.

“We’re going to fuck,” Xavier concluded, like the sentence was a foot on his chest. “The three of us.”

His hands gently pulled you down against him again. The fabric between made for friction and he tried his best to appear unaffected. You nodded.

“Mhm.”

“Can you treat me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re going to fuck me.” He said, swallowing hard, eyes looking away like it’s almost something he’s too shy to say. That shift in both you and Caleb settled into a click. He looked over.

“I want you to talk to me like that, and act—” He doesn’t let himself say much more. You can feel his pulse hammering.

“I can do that.” You nodded again, slowly moving your hips back and forth.

His fingertips dug into the flesh of your waist. You want to do that. What he says is cryptic, but his eyes made it clear as day, he wants to be talked to, wants to be given everything you would give to another prospective partner. He wants to have it all done to him. Caleb read the room like it’s a picture book.

“You don’t look so good,” you grinned, moving from grinding on his dick to sitting on his thigh.

“What do you think, Caleb?” You asked, looking over at Caleb over your shoulder.

“Far gone.” Caleb said, moving over, closer. “All you.”

“I was about to.” You grinned, turning back to Xavier. And you let it come naturally

“Pretty boy. Already gone?” You wrapped your hand around his dick, gently, but firmly.

Xavier says your name, tilting his head up to look at you where you were perched with his leg between yours. “Please.”

“Mmmm, no.” You replied, slowly moving your hand up and down his length. You felt your hair move over, away from your neck, Calebs gentle, bare fingers making way, lips meeting your neck and shoulder. Gentle kisses, but the teeth following were what made it so electrifying. It sent shivers down your body.

Your hand moved up and down, faster as you pushed against his thigh with your clothed core. Calebs hands travelled down your shoulder, onto your back to the clasp of your bra.

Xavier groaned, “Please.” He said again. And you let him go, but that’s not what he wanted. Calebs hands that replaced your bra were too much. Squeezing as you ground down on Xaviers thigh. You moaned quietly as Xavier whined at loss of contact.

Caleb leaned over your shoulder again, “He’s getting kind of desperate.”

“So desperate,” you echoed.

The edible was making your head spin. You craved the friction as it slowed. Xavier looked at you with eyes that wanted you. And it only made sense after this long that you moved over him again.

“You want me, Xavie?”

“So badly,” he replied, gazing up at you like you were a star.

“How long have you wanted me?” You asked, removing your underwear.

“A while now.” He replied, a little too quickly. You watched him, eyes unsure of what to look at, overwhelmed.

“Fuck, just please-” And before he could finish speaking, you sank down onto him. He let out a moan that sent chills down your skin.

“Wow,” said Caleb. You smiled, slowly raising yourself up and down on Xaviers dick. Rising, sinking. Oh my god, he felt good. Thick, but not too much, filling you perfectly. Xavier grabbed the back of your thighs, holding on for what seemed to be dear life. You hummed a moan.

“Waiting for this one, hm? Get in line.” Caleb spoke.

“Fuck you,” Xavier said through his teeth, peering over at Caleb who was now stroking himself as he watched. You picked up pace and Xavier shut his eyes tight.

You shook your head, “What did you say? Sorry I can’t hear you through all the… moaning you’re doing.” You stifled your own sounds just to taunt him, giggling .

“Fuck you too,” Xavier said, trying to hide his slight smile.

“Other way around,” you said, bouncing harder, faster. Xavier was pink in the nose and cheeks, flushed and blushing, his hair falling in his face. That smile fell, lips parting.

“Jeez—fuck,” you heard Caleb beside you. Good to know the content wasn’t boring.

“Poor Xav,” You said, breathing out through pursed lips to keep control of yourself. “Seems like we’re ganging up against you, hm?” You kissed his partially open mouth. He whined. “So sorry.” You added.

Caleb groaned loudly. You had to finish Xavier off before Caleb finished himself off. You sped up, bouncing faster. Pushing yourself against Xavier as he managed to kiss your bare chest. It faltered your bouncing as you bit your lip to stay quieter. You needed to keep going, you pushed yourself entirely onto Xavier as you bounced, taking him in full every time. He was just slightly oversized for you, making it easy to feel good on him.

He pushed through you every time, fingers grasping at you, breathing hard, moaning and whining and squeezing what he could. His eyes shut tight some moments, gazing over your face. His eyes flickered over your entire body the next, eyes trailing over where you were connecting, watching your hip muscles grind as you went. His hand found the place between your stomach and thigh, slipping between, feeling it open and close as you moved against him. On him.

And you felt him spill into you. No warning, no anything. But that’s what happened when you fucked someone so senseless.

“God-you-“ he huffed- “That was-” You pushed yourself up and down him a few more times before getting off of him entirely. And he grabbed at your waist, but you pressed your finger to his lips.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Yes. You’re so-” he breathed, unable to find the words, to catch his breath. His dick was pink, hard, wet, and slowly getting less hard as he came down. “Perfect. That was perfect.”

You planted a kiss on his open mouth, then once more when he was ready. And he gestured toward Caleb, “Think he needs you.” He grinned. You turned, smiling playfully.

“Need some help?” You asked breathlessly, to a breathless Caleb.

“Please,” he said, smug, gesturing to his dick like a seat. Asshole. He kissed you first, before guiding your body down onto him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He groaned. You grinned, pulling his bottom lip with your teeth.

He was slightly bigger than Xavier in girth, taking you longer to adjust to than before. You couldn’t take all of it at first, keeping slow, drawn out. Xaviers hand gently traced your upper thigh, where the muscle was tensing in order to raise yourself up and down on Caleb. You were aware of his eyes, settled kindly on you both.

Calebs hand cupped your breast, squeezing gently as you pushed yourself up and down on him. It helped you sink down on him further. You moaned into his mouth and he seemed to like that, repeating that motion every other time you went up and down on him. A few seconds passed before without warning, Caleb pushed himself upward and you back, so that you landed flat on your back on the bed and he was over you.

“You’re sure it’s okay that we don’t have protection?” Caleb asked. He was the most sensible one here, you and Xavier were already somewhat lost to the craze and heat.

“I’m sure. Xavier already finished in me,” you replied, humming as Caleb slowly pushed back into you. “You can too if you want, I don’t mind.” You joked. He smiled.

You looked over at Xavier, still against the wall. He was deflated now, but he looked well-over fucked out. Too bad it wasn’t over.

“You okay, Xav?” Caleb asked, slowly moving in and out of you at the same time.

“Mmm yeah, m’fine,” he replied. “I’m gonna get water, I’m high and my throat is-”

“You’re not staying?” Caleb replied, casual as ever. “Sure you don’t mind us in here?”

“No, no, go ahead. Fuck. I don’t wanna get hard again yet,” Xavier chuckled quietly as he left your room for a brief bit. He was genuine. He meant it.

“Might need you back,” Caleb said.

“I’ll come back,” Xavier replied, smiling, spinning, and walking out the door. He was totally gone. You laughed a little, but it turned into a moan as Caleb suddenly started thrusting into you, hard. Your hands found themselves around him, your eyes shut tight. The impact of skin on skin was suddenly very loud.

His nose pressed to yours, "You're the only one who hasn't finished tonight," he said, gruff, low.

You couldn't find the words to agree, you just tried to nod as the pleasure built somewhere inside of you, picking up almost from where Xavier had left you. An advance.

“I’ve been waiting for this…for so long, Pips.” Caleb continued, breathing shallowly. “Took us long enough.”

“Mm—my thoughts exactly,” you said, breathing out hard, then smiling. “You’re so patient.”

“We both are.” He replied, moving a little faster, “I think about you too much when we’re apart.”

You feel your heart skip a beat, partially because of the sweet revelation but also because he’s fucking you so good. “I—Caleb!” You couldn’t finish your own sentence. Caleb was good. “It’s always been us.” You kept joking. The sweet banter as he fucked you was well-needed and gave you a fuzzy feeling inside. Your pleasure climbed, you were almost there and Caleb started slowing. Xavier came back.

“No, Caleb, don’t stop—“ you said. But he just kept getting slower. You tried to move your hips but the high was gone, unchaseable. You felt it pulse strong, then less, then less.

“Fuck, you guys…” you groaned. “Come on.”

“Main event,” Caleb said. Xavier looked at you for a moment, eyes still lustful and hungry.

“Xav, come help me out.” Caleb ordered.

He pulled Xavier in by his arm, kissing him roughly, hungrily. You stared at the ceiling, your hand migrating to help yourself but Caleb caught it before you could do anything.

“Hey-” he said, clicking his tongue. He looked back to Xavier.

“You wanna come back into this? I don’t think we’re done with you,” he said. And your dominant side slowly returned. Suddenly you didn’t care about your orgasm anymore. Who knew playing with your best friends was so fulfilling?

Xavier shut his eyes and you watched his dick rise back to action, pressing at his boxers.

“Really, I don’t know if I can-“

“Please?” You asked him, getting a little closer. “But tell us no and we’ll stop right here.”

“I-I want to, I want-but I don’t know if I can handle it,” he swallowed hard.

You got up onto your knees, understanding Calebs plan slowly through the look he gave you. You got closer to Xavier and his eyelids lowered as you held his face. You kissed him gently, slowly, softly, and leaned him forward until he was over you. He’d already finished twice, you were asking for a third.

Pulling away you murmured, “Make me feel good. I haven’t finished once tonight I want you to be the one to make me.”

He looked high and drunk. “I will—fuck..yes…”

Xavier guided himself to your entrance and slowly pushed in. “You fill me so nicely, Xavie.” He tantalizingly thrusted in and out. You moaned softly, fist tight around the hair at the back of his head. You knew things were about to get a lot crazier, like it hung in the air.

Caleb knew what he was doing.

“Xav,” he said, positioning himself behind Xavier as he fucked into you softly. Xavier ‘mmm’ed a response and you could feel Calebs smirk as if it was a tangible presence.

“Can I fuck you?”

Xavier stopped for a second. “Me?” He almost sounded embarrassed, as if he hadn’t been jerked off twice by both you and Caleb and fucked by you in front of Caleb in the past hour.

“It’ll take a second to get used to, but it’s nothing new to the world, I promise. I just put a condom on, extra lube.”

“New to me,” Xavier grumbled, slightly humiliated. You felt his dick pulse and twitch while he thought it over.

You whispered, “You don’t have to. It’s a lot. Whatever makes you feel comfy.”

He looked over your face. You kissed his jaw once, gently. Xavier inhaled sharply, admitting. “Yes. Yeah. Okay.” He took another deep breath, slower this time. “We can try.”

Caleb clicked his tongue. “Alright then.”

Bodies mingle above you, Calebs hands finding a place on Xaviers sides. You knew exactly when Caleb was in by the way Xaviers muscles tightened. Xavier let out a very pained and pleasured moan, head falling against your chest.

And it wasn’t Xavier that thrusted into you, it was Caleb thrusting into Xavier that started turning you to mush. Xavier was shaking, pink as ever and some movement was his own, but the rest was Caleb. Xavier was weak. You moaned loudly, gripping his hair with one hand and the bedsheets with the other. It mingled with his, choked out and broken noises.

“Fuck—It’s okay, Xavie?” you sighed, chest heaving.

“I—“ he broke, eyes shut, eyelashes fluttering. “Yes. Yes.” Drool dripped from Xaviers mouth onto your chest as he moaned and rocked into you. Not once in his life had he ever felt so good, so whole.

“God,” he groaned loudly. “Fffffuck me-” and he moaned openly, louder than before.

Caleb picked up the pace, panting at the top of the pile you three were practically in. Xavier kept himself up with one hand and he let the other slink down to rub circles on your clit. You almost screamed. In his state, fucked out and being fucked and actively ruined, he made an effort to make you feel better.

“Oh god,” you sighed. “God…” Your first orgasm, built up three times over was just around the corner.

“Ahh!” You pulled Xaviers hair hard, you were so close. Caleb fucked Xavier harder than ever, adding movement, friction, and both you and him came undone at the same time. He shot into you, more powerfully this time. Hot, heavy. And you cried out, letting the wave wash over you, take over all your senses.

But Caleb didn’t stop. He didn’t finish yet. He kept fucking Xavier, so Xavier kept fucking you and it was too much for him. His eyelids drooped, his eyes rolled back, and he moaned so loud you knew the neighbors heard. Drool pooled on your tits. Xavier was entirely gone, you watched as tears fell from his eyes. He was being fucked twice at the same time, his orgasm coming from two different places.

“Harder,” he groaned. Unexpected.

You weren’t sure if it was the edible, but you could feel every little thing as pleasure, even his words. Caleb obliged, thrusting harder, stronger.

“This is…I…fuck!” He groaned. You felt another orgasm kick into existence, building on itself. It would break you.

Xavier used the power he had to keep you going too. He moaned, you moaned, and you felt Calebs thrusts get sloppy. Like clockwork, you finished, then Xavier, and then Caleb. You felt Xavier gush again into you again, felt it as it pooled around the spot on the bed where you were.

Caleb hummed, slowly thrusting out the waves. Your whole body felt tingly. Full, even. You smiled, out of breath.

Caleb pulled out of Xavier causing him to collapse onto you, still inside. Caleb rolled onto the bed beside you.

“That was fun.” He breathed.

“Mhm,” you agreed, dazed.

“How are you feeling, Xav?” The poor boy was done for. He lifted his thumb and this thumb only. Caleb grabbed a tissue and wiped off your chest, making sure to touch everywhere he could, on purpose. You looked at him shyly. He shrugged with a wink.

“How was it for you?” Caleb asked you quietly, a chuckle on his breath. “How are you feeling?

“Good, so good.” You grinned. “And I’m feeling full. Really full.” You touched the side of your stomach, as Xavier covered most of your body. Xavier pulled out, moving next to you. You felt the gush of the excess pour onto the bed. You winced.

“Can we head into town for a plan b tomorrow?” You joked, but it was probably needed.

“We’ll grab lunch too,” Caleb laughed, starting to pull the sheets off the bed. Your hand rubbed gently up and down Xaviers upper arm, soothingly.

“Yeah.” Sighing, you were content. You looked over at Xavier, lying silently on his back. You rubbed up and down his arm.

“I need help with him,” you followed. Then you nudged Xavier. “Hey, Xavieeee, I need to get up.”

Xavier only made an ‘mmm’ sound. Caleb nudged him too. “I’m okay, I’m just—wow.” He sighed, eyes not even opening. “I never…“

“You did so well,” you smiled, kissing him on the forehead. “So good.”

“Took it so well,” Caleb agreed, ruffling Xaviers hair. “Didn’t think you had it in you, bro.”

He huffed, “I did.” And it took Caleb a second to piece together the joke. “Have it in me. Shut up.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Wow.” Rolling away you excused yourself. “Be right back.”

You fucked your best friends. That was your one thought as you went to the bathroom and rinsed yourself off and cleaned yourself out. You, high, let the absurdity of the situation sink in. You fucked your best friends, both of therm. They fucked each other. You chuckled quietly, who knew that would happen?

When you were done and dressed, Caleb had already fixed himself and Xavier up. The bed had been remade with clean sheets. Xavier sat against the wall in just his boxers again and Caleb stayed shirtless, but put the sweatpants he’d always leave at your place on—he was messing with your guitar in the corner.

“So do we speak of this again?” Xavier asked, looking at you.

“Only when we need to,” Caleb replied. “Keep this just between friends.”

You and Xavier chuckled. He looked at you a little differently now. Maybe it was because you couldn’t wash him off of you entirely.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good. Very…good. I was just fucked dumb.” He answered, a little blunt, grinning. “By two different people-and one of them was a guy.” And Caleb laughed at that. “—was good but I’m not doing that again…”

“Pleasure,” Caleb nodded. You walked over to Caleb, and let your head fall on his shoulder comfortably. His hand moved just gently, coming to rest on your thigh. Not grab or anything, just rest. Your heart picked up a little. Hm.

“It was good though.” Xavier admitted. “Surprisingly. Unsurprisingly.”

“You’re welcome.” You replied, cheekily. “Let’s not do that again though.”

“Agreed.” Caleb and Xavier responded in unison. Different reasons. Xavier chuckled heartily.

“You guys are hot though. Just for the record.” Xavier added, pointing between you and Caleb. “Especially together.”

You giggled, turning your head to look at Caleb, who was already looking down at you, a sheepish smile on his face. Xavier laughed. Caleb looked away out the window eyeing the night sky. His fingertips lightly pressed, one after the other, into the flesh of your thigh. He squeezed just once, in affirmation.

— ʚɞ

first lads fic. idk why i waited so long to start writing for this game. 😭

xx <3

[h109zone]

random stuff—headcanon

synopsis. just miscellaneous stuff that remind me of the li's

pairing. no pairing

words. 210

warning. some suggestive descriptors

a/n. lmfao its been a minute, but i promised i'll put up something. i'll come up with more plot-charged fics but i'll start with something simple and then i'll develop further. just be patient <33

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Xavier

Houseplants, freshly washed blankets, campfires beneath the stars, far from light pollution, exhibitionism, baby powder scents, scented candles, museums of nature and fossils, old bookstores that sell classics, dinosaur books, board games and card games, midday naps, the word epoch.

Rafayel

Seafoam crashing against the rocks, exquisite fresh sushi at a high-end restaurant, a scattered splat of paint, lace lingerie, natural pigments, Spanish/Mediterranean homes, gold accents, hipster lifestyle, legends and myth, used and loved paintbrushes, Italian dramas and movies, the word flamboyance.

Zayne

clean and organized rooms, hand sanitizer, hot chocolate, mints, displays of tarts and chocolate ganache, a warm cottage house in the middle of an icy mountain, submission, white LED light, anatomy sketches and paraphernalia, German cars, dark circles, Arabic and Eastern medicine, the word stoic.

Sylus

cherries on top of hot fudge, dark roses, red leather seats in luxury cars, crows standing by white doves, gothic homes that scream historical, cuffs and blindfold, old record shops that are owned by an elderly couple, ambient music, late-night drives, vampire makeup looks, the word opulence.

Caleb

cloudy skies, freshly made breakfast with heart-shaped pancakes, playground with screeches of children, knee scrapes with intricate design band-aid, voyeurism, graffiti and chalk work, the smell of gasoline, RnB music, the bright colors that appear during dawn, lego collections, the word nostalgia.

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[h109zone]

tw// mental health/suicide talk

hey… 😙

*dramatic music*

how y’all doing ? 😛

*gets booed for disappearing*

OKAY OKAY im sorry for disappearing, life happened and i wasn’t doing well mentally and physically. i won’t go to greater details but just know that my mental health has hit an all time low.

i initially wanted to post something for caleb’s birthday, but my writer’s block subsided only for my suicide note and i just lost inspo for my caleb’s piece, which sucked because i was looking forward and had so many ideas 😞💔

i’m back tho, hopefully i’ll back to writing, i may start doing short pieces/bullet points headcanons before i do full of writing projects as i intended to, only for now until i get my groove back.

dw i didn’t dip or ghost like i did on my old account lmfao, i just needed a lil bit of a break, and hopefully i’ll be back on track :)

in the meantime, i have an x account and its the same @ as this one H109ZONE so if you can’t find me here, then you can find me there 😗🤙

aight, that’s all cya

[h109zone]

before i go to bed, i just want to happily announce that requests are open ＼( 'ω')／

however, before you request, there are ground rules we need to establish before you hit the submit button. here are my requirements;

who do i write for?

the 5 main love interests, i do fem!reader and gen!reader. masc!reader could be a future consideration, but for now, i won’t be able to create content with male readers.

writing do’s:

nsfw/smut*

headcanons*

ooc/alternate universe**

fluff

angst

cnc/dub con

certain degrees of taboo/perversion

*i try to aim and will more than likely work on these types of content.

**i’ll do most au’s but some i won’t do due to either the nature of the au itself or that i’m not well versed in it.

writing don’t’s:

incest/pseudo, that includes step siblings/parents (i’m talking to you certain caleb fans e_e)

i will write violence and some forms of manipulations but i will not be writing any form abuse from the boys

necrophilia or anything involving death being put in an inappropriate manner

zoophilia

any sexual act that involves a minor/general pedophilia

high school au (any high school request will be replaced with university)

i will indulge in writing cnc/dub but i will NOT be writing genuine rape/sexual assault

scat or piss play

reader specific (race, body type, etc.)

writing maybe’s:

family/pregnancy aus

smut involving menstruation

orgies/poly*

*i’m not 100% confident in writing this genre, however i will be trying my best

conditions when it comes to requesting:

don’t expect a quick response/publishing, i do try my best to put out content as quick, yet life happens and hinders my energy to writer. plus i don’t want to produce lackluster content, i’d rather take my time making good pieces.

its okay to request more than once ! you’re not demanding and you’re free to request as much as you want, there are no limits :)

feel free to ask and talk to me! i promise i won’t bite (unless you want me to ;) )

feedback is highly appreciated !!!! it helps me feel motivated and make more.

and more importantly, have fun !

i’ll probably edit later but this is all i got, i hope to see you in my inbox and give me your ideas (´･ω･`)

[h109zone]

reminder it’s still open :)))

[h109zone]

My too much! too much!"—nsfw request is so good! I love it especially Xavier had you tied up 😳, where her imagination went when you found out O///O💭, he teased you a it when you asked with a smirk 😏, he wasn't happy about his neighbour's behaviour around you so this happened 😠, it's his third round already (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; you begged for mercy at his fast pace but he kissed your temples while speeding up 💋, his words are contradictory to his voice 😇😈, he pulled back & admire the mess you are 👀, he said to let him have what their neighbour can't have ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, she thought it's both a bad & good idea to let Rayafel know you never orgasmed before 😅, she was talking about your exes with him when he painted 🎨, he's shellshocked at your confession (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠), you were tending to him because you're worried 👍, the studio was filled with the sounds of drawing & music ✍️🎶, how it sounded like a AV instead 😳, he's playing with your clit because it's so his lover would have a mark to remember in Lemuria 😲, he spelled his name on it 📛, he didn't pull away to breathe even when you came 🫁, you thought he's too absorbed so you tried to stop him 🛑, he refused & explained he needs to show what your exes failed to do before continuing 😤, you're glad you told him 🤭, Zayne completely enjoyed torturing you 😁, he chose not to do anything so you went to drastic measures 😤, he stopped you right before you could orgasm because a patient is coming 🛑, he kept doing it for a few weeks 🔁, something happened which she was consoling him to taking it out on her ⊙⁠.⁠☉, you didn't mind that he actually skipped foreplay 👍, just how rough he is shows how pent up he is 😯, he even moaned O///O, she wanted to give Sylus a surprise as he had always been sweet to her 🎁, he had ripped your lingerie off (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!, he kept thrusting with you on his lap 🤭, you kept riding him until you came so you were about to stop 🛑, he continued which your words were in sync with his thrusts 🗣️, he said he won't stop yet & needs you with him 🥺, she nodded which he kissed you while pushing you down in the bed 💋🛏️, just how much of a mess she is because of Caleb ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, he spanked you too ✋, you spoke of your insecurities which he felt like he didn't do enough 🥺, he did fucked you but it wasn't working so he decided to use a mirror🪞, he knew what she was about to do & stopped you 🛑, he's rough with you until you said you're gorgeous 😏, how sweet his kiss is but his fingers are not 😚🤌, and he's making you repeat how gorgeous you are 🗣️💕 How did you write all of them to be so hot 🥵 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course!

glad you liked it ! we live a thorough and detailed feedback YES MAAM/SIR !

and ofc you can request anytime 🙏

[h109zone]

i’m a day late but happy pride month and happy juneleb 👹

[h109zone]

Can I request nsfw headcanons for Lads men overstimulating his female s/o please?

i posted right here !!!

hope you enjoyed it 🙏

[h109zone]

"too much! too much!"—nsfw

synopsis. a series of ways the li’s would enjoy overstimulation with you.

pairing. multi (separate) x reader

words. 2.3k

warning. nsfw, overstimulation duh, established relationship, porn with no plot, restraints, references of squirting, jealous!xavier, fingering, cunnilingus, some bs fact i made up about Lemuria, chastity/orgasm denial, masturbation, piv, mentions of public space, angry sex, lingerie, sensual love making, fucking through the mirror, mentions of insecurities (nonspecific), slight choking.

requested by. anon

a/n. xav's was based on the new event 😝 love me a man who can tie knots with ease (might make a seperate fic for him hehe), also this is lowkey a mess, i sincerely apologize, its four am rn. its not as poetic and plot-heavy as "mess with my woman, mess with me," but nevertheless, hope it's readable and enjoyable :).

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Xavier

The ropes were tightening with each passing moment, and Xavier never got close to it since he had bound you with them. You discovered his talent for tying knots by accident while participating in an event. After he decided to demonstrate how to tie knots on his wrist using the yarn in your possession, he ended up restraining himself on purpose. Your eyes widened, unsure if this was purposeful, as your brain instantly headed in a different direction.

“You know how to tie a knot?” you asked him inquisitively, as your eyes switched from his face down to the wrist-bound hand.

His doe-eyes feigned innocence contradicted his smirk that could mean anything, but you could see right through him. 

“Maybe,” he responded, a mirthful tease was laced in his simple answer, leaving you clenching your fist as the words caused another knot in your stomach. 

Fast forward, and a shirtless Xavier was using his talents on you; your wrists and along with your spread legs were bound onto the corner ends of your bed with intricate knots to make your escape difficult, not tight enough to cut circulation, yet not loose enough to free your hands. His nimble hands were not only talented in tying knots but also at pushing further onto the edge, as this is his third round with you where he has made you come nonstop without using his cock on you.

He thinks you deserves this after you’ve been having unwanted attention from your neighbor; unworthy of his length, but instead the tortures of his fingers onto your weeping pussy that called out his name and his name only. And he never stopped his motion; he kept going and going, even to the point of tears, and this time is no less. 

Xavier’s rapid speed was petrifyingly arousing, his middle and ring finger thrusting and out of you, making you scream at the overstimulation. 

“X-xavi, please!” you could only manage spill out of your fucked out space, as you felt yourself getting close to your peak. He can only fasten his pace as a response while kissing your temples as you writhe underneath him.

“Mhm, yeah, go on now, my pretty girl… say my name while you come,” He spoke in his naturally soft voice, but it was bordering on arousal, contradicting the dark and soft like the devil once was. Your eyes rolled back as you shook while squealing, feeling like a waterfall had flown down underneath you, causing a mess in the sheets and a groan from Xavier escaping his lips. 

For the first time, Xavier has pulled away, his two fingers pruned from the wetness oozing out of you, taking a good look at the scenery in front of him. You were catching your breath, hair sticking onto your skin from the sweat, unaware of your surroundings, in contrast to Xavier, smirking and gloating at the mess you’d made. You looked so hot, and Xavier thinks it’s time. 

While still in an overstimulated state, Xavier stripped off his pants and boxers before placing himself between your legs. You whimpered as you felt his head rub against your dripping hole, making him hush at you. 

“You know, I’m not done… Lemme have what he can’t have.”

Rafayel

Maybe telling Rafayel you never had a genuine orgasm was both a good and a bad idea.

It all started from a simple painting session with him; he wanted to draw you, and you served as his model naturally. Thankfully, Rafayel was talented enough to memorize shadows and lights that were hitting your supple skin, your scars, and other imperfections, so that he could chat with you just fine. You were discussing past lovers and you mentioned that your ex’s has failed to give you an orgasm, and there was his paintbrush dropping on the floor, splatting the marble material with red paint.

You gave him a concerned face as you went up to him, fearing that he would get dizzy. “Are you okay?” 

Rafayel was not okay, and he needed to do something—especially when you indirectly challenged him as you’ve stated that “no one could ever make you come..

One moment you were tending an astonished Rafayel, and now you were shuddering in immense pleasure as he placed his head in between your legs, to prove you wrong.

The sounds of Rafayel’s art studio were once filled with classical music and scratches of pencil hitting the paper, but now turned into an audio coming straight from an adult film. Your legs were spread apart as you gripped his purple strands while he went to town, his tongue leaving trails of love and lust onto your parts, sending you to a frenzy.

“Rafy~” You moaned out as you threw your head and tugging onto his hair while his tongue starts playing around your clit, leaving shapes that drives you insane.

In Lemuria, it is important to make your lover have a mark so they can remember their lover; for Rafayel, it was spelling his name onto your clit, his tongue drew along the nub far much intricate than of his paintings. 

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge as your legs started shaking before you felt yourself riding onto his face to ride out your pleasure. However, Rafayel never pulled away, not even to breathe.

You started to sob as you felt overwhelmed, yet Rafayel was still not stopping. Thinking he was still too in his world while having your honey, you tried pushing his head, but to no avail, he pushed his hand away as he dug his face deeper. 

“Rafayel… please! It’s too m-much!”

Rafayel finally pulled away after your weak protest, looking at you with heavy lust in his eyes.

“No, cutie, I need to show you what your idiotic exes couldn’t do, and make you feel so good,” he gruffed before he went down to finish his meal as the overstimulation was pleasantly kicking in.

You were glad that you had confessed to him.

Zayne

This denial you were having was torturous. 

He tested you and he loved it, he knew you were needy for him, as he was for you. But his chastity test that he gave you was doing more good than it was for you. Zayne would purposely busy himself to not to satisfy your sexual needs. Whenever you’re in his office at the hospital in need of him, he wouldn’t spare a glance at you, only for you to do what he orders: strip yourself and start touching yourself. 

You’d think you’d have what you wanted, only for you to get interrupted immediately by him as you were ready to orgasm. He would utter a firm stop, making you halt your motion and look up at him confused, before he got up, still not looking at you.

“I have a patient coming in in a few minutes, so better dress up before they come in.”

Bastard.

 And he never stops doing that for the next few weeks. You were convinced that you were going to lose it with his denial and teasing, him not giving you a single glance, a single form of satisfaction; you were praying for those torturous days to end, and thankfully, your prayers had been answered much sooner than expected.

A little mishap that occurred at the hospital has caused your typically calm-and-collected doctor boyfriend to lose his cool, however, he couldn’t take it out on his co-workers or his patients.

Oh, no, no… that’s where you come along.

It went from you consoling your boyfriend as soon as you noticed his huff while powerwalking up to you, to the fervently angry make-out session, to now pounding onto your poor pussy with no mercy.

You have skipped foreplay—uncommon for the two of you—but as someone has even been denied to come even once by your ruthless-in-the-sheets boyfriend, you couldn’t care less, as he had made you come more than he had switched positions.

You didn’t know how long your session had been going, but the deprivation of climaxing to overstimulation has overwhelmed you. Zayne’s fingernails sure marked your skin with waxing and waning moon shapes, while his hips were moving in an unforgiving pace and intensity, pent-up anger setting the motions.

“Oh, my fucking, god, Zayne! I-Its too much—” Your mumbling words were cut off by more erotic sounds as Zayne still pushed himself inside of you. His cock was shaped perfectly inside of you, that even with the intense feeling of climaxing prematuring was wall worth it.

“Shh, you don’t get to decide when to stop—fuck~” His voice cracked at the end as he lets a moan escape his lips, feeling himself getting closer once again.

All this chastity and pent-up that you and he were having respectively served you good, as you could see.

Sylus

Sylus was a tasteful man, and you loved indulging in that.

You lit up candles in your shared bedroom while wearing a red set that Sylus bought for you the other day, setting the mood for tonight. What’s the occasion? Just mere appreciation for him. He was the perfect boyfriend; doting, loving, caring, providing, just everything a perfect man would have, and that doesn’t even cut a quarter of what Sylus is to you.

You lay on your side by your king-sized bed as you waited for him, and as if on cue, he walked into the room, and he already sensed the titillating energy the room was having. His red eyes stare at your figure as your alluring lingerie matches well with his eye color. Your eyes were filled with a mix of adoration and concupiscence, as they hypnotized him in closer. 

Time passed, and your lingerie that was once hugging your body was now ripped into shreds, while Sylus places you onto his lap as he thrusts up to you, leaving you in a whimpering mess.

You initially rode him with your lips were magnetized by his naturally curved lips, hips gyrating in a pace that caused both of you immense pleasure as Sylus’s deep voice erupted into a growl. Your thighs gave out as you reached your climax, yet Sylus didn’t want you to stop your motions. While catching your breath, he misled you into giving you a breather, ready to push yourself off of him, only until he grips your hips as he starts thrusting upwards, making you yelp out a whimper.

“Sylus! Sylus! Please! It’s! Too! Much!” Your moaning words went in sync with Sylus’s thrusts, his cock leaving you no mercy as it hits continuously up to your sweet spot. Sylus could only groan while he bit your earlobe at the way you clenched around due to the overstimulation.

“Stay with me, kitten, I—fuck—won’t stop anytime soon,” he breathily said while he pulls your face up to him, forcing eye contact, “I need you to be with me, okay?”

You can only nod before he crashes his lips onto yours before pushing you down to the mattress, still pushing his cock inside of you.

You surprised him, and now he gets to enjoy his gift.

Caleb

Your reflection has painted a portrait for you: makeup ruined, hair disheveled, bruises all over your upper body, your thighs were glistening from the mix of your essence and cum and your boyfriend behind you, smirking as he teasingly massages your asscheek that he had just spanked. 

Your hands were gripping the mirror as commanded by your colonel boyfriend, standing behind you in the nude, as he proceeded to slap your cheeks, making you grimace in pain and pleasure. 

Caleb forces your head up by placing a hand on your neck while he snakes his other arm around your waist, “Keep your eyes up on yourself, pipsqueak.” He gruffed, holding your jaw by the slope of his thumb and pointer finger, lips started to attack the sides of your face while his other hand traveled south as he started to play with your abused nub. 

All you did was express your insecurities, talk about your dissatisfaction with your appearance, your style, your intellect, your whole general existence, all a vent to your trusted boyfriend. However, with each criticism you gave to yourself, a part of Caleb shatters along with it. Does he not love you enough? Has he not reassured you enough? That’s no good at all, things must change.

And there you are now, after rounds and rounds of Caleb fucking you to oblivion until you recognize your beauty, he still felt like you weren’t buying it, hence the two of you standing in front of the full-body mirror that located in the corner of the room. Caleb’s veiny hand that was inserted itself once again inside of you caused you to twist your leg shut, but he used the hand that was on your neck to stabilize you by holding your waist, forcing you to stand up straight.

“Oh, no, no, you can’t do that,” he whispers as he kisses your shoulder while looking at you through the reflection, “c’mon, pips, tell me how gorgeous you are…”

His command, along with the overwhelmingly painful pleasure you were receiving, sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t babble out his name, which caused him to pull out and slap your pussy, making you wail in pain and pleasure vefore he inserts it again.

“I won’t repeat myself… say you’re gorgeous!” His voice was harsh while his eyes resembled those of a predator. You could only sob and hiccup before letting out a weak yet audible, “I’m gorgeous.”

“Say it louder,”

“I am gorgeous!” You whimpered loudly as his fingers began rubbing your sensitive nub at a dangerous pace. 

“That’s my good girl~” He mutters before leaning in for a cheek kiss.

The kiss was sweet and sensual, contrasting with the violent and fervid fingers that Caleb places on your lower half. His cock was sprung up high once again as it hits your outer lips, ready to insert itself once again, making your fucked out state an even more brain melting experience.

You won’t be leaving the room without saying “I’m gorgeous”… unless you speak of your insecurities once again.

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[h109zone]

posted twice today... how does it feel that i spoiled y'all ????😌😌😌😌

[h109zone]

long distance surprise—nsfw/short piece

synopsis. after not seeing your boyfriend due to his demanding job, you discovered more about him that you didn't expect to have from him.

pairing. caleb x reader

words. 643

warning. hair pulling, slight body mention, vaguely mentioned pilot!caleb, use of pipsqueak, slut was mentioned, switch caleb and reader?

a/n. REPOST this small piece is totally not based off of a dream i had of him on the day of his release that converted me from a caleb hater to a closeted-now-open caleb fucker... not at all... also might build more for his birthday... maybe not... we'll see

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Having a boyfriend who's always out of town can be both upsetting and exciting.

With Caleb, whenever he visits, you're always left surprised with the way he gives himself away with his gifts. While he gives you the best gifts one could give you, there is no better gift from him other than his presence.

Especially when his lips graze your skin that aches for any sounds that expel out of your lips—and today is no different.

Throwing his coat and hat somewhere in the room, leaving him in his button-down, which was half unbuttoned, and formal pants, as you straddle his lap while he's sitting with his lips ravaging yours.

Touches desires for fervent actions, yet neither of you wants to give in that quick; instead, there's an unspoken competition on which of you wants to succumb to either of your seductions just yet.

His hands that were once gripping your thighs started to roam around your body, his long digits and palm caressing the beauty of your curves and plumpness of your hips and breasts, before one hand reaches up to your throat while the other travels downwards.

Your hands as well were performing quests while roaming around Caleb's well-built body, with one hand playing with his necklace and gripping it to get him even closer, while the other was playing with the hairs on his neck.

Your tongues danced around each other as strings of salacious sounds resonated around the room. You've been holding yourself well until Caleb reaches past your shirt to play around with your bud, making you gasp and whimper.

He pulls away slightly, making you chase after his lips. You were flabbergasted by his audacity, him playing with your most sensitive spot when you haven't done your attack yet. Almost like he knew, he chuckles at your desperation.

"What's wrong, pipsqueak? I thought you wanted to tease me, but I see that I wo—HA!"

His words were cut when you suddenly tugged at his hair back, making him gasp as he widened his eyes at you. His face instantly turned bright red before rolling his eyes back as you began pulling it back further to expose his neck, his Adam's apple dropped with each pretty groan and curses expelling his lips.

"You didn't give me a chance..." You cooed, feigning innocence—an oxymoron in this situation—as you looked down at his beautiful throat, "I was just about to give in, but I remembered where your weakness was. You just love getting your hair pulled like a slut?"

Your mouth was letting out the most provocative words as it licked a stripe and nipped around the sensitive spot on the sides of his throat. He moans out of desperation as your teeth sink in, making sure you mark him.

"Fuck..." Caleb shudders as he grips your hips harshly. Victory was right around the corner as you finally had Caleb wrapped around your finger, his delicious whimpers of desperation causing you to feel wetter than you initially felt.

You won.... or so you thought.

It was only when you pulled away to witness the art pieces you've created on his neck and collarbone, Caleb pushes you down to the mattress and begins chuckling darkly as you attempt to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Your wrists were wrapped around his large hand while the other began to grip your leg, placing himself between them.

You felt your stomach beginning to warm up at the sudden maneuver from Caleb, catching you off guard. It was only until he leaned down to your ears while his other hand began to play with the hem of your skirt, his fingers played with your clothed folds in languid motions as he whispered menacingly.

"You thought the game's over? how gullible... we're far from over."

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[teataglia]

xavier + prone bone

warnings: MDNI ! piv, prone bone, slight character study bc i’m me

the first time you try this position, he’s mesmerized by the jiggle of your ass with every thrust. he begins with his hands on your cheeks, kneading and squeezing the plumpness as he gives a few experimental thrusts. he doesn’t react to your soft gasps muffled against the drool dampened pillow, nor does he acknowledge the way your nails dig waxing and waning crescents into it above your head either. not because he doesn’t notice, but because he’s remembering everything.

xavier’s eyes remain glued to your figure that rests angelically on your shared bed, scrutinizing every reaction he can muster out of you and cataloging them away in his brain so he can compute the quickest way to make you unravel under him. his honed hunter senses remain on high alert, not just to pick up every whine and moan that falls from your kiss bitten lips, but to maximize their volume as well.

the moonlight cascades over the soft skin of your back, reminding him how vulnerable you allow yourself to be with him. you trust him unequivocally, it dawns on him, and he’s not one to pass up an opportunity when it arises so blatantly in front of his eyes. his gaze softens, his heart clenches, and an overwhelming surge of protectiveness floods his system. but first he needs to be sure.

you flinch ever so slightly when you feel the hardened hands of a prince made to work rest lightly on your back. desperate for more, you press your ass flush against his pelvis and wiggle your hips, eliciting the reaction you were hoping for. he hisses as he inches deeper, splaying his long, slender fingers over your sides and pushing his palms down harder on either side of your spine, forcing your arch deeper. it doesn’t hurt and he doesn’t mean for it to, he’s simply using his unlikely strength to remind you just who has the upper hand. who always will. with a firm grip keeping you down, he grinds into you. his expert aim has yet to miss as he repeatedly brushes the soft spongy spot on the front of your walls.

your eyes shoot open in realization as you try to scramble forward to distance yourself from the overwhelming stimulation. you don’t make it far, blocked immediately by a warm, hard chest pressing against your shoulders and an elbow planting itself beside your head. you feel the pillow crumple in his harsh grip, and as he has you caged in, as he leans down. you feel his hot breath tickle the shell of your ear, your eyelids flutter shut in response. he nips it lightly and you buck under him, a futile and halfhearted effort that only results in more friction. you squeeze around him then, whether in retaliation or reaction, you’re unsure.

“my star wants to escape so soon after our reunion?” xavier whispers, disappointment etched delicately into his teasing words. although, you’re not always sure whether he is joking. “she’s going to have to try a lot harder than that if she truly means to get away.”

a warning, a challenge. he’ll let you go, but not easily now that you’re finally back in his clutches.

you lift your head, pressing your elbows into the mattress to gain elevation. just as you’re about to respond to soothe and deny his claims, xavier’s hand silently sneaks around your throat. his palm gently covers the front as his fingers wrap around the sides, not squeezing but reminding. his thumb rubs soothing circles against your pulse as he angles your head back to make upside down eye contact with him.

you don’t know what you expect to see — anger, betrayal, hurt? instead you’re met with the most sincere sea of blue. he’s earnest and almost shy in the way he blinks down at you. his brows slightly furrow as he searches for any hint of fear or discomfort as you stare back at him. all that’s reflected is the purest light of utter devotion.

and you’ve confirmed it for him. now he’s never been more sure of anything in his whole life. xavier notes the stutter in the rise and fall of your chest as your breath hitches. his gaze wanders back to your plump lips, slightly parted and expectant. he dips down, pressing forward to brush the sweetest kiss against them. but when he leans back, readjusting to his original position, his demeanor changes.

gone is the prince charming aiming to woo you and cater to your every desire. in his stead remains a veteran soldier, lightyears from home and no longer taking orders from anyone. there’s a twinkle of cold mischief in his eyes and his hips drive deeper, all the way to the hilt.

your eyes widen, face still angled back towards him, when his hold tightens on you.

"don't look at anyone else with those eyes," xavier warns. "otherwise i won’t be able to ensure their wellbeing."

© teataglia 2025, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost my content on any platform.

[h109zone]

i have a feeling that my zayne fic will flop 💔 thats what i get for succumbing to depression. NEXT REQUESTER I PROMISE I’LL DO YOUR WORK WHEN I WAKE UP !!! I WON’T FAIL YOU !

[h109zone]

~Your writing always have me blushing hard at the VERY beginning, so im excited that you even look my way queen 💅. Heres my request:

"They was on a business trip and you were feeling needy..little did you know that he was coming home a day early (already stressed from the business trip) and he caught you, red handed, "taking care of yourself 🙃", with toys and all. I mean candles lit, sexy lingerie, and even soft music in the back ground."

~if you can do this for me queen, i will genuinely bow and kiss your ring. 😄

heyyyy i finally made your piece and you can find it here !!!!

hope you enjoyed :)