Come fly with me

Sevens you really did have them wrapped around your finger, didn’t you? One’s cheeks flush as his tail thumped against the bed, the other a stuttery mess.

It had all started innocently, truly. 

Class felt like it dragged on forever that day, your eyes nearly shutting as you struggled to stay awake as Trein droned on and on about history for this place that you weren’t even technically supposed to be a part of. Sure, at first it was intriguing. But now? It just felt like school back on earth all over again. The only saving grace you had was the two boys who had gotten rather close with you. 

First Jack grew close, he admired how hard you persevered despite facing challenge after challenge and how much you refused to let anything stop you. It took him a while to allow the feelings to exist, he wasn’t one to ever show much affection and crushes were pretty much a foreign concept to him. Seeing as wolves mate for life, he was quite nervous that you may reject him and so he pushed those feelings down, content with simply being friends.

Sebek was different. He was completely unwilling to admit it. Him? Fall in love with a human? Absolutely not. It went against everything he stood for! And besides, even if he did want to live with you and grow old with you, he couldn’t. He had a duty to stay by Malleus’s side. And yet he couldn’t help the way his chest felt lighter when you were around or how your laughter brightened the room. 

You, of course, caught on to both of them rather quick. Safe to say they weren’t as mysterious as they attempted to be. 

Neither of them expected anything when you invited them to ramshackle that night, you had handed off Grim to Ace and Deuce so you had the dorm to yourself. You sat on your bed with both of them to either side of you, an idea popping into your head. 

See, Jack and Sebek had both made one mistake. They had texted others for advice about their crushes. Lilia sent you the screenshot between him and Sebek almost immediately while Leona just casually mentioned it in class to you.

“Hey, isn’t it funny that both of you want to fuck me?” Your comment was so blunt and spoken so casually that it left both men speechless. 

“Wh- (name)! You can’t just say that!” The tips of Sebek’s ears dusted a pink color as Jack let out a slight grumble.

“I mean, if you guys don’t want to then I guess that’s fine too. Just thought it would be real nice to treat you two” you made a show of standing up and heading to the door, purposely swaying your hips a bit and walking just slightly slower than usual. It didn’t take long for hands to wrap around your waist and tug you back onto a lap. 

Lips found your neck and collarbone, both boys fighting between them to leave the most marks on your exposed skin as you bit your bottom lip. The competitiveness between them sent a wave of heat straight to your lower half as you felt both of them grow harder beneath you. 

The second they both came to a silent agreement, your control of the situation vanished entirely.

Sebek’s cock thrust in and out of your mouth, the length nearly making you gag and yet it felt so right to you. Meanwhile Jack was moving inside your asshole, slow yet deep thrusts that made sure you felt every inch of his cock. You ‘sat’ on all fours, eyes watering and drool trailing down your chin as the sensation drove you wild. Every time Sebek would pull back to give you air, Jack would thrust faster and harder, only to go back to his original pace when Sebek re entered your warm mouth. 

You had never felt so fulfilled in your life. 

As Jack’s knot began to swell, Sebek looked on the verge of release as well as your own orgasm began to overtake you. Your own cum trailed down onto the sheets below you as both men filled you up, Sebek’s cum tasting far more pleasant than you thought it would. 

As you lay there waiting for Jack’s knot to deflate, Sebek pressed a water bottle to your lips. 

“A… blindfold?” He asked, a bit skeptically.

You had wanted to add a bit of spice in your… bedroom activities with your boyfriend, and Sebek was definitely a bit hesitant. After all… a knight should always be aware of his surroundings.

“What about a test trial?” You proposed, earning a questioning brow from Sebek. “You put it on right here… and I’ll just touch you to see if you could get behind it.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before nodding and placing the blindfold on. Anything to make his girlfriend happy, he supposed.

As his vision was darkened by the blindfold, his body waited in anticipation to feel your touch.

You ran a hand through his hair, lightly traced the point of his right ear, traced your finger down his Adam’s Apple before you reached his button-up. His breath haltered as he felt you straddle his lap and unbutton his shirt.

“Human-” He tried to say, but you shushed him with a soft smile… not that he could see it anyway.

You helped him out of his shirt before running your hands over his chest. It was clear that he worked out and ate well, considering he looked amazing. Clearly defined pecs and abs… muscular arms… all yours for the taking.

Sebek felt his cock rising in his trousers right under you, but he didn’t say anything as you continued making your way lower and lower.

Soon, he felt your hands start to undo his belt, and you proceeded to pull down his pants and boxers. His member was standing at attention, desperate to be touched by you. You leaned down so you were kneeling on the floor between your boyfriend’s legs, starting to blow some air onto it.

“...darling…” He whimpered, shuddering a bit as is dick throbbed.

Answering his plea, you wrapped your hand around the base before sliding your hand up to the tip… then you slid back down.

“Sevens… keep going, please…” He whispered as his hips started bucking up into your hand.

You made no effort to stop him, wanting him to finish as you stuck your tongue out and tapped his member on it.

Taking off his blindfold, he saw you in this position and immediately shot his cum into your mouth.

When one becomes accustomed to a life of servitude, it’s easy to forget the sensation of holding authority over something, or in some cases, someone. A man whose loyalty runs so deep, whose very essence is defined by submission to his beloved master's every whim, was never expected to show such sweet cruelty. It was as if he were holding you on a leash, yet strangely, you found yourself not only unbothered but rather eager for it. In fact, you had even requested to become his outlet for frustration whenever both of you chose to lose yourselves in the waves of pleasure and love, your bodies surrendering to their deepest desires. However, the most striking revelation was how much Sebek actually seemed to relish the rare opportunity to assert control, to direct rather than follow. Was it simply the taste for being in charge or was it the intoxicating power of seeing a human completely at his mercy, reduced to crawling at his feet?

Everyone anticipated that he would revere you as one would a queen. And while his servant-like devotion was undeniably important in your relationship, it was a bond reserved for the realm outside the bedroom - outside the sinful nature of sex. As you bobbed your head up and down, swallowing your lover's entire length, Sebek's grip on your hair tightened, seeking to set his own peace. “Human,” he groaned, “at least master the art of pleasuring me. Yet, I never imagined anything from you…” he spoke, words like a sharp knife - and you simply adored the sensation of that sharp blade against your own skin, sometimes, even more than the bites he insisted to adorn you with.

Despite your efforts to comply with his demands and fulfill his desires, Zigvolt merely let out a click of his tongue, making clear his utter disdain and annoyance. Without warning, he abruptly pulled you away from his cock and brought your face close to his own, securing a firm grip on your chin as he claimed your lips in a forceful kiss - your quiet whimpers muffled by the intensity of the embrace of both tongues. Witnessing this multifaceted side of the half-fey being, one that blended scorn and adoration, would be forever a privilege only you would be able to see - a blessing in your whole pathetic existence.

Though you cherished his passionate kisses, there was no comparison to the overwhelming ecstasy you experienced when beneath him, legs spread open and tears streaming down your face from his intensity. Each time you two spared at last a few minutes sharing such intimacy, Sebek's sexual knowledge only intensified, evolving into a merciless rhythm designed to extract the most exquisite pleasure possible from your willing body - and he did that with such mastery that no incubi would be able to match his performance. His strong hands pinned you in place, ensuring you couldn't retreat, his singular goal to bury every inch of his throbbing length deep inside your cunt. As he drove himself into you with powerful thrusts, his guttural moans echoed through the space - though the volume was almost painfully loud, somehow the harshness of his voice only heightened your arousal, especially when he was asking “Do you like it, whore?!” and commanding “Don’t you even think about cumming!”