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Caleb was careful about what he called you in bed.
There were many names he liked to use: love, baby, princess. He called you everything but your childhood nickname—anything that didn't allude to the taboo of your relationship.
But it was there, always on the tip of his tongue.
It was something he constantly had to bite back when he lost himself in you.
And of course, like with everything, you followed his lead.
“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb,” you would say. You would gasp, moan into the sheets, yell his name over and over.
Caleb.
Because calling him what you wanted, what you’ve called him all your life, was a line you were both scared to cross.
But Caleb was just a man, pitiable and soft in the face of lust.
You were straddling his lap on your bed, his arms locked around your waist. He guided you up and down on his length.
Your head was thrown back. His was buried in your chest, nipping, biting, kissing any inch of skin that he could. The white noise of the fan drowned out by the frantic sounds of your passion.
It slipped out.
“Meimei, my baby sister.” His words cut through whimpers.
You couldn't help the way you reacted, how you clenched tight around him or how his words lit a fire between your legs. You answered the only way you knew how, burying your face in his neck, you cried—
“Gege."
And Caleb, who has always known control and always been mindful of your limits, lost it.
Like a man possessed, one of his hands moved to your shoulder, and how he slammed you down onto himself could only be described as desperation.
It was the forbidden fruit that Caleb has yearned for his entire life.
“Say it again. Say my name.”
"Caleb," you tried to say, but he cut you off.
“Not that. No.”
He punished you by pushing in deeper, faster, matching your drops with an upward thrust.
“Ge—” you could barely speak. He was robbing the air from your lungs and choking the words out of your mouth. There was no kindness in how he moved, only desire and hunger. You could almost feel him in your throat.
“Meimei, my meimei," Caleb chanted over and over again as his breath grew ragged and his rhythm began to falter. Fragments of his mantra flooded out between groans.
“My meimei.”
Depravity mixed with love and adoration. You felt the world tilt.
You shut your eyes when you came and your rationale shattered alongside you. He kept moving—taking, using—chasing his own release.
It didn't take long for him to follow, but he asked for one thing before he let himself go.
He asked you to say it again, to call him by that name that carried every line you've ever crossed, that signified breaking every boundary he's ever tried to build with you.
“Gege.”
It was barely a whisper, broken and muffled against his skin, but he heard it. And it was enough.
Your stomach filled with a warmth that you could only describe as his.
"Fuck."
It wasn't often you got to hear Caleb curse.
Between ragged breaths and sweaty skin, you melted into each other as the afterglow set in.
“I love you, ge.”
And he replied the only way he knew how—with a breathy chuckle and a kiss on your forehead.
3.8K words. Lightly proofread. Angst/fluff. cw: hospital, injuries, surgery, Sylus being worried, healing, Zayne in doctor mode
Sylus didn’t get spam calls. He owned the cellphone company his phone was run through and he made sure he wouldn’t get any call that would waste his time. So when he got a call from a local number he didn’t recognize, he answered it.
He knew you were going into the No-Hunt Zone today so he was extra vigilant. Maybe your phone died and were calling from an outpost or borrowing a coworker's phone. You had a bad habit of letting your phone die. So he knew any random phone number to most likely be you.
He didn’t expect a man’s voice on the other line when he answered.
“Is this Skye?”
Sylus’ hand stops writing on the document in front of him. Skye was the name you used to protect his identity from the Hunter’s Association. Whoever was calling, was calling about you.
“Yes it is.” He confirms.
“This is Doctor Li at Akso Hospital,” he tells Sylus he is calling on your behalf. “You are listed as her emergency contact.”
Zayne. Sylus knew him. You’d talked about him often, being a good friend you grew up with and your primary care physician. He was unaware you had listed him as your emergency contact. Later, he will have time to be honored. Now, something had happened and he needed to get to you. He stood, already heading for the door.
“What happened?”
“She sustained nearly fatal injuries on her mission today. She was brought in in time and we were able to stabilize her, but we are taking her into surgery. We encourage you to come and wait for updates.”
He’s outside, on his bike, revving it up by the time Zayne finishes speaking. He tells him he is on his way before hanging up and speeding off.
He gets to the hospital in under ten minutes, ignoring any and all speed limits. He knows which roads to take in Linkon to avoid getting caught. He barely shuts off his bike and doesn’t even bother standing it properly. It falls with a loud clang.
He doesn’t care. He will fix it or buy a new one. Nothing matters right now except for getting inside and finding you.
He scares the nurse at the front desk when he says your name like a threat.
“S-Sir, are you Skye? Her emergency—”
He cuts her off. “Yes. Where is she?”
He doesn’t have time for pointless questions. And they sure as hell better not make him fill out any paperwork. He might just raise the whole hospital if they try him beyond taking him right to you.
Too scared to ask any of the usual questions, she has another nurse lead him to the family waiting room for the operating wing. There are few other families in there, huddled together. Some look beyond worried while others simply look bored. Sylus didn’t know what he looked like, but he knew it wasn’t pleasant. Based on the scared side eyes he was getting.
He didn’t care. And he didn’t sit. Flat out refused when the nurse offered him a seat or a drink. He stared her down as she tried to escape back through the door.
“Tell Dr. Li, I'm here. Bring him to me.”
She tried to tell him Zayne would likely be busy with patients, but he ignored her, leaving no room for argument or excuse. He knew he was being cruel. Better yet, he knew you wouldn’t like him behaving like this. He would make up for it later. Apologize and offer the staff he terrorizes new cars or something else extravagant.
For now, he claims a corner of the room where he can see every little movement. He stands, back pressed against the conjoining walls, and stares at the ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ door.
When Zayne finally comes to see him, he has to break Sylus out of his trance.
“Skye.” He says with a little force. He’d said it a few times already and Sylus hadn’t moved.
This time, his gaze shifted to the doctor. He noticed he looked rather distressed, himself. He knew of his fondness for you. The friendship you shared and the history you two had. Sylus had grown to accept he was not the only person that cared about you. How could he be? You shined everywhere you went. People are drawn to you and the amazing light you give off. But now in this moment, seeing Zayne subtly disheveled, irked him.
Zayne knew who he really was. He was decent enough to keep up appearances in public, but he’d made it known he doesn’t care for Sylus. Doesn’t trust him with you or your safety, given how dangerous of a life he lived. He claimed it was his ‘doctorly concerns’ but even he couldn’t hide behind such a facade. A thick layer of tension was always between the two men.
“What happened to her?”
Zayne lets out a small sigh and speaks quietly. “According to her partner, while they were in No Hunt Zone 14, they encountered a powerful Ignitus Wyrmlord. Stronger than they’d seen before. He was able to take it down, but she was thrown against a tree and crushed under a large branch that fell. She sustained a concussion, several broken ribs, right collarbone break, left shoulder dislocation, and a cracked pelvis.”
Sylus listened intently, not even blinking or taking a breath. Each word was like the sword in his chest all over again. His girl. His precious gem was broken and shattered. She was in pain and he wasn’t there to help her. He would have caught her. Blasted the tree into a million splinters before it ever had the chance to touch her.
Her partner. Xavier. He would be having words with him.
As if he could hear his thoughts, Zayne continued. “Xavier brought her in immediately. If he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, she likely would have died. But they stabilized her and the operation is going well. I have been getting regular updates from the nurses. She is going to be okay, Skye.”
Despite his apprehension of Zayne as a person, Sylus trusts him as a doctor. He believes that you will be okay. But until you are awake and in his arms again, he won’t be able to relax. Even then, he will just think about how close he came to losing you again.
Sylus nods. “How long will it be?”
“Likely up to three hours. More if there are complications, but things are steady. They will come and get you as soon as she is settled in the ICU.”
He nods again, mumbling something that resembles a thank you and goes back to staring at the door. Zayne understands the conversation is over and leaves the room to return to his work.
Sylus stands and waits. Every time the door opens and the nurse talks to another family, his jaw clenches. Hours pass and when the nurse comes through the door and looks right at him, he’s pushing off the wall and following immediately.
He’s led through the ICU, all the way to the end where they say your bed is. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. All other noises fade and time seems to slow. Like an unmoving nightmare, he is walking as fast as he can, but not getting anywhere. The pathway is so long and you are at the very end of it. Why did they put you so far away? You are the furthest from the nurse’s station. Did they even care if you were alright?
The nurse is speaking to him, but he hears none of it. He’s overtaken her strides now and is finally just a few feet away from your little corner with the closed curtain. He grabs at the fabric and draws it back with a force that surprisingly did not rip the hooks from the ceiling.
And there you were. Bandaged. Bruised. Broken. Your hair is a mess, tangled and dirty. You’re hooked up to IV and oxygen, tubes strung all over the place. And the heart monitor beeps like a cruel mantra.
He walks to your side, scanning over your figure. You seem to be wrapped up efficiently. His heart clenches at the amount of pain you will be in when you wake up. He will make sure you have what you need to ease the pain as much as possible.
He leans down and presses the most delicate kiss on your head, very careful not to make you move even a millimeter.
“I’m here, kitten. I won’t leave your side. I promise.”
Sylus watched you for a long time, finally taking a seat right next to your bed. As painful as this was, he wanted to commit it to memory. To make sure nothing like this ever happened again.
Nurses came in and out regularly, never speaking to him. Nor him to them. He just watched and made sure they did their job properly. In the quiet moments, he would look at his phone to send a few texts. Mostly to Luke and Kieran who were almost as worried as he was. He told them they could come visit when you were awake and settled into your recovery room.
He also sent a few emails, cancelling his meetings and appearances for the next month. Longer, if that’s what it takes. He said he wouldn’t leave your side and he meant it.
He only sleeps when exhaustion takes over. It renders him helpless and forces him into a catnap. The longest it lasts is maybe twenty minutes until another nurse comes in to do their rounds. He curses himself for falling asleep and orders another cup of coffee.
You wake up early the next morning, just when the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon. Sylus notices your breathing started to change just a few minutes before that so he was already watching you, waiting to see a change.
Your brow furrows and a small groan barely leaves your lips. Your body shifts and your eyes flutter open. Sylus is the first thing you see. He’s sitting as close as he can to you, his hand placed next to yours on the bed, touching just barely.
You open your mouth to speak, but he shakes his head.
“Shh, kitten. Don’t speak. You are safe. You’re at Akso. You got really hurt on your mission and had to have surgery. But you pulled through, my brave kitten. You are going to be okay. Here, drink.”
He grabs the water cup on your table and holds the straw up to your mouth. Weakly, you manage to take a drink, but he can tell it causes you pain. But you definitely need the fluids so he encourages you to drink as much as you can.
“Good girl. There we go. You’re going to recover in no time. Your doctor friend will be here soon to explain more to you.”
Hearing that Zayne has been looking after you makes you feel better, but you still have a lot of questions. What you know more than anything is you hurt. Everywhere. And Sylus has been by your side, likely the whole time.
You lift your left hand enough to place it over his. He looks down and notices you starting to tap a pattern against the back of his hand. He recognizes the morse immediately.
X-A-V-I-E-R-?
His lip tugs up. You are always so concerned about others.
“He’s alright. He finished the wanderer and brought you here. I’m sure he will be by to check on you at some point. You are going to be very popular, sweetie.”
You scrunch your nose. Right now, you cannot imagine a bunch of people coming to see you. You are exhausted and in pain. You don’t want to see anyone except Sylus. He chuckles, knowing what you are thinking.
“Don’t worry about that right now. You just need to worry about healing.”
He lowers his head and places a kiss on your hand, smiling at you. You take him in. He looks tired. Really tired. His hair is not tussled in its usual way and there are bags under his eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him and tap his hand again.
Y-O-U-O-K-A-Y-?
He wants to lie and tell you he is fine. To be strong for you so you can worry about nothing while you heal. But he knew you would see through him and he didn’t want to lie to you. He kisses your hand again.
“I’ve been uneasy, kitten. Hearing you were hurt and seeing you like this.”
He swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He looks between your eyes to see if you really wanted to hear his thoughts. You did, he knew.
“It’s not been easy. I’m not prone to feeling so… helpless. I don’t like it. I had to put my trust in the people taking care of you. It tested all of my patience.”
You try not to feel guilty, but it happens anyway. You know he would have some across the entire world to be with you, no matter the condition. And he wasn’t blaming you for any of it, but the black monster of guilt shrouds you.
His voice brings you out of your thoughts. “But what matters is you are here and you are going to be alright.”
You give his hand the tiniest squeeze and smile at him, tapping again.
L-O-V-E-Y-O-U
He smiles back, placing his other hand over the top of yours. “I love you too, kitten. So much. I’ll be here until you get better. And beyond.”
After that, Sylus calls for the nurse and instructs her to get Zayne and tell him you are awake. While you wait, he helps you drink more water and distracts you with some stories of his day before he was called in. The business deal that went well and the owners that were scared of him, as always. It makes you smile, taking your mind off the pain. As you drink more water, your voice starts to come back a little and you can croak out some words.
Zayne comes in soon after, saying your name with a sense of relief.
“Theres the snowman.”
You can tell Zayne is in doctor mode, but his lip does quirk a little at the sound of your voice.
“You gave everyone quite the scare, miss hunter. We’ve gotten a lot of phone calls about you.”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Y’all are obsessed with me.”
Zayne neither confirms nor denies your accusation. He picks up your chart and looks over it. In truth, he has it memorized. He knew it by heart and studied the notes before he came in. But he needs to keep his hands busy to avoid Sylus’ searing gaze.
He goes over what happened with you and your body. What was broken or out of place and what they did during surgery. You nod along, not knowing many of the medical terms, but understanding the truth of how messed up you are. But also that you will make a full recovery. It will just take a long time.
“You’re lucky to be alive.” He finishes with a more serious tone.
You try to shrug, forgetting you can’t move due to how tightly you are wrapped. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. I won’t be done in by a damn tree.”
“Kitten.” Sylus gives you a look. One silently asking you to be careful and to listen. You sigh and look back over to Zayne.
“I’m sorry I made you guys worry. And thank you for taking such good care of me, Zayne. You and everyone here at Akso.”
“That’s what we’re here for. We are going to move you into a recovery room later today if you remain stable. I’ll be checking in on you regularly. Call if you need me.”
You thank you again and with a push of his glasses, he leaves the room.
~~~
A few days go by, each one a little harder than the next. You’ve been moved into your recovery room. Sylus makes sure you have the nicest in the hospital. You try to insist that a normal room will be fine, but he doesn’t budge.
Once settled in, your pain levels start to go up. They keep you medicated and try everything they can to make you comfortable, but there is only so much they can do. You can barely move, even when using your phone. Sylus helps you send texts or take phone calls.
You like it when people come to visit. It’s a pleasant distraction, however exhausting it is. Luke and Kieran are the first ones. They show up twenty minutes after Sylus gives them the okay. They brought so much stuff, the nurses almost didn’t let them in.
Candies, drinks, plushies, clothes for Sylus, cute handmade cards, and so much more. They crowded around you so much, Sylus had to tell them to give you room to breathe. But you loved every minute. You missed the boys so much and their energy lifted your spirits so much. They came daily after that, always bringing you gifts.
Your coworkers came, one by one. Sylus was especially rigid when Xavier stopped by. But you thanked him for saving your life, promising him hotpot whenever he wants when you are better. Tara fussed over you, as usual, and Captain Jenna assured you would get all the time you needed to heal.
Rafayel comes, complaining his bodyguard is broken and unable to protect him. He makes you laugh with all the newest gossip from his art shows. He leaves you with a little canvas he painted and infused with some of his evol. When you held it, you felt calm and relaxed. You thanked him for it and told him you would be back to bodyguard duty as soon as you could.
Caleb even manages a quick visit between his Deepspace missions. He brings you flowers and bothers Zayne about keeping him in the loop while he’s gone.
You forget just how many people you have in your life and how much they care about you. You are grateful to have such great friends and family. You keep them updated with texts and pictures of yourself as you heal and get bandages removed.
A month passes before you are discharged from the hospital. Sylus doesn’t leave your side for a moment. Even when you tell him to. Beg him even. So he could get some fresh air or something so he doesn’t go crazy. But he insists he is fine. He busies himself with his laptop the boys brought him. He showers in your private bathroom. And he keeps up a little bit of exercise in the room. Mostly pushups and pullups which you enjoy exponentially. Your EKG machine calls you out during those moments.
But finally, you are able to go home. Sylus pushes you out of the hospital in a wheelchair and helps you into his car. You make sure to thank the nurses as you leave and give Zayne as close to a hug as you can manage. You are thankful for them, but you are ready to be back in your own bed.
Sylus drives you back to the base, insisting on taking care of you further, the slowest and most careful you’ve ever seen from him.
“Sy, a speed bump isn’t going to be my undoing.” You tease.
“Precious cargo, beloved. It requires the utmost care.”
When you arrive, the twins come out with a rather fancy electronic wheelchair for you to use. They’ve decorated and put balloons on the back of it. You chuckle and insist you can walk, but all three of them refute you. You shouldn’t be walking with your busted pelvis, after all. So you get on it and start zooming around the house. Admittedly, it’s quite fun.
Sylus is still never far from you, but now he’s allowing himself to go down to the gym or into his office to get some work done. He’s at your side in a second if you call for him.
The first night you are home, laying in bed, Sylus hesitates by the side of the bed. You’ve been looking forward to having him beside you again as you sleep, but you can read his worried mind.
“Sy, please get in the bed. I’ll be okay.”
He sighs, nodding. He climbs in under the covers, laying on his side to look at you. You see a lot of thoughts dancing behind his eyes.
“What’s up, baby?”
He doesn’t answer right away. “I can’t put it from my mind.”
“Put what?”
“How close I was to losing you.”
“Sy—”
“I wasn’t there. You could have died and I wasn’t there to catch you. Like I promised I would be.”
You cup his cheek, making him look at you. “Hey. I’m here and I’m okay, Sy. You will make yourself sick thinking about ‘what ifs’. You can’t be with me every second of the day, but what matters is you were there as soon as you knew what happened. You’ve kept your promise. Never for a second did I blame you for anything, baby. Please, forgive yourself. Be nice to my husband, I love him too much for you to give him a hard time.”
He sighs, leaning into your hand. He kisses your palm a few times and each of your fingers.
“Okay. Okay…”
He moves closer, his arm wrapping around your hips and nuzzling his nose against your arm. He wishes he could hold you properly, but this is more than he’s been able to do in weeks. He kisses your upper arm and looks up at you again, saying your name.
“I love you.”
You smile, your heart full and fluttering. You love when he says it first. He always returns your I love yous, but hearing him say it first and so earnestly is a real treat.
“I love you more, my dragon.”
You fall asleep that night to the sound of Sylus’ purrs. You are home. You are safe. You are healing. And you are so very loved. You know now more than ever.
1.2K words. Fluff (a tiny bit smutty) Lightly proofread. MC trying her best to surprise her hubby
It was incredibly difficult to sneak up on Sylus. Impossible, really. Not only did he have a little spy to always keep him informed, but his senses were super human. He always heard you coming or even could smell the perfume you put on that morning.
Damn him and his dragon senses.
But you were determined to catch him off guard at least once. All of your attempts to get him when he was awake failed. So you decided to shift gears and try to get him in his sleep.
You set it up perfectly.
You sent him dinner. A big, hearty meal full of carbs and protein, matched with his favorite bottle of wine and topped with a pint of his favorite ice cream. As well as a cute note to go with it telling him if he doesn’t eat it, you will be really sad.
You also made sure to call him when you woke up. He would be heading to bed soon, finishing up some paperwork or a quick work out before showering. You distracted him by being needy over the phone. Saying you needed his voice and you wanted to hear him touch himself. He was more than happy to oblige and you got a rocking orgasm out of it. A win-win. He would be even more tired after that.
Next you had Luke and Kieran place one of your shirts in his bedroom. You told them to make it look like it was just left by mistake after a sleepover, tossed into some corner of the room that he would surely see. You made sure to wear it over night so it would smell a lot like you. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist smelling it. He loved your smell. He craved it. It helped him relax. In the privacy of his own room, you knew he would curl up with it as he went to bed.
All this would be just the thing to lull him into a deep, deep sleep.
Sylus slept deeply, but still would wake up at a moment's notice if he needed to. But after all your planning, you are hoping it will get him in deep enough to not hear you sneak into his bedroom.
Luke texts you when he’s sure Sylus is asleep. You drive over, parking outside the garage so he doesn’t hear it opening. You slip inside one of the side entrances and tip toe to his room. The door is closed. You take a deep breath and turn the knob as slowly as you can. It is silent as you push it open.
The room is dark and you see a massive lump lying face down on the bed. The massive lump being your husband, sleeping on his stomach like he always did when he was alone. When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see he indeed does have your t-shirt curled up next to his face.
You smile. You love how well you know him and how you can predict what he will do. It almost makes you feel bad for what you are about to do. Almost.
You pad across the carpeted floor, watching him for any movement. When you get to his side, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself to pounce. However, you don’t quite get there. In the silence of the room, you hear a deep chuckle.
“After this, you’ll never be able to refute me calling you a kitten, sweetie.”
You sigh when you see one of his red eyes peeking up at you from his pillow. He’s smirking, triumphant. After all the work you put into this, you still couldn’t get him.
“For fucks sake.”
He tsks, rolling onto his side to look at you better. “You went to a lot of effort, sweetie. It’s too bad you can’t enjoy the fruits of your labor.”
You cross your arms. “Well you could have let me enjoy them.”
“I think the only one with fruits to enjoy is me.”
He reaches out, taking your arm and pulling you to him. You fall over him with a squeal as he cages you in his arms and rolls over so you can’t escape. His weight is pressing you to the bed. You squirm, but his massive body has you trapped.
“I had hoped my sweet wife was just wanting to spoil me with all the treats she left, but I knew she was up to something. Trying to ambush me in my sleep? Such a naughty, sneaky kitten.”
He rubs his nose against your cheek and down your neck. You whine, trying to push him off to no avail.
“The t-shirt was a nice touch. Though I will have to have words with the twins for entering my room without permission.”
You scrunch your nose at him. “I gave them permission.”
“Oh? I didn’t realize you had the authority to grant such permissions,” he teases.
“I’m the bosslady, I can do what I want. Including buttering you up to get you in a deep sleep.”
He lifts his head to look at you. You can see his right eye is glowing just a bit. He loves it when you pull rank. When you boss him and his henchmen around like the proper Lady of Onychinus that you are. He leans down, you think to kiss you, but he bites your cheek, chewing on it. You shriek and can’t help but laugh.
“Syyyy cmon!”
He rumbles against your cheek, releasing it and licking where he bit. It tickles, making you laugh more. Your disappointment from your failed plan fades away. Damn him.
“You’re such an ass.”
“An ass you chose to marry.”
“You begged me.”
“Did I? I don’t remember it that way, sweetie.”
“Then your memory is starting to go, old man.”
He ignores your slight, kissing down your neck. Your eyes close and you lean into him. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You can feel his desire growing between his legs.
“I thought about calling to ask you what you were up to, but I knew your antics would lead you here. Right where I wanted you. In my bed, under me. Won’t you stay with me, sweetie? It’s your day off, after all.”
You whine, trying to resist him. You’d made plans for after your prank to get some things done around your house. Chores you’d been neglecting and errands you needed to run. But your sleepy, warm, and clingy husband was a much more tempting offer.
“You need to sleep, Sy. And I’ve got some stuff to do.”
He grumbles, sounding grumpy. He doesn’t let you go. He presses his hips further into you, starting a slow rhythm.
“Sleep is the last thing on my mind, kitten. For your planned sabotage, I think you should make it up to me.”
You feel yourself growing needy. He cups your cheek and kisses you, sliding his tongue in to claim your mouth. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You can’t resist him. You don’t even want to bother trying.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You whisper between kisses.
He smirks against your lips, biting your bottom one. “I tell myself that every day.”
"Just tell me you don't love me anymore." Zayne freezes mid removing his shoes. His head turns slowly to your figure standing in the hallway, arms crossed and practically vibrating with something that looked perilously close to actual fury.
Did he forget something? What day is it?
He sets his shoe down carefully. "I'm sorry, love. Did I do something wrong?”
He reaches for you but you step back before he could. "Don't touch me."
He's confused. He ran through the day in his mind for possible mistakes he might have made, but couldn’t find any. He remembered waking up with you this morning, you had been in a perfectly good mood.
You even laughed at something over breakfast and nearly choked on your coffee, then he had dropped you at the hunter association on his way to work. You had stolen a couple of kisses before saying goodbye.
And today wasn't a special day he could have missed. Then what did he do? “Talk to me, darling. Tell me what I did wrong."
"Tell you what you did wrong? Do you even see what time it is?" His eyes snapped to the clock on the wall— 6 minutes past his usual time, he won't consider that late so he doesn't understand why.
"You never come home on time. You left me on seen for twenty minutes. You rearranged the mugs, why did you rearrange the mugs? And you.. you… you forgot to close the window yesterday, i was -”
"Did you eat today, love?"
"That's- no, I didn't because I was waiting for my husband to come home so we could eat together but apparently my husband has forgotten he has a wife waiting at home.”
Oh now he knows what’s wrong. He is already walking to the kitchen.
"Wow, are you ignoring me, Dr Zayne Li?” You follow him. "Very mature, very-"
He comes back with a slice of cake on a plate. You looked at it. "I'm not hungry."
He holds a bite out to you. "I said I'm not hungry" you said, but your stomach growled immediately after. Embarrassed, you took the bite to distract him from the sound.
You let him feed you, arms still crossed stubbornly while trying to maintain the pissed off look.
"Feeling better?"
"Mmmhm." You finish the last bite and your expression softens. "I'm sorry. You weren't even late."
"I know."
You look down. "I didn't eat lunch either."
He sets the plate aside and pulls you into him, tucking your face against his chest. "You could have just said you were hungry."
"You could have just come home on time.”
He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'll be 6 minutes early tomorrow."
You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. "Promise?"
"Promise.”
“I love you” you tuck your face back into his chest and pull him closer.
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It’s a slow Saturday morning, and Zayne has been blessed with a midday shift, which means there is no rush in his morning routine and you can watch him prepare for the day in the comfort of your bed.
He looks extra handsome today, you think. Sleep still hangs over his eyes, his glasses hastily perched on that ridged nose. Stubble dots along his jaw, the soft angle hidden under morning shadow. You still feel it prickle on your skin from he kissed your shoulders.
Even his pajamas were doing something for you. You kick your feet under the blankets because he just makes you that giddy.
While Zayne prepares his razor for his morning shave, he turns his face this way and that, observing himself in the mirror.
“I think I’ve gained some weight,” he says, tone neutral.
You blink in surprise, tugged out of your love-stricken stupor by the sudden statement. When he swipes through the shaving cream rubbed onto his jaw, you see that the prominent line has softened some.
When Zayne reaches over to grab a towel, you see pale skin peek out from the bottom of his white t-shirt. A bit of belly greets you, and his happy trail invites your gaze lower.
You haven’t really noticed it, because his routine never changes. A morning run every day, and an hour gym session three times per week. It compensates for how often he eats take out in a time crunch and the macaron stash hidden in the second drawer of his desk (where he thinks you don’t know).
But now that he brought it up, he has all of your attention.
His shirt is a little more filled out than usual, and maybe you can see the outline of his thighs under the pajama pants. His arms look bulky, strong, all thanks to him insisting on pull-ups as a workout staple.
“Is that bad?” you ask, though you already know your answer.
Definitely, one-hundred percent, not bad in the slightest.
“No,” Zayne chuckles, and you realize that his eyes are already on you. You shift around in the bed, warm and inviting. “It’s normal with age.”
Zayne finishes his shave with time to spare, wiping the excess water and cream from his face, and takes his time lumbering back to your bed. You lean up, reaching out toward him, waiting for him to meet you in the middle, which he always does.
Your arms wrap around his middle. Your wandering hands don’t hesitate to hike his shirt up to feel the soft skin underneath. “Then why bring it up?”
Your hands run over his stomach, down to his hips, around the front tie of his pants. In return, he tugs off his shirt, letting you drink in his body with new eyes.
His smile is smug when you pepper his bare skin with kisses. “I thought you’d like to know.”
The hot shower had been relaxing on your tired body. You entered the bedroom wearing a robe, ready to change into your pjs for the night. Sylus looked up from where he was reading his book on the bed. You could see the hunger and desire in his eyes.
“So it should be that time of the month again for you sweetie.”
“Sylus I skipped this month.”
Sylus tsk and looks away from you. “Are you upset?”
“It’s been stressful week for me. I was looking forward to my favorite snack. Your irregular cycle is very inconvenient for me.”
“I’m sorry Sy.” You sat on the bed and layed your head on his shoulder. “I’ll probably get it next month.”
“I’ll be ravenous by then. You think you can handle me?”
You smiled. “I wouldn’t be with you if I couldn’t.”
I don’t think you guys are hearing me, I said masturbation fic and Xavier is the toy. The dildo. The vibrator. The rose!!!!!!
Sit on his face and grind until you come! Ride his nose, pull his hair, squirt in his mouth! Fuck yourself on him until you’re satisfied, and can’t move anymore. He’s there for YOUR pleasure. Use him, use him, use him!!!
Sylus fluff. Featuring his lovely nose. :> wc: 280~
A cozy warmth greets your senses as you gradually wake. You blink and yawn, then shift under the blanket to turn around and face Sylus, still asleep.
A smile forms on your face as you quietly observe his handsome profile, your gaze sweeping over the long lashes on his closed eyes, his chiseled jaw, his lips… eventually settling on his defined nose.
So pretty, you’ve always thought. You prop yourself on your arms and draw closer to his face. Your lips close in on its target, and land a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Make that two. Or three. Another kiss, then another, and another… until you’re peppering his nose with kisses.
You feel him shift, but that doesn’t stop your barrage. His lips curl up in a smile and a rumble sounds deep in his chest, though his eyes remain closed.
“You keep missing the mark, sweetie. My lips are here.”
Giggling, you press yet another kiss on his nose. “Am not.” Then you bite it gently.
His crimson eyes fly open to meet your cheeky ones. Uh oh.
Effortlessly, he flips you over so that he has the higher ground, caging you within his arms. With a smirk, he starts attacking your nose with kisses, except he’s faster… and sloppier.
You squeal, trying to push him off. “Sy—Sylus!” Your laughter rings out. One of his favorite sounds.
He stops, looking at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile. His fingers reach to wipe your nose.
Then he leans down once more, but this time finding your lips, sharing languid kisses that say, I adore you.
He loves waking up to your playful little mischief. He loves getting slow, happy mornings like this.
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.
"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"
You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.
When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"
You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.
Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"
You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.
For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"
"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"
"Caleb-"
"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"
"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"
"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"
He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"
Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"
You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.
You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"
Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"
He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.
"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"
"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"
"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"
Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"
"Nobody?" You grin up at him.
Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"
Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"
Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"
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Imagine Sylus realizing you haven’t called out of work in over 4 months so he gives you a proper reason to call out the following day by fucking you to the point you genuinely can’t walk without a limp...
“I can’t… I can’t feel… Sylus…!” You didn’t even know it was possible for your legs to bend this far, nevermind that you were this flexible in the first place. His grip on the back of your thighs only grows tighter, squeezing your flesh a little harder as he applies more pressure down.
“Yes you can… you can take it… you’re going to keep taking it like the good girl you are… like the good girl you’ve been…” You can’t control the whimper that leaves you, head tossing back as he presses more of his weight down on you… into you.
The mating press is brutal, your thighs are nearly crushing your breasts at this point. Your spine curves awkwardly, your hands are digging into your calves, you’ve lost all feeling below your waist.
Except for where his cock bullies your swollen, overstimulated cunt.
Throbbing with need each time he pounds down into you, swallowing him greedily despite your babbled pleas for him to maybe ease up or slow down. You have work tomorrow, after all.
“You’re not going, clearly I’m not… fucking you hard enough… if you’re still thinking about that …” Even with his stamina, he’s panting from the exertion. Face flushed and aether-core practically blinding. The sight alone is enough to have you crying out, cumming around his cock for the fifth or maybe sixth time since he’s entered you.
You repeat Zayne's words like a mantra in your head, doing everything you can to hold off your orgasm as he fucks you. Every muscle in your body is tense, the pleasure crawling up your spine. You want it so bad, so bad that tears sting your eyes.
Fuck it. You'll beg forgiveness later.
But the second you stop holding back, ready to let your orgasm hit you, he pulls out.
"Zayne!" You gasp in shock. He's panting above you, chiseled body covered in a sheen of sweat that makes your mouth water.
"I told you to hold it." He reprimands quietly. You pout, orgasm ebbing away. Great. Now you'll get a punishment and you didn't even get to cum.
"But Zayne I-I didn't cum! Please p-put it back in, I'll be good I promise!" Your pleas fall on deaf ears, though he takes a moment to tenderly wipe the tears from your face, kissing you softly before sitting back up.
"You enjoy your punishments too much." Zayne notes, maneuvering your legs so they're pressed together, setting both of your ankles on one of his shoulders.
His cock, still slick, slowly pushes in between your thighs, just above your aching pussy. He gasps in pleasure at the sensation, while your jaw drops in shock.
It doesn't take long for him to cum, already so worked up from earlier. Most of it lands on your stomach, the sensation making you whimper once more.
"Zayne..." You whisper, nearly trembling with how bad you need it. He hums, leaning down to kiss you as he parts your legs, deft fingers finding your clit.
pairings : xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, and caleb (seperate)
synopsis : the lads men make you angry so they find a way to kiss it better
wc: 6.6k
general cw : nsfw, make up sex, oral (fem!receiving), overstimulation, piv, fingering, nipple play, dry humping, semi-public sex, unprotected sex
aexias talking : hii sorry this took me so damn long, ive been going thru writer's block LOL please enjoy <3
XAVIER 沈星回:
"Xavier, please." You rub your temples, smoothing your fingers through your hair. Seeing his face makes it difficult to stay mad at him. Even if you're upset over a silly reason, you still hold your ground. He stands outside your doorstep, eyes glimmering with sorrow. A soft dejection written on his face. He almost looks like a dog— Sad and pathetic.
The fact you fold so easily for him is pathetic though.
How could you not though? It's hard to deny Xavier when he makes you feel so good. You tangle your fingers into his strands, smacking your other hand against the wall to leverage yourself. Xavier crowds you, rubbing his nose into your thighs, kissing up the insides of your legs. He raises your thigh, letting it dangle over his shoulder. Xavier presses kisses into your hip, goosebumps flooding your body.
You're the pathetic one.
"My star." Xavier moans, his tongue lapping at your inner thighs. You make the mistake of staring down, seeing the haze in his eyes. It makes your stomach coil with need, throbbing at the mere sight of him. Xavier presses kisses into your skin, hands stabilizing you. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, okay?" He mumbles, far too invested in your pleasure.
You know it's stupid, Xavier shouldn't be apologizing for your stubbornness. Yet, you can't help but feel a swirl of glee, seeing him indulge in your immature mannerisms. His nose bumps against your clit, letting his tongue explore your sex. His eyes still remain on your expression, feeling your muscles twitch and spasm under his palms.
"I'll only look at you, okay? Only you, my love." He drags his tongue up, gently suckling at your clit before one of his hands glides up the back of your thigh. His fingertips glide over your slit before circling your entrance. "I'll only make you laugh, okay? I'll only ever make you feel good. I'm yours." Xavier's finger presses against the opening, gently sliding in. You clench around a single digit, hips buckling.
"I know you're sensitive. It's been two weeks." He mumbles, pressing his finger deeper. His finger curls softly, the pads moving against your walls. You try your best to keep your noises down. You're right in the door way, anyone could hear you two.
"Xavier.." You moan out, pressing his head closer to you. Your hips weakly grind against your face, rolling into his touch. You can feel him smiling, slipping another finger into you. You stretch around him with little to no restraint, your body giving into his mouth.
"Did you try touching yourself?" He asks, pulling away from your clit for a moment. Frazzled, you look down with confusion.
"I, uh— What?" You stumble on your words, too engulfed in how he's making you feel. Xavier repeats his question, kissing around your clit. You buck your hips, silently begging for more. "Yeah, it didn't—Ah— go well…" You admit, ears flushing with shame.
"I thought so.." He says softly, returning to your skin. Xavier continues curling his fingers, thrusting them in and out of you. "I am sorry though." He speaks again, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the loss of contact, but Xavier soothes you. He lets your leg fall off his shoulder, opting to wrap his arms around your hips. His thumbs rub at your lower stomach, pushing up your shirt.
His hand smooths over your skin, applying a soft pressure to your pelvis while his thumb rubs at your clit. He dips lower on his knees, angling his head to lap at your slit. Your skin is puffy, desperate for his touch. This time, you pull at his strands with a soft grunt.
"Xavier, please. If you're going to keep teasing me, I'll be even angrier." Your brows furrow, watching his eyes go wide. That pitiful, pathetic stare makes you clench around nothing. But he listens—He's good at that—focusing on the task at hand. Xavier presses his mouth against you, his tongue curling inside of you.
It's an entirely different feel from his fingers, softer yet more prominent. You buckle against his mouth, his thumb continuing to swirl at your clit. It throbs under his fingers as you become nosier. Concern for who can hear you has long since left your mind.
"Fuck, Xavier. Keep going!" You cry out, head resting against the wall. Weeks after working with just your fingers has left you frustrated. Granted, you caused your own issues, but still. Having his mouth and attention on you is suffocating in the best way possible. You want nothing more than drown into his affections and touch, choke on the feeling of ecstasy. He builds you up so gently, guiding you to an overwhelming pinnacle before he guides you down.
The pressure he applies on your lower stomach only adds to the stimulation, driving you crazy. Your head spins with desire, grinding against his mouth. The entire time, Xavier's eyes never stray from your expressions. It's euphoric, being strung so high, knowing you're going to be just as ardently guided down.
Xavier rumbles something against your sex, but you're too far gone to pay any mind. You can feel your orgasm washing over you, ebbing straight into your body. Before you can process it, you're clenching around Xavier's tongue, staining his mouth and chin with your slick.
Xavier doesn't let up though, gently slowing his movements. You pant as roll into his touch before you start flinching away from overstimulation. You push at Xavier's forehead, feeling his detach from you. His arms still stay looped around your hips, pressing kisses into your pelvis and stomach. His chin rests against your stomach as he cranes his neck to look at you.
"My star… Am I forgiven? Or shall I keep going? I'll do it as much as you'd like— I'll do anything." He says it so pointedly you don't have the heart to tease him. You shake your head, letting go of his blondish strands.
"You're forgiven, Xavier…" You say with a sigh, thighs trembling in his hold. "Though, I wouldn't mind a massage—"
"Anything you desire, my love."
ZAYNE 黎深:
"Your greed knows no bounds, Doctor." You remark, narrowing your eyes at Zayne. The blue light of his laptop reflects in his glasses has his gaze flits up to you. He's in his night clothes, yet he's still sitting at his desk. To add salt to the wound, he ate your dessert. Zayne's brows raise slightly, his crimes dawning on him.
"I'll be there in—" Zayne begins to speak, but you abruptly cut him off.
"Ten minutes, I know. I heard that an hour ago, dear." You walk towards the front of his desk, placing your hands on the wood. He stares up at you, eyes flitting down to the screen. You lean in, pulling his glasses off his face. "Don't you think you owe me reparations, Doctor? You ate my pudding and now you're lying to me." You jut out your lip in a faux pout watching his expression morph. Zayne rubs his temples, sighing.
He rises from his desk, glancing at his phone to check the time. He walks around the desk as your eyes follow him, his arms soon caging you against the wood table. He rests his face into the back of your neck, hands smoothing down your sides. You tangle a hand into his hair, guiding his lips towards yours.
As you press into Zayne you can feel his heart beating on your shoulder, the hitch in his throat as you slide your tongue against his. He lowers his head once more, kissing down the back of your neck. Pulling down the straps of your shirt to feel the skin of your shoulder.
"Will this suffice?" It's rhetorical. Zayne knows that you are far greedier than he is. He huffs a laugh near your neck, massaging his fingers into your hips and tail bone. "Tell me how I can right my wrong, darling." He breathes against your ear, guiding your chin back.
Zayne presses his lips against yours, feeling you willingly part your lips for his tongue. His hands stay busy, thumbs pulling down your pants and letting it pool by your ankles. You step out of the fabric, turning around quickly to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
He takes a step back as if to guide you towards the bedroom, but you pull on the collar of his night shirt. You shake your head,
"No. Here. So next time you lie to me, you can remember what it will cost to make it right." You chuckle against his lips, kissing him once more. Your lips move in tandem and Zayne is quick to prop you onto his desk. He shuffles his things to the side, knocking down a few papers in the process.
That isn't important right now.
You raise your hips, slipping your panties off before tugging on the edges of Zayne's shirt. He quickly disposes it, allowing you to feel the contours of his body. Your fingertips glide over his chest, collarbones, and expand over the plains of his abdomen.
Zayne works quickly. An arm wraps around the backs of your shoulders, guiding you to lay across his desk on your hip. Zayne manages to slip a hand between your thighs, knuckles running along your soaked slit.
"Tell me where you want me." He whispers into your ear, kissing the underside of your jaw when you lean back. He manages to get you onto your knees, kneeling on the desk as your back faces him. Zayne kisses down your spine, fingers lingering near your sex.
You take his hand, guiding the tips of his fingers between your folds, dragging them up and down. His fingers flex gently, prodding your hole. Zayne presses a kiss to your shoulder as your hips push back into his hand. Two of his fingers slip effortlessly into you, eliciting a moan from you.
"I should have known you wouldn't wait for me. Did you get tired of playing by yourself?" He questions, holding back a smile. You huff into your forearm, flushing.
"You took too long." You groan, pushing back against his fingers. He curls them into your sweet spot, allowing you to set the pace. Zayne hums against your back, feeling the chill of his skin against yours. His thumb finds your clit, pressing down on the bud as he continues to arch his fingers. You gush around him, squeezing your thighs together.
"My apologies." There's no bite to his words, a soft smile displayed on his face. You glance over your shoulder, brows furrowing as he leans in to kiss you again. You're impatient though, growing far too tired of simply having fingers inside of you. You press the arch of your foot against his thigh, straining your ankle to drag it higher up his leg.
Zayne catches your ankle with his spare hand, pressing his thumb into the center. It effectively restrains you foot, causing it to curl inwards. You whine against his lips, but soon hear him shuffling out of his pants.
"Good things comes to those who wait." Zayne humors you, sliding your foot outwards. He parts your legs, guiding the head of his cock between your thighs. He groans at the sheer heat of you, feeling your ass pressed against his pelvis. "Greedy." He remarks, seeing you push back against him. His hand rests on your hip, guiding you onto him.
You groan as Zayne pushes into you, your body rolling against his hips. He holds you down, keeping you in place despite your incessant whines. Gently, Zayne guides you to sit up, his chest against your shoulders. With his lips beside your ear, you can hear his heavy breathing and groans.
"impatient and greedy." He repeats, coiling an arm around your center to palm at your exposed chest. Your head falls back into his shoulder, sucking and biting marks onto his neck. Come tomorrow, he may flush at the bright red markings on his pale skin, but for now, Zayne allows you to do as you please.
When he finally bottoms out, he doesn't waste anytime. He sets the pace for you, pressing a hand on your lower abdomen. You feel the pressure of him, his cock running into the deepest part of you. It drives you insane, your fingers coiling around his wrist.
The compression on your stomach makes your head spin, not to mention Zayne's moans and scent flooding your senses.
"So noisy. Is this what you wanted, my love? Is this a sufficient apology?" Zayne is aware a conversion will occur later as he peppers kisses into your chest and shoulders, uttering a promise to be more cautious about his time working late at night.
Especially on days where he is supposed to be in bed, curled into your warmth. But for now, he's willing to satiate your desires. Pleasure you until your eyes are rolling back and sweat under the folds and panes of your body. You nod fervently, jaw agape as you pulse around his length.
"Cum, my love. I know you want to. Let me—" Zayne pauses, a moan interrupting his speech. "Ah, let me makes you feel better." His hand drags from your hip to your chin, guiding your lips against his as you shatter in his arms. You can't escape the pleasure and sincerity he's forcing upon you. You're wrapped in his ember, indulging to the highest degree in the pleasure he provides.
Even as your lips part, your foreheads press against one another. Zayne pants against your lips before his orgasm crashes into him. His hips stammer, but continue rolling through the pleasure. Gently, you two ride out your highs together, collapsing against his body.
"I love you." Zayne mutters, imprinting kisses into your shoulder. "I'll manage my time better."
"No, don't." You chuckle, bringing your hand up to his face. You lightly squish his cheek between your fingers. "I like to kiss and make up." Zayne chuckles, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple.
"Greedy."
RAFAYEL 祁煜:
Rafayel doesn't argue with you majority of the time. When you get angry, fuming at his behavior, he's quick to shrug it off. A master at adverting your attention to anything other than his wrongdoings. He refuses to address any issues with your relationship with the fear that you will give up on him— Leave him for good.
"Isn't this nicer, cutie?" Rafayel's breath tickles your ear, biting down on the soft flesh. You twitch under him, hips rutting into his palm. "You don't need to worry about anything. Just focus on me, okay?"
It's hard to focus on anything except him. His fingers curl into your just right, rocking his palm with the correct pressure. It should be a crime how good Rafayel makes you feel. The way you kiss and make up is addicting. The high you get from arguing to grabbing his collar and kissing him senseless.
Your arms coil around Rafayel's neck, sucking on his skin. He hisses, palming at your hip with his free hand. You bite around his neck and collarbone, decorating him with your markings. You refuse to leave him because regardless of his shortcomings, Rafayel makes up for them in a plethora of ways.
"Are you close, cutie? I can feel you. It feels so good, doesn't it? Grinding on my hand instead of yelling, hm?" He doubles down, pressing his thumb against your clit. He mercilessly swirls the bud, jerking his fingers to press deep inside of you. You moan into his skin, biting down harder the closer you get. Your hips press into his palm, meeting him halfway.
Your body stutters though, the sensitivity growing to an all-time high. Though, just before you cum, Rafayel pulls his hand away from your sex. A string of your slick chases his fingertips, making him smile at the sight. You're huffing, panting as you gaze at him with anger.
"All you do is make me angry." Your words hold no bite though, not when your thighs are shaking with need. He knows you won't be mad for long, not when he holds the power of your pleasure in his palm.
Rafayel snickers, leaning onto his forearms as he undoes his zipper. The bed sinks under his weight as your hands impatiently undo his belt. The metal clinks as it falls to the floor, your body moving in to kiss him. Your hands cup his face, drawing him in as he undresses himself.
You already know what's coming next. He forces you to sit up on your knees, pressing a hand to the backs of your thighs. Rafayel doesn't wait for you, sinking you down on his cock as his tongue takes the opportunity to slip into your mouth. Your moans muffle against his tongue as he pulls you down further.
Your nails drag into his skin, creating red angry marks. You push against his chest, letting him lay flat against the sheets. His hair puffs out, cheeks flushed as you rise up on your knees. Rafayel reaches out to touch you, but you swat his hand away.
"No. Just sit still. Do something good for me for once." You furrow your brows, sinking back onto his cock with ease. He watches from below as your knees spread, the way your head tilts back. Your hand presses onto his chest for stability, arching onto him. You lay flat onto him, your hips bouncing.
Rafayel groans beneath you, the tips of his ears a bright red. The room fills with heavy pants and moans. Despite your orders, his hands rest on your ass, aiding you. Your fingers splay over his sides, leaving marks down his chest and shoulders.
"You're such an ass, you know?" You grunt, legs trembling like jelly as you spread your knees wider. The burn feels so good, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. "Making me chase you down all afternoon. Just for you to ignore me." Your nails dig into his skin as you try to push yourself up.
You swat his hands away again, ruffling your own hair to bounce on his cock properly. He lies deep in your stomach as you bite down on your lip.
"You're so fucking immature." You drag your nails down Rafayel's torso, his cock throbbing inside of you. You clench around him rhythmically, his hips winding into yours. His hand raises to your chest, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He lets out a strained huff, smiling despite all your insults.
"You still love me though. Right, cutie?" Rafayel pulls you down against his chest, hands grabbing your hips to bounce your ass onto him with a steady pace. You grasp at the sheets, digging blunt crescents into his skin.
"Never going to let you leave me, okay?" He hisses through gritted teeth. Despite his ability to speak, Rafayel isn't faring any better than you are. "We'll figure it out. I'll do better." The base of his spine tingles under your weight, a force driving his climax closer and closer. The longer it goes on, the sloppier Rafayel gets. His body tenses, growing dizzy at your mewls and whines.
His hand leaves your hip, driving your face towards him. The kiss is a mess of teeth and tongue, bitting at each other's lips as you both try to contain yourselves. But it feels too good. The way you tighten and gush around him drives Rafayel insane. In the same manner, Rafayel sinks deeply into you, thrusting his hips into yours with precision.
In sync, the two of you shudder chest to chest. Your nails tug at Rafayel's scalp, the pain forcing his orgasm to crash down. Your entire body trembles, thighs quivering as you gush around Rafayel's length. It's almost painful how hard you cum. You can hear Rafayel moaning into your ears before biting down on your shoulder.
Tit for tat.
Sweat drips down your bodies, slack against one another. Neither of you move, afraid to rock the serenity of the moment. Rafayel rests his hands against your upper back, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
"I will do better, I promise." He mumbles into your hairline, drawing you in for a much softer kiss.
"We'll see."
SYLUS 秦彻:
The first thing Sylus does when he returns home is seek you out. Especially right now considering he's committed a criminal offense: He has missed date night. A ritual you two have at least once a week. Today though, he was caught in unfortunate circumstances. He almost got caught into a trap, negligent of his surroundings due to his mind being occupied by you. He finds you laying in your shared bed, slumped over the sheets.
You're still wearing your outfit. Your heels have almost slipped off your feet as they dangle over the bed, your dress riding up your hips. He has an incredible view, but he can't help but feel a pang in his chest. He doesn't even shed his gloves before laying beside you. His hand runs up your thighs, massaging the exposed skin of your hip. Sylus pulls you close, watching you rouse from your blissful sleep.
"Sylus?" You breathe out, eyes still shut. Your body curls into his, the cool leather of his hand smoothing over your forehead. Your makeup has gone askew, eyeliner smudging. He gently runs a hand under your eye, smiling softly. The low lights make it easier to see his face even as he draws near.
"I'm late. I'm sorry." There's a deep furrow in his brows, his silver strand swaying. You match his expression, linking your fingers together at your hip bone.
"I got all dressed up. I wanted to see the opera." You're disappointed, he knows it. Sylus leans down to kiss you, lips softly pressed into yours. You turn over, letting him hover over you.
"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry." He mutters into your lips, letting you coil your arms around his neck. You feel the prickly edges of the back of his head, fingers finding his strands. He feels nice pressed against you, holding you through the negative emotions that backpack off disappointment. Sylus cups your ribs, hands molding over your breasts as he kisses down your dress.
"So beautiful, hm?" His lips bite your skin gently, lapping at the wounds. Your thighs make room for his knee as it settles between your legs. You let your fingers make do of his shirt, unbuttoning the top as you tug his tie off. You can see the dust that sticks to his shirt, the splatters of blood on his cheek. You furrow your brows at the sight, pulling him closer.
"Did you get hurt?" You whisper against his lips, afraid that if you spoke any louder it would break the moment. Sylus shook his head, reassuringly kissing you. His lips move with yours in tandem, arms coiling around one another. "I'd be more angry if you did." You tell him when you part. Sylus laughs when your arms slip off his shoulders. You remove his shirt, hands exploring his body.
It's familiar terrain. The small dots on his body, the contours of his abdomen and hips. You know this area well, running a hand over his chest. He's sensitive there. Sylus moans above you, pulling your hips up to fully push your dress up. It clings to your waist as Sylus kneels near the edge of the bed. He pulls you forward with a tug to your ankle as he slips your heels back on.
"Can I walk you through what we would have done?" He mutters against your knee, looking up through his lashes. Your fingers find home against his head, nodding gently as you place your thigh over his shoulder. Sylus smiles softly, the edges of his eyes softening. "The opera would have been the first spot. And dinner afterwards, that's our tradition." He speaks fondly of your weekly routines.
"Then we would walk around a park. You always stuff yourself full, kitten. I'm glad though. Seeing you become greedier as the days pass." Sylus fully settles on his knees now, gently parting your thighs. He can see the way your panties gently glisten under the soft lighting. He smiles, kissing the insides of your knees.
"By then, I would have reaches my limit. Especially when you look this divine. How could I not?" You flush under Sylus's compliments, letting a small giggle slip. "Where would you let me have you? Near the entrance or in the elevator? Perhaps the lower living room? That is your favorite, no?" Sylus slips a thumb under your panties, gently tugging them down your thighs.
"Maybe the stairs on the way to the bedroom. I grow more impatient as the days pass, kitten" You can imagine it now, running away as he chases you up the stairs. Sylus is adept in chasing you though, a master in his craft. Pressing you into the stairs as your thighs squish his head.
That is his idea of paradise after all.
With your panties out the way, Sylus parts your thighs further. You scoot closer, guiding his mouth to where you need him most. He hums, satisfied with your orders. His tongue runs along your folds, wasting no time.
"Maybe the bathtub like last Friday? You enjoyed that greatly, didn't you? I've never seen you make such a face before." Sylus reminiscences the way you were trembling on top of him as your hips rose and sank. Desperately holding onto his hand, tears streaming with need. Tragically beautiful.
His fingers join the mix, circling your entrance to gather your slick. You accept his touch, rolling your hips into his fingertips. He thrives off watching you like so. You let out a shaky breath, his middle finger sinking into you. You feel the bump of his ring by your folds, thighs pressing around him. That has never stopped Sylus though. His free hand dips your body back, laying on the bed flat.
With a hand on your lower back, Sylus raises your hips into his mouth. Your weight settles onto his palm as your legs splay. He gets a clearer view of your sex now, noting the way you pulse around him. Sylus likes the take his time, savor every sound and taste. But tonight he has a mission to fulfill: Satisfy his beloved. Make it up to you.
Sylus does just that, his finger curling into your sweet spot. His fingers are your favorite part of him, long and stocky to hit in just the right places. You fist the sheets, tugging at the burgundy silk. It's sickening how smooth his sheets are. They slip from your fingers as your hips roll into Sylus's touch.
"Please. More, Sylus. Don't tease me…" You moan from above, letting your hand slip beneath the bodice to squeeze your breast. Sylus takes his hand from our lower back to glide up your body. He shushes you, bitting the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
"Let me. Just enjoy, my love." He cups your exposed breast, kneading the skin before using the sides of his fingers to pinch and roll your nipple. All the while, he slips another finger inside of you. He works you well, curling and prodding your sweet spots. "That's it. It must feels so nice, right?" Sylus rises from your thighs to kiss up your stomach. He's bent at an odd angle, so you pull him back on top of you.
He cages you with his body against the numerous pillows, gliding his tongue against yours. Sylus moans into your mouth, angling his wrist to better touch you. His thumb glides between your lips to press at your clit. You jerk against him, thighs squeezing his wrist. It doesn't stop Sylus though, he keeps his pace.
With his free hand, he fully tugs down the top of your dress and lets the material bunch at your torso. Your nipples harden under the newly found air. Sylus suckles around the buds, but quickly changes his tune when you whine under him. He commits to the act, directly suckling at the bud. It hardens more in his mouth, growing puffy and swollen from his ministrations.
"Kitten." Sylus purrs against your skin, creating bites into your skin. "Beautiful. My beautiful sweetheart. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you as much as you'd like." His voice rumbles in your ears. Your hands explore his bare body, dragging red lines down his biceps and shoulders. Sylus shudders under the pain, eyes gently rolling back.
He works guides you through it all, murmuring sweet words into your skin while his fingers curl and roll into your cunt. You pulse and gush around him, legs flailing.
"Sylus!" You cry out, tears brimming your eyes. Sylus kisses your lids, smiling.
"Cum for me, sweetie. You deserve that much." He whispers, feeling your body seize under him. It's euphoric, like fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. Your jaw slackens, pitchy moans and whines escaping your lips the longer Sylus keeps your strung out for. His fingers don't stop even as you cum, clenching around his digits. His palm rolls into your clit, hips chasing his movement.
"Good girl, good. I have you, sweetie." He rocks you through your high, even has you slacken under him. Sylus does not stop, gently guiding you into another high. You don't mind it though, your body in desperate need of his touch. Sylus presses a kiss to your lips, saliva pooled around the edges.
"We'll keep going until I've paid my dues, kitten. Be as greedy as you please."
CALEB 夏以昼:
Caleb is a nuisance when you argue. He would perish if he gave you even an ounce of space. He wants to solve issues in the moment rather than letting them linger in your mind for hours on end. Nip it in the bud, kind of guy. You hate that about him though— So clingy and in your face when all you need is a little space.
Though, you can't quite be mad at him when his tongue is buried deep inside of you.
"Pipsqueak, please? I'm sorry, honey. Won't ever put the cameras up again, okay?" Caleb says, pressed into your sex. You push at his forehead, yet your hips chase after his touch. You feel like a fool. How could you fold so fast?! Yet, how could you pass up the opportunity? It's not as if Caleb has ever given you a bad experience in the bedroom— Far from that.
You falter, seeing his eyes glimmering in the low lighting of his home. You shouldn't even be here, you should be ignoring me. You were headed back home after a bad argument, but he insisted you stay for dinner and or at least take something home. Yet, as the water on the stove comes to a roaring boil, Caleb pays it no mind.
"I'll be a good boy, yeah?" Caleb whines, his fingers working into your sensitive walls. You twitch above him, gripping onto the granite tiles. It digs into the base of your spine as you tremble on your toes. You tug at Caleb's strands as your heart races in your chest. His touch drives you mad, tongue swirling over your clit as his fingers veer into your sweet spots.
He plays so unfair.
Caleb presses a wet kiss to your clit, kissing all along the meat of your thighs. His nose rubs into the skin as he hums, watching your composure fail. He draws your hand covering your mouth back to his head, letting you push him further into your wet folds.
"I'll do anything, baby. I'm sorry, okay? I'll be such a good boy." He laps at your clit again, suckling on the swollen bud. Your hips jerk into his mouth, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. Caleb's eye brim with faux tears, pleasuring your most sensitive places. He rambles on, mouth pressed into your folds.
He works into your body, dragging two orgasms out of you. Your legs tremble around his head and thighs before he twirls you around. Gently, with an arm wrapped around the front of your shoulders, Caleb bends you over the table, pulling your panties to the side. From the corner of your eye, you can see your discarded jeans and one of your boots. Your eyes flutter shut as Caleb kisses down your spine, your hand seeking out his.
"Hm? What is it, pretty? You forgive me?" You ignore his teasing, looking over your shoulder to whine at him. Just as Caleb knows your every weakness, you know his all the better: Your needs. With flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, you give him the neediest look you can muster.
"Oh, my baby. Look at you. You just need me, huh?" You nod in reply. Caleb falters, cooing at your expression. He guides you back up, pulling you into his arms. His pants hand low on his hips as Caleb guides you to his bedroom. With your arms looped around his neck, you hold on tight.
"I'll be good, yeah? No more spying on you, baby." Caleb nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, guiding you to his bed. As your placed onto grey-ish black sheets, Caleb hovers over you. He aims for your neck, kissing and lapping at your skin. You let his chest press against yours, legs locking around his hips. "Would you like that, honey? Me being good for you? Is that what you need?"
Again, you don't reply, letting your noises answer for you. His hand rub at your sides, fingers finding their way between your thighs again. A shiver treks up your spine as Caleb's fingers spread inside your walls. He tugs on your earlobe, pulling away with a chuckle when you punch his chest.
"Behave, boy." You narrow your eyes, letting him place your ankles on his shoulders. Caleb doesn't like to waste time, not when you're ready for him. He nods, his bangs swaying softly.
"Can I, baby? Promise I'll make you feel so good, okay?" His eyes wane, melting into a look of needy tenderness. You can't say no, you don't want to. You roll your eyes at him, pressing your hips forward. As his hips presses into you, Caleb groans. Your wet heat envelops his length as he grinds on his molars. But soon, noises slip out of his mouth and his brows knit.
"Thank you, baby." Caleb sighs, relief spreading through his body. The deeper you sink onto his cock, the louder he gets. He repeats this mantra of thanks over and over into your neck, lapping and nipping the skin. His hips have a mind of their own, raising yours to thrust into you as deeply as possible. Eventually, he rises to see your face. The flushed, dazed expression makes his cock throb.
"My baby. You're so pretty." He mumbles into your lips, placing wet kisses all over your face. "I couldn't help myself. You were so beautiful and I just—Ah!— Wanted to make sure nobody hurt you, honey." In between thrusts he speaks, trying his best to keep his composure. But Caleb falters feeling your walls clench around him. His pelvis knocks into your swollen clit, only amplifying the pleasure.
"My pretty baby." He coos, kissing the insides of your knees, down to your ankle. Caleb pulls your sock off with his teeth, letting your foot rest in his palm before pressing a kiss to the underside. He strays down your heel to the sides before one final one at the base of your foot.
"Promise I'll be a good boy, okay? No more cameras, baby. Yeah?" Caleb lets your foot rest on his chest as his head smooths the hair out of your face. Sweat lines your naked body the closer you get. Your whines grow louder as your hips try to back away from his obsessive pleasure, but Caleb has never let you stray far.
"Shh, shh. Don't run, baby." Caleb whispers, pressing his body weight onto you. The pressure only makes you dizzier, unable to run from the onslaught. It's too much, yet not enough all at once. Caleb knows, he knows everything about your body. So his fingers find your chest, pinching your nipples between his thumb and pointer, gently tugging at it. "Shh, don't be fussy, I know. I know, baby. I have you."
He suffocates you with his love, locking his lips against yours. Caleb suckles on your tongue, letting you pull at his hair. Your nails rake angry marks all along his back, his necklace making its way between your lips. Your run your tongue along the beaded apple, letting the thick silver slip onto his.
"Cum for me, baby. Wanna make you feel so good, yeah? Let me do that much." Caleb's arms encompass your body, rutting into your heat before your nails dig into his biceps. It's too much, your body can't handle it. You spasm under him, eyes rolling back before the knot in your stomach bursts.
"There you go, baby. I have you." Caleb babbles, lost in the heat and tightness of your cunt. His hips keep rutting into you as he digs his face into your neck. With what little strength you have left, you tighten your hold on Caleb's necklace. You tug it towards you, drawing him into a kiss. Your teeth dig into his bottom lip, iron coating your taste buds.
That's the final push he needed.
Before you know it, Caleb cums inside of you. A warmth fills your lower regions as your ankles lock against his spine. He can't move, forced to withstand the overstimulating waves of his orgasm. He whimpers and jerks in your hold, but you guide him through it.
"Will you forgive me, baby?" His voice is so shaky, eyes brimmed with tears. You can't tease him now, not when he's trembling and desperate for your forgiveness. You sigh, your face hot with his breath. "I've been a good boy, tell me what else I can do, my love. All I want is for you to forgive me." You smooth his hair out of his eyes, pressing a kiss to his sweat lined forehead.
"I'll let it go just this once.." You grumble, reluctant. Caleb's eyes glow with joy, encompassing your body into a hug. He peppers kisses all along your exposed skin as he gently pulls out of you. You tag back on his necklace, whispering against his lips.
"Do me one favor though, Caleb." You say, watching his brows raise. If he had a tail, you'd imagine it would be swaying quickly.
"Yes, yes! Anything, baby." You push yourself a bit higher on the bed, your elbows shakily supporting your weight. You guide Caleb's face back between your leaking folds, watching his ears twinge red.
"Clean me up?" Caleb smiles in return, pressing a kiss to the top of your foot.
"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." Sylus drawls as he leans over your shoulder from behind. The nickname makes you bristle, though your stomach twists in a sick sense of joy. Your hatred for Sylus had evolved into something you couldn't, or rather wouldn't, name.
"What are you doing here?" You whisper, though your heart pounds as the scent of his cologne envelops you. He hums as if debating answering your question, stepping just close enough that anyone around would likely assume you're a couple.
But...would that be so bad?
It's hard to decide. Even harder when you can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, when his hand brushes yours in a featherlight touch and your heart pounds in your ears.
"I came to say hi." His tone is devoid of it's usual mocking lilt. You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes to study them. He tilts his sunglasses down as if to aid you, clearly hiding nothing.
"You could have called."
"I could have. But this is more rewarding." He smiles for a moment, but it's not in his usual condescending manner. It's almost as if he's...shy?
Does the big bad leader of Onychinus...have a crush on you?
It'd be funny if you didn't feel the same way.
You finally turn to face him, though you make a point to not step back, leaving the non-existent space between your bodies as is. It doesn't go unnoticed, and his smile grows a small fraction.
"There's a nice coffee shop down the street. It's quiet. And peaceful." His brow raises with interest, and his eyes flicker with joy.
18+ mdni | gege caleb always comes home during exam season to help u destress
TW. fingering, massages
caleb always took time off from the DAA during your exams to make sure you were taking care of yourself. as much as you argued that you were an adult and didn’t need him, he knew you loved when he babied you. he could easily tell you liked it from the way your cheeks flushed every time he brought you food, patting your head and telling his “smart girl” to not work so hard.
plus, in a way it was a vacation for him. yes he was doing way more laundry, cooking, and cleaning—but it was for you. in skyhaven he was doing the same stuff but had been constantly thinking about where you were, what you were doing, who you were with. now he didn’t have to guess.
so every time you made a joke about him being a ‘house husband’, he laughed and happily agreed, saying it’s what he was born to do. you thought the label was funny, but caleb liked it because it extended his duties, and he made sure to follow through on them.
his favourite of all was after you finished all your exams and had him work out the knots that developed from stress. he was shocked at how tense you got, spending hours upon hours smoothing out your muscles with baby oil, relishing in the little gasps you let out every time he got close to where you really needed him.
“cmon sweets, try and relax for me”
“you’re so sensitive pips”
“already squirming and i haven’t even touched you properly yet”
after caleb felt you’d been teased enough, he’d finally move his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples before bringing his fingers between your thighs, eyeing the slick forming.
“looks like i don’t need to use any more oil here” he’d tease, finally circling your clit with the pad of his index finger, cock swelling at the way your hips jumped. he never made it about him though, this was for you. his fingers only sped up after you moaned his name, begging your gege to stop teasing.
two fingers dipped into your entrance causing your cunt to immediately convulse around the intrusion, clit throbbing as his thumb pressed down. when you finally let go for him and came with a cry of his name on your tongue, he moved your thighs apart, kneeling between them before starting the process over with his tongue.
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His arm draped across your body, and warm breaths tickling your shoulder. Every now and then soft murmurs of adoration and comfort slip out, revealing his sleepiest thoughts.
Getting up would be impossible. The slightest movement from you and his arm locks up, pulls you closer, and into that position where your frame slots perfectly into his like a puzzle piece.
Locks of pale gold feathered across the pillow the two of you are now sharing, sticking up at all angles after a long night. You’d never tire of seeing him like this – shirtless, messy, voice deep and gravely from sleep – a warm embrace constructed in a way that made you feel safe, like no one else could enter.
"Good morning starlight," he whispers, pressing his lips into the back of your neck.
You can feel his long limbs stretching for a moment before they wrap around again, telling you that you’re not getting out of bed any time soon. Not that you’d want to anyways.
"I don’t feel like sharing you with the world today. That’s ok, right?"
You sigh contently when a languid kiss finds its way to that delicate spot on your neck. The lack of space between your barely clothed bodies makes it impossible to miss his hard length rubbing up against your rear.
Xavier wants you to take what you need
content: ovulation, morning sex, pussy job
You wake with your thighs rubbing together, seeking the friction that had eluded you in your hazy, heat-filled dreams. Buried under his soft sheets with your face in his pillow, you're surrounded by his warmth and familiar scent, whining and rolling your hips into the mattress.
Half-coherent and driven by need, you shift, flopping your head to the other side to view your boyfriend. Xavier's soft lips are parted slightly, deep, even breaths escaping him in his peaceful slumber.
"Xavier," you mumble, poking him, tugging at his loose, white t-shirt.
He hums, fingers gliding up to hold yours, but otherwise doesn't stir.
"Xavierrr," you whine, nudging his shoulder, then shaking him gently until he grunts, brows furrowing before his eyes slowly blink open.
"Mm?" Xavier hums in question, long lashes fluttering, blue eyes glazed over and softening when you're the first thing he sees. His jaw goes slack when he lets out a yawn, and you bite your lip, warm with affection at seeing him all sleepy and cute. His voice is deeper, thick when he asks you, "What is it?"
You try to stifle your grinding against the bed, but he pulls you close, going for those habitual early morning snuggles. You hiss when your throbbing core brushes against his knee, trying not to whimper or grind down onto it.
But he senses your restlessness, gaze honing in on the not so subtle movements of your hips, your little jolts under the sheets. Xavier tilts his head, bangs falling across his eyes as he smirks into the pillow.
In one swift movement, he hooks his hand under your knee, tugging your leg over his thigh. You can feel the muscles of it flex through his thin sleep shorts, pressing up against you to silently encourage you to grind against it.
You fall into his offer easily, burying your face into his neck. His skin is so warm, so soft, begging to be sucked and marked.
Mouthing at it mindlessly, you moan his name, teeth grazing along his slow and steady pulse. A content sound rumbles from his broad chest, where your breasts nearly spill out of your rumpled tank top to push against it.
Then he mumbles, grabbing at his phone on the bedside table.
"What—" You suck in a breath, moaning as you rotate your hips, finding a spot in your dry humping that sends pleasure sparking straight from your clit to your core. "What are you doing?"
"Checking," Xavier says unhelpfully, squinting against the brightness of his phone screen in the dim light of his bedroom.
"Checking what?"
His voice is melodic, content when he replies, "You’re ovulating."
You huff, pulling back from his spit-slicked, love-bitten neck to see him smiling at you in satisfaction.
Your hand finds his chin, squishing his cheeks.
"Cocky," you accuse breathlessly, your grip landing on his shoulder to leverage yourself over him.
You straddle his strong thigh, head tossed back as you grind up and down, bouncing on it. Following that build of hot tension coiling in your gut, your own thighs squeezing and shaking around his.
Xavier hums, hungrily eyeing the peek down your disheveled tank top to your bouncing breasts. Your nipples are hard, clearly visible and tempting, and he licks his lips.
Lost in your pleasure, you miss the wicked spark of mischief in his eyes before he closes them, leaning his head back against the pillow.
"I’m sleepy."
You freeze in your eager movements, mouth agape.
"Really, Xav?" you whine, hips wiggling against him before you force yourself to still.
You wouldn't be mad if he was too tired to deal with it right now. But being this horny and wet and nearly out of your mind with it, you'd have to find some other way to cum.
Did you leave your vibrator in his drawer? He wouldn't mind if you pulled it out, right?
You're about to ask when his slender fingers brush against your pelvis, finding where your shirt had ridden up. His calluses graze along the trim of your panties, and your muscles jump in sensitivity, before he moves to shift his own shirt up.
The fabric settles around his soft tummy, and he strokes those long fingers across his smooth skin, down the trail of silver hair that disappears beneath his sleep shorts. He tugs the waistband down, revealing the gray band of his briefs, and just a hint of the mouth-watering, heavy bulge straining against the tight fabric.
"Feel free to use me as you please, angel," Xavier murmurs, blue eyes dark and fixed on you through heavy lids.
You inhale sharply, staring at him wide-eyed.
"Really?" Your fingers brush against the gray band, and you tug down his sleep shorts more to see his growing erection. "You're sure?"
Xavier nods his consent, watching you lazily, his hand curling around the back of your thigh. His fingertips dig into your plush skin, stroking higher to find where your slick had soaked through your panties, dampening your inner thighs.
He tugs you forward, encouraging you to sit yourself on where he hangs, hot and heavy between his legs. You moan at the shock of pleasure, even with the thin layers of fabric still between you.
"Yes," Xavier moans his assurance, his eyes locked onto yours. "Take what you need from me. I wanna watch you."
At his encouragement, you hook your thumbs into his briefs, pulling them down with his shorts until you finally see him, thick and throbbing, waiting for you. You drag your finger along the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock and watch him twitch, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.
You stroke him slowly, palm slick with your own spit, just admiring how ruddy his tip gets before it begins to leak precum. Your thumb circles it, dipping into his hole to watch it stick to your skin when you pull back.
His breaths are slow and even, but his hips roll gently into your grasp, his languid gaze not lifting from you for a second.
"Don't you want it?" he teases you, his slickened cock thrusting up once through your fingers, and you shiver. "It's all for you. Take it."
You hear the soft intake of his breath, matching your own gasp when you finally tug your ruined panties to the side to brush your drenched cunt against him.
Your hips roll, trapping his length between his abdomen and your pussy, encompassing him in the glide along your wet lips, languid and unhurried in the early morning light.
"There you go," Xavier breathes, his thumb rubbing along your inner thigh. "What a pretty sight. Just for me," the last part is mumbled to himself, and you bite your lip to stifle a whine.
Your breathing grows heavy, head falling back between your shoulders, vision unfocused on the star-shaped fairy lights that hang from the corner of his ceiling while you grind along his cock. You gasp each time his head notches on your entrance, trying to eagerly suck him in with each pass, and moan when he slips back out to rub against your aching clit.
When you turn your attention back to Xavier, his arm is stretched out beside his head, fingers twitching. His Adam's apple bobs, the hickeys you just left littering the side of his neck as he watches you with half-lidded eyes, fluffy hair fanned out against his pillow. Not caring about his own pleasure, just enjoying seeing you take yours.
"You're so pretty," you whisper, watching how his eyelashes flutter, his brows pinching with a quiet moan at your praise. "You know that, right? So, so pretty."
You glance down, watching each time his reddened tip reappears from under your grinding, slicker with each pass.
"Such a pretty cock, too," you praise, and you feel him twitch at your words, throbbing within your folds. "Mine."
His face is flushed when you look back up at him, aroused and bashful in equal measures.
"Yours," he breathes, and you feel yourself start to fall apart.
Your hips quicken, jerking back and forth rapidly, that cord of pleasure tightening in your core, at the base of your spine.
Honestly, you could come like this, and the longer you watch him, utterly relaxed and drinking in the sight of you, the more you want to.
You grip his cock, moaning when he grunts, and tap his drenched tip against your clit, hips jolting with the pleasure that shoots through you.
"F-fuck," you gasp.
Thighs trembling, you rub yourself against the head of his cock, using him to get yourself off. You buck against the stimulation when his leaking hole catches against your clit, circling it.
"Wanna watch you cum right on my clit." Louder moans escape you as you feel that pleasure sparking, brightening, about to consume you. "I wanna see it, Xavier, please. Please?"
You look up at him through your lashes, completely debauched and so close to your orgasm, desperate for it, and Xavier breaks.
His eyes go wide and glazed over; broken, stuttered moans and gasps escaping where he'd been biting his own lip when he cums.
You whine, watching each load flood, hot and slick against your clit. It drips down where your hand grips him, still rubbing his tip against yourself as his cum shoots from it, and you cry out, short and sharp, when you cum right after him.
The orgasm blooms from your center, warming you with each wave, leaving him drenched, from his happy trail up to his abdomen. As the peak begins to ebb, you try and catch yourself on your arm, but your limbs give out, and you collapse onto his chest as he pants for breath.
Xavier's arms wrap around you instantly, gathering you close, and you curl into him, hips still twitching from the strength of your orgasm.
He presses soft kisses into your hair, and down your face. His thumb finds your chin, and he tilts your head back, meeting your lips in a long, content kiss.
"Feel better?" he asks, warm breath caressing your lips.
You burrow into him with a happy hum. "Much better."
"Mm, good." Xavier's fingers rub soothing circles into your inner thigh before dragging up through your folds, collecting the strings of cum before pushing them into your neglected hole.
You moan from the overstimulation, holding onto him tighter as he slowly scissors them, pumping in and out.
He sounds utterly serene when he kisses your forehead, but you hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "Now we have the rest of the day to make sure you don't waste another drop."
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