The series of chimes echoes throughout the airport amongst light chatter of those who approach their boarding gates.
You’re more focused on the nails slightly digging into the skin of your hips. The fat cock being slammed into your pussy from behind repeatedly.
“Did you catch tha- that announcement?” You try to ask between thrusts but he seems to just pick up the pace.
“Nah. No flights are leavin’ without their pilot, are they?” Caleb raises an eyebrow. He suddenly pulls out causing you to whine, loudly.
“Caleeebbbb, why’d you pull out?”
You try and wiggle your hips to have him resume fucking you. The hot mushroom head of his cock drags between your folds and coats everything in his pre-cum.
“I like seeing you squirm,” he says with a grin.
“Not fair, I have a job to get to…”
“Should I send you off like this?” Caleb muses, grabbing a handful of your ass before giving it a smack. You try to shuffle yourself back despite the restraints of your work uniform pooled around your ankles.
“I’ll never hook up with you again,” you straighten, turning to face him.
Caleb leans his arm right next to your head, closing the gap between your faces until your noses are touching.
“Alright, alright. Lesson learned,” Caleb murmurs. He captures your lips with his, his hands making home back onto your hips and he slightly lifts you to rest your back against the wall.
You ever-so gently scratch the nape of his neck as he drags his length against your clit. He groans before fully setting you down on his dick again. It’s so relieving to be full again you could almost cry.
“That good?” Caleb rasps. His pilot cap tilts down from his head, obstructing his view of you. He’s quick to swipe it away from blocking his eyes and he drops it on your head instead.
“Good… good, yeah…” You practically babble, cock-drunk from the pilot’s fierce pace. He guides you up and down on his cock, balls slapping against your ass with sharp sounds.
Every blunt kiss to your g-spot by his cock elicited sounds from you that are way too inappropriate for a public setting. His eyes are fixed on the way your pussy lips hug his length, welcoming every inch inside.
“Don-… My uniform…” You try to say a coherent sentence but it doesn’t come out that way. His cap on your head jumps with each thrust.
“I’ll try not to,” Caleb grunts, still understanding what you were trying to say. With a last, more sloppy thrust, he finally gives up his load. His way to not dirty your uniform was to keep his dick inside you as you both finished. Your pussy clenches around him, not wanting to let go.
You both take a moment to catch your breath, just looking at each other.
Caleb handles you gently as he sets you down and cleans you with some toilet paper in the stall. He pulls your skirt up, fixes your handkerchief and wipes away the smeared lipstick on your face.
“You have a little something…” You try to point out the lipstick on his skin but it’s far from just a little bit. It’s all over his face and neck. Every smudge of red blended into his tanned skin.
“I’ll take care of it later,” he says, taking his cap back and fixing it back on his head. He pauses before pecking your lips.
“I’ll see you later then.”
Caleb leaves the stall, a dishevelled version of the confidently esteemed pilot that entered the airport this morning.
You’ll both have to fix yourselves after that encounter. You couldn’t wait until the next time you could reunite with your favourite pilot.
Xavier comes home after a 40 minute shift, 10 minutes longer than usual. You’re lazing around on the couch when he comes home by climbing through the window.
“Hey.”
You look over at your husband, all sluggish and out of breath.
“Tough day?”
Xavier doesn’t flop down next to you. He doesn’t go straight to bed either. Instead, he stands in front of you.
“I can’t see the TV,” you complain.
His blue eyes look exceptionally round as he looks down at you. He lowers himself on his knees.
“Let me eat you out,” he says, almost pleading. His hands gently pry your knees apart.
“Eh? Right now?”
“Can I? Please? I need to de-stress.”
There’s no saying ‘no’ to those eyes at all. He has you laid on the couch, your thighs hugging his head. He thumbs at your clit, nose nudging against your panties before he pulls them aside. The first lick was more relief to him than it was to you.
He paints little flicks all over your folds with his tongue. He parts them with his fingers, trickling more of his spit down your pussy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he husks. He finally directs his lips around your clit and gives it a small suckle. He rolls his tongue around the nerve, making it pulse and send sharp relaxing vibrations through your body.
“There!” You heave out, keeping his head right where you want it by weaving your fingers through his hair. He keeps at it, letting out some satisfactory moans the more he gets to taste you and really make you feel good.
He lets his spit dribble all over until your pussy’s practically drooling from it. He uses the slick to glide faster up and down your folds from your clit to your hole.
When you let out a more whiny moan, Xavier really focuses on his tongue rapidly flicking over the bud. The pleasure shoots up your spine to your neck.
With a final grip to his hair and your head thrown back against the armrest of the couch, your body finally goes lax and the knot in your body comes undone.
“Thank you,” Xavier says with a small kiss to your inner thigh.
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“Maybe. But I really needed this.”
assignments are screwing me over I wish it was Xavier instead
Rafayel and Caleb have been getting along a bit too well after you introduced them...
(eiffel tower, cunnilingus)
soo I finally finished my piece as per this request! it's really long actually, my longest work yet + unedited because I'm lazy but I was literally writing this while on the train to my classes lolol
wc. 2.4k
You have a problem. An issue that you didn’t foresee at all.
When you introduced Rafayel to Caleb, they were at each other’s throats almost immediately. Snarky remarks, subtly tripping each other, stealing your time and attention to themselves. That was something you expected. This wasn’t the issue.
The issue arose when you forced them to hang out once. They instantly became best friends.
At first, it was great. The closest person in your life, Caleb, finally got along with a friend of yours who’s another guy. He never liked any of them, always finding a way to bat them away and occupy you only to himself. So when you saw him in a good mood while dropping you home after the first outing with you and Rafayel, you felt triumph.
Then they exchanged numbers and started talking.
“Did you see the event at the mall? People have been standing with their hands on a car for over 24 hours,” you observe from the TV to Caleb who was stirring a coffee for himself. He sighs and sits next to you.
“Mm. I saw them setting it up yesterday,” he says with a sip of his drink.
Your eyebrows knit together. “You went to the mall yesterday?”
“Oh right. I was with Rafayel. That photobooth that gives the real big photos? We tried it out, it was cool.”
Now apparently they were scheduling outings without you? You couldn’t help but feel a bit offended, especially since you recall telling both Rafayel and Caleb about that photobooth in suggestion that you go with them. Not that they go without you!
It was one time. You let it go. Water under the bridge. It’s a good thing that they’re getting along, you tell yourself.
Until you were at Rafayel’s, laying on his couch watching him paint something new.
“It’s getting pretty hot lately, I’ve been in the mood for ice cream,” you tell him while fiddling around with some beads he gave you to make a custom bracelet.
Rafayel stifles a laugh. “Yeah, it’s just about ice cream season.”
“What’s so funny?”
Rafayel twirls his paintbrush between his fingers, tapping it against his lips that are failing to hide his smile.
“That just reminded me of when Caleb dropped his ice cream cone. His face was priceless!” Rafayel recalls, laughing more at the memory. You give some half-assed laugh.
“Ha, when did this happen? I don’t think we got ice cream on our last hangout?”
The painter clears his throat. Silence.
“Right… This was maybeee… last week? I bumped into Caleb after he finished work.”
Your eye twitches. “Is that right? I’m so…” You grit your teeth, unable to really find anything positive to say but you muster it up anyway, “so glad you guys are getting along!”
It’s all fine. Water under the bridge. You’re so glad they’re getting along. They’re so similar in some ways, it was inevitable for them to join forces and become friends. That’s what you tell yourself. That’s what you believe.
Your neutrality was hanging by a thread. A thread you didn’t realise snapped a long time ago and you were pretending like it hadn’t.
You were so excited to see Rafayel when you spotted his sleek red sports car halting in front of the building. You step out and knock on his window, watching the figure behind the steering wheel flinch before the window rolls down.
“Rafayel! What are you doing here…” Your tone drops when you look past him and you see none other than Caleb in the passenger’s seat.
“Heya pips! Me and Raf were gonna grab some hot pot at that new place.”
If you were a cartoon character, there would be red rising into your face like a glass thermometer and a vein popping from your forehead.
“Huh. I didn’t hear about this before?” You try to maintain your composure, fingers gripping hard at the side of Rafayel’s door. “Was I not part of the plan?”
The two of them immediately stiffen. There’s a dark blanket of regret that overcomes their expressions.
“No, it’s fine,” you murmur, before they can pity invite you along. You’d end up sitting in the backseat and listening to whatever topic they’ve found they have in common anyway. You straighten up. “You guys go. I have my own plans anyway.”
“Wait–” Rafayel’s attempt to explain is ignored by you as you simply turn and walk back into your apartment building.
Really, how could they? You were the bridge between them that brought them together and suddenly they’re acting as if you don’t exist? Maybe it was immature, but it stung a lot more than you wanted to admit.
You replaced your friends with a tub of ice cream and a romcom to ease the tension in your brain.
Knock knock.
A hollow echo resounded from behind the door. A visitor? Aside from Caleb and Rafayel, who are out enjoying themselves, you don’t know anyone else who could be free right now.
You scowl when you open the door. It was them. The new dynamic duo. Bonnie and Clyde themselves.
You swing the door back to close but a fancy dress shoe belonging to Rafayel and a hand belonging to Caleb both wedge themselves between the door and the wall to stop it.
“Hold on! We’re here to apologise!” Rafayel quickly says, launching a bouquet of flowers into your hand.
“We got ‘forgive us’ gifts,” Caleb adds on, placing a chocolate box into your other hand.
“Seriously?” You sigh, shuffling your feet to place the sudden tokens of regret onto your kitchen counter.
The pair of sad puppies follow you into your home, looking like their ears and tails have been down to surrender to your wrath.
“You watchin’ a movie? Can we join?” Caleb asks, pointing at your TV illuminating the cheesy romcom you were just indulging in.
You shrug. “I dunno… you guys weren’t included in my plans.”
“Oh, come on! We can make your time like, a hundred times more fun,” Rafayel pleads. His hands clap against your shoulders and guide you back to the couch where he pushes you down to sit and Caleb follows up with laying a blanket over your legs.
“We’re real sorry we made you feel excluded,” Caleb mutters solemnly, his weight dipping the couch on your left.
“That wasn’t our intention at all,” Rafayel joins, evening the distribution along the couch as he sits to your right.
You cross your arms. Truth be told, it’s impossible to stay mad after a grand gesture like that. Furthermore, the heat you feel from being sandwiched between two bodies almost makes you feel dizzy.
“…I guess I can squeeze you guys into my movie time.”
Both pairs of eyes light up at your resolve crumbling. They almost immediately snuggle up at your sides.
You thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you felt a Rafayel’s hand brush against your thigh. It definitely wasn’t your imagination when Caleb’s hand hooked onto your waist.
Aren’t they being too touchy?
Rafayel toyed with the hem of your shirt, his mouth so close you can feel his breath hovering over your neck. Caleb on the other hand had a good hold of your waist and you could’ve sworn you felt him nip at your earlobe.
Your body responded before your mind could think about the consequences.
Your hand guided Rafayel’s below your shirt, your head leaned in against Caleb’s.
“Adventurous, are we?” Caleb muses. You almost flinch at the sound of his voice.
You look between the two of them, an undeniable charged energy sparking.
“What–” you begin, confused before Rafayel cuts you off.
“Just tell us if you don’t want this, okay?” He whispers, placing a small kiss to your neck. You shiver.
“You’re both in on this?” You ask. Caleb only chuckles, raking a strand of hair away from your face with his fingers.
“Greedy, greedy pips,” he murmurs, voice husky. He really does lean in and give a small nibble to your earlobe, making your breath hitch. “You want this? Want us?”
It excites you. Sends all sorts of electric jolts through your body and particularly to your lower half.
“You guys are okay with this?”
“Okay with watching a movie? This romcom’s a bit boring,” Rafayel says, feigning obliviousness. You pinch his arm, making him yelp. “Ah! Yes, we’re all good here.”
Caleb laughs at your antics, one hand trailing away from your waist to poke at Rafayel’s cheek.
“Mischievous thing,” Caleb remarks.
Rafayel’s hand trails up higher along your body. You weren’t exactly wearing the fanciest lingerie set as you were awaiting your sole night of binge eating and movie marathon. You were in your usual state of existing without a bra, which Rafayel discovers quickly.
Rafayel’s fingers travel upwards so much they brush against your nipple, eliciting a physical response from you. He tweaks it a bit, a sly grin spreading across his lips.
Caleb trails light kisses down the column of your neck. Rafayel turns your head towards him, being the first to press his lips against yours. You two move your lips in tandem, only to be interrupted by Caleb when he decides to grab your chin and steal a kiss for himself.
“I’m getting you back for that, Xia.”
“Sure, fishboy.” Caleb bites back. The small banter reminds you of when they had first met. You stop entertaining them for a second, silently standing up and walking towards your bedroom.
Words weren’t necessary for you to have Caleb and Rafayel right behind you.
“Off. I want everything off,” you tug at Caleb’s clothes.
“Whatever you want,” he complies quickly. You only give Rafayel a simple look and he’s following suit as well.
They both take time to appreciate your body with their hands. Rafayel pulls your shirt over your head and Caleb starts impatiently removing your pants.
Your breath almost stops when warm lips kiss and suck your skin.
Rafayel’s is smooth. His lips are soft like petals and delicate when they lay praising kisses over your collarbones.
Caleb’s is rougher. Chapped and cracked like clay but full of passion when he focuses his attention on your navel.
They basically have a race, heads descending your body to the juncture of your thighs.
You gasp when you feel two tongues flattening and licking a stripe up through your folds. Clearly they had pounced at the opportunity without thinking, because they pause at the unexpected contact.
“How’d that feel?” Caleb implores.
You’re shaking just from one second of contact, holding a death grip at the sheets below.
“Can you guys… keep doing that?”
It didn’t matter to them what it felt like anymore and they immediately got to work. It felt a bit too powerful to have their complete obedience like this.
The sensation was a lot more overwhelming with two precise muscles working at your pussy. You don’t even know who’s doing what, there’s one guy who spears his tongue into your pussy and the other draws circles around your clit. They often clash together when their movements overlap but don’t seem to mind it.
Caleb is the one who spreads your pussy lips with two fingers, letting Rafayel dribble his spit down and run his tongue up and down your entrance to prepare for when Caleb pushes his fingers inside you. They both watch in awe as your pussy swallows up Caleb’s digits. He sinks them in deep, reaching places your own fingers fail to even go near.
“Oh my fuck,” you choke out in a moan, back arching. “Just like that.”
Rafayel presses his thumb down against the small button that is your clit. He swipes over the bud a few times before finding a rhythm to compliment Caleb’s. White hot flashes your vision at their skilled efforts. You cum like you’ve never experienced an orgasm before.
They busy themselves again with placing kisses and sucking marks onto your body while you’re on cool-down.
“You can take a lot more than that,” Caleb quips. He takes your thighs in his large palms and spreads your legs a little.
“Hey, me first,” Rafayel shoves Caleb out of the way, gently yanking your legs so he’s between them and not Caleb.
“What gives?”
“Payback.”
They glare at each other as if they weren’t just tangling tongues with one another.
Rafayel’s cock sits snug on top of your pussy, gliding down with ease to your entrance again. Caleb sits on his knees beside you, his neglected dick blushing red as he eyes Rafayel with a hint of frustration.
“I have an idea,” you break the tension as you roll your body over, propping yourself up onto your hands and knees. They both instantly get the plan.
Caleb moves swiftly in front of you while Rafayel’s purposeful hands hug around your hips to bring your ass slightly up.
“Dunno if this is you being clever or greedy,” the man in front of you raises his eyebrows. You don’t say anything in response, only fixing eye contact and slowly taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses.
Rafayel watches intently as you start sucking Caleb off. He rocks his hips forward, attention taken by watching the stretch of your walls around his own dick.
It was different. Exhilarating. Being thoroughly fucked from behind while trying your best to engulf the length in front of you. You felt like a prop to them once they got immersed in the pleasure and started thrusting into you at different paces.
“Fuu… Pips, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ both of us,” Caleb drawls, his thumb caressing your cheek.
“Feels… amazing…” Rafayel manages to say. His hips never falter in their pace, making it difficult for your brain to tune into their words. Caleb’s body tenses as his sensitivity receptors go haywire and his release coats the back of your throat, he watches you swallow as much as you can down eagerly.
Your second wave of pleasure zaps through your body, leaving you weaker than you did after the first.
Before you know it, Rafayel collapsed on the bed out of exhaustion. You crawl towards him, resting your head against his chest.
“Hey, don’t leave me out,” Caleb sighs, stretching his body out to join you two on the bed.
“Join the club,” you scoff.
Caleb nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Rafayel rubs his face into your chest shamelessly.
“Sorry.”
“We’re sorry.”
They both whine in unison. You never would’ve guessed you would end up with the troublesome pair together and wrapped around your finger.
let me know if we want a part 2, this was getting pretty long so I stopped it there. I will be happy to deliver more smut o(*￣▽￣*)o
Wearing an aphrodisiac perfume for your husband, Xavier.
You spritzed a bit of the scent onto your neck, a little hesitant to do any more than that. You’ve seen videos about this perfume online before but it has always been difficult to discern if it’s genuine or just a marketing tactic.
When your husband brushed past you in the living room while you were folding laundry, you immediately appointed the perfume as a scam.
“Do you smell that, dear?”
You look over to Xavier who’s sniffing the air, his nose twitching like a bunny catching the scent of fresh produce.
“No…?” You shake your head.
Xavier comes back closer to you, sniffing around your form.
“It’s you,” he says. Within his vibrant blue eyes it was fairly easy to catch the way his pupils dilate.
You take back your words in a flash. The perfume wasn’t a scam at all. You sigh in relief that your money wasn’t wasted.
“Do I smell bad?” You feign ignorance. Xavier was making it easy until his large hands stilled you by the waist and tugged you close. He nudged his face closer to the crook of your neck and almost groaned.
“Not at all,” he murmurs. “What is this? You smell… irresistible.”
Xavier couldn’t let you go at all. Not even to finish folding all the laundry.
He had you pressed up against the couch, whispering little compliments and asking you to shed off more and more clothing.
Soon enough, he had your legs wrapped around his body sitting above his hips. He slowly guided himself in and out. All the while, he keeps his nose along your body. In your neck, down your chest, at your navel.
You could barely feel the small sensations with the way he’s slamming his cock into you. It’s a very irregular pattern as he’s more focused on the smell and taste of you.
You couldn’t help but laugh a bit when you felt Xavier trace his tongue along your collarbone.
“Sorry, you’re just…” Xavier breathes in. He can’t even finish his sentence, it’s as if he’s dizzy on just you. He quickens suddenly, the soft plaps of skin against skin reaching your ears along with the heavy breaths coming from Xavier.
When he gives one final thrust, he folds his body over you. But his nose keeps trailing over your jaw and down your neck with a few kisses.
“I know it’s an aphrodisiac perfume,” Xavier whispers. Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden confession.
“How–”
“I saw it on your vanity. It’s… very effective. You should wear it more.”
lets not talk abt how long it took for me to post smth again. I've been deleting all my works until now T-T
Farmer Caleb watches in awe as his cock slides between your folds, circling the hole that begs to suck him in.
When he got a new neighbour, he never expected for it to be one of the cutest girls he’s ever laid his eyes on. Something about her inheriting her late grandfather’s land. Truth be told, his mind was hazy once he caught a glimpse of her ass filling out those denim shorts.
He often came around to check in on how you were coping with the new responsibility of handling a farm. You weren’t clueless, you had visited your grandfather a few times before. When you directed a snarky comment his way or rolled your eyes at his teases, he couldn’t help but feel a little tight in the trousers.
Caleb is obsessed with the shade of your lipstick. Something he sees once in a while when he catches you going to run an errand in the city. His eyes stayed fixed on your lips as you rambled on about the difference between city life and country life.
He imagined that shade of lipstick leaving stained kisses on his dick before you engulfed the length to your throat.
He loved to fantasize about you, leading to him thrusting into his hand chasing a desperate release.
But now… now it has all come to fruition. Your ankles are hooked onto his broad shoulders, thighs held apart by his large hands as he rubbed his leaking tip between your folds. He could cum from this alone, seeing you beneath him like this.
He’s completely naked, while you still have your shirt on. Your bottoms are discarded by the bed and your panties were torn before he tugged them off like they personally offended him.
You’re simply a mess. Dishevelled, panting, clawing your fingers against his chest and he absolutely revels in it. Caleb loves seeing you so eager, aching for all of him.
“Caleb… Ca… Caleb…” You manage to whisper between small pants.
“Yes?” He asks, arching an eyebrow mischievously. He squeezed your thighs, feeling your plush skin against his own. You whine.
“Please… Stop depriving me. I need this, please,” you cover your face with your hands. You feel embarrassed that Caleb is leaving you in this position but you can’t help it.
Caleb smirks. The type of smirk you would slap out of him on any other day. You grit your teeth, so close to saying something but you gasped.
His tip breached your entrance. Just the tip, teasing it in and pulling it out again. He could feel your slick as he did, he wanted more. His thumb found your clit, massaging the nub in circles. You arched your back, biting your lips as you felt driven near to tears.
“Caleb!” You plead. His thumb slows down. You tried to muster another argument, but he was already sliding in.
“Relax, sweetheart. I need this too,” he says. He sheaths himself into you. His cock sits heavy inside you, every ridge and vein snug in your pussy. It was like a dam broke. It was too good. Too stimulating.
“You’re taking it so well,” he praises, dragging his dick out. He can’t help himself. All those memories of helplessly shooting loads into his hand at the thought of you possessed him to thrust his hips forward.
His pace was unforgiving.
Pump after pump of slick and precum sticks to your thighs as he consistently drives his dick right into your pussy.
“So good, so good!”
He leans down and captures your lips in his. The kiss is sloppy and only lasts a few seconds before you both part with lust-drunk eyes pouring into each other. He tries to change his angle until he finds that squishy part in you that makes you simply feel like reaching ascension.
You dig your nails slightly into the pillow beneath your head. Your voice comes out a little hoarser when his name spills out of your lips with louder moans.
“That’s it sweetheart. You gonna cum? Drench my cock with it?” His fingers dig into your hips for a moment before bracing themselves next to your head. He somehow started thrusting even faster right into your g-spot. The squelching from your arousal and his reaches your ears, it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever heard.
Your whole body rocks with each thrust. His name never fails to leave your lips, your eyes squeeze shut and you’re just about to cum now.
He makes sure to leave it in as he feels his muscles relax with relief. Caleb looks down and sees the mess you both made. He did that. He is responsible for the remnants of cum dripping onto the sheets below. He makes sure to massage your legs as they collapse back down from the height of his shoulders.
“You did so well, darlin’,” he breathes out in awe. “We gotta do that again.”
To Caleb, this was simply just a dream come true.
-----------
unedited but I have the Caleb mod on Stardew Valley and it inspired this out of me.
Vampire Sylus and his elderly wife (who he loves infinitely).
Sylus is an almost 200 year old vampire, yet looks like a human in his twenties. He’s happily married to his now almost 80 year old wife.
The towering 6’2” man holds a hair tie between his fangs, sitting on the floor as his wife combs her fingers through his hair.
You, who has been with Sylus since you were in your late twenties and promised to spend your life with him. Your fingers comb through cascading silver locks, parting them into small sections and intertwining them into a braid.
“Are you almost done?” Sylus asks when he feels your hands travelling through the lower part of his hair.
“Forgive my old eyes, honey. I’m only halfway there.”
Sylus leans his head back to rest on your knee. His eyes scan over your features with a hint of something that can’t be described as anything short of admiration.
Unprompted, he speaks, “you look exceptionally gorgeous today, sweetie. Have I told you that yet?”
You couldn’t help but feel both flustered and embarrassed by the compliment. You push his head back forward.
“Don’t say such ridiculous things, Sylus.”
He only gasps. A sound of pure offense that came from the vampire.
“I must remind you that you are my gorgeous wife. How is that ridiculous?”
You pluck the hair tie from where it had fallen in his hands and you tie up the last end of his braided hair. Sylus uses this as an opportunity to fully turn his body towards you.
“This old lady is hardly as beautiful as she used to be.”
“…No,” Sylus pouts.
“No?” You blink.
“You’re the most beautiful person in the entire world. My heart is overwhelmed with love for you so I must let it out,” Sylus says as he takes your hand in his. He guides your palm to nuzzle against his cheek.
He presses a kiss against your hand. He murmurs, “my dear wife.”
First non-smut work >:) sometimes we all need a break.
It really shouldn’t have bothered Zayne this much.
You’re his girlfriend. Undeniably and utterly just his. So why did it boil his blood whenever you were mistaken to be Caleb’s girlfriend?
There was the time when you had only just made it official and had not told anybody yet. Caleb had accompanied you for a check-up, when Dr Greyson and Dr Zayne passed by and spotted you only for Greyson to say something along the lines of, “hey, how are you and your girlfriend?”
Zayne’s blood pressure visibly spiked at the casual assumption, but it was just slightly eased when you corrected Greyson and accepted his apologies for making the mistake. Your real boyfriend made it a point to link your fingers together throughout the conversation and press a kiss to your head before departing.
He really snapped when it came to a work function of yours. What was originally supposed to be a proper introduction to your co-workers turned into a nightmare for Zayne.
“Oh, your boyfriend is Zayne?” Tara asks, as sweet as ever. You can’t help but furrow your brows in confusion.
“Who did you think I meant when I told you ‘he finally asked me’ then?”
“No offense, but I thought you were talking about Caleb. I’m so happy for you two though!” Tara quickly moves on from her first assumption. Although she expressed her genuine support for your new relationship, you noticed Zayne remained stiff and a bit distant towards her.
“Boyfriend? I thought your boyfriend was that Caleb guy?” Nero asks, genuinely confused as he sips on some sparkling water and looks between you and Zayne.
“Caleb is just someone I grew up with. Zayne is my partner,” you justify through clenched teeth. Zayne’s eyes haze over with that blank look again, the peculiar look that you recognise as your boyfriend doing his darndest not to react too rashly.
Zayne politely excuses himself from the chat. You follow him, a bit dejected that your announcements of being together haven't gone as planned.
“Why is everyone making the same assumption?” Zayne asks as you two find a corner. There’s stress evident between his brows and his lips are all chewed up from his restraint.
“I don't know, Zayne. I didn't expect this either,” you mumble, reaching out to hold his hands in yours.
“It's that Caleb. He must be doing this on purpose,” Zayne almost seethes.
“That’s a bit of a reach–”
Zayne is out of your sight before you can finish your sentence. He’s always been the type to prefer to process things by himself, he hovers over the drinks table and slowly warms up to you again by the end of the night.
Your car windows are foggy, streaked with fingerprints from your desperate attempts to ground yourself as Zayne ravishes you. He’s already sitting in a seat that’s slightly reclined back with you straddling his lap, both of you already half undressed from the travel to the car.
With the tiny break between your lips you manage to whisper, “let’s go home.”
“We’re in the backseat. I believe we knew what this would come to,” Zayne murmurs, nose grazing the side of your neck. You couldn’t deny that you were a little excited by the thrill that came with the prospect of doing it in the car, but the rational side of you won for a second.
“I know, but someone could see us.”
Zayne looks at the fogged up window and the faint blur of the almost empty parking lot beyond the outside.
“So? Maybe then they’ll get a good idea of who you chose to be with.”
“They really pissed you off,” you say. You try to get something more out of Zayne, but he’s busy trailing his kisses down from your neck. He gets busier burying his face between your tits, pulling your bra out of the way and marking you up all over your chest. He leaves little sucks and licks all over your skin, littering red bite marks everywhere.
His hand disappears down your panties, fingers expertly rubbing your clit until he can feel the slide become easier from your slick.
“People should know I’m the one making you feel good,” Zayne rasps, pumping two fingers faster into your pussy. Warmth coils itself into your lower half, fingers curled into his hair as you’re completely snatched from words.
He shifts his cock from the confines of his pants, tentatively moving your panties out of the way with his tip before sinking in with no warning. It makes you gasp more, but it isn’t unwelcome.
“Say my name. How will you tell everyone who your boyfriend is?”
Zayne’s hands are planted firmly at your hips, drilling into you repeatedly with no show of backing down.
“Zay- Zayne! Zayne is!” You whimper in response. Your body slightly bounces in his lap with every upward thrust of his hips that drive his dick deeper into you. Your hand grips hopelessly at the door of the car, finding a pause at the panel.
“That’s it,” he groans.
Zayne’s cum spurts out, coating the insides of your pussy but he keeps his harsh pace consistent until you feel the uncoiling of warmth making you cum as well.
His eyes drag appreciatively over your body. He then locks on where you both are conjoined, where his cum is leaking out of your pussy like a dam on the brink of collapse.
“Jealousy is certainly an irrational reaction,” Zayne quietly admits, scooping up some of the liquid at the juncture of your thighs.
“So you were jealous of Caleb?”
He sighs. “Irrational,” he repeats. “For safe measures, you should sleep over at mine tonight.”
dad!Rafayel who gets his daughter to finally say dada... but only when she's angry. he's not pleased.
“Say dada!”
“Mama!”
“Da-da.”
“Mama.”
Small grabby hands are aimed at Rafayel, who pouts and shakes his head adamantly at his daughter who has already seemed to pick a favourite parent.
“Noo, no cuddles or kisses until you call my name and not mama’s…” Rafayel murmurs, flicking a fine-detail paintbrush to the baby’s nose. She giggles at the ticklish sensation, reaching to itch her nose where the bristles had brushed against her skin. ‘Nose’ is actually an overstatement, because it’s barely a peak with two holes for breathing.
“Say dada, baby. Please? For your old man?” Rafayel pleads, nuzzling his nose against her hair. All four of her limbs fly upwards as she grows restless of her father’s boring games to make her call him.
“It’s easier to say than mama! I don’t understand,” he tries again.
“Mama! Mama! Mama!” She chants, like a little storm not willing to back down. Rafayel crosses his arms, trying to make it clear that he’s unhappy with the baby at the moment.
After some more fussing, Rafayel concedes and lets her out of the bouncer. He melts at her little wordless demands, no matter how petty he might be feeling from not hearing ‘dada’ coming from her.
The baby roams around the playmat, reaching for various toys to play with. Rafayel being the meanie he is, takes the plush toy and puts it further away from her every time she’s close to reaching it. With a whine of annoyance she glares at her dad before proceeding to crawl to the toy again. Rafayel moves it further.
“Okay, okay, I won’t do it again,” he relents, putting his hands up. His daughter cautiously approaches the toy and waits a second for Rafayel to move it. When he doesn’t, she pushes herself back to sit by it and reach out to play with it.
He plucks it from her hands and places it behind her.
Her little face practically turns red.
“Dada!” She yells, with all the power in her lungs. The room pauses. Rafayel’s eyes widen, before the biggest grin breaks across his face.
“Yes! Yes, it’s dada!” He points to himself, excitedly laying on his stomach to be at eye level with his daughter. Rafayel scoops his hand behind her, pulling her closer to place a triumphant kiss to her cheek but the chubby hand that slaps his cheek stops him from doing otherwise.
“Oh.”
Rafayel puckers his lips, staying still to lure his daughter closer.
“Why don’t you say dada again?” He prods. He leans closer but the baby has clearly had enough of him. She looks away to the stuffed toy, preferring to reach for that instead.
“Dada…” He hears her murmur, but in a rather distasteful tone. It’s a small victory, but it doesn’t sound nearly as joyful as any time she has cheered or chanted ‘mama’.
“I think she’s associating negative emotions with dada…” Rafayel whines after a long day of spending time with his daughter and analysing when she calls for ‘mama’ and when she calls for ‘dada’.
“I told you to stop annoying her,” you flick Rafayel’s head. He rolls over on the couch, curling up into a ball of disappointment.
“I just wanted her to call for me. Is that too much to ask?!”
You sigh, sitting near Rafayel’s legs and providing empathetic pats to his back. If your daughter started using your name as an exclamation of anger, you would probably be dejected by it as well.
Your husband tries again. He turns around, hanging his head over the edge of the couch. An exaggerated pout hangs on his lips as he watches his daughter play with a rattle. She drops it, and immediately loses it.
“Dada!” She says angrily. Huffing, she reaches for the toy again with the slightest furrow in her brows.
You’re left consoling the babbling father again over your daughter’s new habit that is all his fault.
I hate that I don't have as much time to write rn bc my FINALS ARE APPROACHING AHHHH I'M NOT PREPARED ENOUGH I WROTE THIS IN BETWEEN STUDYING I'M STILL STUDYING IT'S LIKE 2AM HERE
