Omg all the overstim in your sylus and raf works π«π€€ makes me wonder if you have headcannons about how the other boys would be π«£
can I make you lose your mind? (caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne)
β±β ββ nearly 7k of the lads boys just losing their minds (and their control) when it comes to you. art by @/osk_purinnumee on x
β±β ββ WARNINGS: mdni, overstimulation, oral, pussy drunk boys, daddy kink (caleb), bicep choking (caleb), "just the tip" (sylus), size kink (sylus), cunnilingus (xavier), Lemurian heat (rafayel), orgasm denial (rafayel), breeding kink (rafayel), slight exhibisionism (zayne)
Caleb β±β ββ the bully
How could Caleb deny you?Β
How could he when you come to him crying big crocodile tears, sobbing how no matter what you do you canβt seem to cum, how you think you must be broken, how no one would ever want such a hard-to-please woman in their bed.Β
As if he hasnβt spent years watching you, waiting for you, knowing damn well that the problem isnβt you.
So of course Caleb, being such a kind and thoughtful gege, has to prove you wrong, right?
He does. Over. And over. And over again. That is, until youβre crying in overstimulation, writhing away from his punishing thrusts, clawing against the sheets as you try to run from the pleasure-turned-pain.
Or, tried to.
βNuh-uh, sweetheart. Where do you think youβre going?β
Youβre running? No, no you canβt run away, not when heβs already spent his entire fucking life chasing you.Β
Calebβs voice is teasing, raspy and sweet, but thereβs nothing playful about the way his Evol surges to life with a mere crook of his finger, dragging you back along the mattress and pinning you down as he takes his sweet time crawling back to you.Β
Trapped, your breath hitches as you feel the weight of him settle over you, his intimidating frame caging you in, tracing featherlight kisses along your spine in such a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he was fucking you earlier. His hands roam, slow and deliberate, kneading your ass as he repositions himself behind you.
"If I let you go," he murmurs, "you promise not to run?"
Run? Why did you even want to run? You canβt remember now, not as you viciously nodding your head as much as is allowed under the control of his Evol, already arching your back into his touch as Caleb nips and marks your sticky inner thighs.Β
βGood girl.β The pressure disappears.Β
Immediately, Caleb replaces it, his entire body pressing you down before you can so much as take a proper breath. His arm snakes around your throat, flexing just enough to remind you whoβs in control, the bulging, thick mass of his bicep choking you deliciously when you attempt to squirm or beg.
Heβs got you in a headlock, the rest of his corded body pressing down atop you until your chest is squished to the mattress, ass pressed against Calebβs pelvis, the combined pressure enough for you to be seeing stars. A drooling, overstimulated mess.
It doesnβt help that heβs practically panting like a dog in your ear, whining as he already begins thrusting himself back into your cunt, delirious moans of your name and filthy praises cooed right into your ear, words barely distinguishable with how hard heβs breathing.Β
βAww p-poor thing.β Caleb pants, voice wrecked, whiny with need as he grinds himself against you. His pace is already brutal, his thrusts sharp and unforgiving, every desperate snap of his hips forcing a cry from your throat as his grip tightens, choking you deliciously every time you so much as try to squirm.βCan you be good for me? Be my sweet little girl and cum for daddy.β
It shouldnβt be hot, Caleb, your gege, calling himself daddy, it shouldnβt have you sobbing out an unintelligible plea as another orgasm builds, seizing up your body in tight, aching waves. And yet here you are, loosing your fucking mind at it.
βPlease,β you gasp, voice muffled as you sink your teeth into his bicep, embarrassed by the desperate sound of your own voice. βPlease, daddy.β
For the first time in thirty minutes, you feel Caleb stop.Β
Heβs frozen entirely, dick hot and throbbing with need within you, each shaky breath hitting your ear as he pressed down closer, flattening, suffocating you into the mattress as you feel the growl come from his throat. You can hear the way his lips curl into a grin.Β
βYou wanna say that again, princess?β
Whining, you try and arch your back further, wiggling your hips up as you try and bait Caleb into continuing, into giving you that release that was only just out of reach. But he wasnβt having any of that bratty attitude tonight.Β
βBehave.β Calebβs arm tightens, and your vision swims. βI asked you a question. You need daddy toβah shit you tightened, dirty girlβ fuck you nice and full, hmm? Fuck you stupid?βΒ
A fresh wave of humiliation burns down your spine, but it doesn't matter. Youβll say whatever he wants if it means he moves, if it means he chokes you more, if it means he finally gives you what you need one more time.Β
βYes, mβclose, please daddy! Pleaseβahβlet me cum one more time.βΒ
Caleb just snaps.
His grip tightens instinctively. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel it, enough to make your breath stutter, your body jolt like the sweet little thing you are under his grasp. His entire frame tenses above you, muscles coiling so tightly itβs like heβs holding himself together with sheer willpower alone. But itβs already slipping.
"Fucking," His voice breaks, dissolving into a strangled groan as he buries his face against your neck, breathing you in like a man starved. "Fuck that shouldnβt be so hot, it really shouldnβtβ"
Like you haven't already wrecked him beyond repair.
Calebβs Evol comes back full force, pushing you prone against the mattress so you canβt feel anything but him, the arm around your throat dropping so his hand can press against your belly instead, pinning you down as he fucks into you so deep, so hard, you swear you can feel him in your lungs. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back just enough for his lips to smash onto yours, sloppy, desperate, sucking at your bottom lip as the two of you jolt with each thrust.Β
"You have no fucking idea," Caleb laughs against your lips, the words a feverish, choked-out confession, "how long I've wanted to do this to you."
Itβs almost like heβs hammering that truth into you, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, the sound of skin on skin nearly drowned out by your own sobs of pleasure.
"Calebβ"
"Say it again," he demands, not even trying to keep his composure anymore. "Say it for me, princess. Say it like you mean it."
"Daddyβ"
"Fuck."
Caleb really didn't need another kink, he really didn't need to imagine you calling him all these filthy things on top of every other sinful thing he's already imagined you doing. It must be divine punishment, because god was he into it.
Practically collapsing on top of you, Caleb's barely pulling out before grinding right back in as deep as he can get, like he can barely think to part from you even for a moment, like he needs to feel every twitch, every squeeze, every shudder of your overstimulated body. His hands roam wildly, equally greedy, kneading and groping every tender curve like heβs trying to memorize every inch of you, like heβs claiming you in ways heβs never let himself before. And fuck, youβre close.Β
Caleb notices, of course he notices, nibbling the shell of your ear as the arm around your throat tightens, the other going right back to abusing your clit as you squirt all over him with a scream.Β
βAw thatβs it, keep cumming sweet thing.β Calebβs voice is the only thing grounding you, your entire body, your vision trembling as you begin to lose consciousness. The only thing you can think of is Caleb. Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!
You donβt even realize youβre screaming his name over and over again as you squirt down both of your thighs, making a mess against the already ruined sweat-slicked sheets beneath the two of you. Youβre so damn messy. He loves it.
Convulsing, walls fluttering around him like youβre made for him, a sweet temptation Caleb is so laughably weak against as he follows, humping against you like a mad dog as his breath shatters into desperate, shaky moans of your name, spilling inside you with a force that has you sobbing with pleasure.
βOh, princess,β he rasped, his tongue tracing over the tear-streaked path down your cheek before pressing a soft, almost mocking kiss to your jaw. βShh, itβs alright, donβt cry. Your gege is here, your daddy will take good care of you, promise.β
Rafayel β±β ββ the desperate
Youβre going to have to call in sick for the week.Β
Every year with the return of the tide, with the return of ebb-and-flow day, Rafayel becomes insatiable. Youβve barely been able to be able to escape Rafayelβs grasp for long enough to go to the bathroom, let alone escape enough from his insatiable fucking to walk well enough to fight.Β
Itβs never been this bad. And itβs all your fault. Being back in your arms after eight hundred years, finally remembering the way your voice sounds when it says his name and the way you fit oh so perfectly in his arms. Itβs borderline painful to spend even a minute in your absence. His very body violently rejects the notion of it as spasms of violent heat and need drives him right back into your arms again and again and again.Β
βPlease, please let me fuck you. I canβt come like this, you know that.β
Rafayelβs voice is muffled against your thigh, breath hot as he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. His hands are clenched into the sheets beside him, trembling with the effort of keeping them off you, as you ordered. Itβs the only rule youβve given him tonight, and yet itβs breaking him.
"Rafayel," you warn, fingers buried between your thighs, working yourself open as his desperate, pleading gaze follows your every movement.
He whimpers, nodding frantically, his cock throbbing angrily where it rests against the mattress, one hand coming back to violently fist the swollen head as it leaks all over his palm and sheets.Β "I know, I know," his voice cracks as he drags his hand around its base, rutting into his own palm like itβs not enough, like it hasnβt been enough for hours now. "But please IβfuckβI canβt."
βYou can.β You spread your legs wider, letting him see, letting him watch your fingers disappear into your fluttering cunt with a slick, wet sound that has his jaw going slack, his own hips grind into the bed helplessly.Β βI told you what would happen if you forgot to use a condom, again.β
Rafayelβs eyes plead up into yours, big fat tears slipping down his cheeks, his head shaking against your leg as he kisses the trembling flesh. "You don't understand," he sobs, nuzzling into the crook of your knee like he can smell the orgasm building inside you, like he can taste it on his tongue already. βI need- I needββ
"You need to learn control, Rafayel."Β
Your voice is less strict than youβd like it to be, already embarrassingly close considering all the times youβve come earlier today. And the way Rafayelβs looking up at you, begging, pleading, is really not helping.Β
Tilting your hips slightly, you circle your clit in a way that makes your eyes roll back, making sure he sees the way your poor cunt flutters all empty, the way your body clenches, desperate for something more, something bigger.
Rafayel groans, his grip on himself tightening. Still, itβs useless, his Lemurian biology physically wonβt let him cum unless itβs inside his pretty little mate, his cock swollen and weeping with how much heβs holding back, the pleasure that spikes through him now nothing but a cruel, agonizing echo of the real thing.
"My love," he chokes, head falling back against the mattress, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe past the desperate hunger clawing at his insides. "My muse, my sweet darling, please. Taste you, touch you, anything, please!β
You hum, considering, rolling your hips against your own fingers as he moans, watching with wild, fevered eyes. "You wanna clean me up?"
"Yes."
The word is instant, sharp, like Rafayelβs been waiting for you to say it since the moment he first laid his hands on you tonight. Before you can even think of teasing or denying him any further, his grip snapsβboth arms wrapping around your thighs, dragging you down the mattress in one swift, fluid motion.
"Rafayelβ"
Too late.
His mouth is on you before you can protest, his tongue filthy as he sucks at your clit, licking up everything youβve given yourself, drinking in the mess between your thighs like itβs the only thing keeping him alive. Slapping your own hands away, Rafayel pauses briefly to suck them clean before diving right back into the source, moaning into your cunt, making your body seize with another orgasm before you can even process the first.
"Fuck, fuck," Your hands fly to his hair, gripping hard, but it only makes him groan, rutting against the mattress, his own pleasure reigniting just from the taste of you.Β
You try to pull away, squirming and kicking at Rafayelβs sides, his shoulders, but he doesn't even budge. His arms lock tight around your hips, keeping you there, keeping you spread for him as he eats you out like a man possessed.Β
And then he's begging again, voice wrecked, slurred with delirious pleasure, licking at your clit between words as though he really canβt get enough.Β βPlease, please let me fuck you. I promise, mhm, promise I wonβt cum inside you again.βΒ
Rafayel is still begging for permission even as he manhandles you beneath him, hesitantly parting with your cunt as he kisses up your stomach, sucking at one of your breasts as you feel the nudge of his cock against your entrance before you can even think. βPromise Iβll be good. Iβll be such a good boy.β
Fuck, you really are weak against him.Β
Using the last of your strength, you flip the both of you around, grinding down against his cock as you feel it throb, violently jumping between your thighs, the sloppy, wet sound of each movement sending shivers down both your spines. Poor thing is already ruined, body extra sensitive due to his heat, cock swollen and leaking as it begs to be inside you.Β
"You promise?" Your voice is a whisper, teasing, as you drag your soaked folds along the length of him, feeling him tremble beneath you.
Rafayel nods frantically, breath hitching, hands twitching at his sides like he wants to grab you, wants to force you down onto him, but he knows better. Knows he wouldnβt survive the punishment. His lips are red, glossy with your slick, parted around little choked-off whimpers as he fights against the desperate urge to rut up into you.
"I promise," he gasps,Β "Please, Iβll be good, I swear, Iβll be so good for you.β
You hum, dragging your fingertips down his chest, nails scraping lightly over sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the way his breath shudders at the contact. The pain. "You say that, but you've already come inside me, what, three times now?"Β
You rock your hips again, coating his cock in your arousal, watching the way his abs twitch with the effort of keeping still. Gods, heβs so pretty like this, neglected and crying underneath you, muscles strained and glistening with sweat and cum, watercolor eyes bleary as his tears collect on the mattress as dusky pink pearls. The same rosy shade of blush that burns across his cheeks, ears, and throbbing tip of his swollen cock.Β
βThat warrants punishment, donβt you think?β
Rafayel all but whines at that, head tilting back against the pillow, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe, tries to hold on to the last fragile thread of control he has left. "IβI won't this time, I swear, Iβll be good, I just need you."
"You need me?" You lean down, pressing your lips just below his ear, letting your voice drop to a sinful whisper. "Or do you just need to fuck something, sweetheart?"
"You." Rafayelβs answer is immediate, desperate, his hands finally snapping up to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. "Itβs always you. Only you, my mate."
The admission makes your stomach tighten, heat pooling low as you let yourself sink down, just enough for the swollen head of his cock to catch at your entrance. Rafayel jerks, eyes wide, mouth dropping open around a silent moan, his grip on you tightening like heβs afraid youβll disappear.
"Oh, fuck."
"You need me, you need your mate?" You tease, rolling your hips, letting him feel the wet heat of you without giving him what he really needs.
"Yes, please, please, pleaseβ"
And then, because youβre cruel, because you love seeing him like this, you lift yourself off him entirely.
Rafayel practically cries at that, and you let him plead, let him beg, until his whole body is shaking with the need to be inside you, until his voice is raw and wrecked from crying out your name. Then, finally, finally, you sink down, dropping the entirety of your weight onto him as you both moan at the sudden pressure as your ass smacks his pelvis with a lewd slap.Β
Rafayelβs body aches up off the mattress, a wrecked, strangled moan tearing from his throat as his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. His head tilts back, chest heaving, eyes glassy and unfocused, dilated almost like a catβs, as if the feeling of being inside you after so long is too much for his mind to comprehend.
"Fucking finally."
You barely have a moment to adjust before Rafayel thrusts.
Whatever fragile restraint he had is gone, obliterated the second your walls squeeze around him. His hips jerk up in a desperate, instinctual rut, shoving himself deeper, harder, until the thick length of him is buried to the hilt inside you, and then pulled all the way out before ramming back in again. You choke on a gasp, nails digging into his chest, but he doesnβt even seem to register the pain.
"More." Some inhumane warble distorts Rafayelβs voice, nails turning clawed and sharp as he thrusts up into you with more strength than any human should possess. βPerfect, perfect mate.β
Your head spins, the force of each snap of his hips making your whole body jolt. His desperation is relentless, dragging you closer to the edge far too fast, too intense, gripping onto his shoulders just to keep you from falling over as your thighs begin trembling once again.Β
"RafayelβRaf, slow down!"
"No," he whimpers, shaking his head wildly, hands tightening on your waist as if letting go isnβt an option. "No, please, sorry, need this." Rafayelβs voice breaks into a sort of trill, something like whalesong, eyes fluttering shut as he drives himself up into you, starved for more, cock throbbing desperately inside you. "Donβt leave me again, please.β
Your heart clenches. "Iβm here," you whisper, leaning down, pressing your forehead to his as your body moves with his, rolling your hips as you try to stay in time with his brutal pace. "Iβm right here, Rafayel."
He moans, high and broken, clutching you so tightly against him, feeling every inch of you pressed into his skin. His pace turns frantic, sloppy, body shaking beneath you as pleasure racks through him in violent waves. Heβs close, but he wonβt let himself fall over the edge alone.
"Come with me," he begs, his lips brushing over yours as he pleads for it. "Please.β
And you do.
The orgasm slams through you like a tidal wave, stealing every breath from your lungs as your entire body clenches around him. Rafayel keens, hips jerking wildly as he follows, his cock pulsing inside you as he fucks his cum deep inside you yet again, stuffing you full until youβre both shaking with overstimulation.
But it still doesnβt stop.
Rafayel canβt stop.
Even as his body trembles beneath you, even as his whimpers turn into sobs, he keeps moving, his hips rolling into you in slow, messy grinds. His cock twitches inside your still-clenching walls, sending violent aftershocks through you both.
"Mhh sorry," he moans, lips dragging down your throat, sucking bruises into your skin as if marking you will somehow keep you tethered to him. "Did it again, canβt help it. Pussy feels so nice, wants me too, always so desperate for me. Made to worship me."
You let out a wrecked, exhausted laugh, trying to lift yourself off of him, but his arms snap tight around your waist, keeping you anchored to him.
"No," he pleads, voice cracking, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent. "No, please, justβjust a little more. You owe it to me for being so mean before."
Your head falls into the crook of his neck as yet another orgasm crashes through you, ripping a moan from your throat. Rafayel shudders, gasping against your skin, completely gone, his hips jerking helplessly, overstimulated beyond the point of caring. His body is moving on instinct now, neither of you fully conscious as he keeps moving on his own, chasing another high even as it breaks him.
"Fuck, Raf...β
"One more," heβs licking into your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, too tired and uncoordinated to properly kiss you. "One more, one more."
You donβt even know how many times youβve both come. The world is a haze of heat and pleasure, of wet, messy grinds and deep, instinctual thrusts, of Rafayelβs loud, unashamed moans directly in your ear between kisses, of the desperate way he clings to you, unable to bear even a second, an inch of separation.
You ride him through another, and another, until your body finally gives out, completely limp against his chest, your limbs trembling too hard to keep yourself upright any longer. Rafayel follows soon after, his movements slowing, stuttering, until heβs finally, finally still beneath you, panting raggedly, body wracked with aftershocks.
The room is finally silent except for your heavy breathing, the two of you floating between sleep and reality for what seems like an eternity.Β
"I think I might die," Rafayel croaks, voice hoarse.
You huff a weak, breathless laugh as you grumble into his shoulder. "Good, you stupid horny fish."
Sylus β±β ββ the sweetheart (liar)
Youβre going insane.Β
Sylus promised he would finally fuck you, promised heβd finally give you what youβve practically been begging him for all week. βJust the tip,β youβd beg, whining into his neck or suckling gently against his fingers in attempts to bait him, βPlease, Sy, just the tip and Iβll stop asking.β
Technically speaking, heβs held up his end of the deal. After all, youβve already cum four times. Not that itβs ever stopped you from wanting more.Β
βWhatβs this? Are you even listening to me, sweetie?β Something jerks your head up, and youβre snapped out of your thoughts at the same time as Sylus grinds forward, humming as he pulls you closer on his lap, your thighs spread wide atop of his. βTch, first all that whining and now youβre not even paying attention to me. Iβm hurt, kitten.β
You shake your head as best you can with his thumb and forefinger still squishing your cheeks, tears from the sheer overstimulation blurring your vision as you bury your face into Sylusβs chest, chasing the mere friction.Β
The fat head of his cock slips right back out of your cunt, tapping once, twice, on your swollen clit before grinding back in with a lewd pop. One inch, two, just enough for you to feel the delicious stretch of the tip of his cock, before Sylus lifts you up higher on his lap, pulling out as the torture begins all over again.Β
You swear you can take more. It doesnβt matter than everytime Sylus lines up his cock it hits your bellybutton from the outside, it doesnβt matter that your hands can barely wrap around his base, it doesnβt matter that even when you suck him off your jaw throbs and he can barely thrust it in halfway without you gagging.Β
βSylus, please, please justββ you whine, rutting your hips down to no avail as his firm hands render you immobile. Watching you squirm with thinly veiled amusement. βJust fuck me already!βΒ
Your breath comes out in short, stuttered gasps, frustration bubbling over into pitiful little sobs against Sylusβs skin. He shushes you, rubbing slow, teasing circles into your hips as if heβs offering you comfort. But you know better. The bastard lives for this, the way your body trembles, how your cunt clenches down hard every time he pulls out, desperate for more than what heβs giving.
βPlease.β A broken cry rips from your throat as he nudges forward again, pushing the tip back inside like he hasnβt already driven you half-mad. βI can take it. Ah, I swear, I can take it.βΒ
And yet, heβs still so fucking mean.
βHmm,β Sylusβs voice drips with amusement, low and tinged with laughter as his lips graze the shell of your ear as though lost in thought. βNo.β
You whine, digging your nails into Sylusβs back with more force than necessary as you hiss out curses, βCruel, stubborn, self-assured asshole. I told you I can take it Sylβah!β
Sylus pushes himself upward, roughly fucking his swollen tip against you, ramming that delicious spot within you as your curses dissolve into mindless babbles of his name, another orgasm ripping through you as you try and match Sylusβs rhythm by grinding yourself on the rest of his cock.Β
βThatβs it,β He hums, dragging his tongue along your pulse, relishing the way it hammers beneath his mouth.Β He can feel how fast it beats, erratic and needy, the way your breath catches in your throat. βYouβre gonna be good and take what I give you. Because from where Iβm sitting, it looks like youβre already fucked stupid. And Iβve barely even given you anything, kitten.β
Itβs humiliating how right he is.
Your thighs tremble violently on either side of his, the ache in your muscles a dull, distant thing compared to the unbearable need twisting in your core. Desperate, you try to grind down, to force him deeper, to make him give you what you need. But Sylus just clicks his tongue, unimpressed, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you still, keeping you right where he wants you.
Sylus shifts back on the couch, pulling you down, controlling your movements with an infuriating ease, guiding you along the few inches heβs deemed fit to give you. Itβs barely anything, nowhere near enough, but even thatβjust that slow, teasing roll of his hipsβand the unbearable pressure of the thick, insistent tip of his cock is enough to make your back arch violently against him.Β
βThere we go,β he murmurs, cooing as he watches you, helpless and pliant in his lap. βNo more complaining.β
A desperate nod. Another broken whine.Β
You can feel it building again, the pressure coiling deep inside you, sharp and unbearable. Sobbing, you drop your head into Sylusβs shoulder, biting into the curve of his neck to muffle your cries, nails digging into his shoulders, chest, clawing violent red marks as Sylus shudders, eyes rolling back at the pain. Your legs are shaking too hard to do much of anything anymore, giving out as Sylus is the only thing left guiding you, dragging you toward yet another orgasm.Β
Or rather, he would have.Β
But you feel Sylus chuckle, the sound deep and sinful as it rumbles down his chest and into yours, and fear prickles along your spine. Then, with excruciating patience, he pulls out, leaving you empty all over again before tapping his throbbing cock against your clitβslow, deliberate, taunting.
βYou wanted just the tip, sweetheart.β He grins, voice a low, cruel purr as he kisses your forehead. βSo donβt start crying now that itβs all youβre getting.β
Xavier β±β ββ the munch
βThen sit on my face.β
You stare, dumbfounded, as Xavier already begins leaning back against the cushions of your bed, those big, blue eyes begging up at you in ways that make it hard to breathe.Β
Xavierβs hands tighten around your waist, fingers flexing like heβs barely restraining himself from yanking you down then and there. The heat of his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your pulse stammer, making every inch of you ache with want.
βXavier, I didnβt actually meanβ¦β
βYou want me to prove it, right? Then Iβll do what I can to serve you well.β Heβs dead serious, you realize, still staring down at him in shock as Xavier frowns, sitting up just long enough to wrap his arms around your waist and haul you toward him, seating you on his chest as protests die in your throat. βSit.β
Biting your lip, you still find yourself hesitating. What if youβre too heavy? Or if he doesnβt actually like it? You still have your underwear on, shouldnβt you take it off, or does he plan on eating you through it? What ifβ
"You're thinking too much again." His voice is firm, but gentle, cutting straight through your spiraling thoughts. Before you can get another word in, he lifts you up from the backs of your thighs, guiding you forward until your knees are bracketing his head and you're hovering just above his waiting mouth.
Xavier groans, this is already better than his dreamsβjust having you above him, so close, so warmβis enough to make him lose his damn mind. His hands are keeping you steady, and when he tilts his head back to look at you again, you almost drown in the sheer hunger in his gaze.
"Please," he murmurs, breathless, sucking and kissing into your thighs like he can't believe you're making him wait so long for something he so, so desperately needs. "I really donβt think I can wait much longer."
A shudder racks through you, thighs trembling as the heat between your legs grows unbearable. Xavierβs so serious, so patient, despite the raw hunger in his voice, despite the way his chest rises and falls in uneven pants beneath you. Youβd have to be cruel to deny him.Β
Slowly, you lower yourself the rest of the way, bracing your hands against the headboard as Xavier immediately pulls you the last few inches down, shoving his face up into you like heβs starving.
He might as well be because the first swipe of his tongue is so hot, so eager, that you nearly jerk away from the sudden pleasure. Not that Xavier would let you. His fingers dig into the marked-up plush of your thighs, keeping you right there as he groans into your pussy like youβre the best fucking thing heβs ever tasted.
βWaitββ Your voice is already breaking, a gasp caught in your throat as he licks into you again, slow and deliberate, like heβs savoring every second of it. He doesnβt even bother pulling your underwear aside, just mouths at the fabric, dampening it further, teasing you through the barrier until it sticks to your folds and youβre a whimpering mess, gripping the headboard so tightly your knuckles ache.Β
Then he shifts, hooking a single finger under the waistband, dragging it aside just enough to give himself proper access.
The first real flick of Xavierβs tongue against your clit is devastating.
A high, broken moan rips from your throat as pleasure jolts up your spine, your thighs snapping shut around his head, suffocating him as Xavier feels like the happiest man in the world. Moaning into your cunt, Xavier pulls you down harder against his mouth like he wouldnβt mind drowning in your pleasure if it meant he got to taste you for just a few seconds longer.
Youβre already cumming. Head falling backward, your lips part in a silent scream as Xavierβs tongue continues circling around your clit in that same, devastating rhythm, only letting go once youβve come all over his face. But he doesnβt stop for long.Β
His tongue flicks and curls and fucks into you with the kind of dedication that makes your vision blur, that makes your whole body burn as you become more and more sensitive. And when you grind down against his mouth, desperate and trembling, he just groans in approval, encouraging you to ride his face like you need this just as much as he does.
"That's it," Xavier mumbles between licks, inaudible between your wet, sinful noises. "Don't hold back. Use me."
Itβs too much. Itβs not enough.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, but it only makes him grin against you, only makes him suck harder, making you gasp and sob as your thighs start to shake once more around his head. Still, he devours you, no teasing, no hesitation. Just raw, ravenous hunger.Β
"Xavierβ"
He hums in response, the vibrations sending another sharp wave of pleasure through you. Then he finally fucks his tongue deep into your cunt, curling against your walls as you clench around the hot muscle, Xavierβs nose grinding deliciously into your clit as his hands begin guiding you back and forth once your rhythm falls apart.Β
You come hard, a choked cry ripping from your throat as your body locks up, pleasure searing through every nerve. Xavier doesnβt stopβdoesnβt let you escapeβlicking and sucking you through your orgasm like he needs every drop, like he wonβt be satisfied until youβre a writhing, overstimulated mess above him.
βAh, Xavier, seriously,β you whine, every suck against your clit now tender and overstimulated as you try and squirm away to no avail. βCanβt, Xavier, canβt come again!β
Crying, you finally manage to wrestle his head out from underneath youβbody still shaking, pleasure crackling under your skin like a live wireβrealizing something that makes your stomach flip.
Xavier is panting, eyes half-lidded and hazy with bliss, hair fisted in your hands as the rest sticks to his forehead and pillow with sweat, letting you inch off of him as he finally breathes, heaving in deep breaths through swollen, wet lips. His whole body shudders beneath you, and when you shift, you feel itβthe sticky warmth against his stomach, the evidence of his release.
He came. Just from eating you out.
And the worst part?
Heβs still hard.
βOne more time, please?β
Zayne β±β ββ the addicted
Uh oh.Β
This was bad.Β
Zayne has always considered himself a beacon of self-control, having grown up under the concept of restraint and caution when it came to everything from his Evol to his lifeβs work as a surgeon.Β
But even he could get addicted to having you spread out underneath him like this.Β
It had started innocently. Zayne had forgotten his lunch today, probably due to his consecutive sleepless nights, thanks to being on call for not two or three but four surgeries this week. So when you delivered his lunch to his private office like any sweet girlfriend would do, it was only natural that youβd want to see if you could help him feel more relaxed and maybe help relieve the stress that was so clearly fogging up his mind.Β
This, however, was not what you had in mind.
"Zayne, someone is going to hear us," you hiss, voice trembling, but make no move to stop him.
Zayne only hums, two fingers rubbing right up against your clit with expert precision even with your jeans still unzipped around your waist. His other hand shucks them just barely down your thigh, pressing his fingers right back in, curling against that spot that has your legs jerking against the polished wood of his desk before dragging his fingers out of you agonizingly slow.Β
"You shouldβve locked the door when you came in, then." He says like itβs the most obvious thing in the world, leaning down, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand presses against your stomach, keeping you pinned as he fucks you open with his fingers, movements slow, deliberate. "You know I donβt like being interrupted."
Your head tilts back against the desk as your cries are muffles into your palm. "Zayne!"
"You were the one who wanted to help relieve my stress, werenβt you?" His voice is calm, collected, like he isnβt knuckle-deep inside you with his fingers glistening from how wet heβs made you already. "So be a good girl and take it."
Your breath stutters, thighs twitching as you clench around his fingers, already embarrassingly close with how well he knows your body, how pent up youβve been after not having Zayne in over a week. Meanwhile, Zayne watches you come undone with sharp, almost clinical eyes, the hunger in them barely restrained, a predator biding his time.
"Mhm, close, I canβtβ"
"Yes, you can," he cuts you off smoothly, pressing his fingers deeper, rubbing firm, steady circles over your clit. His expression doesnβt change, but his voice dips lower, smiling ever so slightly as he watches you. "Come for me."
You shudder violently, hands gripping the edges of the desk as another orgasm threatens to crash over you, your body far too weak to resist the relentless pleasure.
"Zayne," you cry out, hips jerking.
He clicks his tongue, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but not before ripping his tie off, deft, scarred hands looping through the expensive silk before balling it up and pushing it into your open mouth.Β
βWhat did I say about staying quiet?β
Your response is stifled around his tie, and Zayne feels his traitorous cock throb at the sound of your fucked out, inaudible voice, the very picture of debauchery with the slight drool smearing your lipstick, your eyes hazy with post-orgasm glow, your office button-down skewed across your breasts just enough so be can squeeze your breast right under your lacy bra.Β
He wants to ruin you even more.Β
Zayne has barely even zipped down his pants, holding up his own shirt as he bites it to keep his leaking cock from smearing pre-cum all over the cotton, before heβs desperately fucking his own fist with one hand, the other still circling your clit.Β
When the sound of voices echo from right outside his office door.Β
Your body jerks under him at the sudden noise, but Zayne doesnβt stop. If anything, he doubles down, pressing his slick fingers harder against your clit, wrenching another broken sob from your throat, muffled by the tie still shoved between your lips.
βDonβt you dare,β he whispers, voice low, dangerous. His free hand tightens around his cock, stroking faster, more desperate, more sloppy than youβve ever seen him. The sight alone has your walls clenching down around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal making a mess of his desk and the scattered papers on top.Β
The voices outside the door grow louder, and Zayneβs entire body tenses. Not with fear. Not with hesitation. But something that he thinks might ruin him forever.Β
βI should stop,β he murmurs, though his fingers never leave you, still rubbing circles into your overstimulated clit, dragging you higher, forcing you to ride that unbearable edge of pleasure. His teeth clench, brows furrowed as his pace on his own cock stutters, his restraint cracking with every second that passes. βI really should stop.β
You whimper, body trembling beneath him, a plea barely audible around the silk in your mouth.
βBut you love this, donβt you?β His voice drops, rasping, guttural. βYou love making me a mess, love knowing that the only thing keeping us from getting caught is how good you are for me.β
Zayne never talks like this, but god, now you wish heβd never stop. His mere voice is enough to send you over the edge once again. Your moan is strangled, raw, hips lifting weakly into his touch despite the overstimulation.
The door handle rattles.
Zayne snaps, one arm shooting out as ice surrounds the handle, spears of it crawling over the wooden frame of the door, across the tiled floor as he loses control.Β
He barely spares it a glance. Pulling the tie from your mouth, Zayne immediately replaces it with his lips, swallowing your gasp as he shoves two fingers back inside you, curling them deep, his strokes ruthless, relentless. His other hand leaves his cock only long enough to drag you forward, forcing your legs around his waist, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance as he moans into your mouth.
"Zayne, your Evolβ"
"Donβt worry about me," he hums, kissing you one more time before his gaze drops, watching where the two of you meet. βYouβve done more than enough for me. Youβve always been enough for me.β And he pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open around his thick length, your body still pulsing and greedy from your last orgasm.
Zayne exhales sharply, his forehead pressing against yours as he stills, buried inside you. His fingers flex against your waist, grounding himself, keeping himself from completely unraveling.
Β βThatβs it, breathe,β he murmurs, voice back to the soft, low tone you know so well, the urgency melting into something reverent. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another to your jaw, as if to soothe you through the stretch. βYouβre perfect.β
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you grind upward, coaxing him into going faster, into actually fucking you.Β
Zayne groans, his control fraying as he clutches you tighter, nose brushing against yours. βYou're going to be the death of me,β he whispers, lips ghosting yours in a kiss, the intimacy making your heart clench.
You can still hear muffled voices beyond the door, a stark reminder of the risk, of how dangerously close you are to being caught. But it only makes you cling to him tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whisper, βThen let me take care of you, Doctor.β










