thinking about the time around 3 months ago when my bf was wrapped around me like a koala, laying on my chest and playing with my necklaces (I wear them daily, including one he gave me for my bday!) he was entranced in the shine they gave off in my dimly lit basement.
i remember him looking up at me, taking off his glasses (he is blind as a bat) and nuzzling his nose into me just to smell more of me. his hand reaced up into my hair and uuuughhhhhhh it was so calming. im his.
even to this day I dont know what it is that is so intoxicating to him. but, hes in Virginia rn for another week which sucks and I miss him. oh darn.
A loud knock jolts you from your focus, your stationery practically shakes from the force. You murmur to yourself, “What now?” Irritation evident in your voice as you push yourself out of your seat at your desk and head towards your dorm door.
You’re met with a very groggy, very out-of-it Satoru.
“Satoru? What are you doing here — why have you got gauze in your mouth?”
He pushed past you with a groan and flopped down onto your bed as if he owned it. “Just got my wisdom teeth removed, sweets.” His words were slurred, almost incoherent. You stared at him, pondering why on earth your fuck buddy was coming to your dorm out of all places after just having his teeth extracted.
“Aren't you going to cuddle me?”
You snorted at his garbled words, the idea being so foreign that the only reasonable reaction was to laugh. “Satoru, we never cuddle after you visit, we high five and one of us leaves after getting dressed.” The white-haired man’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at your words, “But… why would I not want to cuddle my girlfriend?”
Hold on, girlfriend?
How many painkillers was this guy on?
You moved closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and rubbing your hand up and down his shin. “We aren’t dating, Toru. We just hook up sometimes, remember?” You tried to sound as kind as possible, lowering your voice so as not to embarrass him. Satoru however just shook his head, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth as he sat up.
“Nuh uh, we are dating because I’m sooo in love with you, pretty girl.” He tried to smirk but his cotton-stuffed mouth prevented that, instead, he ended up looking a tiny bit lopsided.
You froze, eyes wide, mouth agape at his confession. “You don’t mean that, you’re practically high from how many meds you’re on.” You tried to get up but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the bed with him. “No, I love you.” He repeated in a sing-song voice, nuzzling his head into your hand.
“My girlfriend, let me love you...” You felt him starting to fall limp against your hand, eyes wavering as he fought a drug-induced sleep. You signed, leaning closer in to press a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “We can talk about whatever that was tomorrow, Toru.”
“Let me love you… don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah…”
“You listen to Justin Bieber?”
“Suguru played it in the car, told me to serenade you…”
It was supposed to be a normal dumpster dive. Now you’re home with a magic keyboard that can rewrite reality, a curious Suguru who wants to understand it, and a very irresponsible Satoru who keeps saying “just one more test.” At first, it’s harmless but the more it responds, the more it listens… and the harder it becomes to ignore the kind of thoughts that probably shouldn’t be tested.
tags: 18+, mdni, 3some, oral (m! & f!), train (lol choo choo), handjob, slight tears, spit, praise, anal, double penetration, unprotected p in v, slight satosugu, face riding, gagging, creampie.
wc: 5.5k
a/n: the song... cough cough hint hint. Also, do yall know smosh?
Wednesdays were, objectively, your most questionable hobby.
Not in an illegal way. Well… kind of but in a “you are literally digging through a store’s trash like a raccoon with standards” type of way.
And honestly? You stood by it.
Because the beauty store threw away perfectly good products every single week, and you were not about to let a $23 foundation die in a dumpster just because the box was dented.
So here you were.
One foot hooked over the edge, the other awkwardly balancing as you leaned deeper into the dumpster, aggressively shifting bags around like you were on a mission.
“C’mon… don’t piss me off,” you muttered, pushing aside a ripped open box.
“I know y’all got my shade in here somewhere.”Your hand brushed against something small. You pulled it out, squinting at the small print label.
“Ooo Nyx lip liner? Don’t mind if I do.”
Straight into your roommate's old backpack. The bag felt heavy as you stuffed it more. You nodded to yourself like this was a successful haul so far.
It wasn’t because where the hell was the foundation.
You dug deeper, fully committed now, moving things around with less patience and more attitude.
“Where the fuck is it—”
Your hand froze.
“…huh?”
That… was not makeup.
You shifted a piece of cardboard out of the way and stared.
“A keyboard?”
You blinked at it like maybe if you stared at it hard enough, it would make sense as to why it was there. A broken palette or a hair tool or literally anything else would’ve made sense.
This did not.
“…why would anyone throw away a perfectly good keyboard?” you said, already reaching for it because, obviously, you’re going to take it.
Finders keepers. That’s global dumpster dive rules.
You pulled it out, brushing off dust and random debris, turning it over in your hands. It was… fine. It’s not cracked or has any missing keys. Just a few minor scratches like it had been tossed in here without much thought.
Weird, but not your problem.
You pressed a key.
Click.
Click.
“…okay,” you murmured, now fully testing it like you just found a free laptop on the street. The keys felt too smooth. You kept going anyway, tapping a few more.
Click click.
Your fingers moved without thinking.
Ctrl. A. Delete.
And then… the smell disappeared.
One second you were inhaling hot garbage air and the next your lungs were finally breathing in clean oxygen. You blinked.
“…wait.”
The heat from the pile of trash vanished like someone turned the world’s worst oven off. Suddenly your skin didn’t feel like it was being radioactively damaged.
“Hold on…”
You look down.
Oh shit.
“WAIT!”
You dropped to the ground. Concrete hit your back so fast it knocked the air out of you. An oomph leaves your body as the keyboard clattered somewhere beside you. You just laid there groaning, blinking up at the sky like your brain needed a full system reboot.
“…damn.”
You sat up and looked around you. The alley was still there. The store was still there. But the dumpster was gone? Like completely gone as if it had never existed. You slowly turned your head toward the keyboard, your stomach doing that awful little drop again.
“…what the fuck did I just do.”
You slide the keyboard into our bag and zip it closed, lingering there for a second trying to process what just happened.
I'm not high?
Your brain is still stuck replaying it over and over again. The image of the dumpster disappearing was way too clear to ignore.
Did I just find a magical keyboard?
You shake your head, letting out a small breath as you walk toward your car, still trying to process what just happened and how a random keyboard was somehow able to do… that. It doesn’t make sense.
Yet the more you replay it in your head, the clearer it becomes that you didn’t imagine it, that it actually happened. That alone is enough to send a quiet thrill through you. Because who just randomly finds a keyboard that can delete things out of existence?
Exactly.
You slide into the driver’s seat, your hands settling on the wheel as that excitement lingers. Before you can even think to question it further, you’re already starting the car and pulling out of the alley way.
Oh, the boys are going to flip their shit when they see this.
The drive home passes quicker than usual. You finally pull into your usual spot, right between Suguru and Satoru’s cars, parking a little messier than normal because you’re already reaching for your bag before the engine fully cuts off.
You hop out, shut the door, and head straight for the apartment, unlocking it quickly.
“GUYS GUYS.”
Your voice carries through the space as you step inside, already smiling, and a little breathless from the rush of it all.
You make your way into the living room where Satoru is sprawled across the couch, completely relaxed with one leg thrown over the armrest as he eats his daily kikufuku. He watches TV like nothing in the world matters, while Suguru sits on the lounge chair nearby, scrolling on his phone with a calm, unbothered expression.
“GUYS, guess what I found!”
You step directly in front of the TV without hesitation, blocking it completely as you stand there, your bag still hanging from your shoulder.
Satoru groans immediately, dragging a hand down his face in annoyance. “Oh my... moooove.”
“Another makeup product you don’t need,” Suguru says flatly, not even bothering to look up yet.
“Or clothes you think are ‘fine if you wash them,’” Satoru adds, glancing at you now with a smirk. Suguru lets out a quiet chuckle at that.
You roll your eyes, already glancing down at the table as you reach for the remote without asking.
Click.
The TV shuts off.
“Y/N!” Satoru snaps, sitting up immediately. His irritation is clear as he looks at the now black screen.
“…seriously,” Suguru mutters, finally lifting his gaze toward you.
You step back into place like nothing happened. A grin spreads across your face, your excitement obvious now that you actually have their attention.
“Now that I have your attention…”
“You better have found Cleopatra or something because what the hell,” Satoru says, clearly unimpressed as he is still slumped on the couch.
Your grin only widens, turning a little mischievous as you slowly reach into your bag and pull out the keyboard, holding it up like it’s the most impressive thing in the world.
“Taa daa.”
There’s a pause.
Suguru stares at it for a second before he bursts out laughing. The sound genuine as he leans back into his chair, shaking his head like this was the most stupidest thing ever.
“Are you serious?” he asks, still laughing under his breath.
“Y/N... just move out the way,” Satoru mutters, already reaching for the remote again.
“No you're not even going to let me show you what it can do,” you say, stepping forward and placing the keyboard down on the table. Your tone shifts just enough to show you’re actually serious now.
Suguru looks at you again. His expression shifts from amusement to curiosity as he studies your face, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking or not, or if you’ve actually just lost it.
Satoru, meanwhile, barely spares you another glance. He's already halfway through eating the last of his kikufuku as he reaches for the remote again, clearly ready to ignore whatever thi—
Until you press the keys. Your fingers move a little more deliberately this time, repeating exactly what you did before.
Ctrl. A. Delete.
The kikufuku disappears. No crumbs, no wrapper, nothing left behind, like it was never there in the first place.
"Hey!" Satoru whines. His voice sharp with disbelief as he stares down at his now empty hand. You freeze as your eyes widen. You look between his hand and the keyboard, your breath catching slightly.
“Oh my god…”
Suguru leans forward slowly. His attention completely locked in now and the earlier laughter gone as his gaze sharpens, watching the exact spot where the kikufuku used to be.
Satoru looks up at you again, his expression shifting from confusion and melting into shock, then into something much more interesting.
Suguru’s gaze lingers on the keyboard for a moment longer before he finally looks up at you. His expression is noticeably more serious than before.
“Where did you find that?” he asks.
You let out a breath, still riding that weird mix of adrenaline and excitement as you launch into the story. Explaining everything that happened from the dumpster, and the random keys you pressed, to the way it just… disappeared.
You gesture a lot while you talk, like maybe acting it out will somehow make it sound less insane, but judging by the way they’re both staring at you, it’s not doing you any favors.
By the time you finish, the room is quiet.
They are taking a while processing what you just said.
Suguru is staring at the keyboard again with his brows slightly drawn, while Satoru is looking at you like he’s halfway between impressed and deeply concerned.
“…what else does it do?!” Satoru suddenly blurts out. The excitement hits him all at once as he pushes himself up from the couch. Before you can even respond, he’s already gone, disappearing down the hall at full speed.
You blink.
“…oh, he’s about to make this worse,” Suguru mutters under his breath.
Satoru is back in seconds, holding up a slightly crumpled five dollar bill like it’s the key to a life changing experiment.
“Okay, okay, watch this,” he says, slapping it onto the table with way too much confidence for a guy who has no idea what he’s doing.
“Wait...maybe don’t—” you speak up already sensing where this is going.
“Gimme,” he cuts in, reaching over and snatching the keyboard straight out of your hands before you can even finish the sentence.
He pulls it closer, leaning over the table like a kid who just discovered something illegal but exciting. Suguru leans in, clearly just as invested now even if he’s pretending not to be.
Satoru smooths the five dollar bill out on the table like presentation matters, then glances down at the keyboard.
“…copy aaaaand paste…” he murmurs, sounding way too proud of himself for figuring that out. He presses the keys.
In the blink of an eye, another five dollar bill appears right next to the first, perfectly identical, like it just spawned there out of thin air.
All three of you freeze.
“…woah,” Satoru says, his voice dropping in genuine awe as his eyes light up instantly. He grabs both bills, flipping them over, and holding them up to the light. Comparing them like he’s about to discover some hidden flaw but there isn’t one.
“…no way,” he mutters, grinning like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Before either of you can stop him, he presses the keys again.
Ctrl. C.
Ctrl. V.
Another bill. Then again and again.
The table starts filling up fast, bills stacking unevenly as they keep appearing one after another. Satoru is fully locked in now, laughing menacingly as he just unlocked a cheat code for life.
“HAHA okay, wait, this is actually insane,” he says, not even looking up.
“Satoru...” you try again, watching the growing pile with a mix of disbelief and concern.
“This is literally free money. Do you understand how illegal this probably is?” he continues, completely ignoring you as he keeps going.
“Yeah, and you’re still doing it,” you point out.
“That sounds like a future problem,” he shoots back instantly, not missing a beat.
Suguru watches for another second, his expression tightening just slightly as the pile keeps growing, before he suddenly leans forward and snatches the keyboard right out of Satoru’s hands.
“That’s enough,” he says calmly, though there’s a quiet firmness there that wasn’t before.
Satoru looks up immediately, offended. “Hey—”
“You’re going to crash the economy in our living room,” Suguru replies without even looking at him, already turning the keyboard slightly in his hands as he studies it more closely.
Satoru blinks. “…that feels dramatic.”
“You just made about forty dollars in ten seconds,” you add.
“Okay, but how would the police know?”
Suguru ignores both of you, his focus fully on the keyboard now, his earlier amusement completely gone as curiosity takes over.
“…if it can do that,” he says slowly, more to himself than anyone else, “then there’s more.”
You glance down at the keyboard again, turning it slightly in your hands like it’s magically going to explain itself if you stare at it long enough.
“Okay, wait, there has to be something on this.” you mumble, already pulling your phone out. You type in the model number printed on the back, scrolling as the results pop up.
“…okay, um... apparently this is an HP SK-2501 wired multimedia keyboard from… 2000?” you say, blinking at your screen.
“2000? That thing is older than my patience.” Satoru repeats, leaning over your shoulder.
You snort a little, still scrolling. “I’m serious, it literally looks like a regular old keyboard.”
Suguru leans in slightly, way more focused than Satoru. “Keep reading.”
“Yeah yeah, hold on…” you skim through the page, your nose scrunching.
“Ooo, okay so this says it has a built-in microphone.”
That gets both of their attention.
“A microphone?” Suguru repeats.
“Yeah, like… voice command or something. It says if you say ‘computer,’ it activates a search function… I think?” you say, tilting your phone so they can kind of see. You barely finish your sentence befo—
“COMPUTER!” Satoru shouts.
You flinch. “Why are you yelling?”
The air in front of you flickers. Right there in the middle of the room. It kind of glitches for a second, like something trying to load, and then a search bar pops up.
Just floating there right in front of you.
“…oh.”
It’s not attached to anything just floating in the air. Glowing softly with a blinking cursor waiting at the left.
Satoru leans forward immediately. “No way.”
Suguru stands up without even thinking, stepping closer with that quiet curiosity of his, and reaches his hand out slowly.
His hand goes straight through it. The light bends around his arm for a second, like water rippling, before settling back into place when he pulls away.
“Okay, that’s… weirdly cool” he says under his breath.
You step a little closer too, staring a little too hard at it. Satoru, of course, is already over it in the best way possible, leaning forward with a grin like he just found his new favorite toy.
“Give me a random sweet treat… I don’t know,” he says, way too eager.
The cursor blinks as the bar flickers slightly. You glance at Suguru, then back at it, that same feeling creeping in again. Not just excitement this time but something a little… off.
All of a sudden, a banana split sundae appears on the table. It just pops into existence like it’s been there the whole time.
It's stacked with three scoops of Neapolitan ice cream, whipped cream piled way too high, chocolate drizzle melting down the sides, sprinkles everywhere, and a cherry sitting on top.
Satoru gasps like he just witnessed a miracle.
“No way- don’t touch it, don’t even look at it, I’m getting a spoon. ” he says already halfway to the kitchen before anyone can even process what just happened.
“You weren’t gonna share anyway,” you mutter, watching him disappear. Suguru leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies the sundae like he’s trying to figure out if it’s real or if this is some kind of elaborate hallucination.
“That’s actually insane,” he says slowly.
Satoru comes back in record time with a spoon in hand. He sits down and drags the sundae closer to himself like someone’s about to snatch it out of his hands.
“This is the best day of my life,” he says, already digging in without hesitation.
“Of course it is,” Suguru replies even though he’s watching the bowl like he’s debating whether to snag a bite.
You don’t say anything at first, just standing there with your arms loosely crossed, watching them like this is the most normal thing in the world, even though five minutes ago none of this existed.
“Oh, by the way, you guys can't use it” you say casually.
Satoru pauses mid bite and Suguru stops moving completely. They both deadpan towards you.
“…what?” Satoru says slowly.
You smile, stepping forward and pulling the keyboard back toward you, holding it just a little closer to your chest.
“You both said it was useless so, technically, you don't get access to such a useless item,” you explain completely serious.
“That’s not how that works,” Satoru says as he points at you with his spoon.
“Yeah how were we supposed to know it was magic?” Suguru adds, leaning back now, clearly amused.
“Exactly, how were we supposed to know that shit deletes desserts out of existence and then spawns better ones?” Satoru continues, gesturing wildly now.
You shrug. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
They both stare at you like you just slapped them in the face. Satoru scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re gatekeeping that now?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
Suguru huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he glances between the two of you. “This is ridiculous.”
“No, what’s ridiculous is that I live here and suddenly I don’t have access to the magic reality keyboard in my own home,” Satoru says, still holding the spoon like he’s making a valid point.
“Correct.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Oh well...” you gesture vaguely.
They both start talking at once after that, Satoru getting louder and more dramatic while Suguru chimes in with calmer with more sarcastic comments. The two of them very quickly team up against you like you’re the unreasonable one here.
You let them.
You let them complain and talk over each other. Letting Satoru take another bite mi -argument like that somehow strengthens his case. Honestly, it’s kind of funny watching them act like this over something they dismissed two minutes ago.
While they’re going back and forth your attention drifts back to the keyboard in your hands. Your thumb runs lightly over one of the keys, absentminded as your thoughts start wandering. Their voices blur into background noise.
Delete. Copy. Paste. Create.
Your gaze lifts slowly back to them. Satoru is still eating like nothing in the world matters. Suguru is watching you out of the corner of his eye like he knows you’re thinking something.
…does it work on humans?
Your fingers still for just a second, your expression shifting ever so slightly as you stare at them a little longer than before, your mind already starting to turn that idea over in ways it probably shouldn’t.
You don’t say anything at first, just staring at the keyboard.
“Computer?” you say.
The search bar flickers back into existence midair, glowing softly like it’s been waiting for you this whole time. Satoru doesn’t even look up, still focused on his sundae.
“Oh brother, here she goes again.”
You tilt your head slightly, eyes flicking toward him.
“…have Satoru drop his sundae.”
Satoru’s arm jerks like a random muscle spasm. The spoon flies, his wrist twists, and the entire sundae slips right out of his hand.
SPLAT.
Right onto the floor.
You blink once then immediately burst out laughing. You don't even feel bad that you can't hold it in. Satoru just sits there staring at the mess on the ground. His brain is clearly trying to catch up to what just happened.
“…what the fuck?” he says slowly, looking down at his hand like it betrayed him.
Your breath catches before you even realize it as your grip tightens around the keyboard. Your heart begins to race, the feeling curling in your chest a little too close to excitement for comfort.
Because now you know that it obeys.
Your fingers hover over the keys again and your thoughts move faster than you can keep up with. The possibilities stack on top of each other in ways that feel a little dangerous.
This thing control more than just objects. Your heart raced as you were ready to say another command.
"Computer?" You hesitate for a minute as you glance between Suguru and Satoru.
"Make these guys make out."
Instantly, Suguru's composed facade shattered as he turned to Satoru. Their eyes lock in a heated gaze before their mouths collided and lips parted with urgent need. Their tongues explore each other as Suguru's hands roam up Satoru's chest, pulling him closer.
The sight of them making out sent a jolt to your own wet heat between your thighs. Satoru's cocky grin melts into desire as Suguru's touch turns sensual. Your body aches with jealousy and excitement.
As they kissed deeper, their bodies pressed together. You watch as Satoru's hands slide under Suguru's shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his back. You couldn't resist escalating things.
With a mischievous grin, you spoke up. "Computer?"
"Have them strip each other down to their boxers."
Clothes flew off in a frenzy. Suguru yanks Satoru's shirt over his head to reveal his toned abs and a trail of white hair leading to the bulge in his pants. Satoru quickly unties Suguru's drawstring, sliding his shorts down to expose his massive thighs and the outline of his erection straining against his black boxers.
They didn't stop kissing, their mouths devouring each other, moans vibrating in the air as you had another brilliant idea spark in your mind. The keyboard's power is fueling your boldness.
Why stop at two?
"Computer?"
"Have all three of us... fuck."
Satoru's eyes gleam with thrill and Suguru's reserved demeanor crack into a sensual smile. They broke apart just long enough to grab your hand and guide you towards Satoru's bedroom. The door closes behind you with a click, enclosing all of you in a room full of anticipation.
You set the keyboard down on the bedside table before turning your attention back to the boys.
The air grew thick, musk and sweat lingered as you fell into a three-way kiss. Your lips and tongue colliding in a chaotic dance. Satoru's cocky energy pressing against you while Suguru's steady hands roam over your curves and squeeze your breast through your hoodie.
Satoru's fingers trail down your sides and Suguru's thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens, leaving you breathless. They worked together to strip you down, tugging off your hoodie and jeans with efficiency. They leave you in your bra and underwear, the fabric clinging to your damp skin as your pussy throbbed with need.
You all tumbled onto the bed with Satoru on your left and Suguru on your right.
Their warm bodies sandwich you as their hands explore your thighs and waist. You leaned into Suguru, your kiss deepened into something predatory. Your tongue dove into his mouth while your other hand slipped back to palm Satoru's thick cock through his boxers. Feeling it pulsed under your touch
Your hunger shifted, urging you to turn your attention fully to Satoru.
You broke away from Suguru for a moment, capturing Satoru's lips in the same fierce kiss. Your mouth melds with raw intensity that made your toes curl. His tongue teases yours as his hands roam upward to cup your breast
He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. Meanwhile, your other hand ventured down to Suguru's boxers, slipping inside to wrap around his throbbing cock. You do the same to Satoru, pulling them both free into the warm air of their room.
They were hot and heavy in your grip, their veins standing out along the shaft as you stroked them slowly. You savor the silky skin gliding under your fingers as their breath hitches into a deep groan.
Suguru threw his head back, his face flushed of pure ecstasy as his eyes fluttered shut.
"Fuck, y/n, your hands feel so damn g-good...keep going, just like that." he whispered.
Satoru's lips teased against your ear as he trailed his hand down your stomach. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties to feel the wetness there.
"You're so w-wet already. God, I love how you get for us." he murmured. His touch unerring as he rubbed your swollen folds and circled your clit making you moan into his mouth.
"Stroke me harder, baby." Suguru's dirty words cut through, his voice sounding commanding despite his pleasure-druken state. You quickened your pace on them both.
You all were enjoying that for a moment before Suguru sat up fully against the headboard, yanking his boxers off completely in one swift motion. His cock standing proud and glistening with his precum.
You slipped off your own panties, the cool sheets brush against your bare skin as you positioned yourself between his legs. You lean down, taking his cock into your mouth with slow sucks, tasting the salty tang of his precum. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive head.
The wet squelching sound filled the space. Satoru laid back on the bed, guiding you to straddle his face. His tongue dove into your pussy the moment you settled down. His tongue lapped at your folds with eager strokes that made you gasp around Suguru's cock.
Your body is trembling.
The overwhelming pleasure it too much to handle.
Your eyes watered as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly around his thick length. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth in sticky strands that trailed down his shaft.
He was gentle in his guidance. His hand cradling the back of your head with a firm grip in your hair, urging you deeper while his hips rocked ever so slightly.
Satoru's arms were locked around your waist like iron bands. He pins you firmly to his face as his tongue keeps moving relentlessly into your pussy. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care. His strong hand grips your ass while he sucks on your swollen clit. That drew out a muffled moan from you.
The feeling was utterly intoxicating.
Your body was shaking, every nerve felt alive. As the pleasure built up to an unbearable peak, Satoru's grip tightened, his fingers digging into your ass as he pulled you even closer. You grind involuntarily against his face.
"Mmm that's it, take me deeper..." Suguru's breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers words of encouragement.
The hunger in the room demanded more.
Satoru released his hold just enough to switch positions. He guides you onto your hands and knees while he gets behind you. His hard cock presses against your entrance.
Suguru moved with him, positioning himself in front of you. Satoru pushed slowly into your dripping pussy, filling you with one deep, stretching thrust. The pressure makes you gasp as he pushes inside, inch by glorious inch.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. His hands grip your hips steady as he fills you completely. You could feel his cock throbbing deep within your pulsing walls.
You whimper at the sheer size of him. The stretch burned.
Suguru was quick to silence you, thrusting his cock back into your mouth with a commanding grip on your hair. His length sliding over your tongue that left you a moaning mess.
Satoru's deep growls, Suguru's huskily breaths, and your muffled cries echoed the room. The intense pleasure made your fingers clutch the bedding.
Satoru leaned forward, his athletic frame arching over you, meeting Suguru's eyes. Their lips crash together is a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling in a battle for dominance. The wet sounds of their mouths mirror the slapping of skin.
Satoru slowed down, sliding out with a slick with plop that left you aching and exposed. You were shifted into missionary, legs spreading instinctively as Suguru positioned himself between them. His lean, muscular frame hovers over you.
His tip brushed against your soaked entrance, teasing before he pushed in deep. Stretching and filling you made you gasp. His thrust was steady and powerful as each one drove deeper. His dark hair falling forward as he lost himself in your pussy.
"That's it, take it all," Suguru muttered.
Satoru knelt by your head. He slapped his hard cock against your cheek.
"Let me feel that pretty mouth now," he said with a wicked grin. He rubs his tip against your bottom lip, guiding himself in as your lips parted. Cries of pleasure muffled around him.
Satoru's free hand trailed down Suguru's back, his finger tracing his muscles before dipping lower to rub circles against your sensitive clit. The tripled sensations overwhelmed you.
"So tight, so fucking perfect," Satoru groaned.
"Every inch of you is ours now." Suguru added.
The sounds of moans, wet slurps, and skin slapping sounded like a damn symphony. You pulled your mouth away from Satoru's cock, barely being able to catch your breath.
"Oh fuuck yes, I need both of you..." The words spill out of you in a lustful haze as you feel Suguru's balls slap against your ass. Suguru leaned down to capture your lips in a teeth clashing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth just as his cock fills you.
The keyboard's lingering magic whispered in your ear, urging you to push further. Your voice hoarse with need as you call out the next command.
"Com- computer~" you try to get out.
"Have her take both of us." Satoru interrupts.
Instantly, your bodies shifted in a whirlwind of motion. Satoru rolls onto his back and pulls you down onto his lap. His strong hands guide you to straddle his hips. His cock, still rock hard and glistening, slid into your dripping pussy with a single, deep thrust.
"Ahhh shiit," you cry out, your thighs trembling as you begin to ride him. Bouncing slowly at first, then picking up a frantic rhythm that had his head falling back against the pillows.
The stretch of him filling you was so intoxicating. Every downward grind sends jolts of pleasure through your core. Your breast brushes against his chest with each movement.
The overstimulation hit like a car crash when Suguru moved behind you. His hands gripped your waist with the firmness that you craved, positioning himself at your ass.
"You're so greedy for us, aren't you?" Satoru murmured in your ear. His hot breath mixed with the sweat on your neck as he thrust up to meet your hips.
Suguru pressed in, his cock pushing past the tight ring of resistance, stretching you in a way that bordered on overloading. The dual invasion makes your whole body quake with painful pleasure.
They pounded into you, Satoru's thick cock stroking your pussy while Suguru's drove deeper into your ass. The sensation left you breathless. Suguru leaned in close, his lips brushed your shoulder as he whispers near your ear.
"Take it all, mmh, let us r-ruin you completely." His sensual words pushed you right to the brink of your climax. The pressure is building up and about to burst.
"Come for us, baby," Satoru's dirty whispers grew more urgent. Their thrust got even harder.
Their encouragement shattered you. Your body convulsed in a blinding release that crashed over you, pulling them along.
"Aahh, shit... you b-both feel s-so good."
Their own climaxes erupt inside you with guttural groans and shuddering thrusts. Satoru's cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, spilling hot waves of cum that filled you up.
His seed seeps out around him as you collapse on his chest. Your breath is coming in ragged gasps as every muscle trembles from the aftershock.
Suguru followed after, his final thrust into your ass grows erratic before he stilled. His seed is flooding your ass leaving you with a feeling of being claimed.
You lay there sandwiched between them, Suguru's heart pounded against your back and Satoru's hands trace soothing circles on your thighs.
Yet, even in the blissful aftermath, the keyboard eerily sits on the bedside table, tugging at your awareness of it. A reminder of the danger game you've played. Satoru's fingers threaded through your hair.
"Fuck, y/n, that was incredible," his words sounded of genuine affection that made your chest tighten.
Suguru moved your hair and pressed gentle kisses on your neck down to your shoulders.
The night deepened around you, the soft glow of the street lights filter through the curtains. Satoru's hand slid down the interlock with yours as Suguru's breath was warm against your neck. You completely surrendered to the intoxicating feeling of satisfaction.
"a little work trip never stopped me from having a good time~"
(a xavier x mc fic)
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ao3 link if you like that format better :3
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Your phone started to ring next to you.
“Star Boy” is the contact name you definitely originally came up with. You totally didn’t look up “cute contact names space related” on Pinterest…
“Hi, darling. How was your day?” he asked softly. Xavier is out somewhere on a trip, far away from you, hundreds miles. He’s been further, but this time just feels different.
The room is empty, the night sky of Linkon out your window. The streets have died down, but there is a honk or police siren every few minutes. The lingering smell of caffeine from the cup you made a few hours ago seems fresh in your mind.
“Horrible without you here.” You laughed. “How's yours?”
“It's good so far.” Xavier sounded like he was outside somewhere or at least around people.
“Where are you now, Emcee? Still home?” He asked. The sound of something slipping off a shelf came from the phone.
“Yep. I'm in my room. Where are you right now seems like the more important question.”
“Oh, I'm just at a store. I forgot the name, but it's body care oriented.” A pop! came from the phone. “Emcee, what body wash do you use?”
“Why? Do I need a refill? Let me go check-” Xavier started to speak again.
“Is it citrusy, earthy, tangy, sweet?” He asked. He must be in the soap section of a convenience store. “Or am I wrong on all counts?”
“Let me check.” You got up from your bed and walked over to the bathroom. You flicked on the light and stepped into the shower. The bodywash shown in the warm, dim light. It isn't even halfway gone… Strange. Why was he asking for the scent? Maybe a surprise for when he comes back? Maybe a lotion version of the scent? Early birthday gift?
You tell him the scent. It takes him a minute, but he returns to the call. “Ah, here it is. I was looking right at it the whole time. It was between that or “Misty Sunrise. Both have a nice ring to it.” He chuckled.
You did accidentally buy a similar soap with a name close to “Misty Sunrise” last summer from a convenience store. It did not do wonders like it said it would on the bottle…
“Thanks, dear. I'll call you when I get back to my quarters. You should go eat something, it's almost dinner time, for you at least.” He laughed.
“You know you can just say “hotel,” right?”
He chuckled. “Bye, Emcee.” He hung up the phone and sent you a little kissy-face (as he calls it) ‘emoticon.' So cringy, yet so on brand.
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Your phone rang again an hour-ish later. “I miss you, Emcee.” He whined.
“I miss you too, Xav. What's up?”
“Can we… Try something?” A crackling flame came from the phone. Most likely a candle or fireplace, hopefully a candle. What type of hotel has a fireplace… could be the TV
“Where are you? Back at your ‘sleeping arrangements?’” You mocked as you twirled your hair like a fool in love.
“Yeah, mph, I am.” He coughed . Did he come down with something? He sounded sick. “What did you do today?” He groaned.
“I just ran some errands. Stocked the fridge, got some crappy muffins earlier, ew, that's it I think. Oh! I went to exchange that dress I got for another size, it didn't fit me right.”
“Can I see it? Please?” He whined.
Okay. Something is up with him.
“Sure, how can I say no?” You grinned. You left your phone and went to the closet to get the dress. Blue, knee length with a longer train in the back, sparkles, you get the idea, it's gorgeous to say the least. Xavier bought you the dress around a week ago, and it fit you wrong in all the wrong places. It was just your luck the boutique had one more dress in your size, how convenient!
You put on the dress, listening to Xavier. He was just rambling on how much he misses you. Your warmth, some memories from the week before he left, other random stuff, just rambling. There were also some suspicious sounds coming from the phone.
Wet sounds.
“Do you have it on?” He asked.
“Yep, I'll send you a photo.” You took a quick selfie, deleted it, took another one you were happy with and sent it to him.
“Ah, beautiful. Thank you.” He whined. More sounds came from the call.
“Xav, what are you doing?” You asked seriously. “Are you… is this what you wanted to try?”
“Mhm. It is. And it is what you think it is…” Xavier sounded guilty. Very guilty. “It's okay, right?”
“Well, don't knock it until you try it, right?” You chuckled nervously… Did you really just say that?
“Ugh, too cringy.” You thought. You started to take off the dress, its fabric sheer on your skin.
“A-Are you taking off your dress right now?” He asked.
You walked over to your dresser, about to open your pajama drawer. “Yeah, I'm going to get into my pjs–”
"Don't.” The sounds stopped. “Stay like that.” He said.
“What do you mean stay like ‘that,’ like…” You looked down, you had only a bra and your panties on. How the hell does he know what you're wearing? Weird…
“Yeah. That... Naked.” Xavier said. AHA! He just assumed you had nothing on under the dress… pervert.
“Xavier, I have a bra on. And underwear. Wait, you aren't on speaker right… right?!” You questioned.
“I'm not. Just… ugh. Leave them on.” He sounded frustrated. I guess he just wants you naked. “Lay on the bed. Please.” He asked.
You close the blinds and lay down on the bed. “Now what?”
“You know what, Emcee. You don't think I know what you do when I'm away or not around?” He said roughly. “Pull aside the fabric of your panties.”
“Touch yourself.”
You muted yourself on the call. Took a deep breath and screamed into the pillow. Your face flushed.
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You compiled yourself and got your face out of your pillow.
“WHAT THE FUCK, XAVIER?! WHY IS HE SO FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW? I can literally drive to the next town over and pounce on him if I wanted to. But no, he decides to call me, ask for a photo of me in that gorgeous dress and jerk off to my voice. AHH! THAT'S WHY HE WANTED THE PHOTO, HOLY SHIT!” You rambled. You took another deep breath. “Okay… wow… I never thought he'd go to these lengths just to-”
“Emcee? You okay?” Xavier whined. “Come back, dear.”
“SHIT SHIT SHIT” You thought. You scrambled over to your phone, which flew into the air and landed on one of your plushies on the floor. Perfect landing, not so perfect timing. You lean over the bed and grab your phone. “I’m still muted- (Echo’s Note: help im thinking of “chat am I mutted” iykyk)
“Hey Xav, sorry about that.” You chuckled.
“I-Its alright.” He said.
“What did you say before? I had something else on my mind.”
“Touch yourself.” He whined. The sounds started again on the other side of the phone. “Imagine its m-me, feeling your core, your folds, your clit, it’s all me.”
“Okay. Wow. He’s a fucking freak.” You thought, but you were the one who said don't knock it until you try it like a fucking idiot. You proceed to pull aside the fabric of your underwear and start to rub gently on yourself.
The you know you like it.
"Hah, good. Do that for a while. If you couldn't tell, I'm-"
“Yeah, I know y-you’re stroking yourself, Xavier.” You said, frustrated. He could’ve given you notice at least… "Wait, are you using anything? Like, you packed lube?"
"I-I'm using what I bought at the convenience store... it smells l-like you, it's the closest I can get to the real thing right now." He muttered, you just know he was pouting like a sad pup that you weren't there with him.
You sighed. "Aww, Xavier, it's okay. You'll see me in, like, a week-"
“D-Don’t call me by my full name… fuck.” He moaned. Was he that close already? Just one more word out of your mouth and he was finished. Figuratively and literally. So you stayed quiet, slowly rubbing yourself. It felt good, you only do this once in a while when or if you have the time, but it needed more.
“S-Start to… uhm… finger yourself.” He muttered. “Let me hear it. Imagine it’s me.”
“You keep saying that.” You groaned as you rubbed circles around the rim of yourself. It felt a bit more extreme, but it still needs more.
“But I want you to. Hold on, stop. Look in the drawer next to your bed.”
Oh shit.
He knows where you keep it.
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You collected your thoughts, and theories, then opened the drawer.
Sitting there in your silk pouch were a few sex toys, one is a custom dildo you had sent to you from somewhere, forgot which online or in-person place. But, you had some credits and used them. You assumed it was from then, some blind box “surprise” situation or whatever. You usually only use the “surprise” one when he’s away, but you don’t remember telling him where you keep your things.
“Take it out and use it. Now it’ll feel like it’s me.”
“Wait woah woah woah. Which one?”
“Excuse me?”
“I have a few… One of them was a blind box type thing– Just listen to me. It isn’t going to feel like you. It’s just some random model’s dick-”
“I was the one who sent the “blind box” one to you. It’s a shade of pink, correct?”
“Uhm… yes.” You said. A light chuckle came from Xavier.
“That one I commissioned for you. I know you have a few…” He started to laugh. “It’s okay, I know you use them when I’m not around. Just make sure to use that pink one most often.”
What the fuck is he talking about. Does he stalk you or something? Does he know your habits? Your urges? What is going on here? Your head starts to spin slightly. You recollect yourself and hear his voice again.
“Emcee, use it. Please…” Xavier whined.
“F-Fine. I’ll be looking at it in a… very new light now, though…”
“Good. Now do it.” He demanded. His tone shifted from the whiny Xavier you're used to. Where did this Xavier come from, the depths of his soul?
“Wait… sorry, you need to put some l-lube or something on it or… in you first, r-right?” He asked. At least he still wants you to be safe and not tear.
“No, I’m okay. I’m already wet enough.” You placed the dildo onto the bed and posed yourself on top of it.
“O-Oh. Alright, good girl. Slide it in.” He said, almost sensing you above the dildo. You did.
God, it’s fucking different now. Xavier, from what you picture in your head, has a decently long shaft, a bit on the thinner side, with a slightly wider tip than the rest of its length.
“Roll your hips around it, then pump it in and out of you, let me hear it.” He groaned. You could hear Xavier stroking his own cock a bit faster than he was earlier.
You proceed to roll your hips, gyrating them at a slow pace. “Faster, put the phone to your hips. Let me hear you.” He groaned. Wetter noises came from the phone as you picked it up and dragged it towards your thigh.
You kept gyrating your hips side to side, up and down and in circles on “his” cock.
“Yes, that’s it. Faster.” You bounce on it faster, but still at a steady pace, so as to not go too extreme yet.
“Like that? Can you hear it?” You asked.
“Mhm, yes yes I can- ngh- I’m gonna come, love.” He moaned. You could tell he was close, the way he spoke, the steady speed he stroked himself with, the panting. Oh, the panting.
“Xav, ugh, I’m gonna c-come.” You groaned through slight whimpers.
“Mhm, then come. Come for me. Come with me.” Xavier whined. His pace sped up, his whines grew louder, yeesh, what were the others in the hotel going to think?
“Emcee, I- ngh- I’m- mph- coming-” He moaned. You heard him pant, groan, and make other erotic sounds from the other side of the call.
“Mhm, yes, I’m going to- AUGH!” You slowed your pumping on the dildo and came, but still thrusting your hips down onto it.
“Fuuuck, are you alright? Was e-everything alright?” He asked. Still panting, mind you, dear reader.
“Mhm, I-I’m alright. It f-feels really good though. With you as m-my narrator or sorts… Does that make sense?” You chuckled while pushing your hair back from in front of your face.
“Hah… good. So, did you mind me trying this out?”
“I loved it.” You grinned. “I would’ve loved further notice though.” He just let out a light chuckle. “Do you mind if we try anything else like this?” You cheekily asked.
“Uhm, let me get something really quick.” You hear Xavier stumble out of bed, unzip something, and take an object out. You hear a button or switch be pressed or flicked, and a rumbling vibration.
“Xavier?” You questioned. What did he have on him?...
“Yes?” He asked, stumbling back to the phone. “What is it?”
“What do you have now?” More rumbling came from Xavier’s side of the call.
“Well, with the custom dildo, the company reached out to me a week later and asked if I’d be interested in trying out another product.”
“Do they KNOW him or something? Is he a frequent customer?!” You thought.
“It's a… what’s it called- oh yeah. A pocket…pussy.” He whispered.
“What.” You said, jaw dropped.
SINCE WHEN DID HE GET THAT?! You got the dildo in the mail about three months ago, who KNOWS how long he’s had THAT!
“Yes. You heard me right.”
“So, are you going to use it-”
“Yes, of course I'm going to use it.” He chuckled.
What I think each of the lads guys would have as piercings c:
(in no particular order, may be ooc but so what?)
Sylus🐦⬛
Facial: Snake Bites for sure, as well as probably a Labret.
Ears: Daith w/ a ring piercing, Stretched Lobe (6 or 8 mm)
Other: Prince Albert. For sure.
Starting off strong. I literally just know he got that Albert for you to enjoy. The feeling of it rubbing on the back of your throat when you take him all the way just ughhhhhhhhhhh yesssssuuuhhhhh
Xavier💫
Facial: Eyebrow & Bridge, very simple
Ears: Daith, Helix, 2 Lobe - He puts on nice, simple earrings during outings with you or by himself, more complex ones on special days.
Other: None. Just looking at anything below the neck is ugh ew, it gives him a weird feeling in his stomach.
I love Xavier, in my head he's mature about what he does to his body, for pleasure and other things. picks and chooses his battles, yknow
Rafayel🎐
Facial: Shark Bites, Monroe, Septum
Ears: Stretched, not insane likely 6 mm, Industrial, Rook
Other: the ones where its on your collar bone i forgot what theyre called, and a Tongue Piercing. He just looooves to eat you out with I know it, Smiley, Both Nipples maybe idk...
I feel like he'd get either really expensive abstract jewelry or $12 dollar earring packs from Hot Topic from when he was in highschool
Zayne❄️
Facial: (Hidden) Septum, used to have an Anti-Eyebrow during college, currently has Regular Eyebrow
Ears: Rook, Lobe (both ears), fake cuffs sometimes
Other: One nipple pierced, got it and regretted it in college, up to your imagination which >:) He also definitely has a dick piercing, I don't know what it is called exactly but its placed horizontally on the underside oh his tip ohhh my goddduuuhhhh AHHHHHHH!!!!
I can write about this one. give me an hour, a Shirley Temple and you've got yourself a deal... coming next if I dont finish what i'm already working on... spoilers: omega xavier OOOOOOOO
Caleb🐶
Facial: Labret, Angel Bites, Bridge, Two Eyebrow (two on one, not one and one),
Ears: Industrial on both, Tragus, Conch, 2 Lobe
Other: Smiley, Belly Button, HEAVY ON TONGUE PIERCING UGHHH YESSS!!
He also would've considered getting a split tongue, but thats too much for him, his career, and you. you'd think it wouldn't feel as good when he's kissing you/making out w/ you/eating you out, so he just stuck with the piecring.
Similar to Rafayel, he looooooves eating you out with that damn tongue piercing muahahahahahah
And an Extra...
MC!!!⚔️
(Gender Neutral for the most part)
Facial: Smiley, Shark Bites (one side), your most common nose piercing
Ears: 3 Lobe, Snug, Coin Stack (a bunch of helix on top of each other I think), Tragus, has fake cuffs
Other: Belly Button, keeping it simple
Best for last!
If they're more fem presenting, I'd give an industrial, specifically with colored ends to match different outfits/hair color/etc.
If they're more masc presenting, I'd swap out a regular lobe for a stretched and add an anti-eyebrow.
"tie me up, cutie~" "what, omfg, youre such a freak"
(a rafayel x mc fic)
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ao3 link if you like the format better c:
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“You coming back yet, cutie?” you hear Rafayel groaned impatiently over the phone.
“I’m stuck outside the gate, Raf.” You yelled at your phone.
You heard him shuffle around awkwardly over the phone. “OH! Sorry, cutie, I must've left it locked when I sent you out for the cream, I’ll try to unlock it now.” He strained. You heard him move around and heard a button BZZT! from over the phone and the gate opened its doors to you a few seconds later.
“Thanks babe, ill see you in two.” You hung up the phone and strutted inside. You knew why he took so long to unlock it.
You left him tied up to the bed.
Now, my dear reader, you must be asking, “Some backstory if you will, please, Echo?” Well ask and you shall receive.
Like Rafayel did. Ha ha ha…
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He had called you over the previous afternoon for an opinion on an upcoming piece for an art show he was asked to present at. You kind of remember him calling you up around noon and asking,
“Ma petite artiste, should I use Cobalt or Celtic blue paint for this portrait?" And instead of choosing over the phone, he just called you over to see it in person. When you arrived, he changed the subject after choosing a shade of red rather than the blue.
“I think it looks better than what I could've put.” It was a portrait of a woman, most likely from Lemurian myth. She had a long, flowing dress that shaped into a tail around her feet. While the woman and dress were in shades of blue and purple, the outline of her tail was shades of crimson red.
“Don't you like it? It reminds me of a certain beloved bride…” He put his hand to his chin, tapping rhythmically. “Doesn't it, cutie?” He looked down at you, copying his gesture.
“Hmm, who is this supposed to be?”
“Oh, don't you see?! The hair, the dress, the face?” He looked at you, jokingly distraught and pacing back and forth.
“Nope. Who is it?” You laughed. “I genuinely don't know!” He grabbed your face and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs.
“My love, that's YOU! How can you NOT tell?!” He giggled. He turned your head gently to get a closer look at the canvas. “I even got that scar on your nose from that Wanderer battle a few months ago, I almost forgot to add it.”
You inspected the image closely, indeed there was a tiny almost invisible scar on your nose in the painting. “Your attention to detail is… impeccable.” You said, looking at him again. “Thank you. So is this going in the show?”
“Mhm! Along with a few other pieces I've got stored… somewhere.” He shrugged. “That’s not the only reason I called you over here, Emcee.”
“Then… What's the other reason?”
“Do you know any knots like how boy scouts do? Clove hitches, square knots at least, right?” He asked as he went over to his couch to sit down.
You start walking over to him. “Uhm, yes. I think we had some training with tying them during Hunter’s training.” You sat down next to him, placing your legs on top of his. “Why?”
Rafayel started to caress your thighs. “Oh, nothing cutie. Just wanted to try something… let me get it.” Rafayel lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom. Rafayel placed you on his bed, ran to the closet and came back with a dark red rope, coincidentally it was a red one close to the one in the painting.
“Is that leftover ribo from the party last month?” They had to wrap gifts for a Lemurain relatives birthday or anniversary or some kind of milestone… yeah.
“Yes, well no. I had Thomas pick up rope very similar to it. I liked the color of that ribbon, but I like the texture of this rope.” He wrapped the rope around his arm, minding the length of each wrap.
“You know I used to be a boy scout, or some form of one? Even though I stopped at only Life… I might be Shark today…” He beamed. (Shark = Lemurians version of Eagle scout, idk the titles yet but its my headcannon that Raf is a boy scout - Echo)
“You were that of a high rank, really? Wooow, impressive.” You complimented.
“Aww, thank you, cutie. But to the point. So… I’m going to teach you some knots…”
You knew where this was going. You’ve been asking for this for months.
“Yes?” You eagerly asked.
“And you are going to-”
“YES?” You pounced on the edge of the couch, almost falling off the bed.
Rafayel looked surprised. “...Do you know where this is going?” You nodded your head quickly.
“Holy shit, HE WANTS TO TIE ME UP, I've been wanting to ask him for MONTHS!” You thought mischievously.
“You, Miss Huner, have the task of tying me up.” He chuckled.
A record scratch played in your mind.
“Uhh, what?” You blinked with confusion. “What do you mean tie you up? I thought you’d ask me.”
“Uhm… no. Remember we were a little tipsy one day a few days ago and you asked if I was into any…”Rafayel coughed. “...kinks.”
“WHAT, I DID?!” You said baffled, you did remember the wine. But what did that wine do to you? “Uhm, then what happened?”
Rafayel walked over to you, still wrapping the oddly lengthy rope around his hand. “After that, I told you that I have had fantasies where I'm… tied up.”
Wow. You didn't remember a single thing from this conversation. You remembered the wine, the amazing wine it was, but it fucked you up for sure. “And then I said?” You leaned on your chin against your palm. You were very intrigued on how he remembered all of this, given he had the wine too.
“You said you’d do it during our next meet up. That’s today.” He pointed to the ground as he said “Today.” Is that why he called you over?
The paint was a hoax… goddamnit.
“What about last week?” You asked. You went out for dinner a few days ago and when you got home… Let's just say the night got the best of you two.
“That didn't count, my love. Not one bit.” He tugged on the rope, tying it so it wouldn't loosen or fray. He threw the rope in front of you on his bed.
“This one counts now, cutie.”
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Hey, it's me Echo, your lovely narrator. Since I did some scouting when I was younger, I know some knots. But I know nothing about bondage. So, after research on some other fics and on different websites, I can officially say my search history will not save me if I'm asked about it.
So, please mind the fic after this, I obviously know nothing about bondage and being tied up because that isn't something I've done in person. I will be using the Tipsy invasion card from the game as a little reference as well as examples from pinterest and some place else I cant remember.
I can't write bondage, but I can sure try it. Do or do not, or whatever the saying is. C'est la vie!
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After Raf gave you a quick rundown of how to lay and tighten the rope around his body, as well as a few knots to tie his limbs back and out of the way, you started the bondage.
The rope laid out against his bare skin on his chest and abdomen, the rope around his pecs rested in triangle shapes, kind of like a bikini, making them protrude.
The rope laid in three triangles around his waist. His arms were raised and his elbows bent. His wrists and hands were tied up and bent behind his head.
That piece of rope then led to his ankles, tying them together. His legs were tied up, forcing them to spread apart. He was stuck sitting on his thighs. If anything, you could've just tied his torso and arms.
But he wanted it this way. Messy or cleanly tied, he was still restrained.
His thighs were wrapped, almost to the point of leaving purple marks on his skin. The only thing left bare was his cock, just the rope wrapping around his v-line and around his inner thigh to his ass, hiking it up and making his spine curve forward, making the rope around his chest, making it tighter and protruding his chest more. Then that rope connected back to his ankles.
Jeez, it was just all perfect.
Along with him being naked, you changed your outfit from the one you came in. You had some clothes in Rafayel’s house due to your frequent visits. You pulled out a red bralette with some flowy fabric cascading down from the cup portions. The underwear matched with the bra, with tiny polka dots as a pattern. Adorable, I know.
It was getting dark out, light halted from pouring into the numerous windows of his studio. A pink and orange sky was all that was left for a few more moments.
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“Are you sure this doesn't hurt?” you as you tied one final knot a bit tighter.
“N-No, it’s alright, baby. No need to go tighter." He shuddered. “Can you turn off the AC actually? It's g-getting a bit cold…”
You could clearly see the makeshift hardness of his nipples, him being naked and all really helping out.
Did I mention he stripped before you started the bondage? He promised it would be “easier and more effective that way” and added “Oh, this is how it was in one of my fantasies, cutie” and shit like that. Seeing him live out fantasies brings you pleasure too, once things start to heat up of course.
You could also tell he was starting to harden up as you tied more knots. With each tug of the rope, he groaned and whimpered. His cock bobbed up and down, his thighs digging into the mattress. You could tell he's been thinking about being tied up just as long as you have had the same ideas for yourself.
“My love, are you ready now? You can tease, tug, do whatever, just please hurry~”
“What if it's too much or you get burns?” You say, genuinely concerned for his well-being.
You don't want your pretty boy getting hurt, don't you?
“I'll voice any concerns if I feel I need t-to. So far, none yet.” Rafayel smiled. He looked almost happy being tied up. You've had to tie down some criminals in Linkon before, and they sure weren't happy about it.
“Hah- Okay, baby, that's good. No m-more rope, right? Tie it off and—hah—start the, yknow, no clue how to word it, but you know what…” He whimpered.
You tied the final knot tight and gazed at Rafayel to see your work. The red rope contrasted with his pale skin and purple hair, his strained expression looked good on him.
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After the admiration was done, you snapped back to reality. “Holy shit, you actually look really good, Raf.”
“Oh, I know. It's just like I had i-in my mind.” You tugged on the rope to check its tightness around his chest. He moaned as you tugged him closer.
“What are you going to do n-now, cutie?” he smirked.
“I’m… uhm…” You loosened your grip on the rope. “I don't know.”
“Baby, you have to do s-something.” He groaned. He leaned closer and whispered. “Its just like we do all the time, just not with me tied up.” He lightly kissed your neck and met your face once more.
“Oh, he’s a freak.” You thought. “Fine. I’ll figure something out, in the meantime…” You pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss. He tried to move his hands, but forgot the state he was in. He tugged and tugged, realizing he was stuck for real.
His muffled groans and whimpers grew louder as you caressed his bare, now rouged skin, tugging slowly on the rope to tighten spots the ropes crossed, like a spider web. Intertwining with each cross you made, Rafayel was not getting out anytime soon.
“Ugh, cutie, tug tighter.” Rafayel groaned. You tugged the rope that traveled to the back of his torso, the one that ran through his thighs and ass. You pulled up and Rafayel let out a loud moan.
His back arched. “UGH, THATS FUCKING TIGHT!~” Rafayel groaned. He kept trying to loosen the knots of his wrapped hands, trying to reach out to touch you.
“P-Please, untie me, I need to feel you, my love.”
“No, you asked for this, you sick freak.”
“Oh, don't call me that right now, Emcee, untie me. Please~” He whimpered. He tried inching closer to you on the bed, he tipped over a bit, planting his face onto your legs. He picked his chin up, pouting and whimpering. Legs spread, rope running under and round his thighs, back arched.
Ass up.
“Oh, please please at least let me come, cutie.” He whimpered as he placed kisses along your thigh. Wow, he just looked like a fucking mess in your eyes. You knew he liked it.
“Lean back up, I’d say spread your legs, but you’ve done that already.” You chuckled.
(Note: The section below is what I fixed, thanks for the commenter pointing this out! Hope this makes a bit more sense.)
“Don't laugh, you did this to me.” He groaned as he tried to prop himself back up.
You snapped back. “Well, you asked to be tied up.”
Rafayel scoffed. “F-Fine. You win this one.” He sat up, finally after a long struggle, and had his legs spread in the most comfortable way for his predicament. “O-Okay, now please start.”
You climbed on top of Rafayel and started to grind on him without a second thought.
"Ugh, good j-job, baby, holding back from coming so soon.” You whispered into his ear.
“Ugh, you a-asshole…” He muttered. “But you look beautiful in this, love.” Rafayel moaned as you kept whispering sweet things into his ear, grinding harder on him.
“Okay, these a-are coming off.” You said as you unmounted Rafayel, only for a moment. You pulled your underwear down and put them to the side of the mattress, embarrassingly soaked from how hard you grinded on him.
“Aww, cutie, that wet for me?” He beamed. You climbed back onto him.
“I’ll gag you with it if you keep talking like that.” You spoke flatly. “Wait, what the fuck just came outta my mouth?” You thought.
“Do it.” He said. Straightest face you've ever seen on him. “If you reeeally mean it–”
“I- Uhm- I guess... All for you.” You said as you took the underwear from the side and balled them up, you not having done this before, you don't know what else to do with them.
Rafayel opened his mouth, making the cheesy “aahhh” sound and put them in. His eyes watered from the newfound blockage, yet he was laughing to himself. He was really enjoying this… such a good boy though. Tasting you, mixing the taste of his own spit with your wetness, ugh it almost brought a tear to his eye.
Not from pain, but sexual stimulation. Given you slid his length into you right after making sure he could still breath a little bit. You groaned and whimpered as you took it all in.
“Ugh you’re taking it so fast… ugh… it's really sexy, Emcee.” He grunted as he tried thrusting up into you, nuzzling your neck in the meantime between his labored words.
You stopped and pressed his hips down, attempting to stop him. “Tsk tsk tsk, only I get to do that for you.” You tutted. You also wanted to keep him from causing a rash on his legs. Spoiler alert… it did leave some marks.
You started to tighten as you took it deeper and deeper into your body and started bouncing up and down on his cock. “Ugh, that feels really good, good girl for taking it all the way to the base…” Rafayel groaned as his tears from the makeshift gag dripped along your neck.
His hands tensed behind his back as he bucked up his hips to get more into you, even though it wasn’t physically possible.
“Baby, you're gonna make me come really quick, like insanely quick, cutie, please make me please please…” He whimpered. You know how much of a real mess he gets when you leave him on edge like this, tonight would not be that type of night, thank god.
As you curled your hips along his, bone almost touching bone, you cried out.
“Ugh, I think I’m gonna come.”
“HUH?! Oh my… if you come, I won't be able to- I won't be able to hold back- ugh… please!” Rafayel whimpered.
“Please make me come, be a good girl for me…” he grunted as he looked up at you with those sunset eyes. You couldn't say no to your pretty boy, could you?
You bounced faster and faster, each trust onto him drove you slower and close until-
“UGH, Raf, im gonna come…” you uttered as you tightened around him, moving as fast as you could without cramping up.
“UGH- Baby, if you say that, I'm gonna- NGH- IM GONNA- GAH!~” Rafayel moaned as his body shook, you started to feel him fill you with his cum.
You took out the underwear to let him speak. “Ughhhhh fuuuuuck, baby that's good. Good girl.” He said with labored breaths as you leaned down to kiss him, pulling his body up and wrapping your legs around him. He was still inside you, slowly grinding up into you.
“Raf, I'm going to untie you for now, just your arms.” You said as you reached behind him and slipped his hands out. As soon as he felt his free arms, he reached out to grab you.
“Come for me, Emcee. Please.” He said as he held your hips down onto him as he trusted his cock into you from below.
“NGH, Raf, that's a really weird feeling…” You groaned into his ear. It was a big mistake that you unleashed his arms. But who cares, you can tie them again.
Rafayel groaned into your ear. “I can feel how close you are, please just finish for me.” You keep whimpering in his ear as his hands drag lazily around your body.
Your back, spine, arms, scapula, neck, all the right places to make you shake and shiver in his grasp. “Okay, I’m gonna fucking come, Raf, im gonna- AUGH!” You almost screamed. Well, you did, just without the “s.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, groaning in pleasure.
“Good girl, taking all that… yeah, just lay on me. All your weight, I can take it, you know I can.” He said as he laid down and dragged you along with him.
You both sat there, bathed in your combined sweat and cum. You're both very used to it by now.
“Ugh, I still feel you pulsing.” You laughed.
“It's ‘cuz you make me feel good, baby.” Rafayel whispered as he kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.
“I do feel a bit of a rash coming.” He looked down at himself, between his legs. A rash was indeed starting to form on his inner thighs. Owwie.
“Oh, I bet. Look love, that's what happens when we both feel good, we get carried away.” He smiled.
“I know, I can run out in the morning for cream or something. What time is it?” You ponder, looking for a nearby clock.
“It is…” Rafayel looked over at the clock. “Holy… It's almost 2 in the morning… how?!”
“Well, time goes by when-” Rafayel kissed you to shut you up.
“Don't you dare finish that sentence, it's soooo cringy. You can run out when the sun rises, alright?”
“Okay. I'll just lay here. Stuck to you.” You accepted. You both awkwardly tried to lay down. You just ended up plopping onto the mattress, curled in each other’s embrace.
“Yep, you do that. I'm not going anywhere.” He kissed you again and closed his eyes. Still tied up, but he wasn't paying all that attention to it.
~
And that is where this tale picks up.
You left in the morning to grab the cream for his rashes, oww. You left Rafayel tied up on the bed, even wrapping some extra rope to the bed frame, hanging his arms out and open.
He must've asked a voice assistant to call you on his phone. And he asked impatiently:
“You coming back yet, cutie?”
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“You coming back yet, cutie?” you hear Rafayel groaned impatiently over the phone.
“I’m stuck outside the gate, Raf.” You yelled at your phone.
You heard him shuffle around awkwardly over the phone. “OH! Sorry, cutie, I must've left it locked when I sent you out for the cream, I’ll try to unlock it now.” He strained. You heard him move around and heard a button BZZT! from over the phone and the gate opened its doors to you a few seconds later.
“Thanks babe, ill see you in two.” You hung up the phone and strutted inside. You knew why he took so long to unlock it.
You left him tied up to the bed.
Now, my dear reader, you must be asking, “Some backstory if you will, please, Echo?” Well ask and you shall receive.
Like Rafayel did. Ha ha ha…
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He had called you over the previous afternoon for an opinion on an upcoming piece for an art show he was asked to present at. You kind of remember him calling you up around noon and asking,
“Ma petite artiste, should I use Cobalt or Celtic blue paint for this portrait?" And instead of choosing over the phone, he just called you over to see it in person. When you arrived, he changed the subject after choosing a shade of red rather than the blue.
“I think it looks better than what I could've put.” It was a portrait of a woman, most likely from Lemurian myth. She had a long, flowing dress that shaped into a tail around her feet. While the woman and dress were in shades of blue and purple, the outline of her tail was shades of crimson red.
“Don't you like it? It reminds me of a certain beloved bride…” He put his hand to his chin, tapping rhythmically. “Doesn't it, cutie?” He looked down at you, copying his gesture.
“Hmm, who is this supposed to be?”
“Oh, don't you see?! The hair, the dress, the face?” He looked at you, jokingly distraught and pacing back and forth.
“Nope. Who is it?” You laughed. “I genuinely don't know!” He grabbed your face and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs.
“My love, that's YOU! How can you NOT tell?!” He giggled. He turned your head gently to get a closer look at the canvas. “I even got that scar on your nose from that Wanderer battle a few months ago, I almost forgot to add it.”
You inspected the image closely, indeed there was a tiny almost invisible scar on your nose in the painting. “Your attention to detail is… impeccable.” You said, looking at him again. “Thank you. So is this going in the show?”
“Mhm! Along with a few other pieces I've got stored… somewhere.” He shrugged. “That’s not the only reason I called you over here, Emcee.”
“Then… What's the other reason?”
“Do you know any knots like how boy scouts do? Clove hitches, square knots at least, right?” He asked as he went over to his couch to sit down.
You start walking over to him. “Uhm, yes. I think we had some training with tying them during Hunter’s training.” You sat down next to him, placing your legs on top of his. “Why?”
Rafayel started to caress your thighs. “Oh, nothing cutie. Just wanted to try something… let me get it.” Rafayel lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom. Rafayel placed you on his bed, ran to the closet and came back with a dark red rope, coincidentally it was a red one close to the one in the painting.
“Is that leftover ribo from the party last month?” They had to wrap gifts for a Lemurain relatives birthday or anniversary or some kind of milestone… yeah.
“Yes, well no. I had Thomas pick up rope very similar to it. I liked the color of that ribbon, but I like the texture of this rope.” He wrapped the rope around his arm, minding the length of each wrap.
“You know I used to be a boy scout, or some form of one? Even though I stopped at only Life… I might be Shark today…” He beamed. (Shark = Lemurians version of Eagle scout, idk the titles yet but its my headcannon that Raf is a boy scout - Echo)
“You were that of a high rank, really? Wooow, impressive.” You complimented.
“Aww, thank you, cutie. But to the point. So… I’m going to teach you some knots…”
You knew where this was going. You’ve been asking for this for months.
“Yes?” You eagerly asked.
“And you are going to-”
“YES?” You pounced on the edge of the couch, almost falling off the bed.
Rafayel looked surprised. “...Do you know where this is going?” You nodded your head quickly.
“Holy shit, HE WANTS TO TIE ME UP, I've been wanting to ask him for MONTHS!” You thought mischievously.
“You, Miss Huner, have the task of tying me up.” He chuckled.
A record scratch played in your mind.
“Uhh, what?” You blinked with confusion. “What do you mean tie you up? I thought you’d ask me.”
“Uhm… no. Remember we were a little tipsy one day a few days ago and you asked if I was into any…”Rafayel coughed. “...kinks.”
“WHAT, I DID?!” You said baffled, you did remember the wine. But what did that wine do to you? “Uhm, then what happened?”
Rafayel walked over to you, still wrapping the oddly lengthy rope around his hand. “After that, I told you that I have had fantasies where I'm… tied up.”
Wow. You didn't remember a single thing from this conversation. You remembered the wine, the amazing wine it was, but it fucked you up for sure. “And then I said?” You leaned on your chin against your palm. You were very intrigued on how he remembered all of this, given he had the wine too.
“You said you’d do it during our next meet up. That’s today.” He pointed to the ground as he said “Today.” Is that why he called you over?
The paint was a hoax… goddamnit.
“What about last week?” You asked. You went out for dinner a few days ago and when you got home… Let's just say the night got the best of you two.
“That didn't count, my love. Not one bit.” He tugged on the rope, tying it so it wouldn't loosen or fray. He threw the rope in front of you on his bed.
“This one counts now, cutie.”
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Hey, it's me Echo, your lovely narrator. Since I did some scouting when I was younger, I know some knots. But I know nothing about bondage. So, after research on some other fics and on different websites, I can officially say my search history will not save me if I'm asked about it.
So, please mind the fic after this, I obviously know nothing about bondage and being tied up because that isn't something I've done in person. I will be using the Tipsy invasion card from the game as a little reference as well as examples from pinterest and some place else I cant remember.
I can't write bondage, but I can sure try it. Do or do not, or whatever the saying is. C'est la vie!
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After Raf gave you a quick rundown of how to lay and tighten the rope around his body, as well as a few knots to tie his limbs back and out of the way, you started the bondage.
The rope laid out against his bare skin on his chest and abdomen, the rope around his pecs rested in triangle shapes, kind of like a bikini, making them protrude.
The rope laid in three triangles around his waist. His arms were raised and his elbows bent. His wrists and hands were tied up and bent behind his head.
That piece of rope then led to his ankles, tying them together. His legs were tied up, forcing them to spread apart. He was stuck sitting on his thighs. If anything, you could've just tied his torso and arms.
But he wanted it this way. Messy or cleanly tied, he was still restrained.
His thighs were wrapped, almost to the point of leaving purple marks on his skin. The only thing left bare was his cock, just the rope wrapping around his v-line and around his inner thigh to his ass, hiking it up and making his spine curve forward, making the rope around his chest, making it tighter and protruding his chest more. Then that rope connected back to his ankles.
Jeez, it was just all perfect.
Along with him being naked, you changed your outfit from the one you came in. You had some clothes in Rafayel’s house due to your frequent visits. You pulled out a red bralette with some flowy fabric cascading down from the cup portions. The underwear matched with the bra, with tiny polka dots as a pattern. Adorable, I know.
It was getting dark out, light halted from pouring into the numerous windows of his studio. A pink and orange sky was all that was left for a few more moments.
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“Are you sure this doesn't hurt?” you as you tied one final knot a bit tighter.
“N-No, it’s alright, baby. No need to go tighter." He shuddered. “Can you turn off the AC actually? It's g-getting a bit cold…”
You could clearly see the makeshift hardness of his nipples, him being naked and all really helping out.
Did I mention he stripped before you started the bondage? He promised it would be “easier and more effective that way” and added “Oh, this is how it was in one of my fantasies, cutie” and shit like that. Seeing him live out fantasies brings you pleasure too, once things start to heat up of course.
You could also tell he was starting to harden up as you tied more knots. With each tug of the rope, he groaned and whimpered. His cock bobbed up and down, his thighs digging into the mattress. You could tell he's been thinking about being tied up just as long as you have had the same ideas for yourself.
“My love, are you ready now? You can tease, tug, do whatever, just please hurry~”
“What if it's too much or you get burns?” You say, genuinely concerned for his well-being.
You don't want your pretty boy getting hurt, don't you?
“I'll voice any concerns if I feel I need t-to. So far, none yet.” Rafayel smiled. He looked almost happy being tied up. You've had to tie down some criminals in Linkon before, and they sure weren't happy about it.
“Hah- Okay, baby, that's good. No m-more rope, right? Tie it off and—hah—start the, yknow, no clue how to word it, but you know what…” He whimpered.
You tied the final knot tight and gazed at Rafayel to see your work. The red rope contrasted with his pale skin and purple hair, his strained expression looked good on him.
~
After the admiration was done, you snapped back to reality. “Holy shit, you actually look really good, Raf.”
“Oh, I know. It's just like I had i-in my mind.” You tugged on the rope to check its tightness around his chest. He moaned as you tugged him closer.
“What are you going to do n-now, cutie?” he smirked.
“I’m… uhm…” You loosened your grip on the rope. “I don't know.”
“Baby, you have to do s-something.” He groaned. He leaned closer and whispered. “Its just like we do all the time, just not with me tied up.” He lightly kissed your neck and met your face once more.
“Oh, he’s a freak.” You thought. “Fine. I’ll figure something out, in the meantime…” You pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss. He tried to move his hands, but forgot the state he was in. He tugged and tugged, realizing he was stuck for real.
His muffled groans and whimpers grew louder as you caressed his bare, now rouged skin, tugging slowly on the rope to tighten spots the ropes crossed, like a spider web. Intertwining with each cross you made, Rafayel was not getting out anytime soon.
“Ugh, cutie, tug tighter.” Rafayel groaned. You tugged the rope that traveled to the back of his torso, the one that ran through his thighs and ass. You pulled up and Rafayel let out a loud moan.
His back arched. “UGH, THATS FUCKING TIGHT!~” Rafayel groaned. He kept trying to loosen the knots of his wrapped hands, trying to reach out to touch you.
“P-Please, untie me, I need to feel you, my love.”
“No, you asked for this, you sick freak.”
“Oh, don't call me that right now, Emcee, untie me. Please~” He whimpered. He tried inching closer to you on the bed, he tipped over a bit, planting his face onto your legs. He picked his chin up, pouting and whimpering. Legs spread, rope running under and round his thighs, back arched.
Ass up.
“Oh, please please at least let me come, cutie.” He whimpered as he placed kisses along your thigh. Wow, he just looked like a fucking mess in your eyes. You knew he liked it.
“Lean back up, I’d say spread your legs, but you’ve done that already.” You chuckled.
(Note: The section below is what I fixed, thanks for the commenter pointing this out! Hope this makes a bit more sense.)
“Don't laugh, you did this to me.” He groaned as he tried to prop himself back up.
You snapped back. “Well, you asked to be tied up.”
Rafayel scoffed. “F-Fine. You win this one.” He sat up, finally after a long struggle, and had his legs spread in the most comfortable way for his predicament. “O-Okay, now please start.”
You climbed on top of Rafayel and started to grind on him without a second thought.
"Ugh, good j-job, baby, holding back from coming so soon.” You whispered into his ear.
“Ugh, you a-asshole…” He muttered. “But you look beautiful in this, love.” Rafayel moaned as you kept whispering sweet things into his ear, grinding harder on him.
“Okay, these a-are coming off.” You said as you unmounted Rafayel, only for a moment. You pulled your underwear down and put them to the side of the mattress, embarrassingly soaked from how hard you grinded on him.
“Aww, cutie, that wet for me?” He beamed. You climbed back onto him.
“I’ll gag you with it if you keep talking like that.” You spoke flatly. “Wait, what the fuck just came outta my mouth?” You thought.
“Do it.” He said. Straightest face you've ever seen on him. “If you reeeally mean it–”
“I- Uhm- I guess... All for you.” You said as you took the underwear from the side and balled them up, you have not done this before, so you don't know what else to do with them.
Rafayel opened his mouth, making the cheesy “aahhh” sound and put them in. His eyes watered from the newfound blockage, yet he was laughing to himself. He was really enjoying this… such a good boy though. Tasting you, mixing the taste of his own spit with your wetness, ugh it almost brought a tear to his eye.
Not from pain, but sexual stimulation. Given you slid his length into you right after making sure he could still breath a little bit. You groaned and whimpered as you took it all in.
“Ugh you’re taking it so fast… ugh… it's really sexy, Emcee.” He grunted as he tried thrusting up into you, nuzzling your neck in the meantime between his labored words.
You stopped and pressed his hips down, attempting to stop him. “Tsk tsk tsk, only I get to do that for you.” You tutted. You also wanted to keep him from causing a rash on his legs. Spoiler alert… it did leave some marks.
You started to tighten as you took it deeper and deeper into your body and started bouncing up and down on his cock. “Ugh, that feels really good, good girl for taking it all the way to the base…” Rafayel groaned as his tears from the makeshift gag dripped along your neck.
His hands tensed behind his back as he bucked up his hips to get more into you, even though it wasn’t physically possible.
“Baby, you're gonna make me come really quick, like insanely quick, cutie, please make me please please…” He whimpered. You know how much of a real mess he gets when you leave him on edge like this, tonight would not be that type of night, thank god.
As you curled your hips along his, bone almost touching bone, you cried out.
“Ugh, I think I’m gonna come.”
“HUH?! Oh my… if you come, I won't be able to- I won't be able to hold back- ugh… please!” Rafayel whimpered.
“Please make me come, be a good girl for me…” he grunted as he looked up at you with those sunset eyes. You couldn't say no to your pretty boy, could you?
You bounced faster and faster, each trust onto him drove you slower and close until-
“UGH, Raf, im gonna come…” you uttered as you tightened around him, moving as fast as you could without cramping up.
“UGH- Baby, if you say that, I'm gonna- NGH- IM GONNA- GAH!~” Rafayel moaned as his body shook, you started to feel him fill you with his cum.
You took out the underwear to let him speak. “Ughhhhh fuuuuuck, baby that's good. Good girl.” He said with labored breaths as you leaned down to kiss him, pulling his body up and wrapping your legs around him. He was still inside you, slowly grinding up into you.
“Raf, I'm going to untie you for now, just your arms.” You said as you reached behind him and slipped his hands out. As soon as he felt his free arms, he reached out to grab you.
“Come for me, Emcee. Please.” He said as he held your hips down onto him as he trusted his cock into you from below.
“NGH, Raf, that's a really weird feeling…” You groaned into his ear. It was a big mistake that you unleashed his arms. But who cares, you can tie them again.
Rafayel groaned into your ear. “I can feel how close you are, please just finish for me.” You keep whimpering in his ear as his hands drag lazily around your body.
Your back, spine, arms, scapula, neck, all the right places to make you shake and shiver in his grasp. “Okay, I’m gonna fucking come, Raf, im gonna- AUGH!” You almost screamed. Well, you did, just without the “s.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, groaning in pleasure.
“Good girl, taking all that… yeah, just lay on me. All your weight, I can take it, you know I can.” He said as he laid down and dragged you along with him.
You both sat there, bathed in your combined sweat and cum. You're both very used to it by now.
“Ugh, I still feel you pulsing.” You laughed.
“It's ‘cuz you make me feel good, baby.” Rafayel whispered as he kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.
“I do feel a bit of a rash coming.” He looked down at himself, between his legs. A rash was indeed starting to form on his inner thighs. Owwie.
“Oh, I bet. Look love, that's what happens when we both feel good, we get carried away.” He smiled.
“I know, I can run out in the morning for cream or something. What time is it?” You ponder, looking for a nearby clock.
“It is…” Rafayel looked over at the clock. “Holy… It's almost 2 in the morning… how?!”
“Well, time goes by when-” Rafayel kissed you to shut you up.
“Don't you dare finish that sentence, it's soooo cringy. You can run out when the sun rises, alright?”
“Okay. I'll just lay here. Stuck to you.” You accepted. You both awkwardly tried to lay down. You just ended up plopping onto the mattress, curled in each other’s embrace.
“Yep, you do that. I'm not going anywhere.” He kissed you again and closed his eyes. Still tied up, but he wasn't paying all that attention to it.
~
And that is where this tale picks up.
You left in the morning to grab the cream for his rashes, oww. You left Rafayel tied up on the bed, even wrapping some extra rope to the bed frame, hanging his arms out and open.
He must've asked a voice assistant to call you on his phone. And he asked impatiently:
You held the chocolates close to your chest. You bought them offline to better your relationship with Dr. Li. They have hints of—obviously chocolate—and some other natural, yet boosted aphrodisiacs.
Ginseng, pomegranate and red wine. You are nervous about how the power of these treats will affect you two, but there were a lot of happy customers in the comments of the project page.
“Okay… you can do this… it isn't your first time. LETS JUST DO THIS!”” You said to yourself. You were about to leave your apartment in Linkon and head over to Dr. Li’s. Or should you say Dr. Zayne’s? Let’s just say Zayne. Your relationship has expanded much farther than just childhood friends, or a doctor and his patient.
Since the last check up and hang out you two have had, you've been talking about the next time you'd meet just to be with each other. Not for medicinal reasons, more comforting exchanges than those in a doctor’s office.
You arrived at Zayne’s apartment complex. It appears very sleek and clean looking. “Very modern…” You think.
You hear a low purr coming from a nearby bush. A cat crawled out and sat on the steps up to the main entrance of the complex. It started purring louder and walked through your legs, tail curling around your calf. You scooped it up and started stroking its patterned forehead.
“Awww so cuteeee.” You said. What else would you say if you saw a tuxedo kitten?
“Cats have been known to purr louder and louder when they sense someone they trust is around.” A voice said behind you.
Was it someone from the 109 Zone? From The Hunter’s Association concerned about work?! Are you in trouble?! ARE YOU GETTING LAID OFF?!?!
“Who is this?” You shuddered, holding the kitten and chocolates close.
“Just someone you’ve decided to meet with. Concerning something along the lines of… innuendos I cannot say out loud.”
Zayne stepped out in front of you. “Esspecially in front of this cutie.” You almost didn't recognize him with his hair growing out into a short mullet and his glasses being a bit fogged up. (writers note, heres what im talking about basically)
“How have you been, MC? Oh, sorry, I must’ve forgotten. How have you been, Emcee?” He called you by your first name. (writers note: ha ha ha see what I did there?...) Only. He used to only ever call you by your last name and kept it professional.
“I've been good, you?” Oh the way he says your name, ugh it makes your heart flutter.
Zayne reached out his hand. “Good to hear. Come on, I’ll show you around my apartment first before we… you know, Emcee.”
You took his hand. “Okay, let's go! So far, it's beautiful. I mean, you've got cats outside, that's a pretty good sign to me!”
He gave a soft smile as he led you out the stairs and into the doorway.
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“I hope he won’t notice…” you thought. You ran out of the house so fast you forgot to put on your fucking bra. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”
He led you inside the foyer of his complex. “That wind picked up out of nowhere, I forgot to close my windows.”
Whenever Zayne speaks, you hear the same, plain, boring inflection. Whether he’s worried about your heart, your journey home from a coffee shop, even when he forgets to close his windows on a windy day. It’s always said flatly: “Oh, be safe,” “Have a good day, MC,” and recently: “I forgot to close my windows.” Not a single wavering of his speech whatsoever.
“Its all the way up the stairs and to the right, Emcee. Follow me.”
“Huh?” you murmured, having zoned out for a minute. He took your hand and led you up the staircase. Even the stairwell matched the outside of the complex, much cleaner that a lot of staircases in Linkon.
Once you two made it up all the stairs, he guided you into his apartment. His keys jingled as he took them out of his coat pocket, a cheesy snowman keychain you gave him shone brightly from the hallway light.
Obviously knowing Zayne for quite some time, his apartment is very clean. A white couch, large windows that were indeed open, letting in a cool breeze. Plants were scattered along the living room, watering can on the nearest counter. Modern stairs leading up to his office and bedroom, you’d assume. You started to unzip your coat, but Zayne slid it off your shoulders and put it on the coatrack by the door.
“Would you like coffee? Or perhaps tea?” He said as he took off his own coat. “I remember you saying you like both. Tea has many health benefits, especially for you.” You were distracted by what Zayne had on under his coat.
A black form fitting long sleeve shirt. You saw he had some type of work or suit pants on. Nope. You stared at the outlines of his toned muscles showing through the shirt, due to the breeze being let in, you were both still a bit chilly. The outline of his nipples showed through as well—Oh no you're staring too much.
“Wait, what? Sorry, I zoned out.” You said awkwardly.
Zayne laughed. “Would you like anything to drink?” His tone slightly got brighter all of a sudden, the laugh brought a grin to your face.
“Uhm… This is going to sound childish, but do you have hot cocoa?” You smiled.
Zayne gave a smile back. “I can make you one. I'll show you my kitchen while I’m at it. Or if you want to roam around, you're welcome to, Emcee.” He walked into his kitchen and started a kettle for hot water. When that started, he checked in on you, seeing you sway your feet on the couch.
“Like it? I had it commissioned by a colleague of mine.”
“It's very comfy, I could fall asleep right now.” You said, laying down on a pillow, propping your feet on the armrest.
“Good.” He hummed. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, fingers tracing along your scalp. Your face grew red. He smiled. “Never saw that coming, did you?”
The kettle started to go off and Zayne went back to the kitchen as if none of that ever happened.
You wandered around his living room—after calming down—before smelling the sweet chocolate wafting from the kitchen. You heard Zayne shout. “It's ready, Emcee.” You waltzed into the kitchen and saw the two mugs ready.
“Would you like anything else before we get started?” He asked.
“Nope, not really. Thank you so much, Zayne. I needed this.” You nodded as he handed you the mug. It was hot to the touch, but it became less of a burning sensation and more of a calming one.
I mean, it's the perfect day to do this. Mid November on a Thursday, 6:31 PM, cozy turtle neck sweater, sparrows chirping outside a large window overlooking the falling leaves of oak trees, and having hot cocoa with your old friend and doctor.
And a newfound partner.
You and Zayne walked over to the couch, he sat next to you, bringing over his cup of hot cocoa. He took a sip, placed it on the ottoman, and wrapped his hand around your shoulder. You both sat in silence, listening to the outdoor sounds and each other's heartbeats and breaths.
“You know I brought the… special chocolates right?” You said between sipping your hot cocoa.
“Oh, really? I never thought you’d actually get them. I thought you’d be too scared.”
“What? Are you saying I’m a—”
“I’m not making any assumptions. I just never remember you being this type of person.” He interrupted.
“Uhm, well it's been a while, hasn't it?” You said back.
“Well, yes it has.” Zayne said, defeated in this short-lived argument.
“Do you want to eat anything before we start or just dive right in?” You asked.
“Well, it is around the time I eat dinner and I finished up all my work…” As Zayne reviewed what he did today to you, you slid a two-square piece of chocolate out of the pack. You split it into two and plopped it into the mugs.
You genuinely wanted hot cocoa, it just so happened you had the aphrodisiac on you. What a coincidence!
“I guess we can have a tiny meal for dinner. I can order something, do you have a preference?”
“How about we finish our drinks first?” You asked with a smile on your face.
“Well, I couldn't see why not.” You leaned on Zayne's shoulder as you both finished up the hot cocoa.
As he let out a sigh, sitting with you and finishing his drink, now warm and not boiling hot like before. As he leaned his head back, catching every drop of the cocoa in his mouth, he held his head as he put down the mug.
“Emcee, the chocolate tastes a bit bitter, is it because it's growing cold?” He asked. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck. “My head is pounding, how?”
“Not sure, mine tastes f-fine.” Your heart started to race a bit. “It's working, AHHHHH!!” You thought, unaware of what's to come.
“Wait, let me see that chocolate on the table please.” Shit, he caught you. He definitely saw you slip the chocolate into the drinks. “WHY did I leave it on the table?” You thought in defeat.
He read the label, mumbling to himself. “Oh no.”
You bent over to look at the label. “What? Is it bad? Is it expired? I just got it how could it be—”
“No, it isn't expired. You should've read the goddamn label on the website before you bought this, Emcee…” His glasses started fogging up. You noticed he was breathing heavily from his mouth instead of his nose, hissing with each finished sentence.
“All of these inclusions increase Phenylethylamine and Tryptophan levels by 45%...”
“And? Translate for me, please?” You start to tug on the collar of your sweater.
He looked down at his hands, they started to softly shake. “Fuck. Well… phenylethylamine is also known as a ‘love drug…’ it increases… sexual hormones and feelings in a person's body…” He turned to you, grabbing the front of your swear, dragging you towards him.
“How much did you put into our drinks?” He growled.
“I split a square in half and put one in each… is that bad?”
“Is it bad?” He laughed. His grip grew tighter with one hand as he reached to grab the packet of chocolate. Zayne’s hands returned to your body, now your waist, grip tightening. “Read the label for me, Emcee.”
You grunted. “O-Okay, uhm… it says:
‘Serving Size: 1/16th of a Square.’
…Oh. Shit.”
“You're in big trouble now, Emcee. You gave us each one square, many times the serving amount.”
He laughed and threw his head back. “Oh you weren't prepared for this. Were you?” Zayne asked as he tilted his head and moved closer to you.
He did not at all seem like himself at all. He’s usually very careful with how he presents himself. Voice low, professional and expressionless. But this Zayne? He was ready to go on a full-on rampage. You are indeed not prepared for what is to come.
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Zayne pulled your body close to his and started to kiss you. You began to grind on him, gently at first. More intense than he ever has. His hands found your face as he caressed your skin slowly. Your hands slip up his neck to his ears as you fondled with his lobes.
You grinded harder. Your skin grew hot, your teeth almost banged into each other, Zayne pulled away. He stood you up and dragged you up and off the couch.
“We’re continuing this upstairs, Emcee.” You nodded in response. “Wrap your arm around my neck.” He demanded. You are starting to really like this side of him. He’s being… dominant, so to speak. Usually you called the shots, not just with your medical decisions.
With you putting your arm around his neck and firmly on his shoulder, he picked you up one handed with ease.
“Holy shit-”
“-Shh. D-Don't talk just yet, please.” He spoke softly. It was completely different from the demeanor he was presenting a few seconds ago… odd.
He ascended the staircase with ease and you in his arms. He opened the door to his monochrome bedroom and he shut and locked it behind you. He let you down.
“G-Get on the bed, Emcee.” He was back to the demanding speech he had downstairs. “I hate to ask you something before we go any further-” you tried pulling him in for a kiss again. He grabbed your face and shook his head.
“Tsk tsk tsk, no Emcee. Let me ask a question.” he smirked. “W-We need a safeword. I know alcohol affects me in these w-ways and I'm holding back as much as I can r-right now, so please pick one. Quickly.”
He looked desperate for your lips to touch his, constantly looking down at them and looking further down at your chest, fiddling with the necklace he gifted you. He led his fingers down your body, softly caressing your unsupported chest.
“Shit, you noticed.” You moaned softly. “I was hoping the c-chocolate didn't have this intense of an effect on you…”
He started to lean you down onto the bed, head nuzzling your neck. His nose leads up your nape and to your ear.
“I never let myself touch alcohol or aphrodisiacs of any kind…” He leaned more into your ear, cupping your chest in one of his hands, the other cupping the back of your head pulling you closer to him.
“But for you, I broke that rule.” Your eyes rolled back slightly, his breath running down your neck and collar, down the crevice of your breasts.
“It's c-cold…” You whimpered. You felt him smirk as his lips traced your earlobe. “D-Did you use your Evol for that?” You groaned.
“What do you think, Emcee?” Zayne bit down on your neck like a touch-starved vampire and started to leave marks along you. He kept groaning in between each bite. Licking and kissing the spot before and after vigorously biting down viciously. You tried to fight the slight painful sensations, clawing at his back, but he just kept pressing you down into the mattress.
“S-SIR! STOP, PLEASE, WAIT!” You screamed.
He stopped. “Sir? That is what you’ve decided on for a safeword?” He left your neck red and met your eyes with his, caressing and turning your chin to meet his face. You were caught off guard and stuttered.
“Oh, you look so beautiful.” Zayne whispered. Laid down and toppled by his body, your hair messed up and laid out on the sheets, marks and hickeys left all over both sides of your neck—made by him,—sweat dripping down your forehead. God, it was more intoxicating than the aphrodisiac itself.
“Sir. Hmm… I like that. A special ring to it.” Zayne now believed you were deemed worthy of all the love that he could give under the influence of the chocolate.
“Now,” he leaned up from his straddled position on top of you. “Y-You say that word when it gets too much for you. Whether it b-be for me to slow down, change something if you're uncomfortable or if y-you want me to completely stop, which I doubt you d-do. But I can be wrong.” All his talking was driving you completely nuts.
“When is he going to ask me to continue?" You thought.
“Take off your sweater. It fits you wonderfully and compliments your body, but it has to go.” He said as he started to slide it up above your head.
“Oh, Emcee. Beautiful…” Zayne murmured. He caressed your body and held your breasts in his hands. He used his Evol to lower the temperature at his fingertips and lightly moved them about your chest, at your most sensitive spots. You lightly clawed at his back, not with pain, with pleasure. You're pissed you hadn’t done this sooner.
You lightly moaned and groaned at Zayne’s soft touch, gripping tighter and tighter to him. Even affected by the chocolate, it being a natural aphrodisiac itself, Zayne knew his and your boundaries.
But in this state, should he be restrained by them?
“Zayne…”
“Yes, Emcee?”
“Even with you respecting my boundaries, I love it, but please do more.” You pushed away and propped your chest forward as a sign to let him… well… mark them up. “I’m letting you.”
Zayne, with no hesitation, laid you down on the pillows. He started to kiss around your collarbone. Going lower and lower after leaving small marks along your delicate skin.
“Love, you taste amazing.” he moaned.
‘Love?’ He had never called you that before…
Zayne grunted. “Take off your pants, please, I’m not sure how long this will last…” He said as he slowly started unzipping your fly.
You vividly remember reading the serving size out loud and reading the rest in her mind.
“DISCLAIMER: Depending on how much of the chocolate you or your partner eats, it can last for up to two hours for one serving. Be safe!”
And guess what original thought you've had for the umpteenth time tonight?
“Shit…”
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Zayne spoke demandingly again. “Hold up your hips, Emcee.” You followed. Your hips ached from the previous grinding you were doing before.
Why were you worried about this? Why do you keep dodging the fact that you went on that website and you bought the chocolate and you put it into the hot cocoa? It's been your fault all along that he’s like this. It feels wrong, yes that you are putting your boyfriend in this state, there is pity there. But, it is being submerged by the pleasure you are both seeking. You agreed to this.
You created the safeword.
“Baby, are you okay? Do you want me to stop? It’ll be hard b-but I can try-” you pulled him in for a deep kiss as you lifted your hips and allowed him to pull, almost rip off, your jeans. His hands traced your back, one stopped at the crevice of it and your ass and the other went up to your shoulderblade, holding you up.
You also were the one to pick out your outfit this morning so there's two things.
“Hah… Emcee, are those the cotton garments I recommended to you?” He went professional again. For your health down there, he suggested getting breathable fabrics so that you don't get infections. Cotton, for example. The set that you picked out, which you forgot the matching bra at home, had blue lace surrounding the front and it got slimmer in the back with a tiny bow above the crevice of your ass.
“Yes, uhm… they're cotton. Very breathable…” You muttered as he fondled with the bow and the peak of your ass.
“Mhm, I can smell your scent from here… it is intoxicating…” He fiddled with the bow on the back, pulling it back and letting it snap onto your backside, driving you utterly insane.
“Just take them off already, baby” You asked.
“I'm starting to like the sound of that.” Zayne slid off the blue panties and unveiled your scent even more. The air around your crotch grew cold as his breath drew closer in between your thighs. He took off his glasses and put them to the side. He moved one of your legs above his shoulder.
“Jeez, he really can’t get enough of the temperature play…” You thought. But you put yourself up to this, so you can’t really defend yourself later after the chocolate wears off…
He inched closer and close enough where his nose touched your most sensitive spot.
“MPH- Zayne, jeez watch it- AUGH!” He cut you off to indulge in your taste. You felt his tongue insert into your body, flicking methodically. You couldn't resist grabbing on tight to his scalp, almost aiding him with his deed.
“Holy fucking shit, Zayne- ngh- You really know your… shit…” You mumbled, trying not to talk that much and let out your moans.
“Do I now?” He whispered before indulging himself again. His tongue flicked up and down around the core of your sex, gently licking and sucking around your clit and folds.
(TEEHEE hey guys checking in, how you doin'? take some cocoa for the road, yeah? 😁☕ - Echo)
You gripped his head tighter and pulled him closer to your core. He lowered the temperature of his tongue—somehow—and inserted it again into you. You kept muffling your moans, Zayne stopped.
“Love, I won't continue if you keep holding back from letting me know how good you feel for me.”
“W-What do you mean?” You groaned as you felt him pull away from you.
“Stop muffling yourself.” He looked up at you with some submissive emotion as he spoke. “Make as many sounds as you possibly can. I need to know how good you feel for me.” He backed away from your clit.
“Let it all out.” His hazy eyes gleamed as he spoke. Spit and precum along the sides of his mouth, sweat on his brow, God, he looked so hot. How could you say no?
“F-Fine.” You whispered and agreed to his plea.
“I didn't hear you. Say it again.” Zayne pulled away more, fingers trailing off your leg. “Use your words, my love.”
“YES! FINE!” You screamed.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Zayne almost seemed to dive back into your core. More intense than the first indulgence. His tongue reached in further, his licks became more precise and planned than before.
Zayne’s chilled tongue driving you insane made you moan and whimper more and more than you were concealing from him earlier. “Mph… Zayne… I’m gonna- ugh- I’m gonna fucking come…” you groaned down at him.
Your legs spread and your hips kept quivering, but you thrusted closer to his touch.
“I know, I know, come for me, love. But watch that mouth.” He moaned. He went faster at your g-spot after finding it a few minutes ago.
How he knew? It was obvious by the small amount of drool forming on your lip. You held his scalp tighter than ever and threw your head back as you felt yourself at the climax.
“Y-YES! Shit- I’m coming Zayne, I’m fucking com- UGH?” Zayne stopped. He lifted you and pushed your body closer to the headboard of his bed. “What are you doing?!”
“I’m going to fuck you now. Properly.” He urged. His eyes glared and he slid off his pants.
“You see what you have done to me? This isn't the chocolate talking.”
“Oh, I know.” You spoke softly. Zayne then grabbed your face and turned it to him, slowly caressing your lips.
“Hmm, how sweet. Now come for me.” He hummed as he gave you a quick, deep kiss. As you kissed, Zayne inserted himself.
Holy mother of all things good in this world.
“UGH! Zayne I’m gonna come—” You gasped as you felt his tip poke at your core. He wasn't even half way when you started to orgasm.
“—Holy, ghh, you're so tight… mph, you're going to make me finish quick…” He slowly thrusted into you, not all the way in and out, just slow. “But who said that we are finished, hm?”
It was at this point that Zayne slowly started to go faster. Even though you already came when he had just inserted his shaft into you, he was obviously going to make you come again.
He went fast.
And then faster.
And faster.
The bed creaked and bent with each thrust he gave to you. Holy shit, why hadn't you bought that aphrodisiac sooner?
“Sir, my back-” Zayne stopped at sir.
“Yes?” he spoke softly, wiping hair out of your field of view. “Yes, what's wrong, my love?’
“Grab that pillow behind you.” He said. You reached for the decorative pillow behind you. It’s a circle with an intricate snowflake on it, pretty.
“Lift your hips.” You do as he slides the pillow under your hips. “Now set them down. Is that better for you, love?” Zayne tilted his head as he asked.
“M-Mhm, yes.” You mumbled. You looked down, making sure that everything was alright.
“Good.” He said in a different tone. What could that mean—
Zayne started thrusting into again, to a speed you thought was impossible for a man of his stature.
Occasionally he went slow, going all the way in, balls deep of course, then, he pulled out gently, all the way, and went fast again. He knew what he was doing to you and he knew you liked it, you sick freak.
“Emcee, I feel you starting to throb and tighten around me. A-Are you starting to come again?”
“Mhm, yes sir, yes yes, I am….” You whimpered under him. You looked utterly desperate for him to come inside of you. “P-Please—”
“You feeling like this… it's getting me close…” He groaned. He went a bit slower, breathing heavily with each thrust he gave to you.
“Zayne, why did you slow down, I'm so close please, just keep going-” You pleaded. Zayne covered your mouth as he slowly sped up. He looked down at your chest, moving up and down with your breath.
“I'm gonna come.,” Zayne moaned. “ghhh, love, I'm coming…” He groaned into your ear as he lowered his chin and bit down on your neck. Muffled moans erupting from his mouth as he came.
You were soon filled with hot liquid, his liquid, as he slowly thrust into you making sure every single drop was inside of your core.
“ZAYNE, UGH, I’M GONNA- UGH!” You groaned as you clawed at his bare back. You felt your legs shake and heart beat as fast as it does in the heat of battle, only this time you weren't fighting Wanderers.
“Ohh fuuck…” He groaned as you came again for him, his cock still inside of you, slowly thrusting in and out of your throbbing core at that phenomenal angle, thanks to the pillow.
“Are you still coming?” He grunted.
“Mhm, I think so… I can’t fucking tell—” “You're making me finish again- ugh fuuck…” He moaned as he grabbed you closer to him as he came inside of you again. Overlapping voices made everything incomprehensible to you in the heat of the moment.
You have never heard Zayne curse this much. That part most likely be the chocolate…
“Ugh, it feels so good, Zayne. Any health benefits?” You laughed, trying to make a quick joke.
“Hah, funny. Not to my expertise, since I am not in that field. I can ask—” You kissed him slowly. Your tongues intertwined as your heads tilted at odd angles.
“Ugh, come here, lay on me for a second. Rest before we start once again.” He rolled over and patted his chest. You went to lay on top of him, you felt his heartbeat pump inside his chest. Your chests rose and fell in tandem as you tried to calm yourselves.
“Start again?” You asked.
“We can rest the chocolate off. Are you alright, love?” Zayne asked as he stroked your hair back from your forehead.
“Yeah, that was just, wow. I didn't know you’d be that intense or insane or demanding and—” He cut you off, taking you by the head, kissing your forehead and shushing you.
“It’s alright.” He cooed. “After the chocolate wears off, then we can talk about things like that.”
“But you asked me the question?” you asked. He did ask the question.
“What are you talking about? The chocolate got to you too, I see.” He giggled with that warm, familiar smile on his face. You ruffled his hair and just laid on his chest until either of you asked to continue.
For the meantime, you just laid there, basking in your own sweat and secretions, waiting for that chocolate to kick back in, or wear off. Either way, you both just need to accept that you need to rest.
“I just know he wants to be called sir again.” You thought as your eyes fluttered shut.
“I just know Emcee wants to be called love again.” Zayne thought as his eyes closed.
Did either of you ask to continue?
Of course you fucking did.
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Quick Note from Echo:
Thank you to the anonymous comment I got telling me about fandom etiquette, I wasn't aware of it and I'm new to posting here, so thanks! I'll update my bio when I have some more fics up here and my other platform.
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