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YOUR HUSBAND IS C☆MING .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS :☆: it's your wedding day!

zayne ⋮ he's too overwhelmed seeing you in white .ᐟ caleb ⋮ you just cannot get your hair right .ᐟ xavier ⋮ your wedding is in 5 hours and you haven't slept a wink .ᐟ rafayel ⋮ he finally gets to fuck his bride .ᐟ sylus ⋮ he's not allowed to see you .ᐟ

CW :☆: MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), semi-public sex, blindfolding, spit play, overstimulation, edging, dirty talk, thigh-fucking, creampie, rafayel nearly ebbing, LIs being mushy

ZAYNE LI ☆

It’s a modest wedding—just close friends and family gathered to bless the two of you. Still, you’re getting married. So here you are, dressing together, and Zayne—god, zayne, is overwhelmed at the sight of you in white. Ready to marry him.

And he doesn’t know what to do with it than to—

“y-yes, use me.” His hand comes up to your chin, grip trembling as he pulls you into a messy, desperate kiss, your lipstick smearing across his mouth. Your wedding dress is bunched at your waist, layers swallowing your husband-to-be as he pistons his hefty dick into you from below. You grind down into him, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair, holding him there.

“hah—! how are you deeper than before?” you mewl, face in his neck, sucking marks into his heated skin. “can feel you s’deep…”

“you can, can’t you?” he bites back a sound only for it to rip through as a whimper. Your hot, gummy walls spasm around the whole of his length and his hand spreads across your back, holding you flush to him as his hips falter.

His cock twitches inside you before stilling. “on second thought, stay still.” he pulls away. “Let me move. We can’t have you getting too hot.”

He’s moving before you can nod. And all you can do is clutch him tight while his cock grinds into your cervix at each long stroke of his. Your knees dig into the strong muscles of his thighs.

“mmfuuck—!” you cry, eyes squeezing shut.

“spread your legs. We’ll ruin your dress.” His legs part, guiding you wider for him. and somehow, it gives him enough leverage to pull out of you alllll the way out and then bury himself to the hilt, dragging his thick cock over every sensitive inch of your walls in lewd schlick schlick schlicks despite the layers.

His hand disappears in your dress, fingers brushing over the lace garter around your thigh and then higher to part your soaked folds.

“w-wait I’m gonna cum.” You tell him. his pace grows desperate.

“mngh… don’t worry,” he pants, losing whatever composure he had left. “I am too.”

His thumb finds your clit, moving through your slick—down to your hole—where your puffy pussy lips are stretched around him to the limit—and back up to the throbbing bud.

waves of heat roll over your body as you cum with a silent cry. You feel him jump in you, balls tightening against your ass. “finish in me,” you tell him.

He lets out a strangled moan—unable to muster up the composure to protest—spurting jets of warmth in you, pumping you full of his load. Your spasming cunt wriiings out every last drop of release.

He pulls your face close to his, nose bumping with yours as you come down together. He places a small, shy kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“shall we go get married now?”

CALEB XIA ☆

It was supposed to be right. And it was—on paper. It was a wedding ripped right out of the cheesy dramas you binge. except. Your hair didn’t get the memo. Your bridesmaids sat helpless while you handled it in tears—only to toss the curling wand away.

“heyy, what’s wrong?” caleb invites himself in the room. The women step out immediately.  Screw the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding bad luck. This was bad enough.

You sniffle, pressing your face into his chest. “caleb it’s all falling apart…” you look up at him with teary eyes and before you can even stop yourself, your lips crash against his.

“fuck baby—you’re extra soft today, mm?” his long cock pummels into you. his hand reaches down, peeling away a layer of your dress. “hold it up f’me, pips.”

You’ve clutching the thick layers against your chest like your life depends on it while your fiancé absolutely obliterates your leaky cunt one thrust at a time. “s-slow down ‘leb…” you whimper, back arched like a bow for him.

“slow down? how do you plan on making it on time to our wedding?” he chuckles, leaning down to spread your swollen, slick coated pussy lips to reveal your pulsing little bud for him. he drools at the sight. And doesn’t let it go to waste. His warm spit lands on your aching bud, trickling down to mix with the juices you ooze out.

He watches the way your poor, overstretched cunny still manages to swallow him—and god he knows he’s too big for you but look at you. tears prickling at your eyes, whimpering under him dressed in white to be married to him. how on earth did he get so lucky?

“m’so clooose—!” you whine, thighs attempting to press together.

“good god, pips. Y’look so pretty round my cock…” he groans. His hand curls around your thighs hiking it up, letting his fat cockhead drill its way into your sinfully soft channel. His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making you yelp beneath him.

it doesn’t take long for you to finish, clamping around him in wet pulses that his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Still, he keeps moving. He keeps pounding you through that vision blanking orgasm, until you’re practically sobbing under him.

“mmf—please… s’too much—hic!” and still, you make no attempt to escape. You’re exactly where you want to be—your overstimmed pussy being bullied into another orgasm.

“jus’ like that, keep clamping baby. I’m right there…” he pants, leaning down to kiss a tear away. “you’ll let me cum in you, right? Let caleb stuff you full?”

“y-yes! yes please—oh?!” His dirty talk alone tips you over the edge again, milking him for his release. And he does. Ropes after ropes after ropes of hot, creamy cum pumping into your pussy.

And when you finally calm, he gathers your hair, fixing it into an elegant low bun—murmuring quiet “thank you”s through sniffles for marrying him.

XAVIER SHEN ☆

“I couldn’t sleep either.” You jolt at your fiancé’s voice behind you. You’re ecstatic. And in that excitement, you were dressed and ready before time. In 5 hours, the wedding you dreamed of begins. an early morning ceremony, walking the aisle under stars, sealing it with a kiss as sunlight finally breaks.

The venue lies hushed as you stand together on the balcony, gazing down at the flowered arch where you’ll soon be married.

“xav—ngh!” you grip the railing harder. Your pussy moulds so perfectly around your fiance’s cock, stretched obscenely wide.

His hand reaches around your throat to tip your chin up to have you watch the place you’d soon say vows at. “a-are you sure this will help you sleep?” his voice sounds too normal for his actions.

He’s nearly jackhammering into your velvety hole, causing it to squelch and ooze more of your love juices down your thighs. His foot nudges your legs farther apart, the need to drill deeper into you consuming him enough to bury his face in your hair and groan low.

“mmhm, mhm ye—ah!” you nod, hips pushing back to meet his deep pounding. “don’t want eye bags.”

By the pace at which he’s ramming into your pussy heat, you can already imagine it—imagine yourself walking toward him with shaky legs, his cum still leaking down your thighs. Fuck. There’s no way you were going to clean up after your session. Your legs are quivering at this point, held apart only by his knee.

“alright,” he murmurs, halting entirely. You bite back a whine. “keep them pressed if you want it that way.” He pulls out. His fingers find your gaping hole, two plunging in to coax out translucent strings of your arousal and his pre cum, smearing it between your thighs. And that’s when you feel the fat head of his cock again—pushing its way where your plush thighs press the tightest, and yet, making sure that your swollen clit isn’t left out.

“you keep looking at the arch,” he leans in, one of his hands guiding his cock between your syrupy slit. Your thighs press harder. You’re so close but there’s no way you’re cumming empty like this. He lets out a chuckle, soft enough to be mistaken as innocent. “are you going to cum to the thought of our wedding?”

He breaches your puffy lips again, sliding in with ease with the lewd amount of slick gathered there. “filthy girl… I’m right.” His hand presses down on your lower back, arching you for him as he buries himself balls-deep.

“oh! Hic—just… just let me cum, already!” you clamp around him, all the obscene ideas making your pussy walls stir.

Xavier’s fingers spread your ass cheeks for him and he sinks deeper than ever. You let out a choked sob—very close to rutting your needy clit against the glass if he keeps you on edge any longer. “it’s okay. I’m thinking of that too,”

He pinches your clit once and that has you creaming around his pulsing length. Your pussy clamping around him like heartbeat has him finishing too, keeping you plugged like that for a moment until you come down from the high.

“there’s no way I can sleep after this,” you pout. Xavior huffs out a fond laugh behind you.

“pfft okay, we’ll take a long nap together after the wedding,”

RAFAYEL QI ☆

You wanted to give him something unforgettable for your wedding—something truly special, because he’s been certain about marrying you for as long as you can remember. No exaggeration. And you knew simple nudes wouldn’t cut it.

Until an evil idea pops in your mind. You were no stranger to his “bride kink”. So why don’t you just play with that?

“fuckfuckfuck cutiieee,” he whines pathetically.

his eyes are snapped shut. All he can do is push his stuttering hips flush against yours, feeding your leaking cunt more of his stout inches—all while holding your dress as far away as he can from the mess. Your hole pulses, dribbling out a mixture of your cream and his pre cum that his angry red head can’t stop spilling.

“mngh you’re suuuch an angel—hah!” he grips your thighs, holding them apart as he destroys your overstimulated cunt. “such an angel for letting me fuck this pretty pussy in your wedding dress babymmff—”

He’s made you cum several times—on the pink muscle in his filthy mouth, his slender fingers and even on his pretty cock. And yet, he hasn’t finished once—holding back for lord knows what.

“ra-raf s’enough already!” you whine. It only spurs him more—he buries himself to the hilt, nudging your spongy spot, now swollen from his cruel overstimulation. “we’re gonna be late. Just cum!” your hips chase his as he pulls back and then with a lewd schliiick, slides back home.

“I know I know,” he rasps out too quickly. He’s flushed, dazed. Delirious. And god help you, it’s pushing you closer to that delicious edge. “wanna hold it out. Wanna tattoo the patterns of your pussy walls onto my dick,”

You let out a groan at that, walls fluttering around him in response. He starts moving once again. long brutal strokes, massaging you perfectly, warming you for yet another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum…” you tell him, your hand coming down to rub your clit. He frowns before swatting your hand away with a pout, replacing it with his.

“me too,” he says fucking finally. “m’gonna fill my pretty little bride up.” he angles his cock to your sweet spot, making you cum so hard that you see stars.

“ohhh baby fuck—!” he groans deep, hips faltering as he spills into you. “take my cum, my pretty bride. Love feeding your womb…” he pumps his load into you, as deep as your body can take it. Until he begins to melt—

you nearly kick him away before he can start again.

“ow! What was that for?” he looks down, momentarily admiring the trail of white dribbling from your hole before he jumps to his feet.

“uh-oh uh-oh!” he grabs a rag and cleans you up in time.

And later, as you walk down the aisle toward him, you both can’t stop breaking into ugly, snotty laughter at the memory.

SYLUS QIN ☆

“boss lady!”

“boss-man’s back!”

The only downside to marrying the leader of Onychinus was the interruptions—even on your wedding day. You believed Sylus when he said you wouldn’t have to dirty your dress over “pests,” that he’d handle it himself. Still, that didn’t stop you from pacing, restless as you waited for him to return.

“how scandalous,” he lets out a rumble of laugh as you fuck yourself on his impossibly fat dick. “my fiancé ravaging her husband-to-be while our guests outside wait for us to be wed,”

“consummating our marriage before we’re even ma—"

“mmffuck! B-be quiet, sylus.” His cockhead brushes against your sweet spot and you keep him there, grinding.

His fingers hook under the blindfold to see that fucked out expression on your face that only his dick manages to poke out of you. “do-don’t! keep it on.” You swat his hand away. He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I can’t see you before the ceremony but you can fuck me? you’re only following rules that are conveni—” you silence him with a kiss, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. He hisses, before kissing you fervently, holding you still as he pistons his cock into you, just where you want it. You sob into his mouth—all which he happily swallows.

He flips the two of you. “sylus don’t take it—”

“mm im hurt, kitten. do you truly think i need to see you to fuck you proper?” with that, he’s dragging you to his hips, sheathing himself back into you.

“sy o-oh!” your voice cracks as you let out a scream—too far gone to care about the people murmuring outside. “m’gonna cum,”

Sylus leans down, his hot breath fanning over your temple. “I know you were worried. But we are getting married.” He promises, his pace slowing to deep, long thrusts—still managing to knock the air out of your lungs. You sob out, nodding in agreement. “right after I make you cream,”

His hips slam into yours, each thrust punching out choked sounds out of you. his fingers find your clit, gathering all that syrup you’ve dribbled for him. and ohhh the way he touches you down there is nothing short of obscene. A stark contrast to your perfect, innocent white wedding dress you’re getting fucked in.

He massages your pussy lips, fingers moving from your wide-stretched hole, to your clit and back down. he parts your slit only to close your puffy pink lips back around his length as he spears into you with reckless abandon.

Your back feels like it snapped in two as you finish, chanting his name. one more thrust into your juicy, quivering hole has him pumping his thick load into you.

“am I to marry you in this?” he plays with the edge of the cloth over his eyes, still huffing.  

“touch it again and you will,”

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𖹭.ᐟ | perv!rafayel getting off on your own masturbation session

cw ~ voyeurism , rafayel having a camera on reader without their knowledge

It started with little gifts. snacks you liked, a bouquet of flowers you liked here and there. but it also started to get progressively more intimate. sometimes a lingerie set picked out in a pretty purple color, the same as his hair, and even sex toys a couple of times.

You probably should have questioned him, but he always walked away before you could, leaving you without the time to ask him about anything.

But one day he suddenly just got you a plush. a simple, bunny plush, a small smile on his face that hid his ulterior motive.

you should have questioned the abrupt change in style of gifts, how he could go from things so personal to something so docile, cute even. but it hadn't crossed your mind, rafayel's expression one of pure innocence, that you couldn't even think of anything wrong with it.

hadn't even thought that there could be a camera in it.

"r-rafayel—hnngh—wish you would do this.."

your voice was a breathy whisper as you fought to keep yourself quiet, your fingers working sloppily as your head dropped back, clamping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent.

it was late into the night, thirty minutes past midnight and ovulation had never hit you this hard before, until tonight, one of the few nights rafayel was actually at the house overnight, and not at a hotel for some artist exhibition he had to attend.

it was a shame the walls were so thin, and rafayel's room was right behind yours. enough times to hear the clattering of his paint materials and his murmured curses.

the rabbit plush sat propped up on your headboard, coincidentally angled towards your sprawled out body. if it had eyes, it would have a perfect view of your ministrations.

Rafayel's hand was tightly wrapped around his leaking cock, biting his fist hard as he watched his computer screen, the light glaring and reflecting onto his face.

his pants were unzipped just enough to free his cock, not bothering to fully take off his pants as soon as he got the notification that the camera he installed picked up movement from your room.

rafayel's heavy breaths filled the room as your moans sounded through the earbuds he connected, he didn't take his eyes off of you as he stroked himself, his own whispered moans combining with yours.

"rafayel, wish you would… do this."

he nearly came on the spot when he heard your voice, his grip instinctively tightening on himself, pre-cum leaking steadily from his tip as he fought back a groan.

your thighs tensed and quaked as your fingers plunged in and out of you, your eyes squeezing shut as you lay against the pillow, arm covering your face.

you felt yourself nearing your climax as your fingers left your cunt, messily going to your clit.

sweat built up as you moved your arm off your face, cracking an eye open as your gaze fell on the plush rabbit, your gaze focusing on its face as you remembered when rafayel gave it to you, and it was enough to push you over the edge.

a broken cry left you, one that rafayel would be sure to hear through the walls, your back arching and body shaking from the aftershocks.

rafayel's thighs were tensed as he bit his fist harder, pumping himself harder and sloppier as he felt himself getting close.

his face heated up as he saw your gaze lock onto the camera, afraid that it somehow gave it away, but as soon as he saw your face contort again, he let his thumb brush over his tip, his body jolting as he suddenly came, his eyes rolling back as his head fell back against his headrest.

your moans corresponded with his, and he almost thought there was an echo through his headphones, until he realized just how loud you were, and that it went through the walls.

catching his breath, he wiped his hand off on his pants, cracking an eye open and realizing some of his release had gotten on his pants, already staining.

…

cracking open the door to your room, you tried your best to silently go to the bathroom, but your heart immediately stopped when you heard the door to rafayel's room open at the same time.

your gaze immediately ran over him, noticing his disheveled state. and you suddenly realized that he could have heard you through the walls. and his computer.

suddenly, your gaze fell on the damp spot on his pants, a light gray on his black pants.

"rafayel! i.. i didn't know you were still awake! whats on your pants?"

rafayel immediately felt the tips of his ears go red as he noticed where you were gesturing to on his pants.

running a hand through his hair, he rolled his eyes, as if he was annoyed by the patch himself.

"i was painting and got some on myself. you know how i can get clumsy."

the lie rolled off his tongue easily, after all, it wasn't the first time he had almost gotten caught by you.

after you walked away, he already made a mental note to save the recording to his files for any time he was away and needed you.

if you couldn't tell, this was not proofread. not proud of my writing in this piece ToT

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𖹭.ᐟ | perv!rafayel getting off on your own masturbation session

cw ~ voyeurism , rafayel having a camera on reader without their knowledge

It started with little gifts. snacks you liked, a bouquet of flowers you liked here and there. but it also started to get progressively more intimate. sometimes a lingerie set picked out in a pretty purple color, the same as his hair, and even sex toys a couple of times.

You probably should have questioned him, but he always walked away before you could, leaving you without the time to ask him about anything.

But one day he suddenly just got you a plush. a simple, bunny plush, a small smile on his face that hid his ulterior motive.

you should have questioned the abrupt change in style of gifts, how he could go from things so personal to something so docile, cute even. but it hadn't crossed your mind, rafayel's expression one of pure innocence, that you couldn't even think of anything wrong with it.

hadn't even thought that there could be a camera in it.

"r-rafayel—hnngh—wish you would do this.."

your voice was a breathy whisper as you fought to keep yourself quiet, your fingers working sloppily as your head dropped back, clamping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent.

it was late into the night, thirty minutes past midnight and ovulation had never hit you this hard before, until tonight, one of the few nights rafayel was actually at the house overnight, and not at a hotel for some artist exhibition he had to attend.

it was a shame the walls were so thin, and rafayel's room was right behind yours. enough times to hear the clattering of his paint materials and his murmured curses.

the rabbit plush sat propped up on your headboard, coincidentally angled towards your sprawled out body. if it had eyes, it would have a perfect view of your ministrations.

Rafayel's hand was tightly wrapped around his leaking cock, biting his fist hard as he watched his computer screen, the light glaring and reflecting onto his face.

his pants were unzipped just enough to free his cock, not bothering to fully take off his pants as soon as he got the notification that the camera he installed picked up movement from your room.

rafayel's heavy breaths filled the room as your moans sounded through the earbuds he connected, he didn't take his eyes off of you as he stroked himself, his own whispered moans combining with yours.

"rafayel, wish you would… do this."

he nearly came on the spot when he heard your voice, his grip instinctively tightening on himself, pre-cum leaking steadily from his tip as he fought back a groan.

your thighs tensed and quaked as your fingers plunged in and out of you, your eyes squeezing shut as you lay against the pillow, arm covering your face.

you felt yourself nearing your climax as your fingers left your cunt, messily going to your clit.

sweat built up as you moved your arm off your face, cracking an eye open as your gaze fell on the plush rabbit, your gaze focusing on its face as you remembered when rafayel gave it to you, and it was enough to push you over the edge.

a broken cry left you, one that rafayel would be sure to hear through the walls, your back arching and body shaking from the aftershocks.

rafayel's thighs were tensed as he bit his fist harder, pumping himself harder and sloppier as he felt himself getting close.

his face heated up as he saw your gaze lock onto the camera, afraid that it somehow gave it away, but as soon as he saw your face contort again, he let his thumb brush over his tip, his body jolting as he suddenly came, his eyes rolling back as his head fell back against his headrest.

your moans corresponded with his, and he almost thought there was an echo through his headphones, until he realized just how loud you were, and that it went through the walls.

catching his breath, he wiped his hand off on his pants, cracking an eye open and realizing some of his release had gotten on his pants, already staining.

…

cracking open the door to your room, you tried your best to silently go to the bathroom, but your heart immediately stopped when you heard the door to rafayel's room open at the same time.

your gaze immediately ran over him, noticing his disheveled state. and you suddenly realized that he could have heard you through the walls. and his computer.

suddenly, your gaze fell on the damp spot on his pants, a light gray on his black pants.

"rafayel! i.. i didn't know you were still awake! whats on your pants?"

rafayel immediately felt the tips of his ears go red as he noticed where you were gesturing to on his pants.

running a hand through his hair, he rolled his eyes, as if he was annoyed by the patch himself.

"i was painting and got some on myself. you know how i can get clumsy."

the lie rolled off his tongue easily, after all, it wasn't the first time he had almost gotten caught by you.

after you walked away, he already made a mental note to save the recording to his files for any time he was away and needed you.

if you couldn't tell, this was not proofread. not proud of my writing in this piece ToT

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STICK FIGURES is all i have to say

nya WHAT i just woke up. LMAOO?? stick figures.., whatever crosses your mind love 😭😭

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❀ | zayne catches feelings for the girl in the hall, but he'd rather die than admit anything (spoiler warning: that mindset changes quick!)

P1 . P2 (coming soon)

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When Zayne first saw you in the hall, he felt his heart completely stop. There was no medical explanation for what he felt, not even a scientific one.

You were gorgeous in his eyes. The light caught you in a way that made you seem mythical.

But as quick as that moment happened, it ended. His eyes fixated on you walking away, laughing at something your friend said as you did.

He vowed to himself that he would forget about it and move on. A simple lag in his regular schedule.

But he couldn't forget you.

And you just kept showing up throughout his days.

He remembered the day you were unfortunate enough to trip on your two feet and send your ice cream spiraling on the floor beneath you, a pout forming on your lips.

It had been vanilla. A classic, but often overshadowed by more extravagant options.

He made no move to help or offer to buy another one, and you didn't make any fuss about it, like you were used to it.

The guilt set in later that night, and he hated that he had acted like any other prestigious guy on that campus. Too blinded by their own intelligence to help others.

His friends even noticed something being off about him, noting that he'd been quieter than usual, if that was even possible.

"Dude, you look like you're trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe, and here I thought you were all focused on medical procedures and exams."

Yeah, that's what he thought, too. But you came along and shook his entire life, an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest.

It was like Asclepius and Aphrodite swapped who their main focus was in life, and Aphrodite found her new target to be him.

Today, though, while Zayne was sitting at his lunch table, he noticed you in an argument with a guy he assumed to be your boyfriend, tears building up in your eyes.

Your arms were hugged close to you, huffing at his words as if you couldn't believe what he was saying, your eyes darting around in embarrassment as he practically scolded you.

Even though the man's voice was low, Zayne was able to pick up the last of his words, focusing enough on them.

"We're done. And I want you to stop trying to hang out with me."

With that, he walked away, leaving you stunned and face red, tears begging to come and run freely down your cheeks.

Zayne knew you regularly sat at the same table with your boyfriend and his friends. Leaving you with no other table to sit since all the others were taken up.

Apart from his.

Fate had its cruel ways of toying with him.

You made your way to his table, head hung low and going straight to the farthest seat from the rest of his tablemates, immediately dropping your head, shoulders shaking.

Zayne's friends cast glances at you, leaning in and lowering their voices to one another.

"What's wrong with her?"

They weren't trying to be mean with their question, but it seemed a little insensitive, especially when Zayne noticed the way your ears pricked up at the sound of their voices.

Clenching his jaw, Zayne took a deep breath and exhaled before standing up from his seat, moving further down to the opposite side of your seat.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his gaze locked on the table, trying to think of some way to get you to stop crying, to look at him.

Letting out a breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled, blank sticky note. It would have to work.

Unclipping the pen from his shirt, he pressed the ink to the paper.

He didn't know if this was a good idea, if it would make a good impression on him, but everything he was experiencing was new to him.

So why not try something new, too?

He's used to girls flirting with him, trying to butter him up, and asking him out, but he's never used to the one interacting first. Never been the one to get feelings and feel the need to initiate something.

"You shouldn't be crying so much. Elevated heart rate stems from it, and we wouldn't want you having a heart attack at a lunch table, right?"

He slid the sticky note closer to your side, clearing his throat before looking off to the side, casting a side glance as his brows furrowed, wondering if it was the right thing to do.

You raised your head eventually, your eyes blurry and squinting from the sudden light rushing back into your vision. Sniffling, you looked up at Zayne, your eyes widening a fraction before your gaze drifted to the note.

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you bit your lip, picking up the flimsy sticky note.

Zayne tried not to make it obvious he was waiting for your reaction, hoping for a laugh or even a smile, just anything but a negative reaction.

A small, watery smile broke out on your face, glancing up at Zayne before returning to the note, a quiet chuckle making it past your lips.

Zayne's gaze immediately snapped back to you, his ears growing red as he registered the chuckle, already remembering and storing it in his mind.

Swallowing back his unusual hesitance, he took a deep breath before leaning his elbows on the table, folding his arms.

"Are you… okay? If you'd feel comfortable talking about it."

Looking back up at him, in his eyes for the first time, a small smile grew on your features again, and he felt his heart stutter again.

That same feeling when he first saw you.

"Y-Yeah.. I'm fine now, thanks to you. Just.. dumb boys—ah!—not all are dumb, clearly, since you're here!"

You quickly stumbled over your words, a flush breaking out on your cheeks as you immediately broke eye contact with him, trying to look anywhere but him, as you had already made a fool out of yourself.

But instead of getting offended, Zayne let out a small chuckle of his own, reaching up and adjusting his glasses.

"No worries. I understand where you're coming from."

Looking back up at him, you noticed the softness in his eyes, a small smile on his face.

In the halls, he always seemed the picture of coldness, face set and neutral, almost every time you saw him.

Except for now? When he was talking to you?

Mentally shaking your head, you swatted that thought away. He was just trying to be friendly to a girl crying at his table.

That was all.

"Sorry for, you know- totally crashing your table's conversation."

You looked back at the other end of the table, noticing that they were currently locked in some type of debate.

Zayne didn't bother looking at them, his focus was completely on you.

Not a medical condition, or some study book.

Just you.

You both looked like you could say more, both wanted to say more, but Zayne stole a glance at his watch and noticed the time.

For being the most punctual man his friends know, he wished he could take this one time to be late. But he knew he couldn't.

Clearing his throat, he stood up from the table, his hands suddenly sweaty like he didn't know how to stop the conversation. And suddenly he was back to being an awkward kid in middle school, getting nervous whenever someone new tried talking to him.

"Well," He started, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, but he regained his composure and wiped his hands on his pants. "I hope you feel better soon, but I have a lecture starting."

You looked up, your eyes wide as you seemed almost shaken by his quick departure. You weren't sure when you were going to see him again, and he seemed like a nice guy.

You swallowed back your protests and smiled, nodding as you watched him stand, raising a hand to wave.

"Thank you for checking on me. I'll… I'll see you around?"

Zayne looked up at you one last time before nodding, raising his own hand in a gesture of parting.

He didn't want the moment to end. You actually ended up talking to him, even when he caught you while you were crying.

But he also knew he was going against his own promise. You were the first time he had ever had a confusing mix of emotions in him before.

The first time he ever let his focus stray from academic work and studies.

You were the first time he saw someone and felt something shift in his heart, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him.

And now he didn't know how he should feel.

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div. @uzmacchiato

[viviixcx]

❀ | zayne catches feelings for the girl in the hall, but he'd rather die than admit anything (spoiler warning: that mindset changes quick!)

P1 . P2 (coming soon)

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When Zayne first saw you in the hall, he felt his heart completely stop. There was no medical explanation for what he felt, not even a scientific one.

You were gorgeous in his eyes. The light caught you in a way that made you seem mythical.

But as quick as that moment happened, it ended. His eyes fixated on you walking away, laughing at something your friend said as you did.

He vowed to himself that he would forget about it and move on. A simple lag in his regular schedule.

But he couldn't forget you.

And you just kept showing up throughout his days.

He remembered the day you were unfortunate enough to trip on your two feet and send your ice cream spiraling on the floor beneath you, a pout forming on your lips.

It had been vanilla. A classic, but often overshadowed by more extravagant options.

He made no move to help or offer to buy another one, and you didn't make any fuss about it, like you were used to it.

The guilt set in later that night, and he hated that he had acted like any other prestigious guy on that campus. Too blinded by their own intelligence to help others.

His friends even noticed something being off about him, noting that he'd been quieter than usual, if that was even possible.

"Dude, you look like you're trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe, and here I thought you were all focused on medical procedures and exams."

Yeah, that's what he thought, too. But you came along and shook his entire life, an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest.

It was like Asclepius and Aphrodite swapped who their main focus was in life, and Aphrodite found her new target to be him.

Today, though, while Zayne was sitting at his lunch table, he noticed you in an argument with a guy he assumed to be your boyfriend, tears building up in your eyes.

Your arms were hugged close to you, huffing at his words as if you couldn't believe what he was saying, your eyes darting around in embarrassment as he practically scolded you.

Even though the man's voice was low, Zayne was able to pick up the last of his words, focusing enough on them.

"We're done. And I want you to stop trying to hang out with me."

With that, he walked away, leaving you stunned and face red, tears begging to come and run freely down your cheeks.

Zayne knew you regularly sat at the same table with your boyfriend and his friends. Leaving you with no other table to sit since all the others were taken up.

Apart from his.

Fate had its cruel ways of toying with him.

You made your way to his table, head hung low and going straight to the farthest seat from the rest of his tablemates, immediately dropping your head, shoulders shaking.

Zayne's friends cast glances at you, leaning in and lowering their voices to one another.

"What's wrong with her?"

They weren't trying to be mean with their question, but it seemed a little insensitive, especially when Zayne noticed the way your ears pricked up at the sound of their voices.

Clenching his jaw, Zayne took a deep breath and exhaled before standing up from his seat, moving further down to the opposite side of your seat.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his gaze locked on the table, trying to think of some way to get you to stop crying, to look at him.

Letting out a breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled, blank sticky note. It would have to work.

Unclipping the pen from his shirt, he pressed the ink to the paper.

He didn't know if this was a good idea, if it would make a good impression on him, but everything he was experiencing was new to him.

So why not try something new, too?

He's used to girls flirting with him, trying to butter him up, and asking him out, but he's never used to the one interacting first. Never been the one to get feelings and feel the need to initiate something.

"You shouldn't be crying so much. Elevated heart rate stems from it, and we wouldn't want you having a heart attack at a lunch table, right?"

He slid the sticky note closer to your side, clearing his throat before looking off to the side, casting a side glance as his brows furrowed, wondering if it was the right thing to do.

You raised your head eventually, your eyes blurry and squinting from the sudden light rushing back into your vision. Sniffling, you looked up at Zayne, your eyes widening a fraction before your gaze drifted to the note.

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you bit your lip, picking up the flimsy sticky note.

Zayne tried not to make it obvious he was waiting for your reaction, hoping for a laugh or even a smile, just anything but a negative reaction.

A small, watery smile broke out on your face, glancing up at Zayne before returning to the note, a quiet chuckle making it past your lips.

Zayne's gaze immediately snapped back to you, his ears growing red as he registered the chuckle, already remembering and storing it in his mind.

Swallowing back his unusual hesitance, he took a deep breath before leaning his elbows on the table, folding his arms.

"Are you… okay? If you'd feel comfortable talking about it."

Looking back up at him, in his eyes for the first time, a small smile grew on your features again, and he felt his heart stutter again.

That same feeling when he first saw you.

"Y-Yeah.. I'm fine now, thanks to you. Just.. dumb boys—ah!—not all are dumb, clearly, since you're here!"

You quickly stumbled over your words, a flush breaking out on your cheeks as you immediately broke eye contact with him, trying to look anywhere but him, as you had already made a fool out of yourself.

But instead of getting offended, Zayne let out a small chuckle of his own, reaching up and adjusting his glasses.

"No worries. I understand where you're coming from."

Looking back up at him, you noticed the softness in his eyes, a small smile on his face.

In the halls, he always seemed the picture of coldness, face set and neutral, almost every time you saw him.

Except for now? When he was talking to you?

Mentally shaking your head, you swatted that thought away. He was just trying to be friendly to a girl crying at his table.

That was all.

"Sorry for, you know- totally crashing your table's conversation."

You looked back at the other end of the table, noticing that they were currently locked in some type of debate.

Zayne didn't bother looking at them, his focus was completely on you.

Not a medical condition, or some study book.

Just you.

You both looked like you could say more, both wanted to say more, but Zayne stole a glance at his watch and noticed the time.

For being the most punctual man his friends know, he wished he could take this one time to be late. But he knew he couldn't.

Clearing his throat, he stood up from the table, his hands suddenly sweaty like he didn't know how to stop the conversation. And suddenly he was back to being an awkward kid in middle school, getting nervous whenever someone new tried talking to him.

"Well," He started, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, but he regained his composure and wiped his hands on his pants. "I hope you feel better soon, but I have a lecture starting."

You looked up, your eyes wide as you seemed almost shaken by his quick departure. You weren't sure when you were going to see him again, and he seemed like a nice guy.

You swallowed back your protests and smiled, nodding as you watched him stand, raising a hand to wave.

"Thank you for checking on me. I'll… I'll see you around?"

Zayne looked up at you one last time before nodding, raising his own hand in a gesture of parting.

He didn't want the moment to end. You actually ended up talking to him, even when he caught you while you were crying.

But he also knew he was going against his own promise. You were the first time he had ever had a confusing mix of emotions in him before.

The first time he ever let his focus stray from academic work and studies.

You were the first time he saw someone and felt something shift in his heart, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him.

And now he didn't know how he should feel.

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div. @uzmacchiato

[viviixcx]

𖹭.ᐟ | caleb cant help but get vocal when he's with you </3

caleb was an absolute mess, and if you were to tell anyone, they would never believe you.

the dirty rhythm of caleb slamming his dick into you from behind filled the room, along with the pretty noises slipping out of your mouth, but somehow caleb ended up being the loudest.

"h..holy—shit!—you're taking me so fucking..so well." his voice was rough and broken, whines practically clinging to the end of his words as he leaned down by your ear, panting.

you couldn't respond as he pounded into you relentlessly, and when there was a pause in his movements, you took the time to take in a sharp breath, only for it to be stolen from you with another thrust into you.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth stayed open, sounds escaping your mouth with every thrust into you.

caleb squeezed his eyes shut as he kept up his pace, his strength faltering from the sheer pleasure your cunt was giving him.

one particular thrust shook his entire core, and he choked on his spit, the sudden loss of air almost made him cum on the spot right there, but he stopped himself as his coughs turned into whimpers.

caleb's voice was downright pathetic at this point, hoarse and cracking. but he was trying oh so hard to keep his composure and be the one in control.

"good—hnngh—good girl.. cunts squeezing me, feels like I can't fucking breathe."

you squirmed under him, biting your lip as your eyes rolled back, your own body nearing the edge of your climax.

caleb's noises started to get louder, and that's when you knew he was close to the edge himself, it was easy to pick up the way his pace grew more inconsistent and how he couldn't hold any of his noises back.

"pips— gonna cum.. you'll take it for me right? be such—fuck—be such a good girl?"

his voice could have been dominating, if it weren't for the way it was cracking at every word, and he sounded like he would be on the verge of tears if you even attempted to say no to him.

you nodded wordlessly, working your mouth to let out even a few coherent words.

"y-yes.. please it feelsso—ah!—feels so good, 'leb!"

your thighs shook as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, biting your arm to keep some sounds back, already mentally apologizing ahead to your neighbors for the sheer loudness of both him and you.

caleb felt his own release chasing him after yours, his pace growing more sloppy and rough before he finally spilled inside of you, a sound between a groan and a whine finding its way past his lips as his head fell forward.

he eventually collapsed over you, both of you still catching your breath and regaining your bearings, equally spent.

groaning, you tried pushing caleb off of you to the side, still to weak to do anything.

"lebb, you're too heavy, get off"

no response followed, and that's when you twisted your head around, eyes glaring.

caleb was already fast asleep, his snores picking up in volume as a line of drool fell past his lips.

god, you wanted to slap him silly, but knowing him, he would probably like it.

jjk debut soon with higu my man mmm. be prepared for (potentially) lots of choso , im downbad for him

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div. @uzmacchiato

[viviixcx]

hello viv (with the intention of locking you up in a tower and making you write more of drummer raf for me because rahhhhwrrrr it was so sexymhhhh im coming to getchu)

oh you're locking lil ol' me up? dont threaten me with a good time.. should i just make drummer raf a staple of my blog? 🤨

[viviixcx]

𖹭.ᐟ | caleb cant help but get vocal when he's with you </3

caleb was an absolute mess, and if you were to tell anyone, they would never believe you.

the dirty rhythm of caleb slamming his dick into you from behind filled the room, along with the pretty noises slipping out of your mouth, but somehow caleb ended up being the loudest.

"h..holy—shit!—you're taking me so fucking..so well." his voice was rough and broken, whines practically clinging to the end of his words as he leaned down by your ear, panting.

you couldn't respond as he pounded into you relentlessly, and when there was a pause in his movements, you took the time to take in a sharp breath, only for it to be stolen from you with another thrust into you.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth stayed open, sounds escaping your mouth with every thrust into you.

caleb squeezed his eyes shut as he kept up his pace, his strength faltering from the sheer pleasure your cunt was giving him.

one particular thrust shook his entire core, and he choked on his spit, the sudden loss of air almost made him cum on the spot right there, but he stopped himself as his coughs turned into whimpers.

caleb's voice was downright pathetic at this point, hoarse and cracking. but he was trying oh so hard to keep his composure and be the one in control.

"good—hnngh—good girl.. cunts squeezing me, feels like I can't fucking breathe."

you squirmed under him, biting your lip as your eyes rolled back, your own body nearing the edge of your climax.

caleb's noises started to get louder, and that's when you knew he was close to the edge himself, it was easy to pick up the way his pace grew more inconsistent and how he couldn't hold any of his noises back.

"pips— gonna cum.. you'll take it for me right? be such—fuck—be such a good girl?"

his voice could have been dominating, if it weren't for the way it was cracking at every word, and he sounded like he would be on the verge of tears if you even attempted to say no to him.

you nodded wordlessly, working your mouth to let out even a few coherent words.

"y-yes.. please it feelsso—ah!—feels so good, 'leb!"

your thighs shook as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, biting your arm to keep some sounds back, already mentally apologizing ahead to your neighbors for the sheer loudness of both him and you.

caleb felt his own release chasing him after yours, his pace growing more sloppy and rough before he finally spilled inside of you, a sound between a groan and a whine finding its way past his lips as his head fell forward.

he eventually collapsed over you, both of you still catching your breath and regaining your bearings, equally spent.

groaning, you tried pushing caleb off of you to the side, still to weak to do anything.

"lebb, you're too heavy, get off"

no response followed, and that's when you twisted your head around, eyes glaring.

caleb was already fast asleep, his snores picking up in volume as a line of drool fell past his lips.

god, you wanted to slap him silly, but knowing him, he would probably like it.

jjk debut soon with higu my man mmm. be prepared for (potentially) lots of choso , im downbad for him

tags : @spacekittiesmeow @kingraspberry12-blog @luvinbloom

div. @uzmacchiato

[viviixcx]

𖹭.ᐟ | experimenting with drummer!rafayel during a quickie! incorrect use of drumstick?

the backstage room smelt of sweat, sex and the faint lingering of smoke, lights dimmed low, and the yell of the crowd outside drowned out by the locked door.

rafayel kissed down your neck, occasionally nipping at it as you tangled your hands through his purple locks, giving yourself something steady to grab to as you leaned against the wall.

"shit, raf.. don't you.. don't you have a meet and greet—fuck!"

he cut you off with a particularly rough bite, enough to leave a hickey, the bruise already blossoming as he blindly felt at the desk beside him, knocking off a few contract papers as he grabbed one of his drumsticks, bringing it between your thighs, simply rubbing up and down.

"we.. we still have time, the fans can wait anyway." his voice was muffled by your neck, but you could hear the slight annoyance at being reminded about it.

before you could even think about commenting on it, he dropped to his knees and bit your thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

you reached back down and tightened your grip on his hair, tugging his head back lightly, and causing a choked moan to escape his throat.

he glared up at you before his hands worked to flip your skirt up, leaving him access to your panties that he wasted no time taking off. he probably beat the world record, if there even was one.

he rubbed your thighs softly, his head coming to nuzzle your thigh in almost a way that was downright pathetic. His other hand still held his drumstick, and he moved it to your entrance, testing the waters and pushing it slightly into you.

"rafayel, what—ah!—what the.. hnngh—hell?"

he shushed you gently, ignoring your question as he only applied more pressure, his focus completely on your dripping cunt.

"I cleaned them today, so just trust me.. try something new, yeah?"

he looked up at you, and thats when you could see the slight eagerness in his eyes, sweat built up and hair stuck to his face, eyeliner smudged slightly, and you swore you could see hearts in his eyes.

or was it the lighting?

your thighs shook as you tangled your fingers further into rafayel's hair, no choice but to lean your head back and pant slightly as your thighs shook at the newfound stretch, smaller than anything rafayel has given you, but definitely longer than anything you've had.

clenching around it, you bit your lip in slight frustration, you didn't understand why rafayel wanted to try new things now when you were supposed to be having a quickie.

an annoyed retort built up in your throat, but before it could leave your lips, the drumstick reached the sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, your eyes clenching shut as a loud moan broke through you, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth.

rafayel snickered softly into your thigh, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked up at you, relishing in the sounds you were trying so hard to cover up for him.

his other hand left your thigh and his thumb went to toy with your clit, rubbing teasing circles as he worked his drumstick in and out with ease.

"didn't know you would be so into this.. almost makes me want to try more things with you."

the condescending tone in his voice wasn't missed, but you couldn't do much to snap back at him with the pleasure he was feeding you, your eyes fluttering shut as you clenched tighter around the stick.

rafayel's thumb rubbed faster, applying more pressure as he focused on bringing you to the edge, completely forgetting about his event, or that he was even on the clock.

your head fell forward as your thighs shook more, biting your tongue hard enough to the point you felt the first sharp taste of iron.

"fuck—ah!—'m close, raffie-"

your voice cracked on his name, and he swore he could have came in his pants from that alone.

his thumb and rhythm worked together in a tantalizing way that finally had you tipping over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came, screaming into your fist and hoping to whatever gods out there that nobody could hear it.

rafayel waited until he saw your eyes flutter shut, and he slipped the drumstick out of you, replacing it immediately with his tongue, lapping at your juices, groaning at the taste.

his drumstick fell to the ground, falling and cluttering with the papers he knocked over earlier, both hands on your thighs as he ate you out, nearing you to the edge again.

you pulled back before he could, eyes trained on the way his eyes grew bleary and eyeliner messy, his dick straining against his pants so much that if he even tried grinding against the air he could come.

but you were glad you pulled him off, because as soon as you both tried to catch your breath, a knock sounded at the break room door.

it was thomas.

"what the hell are you doing in there rafayel? fans are going buckwild and i'm not covering for you anymore!"

rafayel and you both looked at eachother for a long pause.

how were you supposed to sneak out of his room, and how was he going to explain this to thomas?

"r-right! sorry! was.. cleaning!"

yeah, cleaning your insides.

what possessed me to write this🫩

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div. @uzmacchiato

[viviixcx]

idk if I should write higuruma or caleb tmr 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ I have ideas for both 😭

what do you want to see first

higuruma smut

caleb smut

(dont click im just being nosy)

Voting ended onApr 21

[spacekittiesmeow]

showering with zayne

fuck. too cold.

all you wanted was a romantic shower together, wash his hair, scrub each other—all that mush. you thought you could acclimate but turns out, zayne bathes in what feels like a melted glacier runoff, that he so assuredly calls lukewarm.

"you don't have to brave a shower for my sake," he tells you. clearly, you're doing a horrible job at looking unfazed.

"pfft—me? b-brave? zayne I'm s-so co-cool." your teeth betray you.

he studies you for a moment, and then steps closer with a sigh, unconvinced. without a word, he reaches behind you and adjusts the knob to a warmer setting.

you melt immediately. a quiet hum slips out before you can stop it. and just like that, you fail yet again.

the following weekend, zayne suggests you give the shower another try. this time the water is perfect for you. warm and luxurious. as for zayne... he blinks at you like he’s trying to focus through a haze, panting softly.

"zayne... is it too hot for you?" your frown deepens as his blush descends, inch by inch, toward his abdomen. he blinks again, like the question requires significant amount of processing power.

"I believe you're mistaken," he clears his throat. "this is merely the... effect you have on me,"

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[viviixcx]

𖹭.ᐟ | experimenting with drummer!rafayel during a quickie! incorrect use of drumstick?

the backstage room smelt of sweat, sex and the faint lingering of smoke, lights dimmed low, and the yell of the crowd outside drowned out by the locked door.

rafayel kissed down your neck, occasionally nipping at it as you tangled your hands through his purple locks, giving yourself something steady to grab to as you leaned against the wall.

"shit, raf.. don't you.. don't you have a meet and greet—fuck!"

he cut you off with a particularly rough bite, enough to leave a hickey, the bruise already blossoming as he blindly felt at the desk beside him, knocking off a few contract papers as he grabbed one of his drumsticks, bringing it between your thighs, simply rubbing up and down.

"we.. we still have time, the fans can wait anyway." his voice was muffled by your neck, but you could hear the slight annoyance at being reminded about it.

before you could even think about commenting on it, he dropped to his knees and bit your thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

you reached back down and tightened your grip on his hair, tugging his head back lightly, and causing a choked moan to escape his throat.

he glared up at you before his hands worked to flip your skirt up, leaving him access to your panties that he wasted no time taking off. he probably beat the world record, if there even was one.

he rubbed your thighs softly, his head coming to nuzzle your thigh in almost a way that was downright pathetic. His other hand still held his drumstick, and he moved it to your entrance, testing the waters and pushing it slightly into you.

"rafayel, what—ah!—what the.. hnngh—hell?"

he shushed you gently, ignoring your question as he only applied more pressure, his focus completely on your dripping cunt.

"I cleaned them today, so just trust me.. try something new, yeah?"

he looked up at you, and thats when you could see the slight eagerness in his eyes, sweat built up and hair stuck to his face, eyeliner smudged slightly, and you swore you could see hearts in his eyes.

or was it the lighting?

your thighs shook as you tangled your fingers further into rafayel's hair, no choice but to lean your head back and pant slightly as your thighs shook at the newfound stretch, smaller than anything rafayel has given you, but definitely longer than anything you've had.

clenching around it, you bit your lip in slight frustration, you didn't understand why rafayel wanted to try new things now when you were supposed to be having a quickie.

an annoyed retort built up in your throat, but before it could leave your lips, the drumstick reached the sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, your eyes clenching shut as a loud moan broke through you, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth.

rafayel snickered softly into your thigh, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked up at you, relishing in the sounds you were trying so hard to cover up for him.

his other hand left your thigh and his thumb went to toy with your clit, rubbing teasing circles as he worked his drumstick in and out with ease.

"didn't know you would be so into this.. almost makes me want to try more things with you."

the condescending tone in his voice wasn't missed, but you couldn't do much to snap back at him with the pleasure he was feeding you, your eyes fluttering shut as you clenched tighter around the stick.

rafayel's thumb rubbed faster, applying more pressure as he focused on bringing you to the edge, completely forgetting about his event, or that he was even on the clock.

your head fell forward as your thighs shook more, biting your tongue hard enough to the point you felt the first sharp taste of iron.

"fuck—ah!—'m close, raffie-"

your voice cracked on his name, and he swore he could have came in his pants from that alone.

his thumb and rhythm worked together in a tantalizing way that finally had you tipping over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came, screaming into your fist and hoping to whatever gods out there that nobody could hear it.

rafayel waited until he saw your eyes flutter shut, and he slipped the drumstick out of you, replacing it immediately with his tongue, lapping at your juices, groaning at the taste.

his drumstick fell to the ground, falling and cluttering with the papers he knocked over earlier, both hands on your thighs as he ate you out, nearing you to the edge again.

you pulled back before he could, eyes trained on the way his eyes grew bleary and eyeliner messy, his dick straining against his pants so much that if he even tried grinding against the air he could come.

but you were glad you pulled him off, because as soon as you both tried to catch your breath, a knock sounded at the break room door.

it was thomas.

"what the hell are you doing in there rafayel? fans are going buckwild and i'm not covering for you anymore!"

rafayel and you both looked at eachother for a long pause.

how were you supposed to sneak out of his room, and how was he going to explain this to thomas?

"r-right! sorry! was.. cleaning!"

yeah, cleaning your insides.

what possessed me to write this🫩

tags : @spacekittiesmeow @kingraspberry12-blog @luvinbloom

div. @uzmacchiato

[viviixcx]

𖹭.ᐟ | experimenting with drummer!rafayel during a quickie! incorrect use of drumstick?

the backstage room smelt of sweat, sex and the faint lingering of smoke, lights dimmed low, and the yell of the crowd outside drowned out by the locked door.

rafayel kissed down your neck, occasionally nipping at it as you tangled your hands through his purple locks, giving yourself something steady to grab to as you leaned against the wall.

"shit, raf.. don't you.. don't you have a meet and greet—fuck!"

he cut you off with a particularly rough bite, enough to leave a hickey, the bruise already blossoming as he blindly felt at the desk beside him, knocking off a few contract papers as he grabbed one of his drumsticks, bringing it between your thighs, simply rubbing up and down.

"we.. we still have time, the fans can wait anyway." his voice was muffled by your neck, but you could hear the slight annoyance at being reminded about it.

before you could even think about commenting on it, he dropped to his knees and bit your thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

you reached back down and tightened your grip on his hair, tugging his head back lightly, and causing a choked moan to escape his throat.

he glared up at you before his hands worked to flip your skirt up, leaving him access to your panties that he wasted no time taking off. he probably beat the world record, if there even was one.

he rubbed your thighs softly, his head coming to nuzzle your thigh in almost a way that was downright pathetic. His other hand still held his drumstick, and he moved it to your entrance, testing the waters and pushing it slightly into you.

"rafayel, what—ah!—what the.. hnngh—hell?"

he shushed you gently, ignoring your question as he only applied more pressure, his focus completely on your dripping cunt.

"I cleaned them today, so just trust me.. try something new, yeah?"

he looked up at you, and thats when you could see the slight eagerness in his eyes, sweat built up and hair stuck to his face, eyeliner smudged slightly, and you swore you could see hearts in his eyes.

or was it the lighting?

your thighs shook as you tangled your fingers further into rafayel's hair, no choice but to lean your head back and pant slightly as your thighs shook at the newfound stretch, smaller than anything rafayel has given you, but definitely longer than anything you've had.

clenching around it, you bit your lip in slight frustration, you didn't understand why rafayel wanted to try new things now when you were supposed to be having a quickie.

an annoyed retort built up in your throat, but before it could leave your lips, the drumstick reached the sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, your eyes clenching shut as a loud moan broke through you, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth.

rafayel snickered softly into your thigh, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked up at you, relishing in the sounds you were trying so hard to cover up for him.

his other hand left your thigh and his thumb went to toy with your clit, rubbing teasing circles as he worked his drumstick in and out with ease.

"didn't know you would be so into this.. almost makes me want to try more things with you."

the condescending tone in his voice wasn't missed, but you couldn't do much to snap back at him with the pleasure he was feeding you, your eyes fluttering shut as you clenched tighter around the stick.

rafayel's thumb rubbed faster, applying more pressure as he focused on bringing you to the edge, completely forgetting about his event, or that he was even on the clock.

your head fell forward as your thighs shook more, biting your tongue hard enough to the point you felt the first sharp taste of iron.

"fuck—ah!—'m close, raffie-"

your voice cracked on his name, and he swore he could have came in his pants from that alone.

his thumb and rhythm worked together in a tantalizing way that finally had you tipping over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came, screaming into your fist and hoping to whatever gods out there that nobody could hear it.

rafayel waited until he saw your eyes flutter shut, and he slipped the drumstick out of you, replacing it immediately with his tongue, lapping at your juices, groaning at the taste.

his drumstick fell to the ground, falling and cluttering with the papers he knocked over earlier, both hands on your thighs as he ate you out, nearing you to the edge again.

you pulled back before he could, eyes trained on the way his eyes grew bleary and eyeliner messy, his dick straining against his pants so much that if he even tried grinding against the air he could come.

but you were glad you pulled him off, because as soon as you both tried to catch your breath, a knock sounded at the break room door.

it was thomas.

"what the hell are you doing in there rafayel? fans are going buckwild and i'm not covering for you anymore!"

rafayel and you both looked at eachother for a long pause.

how were you supposed to sneak out of his room, and how was he going to explain this to thomas?

"r-right! sorry! was.. cleaning!"

yeah, cleaning your insides.

what possessed me to write this🫩

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[viviixcx]

so I know I haven't been uploading that much lately and I want to apologize. uhh i think im falling out of touch with the lads fandom a little, which definitely affects my writing, but also I've been busy in life lately and haven't had time to really sit down and write. I'm not like quitting or anything, I just want to say why I haven't really been interacting on here as much without leaving you guys in the dark.

I'm kind of wanting to rebrand my whole account but have zero ideas/motivation to do so.. might do a very gyaru heavy theme? also, I'm thinking about incorporating Jujutsu Kaisen works on here too, since I'm in LOVE with it right now and waiting until next year for the next season

mwah mwah i appreciate all the likes and followers im still getting #dontdeserveyallfr buttt yeah hopefully i can pick back up on writing, fingers crossed I atleast can update my blog

[viviixcx]

so I know I haven't been uploading that much lately and I want to apologize. uhh i think im falling out of touch with the lads fandom a little, which definitely affects my writing, but also I've been busy in life lately and haven't had time to really sit down and write. I'm not like quitting or anything, I just want to say why I haven't really been interacting on here as much without leaving you guys in the dark.

I'm kind of wanting to rebrand my whole account but have zero ideas/motivation to do so.. might do a very gyaru heavy theme? also, I'm thinking about incorporating Jujutsu Kaisen works on here too, since I'm in LOVE with it right now and waiting until next year for the next season

mwah mwah i appreciate all the likes and followers im still getting #dontdeserveyallfr buttt yeah hopefully i can pick back up on writing, fingers crossed I atleast can update my blog