our favorite boys are feeling quite desperate...
STARRING: zayne, caleb, rafayel, xavier, & sylus [seperate] x f!reader
CW: jealousy, handjobs in a bathroom | PATHETIC caleb, dry humping, cumming in pants, recording? | bratty!raf, panties in mouth, vibrator play, mention of overstim | heavy breeding kink, riding | aether core actin up, blowjobs | they are all desperate and begging lowk (highkey)
j says... idk if i love or hate this. i miss posting though and hope i proofread good enough (if theres mistakes just ignore them ok) thank you to @gardenialily @rafayelkisses @berrylus + everyone else who helped me brainstorm. inspired by this ask! thank you anon!
You and Zayne never argued. The two of you usually saw eye to eye, and honestly, you didn't see each other enough to waste time on disagreements. It just wasn't worth it.
The entire car ride had been silent, tension simmering thick between you, built from something neither of you seemed willing to touch further. The bickering had started small, but kept layering over itself—too many nights apart, too much distance, and something deeper you knew was bothering Zayne that he refused to talk about.
What should have been an easy night turned sour fast.
The Akso hospital charity event was usually something you enjoyed attending—especially on the arm of the most prestigious surgeon in the room—but tonight, you find yourself distracted. Zayne moves through the crowd like a storm cloud in a tailored suit, brushing off every attempt you make to soften the mood.
It wasn't like him, and you couldn't quite pin down why he seemed so irritated. But instead of pushing, you eventually excused yourself to the refreshments table.
There, you fell into conversation with a visiting surgeon from a few cities over. He's easy to talk to, warm, engaging—and most importantly, good at distracting you until you could get Zayne home and figure out whatever stick had lodged itself up his ass tonight.
You laughed softly at one of his comments.
And then Zayne was there.
He materializes at your side, one hand sliding around your waist and pulling you flush against him like he hadn't spent the entire evening acting upset with you. He introduces himself, made a pointed emphasis on your relationship, and after a few clipped exchanges, he's steering you away.
"What do you mean?" His voice stays level, but he won't meet your eyes as he guides you through the crowd.
"All the sudden you just… pulled me away like that."
"You could have been having a conversation with me," he states, stopping in a shadowed corner. His head dips, lips grazing the shell of your ear while his hands roam possessively over the silky material hugging your form.
Your brows lift at the sudden affection, but you lean into it regardless. "I've been trying to all night."
A muscle ticks in Zayne's jaw. He nips lightly at your lobe before finally pulling back enough to meet your gaze.
Oh, you know that look anywhere.
And suddenly everything clicks into place. Why he'd been snappy since the moment he picked you up in your simple little gown. Why he'd been acting wound so tight all evening.
"Is this entertaining for you?" he mutters, immediately catching the glint in your iris.
Your smirk widens as his grip tightens. Before he can say anything else, you grab his hand and tug him further down the empty hall, towards the family restroom.
"You know," you state lightly, "you don't have to be jealous. You can just tell me if you're horny."
Zayne's ears go pink immediately. "That's… not it."
The door is unlocked. You shove him inside, lock it behind you, and crowd him back towards the sink without much resistance at all. In the next second, your hand slip down, pressing gently against the hard bulge straining beneath his slacks.
"Because this says otherwise."
Zayne inhales sharply, both hands bracing back against the countertop as your palm rubs over his cock through the fabric.
"I've just…" he begins to admit, cut off by a groan when you squeeze him. "Missed you. And I handled it poorly earlier. I'm—fuck—sorry."
Your grin only widens as you start to undo his belt. "Aren't you always the one lecturing me about communicating my feelings?"
His zipper comes down, and he lifts his hips just enough to help you shove his pants and boxers lower. His cock springs free, flushed and slick at the tip, hissing softly at the cool air that hits him.
"Then why..." you murmur, wrapping your warm hand around the base just to hold the weight, "didn't you just tell me you were just desperate for attention?"
Zayne bites down on his lip as you finally start moving. Slow strokes drag up his aching cock, making the blush dusting his face spread lower on his throat and chest.
"Hm?" Your thumb traces the prominent vein along his length before smearing the wetness gathered at the tip. "Are you too proud to admit you're a needy mess? Is that why you picked a fight with me?"
His head tips back towards the mirror, breath catching hard.
"Yes—god—I did, and I'm sorry, just please don't go slow." His hips jerk helplessly into your fist. "I need—just… faster. Please. I cant—"
"Yeah?" you hum, keeping your pace just shy of slow. "It's that bad?"
"Yes." The word comes sweet and honest. "I've been thinking about you all week. I can't focus, can't sleep—it's been incredibly frustrating." Zayne groans quietly. "I just need you. Please."
"Poor thing," you coo, feigning sympathy before tightening your grip and speeding up, eyes fixed on the way your hand pumps his cock. "All worked up and angry because nobody touched you. Now you need me to take care of you in a bathroom."
He folds forward with a shaky exhale, forehead pressing against your shoulder. A broken little whimper slips out as you he pulses against your palm, chasing more of your touch.
So when you suddenly pull away, the frustrated whine he makes is almost pathetic.
Your eyes lift and sparkle.
"After the cruel way you treated me… I think you'll have to beg to cum."
He really didn't think you were serious.
You two played around all the time. Sure, he pissed you off sometimes, but there was nothing a little kiss behind your ear and his hand sliding down your front couldn't fix.
Well—until you banned him from sex.
Caleb had laughed. You were just as needy for him as he was for you. There was no way that you'd last a full week without him stuffing you full. So he'd smiled, kissed your cheek, and gone about the rest of his day like it was nothing.
But a day turned into two, and then five.
Five whole fucking days without anything from you.
You had said no sex. Not no making out, not no spooning, not even no showering together.
But you gave him absolutely nothing.
No wandering hands and definitely no sitting on his lap just to tease him. You barely even let him touch you longer than a few seconds before pulling away with that unimpressed little look on your face.
And it was driving him insane.
Caleb shuts the front door harder than necessary, not even bothering with his boots as he stalks through the house looking for you.
He's the colonel, after all.
And the whole drive home he'd been imagining exactly how he was going to do it. Probably backing you against the mattress, pinning your wrists down and forcing you to listen while he told you exactly how cruel you'd been. Maybe he'd kiss you until you forgot why you were mad in the first place. Maybe he'd drag those tiny shorts down your legs and remind you that you needed him just as badly as he needed you.
But then he finds you standing in the kitchen in your cute little pajamas, all soft skin and sleepy eyes, something in him folds.
Suddenly, it isn't just about dominance anymore.
Because part of wanting you involves wanting your forgiveness too.
"Hey," his voice comes softer than expected as he steps closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Missed you."
"Mmm, missed you too, 'leb."
Caleb doesn't pull away after the kiss. Instead, he presses his nose into your hair and inhales deep. Your sweet scent goes straight to his head, turning everything fuzzy.
"No," he murmurs, arms sliding around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. "Like—I really missed you."
You just hum softly, rubbing his back as he melts into the embrace.
He dips lower until his face buries into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in like he's starving... because, well, he is.
You're so warm and soft and his, and fuck it's making every drop of blood rush straight down to his cock.
"It's been so long," he whispers, almost pleading in hopes he can get you to crack just a little. "C'mon… I'm sorry. I've been good. I need you, Pips."
"I told you," you say firmly, though you don't pry him off. "Two more days. Keep whining and I'll make it longer."
Caleb groans, the sound low and full of true misery.
His pants are unbearably tight now, because something about your tone and flat out refusal is making him lose his mind.
His hips jerk, grinding his erection against your side, and oh god, the friction feels heavenly.
You gasp, turning sharply. "Caleb—!"
But he's already past caring about reprimand. His face burns red as he buries himself back into your neck, rocking against you again with a shuddering breath.
"'m sorry…" he mumbles, tightening his grip on your waist. "I need you… please…"
He doesn't care and can't find it in him to stop.
It's been too long without you, and this is the closest you've let him get in days. So instead of backing away, his hands spread desperately over your body, fingers slipping under your shirt just to feel your skin.
A broken little whimper leaves him at the contact, and his hips pick up into messy, desperate thrusts he can't control.
"You're being pathetic, Caleb."
He hides deeper in your neck, embarrassed and turned on all at once.
"I know," he stutters. "I know, baby, I'm sorry—I just—I c-can't. Need you… s'bad…"
"What would the fleet think, hm?" you murmur. "Seeing their colonel like this?"
Caleb chokes on a broken sound, because his hips have found a rhythm that drags his cock perfectly against your hip through his boxers. He's too far gone to notice the phone in your hand, which is recording every humiliating second.
"C'mon Caleb," you coax, tilting his face up.
His eyes are glassy when he looks at himself on the screen, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It so shameful that his cock twitches.
"Tell them," you demand. "That you're so desperate you're gonna hump me until you cum in your pants."
"I'm—fuck—" his voice cracks. "I'm gonna cum—"
A low, pathetic whimper spills out of him as he cums untouched in his boxers, staining the front of his uniform. His hips keep moving, dragging himself through the sticky mess, riding out the orgasm with sloppy kisses scattered along your neck.
It takes him a long moment to come back down.
And when he finally does, his eyes darken at the phone stilled pointed at him.
"Raf, I swear…" you hiss through gritted teeth.
"What! I'm not even doing anything!"
A muscle ticks in your jaw. "You're not doing anything?"
"No!" he protests dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just… being your lover, okay? Don't you care about me and my affection?"
Rafayel gasps like you've actually offended him. "Am not!"
You shake your head and focus your attention back onto your report, scratching your pen across the paper while he continue sulking beside you.
There's about five more minutes of peace before his hand is back and caressing your thigh.
"Are you almost done?" His voice turns syrupy sweet, clearly trying to coax his way into getting what he wants. He squeezes your thigh gently. "Please. I need attention."
Rafayel groans loudly at being ignored, melting next to you. He nuzzles into your shoulder, lips brushing your neck as he whines.
You set your pen down with far too much force, finally turning your attention to him.
Rafayel perks up instantly at having your eyes on him, face brightening with smug satisfaction like he won.
"Fine," you say. "Go sit in that chair. And you better be naked when I get back."
Without another word or glance back, you disappear from the room, entirely pleased to return to sudden obedience.
Sitting tall in the chair, completely naked, legs spread slightly as he lazily strokes himself, is your one and only. His expression still homes that smirk, but the desperation underneath it is obvious now. His cock twitches with every slow tug of his hand.
"Gonna come and take care of me, pretty?"
You hum thoughtfully. "With that mouth, I don't think so."
The smirk turns into pout, bottom lip jutting out as he strokes himself a little faster.
"Please? Look at how hard I am. It hurts… you have to take care of it."
"I think I need to take care of something else first."
He cocks a brow suspiciously, watching closely as you peel down your leggings, then your panties.
"See?" he starts smugly. "I knew you couldn't resist me. Now c'mere and—mmph!"
You shove the bundled fabric that was just against your cunt into his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.
His eyes widen in genuine shock while his hand stills on his cock, though it throbs visibly at the switch in control.
"You're so mouthy," you shake your head. "Keep them in, or else I'm not touching you at all."
Rafayel's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. He nods immediately.
"Gooood boy," you drawl, tracing your fingers down his chest. You circle one of his nipples until his skin prickles in goosebumps.
You let your gaze fall to his cock, smirking as it drips steadily against his stomach.
A muffled, pathetic plea comes from behind the gag, his hands sliding up your bare thighs, inching higher and asking permission without words.
"No," you deny. "You've been a brat."
"And brats…" you continue, flashing the silicone vibrator you discreetly brought in with you, "get punished."
You thumb the toy to life, watching the pleasure and panic war on his face before pressing the buzzing head lightly against his hipbone.
He whimpers and squirms away from the sensation, thighs twitching as the vibrations travel through him.
You smile sweetly. "Hold it."
Rafayel blinks at you like you've lost your mind.
With a bit of reluctance, he obeys.
The second the toy settles into his palm, another muffled noise leaves him at the strength of the vibrations. You guide his wrist.
"Rub it along your cock," you instruct. "Find where you're sensitive."
Rafayel swallows hard around the fabric in his mouth.
The toy touches him and he moans instantly, body jerking as he shakily drags it along his length. The moment it presses beneath the tip just right, his head falls back with a strangled sound.
"Hold it there. You were soooo horny, yeah? This will help."
Within seconds, Rafayel is a whimpering mess.
His eyes glaze over, body thrashing while saliva soaks the cotton in his mouth—that doesn't fully muffle the desperate little noises escaping him nonstop now.
You stroke his cheek gently, then trail your fingers down the column of his throat. The touch is more than enough, and his cock throbs as cum spurts and drizzles from the tip, coating his abdomen and the toy.
"Don't move it," you order firmly. "You're gonna make yourself cum again."
Xavier's mouth has been pressed against yours the entire elevator ride, barely giving you a gasp for air as he fumbles with the buttons before shoving you gently against the wall to kiss you again.
It's not unusual for him to be this hungry, but after an ordinary day—visiting your friends and their new baby—it just wasn't what you expected.
Not that you're complaining.
Instead, you let him guide you through the hallway between messy kisses and fumble with the keys while your lips trail down his neck. Xavier shivers beneath the affection, unable to shove you both inside fast enough.
The lights don't even turn on.
He just walks you backward towards the nearest surface—the couch—before sitting down and dragging you straight onto his lap like he physically can't stand having space between you.
"You're so eager tonight," you giggle.
"Is that a problem?" he asks immediately, voice rough and husky.
Xavier hums, dipping his head to press slow kisses along your jaw and neck. His hand grab your hips tightly, fingers flexing in encouragement for you to move.
You obey, rocking against the hard line pressing in his pants, gasping at the delicious friction it creates despite the layers.
"You're… ovulating right?" he ask suddenly, almost dazed.
You blink and still your movements. "I… I don't know. Why?"
His cheeks flush immediately after saying it, almost as if he regrets letting the thought slip out loud. Before you can question him further, he changes the subject entirely by tugging his shirt over his head, revealing firm lines of muscle.
"Come on. I wanna see you."
In the dim glow spilling from the window, clothes disappear piece by piece until there's nothing left to separate you both.
Xavier stares at you like the sight alone might kill him.
"You're so beautiful, my star," he whispers reverently, hands gliding over your skin like he can't help himself. "So pretty… always so pretty for me."
The praises makes warmth curl low, your cheeks turning as pink as his. His hands settle on your waist again, thumbs stroking softly as he looks up at you with blown pupils.
"Please," he says quietly. "Ride me. I'll be so good for you. Please, baby."
And you absolutely can't deny that face.
So you settle above him, and sink down onto his length slowly, both of you gasping at the stretch. His head immediately tips back against the couch, broken moans spilling from his lips.
You start moving instinctively, bouncing slowly in his lap and he watches you with completely glassy eyes.
He's unbelievably responsive tonight. Each roll of your hips pulls helpless sounds from him, his hands roaming your body and settling on your breasts. His thumbs swipe your nipples and pinch them when they pebble.
Praises spill endlessly, coming faster as he began to meet your thrusts.
Pretty. Perfect. His star.
His cock is throbbing inside you within minutes, and upon the feeling, you shift to lift off—only to be met with a firm grip on your hips, plunging you back down.
Your eyes widen in surprise.
"Stay," he pleads softly, holding you down as he thrusts up. "Please stay on me."
"I wanna cum in you," he admits. "Please.. you looked so beautiful today with their baby. Imagine how gorgeous you'd look carrying my baby."
The words clearly embarrass him the second they leave his mouth because his face burns bright red immediately after. But he doesn't take them back.
If anything, he looks needier for admitting it.
His forehead presses against your chest as he whimpers softly, sucking a mark into the supple skin while his hips continue twitching.
"Please, star… please let me."
You cradle his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you set the pace again. The second you whisper permission, Xavier moans so sweetly it almost sounds painful.
He cums instantly, pressing his tip up until it nestles against your cervix, letting warm spurts of his seed spill deep inside you.
Something passes in his expression as his orgasm subsides, and his hands slide beneath your thighs to flip your position, laying you on your back and hitching your legs around his hips.
He withdrawals his cock nearly all the way before plunging it right back in.
"i'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Tonight."
Onichynus' boss man was about to wear a hole into his living room floor.
He had been at it for at least the ten minutes since you'd arrived and starting watched him—probably longer before that, if you had to guess.
Sylus had been short with your messages all day, clipped responses that lacked their usual teasing edge. Instead of waiting for him to maybe confide in you over the phone, you'd taken a quick ride over to the N109 yourself.
"I know you know I'm here," you drawl, sauntering in the room. "Yet you still haven't greeted me. How rude."
Sylus stops at your voice but doesn't turn around, gaze fixes on the glittering city sprawling beneath the windows. The glow paints sharp lines across his face.
It's not like him to stay so silent.
You pad closer, brow furrowing in concern.
"Hey," you whisper, slipping your arms around his waist. "Are you alright?"
Sylus inhales sharply at your touch.
And his body is burning with a feverish heat.
You tilt your head, trying to catch his expression in the reflection of the glass. His face is flushed nearly as red as his eye, the glow in his aether core pulsing faintly.
And when you glance down, it's almost as if the bulge in his pants is about to pop the button clean off.
Usually, Sylus' desire when it came to an unstable aether consisted of devouring you whole—whatever form that happened to take. But this time feels different. The desire weaving through the space between you is softer somehow. Less demanding and far more desperate.
Sylus swallows hard, throat bobbing, and when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse.
"Sy," you soften instantly. "Why didn't you tell me your core was acting up?"
For a moment, he says nothing and just exhales shakily. His cock throbs visibly beneath the fabric at the sound of your voice.
"I thought it'd pass," he admits quietly. "Usually it's not this bad and usually..."
Embarrassment flashes across his face as he mutters, "it wants me to be more dominant."
Your turn him in your arms, sliding your hands up his chest. The red glow brightens as you rest your hand over the violent pound of his heart, making him shudder hard. A tiny smile tugs at your mouth when his face burns even hotter.
"Don't tease me," he says instantly, though it lacks its usual bite, making it sound more like a cute plea.
You glide your hands up to cup his face, stroking lightly beneath his eye. A strained sound catches in his throat as his hips jerk forward involuntary the second the core pulses again.
"Oh, baby…" you murmur softly. "What does it want?"
Your fingers drift lazily down his neck, making him tremble.
"It wants… it needs…" he stops, struggling with the admission. "Sweetie, I want you to take care of me."
You bat your lashes up at him. "Yeah?"
"Please, kitten," Sylus whispers. "Please."
You don't need much more incentive than that.
You guide him gently towards the couch, hands smoothing over his shoulders when his legs nearly give out halfway there. He sinks down heavily, spreading his thighs with a shaky exhale when you kneel between them.
His eyes stay locked on you, blown wide with desperation as you undo his pants, fishing out his weeping cock from the confines of his boxers. He's painfully hard. Angry red at the tip, leaking steadily, and twitching the second your hand wraps around him.
Sylus throws his head back immediately, mouth falling open in pure ecstasy at just your palm around him.
Teasing feels almost too mean, so you only kitten lick the salty bead that gathered at the tip before wrapping your lips around the plush head.
His thighs tremble as you take him deeper into your mouth, fingers gently carding through your hair to encourage the motion.
"S-So good, sweetie," he stutters. "Fuck… oh god…"
You begin bobbing softly, gagging once on the size, which makes drool slip down the corners of your mouth.
His aether core pulses brightly, making every pleasurable drag of your tongue feel amplified. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head while your hand strokes what you can't fit.
Within seconds his length is throbbing in the warmth of your mouth.
He's so sensitive its amusing.
"Fuckfuck—" Sylus gasps, thighs trembling uncontrollably. "Gonna cum—s-shit—"
A salty rush explodes on your tongue as Sylus moans brokenly, shaking while you suck him gently through the orgasm. Apparently not gentle enough though, because he jolts hard from the oversensitivity.
You pull off with a pop, swallowing everything he gave you before wiping at the saliva coating your mouth. You smirk at the completely dazed, blushing man slumped before you.
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