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flufftober 16th of October

synopsis: he’s so madly in love with you and everything you do makes him fall even harder

pairing: zayne x reader, sylus x reader, rafayel x reader, xavier x reader, caleb x reader

note: I love when men are obsessed with their gfs sooooo yaaa. I try to keep mc gender neutral but ygm

zayne

“Should I wear this one… or this one?” you hold up two clothing options for him to choose for you for your night out. You’ve been dying for a night out with your best friends and now you’re beaming with excitement, having everything ready but your outfit. Zayne is sitting on the edge of the bed across from your standing figure. He’s been secretly peering over his laptop, watching you spending a lot of time in front the mirror and now he’s just fully invested, staying as close to you as possible while the clock is ticking. You’ve only twenty minutes before your friends collect you so you desperately need your man’s advice.

“You look… beautiful.” his breath is caught in his throat when you turn towards him with your outfit on, smoothing the palms of your hands over your hips. You grin, seeing Zayne’s eyes wander all over your body. You notice his cheeks and ears flashing red before he even locks eyes with you. But when he does, he’s in absolute awe, looking at you like you’re the most magnificent thing to exist and well, he’s not wrong.

You approach him steadily, tilting your head to the side and softening the features on your face. You reach out to cup his face, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He lifts his hands to gently squeeze your hips and when you pull your head back, his eyes remain closed.

“More.” he says quietly.

You giggle and happily kiss him again, feeling his arms snake around your waist. His lips are warm against yours and his kisses are slow, gentle, definitely making you want more or at least, make you think about more when you’re separated.

You break the contact again, fixing your posture to stand straight. Zayne rests the side of his face against your stomach, still hugging your waist.

“I’m sorry.” he states, “I want you to have a great time tonight. I’m just feeling selfish. I hate going to bed without you. Please call me if you need a ride home.”

sylus

“Sylus, look at me.” you plead, dramatically tugging on his arm while his hand is stubbornly slipped down the pocket of his trousers.

“No thanks.” his voice is slow and he’s purposely turning his head away from you no matter how hard you try to appear in his vision. You’re whining but laughing at the same time, at some points not being able to speak through your breathless laughter.

All this drama just because whatever way the light is hitting, it makes your eyes look like there’s a million stars dancing in them. Your eyebrows curve to give an even softer appearance, adorning it with a cute pout on your lips. Yes, you’re asking your boyfriend for a silly favour and he usually always indulges in your frivolous shenanigans, but this time there’s no way.

Instead of telling you ‘no’, he almost breaks his neck turning his head away from you. Well, right after gazing deeply into your eyes, facial features becoming gentle and warm. He almost gulped, knowing damn well how much power you have over him.

“Sylusssss…” you stand in front of him, your arms wrapping around his neck. He practically stiffens up, knowing he can’t play this nonchalant character much longer. “Please look at me.”

“No.” his response is short and quick.

You lift one of your hands to trace your finger down his temple and cheek, smiling up at him. “Why? Because you know you’ll crack?”

He side-eyes you for a split second. “Yes.” he whispers very quietly, deciding to finally take his hands out of his pockets and embrace your figure. He returns the smile without hesitation once he finally glances at your beautiful, enchanting face. “I can’t look at you and tell you no.”

rafayel

You press your lips into a straight line, cheeks slightly puffed out as a result of trying to hold in your laughter. The muttering chatter and clinks of glasses spreads across the busy restaurant. You haven’t ordered your food yet and your hunger is quickly rushing in, making your stomach grumble. You barely turn your head to look at your boyfriend, all you have to do is slightly move your eyes to the side.

“The lobster Thermidor sounds appetising with maybe a side of coquilles saint-jacques. What do you think?” he squeezes your hand that’s been held hostage since you pretty much arrived. It was a rhetorical question really since he always orders seafood anyways. His head is buried in the menu, excited about this amazing restaurant he wanted to take you to.

His fingers from his free hand are lightly brushing over your leg like a habit he doesn’t notice anymore. You glance across the table at the empty seat that Rafayel was originally meant to sit in. He’s not crazy about table etiquette, but he’s so close to you that he might as well sit on your laps. He’s a really clingy boyfriend and sometimes it does come to a point where he literally has to be a hat on your head.

“Can I look at the menu?” you ask, waiting for him to look at you and when he does, eyes are immediately staring into yours and he’s locked in. His gaze momentarily falls upon your lips before returning to your eyes. Both of you slowly begin to smile at each other, a cute, shy kind of smile. You shake your head, letting out a chuckle and he’s just so in tune with your energy at this very moment.

“Yeah, of course.” his voice is calm, eyes shimmering with enchantment. He presses his lips softly onto yours before sliding the menu to you. “I got too excited sorry.”

You laugh again, tilting your head to the side. “You sure you’re nice and comfortable here?” you gesture to your seating area.

He nods, planting a kiss on your shoulder. “I like being close to you.”

xavier

You’re softly trailing your fingers down Xavier’s face, his eyelids feeling heavy as he’s practically experiencing ASMR. You’re drawing little hearts with the tip of your finger on each cheek, one by one. You move up to his forehead, gently pushing away the strands of his soft hair. He hums, falling into your touch.

“You’re getting tired?” your voice falters into a whisper. Your actions are very compatible with the lit candles in a dark enough living room and quiet background noises coming from the tv.

He takes a hold of your wrist, placing your hand on his cheek. He nuzzles into your palm, a small smile appearing on his lips when he looks at you. “No, I’m just thinking about you.”

“You’re thinking about me? Right now?” a sweet chuckle escapes your lips. He scoots closer to you, guiding your arm around his neck. His eyes admire yours, creating that soft ambiance that warms hearts.

You instinctively start gently scratching the back of his neck and upper back with your nails, leaving goosebumps to rise on his skin.

He can’t help but kiss you, brushing his lips against yours before slowly backing away ever so slightly. “Not just right now. I always think about you.”

You pause for a few seconds before cupping his face and kissing him again. It’s all just light but meaningful kisses and you love having moments like this with him. It’s sweet, it’s intimate.

Xavier inches away again, also pressing his lips to your forehead. He invites you into a warm embrace, making sure you feel safe in his arms.

caleb

You’ve started walking a bit behind Caleb, distracted by something before both of you are on your way. He’s carrying all the grocery bags, refusing to let you hold anything and giving out to you when you were being stubborn about it too. You watch him move two smaller bags from one hand onto the other busier one. He sticks out his free hand behind him, wiggling his fingers.

“What?” you ask, knowing exactly what he wants. As a response, he throws his hand out aggressively and when you’re just quietly laughing, he peers over his shoulder to look at you, eyebrows scrunched together.

He clicks his tongue, turning around to take a few steps back. “Give me your damn hand.” he locks his fingers with yours, finally holding your hand. He’s not playing around with you, he’s been asking for attention all day, happily running errands with you.

“At least give me one of the bags, Caleb.” You attempt to reach for one but he just hides the bags behind him.

“You’re obsessed.” he says with a squeaky voice, waiting for you to shoot him a glare, only for him to have the most beaming grin when you do as he predicted. His smile forces a smile out of you.

“I think you’re obsessed.” you laugh, making sure you’re watching where you’re going while focusing on your boyfriend at the same time.

He raises an eyebrow, the usual glint of playfulness flickering in his eyes. “With you? Yeah, it’s obvious. I’m not hiding it.”

Truth to be told, he would probably crawl under your skin if he could.

Staring at each other, he knows he could do it forever, but eventually shyness takes over and you bite your lip, holding back the widest grin. You break the eye contact, but his view of you never vanishes.

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