Summary — Preferences for Caleb, Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier, and Zayne from Love and Deepspace!
Warnings & Other Tags
➳ Smut (creampies; oral (female receiving, male receiving); fingering; overstimulation; semi-public sex).
Notes
➳ Word Count is 820.
➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).
➳ These preferences are a bunch of sexy moments with the LADS men, dedicated to my best friend, @multifandomsimagine. Happy birthday, Yoshino! I hope we get to celebrate many more together!
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you’re surely about to pull caleb’s hair from his head with your tight grip, just as he’s about to leave hand-shaped bruises on your thighs. this all feels too fast and yet like slow motion all at once. the combination of caleb’s merciless tongue mixed with his deep, satisfied groans makes your toes curl against his back.
he’s got you right where he wants you. gazing up from your most intimate area with heavy eyes, he admires the view of your head tossed back against a mound of fluffy, white pillows. every single thing about you is perfect, he thinks.
“cum,” he murmurs, quickly spitting onto your clit before focusing all his efforts there. he pins down your hips when you try to writhe away from him too soon for his liking. “cum.”
he laps it all up as your release floods onto his waiting tongue. but as you come down from your fourth climax of the night, caleb allows you no reprieve, instantly delving back into your pulsing cunt for another round.
the sunset’s pink glow makes rafayel seem akin to an angel as he gently rocks into you from above. his pants and moans harmonize with yours, the echoes of the ocean’s crashing waves thankfully covering the sound for any potential passersby.
“you feel so good,” he groans. “hah—i love you!”
your only response comes in the form of your own moans. your fingers are woven through his violet hair, keeping his face close enough for you to occasionally cut him off with heavy, unrestrained kisses.
“rafayel! i’m—i’m gonna—ugh!”
he hid his face against your neck. he gripped the beach towel that lay beneath you, knuckles turning white. his thrusts sped up as he became more and more desperate for his impending release.
“cum with me.”
mere seconds later, rafayel let out another moan as your pussy creamed around his aching length. he cums soon after, unable to maintain his composure any longer, painting your inner walls white.
the scalding water of the shower trails down sylus’s tense back as he shields you from its stream. one of his hands keeps his wet hair pushed back. the other rests on the back of your neck, gently guiding your mouth on and off his hard cock.
just as you take him to the hilt, your nose pressed against his pelvis, you gaze up at him. sylus can’t help but moan, “you’re doing so well, kitten. are you going to let me reward you later?”
he shudders when you pull your mouth off him, lick a long stripe on the underside of his cock, and smile up at him, “do you ever just focus on yourself?”
any potential response is ripped from his throat when he feels the tip of his cock reach the back of your throat. his head involuntarily falls back as you continue pleasuring him.
unbeknownst to you, however, thoughts of a reward were still on his mind.
xavier swears he’s moved in with an angel. it’s only his first day of sharing an apartment with you, but he’s already seeing stars with the way you’re slowly riding him in the living room.
he can’t decide where to focus his gaze. the lower part of you, which sinks onto his lap over and over again with steady movements, his cock slowly disappearing in and out. or your pleasured expression, framed by the warm glow of a table lamp.
his eyes choose your face as his fingers dip into the soft skin of your hips and thighs, “you’re so—mmph—pretty.”
he can’t hold back anymore. his head falls back against the plush sofa cushions, letting out a series of mumbled pleas. his cock twitches deep inside you once, twice, then a third time before he’s releasing inside you.
zayne’s office door is locked and there’s a spilled box of macarons lying on his desk. the central drawer is empty of condoms, but that doesn’t stop either of you. zayne has other methods of showing how thankful he is for your visit.
he hovers over where you’re seated in his desk chair with a lustful expression. his right hand keeps the chair stable while his left sinks beneath the waistline of your pants, quickly finding its target.
two slender fingers delve into your dripping entrance without hesitation. zayne silences your oncoming moans with a deep kiss, “keep quiet. someone might hear.”
the arms of the chair squeak beneath your tightening grip. your teeth dig into your bottom lip in an attempt to quiet yourself. while it would be incredibly humiliating for someone like greyson or yvonne to overhear, the thought still excites you. so much so that it brings your orgasm on much quicker than either of you anticipated.
“zayne!”
he looks at you with surprise, pulling his hand out of your entrance. he examines his soaked fingers, and then he smiles, “we’ll go slower when i come home later.”
