Elleia Shichi

“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,”

rafayel’s hand covers your mouth, silencing the same spiel he’s heard countless times. “shhhh, you’re so noisy.. listen.”

he continues thrusting, his hips smacking against yours dully and bringing out wet phwap pwhap sounds. you can still hear the noises that normally accompany art auctions going on outside of whatever tiny room rafayel drug you into- glasses clinking, people laughing a bit too loudly at jokes that really aren’t all that funny, and the crackle of the auctioneer's microphone.

“it doesn’t sound like you hate me… you can say you hate me, but your sweet pussy betrays you.” rafayel murmurs in your ear, lips tracing the shell of it.

as if in response, your pussy clenches and flutters around him- traitor. rafayel laughs in response, knowing you can’t lie your way out of this.

his hand slowly left your mouth, running down your throat and twirling your pearl necklace between his fingertips. “i’ve never seen you in this before… i’ll be sure to paint this outfit in time for our next event, yeah? wouldn’t want you to avoid me.”

you grit your teeth and stomp a heeled foot in annoyance, opening your mouth to protest but moaning instead when rafayel shifts positions juuust slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. “hhaaaah-!”

rafayel moans quietly, hands tightening on your waist and necklace as he fucks into you harder, chasing his release.

“so beautiful, you’re so gorgeous.. my perfect muse.” he rambles into your ear, drowning out the loud speakers outside.

much like your spotty memory of how you always end up fucking rafayel, you don’t remember much of your orgasm- he had a habit of doing that to you.

when you come down from your haze, rafayel is pulling your dress down and smoothing it out, eyes caressing every feature and committing it to memory, likely so he can paint it. you didn’t doubt the sincerity of his earlier statement.

your cheeks flush despite your protests, fixing your hair and pushing past him to the door. “if you sell that painting tonight, you’d better donate all the earnings to something charitable.”

rafayel tilts his head and watches you pause in front of the door- he’d noticed you’d been having a harder time recently leaving him. that was good. he must he growing on you at least a little.

“i always do.”

a/n: this is a repost from april 7th, 2026 because i deleted it. whoopsies.

The door to Sylus's bedroom closes with a soft click.

You linger near the entrance, absentmindedly playing with the hem of your dress, uncertain of what comes next.

You're no stranger to intimacy, but it's been a while since you've last indulged yourself in the acts of pleasure.

And you've certainly never found yourself in a situation like this - surrounded by five devastatingly handsome men whose attention is focused entirely on you.

Five pairs of eyes meet yours, each reflecting the same unmistakable emotions: desire, last, and want.

“Come here, kitten,” Sylus says, motioning you closer.

You slowly make your way toward the large bed where everyone is standing.

“How does this work, exactly?” you ask.

“I suppose that's something we're about to discover together,” Xavier replies, his voice calm.

Rafayel climbs onto the middle of the bed and settles against the headboard.

“Join me, cutie.”

You climb onto the mattress and settle in front of him. He draws you closer until you can feel the warmth radiating from his chest seep onto your back through the thin fabric of your dress.

Resting his chin lightly against your shoulder, he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck taking in your scent.

“How about we use a traffic-light system?” Sylus suggests as he moves to the side of the bed.

You glance up at him.

“Green means you're comfortable and happy to continue. Red means we stop. Immediately.”

“I can work with that.” You nod in agreement at the idea.

Rafayel takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head until you're looking at him once more before leaning in to kiss you.

The first kiss is slow and unhurried, and you can't help feeling a little self-conscious with everyone watching.

You register the mattress dipping beneath another weight as Xavier joins the two of you, settling onto the bed on his knees. His hands come to rest against your thighs.

He leans down to place open mouth kisses to both of them.

You break the kiss, your gaze drifting downward.

Xavier hands and kisses travel higher and higher up under your dress.

Rafayel captures your attention again.

This time, when his lips meet yours, the kiss is deeper, carrying a quiet intensity.

You let out a gasp as Xavier lips presses a kiss against your clothed core, sending a jolt of sensation up your body.

This distraction allowed Rafayel to slip his tongue to delve into your month, tasting, exploring, deepening the kiss.

Rafayel pulls back, allowing you to catch your breath.

Your gaze drifts down to Xavier.

His fingers hook either side of your underwear under the hem of your dress.

“May I?” Xavier asks gently, his eyes wide and pleading.

You bit your lower lip, nodding.

“Use your words, kitten,” Sylus reminded, his voice steady. “Green or red?”

“Green,” you breathe out like a sigh.

Xavier slips your underwear down your legs, tossing them aside.

He positions himself on his stomach between your legs. His hands grips your thighs, spreading them slightly as he leans in. You feel his breath against you, before his tongue makes contact, a long lick from your entrance to your clit.

You jump slightly at the sudden contact. Rafayel's hands steady you, his lips finding your neck as he started to place soft kisses there.

Sylus moves, sinking down onto his knees at the side of the bed. He cups your face, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

You moan into the kiss as Xavier begins to lick slow, measured, but not less eager.

You feel the other side of the bed, opposite Sylus dip under a heavy weight. A firm yet gentle hand grabbed one of her breasts through her dress.

You hear a shuffle of bedsheets as Xavier month leaves your core and he moves slightly to the side as another joins his side.

One hand grips your tight as to steady you and keep your legs apart as two cold fingers begin to run up and down between your labia, before pushing inside.

You gasp against Sylus' lips, breaking the kiss to stare down at Zayne between her legs.

“Is this okay?” Zayne asks with slight hesitation, feeling the wetness against his fingers.

Remembering Sylus's words earlier about consent, you say, “Green.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

Zayne begins to pump his fingers in and out of you as Xavier moves back up to kiss and suck on her clit hungrily.

Beside you, Caleb whispers into her ear, “What about me? Can I also get the green light?” His hands have been busy teasing your breast all this time.

Turning your head slightly to meet his dark gaze, you answer softly, “Green.”

Your lips meet in a searing kiss as his hands move - one tugging at the strap of your dress until it slides down your shoulder, the other catching the fabric at your front, dragging it low enough for your right breast to escape to spill out.

He breaks the kiss to shift his weight, leaning into you as his palm curves under your breast, lifting it toward his mouth. His lips close around your nipple, teeth grazing it before sucking.

Rafayel's breath hitches before mirroring Caleb's actions with your left breast.

You catch the movement out of the corner of your eye - Sylus pushing up to his full height. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down just enough to free his erection - thick and long against his abdomen.

He strokes himself lazily, spreading the bead of precum at the tip with his thumb.

“Want a taste, kitten?” His voice is rough, one hand bracing against the headboard as he angles his hips toward you.

You don't hesitate - just lean in to press your lips to the flushed head before dragging your tongue up the throbbing vein from root to tip. When you take him into your mouth, you can manage half.

You try to reach for the rest, but your hands fist in the sheets instead as Zayne's fingers curl deeper inside you, hitting your G-spot.

Sylus grips your hair, not yanking, just guiding as you bob your head.

The sounds filling the room were pornographic - wet slurps and moans mixed with the symphony of pleasure. You've got hands and mouths all over you. It's overwhelming, too much sensation at once, you can't even tell whose touch is whose anymore.

That familiar heat coils tight in your belly. Zayne and Xavier sense it, moving faster, pushing you toward the brink.

Drool trickles from your lips, your eyes water, but you keep sucking, hollowing your cheeks, relaxing your throat to take him deeper.

Your thighs tremble.

“Almost there,” Rafayel murmurs against your ear. “Give in, cutie”.

And just like that, you shatter - moaning around Sylus as waves of pleasure rip through you, Zayne and Xavier wringing out every last shuddering pulse.

Sylus's fingers loosen from your hair, you go slack against Rafayel's chest as you pant through the aftershocks, your body still trembling.

Behind you, Rafayel adjusts your weight, then you hear the crinkle of foil.

His hand guides yours backward, letting your fingers brush against this latex-sheathed erection.

“I need to be inside you,” he murmurs against your neck, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

“Green,” you gasp before he can even form the question.

He shifts beneath you, reclining against the headboard with his thighs spread wide, soles planted against the mattress. His grip tightens at the base of his cock as Xavier's hands bracket your hips, lowering you onto Rafayel in one smooth motion.

A moan tears from both your throats as he fills you completely, the stretch effortless.

Rafayel's jaw clunches as he holds himself still as you adjust. Then his hands replace Xavier's, lifting you nearly free before dragging you back down.

Your nails dig into his thighs as he finds a rhythm, steady and deep. Xavier remains kneeling, pupils blown as he watches Rafayel disappear inside you. The others hover at the foot of the bed, their stares burning.

Xavier peels off his boxers, reaching for another condom. He rolls it on with before settling his palms over Rafayel's on your waist, halting your movements.

The head of his cock nudges against your entrance alongside Rafayel's.

Your breath catches and eyes widen.

Eyes locking with Rafayel's, you whimper, “Green.”

He crushes you against his chest as Xavier presses in slowly, until both men are buried to the hilt.

Their initial thrusts are disjointed, until instinct takes over and their movements synchronize. Rafayel's whines mingle with Xavier's choked exhales, your own voice rising louder, as their pace turns punishing.

Already oversensitive from your first climax, the double penetration drags you mercilessly toward another. Your inner muscles tighten around them, drawing a hiss from both the men.

Fingers claw at Xavier's biceps as Rafayel's curses into your shoulder.

“Too—good—gonna—cum”

A more brutal thrusts, and he shatters, his release triggering your own. Your convulsing walls bring Xavier to his climax, his hips stuttering as he spills with a groan.

Xavier collapses against you, his chest heaving and breath ragged in your ear.

The three of you stay tangled until Xavier withdraws, disposing of the condom before leaving the bed. Rafayel follows, easing you onto the mattress before leaving.

You drape an arm over your eyes, stealing a moment to recover.

“Are you alright?” Caleb's voice cuts through the haze.

Lowering your arm, you turn to find Caleb naked, his cock as thick as Sylus', but veins more prominent along its length. Zayne, also naked, stands beside him, avoiding your gaze, flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“I believe it's our turn now,” Caleb murmurs, his voice dropping low as he moves onto the bed.

You shift sideways to accommodate him.

“Color check?” Zayne's voice sounds from behind you, deeper than you've ever heard it.

“Green,” you breathe, your pulse.

“Sit on me,” Caleb orders - no request, just pure command.

You obey, swinging one leg over his hips until you're hovering above him.

His grip is firm on your waist as he guides you down, and he himself inside you in one brutal thrust that punches a ragged cry from your throat.

Unlike Xavier and Rafayel, Caleb’s pace is punishing from the start, each snap of his hips driving the air from your lungs. His fingers dig into your flesh hard enough to bruise.

Then Zayne's hands are on you - cool against your feverish skin - arching your back. Caleb stills as Zayne lines himself up behind you.

The stretch burns. Your body protests the dual intrusion.

“Relax,” Zayne soothes.

You inhale deeply as he finally bottoms out.

They move in perfect sync with practiced ease - like they've done this before - a detail you'd dwell on if not for the relentless thrusts.

Despite Zayne's warnings, resistance crumbles fast - both men drowning in the sensation.

Zayne hands slide to your ass, spreading your cheeks wider, shifting in angle. When he does, Caleb's rhythm stutters. You know he's close in the way his hips stutter.

Leaning down, you bite his throat, lick the mark, savoring his hissed curse before crashing your mouth over his. The kiss is messy, all clashing teeth and shared spit.

You clench around him deliberately and Caleb's groan vibrates into your mouth as he spills inside the condom.

Zayne lifts you off Caleb, keeping you straddled as he pins your wrists behind your back. Caleb's thumb circles your clit. Your climax hits like you with a cry, slick coating his fingers as Zayne finds his release with one last thrust.

Zayne’s lips brush your sweat-damp shoulder as he withdraws slowly.

Caleb's smile is all lazy satisfaction as his fingers push the tangled strands of hair sticking to your forehead aside.

Sylus, whose presence you've been absentmindedly aware of the entire time from somewhere in the room, steps into view with a water bottle gripped loosely in one hand.

He settles onto the bed, cross-legged, leaning against the headboard with casual ease.

Caleb gives him a short sidelong glance as he lifts you, depositing you across Sylus’s thighs before sliding off the bed.

You watch the flex of his back muscles as he pads toward the bathroom.

Sylus presses the chilled bottle to your flushed cheek. He twists the cap off with a flick of his wrist and hands it to you. You drink greedily, water trickling down your chin.

When you lower the bottle, he takes it from your slack fingers and drains the last of it before setting it aside.

He holds up a condom between two fingers, tilting his head. “Still with me, kitten?”

Your throat is raw, lips parting around a breathless, “Green.”.

His teeth tear through the foil wrapper. He rolls the condom down his length without breaking eye contact

His arms fold behind his head, biceps flexing as he leans back. “Use me however you want.”

Shifting, you guide him inside with one trembling hand, sinking down inch by inch. Your thighs bracket his hips, your arms loop around him as you rock against him, slowly.

Sylus’s jaw tightens, his composure fracturing His hands slide around your waist, hauling you flush against him. Chest to chest, not a millimeter is left between you. Your breast rubs against his chest, stimulating your rock hard nipples.

He grinds with you, matching your unhurried pace.

When he kisses you, it’s tentative and unhurried, matching your movements. You break apart gasping, your hands fisting in his hair as you grind down harder, chasing the friction.

“Sylus—” His name cracks in your throat, half-plea, half-prayer.

His grip tightens, his hips snapping up to meet yours in a sharp rhythm.

Tears spill hot down your cheeks, dripping onto his collarbone.

Sylus’s grunts become more hoarse as every thrust hits you deeper than the last.

Your body trembles as he drives into you again and again.

“I can’t—it’s too much—”

The third stroke hits that perfect, devastating angle. A scream tearing from your throat before you clamp your teeth into his shoulder. The metallic taste of blood blooms across your tongue.

Sylus curses, his hips stuttering as his own climax rips through him.

When it’s over, you’re boneless in his arms, limp as he lowers you onto the mattress. Your mind floats somewhere beyond coherence, adrift in the afterglow.

Across the room, Xavier reclines in an armchair, eyes closed. Zayne moves quietly, gathering discarded items. The shower runs faintly in the distance.

Rafayel perches on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a pair of boxers and an unbuttoned shirt. His voice is a murmur, the words indistinct as exhaustion drags you under.

Darkness swallows you whole.

sylus watches you with a deep set of hunger seen within his garnet eyes. he lays back against the couch, front row seats to the private show you were providing for him. you were settled back on his bed, naked with your hands trembling as you met his gaze, only to quickly look away from him.

with your whole body set aflame due to his lingering gaze, you felt your breathing hitch, hands going unsteady as you tried to get a grip on the phallic toy.

“what’s wrong, sweet dove? don’t tell me you’re getting shy. go on, pretend that i’m not even here- show me what you do to relieve that ache when i’m not around.”

you swallow thickly, your lips parting in a soft whimper before you clenched your eyes shut-

finally moving as you now gripped at the dildo with purpose.

you began by tracing the thick, mushroom tip of your toy against your damp folds, collecting the moisture as you dragged your swollen clit against the thick and heavy cock.

“that’s it, love… that’s it.”

you register the sounds of shifting fabric, hearing the squelching sounds of sylus stroking his cock the moment you slid the dildo into your wet heat. now consumed by the sounds of his deep grunts and whispered praises, you began moving the toy cock swiftly in and out of your heat.

your naked body arches against the silk covers of the bed, now bouncing up and down your favorite toy as you came directly onto it-

letting out a gasp the moment you felt something shift in the air as sylus uses his evol to pin your ankles to the bed, spreading you further as he continues to pump the dildo in and out of your heat while sucking on your swollen bundle of nerves-

knowing you could no longer escape such passions as you submit yourself entirely to your lover’s will.

zayne was supposed to be gone for at least 3 weeks for a conference, hence why you believed that you were utterly free to assuage your physical needs for him while he was absent.

the shower was running, steaming up the space as the sounds of running water muffles the moment your front door was unlocked as a tired doctor walks into his shared space with his luggage’s in tow. he calls out your name-

only to freeze when he hears a sound that makes his heart stop.

your moans echo throughout the bathroom, causing zayne’s blood to run cold as he rushes up the stairs.

had she betrayed me during my absence? no, it can’t be!

he shoves himself past your shared bedroom and into the connecting bathroom-

only to feel his voice become lost as he witnesses your form through the frosty glass bouncing on a cock that was fastened to the wet shower floor.

not even caring about his suit, zayne loosens his tight while sliding the glass shower door open-

only to see your embarrassingly aroused face looking up at him with pleading eyes as you continued to fuck yourself against the toy cock. “zayne…? y-you’re home early-“

“please, don’t let me stop you.” his voice was rough, losing its prior composure immediately when he unzips his dress pants, pulling out his cock while stroking it to the same rhythm of your unsteady thrusts. just seeing him in such a hedonistic state was enough to make you cry out to him as your movements became more unrefined, fighting with an urgency to reach your peak when he speaks once more-

“go on, give me a show i won’t ever forget, honey, and i’ll reward you with something real soon enough.”

xavier’s eyes darken the moment he comes home to see you bouncing yourself against the sofa with a toy cock nestled deeply within your heat.

he found you settled on the armrest of the sofa, using it as a means to balance yourself as you thrust your heat up and down the thick dildo.

the philos prince turned hunter clears his throat, making your head snap towards him as you began to whimper.

“xavier… baby… y-you’re home?”

he bites down on his bottom lip, “yeah, i’m home. and it looks like you’ve been having fun without me, starlight.”

xavier sees the way your back arches, your inner thighs locking into place as you came directly onto the phallic toy in response to the hunger heard within his voice-

causing xavier to move quickly.

placing both hands on your waist, he pulls you away from your toy, hissing deeply upon seeing the strands of your cum connected to it as a strange wave of possessiveness washes over him.

“it’s my turn now, starlight. and you better be prepared for me as i show you how much better i am at satisfying you than a mere toy.”

the lemurian was at a loss for words when he sees your lovely and pliant body bouncing on top of what had to be a sex doll.

he had lied about his late return from the gallery, just to surprise you with your favorite takeout. yet seeing you moving so passionately against that doll makes his loins burn with a sudden need for you.

“what’s this, princess?”

you immediately cease your movement, head whipping back to see rafayel standing there, the food ruined from how quickly he had dropped it.

he strips away his suit, not daring to look away from you when nothing was left on him. “don’t stop… i want you to practice those exact movements on me the moment you finish.”

the artist smirks, turning his armchair so that he could face his bed, languidly stroking his cock while copying your rhythm. “ngh… yeah… that’s a good girl… you’re so fucking gorgeous… keep going- don’t ever stop.”

those words of praise were enough to allow you to toss aside all of your inhibitions, moving with an intent now as you descended down on the stiff doll. you were moving with a renewed fervor now, devouring every inch of its cock while imagining it was rafayel that was filling you to the brim.

caleb was as stiff as a board when he sees you riding on a strap on that was crudely fastened to his pillow the moment he came back home from work.

he knew he was a little late, and he had expressed his disappointment to you a few hours ago-

yet what he was not expecting was to see you rutting against his pillow with a dildo strapped on to the cushion.

“well well, babe… is this why my pillow smells suspiciously like you each time i’m away?”

the sound of his rich voice filled with lust and amusement makes your hips still, eyes going wide as he could see the blood rushing to your cheeks and hear the slight hitch in your voice.

“c-caleb… y-you’re- ngh…! y-you’re back?”

your colonel lets out a low whistle, leaning back against the doorframe of your shared room before unzipping his pants, simply revealing his cock as he began rapidly stroking it. “ngh… fuck… don’t stop, baby… keep going… let your colonel watch every fucking move you make.”

that was enough to unravel you, your back arching as you fucked yourself into the dildo, greedily inhaling the scent of caleb that still lingered on his pillow as you chased your high-

earning a low growl from caleb as he felt his balls tighten at the sight, already knowing that he was going to sink into you the moment you reached your high as he reminded your pussy that nothing could ever replace the real deal.

end notes: *taps mic* being stressed and horn knee is one hell of a combination. enjoy this unedited mess.

you twisted your head, wet hair plastered to your pearly skin, and met the gaze of the man who’d spoken. he stood apart from the others — tall, with violet hair and two colourful eyes that glittered like underwater jewels.

captain rafayel.

his lips curved into a cruel, handsome smile, satisfied by your struggling body.

“quite the catch.” he purred, stepping closer. “a siren. i’ve heard tales, but never thought i–”

you didn’t wait for his monologue.

you opened your mouth and sang.

the haunting tune erupted from your throat, latching onto the pirates around you like a whip. the men on top of you faltered immediately, their grip loosening as their eyes went glassy. one by one they rose, stumbling towards the edge like sleepwalkers, their souls wishing to be one with the sea.

but not him. rafayel’s jaw clenched, his fists tightened.

you saw the battle in his eyes, how he was fighting the pull of your song. and he was strong, somehow preserving a part of his consciousness, staggering towards you to stop your melodious massacre.

“stop... this...” he gritted out between clenched teeth, body toppling over you, shaky hand reaching for your throat.

to block your airpipe. to silence you for good.

your song changed.

the melody shifted, became something more intimate. you poured every ounce of your being into it, weaving a spell of desire so potent it would drown any man’s reason.

rafayel’s calloused fingers found your throat, but instead of squeezing, they caressed.

“sing... ngh– not.” he breathed, his pupils dilating, his determination faltering.

soon, you watched the last of his resistance crumble, his dual-colored eyes eaten alive by his lustful pupils. his captain prowess seeped away, replaced by loud, carnal desire — his hand abandoned your throat and traveled lower, his palm finding your netted breast to squeeze.

“ah, my treasure.”

the crew had already thrown themselves overboard. you heard their bodies hit the water, heard them call out for you even as the waves swallowed them. you should have stopped singing, but you didn’t, needing rafayel to remove the net.

so your voice increased, wrapping around him like chains, and you saw his brain melting away to nothing but pure, shameless need.

“take the net off.” you commanded between notes, your voice a sultry murmur. “fearsome captain, claim your catch…”

he groaned at your words, his hand pulling at the ropes around your breast, his fingers feeling around your stiffening nipples.

“yes... yes, gods, yes...”

“take more.” you sang, and he obeyed like a puppet, removing the net across your upper body.

but instead of continuing down your frame, instead of discarding the caging ropes completely, he ignored the rest in favor of satiating his hunger. both hands were on your chest again, squeezing and groping, pinching and twisting your sensitive skin.

your song wavered, interrupted by his ministration, moans threatening to spill from your lips; but you went on, adamant in setting yourself free.

“my treasure, mine, mine, mine…”

rafayel was completely overtaken by lust, brain clouded with only one mission — to satisfy his bodily desires with the woman in front of him. yet you didn’t expect him to lean forward and part his lips, wishing to engulf your mouth into a hot and passionate kiss.

“wait, no–” you protested as his mouth crashed on you, silencing your seductive song and efficiently cutting down the spell’s effects.

but you acted fast, moving your free arms and shoving them in his lilac locks, redirecting his hungry lips somewhere else.

and, as your seductive voice boomed again, his mouth latching onto your bare breasts, sucking and biting and owning you just like he wanted. unconsciously, his hips rutted against your roped tail, tenting pants scraping against your sensitive scales.

“please... please, i need...” he panted against your skin, head lolling to one side as he squeezed your chest.

“that’s right.” you cooed, fingers threading through his hair.

the song never stopped, even as your voice grew heavy with arousal.

“bare me, captain. take me in your arms.”

“i need... you... yes, take you… with me.” he choked out, reason and desire battling in his mind. but the rational side was weaker, bending to your commands.

the dumbification took hold completely — he was a powerless man now, a vessel for lust.

you chuckled, low and throaty, slightly amused at how easily it was to conquer the captain of the pirate ship.

“please, captain. i cannot wait any longer.” you added, irking him more.

that did it for him.

he was looking down at your trapped tail, at the gleamy iridescent scales, but he saw a perverted reality: you somehow had legs, soft and bare, blocked by a suspicious net. those tightly linked ropes needed to be removed so he could obtain what he wanted.

so he could fulfill both of your wishes.

“off, off, off, off.” he repeated like a broken man as he ripped the net away from your body with his bare hands, roughing up his skin even further from the friction. but he didn't seem to perceive the pain, focused on attaining full claim over you.

“good, very good.” you praised throughout your song, pleased with the rapid pace with which he freed you.

and when he was ready to dip down and dive into you again, lips already chasing yours, you linked your arms around his neck, forcing his ear to be leveled with your mouth. and for your final command, almost whispered like a secret, you begged the captain to take you to his room, to consummate in the privacy of his chambers.

“of course, my treasure.” he mused back, still hypnotized, detaching himself from your body for a moment only to slide his arms around your torso and tail.

he was stronger than he looked, managing to pick you up from the deck and walk towards the body of the lulling vessel.

what he didn't — or couldn’t — account for was the proximity to the edge of the ship… or how you would press your lips against his one last time before jumping away into the waters.

leaving him confused, aroused, and… stranded.

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Xavier's tongue was tracing the edge of his knuckle where your first release had coated him. His eyes had gone almost entirely black, pupils blown so wide there was barely any color left, every bit of that darkness was fixed between your thighs.

Behind you, Zayne exhaled, low and unsteady, the sound catching in his throat before it reached your skin. He hadn't moved back. He had moved closer, pressing his hard cock between your ass, the friction made it clear his medical textbooks hadn't prepared him for how much he actually wanted to ruin you right now.

"That requires an entirely different approach," Zayne's voice was thicker and rougher than it had been. His hands tightened on your waist before he said anything else. Then he bent his head, lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear.

"Are you alright with this? Do you want to show them?"

Your head had already begun to fall back against his shoulder and the whimper that came out of you wasn't something you'd planned.

"Yeah"

His patience didn't leave exactly, but it changed shape, it became something slower. His hand moved from your waist, sliding up until his palm curved around your breast again, broad, warm and unhurried. His thumb found your nipple without searching for it and he began to roll it between his fingers with a steady pressure that sat right on the edge of too much and didn't waver.

"The G-spot," he said, his voice settling back into something that almost resembled composure, "isn't about surface stimulation. It isn't about rhythm either." He pinched your nipple lightly, and your breath caught. He continued as though he hadn't noticed, or perhaps because he had. "Squirting isn't something you can rush. We've spent nearly twenty minutes on foreplay and that's perfect because the entire pelvic region needs time to fill with blood, to become fully engorged. Without that, it won't work."

His thumb moved in a slow circle around your nipple, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use it.

"The targets are the paraurethral glands. Small, about the size of a pea, sitting on either side of the urethra, close to her G-spot. Most people don't know they exist. Most people don't know what they're capable of." A pause. "You're about to learn."

Xavier's voice came quiet and low. "I want to try."

Whatever remained of the quiet, compliant boy from freshman orientation—the one who'd handed you a campus map and apologized for bumping into you—was gone. Completely. He moved forward until he was wedged between your legs, his thighs pressing firmly against your calves.

A cold spike of something, fear, want, the particular overwhelm of both arriving at once, shot straight down your spine. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, a reflexive flinch against the intensity of his gaze, the nearness of him and the reality of what was about to happen. Your knees had barely begun to move before something stopped them.

Caleb moved to the edge of the mattress and closed his hand over your right knee. Not gently. He pressed it down and out over Zayne's thigh, his grip immovable, the kind that didn't invite negotiation. You weren't going to close yourself off. He'd made that clear without saying a word.

Rafayel took your left. His fingers found the inside of your knee and held on with trembling pressure.

You looked down at them through the blur of whiskey and heat.

Caleb's jaw was locked, a muscle jumping in his cheek like he was chewing through something. The flush on his neck had darkened to something almost bruised, creeping up toward his jaw, his breath coming in audible hitches he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. Rafayel had his bottom lip caught between his teeth hard enough to drain the color from it, his eyes tracking every shiver that moved through your body like he was trying to memorize them.

And then lower.

A small, damp circle had bled through the gray of Rafayel's sweatpants. The front of Sylus's pants were pulled tight, a matching wet spot darkening the fabric, spreading slightly every time he exhaled.

"Keep her steady." Zayne's hips kept moving, that same slow roll against you, while his fingers worked both of your nipples at once, rolling and pinching until heat shot straight down through your stomach and didn't stop.

"Xavier." His tone shifted into something clinical "Two fingers, palm facing up toward her navel. Her arousal is sufficient as a baseline, but you need to use the lubricant on my nightstand. I don't want friction, I don't want any tissue irritation." A pause, weighted. "Once you're inside, feel along the anterior wall. There will be a ridge, different from the surrounding tissue. Think of the roof of your mouth."

Xavier reached for the lubricant and coated his fingers slowly, his hands were shaking. Then he brought them to your entrance, just the tips at first, barely making contact, and paused there for a breath that felt longer than it was.

He pushed in slowly.

Inch by inch, the stretch of it opening you around him, his fingers pressing through the heat and slick of you with patience. His eyes had gone wide by the time his fingertips swept up and found it, the ridge Zayne had described, unmistakable, exactly where he'd said it would be.

A cry tore out of you before you could stop it, fractured and too loud. It rang off the walls and you knew without question it had carried straight down the hallway outside.

Sylus shadow fell over you before he leaned down, face unreadable, there was a particular stillness of someone exerting tremendous control. His thumb caught your chin and pressed your jaw down, and then his fingers were in your mouth, muffling whatever came next. You closed your lips around them without thinking. Your tongue found his knuckles and you pulled him in, sucking hard, needing the solid reality of him to hold onto, something grounding while everything else was coming apart.

"Keep it down, sweetie." he said. Low. Almost gentle.

"Like this?" Xavier's voice came from below, strained thin.

He had begun to move, curling his fingers up, knuckles dragging against your entrance with every stroke while his fingertips pressed into the ridged wall above. He went deeper with each repetition. Not faster. Deeper, the hook of his fingers catching on the sensitive texture inside you and holding there just long enough before pulling back and doing it again.

"Slower."

Zayne's breath was scorching against your neck, his fingers never stopping, working your nipples with a precision that had stolen most of your ability to think. Behind you his hips pushed forward, heavier than before, a frustrated grind that he didn't bother to disguise.

"You're skimming the surface," he said. "Press into it. Maintain the motion and add external pressure to the clitoris, combine both. Increase as the tissue expands." His voice dropped slightly. "Can you feel how she's changing around you? How she's pulling you in?"

Xavier made a sound low in his throat, almost involuntary, his head dipping forward. His thumb came down against your pelvic bone and he adjusted his angle, pushing deeper until his knuckles were completely slick. His strokes slowed and firmed, each one pressing up into you with a patience that was clearly costing him something.

"It's getting tighter," he said, voice fraying at the edges. "It's... it's pushing back. She's so hot inside."

"She's engorging, the fluid is building in the glands. You cannot break the rhythm, not now, not for anything. If you ease up even slightly, the accumulation dissipates and you lose everything you've built."

He said it like a warning. Like he was saying it to himself as much as Xavier.

It was nothing like before.

Not the sharp, electric jolt of Zayne's thumb. this was something else entirely. Deeper. Heavier. A fullness that built with every stroke and didn't recede, coiling low in your abdomen like pressure with nowhere to go. Every time Xavier's fingers found that spot and pressed, a wave rolled through you, enormous and terrifying, making you want to beg for something you didn't have words for. You bit down on Sylus's knuckles without meaning to, eyes losing focus, your whole body tightening around a point you couldn't reach.

On either side of you, Caleb and Rafayel hadn't moved. Couldn't. Their knuckles had gone white where they held your legs open, and their eyes were fixed on Xavier's hand, on the way his fingers disappeared into you and came back slick, on the wetness that had gone past the point of containment. It was pooling at your entrance, spilling over and running down Xavier's wrist.

It was Rafayel who broke first.

"Zayne." His voice came out cracked, barely holding together. He swallowed hard, his gaze still locked on the fluid stringing between your skin and Xavier's hand, his body giving him away beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. "She's...fuck...it's leaking. Is she close?"

"She's almost there."

Zayne's voice had lost everything clinical about it now. Whatever composure he'd been maintaining had come apart completely, leaving only this—his fingers digging into your nipples, pinching hard, driving the sensation past the point of bearable while his hips pressed into you with desperation.

"Xavier. Fast circles on her clit, other hand, now." A beat. "Force it."

Xavier looked up at your face instead.

Your eyes had gone hazy, barely tracking, tears gathering at the corners from nothing but sheer overwhelm. Your lips were still wrapped around Sylus's fingers, your chest heaving in ragged pulls, small broken sounds escaping around his knuckles every time Xavier moved inside you. You were completely undone. Anyone could see it.

Xavier saw it too.

He didn't raise his hand to your clit. Something shifted behind his eyes, a flash of something reckless and deliberate, the look of someone who had been quietly calculating this exact moment and had finally decided to take it.

"You said anything I can do with my hands," he murmured, his voice dropping to something barely above a whisper, "I can enhance with my mouth, right?."

His blonde hair fell across his forehead as he leaned down.

"Xavier—" Zayne's voice came sharp with warning.

Too late.

Xavier buried his face between your thighs.

The heat of his mouth hit you without warning.

Xavier's tongue sealed over your clit and the sound that came out of you was strangled, swallowed by Sylus's fingers, barely contained. He didn't tease. He remembered every word Zayne had said, flattened his tongue broad and wet against you, using the full weight of it to meet the pressure building from inside, while his fingers hooked harder and began to move in a rhythm that was merciless and gave you absolutely nothing to brace against.

"Breathe." Zayne's lips found your temple and pressed them there, warm and close. "What you're feeling, the fullness, the urgency, it will feel exactly like a need to release. That's correct. That's exactly right." His breath shook against your skin. "Don't fight it. Bear down. Let your pelvic floor go completely. Let it happen."

You stopped fighting.

You exhaled and let go. Your pelvic floor released and you bore down against the hook of Xavier's fingers, against the wet relentless press of his tongue, and for one suspended second everything went very still.

Then your body locked.

Every muscle seized at once, thighs convulsing against Caleb and Rafayel's grip. They leaned their full weight into your knees and held. Caleb let out a breathless "fuuuuck look at her". You bit down on Sylus's fingers hard enough to feel his knuckles against your teeth, vision narrowing to nothing.

It came in a rush, clear and forceful, spilling over Xavier's chin, across his cheeks, soaking into the fabric beneath you. His fingers stayed where they were, buried deep, riding out every contraction as your body clenched around him in waves that didn't stop, that pulled at him and wouldn't let go.

He didn't pull back. His tongue kept moving through it, his jaw working, his nose pressed to your skin while you sobbed through the aftershocks, open, head falling back against Zayne's shoulder again, with the full dead weight of someone who had nothing left to hold onto.

The room went quiet before you heard the slow, wet sound of Xavier withdrawing his fingers. Sylus drew his hand from your mouth just as slowly, his thumb dragging across your lower lip, catching a smear of saliva and wiping it away. He didn't look away from your face. The darkness in his eyes hadn't lifted. It had settled into something that made it very clear this wasn't over.

Xavier raised his head.

His face was flushed deep, his lips wet, a streak of fluid catching the lamplight as it ran down the line of his jaw and dripped onto his collarbone. He looked up at Zayne.

He looked like someone who had just discovered something he couldn't un know.

"Like that?" Xavier asked. The smugness in his voice was not even slightly hidden.

Zayne didn't answer right away.

He was staring down at the space between your thighs, at the soaked mattress, at the evidence of everything his careful, clinical framework had produced. His chest rose and fell hard against your back, his breath coming uneven against your neck, and you felt it before you fully understood what it was, a spreading warmth behind you, seeping through the fabric of his trousers, pressing into you. Unmistakable.

"Yes," Zayne said finally. His voice was stripped of every careful layer he'd spent the entire evening constructing "Exactly like that."

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Chapter 3:Rafayel

Chapter 4: Xavier

Chapter 5: Caleb

Chapter 6: Sylus

Your chest heaves against his thigh. The ache between your legs blooms hotter, almost painful. You shift, trying to rub yourself against his leg, but his free hand clamps down on your hip and pins you still. The denial draws a low whine from your throat. He answers by pressing his palm flat over the redness patch again, letting fresh ice bloom across your skin until the sting dulls and your eyes flutter shut.

“If you repeat this behavior—and we both know you will—I’ll be even rougher, and you’ll take every spank like a good girl without complaint.”

Your ears burn darker, fear and excitement surging through you. The image alone makes your cunt clench hard around nothing, a painful reminder you’re still pretty much empty. Another rush of wetness floods the already ruined panties, and you know they’re pretty much ruined by now.

You open your mouth to protest the unfairness of it, the way he can sit there so composed while you leak and tremble over his lap.

“But—”

“You won’t be allowed to cum unless I permit it. Both you and her need to learn some patience and self-restraint, wouldn’t you agree?”

His voice stays low, almost gentle, while his fingers finally slide beneath the sticky hem of your panties. Two cold fingertips part your folds and glide straight through the mess you made. The sudden direct contact arches your back, your thighs shake harder. He circles your clit once, as if reminding you this is still punishment, then pulls back again, leaving you grinding uselessly into empty air as the denial settles deep in your belly.

His hand returns to massaging the flushed cheek, spreading the chill wider. You bite your lip until it stings, chest tight and cunt pulsing with every heartbeat while he waits for your answer.

You keep moaning instead, eyes fluttering because even his soothing strokes feel way too exciting now. You only manage a weak nod. He stills his hand. “Words matter more than nods right now. Speak up.”

Your throat tightens. The words tumble out shaky and small. “I-I agree. H-hah, please, Zaynie… m’wanna cum–”

Two cold fingers press against your hole through the soaked fabric, rubbing the entrance in tight, intentional circles without pushing inside. The pressure makes your walls flutter. Fresh wetness floods out of you, darkening the cotton further until it molds completely to your clit and folds.

“Bratty behavior ends today. Every time you feel the urge to record yourself spreading these pretty thighs for the camera you will remember how easily I can keep you right here.”

His palm lifts and comes down sharply against your cunt, three measured slaps over the drenched panties. Each impact sends stinging heat through your swollen clit and makes your pussy lips bloom hotter. The mix of pain and sudden pleasure rips lewd moans from your chest. Your back arches until it hurts, thighs shaking uncontrollably while more slick leaks out with every strike, turning the fabric translucent.

“I-I won’t send them anymore—ngh, f-fuck…”

“Language, darling.”

His hand cracks down twice across your ass, harder than before. The sharpness makes you hiss through your teeth even as your cunt throbs harder from the sting. Pleasure and pain twist together until your head spins. You feel lightheaded. You reach up and grip the pillow above your head, knuckles pale, hips rocking despite yourself.

Zayne doesn’t seem interested in your current state of distress. He smooths one last cool caress over the fresh marks. “Now, listen to me carefully. You’ll get off my lap and undress for me. Everything but the panties, understood?”

You nod so fast your neck protests, then scramble off his thighs on legs that refuse to steady. Sweat beads along your spine and between your breasts. The oversized shirt—his shirt you stole from him this morning after he go changed for work—clings to your damp skin as you yank it over your head. Nothing underneath except those ruined panties. You rub your thighs together while you strip, trying to ease the constant throb in your clit, but it only spreads the wetness further down your shaky legs.

Zayne leans back, manspreading wide where he is seated. His palm rubs slow and firm over the thick bulge straining his slacks, making your mouth water. You need his cock either inside you or inside your mouth, yet Zayne seems keen on teasing you further, denying a touch. The glasses sit perfectly on his nose. Hazel eyes watch you through fogged lenses, dark and pinning you in place where you stand bared naked and trembling in front of him.

The corner of his mouth curves in that small, knowing smirk that always makes you want to jump him. He seems pleased at how fast you listened to him, so cocky as he keeps rubbing at his clothed cock, seeming to be in no rush to move things along.

“Very good, love. Now get on the edge of the bed, ass up for me. Pull your thighs together and make yourself comfortable.”

You crawl onto the mattress and obey, knees sinking into the sheets. You arch your back and press your thighs tight together, presenting your soaked panties and reddened ass to him once more, in a much more compromising position now. You bite your lip in anticipation, hearing the erotic sound of his belt unbuckling, then the rasp of his zipper.

“What will happen now is—”

His body heat covers your back. Strong hands grip your hips, bending you further down, forcing your spine into a deeper curve while he keeps your thighs clamped firmly together. The mushroomy head of his cock slides between them, pressing the soaked crotch of your panties hard against your cunt and smudging them with his own slick.

He rocks forward, fucking the tight channel of your pressed thighs in smooth, controlled thrusts. Your ass moves of its own accord, backing up into the friction. The length of his cock drags over your clit with every slide, the fabric barrier only heightening the friction.

“—you’ll keep those legs closed to me while I fuck them, and your mouth too. No begging, no bratty remarks, no trying to sugarcoat me into fucking you.”

He sets a steady rhythm, hips snapping with controlled power, and you barely register the words. Each thrust rubs his cock along your pussy lips and clit through the panties, spreading your leaking wetness until the fabric glides slickly against you. The head catches on your swollen clit repeatedly, which is both a blessing and a curse. Your walls clench and flutter, desperate for more, but he denies it with every measured glide between your thighs. His breathing stays even behind you, the only sign of strain the slight rasp of his voice.

His palm settles on the back of your neck and pushes your face firmly into the mattress. “Did I make myself clear, darling?”

Your voice comes out muffled against the sheets, hips trembling with the need to push back. “Y-Yes…”

This is gonna be a long night...

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Xavier Ი𐑼₊⊹

Xavier had just finished up with a mission, eager to head back to his sweet girl and sleep the exhaustion away. He walked into your apartment, the door clicking shut softly behind him as his eyes immediately landed on your figure. You were curled up on the sofa, looking like you had fallen asleep right in the middle of a show. The TV was still on, its changing lights illuminating the soft contours of your face and body. 

He stepped closer, intending to wake you up gently, when he realized what you were wearing. Clad in nothing but his white hoodie, there you were adorably snuggled up, the fabric big enough on your frame to act as a makeshift blanket. His heart melted at the sight, but a sudden, hot wave of possession curled low in his stomach right alongside it. 

He hadn't realized until this exact moment just how much he loved seeing you in his clothes. 

Crouching down to your level, he slowly slid his arms under you and lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. The sudden shift in position caused the hoodie to ride up your thigh just a little, exposing the lace of your underwear. Xavier’s eyes visibly dilated at the sight. 

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing tightly as he tried his absolute best to ignore the throb in his pants. Forcing himself to focus, he carried you down the short hallway into the bedroom so you could continue your rest comfortably. You shifted slightly in his hold as he carefully lowered you onto the mattress, but you didn't wake up. Xavier climbed in right next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him until your back was pressed perfectly against his chest. 

But the thick ache in his trousers wasn't getting any easier to ignore, and the temptation right in front of him was too much. Giving in, he let his hand roam. The hem of the hoodie was completely bunched up at your waist now, leaving your lower half bare. His palm slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the warm curve of your waist before moving upward until it rested over your breasts, which were rising and falling in perfect time with your breathing. He let himself gently caress you, his fingers squeezing the soft mounds and playfully flicking your nipples, remaining careful and quiet so he wouldn't disrupt your sleep. 

Eventually, though, his hand traveled lower, his fingertips ghosting over the flimsy lace right where your sweet cunt was hidden. He shouldn't.

You were sleeping so blissfully, completely unaware of the fact that you looked oh so fuckable in in his clothes. But as his fingers grazed over the fabric, they brushed against a wet spot.

Fuuuck He was going to anyway.

He pulled the flimsy cloth to the side, exposing your bare, flush folds to the cool air as he lightly rubbed you. Using two fingers to spread you open, he felt a fresh wave of your syrup leak over his knuckles. You wouldn't mind, would you? 

He dipped his digits entirely inside you, the sudden, slick stretch causing you to let out a soft, subconscious whimper in your sleep.

“You take me so well even in your sleep, my star,” he whispered as he curled his fingers just right, intentionally hooking against that sensitive upper wall, earning a tight, involuntary squeeze from your walls. 

“Aw, looks like she's answering for you instead.” He fingered you languidly for a while, content with the quiet, sleepy moans slipping past your lips and how incredibly receptive your pussy was for him even in your dreams. 

Eventually, the friction and the sound of your slick walls coating his fingers had him hard enough to be painful. Juust the tip, he told himself, as he lined up to your entrance and prodded his way inside. But your poor hole, despite all the lubrication, had a hard time accommodating to all his girth. The way your body clenched hard around him– almost pushing his cock right back out– made Xavier throw every last shred of his rationality right out the window. 

So the man gripped your hip tightly and slammed his hips forward, shoving his entire length all the way in.

And this was where you finally woke up. “HAH– Xavier??!”

“I'm sorry– ngh– I just couldn't help myself,” he gasped out, his eyes dark and totally blown out as he immediately started an unforgiving pace, holding you in place by your hips as he fucked you deep.

“Wait– t-too big!” you cried out, your hands blindly reaching back to find purchase on his arms.

But he was far, far gone. He leaned over you, biting and sucking hungrily on your shoulder, leaving dark marks and bruises where his hands were pinning you to the mattress.

“You can't complain now, starlight,” he groaned against your skin, his thrusts hitting your sweet spot with a relentless  rhythm. “It's almost like you did this on purpose. Wearing that... your pretty little pussy was practically begging to be filled.”

Zayne ❄︎⛄︎

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel, water droplets still trickling down your hair and shoulders. You made your way into the closet, intending to get dressed, when something caught your eye. There it was, Zayne’s favorite black shirt, neatly folded in one of the laundry baskets. Something about it was.. tempting. Zayne wore it practically all the time; you even suspected he owned multiple identical pairs. You wondered why he was so attached to it, so you figured you’d steal it for the day. 

The moment you slipped it on, all your questions were answered. The fabric was incredibly comfortable.  When zayne wore it, it looked like an exact fit, perhaps even tight around his broad shoulders. On you, however, unbuttoning just the top two buttons caused the collar to droop completely past your frame, revealing an expanse of skin and one bare shoulder, while the hem practically reached down to your knees. 

Content with how it smelled like him, you padded over to the kitchen to fix a snack for the two of you. You assumed he was still working in his study and planned to pull him away for a break, showing off your new outfit while you were at it. But it seemed he beat you to the punch. 

Zayne had just wandered into the living room, seeking a much-needed break from his desk. It just so happened that when he walked into the kitchen, he found you in a rather… interesting state.

You were tiptoeing to reach something on the top shelf, causing the hem of his shirt to ride up and expose the curve of your ass. A faint blush dusted the tips of Zayne's ears at the sight. Seeing you drowning in his shirt made him feel things he was unprepared for. Like he wanted to protect you from the world, yet devour you all the same. The rush of it all went straight down, a very obvious bulge now straining his pants. 

He closed the distance silently. He planted one hand firmly on your hip while his other hand came down to give your rear a firm, sudden squeeze. You squeaked at the contact.

“I see a little thief is on the loose” 

You were propped up securely on Zayne’s lap, your legs straddling his hips as you gripped his shoulders to keep your balance. The black shirt, now unbuttoned almost entirely down to your navel, bunched around your elbows, leaving your chest completely bare and your nipples peaking against the cool air of the room. 

His large hands anchored your hips, effortlessly lifting your weight up before pulling you right back down onto his fat cock. 

“zaynie..,” you whimpered, your walls clamping tight around the massive stretch of him, while the man in front of you looked utterly concentrated, his gaze fixed on the way you took him in. 

It seemed to just now click in his head that you were, in fact, much smaller than he is. Suddenly, all those initial times of intimacy, where you struggled and sobbed over his dick, made much more sense. Back then, he had just chalked it up to your inexperience, and also obviously that he wasn’t exactly a petite man. Yet for some odd reason, he hadn't realized the true extent of it. Until now, that is. 

He drew your hips up again, just to snap them right back down. “Such a good girl for me, working so hard to take my dick.”

He leaned over to grip your face, his other hand curling at the base of your skull. “You deserve a reward, don't you?” Your eyes had completely glazed over, and you nodded your head frantically. “Stick your tongue out, darling,” he prompted, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. You obeyed without missing a beat.

And he spat right in your mouth. “Swallow.”

The contact made you tip over the edge instantly, his taste making your pussy spasm uncontrollably, yet you tried to focus and do as he said. You swallowed dutifully with an audible gulp, showing him the evidence by sticking your tongue out once more.

Zayne smiled, thoroughly satisfied by your obedience, and he caught you in a wet kiss, sucking on your exposed tongue, his own soon joining in.

He loved the way you molded to him and his cock.

Rafayel ｡˚○ ⚓︎

It was three days to Ebb Day, and this came with the severe consequence of you being utterly tied to your lover, rafayel. 

He had wanted to hide away at first, just like he did every single year, terrified that he would be too rough, too intense, and simply too much for you to handle. But after a whole shitload of convincing and a few heated preliminary rounds in the initial days leading up to it, Rafayel had finally agreed to let you stay with him through this. 

You had just finished yet another grueling session with him in the shower. Knowing he wanted to enjoy the coolness of the water for a while longer, you stepped out early, craving some much-needed rest and a brief moment of alone time before your needy boyfriend came back begging to fill you up yet again. 

After getting dressed, a violent shiver ran through your body. The flimsy material of your t-shirt and shorts did absolutely nothing to spare you from the freezing temperatures Rafayel had set his home to, a desperate counter-measure for how much he was constantly burning up. In hindsight, you really should have brought warmer clothes. 

Not thinking twice, you reached over and stole Rafayel's cardigan, which was draped haphazardly over a nearby chair. The material was thick enough and big enough on your frame for you to completely wrap yourself up in it, a little consolation against the biting chill. Wrapped tightly in his scent, you relaxed onto his sofa, playing some random TV show as you zoned out. 

After an hour or so, Rafayel finally walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a low-hanging towel draped around his lean waist, immediately seeking out your whereabouts. When he did eventually find you, lazing over in the living room, all his instincts flared up into overdrive the second he saw what you were wearing. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.

He closed the distance instantly. Noticing his sudden presence, you looked up and chirped, “oh hey! How was your showe—” He didn't even let you finish your sentence. Rafayel pinned you flat against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered on top of you.

“I must say, very brave of you to wear that in my current condition, Miss bodyguard.”

Rafayel was rutting into you at an intense pace, already at it for hours since he stepped out of the shower, his stamina seeming to be completely bottomless. He had you pinned helplessly beneath him in an obscene mating press, your lower half spread out completely as he relentlessly used your already spent, aching hole. 

“You humans... so fragile, so small,” he hissed out almost wondrously, his voice a breathless purr as he watched the friction of his movements. “Yet you can still keep up with me, cutie.” 

You weren't even sure what he was talking about, because in your own head, you could barely keep up at all. All you could do was lay limp and twitching while his hands moved you into whatever positions he wanted you to be in. 

But this time, rafayel had other plans with you, mind filling with all sorts of filthy thoughts, especially those involving how your little body would bulge out with all the eggs he was going to put inside you. 

Without a single word of warning, he pinned your thighs deeper into your own chest, forcing your knees up on either side of your face before he suddenly stilled. Pulled out of your dazed state by the abrupt pause, you looked up at him confusedly, opening your mouth to speak before the words dissolved into a half scream, half moan.

“AHH– raf why is it– ack!” you were unable to move under his tight hold, “why is it growing??!!!”

“Shh– it's okay, cutie. c’mon... I know you can take it,” he cooed softly. He reached up, stroking your flushed cheek with a gentleness that felt entirely contrasting to how harshly his thick dick was stretching you out, practically breaking you.

Right as you thought you couldn't take any more, he stretched out fully, his tip slipping into place against your sensitive cervix as a singular egg intruded its way deep inside you. The round, distinct outline became instantly visible through your skin, your lower belly visibly bulging outward to accommodate everything being stuffed into your womb. 

“Raf- hah-” your nails dug harshly into his shoulders, not realising you were drawing blood. Yet the dazed lemurian was too lost in his own greed, warm hand sliding down to caress over where the egg perfectly slotted inside you.

His eyes darted back to your face, pupils blown out to the point where he looked insane.

“Can I do that again? Pretty please?”

Caleb ૮･ﻌ･ა ⌯⌲

You just reached back home after dropping a book off at your friend’s house, walking through the front door and slipping off your shoes. Passing by the living room, you saw Josephine still watching TV, exactly as you’d left her. You quickly ran up the stairs, eager to finally snuggle back into your blankets. 

But walking into your room, you were instead met with Caleb sitting on the edge of your bed. His hands were folded, a deep scowl etched onto his face— yet it flickered into something different for a fraction of a second when he looked up at you. . 

Earlier that day, he had just gotten done after hours of brutal studying, so naturally he went looking for you. But when he asked Josephine, he was met with the fact that you had gone over to a friend’s house to drop something off. Specifically, the one guy Caleb already had a faint idea was interested in you.

Caleb was seething about it too, planning all sorts of endings for the guy, and more importantly, all the ways he was gonna thoroughly discipline you before you ever thought about going to another man’s house again. 

Yet when you walked in, seeing what you were wearing, his anger seemed to melt off just a little. You were wearing your usual jean shorts and a t-shirt, but those were unimportant. What really caught his eye was the fact that you were wearing his D.A.A. jacket. 

“Oh caleb! Wat’cha doin’ here”, you asked, flashing him a confused smile. 

Caleb tilted his head, his frustrated expression melting into a slow, cocky smirk. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as he thought. Sure, you had stolen his clothes before, and Caleb absolutely loved it when you did– doting on how cute and small you looked in them, sometimes even not-so-subtly encouraging you to wear them despite all your own clothes being clean and ready in your closet. 

Oh but this time, it was something about owning you, he thought. Something about his claim on you being visible in front of everyone, especially the men who thought they actually stood a chance with you. 

He definitely wasn't mad anymore, but the painful wedge in his pants wasn't gonna let him drop what he had planned. 

Your back was pressed hard against his chest, your thighs spread completely apart to the cold air of the room, entirely naked except for his jacket slipping off your shoulders. 

Your vision was blurring, heavy tears forming from his deft fingers working at your sex. His two middle fingers were pumping relentlessly in and out of you, drawing out slick, soaking sounds and ragged whimpers from your mouth, which were muffled by his other hand tightly clamped over your lips. 

“Shh, don't be loud now, pipsqueak. Don’t want grammy to hear us, do we?” He murmured, accompanying the words by curling his middle finger against that one spongy spot, pressing and rubbing it until you drooled helplessly against his palm and curled your toes hard against the sheets. 

You could practically hear the smirk framing his face right now, mocking you as he intentionally did everything that was going against you being able to be quiet. 

Your hand, which had been weakly gripping his wrist over your face, tapped against his skin, prompting him to take it off so you could finally speak.

“aah– Caleb, I can't anymore! I want your–”

“My cock?” He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his fingers shifted inside you to hit that exact spot again. “Nah. You don't just get to run off to another man's house and come back expecting a reward. You’ll get it when I say you’ll get it.” 

You squirmed desperately against his tight grip. “It's not– it's not like that.” You could barely keep your thoughts straight; Caleb sounded entirely too casual for a man who was currently knuckles deep inside you. 

“Plus, I doubt you can handle more. Look at you, struggling already.” He used his free hand to tilt your head down, forcing you to look at the filthy scene of your own hole stretching around just two of his thick fingers, your slick release dripping down onto the mattress. 

You clamped down hard on his hand at the sight, yet you were completely insatiable, eager to feel him inside you instead.

“But noo– ” Caleb immediately pulled his fingers out of your cunt, a loud, wet squelch following the action before he stuffed them straight into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste yourself.

“Tch. You talk too much,” he purred, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you instinctively sucked on his wet digits. “Shut up and behave, and I might consider indulging you.”