usually, before bed, sukuna slides his hand down your panties, placing his large hand over your mound and keeping it there. why? whenever you build up the courage to ask, he simply just shoots you a sharp glance, saying "itâs warm. stop asking questions, woman."
imagine his surprise when he mindlessly slides his hand down, only to feel you were completely bald down there this time.
youâve never seen sukuna so genuinely confused. his usually bored, irritated expression had faded, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"brat, where is it."
you look over at him, shrugging. "whereâs what?"
he feels around a little more, double checking, nope â not a single hair. âdonât play dumb with me, woman. the hair. where is it."
you were just as confused as he was. did he really love your bush that much?
âi shaved it?âŠ" you respond, watching a slight frown form on his face, similar to a grumpy cat â honestly, anyone else would look at him and assume his entire family had been killed or something.
in your defense, you just felt like changing it up, assuming he wouldnât care much at all. if you knew itâd affect him this much, you wouldnât have plucked even a singular hair away.
"why the hell would you do that," he growls, his initial confusion quickly turning into irritation. âput it back, i donât find this amusing."
you canât help but let out a soft giggle, feeling sukuna pull his hand out from beneath your panties, two arms crossing in silent annoyance like a kid whoâd just had their candy stolen.
"kunaâ, itâll grow back⊠i didnât realise you liked it so much," you smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. his expression remains the same, though he doesnât push you away, silently accepting your affection.
"donât let this happen again," he demands.
"awwh! you miss it," you tease, poking his chest playfully. he catches your wrist in his hand, grip demanding, yet not firm enough to hurt.
What special item do they keep on them at all times?
Inside on of Varka's pant pocket is a folded up photo of the people he cherishes back in Mondstadt. Although it has water damage on the corners, and a small piece got burned at the bottom, he refuses to take another one. Or carry around a new photo of the same people.
"It's been more than five years since this photo was taken, haha! There's no way I can replace it! Everyone looks different now, especially Razor and Rosaria. But look your peace sign is still there!"
The day this precious photo was taken was back before Diluc had left the knights, Varka was about to set off on another expedition though this one would only take a few weeks. His partner volunteered to take the picture of everyone, "are you sure you don't want to be in it?" Kaeya asks, "I can always take it or find someone that can."
"Nope I'm already here!" They say with a cheeky grin, "ready everyone?" They throw up a peace sign with their non-dominate hand, which appears in the bottom right corner of the picture. Varka remembers their smile well, and often looks at this photo while writing letters to the people back home.
The Curatorium of Secrets once had an interesting client. A man who made all kinds of weird demands, and always asked for collateral. "How about that jewel you always have wrapped around your leg?" The man smirks, eyes shifting towards the ground even though Nefer was sitting behind her desk.
Her eyes narrowed, "what more do you need?" She asks, "we have given you body guards as a safety measure already and half of your payment. Are you trying to say the information you have is worth more than that?"
Jahoda stood outside her office, wanting to report back from her latest job, but now stood terrified. The 'jewel' the man is referring to is actually pine amber Nefer's partner had made into a pendant for her birthday some time ago. Nefer than attached it to a leather garter to carry it around with her in her day to day life. She knew that asking for this item would leave him either defenseless or without the rest of his payment. "Boss Nef, let him have it!" She silently cheered.
Columbina was out walking late one night, gathering her thoughts about the next Moon-Prayer Night. How she would try to help the people of Nod-Krai, how she would still keep in contact with Arlecchino. All the 'what if's' swirling around in her head until she looks up at her home, the moon. She now finds great comfort in looking up at it, and realizes it is almost like looking at her partner.Â
She looks down at the ring they had given her as a surprise gift on cold winter day. Columbina remembers looking at their hand and saw a similar looking ring. "We match!" They exclaimed, "thank you for being in my life." They smiled fondly at her. Since that day she has never taken it off. A ring made out of moonfall sliver has since been a popular trend among the people in Nod-Krai, and the merchant who first started to sell them has made a fortune.Â
"I know everything will be alright with you by my side." She whispers, rubbing her thump over the ring.
"Ah, welcome back." Flins greets his partner who has returned to the lighthouse. "How was the trip?" He lays the photo he was admiring onto a table to greet them by the door.
"The usual." They reply, "still looking at that old thing?" They tease, "I know they say 'take a picture it'll last longer' but I didn't think you would take that seriously.
To Flins who has lived many, many years, a picture would not last long enough. To catch a moment in time was precious, magical even, to someone who has watched time pass by more than others. "The way the moonlight caught your eye was magnificent." He teases, "and that smile, I wasn't kidding when I said I could look at it for hours."
"Ms. Lauma!" She turns her head to see two children of the Frostmoon Scions calling out to her.Â
"Yes?" She greets them with a smile, "how can I help you two?"
"We want a bracelet just like yours!" They both exclaimed with stars in their eyes.
Lauma chuckles, "this was a very special gift more someone very important to me. They say that the animals helped guide them to find the materials." They children both looked at each other, "I'm sure if you go ask them they would be more than happy to help."
"Y-yeah!" One of them piped up, "thanks!" She waves them off and goes back to her duties. Laughing to herself, she hopes she didn't make too much trouble for them.
"Here, put this on your finger." Arlecchino hands a small box to her long time partner, in every sense of the word. The box held a ring, the jewel in the center has a deep red. The band itself was pure black. It was crafted by the best of the best, right here in her home of Fontaine.
"The color of your eyes." They look up at her with such fondness she never got used to. "Thank you."
She shakes her head, tucking her head behind her ear to reveal an almost matching set. Only these jewels were the exact same color has her beloved's eyes. "I know it's not quite the same as matching but this is much more subtle for me. I hope you like it."
"A bookmark?" He holds the paper closer to his face. The first thing to catch his eyes was the Sumeru rose, then the sakura blooms. "Did you make this?"
Wanderer gets a nod in reply, "I know it's a lot of purple but this is sort of what I think of when I think of you." He scoffs at these words, walking pasted them and shoves them to the side. Not Enough to make his partner fall over though.
"Since you made it for me I guess I'll just have to treasure it then." The bookmark was then asked by multiple of his peers at the academy. Durin and Albedo were the only ones who could figure out why he kept it in such good condition.
Sucrose and Timaeus have often seen Albedo fiddling with something underneath his shirt. At first they thought it might have something to do with his body. The two came up with a few hypotheses before finally asking.
"If there's anything wrong with your body we will definitely help!" Sucrose mustered up the courage to say.
"Oh," Albedo chuckles and reveals a gold chain necklace with scarlet quarts serving as it's centerpiece. "I have formed the habit of messing with this when I'm coming up with a formula or thinking about my next sketch." Timaeus gives him a look, "yes it is a gift from them. I guess feeling it makes me feel closer to them when they're not here."
â¶ïž Acts of Service (starring . qifrey the witch)
synopsis . Trying to coax your usually gentle partner into fucking your throat whilst giving him head. content . afab!reader, somewhat established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, face fucking, pet names, brat taming, praise, sadism, etc.
author's note: i need him so bad like pls. anywho, answering this request (kinda lol). banner from: âKubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshiâ
âY-Yes, down your throat now. Oh my-, just like that. Perrrfect.â Qifrey couldnât help the words that floated out of his mouth, a hand grasping at the top of your head tightly enough to reveal veins against his skin.
He tried not to buck his hips too much almost every time you sucked him off but it was difficult not to when your head was bobbing so vigorously, letting his twitchy tip kiss ân cling to the very back of your throat. He told you he had a stressful day, so all you wanted to do was relieve some of that stress for himâeven though he typically advises against doing so adamantly.
Youâve no idea why heâs so keen on remaining stressed and pent up. Nor do you understand how the man goes on and on about how much he hates water and all things wet, yet heâs throbbing against your flattened tongue the moment you stick it out for him.
His wishes aside, all you longed for was to see that other side of him he tried so hard to keep hidden from those most dear. Though, Qifrey had a way of hiding all intimate parts of his personality from those he treasured most.
With the sole exception of sex, of course. While it did relieve some amounts of stress, it most certainly was too satisfactory of an act for him to indulge in with just anyone.
Which is where you come inâhis pretty lilâ partner.
âCan you-, hahhh⊠p-possiblyâfuckâslow down, my love?â Qifrey tried to warn you, his fingers taut atop your head as his the muscles in his thighs tensed and his desire to buck his hips upward increased. And yet, you merely lifted your gaze up to meet with his and then began to bob your head up ân down even quicker. âN-No, not faster. I-, hnngh.â
The hold he has on you suddenly steels and your eyes widen as you realize youâre hardly able to move. Qifreyâs mentally apologizing for the way he begins to thrust up into your mouth and push your head down to meet with each one.
âI cannot maintain my composure when you suck on me like that,â He huffs, lashes fluttering whilst his pretty face twists up in pleasure. Then heâs tilting his head to the side and casting a half grin down at you, âFuuuck, you made me do this, yâknow. S-Staring at me like that⊠god, you look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.â
You felt your thighs clamp together tightly in an attempt at soothing the sudden ache his words spurred from your body. You werenât sure if he realized it or not, but this was all you really wanted from him.
âYeah? You like that, do you?â Sweat begins to build up against the smooth planes of his skin and heâs nearly irritated by it. So much so that he finally slips up and drops that gentle, kindhearted act of his, âOh, I bet you do.â Your lips smooch down against his swollen base as he holds you in placeâthe faint tuffs of a white happy trail tickling your skin. âTell me then, tell me how much you like having your mouth properly fucked. Come now, let me hear it.â
âMmmph!â You mumble around him, batting your eyes up rapidly at him.
Qifrey chuckles. He did quite enjoy it when you tested him, and that feeling only doubled down when he saw you like this, âStill putting forth your best efforts even whenânngh⊠y-your mouth is all full of me. How cute.â
Your partnerânever boyfriend, for reasons youâre entirely unsure ofâgains that different shaded glimmer in his eyes all of a sudden. You relish in the feel of his dick drooling something pleasantly nasty down your throat and he seems to be delighted by the sight of it. That, and the sexy way in which you squirm in between his legs like you wanted him to be meaner to you or something.
âSlow, my love.â He tried to warn you, tried to apply pressure to your head and steady how quickly you sucked at his cock. âS-Slow down, Iâm close.â
His voice was so delicate even as his orgasm approached and you found yourself moaning around his shaft as his tone wavered and pitched in reaction.
Then your hands met his legs and you gripped at him, lifting your gaze back up and swirling your tongue across every reachable vein he had to offer you. He wanted you to slow down again, but just like the last time, you refused to do so and proceeded to suck faster ân harder.
Things click for him right then.
âAh? You want me to⊠oh.â His cock was throbbing all against the constricting walls of your throat and he knew you felt it. Even so, you still swallowed him in deeper and ignored how gags threatened to interrupt your actions. Qifrey found himself grinning, âYouâd like to swallow it, would you?â
Naturally, you nod.
The witch before you was many, many thingsâbut a complete pushover for you was not one of them. If you were going to actively disobey his orders of slowing down just to get what you wanted, then he was going to only allow your desires to come forth on his own terms.
Which is exactly why he holds your head as he pushes himself up to stand. You try to pull back as if you needed to breathe but your mouth is rapidly clogged by the length of his cock pushing forward in one, mean thrust.
His balls smack against your chin and he feels you whining around him as he grunts, âNaughty girl.â Qifrey readjusts his hands to the sides of your pretty face before letting out a soft sigh. Though, his calming exhale was rather opposite to the vicious look in his eyes as he began having his way with your mouth, âI do hope this-, hah⊠satisfies your fantasies well. Mmgh.â
You somehow gain the bratty nerve to try and wiggle your head away from his steeling grip and he seems to find that most humorous.
Cocking his head to the side and narrowing those rude eyes at you, âStillâkeep still,â He groans, rolling his hips forward more thoroughly so that you could feel each inch of his cock twitch around your mouth. To his surprise, you manage to stop your squirming, and for that he smiles and says, âGoooood. Now swallow.â before cumming directly down your tongue.
When he soon pulls out of you, heâs left to watch gallops of saliva and his cum string between his tip and your lips. The sight shouldâve been seen as disgusting, given how wet and sloppy it was. And yet he was still hard, still twitching in front of your face even as he panted to catch his breath.
It really was unfair how gorgeous of a partner heâd obtained.
He couldnât help but want to fuck every drop of his frustrations out into youâespecially when you were peering up at him with those glossy eyes of yours, looking as though you wanted to go again and again until he had his fill of you.
You move to wipe at your mouth, âQifrââ
âActually,â Heâs cutting you off rather sharply, taking his dick into one hand and shuddering from the sensitivity of it before his feet shift his body closer to you. Then his other hand finds the top of your head and heâs glaring at you like youâre nothing more than some toy for him to make use of, âI quite enjoyed that.â
You blink once.
Qifrey had a tendency to focus on your pleasure most days, claiming that doing so is most enjoyable for him too. But you knew there was another side of him he wasnât showing you quite yet, and apparently this was it.
His fingers disappear into your hair and his palm is nearing the back of your head. You knew he was about to absolutely ravish your throat based on the way he was holding onto you.
âLetâs go again, shall we?â Serves as the only warning from his plush lips. Then you watch him move his hand from his dick and to your jaw, tipping your chin up before he swipes a thumb over your cheek in awe. He hates water but it would be quite the sight to see it falling from your face all because of him, âPreferable until youâre crying⊠and after that, youâll keep quiet about this. Understood?â
Qifrey had to make sure your silence was a given these days, seeing as youâd created a small habit of hinting at the intimate nights you experienced with him. And to make those matters worse, heâd found out that you shared these vague details with Olruggio of all people.
Hence why youâre pouting, âNot evenââ
The witch cuts you off by nudging the hardened edges of his cock in between your lips all unevenly, letting his shaft gloss over your wiggly tongue and deep down into the back of your tracheaâeasily causing you to gag.
âYou will tell no one about this.â He orders, yanking your head back so that only your lips are left to quiver around his tip, âNot a soul. Now nod if Iâm understood.â
Obediently, you do.
Then his cheerful grin returns, despite that darkened look remaining present in his eye. âGood girl.â
-°⹠Contents: Zayne isnât paying proper attention to you.
-°⹠Bribri Speaks!: so now that Iâm officially graduated (huzzah!) and in summer break youâll be seeing a lot more of me. Sorry in advance âĄ
âMy eyes hurt.â
At your whiny complaint, Zayne managed to pry his eyes from the paperwork before him, raising a brow at you.
When youâd brought his lunch to the hospital, you hoped youâd get to spend some actual time with him. Instead, he took the takeout bag, murmured a âthank youâ, and returned to his work.
Youâd been here for nearly three hours, mind you, and you hadnât even earned a sideways glance. It was unfair how good he looked with his nose buried in paperwork. His hair fell in his eyes, his hands deftly taking notes on his patientâs charts.
Youâd already counted how many tiles made up the ceilingâ57 in total. Youâd recached the daily limit on your favorite game, and your social media was officially overrun with memes that hardly worked to cure your boredom.
You were growing impatient.
âCan you come look at them?â You asked innocently.
âItâs probably from staring at your phone for so long,â he muttered, walking over to you. He stooped to your level, gazing into your eyes.
âThey really hurt. I think you need to kiss them better.â
âI have reason to believe this isnât a scientific treatment,â he observed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
âI donât care! Itâll help!â
A chuckle escaped the doctorâs lips, but he still indulged you. He pressed two gentle kisses to your closed eyelids, cupping your cheeks.
âBetter?â
âNow that I think about it, my cheeks hurt a lot, too.â
âWell, we certainly canât have that.â
Two more kisses landed on the apples of your cheeks. These were followed by a smattering of pecks on your throbbing forehead, another on your aching jaw, and a final one on your allegedly sore lips.
By the time he was done, his glasses slipped down his nose, askew and fogged.
âWhat about now?â
âWell, my butt hurts from sitting on this hard chair. I need something softer to sit on.â
He couldnât help but laugh again. He unceremoniously hoisted you up and settled behind his desk, you comfortably perched in his lap.
zayne had a rough day at workâso many patients, too much paperwork, an excruciating surgery in betweenâhe was absolutely beat. so when he trudges through the door with his tie loosened and very prominent bags under his eyes on his otherwise perfect skin, you tell him to go sit on the couch and relax while you finish whipping up dinner.Â
he wants nothing more than to shower the day off of him and crawl into bed with his wife, but you insist he needs to eatâthe same way he would if it were you in his shoes. and because he canât resist youâespecially when youâre wearing a cute little apronâhe begrudgingly obliges, letting his bag hit the ground and slumping on the couch, a single button on his crisp shirt unbuttoned showing off a beautiful sliver of skin.Â
he throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of anything to take his mind off his grueling work, and heâs successful when his mind finally lands back on you. his sweet, sweet wife.Â
he tries to keep his thoughts innocent⊠tries not to think about you in your little apron looking like you came straight out of a male fantasy. tries not to think about all the things he could do to you. tries so hard not to think about how you could take care of his cockâthe very same thatâs growing harder and harder in his confined slacks.Â
heâs tiredâcan barely move, and yet, he still calls you to him.
âsweetheart,â his voice gruff, carrying a slight rasp as he beckons you. âcâmere please.â
a frown etches itself on your face, walking your way to him from the kitchen. âbaby, âm almost done with dinââ
you donât get the chance to finish your complaint when heâs pulling you by the arm into his lap. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sudden movement. then youâre settled, straddling the large expanse of his lap and you feel it.Â
he wraps his arms around your body, flushing you against his chest. his lips press against the shell of your ear and he whispers, âdonât care about dinner, just let me hold my wife, yeah?â
he swears itâs all he needsâto hold you close and inhale your scentâbut his pulse is racing and blood roars in his ears all due to sheer desire and he canât stop himself from shifting his hips the slightest bit.Â
you feel that, too. it elicits a sharp gasp.Â
you can almost hear the small smirk forming on his lips, âhow was your day, beautiful?â he murmurs, hands moving to your hips.Â
and his movements are so calculated. from the way he ever so gently grounds you into him to the way his breath fans against your ear sending shivers down your spine.Â
âwas fineâŠâ you mumble, unable to stop the way you shift in his lap, body begging for more attention. âmissed you.â
âyeah?â he asks, his voice is low and nearly unrecognizable. âmissed you sâmuch more, my love. been waiting for this moment all day.âÂ
you pull back slightly to look into his eyes. theyâre tired. exhausted even, but they still hold that fire. that pure, burning desire. theyâre his fuck me eyes. and, god, do you love them.
âzaynie,â you whisper, unable to trust your shaky voice.Â
he hums, and the soft, pitched noise has you leaking through your bottom, probably leaving a wet patch right on his pants. âtell me, sweetheart.â his hands squeeze at your sides and his hips slowly, but surely, roll into you. "what did you do today?"
you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing. "mmph, not muchâŠ" another roll, evoking another wet gasp. "fuck, just⊠cleaned, w-went on a walkâ" he's pushing against you deeper now. you feel the outline of his cock push into you with every not-so-little thrust. "s-saw, saw that stray kitty in the park again."
"mmm, we should really take her in, shouldn't we?" he breathes, cock twitching at the sound of your voice breaking with every grind.
"zaynie," your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back so you can look at him. his face is flushed, pink blooming over his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears. you gyrate against him, pulling a breathy moan from your husbands hung open mouth. "dinner's gonna burn."
"let it burn then." he says, the words coming out in a hiss. "need my wifeâwe can order takeout later, i'll even cook, don't care. let me just have you like this first."Â
a beg. to the untrained ear, you can't hear it, but you know zayne like the back of your hand. you know that heat curls in his stomach, that tension lies in every bone in his body, that pure desire is the only thing he feels right now. the need to be close to you is strong, but the need to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking you till he's completely stress free and you're completely full of his cum is much, much stronger.Â
it's why all the fatigue evaporates and he can't stop himself from flipping you onto the plush couchâ rubbing into you you like he might die without feeling the outline of your pussy through your soddened panties and leggings . he can't even be bothered to rid you of your clothes⊠he craves the release. he needs it more than anything. needs you more than anything.
you let out a pathetic needy sob, overly worked up by him fucking you through your clothes. "z-zayne, moreâugh, need more. t-take it off, please."Â
his cock twitches helplessly at the sound. it's what he's been missing while drowning in work for hours on end.Â
"sweetheart," he moans brokenly. "promise i'll fuck you just the way you likeâjust need you to take this first. you can do that for me, can't you?" he whispers and the word shoot an immense amount of heat straight to your core. "you can be a good little wife, right, darling?"
you can never say no to him, especially when he talks to you like that. you respond wordlessly, giving your husband what he wantsâno, what he needsâand wrap your legs securely around his slim waist.Â
"that's it, good girl." and the way zayne sounds is the polar opposite of the weight of his words. his voice is frayed, desperate. "f-feels, ha, feels so good like this, yeah?"Â
his hips move faster, imitating the way they would if he were actually inside of you fucking you with full force. your body rocks with every thrust, every grind, your tits bounce underneath your apron, the couchâeven as firm as it sitsâsways with you in tandem.
it goes on and on. endless, whiny praises from him, sobbing pleas from you, your bodies rubbing against one another effectively ruining his dry-clean-only slacks till you finally feel that tight knot form in your lower belly.Â
and he's close, too, but zayne's been close to coming undoneâhe just didn't want to let go without you.Â
it happens so quickly that you barely have the time to process it. "baby, baby," you gasp, nerve-endings coming alive while your heart pounds at the speed of light. "'mâoh, fuck, baby. 'm cumming, cumming, cumming."
"cum with me, sweet girl." he wheedles, never losing his momentum for a second. he grinds you both through it till he feels your body pull taut underneath him. till you're shaking and sobbing and clinging onto him for dear life.Â
then he stills and his orgasm is explosive. he's vocal, moaning out your name mixed with all the sweet pet names he's given you. his cum leaks through his boxers and said dry-clean-only slacks, beading out of the fabric in a taboo, yet very erotic way.Â
it takes you both minutes to come down till the smell of burning food fills your nostrils.
then you hear the unmistakable beeping of the fire alarm.
"oh, shit."
KIT SAYS... they took my yaoi/bl app away from me. if you guys know where i can read my yaoi ad free, email me. (dm me or send me an ask, I'm begging i need to fujo out over hot men that kiss) oh and this isn't proofread lol
Youâre not even really sure what happened. Youâre having a good time, you are. It feels good, and you normally like this position.
So why do you feel soâŠdirty?
He notices your change in demeanour, the way your moans cease and you go quiet. He stops, pulling out slowly and reaching for you. You resist for a moment, not wanting him to see you crying.
âWhatâs wrong?â He sounds so worried about you. Itâs his nature, to worry.
âNothing I-Iâm fine. We can keep going.â You sniffle, and his decision becomes firm. His arms come around you, pulling you into his lap and hugging you.
âWeâre done, okay? Does anything hurt?â The tears are rushing out now, and you have to swallow your sobs to answer.
âN-no. I-Iâm fine really I donât-I donât know what happened.â You donât need to go into detail. Zayne hums in understanding, cool hand stroking your heated skin as he holds you closer.
âItâs okay. Let it out.â He presses a kiss to your head as you sink into his embrace, sobbing.
When you begin to calm down, he helps you sip some water, wrapping the blanket around you. Zayne doesnât let you apologize, not for this, but you donât let him say it either. Itâs no oneâs fault, the two of you agree.
Pspspsps imagine you wanting to cum and Zayne makes you spell something or give you a question (ex. math question or relationship questions) and if you get it right, you get to cum and if not then youâll be denied and have to start all over again
Iâm running away again hehe đââïžđš
"Answer."
"I-I don't know!"
Zayne pulls his cock out, making you gasp out and tug at the handcuffs.
"N-no no please! Come on Zayne keep going!"
"Then tell me. What was the topic of my graduate thesis? It's not a difficult question." You swear he smirks as the tip of his cock catches your entrance, making your back arch off the bed.
"You know it's not! Please it-it's not fair..." You whimper as he slides back in, slowly fucking you.
"I'll give you an easier question. But if you get this one wrong, I'll have to edge you twice to make up for it." He seals his threat with a kiss to the corner of your mouth as you tearfully nod, waiting for the question.
"When...is my birthday?" There's amusement in his eyes, and you're so relieved you could cry. You lean up to kiss him, smiling as you murmur the date against his lips.
"I've never done it even though I've attempted to multiple times." You sigh, slumping next to him on the couch. "In the end, all I could achieve was a cramped wrist and pruny fingers."
Zayne takes off his glasses and really looks at you. "I see."
"quite the dilemma you have there." He raises a brow, but more so at your lit up expression.
"This is only to satisfy my intellectual curiosity." You see zayne's lips quirk up.
"thanks to your last experiment, I'm well acquainted with that, my love." He looks oddly proud as he says that.
"I'm treating myself as a test subject to see whether countless articles, testimonials and... Ahem visuals were accurate."
"will you be publishing your study?" He plays along.
"focus, zayne. Besides I'll pay you handsomely." You attempt a corny wink. He laughs softly.
"seeing you gush on my fingers would be sufficient compensation."
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"squirting and female ejaculation are two different phenomenon." his voice is buttery soft as his fingers glide over your slit, gathering your slick to spread it over your glistening lips.
"nghâreleased from the skene's glands and urethrâah! respectively." you manage, lifting your head to see the way his slender fingers disappear into your syrupy hole.
"Its commendable how well informed you are. however, I'd rather you lost your mind on my fingers right now, darling." with that, his digits hook up, rubbing the swollen spot inside you.
his thumb finds your clit, making your walls quiver and melt around him. Your brain is melting into a mush. He hasn't moved his fingers. He's just caressing your sweet spot intently.
a strange weight accumulates in your stomach each time he does it, making you squirm under him.
"zayneâi feel something here..." your palm comes to your lower tummy.
"good. we're making progress." he mumbles, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips. he nips and sucks your clit, mouth opening to lick broad stripe over your pebbled nub.
his fingers stop moving. His wrist does instead. Fingers he keeps hooked tight, massaging your sweet spot with pin-point precision.
"focus on the anterior wall is key." he tells you, taking your clit back in his mouth for a deep suckle, making your thighs tremble with need. his fingers trickle up your skin, to your navel, planting kisses alongside his touches.
"a little pressure here..." The heel of his palm presses down on your lower stomach. gently at first, slowly growing. You nearly choke on a moan. "Do you feel it?"
Feel what? The way you want to pee? cum? Or both?
"oh-oh god!" your fingers find purchase in his hair as he scissors you open. you're sucking him in, spasming around him wildly.
His fingers jab your g spot. He can feel them against his palm. that alone has him pathetically leaking pre in his pants as he ruts himself against the mattress.
"this makes your g spot more accessible. Paired with the pressure on your anterior wall..." He emphasizes it with his arm moving up and down, prodding that spongy spot, making your pussy gurgle and squelch lewdly. the intensity grows. his entire arm works now, making you quake violently with every movement.
"oh shitshit-zayneeâ" the heat in your stomach is growing, coilingâa little more and you'll snap so hard. the thought alone has you letting out a perverted laugh.
"zayne... I think I'm about toâ" you're so perfectly fucked out right now.
"I can feel it." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your thigh. "Relax your pelvic muscles."
"y-youre gonna get sprayed in your faceâ"
"perhaps I want that." he admits, mesmerized. "after all, the female ejaculate contains high amounts of glucose." whaat a fuckin perv
but that's all it takes to maul your restraint. you gush around him with a silent cry, spraying so hard that your back arches off the mattress. his fingers keep going. rightly so because something else approaches. that familiar coil in your stomach.
mother of all things good. are you cumming? you see white before you can ruminate on it further. he groans in delight, mouth latching on to your creaming pussy. it makes you squeal in overstimulation.
when he finally lifts his face, licking your cream off his fingersâyou see itâface dripping wet and dazed.
zayne never refuses to assist your research after that.
youâre working a terrible job as a waitress, with an even worse boss but lucky for you, your knight in shining armor wonât just stand by and watch you work yourself to the bone!
warnings: comfort, super self-indulgent
[Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb]
XAVIER
The neon sign outside the restaurant flickered like it was on its last breath, same as you felt most nights. Six p.m. to whenever the boss decided the last drunk straggler had spent enough. Tonight it was pushing 4:12 a.m. and the place smelled like old fryer oil and regret. Your feet ached so badly youâd stopped feeling them hours ago. You just kept moving, tray balanced, smile stapled on, because arguing with your boss never ended well.
He was already red-faced behind the bar, barking at the line cook over a ticket that had been up for forty seconds. When you set down the last round for table seven, he snapped without looking at you.
âYouâre slow tonight. Table five has been waiting on their check for ten minutes. What, you think tips grow on trees?â
You mumbled an apology and turned away before he could see the way your hands shook. Doormat. Thatâs what the other girls called you behind your back, but they at least had the sense to call out when he crossed lines. You just took it. Rent was due. Student loans didnât care that your boss was a tyrant.
The bell above the door chimed softly. Even at this hour, someone was still coming in. You didnât look up right away, too busy wiping down the sticky counter but you felt the shift in the room. The low murmur of the remaining customers quieted. When you finally glanced over, Xavier was sliding into a booth near the window like he owned the place. He had his signature white hoodie on, and his hair was messy, his eyes were already scanning until they landed on you. He gave you a small smile that always made your chest feel lighter.
You grabbed a menu and headed over, legs protesting every step.
âHey,â you said softly, setting the menu down. âWeâre technically closed, but⊠I can get you something quick if you want.â
Xavier tilted his head, studying the dark circles under your eyes. âYou look exhausted. How long have you been here?â
âSince six.â You didnât add the part about yesterdayâs shift ending at 3:30. Heâd only worry.
Before he could reply, your bosses voice cut across the room like a whip. âHey! No loitering. If youâre not ordering, get out. Weâre not a shelter.â
Xavier didnât even flinch. He turned that serene expression toward your boss and stood up with the kind of graceful calm that made everything else in the room feel clumsy. âActually, Iâd like to speak with the manager on duty.â
âI am the manager,â he sneered. âAnd weâre closing.â
âPerfect timing then.â Xavierâs voice stayed gentle, almost friendly. âI noticed your signage outside says last call at 2 am. and kitchen closes at midnight. Yet itâs past four and your staff is still serving. Do you have special licensing for that? Or are you operating under an extension I should know about for my report?â
Your boss blinked. âWhat report?â
Xavier pulled out his phone like he was checking notes. âI used to work hospitality, a long time ago. Health code compliance, labor laws, overtime tracking. Fascinating stuff. For example, how do you calculate overtime for your servers when shifts regularly exceed twelve hours? Do you use the fluctuating workweek method? Or straight time-and-a-half? Iâm just curious.â
You watched your bossâs face cycle through confusion, then irritation, then the first flicker of unease. He clearly wasnât used to being questioned. He was used to yelling until people folded.
âI donât have to explain my business to some kid-â
âKid?â Xavier smiled, soft and disarming. âThatâs flattering. Mind if I ask about your wage theft complaints? There were a few on the review sites. Former employees mentioned tips being pooled incorrectly. Also, forcing staff to stay past posted hours without compensation. Interesting pattern.â
He kept going, polite as ever, asking about break compliance, mandatory overtime notice, whether the restaurant had updated its emergency evacuation plan since the last inspection. Each question landed heavier. Your boss knew some answers. Most he didnât. Every time he blustered, Xavier just nodded thoughtfully and followed up with another perfectly professional inquiry that made it clear exactly how little the man actually knew about running his own place.
You stood there frozen, tray clutched to your chest, watching the dynamic flip in real time. For once, someone was making him sweat instead of the other way around.
Eventually Xavier glanced back at you. âYouâve worked a double today, right? More than a double, actually. You should go home.â
âSheâs not going anywhere until the last customer leaves,â he cut in.
Xavierâs eyes cooled, but his tone stayed even. âThe last customer is me. And Iâm leaving. With her. Unless youâd prefer I file that formal complaint tonight. I know people at the labor board. Theyâre old friends.â
The silence stretched. Your bosses jaw worked. Finally he jerked his chin toward the back. âClock out. Weâll talk tomorrow.â
You didnât argue. You just grabbed your bag, legs trembling with relief and exhaustion. Xavier waited by the door, holding it open like it was the most natural thing in the world. Outside, the cold air hit your face and you nearly cried from how good it felt to be done.
He walked you to his car, one hand lightly at your back. âYou donât have to go back there,â he said quietly once you were inside, engine humming.
âI need the money, Xavier.â
âI know. But there are other places. Better ones.â He reached over and brushed a stray hair from your face. âWhy donât you try helping Jeremiah out at Philo?â
You leaned your head against the seat, eyes already drifting shut. For the first time in months, you believed you might actually sleep through the night.
ZAYNE
Dr. Zayne Li did not belong in a dive like bar you worked at 3:47 a.m. Yet there he was, sitting at the counter in his dark coat, looking like heâd stepped out of an otome game and into your personal hell. You poured his coffee with hands that wouldnât stop trembling after your bosses latest screaming match in the kitchen. Something about a wrong order. Something about how you were costing him money.
Zayne watched you the whole time, green eyes sharp behind his glasses.
âYouâre pale,â he said when you set the mug down. âHave you eaten?â
âNot since lunch.â Your voice came out smaller than you wanted.
Before you could elaborate, your boss stormed out from the back. âWhat the hell is this? You chatting up customers now? Get back to work, table nine wants another round.â
âTheyâve had six,â you murmured. âAnd weâre supposed to be closed.â
âI decide when we close!â his voice rose. âNot some waitress who canât handle a rush.â
Zayne set his coffee down quietly. âExcuse me. Youâre the owner?â
Your boss sized him up. âYeah. Problem?â
âSeveral.â Zayneâs tone was calm. The same voice he used when telling Pie to quit doing something. âFirst, your employee has mentioned sheâs a university student. Forcing her to stay until nearly four am. on a weeknight violates both labor regulations for students and basic duty of care. Second, the posted hours on your door and website do not match your actual operations. Thatâs misleading advertising at best, potential licensing issues at worst.â
Your boss laughed, but it sounded forced. âWho the hell are you, her lawyer?â
âHer partner. And a physician who understands fatigue related health risks. Sheâs exhibiting clear signs of chronic sleep deprivation and stress. Continuing this way will lead to medical consequences I will document if necessary.â
You wanted to sink into the floor. Part of you was mortified. The other part, the exhausted, beaten down part, felt something dangerously close to hope.
Zayne continued, voice never rising. âIâve already taken photos of the time. Iâve noted the lack of proper breaks. If you insist on keeping her here tonight, Iâll be contacting the labor department first thing in the morning, followed by the health inspector. Itâs your choice.â
Your boss stared at him. Zayne stared back, unflinching. The doctor who performed delicate cardiac surgeries versus a man who yelled at waitstaff for sport. It wasnât even close.
âFine,â he spat. âGet your stuff and get out. But donât think youâre getting any shifts next week.â
Zayne stood, towering over your boss without trying. âShe wonât need them. There are campus positions that respect student schedules. Or hospital admin roles. Places that donât treat people like disposable labor.â
He guided you out with a hand at the small of your back, steady and warm. In the car he cranked the heat and handed you a protein bar from his glove compartment like heâd planned for this.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you whispered.
âYes, I did.â He reached over and squeezed your hand. âNo one gets to exploit you. Not while Iâm here. Letâs get you home and to sleep. Tomorrow weâll look at better options together. And if he tries anything, you have my number. Actually, you have my lawyerâs number, too.â
You laughed weakly, the sound cracking. For the first time in ages, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.
RAFAYEL
The door had barely closed behind the last customer when Rafayel walked in. The few remaining staff did double takes. Your boss nearly tripped over himself rushing forward.
âMr. Qi! What an honor. Weâre technically closed, but for you, anything. Sit wherever you like. Best table in the house.â
Rafayel smiled that charming, slightly threatening smile and scanned the room until he found you wiping down a high top with heavy, exhausted arms. âIâll sit wherever sheâs serving.â
Your bosses expression faltered for half a second before the salesman mask snapped back on. He actually shoved you lightly toward the table. âYou heard him. Move it. And smile, for Godâs sake. This is Rafayel Qi.â
You forced the smile and approached, notepad trembling in your fingers. Rafayelâs eyes softened when they met yours, but the smile he gave your boss was pure performance.
âWater for me, cutie,â he said to you, voice honeyed. Then, louder, to your boss: âAnd whatever she wants. She looks like she hasnât sat down in hours. Rough night?â
Your boss laughed too loud. âSheâs fine. These kids today canât handle real work. Always complaining. But sheâs one of my best, right? Real team player. Even when she screws up the orders, she stays late to fix it.â
Rafayelâs eyebrow arched. âScrews up? Iâve seen her artwork. Her attention to detail is impeccable. Strange that sheâd be incompetent here.â
You wanted the floor to swallow you. Your boss kept digging his own grave, oblivious. âAh, you know how it is with pretty girls. They get distracted. Especially when important people come in.â He winked at Rafayel like they were sharing a joke at your expense.
That was the moment something in you cracked.
Rafayel noticed. Of course he did. His smile never wavered, but his eyes went sharp.
He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. âYou know, Iâve been thinking about doing a series on modern exploitation. The quiet violence of minimum wage service work. Overworked bodies, stolen wages, bosses who mistake fear for loyalty. Itâs very⊠visceral. I might need a consultant. Someone whoâs lived it.â
Your boss preened. âI could give you the inside scoop-â
âNo, I think sheâd be perfect,â Rafayel cut in smoothly. âShe has the soul for it. You, on the other hand⊠well. Your establishment has such a charming reputation online. All those one star reviews about verbal abuse. Very authentic for the piece.â
The color drained from his face as the implication landed. Rafayel kept talking, light and pleasant, about how he could make or break a small business with a single post. About how his fans loved a good scandal. About how heâd hate for this place to become a case study in toxic management.
By the end, your boss was practically bowing, promising you the week off with pay, offering comped meals, anything. Rafayel waved it all away.
âShe quits. Effective immediately. And I suggest you treat the rest of your staff with a little more respect. Or I might get inspired to paint something very specific about this charming little hellhole.â
He stood, offered you his arm like a prince in a storybook, and walked you out. Outside, he pulled you into a hug that smelled like expensive cologne and safety.
âYouâre done there,â he murmured against your hair. âIâll help you find something better. Something that doesnât crush your spirit. My studio always needs assistants who actually understand beauty.â
You clung to him, tears finally spilling. He let you cry, rubbing slow circles on your back until the shaking stopped.
SYLUS
Sylus took one look at you balancing three trays at once while your boss screamed about a spilled drink and decided the night was over.
He sat down at the worst table in the place, the one with the wobbly leg no one wanted and crooked a finger at you. When you approached, he simply pulled out the chair beside him.
âSit.â
âI canât. Iâm working-â
âSit, kitten.â His voice was low, commanding in that way that made your knees weak. âNow.â
You sat. The relief in your feet was almost painful. Sylus flagged down another server, ordered food and drinks, and told them to put it on his tab. When your boss came storming over, Sylus didnât even look up at first.
âSheâs on break,â he said calmly.
âShe doesnât get breaks right now-â
Sylus finally lifted his gaze. Red eyes, sharp as knives. âShe does tonight. In fact, sheâs done working while Iâm here. Bring her water. And something to eat that isnât from your sad little kitchen.â
Your boss opened his mouth. Sylus smiled the kind of smile that made smart people reconsider their life choices. âUnless youâd like me to have a conversation with the people who own this building. I know the landlord. Be a shame if rent suddenly tripled.â
You ate while Sylus watched, making sure you finished every bite. He kept the conversation light, teasing you about your stubborn independence, telling you stories that made you laugh despite everything. When you were done, he stood and walked straight over to your boss.
The conversation was short. You couldnât hear most of it, but you saw your boss go pale. Sylus returned, jacket in hand, and draped it over your shoulders.
âTime to go home.â
In the car, the city lights blurred past. You leaned your head against the window.
âI canât just quit, Sylus. I need-â
âYou need a job that doesnât treat you like garbage. Elysium has openings. Or any of my legitimate businesses. You want to make your own money? Fine. But not at the cost of your health. Find something better, or Iâll find it for you. And before you argue about money, they wonât be handouts. Just better opportunities. Deal?â
You looked at him and something warm spread through your chest. The crime lord who couldâve burned the place down but chose to do things your way instead.
âDeal,â you whispered.
He took your hand and didnât let go the whole drive home.
CALEB
The girls at the bar noticed Caleb the second he walked in. Tall, easy grin, that boy-next-door charm wrapped around something sharper. They flirted shamelessly, batting lashes, leaning over the counter. Caleb smiled politely, but his eyes tracked only you. Every time you passed his table, he found a way to make your job lighter. Passing you clean silverware before you asked. Quietly clearing plates when your boss wasnât looking. Slipping extra tips under his glass with a wink.
But when your boss started in on you again, loud, public, accusing you of âdisrespectâ for not refilling a water fast enough, Calebâs easy demeanor vanished.
He stood up, sizing your boss up.
âGot a problem with how sheâs doing her job?â Caleb asked, voice deceptively calm.
Your boss puffed up. âThis doesnât concern you, buddy.â
âSee, thatâs where youâre wrong.â Caleb stepped closer. he carried himself like someone whoâd faced worse than a shitty bar owner. âIt concerns me a lot when someone talks to my girl like that. Especially when sheâs been on her feet for ten hours straight while you sit in the back doing nothing.â
You could feel the eyes of the other patrons zoning in on the scene. Conversations quieted down. Even the drunk customers were paying attention.
Caleb kept going, low and steady. âYouâve got cameras, right? Good. Wouldnât want any misunderstandings when I file that complaint tomorrow. Verbal abuse, wage theft, unsafe hours. Health inspectors love tips from military folks.â
Your boss tried to come up with something to say. Caleb just smiled, the kind that didnât reach his eyes.
âOr we can handle this like adults. You treat her and the rest of your staff with respect for the remainder of her time here. She quits when sheâs ready, not when you force her out. And if I hear one more raised voice at her tonight, weâre going to have a different kind of conversation outside.â
Your boss backed down. Grudgingly. But he backed down.
For the rest of the night, something shifted. Caleb stayed until close, actual close, not your bosses version. He helped you clean your section when the boss wasnât looking. Walked you to your car. Leaned against the door while you unlocked it.
âYou donât have to keep doing this,â he said softly. âThere are better jobs. Youâre smart, capable, kind. Donât let him convince you that you deserve this shit.â
You looked up at him, exhausted but seen. Really seen.
âI know,â you admitted. âIâm just⊠scared to leave.â
Caleb pulled you into a hug, chin resting on your head. âThen be scared with me standing next to you. Weâll find something new together.â
For the first time in a long time, the future didnât feel quite so heavy.
Final design is Olruggio as a barn owl! Iâll probably revisit this eventually to draw beldaruit, easthies, tartah, and custas, but I have to switch projects for a little bit! These are available as stickers, keychains, prints, and tshirts on my shop!
Phainon has been peeking from the doorway to see you in the study, still occupied with nonâstop meetings, or from the bed as he watches you on the desk still talking to your colleagues through the screen.
Phainon wonders, when will this be over, since this has been going on the past few weeks. He understands how important these are, as it is related to the success of your career, but is it such a sin for a man to desire his most beloved honey to be embraced between his arms?
He pouts whenever he tries to catch your attention by touching your hand or wrist. . . slowly pulling you away from your responsibilities briefly, because not only does he have his needs ( he needs his daily dose of his honey, to be quite frankly ), but also he wants you to rest, becauseâ
âHoney, itâs already 11:30 pm,â he reminds you. âAre you still talking about the marketing calendar with your team?â
And oh, when you press on space to mute your mic, he frowns as he notices the prominent eyebags when you turn at him. He feels his heart squeeze, not liking the sight at all. Yet heâs proud of you, he always does, because youâre working so hard, but very worried, because you deserve your rest, too.
Because why the hell are these meetings even going on at this hour? Itâs way beyond 6 pm! And these can even be arranged through messages! Or emails!
But ohâsweet, fragile, you. Sweet, hardworking you answers with a weak smile, âItâs urgent, Phai.â And you caress his hand back. âiâll sleep soon.â
Supposedly, thatâs an act of reassurance. But Phainon knows better. Heâs seen your schedule.
He will still try however, with a whine, âyou better.â He tightens his grip on you, desperate, and also wants to emphasize how important it is to balance your work and your life accordingly.
Itâs not just about work, work, and work. He knows how itâs like, and he knows how difficult it can be. Phainon wishes to never see you in such a situation. Itâll break his heart.
But for now, all you can just do is nod, before turning to the screen again and talking to your team. For now all Phainon can do is watchâthough hesitant, but still observant, because if anything bad happens, and if you just want the solace that youâve been cravingâheâll be there.
( Because he really does know how itâs like. )
And even if he knows to himself that he wants to yank you close and let you abandon your duties, thereâs just nothing he can do. Not yet.
Youâre tired, he can feel that. But youâre still so determined, still so dedicated, and he really admires that about you.
But thereâs nothing to prove, honey, he wants to say, and willingly makes space for you when you shut your pc. Then, as you place yourself to your spot, you turn on your phone to receive a call from another colleague, and Phainon frowns deeper at you growing more exhausted by the minute. Thereâs nothing to prove when youâre already amazing in my eyes.
His eyes sting as you look at him with another soft smile, your mouth already opening and closing as you talk to your colleague. His view swirls when you offer your arms, and Phainon wastes no time in burying his face to your chest.
Phainon suppresses his cries when you hug him back, even if youâre still so busy with that phone call.
Once all this is done, Phainon will make sure you wonât be doing this to yourself anymore. Not when itâs taking a toll on your overall health.
Qifrey took a deep breath. He couldnât believe he was back here. Well, actually yeah he could. You had both been a bit tipsy with your last encounter and he thought that would make things awkward, but it didnât. You went back to acting as if everything was normal between the two of you, so who was he to act as if it wasnât. Except he couldnât stop thinking about it.
Your plush thighs straddling his lap. Your cunt grinding down on his cock. The pretty noises that came out of your mouth. He had never struggled this badly with his emotions in his life. And when you mentioned trying again and getting to be inside, he couldnât wait. He didnât want to ask you, but each time he saw you walking around the atelier in your little shorts, it took everything in him to not get on his knees and beg you to touch him, to help him with the ache between his legs.
He never touched himself. He had never done it before so why would he do it now? But the thought was there, though he wanted you to do it, to show him how itâs done. But more than anything, he wanted to kiss you. He was too out of it last time to get there, but he wanted to know what your lips felt like against his.
You walked out of your bathroom, a towel wrapped around your form, wet hair hanging past your shoulders, âHey, Qi,â You smiled, walking to your dresser, âWhatâs up?â
He couldnât take his eye off of you, the way your body swayed as you walked, the water dripping down the column of your neck onto your chest and being soaked up by the towel. He was already tenting in his pants at the thought of seeing you naked again. He told himself he wouldnât ask, and yet here he was, at your door, ready to beg.
You dropped the towel and his breath hitched, raking his eyes down your body. Watching as you bent over to grab something in the bottom drawer, your glistening cunt on full display. He couldnât hold back the groan that left his lips, a red hue immediately covering his cheeks.
You straightened back up, turning to face him with a smirk evident on your face, âDid you want something, Qifrey?â
The way you said his name. Oh god, he wanted you to say it again. He wanted to hear it fall from your lips while he was inside of you, breathless as you once were. He was thoroughly fucked, his cock now achingly hard between his legs.
He took a deep breath, trying to dissuade the dizziness in his head, âI do.â
You crinkled your brows, âWhat do you want?â
You bounced a bit on your feet, your breasts jiggling with the movement and fuck if he didnât wanna touch them, suck them, nip them, anything to get his mouth on you. When had he become such a pervert?
"Qifrey?" You giggled, "I can't read your mind."
He cleared his throat, prepared to throughly embarrass himselfâagain, âWill you touch me?â
You smiled, sauntering your naked body over to him just as you had done before. Placing your palm flat against his chest, it sent a shiver up his spine.
âHow would you like me to touch you?â You peered up at him, a wicked smirk on your face.
âUm,â He gulped, âYou mentioned something about being inside?â He twiddled his thumbs.
You stood on your tip toes, brushing your mouth against his ear, âDo you want to be inside me, Qifrey?â You whispered.
His cock twitched, his voice almost stuck in his throat, but he willed himself to speak, âYes,â He paused, âPlease.â
âWell since you asked so nicely,â You giggled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him over to your bed, âWould you like me to undress you?â You smiled.
âYou donât have to, I canââ He went to stand, and you grabbed his arm.
âIâd love to actually,â Your eyes glimmered and he swore he could finish in his pants from the sight alone, âIf youâre comfortable with that, of course,â Your tongue slid out to wet your bottom lip and he so badly wanted to pull it between his teeth.
He gulped, âOkay.â
You practically jumped up from the bed, unclipping the front of his robe and pulling it over his shoulders. Sliding the top of his outlayer over his shoulder before undoing his belt with what felt like practiced ease to him, the garment falling to the floor. He tensed for a moment, and you picked up the item, folding it and setting it down on the table behind you. âYou wear too many layers,â You laughed, him still left in his pants and undershirt.
âI donât like to get cold,â He commented, crossing his arms over his chest.
âPlease donât hide from me,â You eased his arms apart, lifting them into the air so you could remove his shirt, âYouâre still okay?â You checked in with him.
âYes,â He nodded, suddenly feeling a bit out of breath.
âGood,â Your fingers trailed under the hem of his shirtâgoosebumps littering along his skin at the contactâlifting the shirt over his head, sliding his arms out before also folding that piece and setting it aside.
You looked in his eyes for any reservations from him before removing his pants, the outline of his cock straining against his boxers.
âLooks painful,â You teased, a smirk donning your face.
Qifrey really wanted to hide at this moment, cover himself up, and run away, but he was also so turned on by the look in your eyesâyou staring almost hungrily at his cock.
âWe are going to need to remove those for this next part,â You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, âUnless you donât want to.â
âI do,â He said much faster than he wouldâve liked, definitely sounding a bit desperateâbut how could he not be when youâre staring at him like you want to eat him alive, and when he was so willing to let you, âI can take them off.â
âOkay,â You smiled, taking a step back, but not removing your eyes from him.
Qifrey felt exposed, left entirely barren underneath your stare, and yet heâd never felt so alive in his life, crackles of electricity sparking underneath his skin at the thought of what was to come. He took a deep breath, stepping out of his boxers and depositing them with the rest of his clothes.
âYouâre so pretty, Qifrey,â You breathed out, almost drooling at the sight in front of you.
Qifreyâs cheeks were on fire, hands balling into fists at his sideâyou asked him not to hide from you and he was doing everything in his power to fulfill that request.
âWill you lay back on the bed for me?â You asked.
He stepped backwards, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the bed, allowing him to sit back and scoot up the mattress. At this point, a deep pink blush had tinted the entirety of his porcelain skin, which quickly turned to a deep red when you crawled onto the bed and hovered over him. His cock twitched, leaking milky white onto his exposed abdomen.
âIs this alright?â You asked.
âYes,â He laughed, âIâm okay, you donât need to keep checking in with me.â
âQifrey, I know you very well and unless I ask, I donât think youâd tell me if youâre uncomfortable.â The stare you gave him bore straight into his soul.
âWell you didnât have to put it that way,â He chuckled nervously.
You smiled, âJust speaking the truth,â You turned your body slightly, âIâm gonna touch you now.â You warned, not wanting him to have any surprisesâwell not that you didnât have a few in mind.
You gripped the shaft of his cock, listening as he sucked in a breath, his hands fisting the sheets below. Placing one hand on his chest to balance yourself, you rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds gathering your slick and moaning as it dripped down his shaft.
Qifrey was already a mess below you, knuckles white from how harshly he was gripping the fabric of your bedsheets, jaw tensed, and eye closed as he was holding his breath.
âBreathe, Qi,â You cooed, panting at the feeling of his cock nudging your entrance.
âFeels soo good,â He finally breathed out, voice a shaky whine.
You giggled softly, âI havenât even put it in yet,â And as if that was warning enough, you eased his cock insideâjust the tip, pausing to feel the stretch of him, to hear the whimpers falling from his lips, his eye still closed but lips parted as he panted.
Qifrey was doing everything in his power to remain composed, he wanted to feel all of you, but the way you were squeezing around his cock head had him so close to finishing already. He knew you wouldnât judge him, but he wanted you to feel good too, and if that meant holding on just a little longer, he would hold his breath and grip your sheets until he blacked out and his knuckles cracked from the force.
Instead of pushing him further inâlike he thought you wouldâyou pulled the tip out with a slick pop before pressing it back in. His eye rolled into the back of his head, the feeling of your tight, wet, heat sucking him in once more was driving him insane. Then you did it again, and again. He wanted more, needed more, the way you breathily gasped each time he breached your entrance, he wanted you to be louder, wanted to feel you fluttering around the entirety of his length.
And when you did it again, he whimpered, the head of his cock already so sensitive, tears brimming at his waterline, âPlease, more please,â He whined out.
With a smirk on your faceâhaving Qifrey exactly where you wanted himâin one swift motion, you sank all the way down, bottoming out his cock in your tight cunt.
âahhhhhâFUCK,â Qifrey cried out, hands flying from the sheets to grip your hips, âDonât move,â He begged, squeezing the skin beneath his hands.
âWhy not?â You teased, rolling your hips ever so softly.
âWait!â Qifrey whimpered, gripping you even tighter, âIâm gonnaââ He squeezed his eye shut as you rocked once more, his cock twitching inside, mouth parting as he cried out your name, shooting ropes of cum into your sweet cunt.
You paused, waiting for him to catch his breath, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.
âIâm sorry,â He apologized.
âWhat for?â You asked, tilting your head to the side.
âI wanted you to feel good too,â He panted.
âI felt good, Qi.â You assured him.
âBut you didnâtââ He wasnât even sure what he was trying to say.
âFinish?â You giggled, âItâs a bit different for me. Iâll show you next time, how about that?â
âNext time?â His eye widened.
âIf you want,â You smiled, âOr do you think you can keep your eye off me as I walk around the atelier now?â
âNot a chance,â He chuckled, staring at your lips as you smiled, pushing aside his embarrassment one more time for the night, âCan I kiss you?â
âYou want to kiss me?â Now it was your turn to blush. It wasnât that you hadnât thought about it, but you were just helping him out, right? Helping him toâgeez what were you doingâbut kissing him, that felt intimate, more real than his softening cock still inside you.
âUnless you-um-you donât want to,â Qifrey swallowed, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat.
âI never said that,â He was supposed to be inexperienced one so why was your heart fluttering at the thought of kissing him, attaching your lips to hisâthe ones you had spent an embarrassing amount of time looking at.
You leaned forward, balancing yourself on his chest. Hovering just above his face, waiting for him to move, to do something. His eye looked from yours to your mouth before meeting your gaze again. He removed his hand from your hip, cradling your cheek. You leaned into his touch. He lifted his head, attaching his lips to yours.
It was sloppy and unpracticed, but entirely Qifrey. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, your hands finding home against the sides of his head, your chest flush with his. It was everything you had never experienced in a kiss beforeâthe feeling they tell you about with a first kiss, the way they portray it in fairytales.
Qifrey was feeling much the same, though neither of you were going to admit itânot quite ready for that yet. But as your lips moved in sync, finding your own rhythm, Qifrey realized how very fucked he was. The more your mouth melded with his, the more he knew just how unbelievably and unconditionally in love with you he was.
You both pulled away, out of breath, cheeks blushed, and something hanging in the air that you simply werenât ready to discuss.
âSo thereâll be a next time?â You panted.
âAbsolutely,â Qifrey smiled.
A/N: You all kept saying we were deflowering Qifrey and I kinda love that term so I had to run with it. This mini-series has now not only turned into first sex things with Qifrey, but apparently falling in love as well, or already being in love and realizing it and figuring out how to deal with it lol.
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Making Sylus and Zayne kiss after they get into an argument? Itâs the only way youâll talk to them and accept their apologies to each other as âsincereâ lmfao đ€Ł
"I don't believe it."
They've been fighting for two weeks, yet somehow have come to an agreement an hour after you mentioned a sex ban? Yeah, no way you're buying this.
"It's true." Sylus smirks, the picture of truth. But Zayne won't quite meet your eyes. He hates lying to you. It's his best feature.
"Well if you've really made up...kiss."
Annoyance flickers on Zayne's face. The argument had rubbed him the wrong way, and it's clear Sylus still hasn't earned any physical affection just yet.
"I don't see the point of that. We've told you we made up, isn't that enough?" Zayne shifts uncomfortably, while Sylus's smirk only grows. He knows they've been caught red-handed. But he can't give up an opportunity to get on Zayne's nerves.
He pulls him into a kiss easily, one Zayne doesn't fight. They meld into each other, and you can see the tension slowly release from their bodies. If they hadn't made up before, they definitely had now.
When they pull away for air, two sets of eyes hazy with pleasure meet yours.
18+ ; f!reader ; dirty talk ; unprotected p in v ; pussydrunk!qifrey ; possible ooc ; rusty ahh writing
pussy deprived bf!qifrey had made the difficult decision years ago to begin abstaining from the desires of flesh to focus on teaching magic. he had battered down every urge and scared away every fantasy; and heâd been very successful in doing so.
that was, until you, of course. you just had a way of melting his mind and ripping his desires to the surface aggressively in a way that he simply couldnât fight.
and when he finally gave in and let himself slip between your thighs and experience heaven again, already warm and wet and readyâoh, he completely lost it.
you didnât even have to beg him to fuck youâbecause he slides between your slick thighs with so much enthusiasm it catches you off guard. lines his hot, already leaking tip up with your drippy hole and pushes in with a feral, throaty groan.
âo-oh, fuuuck,â itâs broken, deep, littered with gravel and so, so hot that it has your tummy swooping; heâs so hard and thick inside you, spreading you out long before he even bottoms out.
and when the fine hairs at the base of his cock do bump gently into your clit as he sheathes himself completely inside, you both release similar sounds of euphoria. your body is absolutely buzzing, gooey pussy so full and stretched, and you just want him to fuck you. bully that thick cock into your stomach until you explode.
and you donât even have to tell him. the instant you think it, heâs movingârolling and bucking his hips so expertly into yours that you have to grip the sheets to keep from floating away.
âmmm, fuckâgods, beautiful, âs so goodâyâfeel so fuckinâ good.â qifrey rumbles in between the fast, wet slaps, plump lips finding yours to connect them messily. you can barely respond to it through your moans and mewls, through the haze of euphoria that his dick fucks into you.
but really, itâs less of a kiss and more of a messy tangle of tongues and teeth, just the two of you licking into each otherâs mouths and tasting; devouring with heated desire too long stamped down.
itâs so sloppy, so wet and lewd, and qifrey is losing his mind. keeps panting and moaning into you, cock throbbing inside your mushy walls and hips bucking madly. like he canât get enough of the way you clamp and suck him, the way you flutter around him every time his abdomen connects with your puffy clit.
and you canât get enough either. finally feeling his thick cock fill you up, over and over, the thing youâd cravedâit has you wanting even more.
âdonât stop,â you find yourself mewling, toes curling and back arching with each slide. your stomach is knotting in on itself, orgasm building with such an intensity that it makes you feel dizzy. and heâs just slamming into you, keeping to that rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.
ânever gonâa stop, baby,â qifrey rasps, dick absolutely kicking up, so long and hard. ââm gonâa fuckâya so good. make her cum sâmuchâ,â he sounds so absolutely fucked, words mushed and slurred. you arenât much better, though, pussy so wet and sloppy that itâs almost louder than your own moans and babbles.
you canât really help itâqifrey is so fucking big, fucks you so good; you donât think youâve ever felt so dumb on a dick before.
âgod, you deserve itâpussyâs too fucking good, babyâshit, yer so wet, sheâs cryinâ on meâfuuuuck, so hotâyer amazing, you know? i fuckinâ love it sâmuchâ,â you donât think youâve ever heard qifrey curse so much, or use such vulgar languageâitâs a spectacle.
unfortunately, you canât focus much on his babbling. can only focus on the way he fucks his cock into you, stuffs your cunt up over and over, kissing and rubbing every single sweet spot so effortlessly. heâs fucking you straight into stupidity, pulling your orgasm to the surface so fast that you canât even mentally grasp it through the pleasure.
you donât even feel the way you start to twitch and clench, but qifrey does. and he lets out the throatiest, loudest groan at the sensation. starts to fuck you harder, grip your flesh desperately and mouth his wet lips anywhere they can reach.
âoh, fuckâgod, baby, yesâi feel ya, sweetheart. gonâa cum, yeah? âm gonâa makeâya cum, beautifulâfuck, give it to me, huh? right here on mâcock. ooh, fuuuuuckk, i want it sâbadâ,â
youâre nodding, mumbling and mewling, arching into his firm body and squeezing around his cock. itâs right there, just a few more strokes of that delicious dickâ
thatâs when he goes absolutely feral. fucks so hard you start to see stars. so focused on fucking that orgasm right out of you that heâs reduced even himself to nothing but moans and grunts.
at least, until you start to cumâthe instant he feels your walls flutter and gets that sweet cream on his cock, heâs falling apart.
âyes, goddamn, babyâthatâs it, fuckinâ give it tâme. cum all over this cock, you earned it, baby. so fuckinâ goooood, shitâ good girl, thatâs it. let it go, jusâ let it go.â
heâs just so lost in it; lost in your moans, your hot body, your wonderfully sloppy pussy, the way you shake and tremble as you slop up his cock with your pretty eyes rolling back.
qifreyâs so completely wrapped up in you in all ways. so wrapped up, in fact, that he canât find it in himself to stop even when you start to whine and wriggle away, mewling that youâre too sensitive and âqiiiiâââs too much!â
he just keeps fucking, plugging his cock into your sweet pussy just to feel it squeeze and wring him. heâs obsessed with it. wants to feel it and fuck it and make you cum over and over until you simply canât.
heâs simply making up for lost time, you see.
ps: please feel free to clog up my inbox with qifrey thirsts i need this man sb itâs actually debilitating! and i love community thirsting so PLEASE BABES PLEASE!! đ
Your interactions with him are friendly but professional, and never crosses the line. If youâre being honest, youâve developed a little (ok maybe not so little) crush on the handsome, and extremely accomplished doctor, who despite his âcoldâ appearance and demeanour, has a really sweet tooth.
One day Zayne did not come by to collect the coffee and pastry he ordered for pick up and you decide to do a personal delivery during your break.
His office door is slightly ajar and you peek in to see him resting on his desk with his head on his arms. Not wanting to disturb him, you push open the door as slowly as you can and tip toe over, placing his order gently on the table.
Unfortunately the crinkle of the paper bag foils your plan and his hand shoots out to grab your wrist. Frozen in shock you see a sleepy green-hazel eye peering from the corner of his arm before it opens widely in recognition.
Zayne quickly releases your wrist and apologies, the tips of his ears turning red. You shake your head and assure him allâs good. You are about to leave when he invites you to have coffee with him sometime, to thank you for the favour.
And that was the start of your beautiful relationship â€ïž
A/n: Iâm attempting a 100 days of Zayne challenge! The goal is to post something about Zayne everyday - no min/max word count, and it can be about anything or with anyone as long as Zayne is involved. Itâs all in good fun and I hope youâll enjoy reading the posts as much as Iâll enjoy writing them âșïž
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