I write solely for Zayne and Caleb; either as solos, SnowApple, or SnowAppleMC (both poly and non-poly)
I am a CN trope follower. It isn't present in every one of my fics for Caleb but don't be surprised when it shows up. Regardless of whether it's explicitly mentioned or not, just know I always write with them being siblings in mind (adopted or otherwise). I always add a content warning for any brother/sister mentions.
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Sort of. I'm easily influenced by suggestions of fics but there's no guarantee I'll write it. There's no harm in sending something in though! Please check the lists below before requesting anything 💖
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚:
The majority of things! More specifically but not limited to:
Dead dove, pseudo/incest, age gap, cnc, dub-con, age regression
Dom/sub dynamics including DDlg, age play, pet play
Watersports
LIxLI
If you would like Gege/Meimei used in your request please do let me know as I don't default to using them
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Pregnancy fics or anything involving the LIs having children
Childhood friend trope for CalebMC
Dom!MC
Non-MC
Body horror
Cheating
Full non-con (simply because I don't think I'd write it very well)
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oj writes - all of my writing
oj rambles - me just yapping (feel free to blacklist lmao)
oj answers - all of my asks
lads zayne - all Zayne content
lads caleb - all Caleb content
Hi there sweety I hope you are having a wonderful night or day wherever you are . I actually am in love with your poly applesnow and it makes me so giddy for some reason .:)
Now I have a little question bc recently a certain fish has taken my hear hostage and now I'm in love with rafayel🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️ the bastard ( I love him) do you have any hc for him being a dom bc I can't see him as a sub and also if applefish or snowfish headcanons are in there too ill be the happiest person ever. And if there are a few dialogues I'll be so happy I'll cry
Ps: totally fine if you can't answer babes
My lovely thank you so much for the kind words 🥹 unfortunately I only write for Zayne and Caleb and that is purely because I consume every single drop of their content and they live in my head rent free 24/7. I just don’t feel I would do justice to the other boys at all!
HOWEVER, I have thoughts on Dom Rafayel because I truly believe he’s there but so many people see and write him as subby only. Even with the few secret times I’ve listened to for him, that man knows how to take control!
I could see him being a bit of a mean Dom in the best way tbh, like he’s talking all sweet and cutesy to you but he’s got you tied up and has been edging you for hours, that kind of thing.
Oooh and maybe he’s trying to paint you but you keep squirming because he’s strapped a vibe to you and he’s like ‘tsk stay still’ and he tells you off every time you move because he just wants to paint his beautiful girlfriend but you keep changing position every time you orgasm smh 😔😔😔😔
Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb
CW: pseudo-incest mentions, no explicit smut just explicit mentions
Zayne checks his watch for the third time in the past 15 minutes. You had only gone to the changing rooms to try on two dresses, why were you taking so long?
He scans the shop floor, searching for Caleb who has also been missing for a while.
And then it hits him.
He closes his eyes with a sigh and slips past the attendant to the long row of sealed off doors. He already knows which one you're in because he'd taken you there himself before leaving to continue browsing on his own.
He shakes his head when he hears the muffled words of a much deeper voice coming from behind the door. He knocks and it goes silent.
"Can one of you open the door, please?" He says sternly.
The door slowly creaks open and then a hand's scrabbling at his shirt to drag him in.
At first glance nothing seems amiss. But then Zayne notices it: Your breath heavier than normal, hair slightly mussed up, dress the tiniest bit askew. And your underwear tucked neatly into Caleb's pocket.
"I can't take you two anywhere." He grumbles.
"It's Caleb's fault!" You whisper accusingly. "I wanted his opinion on the dresses and then all of a sudden his hand's up my skirt!"
"Oh puh-lease," Caleb drawls. "Like you didn't know what you were doing askin' me in here."
You fold your arms across your chest and glare angrily at your brother.
"Maybe you should have some self-restraint." You sneer.
"Maybe you..." Caleb says moving closer to you, hand grazing up the outside of your thigh. "Shouldn't like the feeling of my fingers deep inside you so much, hm?"
"That...that's not fair!" You stammer, slapping Caleb's hand away. "God, you're so annoying!"
"Enough." Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he forgets that he's dating siblings, other times he is all too aware.
"You." He points to Caleb. "Give her her underwear back."
Caleb reluctantly tugs your underwear out of his pocket and holds them out to you. You snatch them out of his hand with a hmph.
"And you." He says, finger now turning to you. "Make a decision on the dress. Alone."
Zayne stares at the two of you, both looking at the floor in shame after having been thoroughly chastised. He can't help but smile. By god are you lucky you are the loves of his life.
Zayne grabs Caleb's hand and pulls him out of the changing room.
"You're such a party pooper." Caleb says light-heartedly, intertwining his fingers with Zayne's as they walk out.
"Mm." Zayne hums non-committedly before asking. "Did she look good in the dress?"
"Why do you think my fingers have her cum all over them?" He says, popping his middle and ring fingers in his mouth with a smirk.
"Good." Zayne replies, really hoping no one saw Caleb's lewd display. "Then you'll enjoy watching me taking her from behind in it later tonight while you think about your actions in the future."
"But-" Caleb starts, giving Zayne his best puppy eyes. "That's not-"
Zayne just looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
Caleb grumbles the rest of the way out of the store, cock already getting hard at the thought of it.
I don't headcanon Caleb to be particularly subby, but if there's one person he'll allow himself to be bossed around by it's Zayne
Just my thoughts and ramblings on the next main story update:
Whilst I do think Caleb will be next to feature in the main story, I do not think we'll get a Caleb Timelock Key event. (pls don't come at me this is just my opinion)
If we follow the pattern of the past ms updates it makes sense to me that he wouldn't:
Sylus release -> branch chapters of existing LIs
Caleb release -> Timelock Key event for existing LIs
New cycle begins
I also don't know how they'd do it. I don't expect Caleb to get a solo story update unless it's in the form of branches like before, and in which case they would surely all follow similar themes. Having Caleb just randomly have the TK event would be odd to me.
His birthday merch is a generic pose, it looks like it's from glint, and just in the style of the others and kind of themed to the birthday card in general. If he does indeed not get a TK event then it's super bizarre to me that they would choose that art as the birthday merch knowing Caleb won't have one.
Honestly I kind of hope I'm wrong because I would love a TK event for Caleb, but to me it doesn't make sense.
What I would love is for the next main story update to be Caleb and Sylus as MC explores her time at the lab. Actually no, what I really want is for the LIs to INTERACT PLEASE I BEG YOU.
Anyway, regardless of whether I'm right or wrong, Infold need to update the ms waaaay more often than they are because having 3 out of 5 LIs not feature in the main story for over a year is fucking insanity. Get your shit together istfg.
˚.⋆⏾ How They Comfort Each Other After A Nightmare ⏾⋆.˚
SnowAppleMC Headcanons
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★ He wants to be held. He needs to hear your heartbeats, your breathing, anything to know you are here and with him. He needs this so he can know that not only are you alive but that he himself is alive, and that he's no longer trapped in the nightmare that held him.
★ He loves full body contact. He'll squish himself between the two of you - you wrapped up in his arms and Zayne pressed firmly to his back. He would happily be smothered by you both if he could.
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★ He gets up without anyone knowing, he hates disturbing you both. So he'll slip out of bed and head to the kitchen to down a glass of water, dabbing the sweat from his brow with the hem of his pajama shirt. However he's never as sneaky as he thinks. One of you always notices, most of the time it's Caleb due to him being a light sleeper. So he follows Zayne out, and without a word he'll take their latest sweet treat from the fridge before grabbing two forks. Then they just sit, eating quietly, and that's all Zayne needs - just someone to be with him.
★ Zayne doesn't like to talk about his nightmares, but he is slowly opening up to the two of you. You let him take his time, never pushing, just holding him as he tries to explain as best he can.
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★ You like to be held by Caleb as Zayne reads to you. You don't mind what it is, a bedtime story, medical journal, anything will do. You just want to listen to his voice as Caleb gently strokes your hair, the two of them lulling you back to sleep.
★ Caleb will sometimes notice when you're having a bad dream and stroke away the crease in your brow. He wishes you weren't plagued by these nightmares, and worst of all is knowing he is the cause of some of them.
★ Zayne hums to you quietly when he realises you're struggling with sleep. He hopes the soft tone of his voice will take you to sweeter dreams, never wanting you to experience the same nightmares that plague his sleep.
abstract: your boyfriend just does things that makes your heart flutter and your panties dampen <3
ft. rafayel, sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb
cw: insp by the tiktok trend ; fluff + smut; body worship, somno, riding, fingering | [implied short reader with caleb + chubby reader w/ rafayel; implied yandere! caleb] - unedited <3
⊹ ࣪ ˖ rafayel qi ; the way he’s so clingy
whenever rafayel manages to get some time with you, of course he's going to be clingy. his arms are going to be glued around your plush tummy for the whole time he's lounging around with you. his head resting on your shoulder while doing any task with you in front of him. even when he paints, he'd have you sitting between his legs or on his lap, one hand caressing and rubbing circles on your love handles or plush thighs, while the other focuses on the canvas in front of him.
but of course, his clinginess isn't only limited outside the bedroom. and that alone, gets you so turned on.
"shh, don't run away. stay w'me..." he'd whine, an arm wrapped around your tummy and only tightening the more you arched your back away from him. it was tortuous—absolutely insane. normally, he'd be sassy with it, still having a little bit of a joking tone, but when he's fucking you, holding your leg up while he bullies his cock inside you from the side, he turns so needy and clingy, and you fucking love it.
"so pretty... so gorgeous... c'mon, i like it when you're close to me..."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sylus qin ; the way he moves you gently by your waist
even though you're at a stage in your relationship where you're comfortable with everything sylus does, you still find your heart beat faster every time sylus gently moves you by your waist to get you out of his way.
"move, sweetheart." he'd speak so smoothly while he just moves you so gently, so . of course you'd be acting all shy and flustered. but oh, even when you two have sex, his touches just hold so much weight.
he’d be sitting on one of his elaborate chairs, with you propped up on his lap grinding against his cock before he could ever be inside you. then, even when you try to sink down on him, sylus would have his hands on your hips, slowly pushing you down and helping while you cried out.
“don’t cry, pretty girl. shhh, don’t cry…” you’d be clinging onto him, arms wrapped around him while you could feel him fill you up—and not even being able to take all of him. you would be struggling, but of course, he’d help you. he'd angle his own hips, slightly slouch while keeping the hold on you firm while slowly slamming you onto him. and then when you choose to move your hips all sensually in figure-8s, his light touches would continue and he would rub circles on your skin—a contrast to how he'd move you.
"shit...yeah, sweetheart. keep moving those hips like that."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ zayne li ; the way he lifts his sleeves up + holds eye contact
you know that zayne gets busy as a doctor. but you can't help but just stare at he way he lifts his sleeves up whenever he has a demanding task. you really can't help but stare at the way his arms. the way that the veins on his forearms would be more evident every time he flexed without even knowing how that affected you.
"you know, some people try to be more subtle when they stare." he’d say something like that, because of course zayne pays attention to how you’d stare. he'd notice how you'd look away or how your expression would falter every time he held eye contact with you. you just got flustered over everything.
oh and it's especially even hotter when he enacts on his observations.
"so impatient for me, aren't you?"
he’d roll up his sleeves, crouching down while you’d sit on his desk, panties pulled down while he played with your pussy. he would be rubbing on your clit with one hand and thrusting his pretty fingers with the other; a slightly flustered expression would grace his face. but god, every time he did so, every time he would do that, he would look up at you and hold eye contact, wanting to see your cute little reactions as he ruined you on his desk.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ xavier shen ; the way his voice gets when he wakes up
there's something about the way that xavier's voice gets every time he wakes up beside you. maybe it's the way that it's much quieter and deeper than usual, or that hot vocal fry that adds onto his usually meek voice. he can get quite clingy, especially in the morning, but the way he says things when he barely wakes up—the way he speaks so gently, makes you so flustered.
"shh... just 3 more minutes. let me just hold you for a bit more." he'd snuggle up against you, muttering some weak pleas on how he doesn't want to get out of this position with you just yet. and same thing for morning sex…
“don’t wanna get out of this position…” he’d have you in pronebone, with his arms caging you and yours wrapped around his neck while he’d slowly fuck you, his body and weight pressed against you. the both of you would still be half asleep, clinging onto each other under the covers.
maybe if you were in a hurry, you’d yelp a little ‘we have to get up!’, but your pleas would fall upon deaf ears.
“mmm..not yet.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ caleb xia ; the way he would condescendingly tease you
the nickname he's implaced upon you being 'pipsqueak' is teasing and condescending enough, but sometimes when he's feeling really sassy, caleb just keeps going with that. it's bad enough that he's taller than you, but he would just crouch down—a smile etched on his face and speak with a tone that was laced with playful malice.
"mhm? yeah? how nice." and of course, even with that dark tone and accompanying mocking smile, your heart just does a little leap in your chest; you can't help it, despite him doing so just to mess with you. something is too high up? he'd mess with you with a 'awh, can't reach up and get it?'
but when you have sex, that condescending tone gets worse; his teasing overall gets worse. "awh, pips. can't take it, huh? c'mon sweet girl... you can do it, can't you?"
even in the most basic position like missionary, it's hard to get away from whatever remarks he might make, but regardless, it was still hot. just the way he would slam into you, pressing your tummy bulge hard with his free hand while he held your hand with his other, tangling your fingers together.
oh god... he was mean. you would be crying and he’d have such a dark look on his face, relishing in the fact that he’s the only one to have you like this.
because he knows damn well you like that.
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a/n: first lads post ever... what do we think...? (i'm so fucking scared i'm a baby lads fan i'm not that seasoned yet...)
My MC wanted it to look like he was about to make her food after she’d been making his hair look pretty. In other words it’s an embodiment of how he spoils her ☺️
caleb being obsessed with how her pussy stretches over the thick, relentless shape of his cock.
he pushes it in midway, only to pull it out again to feel that tight ring pop around his fat tip. it makes his balls tighten and his shaft pump with blood, soft groans croaking from him each time he feels her swallow him in. he’s terribly fond of seeing her legs spread impossibly wide for him, calves folded onto the back of her thighs. he’ll smirk, muttering “you’d stay like this forever for me, wouldn’t you? just a pretty little hole for your brother to stick his dick into whenever he needs to get off…” and she’s just sobbing as he begins to pound into her ruthlessly, ashamed but still screaming out his name, chanting for him to keep going, ‘please don’t stop!’ and trust, he won’t. he doesn’t have to say it. she’s always been his to take, to consume. he’ll make sure of it, dumping his fat load over and over inside of her until he no longer can.
bonus: each time he creampies her, he pulls out to hear that pretty pussy release his cock, inspecting his work and demanding her to push so he can watch it dribble out. he’ll give it a sloppy kiss so he can taste himself, then smack her on the ass before shoving himself back in without warning and continuing his slaughter…
related to that last ask, please know I will never judge you with a request you send in!
send in your weirdest kink, a specific scenario, even if I don't write for it I would love to yap with you about it
all of my writing is just a self-report for my own kinks, why do you think I write so much D/s and DDlg lmao
one day I'm gonna write that Zayne age-play fic and it's gonna flop so hard because it's a niche and misunderstood kink but I WILL DO IT
ramble incoming:
I used to mod for a nsfw content creator and my favourite part was helping to create a safe and welcoming community for people who were shy or ashamed of their sexuality or sexual preferences. Unfortunately some of the other people were super toxic and the content creator themselves was a little too egotistical so I left, but I do miss that aspect.
If I can create a tiny space of my own here, for people to be like 'hey, I'm into that thing too, that's cool!' or give people a feeling of finally finding a place where they won't be shamed then I've reached my goal 💖
ngl it's so nice to see someone chill about problematic content 😭 i feel like every 2 days i find out a blog i liked is run by an anti who calls people freaks unprovoked. i appreciate you 🩵
That's very sweet of you to say 🥹💖 I appreciate YOU! 🫵🏻
I try and keep my blog a positive space, sometimes I do let my frustration about the censorship of Caleb out but I hate being too negative. It's the reason I left ladstwt because they're miserable over there lmao.
And I feel you. Literally only the other day I had to unfollow a writer I really liked because they were so vehemently against Caleb and his trope and would indulge unnecessarily rude and mean asks about him.
I will never kink shame or anything here. If you're into something I don't like I simply won't engage/write for it and move on with my day. I don't even have a problem with people who aren't into the CN tropes, you do you, but there's no need to start insulting those who are. Maybe it's because I'm old and we used to be better about these things, but unfortunately the term 'proship' has been completely twisted into something it's not.
Check out the rest of my Horny thoughts list here.
The soft clink of Zayne's spoon against his mug was the loudest sound in the kitchen.
He sat at the island with his sleeves rolled twice to mid forearm, a mug of coffee cooling between his hands. A stack of patient files from Akso Hospital rested beside him, untouched. He hadn't looked at a single page in nearly ten minutes.
His eyes were locked entirely on you. From his seat, he watched as you moved between the pantry and the counter, searching for something you'd apparently misplaced. Every now and then, the oversized sweater you were wearing—his sweater— shifted as you reached for a shelf, revealing a glimpse of baby blue lace before the fabric fell back into place.
He lifted his coffee and took a slow sip.
Outside, nothing about him changed. His expression remained calm, composed. Only the subtle tightening of his jaw gave away the tension building behind his temple. His gaze lingered on the curve of your hip, where the delicate strap of your panties sat high, biting softly into your flesh.
"You've been rearranging the same three jars on that shelf for the last five minutes." his tone carried its usual dry professionalism, though there was a faint pause before he continued.
"If you're looking for the tea, it's in the cabinet below. If you're looking for something else, this is a remarkably inefficient way of finding it."
You glanced over your shoulder.
A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you turned and leaned against the counter, folding your arms across your chest. The movement intentionally compressing your chest, pushing the lace of your bra into a clearer view beneath the wide, slouching neckline.
"Maybe I'm admiring your organizational system, Dr. Zayne, or maybe I'm waiting for you to finish working."
"My work was finished the moment you walked into the kitchen wearing that."
Zayne set his mug down with a quiet click.
His eyes slowly scanned you from your collarbone down to your bare thighs. There was no irritation in his voice, despite what he was saying.
"You're making it very difficult to enjoy a quiet evening," he added. "A clear disruption."
"Am I?" you shifted against the counter, the fabric of the sweater slipping just an inch further off your right shoulder, exposing the scalloped edge of the blue strap. "You could always look away."
"That's not a realistic option."
He pushed himself to his feet.
There was nothing hurried about the way he moved. There never was. Everything Zayne did carried the same deliberate steadiness he brought to every part of his life, as though rushing simply wasn't in his nature.
He rounded the island at an unhurried pace, his attention fixed entirely on you.
"Besides," he said, stopping in front of you, "I suspect that wasn't the outcome you were hoping for."
He stepped closer, planting his hands on either side of you as though to steady himself there, close enough to narrow the space between you without actually touching, while his eyes lingered on your face with a focus that made it difficult to remember what either of you had been talking about a moment ago.
"You've been walking around in that all evening," he said, his attention drifting briefly before returning to your eyes, "and unless I'm mistaken, you chose that particular color knowing exactly how distracting it would be."
A smile tugged at your lips, small and innocent enough to be unconvincing.
"I just thought it looked nice."
The look he gave you suggested he found that explanation deeply improbable, though there was a trace of amusement beneath the skepticism that softened the severity of it.
"I'm sure that's what you're telling yourself."
The response earned a quiet laugh, and for a moment neither of you looked away, the silence stretching comfortably between you as though neither felt any urgency to fill it.
"Sounds like a self control problem," you said, tilting your head slightly.
Something shifted in his expression then—not enough to call it a smile, but enough to suggest he was fighting one—as he held your gaze for another second before exhaling through his nose.
"An interesting theory," he replied, his voice calm despite the challenge in yours, "although I suspect you're considerably more interested in testing it than proving it."
"That's a bold assumption, Dr."
"Not really," he said, the amusement in his eyes becoming impossible to miss now. "You've spent hours waiting for me to notice, and I think we're both aware that strategy has been remarkably successful."
He remained where he was, making no move to close the distance between you. His gaze drifted over you with quiet deliberation before returning to your face, as if he were perfectly aware of the effect the silence was having and had decided not to rescue you from it.
The delay was becoming unbearable.
"Zayne..."
His name left your lips softer than intended.
"Patience," he said, the word low and unhurried. "It's an important skill."
You let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like frustration.
"I don't think you're being very fair."
"No," he agreed easily, "probably not."
Only then did he move.
His hand rose between you, the backs of his fingers brushing lightly along your collarbone as he reached for the edge of your sweater. The gesture was unhurried, almost absentminded in its precision, and somehow that made it worse.
With a small tug, he eased the fabric farther down your arms until it gathered at your elbows, leaving you to glare at him while he regarded the result with entirely too much satisfaction.
You were left standing in just your lingerie.
And he didn't try to take it off. He never did.
"You always leave it on," you managed to say, voice trembling.
A faint smile touched his mouth
"Why would I remove something that suits you so well?" Zayne’s fingers hooked under the top edge of the lace bra cup, pulling the fabric down until the tight elastic lodged beneath your breasts, baring your already hard nipples to the cool air of the room.
Before you could think of a response, he lifted you onto the counter with effortless ease. The cold surface contrasted sharply with the warmth that had settled beneath your skin, drawing a quiet gasp from you as you steadied yourself against the edge.
He stepped between your knees, his hand sliding down your stomach, passing the sensitive dip of your navel until his fingers met the barrier of your panties. He looked down at how the blue lace stretched over your mound, already darkening with a damp patch from your arousal.
With a firm tug he pulled them entirely to the side, wedging the fabric sharply against your hip, completely exposing your glistening slit.
His fingers instantly found your drenched core and he slid two fingers inside you without warning, stretching you open, his thumb pressing firmly on your engorged clit.
You cried out and he watched your face, reading the flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes rolled back, treating your pleasure with the absolute focus of a man obsessed with every detail of your anatomy.
"Eyes on me"
You forced your eyes open, blinking through tears of friction and pleasure. He was towering over you, still fully dressed and looking impossibly neat save for a slightly askew tie. Meanwhile, you were almost naked on the cold counter, breasts spilling over blue lace.
He let go of your underwear to undo his belt and unzip his trousers, freeing and stroking his thick, fully erect cock, which throbbed with a heavy vein against his stomach.
There was no wasted movement. He slid his fingers out of you to grip the side of your underwear again, ensuring the fabric was cleared entirely from his path.
"Hold onto me"
You wrapped your legs tightly around him, your hands gripping the back of his neck. Zayne guided his tip to your dripping hole and slowly buried his dick inside you.
The fullness was overwhelming. You gasped, your mouth opening against his shoulder as he began to move. He gripped your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to hold you still against the counter as he slammed into you. His pace was relentless—deep strokes that bottomed out against your cervix, the wet, slapping sound of his skin hitting yours filling the space between you.
"Zayne, oh god, faster —"
"No. You wanted to disrupt my schedule, now we're doing this my way."
"S' too deep, baby "
"It's exactly where I belong, you were made to be stretched out like this." his eyes dropped to the junction where your bodies met and reached down with one hand, his cool fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them even tighter against your hip, still refusing to take them off. "You're soaking your pretty-fuck- pretty panties with your own mess."
""I don't care....harder..."
"You're so needy. If I go any harder, sweetheart, you're going to break."
"Break me," you begged, completely undone, your hips beginning to match his rhythm.
The submission in your voice almost had him coming on the spot.
"I'm—I'm close, I'm —"
"Hold it," his eyes were completely black, blown out with lust "Say my name, tell me who is filling you up."
"Zayne... Zayne, Zay....!"
That sudden, tight squeeze of you coming around him was exactly what he needed. He let out a rough sound against your neck—losing all his usual control—and on the last stroke, he buried himself so deep your hips slammed together.
A few minutes later he pulled out of you with a soft, wet sound. By the time he fastened his belt, his breathing had already begun to settle, the brief loss of control disappearing behind the calm exterior he wore so effortlessly.
Your bra was still pulled down beneath your breasts, your panties were still hooked tightly over your hip and something quietly satisfied flickered across his expression.
"Don't take it off yet," the words were delivered with the same measured certainty he used when he already expected to be obeyed. "I want to look at you exactly like this while I finish my coffee. You can clean yourself up when I'm done."
