It’s 3:07 am when Sylus finally steps into the bedroom. The lights are off, the room is quiet, except for you. A faint glow illuminates your face as you lie on your stomach, feet kicking lazily in the air, completely absorbed in your phone.
A soft snort escapes you, followed by a quiet giggle. Sylus pauses at the doorway, watching.
“…You should be asleep.”
You don’t even look up.
“Mhm. I will.”
Another reel plays as you laugh again.
“Just ten more minutes.”
He doesn’t argue... instead, he just exhales quietly before turning away. By the time he returns, fresh from the shower, dressed for bed, you’re in the exact same position. Still scrolling, still laughing and still wide awake. Sylus climbs into bed beside you without a word, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.
“Look at this one...”
Your phone suddenly lifts out of your hand.
You blink.
“…Hey.”
It floats calmly through the air using his evol and lands on the bedside table. Completely out of reach.
“Sylus.”
No response. Instead, he shifts, pulling you down with him until you’re half pinned beneath his weight, your face tucked into his chest.
“That’s not fair....”
“Close your eyes.”
His hand comes up, gently covering your eyes.
“Sleep.”
You huff softly, but your body melts into him anyway.
“…You’re annoying.” A small giggle slips out of you, soft and sleepy, as he pulls you closer, his warmth wrapping around you completely.
“Go to sleep.”
Sylus tightens his hold just slightly. It doesn’t take long before his breathing steadies, his grip loosening just slightly as sleep finally takes him first. You blink, a little surprised.
“…That was fast,” you whisper.
Carefully, you lift a hand, gently running your fingers through his hair. slow, absent-minded strokes, the kind that always seem to relax him without fail. Your touch softens.
Thinking about how obsessed caleb would be with fingering your pussy. An almost subconscious action it would be - slipping his long fingers inside your folds whenever he gets the chance, uncaring of the mess he makes. Which is usually a lot.
Like for instance, right now, you both had finally sat down to watch a movie you insisted on watching. When the opening scene started rolling, he wasted no time in slipping his hand beneath your shorts to cup your bare pussy. You bit your lower lip, but stayed still, keeping your gaze on the screen. This was not new to you. You expected it even. His fingers were glued to your pussy the moments his cock wasn't.
One finger tapped against your clit, just once, a testing touch. Your legs twitched and you finally looked at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen, brows furrowed a bit in concentration. Was he truly engrossed in the movie, or just pretending?
Another tap against your (now) swollen clit.
And that was all it took for your folds to quiver and leak juices for him. It was almost embarrassing, the way your body was always ready for his touch. Caleb hummed, satisfied, and caressed your clit, his touch rewarding. "Good girl," he mumbled, a sound so low you doubted he even said it.
Making use of the wetness between your folds, he smeared the fluid all over your pussy, readying it for him.
His finger teased your opening for a moment, just tracing, light enough to not slip in, but hard enough to make your folds quiver. You tried not to squirm but fuck. You were aching for him, pussy fluttering around nothing, trying and failing to find anything to hold onto.
When he finally shoved one single, long finger inside, you almost breathed a prayer, eyes flutttering close. Even this, his single digit was enough. For now, atleast.
Your walls trembled, stretching pleasantly around his finger, welcoming him in. You sucked in a shaking breath, as your thighs opened more, eager to give him better access.
The rest of the movie was a blur.
His plunging finger was the only thing you could focus on. The drag of his finger against your tight, squelching walls was so delicious nothing else mattered.
Except when you pathetically came all over your shorts, the wetness seeping through the fabric onto the couch below, things started to matter. You weren't looking forward to the clean up. Perhaps you could convince him to do this chore too? Alongside everything he already does.
Still, caleb didn't give you enough time to dwell on your thoughts. He dragged another mind shattering release from you. Then another. Until you were crying from the overstimulation, thighs shutting close tightly, forcing his hand to reluctantly slip away from your well used, leaking, twitching pussy. "Caleb. Stop," you cried.
That was what made caleb finally turn his attention on you. He blinked, as if only now realising that he had induced multiple orgasms from your body, with just a single finger. "Sorry pips."
You huffed in disbelief, not getting a chance to protest further before his soft lips pressed against yours, the same finger that was brutualizing you now pressed tenderly against your cheek, still wet, smelling faintly of you. The kiss felt like a peace offering. A balm. He broke the kiss just to say, "I only meant to ready you for my cock." He almost pouted. Eyes, wide, big, puppy like. "You are ready now, yeah?"
Warnings: dub con, baby trapping (both mc and rafayel are freaks here)
Professor rafayel has been making you warm his cock for a while now, humming under his breath as he grades your assignment. You are sitting under his desk, mouth stretched obscenely around his thick cock, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, while your fingers play with your leaking pussy, that is aching, oh so painfully for his cock. You try to be patient. Patience isn't your strongest virtue.
You pull your head back, having had enough, his cock slipping from your mouth with a loud obscene pop. You need his cock, inside you, now, you think, as you stand up on shaky legs, fully naked, something he made sure of as soon as you entered his office. He tsks, hands dropping his tablet on the desk to focus fully on you. "Did I say you could move?"
Your world tilts as he turns you around to bend you over the desk, pressing the low of your back against the surface, his accessories, pens and books, digging in your body.
You whine, turning around to glare at him with as much ire as you can muster. Which isn't a lot. "Either you give me what I want, or I take it myself."
A lazy grin settles on his lips, eyes glinting dangerously. "Oh, is that so? Do you think you deserve my cock?"
"Yes, I do." You deliberately arch your back, attempting to grind your pussy against his cock. But of course he doesn't let you. He pushes you further against the table, steel in his grip. His eyes narrow delightfully, watching you, the stupid grin doesn't leave his face.
"Big words from someone who is about to fail her course," he says, voice smug, self satisfied, as he watches your expression crumble.
"You wouldn't dare," you breathe, eyes widening. Your neck is beginning to hurt from craning it behind you for so long, but you can't look away now. No, you won't back out.
"I would dare, cutie," He says, voice deliberately musical. "Unless." He licks his lips and your eyes follow the movement, entranced by his pink tongue. "Unless you let me fill your little womb with my cum."
And that was how you found your tits squished beneath you, while his heavy cock slammed into your squelching, swollen pussy. With each thrust, he panted, placing gentle kisses against your trembling shoulder, the act contradictory in itself when compared to his punishing strokes. But you weren't about to complain.
His tablet was still open right beside your head, so you dared to look at the comments he left on your assignment. They are positive. Too positive. He wasn't planning on failing you. No he was bluffing, hoping you'd give in, let him fill your cunt, let him bind you two together for the rest of your lives. And the best way of assuring that is to baby-trap. Of course, you'd know.
The realisation leaves you breathless. Whimpering, you reach for your bag tilted over on his desk, some content already spilling out from the force of his thrusts shaking the desk. You grab the condom, pulling it out of the already teared wrapper, and offer it to him, hand trembling.
"What's this, cutie?" Rafayel rasps, pushing into you once more, heavy balls slamming against your swollen clit, as his hand grabs the condom. Upon futher inspection, he makes a little sound in his throat, a whimper, a sound so pathetic, so unlike him you just know he has realised the condom is poked with holes.
"Professor, you aren't the only one trying to bind your fishie down..."
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a/n - let me know if i should change or add any more warnings. i am fairly new to this. :')
Sylus fucking you over his motorbike in a dirty alleyway because you couldn't keep your mouth shut
Sylus doesn't mind getting his hands dirty. He doesn't shy away from the filthy side of his work. Still, anything he has done so far pales in comparison to fucking you over his bike in a dirty, barely lit, abandoned alleyway. Truly, it was your fault.
While sitting behind sylus, with your hands wrapped around his muscular chest, the harsh wind cascading over you both, and the world a blur around you, you had the audacity to whisper filthy words against his ear, "I sometimes touch myself to you."
He had swallowed thickly, his adams apple bobbing, the perfect picture of self control. "Sweetie, restrain your tongue. Atleast, until we reach home."
He had kept his focus on the highway, his grip tightening on the throttle, but he was still composed. Perfectly.
"I imagine you, holding me down, taking me again and again."
He had exhaled a slow breath. From what you could see, his expression almost pained. Because you hadn't just said that, now, you were also cupping his cock, that was now straining against his leather pants. "Kitten-"
"Have you ever fucked someone over your bike?"
It hadn't taken him long then, swerving in a lowly lit alley and sliding off his bike. He had wasted no time bending you over his bike, pushing your pants down, and delivering a punishing spank against your bottom.
"Don't blame me," another spank, his lips sealing over your neck, biting hard, marking you. The click of his belt unlocking echoing in the alley, as his fingers slipped in between your folds to gather and smear your wetness. making sure you were ready. "for what will happen now."
You were pliant, bare ass elevated in the air, back arched, pussy leaking when he had entered you fully in one thrust.
Before a whimper of pleasure could slip out, his large hand had wrapped around your mouth. "Keep quiet." He had growled.
You kept quiet, not making a sound. Well, more like you were forced to.
In between his rough, punishing thrusts, his fingers had found their way in your mouth. And now you were gladly sucking his fingers, face scrunched in pleasure, eyes closed, while he dragged his heavy cock in and out. Each thrust a reminder of your loose tongue.
You didn't regret it though.
Not when he unravelled you with his cock, slamming into you as if he was trying to merge his body into you. Not when he wringed pleasure out of your writhing body until you lost count. Not when he rasped filth against your ear, voice low. "I am going to come now. You'd like that wouldn't you? Your little kitty wants to slurp my cum, no?"
And not when he finally came inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum again and again, filling you with his sticky, warm cum.
Nope, you didn't regret any of it. The ride back home was uncomfortable though.
synopsis: the aftermath of intentionally making caleb upset
pairing: caleb x reader
tw/content: dubcon, gun play, fingering, anal play
a/n: the freak came out of me again. urethra/sounding play fic with caleb x zayne ft. reader next. or mby i’ll finish my medical kink draft with them who knows stay tuned
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same caleb, different duality: mercy!
“We wouldn’t be here if you had just behaved.”
The situation you find yourself in sends chills up your spine. You’re humiliatingly naked, hardened nipples pressed against the cold surface of his office desk with your wrists tied behind your back. Your panties are shoved in your mouth to serve as a makeshift gag, courtesy to Caleb.
The man himself is sitting in his chair, relaxed and fully clothed, while taking in the view in front of him. Everything about him at the moment is cold. You messed up.
His eyes are stern and calculating, his tone treating you as if you’re not his precious, darling mei mei. His eyes trail the curves of your ass and down your spread legs, before settling on your dripping, glistening cunt.
“You were so bold tonight, crawling all over my men at the after-party. Did you want my attention that badly? Because you’ve got it now.” He stands up, the chains on his colonel uniform echoing with each and every movement. “I doubt this was the attention you were craving though. Unless I’m wrong.”
You exhale, shivering as you try to calm your nerves – your thoughts are jumbled and your comprehension skills are nearly non-existent.
“Wider. Your stance is slacking.” Caleb ruthlessly kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs and expose more of yourself. “So sloppy. Do I need to get a spreader bar to train you?”
You’re hyperaware of his presence as he walks around the desk, making intense eye contact with you as he takes in your flushed, embarrassed face. Your cheek is pressed to the metal, drool seeping through your ruined panties and past your swollen lips.
Caleb coos at you condescendingly, brushing some hair from your face. “You look beautiful like this, pips. It almost makes me want to forgive you.” He taps your cheek with affection. “Almost.”
His merciless stare is overbearing. You’re in a mixed state of fear and arousal, intimidation stopping you from moving an inch.
He circles you like a piranha as you fight to keep your eyes open, uneasy at the thought of upsetting him further. Nervous, you feel him settle back behind you – then freeze when you feel something nudge against your unprepared hole. It’s cold, and heavy.
“Hm,” Caleb clicks his tongue disappointedly, pulling the object away and brushing over your puffy cunt with his gloved fingertips instead. “That won't do.”
Caleb pulls your panties out of your mouth, before holding his gun in front of your lips. “Spit.”
Your eyes widen in fear. It was his gun. “Caleb gege…wait, I…!”
“Spit, before I decide against making this easier for you. It’s too late for apologies,” he says, tone unforgiving. “I promise you that listening to me will make this feel more pleasurable. So spit.”
With a hiccup you let saliva pool in your mouth before obeying, watching him lubricate the muzzle with your drool.
“Caleb, that’s not enough-”
Without warning he shoves your panties back into your mouth, gagging you once more.
“I don’t remember saying you could speak.” Caleb is mean like this. He’s pissed.
Biting back a protest you whine, feeling him position himself over you. His sturdy chest is pressed firmly against your back as he tightens his grip on your hair, pulling your head even further back to expose your throat. The barrel of his gun nudges against the entrance of your fluttering cunt once more. “Relax,” he breathes hotly into your ear.
You struggle to untense, your walls unable to relax around the tip of the intruding object. After some resistance, the gun eventually pops inside, forcing you to flinch at the coldness. Your cries and struggles only arouse him further, evident by his heavy breathing and his throbbing, sizable bulge pressed against your ass.
“There we go, I'm so proud, pips.” Turning your face towards him he licks a stripe up your cheek, collecting your salty tears with a moan.
“Your tears taste so good…” Caleb groans deeply. “So pretty.” His warm lips trail down your sensitive spine, gloved hand still slowly pumping his gun past your swollen folds. You feel every ridge of the weapon, staining it with your slick as a creamy froth begins to gather at your entrance. The friction sends sparks through your body, and you fight not to push your hips back for more. Head woozy, you feel as if you’re about to pass out at any moment.
Caleb steals your attention again when he eases the metal out steadily, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness as he slides the gun past your folds and to your puckered hole.
“I wonder if I need to claim this hole too. You don’t seem to understand that every part of you is mine. Do I need to prove that to you by fucking this cute lil’ hole?” He doesn’t push enough to penetrate, but you feel the weight of the gun heavy against your asshole.
You shake your head, pathetic pleas muffled. It would be your first time taking anything up there. You’re hardly prepped enough, and his gun is massive.
“But look at how much she looks like she wants it,” he says absentmindedly. Caleb pushes the gun barrel harder against your tight hole then pulls back, mimicking the motion of fucking. “It’s so sensitive. See, you’re clenching with each thrust.”
He’s right. Every swipe and push against your winking hole makes your eyes roll back, pussy leaking more fluids. Caleb runs the tip of the gun between your cheeks, before sliding it down and back into your warm cunt.
“Hey pips…” He eases the gun as deep as your pussy can take. Your eyes roll back.
“What if I told you that the gun is loaded? Would you believe me, or do you trust that your gege wouldn’t do anything to harm you?”
Your body turns ice cold when you hear the safety lock go off. As attentive as always, he catches you tense with a chuckle.
“Hah… you’re so cute, mei mei.”
Slowly, he pulls it out, pushing the safety lock back in place before setting it onto the desk beside your head with a heavy thunk. You feel his leather-clad fingertips unhurriedly run up your weeping pussy, collecting your fluids, then sink back in. His long digits rub your sweet spot so easily, making you keen.
“I thought you’d learn by now that attempting to make me jealous doesn’t work out for you,” he hums. “I shouldn’t even let you cum. I don’t think you deserve it.” As he debates with himself, purposefully prolonging your orgasm, his fingers fuck into your cunt with vigour — making wet, slick sounds that echo loudly. It’s nasty and embarrassing, with how much fluid is leaking out of you. Especially after all that.
Desperate, you lift your head, thighs shaking at the thought of not receiving an orgasm. “Mmph…!”
“But I guess I’ve done enough for your punishment tonight, yeah? Go on. You can make yourself cum with my fingers. Though I’m not going to help you.” Caleb sits back in his chair, eyes trained on your tight, pulsing pussy milking his digits.
Your eyes tear up in relief as you push your hips back, groaning as your walls throb against his fingers. Caleb reaches around and pulls your soaked panties out of your mouth, pocketing them. With your mouth finally free you gasp, chanting his name as you fuck yourself onto his long fingers.
“Caleb- Caleb gege please, hah, feels so good, I’m sorryyy!”
Struggling to push yourself over the edge, Caleb silently takes pity on you and curls his fingers. That action alone has you spraying liquid from your cunt, soaking his gloved fingers and the floor below you.
You fall limp against his desk, exhausted but satisfied. His gun, still sticky with your slick, gleams in the soft moonlight beside your head – a vulgar reminder of the punishment you had just received. Caleb soothes you, never ending praise leaving his lips as he undoes your wrists and pulls you onto his lap.
“You did so good, pips.”
“Are we good now?” You whimper, tucking your teary, tired face into his neck. His colonel uniform is hardly anything comfortable to cuddle up with, but you don’t mind.
Caleb presses a sweet kiss to your temple while rubbing your back. “Always.”
Zayne loves making you cry. It turns him on so much. Even if it makes him feel guilty, he doesn’t like seeing you sad or in pain after all, but he just can’t help himself.
He tells himself it’s curiosity at first, watching how your body reacts, cataloging every hitch in your breath, every fresh tear that clings to your lashes like dew. But the truth is uglier, hungrier. The second your lip trembles and those pretty, glassy tears spill over, his cock twitches hard against the front of his slacks.
Tonight he’s got you bent over the edge of his bed, wrists crossed and pinned in one large hand at the small of your back. Your cheek is pressed to the cool sheets, mascara already streaking in thin black rivers down your face. He’s been edging you for forty three minutes, bringing you right to the brink with slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers, then pulling out the moment your thighs start to quake and your voice cracks on his name.
“Please- Zayne- please let me-“
Another tear slips free. He groans low in his throat, free hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, thumb brushing the wet track on your cheek almost tenderly.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” he murmurs, voice rougher than usual, frayed at the edges. “Look at you. Crying just because you want to come that badly.”
He pushes back in, three fingers this time, no preamble, curling immediately to that spot that makes your whole body jerk. You sob outright, hips bucking uselessly against his hold.
“Shh,” he soothes even as he grinds deeper, knuckles kissing your entrance with every thrust. “You can take it. You always do.”
But he’s lying to both of you. He doesn’t want you to take it anymore. He wants you to break.
He leans over you, chest to your back, lips at your ear. “Cry harder for me, sweetheart. Let me hear how much it hurts to be this close and still not allowed.”
You do. The next sob is ragged, wet, desperate and the sound goes straight to his dick like a live wire. He’s so hard it’s painful, leaking steadily into his boxers, but he won’t touch himself yet. Not until you give him what he’s chasing.
One more curl of his fingers. One more brutal press against your g-spot. Your whole body locks up, a choked wail tearing out of you as fresh tears flood your eyes and your cunt clamps down so tight he can barely move.
“There,” he breathes, almost reverent. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
You come apart with a broken cry, shaking so violently the bedframe rattles. Slick gushes around his fingers, down his wrist, soaking the sheets in a warm rush. He works you through it mercilessly, slow, deep strokes that drag the orgasm out until you’re whimpering, overstimulated, tears streaming freely now.
When he finally pulls his hand free you collapse forward, trembling, hiccuping little sobs into the pillow.
Zayne exhales shakily. Guilt flickers in his chest, sharp and familiar but it’s drowned out by the dark heat pooling low in his gut. He turns you over gently, thumbs sweeping under your eyes, smearing the mess of tears and mascara even more.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, but his voice is thick with want, pupils blown wide. He’s already reaching for his belt. “I’m so sorry, love.”
He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
And when he finally sinks into you, stretching you open while you’re still twitching and oversensitive, you cry again, softer this time, and he kisses the tears right off your cheeks like he’s drinking them.
He’ll make it up to you later.
(He always does.)
For now, though? he just needs a little more of your pretty crying while he fucks you senseless.
Professor rafayel loves bending you over his office table. This time, he doesn't undress you completely, no, he just pushes your pants down, and hums in appreciation when your bare pussy greets him.
The last time you were in his office, bent over his table, he had spanked your ass and made you count. He did went on to fuck you after it, made you cum again and again, but that's not the point.
The point is, after he had came inside you, while your mind was hazy and body still shaking with aftershocks, he had made you promise. "I need quick access to your pussy." He had panted. "So, just. Don't wear panties next time. Yeah?"
When you hadn't answered, mind still processing on how to answer, he had dragged his heavy cock out and spanked your leaking pussy. You had jumped, whimpered. The sensation toe curling, making your walls contract around nothing.
Then, he had leaned closer, voice deceivingly soft. "I need an answer, cutie. Yes or no?"
Your answer was a sob of pleasure, and a breathless yes.
So now, here you were, not wearing panties, as he wanted. Bent over his desk, as he wanted. About to be fucked mindless, as he wanted.
you're more shy than usual tonight, but caleb's eager to see all of you!
maybe work was too exhausting earlier, or maybe the joke one of your friends made had hit harder than usual, but you couldn't help but feel extra shy tonight. you would usually melt into caleb's touch and relish in his compliments, but you were shying away from every touch.
you could tell he was getting antsy as he hovered over you in the hallway, but that nagging feeling wasn't stopping, and you found your arms covering your body before you knew it.
"what's wrong, pips?" caleb hummed, tilting his head, gaze far too intense for you to want to meet it. "did something happen?"
"no, i just.." you gulped, looking down at your body before looking back up at him. "it's nothing. should we bring this to the bed?"
he was suspicious, of course he was. but he brought you to your shared bed as asked, laying you down gently before crawling on top of you. but before he could start anything-
"a-actually, can you maybe turn the lights off?" you shied away from his worried gaze, arms still covering your chest and stomach. "you know, just to.. save energy.."
"why are you bein' so shy?" even if he was teasing, you could tell he didn't want to push too hard as he kissed your forehead, "it's not like i haven't already seen all of you."
"i know, but-" you hesitated, pouting up at him as your face flushed. "you're not.. tired of this?" your voice softened, "tired of me?"
with the way his eyes darkened, you felt a chill go down your spine. did you just fuck up?
"oh, pips," he smiled, caring yet sharp as he lowered his head to your neck, his fingers already making their way into your underwear to circle your clit, "i'd never be tired of you. i think you're in for a reminder of just how obsessed i am with you, hm?"
needless to say, after far too many rounds that you lost count, you were barely holding on. but he was still far too eager, cock hard and ready at your thigh as he smiled down at you.
"still think i'm tired of you?" he chuckled at the way you were too fucked out to speak, already tapping his tip against your clit. "you never need to shy away from me. i'll always love on you, no matter what."
Thinking about how rafayel would use his soft art brush to trace your swollen red clit, dragging it down, over your trembling opening. Your legs would surely tremble, body twitching, sensitive. He has been doing this for an achingly long time.
Dragging his brush against your clit in slow circles, masterfully moving the brush in different shapes over your dripping pussy, watching it all, not letting one twitch of your body escape his watchful fascinated gaze. "You know what cutie?"
You would whine in response and he would simply laugh at your pathetic state. "I think you are finally ready to take both of my cocks."
Caleb kneading your breasts as if they were his personal stress balls, his arms around you holding you secure on his lap, while you struggle for your life in a survival game.
Each time you lose, he spanks your breasts, touch punishing, "You can do better than that, pips."
Xavier is the type to nuzzle his nose against your neck to wake you up. And when you do wake up he wastes no time slipping his morning wood inside sighing dreamily when your already wet walls welcome him.
Zayne flicking your clit with precise finger strokes, each one designed to make you lose your mind. Up. Down. Up down.
Zayne watching, transfixed as your little bud reddens, an angry little thing, beneath his long middle finger. When you whimper for more, he of course obliges, a secret smirk on his face, as inserts his finger in your fluttering walls.
Zayne dragging his finger slowly, eyes fixed on the sight of his digit disappearing inside your squelching folds. All it takes is a few more strokes until you come all over his hand, already begging for more.
Overall, being fingered by zayne would definitely be an experience.
Caleb is the type to use his cock as a plug for your well used pussy making sure his cum stays in takes root leaves you tethered to him for the rest of your life.
