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Sylus was a tall man, but when you’re seated like this, watching him tower over you on his feet, you start to feel yourself grow incredibly needy.

You nod your head, slowly, your eyes never taking a second to leave his - so you’re unaware of the way he smiles with a sense of accomplishment when you reach up to his shirt buttons with trembling fingers. 

“Such a darling” he murmurs as your shaken fingers finish unbuttoning him all the way down. You’ve seen his abs at least a dozen times now, traced the feeling of them with your own fingertips enough to have memorised the feeling - and yet, seeing them peek through like this still felt somewhat of a sin. Especially when Sylus cocks a knowing eyebrow at you, permitting you to touch it.

“This shirt won’t come off by itself, sweetie”. 

Your lips part and you stare at him, mouth agape. 

“You can do that, can’t you?”

“I can, but I want you to” he muses, his eyes glimmering with a sense of mischief as he watches you squirm. It isn’t long till you have to kneel on the mattress to usher the shirt fabric off his shoulders. You try not to be so overtly perverted and stare, but it’s hard not to - Sylus was always maintaining his figure, he was built like a prized sculpture worthy to be studied. 

Your gaze flutters to almost every corner of the room till you feel your wrist taken hostage by him. The pads of your fingers soon welcome the touch of something warm and firm. 

Your eyes widen as you look up at Sylus, who draggs your palm lower against his abs.

“Thought you’d like a reward for your efforts”.

“O-oh” you stutter, “thank you” you almost have to look away when you feel the bottom of your palm hit the cool leather of his belt. He hasn’t directed you to it, no, he wasn’t that brash; instead, you were the one who was now suddenly all too aware of your proximity to his… lower region. 

“You can ask for anything you want from me, kitten. You know that don’t you?” Sylus’ voice snaps you to look back up at his towering figure - your cheeks heat up knowing he likely saw your predicament. 

“I know” you mumble softly, averting your eyes as you take your hands back to yourself, hands that were now finding great interest in playing with the hem of your dress.

“Then why don’t you, hm?”

“It’s not… necessary” you almost shiver as you say it, feeling a chill roll down your spine, a certain pleasure already rousing inside of you, as if to mock you. 

Sylus scoffs into a smile as he bends down, his two palms settling beside your thighs.

“You said the same when I asked if you wanted dessert” Sylus frowns and you have to stop yourself from grimacing at the memory. It was an awful habit of yours; you know better than to hold back when it comes to dining with Sylus. The look of pure shock once you almost declined desert was enough to send you spiralling for months - luckily, Sylus didn’t make a fuss, he simply ordered for you. 

Your thoughts snap back to the present when you feel his touch move from your thighs, he drags it slowly, painfully slow, against your waist, until it’s at your neck, holding you gaze up at him, firm. 

“You don’t need restraint when it comes to me” Sylus whispers, leaning in, his lips soft and delicate on the shell of your ear, “so I’d like to hear at least a little of your selfish desires, sweetheart”.

You let out a shaken exhale when you feel a pinch at your jaw, a wet sensation following before he moves to your neck. 

“You’ve been so good, all night” he mumbles, suckling on your skin, this time, a little harsher, “don’t you think you deserve a little more than what’s necessary?”

A shaken exhale leaves your lips, he’s doing it again, teasing you, being relentless in the softest, tamest way possible.

“A kiss”

Sylus pauses for a moment, before cracking into a soft chuckle at your sudden demand - truly, you knew just how to amuse him. It was sweet how innocent you were at times. And who is he to not play along for a little while longer?

“Mm? A kiss? How many?” He smiles, speaking onto your lips as he watches your breaths quicken - you looked right about ready to pounce on him.

“Just… just one” you breathe onto his lips, and before you can finish, he’s already caught you into his kiss. It doesn’t last nearly as long enough, even when you try your hardest to keep him there - part of you believes he does this on purpose. 

“Enough?” He watches you squirm a little longer before finally giving in, 

“Two”

“Two? Oh, your greed knows no amounts” he muses, leaning in to latch onto you once more. Once you melt into his arms, Sylus is satisfied with what he’s made of you; his sweetheart, needy and greedy for more.

“More”

“Hm?” Sylus cocks his head to the side, biting onto him lip before speaking in that honey-laced tone of his, “Where have your manners gone, sweetie? You were being so polite only moments ago.”

“Please Sylus” you whine, you voice the loudest it's been since you returned home. Sylus chuckles, scooping you into his arms and settling toward the head of the bed. He keeps you seated on his thighs, before pulling you close, his lips following shortly after. You don’t know what comes over you, but you can’t stop latching onto him - his lips were always dangerously addictive, he knew exactly how to kiss you, exactly how to savour you, exactly how to reel you in to want more. 

As you begin to rock your hips onto his, Sylus closes his eyes momentarily, relishing in the feeling of your weight; you remember to lean over for a pillow, settling it right behind his head before you continue. He chuckles at your sweet gesture, as his hands grasp your hips tighter, pulling you impossibly closer, before moulding himself against you. 

Everything is hot and heavy until you find yourself grow stiff when his fingers reach the back clasp of your dress. As you falter in your pace, Sylus raises his eyebrows at you,

“You like the dress so much, you don’t want to take it off? Hm?” he teases, eyes intent on yours as he leans in to kiss you once more, “Don’t you think you’re being unfair? You ripped away my shirt just a moment ago…” 

When Sylus releases your lips with a singular pout, you’re sure he’s mocking you. You tug him closer instead.

“If you do it, do it quickly” you say with a scowl so adorable he has to giggle - Sylus is known to take his time when he undresses you, so much so to a point you find yourself growing embarrassed with how long he takes. It was one thing to be bare under the sheets, it was another for him to stare at every inch as he peels you away, layer by layer. At times like that, you felt much like a small specimen under a microscope - you understand Sylus did it on purpose, there was a sick part of him that liked seeing you so embarrassed. You’re lucky tonight, Sylus was feeling a little kind. 

“So bossy” he hums, you feel his fingers circle your back, “I’ve changed my mind”.

“We have the whole night, I might as well appreciate you with the pretty dress I got you” he smiles, his fingers already playing with your clothed core before slipping under it. You gasp as you feel his digits slip inside of you all of a sudden - you understand he too, does that on purpose. Your eyebrows knot upwards as you close your eyes, whimpering at the sudden sensation,

“I do like it” you say softly, feeling him curl inside of you, “a… a lot”.

“Hm?” Sylus raises his brows, prompting you to elaborate, 

“The dress”.

“Yeah? I picked it out for you since you haven't been shopping in a while” he smirks, you squeak softly as he prods into you.

“That’s why ah-” you stumble, “since you picked it Sy… I like it”.

Sylus lets out a string of soft curses, and you can see something in him has shifted when his touch stops and leaves you entirely. As if the careful patience he has been controlling for so long has finally snapped, just like that. 

And just like that, Sylus is all too consumed with reaching his every desire with you. 

You’re about to whine about the loss of your anticipated orgasm till he shifts you off of him. He speaks, in a cooler, more animalistic tone. 

“Turn around” 

You swallow, thickly; flustered at the sudden change, but you have no choice but to obey, especially when he’s this convincing. It isn't long till your panties are swiftly pulled away from you, the bottom of your dress hiked up, with Sylus pushing himself into you, just like that. 

Your heart hammers against your chest as you hold yourself up, finding it increasingly difficult as time passes, but Sylus’ firm hold on you doesn't allow you to fall. 

“You have no idea what you do to me, sweetie” he grumbles, turning your chin over to meet him, his lips, hungry to take yours in. Messy and sloppy, you moan into him, feeling the utmost filthiest of your desires for the night unfold all too easily, “so pretty, every word you say to me”. 

You certainly didnt mean to rile up Sylus by complimenting his efforts in choosing your dresses. But you definitely weren't complaining about the outcome.

As you slump into your pillows, Sylus chuckles above you, “Too much? You can handle more than this”, you let out a soft complaint as he turns you on your back, his eyes scanning you up and down. You knew that look. And he knows, you know that look.

Sylus smirks, a taunting tone of his voice, it was almost a sing song of mockery - but to your ears, blinded by the shame of tonight, you fall for it. 

“Look at that, a loose thread. We should take off the dress before it does more damage, no?” he says, still catching his breath from finishing his high.

You don't say a word more, worried at the state of the dress - he certainly made a valid point, but at the same time, you still wanted the security blanket of the dress. 

“You can’t buy another one?”

“No sweetie, it was a limited collaboration”. 

Sylus smirks at the sight of you, a poor wounded puppy, your eyes wet, lips plump, hair dishevelled. Hesitantly you decide to sit up, deliberating on taking it off, but when Sylus speaks next, you feel your face heat up again. 

“What is it, you don’t wanna show me the pretty set you wore underneath, hm?” 

When you look at him like a fish in water, stuttering out claims that you didn’t have anything special worn out for him, he chuckles. 

“Thought I wouldn't catch on, hm?” he leans in to help you undress, it’s quite clear that you were already caught the moment he got eyes on the lace under your dress. Of course you wore a matching set under it - you do it every time you go out to dinner with Sylus, you anticipated jumping on him at every moment, but you were far too scared to ever initiate it. Unfortunately for you, Sylus had already taken half off half of your set, leaving you even more bare for him.

“I’m sorry I got impatient” he breathes, his fingers teasing at your folds as you shiver against the newfound coldness that’s brought to you after Sylus has peeled off your dress entirely; he does it so swiftly that you don’t have time to protest. He is used to this, after all.

“I promise I'll let you wear it properly next time”.

Sylus leans in to kiss at your forehead, his fingers sauntering to your shoulders, before reaching behind you for the clasp of your bra. You scrunch your eyes closed, embarrassed and hot as the final layer keeping you sane is snatched away and thrown onto the floor. Sylus soothes you with a plethora of his sweet sensual kisses, and you find yourself almost drowning in the bliss as he takes you in completely. 

As you unravel once more, you look away from him immediately, flushing. It only makes Sylus scoff into a smirk, his fingers tapping at your cheek to bring your gaze back to his. 

"Sweetie, don't you think you're being a little too shy with me?" he muses, "We've been in this position quite a few times now, you know”.

You too, wonder why it is that you find yourself like a frightened little bunny every time you're under Sylus. 

"I'm sorry" you mumble in somewhat of a whimper, looking away to the side only momentarily as Sylus brings you back sharply with a tug at your chin. Your eyes are met with his deep red ones, glaring into you with a heat that only now burned a little harder. You knew how he hated hearing you apologise.

"That wasn't a prompt for an apology."

"You sounded like you were complaining so I thought-" before you can finish your sentence you’re cut off by a sharp snap of his hips. You cry out as he sighs, partly from frustration. Sylus doesn't give you time to catch your breath; he’s back at his relentless pace once again. Your head spins as he hums into your neck, 

"Mm. My mistake" he hums, "It was merely a piece of commentary”.

At your continued silence, Sylus grows even more restless, "You don't believe me, sweetie?"

You whine, your arms gripping around his neck, you bring him in closer, your legs wrapping against his hips to chase the feeling of him digging into you, deeper. 

"I'll try harder to be braver" you moan, wincing as you feel his teeth nip at the sensitive skin on your neck, "You don't need to."

"I want to."

Breathier, Sylus moulds into you, he’s at his limit, he’s barely staying sane for the conversation between the two of you. But he knows it’s important. "For yourself or for me?"

"Both" is the last thing you manage before you feel your orgasm hit, falling onto your pillow, your forehead glistening with your efforts for the night. Sylus, as usual, recovers quite quickly, he manages to remain atop of you, 

“How cute” he whispers, kissing your lips quickly, “But don't force yourself. I like this part of you too. it’s endearing in its own way”.

"Seeing you hold back, seeing your patience slowly wither away" he hums, eyes round and adoring as he wipes away at the beads of sweat formed around your temple, "seeing you finally give in to your desires after painfully waiting like the sweet sweet girl you are”.

Sylus calls you a sweet girl, but it was he who had you lost in the sweet honey of his voice. Truly, you could fall asleep to it, it was as tender as a lullaby putting you to sleep.

"If it doesn't cause you turmoil, I don't mind."

"I hate seeing you undergo unnecessary predicaments." 

“I'll do my part to make you more at ease, kitten”.

"You have me, always, you don't need permission to touch me." 

You try to wake yourself up as you feel yourself getting cleaned up by Sylus. You manage to catch his hand as it trails the cloth over your sex, but he swats you away instead, to continue his clean up on his own.

"Sorry" you mumble, sleepily. Sylus furrows his brows at you, an index finger at your forehead, pushing you with barely 1% of his strength, yet it manages to push you to lay back on bed. 

"No more of that word. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose”.

"Sor-"

"Sweetie", Sylus cut you off, cold, yet utterly resistible, 

"You may be timid, but you are certainly quite cheeky". 

chuu's note: I am down bad for this mc ngl. I think she works well with sy since he's such a sweetheart ugh but I definitely do wanna make more for the rest of the boys - because sharing is caring AYAY! I hope this wasnt ass btw I think you can tell I got shy writing this ahahah!

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he feels SO proud of you the first time you pout and tell him that wasn’t what you ordered.

“leb… this isn’t what i ordered,” you frowned, caleb feels his heart soar at how proud he is of you. he immediately calls the waiter over and has them bring the right food out, he smiles brightly when you tell the waiter what you’d originally ordered.

he is incredibly healing when you’re in a group setting, always listening to you so intently and responding to you when you think no one is listening.

“what happened after that?”

“is this the same prof you said had a 2.0 average?”

“didn’t that same coworker have a messy breakup a month ago?”

someone once said you were too quiet and needed to speak up, caleb almost crushed them with his evol and you had to stop him.

“we can’t even hear anything you’re saying, why can’t you ever talk louder?” they’d groan, you felt heat spread up your neck and across your face, blood going cold as you apologized, tears pricking your eyes.

“what the fucks your problem?” caleb growled, eyes dark as he turned to them, brows furrowed angrily as he stood from his seat.

“doesn’t it get annoying dude? it’s like you always have to fucking babysit” they scoff, standing up to try and seem tough, only to not even be eye level to your boyfriend.

“watch your fucking mouth,” his voice is low and dangerous, theres familiar purple rays distorting around the man, his knees buckle underneath the pressure of gravity, your eyes widen.

“caleb cmon let’s just go, please?” you say quietly, gently touching his arm. his head whips around to you, face immediately softening and eyes sparkling when you give him a pout. “please?”

you glance over your shoulder as the two of you walk away. calebs words repeat in your head.

‘you don’t have to take what they give you if you don’t like it.’

maybe his bold demeanor had rubbed off on you. before you know it you’re lifting a hand and flicking him off, yelling from a couple feet away,“pussy ass bitch!”

your heart races as you and caleb walk away. calebs jaw is practically on the floor as you laugh in disbelief of your own actions.

“this is why i never make you angry,” he chuckles, “the shyness is actually just a façade, you’re terrifying.” you roll your eyes at him, pinching his arm softly.

caleb is never shy when it comes to you, any social media he has is littered with photos of you. there’s a picture of you on the back of his phone case, in his wallet and in his colonel hat. he has a framed picture of the two of you on his desk. he calls you to look out the window and making a heart shape with the plane he’s piloting.

caleb tells everyone about you. how funny you are, how sweet and thoughtful you are, how lucky anyone would be to be let into your heart.

and when you get insecure about how shy you are, he’s quick to comfort you.

“you’re perfect the way you are, there isn’t anything wrong with being shy,” he kisses your temple. “plus you’ve grown a lot since i first met you, you even ordered for both of us when i went to the restroom the other day!”

you groan at his words, “that’s such a baby step! i wish i could be more like you,” you frown, messing with the rings on his fingers.

“a little growth is still growth is it not?” he waits for your rebuttal, grinning when it never comes. “the right people will come along for you, people who care to listen and who will love you like i do— well not as much as i do, no one will love you as much as i love you,” he mumbles, smiling when you smack him softly, craning your neck to look up at him.

“i love you caleb,” you say, words crystal clear.

“i love you, sweet girl,” he replies.

caleb loves how shy you can be, it just means he gets to take care of you more than he already does <3

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it would make sense, honestly. 

you started having these thoughts when you first had discovered rafayel’s scales. they were beautiful, shining under the moonlight. and they felt strangely cold under your tentative touches. you liked the way they seemed to glint with every movement your boyfriend made, and he couldn’t help but bask in your attention, enjoying how mesmerized you seemed to be by something so ordinary to him. 

the discovery of his tail had you gasping, watching as his lower body morphed into something straight out of a fairytale. it was bigger than you could have ever dreamed of, fins akin to flowy silk. you couldn’t pinpoint the color, nuances of blue and purple and hues of pink dancing under calm waves. your eyes darted towards his ears, the skin mirroring his tail’s colors as they stretched into their own appendages. you carefully traced the fins between his fingers, admiring the length of his nails and their intriguing color. rafayel found amusement in your amazement. 

above being an artist, your lovely boyfriend happened to be a singer as well. his voice was light whenever he’d sing you lullabies, deeper when he hummed while busying himself with various chores, alluring every time he sang with actual purpose. you loved listening to him, really, although the sound of his voice was sometimes dizzying. you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose, hypnotizing you with the beauty of each note spilling past his lips. and rafayel simply smiled to himself, satisfied with the effect he had on you. 

but those were such obvious signs that lemurians were probably closer to sirens than mermaids were (that is, if either of them existed). and they weren’t as bad, really. you truly enjoyed admiring your lover, despite feigning disdain at his smug expressions when you’d gasp in shock at a new discovery surrounding his identity. 

you often were reminded how sirens were not just deadly but seductive. how else would they lure anyone to the depths of the waters? how else would they feed themselves if they didn’t make use of their assets? 

and rafayel wasn’t shy to do so. 

you thought you were reading too much into it at first. 

it started with a yawn and a stretch. tired, rafayel would lean back into the couch, slowly lifting his arms above his head. his shirt rode up and he didn’t miss the way your eyes darted down to catch a glimpse of his stupidly defined v-line and the sneaky peek of his boxer briefs. your lashes fluttered and before you could even process or pretend not to have been ogling him, the sound of a satisfied sigh reached your ears, bordering on a straight-up moan. at your expression, rafayel had only chuckled, clearly proud of himself. 

his voice was pure vice. like liquid sin luring you closer and deeper. the way he toyed around with tones and studied your face to see which one left you the most speechless. going up and down in octaves, whispers slithering into your mind, drawling out letters and syllables in such a way it had your head spinning. it got even worse when he would steal kisses after kisses from you, murmuring sin after sin into your lips and coaxing you to drink them up. and you did, with no complaints, tilting your head even further back to let the scorching sweetness slide down your throat. 

the way he looked at you was even more unbearable. tilting his head to the side, a smirk slowly curling his soft lips up as the light in his eyes disappeared under his droopy eyelids. anyone would probably look ridiculous if they ever attempted that expression but you just felt like you let yourself drown deeper and deeper into the depths of his purple and reddish pools. he looked sultry like this, seductive in a way that felt more like a trap than an invitation. you couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t even utter a word, simply staring back at him with your mouth parted open and your cheeks burning with the shame of your dirty, dirty thoughts. 

the mental torture didn’t stop there and you didn’t know if you liked how far your boyfriend would go or if you’d rather get on your knees and beg him to stop – he might like it, now that you think about it, seeing you in such a compromising position. he’d get home and, under the guise of but cutie, i’m just gettin’ comfy here! would search for your gaze, let his hands slide down to his pants and unbuckle his belt. one step forward, two steps back. a boyish grin on his surreal features. he’d pull on the leather and you’d look away, stuttering something about you really need to stop stripping anywhere, raffie. to which he’d only offer you a windchime laugh, finding your embarrassment to be the sweetest thing ever. 

there were instances where he’d messily eat or drink the moment he knew your eyes were on him. letting water slide down his chin and licking off ice cream that had for some odd reason spilled all the way down his wrist. he’d dart his tongue out and tortuously drag it up his hand and wrap his lips around his fingers, sucking on the sticky substance. it was disgusting. gross. so repulsive you felt a strange twist in your gut and a searing heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. 

“are you trying to seduce me?” you ended up asking one day, unable to endure his behavior any longer.

rafayel stood before you in all his shirtless glory, slipping on a burgundy dress shirt in front of his mirror. he had barely buttoned it up, leaving a large portion of his deliciously sculpted chest all for you to see, when he turned around at the sound of your voice. 

“don’t play dumb,” you warned him as he attempted to look innocent, eyes wide and pleading at the mean tone you were using.

with a huff of laughter, he dropped his little act. 

“am i?” he asked back, a teasing lilt to his voice that made you purse your lips in irritation. 

he was doing this on purpose, there was no other rational explanation. 

“raffie,” you whined, glaring at him with nothing else but pure frustration in your voice. 

he thought it was cute. of course he did. the huffing and puffing he was met with made every single one of his – sometimes embarrassing – attempts at breaking your character worth it. with a deceivingly gentle smile gracing his visage, he walked up to you in a deliberately slow manner. 

he grabbed your hand tenderly, using the other to back you against the wall, chin between his fingers. 

“aw, what has gotten you so upset, honey?” he taunted, faux-sympathy making you hesitate between slapping him and furiously making out with him. 

“don’t play dumb,” you repeated like an idiot, weakly hitting his shoulder, looking down in defeat. 

rafayel’s eyes shone with something softer, choosing to go a little easier on you. he’s been cruel enough as it is. 

his hand slid up your arm, drawing goosebumps all over your skin. the touch was feather-like, barely there, but it felt like he had grasped your very soul with the only purpose to torture it. fingers brushed your hair away, tucking it behind your ear, his face inching closer until your noses brushed together. you barely were able to breathe, letting out a small noise when he pushed his forehead against yours, tilting your head up. 

“i love you,” rafayel murmured into your lips, and when he received no response he tilted his head. 

“hm?” he pushed a little, his insistence forcing you to look into his eyes.

“i love you,” rafayel repeated, expectant and you repeated right after him, a small whisper that he didn’t waste time to swallow as his lips pushed against yours. 

his hands curled around your hair, gripping your jaw, pushing you further into the wall, pulling you impossibly closer. he was everywhere, all-consuming, claiming, possessing you. and you let him, you let his mouth breathe in your soul and his hands snatch your heart away from your chest, knees buckling as you messily fell to the floor. 

he followed along, laughing breathlessly at the ridiculous predicament you found yourselves in and you smiled in such a timid way it had his chest squeezing. 

he was gonna eat you whole. 

“too much?” rafayel asked, his fingers caressing the slope of your nose and the curve of your lips. 

when you nodded, he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.

an apology. 

“i’m assuming my attempts at seducing you worked,” he joked lightly and smiled brightly at your giggles, enamored by the beautiful sound.

you nodded your head, glee in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around your loving boyfriend and pulled him closer to you, kissing his lips so quickly he could have dreamt this moment. 

“don’t go?” you pleaded cutely, batting your lashes at him and rafayel didn’t have the strength to attend his art exhibition anymore, already thinking up an excuse to throw at thomas when he’d question him later tomorrow. 

“‘m not goin’,” he mumbled, his eyes darting to your lips, his own following suit, drowning you into the depths of the night. 

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Teasing Sylus with your responses as you had been all day, “Yes, daddy.”

“Would you—” he narrows his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, “cut it out, kitten. I’m serious.”

You grin at him, “Okay, daddy, whatever you say.”

“You’re insufferable. I am not that much older than you, you realize that, right?”

“Sure, but—many other elements fit the bill, is all I’m saying.”

He cocks his head to the side, “Is that right? Like what, kitten?”

You tap your chin with your index finger mockingly before speaking, “Demeanor, hair color, incredibly wealthy, a little—very—bossy…you know, the list goes on and on, honestly.” He simply smirks at you, stepping a bit closer to you. “You literally call me kitten!”

***

“Open your mouth, kitten.” Whining, his index and middle finger slip between your lips and press flat against your tongue—pushing just a tad bit too far toward your throat.

“Ngh—” Refraining from a gag, your eyes start to water—but...that doesn’t stop you from wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking.

When he pulls his fingers out, his voice is firm, “Say thank you.” Before you can speak, with a sudden snap from his hips forward, a gasp rips straight from your throat as he’s back to being completely buried inside you.

“Mm—nngh! T-thank you, daddy.”

Gripping your jaw, his lips hover directly above yours while he fights back a grin, “You’re very welcome, kitten...”

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On your tippy toes in the kitchen trying to put away some dishware on the very top shelf, “Daddy, will you help me put this away? I can’t reach.” As soon as the word “daddy” leaves your lips, Caleb’s eyes immediately turn toward you. Despite hearing it many times already, it was typically in a coo to your children about him and in front of him—not to him directly.

The way your hips pressed against the counter and the arches of your feet wiggled…tiny breaths spilling out as you struggled made the word seem…much different—to say the least.

Affectionately speaking to, about, and near each other as parents using Mom, Dad, Mama, Dada, Mommy, and Daddy had all become second nature quite truthfully. An overwhelming majority of the time, any of these terms sent a warm, cozy feeling through each of you.

This time, it definitely sent a feeling. It was warm, perhaps, but it definitely wasn’t “cozy.”

You gasp and teeter on the balls of your feet when his left arm suddenly coils around your waist, his chest pressing into your back. You didn’t even hear him coming. His hand flattens over your ribs, his fingertips pushing into your skin over the material of your top.

His hips push forward, keeping you against the counter and on your tippy toes. “Ngh—h-hey…”

“Mmm…” His face nuzzles into your neck, pressing a light kiss against your skin, “Daddy, hm?”

Caught in his grasp, “H-huh? I call you daddy all the time, don’t I?”

“…Not like that.” Without proper warning, his hand shifts off your ribs to grope your left breast, his mouth hot on your neck.

You do well to keep your voice down, “H-hey—! Ngh—the k-kids—”

He mumbles into your neck, squeezing you, “Living…room—mm—”

His other hand comes around and grabs your right breast, pulling you with both of his hands further back against his chest. “Nngh—y-you—” you laugh quietly, “liked it, did you?”

His hips grind forward into your ass, “Mhm…” His teeth then sink into your neck, a subtle groan breaking against your skin, “Mmhm…”

“I can se—feel, that…daddy.”

“Hngh—stop it.”

You laugh, leaning your head back to rest in the crook of his neck and shoulder, “Stop it? You came over here, da—”

Silenced mid-sentence, you gasp when his fingers pinch your nipples through the fabric of your shirt and thin bra, “Mmm…” His lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering, “If you don’t quit it...daddy’s gonna have to fuck you...”

“Ngh—well, maybe I’d like that.”

He chuckles lightly, “Mm, I’m sure you would.” Letting your chest go, his hands find the hem of your top and slip underneath, putting his hands right back on you. He groans into your neck, offering another quick bite before his mouth finds your ear, whispering, “I bet you want daddy to cum in your cute lit—”

Suddenly, a quiet voice echoing from the living room gets louder, and you both realize the voice’s arrival is imminent. You’ve never let go of one another faster than right then. Turning on his heel, Caleb practically darts out of the kitchen and down the hall, but not without giving you a glance over his shoulder first.

***

Later on, in the midst of getting ready to settle in for the night, Caleb’s sitting shirtless at the end of the bed. After coming out from the bathroom and spotting him, you instantly crawl up on the bed, sitting behind him up on your knees and draping your arms over his neck and shoulders. You lean over his left shoulder and press a gentle kiss against his cheek, “That really messed you up, huh?”

He stammers, “N-no, shush!”

You lean back again, “Mmm—” letting your hands smooth out over his chest, “you’re just the best daddy, hm?” He twitches in place and you bring your lips to his neck, “Take such good care of me…” He groans when you squeeze his muscles, pushing your nails into his skin, “My strong, loyal husband, hm?” You sprinkle light kisses on his neck, “Little weak in the knees from getting called daddy, aren’t you?”

He lets out a quiet whimper before speaking, “Quit i-it.”

You bring your lips to the edge of his ear, whispering, “What were you saying earlier? Oh, that’s right. Something about how I want daddy to cum inside m—”

I wasn’t aware you knew so many curse words, kitten.

You sniffled, laughing at your screen despite your tears. You’d been texting Sylus non-stop for the past two hours, complaining about your job and your growing aversion to it. You weren’t sure how or when it had started. Perhaps all the way back when you realised that the fearsome Onychinus leader wasn’t the villain the Association made him out to be. Perhaps it was your growing number of co-workers who thought they were better and stronger than you because of their more active Evol, or your superiors who demanded more and more and more without any recognition whatsoever.

You were tired, burned-out, and quite frankly, fed up. You woke up, forced a nutritious breakfast down your throat, went to work, killed some Wanderers, came back home, had some protein-packed dinner and then curled up in bed. Rinse and repeat. No wonder Sylus’s life seemed so much more exciting.

You doubted more and more if this was the life you wanted to keep living until you retired, especially now that you knew Valko, who could leave society behind for as long as he pleased whenever he wanted, as free as a wild wolf—literally.

Another message from Sylus chimed in.

Come over after work. Let me take your mind off things and spoil you tonight.

You smiled.

Sounds heavenly, you texted back, right before a message from Valko popped up.

Back in town. When can I see you? You flinched when your superior called your name. Stupid paperwork, stupid reports, stupid annual leave of Captain Jenna.

You didn’t get a chance to text him back until you clocked out for the day, later than planned, too. It was just after nine when you finally mounted your bike and raced straight to the N109 zone with a growling stomach, tears in your eyes and a dire need for cuddles from your favourite dragon.

Sylus was already waiting for you by the ajar door when you arrived. He usually tracked your location as soon as you entered the N109 zone to make sure you got to him safely.

You took off your helmet, parked the motorcycle and threw yourself into his arms. Your salty tears stained the dark-red shirt he was wearing today.

Sylus said nothing. He led you inside and simply held you close and let you bawl yourself out until you finally stopped shaking.

“Who made you cry, kitten?” he murmured.

“N-no one in particular. It’s just… everything’s too overwhelming right now. I’m questioning my life choices.”

“As long as you don’t question my part in it, I’m happy to be frustrated with you.” His hug tightened as you sat down on his leather sofa. One of his sweaters that always swallowed you whole, some fuzzy socks and a cosy, heated blanket were already waiting for you there, along with takeaway from your favourite restaurant. Your eyes teared up once more.

“Thank you, Sy,” you breathed out, getting changed quickly before digging in like a starved man. Sylus watched you like a hawk. You were rather certain he would take the chopsticks from you and feed you if he figured that you didn’t eat enough.

“I haven’t had a chance to text Valko back yet. I got interrupted at work. He returned to Linkon today. Can you get me my phone? It’s in my bag.”

“I’ll take care of it.” It was a strange constellation, the three of you, truly. But ever since Valko claimed you as his fated mate, he couldn’t get enough of you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. But there was also Sylus, whom you loved more than anything in the world, and whom you would never leave.

When guilt began to wreck you, and you swore to yourself to never keep them a secret from one another, Valko understood that there was someone in your life already. And so, somehow, against all odds, the man you shared a soul with and the werewolf who claimed to be your Alpha agreed to share.

They stayed out of each other’s way, mostly, but for their utmost priority—you—they always kept in touch.

Sylus made sure you ate every last bite. You took his hand without hesitation when he offered it to you afterwards and took you to the patio.

It was dark out already, darker than before, and his hot tub was running and bubbling like a cauldron.

“Oh, so it’s that kind of ‘spoiling me’ night?” you asked with a content smile.

Sylus chuckled. “It’s that kind of night.”

He handed you a towel, and you shrugged off his sweater. “I didn’t bring a bikini though. Are there still any in your bedroom drawer?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t check. But does that matter? It’s just the three of us.”

You flipped around. “Three?”

Your question was answered before Sylus had a chance to explain.

Valko stepped into view, still wearing his glasses and white coat from what looked like a lab day.

“Valko! What are you doing here?” You jumped into his arms, letting him lift you off the ground.

“I invited him,” Sylus said. “I figured you needed your emotional support wolf today.”

“Hey, she‘s allowed to call me that. You’re not.” You giggled, nuzzling into him. “I heard you had a bad day at work, pancake?”

“A terrible day. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back sooner.”

“It’s okay. I’m here now.” He turned to Sylus. “Sorry I’m late. Luke and Kieran are terrible at giving directions.”

Sylus scoffed. “Oh, I know. But I figured that if you got lost, I’d have her all to myself.”

“An ulterior motive as always. Fiend.”

“Dog.”

You chuckled. “Guys!”

Sylus smirked. “Get undressed, kitten. I’ll go get us some wine.”

Blood bit at your cheeks. It was nothing the two of them hadn’t seen yet; still, you couldn’t help but feel shy when you stepped out of your underwear and tiptoed over to the hot tub nude and on bare feet.

Valko sniffed. You could practically feel his yellow eyes glued to your body when you stepped into the bubbling hot tub with its changing LED lights throwing shadows on your bare skin. Purple, blue, green, yellow, red…

Your wolf climbed in right behind you. He’d… always been exceptionally fast at removing his clothes, especially in the woods. You just about caught a glimpse of his flaccid member—delicious even in this state—before he sat down to your left and draped his arm around you. You sighed as the tension in your body slowly began to melt away like ice cream in the sun, the warmth of the water enveloping you like an embrace and draining the stress from you.

The clinking sound of glasses had you open your eyes again moments after you closed them when Sylus returned with a bottle of his most expensive wine and popped the cork to fill the three glasses he brought.

“Is that the one with the chocolate aromas?” Valko asked.

“Yes. I do value hospitality, you see.” Sylus’s eyes remained locked on you when he handed you both your glasses. Oh yeah, right. You were still naked. Your cheeks grew hotter, and his right eye flashed redder than usual.

“Are you coming in too?” you chirped.

He laughed. “I shall hope so. This is my hot tub, after all. Unless you’d rather have me watch without touching?”

Your eyes widened. Valko chuckled. “You always make it a point to fluster her like that?”

Sylus quirked an eyebrow at him. He shrugged off his clothes far more elegant than you had, and then, completely unfazed by Valko’s presence, joined you stark nude. He made himself comfortable to your right so you ended up sandwiched between them, then reached for his own glass he’d set down on the small side table next to the wine bottle and raised it.

“To you. To your health and well-being, kitten. Rest tonight.”

“Yeah, take a couple of days off and think things through,” Valko added.

You drew in a shaky breath. Heavens, they were both so sweet and caring; you were about to cry again.

You clinked your glasses and took a huge gulp when you noticed something warm rolling down your cheeks.

“Hey… It’s alright, pancake.”

“I’m just… really grateful for you two. And… that you seem to get along so well.”

Sylus laughed. “You know I have a soft spot for stray animals. It was only a matter of time for me to take him in.”

“Hey! Be glad I didn’t rip you to shreds when I first smelled you on her!”

“I would have loved to see you try.”

“Guys!” You laughed and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Let’s just… relax together. Tell me about your guys’ day. Please.” You brought your lips to your wine glass again, emptying it with but a few more sips.

Sylus’s eyebrow twitched. “More?”

“Yes.” You held out your glass to him, listening to Valko ramble about this new Protocore energy analysis program he was testing at this research lab as Sylus refilled it.

The more you drank, the more you became aware of your delicious predicament. The thought of sex hadn’t been high on your priority list lately, nor would you even have been in the mood, but now…trapped between the two men you loved more than anything in the world, all three of you naked, exposed, with only the warm, bubbling water hiding your most intimate parts…

You bit your lower lip. Fuck, you were in dire need of a distraction, and the way they both eyed you like you were about to be their dinner… Maybe they’d known exactly what you needed long before you knew it yourself.

Valko took a deep breath. His chest was heaving. “Your scent is giving away your naughty thoughts, pancake,” he mused. “You know that, right?”

Sylus took the already half-empty (again) wine glass from your hands. You barely registered anymore that he set aside his and Valko’s as well as with how flushed this unexpected situation made you.

“Oh? So is this the kind of distraction my kitten is looking for now?”

“As if… you weren’t… hoping for… and… provoking…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Not when Valko scooted even closer to you and buried his nose in your neck.

“You know… big bad wolves eat little kittens like you straight up,” he growled.

“I’m afraid so do dragons,” Sylus added. His long fingers found your thighs underwater, tracing invisible lines up and down your skin. “All you have to do is give the word…”

“A-Are you two s-sure about this?”

“Are we?” Valko asked. His wolf ears popped out, and he tilted his head.

“Y-yes, I mean, you both… a-at the same time, I… argh!” You gasped when Sylus dipped his hand between your legs and sought out your clit, applying soft pressure without a single care in the world.

“You’re already so wet, sweetie. Is this the wine talking… or do you want to be a bad girl for us tonight?”

You moaned by way of responding, making Valko chuckle against your neck.

“Oh, she definitely wants to be a bad girl.” He pulled your thigh towards him, spreading you open wider for Sylus’s seductive treatment. You almost hated how well he’d gotten to read you by now. Each and every touch was controlled and deliberate after months of exploring every inch of you and observing your every reaction. His long digits pampered your swollen pussy slowly and torturously, his gaze pinned on your face.

Breathing heavily, you let your head fall back, granting Valko better access to your throat. His hands came up to cup and knead your breasts and tease your hardened nipples the very moment Sylus used his free hand to grab your chin and turn your head to face him. His warm lips landed on yours, capturing them in a searing kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, controlling your lust and playing with you as he pleased and you… enjoyed every last second of it. Your eyes fell shut. You dug your left hand into Valko’s hair, the right into Sylus’s, willing them even closer.

Sylus released you to let you catch your breath, and Valko seized the opportunity to crash his mouth into yours. His kiss was messier, but just as endearing as your dragon’s. Heat pooled in your stomach, your legs trembling with pleasure.

Sylus pampered your clit with teasing, circular movements. With every passing second, you climbed higher and higher, your stress and sorrows all but forgotten. The LEDs underwater turned purple again.

“You’re getting close, bunny. I can smell it…” Valko pressed another kiss to your lips. Letting go of one of your breasts, he submerged his left hand underwater, fingertips sliding up and down your slick entrance. Blue.

A moan escaped your lips when he entered you with two fingers and curled them inside you. In and out, he quickly adjusted his delicious probing to Sylus’s ruthless caresses. Green. Oh fuck, you were going to come. Your grip around your boyfriends’ hair tightened, rewarding you with groans and deep chuckles. Yellow.

Valko lowered his head and closed his mouth around your left nipple; Sylus demanded another kiss. Orange.

They worked in unison as if they had never done things differently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for them to share you. Red.

Your entire body tensed up as you dropped into an abyss of pleasure with Valko’s and Sylus’s names falling from your lips. Convulsing around your wolf’s fingers and grinding against your dragon’s hand, you let your orgasm consume you, and bliss cloud your senses.

Neither of them let up until they’d wrung every last ounce of desire from your now limp body.

“Ohh…” You rested your head against Valko’s shoulder when he freed your nipple from his fangs and moved up again to support you.

“Let’s get her out of the hot water before she faints on us,” Sylus said. “That was a lot of alcohol you downed there at once too, kitten.”

You grinned weakly. “I’m drunk on something else right now, though.”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Valko chuckled. They both retreated their hands from your still throbbing middle, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of your climax, but not before Valko took a relished whiff of the fingers that had been inside you only moments ago.

Sylus looped his arm under your knees and wrapped the other around your waist. Effortlessly, he lifted you out of the tub. The cool air clung to your wet skin like an iron glove, making you shiver, but Valko followed you both suit, swiftly draping one of the soft and fluffy towels Sylus had prepared earlier over you.

You peeked down when he moved. Your lower regions clenched, yet another wave of arousal rippling through you. Valko was rock-hard, and you didn’t need to look down and check if Sylus was in the same predicament. You knew he was.

Still, neither of them made a move. Instead, Sylus carried you back to his living room and put you down on your own feet just long enough for Valko to dress you in a comfy bathrobe Sylus must have put out when he grabbed the wine. You blinked. They were making you all sleepy with their gentle treatment. Was that the goal? You watched them with tired eyes as they slipped into their own bathrobes. They pulled you down on the leather sofa with them, uncaring of the fact that you were all still a little wet. Valko pulled you into his lap; Sylus claimed your legs.

Your toes were icy compared to his heated hands. He massaged your feet to warm them up; Valko rested your head against his broad chest and began to stroke your hair. Both of them made sure not to grind their arousal against you and work you up once more, even though this must have been hell for them.

Your eyes fell shut once more.

“I love you both…so much…” you murmured.

“I love you too, kitten.”

“I love you too, pancake.”

You smiled as they both spoke at the same time. It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

He said it with so much conviction, his violet eyes glittering in the dim lighting of your apartment, mouth set in a determined line as if ready to fight any rebuttal you might have against his bestfriend: you.

Something shifted between you two and pulled, your eyes dropping to his lips and for a heartbeat you wondered why you couldn't have found someone like him instead.

"I'm sorry, I'm late"

Both your heads whipped around to the source of the voice at the entrance to your apartment, watching as Zayne took off his shoes, balancing his briefcase in one hand and a box of baked goods in the other.

Your already severed moment with Caleb shattered completely when you got up from the couch to make your way towards Zayne. Instead of helping him, you knocked on his shoulder with a closed fist "What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry" Now successfully having removed his shoes, he opened his arms for you and had to close his eyes and take a moment to revel in how perfectly you slotted against him "I come bearing gifts though"

"Ground rules" You mumbled into his shirt, wrapping your arms tighter around him "You're not allowed to say 'I told you so'"

"I would never" He promised, kissing the top of your head before placing his cheek there and holding you close.

It was only when the smell of the baked goods was too much to ignore that you pulled back, taking the box off his hands and making your way back to the couch where Caleb was waiting. Zayne put his briefcase down before he got comfortable on the other side, trapping you between your two bestfriends.

"You are so messy" Caleb laughed, wiping a crumb off your mouth as you chewed, glaring up at him and huffing "Nobody is taking these from you, Pips. You can take your time"

"That's not true. You! You would steal them from me like you did last time!"

"What can I say?" Caleb drawled, snatching up your favorite strawberry donut making you groan as he held it out of reach "You snooze you lose"

You turned to look at Zayne, big doe eyes and lower lip wobbling in that way he could never resist, making him sigh and turn to Caleb "Cale-"

"It's mine!" You shrieked, half climbing over Caleb to retrieve it who was still holding it out of your reach and laughing till you gave up, falling back into Zayne and crossing your arms "Like I'm not having a shitty enough day already now I also need to give up on my favorite food?"

"Aw, Pips. C'mon" Caleb tore a piece of the donut off for himself before offering the rest back to you "If you're going to be like that..."

You swat his hand away "I don't want your leftovers!" You turned to Zayne, pointing at Caleb and whining "He took the last good thing in my life!"

Zayne let out a sigh of long suffering "I just completed a 12-hour shift in the hospital and dealing with you two is still more taxing than that" Without getting up, he reached into his abandoned jacket lying on the adjacent sofa and pulled out a thin paper bag, handing it to you "Thank God I can anticipate your behaviors by now"

You opened the paper bag, squealing as you pulled out a fresh strawberry donut before leaning back and pressing a kiss on Zayne's cheek "This!" You pointed back towards him as you stuck your tongue out at Caleb who returned the gesture "This is a true friend!"

Zayne wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back into him as you spread your legs over Caleb's lap, happily munching into your donut "Who needs a deadbeat boyfriend when they've got such good bestfriends?"

Zayne brushed your hair out of your face, green orbs connecting with purple ones over your head as Caleb quietened down, eating his own donut in silent contemplation.

"Oh, I'm sorry" You pulled away from Zayne's embrace to look back at him "Do you want some?" Nudging Caleb with your foot, you glared at him "Why are you hoarding the entire box?"

"He could've asked" Caleb shrugged, still not making a move to hand over the box.

"Selfish" You mouthed at Caleb, holding your own donut up for Zayne "Here, you can have some of mine"

You watched as Zayne leaned forward without breaking eye contact, taking a generous bite out of your strawberry donut, the filling smearing against his mouth as he chewed. The heat in his eyes and the sudden awareness of his arms around you was making your body temperature rise.

Zayne wiped the filling off his mouth with his thumb before holding it to your lips that automatically part for his invasion "How's that taste?" He asks as you feel the flavors assault your taste buds.

"Sweet" You mumble, licking his thumb clean off any residue but Zayne doesn't pull back, just smears it on your lips, tugging your lower lip out as you watch him beneath your lashes, heartbeat tripling.

"Should we have some wine to celebrate?" He asks Caleb, the heated moment between you two immediately fracturing as Caleb nods his agreement and both your bestfriends rise, one on his way to find the expensive wine you hide in your cabinets and the other to hunt down your wineglasses leaving you sitting on the couch, wondering exactly what the hell just transpired.

You had been one exhale away from climbing into Zayne's lap and tasting the donut filling off his lips "W-What are we celebrating?"

Caleb replaced the forgotten donut in your hand with a wineglass as Zayne and him got comfortable next to you on the couch again "Your freedom from doucheface"

"I-" You settled back into the cushions, wondering if you were the only one feeling the charged tension between the three of you "Yeah-" You shook your head to clear your thoughts "You're right. He was- is- a piece of trash"

Zayne leaned an elbow on the backrest, head resting on his closed fist as he watched you go on "You know what he said to me? That he had to sleep with her because I wasn't good in bed! Me! Like he wasn't the one who took 3 business days to get it up!"

Caleb sputtered into his wine, laughing as he wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you close to ruffle your hair "That wasn't a clear enough sign for you to leave him?"

You pouted, fiddling with the material of the sweatshirt that you were wearing after having stolen it from Caleb "I was trying not to be someone who is that ...fickle"

"I think it's okay to be fickle in such situations, Pips" Caleb mused against your hair "You can tell whether or not a guy is worth his money within the first ten seconds of kissing him"

"That's nonsense" You claim, turning to Zayne for affirmation but he does not agree with you, instead shrugging in agreement to what Caleb said "If that were true, I don't think I've ever met a single guy worth my time"

"I highly doubt that" You feel the goosebumps rising on your body all the way from your hairline to your toes at the low timbre of Caleb's voice against your ear. When you look up to notice Zayne watching you with that heated look in his eyes again, you feel your thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

"I-I don't" You laugh nervously, unable to handle the scrutiny of your two bestfriends as you squirm.

You watch the silent exchange cross between your two friends before Zayne's hand rises higher from where it had been resting on your shin, playing with a strand of your hair, taking your untouched wineglass and setting it aside before murmuring "Let's remedy that, shall we?"

Suddenly all the air in the room isn't enough as Zayne crowds your space, his warm breath fanning your face as you are nose to nose with him, fighting to keep your eyes off his lips that are beckoning you.

"Do you want to?" You feel every syllable of the whispered question straight to your throbbing pussy.

"I-" You aren't sure what you planned on saying, if you had anything to say at all but thank God because Zayne wasn't even really looking for permission as his lips descend on yours, sweet from the strawberry donut he'd tasted with a tinge of the wine he'd been drinking mixed with it.

As his lips slot perfectly against yours, insistent and probing, you lose yourself in the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you open for his invasion, tongues entangling against each other as his hand cupped your face to keep you in place for him. You can feel the way your pussy is pulsing around nothing, the dampness between your legs as your hand wraps around his jaw to hold him close.

Just as swiftly as he'd swooped down to kiss you, he pulls back as you groan in protest, following his lips when he retreats. He's smirking down at you as you pout "We should give you a fair chance at comparison, no?"

And Caleb's hand that was wrapped around you is then turning your face sideways, meeting his lips halfway over your shoulder as you whimper into his mouth when he pulls your lips between his, the persistent way his tongue flattens against your mouth till you open for him making you dizzy, trembling in his arms as his tongue explores your mouth.

Your thighs are rubbing against each other, desperate for any kind of friction when you feel Zayne's palms on each of them, separating them as he settles between your legs, lips attaching themselves to your jaw, peppering kisses against the side of your neck.

It was effortless, the way they switched you between them. Zayne was gentle but unyielding, biting on your lip, soothing it with his tongue and swallowing your moans greedily. Caleb was more assertive, hands exploring the expanse of your skin beneath your his sweatshirt, sucking on your tongue and turning your mind to mush.

Zayne pulls away from your lips as you pant, fighting for air but never wanting to come up for it while Caleb sucks against the sensitive skin under your ear making you mewl. The dual assault is too much for your overworked brain.

"Is this okay?" Zayne's whispering, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, any skin that he can reach as his fingers splay on your bare thighs, rubbing circles, teasing the hem of your shorts that's ridden up.

"Yes" You're nodding, reaching for his shirt and pulling him closer "Yes, please"

"Begging before we've even started, Pips?" You feel Caleb's smirk against your skin as Zayne's fingers brush against the damp spot on your shorts.

"Fuck" Zayne groans against your throat "She's soaked"

Your protest is muffled by Caleb's lips as Zayne lowers himself to the floor, eye level with your clothed pussy "I call dibs"

Caleb pulls away at that, glaring "That's not fucking fair"

You giggle as Zayne kisses your knee before shrugging "You snooze you lose"

Caleb shuts you up by plunging his tongue into your mouth again as Zayne's fingers tease your throbbing pussy over your shorts before he's rolling them off you, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs, holding them apart as you instinctively try to close them.

"Too late to be acting shy" He murmurs, pressing on your clit through your panties, making you jolt and moan into Caleb's mouth. Then Zayne's mouth is on you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Tongue flat against your entrance, he's holding it in place before he licks a clean swipe, taking your clit between his teeth and pulling as Caleb's wandering hands finally cup your breasts under your sweatshirt, rolling the nipples between his fingers as he groans against your hair "Fuck, Pips. No bra?" You attempt to answer but it's futile when he's pulling at your nipples mercilessly till they peak.

The twin assault on your senses is too much for you. With Zayne lapping at your cunt without letting up and Caleb manhandling your breasts, you were sure you were toeing the line between insanity and nirvana. You have your thighs locked around Zayne's head as his nose bumps with your clit with every lick while Caleb takes your sweatshirt off, his lips connecting with yours again as your hips start moving against Zayne's face off their own accord, whimpering into Caleb's mouth.

Glasses fogged up, Zayne's mouth lifts off you as he watches your desperate expression, the way your pussy is fluttering, the way the muscles are twitching "Couldn't satisfy you, could he?" He mutters before taking his glasses off and diving right back in, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

You feel Caleb's smirk on your lips before one of his hands abandons your breasts and grabs your hand, tracing it down your body before he's guiding you into circling your clit with practiced precision, making your hips buck into Zayne's face.

"Oh my God-!" Eyes fluttering shut, you can feel the way your walls contract and before you know it, Zayne's inserting two of his own fingers inside, stretching you out as he scissors them inside you. Your entire body spasms, half hanging off the couch, cunt clenching impossibly tight as he curls his fingers and brushes against that soft spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you.

Your body is still twitching, but neither man seems to care as Zayne greedily laps up every last drop while you come down from your high. Your moan is embarrassingly loud when he pulls his fingers out of you, making your already drenched pussy throb harder when he licks your slick clean off his fingers, eyes never leaving yours.

He's then pulling you off the couch and onto his lap, lips covering yours as you taste yourself on him, moaning into his mouth as he guides his fingers to your damp cunt, teasing lightly "You taste so..." His whisper is right against your cheek, raising goosebumps on your skin "sweet" He finishes, plunging your fingers inside your wet entrance and making you gasp "Has it ever felt this good?"

You shake your head because no, it really hasn't. Among all your exes, not once has any of them gone down on you, let alone make you cum in record time like Zayne had. Your mind was swirling, but it was too late to worry about any lines blurring when the lines had been crossed so long ago that it was a distant speck on the horizon.

Not that you could find yourself to care because Zayne's murmuring against your ear "Let's not be too greedy, hm?" and turning you around in his lap, both knees flush against the carpet, your back against his front as he's pulling your fingers out, making you whimper as you brush the sensitive skin "Look at you"

Your fingers are drenched and coated in your slick but only momentarily because Caleb's lifting them to his mouth and licking your fingers clean, groaning against them as his tongue swirls between the v of your fingers "Fuck" He's looking right at you, the darkening of his amethyst orbs making your thighs quiver just looking at him. You feel fingers encircling your waist and cupping your breasts as he asks "You're gonna be good f'me, Pips?"

Zayne's kissing your nape, massaging your tits in his big hands, rocking his hard-on against the curve of your ass. Caleb's taken his jacket and t-shirt off, his belt's missing and the bulge in his jeans is outlining his arousal so clearly, you feel your mouth watering at the prospect of taking all of him- them, everywhere.

Pain shoots through you when Zayne pinches your nipples between his fingers "He asked you a question, sweetheart"

Your answer is helping Caleb take his cock out of his pants.

You would have never begged your parents to take you to Paris if you'd known you'd get to experience the Eiffel Tower at home one day.

Zayne's fingers are punishing on your hips as he drives into you with a force that has your entire body jostling. Caleb's grip in your hair tightens as you move your lips in tandem with Zayne's thrusts, tears overflowing as you struggle to take all of him. You don't know where they start and where you end, just that all your senses are muddled, too many hands reaching, groping, pushing, pulling every which way.

Caleb's running his hands through your hair almost reverently before he's gripping the locks by the scalp and turning your face up to look at him "I love your little efforts, Pips" He tells you as he taps the mushroom head of his cock against your lips "But I'm going to help you out now, m'kay?"

You can barely think, what with Zayne's thick cock curving inside you just right, hitting that sweet spot with every drawn-out thrust but you still manage to piece together enough of yourself to glare at your bestfriend "Are you underestimating me, you bastard?"

You can feel Zayne's smirk against your skin as he sucks a hickey onto your neck, when you reach for Caleb's cock with both hands because of course he couldn't be average sized and had to be nearly ten inches when completely hard. Whatever retort he was about to launch at you dies in his throat when you grip him so hard he almost sees his maker, grasp in your hair tightening when you press a thumb against his tip, making him jerk in your palms as you smirk up at him. God, it was gratifying to make them feel as good as they did you. To have that kind of power over them was a heady rush.

Zayne's wrapping an arm around your waist like a band as he jostles you upright, making you let go of Caleb. They're trapping you between them, Caleb's rock-hard length caught between your bodies as he kisses you till your head pushes into Zayne's shoulder behind you where he's steadying you by pulling your arm around his nape. Caleb's entire body with its rough planes and hard muscles are rubbing against your much softer one, elevating the pleasure Zayne was already wringing out of you. They felt so good together, you couldn't get enough of either. When Caleb's fingers find your swollen clit and presses down on it, you're a goner, cumming with such a force that it feels like an out of body experience for a second.

Zayne's cursing behind you, his voice husky as he groans at how tightly you're gripping his cock, pussy wrapped around his length like a vise. Your nails are scratching against his scalp, pulling back from Caleb long enough to fuse your mouth against Zayne's, clenching so tight around him that he cums with a growl, biting down on your lips, rutting against your cervix so hard, it has you whimpering as thick ropes of cum line your walls and drips down to your ankles.

When he finally unwinds from behind you, you're already being hauled over Caleb's lap, his chest to your back, rubbing his dick over your swollen pussy lips, his pre mixing with Zayne's cum that is still leaking out of you "Fuck, look at that"

With every flutter of your pussy, more of Zayne's cum pushes out, trickling down your thighs and forming a puddle underneath. Your eyes roll at the sight, head falling back into Caleb's chest as he keeps running his length against your weeping cunt. Your mouth falls open every time he breaches the entrance before retreating, the mushroom tip of his cock teasing your clit with every nudge.

"God, just-" You sigh, rolling your hips against him impatiently "Stop teasing me!"

"You hear that, Zayne?" Caleb is purring right next to your cheek "She's giving orders now"

You look up to see Zayne towering over you, palm grabbing your chin, caressing your jaw almost lovingly before he's pushing his thumb past your lips, pushing down on your tongue "Give her an inch, she'll take the whole thing, huh?"

Caleb laughs, slapping his dick over your pussy and making you gasp, opening your mouth wider for Zayne's intrusion "Should we give her what she wants?"

Zayne's glistening cock comes into view before he's mimicking Caleb's gesture against your lips, tapping the fat tip of his cock against your lips "If she asks nicely"

Any sense of propriety was already lost to you, you weren't going to bother for any pride when you knew how good they could treat you "Please" You began "Please please please fuck me-"

Your moan gets stuck in the back of your throat with Zayne's cock, where you're sure you might be feeling Caleb too with how deep he is filling you up. They're like minded in their goal to make you feel good, using you effortlessly for their own pleasure as Zayne fucks your mouth, fingers gripping your hair tight as he guides himself in and out of your mouth, groaning everytime you suction your lips. Caleb's thrusting up into your wet warmth, making your tits bounce as he grips your legs and spreads them farther over his own, splitting you wide open on his thick cock. His teeth are marking a way down your back as you convulse around him, legs shaking and fingernails raking down his abs. Your other hand is gripping Zayne's thigh as he uses your mouth without restraint, pumping in so deep your nose collides with his lower abdomen, groaning when you feel him growing bigger in your mouth.

Caleb moans when the end result to that is you squeezing around him so tightly, it has him seeing stars behind his eyelids, ears ringing with every slap of your ass against his balls. He wraps one arm around your throat, putting you in a headlock that has you dizzy, both from the lack of air and the dual assault on all your senses. Zayne's wiping the tears free falling from your cheeks, chasing the mascara streaks that have dried there. He's grunting when you dig your nails in deep to get him to pull out, grazing your teeth against his skin as he pulls out of you "Relax your throat, darling"

When you feel Zayne push his entire length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, coupled with Caleb's thick cock bruising your pussy, you squirt against Caleb's length, hearing how loudly he groans before he's emptying his load into you but you can't see anything except the white, hot blinding lights invading your vision. You feel the salty taste of Zayne's cum in your mouth, the way your legs are still spasming around Caleb's cock, the cum that is dripping out of both your lips.

Then Zayne's lips are on yours, tasting himself on you while Caleb's fingers are rubbing your clit as he whispers to the both of you "Should we take this to the bedroom?"

When you wake up, you find your body temperature heating up immediately at the very dirty dream you think you had. But when you feel an arm around your waist, your cheeks smushed against a firm body, hands on your breasts and your ass, body aching all over, your eyes snap open so fast it gives you whiplash.

Carefully- so carefully you look up and notice your face was squashed between Zayne's collarbones. Startled, you try to pull back- only there's no space. Caleb's hair tickles your back, he's restraining you around the waist, fingers half splayed over one boob. Zayne's hand is interspersed in the middle, gripping your ass with a thigh wedged between your legs.

Embarrassment could wait. Lack of oxygen couldn't.

First, you handle the hands, returning them to their respective owners. It gives you enough space to sit up sideways, carefully extracting your body from between the men and slithering off the bed. You go to stand and almost immediately crumple back down on the floor.

That's right. The bastards took turn breaking your pussy in bit-by-bit last night. You take the comforter with you as revenge.

When you finally manage to pull yourself to the kitchen for a drink of water, you decide to address the elephant in the room. You'd fucked both your best friends. And loved every second of it.

Shaking your head, you finished your glass of water. That was ridiculous. They'd probably done it to cheer you up, not to have you lust after them like some sex addicted succubus.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, trapping you against a warm body as Caleb's husky voice invaded your senses "Mornin' Pips"

God. You could climb him like a tree.

Reining in your horny thoughts, you nodded, afraid to face him or you'd actually end up jumping him "Morning"

"Good morning"

Head snapping up when you noticed Zayne in front of you, your pheromones stood up and applauded at his rolled-out-of-bed hair and morning wood that was apparent in his boxers.

"Morning" You repeated, trying not to look like you weren't undressing him first thing in the morning.

"You gon' do something stupid, Pips?"

Putting your glass down, you turned to look at Caleb over your shoulder "What do you mean?"

Cool fingers against your face, Zayne turned you to face him "Like pretend last night didn't happen?"

"Fuck no. I'd like a repeat.." You trailed off but Caleb's quiet huff of laughter reached your ears anyway, heat rising in your cheeks at Zayne's smirk as he stepped closer.

"Is that so?" He asked.

You nodded, pushing into Caleb's body as your fingers dipped below the waistband of Zayne's boxers.

"So, call out of work. Both of you. I still need cheering up"

A/N: Reader, after she's done with them-

Art by @/ponchi_040 on X

Of course he would ignore your question. So, you decide to ignore his blatant flirting. He was hedging just like you were, both of you, peas of the same pod. You wouldn't show your cards till he surrendered and from what you'd gathered, he wasn't one to bow out so easily.

Almost as if he could guess that you were getting ready to shut him out again, you notice the tiny -> arrow at the bottom of the page before you flip it around to see he'd scribbled something at the back as well.

Was that question too difficult? I understand. Here's a simpler one. What's your favorite color? The little bunny likes pink or purple but I can't tell. Does her Mommy prefer the same?

It was simpler. After putting your daughter to bed, you sat on the kitchen counter, pen poised at the paper but not writing. You couldn't remember the last time you'd thought about such innocuous things. A favorite color, your favorite weather or even something as silly as your favorite candy. It had been too long since you'd wondered about these things. That innocence had long been snatched away.

Lightning flashed outside the window, catching your eye. A moment passed before the rumble of thunder followed. And like everytime it rained, you were thinking of that night.

If you closed your eyes, you could still picture the droplets on your skin coming in through the open window. The glass shard seeping deep into your foot, the living room turned upside down and the TV shattered in the middle of it from where he had thrown it at you. Between it all, you hadn't been able to tell if your forehead was also cut or if it was the rain. It was such an impractical thing to be focusing on, but you'd chosen self-preservation. And yet, you didn't dare raise your hand to touch and find out, hadn't dared remove them from around your belly as you did your best to shield your unborn child.

Lightning struck outside the window again. And even with your eyes open, you pictured it clearly. The image burned deep behind your eyelids for all of eternity.

Crimson. Unlike any you'd ever seen. Shining, gleaming, burning.

With a wry smile, you refocus back on the paper and start writing.

Bunny's preferences change like the season. Last month her favorite color was orange. This month is pink.

Mine's red.

Mine's red.

Three words. Eight letters. Shot to his chest straight as if she'd uttered them right to his face.

Red. Of course your favorite color had to be red. The universe had a twisted sense of humor.

Lying in bed, your letter covered his eyes as Sylus inhaled every last bit of your perfume lingering on it. For the two weeks you had gone silent on him again, he wondered if you were done entertaining his antics.

Then he wondered if you'd correctly deduced the deeper implications of his question. The intimacy around it was as subtle as him screaming it in your face. And still, it bothered him. Every word you wrote to him bothered him. He wanted to get to know you but knew that anything personal would have you running for the hills. You were cautious, too cautious.

So, why then, were you entertaining a criminal? Involving your daughter in something that clearly went against your principles?

When he sits up, he notices the tiny, identical arrow at the bottom of the page and flips it over to see what else you had to say.

Dodging questions doesn't make you look any more innocent.

With a smile threatening to break, Sylus realizes you're not going to make it easy on him. He much preferred it that way. The following day, with his pen hovering over the paper, he makes up his mind as he begins writing.

The red packaging was glaring back at you.

Imagine your horror when you opened the sweet old lady's mailbox and a red package the size of your head, barely fitting inside was staring back at you. There was no mistaking who it was from, who it was for, and you'd quickly tossed it into your bag before anyone saw.

You were so paranoid that he might have someone watching at the post office for who takes his letters that you'd resorted to using this poor woman's address and now, now the fear had you by the neck, sweating and shivering in broad daylight.

You'd torn open the packaging as soon as you got home, before you even put your bag down, plucking out the softest, sweetest looking bunny plushie with pink fur complete with a purple tiara.

You hated your heart for flipping the way it did.

Does the little princess like her gift? I'm sorry for sending one impromptu without your permission.

Do you like yours?

You drop the letter immediately, digging through the box and coming up with a silk cloth. Too big to be a handkerchief, just barely passing the mark for a scarf. Silk, extravagant and pricier than you could ever afford. The little S stiched in the corner catches your eye, makes your heart race.

The color is an exact match of your favorite shade of red. Leaves you a little light-headed. And then the paranoia comes crashing back.

Akin to the previous letter, there's an arrow mark guiding you to flip the page.

I'm not innocent and I won't claim to be. I simply do not wish to lose a beloved pen pal and my access to her drawings.

I beat up a man within an inch of his life.

Your heart is beating so loudly that you cannot process anything over the rush in your ears. Cannot stop rereading the words. Cannot stop the tremble in your hands, the way they shake, the way your knees buckle. You hold on to the counter to give yourself some reprieve.

You'd been playing house with a criminal. How could you have given him the benefit of doubt for a single second?

Old habits die hard, you thought bitterly as you cleaned up the mess, tossing the wrapping paper and opening his letter to your daughter to inspect it. It was a pattern with you now. Ten guys could line up in front of you and you'd skip over all the 9 decent ones to choose the trashy jerk.

You're irrationally angry with yourself for entertaining him at all, for letting yourself get carried away like this. You're tossing the wrapping paper in the trash, mind half made up to do the same with the plushie but a hollow feeling taking shape in your stomach gives you pause.

The bunny is soft beneath your labor-roughened fingers, the calloused skin that was always peeling off. You wouldn't be able to afford buying a soft toy this expensive for your daughter without feeling like you'd burned a hole through your wallet. Even if you saved up for months, you would never put that money toward a plushie and you knew it. The one you'd recently bought for your daughter couldn't even begin to compare to this one.

You take your foot off the pedal of the trash can, sighing deeply. You were tired to the very bones of your body, so exhausted and worn out that you didn't remember a time before it. What it was to be carefree and relaxed. All your life, for as long as you could remember, had been spent running. First from your irresponsible, junkie parents who had tried selling you to be able to afford the drugs they preferred and then from your husband who'd trapped you in an abusive marriage before you could see the signs.

Placing the bunny on the counter, you pick up the letter again, ready to pocket it to trash it with the scarf later, when the tiny writing you didn't notice before catches your eye.

He deserved it.

The hollow feeling that had been expanding past your gut and into your chest bursts like a balloon, all the air in your lungs leaving you in a single exhale.

You don't know what it is about this criminal but his silent conviction and the quiet certainty with which he wrote those words gives you pause. He didn't overexplain his side, didn't try to play it off and brush it under the rug. He didn't shy away from answering your question (this time) but he didn't feel the need to defend himself.

With a sigh filled with long suffering, you come to a conclusion you're not enthusiastic about.

You believed him.

The little princess loves the plushie, thank you. I do hope this is the extent of your generosity though.

->

What did he do?

And you? Did you like your gift?

->

I think I'll spare you the gory details, darling. Trash needs cleaning and I feel necessary to see it through myself sometimes.

You stopped asking questions after that. You liked to think it was none of your business but frankly, you were scared to find out. Scared that his answer would inevitably lead to the end of this budding acquaintanceship.

It would seem Bunny wasn't the only one who was lonely.

Did you like your gift?

Your only guiding force in life was to give your daughter a good life and ever since she'd clutched your finger in the dingy hospital room where you'd given birth, you knew you'd do anything to make her happy. Happier than you could have ever imagined yourself to be.

To see those drawings with the black crayon marring all the other colors on the page had broken your heart. The fact that she didn't make a peep or a single complaint when you had to pull long shifts at work and couldn't pick her up from school wrecked your soul. You wanted to give her everything she'd ever want. That had made you risk something this dangerous just to please her. And you would do it every time.

But that scarf, that was the one thing that was yours. It was the first time you'd ever been gifted something, not too extravagant, barely constituting as a present but still, you wanted it just for yourself. For once. Something that inherently belonged only to you. That wasn't thrifted or bought second hand.

And so, it sat in the back of your closet, in an unmarked box like a secret. Like something of great value. Like it was your most prized possession. Like it was priceless.

It drew out a pathetic laugh from your throat. Your most prized possession was a handkerchief from a criminal serving a sentence of heaven knew how long? Truly pathetic.

No. And I would appreciate it you refrained from sending anything else going forward.

Now you weren't only pathetic, you were also a coward.

The following week, you receive a blank cheque in the mail.

I apologize for the gift; it was certainly in poor taste. There is no limit on the amount for the cheque. Treat yourself to something special on my behalf, please?

No innuendo. Just a request. Your gaze kept snagging on the last word like it was a gravitational pull. Why did you feel like this was a man that did not plead often, if ever?

The cheque feels weightless in your palm but also weighs you down like a truckload on your chest. Your eye immediately drops to check the name on the bottom right only to see initials.

S.Q

His name really was Skye then?

No matter how tempted you were, you refused to involve yourself with the likes of such men- people, again. You would not give him a chance to trace any of your actions back to you. The moment your daughter starts showing signs of her positive disposition returning, this penpal-ship was coming to an end.

But the sad, pitiful part of you was so tempted. If there really was no limit to the cheque, you take a moment and glance around your dingy apartment, wouldn't that be nothing short of a miracle for you?

With a twofold, the cheque is torn and the pieces flutter around the kitchen. A pathetic laugh escapes you when you realize your fingers are twitching with the urge to tape it all back together.

Last thing you needed was charity.

Even if it didn't feel like it.

Thank you for the cheque but I think it was too excessive. Let's refrain on sending any type of gifts altogether. Bunny included.

You find yourself thinking of him often at work as you wipe down tables and mindlessly carry orders around like muscle memory. If you let yourself indulge, you could go hours without realizing where you were, what you should've been doing.

He'd said his hair was lighter in color. Was it light brown or more of a sandy blond? If he had beaten a man within an inch of his life, he'd have to be built like a tank to achieve it, right? What color were his eyes? Did he have scars? Tattoos? Pointed nose or button? Did he wear his hair longer or was it cut short to the scalp? Did he wear specs? How old was he? What work did he do before committing the crime? Was he in the shady business long term?

You thought back to the cheque he'd sent to you. No limit, he'd said. Was this one of his tactics to lure unsuspecting women in? Was he in the business of trafficking?

That line of thought startles you to the point of dropping your tray, the clatter drawing attention of all the patrons in the restaurant. Your heart drops when you notice the broken dishes and know that it will be docked out of your pay. You don't even get a chance to think your actions through, immediately dropping to your knees and picking up the shards, numbed to the point that you don't feel anything when a few of the pieces break skin.

You're dragging your feet on your way home, well past midnight when you'd gotten to work nearly 16 hours ago, on your feet the entire time save for two half hour breaks in the middle. Sending your daughter to a good school and paying for a child therapist was going to run you into the ground.

Even as you fight the tears welling in your eyes, you know you wouldn't choose to go any other way.

You cross the mailbox, belatedly realizing it was a Tuesday as you go to check it. The crappy events of the day have only made you regret tearing up the blank cheque even more. So, what if some bored criminal 'billionaire' wanted to do some charity? He wouldn't blink if a few thousand went missing from his bank account, wouldn't even care.

When you get home, Bunny is already in bed. Your precious daughter was too mature for her age, and you hated it. Hated that you were stealing her innocent childhood from her just because her mother couldn't make the right decisions in life. For the longest time, you sit by her bedside and watch her sleep.

It's only when you're tucking her blanket tighter around her that you notice her clutching her new bunny and remember the letter in your purse.

The bulb above the kitchen table flickers once, twice, thrice and just as you're convinced that it needs replacing and your dwindling savings are going to take a hit again today, the light flicks on. Using your closed fists to massage your knotted shoulders, you pluck out the letter, bypassing the one for Bunny for the moment.

So, it would be okay if I drew pictures too?

Underneath the writing there was a stick figure drawing of three people, clearly a family. He'd drawn bunny ears for the shorter girl standing between the two adults, holding their hand. The 'mom' had cat ears, and the 'dad' had devil horns.

Before you can help it, you're laughing at how ridiculously endearing it was. He'd doodled what looks like a tiny crow next to his stick figure, a cat next to yours and a wand in Bunny's hand. It is the silliest, most goofy sketch you've ever seen, and you love it to bits.

Your smile drops immediately when you realize how easily the laugh had come to you; how light and carefree you'd felt just a second ago. The day from hell that you'd just experienced felt so far away, like it was from a different lifetime and that scares you. Enough to stand up again to dispel the spell even if your feet were killing you.

Unacceptable. You were falling back into old patterns, newer tricks with the same outcome, and you were done. The only person you're living for is your daughter and no one else has any place in the life you've built for the both of you.

But as you lay in bed that night, you're thinking of the tiny sketch again, a smile splitting your lips so wide as you recall how adorable it was.

With a silent apology to your daughter, you close your eyes. He may not have a permanent place in the life you'd built but just for a little while, you could pretend.

Right?

Pictures are okay but you need to sharpen your skills.

Pardon me for not being as talented as our daughter pretty princess. My talents lie elsewhere, I'm afraid.

You ignore his usage of our even as you fight a smile.

What do you do for a living? Apart from being the occasional garbage collector and a struggling artist?

Sylus laughs, immediately sitting down to write back.

Meditate, mostly. Solitary confinement can be lonely. Occasionally participate in the sparring matches here on Saturday to pass time.

You weren't a fool. Solitary confinement wasn't just given to just any other inmate. The crime had to be of a serious measure, or he'd have to be someone who was a danger to other criminals.

Maybe if you stopped beating up people, they'd let you in a public space instead of keeping you isolated.

Do you atleast win these matches?

Do you atleast win these matches?

Sylus has to rub the back of his palm over his mouth- once, twice before he gives up any attempt to hold his amusement down, smiling so wide it hurts his cheeks.

I cannot be blamed for the half-witted fools who challenge me in the ring. Besides, you need to get a few bones broken to build resilience (:

If I said no, will you tend to my wounds?

You're rolling your eyes when you first read the words, but you've smiled to yourself all day every time you've thought of them.

Sylus opens your letter impatiently.

I'm not your caretaker.

His brows furrow at the flippant tone. Confused, he peeks into the envelope to see if there was more. Between his daughter's letter and the envelope, there's something lodged in the middle and he plucks it out, only to bark out in laughter when he lays his eyes on it.

->

Bunny is.

Please thank Princess Bunny for her care and the hello kitty band-aid. Atleast someone cares for her old man. Her mother's charm is her cruelty.

All your life you'd felt like a pushover. Someone who was used to being walked all over. A doormat.

Your lips lifted. Felt nice to hear you had claws too.

How old are you?

Old enough to be the starring role in every fantasy you've had of me.

That letter gives you pause. Makes you look around like he'd caught you. Like he knew what you did lying in bed. You decide he needs humbling.

Sylus is brimming with tension when he plucks out the second letter in the envelope. It had been 3 weeks since you'd responded and he'd worried that he'd taken it too far, that you were done with him, spent sleepless nights wondering if you'd write back.

Full of ourselves, are we?

Feeling left out, darling? Want to feel ful(l of me)filled too?

You hate that he doubled down every time. There was really no humbling a man who considered himself above the average lot.

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Your response is instantaneous this time and he can almost feel the way you must be seething, if the blot of ink against the letters is any indication.

No, just our daughter's mother.

There was truly no winning with him.

A/N: First things first, I know the chapter is a bit underwhelming as compared to all the promise of the premise but there's a reason I'm calling this part 2.1 cuz I am a staunch believer in buildup, and I want to do it justice.

Secondly, I am OVERWHELMED at the response the first part got. The kind words everyone wrote, trust me when I say I reread the comments hundreds of times and scrolled thru the reblogs like a fanatic. Truly thankful to everyone who stopped a second to say such sweet things, in my comments, in the reblogs and even my asks. I'm so grateful<3 Feel free to reach out if you notice any typos or errors!

The moment he opened the apartment door with his key, the first thing Valko perceived was her scent, flooding his senses and causing his shoulders to release tension automatically, practically instinctively, and everything in him to relax.

It took less than five seconds for his gaze to fall upon her, sitting on the sofa, a blanket covering her legs, the blanket he had given her when they first started their relationship, and revealing his t-shirt, which she used as pajamas. A smile formed on his lips at the sight of her like that, the light from the television partially illuminating her face, framing her features, which he loved so much, in a peculiar way.

The moment Valko placed his keys and phone on the table by the door, she sensed his presence, glancing up from the television to find him taking off his shoes.

She said nothing immediately, choosing to allow herself the time to contemplate him in silence, as if he were a work of art in a museum. He was still wearing the dark suit he had worn that morning, and with the ease of someone who repeated this gesture every day, he slipped the jacket off his shoulders, revealing the black shirt underneath. The fabric stretched slightly across his back as he moved his arms, highlighting the breadth of his shoulders, emphasizing how wide they were, how large he was. She watched as Valko carefully hung his jacket on the coat rack in the entryway and then began rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, his forearms exposed as the fabric clung to his biceps, making her heart skip a beat.

It was incredible how, even after all the time they'd been together, he could still leave her completely mesmerized with something as simple as coming home from work. She was utterly captivated by this man.

Then her eyes left him and focused on the three large brown paper bags he was holding in one hand, as if they weighed next to nothing despite being completely full of boxes. But before she could say anything about it, he looked up and his eyes met hers.

The smile Valko gave her almost took her breath away. She could feel the hairs on her skin prickling at the gesture and the way he looked at her. It was that smile reserved only for her, the one that always appeared on his face when she was near. It was warm, sincere, overflowing with so much affection that it could make something soften in her chest.

She felt a warmth spreading from the center of her chest to the rest of her body, melting her from the inside out with the same ease as always. She would have thought it unfair the effect he had on her, that with just a look he could elicit such a reaction from her, if it weren't for the fact that she knew she evoked something similar in Valko.

Entering the apartment, Valko placed the overflowing bags beside the sofa and closed the short distance between them.

"There you are," he said, his voice deep and tired after a long day, but completely softened as he addressed her. "Hi, bunny."

She barely managed to part her lips to try and return his greeting before he leaned toward her, resting one knee on the cushion to get close enough. One of his hands found the edge of the backrest behind her, while the other gently rested on her cheek.

The kiss came calmly, as if there were no rush, as if he hadn't been waiting for this moment since leaving the apartment that morning, which he truly had, because he never stopped thinking about her all day.

Valko's lips met hers with a familiarity that completely disarmed him, barely a touch was enough to elicit a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest.

God, how he had missed her.

The sweet scent he always associated with her enveloped him completely, easing the heaviness he had carried with him all day, it felt like coming home in the most literal sense of the word. Beneath his skin, his wolf let out a contented, silent purr, relaxing as he felt his mate safe, warm, and in his arms once more.

There was absolutely nothing that could compete with that feeling for him.

When the kiss ended, he didn't pull away too far. His thumb continued to slowly caress her cheek, with extreme gentleness, as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Hi love, how was your day?" she asked softly.

Valko let out a small laugh through his nose. "Decent, normal all things considered," he shrugged. "Really long meetings, too many emails, and people I had absolutely no interest in seeing." His fingers slid behind a strand of hair, tucking it with infinite tenderness behind her ear. "But my day just got a whole lot better." The smile he gave her was so warm that it made her feel that familiar flutter in her chest again. "I missed you so fucking much, babe."

"I missed you too, Val."

He stole one more fleeting kiss, unable to resist, before sitting up with a soft, amused groan.

"Now..." he murmured, turning to the bags he'd left by the sofa. "I actually need your professional opinion."

She raised an eyebrow. "My professional opinion?"

Valko picked up the bags and placed them on the coffee table with a suspiciously proud expression. "I brought chocolate."

He began pulling out one elegant black box after another, arranging them on the table into three small piles, his factory logo was visible on them.

"You brought your entire company with you?" she laughed, eyeing the ridiculous stack of elegant black boxes balanced on the table.

"They're samples."

She crossed her arms. "There are at least twelve."

"There are fourteen."

"...Valko."

"What?" He offered her the most innocent expression he could muster. "Quality control requires dedication," he said, then pulled two containers of chopped fruit from the last bag.

"And what's the fruit for?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"For the melted chocolate, babe," he replied as if it were obvious.

She stifled a laugh. "You planned fondue?"

"I planned research."

"So, basically you planned a date."

"...Research."

Her grin widened, "God, you’re so cute."

"I'm not cute," he murmured under his breath, feeling a warmth rise up his neck, face, and ears, causing her to smile even more.

She leaned up just enough to steal a quick kiss from the corner of his mouth. “You are extremely adorable, my love, and I love it.”

Listening to those words, his wolf all but wagged its tail inside him, basking shamelessly in her affection. The restless creature that could spend an entire day prowling beneath his skin melted into a content, almost embarrassingly pleased heap the instant the words I love it reached his ears. His wolf practically preened with quiet pride, soaking in every ounce of her affection as though it were the greatest reward it had ever earned. And a helpless smile tugged at Valko's lips before he could stop it, soft and utterly unguarded. There was no point pretending those words didn't affect him, they always did.

An hour later, the coffee table had disappeared beneath bowls of strawberries, banana slices, apples wedges, grapes and even marshmallows. Several chocolate bars had already been sacrificed in the name of "testing”, and the apartment smelled overwhelmingly of cocoa.

Valko had already removed his tie and undone two of the buttons on his shirt to be more comfortable, keeping his sleeves rolled up, while he melted the samples himself, insisting that temperature mattered. And apparently, its viscosity, appearance and aroma also mattered. According to Valko's standards, absolutely everything mattered when it came to chocolate.

She sat cross-legged on the rug opposite him, happily sampling every new flavor while reading the notes attached to each prototype.

"Prototype number six,” she murmured, dipping a strawberry into the melted chocolate. "Hazelnut praline filling..." she bit it carefully so as not to get dirty. "...Oh.”

Valko looked up from the notebook in his lap. "Well? How does it taste?"

She closed her eyes as a tiny, involuntary sound escaped her throat. "Mmm..."

It wasn't loud, it was barely more than a satisfied hum, but to Valko's enhanced hearing... It landed somewhere dangerously low in his stomach. His pen stopped moving, his eyes were fixed on her lips, on how her jaw moved.

She swallowed smiling to herself. “This one… Is incredible, God I love it,” she commented while another strawberry disappeared beneath the glossy chocolate. Another bite, another pleased little sound. “Mmm…”

His fingers tightened around the pen as he watched her slowly run her tongue over her lower lip, or at least that's how he perceived it, to remove the chocolate that had stuck to it.

She had no idea, no idea what those tiny noises and those gestures were doing to him. His wolf lifted his head immediately, attentive and curious, drawn to her in the same instinctive way it always was. Another one, it wanted another one of those little sounds.

Valko forced his attention back to the notebook resting on his lap, lowering his eyes to the page with determined focus.

Prototype six. Hazelnut praline. Positive response... His pen hovered uselessly over the paper.

"...Mmm."

There it was again. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, ears pricked, tail giving an eager sweep as though it had just spotted something irresistible. It nudged insistently at his consciousness, urging him closer.

His jaw tightened. Focus, he said to himself, because he was supposed to be taking notes and evaluating flavor profiles. Not memorizing the way the corners of her lips curved every time she discovered a chocolate she loved, not noticing how her eyes fluttered shut with genuine delight and not wondering if she'd make that same contented little hum if he put... something different in her mouth.

His wolf, utterly unconvinced by the argument, pushed again to be closer to her. And without realizing it, Valko shifted across the couch, barely an inch but enough for his knee to brush lightly against the edge of the blanket that was still draped over her legs. That's when he noticed his trousers suddenly felt much tighter than they had a minute ago, so he forced himself to focus on the tasting notes.

"This is definitely my favorite so far,” she said, smiling.

Hazelnut. Balanced sweetness and creamy texture, he wrote, trying hard not to look up at her.

But then another soft hum floated across the room and without being able to stop himself, he raised his gaze, his pupils dilating as he watched her slowly suck a drop of chocolate that had remained on her thumb.

He swallowed hard, the scent of warm cacao mixed with hers until it became almost impossible to separate one from the other. His breathing deepened and without consciously realizing it he leaned closer, just a little and then another inch. His wolf purred in complete ecstasy, it wanted her close, even closer.

"Do you want one?" she asked, holding up one of the strawberries with her hand and showing it to Valko, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him, as if she were unaware of the effect all her behavior was having on him.

His voice came out lower than expected. "...Please, bunny."

She smiled brightly, soaking it in chocolate. "Open up, love."

And he did it, without even hesitating for a second, completely obedient to her. Carefully she guided the strawberry toward his mouth… and deliberately missed, chocolate smeared neatly across the corner of his lips and onto his cheek.

"Oh,” the corners of her mouth twitched. "I may have... slightly missed."

Valko stared at her in silence for a couple of seconds. "Did you?"

"I was aiming for your mouth."

"Were you? You sure?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow playfully.

She nodded, pressing her lips into a thin line to stifle any sound that might escape her lips at the way he was looking at her. "I have terrible depth perception."

"You've never had terrible depth perception."

A laugh escaped her. "No?"

"Not once."

She bit back another grin, making absolutely no effort to look convincing. "What a tragedy."

He narrowed his eyes, though the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth betrayed him. "You did that on purpose."

"Can you prove it, love?" she leaned in before he could answer, her gaze dropping to the smear of chocolate she'd left behind. "Hold still..." Her voice softened into an almost absent-minded murmur. "I'll fix my mistake."

Valko's breath caught. She was suddenly much closer than before, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her, close enough for every beat of her heart to ring clearly in his ears. Even his own heart seemed to forget how to keep a steady rhythm.

She had noticed, of course she had. The way he'd been watching her, the way he'd gradually drifted closer without realizing it and the way every absent-minded hum she'd made had stolen a little more of his composure.

As she leaned into his space, her eyes met his and there it was, that knowing look. Warm, playful, all he needed to know that she knew. And heat rushed across Valko's face before the realization of something else fully settled… His ears and his tail, his wolf had betrayed him again.

He could feel the telltale weight of his ears atop his head, the lazy sway of his tail behind him, and suddenly every inch of him felt unbearably warm.

"...I—"

He wasn't even sure what he intended to say. An excuse, perhaps or maybe a pathetic attempt at pretending nothing had happened. But she gave him no chance, because without breaking eye contact, she closed the remaining distance between them.

Her lips brushed his, just barely, a fleeting, featherlight touch that stole the words straight from his mouth. Before he could recover, she tilted her head ever so slightly and instead of kissing him again, she turned just enough for her tongue to trace slowly over the streak of chocolate she'd left on his cheek.

The warmth of it, impossibly gentle and completely unexpected, sent a shiver down his spine. Every muscle in Valko’s body locked, his eyes widened and his breath vanished.

She pulled back only enough to meet his gaze, a tiny smile curved her lips as she thoughtfully hummed. "Mmm,” she tilted her head while letting out another sound of satisfaction that only managed to agitate him more. "You know what? I think..." another tiny pause. "This one is my favorite of them all.”

The response to her words was silence, complete silence.

Valko looked utterly frozen, his pupils swallowed almost all of the golden in his eyes, his ears stood straight up and his tail had completely stopped moving. It was as though his entire mind had simply... stopped working.

She couldn't help but smile when she saw him like that; God, how she loved the way she could almost break him. "...Valko?" Nothing, so she waved a hand in front of his face. "...Did I break you, love?"

A slow blink, then another and finally he exhaled, dragging a hand down his face as though trying to collect whatever remained of his composure.

"...That's not fair."

She tilted her head innocently. "What isn't?"

"You.”

A quiet chuckle escaped her. "What did I do, Val?"

"You've done enough taste-testing, bunny." He reached for another strawberry, rolling it thoughtfully between his fingers before dipping it into the bowl of warm chocolate. "I think it's my turn now."

Her brows lifted in curiosity. "Uh?"

Instead of offering her the strawberry so she could bite into it, Valko held her chin with his other hand to keep her still while he smeared chocolate on her lips, as if it were a brown, shiny, appetizing lipstick that made you want to taste it.

She instinctively parted her lips in surprise and he couldn't help smiling. "There,” he set the strawberry back onto the plate, never taking his eyes off her. "Don't you dare wipe it away."

"And why not?"

"Because," he murmured, his voice warm with quiet amusement, "I should probably verify your conclusion."

His palm settled against her warm cheek while his thumb rested beneath her jaw, tracing the faintest, absent-minded caress over her skin. For a heartbeat, he simply looked at her.

Then he kissed her. Not gently, not cautiously, but hungry. As though every ounce of restraint he'd clung to over the last several minutes had finally given way.

His mouth captured hers in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted unmistakably of that wonderful chocolate, the sweetness lingering between them with every breath they shared. It was warm, rich and dangerously addictive, just like her.

She melted into him almost instantly. A quiet, pleased sigh escaped her as one of her hands slipped into his maroon hair, her fingers threading through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. The simple touch earned a barely audible rumble from deep within his chest, and he instinctively leaned closer, as though every part of him craved the warmth only she could offer.

His lips found hers again, and again. Each kiss stole a little more of the space between them, unhurried but impossible to resist. He lingered just long enough to memorize the sweetness left behind before returning for another, unable to convince himself that one would ever be enough.

She smiled against his lips and he answered with one of his own. The corner of his mouth curved before he caught her lower lip in a nip, only to soothe it immediately with another lingering kiss. A breathless laugh escaped her in response, soft and bright, the sound vibrating against his lips and making his heart stumble somewhere inside his chest.

For a brief second, their foreheads bumped together. Neither of them pulled away, he rested there, eyes half-lidded, his breathing uneven as he searched her face, only to steal one last kiss, slower this time, almost reverent, as though he intended to savor every trace of chocolate that still lingered on her lips.

When they finally separated, it was only by a fraction, because neither seemed willing to create any real distance. She remained close enough that every slightly unsteady breath mingled with his own, the warmth of her exhale brushing across his skin.

Her cheeks glowed with a delicate flush. Her lips, still carrying the faint sheen of chocolate, were just a little swollen from his kisses. She looked wonderfully flustered before his eyes.

“…Well?” she whispered almost breathless.

He smiled, slow, crooked, entirely wolfish. "For now..." His thumb gently brushed away the last trace of chocolate near the corner of her mouth. "...I think this one is my favorite."

She laughed softly despite herself. "For now?"

"Mhm… There are still several prototypes left,” he answered in a hoarse voice.

"Oh?"

He glanced toward the neglected boxes still covering the table and then back to her. "I'll need help evaluating them."

She smiled knowingly. "I had a feeling this stopped being about the chocolate a while ago."

"It absolutely did."

"And your official conclusion, Mr. Chairman?"

He leaned close enough for the tip of his nose to brush hers. "My official conclusion..." his tail began wagging again, entirely beyond his control. "...is that the tasting should continue somewhere considerably less distracting."

Her gaze flickered briefly toward the unmistakable movement of his tail before returning to his eyes, a playful smile spread across her lips. "I'd be happy to assist with the remainder of your... testing.”

"I was hoping you'd say that."

She barely had time to smile before his mouth found hers again. The kiss stole whatever witty reply she'd been preparing. It was deeper than before, needier, because every ounce of restraint Valko had fought to maintain throughout the evening seemed to unravel all at once. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt as he kissed her with unmistakable urgency, each slow, lingering kiss quickly giving way to another as though he couldn't bear the brief separation.

His tail swept excitedly behind him and his ears twitched beneath her fingertips. On instinct, she reached up and gently ran her fingers through the maroon hair at the base of one ear. The reaction was immediate, a low, breathy groan that vibrated against her lips. His eyes snapped open for the briefest instant, pupils impossibly wide.

"Careful, bunny, " he murmured hoarsely.

Ignoring his warning, her fingertips stroked the soft fur once more. Another restrained sound left his throat, this one quieter, almost swallowed by the next kiss he claimed from her. His composure shattered completely.

"You're trouble," he breathed against her lips.

"But you like trouble."

"I love trouble, above all in the shape of you.”

Before she could tease him again, one arm slipped effortlessly beneath her thighs while the other steadied her back. She let out a surprised laugh as the floor disappeared beneath her.

"Valko!" she said, clinging to him, even though she knew he would never let her fall.

"As I recall," he said, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face, "you offered to assist with my testing, and the sooner we start, the better."

"So impatient."

"For you? Always.”

He adjusted her easily against him as though she weighed nothing at all. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her heartbeat racing when he kissed her again without ever slowing his pace, desperately demanding her lips, hungrily, as if he hadn't stolen her breath with a dozen kisses minutes before.

The walk toward the bedroom was anything but graceful. His shoulder clipped the hallway wall, a framed photograph hung crooked after his tail accidentally knocked against it, stealing a laugh from her before silencing her with another kiss that completely clouded her mind.

"I'll fix it tomorrow."

"The lamp—"

A quiet thud echoed behind them.

"...Definitely tomorrow."

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, moonlight spilled across the room, bathing everything in silver. Without breaking eye contact, he carried her inside and the door swung shut behind them with a soft click.

He crossed the room in a few unhurried steps before carefully lowering her onto the edge of the mattress. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. He simply stood between her knees, one hand resting lightly against her waist, the other brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face.

His ears remained proudly on display, his tail swayed behind him in slow, content arcs. She reached up once more, gently scratching behind one ear and his eyes fluttered closed. Another quiet rumble escaped his chest.

When he looked at her again, there was warmth in his gaze, but also that unmistakable, possessive spark only she ever managed to awaken.

"You know..." He leaned down until their foreheads touched. "...I spent all evening trying to decide which chocolate deserved to be my favorite."

She smiled knowingly. "And?"

His hand settled possessively against the small of her back. “Every sample we tried tonight,” a smile slowly curved his lips. “Only reminded me that my favorite sweet has been sitting right in front of me.”

"Is that so?"

"Mhm,” his thumb gently brushed her lower lip.

"And unlike the chocolates..." he smiled again. "I don't think I'll ever grow tired of tasting this one."

She felt heat rush to her cheeks. "You really do have a sweet tooth."

"For one thing in particular," he stole one last lingering kiss, smiling against her lips before his mouth began a slow, deliberate path downward, along her jaw, the soft line of her throat, the gentle slope of her collarbone and more. Each press of his lips was unhurried, almost reverent, until he reached the warm skin just above the waistband of her pajama shorts. There he paused, breathing her in, his voice a low murmur against the fabric. "And tonight..." his tail gave another eager sweep behind him. "...I'm going to spoil myself."