zayne dry humping you when you're ovulating.
cw. MDNI! explicit content
"ngh just the tip zayneee."
"no."
you whine, thighs quivering in need. still, his thrusts don't stop. his cock glides over your slippery folds, teasing your throbbing clit
"one of us has to stay sane to avoid the consequences." he retorts, rubbing his tip to your sopping entrance but never quite slipping in.
"asshole." you groan in frustration. he lets out a small laugh.
"forgive me." his lips find your nipple, closing around it in apology. the moan you let out is borderline pornographic, earning you a deep suckle and a hum of approval from him. your back arches, grinding involuntarily against his insanely thick cock.
"how is this fair?" you yank him up by his hair. he lets go of your nipple with a soft whimper.
"i wish it were, darling." he tilts his head to kiss the inside of your wrist, making you ease your grip. "but you do keep pulling every condom off me."
you bite the inside of your cheek. "...true."
he angles his cock to nestle between your syrupy lips, hips moving again to rub deliciously against your clit. your cunt pathetically pulses around emptiness, oozing out sweet honey.
"you'll give it to me next week." you demand.
"understood." he murmurs, tongue sticking out to circle your nipple before pulling it back in his mouth.
"raw."
"...raw." he repeats, ears turning red. the words vibrate around your nub.
"and you'll come inside me." another drag of his cock between your folds.
his teeth scrape over your nipple. "i won't leave you wanting."
LI: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, & Caleb
Synopsis: The lads men lose their minds when they catch you wearing their clothes.
Warnings/Tropes: Explicit, MDNI. Established Relationship, Size Difference, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Somnophilia (Xavier), Oviposition/Egg Insertion (Rafayel), Spitting (Zayne), Fingering, Degradation, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, & Rough Sex. (holy kink list-)
WC: Roughly 800 words per LI.
♡ Bunny's Note: Since you guys loved the Sylus version so much, here is the rest of the boys! Valko's version here!₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
Xavier Ი𐑼₊⊹
Xavier had just finished up with a mission, eager to head back to his sweet girl and sleep the exhaustion away. He walked into your apartment, the door clicking shut softly behind him as his eyes immediately landed on your figure. You were curled up on the sofa, looking like you had fallen asleep right in the middle of a show. The TV was still on, its changing lights illuminating the soft contours of your face and body.
He stepped closer, intending to wake you up gently, when he realized what you were wearing. Clad in nothing but his white hoodie, there you were adorably snuggled up, the fabric big enough on your frame to act as a makeshift blanket. His heart melted at the sight, but a sudden, hot wave of possession curled low in his stomach right alongside it.
He hadn't realized until this exact moment just how much he loved seeing you in his clothes.
Crouching down to your level, he slowly slid his arms under you and lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. The sudden shift in position caused the hoodie to ride up your thigh just a little, exposing the lace of your underwear. Xavier’s eyes visibly dilated at the sight.
He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing tightly as he tried his absolute best to ignore the throb in his pants. Forcing himself to focus, he carried you down the short hallway into the bedroom so you could continue your rest comfortably. You shifted slightly in his hold as he carefully lowered you onto the mattress, but you didn't wake up. Xavier climbed in right next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him until your back was pressed perfectly against his chest.
But the thick ache in his trousers wasn't getting any easier to ignore, and the temptation right in front of him was too much. Giving in, he let his hand roam. The hem of the hoodie was completely bunched up at your waist now, leaving your lower half bare. His palm slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the warm curve of your waist before moving upward until it rested over your breasts, which were rising and falling in perfect time with your breathing. He let himself gently caress you, his fingers squeezing the soft mounds and playfully flicking your nipples, remaining careful and quiet so he wouldn't disrupt your sleep.
Eventually, though, his hand traveled lower, his fingertips ghosting over the flimsy lace right where your sweet cunt was hidden. He shouldn't.
You were sleeping so blissfully, completely unaware of the fact that you looked oh so fuckable in in his clothes. But as his fingers grazed over the fabric, they brushed against a wet spot.
Fuuuck He was going to anyway.
He pulled the flimsy cloth to the side, exposing your bare, flush folds to the cool air as he lightly rubbed you. Using two fingers to spread you open, he felt a fresh wave of your syrup leak over his knuckles. You wouldn't mind, would you?
He dipped his digits entirely inside you, the sudden, slick stretch causing you to let out a soft, subconscious whimper in your sleep.
“You take me so well even in your sleep, my star,” he whispered as he curled his fingers just right, intentionally hooking against that sensitive upper wall, earning a tight, involuntary squeeze from your walls.
“Aw, looks like she's answering for you instead.” He fingered you languidly for a while, content with the quiet, sleepy moans slipping past your lips and how incredibly receptive your pussy was for him even in your dreams.
Eventually, the friction and the sound of your slick walls coating his fingers had him hard enough to be painful. Juust the tip, he told himself, as he lined up to your entrance and prodded his way inside. But your poor hole, despite all the lubrication, had a hard time accommodating to all his girth. The way your body clenched hard around him– almost pushing his cock right back out– made Xavier throw every last shred of his rationality right out the window.
So the man gripped your hip tightly and slammed his hips forward, shoving his entire length all the way in.
And this was where you finally woke up. “HAH– Xavier??!”
“I'm sorry– ngh– I just couldn't help myself,” he gasped out, his eyes dark and totally blown out as he immediately started an unforgiving pace, holding you in place by your hips as he fucked you deep.
“Wait– t-too big!” you cried out, your hands blindly reaching back to find purchase on his arms.
But he was far, far gone. He leaned over you, biting and sucking hungrily on your shoulder, leaving dark marks and bruises where his hands were pinning you to the mattress.
“You can't complain now, starlight,” he groaned against your skin, his thrusts hitting your sweet spot with a relentless rhythm. “It's almost like you did this on purpose. Wearing that... your pretty little pussy was practically begging to be filled.”
Zayne ❄︎⛄︎
Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel, water droplets still trickling down your hair and shoulders. You made your way into the closet, intending to get dressed, when something caught your eye. There it was, Zayne’s favorite black shirt, neatly folded in one of the laundry baskets. Something about it was.. tempting. Zayne wore it practically all the time; you even suspected he owned multiple identical pairs. You wondered why he was so attached to it, so you figured you’d steal it for the day.
The moment you slipped it on, all your questions were answered. The fabric was incredibly comfortable. When zayne wore it, it looked like an exact fit, perhaps even tight around his broad shoulders. On you, however, unbuttoning just the top two buttons caused the collar to droop completely past your frame, revealing an expanse of skin and one bare shoulder, while the hem practically reached down to your knees.
Content with how it smelled like him, you padded over to the kitchen to fix a snack for the two of you. You assumed he was still working in his study and planned to pull him away for a break, showing off your new outfit while you were at it. But it seemed he beat you to the punch.
Zayne had just wandered into the living room, seeking a much-needed break from his desk. It just so happened that when he walked into the kitchen, he found you in a rather… interesting state.
You were tiptoeing to reach something on the top shelf, causing the hem of his shirt to ride up and expose the curve of your ass. A faint blush dusted the tips of Zayne's ears at the sight. Seeing you drowning in his shirt made him feel things he was unprepared for. Like he wanted to protect you from the world, yet devour you all the same. The rush of it all went straight down, a very obvious bulge now straining his pants.
He closed the distance silently. He planted one hand firmly on your hip while his other hand came down to give your rear a firm, sudden squeeze. You squeaked at the contact.
“I see a little thief is on the loose”
You were propped up securely on Zayne’s lap, your legs straddling his hips as you gripped his shoulders to keep your balance. The black shirt, now unbuttoned almost entirely down to your navel, bunched around your elbows, leaving your chest completely bare and your nipples peaking against the cool air of the room.
His large hands anchored your hips, effortlessly lifting your weight up before pulling you right back down onto his fat cock.
“zaynie..,” you whimpered, your walls clamping tight around the massive stretch of him, while the man in front of you looked utterly concentrated, his gaze fixed on the way you took him in.
It seemed to just now click in his head that you were, in fact, much smaller than he is. Suddenly, all those initial times of intimacy, where you struggled and sobbed over his dick, made much more sense. Back then, he had just chalked it up to your inexperience, and also obviously that he wasn’t exactly a petite man. Yet for some odd reason, he hadn't realized the true extent of it. Until now, that is.
He drew your hips up again, just to snap them right back down.
“Such a good girl for me, working so hard to take my dick.”
He leaned over to grip your face, his other hand curling at the base of your skull. “You deserve a reward, don't you?” Your eyes had completely glazed over, and you nodded your head frantically. “Stick your tongue out, darling,” he prompted, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. You obeyed without missing a beat.
And he spat right in your mouth. “Swallow.”
The contact made you tip over the edge instantly, his taste making your pussy spasm uncontrollably, yet you tried to focus and do as he said. You swallowed dutifully with an audible gulp, showing him the evidence by sticking your tongue out once more.
Zayne smiled, thoroughly satisfied by your obedience, and he caught you in a wet kiss, sucking on your exposed tongue, his own soon joining in.
He loved the way you molded to him and his cock.
Rafayel ｡˚○ ⚓︎
It was three days to Ebb Day, and this came with the severe consequence of you being utterly tied to your lover, rafayel.
He had wanted to hide away at first, just like he did every single year, terrified that he would be too rough, too intense, and simply too much for you to handle. But after a whole shitload of convincing and a few heated preliminary rounds in the initial days leading up to it, Rafayel had finally agreed to let you stay with him through this.
You had just finished yet another grueling session with him in the shower. Knowing he wanted to enjoy the coolness of the water for a while longer, you stepped out early, craving some much-needed rest and a brief moment of alone time before your needy boyfriend came back begging to fill you up yet again.
After getting dressed, a violent shiver ran through your body. The flimsy material of your t-shirt and shorts did absolutely nothing to spare you from the freezing temperatures Rafayel had set his home to, a desperate counter-measure for how much he was constantly burning up. In hindsight, you really should have brought warmer clothes.
Not thinking twice, you reached over and stole Rafayel's cardigan, which was draped haphazardly over a nearby chair. The material was thick enough and big enough on your frame for you to completely wrap yourself up in it, a little consolation against the biting chill. Wrapped tightly in his scent, you relaxed onto his sofa, playing some random TV show as you zoned out.
After an hour or so, Rafayel finally walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a low-hanging towel draped around his lean waist, immediately seeking out your whereabouts. When he did eventually find you, lazing over in the living room, all his instincts flared up into overdrive the second he saw what you were wearing.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.
He closed the distance instantly. Noticing his sudden presence, you looked up and chirped, “oh hey! How was your showe—” He didn't even let you finish your sentence. Rafayel pinned you flat against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered on top of you.
“I must say, very brave of you to wear that in my current condition, Miss bodyguard.”
Rafayel was rutting into you at an intense pace, already at it for hours since he stepped out of the shower, his stamina seeming to be completely bottomless. He had you pinned helplessly beneath him in an obscene mating press, your lower half spread out completely as he relentlessly used your already spent, aching hole.
“You humans... so fragile, so small,” he hissed out almost wondrously, his voice a breathless purr as he watched the friction of his movements. “Yet you can still keep up with me, cutie.”
You weren't even sure what he was talking about, because in your own head, you could barely keep up at all. All you could do was lay limp and twitching while his hands moved you into whatever positions he wanted you to be in.
But this time, rafayel had other plans with you, mind filling with all sorts of filthy thoughts, especially those involving how your little body would bulge out with all the eggs he was going to put inside you.
Without a single word of warning, he pinned your thighs deeper into your own chest, forcing your knees up on either side of your face before he suddenly stilled. Pulled out of your dazed state by the abrupt pause, you looked up at him confusedly, opening your mouth to speak before the words dissolved into a half scream, half moan.
“AHH– raf why is it– ack!” you were unable to move under his tight hold, “why is it growing??!!!”
“Shh– it's okay, cutie. c’mon... I know you can take it,” he cooed softly. He reached up, stroking your flushed cheek with a gentleness that felt entirely contrasting to how harshly his thick dick was stretching you out, practically breaking you.
Right as you thought you couldn't take any more, he stretched out fully, his tip slipping into place against your sensitive cervix as a singular egg intruded its way deep inside you. The round, distinct outline became instantly visible through your skin, your lower belly visibly bulging outward to accommodate everything being stuffed into your womb.
“Raf- hah-” your nails dug harshly into his shoulders, not realising you were drawing blood. Yet the dazed lemurian was too lost in his own greed, warm hand sliding down to caress over where the egg perfectly slotted inside you.
His eyes darted back to your face, pupils blown out to the point where he looked insane.
“Can I do that again? Pretty please?”
Caleb ૮･ﻌ･ა ⌯⌲
You just reached back home after dropping a book off at your friend’s house, walking through the front door and slipping off your shoes. Passing by the living room, you saw Josephine still watching TV, exactly as you’d left her. You quickly ran up the stairs, eager to finally snuggle back into your blankets.
But walking into your room, you were instead met with Caleb sitting on the edge of your bed. His hands were folded, a deep scowl etched onto his face— yet it flickered into something different for a fraction of a second when he looked up at you. .
Earlier that day, he had just gotten done after hours of brutal studying, so naturally he went looking for you. But when he asked Josephine, he was met with the fact that you had gone over to a friend’s house to drop something off. Specifically, the one guy Caleb already had a faint idea was interested in you.
Caleb was seething about it too, planning all sorts of endings for the guy, and more importantly, all the ways he was gonna thoroughly discipline you before you ever thought about going to another man’s house again.
Yet when you walked in, seeing what you were wearing, his anger seemed to melt off just a little. You were wearing your usual jean shorts and a t-shirt, but those were unimportant. What really caught his eye was the fact that you were wearing his D.A.A. jacket.
“Oh caleb! Wat’cha doin’ here”, you asked, flashing him a confused smile.
Caleb tilted his head, his frustrated expression melting into a slow, cocky smirk. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as he thought. Sure, you had stolen his clothes before, and Caleb absolutely loved it when you did– doting on how cute and small you looked in them, sometimes even not-so-subtly encouraging you to wear them despite all your own clothes being clean and ready in your closet.
Oh but this time, it was something about owning you, he thought. Something about his claim on you being visible in front of everyone, especially the men who thought they actually stood a chance with you.
He definitely wasn't mad anymore, but the painful wedge in his pants wasn't gonna let him drop what he had planned.
Your back was pressed hard against his chest, your thighs spread completely apart to the cold air of the room, entirely naked except for his jacket slipping off your shoulders.
Your vision was blurring, heavy tears forming from his deft fingers working at your sex. His two middle fingers were pumping relentlessly in and out of you, drawing out slick, soaking sounds and ragged whimpers from your mouth, which were muffled by his other hand tightly clamped over your lips.
“Shh, don't be loud now, pipsqueak. Don’t want grammy to hear us, do we?” He murmured, accompanying the words by curling his middle finger against that one spongy spot, pressing and rubbing it until you drooled helplessly against his palm and curled your toes hard against the sheets.
You could practically hear the smirk framing his face right now, mocking you as he intentionally did everything that was going against you being able to be quiet.
Your hand, which had been weakly gripping his wrist over your face, tapped against his skin, prompting him to take it off so you could finally speak.
“aah– Caleb, I can't anymore! I want your–”
“My cock?” He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his fingers shifted inside you to hit that exact spot again. “Nah. You don't just get to run off to another man's house and come back expecting a reward. You’ll get it when I say you’ll get it.”
You squirmed desperately against his tight grip. “It's not– it's not like that.” You could barely keep your thoughts straight; Caleb sounded entirely too casual for a man who was currently knuckles deep inside you.
“Plus, I doubt you can handle more. Look at you, struggling already.” He used his free hand to tilt your head down, forcing you to look at the filthy scene of your own hole stretching around just two of his thick fingers, your slick release dripping down onto the mattress.
You clamped down hard on his hand at the sight, yet you were completely insatiable, eager to feel him inside you instead.
“But noo– ” Caleb immediately pulled his fingers out of your cunt, a loud, wet squelch following the action before he stuffed them straight into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste yourself.
“Tch. You talk too much,” he purred, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you instinctively sucked on his wet digits. “Shut up and behave, and I might consider indulging you.”
"Did you know that keeping your legs and hips elevated like this can increase the chances of conception after ejaculation?" You grin cheekily up at Zayne as he pants, cheeks flushed and inky hair sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you. "That... is not true."
Despite that, Zayne doesn't release your ankles. Nor does he pull out after emptying inside of you.
"It's not?!" You blink at him, genuinely shocked by this information. You've seen and heard that line used in so many books, shows, and movies that you just assumed it had to have some level of truth to it.
"No, it's just a myth." He reasons with you, a bemused smile forming on his lips as he looks down on you. Still, you can't help but counter back, still breathless with disbelief "It doesn't help... like at all?"
"Realistically, it only takes one sperm cell to reach the egg to be able to fertilize it. And I just put roughly at least 50 million into you..." You actually gasp at that, jaw going slack as you watch his cheeks deepen in hue.
"Zayne!" The statistics of your silly little comment are now making your brain go into a nose dive spiral. "It's the truth, a single ejaculation can have hundreds of millions of sperm cells within it. But it only takes one to make a baby."
You lay back against the pillows again, relaxing as Zayne slowly lowers your legs but still refuses to pull out of you. "Then how..." now, a small smile plays across his lips as he looks at you, leaning down to kiss your sweaty forehead.
"A woman's uterus naturally destroys a lot of them, and the journey through the reproductive tract is long. They get lost or die on their own along the way.” He still has a dopey grin on his face. “That's why it can be so difficult."
"So... we should have you put like two billion in me just to be safe?" The look on Zayne's face is nothing short of pure exasperation, but the way he begins to twitch back to life within you says otherwise.
STARRING: zayne, caleb, rafayel, xavier, & sylus [seperate] x f!reader
CW: jealousy, handjobs in a bathroom | PATHETIC caleb, dry humping, cumming in pants, recording? | bratty!raf, panties in mouth, vibrator play, mention of overstim | heavy breeding kink, riding | aether core actin up, blowjobs | they are all desperate and begging lowk (highkey)
j says... idk if i love or hate this. i miss posting though and hope i proofread good enough (if theres mistakes just ignore them ok) thank you to @gardenialily @rafayelkisses @berrylus + everyone else who helped me brainstorm. inspired by this ask! thank you anon!
✮⋆˙— zayne
You and Zayne never argued. The two of you usually saw eye to eye, and honestly, you didn't see each other enough to waste time on disagreements. It just wasn't worth it.
Or so you thought.
The entire car ride had been silent, tension simmering thick between you, built from something neither of you seemed willing to touch further. The bickering had started small, but kept layering over itself—too many nights apart, too much distance, and something deeper you knew was bothering Zayne that he refused to talk about.
What should have been an easy night turned sour fast.
The Akso hospital charity event was usually something you enjoyed attending—especially on the arm of the most prestigious surgeon in the room—but tonight, you find yourself distracted. Zayne moves through the crowd like a storm cloud in a tailored suit, brushing off every attempt you make to soften the mood.
It wasn't like him, and you couldn't quite pin down why he seemed so irritated. But instead of pushing, you eventually excused yourself to the refreshments table.
There, you fell into conversation with a visiting surgeon from a few cities over. He's easy to talk to, warm, engaging—and most importantly, good at distracting you until you could get Zayne home and figure out whatever stick had lodged itself up his ass tonight.
You laughed softly at one of his comments.
And then Zayne was there.
He materializes at your side, one hand sliding around your waist and pulling you flush against him like he hadn't spent the entire evening acting upset with you. He introduces himself, made a pointed emphasis on your relationship, and after a few clipped exchanges, he's steering you away.
"What was that for?"
"What do you mean?" His voice stays level, but he won't meet your eyes as he guides you through the crowd.
"All the sudden you just… pulled me away like that."
"You could have been having a conversation with me," he states, stopping in a shadowed corner. His head dips, lips grazing the shell of your ear while his hands roam possessively over the silky material hugging your form.
Your brows lift at the sudden affection, but you lean into it regardless. "I've been trying to all night."
A muscle ticks in Zayne's jaw. He nips lightly at your lobe before finally pulling back enough to meet your gaze.
And his eyes—oh.
Oh, you know that look anywhere.
And suddenly everything clicks into place. Why he'd been snappy since the moment he picked you up in your simple little gown. Why he'd been acting wound so tight all evening.
"Is this entertaining for you?" he mutters, immediately catching the glint in your iris.
"Maybe."
Your smirk widens as his grip tightens. Before he can say anything else, you grab his hand and tug him further down the empty hall, towards the family restroom.
"You know," you state lightly, "you don't have to be jealous. You can just tell me if you're horny."
Zayne's ears go pink immediately. "That's… not it."
"Oh? You sure?"
The door is unlocked. You shove him inside, lock it behind you, and crowd him back towards the sink without much resistance at all. In the next second, your hand slip down, pressing gently against the hard bulge straining beneath his slacks.
"Because this says otherwise."
Zayne inhales sharply, both hands bracing back against the countertop as your palm rubs over his cock through the fabric.
"I've just…" he begins to admit, cut off by a groan when you squeeze him. "Missed you. And I handled it poorly earlier. I'm—fuck—sorry."
Your grin only widens as you start to undo his belt. "Aren't you always the one lecturing me about communicating my feelings?"
"Yes."
His zipper comes down, and he lifts his hips just enough to help you shove his pants and boxers lower. His cock springs free, flushed and slick at the tip, hissing softly at the cool air that hits him.
"Then why..." you murmur, wrapping your warm hand around the base just to hold the weight, "didn't you just tell me you were just desperate for attention?"
Zayne bites down on his lip as you finally start moving. Slow strokes drag up his aching cock, making the blush dusting his face spread lower on his throat and chest.
"Hm?" Your thumb traces the prominent vein along his length before smearing the wetness gathered at the tip. "Are you too proud to admit you're a needy mess? Is that why you picked a fight with me?"
His head tips back towards the mirror, breath catching hard.
"Yes—god—I did, and I'm sorry, just please don't go slow." His hips jerk helplessly into your fist. "I need—just… faster. Please. I cant—"
"Yeah?" you hum, keeping your pace just shy of slow. "It's that bad?"
"Yes." The word comes sweet and honest. "I've been thinking about you all week. I can't focus, can't sleep—it's been incredibly frustrating." Zayne groans quietly. "I just need you. Please."
"Poor thing," you coo, feigning sympathy before tightening your grip and speeding up, eyes fixed on the way your hand pumps his cock. "All worked up and angry because nobody touched you. Now you need me to take care of you in a bathroom."
He folds forward with a shaky exhale, forehead pressing against your shoulder. A broken little whimper slips out as you he pulses against your palm, chasing more of your touch.
More of you.
So when you suddenly pull away, the frustrated whine he makes is almost pathetic.
Your eyes lift and sparkle.
"After the cruel way you treated me… I think you'll have to beg to cum."
✮⋆˙— caleb
He really didn't think you were serious.
You two played around all the time. Sure, he pissed you off sometimes, but there was nothing a little kiss behind your ear and his hand sliding down your front couldn't fix.
Well—until you banned him from sex.
Caleb had laughed. You were just as needy for him as he was for you. There was no way that you'd last a full week without him stuffing you full. So he'd smiled, kissed your cheek, and gone about the rest of his day like it was nothing.
But a day turned into two, and then five.
Five whole fucking days without anything from you.
You had said no sex. Not no making out, not no spooning, not even no showering together.
But you gave him absolutely nothing.
No wandering hands and definitely no sitting on his lap just to tease him. You barely even let him touch you longer than a few seconds before pulling away with that unimpressed little look on your face.
And it was driving him insane.
Caleb shuts the front door harder than necessary, not even bothering with his boots as he stalks through the house looking for you.
He's the colonel, after all.
He takes want he wants.
And the whole drive home he'd been imagining exactly how he was going to do it. Probably backing you against the mattress, pinning your wrists down and forcing you to listen while he told you exactly how cruel you'd been. Maybe he'd kiss you until you forgot why you were mad in the first place. Maybe he'd drag those tiny shorts down your legs and remind you that you needed him just as badly as he needed you.
But then he finds you standing in the kitchen in your cute little pajamas, all soft skin and sleepy eyes, something in him folds.
Suddenly, it isn't just about dominance anymore.
Because part of wanting you involves wanting your forgiveness too.
"Hey," his voice comes softer than expected as he steps closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Missed you."
"Mmm, missed you too, 'leb."
Caleb doesn't pull away after the kiss. Instead, he presses his nose into your hair and inhales deep. Your sweet scent goes straight to his head, turning everything fuzzy.
"No," he murmurs, arms sliding around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. "Like—I really missed you."
You just hum softly, rubbing his back as he melts into the embrace.
He dips lower until his face buries into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in like he's starving... because, well, he is.
You're so warm and soft and his, and fuck it's making every drop of blood rush straight down to his cock.
"It's been so long," he whispers, almost pleading in hopes he can get you to crack just a little. "C'mon… I'm sorry. I've been good. I need you, Pips."
"I told you," you say firmly, though you don't pry him off. "Two more days. Keep whining and I'll make it longer."
Caleb groans, the sound low and full of true misery.
His pants are unbearably tight now, because something about your tone and flat out refusal is making him lose his mind.
He can't stop himself.
His hips jerk, grinding his erection against your side, and oh god, the friction feels heavenly.
You gasp, turning sharply. "Caleb—!"
But he's already past caring about reprimand. His face burns red as he buries himself back into your neck, rocking against you again with a shuddering breath.
"'m sorry…" he mumbles, tightening his grip on your waist. "I need you… please…"
"Caleb…" you warn.
He doesn't care and can't find it in him to stop.
It's been too long without you, and this is the closest you've let him get in days. So instead of backing away, his hands spread desperately over your body, fingers slipping under your shirt just to feel your skin.
A broken little whimper leaves him at the contact, and his hips pick up into messy, desperate thrusts he can't control.
"You're being pathetic, Caleb."
And he moans.
Actually fucking moans.
He hides deeper in your neck, embarrassed and turned on all at once.
"I know," he stutters. "I know, baby, I'm sorry—I just—I c-can't. Need you… s'bad…"
"What would the fleet think, hm?" you murmur. "Seeing their colonel like this?"
Caleb chokes on a broken sound, because his hips have found a rhythm that drags his cock perfectly against your hip through his boxers. He's too far gone to notice the phone in your hand, which is recording every humiliating second.
"C'mon Caleb," you coax, tilting his face up.
His eyes are glassy when he looks at himself on the screen, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It so shameful that his cock twitches.
"Tell them," you demand. "That you're so desperate you're gonna hump me until you cum in your pants."
"I'm—fuck—" his voice cracks. "I'm gonna cum—"
And he does.
A low, pathetic whimper spills out of him as he cums untouched in his boxers, staining the front of his uniform. His hips keep moving, dragging himself through the sticky mess, riding out the orgasm with sloppy kisses scattered along your neck.
It takes him a long moment to come back down.
And when he finally does, his eyes darken at the phone stilled pointed at him.
"Delete that."
✮⋆˙— rafayel
"Raf, I swear…" you hiss through gritted teeth.
"What! I'm not even doing anything!"
A muscle ticks in your jaw. "You're not doing anything?"
"No!" he protests dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just… being your lover, okay? Don't you care about me and my affection?"
"You're being annoying."
Rafayel gasps like you've actually offended him. "Am not!"
You shake your head and focus your attention back onto your report, scratching your pen across the paper while he continue sulking beside you.
There's about five more minutes of peace before his hand is back and caressing your thigh.
"Are you almost done?" His voice turns syrupy sweet, clearly trying to coax his way into getting what he wants. He squeezes your thigh gently. "Please. I need attention."
You don't reply.
Rafayel groans loudly at being ignored, melting next to you. He nuzzles into your shoulder, lips brushing your neck as he whines.
"I'm horny…"
You set your pen down with far too much force, finally turning your attention to him.
Rafayel perks up instantly at having your eyes on him, face brightening with smug satisfaction like he won.
"Fine," you say. "Go sit in that chair. And you better be naked when I get back."
Without another word or glance back, you disappear from the room, entirely pleased to return to sudden obedience.
Sitting tall in the chair, completely naked, legs spread slightly as he lazily strokes himself, is your one and only. His expression still homes that smirk, but the desperation underneath it is obvious now. His cock twitches with every slow tug of his hand.
"Gonna come and take care of me, pretty?"
You hum thoughtfully. "With that mouth, I don't think so."
The smirk turns into pout, bottom lip jutting out as he strokes himself a little faster.
"Please? Look at how hard I am. It hurts… you have to take care of it."
"I think I need to take care of something else first."
He cocks a brow suspiciously, watching closely as you peel down your leggings, then your panties.
"See?" he starts smugly. "I knew you couldn't resist me. Now c'mere and—mmph!"
You shove the bundled fabric that was just against your cunt into his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.
His eyes widen in genuine shock while his hand stills on his cock, though it throbs visibly at the switch in control.
"You're so mouthy," you shake your head. "Keep them in, or else I'm not touching you at all."
Rafayel's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. He nods immediately.
"Gooood boy," you drawl, tracing your fingers down his chest. You circle one of his nipples until his skin prickles in goosebumps.
You let your gaze fall to his cock, smirking as it drips steadily against his stomach.
"So messy already."
A muffled, pathetic plea comes from behind the gag, his hands sliding up your bare thighs, inching higher and asking permission without words.
"No," you deny. "You've been a brat."
His brows knit together.
"And brats…" you continue, flashing the silicone vibrator you discreetly brought in with you, "get punished."
You thumb the toy to life, watching the pleasure and panic war on his face before pressing the buzzing head lightly against his hipbone.
He whimpers and squirms away from the sensation, thighs twitching as the vibrations travel through him.
You smile sweetly. "Hold it."
Rafayel blinks at you like you've lost your mind.
"Now."
With a bit of reluctance, he obeys.
The second the toy settles into his palm, another muffled noise leaves him at the strength of the vibrations. You guide his wrist.
"Rub it along your cock," you instruct. "Find where you're sensitive."
Rafayel swallows hard around the fabric in his mouth.
The toy touches him and he moans instantly, body jerking as he shakily drags it along his length. The moment it presses beneath the tip just right, his head falls back with a strangled sound.
"Hold it there. You were soooo horny, yeah? This will help."
Within seconds, Rafayel is a whimpering mess.
His eyes glaze over, body thrashing while saliva soaks the cotton in his mouth—that doesn't fully muffle the desperate little noises escaping him nonstop now.
You stroke his cheek gently, then trail your fingers down the column of his throat. The touch is more than enough, and his cock throbs as cum spurts and drizzles from the tip, coating his abdomen and the toy.
"Don't move it," you order firmly. "You're gonna make yourself cum again."
✮⋆˙— xavier
You can't breathe.
Xavier's mouth has been pressed against yours the entire elevator ride, barely giving you a gasp for air as he fumbles with the buttons before shoving you gently against the wall to kiss you again.
It's not unusual for him to be this hungry, but after an ordinary day—visiting your friends and their new baby—it just wasn't what you expected.
Not that you're complaining.
Instead, you let him guide you through the hallway between messy kisses and fumble with the keys while your lips trail down his neck. Xavier shivers beneath the affection, unable to shove you both inside fast enough.
The lights don't even turn on.
He just walks you backward towards the nearest surface—the couch—before sitting down and dragging you straight onto his lap like he physically can't stand having space between you.
"You're so eager tonight," you giggle.
"Is that a problem?" he asks immediately, voice rough and husky.
"Of course not."
Xavier hums, dipping his head to press slow kisses along your jaw and neck. His hand grab your hips tightly, fingers flexing in encouragement for you to move.
You obey, rocking against the hard line pressing in his pants, gasping at the delicious friction it creates despite the layers.
"You're… ovulating right?" he ask suddenly, almost dazed.
You blink and still your movements. "I… I don't know. Why?"
"No reason."
His cheeks flush immediately after saying it, almost as if he regrets letting the thought slip out loud. Before you can question him further, he changes the subject entirely by tugging his shirt over his head, revealing firm lines of muscle.
"Come on. I wanna see you."
In the dim glow spilling from the window, clothes disappear piece by piece until there's nothing left to separate you both.
Xavier stares at you like the sight alone might kill him.
"You're so beautiful, my star," he whispers reverently, hands gliding over your skin like he can't help himself. "So pretty… always so pretty for me."
The praises makes warmth curl low, your cheeks turning as pink as his. His hands settle on your waist again, thumbs stroking softly as he looks up at you with blown pupils.
"Please," he says quietly. "Ride me. I'll be so good for you. Please, baby."
And you absolutely can't deny that face.
So you settle above him, and sink down onto his length slowly, both of you gasping at the stretch. His head immediately tips back against the couch, broken moans spilling from his lips.
"Oh god…"
You start moving instinctively, bouncing slowly in his lap and he watches you with completely glassy eyes.
He's unbelievably responsive tonight. Each roll of your hips pulls helpless sounds from him, his hands roaming your body and settling on your breasts. His thumbs swipe your nipples and pinch them when they pebble.
Praises spill endlessly, coming faster as he began to meet your thrusts.
Pretty. Perfect. His star.
His cock is throbbing inside you within minutes, and upon the feeling, you shift to lift off—only to be met with a firm grip on your hips, plunging you back down.
"N-No," he gasps.
Your eyes widen in surprise.
"Stay," he pleads softly, holding you down as he thrusts up. "Please stay on me."
"Xav—"
"I wanna cum in you," he admits. "Please.. you looked so beautiful today with their baby. Imagine how gorgeous you'd look carrying my baby."
The words clearly embarrass him the second they leave his mouth because his face burns bright red immediately after. But he doesn't take them back.
If anything, he looks needier for admitting it.
His forehead presses against your chest as he whimpers softly, sucking a mark into the supple skin while his hips continue twitching.
"Please, star… please let me."
You cradle his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you set the pace again. The second you whisper permission, Xavier moans so sweetly it almost sounds painful.
He cums instantly, pressing his tip up until it nestles against your cervix, letting warm spurts of his seed spill deep inside you.
Something passes in his expression as his orgasm subsides, and his hands slide beneath your thighs to flip your position, laying you on your back and hitching your legs around his hips.
He withdrawals his cock nearly all the way before plunging it right back in.
"i'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Tonight."
✮⋆˙— sylus
Onichynus' boss man was about to wear a hole into his living room floor.
He had been at it for at least the ten minutes since you'd arrived and starting watched him—probably longer before that, if you had to guess.
Sylus had been short with your messages all day, clipped responses that lacked their usual teasing edge. Instead of waiting for him to maybe confide in you over the phone, you'd taken a quick ride over to the N109 yourself.
"I know you know I'm here," you drawl, sauntering in the room. "Yet you still haven't greeted me. How rude."
Sylus stops at your voice but doesn't turn around, gaze fixes on the glittering city sprawling beneath the windows. The glow paints sharp lines across his face.
It's not like him to stay so silent.
You pad closer, brow furrowing in concern.
"Hey," you whisper, slipping your arms around his waist. "Are you alright?"
Sylus inhales sharply at your touch.
And his body is burning with a feverish heat.
You tilt your head, trying to catch his expression in the reflection of the glass. His face is flushed nearly as red as his eye, the glow in his aether core pulsing faintly.
And when you glance down, it's almost as if the bulge in his pants is about to pop the button clean off.
Usually, Sylus' desire when it came to an unstable aether consisted of devouring you whole—whatever form that happened to take. But this time feels different. The desire weaving through the space between you is softer somehow. Less demanding and far more desperate.
Sylus swallows hard, throat bobbing, and when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse.
"Sweetie…"
"Sy," you soften instantly. "Why didn't you tell me your core was acting up?"
For a moment, he says nothing and just exhales shakily. His cock throbs visibly beneath the fabric at the sound of your voice.
"I thought it'd pass," he admits quietly. "Usually it's not this bad and usually..."
Embarrassment flashes across his face as he mutters, "it wants me to be more dominant."
Oh.
Poor thing.
Your turn him in your arms, sliding your hands up his chest. The red glow brightens as you rest your hand over the violent pound of his heart, making him shudder hard. A tiny smile tugs at your mouth when his face burns even hotter.
"Sensitive, are we?"
"Don't tease me," he says instantly, though it lacks its usual bite, making it sound more like a cute plea.
You glide your hands up to cup his face, stroking lightly beneath his eye. A strained sound catches in his throat as his hips jerk forward involuntary the second the core pulses again.
"Oh, baby…" you murmur softly. "What does it want?"
Your fingers drift lazily down his neck, making him tremble.
"It wants… it needs…" he stops, struggling with the admission. "Sweetie, I want you to take care of me."
You bat your lashes up at him. "Yeah?"
"Please, kitten," Sylus whispers. "Please."
You don't need much more incentive than that.
You guide him gently towards the couch, hands smoothing over his shoulders when his legs nearly give out halfway there. He sinks down heavily, spreading his thighs with a shaky exhale when you kneel between them.
His eyes stay locked on you, blown wide with desperation as you undo his pants, fishing out his weeping cock from the confines of his boxers. He's painfully hard. Angry red at the tip, leaking steadily, and twitching the second your hand wraps around him.
Sylus throws his head back immediately, mouth falling open in pure ecstasy at just your palm around him.
"Oh, fuck—"
Teasing feels almost too mean, so you only kitten lick the salty bead that gathered at the tip before wrapping your lips around the plush head.
His thighs tremble as you take him deeper into your mouth, fingers gently carding through your hair to encourage the motion.
"S-So good, sweetie," he stutters. "Fuck… oh god…"
You begin bobbing softly, gagging once on the size, which makes drool slip down the corners of your mouth.
Sylus begins to whimper.
"T-Too much—fuck—"
His aether core pulses brightly, making every pleasurable drag of your tongue feel amplified. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head while your hand strokes what you can't fit.
Within seconds his length is throbbing in the warmth of your mouth.
A salty rush explodes on your tongue as Sylus moans brokenly, shaking while you suck him gently through the orgasm. Apparently not gentle enough though, because he jolts hard from the oversensitivity.
'Ah—ah, sweetie—"
You pull off with a pop, swallowing everything he gave you before wiping at the saliva coating your mouth. You smirk at the completely dazed, blushing man slumped before you.
"What if i were? What if i died right here of low blood sugar because my wife refused to let me have one macaron?” The seriousness in his voice might have fooled anyone but you.
"Stop being dramatic. You’re not going to die of hypoglycemia just by skipping one macaron right after your dental appointment.” With that said, you snatch the plate from his hands and head straight to the kitchen to hide them somewhere he can't find.
When you come back to the living room, you see Zayne lying on the couch with his eyes closed, body still. “Zayne, are you okay?”
A small smile appears on his face at your concerned voice and you roll your eyes. You can't believe what lengths this grown ass doctor with a prestigious medical degree could go for sweets.
You decide to play along and walk over to him, crouching down on the floor. "Oh no. Did the famous cardiac surgeon of Akso hospital dr Zayne Li die of hypoglycemia?” You fake mourn his pretend death. “What a tragedy! I have no choice but to check his heartbeat."
His smile grows bigger, awaiting your touch on his chest, instead he feels them on his crotch.
He grabs your hands off almost immediately and pulls you on top of him, looking equally amused as surprised. "Do you think my heart is located there?”
“It’s not my fault that they're both big and do a very good job in loving me. Anyone could be easily mistaken.” you say while tracing a huge penis on his chest.
He seemed pleased with your answer. “What if i propose a deal? You show me how much you love me by giving me one macaron and i dedicate both my big attributes to love you back?”
“You're trying to sell your body for one macaron?”
He innocently nods, and you giggle. "As tempting as your offer is, Zaynie." You pat his chest and climb off him. "I'm going to have to pass."
"So my wife would rather see me dead than let my teeth rot?”
You shake your head, he's acting like a man in withdrawal except his addiction is sweet and so is his suffering. You almost pity him, “Yes, no sweets for..... a month.”
His face falls comically and you turn away, already running before he becomes more dramatic.
