NSFW, MDNI, period sex? Not proofed. Just a midnight ramble 🍷✨
“Wait.. you’re bleeding.” Xavier pulls out gently, eyes wide, hands scrambling to find something to heal or wipe or anything—he looks calm but he’s clearly in panic. “Calm down Xavi it’s just my period. I didn’t know it was today.” “Do you have enough pads? Or tampens?” “Tampon, Xavi. Chill. I got lots of ‘em already.” “Ok. Do you want me to go buy some?” He’s still in panic but he’d ask if you can continue after he calms down. 🤣
“Love, are you on period?” Zayne pacing down his thrusts “I think it’s in a day or two—wait—don’t tell me?” You look down and yes, red all over his cock. “Oh no, I’m sorry it’s dirty…” “Would it be all right if we keep doing this?” “What?” “If it hurts we should stop.” “No I was afraid you’ll find it dirty… it didn’t hurt at all, Zayne.” He fixes his glasses. “Menstrual blood is not dirty. They are the exact composition used to creating a perfect human be—” you close his mouth, pulling his glasses. “I get it. Can we continue please?” He kissed your palm and smile “yes. Just tell me whenever it starts to hurt so we can stop.”
His thrusts suddenly stops. “Oh my god. Cutie you’re bleeding!” Rafayel screams, “did I pound you too hard just now?!” “Raf, I’m okay. Apparently I’m on my period.” “Wha—” his mouth gape then let out a heavy breath. You laugh, and his face goes red, pouting. “this isn’t funny. I really thought I hurt you.” “You could never, Raf.” You kissed his lips. “So can we continue?” “Isn’t it dirty?” “It’s not.” He buries himself at the crook of your neck, “nothing about you is.”
Suddenly stops moving, “Sy? What’s wrong?” Sylus just stares on the red streaks between your thighs, which also on his length. “You’re on period.” “That can’t be…? Oh!” You miscalculated. “I’m sorry. Let’s stop here.” “Why?” He asks, but his eyes still glued to your cunt. “You don’t find it dirty? I mean—it’s blood.” You clench a bit, shy cause he look down there for quite long. “I don’t find your period dirty, kitten. If anything…” When his eyes finally look at you, the black in his eyes almost eclipsed the reds. “I want you even more.” “Huh??” His cock gets bigger inside. “If this doesn’t hurt, shall we continue?”
You notice his lap red with blood. You stop straddling him, “Caleb, let’s stop.” “Hmm? Why?” He’s talking chill but his eyes dazed, clearly still affected by you suddenly stopping. “I’m on period. It’s getting on you.” Caleb scoffs, “you think I didn’t know you’re on period? It’s about time, too.” “What the—why are we still having sex then??” “It doesn’t bother me, pips. Are you alright? Does this hurt?” He’s focused on your eyes. You shake your head and he smiles. “Good. It just reminds me of our first time. You were bleeding too even after I prep you a lot.” “Well that’s because you were too big!” “Is that a compliment?” “Were.” You repeat. He slam his cock in, inciting a loud moan out of you, “really, pips? You need mine bigger?” You could feel his cock getting bigger inside. “C-caleb, you freak—” He chuckles. A dark glint in his eyes. “Question is, can you take bigger?”
“I think we should stop.” Valko pulls his cock out, leaving you feeling empty. “But why?” You’re bewildered. “You smell different since this morning. I think you’re on—” a drop of blood leaking out your cunt. “Period.” “Oh. Ok. I understand.” You didn’t mean to, but you sound annoyed. Well, you are. “Baby don’t be angry. I don’t want to hurt you.” “It’s okay, Valko. It’s dirty.” He knows you’re upset by you calling his full name. You were about to move away when he grabs your legs and pull you closer. “No way! It’s not dirty! I can lick it if you want me to!” Valko’s head about to dive to your crotch but you hold his head. “Hey, no!” He immediately look at you with puppy eyes, “I was afraid you’d be hurt if I go on, not because it’s dirty…” you’re feeling guilty, “okay…” his face suddenly brightens, “so if it doesn’t hurt, can we go on? Please?” You chuckle, “fine. But no licking.” “Yes, ma’am!”
💖 I like my man caring enough to ask if it hurts or not and for permission to continue 💖
synopsis: A free use agreement is always fun
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Valko x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Sylus, fem!receiving with Zayne), penetrative sex (with Valko)
ZAYNE
You don't even hear him come home.
You're a little too focused on trying to clean the underside of the table, on all fours underneath it. It's only when you feel the weight settling behind you, cool hands gently gripping your waist and tugging down your shorts.
Immediately, you grin. This agreement was really the best.
"O-oh my god..." You gasp feeling his tongue run over the seat of your panties, soaking the fabric. He hums, doing it a few times until you start to whine. Still, he's mostly ignoring you. This is for his pleasure after all. Your orgasm is just a bonus.
You try to keep cleaning, you really do. But you manage three swipes with the damp cloth before giving up, arching into his tongue when he pulls aside your panties and licks a loooong stripe up.
"Z-Zayne!" You grip the cloth tightly in your fist, trying to ground yourself. It's not much use, he knows exactly where to push to make you cum.
"Fuck!" Curses slip out of your mouth as you cum, only partially directed at the stupid table from keeping you too still to turn around and watch him. You can already picture the pleased smirk on his face as he pulls away, though not without cleaning you up with his tongue and making you whimper from the overstimulation.
"S-stressful day at work?" You ask as he fixes your shorts, then helps you out from under the table.
"Just the usual. Do you need any help?"
"...Wanna help me clean the shower? I think it's a two person job."
SYLUS
It couldn't possibly be that important, right?
Well, surely he'd say something to stop you if it was. So you shrug, and make your way into Sylus's office, mouth already watering.
He glances up when you step inside, slutty little glasses perched low on his beautiful nose. His robe is tied low, as it usually is, as he half listens to someone on the phone drone on and on about some business deal.
A smirk appears on his face when you wave at him, already knowing what you're up to. But he doesn't object, turning his chair so there's adequate room between his legs for you to kneel down.
"That sounds fine." He murmurs into the phone, watching you undo his robe and palm his half hard cock. Even now, it's an impressive length, one you're never fully able to fit in your mouth, but you're not a quitter.
He inhales quietly the moment your mouth swirls around his tip, moaning at the taste. From an outsiders perspective, it might look like you were doing this for his pleasure. But you and Sylus both know that really, this is all for you.
"I'm sure you can handle it." You glance up instinctively, but he's still on the phone, eyes full of mirth as if he can read your mind.
Still, feeling encouraged, you take him deeper, drooling around his hard length. He always tastes so good somehow. It's nearly addictive.
"Feeling hungry tonight, kitten?" You hadn't heard him hand up, but it's clear he has. You hum in response, bobbing your head around him as he sighs, tossing his head back in pleasure.
"Use me as much as you like. As long as I can return the favour once you're done, yes?"
VALKO
As annoyed as you were at your boyfriend for working so late, when everyone else had already gone home, it did have one perk.
"H-hi?" Valko's eyes go wide when you straddle him, immediately stopping what he's doing to rest his hands on your hips.
"You can keep working. Just wanna ride you." You murmur, pressing a few kisses to his neck. It doesn't take Valko much to get going, probably because of the way your scent currently envelops him.
"You don't w-want my help?" He picks up what he was working on, but you know his focus is elsewhere as you start to undo his pants.
"Nope. Just relax and let me use you?" He shivers at your words, no longer able to respond the moment your hand wraps around his cock.
You're grateful for the skirt you chose today, simply pulling your underwear aside and sinking down on him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of his cock splitting you open so deliciously.
"Fuck..." He sighs, device clattering to the desk behind you as he grabs your hips, already thrusting up into you.
"Y-you're supposed to stay still and let-let me use you..." Your complaints are half-hearted, forehead falling to his shoulder as his hips snap up to bury his length inside you.
"You are u-using me." He pants, using his grip on you to bounce you on his length. If anything, it's the other way around, but you're not complaining.
"Oh god I'm close!" You gasp, the chair squeaking underneath your bodies. He moves you faster, thumb finding your clit and making you see white instantly, nearly screaming out.
"Woah...you should come use me at work more often."
mecha arm cupped under your boob while he kisses you, sensors pressed against your ribs, counting your heartbeats, reading every jump in your pulse, the way your temperature climbs the longer he keeps you pinned. He barely touches you at first, just registers the numbers spike every time you try to grind against him, then pulls back until they settle again
Hours of this. Slow circles on your clit, two fingers stretching you open, then nothing when you get too close
“So wet… and your pulse is all over the place— tsk… hmm? awhh…you want it so bad, right? mm~ just hold on a bit longer…”
Caleb keeps you leaking, adjusting every stroke so your pulse stays high without tipping over. When he drops down he smiles into your cunt, tongue dragging and sucking slow, while his arm tracks how frantic your body gets, knowing just how fuckin needy you are
“Mm… almost. Hm? What’s that? Oh— you wanna cum? … hehe, I’m sure you do~”
And the power of reading you like this goes straight to his dick. Never in a million years would Caleb have thought he’d be in a position to deny you anything… yet here you are, shaking and begging while he decides. He could’ve jizzed his pants from the thought alone just a few years back. By the time he sinks into you you’re just a whimpering mess, but he’s still monitoring everything while he fucks you deep, feeling the data go wild every time you clench around his cock
Caleb still hates the mecha arm most days… But when he’s in a certain mood, he has to admit it’s convenient as hell
Instead of sex pollen, what if a Wanderer sprayed you with pervert slime, giving you the ability to see people’s dirty thoughts about you?
Sure, you get the occasional gross deviant, but isn’t it a surprise to see what the LIs imagine… who you are NOT currently romantically involved with.
Part 2! Where having dirty thoughts about you really really pays off.
For Context: Part 1
NSFW 18+
CW: ♡ Straddling ♡ Riding ♡ Oral (giving & receiving) ♡ Groping ♡ Neck Kissing ♡ Making Out ♡ Wall Sex ♡ On The Floor ♡ Nipple Play ♡ Rough Sex ♡ Mentions of Spanking ♡ Unprotected Sex ♡ Mating Press ♡ Body Licking ♡ Mild Teasing/Banter ♡ and probably more, sorry if I've forgotten anything.
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Valko
The conference has just finished, the attendees now networking, but all you can think about is getting fucked. For two hours, the man next to you has been relentless in his fantasy, and it’s left you a sticky, aching mess. Speaking of, the mystery pervert is still sitting next to you, twisted away and thoroughly intrigued by his phone.
You know better, because as of right now, he’s imagining sucking on your nipples, blouse ripped right off.
It’s almost impressive, knowing he’s been rock hard for two hours. For you, a stranger. You eye him properly now, and damn, he’s gorgeous. Slutty little glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, delicious broad shoulders, and that jaw…
You’d come here to learn and to meet people… fuckign them counted too, right? Absolutely it did
You lean toward him, holding out your hand as you introduce yourself. “Hi there.”
His amber gaze flickers to your hand, back to your face. Clearing his throat, he says, “Oh, hey. Yeah! Nice to meet you, I’m Valko.”
You initiate boring small talk, asking why he’s here, clenching around nothing as more slick comes to pool between your legs. What you wished you could say was ‘So, last week I got attacked by a new Wanderer, and now I can see people’s dirty thoughts. I can see your fantasy, and I’m very happy to make that a reality.’
Valko is chatting away, mentioning something about insights and protocores… until you lean in even closer, desperate to try and feel some of his warmth, but instead your scent washes over him… his words stutter.
The fantasy explodes with more desperation, more sweat, more everything. You’re on the floor now, the chair hindering his ability to fuck up into you the way he needs. With you on top, he can grasp your hips, guide you along his thick length. He slips a hand up to squeeze your bouncing tits, fingers trailing back down in admiration of your body… You’re a panting mess, moaning and gasping as he pushes you closer to the edge of oblivion. He wants to help. He begins to rub your clit, and from this angle, he can lean up and lap at your perked nipple, bite it even, needing you to make an absolute mess of him—
You fidget, rubbing your knees together, rolling your hips into the seat, needing friction. Needing release. You can’t take it anymore.
“Basically, I just think that—”
“There’s a supply room down the hall,” you cut Valko off.
“Pardon?”
You swallow, blinking at him a few times. Were you really going to do this?
Your throbbing cunt is screaming yes.
“Don’t get me wrong, the chair and the floor are hot, but there are too many people here.”
Valko’s jaw drops, entire face growing crimson. “Um. Sorry? Wait… What do you mean—”
“It’s a long story. But that doesn’t matter; what does matter is that you want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Let’s not make it difficult. You can ask for my number after, ok? But after two hours of that, I can’t take it anymore. Please.” You plead with your eyes, purring the please.
Valko swallows, brain short-circuiting. “Um.”
Impatient, you seize his wrist and rise. He glances to the dark patch left on your chair, then your face, a lustful haze taking over his pretty amber gaze.
You were so sure the Wanderer side-effect was a curse… But now you’re pinned against the storage room wall, legs shackled around Valko’s waist as his cock slams into you at a ridiculous pace. He's rasping sweet praises, breath hot against your temple… fuck you're tight, holy shit you're beautiful, don't even know me and you're so good… His palm is rough against your open mouth, trying to dampen your unabashed moans as he consistently hits that sweet spot so deep within you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life… yeah, you couldn’t be more thrilled.
Sylus
If Sylus is going to have the audacity to bid on that old thing as some kind of token, a tribute to his dirty fantasy, you’re going to make him work for it.
“Sixty,” you counter, flashing your paddle.
Sylus makes an amused sound, something between a snicker and a snort, raising it again. You strike back, making it eighty. And so the war begins, the price soaring high, until you feel the tickle of hot breath against your ear. “Do you think you can outbid me?”
You twist in your chair, flashing him an innocent smile. “Of course not, but I can make you spend a stupid amount of money for an old desk.” You turn back to the front. “One-fifty!”
You’re not seated on that desk anymore, but bent over it, struggling to take his monstrous cock. He’s used your blazer sleeves as restraints, hands tied behind your back as he pins you down, one large hand on your waist while the other spanks your ass with the bidding paddle. You clench around him, new spurts of slick coming to coat his thighs as he thrusts into you—
You inhale, crossing your legs so you don’t twitch. So now he wants to punish you? Yeah, ok… let’s see how high you can hike the price.
Eventually, Sylus ends up paying a million for the old thing. Your mission might have been a dud, but you did learn some interesting intel.
“Congratulations on your new desk,” you greet him afterward.
He smirks down at you. “Cute.”
“It’s a lovely piece of furniture,” you continue, nodding along to your own compliment. “Very sturdy. Very reliable. Worth every penny, I’d say. Where are you going to put it?”
“I think it would look remarkable in your apartment,” he casually returns.
Sylus has never seen your apartment… well, not from inside. But he knows that it would look great in the corner, so when you’re lying across it with your legs slung over his shoulders, you’ve got nowhere to escape. He pummels into your soaked cunt, chuckling as your eyes roll to the back of your head, then when you go to cry out, he can shove two fingers into your panting mouth—
You need that desk in your home NOW!!!!!
“Oh, that’s so kind of you, Sylus. Are you going to help me move it into my apartment? It looks a little heavy.”
“Of course, sweetie.”
Sylus is a man of his word, the desk now sitting nicely in your home. You inspect the wood, running your hand along the surface, then decide to sit on it. Seems sturdy enough, despite its apparent age…
Sylus, shrugging his jacket back on to leave, tsks at you. “That’s not what it’s designed for, sweetie.”
“Didn’t stop you from imagining me in all sorts of positions on it though, did it?” You counter with a mocking sigh.
Sylus pauses, arching a brow at you.
You swing your legs, feet unable to touch the ground from the desk’s height. With a sweet smile, you continue. “I’ve been so patient, you know. Aren’t you going to bend me over, spank me with the paddle? Did you even bring it?”
There are very few moments—if any, really—where you catch Sylus off guard. His brows shoot up, lips parting ever so slightly… But he is Sylus. And, of course, he recovers. The man chuckles, a darkness taking hold in his gaze.
“You certainly deserve it, for thinking you could rile me up during the auction.”
This man… Can't you just have one victory? One? (Well, at least you know you’ll be getting more than one orgasm.)
His rich laugh has you clench your fists—and your pussy. Never have you loved such a sound, only for it to fill you with inexplicable irritation, and the only way to be rid of it was to touch yourself.
“Did you forget, sweetie?” He motions to his eye—the aethercore. “What’s a true surprise is that I had no idea you could see mine.” Despite his smug casualness, his gaze drops to your mouth. “I’d have been more… tasteful with my imagination if I’d known.”
Speaking of taste…
You shuffle back on the desk a smidge, spreading your legs as an invitation. “Oh, don’t worry, Sy. I'm not complaining.”
And so, the leader of Onychinus is kneeling before you, tugging at your suit pants down so he can devour you. He’s an absolute fiend (haha), and true to his dirty thoughts at the auction, Sylus has you shatter on his tongue several times before you shove him away, overstimulated tears prickling. Your mind is completely gone by the time he sinks his cock into you. You’re laid back on the surface, ankles hanging up over his shoulders, his thick arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady. Vision permanently blurred, drool slipping down your cheek to pool onto the wood, Sylus doesn’t take his eyes off of you. Your hands grip the edge of the desk, ignoring how it creaks with each punishing thrust, because all you can really focus on is how his cock throbs, how it kisses your cervix so perfectly… You want him to fill you up, until the warmth of him seeps into your very soul.
(If you want more Sylus desk fucking and spanking ~ here.)
Xavier
“Will you walk me home?”
He shares a gentle conversation with you the entire way, all while his mind replays that one scene over and over with slight alterations. Like he’s trying to find which one would be the best for you. Face and tits smushed against the glass? Hot, but probably a little uncomfortable for you. Back against the tile, one leg hooked up over his shoulder, basically doing a split on him… also hot, but again, probably uncomfortable. He’s really caught up on it, actually. Like, the more he replays them, the more you have to remember that it’s a fantasy and not reality.
At least, not yet.
Because once you get to your front door, you take a shaky breath, knowing you’re about to cross a boundary you can never take back.
“Want to come inside?”
(Oh, he’ll be coming inside alright).
He cocks his head, a little confused. “Aren’t you going to shower?”
You feel your face flush, but you manage to hold his eye this time. “Um, yeah. I thought… maybe… um, like—I mean—”
Fuck. You’re fumbling. C’mon, now! You can do this! Don't you want to know how it feels getting railed in the shower? By Xavier?
Damn straight.
You compose yourself and, with complete control, announce, “I thought you’d like to join me.”
Xavier goes red. Like, really red. It would be cute if you didn’t already know how dirty this pervert was.
He’s in genuine shock. “You want… wait. Is this a trick?”
Your heart is pounding like crazy, but you seize his forearm and pull him inside.
You’re both standing in your living room, the silence piercing, but not uncomfortable. Xavier wants to rush forward and rip your clothes off—and you know this because you can see it in your mind—the only reason he hesitates is that he also wants more than just sex. He’s going to let you lead, until you say otherwise.
You grip the hem of your shirt, and with tantalising slowness, pull it over your head. He is quivering, trying to keep his gaze on your face, but he can’t help it… Those pretty blue eyes drop to admire your tits in your bra.
You turn around, murmuring, “Can you help me?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, and you feel goosebumps ripple across your body as his warm fingertips brush your skin. He unclasps you with ease, and the bra drops to the floor. Reaching back, you find his hands, leading them up to cup your boobs.
“It’s ok, Xavier,” you whisper, grinding your rear into him. “Whatever you want, take it.”
You end up forfeiting the shower… well, for a good while, at least. You end up stumbling into your room, where you discover what he liked to fantasise about in bed late at night. Xavier has you in the meanest mating press, mouth permanently attached to yours, absolutely drunk, groaning low in his throat. You have long melted away, Xavier swallowing your whimpers and moans as he fucks you so deeply, so entirely full you can barely breathe. He wants to praise you for taking him so well, that you’re such a good girl, how he’s fantasised about this for the longest time… but kissing you is addictive. Every second he wastes by talking is another second he’s missed out on.
Rafayel
“Fishing for compliments? C’mon, cutie. You’re always ravishing,” he returns, that cheeky smirk of his so charming and playful.
Everyone has headed into the gallery, leaving you alone with Raf. Folding your arms, you glower up at him, still feigning annoyance. “Oh, really?”
He mirrors you, crossing his arms, brow furrowing. “You—”
“Prove it.”
Everything goes silent, save for the few crickets chirping and the music gently trailing out from the building. Rafayel opens his mouth to speak, only to clamp it shut again.
“Cat got your tongue?” You drawl, leaning closer, resting your hand on his arm. “I sure hope not. I’ve never had every inch of my body licked before.”
He snaps upright, utterly startled, his frozen spell broken. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, I don’t know how…”
You can’t help but feel giddy, relishing his flustered reaction. You want to keep taunting him. “Are you saying that you don’t want to?”
His face is the perfect shade of scarlet. “I’m so confused right now.”
You glance down, the artist fully tented. “Not all of you.”
He turns away, shielding his face with a hand so you can’t stare at him. “Stop that! How did you..."
“Don’t be embarrassed, Raf,” you coo, stepping forward to chase him, reaching up to grasp his wrist. You lower his hand-shield, meeting his eye. He’s still bright red, breathing shallowly, and at your touch, his throat bobs.
“I’m sorry for teasing,” you whisper, almost purring. Your eyes suggest you’re anything but.
But honestly, you should have been meaner about it. Should have teased him until he cried.
Because now you’re fucked.
Literally.
Forget the gallery; the second Rafayel realised that this was real, that you wanted him, he drove you to his studio. Now you’re sprawled naked on his ‘muse’ chair—a velvet chaise that he’d bought for you so he could do your portraits… and not the clothed kind.
His tongue runs up the length of your calf, his warm hands holding you open so he can climb higher. He’s planting soft wet kisses along the inner of your knee, licking and nipping higher and higher, until he’s right where you need him most… except he doesn’t indulge. He skips your slick pussy, ignores your throbbing clit, and bites your hip bone… licks up your navel, kisses your torso while his fingertips skim your ribcage, until finally he’s at your breasts. And the cruel bastard does it again; he ignores your nipples, the tip of his tongue circling them but never flicking. Once he’s on your neck, you thread your fingers through his hair, arching your body into his, chasing the delicious, unbearable heat of him. He’s naked too, his hard length digging into your side as he suckles on your pulsepoint, licking a stripe up the column of your throat so his teeth can graze your ear.
He’s told you again and again, ever since you first whined and begged for him to kiss you, to touch you where you needed him most, for him to fuck you already… “You think I’m going to rush this, cutie? No, no, no. You don’t get to have me until I’m satisfied.”
Zayne
You can't stop thinking about what you saw.
You’ve had a crush on Zayne for the longest time… but you’d never let yourself indulge. But now that he had a dirty thought about you, it was essentially permission. So now you’re imagining straddling him on that office chair, sinking onto his cock, especially when he murmurs, “Breathe deeply for me.”
Except that’s not what’s happening, unfortunately. He has a stethoscope pressed in the middle of your back, listening to your lungs—and your racing heart.
You glance to the space beneath his desk, throat bobbing, mouth watering. If that’s what Zayne imagined for stress relief, well… what kind of friend would you be not to offer, right?
“What’s got you so stressed?” You probe him, watching as he puts the instrument away. “Just standard doctor stuff?”
His smile is soft, that green gaze flickering to you. “Yes. And I have some reports that are due soon. I haven’t had time to complete them.”
“Poor Doctor Zayne,” you sympathise for him, giving him a big lower lip. “So stressed he’s gorging on cupcakes. You know if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
He averts his gaze, likely out of guilt, because in that moment he imagines—
You’re on the examination bed, knees together and pressed into your chest as he tastes you (still in his medical coat, mind you). The position makes your pussy more prominent, a little tighter, so he really has to work for it as he thrusts his tongue into you—
DOCTOR ZAYNE! That is not professional.
“Thank you, but I’ll manage,” he says instead, so casual about it you’re in genuine disbelief. You always thought he was a terrible liar, but here he is, imagining you in compromising positions without so much as breaking a blush.
“Are you sure?” You say, almost accusing, raising a brow.
He stumbles on the way back to his chair, clearing his throat out of mild embarrassment. Finally meeting your stare, he gives you a subtle nod.
“Are you sure?” You lift your chin, glancing down to the space beneath his desk. “I’d definitely fit under there.”
“Pardon?” Zayne frowns, and bless his soul, genuinely confused. At least, for the few seconds, until it clicks.
Hehe, there it is… red blooms across his face, right up to the tips of his ears. He’s speechless, but to your surprise, manages to hold your eye.
“I’ll take it that you haven’t read my report from this morning, with the new Wanderer I fought.”
He’s paralysed, but eventually shakes his head. “I… I was going to look at it before you came—I mean, for the appointment.” He's so quick to add that, you can’t help but snicker a little.
Zayne is regaining some composure, perhaps convincing himself that what he just heard was, in fact, a hallucination. Until you do it again.
“You can read it while I help you,” you suggest with a shrug. “But I’ll make sure to lock the door. You’re right, Doctor. It would be mortifying to have someone walk in.”
And so, with the door locked and the blinds drawn, you’re kneeling beneath Doctor Zayne’s desk, licking up his throbbing length as he tries to read your report under his breath. You’d told him to speak out loud, so he can really absorb the information, you know? Your knee actually is quite sore, but who the fuck cares? You swirl your tongue around his tip before finally taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so you can take all of him—but he’s fucking huge, and you fail. That’s ok, you wanted to make him suffer, anyway. You bob up and down with agonising slowness, letting your tongue taste every thick inch, feel every vein. You pop off, hand gripping his base to keep him close.
“I can’t hear you, Doctor,” you warn.
He groans, throaty and pained. “S-sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry,” you say, your breath warm and teasing, lips brushing against his tip as you speak. “Now start again, I missed the first part.”
Caleb
Caleb finishes his drink, eyes darting around the room. “Alright, I dare you to… let me text someone from your phone.”
You frown. Um, hello? Wasn’t he going to whisk you into a cupboard and shove his tongue down your throat?
When he holds out his hand, you roll your eyes. Wow, how exciting. You pass your phone with an annoyed huff, but for an entirely different reason than he thinks.
“Relax, Pipsqueak. I won’t be too embarrassing,” he laughs, giving you a playful shove on the shoulder.
A few more people have their turns, until finally it’s yours. If Caleb were going to be a coward about this dare, you wouldn’t.
“Truth or dare, Caleb?” You turn to him, giving him a mischievous stare, willing him to choose dare with your mind. He laughs at you, unbothered and understanding your expression.
“You don’t scare me, Pips. Dare.”
Without a beat, you say, “Kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” (Sorry for the Perks of Being a Wallflower trauma.)
He goes completely still, eyebrows nearly shooting off his face as his jaw drops a little.
You are so smug, settling back as you narrow your eyes, teasing. “Go on, Caleb. Choose wisely.”
Everyone, utterly drunk and juvenile, is enjoying the game too much. All of the girls immediately straighten up, a little excited and hopeful.
Caleb stares right at you, refusing to even glance at everyone watching him, content in holding your gaze, a million thoughts whirring inside his head. He wants to kiss you so bad, wants to crawl atop of you, peel your clothes off, sink into you slowly… He doesn’t want to fuck you here, but like hell will he pass up the opportunity to finally have you.
“Well? Have you made your choice?” You murmur, licking your lips.
“I’ve made my choice for a long time,” he whispers, only to you. He leans forward, confident, lips pressing against yours sweetly… It starts as a cute confession, but you’re both hungry. You kiss him back, palm cupping his cheek, holding him close as you lick across his bottom lip.
“Alright now, c’mon! Tara calls out. “Get a room or something!”
She stands up, shooing at you both. Everyone laughs in agreement, and before you know it, you’re shoved into the darkness with Caleb, the closet door clicking closed.
You’re in his clutches, hands gliding down your sides to grab your ass. You arch into him, swallowing his moans, needing more. Caleb whimpers low as you grasp his hand, guiding him lower, until he cups your needy cunt through your shorts. His thumb manages to find your clit, fingers rubbing along your clothed slit, the perfect amount of pressure…
You return the favour, rubbing his bulge, the pair of you twitching and grinding with your clothes on like horny teenagers. You supposed you were long overdue for this, surprised it hadn’t happened sooner, to be perfectly honest. It doesn’t take long for the pair of you to cum, Caleb making a mess in his pants while you slump against him, trembling, legs threatening to turn to jelly as your orgasm crashes over you.
“Let’s go home,” Caleb rasps into your ear, planting a suggestive kiss. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
Instead of sex pollen, what if a Wanderer sprayed you with pervert slime, and its side effects are being able to see people’s dirty thoughts about you?
Like yeah ok sure you’d get the occasional gross deviant, but isn’t it a surprise to see what the LIs imagine… who you are NOT currently romantically involved with? 🤷🏼♀️👀
EDIT: WORKING ON A PART 2 SINCE THIS BLEW UP UM WHAT??? THANK YOU?? 😭🤭😏
CW: Straddling ♡ Riding ♡ Oral (giving & receiving) ♡ Groping ♡ Neck Kissing ♡ Making Out ♡
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Valko
You haven’t officially met, but he knows who you are. Well, his nose does. You’re sitting next to each other during a conference on protocores. You have a perfume on that mingles with your natural scent juuuuust right.
Well, perhaps it’s wrong. Because it is giving Valko the world’s worst best erection. He has to shift in his chair to hide it from you.
You’ve been side-eyeing him the entire two hours, wondering who the fuck this handsome man is, and why he is leaning so far away from you. Do you stink? You definitely put deodorant on this morning, brushed your teeth, and put perfume on! Surely not. Daring another quick peep, he was doing it AGAIN! He’s almost fully rotated on the chair, fingers perched up to his chin like he’s having some deep, introspective thought about this below-average lecture. Why is it giving that one scene in Twilight? Rude as fuck, actually.
And then it happens: that stupid side-effect from that Wanderer.
Everyone in the conference room is gone. You are straddled on Valko’s lap, blouse ripped wide open, skirt sitting up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, riding the absolute shit out of him. Your hands are braced on his shoulders for support, his mouth permanently attached to your pulsepoint, inhaling your smell as he fucks up into you, needing to be closer, needing to hear you scream—
Oh my god.
You immediately go red, and like a mirror, shift in your seat so he can’t see your sudden flustering. You knew once the conference was over, there was going to be a damp patch left on your chair.
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Sylus
You’re undercover at an auction, and wouldn’t you know it, guess who else is here? To his surprise, you’re in a suit, sharp yet flattering. The next item to be called is an old desk, beautifully crafted from some kind of sturdy hardwood, but what kind you have no idea.
Well, Sylus does. It’s walnut, and it is quality.
You’re seated on the edge of it. Pants gone, tits out, blazer ON, Sylus kneeling in between. His mouth is on your aching cunt, drowning in you, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open. Because you’re quivering, pathetically trying to clamp your legs shut, the overstimulation too much. Too bad. He wants to see how long you can take him, how far you’re willing to go… his ego needs to know how many times he can make you cum with just his tongue. If you give him one more, he’ll give you his fingers next—
“Fifty thousand,” his rich voice calls out.
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Xavier
He checks in on you the SECOND he hears what happened. He manages to catch you as you leave the med-ward, confirming that the strange Wanderer slime isn’t toxic. With the all-clear, you mention that all you want right now is a nice, steamy shower. You roll your head back with a dreamy sigh, exposing the column of your throat, your body shifting in a way that really emphasises your figure…
(Look, the man just can’t help it, ok? His attraction for you is off the CHARTS, and he is YEARNING for a chance to ask you out… but, bless his soul, he’s also incredibly horny.)
You’re in the shower together, tendrils of steam coiling about you both. Xavier is behind, that thick cock of his pressing against the plush of your ass while he massages your shoulders with soap… His fingers sculpt your muscles, slowly gliding down so he can grope your boobs next. He presses his lips against your nape, tongue running up to catch the trickles of leftover sweat… Teeth tug your earlobe, giving you full body shivers, and you end up grinding back on him, needing him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck the absolute life out of you—
Your clothes are too tight, cheeks definitely red, and you are unable to meet that pretty blue stare of his.
If that was what he thought about literally standing next to you completely unfazed, all smiley and boyish, what the FUCK did he imagine when he was alone in bed?
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Rafayel
All you want is to go to bed, but Rafayel has a showcase tonight, and you have to be there. “No exceptions.” He’d said, arms folded and pouty.
So, you manage to slip into some pretty thing that is still functional for security, and you make your way over to the gallery. Rafayel is out the front waiting, shooing everyone else who isn't you. The second his eyes meet yours, they flicker down, admiring your outfit… but when his gaze returns to yours again, something happens.
(What happens is that he is an artist, and he just got hit with some wonderful inspiration.)
You’re a whimpering, panting mess inside the gallery storage room. He’s got you pinned right against the door, tongue tracing your collarbone as his hands tug the straps of your dress down… he wants to worship you, wants to kiss and lick every inch of your body. For tonight, he’ll settle on your breasts. With the front of you bared for him, he sucks on one nipple, squeezing and kneading the other, all while your fingers are threaded through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, clinging to him, urging him to do more—
You falter mid-step, almost falling face-first into the footpath. Your throat is dry, heart thumping wild inside your head. Approaching Rafayel, you smile, oddly emboldened now that you know what he wants to do to you.
“You look nice,” he compliments—safe, casual.
“Nice? Is that all I get?” You give him an offended pout. “Not beautiful? Inspirational? Ravishing?”
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Zayne
You’re late. You practically skip through the hospital halls, rushing but not running, because that’s just not appropriate. Finally, you reach Zayne’s office doors, and without thinking, because you’re frazzled from being late, you barge in.
Doctor Zayne is seated at his desk, halfway through a chocolate cupcake, some of the icing and crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth. You make eye contact.
“Busted, Doc,” you tease, your previous anxiety gone.
He sighs, hiding the dessert back into the top drawer. “I’ve been stressed.”
“There are worse things I could have walked in on, I guess,” you laugh, coming to take a seat.
Yes, indeed.
You’re hiding under his desk, that delicious mouth of yours wrapped around his cock, hand gripping what you can’t take. Can't have you gagging on it when someone could walk in, right? You pump at his base, licking and sucking, taking him at a steady pace, drawing out his pleasure as well as alleviating his tension. Because he simply can’t resist, he stops writing his report to caress your cheek, hissing low under his breath as you take him just that little bit deeper down your throat, your quiet moan vibrating through him—
Holy shit.
You immediately sit up straight, clearing your throat to mask your surprised gasp. Clenching your knees together, you manage a tight smile.
“Is that why you’re here? You have a cough?” Zayne asks softly, kind. Your friend.
“Uh, yeah,” you lie, faking another one. “It sucks.”
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Caleb
You’re at a house party, and you thought it would be nice to invite Caleb, since he rarely gets to get out and about in Skyhaven.
“Pips, where’re you takin’ me?” Caleb slurs, a little tipsy.
You drag him along, until you both plop down with the group, all neatly sitting in a circle.
“Truth or dare?” Tara begins, turning to the person next to her.
And so forth, and so forth. The game continues, people daring and revealing embarrassing stories. The more people drink, the more juvenile it becomes, until it feels like you’re all in college again. Honestly, it’s kind of freeing, and you’re happy to roll with it.
Eventually, it’s Caleb’s turn, and he turns to look at you.
You choose dare, and so he dares you to spend seven minutes in heaven with him. You giggle, but you interlace your fingers with him, and before you both know it, you’re pressed up against each other in a small dark wardrobe. Caleb grasps your waist, tugs you even closer as your mouths swallow each other, tongues dancing, drunk on each other’s taste. He could die here. Especially when your hand sneaks down, cupping his bulge, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. His hands cup your boobs, squeezing gently to start, but as you both get sloppier and twitchy, he grows bolder, kneading you through your thin bra, hips bucking into your touch—
“Truth or dare?” Caleb smirks, taking another sip of his drink.
synopsis: caleb makes you use his evol to ride him. that is all.
tags: smut, dom caleb, mean caleb, mean dom caleb, lowkey brat reader, p in v, riding, improper use of evol, unprotected sex, coming inside, somnophilia reference, he threatens to withhold his own orgasm, teasing, mocking, caleb makes you kiss him, sweat, implied marathon sex, impact play, Caleb the Interrupter
pairing: caleb x fem reader
word count: 1.1k
“when you sink down, do it slowly. i want you to feel every inch of it.”
“isn’t this too much?” whining, you make a desperate attempt to escape—to no avail, of course. that familiar feeling weighs down on your body almost instantly. “please? i’ll help you next time, i swear! today was just a one-time thing!”
“you begged me to help you clean up the house before your big book club meeting this weekend. i take off work, get here early, and as soon as we get started, what do you do?” glaring at you from below, he clears his throat and puts on a high-pitched voice. “caleb, i’m so sorry, but my friend’s car broke down. i need to drop them off at the store, then at work, but i’ll be back soon, i swear!” he squeaks with a dry chuckle. “yeah. if by ‘soon,’ you meant seven hours later.”
“there was traffic! and i ended up just staying through their whole shift, because—”
“i’m not fallin’ for your little tricks today, so you can cut it out already.” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, firmly forcing you to meet his heated gaze. “our house is spotless because of me. my hard work. it’s time for you to return the favor.”
his hand engulfs yours, and the familiar warmth of resonance flows through you.
caleb gives, you take, just like usual. he lets his power becomes yours and smiles at the sight.
this time, his reasoning is far from selfless.
“don’t hurt yourself.”
it’s his command for you to start.
whimpering quietly, you sink down on his thick, hard length, breathing slowly while your body accommodates the stretch.
by now, your core is more than used to him—his size, his girth, his occasional punishing pace—but now, you hold the reins. mastering the monster bullying the rawest parts of you? it’s almost as big an adjustment as your first time together.
he watches you brazenly as you start your own rhythm, maneuvering yourself with timid, exploratory drags up and down. when you channel his evol, harnessing gravity to inch yourself up ever so slowly, you can feel his hot, tender skin slipping past your walls, promising never to leave you for very long. and each time that invisible force tugs you right back down? he grows a little bit bigger inside you.
a sharp hit to your backside disrupts your unsure movements, the loud crack resounding through the otherwise quiet bedroom. “you think you'll get any leverage like that? hold onto me harder. push at my chest if you need to. i can barely feel you.”
gritting your teeth at his wanton order, you bury your nails deeper into his skin. you tell yourself you don’t care if it hurts—he deserves it—but eye him with caution all the same. “i’m trying, caleb. you know i’m not used to this. i’m already getting tired. i’m not as strong as you.”
he tsks, knocking on your temple twice with his knuckles. “a fact hardly works as flattery.”
“i—”
“you say you’re sooo tired,” he drawls. “how? i’m doing all the work, just like always.” to prove his point, he flicks a hand in the air. your head tilts forward at his command, and he puppeteers you down for a heated kiss.
he pulls back once your air supply starts to wane, only to narrow his eyes as your skin smacks together once again. “i may get tired, letting you use me like this, but don’t think you can stop if i drift off for a sec. we’re in this for long haul. you can stop when…if…i say so.”
“can you at least help me?” even with his support, your thighs still burn like hell.
“if you’d helped me this afternoon, i’d be rewarding you right now. you’d be moaning my name even louder than normal.”
“caleb, please,” you whine. “what else do you want me to do?”
“just keep going,” he says smugly. “i did allll the work earlier. i’m not doing a single thing ‘til you prove you can pull your own weight. right now, i’m just gonna sit back and enjoy my luxury view.”
grumbling, you swipe at his neck but keep moving, gasping when the slight curve of him brushes just right against that special spot.
“are you getting close?” he purrs. “good. go faster.”
faster? since his outright refusal to help you, you’ve made enough squelches and smacks to make an erotica author blush. lines of muscle and stores of fat ripple with every slam down on him. how are you supposed to go faster?
“i can’t! this is as fast as i can— i can’t go any faster, caleb.”
your cries fill his ears, and he leans in close to murmur in yours. “make me come, and i’ll let you stop. but unless you go faster, i’ll hold everything back. we’ll be here all night. i promise you that.”
you’re babbling now at the weight of his threat, spearing yourself up and down on his length too fast to even sneak words in between. each time you rise and fall in the air, all you can smell, all you can taste, is sex. you and him, him and you. both of you, together.
despite his bravado, his head falls forward on the hardest bounce yet, slumping against your sweat-slick shoulder. he doesn't hesitate to mouth at the damp skin, groaning as his thighs finally start to tremble beneath you.
“good,” he hisses. “so, so good.” an open-mouthed kiss sears your collarbone. “can you feel it? how close i am? you’ll feel all of it soon. don’t stop.”
“not gonna stop,” you slur, shaking your head frantically. “just hurry, please. i can’t hold on, i can’t, i—”
strong arms wrap around your back and yank you downward. fully seated on his spasming cock, you feel the heat first—then the unsteady bursts flowing inside you.
each thick spurt flooding in, claiming all of you, plays its part in sending you over the edge. before his high loses momentum, your muscles clamp down on him, forcing all of what’s left into your deepest depths.
gasping to catch your breath, you all but mewl into his keen ears. “there’s so much…so much…we need to wash the sheets before we go to be—”
big, warm hands squeeze the flesh of your thighs, hovering you threateningly above his still-soaked tip. that cruel, cunning smirk you’ve come to dread curves his full lips. “i said you could stop when you made me come,” he murmurs lowly.
synopsis: caleb makes you use his evol to ride him. that is all.
tags: smut, dom caleb, mean caleb, mean dom caleb, lowkey brat reader, p in v, riding, improper use of evol, unprotected sex, coming inside, somnophilia reference, he threatens to withhold his own orgasm, teasing, mocking, caleb makes you kiss him, sweat, implied marathon sex, impact play, Caleb the Interrupter
pairing: caleb x fem reader
word count: 1.1k
“when you sink down, do it slowly. i want you to feel every inch of it.”
“isn’t this too much?” whining, you make a desperate attempt to escape—to no avail, of course. that familiar feeling weighs down on your body almost instantly. “please? i’ll help you next time, i swear! today was just a one-time thing!”
“you begged me to help you clean up the house before your big book club meeting this weekend. i take off work, get here early, and as soon as we get started, what do you do?” glaring at you from below, he clears his throat and puts on a high-pitched voice. “caleb, i’m so sorry, but my friend’s car broke down. i need to drop them off at the store, then at work, but i’ll be back soon, i swear!” he squeaks with a dry chuckle. “yeah. if by ‘soon,’ you meant seven hours later.”
“there was traffic! and i ended up just staying through their whole shift, because—”
“i’m not fallin’ for your little tricks today, so you can cut it out already.” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, firmly forcing you to meet his heated gaze. “our house is spotless because of me. my hard work. it’s time for you to return the favor.”
his hand engulfs yours, and the familiar warmth of resonance flows through you.
caleb gives, you take, just like usual. he lets his power becomes yours and smiles at the sight.
this time, his reasoning is far from selfless.
“don’t hurt yourself.”
it’s his command for you to start.
whimpering quietly, you sink down on his thick, hard length, breathing slowly while your body accommodates the stretch.
by now, your core is more than used to him—his size, his girth, his occasional punishing pace—but now, you hold the reins. mastering the monster bullying the rawest parts of you? it’s almost as big an adjustment as your first time together.
he watches you brazenly as you start your own rhythm, maneuvering yourself with timid, exploratory drags up and down. when you channel his evol, harnessing gravity to inch yourself up ever so slowly, you can feel his hot, tender skin slipping past your walls, promising never to leave you for very long. and each time that invisible force tugs you right back down? he grows a little bit bigger inside you.
a sharp hit to your backside disrupts your unsure movements, the loud crack resounding through the otherwise quiet bedroom. “you think you'll get any leverage like that? hold onto me harder. push at my chest if you need to. i can barely feel you.”
gritting your teeth at his wanton order, you bury your nails deeper into his skin. you tell yourself you don’t care if it hurts—he deserves it—but eye him with caution all the same. “i’m trying, caleb. you know i’m not used to this. i’m already getting tired. i’m not as strong as you.”
he tsks, knocking on your temple twice with his knuckles. “a fact hardly works as flattery.”
“i—”
“you say you’re sooo tired,” he drawls. “how? i’m doing all the work, just like always.” to prove his point, he flicks a hand in the air. your head tilts forward at his command, and he puppeteers you down for a heated kiss.
he pulls back once your air supply starts to wane, only to narrow his eyes as your skin smacks together once again. “i may get tired, letting you use me like this, but don’t think you can stop if i drift off for a sec. we’re in this for long haul. you can stop when…if…i say so.”
“can you at least help me?” even with his support, your thighs still burn like hell.
“if you’d helped me this afternoon, i’d be rewarding you right now. you’d be moaning my name even louder than normal.”
“caleb, please,” you whine. “what else do you want me to do?”
“just keep going,” he says smugly. “i did allll the work earlier. i’m not doing a single thing ‘til you prove you can pull your own weight. right now, i’m just gonna sit back and enjoy my luxury view.”
grumbling, you swipe at his neck but keep moving, gasping when the slight curve of him brushes just right against that special spot.
“are you getting close?” he purrs. “good. go faster.”
faster? since his outright refusal to help you, you’ve made enough squelches and smacks to make an erotica author blush. lines of muscle and stores of fat ripple with every slam down on him. how are you supposed to go faster?
“i can’t! this is as fast as i can— i can’t go any faster, caleb.”
your cries fill his ears, and he leans in close to murmur in yours. “make me come, and i’ll let you stop. but unless you go faster, i’ll hold everything back. we’ll be here all night. i promise you that.”
you’re babbling now at the weight of his threat, spearing yourself up and down on his length too fast to even sneak words in between. each time you rise and fall in the air, all you can smell, all you can taste, is sex. you and him, him and you. both of you, together.
despite his bravado, his head falls forward on the hardest bounce yet, slumping against your sweat-slick shoulder. he doesn't hesitate to mouth at the damp skin, groaning as his thighs finally start to tremble beneath you.
“good,” he hisses. “so, so good.” an open-mouthed kiss sears your collarbone. “can you feel it? how close i am? you’ll feel all of it soon. don’t stop.”
“not gonna stop,” you slur, shaking your head frantically. “just hurry, please. i can’t hold on, i can’t, i—”
strong arms wrap around your back and yank you downward. fully seated on his spasming cock, you feel the heat first—then the unsteady bursts flowing inside you.
each thick spurt flooding in, claiming all of you, plays its part in sending you over the edge. before his high loses momentum, your muscles clamp down on him, forcing all of what’s left into your deepest depths.
gasping to catch your breath, you all but mewl into his keen ears. “there’s so much…so much…we need to wash the sheets before we go to be—”
big, warm hands squeeze the flesh of your thighs, hovering you threateningly above his still-soaked tip. that cruel, cunning smirk you’ve come to dread curves his full lips. “i said you could stop when you made me come,” he murmurs lowly.
Something You Do That Turns The LADS Men On (including Valko)
Caleb
Caleb loves when you look for him in crowded spaces, unconsciously craving the safety and familiarity of your childhood friend and adoptive brother. Your eyes scan the crowd nervously, shining in relief when they lock with violet ones. The way you scuttle over to him, grabbing for purchase on the side of his jacket or interlocking your fingers with his, makes his throat tighten and blood rush downwards. In the end, even your subconscious brain knows that he is the one for you. Only Caleb could protect you and keep you safe. The fact that you weren’t even aware of the way you gravitated towards him made him want to take you right there, whispering sweet nothings as he gives his meimei exactly what he knows she craves deep down.
Zayne
Zayne loves it when you actually heed his medical advice. He has plenty of problematic patients, ranging from elderly people who simply forget the things he has suggested to them, to people who, like you, are so busy that they forget to attend their appointments and take the medicine he prescribes them. So, when you actually prioritize your health, utilizing rest days when he suggests it, and taking all of your medication religiously, it makes him want to spoil you endlessly. Such a good girl, listening to her doctors orders so well. Seeing how you are able to follow instructions so perfectly, he wants to see you do so in the bedroom too. If not, he has ways of making you behave.
Xavier
Xavier loves when you reach for him in your sleep. He spends so much of his time sleeping, and it's his favorite when you join him, whether it's bedtime or simply a nap. Regardless of the time, he is on call for wanderers and that causes him to sometimes have to slip out of the bed while you are fast asleep. When your sleeping self feels the weight of the bed lift as he gets up, you can’t keep yourself from reaching out, fingers brushing the warm spot where Xavier used to be. Even in your sleep, you have the cutest pout when you realize he is gone. Sometimes Xavier waits to leave the room until you settle, your eyebrows unknitting as deep sleep claims you once more. You sweet girl, so lonely without him and longing for him to be beside you always. When he comes back he always rewards you with a treat for being so well behaved, pumping himself with one hand as he dives into your soft folds, your slick coating his nose and lips as he makes sure to make you finish at least twice for being so good and patient.
Sylus
Sylus loves it when you argue with him. In his brain, it's akin to a tiny kitten yowling at a dragon for being in its way. The way you glare at him, mouth set in a deep frown, before beginning to speak again, voice laced with venom and sweet sass, makes something deep within him purr. There you are, arguing with someone who not only dwarfs you in strength and power but also influence. What did you think you could do? Even though he knew you could never defeat him, in intellect or might, he loved to let you try. It was like a fly struggling in a spider’s web, only to become more caught. Sylus lets you think you won, before pinning you down, and showing you exactly who holds the power here.
Rafayel
Rafayel loves it when you prioritize him above all of your other responsibilities. Your friend asked you to a meal but you cancelled because you wanted to see him? He’s instantly hard. You are out on a date with him and Xavier texts you asking about going on a mission and you decline? You better find a bathroom or dressing room because he is inches away from bending you over right then and there and showing you what good little devotees get for being so obedient. This sea god requires a lot of attention, basically all you have, so when you provide it without him even having to ask, it’s like you induced his ebb right then and there. He is your god, your idol, and your mate, so what could be more important than him?
Valko
Valko loves it when you nuzzle your head against him. He always does it, both purposely and without realizing because of his wolfish instinct to make sure you smell like him. The poor boy can’t stop himself from scenting you constantly, the knowledge that you smell of him and only him making his tail wag in delight. What he didn’t expect to love so much was when you nuzzled him back. His sweet, perfect mate. The fact that you aren’t even a wolf like he is, but still find yourself snuggling yourself against the crook of his neck or cuddling into his hands when he cradles your face makes his mouth go dry and his rut threaten to start. Since you are going to act like such a good mate, it's only fair he breeds and knots you like one, no?
haii guys! hope you enjoyed! this is my first multi-chara post, so we will see how it goes :3 as always, thank you for the support and love on my fics! i hope you have a wonderful day, and remember to stay hydrated -kitty
Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
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.”
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
It’s been days. No texts, no stupid voice notes of him rambling about his day, no random “you eat yet?” messages as soon as you got off work like clockwork. This isn’t Valko. Your puppy is glued to his phone when it comes to you. So after one too many hours of anxious pacing, you grab the spare key he gave you months ago (“just in case, sweetheart”) and storm over to his place.
Your heart is hammering the whole way. Worst case scenarios flash through your head, him passed out, bleeding, hurt over something he didn’t tell you about. You’d take that.
But the second you push the door open, the air hits you like whiplash.
Stuffy. Thick. Heavy with something musky, sweet, and feral that makes your stomach flip. That’s when you hear it, muffled, desperate panting, broken groans, the faint creak of a bedframe.
Your brain short circuits. You don’t think. Before you have time to mentally catch up, you just move, storming straight to his massive bedroom and shoving the door open.
And holy fuck.
Valko is sprawled across his bed, completely naked, skin glistening with sweat. His ears are fully out, twitching wildly. His tail thumps hard against the sheets. He’s fisting his cock with frantic, sloppy strokes, that’s when you notice; it’s huge, thick, flushed dark and leaking all over his abs. His chiseled chest heaves, abs flexing with every desperate roll of his hips. Those thick thighs are trembling. And when your eyes finally drag up to his face… his eyes are glazed over, cheeks flushed crimson, and there are actual tears clinging to his lashes.
He looks wrecked
You’re frozen in the doorway, mouth hanging open unable to look away from the obscene sight. The way his big hand struggles to even wrap fully around himself. The way his hips keep bucking up like he can’t stop. The wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
Before you can even process it, his movements stutter to a halt.
Wide, frantic golden eyes snap to yours. His ears shoot straight up. For a second he just stares at you, chest still heaving, cock twitching hard in his grip like it has a mind of its own.
Then something clicks behind that hazy gaze.
“…You’re here,” he rasps, voice wrecked and deeper than you’ve ever heard it. A broken groan slips out as something seems to overwhelm him, making his hips jerk involuntarily into his fist again. “Fuck- you… you shouldn’t see me like this-“
the movie had become background noise at this point.
“quit cheating…!” you laughed, trying to shove valko off the couch.
“I’m winning,” he chuckled. the whole “fight” consisted of him trapping your wrists together with one hand while tickling you so you couldn’t break free.
“tickling- *gasp* is cheating!”
“skill issue.”
you huffed dramatically, kicking his legs. he paused for a second, just enough for you to push against his chest and straddle his lap.
“hah! I win!” you grinned.
his eyes narrowed, a pout forming on his lips.
before you could bask in victory, he lunged again, tackling you back into the couch cushions. laughter bubbled from both of you as you shoved at his face, unsuccessfully trying to push him away.
“argh…!” you huffed.
he looked down at you for a moment, taking in your messy hair, flushed cheeks, and smug smile. something in his expression softened. he leaned down and chomped lightly onto your shoulder.
“hey!” you pushed him away. “bad dog.”
valko whined. his fluffy ears sprouted out from his tufts of hair and pinned down sadly. “no I’m not…” he whimpered, licking the spot he bit. “say I’m not, say I’m a good boy…”
his hands cradled your neck and waist gently as he licked your shoulder affectionately. his knee slotted between your thighs as he pressed his groin against your thigh.
“I’m good puppy,” he whined, rutting against you. his fluffy tail puffed out behind him, wrapping around your calf affectionately.
“valko…” you warned. “you’re going to make a mess.”
he kissed up your neck until he could nuzzle against your cheek. “I’m sorry for biting you, pup. tell me I’m good, please,” he begged.
“fine,” you obliged. “you’re my good boy. my puppy.”
valko sucked in a breath, his hips stuttering as a damp warmth spread across his pants. he pulled you in and kissed you.
