myo

unconventional lover, can you handle that?

[imissmyo]

[spacekittiesmeow]

YOUR HUSBAND IS C☆MING .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS :☆: it's your wedding day!

zayne ⋮ he's too overwhelmed seeing you in white .ᐟ caleb ⋮ you just cannot get your hair right .ᐟ xavier ⋮ your wedding is in 5 hours and you haven't slept a wink .ᐟ rafayel ⋮ he finally gets to fuck his bride .ᐟ sylus ⋮ he's not allowed to see you .ᐟ

CW :☆: MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), semi-public sex, blindfolding, spit play, overstimulation, edging, dirty talk, thigh-fucking, creampie, rafayel nearly ebbing, LIs being mushy

ZAYNE LI ☆

It’s a modest wedding—just close friends and family gathered to bless the two of you. Still, you’re getting married. So here you are, dressing together, and Zayne—god, zayne, is overwhelmed at the sight of you in white. Ready to marry him.

And he doesn’t know what to do with it than to—

“y-yes, use me.” His hand comes up to your chin, grip trembling as he pulls you into a messy, desperate kiss, your lipstick smearing across his mouth. Your wedding dress is bunched at your waist, layers swallowing your husband-to-be as he pistons his hefty dick into you from below. You grind down into him, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair, holding him there.

“hah—! how are you deeper than before?” you mewl, face in his neck, sucking marks into his heated skin. “can feel you s’deep…”

“you can, can’t you?” he bites back a sound only for it to rip through as a whimper. Your hot, gummy walls spasm around the whole of his length and his hand spreads across your back, holding you flush to him as his hips falter.

His cock twitches inside you before stilling. “on second thought, stay still.” he pulls away. “Let me move. We can’t have you getting too hot.”

He’s moving before you can nod. And all you can do is clutch him tight while his cock grinds into your cervix at each long stroke of his. Your knees dig into the strong muscles of his thighs.

“mmfuuck—!” you cry, eyes squeezing shut.

“spread your legs. We’ll ruin your dress.” His legs part, guiding you wider for him. and somehow, it gives him enough leverage to pull out of you alllll the way out and then bury himself to the hilt, dragging his thick cock over every sensitive inch of your walls in lewd schlick schlick schlicks despite the layers.

His hand disappears in your dress, fingers brushing over the lace garter around your thigh and then higher to part your soaked folds.

“w-wait I’m gonna cum.” You tell him. his pace grows desperate.

“mngh… don’t worry,” he pants, losing whatever composure he had left. “I am too.”

His thumb finds your clit, moving through your slick—down to your hole—where your puffy pussy lips are stretched around him to the limit—and back up to the throbbing bud.

waves of heat roll over your body as you cum with a silent cry. You feel him jump in you, balls tightening against your ass. “finish in me,” you tell him.

He lets out a strangled moan—unable to muster up the composure to protest—spurting jets of warmth in you, pumping you full of his load. Your spasming cunt wriiings out every last drop of release.

He pulls your face close to his, nose bumping with yours as you come down together. He places a small, shy kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“shall we go get married now?”

CALEB XIA ☆

It was supposed to be right. And it was—on paper. It was a wedding ripped right out of the cheesy dramas you binge. except. Your hair didn’t get the memo. Your bridesmaids sat helpless while you handled it in tears—only to toss the curling wand away.

“heyy, what’s wrong?” caleb invites himself in the room. The women step out immediately.  Screw the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding bad luck. This was bad enough.

You sniffle, pressing your face into his chest. “caleb it’s all falling apart…” you look up at him with teary eyes and before you can even stop yourself, your lips crash against his.

“fuck baby—you’re extra soft today, mm?” his long cock pummels into you. his hand reaches down, peeling away a layer of your dress. “hold it up f’me, pips.”

You’ve clutching the thick layers against your chest like your life depends on it while your fiancé absolutely obliterates your leaky cunt one thrust at a time. “s-slow down ‘leb…” you whimper, back arched like a bow for him.

“slow down? how do you plan on making it on time to our wedding?” he chuckles, leaning down to spread your swollen, slick coated pussy lips to reveal your pulsing little bud for him. he drools at the sight. And doesn’t let it go to waste. His warm spit lands on your aching bud, trickling down to mix with the juices you ooze out.

He watches the way your poor, overstretched cunny still manages to swallow him—and god he knows he’s too big for you but look at you. tears prickling at your eyes, whimpering under him dressed in white to be married to him. how on earth did he get so lucky?

“m’so clooose—!” you whine, thighs attempting to press together.

“good god, pips. Y’look so pretty round my cock…” he groans. His hand curls around your thighs hiking it up, letting his fat cockhead drill its way into your sinfully soft channel. His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making you yelp beneath him.

it doesn’t take long for you to finish, clamping around him in wet pulses that his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Still, he keeps moving. He keeps pounding you through that vision blanking orgasm, until you’re practically sobbing under him.

“mmf—please… s’too much—hic!” and still, you make no attempt to escape. You’re exactly where you want to be—your overstimmed pussy being bullied into another orgasm.

“jus’ like that, keep clamping baby. I’m right there…” he pants, leaning down to kiss a tear away. “you’ll let me cum in you, right? Let caleb stuff you full?”

“y-yes! yes please—oh?!” His dirty talk alone tips you over the edge again, milking him for his release. And he does. Ropes after ropes after ropes of hot, creamy cum pumping into your pussy.

And when you finally calm, he gathers your hair, fixing it into an elegant low bun—murmuring quiet “thank you”s through sniffles for marrying him.

XAVIER SHEN ☆

“I couldn’t sleep either.” You jolt at your fiancé’s voice behind you. You’re ecstatic. And in that excitement, you were dressed and ready before time. In 5 hours, the wedding you dreamed of begins. an early morning ceremony, walking the aisle under stars, sealing it with a kiss as sunlight finally breaks.

The venue lies hushed as you stand together on the balcony, gazing down at the flowered arch where you’ll soon be married.

“xav—ngh!” you grip the railing harder. Your pussy moulds so perfectly around your fiance’s cock, stretched obscenely wide.

His hand reaches around your throat to tip your chin up to have you watch the place you’d soon say vows at. “a-are you sure this will help you sleep?” his voice sounds too normal for his actions.

He’s nearly jackhammering into your velvety hole, causing it to squelch and ooze more of your love juices down your thighs. His foot nudges your legs farther apart, the need to drill deeper into you consuming him enough to bury his face in your hair and groan low.

“mmhm, mhm ye—ah!” you nod, hips pushing back to meet his deep pounding. “don’t want eye bags.”

By the pace at which he’s ramming into your pussy heat, you can already imagine it—imagine yourself walking toward him with shaky legs, his cum still leaking down your thighs. Fuck. There’s no way you were going to clean up after your session. Your legs are quivering at this point, held apart only by his knee.

“alright,” he murmurs, halting entirely. You bite back a whine. “keep them pressed if you want it that way.” He pulls out. His fingers find your gaping hole, two plunging in to coax out translucent strings of your arousal and his pre cum, smearing it between your thighs. And that’s when you feel the fat head of his cock again—pushing its way where your plush thighs press the tightest, and yet, making sure that your swollen clit isn’t left out.

“you keep looking at the arch,” he leans in, one of his hands guiding his cock between your syrupy slit. Your thighs press harder. You’re so close but there’s no way you’re cumming empty like this. He lets out a chuckle, soft enough to be mistaken as innocent. “are you going to cum to the thought of our wedding?”

He breaches your puffy lips again, sliding in with ease with the lewd amount of slick gathered there. “filthy girl… I’m right.” His hand presses down on your lower back, arching you for him as he buries himself balls-deep.

“oh! Hic—just… just let me cum, already!” you clamp around him, all the obscene ideas making your pussy walls stir.

Xavier’s fingers spread your ass cheeks for him and he sinks deeper than ever. You let out a choked sob—very close to rutting your needy clit against the glass if he keeps you on edge any longer. “it’s okay. I’m thinking of that too,”

He pinches your clit once and that has you creaming around his pulsing length. Your pussy clamping around him like heartbeat has him finishing too, keeping you plugged like that for a moment until you come down from the high.

“there’s no way I can sleep after this,” you pout. Xavior huffs out a fond laugh behind you.

“pfft okay, we’ll take a long nap together after the wedding,”

RAFAYEL QI ☆

You wanted to give him something unforgettable for your wedding—something truly special, because he’s been certain about marrying you for as long as you can remember. No exaggeration. And you knew simple nudes wouldn’t cut it.

Until an evil idea pops in your mind. You were no stranger to his “bride kink”. So why don’t you just play with that?

“fuckfuckfuck cutiieee,” he whines pathetically.

his eyes are snapped shut. All he can do is push his stuttering hips flush against yours, feeding your leaking cunt more of his stout inches—all while holding your dress as far away as he can from the mess. Your hole pulses, dribbling out a mixture of your cream and his pre cum that his angry red head can’t stop spilling.

“mngh you’re suuuch an angel—hah!” he grips your thighs, holding them apart as he destroys your overstimulated cunt. “such an angel for letting me fuck this pretty pussy in your wedding dress babymmff—”

He’s made you cum several times—on the pink muscle in his filthy mouth, his slender fingers and even on his pretty cock. And yet, he hasn’t finished once—holding back for lord knows what.

“ra-raf s’enough already!” you whine. It only spurs him more—he buries himself to the hilt, nudging your spongy spot, now swollen from his cruel overstimulation. “we’re gonna be late. Just cum!” your hips chase his as he pulls back and then with a lewd schliiick, slides back home.

“I know I know,” he rasps out too quickly. He’s flushed, dazed. Delirious. And god help you, it’s pushing you closer to that delicious edge. “wanna hold it out. Wanna tattoo the patterns of your pussy walls onto my dick,”

You let out a groan at that, walls fluttering around him in response. He starts moving once again. long brutal strokes, massaging you perfectly, warming you for yet another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum…” you tell him, your hand coming down to rub your clit. He frowns before swatting your hand away with a pout, replacing it with his.

“me too,” he says fucking finally. “m’gonna fill my pretty little bride up.” he angles his cock to your sweet spot, making you cum so hard that you see stars.

“ohhh baby fuck—!” he groans deep, hips faltering as he spills into you. “take my cum, my pretty bride. Love feeding your womb…” he pumps his load into you, as deep as your body can take it. Until he begins to melt—

you nearly kick him away before he can start again.

“ow! What was that for?” he looks down, momentarily admiring the trail of white dribbling from your hole before he jumps to his feet.

“uh-oh uh-oh!” he grabs a rag and cleans you up in time.

And later, as you walk down the aisle toward him, you both can’t stop breaking into ugly, snotty laughter at the memory.

SYLUS QIN ☆

“boss lady!”

“boss-man’s back!”

The only downside to marrying the leader of Onychinus was the interruptions—even on your wedding day. You believed Sylus when he said you wouldn’t have to dirty your dress over “pests,” that he’d handle it himself. Still, that didn’t stop you from pacing, restless as you waited for him to return.

“how scandalous,” he lets out a rumble of laugh as you fuck yourself on his impossibly fat dick. “my fiancé ravaging her husband-to-be while our guests outside wait for us to be wed,”

“consummating our marriage before we’re even ma—"

“mmffuck! B-be quiet, sylus.” His cockhead brushes against your sweet spot and you keep him there, grinding.

His fingers hook under the blindfold to see that fucked out expression on your face that only his dick manages to poke out of you. “do-don’t! keep it on.” You swat his hand away. He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I can’t see you before the ceremony but you can fuck me? you’re only following rules that are conveni—” you silence him with a kiss, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. He hisses, before kissing you fervently, holding you still as he pistons his cock into you, just where you want it. You sob into his mouth—all which he happily swallows.

He flips the two of you. “sylus don’t take it—”

“mm im hurt, kitten. do you truly think i need to see you to fuck you proper?” with that, he’s dragging you to his hips, sheathing himself back into you.

“sy o-oh!” your voice cracks as you let out a scream—too far gone to care about the people murmuring outside. “m’gonna cum,”

Sylus leans down, his hot breath fanning over your temple. “I know you were worried. But we are getting married.” He promises, his pace slowing to deep, long thrusts—still managing to knock the air out of your lungs. You sob out, nodding in agreement. “right after I make you cream,”

His hips slam into yours, each thrust punching out choked sounds out of you. his fingers find your clit, gathering all that syrup you’ve dribbled for him. and ohhh the way he touches you down there is nothing short of obscene. A stark contrast to your perfect, innocent white wedding dress you’re getting fucked in.

He massages your pussy lips, fingers moving from your wide-stretched hole, to your clit and back down. he parts your slit only to close your puffy pink lips back around his length as he spears into you with reckless abandon.

Your back feels like it snapped in two as you finish, chanting his name. one more thrust into your juicy, quivering hole has him pumping his thick load into you.

“am I to marry you in this?” he plays with the edge of the cloth over his eyes, still huffing.  

“touch it again and you will,”

[blushho]

The little dragon is mad quick everyone hide

[xiagasm]

synopsis. the different ways caleb uses spit

cw. smut ˖ spit ˖ mentions of meanie caleb ˖ sub caleb ˖ and mayb slightly yan/possesive caleb !

pulls away from a kiss with a strand of spit: caleb's broad figure towers over you while he aggressively assaults your mouth with his. his large hands cup your cheeks as he pushes your face closer while guiding your head to the perfect angle. the kiss you share is laced with passion and desire.

he pulls back slightly, breaths mingling together as he whispers between the tiny space.

"so perfect. . . these lips were built to fit against mine." he says while leaving a cute chaste kiss before eagerly jumping back into hot sweltering kisses.

his body leans into you until there's no space between the both of you. he devours you completely, mouth moving with utter devotion, his tongue poking out to claim your lips as his. he pulls back with a dazed look, a strand of spit connecting your mouth to his.

aggressively grabs your chin and spits in your mouth: caleb's hip furiously rut into yours, it's not sweet or loving. he's in colonel mode. his hands are gripping harshly onto any piece of flesh he can find in this lusted frenzy.

"open. . ." he demands harshly, no sign of care in his voice. "fuck. . . i need to claim you. need to mark you as mine. . ." he snarls while his hand grasps onto the underside of your jaw, fingers pushing into your cheeks to open your mouth.

without a seconds hesitance, he spits into your mouth.

"swallow." he says.

and you do.

something clicks in him, watching as you accept his demands with such ease. he is just as much yours, as you are his. it drives him deliciously crazy.

"haah, a-again. . . need to see it again. need to know you're all mine. fuuck open that pretty mouth for me, wont'cha sweets?"

spits on your pussy: his hands glide everywhere except where you need him. nails slightly grazing the tops of your thighs, swift touches below your tummy, and his fingers that massage and prod at your labia. but he doesn't touch you; not directly where you need it. it's torture, not having him play with your clit or fingers inside your inner walls. you wait and wait, body writhing as it begs for any type of pleasure.

he lets out a long exhale, "hmm, you think after bein' a brat, that you deserve my touch?"

he spreads you open and spits directly onto your pussy. it lands directly onto your clit and you can't help but cry out and buck your hips. caleb looks at you with a glint in his eyes.

"maybe if you beg me, you'll be lucky enough for me to do that again. . . brats need to earn their keep."

please spit on my cock!! i promise i’m a good boy: he looks up at you, a pathetic gaze painted on his face. his cheeks are flushed and his lips are pouted. your hands are wrapped around his hard cock, moving at a torturously slow pace.

"f-fuck, pips please. . . i need more." he whines while bucking his hips, trying to fasten the pace to get more delicious friction. you'd do anything to please your lover, so you comply, moving your hand faster and faster. his cheeks puff out, "s'not enough. . . please, s-spit on my cock, please need it f-faster."

"yeah? need me to spit on your cock? is that gonna help you cum?" you try to egg him on.

he nods his head viciously. "yesyesyes, need it so bad. i've been good, m'your good boy. pleeeease." he cries out like a dog in heat.

you spit on his cock, lubricating the space between his and your skin. your hand moves faster and faster, pushing him over the edge while his eyes roll to the back of his head.

[xiagasm]

synopsis. caleb has some reaaally nice hands and reaaally long fingers

cw. fingering ˖ a bit of pussy spanking ˖ he grabs your throat but not tight ˖ not proofread

hands were your weakness. something about them had you hooked on, captivated, and utterly mesmerized. you come to the conclusion that it’s because of him. no matter what happens, he’s always standing, waiting for you with his arms extended out, hands sticking out at the end just for you; wanting to grab you, feel you, and touch you. you’d like to think you know his hands quite intimately, especially after all the time you had been together.

his hands were larger than yours, much larger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the way they were able to encompass your smaller hand, leaving it to be held in a warmth radiating from his skin. his hands always made you feel safe, they were your solace.

his hands were there for you in your sorrows. they would gently flatten against your back, running in smooth motions to calm you down. they would caress your face, stroking your cheek as he used them to remove any lingering tears. they would pick you up to hold you securely within his arms as you let out your tears.

but, his hands were there also there for you in your pleasure. they would slowly rake up your thighs, arms, neck, and various other places to bring you to peak euphoria. his hands start off with sensual touches, a brush of your lip here and a stroke of your thigh there before touching you where you’d need it most.

and so, it's no surprise when caleb has you seated in his lap, legs spread apart. one hand gently caresses your chest. kneading your breast in his hand with the occasional pinches to your nipple. while his other hand works deftly against your oozing cunt.

his two middle fingers rub against your clit, fast circles that have you twitching in his grasp. he coos into your ear, sending notes of praise into your ear. his fingers dance towards your entrance, teasing you with fluttering touches and heavy rubs. it's blissfully agonizing, feeling him like this, touching so close to where you need him most.

you buck your hips against his hand, desperate for more. To your dismay, he removes his hand. you watch as his hand lifts up into the air, only to make its way back down to spank your pussy. you jolt forward, crying out with a yelp while your cunt squeezes down on nothing.

"caleb. . ." you pout while looking back at him, "don't be meaaaan." you say while dragging out the word.

he lets out a chuckle, it tickles your ear. "m'not being mean pips." he says while spanking your pussy again. "i'm takin' care of you."

and then his fingers plunge into your sopping hole. expertly maneuvering his fingers to suit your needs. they thrust in and out of you, occasionally curling upwards to hit that one spot that makes you almost drop limp in his arms.

the hand that was toying with your breast moves up, up, up, towards your neck. a firm hand grasps onto your throat, not tight enough to cut off air. his hand is your own personal collar. he angles your head upwards to give you kisses. chaste at first, but becoming all the more consuming with every consecutive kiss. soon enough, it feels like he's devouring you.

his fingers continue to delve deep inside you, and you feel your legs begin to shake. it's so close, building up and up.

"c'mon. . . let go for me." he says between kisses.

his thumb circles your clit as his fingers move in and out. within seconds, your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth crying out sounds of pleasure while your orgasm hits. his fingers slow down but don't stop, to milk it out and help you ride through it.

after you catch your breath, you look up at him again, wondering if other parts of his body are as skilled as his hands . . .

you sit up and push him back to lay down. . . it's time for you to find out yourself !

[sylxst]

Obsessed with the idea of meanie big brother! caleb finding out you write porn.

tags: sexual content 18+ mdni, pseudo-incest

wc: 2k

He thought it was a boy at first. Don't ask him how he came to that conclusion. You've been curled up by yourself lately, against a wall so no one can peek over your shoulder. Screen brightness low, typing a mile a minute. Thumbs dancing like they can't move fast enough.

And you fidget like a wriggly little worm on the sofa, in your bed. Your lower half so active, like there's something you're seeing that's effecting you down there. Something making your thighs squeeze, ankles cross.

Caleb sees it all and the idea of you yapping away with some loser really gets on his nerves. Plus it's not good for your pretty eyes to be glued to a screen all the time. They need to rest, they need to focus on more important things. Like him, for instance.

So when you put your phone down absentmindedly and walk off, he takes it. Slides it off the table and he doesn't even need to put the password in. Never.

Your phone has his face registered, the moment he looks at the camera with his frown and swipes up, your phone immediately opens up to him. Like everything else in your life.

To his surprise there are no messages to read. No nasty texts or pictures to make you achy and hot down there. No boy responsible for that. Thank god.

But what he finds is a word document titled, meanie big brother.

His eyes slowly widening at the realization. Ears hot. You've been writing.

This whole time you've been typing up absolute filth and that's what's been leaving you damp in your sleep shorts.

Unbelievable.

With a slow growing smile he reads the last bit you left.

meanie big brother! who makes it a routine to go straight to your room after waking up. Climbing into your bed without you hearing or feeling his weight make the frame squeak just so he can stuff you full of his morning wood <3 So sudden, he doesn't care to ease it in, every inch firm and thick slotted between your damp lips unlike anything you imagined.

It's his way of starting the day. His method of cardio because he's so in shape and takes his health very seriously. Yours as well. The sunrise is nothing compared to watching your sleepy face twist and scrunch with your pussy stretched full first thing. Pleasure ripping through your peaceful slumber.

Un-fucking-real.

"C-caleb what the fuck?" exclaims your whiny voice coming back to retrieve what's yours.

Even from where he lounges, balancing on the back legs of his chair, he can smell your fear. He's amused by it written all over your face, the way you're quick to jump him like that'll do something.

He's way quicker than you, always has been. All he has to do is stand up and now you're too small to snatch your phone from his hand.

" I should be asking you that pipsqueak" He flips it back on you, seeing how you crumble, "Cause why is my sweet virgin baby sister writing porn?"

Brocon porn but of course you are. He saw it coming, anyone could. You're obsessed with him and a massive pervert.

But takes one to know one. And with all things having to deal with you and you alone, he's a goddamn expert.

You're definitely leaving them somewhere and he makes mental note to go scourging for your secret account. But in the meantime he enjoys watching you squirm, biting at your lip trying to find some excuse to give him.

"So what?" you retort with a shrug trying to play it cool, "You're the one violating my privacy idiot."

He grins.

"So what?"

He leans above your ear,

"What do you even know about getting your pussy fucked anyway?" He whispers, "You've never been touched like that before. Where are you going for the inspiration pipsqueak?"

You've been in similar situations with Caleb all your life to know when it's your queue to flee— phone be damned. But caleb can sense it a mile away and grabs your arm before you could take a step back.

Now you're face down on the dining table. Face in your arms, phone at your nose, screen bright with your fiction in progress. Caleb hikes your big shirt to your chin. Leaves your lower half bare, shorts and panties pooled at your ankles. Legs knocked a couple inches apart.

"Why waste your time watching other guys when you have a perfectly good big brother in your house?" He questions, but it sounds like he's talking to himself, softly chastising you, "If that’s what you like then I don't mind being mean to you. Not one bit."

For emphasis or just for the hell of it, the palm of his hand swiftly swats your ass. Hard. Once. Twice. Ignoring your yelps from each spank.

"Okay okay! I get it" You complain, blinking back the knee-jerk tears

"Good," He caresses the warm skin with fingers gripping the fat of your ass as he admires your curves, "Start from the beginning, read me your first paragraph little writer."

It's hard to, with him toying with your slick seam with his fingers. Opening you up with his thumbs, your clit throbbing for attention and he gives it fleetingly with fingertips.

And you don't want to read it aloud, this stuff isn't meant for that.

"I'm waiting."

Before he spanks you again, you swallow,

"m-meanie big brother! who doesn't give a shit about what you're up to-"

"Language," Caleb cuts you off with a playful gasp like he's offended, "But go on."

You roll your eyes,

"He loves to lay you over your books when you're trying to study, or over your vanity when you're getting ready for the day. Um.. playing with the wet seat of your panties, stuffing his face in your..- p-pussy, claiming it's because he misses you."

A beat of silence.

"Oh yeah?"

Then he kneels, and you only know that when you feel his humid breath against your sex and you immediately start to fidget.

"Stop that" He bites, just like his fingernails digging into your skin as he spreads your ass open. "Your big brother misses you so much let him prove it to you.”

You do what he says even though every inch of your body wants to push back into him. The moment his mouth, warm and eager, suckles you, your brain resets itself.

A tongue heavy kiss that drools over your clit. He tastes your wetness that's leaks and sucks your folds for more. Smothers your clit to feel you tremor.

So noisy. His moans lilted to tease you when you squeal, "Oh-caleb-!"

It's not your fault for being loud, there isn't a place his tongue hasn't lapped up. His nose pokes and prods at your puckered hole. You had no idea you were so sensitive there. Every touch shooting waves of pleasure and he takes advantage of it.

You're stuttering when he spits on it, teases the pad of his thumb over the mess. Almost drooling on your phone, eyes wanting to roll back so bad.

Caleb hikes your leg to rest on the table, turning his head. The subtle change in position, the way you can lower yourself on his face and grind. Let him willingly suffocate against you. It's too much.

"Such a good girl" He swoons, voice breathless, with a hand firming landing on your ass "do you wanna cum on my tongue baby?"

You're chanting, unwavering and loud.

"Yesyesohyes pleease"

Your body has a mind of it's own the way you grinds your hips, quaking as you're so close to unraveling. You're chasing after the edge, after caleb's tongue that slots hotly past your hole. You break with a sob. Overstimulated on his tongue that eases in and out of you.

Caleb takes every drop of your orgasm and swallows. You can feel him licking his lips, breathe fanning hard out of his nose on your dripping cunt.

"Keep readin' " He says after, his usual bright voice is dimmed, "What else does meanie big brother do?"

" 'leb.." You mewl a coy plea to distract him , turning around to watch as he straightens up his face glistening.”

"I don't think that's what it says" He glances to your phone with its black screen, "Don't leave me hangin' pips the story's getting good."

The look he gives makes you turn your phone back on. You feel him teasingly press his firm print against you. Just as he thought you would you rub against it as you read what's left.

"he feels you up with the raw length of his cock, slaps the weight between the swell of your lips. Each smack makes you jolt when it knocks against your hole where you need him the most."

"Fuck" a low broken moan, "That's really fuckin' dirty sis"

He tugs his pants down, "But that's what big brothers do right?"

You melt and bite at your lip from the firm heat rubbing up against you, heavy and throbbing.

"what happens next? huh?" Caleb asks, "Did you think that far ahead yet?"

You shake your head, embarrassment and unrelenting arousal making your cheeks burn and hips grind to feel up the thickness of his cock. Hoping that the head will find your hole and press. It gets close to sliding in, but it runs over your clit.

"That's all you got? Bummer" Caleb hums,

He drags his cock back to your entrance and pushes until the swollen head spreads you open.

Knocks a gasp out of your lips when he keeps going, taking up every bit of room inside you.

"Why don't you add big brother giving you his cock slow and deep?" Caleb groans, "Tell 'em how he stretches you out."

It hurts so good. Balls full and kissed to your bud as he grinds further inside, savoring the grip you have on him, like you refuse to let him go.

"S-s-deep-!" you breathe out, clawing at the table trying to brace yourself

You hear Caleb chuckle before a sudden thrust knocks into you hard enough to rock the table,

"'course I am, this pussy is all mine" He says, "you should add that to your horny little story."

"m-may-ah-be I will."

"Uh huh."

He moves just as he said he would. Slow and deep. Mean. Pulls back some to swiftly shove it all back in, finding soft sensitive spots inside. Places that make you squeeze real tight and he holds your hips where he knows he'll find them. Real slow, but you're a teary eyed mess. Kness buckling, legs kicking up as you whimper from each heavy punishing stroke.

"Gonna tell them how wet you are for your big brother? Pussy louder than your moans sis " He keeps going, feeling up the valley of your spine possessively, "Make sure your audience know how much meanie big bwother loves his sweet baby sister so f-fucking much-"

An embrace from behind, the way you feel your back against firm but supple curves of muscle. His hands grip your tits, pinch your nipples and squeeze the fat as if committing to memory how they feel in his hands. He starts speeding up, until the sound of skin is deafening and overwhelming bliss has your jaw hanging open,

"caleb-cal-leb-f-fuckme-"

The table forced to take the onslaught of his hips, of you using it to push yourself back into him. You feel him drool against your neck, panting like a dog. Then he pulls out.

"Fuck-flip over yeah flip over-" He urges you like he'll die painfully if you don't.

He doesn't hear your complaints when he does it for you. Lays you out lust-driven and you can see it in his eyes bearing its shadows down on you.

He wastes no time sinking back in, the change in position makes him feel so much closer to you. Your legs wide and bent at his sides, his abs flexing as he strokes your insides. His chest pink, pecs heaving. Necklace shiny and winking at you. Your greedy hands feel it all.

"Kiss me" you softly beg, looking up at him through your lashes, a whisper of a breath "Please big brother?"

Caleb moans like a timid sob like you know he would. His eyes big and wide like windows. He doesn't say anything and lips take yours feircely. Clumsy but too hungry to care.

A hand delves between your legs to run fingers over your clit. You spasm but caleb's hold on you with his weight barely lets you move.

"I love you 's much baby sis" He babbles against your lips "this tight pussy-'s all mine right?"

He backs away to watch your eyes roll about, watch as you squeal, "’m yoursyours-all yours-!"

He can't help it, erraticly shoving himself into your walls, collapsing as you silently scream as you cum. Your pussy unbelievably narrow he bursts right against your cervix, the heat blooming in your stomach.

"A-ah s-shit-"

Another line he's crossed yet again, too far and it’s way too late to take it back now. But with the way he fucks his seed into your pussy still twitching as you cum he doesn't regret it. Not one bit.

He kisses you through the comedown, peppered slowly all over your face. He’s entranced by the bliss that leaves a radiant glow on your face.

"Can't wait to read the finish product pipsqueak " He says, before you grab a punishing fist full of hair.

[pencintaapelll]

Good kitty 🤗🐆

[m4ter11]

loool they're such animals 🐦‍⬛️&🐟

[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

[northnr]

beta caleb who has to watch his pretty omega meimei get all these love from alphas

tw for extremely posessive behaviour , dubious consent (you're in heat) , (brief) thoughts of violence, pseudocest duh

hes seething with rage since he presented. he doesnt understand why he's not an alpha. he's strong enough to protect you. every waking moment, he protects his precious baby sister from anyone that could harm her. it's what he's made for. so why must fate be so cruel and make him a useless beta !?

you presented years after him and of course you're an omega. you couldn't be anything but an omega. so sweet, so delicate. your body was made to be claimed—claimed by him. he's always wanted to find a way to mate you. wanted to bite so deep into your neck that maybe if he tries hard enough, he can bound you to him. that or he breaks you and you can no longer be claimed by anyone at all.

the only good part of being a beta is that he can be in your room while you're in heat. even if he can't smell your pheromes—and god does he wish he can bury himself in the scent under your skin—he is so fucking hard and his cock strains through his trainers.

everytime he reassures you that 'Nothing's gonna happen, pips. Just let gege hold your hand, okay? Yeah, squeeze onto my hand. Mmhm..? Like feeling gege's big hand over yours?"

youre fucking yourself stupid with your fingers as you press his hand against your face. he doesn't have a scent and you're being overwhelmed with your own. he tries to calm you by just pushing his fingers inside your mouth.

"shh.. calm down, pretty omega. Mhm? You like that? Like being gege's pretty omega? Wanna use gege's hands like that?"

hes laughing as he drags his finger against your tongue. you're drooling all over him as your hand starts to get tired. but youre still so fucking horny and gege can see that!

so he does what a responsible big brother should do and use his other hand to fuck you. maybe caleb can't knot you, he can't mark you as his either. but he's going to be the only man alive to ever touch you like this. no alpha or other beta can touch his baby sister like this. meimei is all his, gender be fucking damned.

———— insp. by this alpha caleb and beta reader except the wrong way round

[neossence]

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He was a goddamn dog, at his knees in seconds.

He was whining, pushing up your nightgown in bed and nuzzling the tip of his nose against your clothed cunt. Tongue flicking out to lick at the damp spot in the fabric.

“Pleasepleaseplease—”

“You can have a taste…” you sighed softly, knowing how much Caleb loved having a taste before pounding you into the futon with the sweetest, most innocent smile ever.

His goofy smile made your heart ache, your lips puckered into a small pout. Wet tongue and lips kissed at your slick cunt, a needy moan spilled past your soft lips when Caleb had pushed your underwear into the juncture of your thigh and quickly latching his lips around your clit. Coaxing it to peek out of its hood.

You swore you heard him whisper “yippee!” Gleefully against your pussy.

His tongue suckled around your pearl, while your fingers twitched and dug into the fabric of the soft bedsheets. “..C-Caleb..” you mewled out, breathless.

Groans and pleasured words vibrated against your slick pussy, as the brown haired man spread your thighs further apart with his rough hands. Moving his lewd focus onto your tight hole, his left hand’s thumb rubbing slowly and sensually back and forth over your puffy clit.

“Come on my face.. please… comecomecome..!” He whined against your slit, all needy and soft.

His tongue slowly slid into your tight, slick hole, curling upwards and rubbing against your gummy walls before retreating. All your senses were betraying you, all you could feel was the hot need pooling in your womb, walls clenching and contracting against his slick muscle.

“..g’nna cum…” you whispered, arching your back and hands reaching out to steady themselves in Caleb’s fluffy brown locks.

Caleb full on moaned, before pushing his slick tongue in and out of your pussy with a faster pace, thumb rubbing tighter and faster circles around your throbbing clit. Walls trembling and aching, you came only after a few seconds.

You squirted out onto his face, whining and moaning his name is a lewd, erotic cry. Arching your back, pushing your tits out into the air.

Caleb continued to suckle up your sweet essence as much as he could. Peppering kisses along your slit when you were breathless and sated, limp on the bed. “I’ll come back with my cock soon..” he happily whispered to your tight, sloppy hole.

Before he pulled away and happily smiled down at you. You swore you could’ve seen a tail wagging behind him, the lower half of his face completely dripping from your squirt.

“Did you like that, pipsqueak? Did you like it? Canifuckyounow? Pleasepleaseplease—”

© 𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 ★ do not copy, translate, or republish my work, do not use for ai training.

[etherafayel]

Screwing Pilot Caleb as a flight attendant 

“Good evening… pre-boarding announcement…” 

You claw at the bathroom walls. You try to listen to the intercom outside but your ears are tuning in and out. 

“…Begin boarding soon… Please… Identification ready… Thank you.”

The series of chimes echoes throughout the airport amongst light chatter of those who approach their boarding gates. 

You’re more focused on the nails slightly digging into the skin of your hips. The fat cock being slammed into your pussy from behind repeatedly.

“Did you catch tha- that announcement?” You try to ask between thrusts but he seems to just pick up the pace.

“Nah. No flights are leavin’ without their pilot, are they?” Caleb raises an eyebrow. He suddenly pulls out causing you to whine, loudly.

“Caleeebbbb, why’d you pull out?”

You try and wiggle your hips to have him resume fucking you. The hot mushroom head of his cock drags between your folds and coats everything in his pre-cum.

“I like seeing you squirm,” he says with a grin.

“Not fair, I have a job to get to…”

“Should I send you off like this?” Caleb muses, grabbing a handful of your ass before giving it a smack. You try to shuffle yourself back despite the restraints of your work uniform pooled around your ankles. 

“I’ll never hook up with you again,” you straighten, turning to face him. 

Caleb leans his arm right next to your head, closing the gap between your faces until your noses are touching. 

“Alright, alright. Lesson learned,” Caleb murmurs. He captures your lips with his, his hands making home back onto your hips and he slightly lifts you to rest your back against the wall.

You ever-so gently scratch the nape of his neck as he drags his length against your clit. He groans before fully setting you down on his dick again. It’s so relieving to be full again you could almost cry. 

“That good?” Caleb rasps. His pilot cap tilts down from his head, obstructing his view of you. He’s quick to swipe it away from blocking his eyes and he drops it on your head instead. 

“Good… good, yeah…” You practically babble, cock-drunk from the pilot’s fierce pace. He guides you up and down on his cock, balls slapping against your ass with sharp sounds. 

Every blunt kiss to your g-spot by his cock elicited sounds from you that are way too inappropriate for a public setting. His eyes are fixed on the way your pussy lips hug his length, welcoming every inch inside. 

“Don-… My uniform…” You try to say a coherent sentence but it doesn’t come out that way. His cap on your head jumps with each thrust. 

“I’ll try not to,” Caleb grunts, still understanding what you were trying to say. With a last, more sloppy thrust, he finally gives up his load. His way to not dirty your uniform was to keep his dick inside you as you both finished. Your pussy clenches around him, not wanting to let go.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, just looking at each other.  

Caleb handles you gently as he sets you down and cleans you with some toilet paper in the stall. He pulls your skirt up, fixes your handkerchief and wipes away the smeared lipstick on your face. 

“You have a little something…” You try to point out the lipstick on his skin but it’s far from just a little bit. It’s all over his face and neck. Every smudge of red blended into his tanned skin. 

“I’ll take care of it later,” he says, taking his cap back and fixing it back on his head. He pauses before pecking your lips.

“I’ll see you later then.” 

Caleb leaves the stall, a dishevelled version of the confidently esteemed pilot that entered the airport this morning.

You’ll both have to fix yourselves after that encounter. You couldn’t wait until the next time you could reunite with your favourite pilot.

[rafayelhaven]

misunderstanding

characters: sub! Caleb x domme! Reader

cw / tw: insane reader, jealousy, dubious consent (aka seems like non-con but trust me it’s not I PROMISE), service sub caleb being sexually tortured basically, choking, rough sex, nipple play, restraints, femdom as always, riding, short aftercare,

a/n: can you tell I’m so normal about him? …Yeah <3 don’t come for me it’s just a story its not real, don’t ever fuck someone who acts like these two TRUSTTTT, also just slut caleb out it’s what he wants trust me I’ve literally done his prostate exam, 6k words

reblogs are appreciated as always MWAH

You give a big exasperated sigh, shoving your face into your pillow, and it's met only with an endeared chuckle from the other side of the phone. 

Practically hearing Caleb’s smile you give another dramatic sigh. “Don’t fucking laugh at me.” You switch the phone to your other ear and roll onto your back, frowning up at your ceiling, followed by a muttered, “...Jerk.” 

He chuckles again, and tries to comfort you, putting on a gentle tone, “I know, I know… It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” But you know him too well, you can tell he feels the same way you do. It’s practically seeping out of his voice.

“Oh, really? I can’t tell.” You reply sarcastically, tilting your head at nobody in your room, imagining the look you’d give him right now. Followed by a defeated sigh. It’s not productive or fair to direct this at him, it’s not his fault exactly. “...Are you still busy with work?” 

You hear soft rustling through the phone while he’s talking. 

“Mm… yeah, I have to fill in, since another Lieutenant quit.” He seemingly pops something into his mouth and chews as he hums and keeps going, “Everyone’s working more, not just me. Don’t worry…”

“...I’m not wo-”

“General Pipsqueak.”

“...”

“...”

“... I’m hanging up.”

Caleb barks with laughter, you can practically see him shake his head in amusement. He can’t even see you, but you still try to suppress your smile. You can’t help the way the corners of your lips twitch in response to the sound of his laughter.

Neither of you hangs up. 

Obviously. 

A faint sizzle reaches your ears. He’s probably cooking. Cutlery clinks together faintly in the background of the call. “Are you also coming to the reunion?” He asks, his mouth half full, probably sneaking ingredients as he’s cooking. A habit he never outgrew. 

You hum softly in response. Did you really want to see all these people from high school? Sure there are people you missed, friends you haven’t spoken to in a while. But also… others. “...I don’t know… Are you going?” You roll onto your side, letting your gaze run over your own room, pausing at a framed picture of you and Caleb together. Pursed lips slowly curling into a small smile as your gaze softens. You did miss your boyfriend. A little. 

“Well… I’d go if you’re going, it seems like it would be fun. But you don’t seem so sure… what’s wrong? Someone my lovely general doesn’t want to see?” 

You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile, bringing the phone closer to your mouth, “I hope you accidentally get cilantro in your dish.” 

A dramatic gasp cracks through the phone. “...why… would you even say that to me…?” You can’t help but laugh softly. The sound of his laughter makes you miss him even more now.

“But yeah, I don’t know. I think I’ll go… if you’re coming with me. I don’t want to go alone.” You murmur your reply, a bit absentminded as you think of all the people you’d see and interact with. It’s quiet on the other line for a little while. 

“...Of course, let’s go together. You and me.” 

“Okay.” You reply in a rare soft tone. Then you perk up as an idea pops into your head, “And we’ll wear like… lowkey matching outfits.” You stand up and shuffle over to your closet, thinking of your own potential outfits and what sort of clothes Caleb owns that would match yours.

“Mhm. Of course.” 

You smile in response to his obedience. He really is the sweetest… always going along with your ideas and wishes. “Heehee… I like you like this the most.” 

“Oh, You like me?” Caleb teases softly through the phone, probably with a big dumb grin on his face.

You narrow your eyes at the picture in your room. “...I’m hanging up.”

“No wait-”

When you arrive at the location, a lot of people are already there. You greet a few as you pass them by, looking around a bit, trying to spot that familiar tuft of brown hair you know so well… and haven’t seen in a while. You had declined his offer to bring you to the event, you wanted to surprise him with your outfit. But hearing that familiar laughter nearby makes your heart pound a bit faster. Following the sound, some old classmates part slightly to let you squeeze through and you come to see the back of his head. 

Next to someone else. 

You’re about to call out to him happily when that ‘someone else’ puts her hand on his arm, giggling. 

You freeze. 

Your heart sinks. 

What the… Your eyebrows furrow slightly, even while you’re trying to school your face into a neutral expression. As Caleb laughs he shifts his stance, subtly letting her hand fall from his arm. While he looks around with a tight smile he finally spots you, and gives a big and genuinely excited smile. He walks towards you immediately. You force a smile, still wrestling with your own emotions inside, and also start walking towards him. But when he opens his arms wide and squeezes you into a bear hug, your worries slowly get pushed back into your subconscious. Melting against him slightly, you wrap your own arms around his waist and squeeze strongly, making him give a small strained groan. 

During the hug, this mystery woman slowly stalks away. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. You feel your eye twitch slightly so you blink and quickly look away, opting to just ignore it and instead start snuggling into Caleb’s warm broad chest.

You pull back after a few moments and he gently reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his gaze roam your face. He puts on a sad, nostalgic look, “Wow… you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He suddenly says, with a sad melancholy tone. Rolling your eyes with an amused huff you push him gently. He stumbles back a little and lets his gaze roam over your outfit appreciatively “Hey! Oh wow… look at you… all dolled up. You look amazing!” 

Turning up your nose slightly, you declare proudly, “yeah… a doll you can’t afford”, not resisting the smile forming on your lips when his soft chuckle reaches your ears. You grab his hand and squeeze it gently, “We’re matching~” you point to the coordinated colors of your clothes and Caleb follows your finger, nodding when he sees it. “Oh yeah, you said we would lowkey match.” 

While you two catch up with your high school buddies, he wraps his arm around your shoulders casually . It’s pretty stuffy in this restaurant they chose, especially since a lot of people accepted the invitation. The staff pushed several tables together for everyone. You lean in further against Caleb, happily chatting with your old friends. You’re glad you came, it’s good to see them all again. And so far the night has been pretty good. You continually push that short gut-wrenching moment down by force. 

“Wait, what do you mean?” You sit up, staring at your friend. She nods excitedly. 

“Whoa. What! Wait… No way.” You reply, looking between her and her outstretched hand, a big shiny gem shining on her ring finger. As the two of you lean closer to inspect it shortly, you nearly bump heads with Caleb. “Wow…” you absentmindedly knock on the wooden table. Caleb follows. “It’s so pretty! I’m so happy for you!” You squeeze her hand affectionately. 

When you let her hand go and she keeps telling you about the proposal and how it happened, a large hand seeks yours out. You cast a short glance at Caleb. Just to make sure he’s alright. He absentmindedly plays with your fingers as you continue to listen and gush with your old friends. You don’t miss the endeared look he shoots your way. He’s so obvious. 

The night is a bit colder than expected. Your own thin jacket doesn’t help a lot, so you pull his jacket closer over your body as you stand outside of the restaurant. 

You had to get some fresh air, calming your senses as there is too much going on inside. Caleb wanted to come along, but you insisted on going alone. Of course he didn’t let you go without his jacket, shrugging it off immediately. Insisting on it. 

“...such a dummy…” you mutter to yourself, pulling the jacket closer with a small tender smile. You sink into a small crouch, right behind the stairs leading out of the restaurant. Maybe this will hide you a bit from the cold winds. You snuggle deeper into his warm jacket with a secret happy grin hidden in your freezing hands.

The door to the restaurant opens. Now instead of a short respite, you get to hear an interesting conversation take place nearby. Faint clicks of a lighter and a big exhale. When you look up from your little hiding spot, you see the faint smoke dissipate into the cold night air. Two people lean against the railing, their backs turned to you. You retract a bit further into yourself, your senses zoning in on the two voices above. 

“Isn’t he… like… taken?” 

“I have eyes. I can see that.” 

“So…” 

“I don’t care.”

“Huh?”

“I said I don’t care… How long have they even been together? A few weeks?”

“I don’t know… maybe a month? I mean they always seemed close, though.”

“Exactly. What even is a month.. Like…” 

You feel your eye twitch in response. And your hands slowly rise to press over your mouth, subconsciously hiding your breathing. There is no fucking way. 

“I mean… you could try, I guess?” 

“Yeah, what’s the harm? It’s not like it's illegal to talk to him.” 

“True.. Also he was hitting on you! Like why did he try to make you laugh like that?”

“Right?!” 

You’ve heard enough. 

You stand from your hiding spot slowly, and walk around the staircase. As you start slowly ascending the stairs, not a single word is uttered, not a single glance shot her way. The two women fall silent awkwardly, probably stunned by your sudden appearance. Caught red handed. With a shaky hand and clenched jaw, you open the door into the restaurant, all the chattering spilling out onto the deadly quiet porch. You close it, as softly as you can. As softly as your anger ebbing below the surface allows you to. 

Slowly walking back to your seat at the table, Caleb spots you and gives a big smile. “Heyy, pipsqueak.” He, of course, notices the slight change in your demeanor and adjusts his tone accordingly. “What’s wrong?” He starts to stand up but you push him back into his seat. You snake into yours right next to him and sniffle slightly, rubbing your cold hands together. “It’s so cold outside~” And to tease him and to turn the attention away from you, you bring your cold hands dangerously close to his jawline and he squirms away with a surprised laugh and a lighthearted “Hey!”

You narrow your eyes affectionately when he takes your hands in his, subtly saving himself, and trying to warm you up. His larger hands envelop yours with tender love and care.

The jealousy gnaws on your stomach all night, even when you get to his place in Skyhaven. It eats you up from the inside. But you try to push the feeling down. It’s not healthy, you tell yourself. 

Even as Caleb sweetly tucks you in with a soft kiss to your temple… the feeling won’t go away. You stay up and toss and turn in your sleep. Huffing slightly in anger you kick the sheets off. 

You want to see Caleb. 

Caleb awakes from his slumber, but it’s still dark outside. He blinks awake slowly, feeling multiple strange sensations at once. Instinctively he tries to move his hands, but the loud metal clinks on his headboard like a gunshot in the quiet room and pulls his wrists back harshly. He blinks and tries again in his drowsy half-awake state. The metal is unyielding. Furrowing his eyebrows he lets his gaze wander around the room, only softly illuminated by the moonlight above, casting a gentle shine on his room. And you. 

…You?

Your weight presses his hips down into his own mattress. Shaking his head gently to wake himself up, he blinks down at you, confused. While he’s blinking at you a few times, you hold his gaze with a quirk of your eyebrow. Then he lets his head fall back into the pillow, muttering sleepily. 

“Hey.” You gently slap his cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze finds yours once more as the sleep lingering on his brain like a weighted blanket slowly lifts, then realization shines in his deep violet eyes. He jolts and squirms, trying once again to get up. The handcuffs don’t let him get too far. His legs shift and he feels a velvety material wrapped around his ankles, keeping his legs spread embarrassingly wide. 

You tilt your head at him, observing the way he’s slowly and finally waking up. “Hi~” you greet him sweetly. Your tone is sickly sweet in fact, never a good sign. 

He shakes his head again and lifts it, his sleepy gaze finding yours. “Y/n?” He asks hoarsely, his voice raspy and deep from his sleep. He can tell something is wrong. Of course.

Leaning this way and that way, you start to tug off your pyjama shorts, throwing them in his face carelessly. Perhaps a bit harder than necessary. You situate yourself on his hips again, shifting to really feel his still soft dick press right between your folds, against the flimsy fabric covering you. Sighing softly, you experimentally roll your hips, trying to grind against him slowly. His breath hitches in response, surprised. The metal clinks against the headboard again. He shakes his head gently to try and get your pyjama shorts off. He manages to free one eye only. His chest moves noticeably as his breathing starts to deepen. His eye locked on your body on top of his. 

“Y/n… what are you-? …Untie me.”

You chuckle breathlessly at his shaky voice, hips stilling for a short moment “...No.” 

After giving your curt answer, you go back to grinding on his obviously growing bulge. The soft cotton of his sweatpants feels so good against your skin, you want to feel it more. Bracing your hands on his stomach, you press yourself down a little harder, making his breath stutter in response. He shakes his head a little more, getting your discarded shorts off him finally. The tantalizing view of you on top comes back into view. He feels himself relax slightly at the sight of you.

He helplessly watches your clothed mound rub against him, an annoying amount of layers between you. Barring you from him. The panties you’re wearing were one of his favorites. He’d spotted them a few times when he volunteered to do your laundry. His eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your core slowly start to soak the fabric covering it. He swallows deeply, his eyes never leaving the growing damp spot. “...Please.” 

You pause your sensual ministrations and start to lean forward. And Caleb actually smiles in relief. Only for you to cover his eyes with two hands, leaning your head on top of them. He whines in protest right against your jawline. Your scent envelops his senses, invading his nostrils as he inhales deeply. Fuck. He loves this perfume on you. 

The new position doesn’t make it easy to grind on him, but you keep going, breathing softly. “Hah… did you not hear me? I said no.”

Feeling your soft chest pillow against his, feeling your weight pressing him down into the mattress? It’s almost too much. Especially when he feels the heat of your core so close to his throbbing length. Dying to bury itself inside of the invitingly warm sheath. He can’t even touch you, squeeze your lush body above his, caress your sweet spots. To help you get more pleasure. It’s not right. 

He should be of use to you.

His hands twitch and tighten into fists. “...Untie me.” He tries again, swallowing deeply, shrouded in darkness from your hands covering his eyes. He feels your hair tickle his skin here and there, making him shiver slightly. 

“If you ask again, I’ll leave you here, leaking and tied up.” Your unamused voice reaches his ears, making him swallow nervously. He is treading a fine line between wanting to obey to make you happy and to fulfill his own deep desire to be of service.

“No… please, no. I’m sorry.” He quickly tries to get your forgiveness. He can’t stand you being mad at him, his heart can’t bear it. He presses a few desperate kisses to your jawline blindly. Sighing against your skin when you start moving again. This is bad. It’s really bad for him. Dangerous, even. 

Your softened voice now skims right against his ear, “You… You didn't miss me the way I missed you.” 

“...Huh?” He breathes out in confusion, the sensation of you practically humping his fully grown erection making his head spin, unable to concentrate. 

“You heard me.”

Lifting your hands from his eyes, he blinks at the loss of contact. Now, instead your hands are tugging on his pants, pulling them down shamelessly. The soft cotton slides down his body and reveals his black briefs, his dick noticeably straining against the last layer of fabric. So desperate to be freed. When you run your finger along the length, it twitches against your fingertip in response. 

“I… I did! I did miss you. A lot. …What do you mean?” He asks softly, his chest heaving. So desperately trying to concentrate on what’s got you so upset, but your clever fingers playing with his sensitive body don’t help his helpless case at all. 

“Not in the way that I missed you, it seems.” You respond coldly, a twinge of sadness peeking through. “So, this is your punishment.” You reach up past his head to tap the handcuffs keeping his wrist adamantly tied to the headboard. “Only good boys get to touch.”

“I’m good!” He protests weakly. “I’m… I’ve been good.” following shortly after, now seemingly unsure. He takes a deep shaky breath. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You tell me.”

“Y/n, please.” He seeks out your gaze, desperate. 

“...”

You lift his shirt while sneaking your hand up to his broad chest, circling the areolas of his pecs softly, nails poking into the soft flesh gently here and there. He squirms slightly in response, his breath hitching again. You tug on his right nipple slowly, as it's poking up so invitingly. He arches his back slightly, pushing his chest further into your hands. The way you’re mercilessly playing with his sensitive spots - you’re really upset. 

“You didn’t miss me.”

“No! I missed you so much… I wanted to see you so bad.”He starts with a soft and tender tone, trying to sound as genuine as possible. “I was so happy when I saw you.” He is being sincere after all. 

You bite your lower lip slightly. The reassurance feels good, soothing the jealous rage storming inside of you. But it’s not enough. 

Scooting back, you reach into his briefs and fish out his throbbing length quickly, making his thighs tense in surprise. A surprised noise leaves his lips. He lifts his head and watches, his eyes fixed on your hands. They widen when he sees the same hands pull aside your soaked panties, aligning his member with your entrance. “A-Ah- Y/n?” He stutters out, so excited at the idea of making love, but still confused as to why you’re upset with him. 

You observe his face smugly, letting his already leaking head part your folds and run through them, soaking it further with your own essence. His breath hitches again, his chest heaves. Fuck, it’s so hot, so good. He really wants to be inside of you. His eyes remain fixed on his own dick, his heart pounding in his chest. You’re wet already. So wet. Heat pools in his stomach at the feeling, at the erotic sight. At the subtle pride swelling in his chest.

“Hm? You wanna stick it in?” You ask in amusement, lips curling into a teasing smile. 

He dares to glance up at your expression, “...Please.” 

You don’t move, keeping your gaze on him challengingly. 

He racks his worked up brain for a way to appease you. “I… I really did miss you. Please, believe me.” His hands find each other, intertwining as they squeeze slightly.

You waste no time, starting to inch down on his length, hissing in pleasure at the generous girth, stretching your pussy open. Since you’re already soaked, it makes him slide in with surprising ease too. Especially after not doing any foreplay.- Caleb’s favorite way to pass the time. 

Caleb’s stuttery breath reaches your ears, his eyes never leaving the place where you intertwine. His eyebrows furrow further, his chest heaving. It really feels incredible. Soft velvety walls wrapped snug around his throbbing length. So warm. So wet. So good. He can’t look away, he doesn’t want to. Even knowing that this erotic sight will be his demise.

You experimentally grind your hips on his, feeling the way his thick member reaches all the places that need to be reached with ease. You grin and throw your head back a little, brushing back your hair. “Haah… I’ve waited so long for this.” Caleb whines helplessly in response to your words. “Feel good?” You ask in amusement, tilting your head curiously at him. Your fingers start dancing up his clenching stomach and up to his chest, tugging at his hardened nipples. 

He lets out a high pitched whine, his back arching. Nodding quickly, closing his eyes when he lets his head fall back onto his pillow. Why did you have to look so cute and sexy at the same time, it’s not fair at all. His breathy voice is like music to your ears. “So good. Yes, so good. Fuck, thank you.” 

You quirk an eyebrow again. Now he’s even thanking you? How cute. 

A loud clank takes your attention away from him and to his wrists, desperately trying to free themselves again. You brace your hands on his chest and hook your feet onto his muscular thighs. The new angle makes you hit your own gspot with ease. Your breath hitches as you start riding him, using him for your own pleasure. Instead of bouncing, you grind. What do you care if he feels good? He’s the one flirting with other women. 

Lewd squelching and passionate moans fill his otherwise quiet bedroom in the middle of the night. He just takes it, even if he wishes he could touch you. The desire to hold you, to pleasure you, to help or assist you is too strong. He feels a little useless like this. But… he’s happy to be of use, even like this. Seeing the way you’re using his dick like a real life dildo… he nearly becomes jealous over his own body. 

Nothing beats the sight of this. He loves seeing you enjoy yourself. Unashamed in taking what you want from him, whatever you need. He’s happy to provide it, for as long as you’d decide to. Especially if he can remain in this comforting snug hug forever.

The closer you get, the further your pussy constricts around his girth, squeezing him tightly, making his breath stutter desperately. He can’t even reach out to squeeze his own base, to desperately stave off his impending orgasm. All he can do is just take it. Your moans grow a little higher in pitch, become breathier, more arousing. His own testicles tighten up in response to your erotic moans. He has to close his eyes and turn away, the sight of your body undulating on top of him will make him finish too soon. He wants you to feel good for as long as possible. 

A hand quickly shoots to his throat, squeezing it slightly, warningly. His eyes shoot open, wide and surprised. His gaze finds yours. 

“Don’t fucking look away from me. Am I that-” You bite your own lip. You click your tongue in disappointment and look away, eyebrows furrowed. Droplets of sweat glistening on your temple. A sense of desperation and dread chills him to the bone. Before he can explain, you speak up again. 

“...Why did you flirt with her?”

Caleb blinks in confusion. His disadvantaged state becomes even worse when you start bouncing your hips on top of his, taking in his length over and over again. Your gummy walls sucking him in deeper with each thrust, fluttering around him. Fuck. He’s so done for. It feels too good. Lewd slapping of skin fills his ears, the muscles in his body clenching and flexing with each moment he tries to wrench his body under control. 

“W-what?” He tries, stuttering out between obscene slapping of skin against skin.

“Huh?” You reply, mockingly. Your hand tightens around his throat. 

He gasps. “Ah! Haah… W-who?”

“That woman.” You reply, panting. “At the restaurant.” Teetering on the edge, you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes tightly. Your hand subconsciously squeezes tighter around his throat, the other coming up to squeeze his pec into your palm. An erotic breathy sigh leaves your plush lips amidst the impromptu interrogation. 

His breath hitches as the blood flowing to his brain slowly gets cut off, making him sway. The feeling of your pussy getting even wetter around his length, soaking him in your slick essence doesn’t help at all. You’re dripping so profusely. His vision blurs. Barely being able to spot the white ring forming around the base of his cock, he squeezes his eyes tightly. Blabbering helplessly he goes, “W-wait. Fuck, fuck, wait. Wait! Fuck- I’m… I’m so close, fuck!” 

You breathe deeply, trying to remain focused. The pleasure seeps into each limb, making your body tense up slowly, getting ready for the sweet impending release. It feels so good. 

But…

Your anger and jealousy don’t let you relax enough. 

You groan in frustration as your orgasm slowly moves out of reach. Even if you force your hips to move faster, even if his choked up cries of pleasure reach your ears and make your clit throb. Clenching your jaw you soon start moving slower, pausing as you take a deep shuddery breath.

“Fuck. …Damn it.” You pant, frustrated. 

You let go of his throat and dig your nails into his other pec. “Explain… hah… Now.”

He sputters and pants deeply, his entire body shaking as he tries to stop himself from cumming inside of your velvety walls. It’s all he can think about. His mind zeroing in on you and you alone. “W-what… what woman?” He rasps, still confused. 

Two fists slam against his chest. Not actually hurting him. But he can tell that you’re very very frustrated and upset, your arms shaking. 

“You’re about to piss me the fuck off, Caleb.” 

Uh oh. He racks his brain. What woman were you talking about? Who was at the restaurant? He didn’t flirt with anyone- 

Oh.

Oh.

“Y/n. Listen to me, please.” 

You hold his gaze, clearly hurt. 

“I did not flirt with her. I’m not interested in anyone but you. You know that.” 

You hold his gaze still, eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

“You know that.” He repeats, reassuringly. 

“Then why… was she all over you before I arrived. What happened?” You sit up and cross your arms defensively.

What a strange situation to be in. His dick deep inside of you, his arms and legs tied and you were riding him stupid mere moments ago. But you can’t relax until you’ve resolved this issue or misunderstanding. 

Deep down, you just want to be reassured. 

“I did not flirt with her.” He repeats, trying to seek out your gaze again. “I don’t even remember her name. Trust me. She appeared in that little circle we were in and just tried to talk to me. But I didn’t even- I wasn’t-” He stammers, tumbling over his words as he’s so passionate about trying to make you understand. 

“Please untie me. …I want to hold you.” 

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“Jerk.” 

“Y/n.” He puts on his gentle tone, reassuring and warm. “No one… could ever take me away from you.” He, once again, tries to reach out but his hands are still tied. “...No one.” He repeats sincerely. 

Another exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Perhaps you’re being too harsh on him. Maybe… The signs seemed to be there. Him shifting so her arm falls, him immediately coming to you, the way he never even casted another glance her way. Maybe her friend and her were misinterpreting his natural charm and friendly nature. You lie down on top of him, your head on his heaving chest. Listening to the racing heartbeat under your ear makes you feel a little bad for him. He’s so cute. 

“Your heart is racing.” You state softly. 

“Of course it is. I’m with the person I adore.” He replies with a tender chuckle. He just sees the top of your head now on his chest. A cute sight. But he really wants to hold you. He suppresses a whine. 

You give a soft sigh. He’s so silly. So cute. You like him so much. 

“I’ll kill you if you flirt with other people.” 

“I know.” 

“Good.” You take a deep breath and sit up. “Now… where were we?” His relieved expression comes into view and you find yourself smiling in response. Reaching down towards his face, you grab his chin and pull it a little closer, your own lips dangerously close to his. His eyes immediately drop to your lips, fixated. You bring up your other hand to cover his eyes and finally press your lips to his, slowly and sensually. Taking the time to feel the connection between the two of you. 

He tries to pour all of his love, devotion and care into the slow move of his lips against yours. He sighs in relief into the kiss. He’s just glad he could mend this misunderstanding. He never wants to be a source of hurt for you.

Inevitably the kiss turns more heated. Tensions rise. You stop covering his eyes and grab his face with two hands, keeping him closer. He obliges, of course. The handcuffs clank against the headboard still. You giggle into the kiss and lean down to put your forehead on his jawline. “Stop trying to get out of your restraints.” 

He chuckles with you, leaning his head against yours, his eyes sparkling with love as he presses a soft tender kiss to your bare shoulder. “Why? I’m being wrongfully detained.” 

You chuckle again. “I’ll detain you for whatever reason I want.” Smiling, you brush your lips along his jawline, feeling his breath hitch again. You don’t resist the urge to nibble there in the slightest. Putting one hand on his chest, you feel his heart start to pick up the pace further. Pounding against your palm. 

“I-is that so?” He stammers, his resolve weakening with every second he feels your mouth on his body, your hand on his chest, and still sheathed inside of the warm snug walls of your entrance. 

“Mhm.” Is all you say, slowly moving your open mouthed kisses from his jawline down his neck. His dick twitches inside of you, feeling slightly neglected. 

“...Want me to keep going?”

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

So you do. His overly enthusiastic consent spurs you on even more. You sit up, pushing his shirt further up to pool at his collarbone. Resting your hands on his chest. Squeezing his pecs. You hook your feet into his muscular thighs once more and begin to move. Alternating between grinding and bouncing, you find a good steady rhythm. The erotic squelching fills the room again, followed by harmonizing moans of pleasure and deep connection. Your breathing deepens as does his. 

He feels his own toes curl, desperately trying not to finish right away. He wants to drag this out as long as possible. So he rasps out a “You can grind, it’s okay. I like it.” Making you tilt your head at him with a smile. “Ha… whatever you say, baby.”

He whines helplessly in response. Calling him pet names? While he’s deep inside of you, being used for your pleasure? “Fuck… you’re so mean.” 

You laugh breathlessly in response, and decide to be merciful, grinding in a way that feels best to you. Your chest bounces slightly with each shift of your hips, cheeks flushing from the exertion, your breath deepening. Your hands squeeze his pecs harder as you let your head fall, hips grinding faster and faster. Your clit pressing right into the happy trail. Over and over again. Making your pussy start to constrict harder and harder around his girth. His hand squeeze tightly in the handcuffs, fingers digging into his palms. 

His hips start to move too, trying to shift up into you. Even if all of his limbs are tied, he wants to make you feel good. And it rewards him with shuddery sighs and moans that slowly become higher in pitch. Heat pools in his stomach, the sight of you, happy and in pleasure fills him with a deeply seated love and adoration. It’s a heady feeling. Fuck. He adores you.

You chuckle breathlessly, starting to feel your mind zeroing in on your own pleasure. The room around you starts to fade in and out of your awareness. “Hah… trying to help?” Caleb nods desperately. “Too bad.” 

You reach down and start to circle your own clit, making his heart throb desperately. His hands twitch. But he’s defenseless against the way your pussy starts to flutter around his length immediately. His feet shift in the sheets, as much as they can, and his body starts to squirm. The familiar tingle on his spine makes him freeze up, gasping softly. “Fuck! I’m- I’m close. It’s… fuck, it’s coming!” Followed by a helpless whimper. 

You feel his dick twitch helplessly in your walls and you circle your clit at a steady pace, your hips undulating on top of his faster. You squeeze his pec with your other hand tightly, teetering on the edge now. 

Then you feel him let out a long helpless groan while he cums. The feeling of the hot spurts of his come within you, the circling of your own clit, and the feeling of his length bumping against your gspot all make you tense up. Creaming around his length as your pussy flutters rhythmically. Loud shuddery sighs and moans leave your trembling lips. Caleb whimpers helplessly in response, his sensitive dick getting cornered in your walls, spurting weakly the last of his release. 

You shudder after the waves of pleasure come and go. Afterwards you flop down unceremoniously onto his chest, making him groan in surprise. Only exhausted but happy panting fills the room now. Caleb speaks up first. “I love you.” 

You answer with a happy hum, still catching your breath. “Hm… I love you too.” You lift your head and gently wipe at his sweaty face with an affectionate smile, your fingertips softly swiping along his face. His eyes don’t leave yours, deep abiding devotion shining in them. “Are we okay?” He asks carefully, hopefully.

You hum affirmatively and lean in to press a short peck to his plush lips. “Seems like it was just a little misunderstanding.” He sighs in relief. 

Then his smile transforms into a mischievous smirk, “Well… maybe I need to create more misunderstandings in the future, if I get to experience this again.”

You pinch his nose and laugh breathlessly. “I’ll kill you dead where you stand.” 

[s4toryuu]

please watch me | xavier — shen xinghui

kinktober day 12 — reqs open! (no restrictions)

tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, eventual mutual masturbation, sex pollen trope but it’s protocores (on xavier’s part), hella dirty talk, shy but desperate !xavier, a little humiliation kink, whiny!xavier, sub!xavier, kinda very dom!reader, afab!reader, handjob, talking kink (?), xavier begs, a little cunnilingus at the end… that’s about it I think…

a/n: this was pure smut :D it’s ovulation week :D

xavier calls your name as he enters your apartment unannounced. you yelp out from the sofa and stick your head up from your laying position to view the door.

“hi, xav!” you beam at him. he walks to you and crashed onto you over the back of the sofa, not even bothering to walk around it. you giggle. “um, I missed you too?”

xavier groans. “today was so… hmp…” he huffs, complaints unable to escape from his lips. you figure it could be a old habit from his royal status back home. he buries his head into your chest, going a little low into the valley of your breasts. but you find it adorable.

“aww, did someone have a tough day hunting?” you caress his hair. he nods and he scoots up to bury his face into your jaw. it tickles.

“you…” he breathes. “smell so good…” he kisses where his lips reach your neck.

“that tickles.” you giggle at the sensation. he groans breathily, moving to press his chest against yours and look up at you.

“why do you smell so good..?” he asks, looking up at you. there’s a glaze over his eyes. it looks familiar.

“do I?” you’re genuinely confused, as nothing about your fragrance products or soaps have changed. xavier leans down to sniff your neck again, this time a quiet whine escaping his lips. you grab his face to look at his eyes. “did you encounter a weird protocore again?”

xavier doesn’t respond and instead stares at your lips. you figure that he did encounter a weird protocore. he starts breathing faster and you notice him swallow thickly. “i think.. I need you right now.” he states, staring at your lips.

“what?”

“I, um.. yeah. I was warned about special protocores… um, I’m sorry… I had the most contact with it.” he rambles. “I feel… sensitive.” he pulls away from you.

you’re taken aback, as he’s usually composed regarding this manner. “xavier…”

“I’m sorry.. but could you… do me a favor?” he asks timidly. his cheeks are a deep red and it spreads to his ears. you feel their warmth.

“sure.” you say softly. he’s on top of you, supporting himself to look up at you with his palms at your sides.

“could you just,” he looks away. “just… watch me?” he blurts out timidly. his shyness reaches you and you feel your face warm up.

“watch you?” you swallow thickly. “watch you do what?” you know what he means, but you decide this situation is amusing.

frankly you find it incredibly erotic; his shy plead for something as simple as watching him masturbate. xavier has quite the dual demeanor, in bed and everyday. for some reason right now he’s a mixture of both, which you find endearing and extremely entertaining.

xavier bites his lip. you can tell he’s trying to avoid saying what he wants explicitly. “I’m feeling a little… excited? I want you to watch me.. take.. care of it…” his face is flushed deeply now. you’re not satisfied with his answer.

“take care of what, xavier?” your fun starts here and you try to hide your smirk.

“please.” he interrupts you. “please watch me masturbate.” he looks up at you and his eyes are glassy. you smile, deciding between working him up more or letting him have it.

you decide the former. “and how are you gonna do that?”

xavier frowns and groans. he can’t believe it’s gone to this point, yet the heat in his stomach is an undeniable indicator of his arousal. “please, y/n… i need you to watch me touch my.. cock… I can’t bear it anymore…”

you smirk. “sure, baby.”

xavier wastes no time as he quickly gets up and unbuckles his weapon straps from his thighs followed by pulling his pants off. you push yourself up to sit up against your sofa’s armrest, with your legs still laid in front of you. you watch him intently. he leaves his boxers on and stands in front of you. you look up at him and his eyebrows are knitted upwards. you want to scoff. you realize he wants your approval.

you look down to his crotch. his dick strains against his boxers and you watch it twitch. “you’re so hard, aren’t you?” he nods quickly. “and all you’re asking is for me to watch you? how dirty…” you tease. xavier whines and palms himself. “you can take it off.”

he pulls his boxers down and his hard cock springs out. it bounces and hits his stomach. the tip is pink and swollen, twitching every now and then. his pubic hair is neatly trimmed, but not too short. he pulls the boxers under his balls and he walks closer to you. you hear his heavy breathing and you look up to him.

“fuck, you’re so cute, you know that? just wanting me to watch you touch your cock…” you drift your attention back to his hard member. “are you gonna make yourself cum? is that what you want? you want me to watch you make yourself feel good?”

xavier sighs. “yes—” he finally grabs his cock and starts stroking. he circles his tip with his thumb. you scoff at this, finding it so erotically endearing.

“yeah… fuck…” you mutter to yourself as you watch him stroke his cock. “is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

xavier moans. “yes… I think about you..“

“you think about me?” you smile and he strokes himself faster. “mm,” you hum in approval. “good…”

“hah.. I.. yeah.. please watch me.” he looks up and closes his eyes, seemingly ridiculously turned on by the situation. he walks closer, his shins now touching the couch. his cock inches away from your face.

you give into the stir inside your own stomach, needing to relieve the pressure accumulated in the upper part of your cunt. you press your hand against yourself. “you’re so frustrated, aren’t you? do you feel good like this?”

“yes…” he whines again. “mmhm… I like it when you watch me… I like it so much…” he pants and he looks down again, to see you rubbing yourself outside your clothes. “are you.. do you enjoy this?”

“yes.”

“p-please… let me see you.. I want to see you…” xavier softly groans into the air as you keep your eyes on his cock.

“tell me what you want to see. use your words, baby.” you press yourself harder and he slows his hand.

“y/n.. I want to see your pussy… is your clit swollen from watching me? I want to see it, please…” you watch his hand grip himself tighter at the base. you curse and strip your bottoms, not even noticing the long string of your slick until it bends and lands on your knee from the long stretch. xavier curses.

he bends down to pull your knee and spin you to sit properly. you close your legs instinctively, and he kneels in front of you.

“y/n, please…” his eyes are still impossibly glassy and the flush from his face has dripped down to his chest. his neck is satin from a slight sweat. you let him part your knees. he kneels in front of you, staring at your pussy. his cock is on display as he leans back on his heels.

you look down to your own core. it’s glazed with your wetness; and it tickles as it runs down to your perineum and you clench your cunt to relieve some pressure.

“you’re so wet.. agh..” xavier strokes himself again, eyebrows still furrowed, staring at your cunt. “fuck…” he leans closer to your heat, then looking up at you. “you smell so good…” he twists his fist at his tip, now wet with precum. “aughnn, y/n… I feel so good…” he leans on his heels again, cock and thighs on display for you.

you watch him become entranced with your body. youve never seen him like this, and your shock comes from an intense arousal. he’s so desperate and whiny, truly hypnotized by your body…

you bring three fingers down to your entrance and coat it with yourself. you pull your fingers apart in front of xavier’s face, and he cries out a moan. “open.” you say and xavier opens his mouth. “so obedient…” you chuckle and xavier wraps his lips around your fingers. “oh… you’re so—good.” you pull it out and it’s clean apart from xavier’s spit. you curse under your breath as you admire it.

you can’t help but lick it off too, placing your fingers in your mouth as you taste the mixture of your wetness and xavier’s saliva before rubbing your clit…

“oh.. i’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna cum…” xavier pants. he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

you rub yourself faster, slipping your other hand in your shirt to play with your nipples. you prop one leg up and focus on your clit, enjoying the audience and the view. “yeah? you liked this that much? are you gonna cum for me, xavier?” you pant out as you chase your own high.

xavier nods messily. he shuts his eyes and strokes himself fast before grabbing your hand and licking your fingers. he looks up at you as he sucks your slick off again, still stroking his leaky cock with the other hand. he’s whining into your digits before nibbling on a fingertip. “mmghm..!” he moans into your finger and tries to keep his eyes open.

his eyebrows twitch and you feel warmth spurt on your inner thigh and knee… “oh… hah.. you’re cumming so much, aren’t you? mm..” you watch his cock pulse and twitch as he uses his grip on your hand for leverage. his cum is a perfect viscosity; leaking out generously after his initial shots.

“mhm…” he moans shakily. he tries to catch his breath, but you grasp your hand away and move it back to rub your clit. you focus it on the underside, rubbing it side to side.

“xavier…” you moan his name and he watches you again. “angh… I’m gonna cum too…”

“yes… please. make yourself cum.. I want to see you cum too…” he says so obediently that you feel almost aggressive. you push the back of his head to direct his face into your pussy. he instinctively licks and laps at your soaking cunt and you cum when he sucks your clit gently.

your orgasm washes over you like a wave, moaning into the air as xavier grabs your thighs to keep himself between your legs. he licks up all of your juices and your legs shake. you mutter curses as you relax into the sofa. you push xavier’s head away to prevent overstimulation. he wipes off your click from his chin with the back of his hand.

you catch your breaths and he sits next to you.

“what the hell was that protocore..?” you whisper jokingly.

—

rb for more sub xavier

not really proofread… but hope you enjoyed! my reqs are open teehee

[its-toofuu]

ummm.....

[princesspeachi3]

don’t i taste just like candy?

your first makeout session with him mdni. suggestive+nsfw content. wc: max 1.5k each <3

content: afab!reader/mc. xavier - almost getting caught+dry humping potential if you squint, rafayel - semi-public kissing+mc using raf’s thigh, zayne - mc taking the lead+pathetic, scared (in an erotic way) zayne who’s eager to follow, sylus - pollenated kissing+references to dirty dreams, caleb - mc being angry=hate-kissing+swearing+basically dry humping

a/n: this took too long to complete. and i wrote too much for each li despite this being my first multihc so what did i expect!! anyway, i hope you all enjoy, pls lmk what u think! this may just be the first and last time i do this LMAO. did my best to stay in character but yk. tell me. like should i never write another li again NJNSJNS (pls..i have a snowapplemc fic in the works. pls)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ xavier

You’re not meant to be doing this right now, not here at least. People are still around - and not just any people, but your own coworkers and higher ups. This is so incredibly wrong, you know you shouldn’t be doing this, but falling into Xavier is something you’ve never been able to resist.

This time is even more precious though. There’s more of him you’re discovering. Of course, there’s the usual: his warmth, his softness but now there’s hints of roughness. Roughness that you should be discovering anywhere but here.

When he sighs into your mouth, you forget about your worries.

It was meant to be a late night at the Association for you. You’d planned to finish your report and hand it in today, even if it meant being the last one out of the office. You were almost there, there was just a few more pages left to fill in, but then another chair rolled up next to you and soon you were coaxed into taking a well-needed break.

Somehow, this break meant sitting in your boyfriend’s lap and kissing him like you’d never have the chance to again. At your workplace. His one too. The one where you share the same colleagues and report to similar higher ups and have to look at one another with a straight face after this.

It’s quiet in the office, it’s far too dark and there’s only the glow of a few hologram displays nearby that illuminate your knitted figures. Beyond the doors there’s voices, there’s meetings, and here you both are. 

Shivers run down your spine when his fingers skim over it, and heat plummets in you when you consider how close he is to you. This is all too much for your first time kissing him like this, but your hands thread through his soft locks anyway and his other hand grips onto your thigh for support when you tug.

And he’s— God, you can feel how much he loves this. It makes your head spin when you realise how far you’ve gone now, but Xavier’s there to keep you grounded. His fingers press into your back, his palm brushes up your thigh, finds the curve of your silhouette, and you whimper when his tongue meets yours.

It takes your absolute full strength to pull yourself away, your body begs to stay in his embrace, but you know you’re pushing it now. You clear your throat, eyes adjusting to the dark when you whisper, “Xavier, we— I’m not sure if—”

But the words are stuck in your throat when you gaze down at him. Serene blue eyes pierce through despite how heavy-lidded they are, you see the way his lips are coated in a mixture of you and him and his heartbeat can be heard over the cars and civilians bustling just outside.

It’s fast, it’s so unbelievably fast, and that’s all because of you.

Xavier’s chest is heaving, and alongside his heartbeat comes the sound of hushed pants pushing past slicked lips. You've got one arm braced on his shoulder, and he leans into your forearm, seeking your touch. He’s quiet for a moment, just to catch his breath, and finally his voice comes into focus.

“We can stop. I’ll follow your lead.” It comes out in a broken whisper, struggles to find its footing between a steady tone and sweet quietness, and that also sends heat pooling between your thighs. 

You see the eager shine in his eyes, the silent plea that restrains him, and God he’s too pretty. You don’t want to stop— you can’t. You lean back in, and he’s there. His hand stays firm on your back, your thighs keep him in place beneath you and only the sounds of strained whimpers, reverent sighs and chair squeaking float from your cubicle.

You’d started it, really. Xavier had simply stopped by to check in on you, give your mind a rest from battle jargon. He’d slipped you a small kiss, a promise of seeing you soon, but something took over you. You kissed back, a little harder, and he’d been more than keen to reciprocate. 

Tomorrow you’ll blame it on the atmosphere and the thrill of being caught.

No one could blame you though. Xavier had been so sweet and gentle with you thus far, but you knew you were approaching your breaking point. His presence was always too close for you to be able to ignore him - he was on your mind more often than not. Being left alone with thoughts of Xavier meant wondering about the sides of him you hadn’t seen yet.

When he bites on the plush of your lip, you’re grateful that today’s the day you finally get to learn so much more. When you whimper from the delirious sting, his palm kneads into the softness of your ass and coaxes another whimper out of you.

You’re about to whine, to ask him for more - you’re not even quite sure what that may be yet - but the sound of footsteps draw close and soon the door to the office is being opened.

Light breaks through and tears apart the harmonious blacks and blues previously streaked across the room. Heat dissipates from you, your head spins, but you’re alone in your chair now. Xavier’s neatly arranged you back onto your chair, spun you round the right way and hidden himself somewhere.

You make eye contact with the colleague who’s just walked in and give a quaint smile, trying to appear as though your heart rate was completely normal.

You think Xavier’s teleported, but when you roll your chair closer to your desk a hand places itself on your thigh. You jolt at the feeling, and thank the stars above that your colleague is busy at their own desk.

His touch kicks in some sort of survival instinct; you try to subtly re-arrange yourself. You pat down your clothes, glance at the reflection in the monitor and tame stray hairs. It’s probably too late for that, but anything is better than thinking about Xavier’s hand that is… far too close for you to be normal about.

A quick peer under your desk shows you a sight you’re not prepared for.

He’s not even looking at you. He’s not trying to. His eyes are fixated on his hand, the one that rests higher up than it has before. His cheeks are flushed, his ears burn red, and his chest rises and falls in quick succession. He’s beautifully dishevelled and the definition of bliss.

It takes him a moment to realise you’re watching him, and Xavier slowly glances up. There’s a flicker of surprise, like you’d stumbled across a private moment, but it morphs into the sweetest of smiles. One that speaks of innocence and carries a hint of guilt.

When you shut your legs in realisation, he flops his forehead against your knee. Your body jolts, and he places a small kiss in apology.

ଳ⋆˚࿔ rafayel

“You know, I really think it’s unnecessary for you to buy a new outfit everytime you get paint on your clothes.”

“What do you have in mind then, cutie?”

“I don’t know… Maybe try a washing machine, or hand washing them. Or having a set only for when you paint so it doesn’t matter if it gets a bit messy. Maybe even—“

There’s a zipping sound just past the curtain, accompanied by a flurry of movements. “In order to paint, I need to be just like my canvas. Completely clear, brand new, ready to be washed in colours. Besides, I think a certain someone enjoys these little shopping trips, wouldn’t you agree?”

You scoff and cross your arms, scrutinising the figure behind the curtain. Like always, Rafayel had dirtied another pristine white set of his and begged you to accompany him shopping. He should have been perfectly aware you’d be against the trip - it’s not like you bought a new uniform every time you fought a wanderer - but he’d only taunted you and said he’d happily buy you one each time if you asked.

You’d gone round and round in circles, never learning to not make eye contact with a pretty shirt or tailored pants hung on display. He’d always somehow catch on and immediately be adding the piece onto the forever growing pile of clothes in your arms. 

“Why is it that when we go shopping for you, I’m the one who has to carry stuff?” you’d asked.

“I’m too weak to carry them. I’m tired. Isn’t my bodyguard supposed to do this?” He’d replied, not without a flick to his forehead. 

He’s lucky he’s cute.

You have to press your lips into a thin line when you think about his infuriatingly teasing expression - you can’t reinforce this behaviour. It’s not been very long since you started dating, but you think Rafayel already knows his charms work too easily on you. 

“Prepared to be blown away, cutie?”

“Show me what you got.”

In all honesty, you’re not really prepared. He’s styled in a silky white blouse and crisp black trousers, and whilst it’s a colour scheme you’ve seen him in before you’re still getting used to how pretty he can be. The lavender hues of his hair are striking in contrast, the blues and pinks in his eyes beam at you - only ever for you - and blush lips spread into a stupid smirk.

He’s going to be the death of you, and he knows it.

Your eyes drift and catch onto the detailed embroidery neatly displayed on the blouse. A motif of seashells and foam trail over his shoulder, down his chest and wrap around his waist. You don’t remember picking this one, and you’re intrigued. 

“That’s… actually really nice on you.”

Rafayel shakes his head, and pouts at you. “Are you surprised?”

You can’t think clearly, too focused on the intricacies, so you step forward and your hands begin to trace over the embroidery. You skim over the bold print, and learn the neat stitches story. From top to bottom, you admire the little details in it. There’s tiny crabs that scuttle over, specks of fish that waft through and coral that dance beneath your fingertips.

A hand catches your wrist. When you look up from the embroidery, a blushing Rafayel fills your view. He’s looking away, another pout pressing into his lips, and your breath catches. You’re about to apologise, you didn’t realise just how in his space you were. It dawns on you then that you’d been touching him too, the thinness of the blouse hadn’t concerned you in the slightest, oh—

It happens quickly, and you’re disorientated for a second. He’s pulled you into the changing room with him, a small space made for one really. The curtain is drawn behind you, and Rafayel moves from gripping your wrist to lacing his fingers through yours.

His voice is hushed when he says, “If you wanted a feel, cutie, you could’ve just asked.”

You’re floundering through apologies, and he’s quick to shush you. There’s not much room for you here, and he knows it. He takes one—two steps towards you, and you naturally scuffle backwards. Soon your back is pressed against the wall, and Rafayel has you where he wants. His eyes flit between your eyes to your lips.

For the first time since you got here, it’s silent. There’s the bumbling of customers just outside the cubicle, and you can’t help but gulp at the intensity of his eyes. He’s watching you keenly, and you feel hot under his gaze. You’re about to open your mouth, another apology ready to be said, but he disrupts you.

It’s eerily gentle, the way in which he finally speaks. A soft whisper of “Please, can I?” is all it takes for you to abandon any concerns about his feelings. He’s more than fine, you realise.

His pink cheeks speak of want, his eyes sparkle with desire and you’re more than happy to apologise for invading his space with a soft kiss.

It’s wouldn’t be the first time, of course. You’ve kissed him plenty of times before, but something has you questioning if gentleness is all he wants today. You think it’s the lack of room, the way he’s hazily watching you, his open clavicle you’re suddenly too aware of.

The sound of conversation nearby reminds you that you’re in public - what if a worker walked in and questioned the two pairs of shoes peaking from under the curtain?

Still. You can’t deny him because you don’t want to. He’s asked so nicely too; it was rare for him to be polite. That’s the kind of behaviour you should be rewarding.

You respond with a chaste kiss, delicate and sweet as always. It dawns on you, though, that this was the wrong move. Your earlier intuition was right, because soon Rafayel’s hand is pinning your wrist low against the wall. His other hand latches onto your cheek, softly pressed into your skin, and you’re drowning in him. 

It takes a moment for your brain to reboot, but when you’re finally there it’s a quiet match filled with pleasurable sighs and hushed whimpers. He takes the lead and flourishes you in harsh kisses, and your hand struggles to not scrunch into his pretty blouse. 

When his tongue slides into yours, your brain short-circuits and you’re tugging him closer, harder, into you. You can feel him smirk into the kiss, and it sends a wave of lightheadedness floating through.

With each kiss, each pang of dizziness, comes the steady collection of slick between your legs, you gasp. It’s too soon to be feeling like this, yes this was a lot more of a passionate kiss than usual, but it was embarrassing nonetheless. You just hope he hasn’t caught on, because you’re more than aware that you’ll be endlessly teased by him.

He pulls away from you, and a string of saliva connects his lips to yours. He’s panting, and your knees buckle from the heavy look he gives you. You see how quickly Rafayel’s eyes flash with realisation, and he’s caught between a laugh and moan - a ragged sound that has you shuddering. You stare at him helplessly, borderline needy, and he’s nodding and catching you once more.

When he closes in on you again, he purrs into your ear, “I’ve got you, pretty baby.” Any sound you could make from the new name is muffled by his lips reaching yours again. His knee slots perfectly between your thighs, and a quiet moan manages to escape from you at the sudden pressure.

He kisses you again, and again, before pulling away once more.

“Is this okay?” Rafayel asks, and you want to laugh. Instead, you clumsily nod, and his thumb caresses your cheek. His voice is wrecked, his skin hot on yours, and the way he’s still watching you drives you crazy. You can’t help but buck against his knee, the undivided attention overwhelmingly delightful to you, and that…

Rafayel’s eyes flutter watching you. He can’t stay away anymore, and soon he’s back on you. He kisses your mouth, your jaw, your neck, and commits each sound you make to his mind.

He’s definitely buying this shirt.

₊°｡❆ zayne

“Thanks for inviting me out, Zayne. Even if your taste in fusion cuisine is skewed, I had fun.”

“I feel like you’re teasing me. As I recall, someone was perfectly happy trying out my meal. I distinctly remember a few bites missing from my own plate each time I looked away.”

You squint your eyes at him. “Well. It sounds to me like someone doesn’t want a kiss goodbye.”

Zayne laughs, but you're stoic and refuse to break character. You look away and twist your body away from him too. There’s only so much space in the passenger seat though, so this is the most brutal move you can pull as he drives you home.

He calls your name a few times, and you still refuse to speak. It's only when his hand shifts from the gearstick to your thigh that you acknowledge him.

“I’m sorry. It seems I mistook you for a little mouse,” he says, mirthful eyes focused on your figure after pulling up to a traffic light.

You huff and nod earnestly. “That’s right. I would never take your food without asking. Especially not for something so… sweet.”

He smiles softly and moves his hand back onto the gearstick, driving off and closer to your home. It returns back to your thigh, and your hand clasps over it.

That is, until you hear a quiet, “And yet, everything on your plate was clear.”

When you pull his hand off your thigh and softly throw it elsewhere, he apologises endlessly as you refuse to engage.

It’s a quick drive, and you hate it. Even though he can be so mean, you want to spend every second with Zayne regardless. You miss him the moment you’re apart, and you’re not ready to feel that.

The universe clearly doesn’t care though, because the sight of your apartment building sends your heart dropping. You think he feels it too. The air chills ever so slightly, and there’s a lingering silence as the car finally stops. You turn to face him, heart panging when you catch his mournful expression.

“Thank you,” is all that comes from your mouth. If you say goodbye, then you have to leave, and you’re really not ready yet.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then Zayne’s leaning over the console towards you. His voice is full of quiet and wrapped in silk when he murmurs, “It doesn’t have to be a kiss-goodbye.”

“No? What should it be then.”

“…A kiss see-you-later.”

You laugh and he smiles with you, a little meek and pink. Your hands come up and cradle his cheeks, squishing them as your move his head side to side. He doesn’t resist, letting you coo and squeeze him as you please.

“You’re such a romantic. Fine, let’s have a ‘kiss see-you-later’ then.” Your eyes flutter shut as Zayne leans closer. His lips move against yours softly, and one hand come to rest at your nape.

The kiss is sweet, as it usually is. You’ve only ever known tenderness with him. It’s always been that way with Zayne though - his love is quiet but firm. His presence has always been soothing; he’s never been a problem in all the time you’ve known him, only a solution.

Perhaps that’s why tonight you want more.

You’re tentative at first, your hand rising and hesitating before finally settling on his tie. It wraps around the cloth as you feel Zayne about to move away. You know he’s about to ask what’s wrong, but courage takes over and you’re tugging him closer.

You hear surprise as he’s dragged into you. A sudden “mmph” breaks between the sound of slick lips moving together, and that… It’s a sound you’ll remember for the rest of your life. You’re not sure how you’ve ever been able to live without it before.

You want to hear so much more.

Your curiosity about the soft doctor wins, and encourages you to kiss harder, faster, rougher. And Zayne— he only struggles for a second. The change isn’t too much for him, not when he’s spent years fantasising about having you like this.

He’s beyond grateful that you’ve reached this point of comfort with him. After all, there’s nothing more that Zayne wants than to learn everything you like, and help you with whatever you need. Judging by the way your hand tightens against his tie, the quiet whimpers that escape when his tongue slips into your mouth, he understands that you’ve needed this for a while.

—At least he thinks he understands, because any sort of confidence Zayne had in taking the lead from you is banished when you suckle on his tongue, savouring honey and sage as you go. Your lungs burn for air, but you keep a steady pace at licking out any whimper or gasp you can from him.

You’re impressed with how he keeps up with you, he never once tries to pull away from your touch. Your hand comes up to cradle the back of his head and you giggle when you feel the hot tip of his ear sear against your palm as you move past. Zayne simply squeezes his eyes shut, humiliation rolling in waves.

When you disconnect for some air, you finally get to see his flushed pink ears, the slack jaw that shallowly takes in each breath. His shirt’s crumpled from each drag of his tie, pulled taut from your desperation to melt into him, and yet he’s never looked so much like himself. Like Zayne was made to be used as you please.

He slowly gulps, eyebrows twitching as he tries to compose himself. “I—“ He inhales deeply, eyes flitting from your hand that still clutches onto his tie and back to your face. “…That—“

You groan as you slump back onto your seat, and it’s a mixture of pent-up energy and laughter. Zayne eyes you curiously, heart still racing and on edge as he anticipates - hopes for - your next pounce.

Your hand stays fiddling with the end of his tie.

“You’re so cute Dr. Zayne, did you know that?” There’s no earnest teasing or wide-eyed compliment that follows. Instead you watch him carefully, letting each syllable hit hard as they lazily drag past your lips.

You can’t help feeling smug when you see how baffled he is, all twitchy and red in the face.

After a moment of silence, he finally sighs and shakes his head. “You’re… relentless.”

“You’re just realising that?”

You lurch towards him, lips immediately finding his, and It feels deliriously good to be close to him again. For a brief moment, you’re mourning leaving the car - you’re not prepared to return to a life where Zayne isn’t kissing you rough and fast, just like this, but he moans when another whimper leaves you, and your brain short-circuits entirely.

Holy shit.

It’s what makes you jolt forward, your hips fighting against the rigidness of leather beneath you and eager for Zayne to be there instead. Your hand frantically skims on the underside of his tie, reaching the knot. It takes a little fiddling, but your fingers are soon digging in and prying the knot loose.

Everything shifts; your mixed pants grow heavier, needier, and even Zayne’s hands begin to lift and seek a place to clutch. The car’s windows fog, condensed entirely from keen whines and aching groans. Finally, fuck finally , your hands smooth over his burning skin beneath and—

Honk!

You jump away from one another as the sound blares from the car. Your eyes jump from Zayne to the car horn, and when you see his elbow hovering near it you can’t help bursting out laughing.

And Zayne… He’s entirely mortified. He feels the way his skin flushes, the sensation of blood rushing and pooling into his cheeks and ears - but watching you laugh in front of him helps. Perhaps that’s why he laughs with you too.

It takes a while for you both to calm down, the nerves of harsh kisses and loud horns still coursing adrenaline through your beings. Soon, a comforting ambiance of softened pants takes over.

Between shallow breaths, Zayne tries to calmly say, “That was— one way of having a kiss see-you-later.”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice that tries to reason with you, and perhaps coyness should have visited you then, but the sight of the usually collected man before you panting and blushing with his clothes roughed by your very hands was enough to keep it away.

Instead your shoulders shake with laughter, and you shake your head.

“You really are too cute, Dr. Zayne,” you hum, and his ears somehow redden further. “Should I be worried though? Does that mean you didn’t enjoy it?

“On the contrary, I loved it.”

And you’re not sure, but from the look in his eye you have more than enough reason to spend the rest of your night overthinking that statement.

.ִֶָ ♱ ་༘࿐ sylus

You feel a tap against the back of your hand, the one that was busy scrounging into the fabric of your jeans as you rambled, and you look up.

His voice is drips with sweetness, like it always does, when he says, “Take your time, sweetie. Try again.”

You turn your hands over, catching his fingers in your grasp and giving them a squeeze. You’re all too aware that your palm feels sweaty, but Sylus doesn’t pull away and you know he doesn’t care. He just wants to listen, like he always does.

“I—” One breath in, one breath out. “—kept dreaming of these, and you were always there in those dreams. I think it’s because I’ve seen a few of them when we’re out at night. It’s funny, the meaning of them isn’t exactly great but still, I thought you’d like them. I’ve actually been growing and tending them myself. For you.”

You lift his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth knuckles there before swapping your hand out for the bouquet of dark flowers. The veins of his hands pop against the pink silk bow tying the bunch together, and you squirm trying to gauge his reaction.

Sylus doesn’t seem to notice, though. He’s focused on the flowers, and the adoration you’d seen him enter the room with is enhanced tenfold. There’s a sweet glow in the vermillion of his eyes, but the muscles beneath tense ever so slightly.

Perhaps they were too girlish? You cringe upon reflection, gaze fleeing towards the fireplace the two of you are sat before as you ponder. The big boss man who lords over the N109 Zone being gifted pretty flowers was maybe a little too ridiculous.

You rush to save the moment. “They’re called daturas. Apparently they symbolise power, caution and spiritual transformation. Obviously, the power and caution speak for themselves— I swear I didn’t just grow them because I thought they just looked nice. Mm, I guess the spiritual transformation doesn’t quite fit, but—“

His gruff laugh silences you, and the worries you had dissipate right before you. He’s smiling in his arrogant way once more, and you can’t find the stiffness previously etched in his muscles.

Perhaps you were simply in your head about it.

“My soul found yours and I finally felt peace. I’d say that’s rather fitting, wouldn’t you agree? In any case, I like cute things too. If I didn’t, there wouldn’t be a sweet kitten staying at the Onychinus base.”

You can only blink at him with parted lips as his words wash over you. Trust Sylus to take your romantic moment and make it his own.

“So you like them?”

“I do. It’d be rude of me to dislike this bunch when my balcony is already overflowing with all the flowers you’ve brought over.” He tilts his head just behind, but it’s an unnecessary movement. The trails of flowers and the petals that can’t help but detach have been flowing in and out of the room the entire time you’ve been here.

You certainly have left your mark here.

Sylus’s gaze sweeps from you to the daturas still in his hand. He gently whispers, “After all, these ones were specifically tended to just for me,” before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

When you look up, you’re shrouded in him. You’re not sure when the two of you had moved closer together, but the enamoured look on his face has you leaning in for a kiss. You feel shy asking like this, no words exchanged, but he’s always telling you to go for what you want.

You hear him gently lay the flowers beside him before he scoops you onto his lap.

You shriek at the sudden movement, eyes jolting open, but Sylus pays no mind. His hand trails the dip of your waist, and your eyebrows scrunch together ever so slightly at the sudden confidence. You flit between either of his rouge eyes, noting the half-lidded expression, and your heart stutters.

The flames from his fireplace crinkle behind the two of you, and your knees dig into the plush of his rug as your body steadily settles on his lap.

His voiced is hushed, “Did you notice anything when you were caring for the daturas?” His breath fans over your skin, reaches past your neck and tickles the ends of your hairs. You’re on high alert, still adjusting to the sight of Sylus so close to you, and you jolt from the feeling.

His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly - a warning that falls on deaf ears, much like the futile question itself.

Each word was muffled in the haze of the warmth you now share, your mind too busy scrambling and desperately trying to find footing in this shift between the two of you.

Sylus watches you far too intensely the entire time.

Did anything happen? You knew they were toxic so you did your best to wear the necessary protection needed to tend to them. You were thorough in washing your hands after too. Sure, there were times you were somewhat dizzy and had to sit down, but that was all.

Honest.

When you still don’t respond, he continues, “They’re known to be hallucinogens.” His hand engulfs one of yours, dragging it to the curve of his cheek. Sylus presses his cheek into the soft of your palm, eyes fixated on you. “Even the smallest amount of pollen can have an effect. You mentioned dreams of them, and even said I was there.”

His head tilts, and the brush of his lips against sensitive skin tickles ever so slightly. There’s an edge of mirth in his voice when he whispers against your palm, “What were they like, sweetie?”

Ah.

It seems he may know a lot more about daturas than you did.

Residue from the petals you’d been caressing before his arrival sweep over his skin, melting between the point of contact between the two of you.

Your head spins.

On one hand, you’re glad that your keen eye meant you’d stumbled upon Sylus’s favourite flower. A part of you swells with pride at getting that right - they truly were a good gift then. On the other hand, you’re both stepping over a line that has only ever been treaded along. You know exactly what he’s asking, but the teasing tone in his voice tells you you can end this new game now if you’d like.

You’re… not sure if you want to.

A gust of wind billows from the balcony, and the once energetic fire is tamed. With the wind comes the scent of daturas that flutter around your figures. Your body reacts before your mind catches on, and you’re biting his lip between yours and drawing blood.

He groans into your mouth, and only then does a singular thought cut through - this is rougher than how you usually kiss him. You can’t quite remember what usually kissing Sylus means though, because roughly kissing him feels like it’s always been second nature.

Your mind fuzzes and swirls with notes of Sylus’ cologne and sour pollen. The heat of his lips never fades - he’s so warm and close and entirely yours if you’d like.

He meets your pace now, matches the brutality of your lips, and the room echoes of whimpers and groans. You pull on the softness of his hair, your other hand having snuck its way to the nape of his hair. He groans and grips tightly onto your waist, which only makes you gasp and jut forward.

You hear him grit his teeth, restraint oozes out of every fibre in his body, and that only makes you moan. Each brush of his lips and caress of his tongue drives you mad, like there’s a never-ending ache that can’t be satiated even with his touch. Not tonight, at least.

When you reluctantly pull away for air, Sylus huffs a laugh seeing the blooming crimson on your lips. It’s a scratchier sound than usual; his pupils are dilated beyond belief and the creeping realisation that you are the sole reason for his flushed skin sends your mind reeling.

You’re lost in the heat of your desire for him, you don’t think for a second, and suddenly you’re pushing him down. He admires you above him, memorises the way the light is consumed by your dark figure, and merely smirks.

Sat atop him, you snake one hand over his chest. You feel the thrum of his heart beneath your palm. When you slide your hand further up the curve of his neck, you feel the intense spike of his pulse. It dawns on you right then that his arrogance is all for show.

He’s just as lost in you.

Your plant your hands on either side of his head, the marble cool against your palms. You duck down and catch his bottom lip between your teeth once more, and Sylus works to keep up with you. You’re relentless, taking everything he can give you and more.

With each gasp and heavy breath comes the quick inhalation of daturas, and you fall into a never-ending cycle of consuming one another.

. ݁ ❦ ˖ caleb

You try not to sigh as Caleb keeps talking, it’s like he doesn’t even care about being somewhat alert tomorrow. For someone who loves to mention his position as Colonel, often as a meaningless scare-tactic to keep you from snooping where he thinks you shouldn’t, he really didn’t seem to care about actually maintaining the role.

“—And then there was that time you would not stop crying until your dear Caleb came back to you. You were so clingy, though I guess you still are, huh?”

You don’t bother tilting your chin up from the comfy spot you’ve found on his chest. There’s no point responding or making eye contact when he’ll just continue prattling about the old days - and trust, you liked reminiscing just as much as him! - but it’s 1am and you just want to sleep.

“Caleb.”

“Yeah, pips?”

“Go to sleep.”

He shuffles beneath you, jostling your leg that had been perfectly slung over his own thigh. You grumble as you mould yourself back into his side, trying to find the perfect angle in this cuddle pile you’d created.

Perhaps sleepovers in Skyhaven should be off the table until Caleb learns some etiquette.

You hear him tut, an offending sound that resonates in the crisp of his bedroom. You try not to roll your eyes, because you’re pretty sure you’ll hear a lecture about that if he so much as hears it.

If the tut wasn’t enough, he makes sure to heavily lay on the (fake) hurt when he mentions, “There was a time when you listened to my every word, you know. What happened to that?”

Your eyes roll anyway, and the dredge of sleep crawls back over you. “I genuinely have no idea where you’ve got that from.”

“Pips, I literally just told you about those times. Weren’t you listening?” Caleb says, and you can literally hear the pout in his voice. He shuffles again, and you grumble in response. “Okay, from the top! So, back then—“

Your head whips up and catches sight of an overly awake Caleb whose eyes dreamily stare at the ceiling. He’s happily chirping away, like the minutes on the alarm clock next to him mean fuck all.

You’re too grouchy for this.

There’s only a small bite to your words when you groan, “Oh my God, Caleb! Shut up!” Any hurt he could experience is immediately soothed over, because you’re dragging yourself upwards and planting your elbows on either side of him.

Your hands cradle his face as you press your lips against one cheek, then the other, his forehead, his nose and finally a sweet peck on his lips. You’re more than relieved when you pull back and see he’s been stunned into silence.

You put on your best stern expression, and squish his cheeks together. One pat, then another, and you think he’s finally gotten the hint, so you slither down to your cosy spot on his chest and rest your eyes.

…It’s a bit difficult to actually settle though when the person below you won’t shut the fuck up!

“Caleb.”

“Yeah, pips?”

And God, he’s actually smug— he’s not even trying to hide it. You grit your teeth when you realise he probably thinks he’s the smartest man in the world; annoy his girlfriend enough and she’ll kiss him quiet, that’ll do it.

You sigh deeply as the realisation strikes you.

Apparently the dog tag wasn’t enough to satisfy his overeager, puppy-like behaviour clearly. It’s become very obvious to you now that Caleb may need some actual training.

So you push yourself up, rubbing the sleep out your eyes. There’s a bleary smirk wiped across his features, the dumbest, dopiest look ever that you can so easily distinguish in the dark of his room, and something simmers within you.

You don’t say anything as you move closer, you’re gentle with your movements and Caleb waits patiently. You settle your entire weight on him, pressing your torso flush against his, and his hands hesitate before naturally come to rest on your back.

You don’t react despite how intimate the position is. You’re too tired to feel embarrassed.

Sure, you’ve cuddled with Caleb plenty before, but this version is entirely different. Your hips are spread, legs parted and pressing into his side. You’re practically folded on top of him like this, and you recognise one shift could change the entire trajectory of your night.

It’s comfortable though, the stretch is more than pleasant and you moan a little from the sensation. You feel Caleb tense beneath you, and you feel triumphant.

He relaxes once you’re settled, no doubt revelling in the intimacy of the cuddle. He has no reason to question your motives when you dig your chin into his collarbone, sweetly resting your face in the crook of his neck. Instead, he softly laughs.

“I’m not sure if you realise, but my voice is only gonna seem louder if you’re higher up like this,” he teases.

You merely shake your head, keeping your voice light as you murmur, “I know. That’s okay, because you aren’t gonna talk anymore.”

“Is that so?” He juts his chin away, trying to get a look at you. “Why’s that?”

You raise your head, fluidly connecting your lips with his. You feel him smile into the kiss, no doubt feeling beyond loved with how soft and warm this all felt. He was so clever, of course he’d somehow outsmarted you and gotten what he wanted.

Right?

It’s abrupt the way in which you lunge; you tug at the bottom of his lip and take advantage of the gasp that escapes. He’s barely found a second to place a hand on your face when you’re immediately licking into his mouth, savouring mint and hot wetness as you slide your tongue along his.

Finally, his hands tremble on the nape of your neck, and you press yourself infinitely closer. The feel of warm, slick muscle and hushed breaths has you both moaning into one another - your head spins as you realise there are prettier sounds that can come from Caleb.

Before you can balance yourself to launch your next attack, Caleb takes the lead and suckles gently on your tongue. He’s confident suddenly; his once shaky hand resting comfortably and pulling you closer to him, an act you didn’t even think was possible at this point.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling, unable to keep your whines at bay.

It’s filthy, the sounds of squelching and whimpering that resound has you scrambling to keep up. You refuse to let this become his moment - this was meant to be your punishment after all.

You clench onto the fabric of his shirt, a frantic move accompanied by your groans and his sighs. His hands stay infuriatingly polite, simply resting on the barest slither of skin available to him - but you know he wants more. You can practically feel his hands itching to at least press the pads of his fingers deeply into your skin.

To trace you, to breathe you in and consume you entirely is all Caleb wants. You’re more than aware of that - with memories of the old days comes the recognition of knowing you’d felt the same way too even back then. He’s always wanted you, and you him.

You hike your leg higher up in an attempt to stabilise yourself. Your knee drags against his waist and you feel him jerk from the change.

It’s a singular move that causes a sudden spiral because your heat rests against him entirely and— oh God, he was so big, wait—

“Pips– I—“ One kiss, another, you grip his hair and he moans into your mouth. “We should— Hah, we should— stop.” And really, it comes out weakly, a slurred command that has no precedent over when you decide this ends.

Could he feel your clit throbbing against his cock? Was he desperately trying to stop himself from rutting into you?

You rock gently, just once and ever so subtly between every flick of your tongue against his, and try not to grin when you feel the air knocked out of his lungs.

Poor Caleb, he must be losing his mind trying to restrain himself.

For a moment you pity him, but then his voice hums between kisses and logic suddenly kicks in. You can practically hear all the excuses he’d use to explain getting this far - it’s always you being too innocent, or not understanding what you’re doing.

The thought enrages you, and it’s enough to remind you why you’d started this in the first place.

There’s an itch inside of you that begs to continue, to ignore your dignity and use him as you please - you could prove him wrong, show him just how pissed off you are and satisfy your needs at the same time.

You really do want to do that.

Hm.

Caleb whispers your name, a sound that sends you into a realm beyond here with him.

And yet, somehow, you crawl right back.

You chirp a quick goodnight and scramble under the covers, turning away as you nestle into your side of the bed. You’ve barely caught your breath, but feeling the tenseness of Caleb beside you has you giggling and catching it back all at once.

“Night Colonel! See you after work.”

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a/n: i forgot to add this here but pls plssss tell me if any of this was ok!! i hope it wasn’t too ooc ><

[northnr]

never have you been worried about your YOUNGER BROTHER!CALEB but maybe you really should have

CONTENT WARNINGS forced drugging — therefore rape , stepcest , unspecified age gap , late teen!caleb

yb!caleb can't help as he fantasizes his big sister taking care of all his morning wood. he keeps waking up to them and misses when you two shared a bed. his hand is covered in his own mess, the slick making obscene noises in his empty room. moaning your name, he's a mess of teenage hormones.

yb!caleb who shooed away all of your boyfriends. if they come to your house, he would say you're out partying with some other guy. any one of them wants to take your virginity? caleb gives you a horrible food poisoning so you don't feel like moving for days. you're suffering but he can take care of you, okay? okay.

yb!caleb won't be able to stop himself when he rummages through the laundry. he always insists that he does it because he can sniff your fucking panties like the pervert he is. even better if you were clearly touching yourself. you would leave a wet patch and he'd mouth over it as he jerks himself off. muffled whimpers fall from his mouth as he fucks his fist. you smell so good that he wishes he could just taste you from the source.

yb!caleb, who does just that. you're tired from college and you accept the tea he made for you. you would never think that your baby brother would put sleeping pills in your drink. you'd never think that he'd be a perverted little brother who jerks himself off as he eats out your pussy.

"mm—fu-huckk, jiějiě. your pusshy—" he gasps. his tongue greedily lapping up every little drop out of your cunt. "taste so good. c-can't believe you never let me... mfff hahh, taste your pretty pussy." he's whining as he strokes himself with your panties. he's fucking it eagerly as he watches your sleeping face. "gon' lemme eat it all.. the time? y'r... pretty cunt... f-fuckk hnghh."

yb!caleb could bring out the worst in you, he wants to claim. he could make you yearn for him as much as he does for you. let you fucking feel even the slightest bit of desperation he has for you. one day, you'll see him more as the lil kid your gran' took in. he's gonna be the man you fucking crave. everything has to go in place.

[angels1ut]

being tipsy or high and needy, begging for her to touch you, yet when she slides her fingers inside, her eyes immediately grow dark. she groans at the warmth and wetness and the last thing you hear is, “god, baby. it feels like i’m taking advantage of you,” before she suddenly starts pounding into you relentlessly.