favour
synopsis. rafayel’s love for humiliating you won over his possessiveness.
pairing. delinquent! rafayel qi x reader x delinquent! caleb xia
content/mdni. DUBCON. COERCION. fem!reader, implied uni!au, goodie-two-shoes!reader, delinquent!rafayel, dom!rafayel, bully!rafayel, mean!rafayel, manipulative!rafayel, possessive!rafayel, needy!reader, ashamed!reader, needy!caleb, switch!caleb, MANIPULATION, spanking, groping, actually a RIM JOB (f receiving), eating ass (f receiving), BUTT PLUG PLAY, CHOKING, teasing, slight praise, slight degradation, pet names (princess, good girl, sweetheart, dog), CUM PLAY, CUM EATING, CUMMING UNTOUCHED, mention of ASS CREAMPIES, mention of marathon sex, mention of anal sex, mention of semi-public/public sex, WILD.
word count. 2.4k
a/n. the only way rafayel would share… please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
you didn’t think it would come to this when rafayel joined you two weeks ago on your lonely lunch break, smiling from ear to ear like a cheshire cat. placing his hand beneath your skirt without an ounce of shame and whispering sweet nothings about a favour you ended up agreeing to.
face burning with embarrassment, panties stained with arousal.
so here you were now, in the well-known abandoned humanities building, walking towards the main room of the delinquent group, guided by rafayel’s firm hand on your lower back.
was it there for support?
or as a way to ensure you wouldn’t escape?
you rapidly came to the conclusion that it was both as your legs, slowly but surely, turned to jelly when the door opened widely before you…
…and caleb’s slouched figure greeted your hazy eyes.
he was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, half a cigarette dangling between his lips, but he perked up immediately when he heard the door. he has been oh so gracefully announced of your visit by none other than rafayel — his dear delinquent buddy.
caleb knew you were off-limits, rafayel made that clear the last time he tried to pull something with you. caleb also knew that rafayel doesn’t share his toys — and with you, he seemed awfully… enamored.
but caleb wasn’t dumb to refuse a chance to see you, to drink you in with his hungry gaze, to make you squirm with his disgusting words.
“ah, finally! i though you were planning to ditch me, raf.” he chimed the moment the door closed behind you two, instantly closing up his phone and throwing it away on an adjacent table.
“you didn’t give me reasons to, so don’t start now.” the answer was curt, vitriolic, yet caleb didn’t seem to take it at face value — he just chuckled, taking a deep puff from his cigarette, as if he wasn’t just threatened.
then he moved his attention on you.
you were still the same as the last time he saw you: wearing the standard uniform, long skirt brushing the tops of your polished shoes. the white shirt was ironed to a crisp, the buttons closed up to the base of your neck.
so proper, so modest… so fucking delicious to ruin.
“hi, sweetheart! i’ve heard you wanna talk to me. is that right, hm?”
his tone, sweet and soft, hovered across the room towards you, together with the fumes of his cigarette. the tobacco smell pinched your nose, making you grimace slightly, but his voice made your demeanor waver harder — your polite smile quivered, your throat tightened.
your hole gaped and more wetness drooled down into your panties.
“answer him, princess!” rafayel muttered from behind, hand pushing slightly against your lower back, forcing you to shorten the distance between you and caleb. “don’t be rude to him.”
“y–yes, i do.” you mustered up, flustered. you tried your best to maintain eye contact with his purple orbs, but the amethyst was too powerful, thus pushing your gaze down towards the floorboards.
“and phhh– why is that?” caleb took one last inhale from his cigarette, mid sentence, before dropping the butt on the floor and stomping it with his shoe.
“well, i–” you began, but were soon interrupted by rafayel’s hand snaking up your back and… clasping its digits around your throat.
“c’mon, princess, look him in the eyes when you talk to him.” he clicked his tongue as his fingers contracted around the base of your neck, fingertips digging nicely into your skin. “i thought i trained you better than this.”
and you, always the obedient girl, heed his words and raised your gaze from the floor — meeting a wide grin and two lust-filled violet eyes. oh, caleb was enjoying this as much as rafayel did, feeding on the submissiveness you were showcasing.
even if it wasn’t for him.
“good fucking girl, that’s more like it. now, tell caleb what you told me.”
what you told me or rather what rafayel told you to say. the little favour that dangled from his poisonous lips two weeks ago, the little thank-you plan he concocted in order to degrade you further.
to mold you into his perfect little toy.
“i–i wanted to…” you began, and you could feel rafayel’s hand tighten its grip on your throat, almost threateningly. if you didn’t hold your part of the deal, he would most likely snap. “t–thank you for helping me.”
“hm, helping you?” caleb, most likely on purpose, played dumb, tilting his head to the side and urging you to clarify your words.
“y–yes, helping me um–”
this time your cracking voice was caused by caleb himself, who decided to raise from his seat and close in on you. now, almost two steps away from your body, he was towering over you. his kind smile was never wiped from his lips, but you could sense the undenying darkness behind it.
the hidden urge to dominate you.
“m–make up with rafayel.”
“oh, that.” he leaned down, and, without a second thought, cupped your chin with his hand. you’ve expected rafayel to complain, to slap his hand away from his girl and put him back in his place.
but he didn’t.
you couldn’t see it, but rafayel’s smirk deepened, as if a silent understanding between the two activated with caleb’s initiatory touch.
“mhm, you’re welcome, sweetheart!” he aimlessly muttered back as his thumb grazed your lower lip, pulling it down so your mouth opened for him. “do i get something in return? is that why you’re here?”
ding ding ding. right on the money.
“oh, my, how did you know?” rafayel’s voice, high-pitched and powdered in faux surprise, boomed, marking the fact that the two men did, in fact, discuss this beforehand.
or at least part of it.
“just a smart guess.” tooting his own horn, of course. “tell me, sweetheart, what do i get for being sooooo nice to you?”
“oh, she’s gonna show you.” rafayel clarified, moving his hand away from your neck — at last — and returning it to your lower back. “go on, princess, thank caleb.”
now your cheeks burned a violent, humiliated shade. your legs trembled beneath the modest length of your long skirt as more cum splattered onto your undergarments.
as you were finally faced with the situation you’ve agreed to weeks ago.
rafayel positioned you just like last time, bent slightly at the waist against the edge of a table, your palms flat on the wood. but this time, behind you stood caleb, rafayel gracefully taking the position at your sides.
to walk you through it all.
“c’moooon.” rafayel sang, his voice honeyed yet tinged with lust. one hand possessively cupped your nape, while the other guided your fingers to the material of your skirt. “show him. show caleb what a good girl you are.”
you hesitated, fingers clutching your skirt, and a whine caught in your throat from discomfort. rafayel’s grip tightened — a habit recently developed when playing with you, signaling the unspoken promise of harsh consequences in case of disobedience.
“don’t be shy. he fixed us, remember? you owe him a thank you.”
so you acted.
with shaking hands, you gathered the soft fabric of your skirt and drew it slowly up your shins, past your knees, past the soft, marked skin of your thighs. you kept going until the material bunched at your lower back, exposing the swell of your ass to the smoke-filled air of the room.
“ugh–”
caleb made a harsh sound at the view, a mix between a choke and a groan.
a thong, just like he suggested last time, which was immediately dragged to your ankles by rafayel.
and between your ass cheeks, nestled snug and gleaming, was the end of a violet gem.
fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–
the butt plug’s base caught the overhead light, winking at caleb like a depraved jewel.
that was the favour: rafayel had planned this for weeks — the sizing, the stretching, the way he’d made you wear it for hours before you even knocked on caleb’s door.
the famous ass lover.
“shitttttt.” caleb breathed the curse word, almost falling to his knees at the view.
his eyes were wide, dark, utterly fixated on the sight before him. the tent in his pants grew unmistakable, straining against the fabric like never before.
his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see the primal hunger.
just like rafayel expected.
he grinned, a slow, proud curl of his mouth, as he studied caleb’s expression from the side. “look at that, princess! told you he’d appreciate it.” and with a small tap on your ass, he nudged your hip wider.
“now spread. let him really see that stretched asshole.”
you wanted to die. you wanted to sink through the floor.
you wanted caleb to close in and touch you until you passed out.
ah, it was all so confusing.
but not for your body. your body obeyed rafayel like it always did, like it had been trained to do. you fastly reached back with your two hands, gripped your own cheeks, and pulled them apart.
“a–ah…”
the plug shifted inside you from the pull, and you couldn’t help the thin, broken moan that escaped.
and neither could caleb.
“oh, sweetheart.”
the violet gem sat flush against your rim, gleaming obscenely. inviting caleb to come closer and take it as prize.
but would rafayel allow it? would he–
“touch it.” he encouraged suddenly, voice syrupy, as if caleb’s prayers have been heard. “go on. she likes it when you play with the base. don’t you, princess?”
“mhmm…”
“you want caleb to play with your cute butt plug, hmm?”
you nodded frantically, whines webbing your mouth, because yes — gods help you — you did want it.
caleb’s fingers, calloused and warm, much thicker than rafayel’s, brushed against the cool stone. and, without further invitations, he pressed ever so slightly.
and you cried out, your back arching against the table.
the plug pushed deeper, and then pulled back, and again and again and again. caleb was moving it restlessly as he finally grasped the flimsy base between his fingers. admiring the way the metal was swallowed by your hole — the rim following the movement, expanding and contracting across the descending width of the plug.
“you’re so fucking hot, goddamn.” caleb whispered, fascinated, rock hard from pushing and pulling at your plug.
and when he decided to twist the gem, moving the metal inside you like a screw, you saw stars.
whine after whine spilled from your lips, higher and more desperate than the previous one.
rafayel watched it all proudly, teasingly brushing his hand against his own growing cock. he was hard too, so so turned on by his pathetic girl, but his pleasure wasn’t important right now.
it was this — the sight of you, the perfect girl, reduced to a whimpering mess for his amusement. and caleb, stupid caleb, was just a tool for rafayel to live out his fantasies.
“pull it out, caleb.” rafayel said, stroking your hair with false tenderness. “you didn’t think this was all, did you?” he turned your head by the chin, forcing your aroused face towards caleb. needing you to see him lose composure fully at the reveal.
“a gift always comes nicely packaged.”
what could he possibly mean– oh.
“no fucking way.” was all caleb said as he completely removed the plug, letting it fall to the ground as a white, sticky substance bubbled from your hole. “is that–?”
“you’re actually dumb if you believe i’d let you take her asshole first.” rafayel partially answered the question, confirming indirectly that you were, indeed, plugged up with his cum inside your ass.
and to clarify it even further, to solidify his point that caleb has you only under rafayel’s terms… he smacked your cheek, causing more of his semen to ooze down to your soaked, neglected cunt.
“clean up my girl for me, will you?”
you watched and waited, half expecting caleb to burst from rafayel’s behaviour and start a fight, half hoping he’d eat you out and make you see stars.
caleb did not disappoint.
with a desire you’ve only read in books, caleb gripped your ass cheeks with his hands, spread you wide, and nestled his face between them. sparing no extra minutes in devouring your cum-filled hole with his wet tongue.
“oh my godddd.” you exhaled as he licked and sucked, dipping his tongue inside and scooping more of rafayel’s cum for his hungry mouth. “ah, ah– c–caleb.”
“is he doing good, princess? is he eating that pretty asshole like a needy dog?”
“nghhh– y–yes, yeshh.”
and he truly was, lapping at your hole like his life depends on it. like he hasn’t eaten in ages.
“there’s so much cum inside her…” rafayel decided to give a backstory, yet it was barely audible through the wet noises of caleb’s mouth and the moans from your lips. “ah, i think we did it between classes like– four times, was it, princess?”
but you couldn’t answer, not when caleb’s fingers were digging holes into your skin from his powerful clutch, not when your hole was gaping around his wet muscle.
getting drenched with caleb’s saliva and rafayel’s emerging cum.
“aw, is that–? caaaaleb, are you gonna cum in your pants from eating my sloppy seconds?”
no verbal answer from caleb, but rafayel could see the way his hips were restless, humping the air with every slurp of your asshole.
“let’s help him, yeah? thank caleb as he cums, princess!”
your lips parted immediately at the order. your voice came out wrecked, barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for caleb to hear. “th–nk yo–, cal–b.”
his hips jerked involuntarily one last time, and through his pants you could see the unmistakable dark spot spreading at the tip.
fuck, he really came untouched in a few minutes — from your humiliation, from the way you trembled so beautifully for him.
from the way your used asshole tasted on his tongue.
“shit, sweetheart.” caleb rasped as he finally released your ass with an wet pop, hands flying away and allowing your cheeks to smush back together. his lower face was soaked in cum and saliva, yet he managed to speak out.
wishing to praise. “you’re–”
“mine.” rafayel finished for him, a sharp reminder that what happened today was thanks to his generosity.
he absentmindedly caressed your face with his soft fingers, dipping into your hair and tracing around your scalp. you, drunk on lust, immediately nuzzled into him. confirming silently the identity of your owner.
and with that, rafayel looked at caleb over the shoulder, dark amusement in every line of his face.
“you’re welcome, caleb.”
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