men who are so cocky about their dick game. he tells his friends he can fuck whoever he wants, whenever he wants and they'd be all over him for another round! no statement can be proven true without at least one example, so they make a bet—you. all he has to do is get you to admit you’d do almost anything for another fuck, and he had whatever rights he wants for a month.
and it’s fairly easy to coerce you into his bed; he’s not even upset either. your voice is silty and your moves as you dance are oh-so-sexy, even without the bet he probably would’ve tried to find a way to get in your pants regardless of the reason.
but he’s awestruck at how amazing you feel, groaning a deep fuuuck as he slides into you. is pussy supposed to feel this good? he’s practically losing his mind over here. your smaller hand is gripping his bicep as he bottoms out, pretty lashes barely cracking open as you meet his eyes. you’re so fucking gorgeous that he could cum from the sight alone, but he’s on a mission… that he actually forgot.
because you’re going a stupid amount of rounds that night; him bending you into all forms and positions so he can fuck you just right. you’re more than accommodating, sickly sweet in the way you fuck back and he swears he’s found his match made in heaven.
even when you try to leave after a couple of hours, he’s pressing his chest to your back, rough fingers dancing dangerously close to your sore clit as you attempt to pull your skirt back up. you should be going, you really should. but his breath is just so hot against your neck and his fingers are already sliding past your ruined underwear—come on, are you actually supposed to say no?
and he ends up catching you in some random convenience store two days later, nudging you slightly to get your attention. it’s completely shameless how he describes how much he’s been thinking about you, he needs those sweet lips wrapped around his cock again. wait, shouldn’t this be the other way round?
he guesses he can bend the story just a teensy bit to his guys in a couple of days because you’re the one who abandoned your somewhat full shopping cart to let him press you against the bathroom wall. his hand is pressed hard over your mouth as he fills you up with his thick length again, biting back another groan as you squeeze around him. fuck the bet honestly, he just wants you.
pairing: fem! reader x boyfriend danheng + best friend caelus
genre/word count: smut! | 2.8k
warnings: mature themes mdni! voyuerism! unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, edging, orgasm denial. danheng is mean and degrading to caelus and a little to reader.
a/n: my first hsr fic! kinda nervous but i liked how this turned out. danheng was my first main in the game so it only felt right to start with him. i hope you enjoy and i def have more ideas for hsr fics in the future.
the astral express had always been a place where people found their way to one another. for you, it had become home. somewhere between the countless worlds you visited, the battles you fought, and the quiet nights spent watching the stars drift past the windows of the express, you had found something you never expected to have — a family.
and danheng. somewhere along the way, danheng had become more than just a member of the crew. he had become the person you searched for without thinking. the person you wanted beside you after every mission. the one whose quiet presence never felt distant, only comforting. your relationship with him had never been something rushed. it had grown slowly, naturally — built from countless small moments that neither of you had expected to matter so much.
danheng was never someone who expressed his feelings loudly. he showed them differently. the way he always noticed when you were tired before you admitted it. the way he remembered every small detail you casually mentioned. the way his usually unreadable expression softened whenever he looked at you. you knew him. and you knew that beneath all his restraint was someone who cared for and loved you deeply.
everyone on the express knew it — though some weren't the most accepting of it. caelus had been your closest friend since the beginning. someone you could bother without feeling guilty. the one you could tease endlessly because you knew he would always tease you back. you could steal his food, complain about the smallest things, make terrible jokes, or throw yourself onto the couch beside him without a second thought.
because caelus was your best friend. and you never questioned anything beyond that. you never noticed the way his expression changed when you weren’t looking. you never noticed how carefully he paid attention to you — the things that made you happy. the things that bothered you. the little habits you had that you didn’t even realize existed.
you never noticed that every playful touch, every teasing comment, every moment of affection you gave him so easily meant something entirely different to him. to you, it was harmless. but to caelus, it was something he treasured and something he had to learn not to hope for.
because he had loved you long before you and danheng became something more. and he had accepted a long time ago that there was nothing he could do about it. danheng was his friend. someone he trusted. but more than that, he was someone he respected. who had fought beside him and stood with him through everything. caelus would never try to take you away from him. especially not when you looked so happy. so he stayed quiet. he kept joking. he kept being the same guy you had always known. and most days, he managed to convince himself that being your best friend was enough. almost.
the problem was that sometimes he forgot to prepare himself. like the first time he walked into the lounge and found you curled up against danheng's side, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you read together. caelus stopped in the doorway.
only for a moment. only long enough for danheng to notice. his eyes lifted from the book, immediately catching the brief flicker of emotion on caelus’s face before it disappeared.
"caelus."
you looked over with a smile, "oh, come sit with us."
you said it so naturally. so easily. and caelus hated that you had no idea what those words meant to him.
he quickly shook his head, forcing his usual grin into place.
"nah, i was just looking for something."
after that, it became a pattern. caelus always seemed to have terrible timing. a door opening at the wrong moment. a room entered without warning. a quiet moment between you and your boyfriend interrupted by your best friend immediately making some excuse and disappearing again.
at first, danheng didn’t think much of it. caelus was unpredictable at times. that was normal. but eventually, he began to notice patterns. danheng had always been observant. and eventually, he realized something was wrong. not because he was jealous. not because he doubted you. but because he understood the look of longing on his face.
and neither of them knew that you — the person at the center of it all — had no idea any of this was happening. not until that night.
you're straddling danheng's hips on his narrow bed, the soft hum of the express filling the quiet between your shared breaths. his hands grip your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you sink down onto his cock again and again. the stretch feels perfect every time, your pussy clenching around him while his thumbs stroke lazy circles over your skin.
the door is cracked open just enough for a sliver of hallway light to cut across the floor. you don't notice. your focus stays on the way danheng's eyes darken when you roll your hips, how his breath hitches when you lean forward and press your chest to his. he kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours, and you moan into his mouth without thinking about volume.
"fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs against your lips, voice low and rough. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing as he thrusts up to meet you. the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by your soft gasps every time he hits that spot inside you.
you ride him faster, his voice spurring you on. danheng had never been super vocal during sex. he especially wasn't one to swear. danheng’s gaze flicks toward the door for a split second—barely a glance, but you’re too lost in the rhythm to catch it. his jaw tightens, yet he doesn’t stop. instead he pulls you down harder, one hand moving between your bodies to rub your clit with steady circles.
"danheng—ah, right there," you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders. your thighs tremble as pleasure coils tighter. he watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded, and you can feel him throbbing inside you. the knowledge that he's close only pushes you further.
outside the door, footsteps pause. you never hear them. danheng does. his fingers press a little firmer against your clit, and he angles his hips to grind deeper, almost like he’s daring the moment to stretch. you whimper and clench around him, orgasm crashing through you in hot waves. your walls pulse, milking his cock as you ride out the high with shaky breaths.
he follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you with a low groan. his hands hold you steady while you both come down, foreheads pressed together. sweat clings to your skin, and you nuzzle against his neck, completely unaware of anything beyond the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.
danheng's eyes stay on the cracked door a moment longer before he pulls you close, lips brushing your temple. "stay like this a little longer," he whispers, voice calm but carrying something heavier beneath it. you nod, content, still oblivious to the tension lingering just beyond the threshold.
you're still catching your breath when danheng shifts beneath you, his hand sliding up your back in a slow, possessive stroke. the room smells like sex and sweat, your thighs sticky where they rest against his hips. he stays inside you for a long moment, cock softening but still thick, before he finally pulls out with a wet sound that makes you shiver.
he doesn't let you roll away. instead he keeps you on top of him, one arm locked around your waist while the other reaches for the blanket at the edge of the bed. you're about to ask why when the door clicks open behind you.
your head snaps up to find caelus standing there. his eyes are wide, cheeks flushed dark, but he doesn't look away from the sight of you naked and straddling danheng's lap. and danheng's voice is low and calm when he speaks.
"close the door all the way. lock it."
caelus obeys without a word. the click of the lock sounds loud in the quiet room. danheng's fingers tighten on your hip, keeping you in place even as you feel heat rush to your face.
danheng says against your ear, voice steady. "he wants to watch. nothing more unless you or i say so."
your pulse hammers. caelus stands frozen near the door, breathing uneven, the front of his pants already tented. danheng's hand moves between your legs, two fingers sliding through the mess he left inside you and spreading it over your swollen clit in slow circles.
"stay like this," he murmurs. "let him see."
you feel exposed in a way that makes your stomach flip, but you don't move off him. danheng's cock twitches against your thigh, already starting to harden again. caelus takes one hesitant step closer, then another, until he's standing at the foot of the bed. his gaze drops to where danheng's fingers start working you open, slick and shiny.
danheng's free hand cups your breast, thumb brushing your nipple. "you can touch yourself if you want," he tells caelus without looking at him. "but you don't cum until she does."
caelus swallows hard not saying a word, as his hand drops to his own cock through his pants, squeezing once. you can't look away from the way his throat moves when he swallows again. danheng's fingers press inside you, curling, and your hips jerk forward on instinct.
"that’s it," danheng breathes. "let him watch how you take it."
he moves your bodies so you sit with your back to his chest, legs spread wide open on display. his fingers move continuously, brutally and his other hand continuously palms your breast, lightly twisting your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.
"pathetic,” he muttered. "you've been watching us for who knows how long, haven't you? probably jerking off in the hallway like some desperate little pervert. and she still doesn't have a clue."
you gasped at his words, hips twitching, and danheng's attention shifted to you, his tone softening just slightly but still laced with that teasing edge.
"you really are oblivious, aren't you? flirting with everyone, leaning in close, laughing at his jokes…and the whole time he's been hard for you. probably came in his pants more than once just thinking about this."
caelus's hand gripping himself tightly now rubbing furiously, but danheng's next words stopped him cold.
"slow. remember what i said, if you finish i’ll make you watch us fuck again and again until you’re crying."
every time your breathing picked up, every time your walls started to flutter around him, he eased off—slowing, pulling back just enough to keep you hovering on the edge.
"she's dripping all over my hand." he told caelus, voice dripping with mockery. "maybe if you'd grown a spine she'd be riding your cock instead of mine."
he pressed a third finger in, stretching you, and you moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. danheng chuckled darkly.
"needy little thing. you like knowing he's watching? like knowing he's sitting there with his cock in his hand, aching, just because i told him he could?"
caelus's breathing was ragged, his strokes slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the way danheng's fingers disappeared inside you again and again. every time you got close, danheng would stop, leaving you whining and squirming, your orgasm slipping away.
"beg for it," danheng murmured against your ear, loud enough for caelus to hear. "or maybe i should let him help. would you like that? let the poor guy touch you?"
he looked over at caelus, eyes cold and sharp. "you want to help her? get over here. but you still don't get to finish until she does. and if you do, i'll make you lick every drop of my cum out of her while you sit there untouched."
caelus was already moving before the words fully registered, dropping to his knees beside the bed, one trembling hand reaching out toward you. danheng's palm stayed glued to your hip, thumb stroking slow circles over the skin as he leaned back just enough to give caelus room. his fingers trembled when they first touched you, but danheng's low voice cut through the hesitation.
"two fingers. curl them. don't you dare rush."
caelus obeyed, sliding into your slick heat with a shaky exhale. danheng's hand never left you—every time your breathing hitched, his grip tightened, anchoring you to the bed.
"slow down," he ordered when caelus's pace quickened, growing impatient. "she's not yours to make cum. you're just borrowing her."
caelus's cheeks burned, but he obeyed, dragging his fingers out until only the tips remained inside before pushing back in, agonizingly measured. danheng's free hand drifted up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down to look at your friends fingers going in and out of you, while his other hand stayed firm draped across your waist.
danheng murmured against your ear, voice dripping with mockery aimed at caelus. "he's shaking just from touching what's mine"
caelus's cock twitched visibly in his fist. he really was pathetic...for you.
as caelus's thumb found the swollen bud, rubbing in tight, wet circles, danheng's hand never left your body—the possessive touch grounded you even as pleasure built, sharp and relentless.
suddenly he pulled caelus's hand away abruptly, leaving you empty and whining.
"beg," he ordered, voice soft but commanding. "tell him whose fingers you want. tell him who you belong to."
caelus watched with desperate, hungry eyes, waiting for permission to touch again. your voice cracks as you beg, hips twitching violently under danheng's unmoving hand. "please—danheng, i want you, but i want to help him too. let me touch him while you fuck me. please."
danheng's low chuckle vibrates against your ear. "look at you," he murmurs, almost fond, "my sweet little angel trying to take care of everyone. so generous."
he moves, slightly shoving caelus out of the way to line himself up and push his cock back inside you in one slow, thick thrust. the stretch punches a moan out of you. his hand presses down harder on the buldge in your tummy, feeling every inch as he sinks to the hilt.
"keep your word," he tells caelus, voice turning sharp again. "kneel right there. let her jerk you off while i fuck what's mine."
caelus scrambles closer on shaky knees, cock flushed and leaking. the second your fingers wrap around him he jerks, a broken sound escaping his throat. danheng's hand anchors you as he starts to thrust, deep and measured. every time his hips snap forward, his palm presses down, making you feel how full you are.
"that's it," danheng coos, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "such a good girl, stroking him nice and slow while i ruin you." his free hand slides up to your breast again, pinching your nipple in time with his thrusts. "go on, angel. make him feel good. just remember what we agreed."
caelus's cock twitches in your fist, pre-cum slicking your fingers as you stroke him. danheng's rhythm stays steady, possessive, hips rolling so every thrust grinds against that spot inside you that makes your walls flutter
danheng leans down, teeth grazing your shoulder. "cum for me," he growls, pace picking up just enough to push you over. "cum on my cock while you jerk him off, and maybe i'll let him finish too." his hand stays firm, pressing you down into the mattress as your orgasm crashes through you, walls pulsing around him. caelus's cock throbs in your grip, but he doesn't dare come—not until danheng gives the word.
"go ahead" he huffs out slowing his thrusts as his hips begin to stall in you.
danheng's breath shudders against your ear as his hips finally still, cock buried to the hilt while thick pulses of cum flood your cunt. every throb forces another wet spurt deeper, and he keeps you pinned, making sure none of it leaks out around his shaft.
caelus is already trembling, head cracking against the wall when your fist twists once more around his twitching cock. the first rope of cum paints your knuckles white. the rest follow in heavy, messy arcs that drip down your wrist. he whines, high and broken, hips jerking helplessly as overstimulation sets in, yet your grip doesn't let go.
your eyes flutter open just in time to catch the wrecked look on his face—mouth slack, lashes wet, cheeks burning—and the involuntary squeeze of your pussy around danheng's spent cock draws a low growl from him. he slams his mouth over yours, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in like he needs to claim every sound you make. when he finally pulls back, his lips drag down to your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.
"look at him," danheng rasps against the fresh mark, voice rough. "look at the mess you made of your best friend. but that mark on your neck? that's mine. don’t forget it."
your palm cups his cheek, thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw. "be nice…for me," you whisper. then you turn, meeting caelus's glassy stare. sweat glistens at his hairline, his chest heaves with every shaky breath. something shifts behind your ribs—fondness, heat, a new kind of hunger—and you rest your forehead against his shoulder.
"i think… our friendship just changed into something else entirely."
[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader
Contains: Light Phainon story spoilers, but nothing specifically stated. Both the reader and character are virgins.
Accidents during sex headcanons - Alhaitham, Wanderer + Varka
[ masterlist ]
A bit of a sister fic. I enjoyed writing this "mature but not explicit" style, so while I still have the energy, I'm going to try to write as much as I can.
— ☆ Dan Heng
“How far do you want to go?”
It’s more diplomatic than you expected the night to go. You’re both dressed down in your sleeping clothes, just a loose shirt and shorts, sitting across from each other on Dan Heng’s "bed". He sits cross-legged, arms loosely folded against his chest. At first glance, he looks calm, but the tension in his body says otherwise: his grip on his arm is so tight that his knuckles have gone white, and he refuses to look at you anywhere below the neck. Compared to the firm line of his expression, your own smile wobbles, nerves spilling out as your eyes flick to him, then away, then back again. You’re kneeling in front of him with your hands clasped awkwardly in your lap, unsure what to do with yourself. Your heart is pounding so loudly, you’re certain he can hear it with his vidyadhara senses.
Still, he looks good in this lighting. The soft sea-blue glow from the floor casts gentle shadows across his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw and catching on the strands of hair falling forward. He’s far too pretty for his own good.
“I don’t want to… assume anything,” he clears his throat, his index finger tapping nervously against his arm, “If this isn’t what you want-”
“No, I do. I very much do,” the words tumble out before you can stop them, and you immediately want to curl up and disappear. Heat floods your face so fast it feels like steam could pour out of your ears. You hunch in on yourself, staring a hole into the floorboards, wishing the bed would swallow you up. Totally normal. Totally justified. A perfectly reasonable reaction.
Dan Heng blinks at you, startled, before the faintest smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. His shoulders ease, just slightly, but enough for you to notice the strain in his muscles starting to slip away. He ducks his head, dark hair falling forward into his face, and at last his restless finger stills against his arm.
“Um… how far do you want to go?” you deflect, your voice quieter now. The moment the words leave your mouth, you see the pinch in his brows, and your stomach sinks. That look usually means you’ve said something spectacularly stupid, like that one time you asked if he lays eggs now that he’s more in tune with his Vidyadhara side.
“Well…” his expression softens, though there’s a moment of hesitation in the way his eyes dart toward you and back again, “I’d like to at least kiss you… if that’s okay.”
Ah. Seriously. What a gentleman. The tips of his ears are pink as he worries at his lower lip, teeth catching on the skin before his tongue slips out to wet it.
“Mm… that’s okay with me,” the words come out softer than you intended. Your lips part, and before you realize it, you’re licking them too. You crawl forward until your knees bump lightly against his, the small contact sending a jolt through you. Your gaze lifts up, meeting the deep teal of his eyes for only a heartbeat before you both look away again. The silence stretches, heavier now, each of you waiting for the other to make the first move.
Should you just go for it?
Yeah. You should just go for it.
“Ack!” you bump your forehead against his. The dull thunk is loud enough to make both of you wince. Dan Heng reacts instantly, his hands coming up to cup your face. His palms are cool, thumbs brushing lightly across the spot to soothe the sting. He leans down, blowing softly over your skin already turning red.
“Sorry! I didn’t think you’d move so fast,” he says, fumbling a little as he tries to steady you. His hands remain on your cheeks, gentle yet firm, and their weight makes you hyper-aware of just how close the two of you are. His thumbs keep moving in small, unconscious circles, even when your skin returns to its natural colour. You shyly reach over, inching closer on the bed until your hands brush against the fabric of his shorts. He flinches at the contact just slightly but doesn’t pull away.
“Can I… kiss you?” his voice cracks slightly, and he swallows hesitantly. You nod a little too quickly. His shoulders relax just enough, and a small, relieved smile tugs at his lips. Slowly, carefully, he tilts his head and leans in. You stay still, letting him guide the moment. His lips brush yours, soft and tentative, testing the waters. Your fingers dig lightly into the fabric of his shirt, a silent anchor as your heart races. He tastes faintly of tea, and the warmth of his breath brushes your cheek. It's nice, your first kiss. You're glad Dan Heng was the one to give it to you. When he pulls back just enough to look at you, there's no crease in his eyebrow anymore.
“Was that okay?” he asks quietly.
“…Yeah,” you breathe, leaning in again. Your hands drift to his thighs, fingertips brushing over the hidden scales, and you press closer without breaking contact.
His lips find yours again, more confident this time. One hand slides from your cheek to the side of your neck, fingers pressing lightly, steadying without holding. You follow his lead, letting your hand trace from his knee up to his arm, feeling the firm muscle under your fingertips. He tilts his head again, deepening the kiss just enough that your lips and tongues meet briefly, teasing, careful. You inhale sharply, not from surprise but because it steals your breath. His forehead presses lightly against yours, and you feel the subtle heat radiating from him.
You pause, just for a second, letting the closeness linger. Your noses brush. His eyes are half-lidded as he studies your face, giving you the tiniest smile, and you realize how natural this feels despite the nerves.
“Sorry,” you whisper, though you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s because you’re shaking, maybe because you’re leaning so heavily against him.
He shakes his head, brushing his nose gently against yours, “Don’t be.”
A soft laugh escapes both of you, quiet enough that it feels like only the two of you exist in the galaxy.
“So…” His hands slide down to rest on his lap, but one pinky stretches out until it hooks against yours. His eyes meet yours again, only this time with lighter eyes, “How far do you want to go?”
— ☆ Phainon
"Aren’t you a bit too calm? I thought you were a virgin. I knew that innocent puppy-dog look was fake."
"Well, it got you here, didn’t it?" Phainon laughs, shrugging out of his heavy coat and tossing it onto the back of a chair. He pulls at the layers beneath, shaking his head as he works free from buckles and belts. Lady Aglaea’s taste in elaborate outfits might suit him in public, but in moments like this, it’s kind of a mood killer. "And if your definition of a virgin is strictly someone who’s never had sex in their lifetime, then yes, I am one. The night’s barely started, and already you’re entertaining such scandalous thoughts."
"Oh, wow. Should we recite scripture about the Titans while we’re here? Maybe do it with Chrysos’ heir’s name in vain?" you shoot back, grumbling as you tug your shirt over your head and throw it into the far corner of his room, too forcefully, but you don’t go chasing it.
To be fair, you are being a bit of an ass. But how could you not? The status between you and Phainon is so unbalanced, it makes you feel more like a prostitute than his very normal, very civilian, very boring friend. Tack on the fact that the most intimate thing you’ve ever shared with another person was the communal baths, and it’s no wonder you feel out of your depth now. Still, your eyes betray you. They trace the lines of his back, the stretch of muscle shifting under pale skin as he strips down before retreating to some random spot on the sheets. For all your huffing and puffing, you can't do any better. He, on the other hand, could have anyone, and if the whispers in the baths are even half true, there are plenty of willing bodies who would fight tooth and nail to be in your position.
It’s still not too late. You could back out, make up some excuse about forgetting something important on the other side of town. Phainon would let you go. He’s kind like that. He would even pretend to believe you.
"Hey." His voice cuts through your thoughts, softer now. He's suddenly in front of you, his fingertip brushes your lip, coaxing it free from between your teeth, "You’re going to leave a mark if you keep doing that."
His touch doesn’t leave right away, resting against your mouth longer than it needs to, the pad of his thumb brushing lightly as if testing how soft your skin feels. Even when he moves, it isn’t to pull away but to cradle your chin, coaxing your gaze back to his. His smile wavers between playful and earnest, the kind of expression that makes it hard to tell if he’s teasing you or just trying to ease his nerves.
"What’s with that? I thought Mydei was supposed to be the smooth one," You try for a jab, but the words come out weaker than intended. You look away, embarrassed under that bright smile of his, "Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You don’t need to lie just to make me feel better."
"I’m nervous too, you know," His voice dips quieter. He takes your hand, guiding it firmly to his chest where his heartbeat drums against your palm. It’s faster than you expected. You press lightly, just to feel the rhythm quicken under your touch closer, and the realization makes your own pulse stumble. His hand slides up, cradling yours carefully as he lifts it to his face. He presses your palm against his cheek, the curve of it fitting almost naturally. His skin is warm, softer than you imagined, and his lashes lower as he leans into the contact like a cat, as if grounding himself in you. His breath ghosts across your knuckles, warm and steady, carrying the faintest tremor he tries to hide.
"I want the first time to always be special," he says, his tone threaded with sincerity that leaves no room for doubt. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, a small, absentminded stroke that feels more of a promise, "For both of us."
The weight of his words makes you falter. Is this really the same Phainon who had almost jokingly suggested you both “get out of here and have some real fun,” only to go bright red when you called his bluff? The memory flickers through your mind, the way he’d tried to wave it off with a laugh, hiding behind bravado he couldn’t quite carry. Now, there’s none of that shallow posturing. He’s close enough that you can see the faint pink still clinging to the tips of his ears, but his eyes are just as intense when he's facing down an enemy. A tinge of feral excitement that he can't show to the public lest they think he's a barbarian rather than their snow-white prince. Did he somehow swap places with someone while changing clothes?
"…I can’t guarantee anything on both ends," you whisper. The sudden mood change makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. Phainon shakes his head, lips quirking with that stubborn faith of his. He presses a kiss into your palm, soft and lingering, then tips his head forward so that his hair brushes against your fingers. White strands spill through them as if he’s inviting you to hold onto him. You swallow, your hand trembling slightly against his cheek. He doesn’t move away. Instead, he turns his head to press a kiss against your finger tips. His other hand hovers uncertainly near your waist before finally settling there, light and cautious, giving you every chance to pull away.
"Trust me," he murmurs, voice low enough that you don't hear him, "You already have."
— ☆ Caelus
“Do you need some help with that?"
Your hands are loosely laced together between your knees as you sit on the edge of the bed, watching Caelus do battle with his own shirt. It's endearing how...excited? Excited. It's endearing how excited he is about the whole thing, though the execution leaves a lot to be desired. Currently, his head is stuck halfway through the collar, arms pinned awkwardly above his head. He makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whine, hopping on one foot as his pants start to slip down his legs.
“Yes...” he mumbles into the fabric, voice muffled. He tries to straighten but ends up folding sideways, toppling onto the mattress with a soft thunk. His legs kick weakly, one sock flying off in the process. You finally lose it, laughter spilling out as you get up to rescue him. Tugging the shirt over his head takes more effort than it should since he’s somehow gotten tangled in the sleeves like a trapped bird. When you finally pull it free, his hair sticks up in three different directions, static clinging to his forehead.
“Nailed it,” he blinks at you, sheepish, cheeks flushed pink, his hands lingering briefly on the waistband of his shorts as if unsure whether to fidget or stay still.
“Uh-huh,” you say, holding back another laugh as you toss the offending shirt into the corner, watching it hit the floor with a soft thump and slide a little against the wall, “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Clothes? Every day if you haven't noticed,” he grins, a little lopsided, but you can practically feel the nervous energy behind the smile. You roll your eyes, reaching over to push his bangs back down, your fingers brushing lightly across his forehead. He blows softly at his hair, but leans into your touch without hesitation, tilting his head just enough to make it easier. You notice the way his eyes briefly glance down to your hands on him, then back up, silently assessing your confidence.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, voice teasing but quieter now, carrying a softness that makes your chest tighten. His sits up, bumping your shoulder as he adjusts his posture, a small, almost imperceptible touch that makes your heart beat slowly.
“Hm, not as much as I thought I would be,” you shrug, leaning back slightly on your hands and feeling the spring of the mattress beneath you. You glance at his face again, noticing how his grin falters for a moment, and you rush to explain yourself, “I don’t know, maybe because it’s with you I don’t feel as nervous.”
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing playfully, clearly turning your words over in his mind. You feel the heaviness of his gaze crawling across your skin, and your hands tighten slightly where they press against the bed, balancing between casual and intentional. You bite your lip to keep from laughing again at how tense you both are, feeling your pulse speed up with every small, careful movement.
“…What’s that supposed to mean?” His cheeks puff out like he’s holding his breath, clearly fishing for something to complain about and stall for time.
“It means I feel comfortable with you, dummy. Plus, after everything we’ve been through, this doesn’t even rank top three most daunting things,” You snort, reaching out to jab a finger against his cheek. He lets out a dramatic pfft, finally exhaling. You're both quiet again, not sure what to say. Caelus hesitates for a moment, then slowly crawls closer, knees brushing against yours until your faces are just short of touching. Your breaths mingle, and the faint scent of his hair that's been freshly washed fills your senses. He tilts just a little closer, his nose brushing against yours lightly. He must have learned that in Belobog, a nose kiss. You catch the faintest tremble in his lips, parting as if he wants to say something, then close again, unsure.
“Guess that makes us both pretty calm then,” he whispers finally, ears tinged pink. His eyes move up to yours and back down, measuring your reaction. You feel the warmth radiating from him, the slight tremor of nerves under the surface, and you can’t help but smile softly. You reach out and let your hand hover over his, just barely brushing against his, a tiny gesture that says more than words could.
“…What if I suck at it?” he blurts out. You blink, caught off guard by how genuine he sounds. For once, no dramatics, just Caelus looking at you, eyes wide and so so anxious. A laugh slips out before you can stop it.
“For some reason, I highly doubt that,” you say, poking his side gently. He jerks away with a startled noise, a pink tinge rising to his cheeks, “I’ve seen you become a successful business manager, a bartender, and who knows what else whenever you go off on your side quests. Pretty sure you can handle this.”
He squints at you, a pout on his lips, “…That’s not really the same thing.”
“Doesn’t matter,” you counter, leaning in until his entire field of view is just you so he can't escape, “You don’t half-ass anything. And if you do…then we can swallow together.”
Caelus stares at you for a beat, his mouth slightly open, like his brain is trying to reboot after that one. Then he groans, flopping backward dramatically onto the bed, hands covering his face. His legs kick out a little as he wiggles, half laughing, half groaning, “And people think I'm the lucky one.”
pairings. dan heng, caelus, sampo, welt yang, gepard, blade, jing yuan, luocha x gn!reader
a/n: i miss getting silly little reuqests like this . send me requests guys (if u snet a req b4 its not in the swag askbox anym sighhh), reupload from old blog!!
warnings:oh no SEX AND NSFW AAAHHH, breeding kink caelus, jing yuan, and blade, bc yes!!. kinda bdsm w blade, praise kink w jing yuan, degrading kink w blade, kinda sadist sampo, belly bulge 👍👍, fingering BUT NOT IMPLIED FEM READER 🤬🤬
dan heng is more than happy to be yours, legally, and to be the man to put a ring on your finger. has waited his whole life for this moment, to see you walk down the aisle and everything. and nothing more than finally carrying you in his arms to the bedroom of your newly built house. but having your hands pinned to the bedframe, as his cock is so brutally penetrating your hole, and he can't help but praise you for being such a good pet and taking all of him in you. the endless thrusts you felt that kept coming, and your hole so easy to work himself in and out from all the cum from the rounds that happened hours ago, it felt so endless in your mind, but dan heng couldn't help but indulge himself into you, because you're finally his, and he's finally yours. more under the cut.
caelus thought he was foreign to this kind of stuff, like no one would ever would love him like that back. but he's here now, and you are too. picks you up bridal style on the way up stairs, ripping your wedding dress off. (not rly, just takes it off you, but lets just say he did) all he wants is to literally fill your precious hole up with his seed :(( can't help but go another round, because his stamina was just too much for you to handle, but all it did was turn him on more! the way his cock made such a cute mark on your tummy.. he couldn't help but cum at the sight of how your poor hole will remember the shape of his cock, and his alone.
sampo..? i'm surprised someone actually married him, anyways! kind of rough with it honestly, still type of guy to just ravage himself in you. taking his sweet time, especially when you were so close.<3 your expression, and the way you were just whimpering, and begging for him to just harshly thrust into you to finish it up. all he could say was "i wanna make this night extra memorable for you, and me~!", wants to be begging for his cock to just shoot his warm seed into you already.
welt yang.. all i gotta say is that he's overjoyed, over the moon that he got married to someone as amazing, stunning, to be his world, his everything, the person he'd start a family with. but before all of that, ever since you both started your relationship, he promised himself, that on the night of your marriage, that's when he'd give you the time of your life. a time where you'll always remember. remember the way his huge cock would just be so rough with you aa, just wants you to get every drop of his cum till your belly bulge that he put inside you is so full of his seed, or that your hole will always remember the shape of his dick muahahahshhdkfjvi
gepard my man! already planned it out, knows exactly how the night will go, maybe.. but whatever happens tonight will be according to a plan. probably saved his virginity for this moment, he.. he's tried reading about it, just lets the night go as it is... i guess.. but dear god he really did not hold back, as soon as you gave the go sin that he could go as rough as he wanted, bro wouldn't hesitate AT ALL. just wants to see you so full of his cum it hurts mfmfjfjfjfn. he's jerked off to this moment before too, and the way you just take all of him in, he loves ot so muchh! will breed you like crazy, no joke, even if you're a guy, bro will say he's gonna get you pregnant. anyways, he'll be soft and gentle w u in bed if you want, but if u ever say to go faster, good luck in that wheelchair next day ‼️‼️
blade?!? getting married?!? damn!! very rough, lowkey forgets about you when he's at his climax. but he didn't really plan for it, just let the night play out. oh i have to say this but silver wolf is the flowergirl, kafka is maid of honor, and nanook walks him down the aile. anyways, bro doesn't hesitate to just absolutely breed you, be honest cause i know this man wants kids. and you will have them, don't give a fuck if you a man, he will breed yo ass. licks up the excess seed that didn't, or couldn't fit in your hole that was already so full of his seed. thank you 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️
jing yuan!! oo he is probably the same as gepard, will plan it out, but probably won't go to plan at all. and probably has read smutty books too, just in case. and wow that really helped because just as long as you ask bro to go faster, he will non stop breed you 'till you have like 3 generations of heirs for him. jokes aside, but he would breed you so bad. just needs to see your hole so full of him that it's too much, and won't fit anymore! probably makes you sit on his face once or thrice after all those rounds of pounding you too ;3
luocha.. hmm, if you think about it really hard, lowkey dislikes the idea of sex at the wedding night, but we do not think about it really hard, he does it anyway!! he is the type to know all your spots, all the right places to make you cream on his cock over and over again, cuz bro is a doctor. and would finger you like crazy while making out before the actual intimacy. bro is so careful with you like you are as fragile as glass. his kink is just your whole body. everything about you, your curves, your thighs, your neck, he wants everything, and thats why he'd do it on the wedding night of his!!!
for america i say for AMERICA!!!! (i dont live in the us anym)
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Your brain was melting from the intense pleasure. The slamming of the headboard against the wall accompanied each thrust of Caelus, his dick ramming your insides like nothing before. Your moans were a sinful melody echoing against the walls of your bedroom, and you were glad the Express was currently empty, the rest of the crew away somewhere.
«Fuuuck-» Caelus moaned. Grabbing your right leg, he hooked it over his shoulder. His lips found the inner side of your thigh, and you felt his teeth sink in the supple flesh. You moaned again, back arching off the bed as you gripped tightly at the crumpled sheets. Another orgasm building up, another peak you knew the other wasn't going to let you experience — this has been going on for a while, now.
In between your fried nerves, you could barely still remember how the two of you got to this lewd point. And the fact that those thick inches of his were capable of reaching points you didn't even know you had, made it even harder to remember.
You two were patching each other up after a not-so-pleasant encounter with some rude vagrants at the Great Mine. Sure, you and Caelus did kick their butts, but they also stood their ground until the very end. And when you two got back on the Express, you rushed to go get a first aid kit.
You were used to the sight of your companions, and people in general, being half undressed when getting their wounds treated. But something primal stirred within you when Caelus had to shred off his coat and the white tee, his battered skin and bulging muscles on full display for you to feast your eyes on — how the hell did this guy hide such mass under those clothes?
Yet, you had to remain a professional, for what you could, at least. But it was so damn hard to do so, with this menace (a sexy menace, you had to remember) sitting on your bed, legs spread wide to make some space for you, hands dipping down into the mattress to support his weight on them. And those golden eyes of his... he was devouring you, you could feel that. That, and probably he was also fucking you into the sheets like a wild, dirty animal. It didn't take you much to find out that he actually was, did.
Before you could reach the orgasm you were longing for, Caelus pulled out, the emptiness and coldness making you whine in protest. He chuckled at your annoyance, his dick throbbing at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing, when those warm walls of yours begged to be stuffed by him once again. In a moment, he told himself. He had to taste you first.
Flipping you on your stomach, the grey-haired Trailblazer grabbed the plush of your butt cheeks and pushed them up in the air, your dripping core right before his awaiting mouth. His hot breath made you sigh, before yet another moan fell from your kiss-swollen lips as he licked over the engorged bundle of nerves, purple from the overstimulation.
«Caelus, please!» You cried out, your grip on the poor pillow tightening, your toes curling from the overwhelming pleasure.
Tears formed in your eyes, mouth agape in a silent cry for more, for that sweet release you so desperately craved. Torture, it was absolute torture! That devilish tongue expertly lapping at your folds, not a single drop of sweet juice going to waste and, instead, coating his lips as it mixed up with his own drool.
Your eyes rolled back into your skull, chest heaving with short and quick breaths, clearly overwhelmed. Your fingers found the ashen locks behind your back, and you tugged, harshly, eliciting a snarl from the guy. Caelus slapped your clit, and your thighs squeezed his head in response; he had to pry them open with brute strength to have some movement freedom again.
«Please! Please... I beg you!» You cried out again, tears gathering in your waterline once again. This was maddening, cruel! «I need it! Please! Caelus!»
Another pained cry left your lips in frustration when the Trailblazer pulled his mouth away from your folds, and your tears spilled out, jaws clenched in annoyance. You felt like your teeth were about to break from the sheer strength, but luckily, that didn't happen. You were this close to turn around and strangle the idiot, when a harsh slap on your ass brought you back down from your anger.
«Relax, I'm done playing» He stated, his voice a low, smooth caress to your ears.
You were again on your back, legs up in the air, Caelus's hands on the back of your thighs as your ankles rested on his broad shoulders, keeping you exposed to his hungry gaze. The fat tip of his cock, covered in a thick layer of your slick and his pre-cum, twitched against your bottom lips. You moaned at the feeling as his fingers gripped at the supple flesh of your thighs.
He drove his hard length back between your warm walls, the stretch a much welcome feeling. More moans fell from your lips until he bottomed out, the leaking tip rubbing at your sweet spot, and you whined. The thrusts also came back, harder and stronger than before, harsh slaps of skin on skin as you got drilled into the beaten mattress. Tears gathered in your eyes, your breath taken away from your lungs. Moans upon moans slipped past your swollen lips, free to bounce on the walls in a sinful symphony with the squelching and slapping of slicked skin and heavy balls on your ass.
Caelus's hands found your breasts, deft fingers pulling and flicking the hardened nipples, and he groaned at that, knowing it was because of him — him and him only, as he was the one who reduced you in such a pathetic, horny state.
A shudder ran down your spine before you arched it off the mattress, your legs tight around the Trailblazer's neck. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, faster, harder, stronger, building up the momentum of the promised sweet release. The thick tip kept bullying your insides, hitting the deepest, farthest corner of your pussy, and the walls got stretched to accomodate the girthy length. The grey-haired guy's breath hitched in his throat, fingers squeezing tight the tender flesh of your thighs. Close, he was so damn close, each thrust more frantic than the previous, more aggressive, more desperate. Caelus was desperate to feel you, feel your walls squeeze him tight, milk him dry for all of his worth. And then, you filled up to the brim, overflowing, your trembling pussy leaking his warm cum because it was just too much and you couldn't possibly keep it all inside.
That vision had been enough, for both of you. You, too, were fantasizing about a nasty creampie, being filled up with so much cum it would have formed a bulge in your abdomen from the sheer quantity. Perverts, both of you.
«Cae-»
«Damn-»
«'m... I'm!-»
«Yes!»
Stars exploded in your eyes, white dots blinding you. A high-pitched scream fell from your lips, the name of your partner a yelled prayer as your legs shook on his shoulders. Caelus tried his best to keep you still, he did, but it was too much. Too strong, too overwhelming, too hot. You were just too much, too sexy, too beautiful as you got stuffed full of his cum and his cock, a bulge in your abdomen from his presence. His. Presence.
Thick spurts of warm cum shoot deep inside, your walls painted white. Your knuckles, too, were white, from the strength you were gripping on the pillow. The thrusts lost speed and roughness, but they were just as deep, languid strokes driving you two back down from cloud nine.
You collapsed on the mattress, boneless, absolutely spent. It had been the best orgasm of your life, completely life-changing. Had you known Caelus packed that much in both terms of presence and skills, you would have gotten him into your bed earlier, much earlier.
As your eyes fell close, you took deep breaths to try and calm down, the erratic pace of your heartbeat thumping loud in your ears. It didn't last long, though, and you were back on your stomach, ass up in the air, hands behind your back. Your eyes widened in shock, terror and a flicker of newly sparked arousal, feeling the grey-haired guy's cock still hard against your entrance.
«You wanted more? You begged for a release?» He exhaled, and you were more than sure he was smirking, that devilish curve that had your stomach churn.
The hand that didn't bind your wrists reached up your head, grabbing a fistful of disheveled locks. He tilted your head backwards, back arched deeply as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, a low, husky tone that had your ruined walls clench around nothing.
«Now I'm gonna fuck all the orgasms I denied you inside that eager pussy of yours. And you, like a good slut, are gonna take them all.»
Your eyes were wide with terror and arousal upon hearing his words. He had denied you a dozen of orgasms, at least — even more, maybe, but you had lost count a while ago. You only knew he spent a good amount of time teasing you. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the thought, but the wetness you felt dripping down to your thighs betrayed your eagerness at the impending marathon. The thought of being fucked senseless had you lose your breath, gasping for air in the hot room.
You would have passed out before Caelus could be done, but even then, you wouldn't have minded it. Hell, maybe you would have woken up still getting fucked, a puddle of slick and cum under your ass and coating your bodies, pussy so raw it was ten times more sensitive. The mere thought was enough to have you drool.
A crazed smile graced your lips when the thick length slammed inside you once again, the brutal thrusts resuming their punishing pace.
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What if Caelus, Dan Heng, and Welt Yang were equally obsessed with you at the same time— you, the new addition to the Astral Express?
Caelus/Dan Heng/Welt Yang x Reader (NSFW)
At first, Dan Heng was unsure of his feelings towards you. He knew that having an attraction to someone was a completely normal occurence, and it'll be gone with time. But he couldn't understand as to why it gets harder the longer you stayed at the express. His mind couldn't stop flashing images of you whenever he's alone in the archives. His eyes couldn't stop wandering at your features whenever you two meet at the lounge (he stops staring and looks away exactly right before your gaze lands at him).
Whenever Himeko would task you with something that requires looking at the data bank, Dan Heng would go insane (not that he would ever admit) whenever you're too near from him. He could smell the perfume you sprayed on your neck, the detergent you use for laundry, your shampoo, and the lotion you use occasionally. It's smells so... you, that he would try to inhale deeply with discreet.
That time Dan Heng knew he was in too deep was when he felt your breath touch his neck as you leaned and looked closely on the screen he was pointing at.
Dan Heng held his breath for a split second, eyes widening and fluttering in shock. He quickly regained control of his breathing, he has to. But of course, he doesn't have full control of his body as his cock started to harden.
Good thing you didn't stay at his room for too long. Dan Heng quickly locked his door after you left. Rushing to his futon, he sloppily pulled his pants down to his knees, not bothering to remove them fully. He bit a thick part of his shirt to muffle his noises as he jerked himself off with haste. With his eyes closed tightly, an image of you flashed without hesitation. How would you sound like if you were the one he's pleasuring? How would you taste on his tongue, how would you feel as he touches you all over?
He would come so quick and hard from those thoughts of you. Dan Heng sighed, it's going to be harder from now on.
Caelus knew he liked you ever since the first trailblazing expedition he had with you. You were strong, calm, and very protective of the team. Not to mention the way you presented yourself during combat (that were sometimes the subject of his wet dreams). Caelus realized that he loved hearing you laugh at his iconic responses. Sometimes his humor was forcedly executed, earning only a snicker or a face palm from you, but at least he still gets to bask in your divine attention.
Caelus would gain confidence as time goes on. He would drop flirtatious comments whenever you two were the only ones in the room. You would giggle and flirt back with him, but it only stays there.
Caelus would be the type to jerk off more than 3x a week at the thought of you. Yes, without shame he fucks his fist during his shower time. Good thing his shower's placed a bit far from the entrance of his room, so no one could hear his pathetic whines and moans of your name.
Mr. Welt Yang, the express' most reliable guide, who couldn't help but fancy you as well.
There was just something about you that sparks curiousity in him, something that he had never felt before.
You two would spend time playing competitive games, read books from your personal library, and watch old animations from his planet. But Welt enjoys conversations with you the most. Whenever you two talk, time flies so quickly that the both of you were suprised that it's been two hours or so. During those conversations, he was able to get to know you deeper. Your values, your philosophies, your train of thoughts— Welt could list hundreds of things he likes about you. But he loves the way you make him feel.
You make him feel alive. As if you were an adventure he has always longed for. You make Welt feel so young. Especially during vulnerable talks between you and him felt natural and most importantly, safe.
But Welt, even with his age, is inexperienced. He's fully aware of his feelings for you, yet he's struggling to act on it. So he resorts to underhanded methods to satisfy his yearning for you.
You know Welt Yang is a nerd, adorably so. But did you even know he's a downright pervert? Don't blame him— it was because of you he's like this.
Welt hopes you don't keep count of your undies. He just took one with him, promise, only one. He'll bring it back after, along with your clean laundry.
stepbro!caelus who’s jealous of your new little lover, sizing them up and glaring at them every moment he gets…
stepbro!caelus who spoils you every moment he can get, giving you gifts and taking you out to ice cream or casual lunches, his cheeks burning bright and his palms sweaty...
stepbro!caelus who immediately shouts at your lover every time they screw up and hurt your feelings, throwing his gentle and kind demeanor out the window to protect you…
stepbro!caelus who comforts you after your relationship inevitably ends, patting your head, and wiping your nose and eyes…
stepbro!caelus who impulsively plants a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting your salty tears, letting you melt into his big, warm embrace…
stepbro!caelus who accidentally moans into the kiss, wrapping you tightly in his arms, fiddling with his hoodie that you’re currently wearing…
stepbro!caelus who is now beet red, huffing and losing nearly all his self-control, his golden eyes focused on your body…
stepbro!caelus who rips his clothes off your body, eager for a look at what’s been hiding from him. his hands ride up and down your sides, fingers dancing against your ribs…
stepbro!caelus who slides his boxers down to his mid thigh, teasing your hole with his thick, needy cock…
stepbro!caelus who pushes himself inside you, entranced in complete bliss…
stepbro!caelus who doesn’t let you unhook your legs around him when he cums, grinding his hips deeper into you…
stepbro!caelus who is completely possessive over you.
Caelus is sometimes too horny for his own good, golden eyes filled with nothing but debaucherous visions as he undresses you with his eyes. When he wasn't fighting alongside you or running around completing missions left and right, he'd come up with some half-assed excuse regarding the Antimatter Legion before dragging you off to some unoccupied corner and fulfilling his lewd fantasies. He was a pure menace, groping your ass from behind just out of view from the others, frustrating you to no end when he refused to touch you any further. Not at least until you found an opportunity to sneak off.
But you were no saint, not with how you sloppily drooled all over his cock as he fucked your throat, or how eagerly you'd grind down onto his pelvis as you rode him in the privacy of your room. But who could blame you for acting in such a desperate way? Caelus' cock was just so good, fat head and length pressing against your walls in all the right ways that had you cumming rather embarrassingly quickly. He'd always cum in thick, creamy globs that painted your insides white and left your belly feeling warm and heavy. He was a fast learner, learning each of your weak spots with a scarily quick eagerness that left you breathless.
So it wasn't really too much of a surprise with how often you snuck away on missions just to fuck in some unlit alleyway.
"They're probably looking for us... I bet they're worried since we've been gone for a while. We should.. we should really hurry up. " You huff, raising your head to look at Caelus, his face mere inches from yours. He takes a gulp of air before nodding in agreement, no doubt having the same concern as you.
"Yeah... March is probably dragging Dan Heng by the ear.." His brow furrows, looking simultaneously troubled and amused at the thought of the former dragging around the stoic male as if he were some sort of rag doll.
Even if the two of you are sharing the same concern, it was clearly juxtaposed by neither one of you making the effort to wrap up your little activity as quickly as possible. Although, little activity was a bit of a damn understatement when you had Caelus' cock sheathed inside your hole, back against the dingy wall of the alleyway as he moves his hips against yours over and over. Your arms and legs are locked around his body, doing your best to keep from falling and sliding down the wall. But Caelus has a good grip on your ass—he's a lot stronger than he looks—and his hips sure aren't going to be slowing down anytime soon.
"Fuuuck, s'so deep, so fucking good.." You whine into his neck, biting back a moan as his balls smack noisily against your skin. He's got so much vigor in each of his thrusts, pelvis pressed as close as possible to yours in such a confined position. You don't know how long the two of you have been at this, but you know it's long enough to have his cum leaking out, staining the ground below in gooey droplets. "Fuck me—ooh!—right there, right there, fuck me harder—oh god!"
Caelus chokes out a moan—you were so fucking tight—sucking in a shaky breath as he continues to pound into you. "Didn't you just tell me to hurry up? What changed your mind? Do you like my dick that much?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, though it wavers with each flutter and pulsing of your walls around his length. God he was such a little shit.
"Just shut up already.." You slam your lips against his without warning, moaning in a mix of relief and ecstasy. He makes a slight noise of surprise, but, given how often you'd dodge his postcoital affections, you don't blame him. But right now, you could care less if he happens to get to the wrong idea about you kissing him—or perhaps, a small part of you deep down wants Caelus to get the wrong idea.
The two of you melt into the kiss, teeth gnashing noisily and tongues entangling and rubbing up against one another as you both cling onto each other. Soon, drool begins to streak across your lips and chin—fuck, kissing Caelus felt so damn good, why didn't you do it before?—as warm pressure builds up in your lower stomach. His plush tip keeps pushing up against your oversensitive walls, the pulsing veins on the side of his cock stimulating you further and further.
But soon the lack of oxygen proves to be too much, and the messy kiss is broken apart. Strings of saliva stick to your tongue, but a bolt of pleasure shoots through you and you rest your head against the wall of the alley. With your neck exposed to him, you whine his name repeatedly like a chant, his entire being overwhelming you in waves.
"Caelus, Caelus, Caelus, Caelus...!"
Caelus' hips give a final thrust, the veins on his fat cock twitching and pulsing as he spills himself inside of your walls until even more droplets begin to ooze out. Reflexively, he immediately starts kissing your neck, mouth sloppily fitting against your rapid pulse, but this time you don't stop him. It feels ticklish, but surprisingly helping in lowering you from your high. He doesn't pull out until he's pumped out every last drop, although the way your walls clamp around him ends up squeezing out a few more drops anyways. You both shudder, the sudden emptiness in you and the lack of warmth around him a bit too much.
As if on cue, the cum that hadn't been oozing from your hole thanks to Caelus plugging you up nice and tight, now trickles out. A part of you is disappointed to not have it stay deep inside, but you're too out of it to do anything about it.
Your legs begin to slip, but Caelus seems to notice and aids in lowering you down. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you nearly double over but he catches you, choosing to lean you against him for support. With your head against his chest, you can feel the warmth of his body, each inhale and exhale he takes, and the beating of his heart.
The alleyway is filled with soft pants, concealed from any prying eyes. Like your own little world, just the two of you. It's... rather nice in a way.
"We're... we're gonna continue this when we get back to the Express, got it?" Of course you will. The two of you are as horny as rabbits, and quickies would only keep you both temporarily satisfied. But you could bet that if he found the opportunity, he'd sneak into your room. Again. "My back's killing me, I think you just scraped off my damn skin... I'd like my back to remain injury-free while getting dicked down thank you very much."
"Fine by me. I'd prefer to fuck you on your bed anyway." He snorts in amusement, a sliver of a smirk on his lips as he playfully squeezes your ass. You squeak and flinch at the ticklish sensation, to which he chuckles. "Not that I've got anything against doing this in an alleyway. It's actually kinda hot."
