from 祁煜, with love

“you’re looking a little empty, pretty girl.”

you turn to the source of the unfamiliar voice and arch a brow, peering between the guy standing before you and the remnants of your vodka and lemonade concoction. he’s not someone you recognize, likely a sophomore and a new addition to the lambda alpha delta house. you lean in just enough to so that he can hear you over the bass pounding against the thin kitchen walls.

“i got it,” you assure him, reaching behind you for one of the bottles of cheap vodka lined up on the sticky counter. color flushes his cheeks, more than the liquor as he nods once and bows out.

“aw, don’t break the kid’s heart.” caleb saunters into the kitchen soon after, chuckling when he brings the rim of his red solo cup to his lips. you scoff and add your mixer with a subtle shake of your head.

“oh, lambda boys,” you tease, propping up against the counter again as the president himself approaches you. he stares down at you with his drink in hand, his broad frame towering over yours. you catch the scent of his cologne, sharp and woody in comparison to the herbal smoke wafting from the open doors to the balcony.

“acting like you don’t love us,” he retorts, about to receive an earful from you when a shrill voice interjects.

“caleb!” a girl that you’ve seen in passing at previous pregames peers around the archway, her eyes half-lidded and a giddy smile plastered across her face. “we need one more for king’s cup.”

“convenient.” you can’t stifle the laugh that escapes you and caleb rolls his eyes, nudging you gently before he flashes a grin in the other girl’s direction.

“duty calls,” he chirps, downing the rest of his drink and tossing the cup into the garbage bag strung along the back of one of the house’s dining chairs. he glances back at you over his shoulder with a wink. “save a shot for me, pretty girl.”

the way caleb mocks the younger brother that had approached you earns another laugh from you and you try to ignore the way it ignites a different sensation in you when he says it.

“yo, i didn’t even realize you were here already!” gideon barrels into the kitchen from the balcony, his eyes bloodshot and his body heavy as he saunters over to you, high as hell.

“bro, i said hi to you twice already.”

“you’re lying, bro,” he slurs, brushing a hand through his cropped hair before he glances over your shoulder. “what’re you drinking?”

“vodka and juice,” you reply, watching as he fumbles with the glass bottles behind you.

“where’s caleb?”

“either still playing king’s cup or in one of the bathrooms upstairs getting his dick sucked.” you glance into the living room, no sign of caleb to be found and your suspicions confirmed. it was no secret that caleb was considered a real prize to be won when it came to hanging out at their frat house and it seems like he’d chosen his lucky winner for the night.

“jealous?” gideon hums, leaning against you before a hiccup jolts his body upright.

“why would i be?” you narrow your eyes at him, reaching for his wrist so that you could drag him along to the living room. “now, c’mon. i want to queue something for the music.”

“as long as it’s not cardi again,” he grumbles as you string him along with a tight grip on his drink.

immediately, you’re roped into different conversations across the room until you finally make it to the speakers where someone’s phone is already connected. you swipe at the screen, sticky from someone else’s drink until your songs are queued. gideon pulls you by your waist into the center of the living room where the crowd huddled into a makeshift dance floor.

the familiar buzz of liquor overcomes every inch of you as you sing along, arms above your head and twirling around along with gideon. you find yourself pulled into another lambda boy’s arms, one you vaguely recognize by his silver hair and piercing scarlet eyes. his body towers over yours, a large palm pressed to your stomach so that you’re drawn in closer.

it’s when he turns you towards the staircase that you’re eye to eye with caleb, the same girl from earlier clinging to his bicep with staggered steps and a flushed smile gracing her features. he cocks a brow at the sight of you, a disbelieving half-grin hanging from his lips as you meet him with a devilish glint in your eyes.

you’re turned around again when caleb suddenly pulls you out of the living room, his grip firm on your wrist until he releases you in the kitchen. you can’t help but scoff at his reaction and reach for the vodka again.

“what’s the matter?” you tease as you blink up at him through your eyelashes. you twist off the cover and summon him with a curled finger, beckoning him to lower himself to your level. “i think you might need another shot.”

“if you say so,” he chuckles, but the sound is dry before he tilts his head back with one knee on the tiled floor. you thread a hand through his hair, your grip firm enough to force his lips to part with a soft gasp. he swallows down the bitter liquor like a champ and straightens, a hiss slipping out of him when he nods to you. “what, i can’t return the favor?”

“i can take care of myself,” you retort, throwing your head back to mimic his shot. setting the bottle back onto the counter, you’re about to speak again when gideon stumbles back into the kitchen.

“there you are!” he exclaims at the sight of caleb, throwing an arm over his best friend’s shoulders. caleb’s eyes don’t leave yours, his face flushed from a mix of intoxication and whatever unspoken attraction lingered between the pair of you.

there were plenty of opportunities for you to hook up with caleb in the past; he was willing to bend at the snap of your fingers. regardless, you knew the reputation he held and the way that girls on campus fawned over him. you refused to bow to his bidding and kept him at arm’s length, something he found equal parts intriguing and frustrating.

“thought y’all would be fucking by now,” gideon slurs, a drunken grin crossing his face while caleb glares as if to warn him.

“funny,” you say, glancing down at your nail beds as if you could be less interested, “i thought y’all would be fucking by now.”

“hey, man, i’ve tried,” gideon chuckles, patting a hand against caleb’s cheek affectionately. you laugh at the two men towering over you, thoroughly enjoying the way gideon was getting under caleb’s skin while he thought he’d been able to steal you away for a moment.

“one little kiss wouldn’t hurt,” you offer as if to compromise, gesturing between them before you glance around the kitchen. “not like anyone’s watching.”

“you’re watching,” caleb points out, narrowing his gaze at you.

“i think it’d be hot,” you say plainly, biting on the tip of your index fingernail to stifle your laugh at the way caleb’s eyes light up at that.

“… really?”

“mhm,” you answer nonchalantly as you brace yourself on the edge of the kitchen counter. “be a good boy for me, why don’t you?”

there it was.

the way that caleb crumbled at your disposal when he wouldn’t even bat an eye if someone else had asked the same of him. it was otherworldly the way he bended at your whim, be it to join you for a night out or to grab you another drink when you couldn’t be bothered to leave the dance floor. you’d have him waiting, near begging for an opportunity to cross a line with you that you’d held firm for the past several years.

not that you hadn’t considered the possibility; you weren’t blind.

his amethyst eyes darken at the pet name you assign him, oblivious to gideon’s tittering beside him as he meets your eyes in a silent question of how serious you were. you stare at him as if to affirm that you were dead serious.

with a roll of his eyes—even though you could wager money on the fact that he’d willingly kiss gideon, regardless—he grabs the other man by his jaw and captures his lips in a fleeting peck. gideon blinks from the surprise, as if he needed to clear haze from his eyes while color rushed to his already flushed face.

“that’s it?” you scoff, arms crossed over your torso. the alcohol creeping along your veins had you reeling, eager to encourage them to be even more risqué. “oh, well.”

“bro, you gotta commit,” gideon hiccups before he grabs caleb by the face and near shoves his tongue down his throat. you watch as caleb’s body grows rigid before he relaxes, finally reciprocating to your enjoyment. you hum approvingly, your own body reacting in a way you weren’t used to.

they finally separate and stare back at you, waiting for you to say something, anything that would indicate that you approved of their second attempt.

“not bad, boys,” you commend, threading a hand through your hair when you see the way caleb’s purple eyes brighten at your praise. “i’m running to the bathroom, but i better see more of that when i get back downstairs.”

“yes, ma’am,” gideon answers, a lazy salute against his forehead before he slumps into one of the chairs at the dining table to roll another blunt. caleb stares after you as you scale the stairs to one of the more secluded bathrooms. you don’t do anything other than stare at your reflection lovingly, quick to take several mirror pictures to document just how good you looked for the night. you hear the low thump of the bass from downstairs and mouth the words as you fish for your lip gloss in your back pocket and apply a fresh coat.

you barely take a step out into the hall when you feel a hand wrapped back around your wrist, familiar as ever as you’re corralled into the room at the end of the second floor. the primary suite, typically reserved for the frat president. the aged oak door slams shut, against the bass from the living room before your back is slammed against it and the wind is nearly knocked out of you.

caleb towers over you, large palms pressed against either side of your head as he cranes his neck to meet your gaze. his pupils are blown wide, lips swollen from earlier as he scans your face hungrily. you ignore the way your heart pounds against your ribcage and press your palms against his torso in an attempt to return him to arm’s length.

“can i help you?” you ask, able to earn some semblance of space between the pair of you.

“i need to fuck you,” he says plainly, his chest staggering with every deep breath. “i can’t keep playing this game with you.”

“why, because i made you kiss gideon?” you taunt and he rolls his eyes, his hand trailing until it closes around your throat with a firm grip. he presses his lips to the shell of your ear with a low growl.

“fuck gideon,” he quips, “you know how badly i want you.”

“do i?” you coax, feigning ignorance just to hear him beg for your permission.

“c’mon, baby girl,” he hums, pulling away and pressing his forehead against yours with a deep sigh. “acting like you have no clue.”

“i don’t know if i’m convinced,” you lilt, snaking out of his grasp and moving to sit of the edge of his bed. he follows you obediently and you loop a finger into the collar of his shirt to lower him onto his knees. he settles between your thighs, his palms pressing your legs apart when he realizes you’re not protesting.

“don’t actions speak louder than words?” he asks, his voice growing huskier by the second as he presses a kiss against your inner thigh. you bite down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the whimper lingering at the tip of your tongue. his eyes look even more ethereal beneath the low glow from his bedside lamp, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. “don’t make me beg.”

“might need you to,” you chide, reaching for his jaw to press your fingers against his cheeks so that his mouth would fall open. “beg for me, pretty boy.”

“seriously?” caleb arches a brow at you in disbelief, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh as you huff at his hesitation.

“i mean, if you don’t want to—”

caleb pulls you firmly enough so that your legs are on either of his shoulders, his fingers tracing long, languid strokes along your skin that send a shiver up your spine. his gaze remains fixated on yours as he drags his tongue across his bottom lip. you can see the way his pride is eating him alive until he finally succumbs.

“i need to feel that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock,” he nearly whimpers, another kiss to your inner thigh at an even more dangerous distance from your clothed entrance. your skirt hikes further up your waist as he shifts to expose your panties. “need to hear the kind of sounds you make when i fuck you into this mattress.”

“oh, that’d be rude,” you drawl, ensuring your voice remains steady as you gesture to the door behind him. “there’s guests downstairs.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he scoffs, “let them hear it.”

you don’t know what it was about caleb on this particular night that had you on the edge of your seat. maybe it was the extra—several—shots of vodka, the way he looked at you while you were in someone else’s arms, the cat-and-mouse game that had dragged on for so long that you were now seniors that hadn’t laid a single finger on one another.

well, before tonight.

“you got a belt?”

caleb blinks as you lower your feet back onto the ground and he unhooks the belt from the loops of his cargos. he hands the worn leather to you, watching with unspoken confusion before you grab his wrists and quickly bind them together.

“the fuck?” he jerks his wrists against the restraints, as surprised as you are that they held so well. a grin splits across your face as you watch his settle onto his haunches in defeat. “what’re you doing—”

“just having a little fun with you,” you answer casually, tracing a fingernail along his jawline, down his neck, across his collarbone. you settle at his waist just before the hem of his pants. “that okay?”

caleb’s lips part in silent protest as you lean back onto the sheets and tug your leather skirt up to your waist, black lace on full display for him as you snake a hand between your legs. his eyes practically devour you as you press the tips of your fingers against your clit, massaging circles through the fabric. the friction coaxes a blissful sigh out of you and you hear the way caleb’s belt buckle clatters from his fighting against the knot.

you keep at it, adjusting your pace every so often so that caleb could have a taste of the kind of sounds that he’d only heard in his dreams. you pause long enough to sit up, meeting the fury in his gaze with mischief in your own as you shove two of your fingers into his mouth. he swirls his tongue obediently around your knuckles, spit glistening on his lips before he releases your fingers with a desperate groan.

hooking a finger on the hem of the lace, you tug your panties to the side and slip your fingers into your entrance with a soft grunt. your chest heaves in an attempt to swallow down deep breaths, your eyes rolling back as you curl your fingers against your inner walls in just the right spot.

“ngh,” you groan as your eyes flutter shut, head against the sheets. “caleb.”

“come on,” he begs at the sound of his name falling from your lips, the sudden sound of a sharp snap and metal clattering to the wooden floorboards causing you to jump before caleb cages your body beneath his against the mattress. “i’m tired of fucking waiting.”

you feel him grab the hem of your skirt and pull it onto the floor, the stitches in your underwear tearing as he rips the lace off of your body. you gasp at his sudden shift before he replaces your fingers with his own, his hand evidently larger and more filling than your own. he doesn’t ease into a steady rhythm, instead opting to pump in and out of you vigorously while his free hand held you upright by the crown of your hair.

“a-ah,” you let out a broken moan, caleb’s stern expression mingled with something more pathetic that you were used to from him. even with pleasure churning in your core from his fingers, you couldn’t help but tease him with a mischievous smile.

“say my name again,” he says, but it escapes him in more of a desperate plea than a command. you hesitate and he groans, wrapping his fingers back around your throat. “please.”

“caleb,” you breathe, the sound spurring him to pick up the pace as he presses his thumb against your clit with pronounced pressure. he pumps his fingers once, twice more until you feel your stomach tighten and you grip the sheets with a drawn-out moan he doesn’t bother to silence.

“that’s it, baby girl,” he praises, riding out your high as he slows his pace. he hovers over you before he pulls out his fingers and brings them to his lips to clean off every last drop of you. he groans at the taste and finally captures your lips in a messy string of kisses. you rake your nails along his exposed biceps in his tank top, his defined muscles tensing under the sting.

“fuck me,” you order, shoving your hand past the hem of his cargos and wrapping your fingers around his shaft. he twitches beneath your touch and nearly collapses onto you, a pathetic nod before he utters,

“yes, ma’am.”

caleb has you pinned to the mattress from every angle after that. clothes strewn on the floor, the headboard slamming against the thin walls to the rhythm of the music downstairs. his body cages yours against the sheets, propped up on his forearms as his hips buck against yours relentlessly. your nails leave long, red streaks along his skin, his teeth sink into your collarbone.

“let ‘em hear you,” he groans against your neck, one of his hands gripping the headboard while the other keeps your thighs apart. you nearly scream at how much he fills you out, his cock stretching your walls as you clench around him. he meets your eyes for a split second and realizes that you’re trying to stifle the sounds that come out of you and falls into a particularly rough string of thrusts. you cry out through gritted teeth as your back arches off of the sheets and he laughs at the sound. “just like that, baby.”

“i’m gonna come,” you breathe, gripping his arms in an attempt to anchor yourself. pleasure thrums along your veins, mingling with the alcohol from earlier as you grow more and more lightheaded. caleb picks up the pace, snaking an arm around your waist to lift you off of the sheets. he hooks your ankles over either of his shoulders, hands steady at your hips as he draws you closer to your climax.

you shudder from the new angle, every inch of him pounding into you as your muscles tense and twitch from the impending orgasm. you gasp, your breathing growing unsteady as you finally come undone and your body grows limp against the sheets. caleb doesn’t let up, keeping his rhythm steady as his own chest heaves with labored breaths.

a whimper slips out of him and you feel your stomach jolt at the sound, making a mental note to find any way you could coax it out of him in the future. his grip tightens at your waist, his hips bucking as you feel him reach his climax and release into you until he’s dripping out of you when he pulls out.

“satisfied?” you ask breathlessly, brushing hair out of your face as you sit up against his headboard. caleb beams at you, looking boyishly handsome despite the fact that he had just fucked you senseless. he shrugs, failing to hide the smile that remains glued to his face as he gathered your clothes and helped you to clean up.

“oh, you have no idea,” he answers as he glances at his reflection in the mirror. the scratches that decorated his arms and collarbone were more than obvious. his lips were swollen and his face was slick with sweat. not that you were any better off, with tousled hair and now no underwear. he turns to you, a twinkle in those amethyst eyes of his. “alright, ready to head back downstairs?”

“am i ready to what now?” you ask, moving to stand beside him and assess your own disheveled reflection.

“well, there’s still a party going on,” he counters, “can’t be a bad host, can i?”

“i think this has less to do with you being a bad president and more to do with you showing off that you just got fucked.”

“eh,” caleb laughs under his breath, intertwining his fingers in yours as he leads you back into the belly of the beast. the sound of gideon hollering from atop one of the folding tables is the first thing to capture your attention. “maybe a little bit of both.”

zayne (黎深) — moans groans zayne tries his best to keep his composure, but the second he has his hands on you, it's the hardest thing in the world for him to keep quiet. it's a crescendo, almost—soft gasps turn into deep exhales, into low hums until you move just right in his lap against his cock. he tries to stifle it, as if he has to punish himself but the way you look at him when the sound escapes him renders him powerless. he finds any way he can to quiet himself, biting on your shoulder, burying his face in your chest, his nose in the crook of your neck. it's when he sees the way he makes you feel that he finally allows himself the privilege to utter a sound, low and guttural in his throat. you can tell he's gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw, straining against the groans that slip out of him as he fucks you at a torturously slow pace. he gets less restrictive with every thrust; hair falling over his eyes, lips parting with staggered breaths, struggling to keep himself upright on his forearms on either side of you. he's loudest when he cums, the feeling of you clenching around him dragging out his climax and all of the sounds that come with it.

rafayel (祁煜) — whimpers rafayel can't wait to get his hands on you—and the second he does, it's all over. the way your skin feels under his touch, the curve of your hips and the way his fingers curl around your throat. he whimpers just from how you look at him, at his disposal and ready for him to fuck you senseless. the fact that you don't make it easy for him turns him on even more, spurring him on to beg and plead until he can take what's his.

he relishes in the feeling of his body on yours, the way you take him so perfectly as if you were molded for him. he's right at the shell of your ear, the sounds escaping him pathetic and drawn-out as he praises you for being a good girl and taking every inch of his cock. every way that you react earns a sound from him—your nails raking down his back, arching off of the sheets, your mouth hanging open. when he cums, he practically collapses onto you with a drawn-out whimper tangled in a string of 'oh, fuck—oh, fuck, princess—fuck, baby.'

xavier (沈星回) — moans xavier gets off of knowing that he's the one who's making you feel good. he loves to take control and every moan that comes out of him is more of a sound of approval than of his own pleasure. he's especially verbal when he's eating you out, moaning against your core and sending the vibrations through you until you see stars. you're able to get another sound out of him when you clench your thighs on either side of his head to draw him in deeper.

during sex, he's not leaving your neck for a second. moaning against your skin, biting down on your earlobe to stifle himself. he's not particularly loud, but he's not shy about being vocal, either. he relishes in the scent of you as his hips pound against yours, his breath hot and heavy against your collarbone with every thrust into you. he expects to be silent when he cums until you clench around him, tightening around his cock enough for him to let out a breathy string of moans.

sylus (秦彻) — moans groans sylus is feral about having sex with you. the cat-and-mouse chase, the thrill of finally getting you under the sheets with him. he takes his sweet time pleasuring you, even laughing at the way you grow frustrated with how slow his pace is. it's when you grab his hair and pull hard to get his attention that the animalistic sounds begin to fall from his lips and you drink in every one of them. his grunts are tangled between the comments he makes to get under your skin, teasing you about how much you writhe under his touch and how you sink your nails into his shoulders when he's knuckles-deep inside of you. he's not afraid of being loud, only silenced by the sound of the headboard banging against the wall as he fucks you relentlessly. he cums with a particularly hard thrust and falls over you with a satisfied groan, his hips bucking involuntarily until he's had his fill.