I just love the idea of unhinged, insatiable Zayne...
Anyone who looked at Zayne could see what a respectable man he was. Honest, down-to-earth, humble. Dedicated to his work and his wife. Kind and understanding with patients and residents alike. By the book. Controlled.
If only they knew.
Knew how when he came home from work, he expected you to be wet and waiting for him to use, either naked or barely covered. Knew how he would bracket your neck with his large hand, so suited for delicate cardiovascular work, and squeeze the sides until your blood flow was lessened and oblivion beckoned at the corners of your eyes. Knew how he would bend you over the closest surface, the counter, the couch, the shoe rack, and slide into you with staggering intensity while he crowded you in, arm around your waist to keep you where he wanted you. Knew how he would whisper filthy words in your ears as he pounded into you, strumming your clit with brutal efficiency. Knew how he would bite your shoulder or neck and leave bruises and hickeys behind. Knew how much he loved to watch your face when you came, mirrors strategically placed around your shared home for him to use. Knew how he would use his evol to make you squeal with a suddenly freezing fingertip against your nipple. Knew how he would fill you up over and over, for hours, until he could feel how full you were by lightly pressing on your stomach. Knew how he would beg you to stop taking birth control so he could breed you. Knew the sounds that poured from your lips as his breathy moans and growls suffused your mind until you were nodding, wanting nothing more than for him to keep going.
join me in my sylus brainrot. these are my own interpretations/views. mildly nsfw.
this man would absolutely ruin you for other men. I'm talking take you over mind, body, and soul and have you wanting him at all hours, needing his nearness. the depth of his devotion is such a drug and honestly, bring on the addiction.
he gives me major scent marking vibes. giving you a tongue bath and covering you in him so that at any point, he can smell himself on you, in you. also biting. marking in places where only you two know you're marked and then having additional smaller indicators to others that you are definitely taken. he loves to make your skin a tapestry of his love that you get to see every time you look in the mirror.
talking about desire, he is all about yours. whatever you want, material or physical, he will get it for you/give it to you. you want a plushie? he's obviously not above using his evol to get it for you. you want a night in just cooking together? he's already got kieren and luke out buying ingredients to make your favorite dish. you want to get wrecked in bed? he's got the toys, ties, and blindfold waiting on the chaise in the bedroom.
while he's definitely into physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time are his top two needs. he craves validation that you're enjoying yourself and him, and after so long apart (thinking about him post-myth, poor sweet bean), he needs that time with you doing whatever -- cooking, cleaning, listening to music, rotting in bed on the weekend, going on trips -- as long as you're together, he doesn't care what you're doing.
everyone agrees that he has a rough side when it comes to sex, but he definitely gives off soft pleasure dom vibes to me. he'll be as rough as you want him to be, but the aftercare is paramount, and while he'll call you whatever names you want in a praising or degrading way during sexual acts, he only wants to hear his own name from your lips. those intimate moments are when he wants to be identified most as the one who is entangled with you. after all, you are his number one priority, and he will not be denied your pleasure after all this time.
switch!zayne who comes home after a long day at the hospital and needs to lose himself in you when so many things have been out of his control
switch!zayne who doesn't say a word as he approaches you on the couch, gaze hard, peeling off his coat and shirt before grabbing the back of your head and devouring your mouth
switch!zayne who takes your clothes off in a rush, needing your skin on his as fast as possible, lips roaming across your face, neck, and collarbone as he strips you naked
switch!zayne who does a quick swipe to make sure you're wet before fucking two fingers into you until you're screaming his name into his mouth
switch!zayne who directs your hands to his pants and has you remove his last couple of layers, sitting next to you on the couch and pulling you to straddle his legs
switch!zayne whose first words are "please, I need you" as you settle onto his lap, rubbing your wet folds against his cock
switch!zayne who buries his face in your neck as you start to ride him, whispering too quietly for you to hear until you grab his chin and force him to look into your eyes
switch!zayne who melts in your gaze, moaning as you ride him slowly "eyes on me, doctor"
switch!zayne who begs for your orgasm as you drive him higher and higher, putting his thumb on your clit as you torture him with the slowness of your pace
switch!zayne who can't take it any longer and flips you onto your back, pressing your legs into his shoulders and taking on a brutal rhythm until both of you are gasping and crying out together
switch!zayne who lays on your sweaty chest, body still trembling, while you run your fingers through his hair, holding him tightly in silent support of his internal struggles
switch!zayne who kisses your lips and tells you about his day, reveling in the safety and comfort of your arms
this was initially going to be a very smutty, wild ride type of drabble, but my fingers had a mind of their own and here we are
Keeping things spicy sometimes means giving your boyfriend an app to control your toy while you're out for dinner.
Tags: public play, exhibitionism, app controlled sex toy, blow job, fingering, multiple orgasms, kinktober
Take the link to AO3, or read below the cut
Xavier’s hand swiped against the screen in slow strokes, each move deliberate. His eyes were trained on you, locked on your expression.
Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you fought the urge to let your eyes roll back in your head.
His hand squeezed your thigh beneath the table before his finger swiped along the screen again. A whimper filtered through your lips and his eyes darkened further.
The waiter sidled up to your table and set down the entrees you ordered.
Without looking up at him, Xavier gave him a quick “thank you.”
The waiter smiled and his eyebrows furrowed slightly before he turned to you. “Is there anything else I can get for you two?”
As you opened your mouth to answer, Xavier’s hand tightened on your thigh and his finger slid over the phone screen. You clamped your mouth shut and shook your head quickly. The waiter looked back over at Xavier, his brow furrowing deeper before he nodded and stepped away from your table.
Your legs hurt from how hard they were clenched together, and a more placid expression suffused Xavier’s features as he slid his finger again and the intensity lessened.
You glared at him half-heartedly over your food, taking a deep breath and letting your leg muscles relax. “When I agreed to this, I didn’t think you’d be punishing me along with the pleasure.”
He took a bite of his food and propped a hand on the table before dropping his chin into it and giving you a wan smile. “This was your idea.”
The reminder, coupled with the gentle buzzing that continued against your clit and cunt, made you bare your teeth at him. His eyes sparkled in response, his face slipping back into that calm, neutral facade you were so familiar with.
As you continued to eat, he tested your resolve, changing the rhythm or suddenly increasing the frequency of the vibrations. To an outsider, you were sure you looked like you were going through fits, hands clutching the edge of the table as you dropped your head to muffle your moans against a fist or squeezing your eyes closed.
Xavier, for his part, seemed perfectly content to eat and drive you to the brink of madness.
Eyes tracking downward, you could see that for all his stoicism, playing with you hands-free like this was affecting him too. The evidence of his own need pressed against the front of his pants, and every so often, when you were unable to fully hold in a sound of pleasure, his hips would shift just enough to be noticed. You had tried to reach out and place a hand over the hard length of him, but he had swiftly removed it, placing it back on your own lap.
As the sun set outside of the restaurant, Xavier’s teasing rose until you were standing on a cliff’s edge, his patterns keeping you from fully cresting the apex of your pleasure and instead, holding you on it as you longed for the drop.
Meal paid for and check signed, he guided you from the restaurant with a hand on your lower back. Your thighs were soaked, body twitchy with anticipation and need. Frustration filled your mind.
The walk back to your apartment had never felt so long.
Halfway home, his hand directed you toward an alleyway. You pressed back against his fingers, wanting to stay on the sidewalk, get home faster, find some relief, anything but this prolonged torture.
“Trust me,” he murmured into your hair, wrapping his arm further around you, and with a heavy sigh, you followed him.
The alley was barely lit, and as soon as you were about 10 feet in, he was on you.
His lips crashed against yours and a hand fisted in your hair. The length of his body pressed you into the side of a building and you moaned openly into his mouth. His other hand dove into your pants, pressing the toy to the side and off of your clit to replace it with his fingers. Two fingers circled your clit before shoving fully inside of you, taking up a rapid pace that had you almost screaming. The hand in your hair came to cover your mouth and he stared into your eyes with possessive fury.
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, shattering you into a thousand pieces. He kissed each of your cheeks gently before replacing the toy over your clit and stepping back.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he turned the vibration back up. He shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and dropped it to the ground between you before giving a single command. “On your knees, baby.”
You dropped willingly to the ground, knees meeting his jacket and easing the hard concrete. He pulled open the button of his pants and unzipped before your hands came up and eagerly pulled them down just enough to free his cock. The wet spot on the front of his underwear made your mouth water, and as soon as he was bared before you, your tongue flicked out to lick the shiny precum from his tip.
One of his hands fisted your hair away from your face while his other continued to control the toy in your panties. You sucked and licked him from crown to base, palming his balls and rolling them in your fingers, moaning as he drove your orgasm along with his.
Belatedly, you considered the fact that you were in an open area, that anyone from the street could walk down this alley and see you prostrate before Xavier, his dick in your mouth and his hand guiding you. The idea sent a zing of awareness through your body and only ratcheted the intensity of the moment higher.
His moans and groans spurred you on, and as your hips canted against the air, he started to thrust in earnest into your mouth. You looked up at him and felt a burst of pride at the open-mouthed, furrowed brow stare he gave you. Those molten sapphire eyes burned into you as he watched you take him in over and over again until your eyes closed and your rapture crested.
“Eyes on me,” he whispered, his thumb ghosting over your cheek.
You forced your eyes open again and held his as you both came, your moans humming against his cock and his filling your ears and echoing through the alleyway.
You swallowed him down and shook below him. Once he was cleaned to your satisfaction, you pulled off of him with a pop and leaned back against your heels. Your chest shifted with panted breaths and he leaned down to kiss you as he turned your toy back down to a lower setting. He helped you to your feet and picked his jacket up from the ground.
Leaning in to kiss you again, he took your hand and pulled you close, slipping his arm around your back to rest along your waist and steering you back out onto the sidewalk. He pulled his phone out and slid his finger on the screen. The sensation against your clit increased again and you let out a pained whine, looking up at him with rounded, begging eyes.
“Let’s see if we can make it home before you come again.”
“Okay! The egg tarts should be done in 8 minutes.” She turned toward Xavier with a smile. His body jiggled with anticipation.
“We could turn up the temperature so they cook faster?”
She shook her head derisively. “That's how you burnt them the last time, Xavier.” His brows dropped, the corners of his mouth turning down, and his eyes tracked to the floor. She poked him in the shoulder playfully. “Eight minutes is barely any time at all.”
He looked up at her and gave her a small smile. As he opened his mouth to retort, she heard a firm knock on her front door. Both of them turned toward it. “Are you expecting someone?” He asked, his soft voice hardening protectively.
“No…” she trailed off as she moved to look through the peephole. Her eyes widened and she reached for the door knob immediately, pulling it open with a surprised smile. “Caleb?”
“Hey, pip-squeak!” He pulled her in for a tight hug. Over her shoulder, his eyes locked onto Xavier, who was standing stock still in the kitchen, face tightened with displeasure. Caleb gave him a devilish smirk, eyes glinting with possessive intent. Xavier's fists tightened at his sides and his eyes narrowed.
She pulled back, stepping away as Caleb moved through the front door. He pushed his shoes off of his feet and ruffled her hair. She caught the tight expression on Xavier's face and braced herself. The two most possessive men I've ever met in one room together… fantastic. This will go well.
Caleb crossed his arms over his considerable chest and stared at Xavier with a blank expression. “I'm Caleb.”
Xavier nodded. “I heard.” He looked Caleb up and down slowly, eyes narrowed. “I'm Xavier.”
“I know,” Caleb replied. Their steely gazes were locked onto each other, neither one of them moving to look away first.
Her eyes ping-ponged between the two, squeezing her hands together nervously as the tension continued to mount. As the anxiety began to ratchet up inside of her, she turned toward Caleb again. “What brings you by, Caleb?”
With a grimace Xavier's direction (followed by a haughty little smirk from Xavier), he looked at her. “I was in the neighborhood today. Missed my girl. Figured I'd stop by and see if you wanted to go to the store with me and we could make some dinner together. Watch a movie.”
“Oh, I-”
“She's busy.” Xavier's voice cut in before she could finish.
Her head snapped over to Xavier, noting his hardened blue eyes. She turned back to Caleb, whose jaw was clenched. “Uh, well, y-you could join us… if you w-wanted,” she stuttered, at a loss for how to handle this new and incredibly awkward situation.
Thinking about it, it wasn't overly surprising that it had finally happened. Xavier and Caleb were both a big part of her life. Xavier was her partner, her coworker, her friend, and Caleb was her childhood best friend, her first crush, and her miracle when he had returned after a year out of nowhere. She just couldn't believe it was now. Here. In her apartment. In front of her egg tarts.
Another smirk from Caleb directed itself to Xavier. “I'd love to.” He sauntered over to the oven, peeking through the glass door at the contents. “What are you making?”
Xavier moved to block the oven, hands braced on his hips as he stepped into Caleb’s line of sight. “Nothing for you.”
“Xavier.” He looked over at her face, a crease between her brows as she tilted her head and mouthed “please behave” behind her hand. The effort seemed to have the opposite of her intended effect though, as he turned back toward Caleb, whose smirk had only grown wider.
“What’s the matter, little prince? Cat got your tongue?” Xavier’s eyes flashed and his fingers twitched, the lights in the apartment flickering.
“Caleb!”
“All good, pip-squeak. I’ll behave.” He put his own hands on his hips and leaned back against the counter. Sparks seemed to shoot between the two. A heavy silence fell. Her arms crossed and tensed over her chest, waiting for something to happen… anything…
The timer blared from the small screen on the oven. Breathing a quick sigh of relief that she had something to do besides watch the two of them engage in a heated staring contest, she slipped around the kitchen island and took the proffered oven mitt Xavier was holding out to her. Xavier shuffled to the side as she pulled the oven door open, the smell of buttery pastry and sweet custard enveloping the space. She took a deep breath in of the comforting smell before reaching in to pull the tart tray from the oven.
Caleb stepped out, setting down the cooling rack over her shoulder on the counter. She gave him a little smile over her shoulder and placed the tarts on top of it.
“So, how long have you two known each other?” Caleb asked.
“Over a year,” Xavier began, “at least, on this planet.”
“I’ve known her for her entire life on ‘this planet’.” Caleb’s air quotes hung in the space between the three of them.
Defuse the situation… you’re an elite hunter for Astra’s sake… “Does it really matter how long both of you have known me for? We all meet people at different points of our lives.”
They both turned toward her with raised eyebrows and answered at the same time. “Yes.”
“Oh, well, I mean, it doesn’t really matter who has known me the longest. You both know me really well.”
A dark look crossed over Caleb’s face. “You’re right, pip-squeak. We may know you really well… but how well do you know us?” Xavier stared at the side of his head before looking at her as well.
“What?”
Caleb took a step forward, and she moved backward out of the kitchen, “We could probably go back and forth all day with the things we each know about you, but the real test is how well you know us.”
Xavier nodded, stepping forward as well.
“How about a little test, pip? Whoever you know better gets to stay,” he looked over at Xavier. “And the one you know the least has to leave.”
Xavier nodded quickly. “Deal.”
“Excuse me? Do I get a choice in any of this? Or is this happening whether I want it to or not?”
Xavier moved to the kitchen and pulled a dish towel from one of the cabinets. Suddenly working in tandem, he gently took her hand and pulled her toward a chair by the table that Caleb was already pulling out to face them. Sitting down gingerly, still not convinced this was a good idea, Xavier folded the dish towel into a strip and murmured, “Close your eyes, but tell me if this is too tight.”
The last thing she saw was Caleb glaring at the side of Xavier’s head. With nothing but the soft fabric of the towel and darkness behind her lids, she clenched her hands around the bottom edge of the chair.
“We need rules,” she squeaked out, her ears tuned to the smallest sounds around her, anticipation riding high. The smallest shuffling sound of socks on the hardwood floor caused goosebumps to rise on her arms.
“Hands only, safe zones - hands, head, and arms; we don’t talk, and she has to tell us who just touched her.”
Without her sight, she assumed that Xavier nodded in acquiescence. More shuffling sounds reached her straining ears, and she pressed her back into the cushion of the chair.
Fingertips lightly touched her arm and she jumped. The fingertips flattened into a hand and smoothed down her arm to cup her wrist soothingly. She reached out and squeezed the hand lightly, running her own fingers along the wrist and fingers, paying particular attention to the calluses she knew. The smooth texture of the skin with a lack of scars or calluses gave it away. “Caleb,” she said confidently. “It’s your right hand. I can tell due to the unnatural smoothness of the artificial skin.” His hand formed a thumbs-up in her hand and she smiled. He pulled his hand back and the pounding of her heartbeat settled in her ears once more.
The next touch started on her upper arm and then lifted away for a moment, landing back on her cheek, the thumb stroking across her cheekbone gently. She leaned into it, lifting her hand to slide along his forearm. The veins beneath the skin pulsed softly against her fingers, and she licked her lips as the thought of running her tongue along them slid like oil through her consciousness. She pressed softly against the veins, scraping her nails lightly on the skin, resisting the urge to turn her face into the hand cupping her cheek and lick it. “Caleb again,” she whispered, tilting her head back slightly and taking a deep breath through her nose.
A thumb pressed into her hand and she smiled. “Right again, huh?”
There was a shuffle and a brief scuffling sound before a small flash of light was visible through the blindfold. “Everything okay?” The light faded and another shuffle sounded before a hand landed on the top of her head. It smoothed down her hair, then was joined by a second hand that pushed against her jaw and moved her hair back behind her ears. One hand moved inward toward her chin, the thumb hooking over her lip and pressing against her bottom teeth, while the other hand hooked under her ear and tilted her head back slightly. The warmth of someone’s legs pressed on either side of hers. A small gasp left her mouth and her tongue tapped the tip of the thumb hooked on her lower lip. She reached up tentatively, her hands gripping both of the arms above her. As she explored the width of the forearms and the sprinkling of hair coating the veins, the thumb in her mouth shifted up and over her teeth, pressing her tongue down into her mouth. Her lips instinctively closed around the digit, and she sucked lightly. A muffled groan leaked from her instigator’s direction, and she strained to pick up on whose voice it might have been.
“Xavier?”
Abruptly, the hand was pulled from her mouth and she heard light smacks followed by grunts. What the hell is going on?
A thumb pressed against her palm and she tilted her head. “Okay? So, that was Xavier?” Nothing but the sound of heavier breathing accompanied her question.
A hand reached out and touched her chin, and her mouth dropped open in shock. Almost immediately, two fingers shoved mid-way into her mouth and her teeth dropped down on them lightly. The fingers swirled around her tongue and pushed in before slipping back out and pushing in again.
Much like the last time, the second hand came up and cupped her jaw while the two fingers in her mouth pressed in and out. The sensuality of the fingers fucking her mouth with the tenderness of the hand cupping her head sent little curls of heat rushing down her spine and into her core, wetting her panties. Her legs pressed together and her hands fisted against her thighs as she let her head fall backward and little moans and pants escaped her. The tingling sensation of eyes watching her, two sets of eyes no less, had her shifting slightly in the chair. The awareness of both men watching as her mouth was fucked into, drool lightly trailing from the corner of her mouth, seemed to heighten every sensation. It was thrilling to be blinded and left to pure feeling when the two of them could see everything that was happening.
“Fuck, that’s hot…” she heard Caleb whisper. “Look at her face.” A low mumble she didn’t catch from Xavier answered him, and she tried to focus on something other than the growing need that was taking over her body and mind. The fingers in her mouth scissored open, causing her jaw to drop, and another finger joined the two within her. Needing something, she pressed her hands together and shoved them between her thighs, the heels pressed at the center of her heat. She rocked gently against her hands, the rasp of her denim pants barely giving her the friction she wanted.
“You need something, pip?” Caleb’s voice cut through the haze that was beginning to blanket her mind in pleasurable fog. “You look like you’re trying to get something we haven’t given you permission to have yet.”
She tried to answer, but the obstruction of her tongue made it so more drool slipped between their fingers and down her chin.
“I think she’s trying to tell us something. What do you think?” Caleb’s teasing voice said.
“I think we should punish her for being greedy,” Xavier responded.
Her cunt clenched. Xavier was mostly docile, but in the passionate moments they had shared before, she had learned he had a dominant and somewhat mean streak that she loved.
All three fingers were pulled from her mouth, and she whimpered at the loss. “Please?”
“Please what?” Xavier’s voice had hardened into that tell-tale dominance, and she wriggled with excitement at what that meant. She could feel her nipples hardening to peaks within the cups of her bra. The fabric rubbed against the sensitive buds as she moved, and a little whine slipped out.
“You like when he tells you what to do, huh?” Caleb asked, voice tinged with jealousy. “Yet whenever I try to tell you to do something, all I get are arguments.”
Xavier’s low chuckle sounded from next to her, and she flinched briefly at the realization he had moved around her and she didn’t hear him. “Maybe she just likes when I tell her what to do more.” Haughty. As if he had won some imaginary contest between the two of them. A hand trailed along her neck as he moved behind her, and she swallowed heavily.
In a sudden rush, she was moving upward, her body weightless under the grip of Caleb’s evol.
“Alright, little prince. Let’s take things up a notch then.”
Hands, Caleb’s she presumed, gripped her around the hips and her weight fell over his shoulder. Her head dropped down his back and hands gripped his shirt tightly as a huff pressed out of her at the sudden pressure against her lungs. The feeling was temporary though, as moments later, she was flung from his shoulder and landed heavily on the soft down of her comforter. Slightly disoriented, her head spun and she planted her hands in the blankets, gripping them as she tried to find her equilibrium.
There was a dip at her side as someone sat next to her prone body. The back of a hand caressed her cheek and began to trail down her face, moving along her neck before traversing the valley between her breasts to her stomach.
“You’re practically panting, baby,” Xavier whispered in her ear as another set of hands gripped her hips and slid up her sides. Another dip of the mattress between her legs as Caleb climbed onto the bed near her feet made her stomach clench. Her moan burst loudly from her as the hands on her sides moved down slightly before pushing up underneath her shirt and skimming the bottom edge of her bra. “You want us to touch you that much?”
She nodded hard. “Yes. I want both of you.”
The hands paused in their movements, and tension, hot and thick and vaguely uncomfortable settled between the three of them as her words hit their ears.
Caleb said something first. “At the same time?”
She nodded again and let out an exasperated sigh when neither of them said anything else. “You two started this. If you weren’t so damned competitive, we wouldn’t even be having this discussion.” She moved her hand to lift the blindfold and one of their hands stopped her. “I’ve been with both of you separately, after all. I know what I’m getting into.”
The hands on her body all tightened at once, as if both men were angry about that information.
“In that case, I look forward to erasing any trace of him from you,” Caleb growled lowly.
A scoff from near her head was all Xavier deigned to respond with.
“Any limits?” Caleb asked, his hands pushing up against her bra and moving it above her breasts.
“Nobody in my butt,” she panted out as his palms dragged over her nipples. Both men let out short chuckles before their hands continued to move. “Do I have to keep the blindfold on?”
A resounding yes from both of them was her answer.
The hands worked together to remove her shirt, and now knowing that Caleb was perched on the bed between her legs and Xavier was by her head, she tried to track who was doing what.
A hand slid behind her and unclasped her bra before two more pulled it down each arm and off of her body. Almost immediately, two mouths descended on her nipples. Her back arched into them as they licked and sucked and palmed her. Caleb’s hand moved down her stomach, causing the muscles to ripple in his wake, and unbuttoned the top button of her pants, dragging the zipper down. One of Xavier’s hands, previously occupied with kneading the breast he was sucking, followed in its wake and crept beneath the newly exposed waistband of her panties.
His hand cupped her sex, deft fingers immediately finding and circling her clit with practiced precision. Hands feeling empty, she lifted one to card through Xavier’s hair, pulling lightly at the root as his hand dipped further, fingers coating in her slick before moving back to glide against her clit with perfect pressure.
Caleb popped off of her nipple with a growl, fingers digging into the waistbands of her pants and underwear and pulling them roughly down her legs, before discarding them somewhere on the floor. View now unobstructed, he watched as Xavier’s fingers flicked and spiraled against her clit, looking up at her face, lips parted in pleasured sighs and moans at his attention. A pang of possessive fury squeezed his heart and he moved onto his knees, pushing her legs apart and tipping his head forward to push his tongue into her molten core.
A little scream was his reward as he delved between her lips with his tongue, spearing her as deeply as he could as Xavier continued to work her clit above him.
“Oh fuck!”
Caleb smirked against her, looking up to see the angry glint in Xavier’s eyes grow as his mouth continued to work her nipple, his teeth biting down lightly and causing her to jump slightly and arch away from his mouth. Xavier’s fingers continued to pressure her clit, the two of them in silent understanding that their goal was to make her come as hard as possible.
Her moans continued to crescendo, and her unoccupied hand dove into Caleb’s hair, pressing his face deeper into her cunt as her hips canted into their combined onslaught. Caleb could feel her beginning to pulse against his tongue, and he shoved two fingers into her heat, pushing up into the spongy patch at the front edge of her pussy until she was clamping down on him, her cum squirting into his mouth and dripping down his chin as she came with a scream of his name. Xavier’s fingers retreated and he grabbed her face, shoving his tongue into her mouth as Caleb continued to lick her through the aftershocks.
“That was so hot, baby.” Caleb’s muffled voice filtered through her pleasure-hazed mind before Xavier was stealing her attention.
“If you’re gonna scream his name, you’d better be screaming mine too.” Xavier’s voice was like velvety thunder in her ear, anger tinging his words before he grabbed her face and nipped her bottom lip, hard. Her hands came up to cup his face, pussy still trembling from her orgasm, and clenching with his words. He pulled back abruptly, and she reached into the empty space he had just occupied.
Caleb kissed his way across her soaked lips before continuing up to her pelvis and lower stomach. The sound of a belt and rustling fabric hit her ears around the wet sounds of Caleb’s fingers probing her still slick cunt.
Before she had a chance to react, she was moving, her lower half swinging toward the edge of the bed and away from Caleb’s hands. She heard a bark of protest before Xavier’s cool voice interrupted him. “Thanks for getting her ready for me.” His cock pressed against her entrance, and he swiped it up and down through her juices before the head pushed into her. She let out a long, low groan of his name and he let his head fall back with a blissful smile on his face. The initial stretch of him filling her was familiar, yet felt different, knowing Caleb was watching as Xavier claimed her in front of him.
Pushing her legs down to either side of her torso and reaching up to palm a breast, Xavier began to thrust into her.
Caleb shucked his own clothes off quickly, shooting Xavier a glare before crawling up the bed and kneeling next to her head.
“Don’t forget about me, baby,” Caleb said, turning her head gently and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled as Xavier continued to thrust, her moans filling Caleb’s mouth. Her hands tangled in Caleb’s hair.
“Could never forget about you,” she whispered against Caleb’s lips. His forehead rested against hers as he soaked her in, imagining her eyes locked on his beneath the blindfold.
With another long kiss to her lips, Caleb sat back on his heels, scooting forward until his knees were next to her head. He leaned over like a table above her head, his abs above her face and his hand on the mattress on the opposite side of her head while the other gripped his cock and pressed it to her lips. “Open up…” Her mouth dropped open and he tapped himself against her tongue before pushing it into the heat of her mouth. Xavier gave her a particularly hard thrust and she shook, her lips closing around the head of Caleb’s dick. Caleb began to thrust into her mouth as Xavier continued to thrust into her cunt. Setting a tandem rhythm, the two men looked at each other, both with competitive fury still burning in their pupil-blown eyes.
“Don’t get too comfortable, little prince,” Caleb snarled, watching as Xavier disappeared inside of her over and over. “You’re just filling in until she’s ready to take me.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, dog,” Xavier retorted, eyes dropping as he worked to stave off his own pleasure.
Her moans were rising in pitch, and Xavier’s fingers began to work at her clit again. Her hand came up and cupped Caleb’s balls gently but firmly, giving them a small squeeze and causing him to let out a surprised groan. Both men watched as she started to give in to the pleasure moving through her body, taking in each miniscule change in her expression and watching the way her nipples strained against her skin and her back arched, even as she choked herself on Caleb’s cock with enthusiastic sucks and licks.
Xavier laced his fingers through hers in her free hand, leaning forward and kissing her hand before commanding, “resonate with me.” Without any hesitation on her part, light began to grow between their joined hands and then exploded around the room in a glittering burst of sparks as she came. She screamed his name around Caleb’s cock, and he pulled out of her mouth with an agitated growl. Xavier continued to thrust through her orgasm, his skin glowing as if lit from within with a thousand fireflies before he bent forward and bit her breast, coming with a growl.
Not giving him a chance to pull out, Caleb used his evol to maneuver her off of Xavier’s cock and flip her onto her stomach, lifting her hips to present themselves in front of where he knelt, her head resting against the blankets. Sweat beaded along her back and slid down her spine toward her head as Caleb’s hand gripped her hair into a pony and pulled her back against him, pushing himself into her without warning. She cried out and arched her back, pushing into him.
Xavier was still half-hard and Caleb could feel the heat of his ire burning the side of his face before Xavier crawled in front of her and slid himself beneath her body gracefully, stroking her hair back from her face and whispering in her ear as Caleb began to thrust into her in earnest. She gave a small nod even as she moaned wantonly. Xavier’s hand pushed into her hair and held the ponytail in front of Caleb’s hand, pushing his hand away before sitting further up against the pillows and guiding her mouth onto his hardening dick.
She sunk her mouth down onto him, her continued mewls and moans muffled, but loud enough that both men could still hear her. Content to let Xavier hold her hair, Caleb leaned forward over her back and gripped her breasts in his hands.
“You like both of us fucking you, don’t you, dirty girl?”
She squealed as he pinched one of her nipples and nodded against Xavier’s cock.
“Who fucks you better? Me or him?” Xavier asked, pushing her hair away from her face and remaking the pony.
She shook her head, refusing to answer.
Caleb leaned back, smacking her ass cheek and gripping her hips. “Don’t wanna tell us? Fine. We’ll see if you’re still conscious when we’re done with you.”
With another harsh slap on her cheek, red blooming across the skin, he dug his fingers into her hips and began to thrust faster. She garbled unintelligible words around Xavier’s cock and Caleb leaned forward again, sinking his teeth into her back, wanting his own mark to adorn her skin opposite of Xavier’s.
Caleb’s hands gripped her, hips thrusting hard, each slam into her causing her breasts to sway with the force. Her orgasm hit her suddenly this time, her cunt clenching him hard as he thrust through it, head bowing as he forced himself to hold on to his sanity for just a little bit longer. She pulled her mouth off of Xavier’s cock and Caleb vaguely heard him say, “You’re doing so well, baby, but we’re not done yet,” before moving her mouth back to his dick and stroking her cheek lovingly. Caleb shook his head, not wanting to see the connection the two of them clearly had and the way Xavier cared for her.
Renewing his efforts, he moved his hand around her waist to orbit her clit in tight circles as he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of her around him. Within minutes, she was tensing and on the cusp of another orgasm, Caleb riding the edge of his own and Xavier, with his head resting back against the headboard and his eyes locked on her mouth around him, moaning in unison as all of them simultaneously reached their peak. Tears began to track down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold as her cunt clamped down around Caleb’s dick, Caleb yelling her name as Xavier bit down on his lip and groaned loudly.
Xavier pulled her head up, her tongue wrapping around him and licking him clean, murmuring words of praise as Caleb shifted backward, his dick sliding free. He used his thumb to hold her hole open, watching as the combined mixture of his and Xavier’s cum began to drip thickly from her body and onto the blanket below. Caleb pushed back until he was off of the bed as she collapsed onto Xavier’s chest, his hands smoothing through her hair gently and stroking her face as more tears slid down her cheeks and along the divots of Xavier’s abs.
Caleb padded to her bathroom, pulling a washcloth from the cabinet and running it under warm water before returning to the bedroom and using his evol to gently lift her lower half to clean between her legs and wipe away the puddle of cum on her comforter. He then used the same washcloth to wipe himself off, tossing it to Xavier as he slid onto the bed and pulled her into his arms and off of Xavier’s chest.
Xavier let out a grunt of displeasure as the now cold cloth hit his chest, but cleaned himself off nonetheless before getting up to rinse it out and put it in the sink.
Caleb pulled the makeshift blindfold from her head, her bleary, tear dampened eyes blinking up at him and smiling as he kissed her forehead then her lips. “You cry so pretty, baby,” he whispered against her lips, kissing a final tear from her cheek as Xavier crawled into the bed behind her.
The men stared at each other over her head, and she looked between the two of them, letting out a sigh before pulling them both down and mumbling, “If fucking me at the same time didn’t take the edge off, you’re gonna have to let me sleep for a bit before I’m ready to deal with what comes next.”
With a silent nod and a hand on her jaw to turn her head toward him, Xavier kissed her gently on the lips, pulling her head into the crook of his neck as she turned her body in his direction. Caleb spooned against her from behind, hand possessively draped over her lower stomach to keep her ass against his pelvis. Nodding at Xavier with a single, shallow dip of his head, the two men laid their heads back on the pillows and chose to enjoy this brief moment of peace.
Tags: mole worship, fellatio, fluff and smut, p in v sex, drabble
Feel free to take the link or read the drabble below the cut.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63423952
Mornings like this were your favorite. When the light slowly began to filter through the gauzy curtains of Rafayel’s bedroom and gently lit his face with soft, pink light, breaths even and light. Despite his sprawled position across the pillows and the tangled state of the blankets, his face wore a peaceful expression, mouth opened slightly as his chest rose and fell with even breaths.
Ethereal. It was the only word that fit to describe him.
Leaning up on your elbow, you drew your fingertips along the contours of his chest and torso, sleepy, incoherent murmurs slipping from Rafayel’s lips, his head shifting with momentary restlessness as your touch skated along his skin. Your lips tilted up in an indulgent smile, and despite the exhaustion you knew he likely still felt after the activity of the night before, your appreciation couldn’t wait a second longer. Pulling his left arm up from the bed and into your hands, you turned and kissed the two moles on his forearm, moving up toward his elbow and kissing the third just before the crease. Rafayel groaned in his sleep, shifting again slightly as you adjusted upward to kiss the next mole on his shoulder.
Pulling his arm from your grasp, he rolled toward you, effectively cutting you off from his left side entirely. Letting out a huff of derisive laughter, you sat up and climbed over him, depositing yourself behind him and against his right shoulder. Leaning forward, you kissed the mole on the back of his right shoulder, Rafayel pushing it back into your lips, letting out another whine when you remained undeterred. You pulled his arm until he rolled onto his back and swung your leg over his blanketed hips, straddling him. He threw his left arm over his eyes dramatically.
“Some of us are still trying to sleep,” he grumbled up at you.
You hummed in agreement briefly before picking his right arm up and kissing the mole near his elbow, then down to the two on his forearm. He pulled his arm from his eyes and looked up at you with bleary, sleep-riddled eyes.
“I take it I’m not allowed to sleep anymore?”
You hummed in the affirmative again, leaning in and kissing the mole adjacent to the bridge of his nose. He sighed heavily, hands lifting to pull you closer until he plastered your upper body to his, skin to skin. You let your arms fold against his chest as you leaned in, placing rapid kisses along his jawline, then ending with a kiss to each heavy eyelid.
“You were just so pretty.” You kissed the mole below his right eye. “I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” Another quick kiss to the mole next to the right side of his nose. “Or my lips.”
He scoffed and a blush stole across his cheekbones, even as he kept his eyes shut, shy in the light of your early morning attention.
You shimmied down his body, skin dragging against skin as you wedged your knees between his legs, his arms loosening around you as you kissed along his neck. The blush on his skin was spreading to his ears and his upper chest.
“So, so pretty in the morning light.” He squirmed again, covering his face with his arms again, even as he leaned into your lips against him. You smiled against him, kissing hickeys you had sucked into the skin of his clavicle and shoulders, making sure to spend a moment sucking each one gently again to refresh their color. Rafayel moaned beneath you, but kept his arms in place over his eyes. You kissed the mole on the left side of his neck, just above a bite mark you had given him, then made your way down to his chest. Following the line of his sternum, you kissed each mole in your path with dedication, not a single one of the three in your path missing your attention. You nibbled along his pecs, giving long flat licks to each nipple, enjoying the breathy sounds that Rafayel was attempting to hide from you.
“What are you doing?” He whined as you sucked a nipple, scraping your teeth lightly against it.
“Worshipping you, your highness,” You teased.
His arms dropped from his face and his eyes burned with a sudden awake intensity, the pink and blue pools fiery.
His eyebrow raised in amusement and he repositioned his arms behind his head. You smiled up at him as you shifted down further, targeting the other marks and moles you could see, eyes flicking up to him to find him watching you with his lips slightly parted. The rise and fall of his chest and the rapid beat of his heart thrilled you. Each drag of your lips as you moved lower and lower made your own heartbeat kick up into an excited beat. Sitting back onto your heels, you pulled the blankets from where they were wedged between you, his morning wood a solid weight against your hand as you freed the remainder of his covered body from the sheet.
Using your feet to push the covers lower, you slid your body down until your face was even with his pelvic bone. Rafayel moaned again when you kissed just to the side of his hardened length, hands kneading into his inner thighs, letting your teeth scrape down, avoiding his clearly needy cock. Rafayel lifted his hips, trying to push your mouth closer to where he wanted it.
You laughed, low and sensual, and Rafayel’s eyes briefly closed as he heard it. “Patience, fishie.”
You let your hands drag as your lips trailed along the strong muscles of his legs, pushing them along the exterior of his powerful thighs before dragging your fingertips up and down his sides and bracketing his cock. His hips bucked up with a quiet needy noise and feeling merciful, you wrapped your thumb and pointer finger around the base of him, pulling upward until all of the fingers of your hand were wrapped firmly around him. You tilted your hand so that your mouth could find the single mole on the underside of his cock, lips lingering until he whined again. You pushed your tongue into the delicate skin and made a long, slow lick up the vein that throbbed alongside him to the head, swirling it around and collecting his precum on your tongue. You looked up at him to see his pupils dilated, arms tense behind his head.
“Such a good boy.” You licked him again and his head fell back, letting out a desperate sounding moan before his head snapped back up to watch you.
You took him into your mouth, laving his cock with alternating sucks and licks on each pass up and down. You let the morning glow bathe both of you with light, keeping your pace slow and sensual, focusing more on creating as much sensation as possible for both of you rather than speed. Rafayel watched you with an anguished look on his face, giving up holding his arms behind his head to push his fingers into your hair on either side of your face, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs as he moaned.
When he started thrusting shallowly into your mouth, you pulled away and kissed your way back up his body, pressing a long kiss to the area where your bond was now glowing beneath his skin. Rafayel’s hands remained in your hair the entire time, pulling you closer and closer to his face where his lips were parted and waited for yours.
As soon as your body was laid atop his again, he rolled you on your back, caging you in with his arms as your tongues met and parted over and over again, his hips rutting slowly against your weeping slit, sliding against your clit on each pass. He pulled back to position his cock against you, sliding in slowly, both of you moaning in satisfaction as you became one again. He pulled your legs up to hook over his hips, and your arms wrapped loosely over Rafayel’s shoulders, lips continuing to meet, moans caught in each other’s mouths as Rafayel slowly worked you both higher and higher.
When your orgasm finally took you, it was long and deep and you kissed Rafayel harder, even as his own hips pushed into you slightly harder as he came inside of you. He continued to thrust even after his orgasm ended, prolonging your own until you were whining into his lips and he stilled, staying seated inside of you. Kissing across your nose and cheeks, he rolled so you were splayed on his chest.
“Now sleep,” He whispered, his own eyes closed and breathing beginning to deepen. In the warm embrace of his body, his heartbeat fluttering against your cheek, you couldn’t help but follow him back into dreams.
random zayne headcannons I've been entertaining myself with today because work sucks. these are my own takes. bit of fluff, bit of nsfw.
zayne is a big ol' softie. he's analytical and straight-forward, but his emotions are like an iceberg. there is a wealth of depth below the surface that others don't get to see, just you. he comes off unfeeling and taciturn, but his actions speak a different language altogether. it is only with you he is able to open up and talk about what is really going on in his heart and his head.
he is also an absolute child at heart. from the sweet, wholesome roleplays to the games like Kitty Cards he plays with you, he is able to let down his guard and heal his inner child when you are together. he loves spending evenings watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling up on the couch together as well as helping (or attempting to help) you capture new plushies at the arcade.
I've got it in my head that he is also fairly touch-starved. while his job gives him a large amount of clinical touch, being touched and touching others in a less professional setting is uncomfortable to him. it could stem from his fear of his evol as well as just not receiving a lot of touch throughout his life. he's not big on pda, though he will hold your hand or offer you his arm while you walk together, but wants to be as close as physically possible when you two are alone together. this may stem from the fact that he practically raised himself as a child and took on the mantle of doctor at a young age.
he's a bit of a neat freak. he likes a clean space both work-wise and at home, and will maintain a clean space almost compulsively. the only time he doesn't mind mess is when he's making you into one. he loves seeing you disheveled and sweaty and messy because of him and thrives on you making a mess out of him in those moments, too.
he's a switch. I will die on this hill. his job can be chaotic and unpredictable, and he loves to have control in the bedroom on difficult days, but is absolutely pussy drunk for you at other times. in my hc, he's a virgin when he and you start dating, because he's focused on work his entire life and has never taken his own needs into account. you help him get in touch with the sexual side of himself that he has been repressing and it is an unleashing. he's methodical in how he learns to pleasure you and thrives on praise that he's doing well and making you feel good. this doesn't make him clinical in bed, just very focused on you and how you feel, determined to have you cum a minimum of twice before he lets himself push inside of you. the more he learns, the more eager he is, making him rather insatiable in the bedroom (or on the couch or in the kitchen because our sweet man is ready to GO).
in addition to his switchy nature, he likes to try new things with you sexually. cockwarming, temperature play, sensory deprivation with blindfolds... anything that increases your awareness of his every touch (or vice versa) and gets him close to you is fair game.
the longer you date, the less overtime he takes on at work. he learns to better delegate and trust the other doctors in favor of coming home at a decent hour to make you dinner or stop by a bakery for a surprise dessert on his way home. weeks when you're out on assignment out of town, he overworks himself because he hates going home to an empty apartment.
if these seem ooc, my apologies. I hit 30 days of playing lads today, so I'm still getting to know these characters better.
Tags: voyeurism, masturbation, mentions of violence (not against FMC), PIV, creampie
Full fic below the cut or you can take the link.
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Darkness had fully blanketed Linkon by the time your hurried steps took you to your apartment building’s doors. A last minute mission with a particularly stubborn Wanderer had demolished your plan to get home early to call Caleb for your nightly chat. Taking another anxious look at your phone, the 8 missed calls and 13 unanswered texts from him glared menacingly from the apps on your screen. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck, knowing that the sheer number of notifications was a bad omen when it came to your rather unpredictable and possessive boyfriend.
Boyfriend. A new label he had given himself the last time he visited, not content to be introduced as a friend anymore, especially around your friends and other men. It wasn’t enough that he owned your mind and body, he wanted everyone to know it, too. Heaven forbid any coworkers saw you as a potential love interest. The thought alone made you swallow heavily.
Pressing the elevator button repeatedly in hopes it would come down faster, your heart began to pound for an entirely different reason. You had spent the whole day teasing him in between work missions. Knowing he was coming back from his own mission this afternoon, you’d had the bright idea to send him some tasteful nude photos you took this past weekend and rather sexual texts, all with the intent for him to see them as soon as he landed and was within range to receive them again. Build up for tonight’s call. Then work ran late… and here you were, trapped in the lobby of your building, praying to gods who probably weren’t listening to get you into your apartment as fast as possible.
The sudden ding of the elevator doors opening in front of you drove you to action and you quickly entered, pressed your floor’s number, and spammed the “close door” button. Your foot tapped nervously on the tiled floor as the elevator finally began its ascent, floors seemingly passing slower and slower the closer you got. Dashing from the elevator seconds after it landed on your floor, you ran down the hall to your apartment and jammed your finger onto the sensor.
“Error. Please try again.” Sighing heavily, you pressed your finger down more firmly.
“Error. Please try again.”
“Come ON!” Your frustration was beginning to boil over as you pressed your finger down one more time, rolling it back and forth lightly on the pad to get it to read. With the small chime of success and a quick press of the doorknob, you stumbled in your front door. The entryway light dimly lit your path as you hurriedly threw down your bag and unlaced and removed your boots. Free of your shoes and bag, you padded into your living room, stopping suddenly as a small gasp escaped your lips.
With only a light glow from his phone screen and the entryway light shining on him, Caleb sat menacingly in the darkness of your living room. The armchair he rested in belayed a comfortable relaxation, but his face was anything but. “Caleb?” You craned your neck to look at him more closely, taking a couple of steps forward in an attempt to see him better.
He was leaned back in the chair, still wearing his uniform pants, which you noticed were undone at the top, as if he had released the button to give himself more room to breathe. His bare chest and abs shone with a light red tint from the mingling lights, casting him in a sinister glow, the shadows playing against the divots and curves of his body, and on his head, his colonel’s hat rested as if he had just come off duty. The metallic glint of his right arm winked from the armrest while his left hand rested against his face, just below his lips. He was smiling. Your legs trembled. Even knowing him as he was now, intimidating and taciturn, he could still make your body react with primal fear at times when caught off guard. His eyes took you in, one detail at a time, resting on each part of your body as if looking for some grave injury or illness that may have caused your delay. Finding nothing, his eyes hardened further.
“Welcome home, pip-squeak. Long day?”
Your eyes were locked on his, watching for any change in expression or twitch in his powerful body. Your legs were tense and ready to run at a moment’s notice. When none came, you shifted from one foot to the other, crossed your arms protectively across your chest, and answered him. “I had a mission that ran long. Nothing we couldn’t handle.” You paused briefly for any reaction. Nothing. “I thought we were video calling tonight?”
He hummed briefly. “That was the original plan, wasn’t it?” He swiped on his screen and your eyes snagged on a familiar photo. Your mouth dropped open in shock. Noting your reaction, he continued to swipe through the nudes you had sent him today. Despite his slow perusal, his eyes were still on you, a predator watching his prey. “Bold of you to send me such sensitive information when I could have pulled these up by accident in front of anyone.” His eyes glinted as his head tilted toward his left hand, still resting against his chin. “What exactly was your plan for us this evening when you sent these pictures?”
Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, and you swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “I assumed we could spend some time on a video call together.”
He quirked an eyebrow. His smile hadn’t faltered this entire time. Your stomach roiled with butterflies at the lewd thoughts you’d shared via text with him today. “You were going to make me watch?” His voice was so soft, but the undercurrent spoke of danger. Goosebumps broke out along your arms and his keen eyes seemed to notice.
“No?” Your uncertain tone coupled with an apologetic smile had his smile sliding off of his face.
“You’re lying, pip-squeak.” He closed the phone screen, pitching both of you into a deeper darkness. The entryway light’s glow was only so strong this far away. He shifted in the chair, leaning forward until his arms rested on his knees, hands clasped together as he stared up at you from under the brim of his hat. His eyes were so dark they looked almost black, pupils expanded over the usually brilliant purple of his irises.
“Caleb,” you whispered. Another tremor rocketed up your spine and he smiled with predatory intent as he noticed your light shaking. He was like a viper coiled to strike, and you, a harmless mouse, were about to become his meal.
“Scared?” He stood up slowly, taking deliberately measured steps toward you. Despite your instinct to step back, you stood your ground, tightening your arms banded in front of your chest and staring up at him defiantly.
“As if.” Your voice wavered slightly, and internally, you berated yourself for how weak you sounded.
His left hand moved toward your face, brushing a strand of hair that had come loose from your braid back behind your ear. His fingertips grazed your neck as he let his hand trail downward, and another small shiver moved through you at the gentle but intimate touch. Struck stock still, you breathed in short bursts as his head moved forward, leaning down to your neck rather than your face.
His quiet chuckle brushed your ear as his nose bumped your pulse point. He lifted his head and you could feel his lips moving against your earlobe as he whispered, “Such brave words for such a scared little bird.” His left hand came up to snake around your waist, pulling you in closer to him, your feet making stuttered steps as he dragged your torso closer to his own.
You squeezed your arms tightly with your hands as the pressure of his body increased against yours. Much like his evol, Caleb was like gravity, ensnaring you in his orbit whether you wanted to be or not. His face continued its sensory trail along your neck and jawline before his mouth returned to your ear.
“Someone saw me open one of your pictures,” he began. Your eyes widened and a rush of air escaped your mouth. You turned your face toward him abruptly.
“What?!”
His eyes met yours, and they were flinty and hard. His voice was just as dark and angry. “Don’t worry, I made sure he wouldn’t see ever again.” You squirmed in his grip and untangled your arms, trying to push him away. His arm was like a steel band around your middle though, and you were unable to get any kind of distance.
“Caleb, did you kill him?” You searched for any kind of answer and when he didn’t say anything, you pushed against his chest again. “Caleb!”
His hands moved so quickly that you were unable to stop him before he gave you a couple of shakes, hands repositioned on your upper arms. “Nobody gets to see you like that but me. Do you understand?”
You shook your head and hit his chest with your fist repeatedly as you demanded an answer again. “Did. You. Kill. Him!”
Exasperation suddenly burst out of him, “Why do you care? He saw parts of you only I am allowed to see! Has someone else ever received those kinds of pictures from you?” He watched you closely to see if your expression would give the answer away. “Because if there are others, I want to know. NOW.”
You set your jaw stubbornly and shook your head.
His expression relaxed slightly. “Good.” He used his grip on your arms to place them over his shoulders, moving in as closely as he could be to your body. “You’re mine, pipsqueak. Say it.”
Despite the turmoil in your head, the knowledge that he had probably ended someone’s life just because they looked his way at the wrong time and had seen you, you couldn’t ignore the dark, twisted pull you still felt towards him. A single tear slid down your cheek at the realization that you were just as dark and twisted if you could still accept him like this. If you were still willing to be with him even if he would have you no matter the cost. He wiped the tear from your cheek with gentle precision, pressing his forehead against yours, his hat pressing up into his hair, and tilting his head back and forth while he waited for your answer. “Say it,” he murmured, his lips mere centimeters from your own.
You wished you were stronger, that this insane, unbreakable connection didn’t make you feel so out of control and trapped, but simultaneously totally whole. “I’m yours.” Your whispered confession brought his lips down on yours, the previously curbed affection bursting forth like a freed bullet, piercing your heart. You had lost him once. You knew you wouldn’t survive that again. You would take him in any form. If that meant accepting the new darkness that seemed to surround him, you’d do it. Neither of you would be alone ever again.
Your mouths met over and over in a frenzy, and in an effort to appease him, you opened your mouth and touched your tongue to his lips. He groaned into you as his tongue met yours, his dominance rising as he pressed into your mouth with reckless abandon. His hands were firmly locked around your back, bodies flattened against each other as you held on to his neck, legs straining as you pressed onto your tip-toes to be as close to him as possible.
He gave you a sudden nip to your lower lip and shoved you backwards onto the couch. Your arms slapped into the cushions as you braced yourself on impact. “Take off your clothes.” He stood above you, fixing his hat back onto his head. Eager to obey, you pulled at your clothes, unbuttoning your pants and shucking them down your legs, snagging your underwear with them. You peeled your socks from your feet and then ripped your shirt off over your head. Your clothes flung around the room as you hastily discarded them, bra following, Caleb stepped back to the armchair, sitting back down and resuming the position he had been in when you came home.
Panting and dripping across from him, you stared, waiting for his next order. You shivered in the sudden lack of his presence, cool air rushing around your body from your furious disrobing. Your nipples pebbled and strained into the semi-darkness. A brighter light flared to life in Caleb’s view, the screen of his phone lighting up the space marginally and causing your eyes to strain.
“Caleb?” You looked at him with confusion, a blush staining your cheeks red as his right hand clicked a few buttons on his screen.
“Since you wanted me to watch, I’m going to watch.” His smile caused your stomach to flip flop.
“Why is your phone on?”
“Because I’m going to record you.” You inhaled suddenly, pulse sky-rocketing at the implication. He let his eyes drag along your damp, tensed body, and dragged the pointer finger of his left hand through the seam of his lips. “That way, whenever I can’t be with you, I can watch you make a mess of yourself while you scream my name and know that I’m the only one who gets to do this to you. The only one who can touch you or watch you fall apart.” His hand fell from his lips and squeezed his cock through his pants. The dark outline of his length strained against his pants, the tip just below the edge of his underwear, peaking out of the unzipped crotch. “I’m going to direct you, love, and like the good girl I know you are, you’re going to listen, aren’t you?”
Without letting you respond, you watched as his right hand pushed the red record button and swallowed heavily. This felt so wrong, yet so hot. Getting to see how you affected him, knowing he would use this video later to touch himself and come all over his hand watching you, turned you on so much. A little moan slipped past your lips as the mental picture of him stroking himself roughly to your video played in your mind.
“That’s it, baby.” His encouragement reminded you of your new mission, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Sit all the way back on the couch.” You shifted until your back was against the cushions, legs slightly dangling off the ground. “Now pull your feet up until you’ve got them both on the couch in front of you.” One leg at a time, you pulled your legs up until they were folded in front of your body, acting like a barrier between his eyes and your naked flesh. “Shift your feet outward a bit so I can see that pretty pussy.” You could feel your cheeks flaming at his request, knowing your wet lips would soon be visible to the camera and his greedy eyes. You dragged one foot out a few inches before repeating it with the other, letting your knees fall together in the center and biting your lip. Your face felt so hot, and the weight of his gaze on you was like a palpable force, even with him being feet away.
He groaned as he shifted, the brush of fabric against fabric your only hint that he was moving at all. “Spread your knees, baby.” You tucked your head against your chest, taking a deep breath, then gradually letting your knees fall apart. Caleb licked his lips. The way your arms were positioned next to you pressed your breasts together. A subtle pink tint warmed your skin with a mixture of your arousal and embarrassment, and the camera’s light gave your moistened lower lips a gorgeous glow. “Fuck, look at you.” His voice was like crushed velvet, so soft and supple it felt like a caress against your heated skin. “Take two fingers and drag them through your lips for me.” With a full view of his face, watching as his eyes took you in, your excitement mounted. You took a hand and dragged it across your stomach, knowing his ears were picking up every hitched breath, every tiny response your body made, even as his hand squeezed his erection erratically. You wanted to make him lose control.
Even though he hadn’t told you to, you let your other hand shift up and grasp a breast, eyes fluttering shut as you palmed it and then squeezed a nipple between two fingers. Your other hand continued its quest downward, playing in your curled pubic hair and spreading over your labias before you dragged them back up to your pubic bone to slide between your cleft together. The brief stimulation over your clit as your fingers moved made your knees twitch, and as you whined, Caleb hissed through his teeth. You dipped your fingers into your soaking hole, spreading the slick up and down your lips.
“Oh yessss…” He was mesmerized as you pulled your fingers out before plunging them back in. He sat up a little straighter, hand still gripping his dick through his pants, eyes locked on your fingers, even as your back arched from the stimulation you were giving your breasts. “Show them to me.” The need in his voice made you clench on nothing, the noticeable absence of him sending several pleasurable clenches through your core. You lifted your hand and spread your fingers, the fluid on them shining in the low light and stretching between them. You watched as his hips bucked up against his immobile hand, control beginning to slip away as he was riveted by your show. His right arm clenched the armrest as if to keep him from moving toward you, anchoring him in place. A thrill of power despite your submission sang through your bones, and you brought the fingers to your mouth, licking deliberately between them before popping them both into your mouth and sucking them clean.
You knew that this was a dangerous game. At any moment, he could snap and be on you, but for now, you internally celebrated the hold you had on him. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, you plunged your fingers back down into your cunt, pumping hard and fast and moaning with abandon as you gave yourself over to the pleasure. Your other hand continued to squeeze and play with your breasts as you fucked yourself with your fingers. The wantonness of the act made you feel bold and uninhibited. You let Caleb’s name slip from your mouth as you added a third finger. You could feel the build-up increasing and decided to go fully in with both hands, redirecting one to your clit while the other thrust in and out of you. The spray of your own fluids against your thighs and Caleb’s answering growls and moans drove you higher and higher until it felt like you were on the edge of a cliff. With a concentrated effort, you took the leap, strumming and stroking until you knew you were screaming his name, just like he wanted.
Caleb strangled his cock as your cries trailed off, fingers wet and shining as you ceased your movements. The shine of the camera light and the sheen of sweat on your skin created an incredible glow. You looked radiant. Sitting up fully, he pressed stop on the video and turned the phone screen off. He stood quickly and turned on the lamp next to the couch. Your eyes blinked blearily up at him, a satiated smile gracing your face as he looked down at you, naked and unashamed, bathed in the pleasure you had taken for yourself by his command. He dropped to his knees, reaching out to stroke your face with his left hand, pulling your right hand up to his mouth and licking your fingers clean.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moaned around your fingers. “So incredible.” He grabbed your other hand and began to lick it clean. “So sexy.”
His reverent expression gave you a new satisfaction. You reached for him, even as he pulled back, shifting to sit on his heels. His hands worked to pull his dick out, pushing his pants and underwear down to his knees. The swollen red tip leaked pre-cum and the new light showed the wet spot on his underwear as they disappeared down his legs. He reached out and grabbed your hips, pulling your ass to the edge of the couch cushion. His frenetic energy had you gripping his arms as best you could, a brief shock of knowing pinging through your pleasure-addled brain. You wanted him to lose control. His pupils, despite the brighter light, were blown wide, and you knew he was lost.
He shifted back up onto his knees and with a quick adjustment, plunged his full length into you. You cried out in surprise, unprepared for such a sudden intrusion, despite having come only minutes before. He drove a hard pace, using his leverage of your hips to shove you down onto him as he bucked up into you until you were halfway off the couch, fingernails digging into his arms as you held on for dear life. He fucked you like a man possessed. His eyes never left where you were joined, watching as his cock shone with your slick on each retreat only to disappear to the hilt as he shoved back in. The angle of the position had him driving up into your g spot on each press upward, and a strange pressure built that you had never felt before. He released one hip to press down on your lower stomach and you screamed as the change in sensation became sharper and more insistent.
“Caleb! Fuck!” You tried to breathe. Tried to warn him of what you thought might be coming, but it was too late. All reason, all sense fled your body as you seized along his cock, body tensing and squeezing as your eyes rolled back in your head and a feeling like none you had ever experienced short-circuited your brain.
Caleb watched in awe as your pussy pushed him out, squirting all over his torso. He looked up to see you convulsing against the couch, hair plastered to the sides of your face and mouth open on a silent scream as your dripping hole clenched on air. A roar of primal pride bolted through his brain and he shoved his now dripping dick back inside of you, pressing your legs further back into your chest, moving to half standing, and unleashing himself. All he could think about was the tight squeeze of your cunt, the fucked out look on your face, and the recognition that you were his.
He leaned forward and kissed your lips. You tried to kiss him back, but found it hard to focus after the barrage of pleasure you had just endured. It didn’t take long for him to lose rhythm and come inside of you, his whole body alight with you and the tight clutch of your body on his.
Both of you were panting hard as he lifted you into his arms, still buried inside of you, and turned so he was sitting on the couch. He draped you against his chest, kissing your forehead and wiping the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. Your skin slicked against each other as he shifted to get comfortable. His heart pounded beneath your ear and you knew yours kept the same pace.
“Caleb?” Your voice sounded weak and thready, even to your own ears. You coughed to clear your throat a bit more. He chuckled. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, pip-squeak.” He pulled you as close as he could, arms tight against your back and you felt him sigh in contentment. His head bent down to your ear and his voice was suddenly darker and more intense. “You’ll always be mine.”
