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synopsis.⠀after a horrid meeting at work, you find xavier asleep at your desk. he's... unusually clingy.
tags.⠀sfw, fluff, crack kinda, pre-relationship xavmc, gn!reader, reader's already a little annoyed for comedic effect, idrk i wrote this on a whim :C. short & not proofread!
“That’s correct, miss. This month’s attacks have been greatly reduced thanks to our—”
One more word from this meeting and your head will explode. No, in fact, implode. That would be less of a mess to clean up. It’s a shame you’re all by yourself there. Apparently, they specifically needed you, showing you off as a trophy for all you’ve managed to accomplish recently. There was no way out.
You wanted Tara to be there, at the very least. Nudging your shoulder every now and then, cracking some random joke-remark while the higher ups would be discussing over serious stuff… anything but this. Her presence would help with lighting up the mood instead of having to deal with the fact that two of your supervisors are standing there, admiring you as if you’re a statue made out of authentic gold.
Thankfully for you, it ends quickly, which makes you walk back towards your desk, exiting the meeting room. It feels like your head is made out of nothing but putty, melting down on your body as you sluggishly try to find your way back. Not only this, but paperwork’s happily anticipating you back there. Another headache perfectly awaiting your arrival. Wonderful.
Slowly pulling yourself together, you open the door leading to your office. That’s where you see a white-haired man, in his hunter uniform, in your chair, his head on your desk, in… what?
“Xavier?” Your voice reaches his ears, his fingers coiling ever so slightly around the edges of your desk. His closed eyes twitch a little, before groggily opening themselves up, still squinting, to take a good look at you and at his surroundings. He seemed as if he didn’t understand why he was even there.
“Mmh?” He lets out a soft murmur, slooowly raising his head from the desk. This way, you can get a better look at your work partner and neighbor who just so happened to fall asleep right where you should be sitting at. You perk your eyebrows up in response to his mumbling, asking for answers.
Xavier doesn’t speak, however. That prompts you to break the silence once more.
“Are you… alright? What’re you doing here?”
It’s not long before his eyes fully open to look directly into yours. “Just hanging out.”
Hanging out?! Is he being serious right now…?
“At… at my desk?” Rhetorical tone drips out of your throat.
“Yes.” He answers casually, as if this is a normal, day-to-day occurance. Still a little perplexed by the situation, you approach him and signal towards the stack of papers on your desk. You motion towards them, indirectly letting him know that you still have work to do. And that he’s in the way.
While he does pick up what you’ve been gesturing, Xavier doesn’t exactly let go of interrogating you as if you were the one who he caught red-handed. “Is your meeting over?”
“Uh, yes…” You furrow your eyebrows a little, responding to his question. Obviously it would have ended, you’re standing right in front of him. “Why? Did you want to talk to me about something? Are you alright?”
It’s the second time you’ve asked this. You do know Xavier to be a bit of an oddball, but this seemed a little out of your area of expertise. Luckily for you, he finally stands up—a little silly due to you intrerrupting his very nice nap in your ‘abode’—and eyes you up and down, like a confused puppy. You’re still completely lost.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just… waiting for you.”
And the reasoning you did not know of. Still, your brain feels way too heavy to carry on your shoulders to actually try to understand this man. You just got out of an awkward situation, just to enter in yet another one. Sighing, a little heavier than you would have liked, you sat back down on your chair, your hands sluggishly grasping the paperwork to slide it in front of your face.
Xavier is still there.
You wait a little longer, too occupied to mind him, engrossed and utterly engulfed in that ugly stack of sheets, carefully sorting everything and going over the same lines written there—
Xavier is still there.
—to make sure that you’re absolutely doing everything well for the Association. After all, as you’ve noticed today, you were the grand trophy of your workplace, no? You just had to continue to—
Xavier is still there.
…Well.
“Why are you still here.” The way you phrased it didn’t even sound like it’s meant to be a question. You painfully tore your eyes away from that blinding white, meeting his calm blue eyes. As if that didn’t infuriate you further.
“Sorry. Should I go?”
The way he phrased it didn’t sound like a genuine question, either. Just a little more pathetic, so to speak.
“Ah— I mean, uh, I don’t mind.” You reply, almost instantly. The way his eyes were practically begging you to let him hang around you for a while longer made your heart melt. You can’t just whisk him away, especially when he’s been acting so… odd.
Gathering your thoughts together (amongst the stack of paper which has now been reduced in height a little), you gesture towards Xavier that he can come a little closer if he wishes to. Maybe, if he’s a little closer to you, you’d be able to press him further as to why he’s so insistent on staying.
It’s fun, if you’re honest.
Taking this opportunity, you let him lean a little closer. You poke his cheek, grabbing his attention. Pulling the exact move as he usually does: engage, then fall silent before the other. Your question remains unspoken in your eyes, which seem to stare him up as if your gaze could easily pierce right through him. That same odd feeling lingering in the air between you two.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
There he goes! He’s finally talking to you, as awkward as your situation still might be, he’s at least saying something.
“For what?” You press on, even though you already know what he’s sorry for. You just want to squeeze out answers out of him, that’s all.
“For invading your desk. I only wanted to find you, but then sleep washed over me, and… your desk was the nearest station.”
His knee accidentally touches yours, making you jump a little. It wakes you from whatever daze you were in, letting out an exasperated breath.
“You have such a way with words.”
a/n.⠀haven't posted in like... a month... hdhfdh i'm sorry. this is a little sloppy because i kind of lost interest in lads recently given everything,, </3 instead i've been super into indie visual novels! who cares!!!!!!!! oh oh also, check out xavier's birthday bang where i'll be featured in as well ^^ keep an eye out! until then, i might go on a short hiatus on here ;;
taglist.⠀feel free to ask to be (un)tagged in future works~⠀@hirayalia @naomiarai @thinkingofzayne @lariivcx @wetforsylus @snowypi @gravitationalbluberry @valkyrhii <3
has anyone written valko eating an entire box of chocolates u bought only for them to be sexy chocolates and hes all out of sorts and needy. then u have to fuck it out of his system for hours. hm
summary: a stranger helps you ease your flight anxiety in some unorthodox ways.. (sexy time)
cw: afab!reader but i use they/them like twice, smut, they are all strangers except for sylus’s but they aren’t that close tbh. voyeurism, they’re all doing sexual acts on a plane around people. non verbal consent, they all consent to these acts. non!mc reader, reader is absolutely anxious to fly in varying degrees, they’re all probably ooc and they might not all make sense idc and not proof read! use of y/n bc i’m a y/n truther, remember ur roots..
sylus: oral (r receiving), tongue fucking (r receiving), sylus has a private jet (get him).
valko: unprotected sex, creampie (r receiving), biting (r receiving), they’re a lil gross.
caleb: mutual masturbation, fingering (r receiving), hand job (c receiving).
xavier: hand job (x receiving), cum eating (x & r).
rafayel: dry humping, nipple sucking (r receiving), they like to tease.
wc: sylus 1.2k, zayne 844, valko 914, caleb 876, xavier 893, rafayel 869. in total it’s like 5k i think
yap: whew! first time writing a multi and it was equally fun and stressful. they’re definitely all kind of the same vibe in some way but there’s only so much you can do! anyway i hope u enjoy and the warnings are listed in the way they appear!
sylus 1.2k
the door closed with a soft click leaving you and business partner, sylus, alone. it was a one sided awkward moment, you weren't super close with him but you also were far from strangers. you were looking into a new business venture and sylus offered to help so now you're on a private jet for the next few hours— alone and a little horny. and nervous.
sylus was in his element, glass of red wine swirling in its cup and his legs were spread wide, posture completely relaxed as he rested his head on his hand, sharp eyes boring into you.
"do you intend for this to be a business only trip?"
you looked at him as you pulled your files out of your bag, placing them on the small surface next to your chair. "yes?.." you trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as you continued to pull things out, pen, paper clips, tablet.
"a pity. there's many places i think you'd enjoy during our stay there and i hoped you'd wish to experience them."
"sylus i'm here for information not fun."
he simply hummed and didn't speak more. you took that as a sign and uncapped your pen, pulling a file out and flipping it open and getting to work. you worked for some time in silence, fingers cramping slightly from use that had you flexing them as best as you could. you were about to put pen to paper when the entire jet shook, your hands slapping down onto your files to keep them in place.
your head shot up in surprise and sylus just smirked lazily at you. "nervous?" he drawled, red eyes watching the way you capped your pen and gathered your work with jerky movements.
"nope! just decided work can wait." you said as you tucked the files back into your bag, zipping it up and placing it on the floor for good measure. you took the chance to recline back, finally settling against the extremely comfortable cushions when everything shook again, glasses clinking together.
a soft gasp left your lips, fingers white knuckling the arm rests as you tried to steady your racing heart. sylus let out a deep chuckle, head shaking as a smirk tugged on his lips. "you're sure you're not nervous sweetie? you can be honest i wont judge."
you rolled your eyes at him, gently kicking your shoe against his shin. "i've just never been on a plane before, that's all." your words had his smirk growing deeper, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked you up and down. he wasn't bothered by the shaking of the death trap you were in, calloused finger tracing patterns on his arm rest.
he watched you silently freak out, watched your body tense with every rattle, watched how your eyes looked out the window before darting away then repeating the torturous cycle. he sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning forward into your space.
"what are you doing?"
your eyebrows furrowed when you heard the clink of his seatbelt, hands still gripping the arm rests. sylus leaned his elbows on his knees, eyes boring into yours. "i am going to offer you a solution, a way to calm your nerves."
"i don't feel like drinking right now." you said and he shook his head. sylus dropped onto his knees in front of you, his large hands placed on either side of you- caging you in. "sylus! get up!" your hand smacked at his shoulder but he simply brushed it off.
"it'll be a smoother ride if you aren't so wound up sweetie." his nose nuzzled against your knee and your heart stuttered. you knew what he was offering now and the logical part of your mind losing to the excitement and anxiety coursing through your veins right now.
"and what do you suggest i do to relax, hm?" you questioned and resisted jolting when you felt warm palms on your waist. sylus's fingers teased the band of your pants, only pulling them down when you nodded at him. he moved slow, both your pants and panties sliding down your legs until your entire lower half was bare.
shivering slightly, you slid down a little and spread your legs slowly, unveiling your puffy folds to him. sylus groaned quietly as he eagerly watched you, one hand throwing a leg over his shoulder as the other held the other leg over the arm rest. "does being nervous get you so aroused or is it something else?" he rubbed his nose over your clit. "or someone?"
"shut up and help me relax before i do it myself." you snapped, hand curling into his silvery hair and tugging him against your pussy. he laughed against you, thick tongue darting out and swiping big licks up your folds. "fuck sylus~"
he hummed into you, the fat of his tongue rolling around your clit before he suckles it into his mouth. a loud moan left your lips, your hand slapping quite harshly against your mouth making sylus grunt in displeasure. he pulled your hand away, "don't cover your moans. i want to hear how relaxed i'm making you feel." he stated, diving right back into your folds.
"but- nghh, won't they hear?" you moan out, pushing some of the hair that had fallen into his face back. sylus shook his head, smearing your arousal around his face before repeating with your clit in his mouth. "sy-sylus! i don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable.."
"sweetie i own everything in here, i pay them to do their jobs— i don't give a fuck about them hearing you." he had pulled off you with a slight growl, eyebrows pulled together as he stared up at you.
his eyes were so intense you found yourself nodding and he stared at you for a little longer. the leg on his shoulder pulled him closer, urging him to resume his help.
his tongue slipped out, the tip teasing your hole before he plunged it as deep as it could go inside you. sylus wriggled the muscle before pulling away, your folds parting around his tongue until just the tip was in.
he made eye contact and winked before ramming his tongue back in, head bobbing as he quite literally fucked you with his tongue.
a squeal escaped your throat, head pressing against the cushion as the man before you ate you out like he was starved. writhing from pleasure, your hips bucked to match his actions, fucking yourself on his tongue as your fingers tightened in his hair. sylus moaned openly, watching you use him for your pleasure as his cock pressed heavy against his pants.
moans tumbled from your mouth as his big nose nudged against your twitching clit, rubbing the bud all around as loud wet noises echoed from between you both. sylus ate you out until your pussy was soaked, sore, and so fucking sensitive, not even caring about your volume or the growing puddle of arousal on the floor.
that band inside you was about to snap, legs twitching and back arching as you held him close, your orgasm washing over you in a strong wave.
sylus swallowed up every last drop you gave him, hair tousled from your fingers and eyes wild. you were almost boneless in your seat, chest heaving as you watched him pull away, pink tongue licking at his lips. "still nervous sweetie?"
zayne 844
it was dark and late, the lights were out and everyone was asleep with eye masks and headphones, snuggled up in their blankets. everyone was asleep but you and the man in the seat next to you. he's had his laptop open since it was allowed, screen slightly dimmed and reflecting in his glasses.
you had barely been able to sleep, too wound up from the absolute anxiety of flying. you were restless in every way possible, unable to sleep or sit still. you've probably changed your position twenty times in the last five minutes. feet coming to rest flat on the seat, you pulled the blanket up, tucking it under your chin as the tv screen in front of you shut off.
a slightly frustrated sigh had your head sapping to the side, catching sight of the man next to you with his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose. you shifted once more and his eyes cut to you, halting you immediately. "shit! am i bothering you? i'm sorry."
he gave you a once over, eyes lingering on your lips sending you a small wave of butterflies. "yes. have you never flown before?" he asked quietly, voice sharp yet smooth and methodical. your shaking head had him humming softly when the plane rattled. no one reacted besides you, your hand gripping the arm rest tightly.
his fingers held his laptop still as he watched you. shooting him a sheepish smile you removed your hand and tucked it beneath the blanket, reclining in your seat. the plane rattled some more and you bit your lip to keep from reacting to it, feeling a little silly to be honest.
"an orgasm can help with anxiety if you don't have medication. i believe the bathroom is open."
jaw dropping you stared at the man in disbelief, chest feeling hot at his words. forcing your mouth closed you let a thought roll around before blurting, "you should deal with it then if i'm bothering you so much." the man placed his glasses back on, fingers working to roll up his sleeves before his left hand tapped against the keyboard.
"very well."
his right hand slid under your blanket, cold fingers making you flinch as they grazed your ankle. feeling bold, you grabbed his wrist and guided him inside your pants and — admittedly — soaked panties. two fingers slid down the hair of your mound, stopping at your clit and rubbing slow circles.
a soft sigh left your lips, hand sliding up to lightly grip his forearm. adjusting slightly you had to bite back a yelp when he laid a firm slap against your pussy. "can't sit still even when you're like this." he whispered as he soothed the skin.
those two fingers slid lower, dipping into your arousal and collecting it all before slowly sliding back up. he spread your wetness around before slowly— slooowly sliding those fingers inside your pussy. buried to the knuckle he let you adjust to him— his fingers were long as fuck, pressing deep inside you. after a few seconds you whispered, "you can move."
and he did. chilly fingers pumping in and out of you at a steady pace, his palm pressed firm against your clit. he didn't seem bothered, eyes scanning his screen as if his fingers weren't buried inside of a stranger right now. his fingers were precise, easily mapping out the parts that had you twitching and silencing moans.
your head gently slammed against the headrest, hips bucking slightly when he curled his fingers just right, pressing right up against that sweet spot. "good." his voice was low and praising, like you were doing something right for him. your walls were squeezing him tight, pulsing around his fingers as he fucked them into you harder.
if you strained your ears you could hear the soft slapping of your arousal, lip bitten raw from trying to hold in your moans. "don't fight it." he had leaned closer to you, giving himself more of angle to thrust deeper. his fingers slipped out to smear your wetness against your clit before going back, palm giving a nice friction as your hips bucked into him.
nails digging into his arm, your legs shook, eyes falling shut as you focused on keeping your moans from slipping out. a few more pumps of his fingers and you were cumming, walls squeezing tight and head dropping onto his shoulder to muffle your moans. he worked you through it with ease, only sliding out gently when you squirmed from overstimulation.
you watched with lazy eyes as he slid his hand from beneath your blanket— fingers glistening from your arousal — before he swiped them along the the bulge of his pants. heat bubbled in your gut as you eyed his very prominent bulge straining against the material of his pants. he adjusted ever so slightly before both of his hands came to the keyboard, flying against the keys as he typed.
"you should go to sleep now, there is still a few more hours left."
valko 914
"hey we met earlier!"
you looked up at the voice next to you and you were greeted with a wide smile and sharp canines. recognition filled your eyes as you put two and two together— this was the very attractive man you had been talking to the whole time you were waiting for your flight to board.
"oh, hey! what a coincidence you're next to me."
you gave him a soft smile and you felt your cheeks warm as he got comfortable. "or maybe it's fate!~" he nudged your shoulder with his and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. ever the talker, you had conversation after conversation with him, hands gesturing as you both spoke.
you continued speaking softly through the flight, squishing close together in the dark cabin. you were mid sentence when you felt it, a terrifying shake and rattle that had you cutting yourself off. the feeling continued, the plane sounding like it was taking heavy hits.
"you okay?" valko asked, eyes filled with concern as he looked into your nervous gaze. his warm hand grabbed yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin as he waited for you to reply.
"i'm okay just.. i hate turbulence." you smiled weakly, digging your nails into the seat. he hummed and lifted the arm rest between you, pressing himself against you.
he wrapped an arm around your waist and he held you close, giving you a reassuring smile. "i get that, i used to be suuuper scared of thunderstorms. well, i still get scared of them sometimes." his hand was warm and comforting against you.
"really? a tough guy like you?" you teased, hand coming to rest on his thick thigh. "never would have guessed."
"ha ha." he smirked down at you, golden eyes tracing over every feature. you opened your mouth when the plane shook some more, your hand gripping him for dear life.
"fuck, this is gonna be so annoying." you whined, bumping your head against him. "i need something to distract me until it's over. maybe avatar? i might cry though.. or i can ask that old lady for some drugs, i'm sure she has some in that big ass purse."
valko laughed at your rambling, burying his face in your hair to muffle his sounds. he tugged his hoodie off and placed it over your lap, rolling his shoulders out. "it's so unfair you're so hot." you grumbled, pulling the hoodie over your head.
"hey! you should fuck me!"
a warm hand covered your mouth and you looked up to see his burning gaze. "shhh! don't say that so loud." he scolded with a smile, letting you drag his hand down between your legs.
"whatever, we should fuck cuz then i'll definitely forget that i'm trapped in the air at thousands of feet."
he chuckled softly and unbuckled his seatbelt, thick fingers working his sweats. you followed, lifting slightly to tug your shorts down and he pulled you into his lap, your core pressed right up against his cock. "fuck you're so bad— no panties? did you plan to get fucked?"
giggling you grinded your wet folds against him, feeling just how long and thick he was. "no but i'm not complaining." he grabbed his cock, lining it up before easing you onto it. he was so fucking big, the stretch was a very much welcome burn.
moaning softly, you stilled once he was at the hilt, walls pulsing around him as you adjusted to his size. "you feel so good pretty." his lips kissed across your neck, one hand pressing against your stomach and the other dipping between your legs.
with a soft sigh your hips moved, grinding against him as he pressed right against that sweet spot. your hand reached behind, fingers grabbing at the short hair on his head and head falling back onto him. "god— why are you so fucking big?"
valko nibbled your ear, two fingers rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit. "dunno but— shit, you take me so well, like you were made for me." his words made you clench and bite your lip to keep any moans from escaping.
needing just a little more, you start to bounce, just ever so slightly so he can ram against your sweet spot. he groaned into your ear and you pinched his neck, "be quiet~"
he growled and buried his face against your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. he held you in place as he planted his feet firmly, thrusting up into your sopping pussy in fast little thrusts. nails digging into his neck, you bit down harder on your lip to stay quiet, his fat cock quickly bringing you close to the edge.
"m'close." you mumbled, walls tightening around him as you bounced harder as best as you could. valko nodded, fingers working your clit as you throbbed around him. you felt the sharp sting of him biting your neck and you snapped, bounces stopping as you came all around him.
you felt him follow, his cum flooding your pussy as he throbbed inside of you. valko whined softly, hand cupping beneath you to catch any stray cum that dribbled out. "g'nna keep you stuffed all flight." he placed sloppy kisses against your cheek.
turning your head, you bit his bottom lip, pulling it before letting go. "is that a promise because i think i'm still scared." you smiled up at him, stomach fluttering at the wild look in his eyes.
caleb 876
the ding of the seatbelt light made you glance at it, fingers already working to tighten the belt against your torso. the flight attendant came over the intercom, informing that you'll be going through turbulence for the time being and to stay seated, as if you'd even think about moving.
"hey.. i'm caleb."
you force your eyes to your left, making eye contact with the (attractive) man sitting next to you. his eyes crinkle slightly from his smile, something like amusement settling on his face. you give him your name and he tests it out.
"sooo, you scared of flying?" he asks. slightly embarrassed you nod, feeling heat creep up your neck. "it's okay! a lot of people are scared to fly." his words were sweet, his eyes even sweeter.
"i don't fly much so it's all new to me." you say making him hum softly. the plane shaking has your breath catching and body tensing, hands white knuckling the belt.
your eyes screw shut as the shaking continues on, the inside sounds like it's breaking apart even if it really isn't. you feel warmth against your arm, a hand grabbing onto yours. "i'm a pilot so i'm used to this," caleb whispers in your ear. "you're fine, turbulence is normal and you're safe."
eyes opening, you meet his gaze once more. his thumb rubbed soothing swipes across your knuckles, your grip loosening slightly, "pretend a coin is in jello, it's stuck right in the middle alll safe and then— uh oh! something makes it jiggle, swaying side to side but it's perfectly safe in the middle, it just goes with the flow. that's what planes do."
his words kind of make sense to your anxious mind, visualizing his jello theory. "planes are made for this, turbulence won't knock it down that easy." he squeezes your hand once. you open your mouth when the plane rattles once more, your hand squeezing his tight.
he works his lip between his teeth before looking around. the cabin was dark, extremely dim blue lights lighting up the floor in a path. everyone had their partition up and headphones on, some with eye masks and you swore you heard someone snoring. everyone was asleep.
"i.. i know this is strange but i can help distract you if you'd like?" he says, eyebrows pulled together. glancing at his lips you take a second, looking around yourself before nodding slightly, "yeah.. okay."
caleb drapes his blanket across the two of you, pulling it high on your bodies before pulling you into him. he slides his partition up and stares at you. "you can absolutely punch me if you don't want this." he says before you feel his hand on your thigh.
even though you were nervous you couldn't help but already be a little wet from the attractive man next to you. nodding your consent, caleb's hand creeps up your thigh, fingers slipping under your sweats and panties. biting your lip in anticipation, you lean your head against his shoulder, hand resting on his thigh beneath the blanket.
his cool fingers find your clit, rubbing smooth little circles around the bundle before running down your folds, gathering your slick. he moans quietly against your head, fingers slipping into your aching pussy once you adjust your hips. his fingers already made you feel so full, reaching so deep inside of you in a way you could never reach.
biting your lip, you copy his movements, dipping your own hand into his pants only to be met with his skin. your fingers wrap around his length, the weight heavy and twitching against your palm. he relaxes against his seat, man spreading to give you more room as you begin pumping him, twisting as you reach the tip.
his fingers plunged deep, curling and hitting just right against that sweet spot, palm rubbing against your clit. hips bucking slightly, he uses his arm to push against you, forcing you still. "don't want anyone to catch us.." he whispered in your ear, kissing the skin beneath it.
your hand was wet, slick with his pre and making the glide easier. his cock twitched in your grasp, a soft whimper making you clench around his fingers. you were already so close to the edge from being pent up, pussy fluttering around his fingers as you buried your face against his shoulder.
"g'nna cum— fuck, want you to cum for me okay?" his lips brushed against your temple and you nodded desperately against his shoulder. hands picking up slightly, you both reached your peak, his body smothering yours against the wall as cum leaked from his tip all over your fingers. you muffled a moan against his shirt, legs closing around his fingers as you squeezed them tight.
chest heaving slightly, caleb pulled away slightly, hazy eyes meeting yours. giving his softening cock one last squeeze, you slipped your hand from his pants, bringing it out from the blanket and eyeing his release on your fingers. he laughed softly and slowly did the same, his own fingers glistening.
he handed you a napkin to clean your fingers off when he leaned in close. "looks like i succeeded in distracting you." he smiled when you realized yeah, he did.
xavier 893
you were about to grab your headphones when the plane suddenly shook, your hands reaching out to stable yourself. leaning back, the plane rattled some more, forcing your anxious hands to grip where they were, one on the seat in front of you and the other on the seat next to you. only…
looking to your right you quickly realized that the seat to your right was, in fact, not empty— a blonde man with sleepy blue eyes sat there. your jaw dropped slightly before the man adjusted slightly making your eyes look down. your hand was literally gripping his dick right now.
gasping softly you rip your hand away only to put it right back as the plane shakes. the man looks at you, eyes heavy lidded and a soft pink creeping up his neck. "i'm so sorry!" you whisper yelled, moving your hand to grip his thigh instead as you get rattled around.
"it's okay." his voice was soft as his head dropped against the headrest. the man genuinely looked like this could be just a normal, comfortable little car ride. your fingers gripped hard, digging into his quite muscular thigh on accident.
“you might leave your mark if you dig any harder."
you were unsure how to take his words, he didn't sound upset or anything but the small quirk in his lips had you relaxing. "sorry again, i'm just a super nervous flyer. turbulence always makes my heart race." you informed him for no reason other than to ease your anxious mind.
"a lot of people are nervous flyers so it's nothing to be ashamed about."
nodding at his words, you moved to get your headphones once more when it felt like the plane dropped. your heart fell as you steadied yourself again, hearing the man beside you groan softly. assuming he was jostled too, you looked at him and paused when you took him in.
his cheeks were pink, lip caught between his teeth as he looked at you. "scary huh? i've never felt that before but-" your words were cut off when you felt a twitch beneath your palm. your head snapped down to see that your hand was once again right on top of this mans dick. and it twitched. well, it was getting hard actually.
"okay i've felt that before."
the man smirked at you before shifting, hips thrusting up into your hand making you grab at the bulge. "would you be so kind as to help a stranger with flying anxiety?" you asked quietly, rubbing his cock through his sweats.
"of course, i help civilians all the time."
you looked around before slipping your hand under his sweats, surprised that he had no underwear on. you shot him a look and wrapped your fingers around him, stroking the half hard cock. he felt good in your hand, warm and pulsing so deliciously for you. the man spread his legs wider, tugging his pants slightly to give you more room.
precum dribbled across your fingers so you gathered all you could, coating his cock with his own mess. "you must really really like me." you hummed, jerking him off at a steady pace. the man thrusted his hips up into your hand again.
pulling your hand out, you ignored his soft whine and spat into your palm, holding it beneath his chin for him to do the same.
he made eye contact, blue eyes shining bright as he copied your actions, his pink tongue slipping out slightly. with a smirk and clenched pussy, you tucked your hand back inside his pants and smeared your combined spit around his cock.
his hands gripped the arm rest, cheeks still pink as he stared at you as if daring you to look away. your hand made muted schlick schlick noises as you sped up, twisting around his tip and down, repeating this over and over.
his chest heaved slightly, very quiet moans leaving him only for your ears to hear. your pussy was dripping now, making your panties uncomfortable as you watched him with rapt attention. his cock twitched in your hand, his hips fighting against staying still as his orgasm was rapidly approaching.
"fuck you're so hot like this, all needy for me."
you whispered, leaning closer and he did the same, the heat from your bodies making goosebumps erupt on your skin. you felt him twitching like crazy, his heavy balls tightening as his stomach tensed. he let out a strained moan that had your free hand slapping onto his mouth to shut him up.
his eyes were wide and pleading, head thrown back as you pumped him a few more times before he came, cum shooting out and running down your hand. his chest rose and fell, neck now pink and pupils blown wide as he stared at you. you squeezed the base of his cock, the last little bit of cum dribbling out before you let him go.
you removed your hands from him, making eye contact as you held your cum covered hand up to his lips. his tongue slipped out, lapping up what he could reach, eyes never wavering as he cleaned up his own cum. you pulled your hand away and copied his action, licking up his cum and smirking when you saw him twitch out the corner of your eye.
rafayel 869
the plane had been going through turbulence for half an hour now, a constant shake that had you feeling on edge. your body was starting to cramp from how locked up you had been since it started, too afraid to move for some reason. the crew had been seated for this time but no one seemed to care that they were in a death trap in the sky.
"you're really cramping my nap right now cutie."
the man next to you lifted his eyemask up, eyes taking in your entire being. you side eyed him with a guilty smile, "sorry. just kind of anxious." your words made him scoff lightly. you watched as he pushed the eyemask off and tossed it onto his bag below, his purple hair ruffled from the movement. "sorry— i didn't mean to disturb you."
he waved you off and leaned on his elbow on the mutual arm rest. "first time flying? or are you just a constantly anxious person." a laugh left you, teeth immediately biting onto the skin to keep from being too loud.
"i've flown before but it doesn't get easier, plus i've never flown alone before so i'm out of my element."
the man hummed and traced patterns onto your hand. "rafayel, frequent solo flyer, single."
your lip quirked up at his words and you shook your head. "y/n, anxious few time flyer, single."
he gave you a dazzling smile as he leaned in, his breath smelled minty and sweet. "what do you usually do to calm down when you're anxious?"
"jerk off."
you groaned softly as the words slipped out, eyes screwing shut as he laughed quietly in your face— literally. "well if you're into it i'm pretty sure you can go ahead and do it here." he shrugged. your hands came to your face, hiding the warm skin as you tried not to laugh or die of embarrassment.
"i've never done it on a plane, i usually just blast music until i get a headache and pretend i'm anywhere but here."
rafayel nodded and goosebumps rose on your skin as his finger trailed up your arm. "i've done it before. it's quite… exhilarating." his eyes cut to yours, pretty lips pulled into a teasing smile. "i could show you? or help you have an orgasm at the very least."
"yeah? you'd help a stranger all alone overcome their anxiety?" you teased, enjoying the way his pupils grew and the front of his loose pants chub up. "i'd be glad to accept your help rafayel." your lips brushed against each other as you whispered, hand lifting the armrest so there was nothing between you.
he threw his big ass blanket over you both and basically mounted you, hooking your legs around his waist as his face buried itself in your neck. "don't worry cutie, no ones awake right now." he mumbled, placing soft kisses against your skin as he lined himself up with your clothed core. wrapping your arms around his neck, your hips lifted, grazing against his hard bulge.
rafayel responded, grinding his hips down onto you, the thinness of his pants making you feel everything. "can i?" he mumbled, fingers toying with your thin tank top.
humming your consent, he pushed your top up and pulled your bralette down, lips immediately wrapping around your nipple once it was free. biting your lip, you adjusted the blanket with one hand, the other burying itself in his wavy hair.
his hips worked against yours, his clothed cock pressing just right against your pussy. your hand covered your mouth after a moan almost slipped out, head tilting to look at the man between your legs.
rafayel's eyes were half lidded, lips red as he suckled on your puffy nipple, a thin line of drool dripping down his chin. the sight had a soft moan muffling against your hand, your pussy clenching around nothing.
he pulled off with a quiet pop, pressing open mouthed kisses against your sternum on his way to your other nipple. "l-like it cutie? i like when you hump against me." his voice was quiet, breath coming out in puffs against your warmed skin as his hips sped up. you nodded, humping in tandem with him, the hand on your mouth coming to cup his cheek.
rafayel sucked your nipple into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he grunted softly against you. "fuck- s'good." you whispered and brought your other hand to the nipple he just left, rolling the bud around your fingers. your breath stuttered, hips moving quicker as the band in your stomach came so close to snapping.
rafayel locked eyes with you as his hips dropped harder, the friction catching your clit just right and working it until you were biting back a loud moan. fingers still moving, you watched his eyes flutter shut, hips stuttering before stoping as he whimpered around your nipple.
his cheeks were red, lips puffy when he finally pulled away and lifted himself to be face to face with you. you pulled your top down lazily, one hand rubbing along his neck and chest, feeling the warm skin. "i think the turbulence is over now." you smiled up at him.
i hope u made it to the end. u deserve an ice cream if u did
cw masturbating on call 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
Bzzt, bzzt. Bzzt, bzzt.
"Hello?" You groggily turn to lay on your back as you press the phone to your ear, staring up at the ceiling and blinking until the fuzziness in your vision disappears. "Zayne?"
His voice sends a pleasant wave of warmth through your bones. "Yes, it's me. Did I wake you, darling?"
A door clicks shut on his end. He must've just gotten home. You squint at the time, noting it's a little past three in the morning.
"No," you lie, grinning lazily when Zayne only scoffs.
The steady, sure stream of a faucet running lets you know he's in the bathroom beginning to wind down for the night. You hum in response to his stories from the day's work, details about upcoming surgeries and how his patients have been. To anyone else, he may as well be reading a shopping list for groceries, but you pick up on his strained tone and the heavy sighs he lets out between anecdotes.
You wait until you're certain he's settled in bed before you make your move. "You've been stressed the entire week. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You're doing everything just right, sweetheart," comes his sweet, soft mumble. "Calling you… I've missed your voice, incredibly so. I couldn't wait to get home."
There's a small smirk playing on your face, knowing exactly what path this conversation is about to go down.
"Careful, doctor," you singsong. "With that tone of yours, it almost sounds like you've been excited about this all day."
He picks up on what you're insinuating immediately, tone shifting to something more husky when he replies. It makes your stomach do a somersault.
"Oh? You wouldn't exactly be wrong to say such a thing, darling. It seems not just me, but my body in its entirety, has been aching for you."
Your thighs instinctively clench when his voice drops an octave. You can imagine the moments before he called so perfectly—Zayne, stumbling out of his car, painfully hard and phone in hand, eager to call you the second he steps through the threshold of his home. Zayne, biting his lip to stop the groans spilling out while he washes his hands and face, listening intently to the sound of your labored breathing over the phone line. Zayne, slipping into nothing but gray sweatpants that darken immediately from his pre, who still insists on trying to talk to you somewhat normally despite his weeping cock.
And Zayne, who falls apart the moment you breath a whiny, "Me too, pretty boy. Missed you so much."
It doesn't take long for his moans to be all that fills your brain, your loud cries spurring on his filthy mouth as he thrusts up into his fist like his life depends on it.
"Darling, o-ohh... darling. This—this was your plan all along, wasn't it? Nghh... you vixen..."
A third finger squeezes its way into your pussy, and you out a whimper. "J—just, hic, just missed you soo much, need your fingers, need your—mmpff!—big cock!"
The stretch is delicious, and Zayne's throaty groan at your words is doing nothing to stop the tightening coil low in your gut, hot and taut and ready to burst. Your thumb flicks at your clit and you arch your back, swearing that you can see white spots at the edge of your vision—
"W-wait, da—oohhh—darling," he pants. "Stop. Stop touching yourself."
You whine incessantly but pull your fingers away, crying softly into your phone's mic. "Noooo… m'soooooooo close… Zayne, not fair…"
So far gone, you fail to register the scuffling of clothes before a door is slammed shut—loudly, hurriedly. Keys jingle, and your lashes flutter as you try to make out what your boyfriend is doing and why it's not talking you through an orgasm.
"Give me ten minutes, sweetheart." Zayne's voice is raw from moaning, a fact that has slick drooling out of your empty cunt. "I'm not able to wait until tomorrow, so tonight it is."
"B-but—"
"No touching," he commands. "Not until I get there and you can cream around my cock like you were made to do."
Hi hi! 👋 I just saw this valko fanart with blueberries and was reminded of your blueberry picking with sylus fic! Maybe sometimes valko will tag along too during these excursions 🤭
AAWWW!! do you remember who drew it? i'd love to see it :D
valko would love to go fruit picking omg he would have so much fun😭😭when we get tired he'd feed us berries to keep us going:3
I had a dream that you decided to change your username to something completely different and get rid of everything LADS related on your page, and that made me so sad! 😓
Please don't leave us! 😭
OMGG stop i was in your dream? :(( imm giggling a bit imagining u just seeing my blog HAHAA i used to dream of peoples blogs too😭
STAAHP my name will only ever be valkyrhii or luvinbloom. thats it. those are my personalities.
THIS MAKES ME EMOTIONALDJJDJDND back in march/april i planned on deleting everything and deactivating bc of irl stufff but i just deleted some fics HAH😵💫 I THINK I NEEDED THIS A LIL BIT. IM SO HAPPY TO STILL BE HERE!!!
