What was that pipsqueak

When you finally reach the base of him, mindful to stay breathing through your nose and not choke, you look up through teary eyes. It takes one look for him to understand.

His hips move carefully at first, slowly fucking your throat so as to let you get used to it. But once you squeeze his thighs, pleading for more? He's not holding back.

"Such a-fuck-good girl. Letting me use you." His actions are just as debased as his words, fucking your face so hard you don't even have time to choke, tip almost definitely bruising the back of your throat.

You've never been more wet in your life.

He doesn't cum down your throat like you'd expected. Instead, he pulls out, groaning as his cum shoots onto your open mouth and cheeks. Zayne is nearly doubled over, panting as he leans down to kiss you messily.

"So good for me. Let me take care of you now, okay?"

Sylus

Maybe you brought some of this stress onto yourself.

I mean, you WERE choosing to be in a serious relationship with your job's number 1 target. But, none of them really knew just how incredible Sylus was. Otherwise, they'd totally understand.

Of course, that doesn't help the pit of anxiety in your stomach every time Onychinus gets mentioned in the briefing room.

Today had been bad. There'd been a three hour long meeting about their various activities, and you'd had a knot in your stomach the entire time. Even as you step into your bedroom, you can feel it. So, there's really only one thing to do.

"Lay down." You don't explain, but Sylus gets the message. He smirks, setting his book aside and laying down on the bed as you strip down.

"Bad day?" He asks as you straddle his face. His evol wraps around your upper body to keep you steady, though his iron grip on your thighs makes it clear you won't fall.

"Less talking." You plead, squirming at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. He smirks, and then dives in so quickly you immediately cry out.

To his credit, Sylus is amazing at eating you out. Seriously, how he knows every spot that makes you scream, you'll never understand. But you definitely aren't complaining.

"O-oh fuck! Right there!" You gasp, back arching as you grip his silver locks. He moans at the sensation, ever the masochist.

You cum hard on his tongue, nearly seeing stars. But his grip doesn't loosen, and you're quickly whining from overstimulation.

"S-Sylus! I can't! Fuck!" You gasp, having to grip the headboard so you don't rip the hair from his head. He hums, fingers replacing his tongue as he pulls away.

"You wanted to use me, remember sweetie? Just relax and let me take care of you."

Valko

Honestly, you really don't know why Valko does this to himself.

It was his company after all, he didn't need to be working so hard! Still, he found things to busy himself with endlessly, only to drag himself to your place, exhausted and overwhelmed.

"Poor thing..." You coo as he sinks into the bed, head resting on your lap as he lays on your stomach. He sighs as your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

"You smell nice." He mumbles, propping himself up so he can press his lips to yours. You smile into it, pulling him a little closer.

"I tried a new lotion tonight. You like it?" You pull him with you as you lay back, his large form settling in between your legs. He sighs, and you can already feel the anxiety starting to melt off him.

"I do. I just..." He shifts, moving even closer to you and pressing his body closer. You whimper involuntarily when he grinds against you.

Perhaps he'd been a little too busy lately.

"You smell-fuck-b-better like this..." Valko murmurs, his whole body pressed against yours as his hips grind back and forth between your legs. Despite the layers of clothing, you whine at the sensation, pleasure shooting through you.

His stress becomes clear with the way his movements become frantic, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily. Usually, Valko likes to take his time, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But you're definitely not complaining at this change of pace.

"God!" He gasps, fingers digging into your flesh as he makes a mess of his pants. You can't help but smile, even if you weren't quite there. He'll make it up to you in a minute.

"Feeling better?"

Your thighs instinctively clench when his voice drops an octave. You can imagine the moments before he called so perfectly—Zayne, stumbling out of his car, painfully hard and phone in hand, eager to call you the second he steps through the threshold of his home. Zayne, biting his lip to stop the groans spilling out while he washes his hands and face, listening intently to the sound of your labored breathing over the phone line. Zayne, slipping into nothing but gray sweatpants that darken immediately from his pre, who still insists on trying to talk to you somewhat normally despite his weeping cock.

And Zayne, who falls apart the moment you breath a whiny, "Me too, pretty boy. Missed you so much."

It doesn't take long for his moans to be all that fills your brain, your loud cries spurring on his filthy mouth as he thrusts up into his fist like his life depends on it.

"Darling, o-ohh... darling. This—this was your plan all along, wasn't it? Nghh... you vixen..."

A third finger squeezes its way into your pussy, and you out a whimper. "J—just, hic, just missed you soo much, need your fingers, need your—mmpff!—big cock!"

The stretch is delicious, and Zayne's throaty groan at your words is doing nothing to stop the tightening coil low in your gut, hot and taut and ready to burst. Your thumb flicks at your clit and you arch your back, swearing that you can see white spots at the edge of your vision—

"W-wait, da—oohhh—darling," he pants. "Stop. Stop touching yourself."

You whine incessantly but pull your fingers away, crying softly into your phone's mic. "Noooo… m'soooooooo close… Zayne, not fair…"

So far gone, you fail to register the scuffling of clothes before a door is slammed shut—loudly, hurriedly. Keys jingle, and your lashes flutter as you try to make out what your boyfriend is doing and why it's not talking you through an orgasm.

"Give me ten minutes, sweetheart." Zayne's voice is raw from moaning, a fact that has slick drooling out of your empty cunt. "I'm not able to wait until tomorrow, so tonight it is."

"B-but—"

"No touching," he commands. "Not until I get there and you can cream around my cock like you were made to do."

RAFAYEL ⋆˚꩜｡ּ

What you were asking for was absurd! You were pregnant! Heavily pregnant at that, and here you were clinging onto your husband, whining into his ear about how one of his cocks couldn’t keep the hunger you had contained, you needed more.. and you’d beg him on your hands and knees until he complied. :

Your palms clamp down on your husband's strong shoulders, long nails digging into his flesh as he hisses out in pain. You both were underwater, his enormous strong tail holding you up as he tried to lower you down onto his big fat iridescent cock

“No,” you pant out, he had just finished fingering you moments before, and you were sure he was about to deny you more pleasure since he hid his second cock under his scales in between his slit. “Not today, give me more.”

You hug against him, rubbing your finger over his messy slit, lazily brushing the precum dripping from inside him over his soft folds “Please, Rafayel… Please I want more..” you bite your bottom lip hard, noting how your husband crumples underneath you when you stick your fingers inside him, trying your best to urge his dick out. “Please” you whine, pressing impossibly close against him. “Please Rafayel—“

“C-Cutie..” he gasps out in shock when he feels the soft tips of your fingers rub over the swollen head of his sheathed cock, his free one twitches between your puffy folds, desperately trying to push itself inside. Why were you trying to rile him up when you were like this? When he wanted so desperately to hold back.

“No-!” You croak, “please baby, please! Need more.. please..”

“You’re impossible…” he huffs, his ears a nice rose shade of pink like his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, not when you’re like this..” he rubs his large hand over the curve of your swollen tummy, whimpering when you grind against his thick cock in retaliation “You’re- pregnant, I can’t—“

Your eyes water with despair, even if you both were under the sea, your desperation was evident when he saw your eyebrows furrow up in defeat.

“Damn it—“

You’re flipped around instantly, pregnant body only held up by the thick water around you and your husband’s death grip on your hip, and one hand laying protectively over your stomach. Being underwater really helped you shift in new positions easily…

“You’re damn stubborn!” You almost scream when you feel the tips of both heads prod at your entrances before slowly pushing in. Finally, that stretch you haven’t felt in months found you again… you choke, legs flailing when the rim of your ass stretches around him.. it had been awhile since you’ve felt this full…

“F-Fuck..” he bites down on your ear before pumping his hips, big fat cocks hitting so deep inside you that the one inside your pussy beats against your cervix… it should be painful, this WOULD be painful, but you were lucky, lucky that your husband’s natural arousal worked as a lube and relaxant, it always felt like he was spilling before you even did anything… “Mhhh—“ he gasps, finally embracing the feeling of both your holes wrapping so perfectly around him again “Wanna give you more babies.. wanna give you more of me… don’t wanna let you go ever..”

Your scent was intoxicating, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was drunk of your smell alone. He buries himself deep, grinding the ridges of his abnormal fat cocks against your gummy walls as you holler out into the vast ocean. Any lemurian miles away could hear you being fucked by the sea god, but none would ever dare interfere.

Rafayel lifts your legs with both hands, spreading you open as you slowly fall on his bumpy cocks so they impale deep within you before he thrusts at an abnormally high speed.

You were sure you could see the mix of your juices puddling below you in the water as it squirts out with each sloppy thrust from your husband, but you didn’t have the energy to focus on that when he was abusing your insides.

“Not even done carrying this one and I already wanna put another in you.. you carry my child so well..” he kisses your cheek, a sweet gesture in comparison to the brutal speed he was pumping in you. “You look divine…” the stroke of both his cocks inside you felt so slippery and raw, the mix of the ocean water and the huge amount of cum spilling from him made it so easy for him to hump you like a mere small fleshlight.

“Rafayel-!” You gag, eyes stinging with tears when his cocks massage you simultaneously, rubbing against another despite being in different places..it made you want to scream! “Rafayel!

“Rafayel!!”

It’s like Déjà vu when he stills in you, balls clenching up before spilling loads of his cum inside your swollen walls in short spurts that may have turned your insides white. He rubs against your stomach, eyes crinkling when he tries to feel for your young.. “Are you satisfied?,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, making you weakly shiver into his chest as he continued pumping in you to help you both ride your highs. “I can go another round if you’re up for the challenge..”

XAVIER⋆˚꩜｡ּ

Your star was always quite rough in bed, now that you were pregnant he couldn’t be more gentle..too gentle in fact. You’ve been only getting dry little humps from him, his fingers, but you needed more, you felt like you’d burst if he didn’t give you his all…:

“Xavier?” You were wrapped in a blanket on your husband's lap, he was laying against your pregnant belly, listening and feeling for your soon to be child.

“Mh?” He sleepily responded, holding your hands before rubbing into your knuckles.

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?” You lightly inquired, eyes filled with hesitation and guilt. It was almost inhuman how quickly Xavier sat up, his eyes were wide, and he had stopped rubbing your stomach in exchange to hold you tighter

“Why would you say something like that, angel?” He rubs your back, pulling you into him so he can rub and cuddle into your squishy body. “Am I not making you feel attractive? Because you should know I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re like this, you look so cute and plump how can I not be head over heels.?” He rubs your sore tummy, mumbling into your shoulder as you let out a soft shy moan. “So full..” he whispers, strong warm hands glowing as he fondles your top so he can rub at your bare breast. He flicks at your nipples, grinding his cock into your ass while you softly whine his name. “See, look at that, so pretty..”

“You haven’t really..” you pant, grabbing at his wrists so you could pull away, but he only pinches and twirls your nipples around more. “You haven’t really had sex with me in a w-while.” Xavier sits still for a second, his round greyish eyes open in shock. So, that was the problem.

“Honey, I’m sorry, let me make it up to you, ok? Lay on your tummy..here” he gets your pregnancy pillow and a few other cushions so your stomach is elevated and you’re nice and comfortable, you’re about to question him but he’s already slipping off your shorts and panties as they puddle up on the floor.

“There,” you could hear the smile from his weary tone “you look great like this..I didn’t mean to neglect you, I’ll do better..” Xavier rubs his fingers over your entrance before pushing them inside. “You’re wet, but I can do better..” he smiles, pumping his fingers into you at an alarming speed… your legs tremble, it was almost like you were getting fucked by a vibrator. “Squeezing them so tight..” he mumbled, biting into his lips before stroking the pads of his fingers on your g-spot. “You missed this.. I can tell.. that’s my bad..”

You yelp, squeezing your hands against your pillow as you rock your hips back to meet his sloppy thrusts of his fingers. You cum in seconds, legs going weak and hazy immediately when you spurt around him.

“Xavier!!”

“Hm? It’s ok baby..I got you, let it out on me.. don’t worry about a mess, ok?”

You cry out your husband's name like an endless symphony, so distracted by your release you don’t even notice him lowering his boxers until you feel him stuff your puffy pussy with his big cock.

“Ha—“ gagging out a strangled whine you bury your face into the couch cushion, expecting him to get ready and fuck your lights out, but he only gives you a few low thrusts of his hips..

Slow, soft sex was nice, and while it felt good, you both had only had soft sex occasionally..you wanted it a bit rougher..

“Xavi..” you pout “harder, please —“

“Harder?” He raises his thick eyebrow, grabbing at your hips to slow you down when you start rutting yourself on him. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Just for today, please Xavi?”

—

You’ve been on your back for hours as Xavier fucked you from above, legs wrapped loosely on his strong waist as he pumped his thick seed inside you over and over again. You were spread out on him, pussy gaping and sore from how much he battered into you.

“Gonna give my angel what she wants..” he hisses, rubbing your breast in his hands once more. “Gonna make sure she’s satisfied…”

SYLUS⋆˚꩜｡ּ

Your husband said he was too big..and while he still graciously ate you out on his tongue and fingered you until you fell back with stars twirling around your head, he just wouldn’t give you his cock!! He was worried, he’d probably hurt you if he let his selfish desires take over his reason. :

Sylus didn’t miss how you sadly talked on the phone with your best friend Tara late at night when you thought he was in his office. How you felt like something was wrong with you and your body despite his reassurance that he didn’t want to hurt you because of his huge size. You were so far along in your pregnancy that he was afraid he’d squish you if you even laid too close together in bed, so he could see why you were scared because he was keeping his distance.

He ponders in his office for hours, too guilty to go back to the room and face you head on. You didn’t hear him walk by, but he can’t help himself from feeling like a piece of shit for making you feel so undesirable. You couldn’t be far from the truth, you looked so beautiful with his young inside you, it was almost impossible for him to keep his hands off you, especially when he ate you out. You smelt so warm, so familiar and sweet.. it was almost criminal how weak you made him feel.

You were laying in bed when Sylus came back to the bedroom, snuggled up on your side with your pillow and legs curled against your protruding belly that peeked so cutely under the silk blankets.

He hugs you from behind, rubbing soft loving circles into your swollen belly while inhaling your sharp sweet scent. You felt divine in his hold, so gentle and squishy, he was afraid he’d hurt you if he rubbed you too hard. It wasn’t common that he treated you like frail glass. You were a capable hunter, after all..

“I’m sorry,” he kisses your ear, humming as you sleepily moan in your sleep. He apologizes for everything, for leaving you feeling so insecure, and for neglecting you. At times like these he was glad you wore only panties and his t-shirt to bed.. made it so much easier for him to slip the wet band of your underwear to the side so he can stuff your pretty cunt with his meaty fingers.

You let out a groan of confusion in your sleep, legs buckling together, he only shushes you, rubbing your clit with his free hand to ebb the huge stretch “shh, shhh,” he lovingly whispered “I know baby, I know. I’m here…” he kissed into your cheek, removing his damp fingers slowly from your sex so he could line his thick head against your entrance. Sylus was always a stretch to take, but at times like these he’s glad he can use his evil to give you some form of comfort and protection.

“Shhhh— good girl.” He slips the tip inside, stretching you out just like you wanted.. you squirm around, eyes gritting before they slowly open.

“Sylus—?” You gasp, pussy fluttering around his tip as he rubs your clit.

“Sh, baby, let me in.” He pushed his hips further, breaking all barriers before bottoming out inside you, still pinching and rubbing your clit to help ease the burn.

“Sylus..what’s going on..?” You yawn, pretty eyes locking onto his ruby ones.

“You looked so bright..so round and beautiful, couldn’t resist any longer..” he rasps, pumping himself slowly so his cock drags against your walls. You could feel him pulsing, feel how excited he got when he heard you moan, earning you a rash twitch of him inside you.

“A-Ah! Sylus..” you grip the mattress when he lifts your leg up to pump inside you in a better angle. His balls slapping gently against your ass.

“Sylus—“ you mewl, eyes still dry from sleep as you try to reach for his hand “Sylus—“

“Let it out,” he says, rocking himself into you..oh my gods! You were about to break.

“Oh! Fuck!” You whine, uncaring if anyone else could hear you when you squirt all over his dick and lower stomach “Fuck!!”

His balls clench before he spills in you, warm milky cum coating your walls.

“You’re so beautiful like this, I should show you some more appreciation..”

ZAYNE⋆˚꩜｡ּ

Zayne hadn’t touched you at all since your stomach got heavier. He had only reduced every interaction you both had into simple cuddles and innocent acts of quality time. You’ve never felt so pent up and frustrated in your life. Little did you know your husband was also struggling…:

Zayne was expecting you to be asleep at this hour. He had just got home, and here you were, wide awake on the bed as you fingered yourself desperately to his name. You hadn’t noticed him yet.. it was far too dark for you to see out into the hallway, but wow.. what he could see from here almost felt unreal. Your breast puddles up, more thick and plump than months ago, and your round stomach looked beautiful on you… it was hard to imagine you were so swollen with his child.

“Z-Zayne..” you’d mumble under your breath, drawing his erection to hug pathetically tight against his work pants “Zayne..” your lips tremble, and your weak body twitches, he can only assume you orgasmed… Your body was glowing, puffy breasts heaving up and down when you pulled your fingers out your clenching hole.

Zayne can’t help himself.. his feet travel on their own before he’s in bed besides you, large hand grabbing your wrist so he can admire your worn out expression.

“You’re home..” you whisper.

“I am..” he says equally as gentle.

“Zayne…” your pretty eyes soften with desire, an alluring call that makes your husband's legs almost go weak. “Please fuck me..it’s been so long and I–“

“M’ss you so much..”

“Need you..”

“Please..I-“

Zayne could have been dreaming, your voice sounded so dreary and sweet, like a siren luring him in, not that he’d ever try to run away though.

“You’re pregnant, I won’t put you and the baby at risk, you’re too far along and—“ he was fighting himself, veins strained as sweat pooled down his warm pink cheeks when he saw the large frown spread on your plump puffy lips .

—

“Oh—Oh- Zayne!”

You were on your back, legs comfortably tied around your husbands thick waist when he lines himself up against your entrance. He had spent an hour between your legs, catching up on old times that you didn’t even need lube since you were dripping, but he gave it to you anyway, long slender fingers scissoring it inside you in controlled thrusts as you screamed into the pillow he had handed you moments ago. Now he was finally giving you that attention you’ve been waiting so long for. The head of his cock leaked warm precum over your sensitive clit, and he only adds more fire to the flame by rubbing his tip in circles on your tiny pearl.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your neck “m’so sorry for neglecting you.”

He finally pushes himself inside you, thick tip parting your dripping entrance so you can tightly engulf around him. He’s so slow, scarred hand rubbing over your round stomach so he doesn’t squish you while he sinks inside you. He felt so weak..so so weak like his legs would give out any minute.

He manages to bottom out, cock snug and warm inside before he stills completely.

“Tell me if I hurt you, I can’t forgive myself if I— mnggg, shit, sweetheart..”

You grind your hips impatiently against his, skin slapping loudly as you hammer yourself onto his long cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sh, sh, sh—here— here, let me do the work..”

“Missed this pussy…”

Zayne wraps his fingers around your plush swollen thighs, gripping them tight before he starts to thrust his shaky hips. “Sh, Sh, sh— good girl….. just like that..”

His large finger presses down on your clit, rubbing it in tiny little circles as he starts to fuck into that spot inside you that made you cry out his name.

“Mhh I’m so sorry, honey—“ he grinds up, hitting the pleasure point inside you like a toy button. “M’Sorry for neglecting you– hah–“

“You look so pretty— so damn pretty.. so full..” you cry out his name, fingers clinging into the mattresses from how overstretched you felt from his cock. “My pretty girl..”

“Mhh… you carry life so elegantly..”

“carrying my young..” he pants out, eyes dimming with need before you spurt around him, pussy squelching each time his long cock forces its way back inside you.

“That’s it,” he praises, rubbing a stray tear from your eye when you finally come down from your high. “Good girl..I’ll make up for my mistakes..ok?” He starts to thrust again, shushing you gently when you whine “Gonna take care of you all night baby..”

VALKO⋆˚꩜｡ּ

You were pissed the fuck off with your husband. First he got you pregnant with twins and now he has the balls to ignore you when you needed him the most? You needed him, needed to be fucked beyond those stupid sex toy’s you bought yourself. It couldn’t match how thick he felt in you. It’s fine, you’d just have to find a way to get him to listen…:

“Look at that,” your husband smiled deeply when you angrily wobbled into his office, you looked so cute like this, puffy lips stuck in a pout and your eyebrows furrowed so tight that it was almost hard to take you seriously. Not to mention your cute little body as you tried to look intimidating while standing over him as he sat in his chair… you were so round, so full and swollen, he was surprised you even had the energy to come all the way up here in the first place.

“I thought you were going to stay in bed,” he pulled you into his lap abruptly, holding your jaw with a teasing gleam in his eye, laughing when you try to bite at his long fingers.

“It’s too early to stay in bed—“ you huff

“Why haven’t you fucked me!?”’ You push him back against the spinning chair, “are you trying to bully me or something?”

“I know you can smell me— so why can’t you do something about how I’m feeling? I feel so desperate for you, Valko, please..”

“Can’t you feel how much I need you ..?” You lean in to kiss him, but he spins you around so your back is facing him.

“So you’re just going to ignore me? I spill my heart out to you and you just— oooohhhh!!!” You don’t know how he managed to surprise you, but the thick base of his cock slips into you with an easy quick stroke.

“Mhmg—“ your lips part when he thrusts up into you a few times, and you quickly cry in frustration when he stops.

“Be good,” he playfully whispers before pointing to the door. Maybe this was all a sick joke, but karma really has its ways of working fast… two men, two of Valkos men walk in, their suits are stained with blood, but that doesn’t stop them from still looking professionally etiquette.

“We’re here, boss.” One says, you can see the way his wolf ears twitch when he enters the room and sees you seated pretty on your husband's lap.

“And Mrs. Ao.” They bow to you, and you can’t help but nervously nod your head in response, too scared to move since you were stuffed to the brim with 7 inches of dick.

“My wife will join us, she’s been feeling a bit under the weather, so I’m just keeping an eye on her, let’s begin?”

Valko rubs a hand over your swollen belly, dick twitching proudly in your guts knowing he was the one that knocked you up.

“We don’t mind, boss” one man says

“Yeah, it’s a shame Mrs. Ao feels unwell, especially since you’re so long in your pregnancy right?”

You helplessly nod, smiling awkwardly as your juices puddle up on your husband's lap.

“You’re leaking,” he whispered, “you know us wolves have a keen sense of smell..do you think they can’t tell how desperate you are right now?” His hot breath makes you shiver in embarrassment and shame, you can’t help yourself from crumbling back against him as some sort of shield.

The meeting with the two underdogs was long, way too long that you started to feel drowsy on your husband's cock. You lean into his chest, eyes drooped and lids closed as you listen to them talk about their next team strategy.

“Yeah, she looks cute, doesn’t she?” You wearily open your eyes when your husband rubs your browline, both the men were looking at you again, both now with flush faces. It wasn’t uncommon for his kind to be shameless with their partners in the open, but it still made them a bit shy.

“I told you they could smell you, honey..” he licks your neck, “I really tried to be still as I could” he pouts and you can’t help yourself from shrieking internally in embarrassment.

“You were leakin all over me,” he smirks teasingly

“She’s carrying our babies like a champ..no wonder she’s so pent up from working so hard” he rubs your tummy once more,

“Aren’t I lucky that she’s mine?” You can almost hear the growl in his tone.

You don’t speak, you don’t dare to, but Valko forces a moan out of you with his hips, bouncing you up and down on his swollen sensitive cock. “Let me just help her out..” he calmly replied, grinding into you like nothing was wrong with the situation.

“Go on,” he rasps “you two can continue..”

The two men get up like nothing happened, going back to presenting their piece while your husband bounces you up and down his veiny pulsing cock with an uninterrupted calm expression. He may have seemed civil on the outside, but you could feel the thumps of his tail as you grinded into him like a cock drunk slut.

“You both make a really good case..” Valko hums, leaning his hand down to rub and pinch at your sensitive clit, making you cry out in shock.

“I’ll think over it after tonight, dismissed.” He releases the men, and when they finally walk through the door he pins you to the table, holding onto your belly as a cushion so you don’t bump into it while he fucks into you.

“You’re evil!” You cry out, eyes puffy and wet with tears from overstimulation. “Mhh! Evil—“

“I just like showing you off, so pretty carryin my pups anyway, couldn’t resist..”

CALEB⋆˚꩜｡ּ

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair… why did Caleb have to tease you? You said you could do without him, said you could satisfy yourself because he’s been gone forever because of work. Now here he was, shirtless and sweaty in the backyard yard cutting the grass. You’re not sure what came over you, maybe your feet moved on their own, but you couldn’t help yourself from pouncing and taking back what was yours.:

“You’re being unfair..” you were on top of Caleb, after dragging him in the house with a false emergency you pushed him on the bed in an instant, clamping his wrists to the bed frame with a pair of handcuffs that came with your sex toy box. “Pip’s please.. h-hah.. I’m sorry..”

You were down on your knees surprisingly, you managed to get the strength to tease him..make him wait for you like he did each time he went away for work. You press your full breasts against him, caging his flush cock as you kiss the tip before tonguing him. “Ah— please!- baby get up please you’ll hurt yourself ah–“ you wiggle your heavy breast, squishing them tight against his cock before you fuck them up and down on his blaring red tip “Fuck!” He whines, streams of tears running down his face when you start to go faster.

“You abandoned me,” you dramatically whine, lips kissing over the head of his twitching cock “you know I don’t take these things lightly, Caleb.. I needed you.”

“Use me baby…. Use me, oh fuck please use me.. m’so sorry baby, please.”

You knew this was torture for him..that he couldn’t touch you, couldn’t bury his face in your soft breast while he fucked you… Yeah, you were sure this was driving him mad. “Ah–“ you wrap your mouth around his length, gagging when you feel his tip press near your uvula. You inhale his scent, that musky smell that makes you shiver, and then, you push your head down, sinking your mouth over him again and again while he cries uncontrollably underneath you.

You grip his thighs for leverage, fully abandoning your technique with your breast so you can continue slurping around his tip like a lollipop.

It doesn’t take long for Caleb to come undone, he’s bursting within seconds after you teased him for so long. His eyes are puffy, purple irises dark and dim with the need for revenge as you lick up his dripping cum with your pretty mouth.

“Baby—“ he cries when you finally stand up, you rub your slit over his messy dick, aligning his leaky tip near your entrance before you lower yourself down.

This was torture for Caleb.. you were being so evil to him..all he wanted to do was touch you, hold you, kiss you, and here you were, back facing him as you rode his cock with that drunk wail of ecstasy waving from your lips. He was growing impatient..

“Fuck!” He curses out, rutting his hips up in tune with yours, making you yelp out in surprise. Gods, you looked so good from this angle, thick plump thighs squished together, the outline of your ass and sides of your round tummy almost made him leak inside you.

“You aren’t supposed to do that—“ you try to pull away from him, but he follows you with his relentless hips, punching that spot inside of you until you crumble back onto him where you belong.

“Lemme out—“ he whimpers, “lemme out, damn it!”

You hiccup when you bounce on his lap, breast jiggling in the air when he grows rougher with his continuous thrusts.

You knew it was a bad idea, letting him out of these cuffs when he’s like this, but you were tired of playing this silly game, so you shakily reach for the bedside drawer, picking up the key for the handcuffs before clicking them off of him.

It’s almost scary how fast Caleb springs up to life, he’s over you in an instant, strong arms lifting you into the air so he can use gravity to fuck his cock near your guts. His nose was puffy and red from all his crying, and even as innocent as he wanted to appear, he immediately buries himself into your breasts, lapping and sucking at your pebbled nipples while fucking you up and down like a basketball.

“Ah- ah—“ he gasps into your mouth, pushing you carefully against the wall so he can get a better angle..it was honestly very attractive how he carried you like you weighed nothing..

“You can’t do that to me..please don’t do it again..” he gropes your body, sucking all over you with loud pops that will definitely leave you sore tomorrow morning. He rubs your breast, sighing at the sight before he spills in you.

“You don’t need to punish me— I’ll take a week off—“ he groans “make up for lost time!”

A = Aftercare: Xavier… kinda sucks at aftercare. Not for lack of effort! He really does try his best to clean you up and ease your aches and pains, but he’s… he’s so tired. Like, entirely worn out, hardly conscious, tired. He always mutters praises and something soft about how much he enjoyed it, but he's not trying too hard to be thorough. For a multitude of reasons... maybe because he likes seeing you messy. Ahem. Just because he isn't actively cleaning you up or massaging you doesn't mean his cuddling and sweetness are ineffective, just... simple! He likes it simple.

B = Body part: Xavier is really fond of his hands (which will be a recurring theme for several of the men here); they’re strong and sturdy and well-trained. He’s honed precise control of them for swordplay, for using his evol, and most importantly, for your pleasure. He’s a fan of the way they sink into your skin, pillowing as he presses deep into it. He can worship you with his fingertips, singing your praises without needing words, drawing them along the planes of your skin as if mapping out his entire world. 

With you, Xavier is an ass man, 100% no questions about it. He also likes your thighs, but the ass beats it out just a little. There’s not one thing about it that he likes; it’s just everything about your ass that he likes. It’s nice and round and soft, and he loves the way it jiggles when he hits it from the back. Furthermore, carrying you around with his hands planted firmly on your ass is a secret pleasure of his that he adores to indulge in.

C = Cum: Xavier likes it messy. I’m talking like all over you, messy, drooling out your pussy messy, covering your face, messy, like genuinely a menace, messy. He likes to see physical proof of his possession of you all over your body. He wishes he could permanently stain your skin with the creamy substance, but that’s not technically biologically possible. 

As for the cum itself, he doesn’t really cum much in one go. It’s smaller spurts of this, like almost shimmering white, creamy-textured cum. It’s not… quite human, and it reminds you a lot of marshmallow fluff when you look at it, but it’s fun to touch and play with (please play with it; he’ll lose his mind). It tastes good too! Almost sweet, which really sells the marshmallow idea, but he assures you that it's normal, so who are you to question it?

D = Dirty secret: Xavier likes to jerk it while you’re sleeping next to him. He thinks you’re so pretty when you’re resting so peacefully next to him, all innocence and virtue in your rest. Your lips parted, and your chest rising and falling in little huffed out breaths, truly a picture of beauty. He can’t help that his mind starts to wander a little, wanting to feel those pretty little lips wrapped around him. Oh, but he could never disturb your precious sleep, so he sits there and jacks himself off so close but so far to your sleeping visage. It also extends further to other types of voyeurism, like watching you in the shower or watching you change just outside your door. He’s aware that it’s rather… unsettling, so he keeps it close to his chest for your sake.

E = Experience: He’s relatively experienced, but quite literally only with variants of you. So, he seems better than he actually is because he just knows what you like. If he were to be with someone else, he’d probably be a bit overwhelmed and unable to serve them well, but with you, he’s phenomenal. He knows all the right spots, the right ticks, everything he knows just way too well. 

F = Favorite position: He’s pretty basic, but doggy style is his favorite position. The ability to watch your ass bounce back on him is heaven to his eyes. It also gives him quite a bit of control over you, which he craves more than he’s willing to say out loud. It’s primal the way that he fucks into you, draping himself over your back and drawing you along his cock over and over, endless and desperate for more. Hard, deep, fast, desperate. His hands squeeze your hips, your sides, they slide between your legs, then they come up to grip your ass and watch the way he sinks into you over and over again.

G = Goofy: He’s not very silly during the act, if at all. Sex is something he uses as a means of releasing pent-up stress and emotions that he doesn’t know how to carefully express to you. There’s this intensity about him during the act, something similar to when he’s fighting wanderers, a fire that burns behind his eyes that you can’t quite comprehend. A need for you that words cannot possibly begin to describe, and that is no laughing matter for him. If you crack jokes, he might give you an odd look because he doesn’t see what’s so funny about the situation you’re in.

H = Hair: He’s not clean-shaven, but he isn’t like a jungle down there. He keeps it clean enough, mostly because he doesn’t want it getting in the way of you when you're going down on him. There’s a nice little tuft of silvery hair, but otherwise not too much to look at. 

With you, though, he couldn’t care less. So long as he gets to eat it, he’s a happy man. If you don’t have a bush? Great! Nice and smooth, more real estate for his tongue. You’re a little hairy; that’s fine; he doesn’t care. Have you got a whole forest? Wonderful, he’s not a hunter for no reason, he’s excited to navigate through that if it means he gets to hear your wonderful moans. And he means it seriously. He will fight you if you seem to imply otherwise, so unless you want a pouty Xavier, I suggest just letting it go.

I = Intimacy: While he tends to come off as a very dominant person in bed, he’s actually rather intimate. Even when he’s being rougher and more aggressive, there’s still a gentleness to how he fucks you. It’s the way he holds your hand, the way he presses his forehead to yours as he whispers dirty words in your ears, the way he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. It’s an intense energy that leaves you breathless with each thrust, filling you with all his love over and over until you’re stuffed full of it.

J = Jack off: Despite his tendency to… watch from a distance, he doesn’t actually bother jerking off by himself often. If he’s that needy, he can just go to you; you’ll help him out with that big old smile like you always do. However, if you’re busy and you really can’t help him, then… fine… he’ll use his hand. He pouts about it, though, and you can immediately tell when he does it because he seems to be upset that you weren’t the one wrapping your hand around him.

K = Kink: I already mentioned that he’s quite the voyeur, and he’s also big on watching you touch yourself. He sits there very patiently as you circle your fingers over your clit, plunge them inside your sopping hole, practically begging for him to take over. You never get to finish yourself off, though; he’s far too impatient.

He’s also very into marking you up; pretty purple love bites litter your thighs, chest, and neck. Not only this, but other markers really get him excited, like seeing you covered in his cum, having you wear his clothes, smelling his cologne on you. He loves that there’s a marker claiming you as his own for everyone to see. One glance and people can see that you belong ot him, plain and simple.

He’s also quite an exhibitionist, though he isn’t into being watched; he just likes having the ability to have you wherever he likes to. If you’re both in the mood and there’s time and a place to hide, why not? He was told once that neglecting your sexual needs could lead to tension in a relationship, so he wants to take care of your needs whenever and wherever you’re willing to.

Finally, and most obviously, he’s into somnophilia (receiving). While he’s okay waking you up with his head between his thighs, he much prefers it when the first thing he sees waking up is you peering up at him with his dick down your throat. It’s a very nice, warm welcome to reality.

L = Location: I just mentioned he’s an exhibitionist, but I want to emphasize that it’s mostly out of convenience. He can’t always wait until he gets home to relieve himself, and neither can you. If he could choose, though, he would pick his bed every time. Seeing you tangled up in his sheets, nice and cozy and heated while he fucks himself into you is always a turn on.

M = Motivation: When you piss him off, it is 100% guaranteed to get him going. Specifically, when you’re teasing him and poking fun at him for something (like Lumiere), he’ll let you go for a while, but eventually… he has to teach you a lesson about behaving. He may seem soft and sweet, but he’s a man, too; he can only handle so much of that cute little smirk before he needs you on your knees, wrapping your lips around him. Getting him jealous is also a surefire way to have him drag you away to a secluded area and fuck you until you can only say his name. 

N = No: No sharing at all. It’s not a debate; it’s not up for question; it’s a no. He can’t handle the idea of someone else finding you attractive, let alone seeing them touch you. If they value their hands, they’ll keep them far, far away from your body.

O = Oral: He’s obsessed, genuinely and completely obsessed with the way you feel on his tongue. You are his favorite flavor, and he wishes every food could taste as you do. If he were to die tomorrow, he would want to be buried between your folds, drowning in your juices as he brought you to completion. It’s a messy ordeal, too, leaving his face soaking with drool and cum dripping down his chin, slopping onto his chest in a disgustingly depraved way.

P = Pace: He can go hard and rough or slow and soft; it simply depends on mood and time. He likes to take his time with you just as much as he likes to put you in your place. Sometimes he’s going so hard and fast that you can only think of his name, babbling out thank-yous and I'm-sorrys without any cognizance. Other times, he’s easing you through your orgasm, slow and easy thrusts while he hums praises and rubs his thumbs in slow circles across your hips. It’s all dependent on how you act, so if you want one kind of sex, it’s fairly easy to sway him either way if you know what triggers him.

Q = Quickie: As I’ve mentioned multiple times, he does like quickies. They’re fairly common between the two of you, being much more convenient and simpler between work and other chores you have to do. Still, he does prefer actual sessions where you can be more intimate about it all. He likes the connection he gets from being with you like this, and he can’t savor it as much as he wants when you have to be quick.

R = Risk: I don’t think he’s much of a risk-taker at all, other than the exhibitionism thing, which isn’t really risky because he’s rather careful about it. He doesn’t like putting you through unnecessary stress, and he doesn’t like the idea of seeing you in any kind of danger, even if it’s controlled by him. If you want to try more risky things, like maybe holding his sword to his throat or choking him out, that’s fine; he’ll try that for you… Not on you, though. He won’t do it for anything.

S = Stamina: He does have a lot of physical stamina; he can go for a really long time, but he gets tired easily. His mind gets foggy and his eyes droopy, and his head gets full far faster than he’d like when he’s with you. It’s overwhelming and all-encompassing, but he always pushes himself through to overstimulation. All because he just adores seeing how you squirm and react beneath him. He wants to spend just a little longer connected with you like this, if you’ll allow him that.

T = Toys: I can’t see him liking toys very much; he gets… annoyed by them. Truthfully, those silly little things can’t hold a candle to the pleasure he can bring you. It’s almost insulting for you to bring it up or even try, not when you know how he feels buried inside. He won’t throw your toys out or anything - though he’s thought about it - but if he walks in on you using them, he’s quick to prove himself better than the stupid rabbit you seem to like so much.

U = Unfair: Ohhhh, he can be mean when he wants to be. It depends on how much you’ve managed to piss him off, but he can be just unruly with how much he teases. He’ll hold you back from your orgasm for so long, and then make you cum in rapid succession over and over until you’re sobbing. His only goal is to remind you just who has the power in bed, because it’s most certainly not you.

V = Volume: He’s pretty quiet all things considered, but boy, can he talk. His normally silent and standoffish demeanor melts away to a soft-spoken dom who intends to make you listen to each word carefully. His words are all dripping with honey as he scolds you for “letting Charlie get so friendly” again, describing in detail what he’s doing to you, what he’s seeing, what he’s feeling, what he wants you to feel.

W = Wild card: He’s kinda shy about the way he is in the bedroom. It’s the very opposite of who he is as a person, so his ears burn red when you tease him about it. He isn’t embarrassed by his ability to take care of and control things in the bedroom, but he just feels shy about it when you’re the one teasing him.

X = X-ray: Xavier is pretty average in size, about five inches long, but he’s on the thicker side of things. There are no remarkable veins or marks or anything, but it’s very, very pretty. Pale like him, with the softest baby pink tip that blushes red when he’s fully erect. It curves up just slightly, so when it’s inside, it rubs along the ribbed part of your walls deliciously.

Y = Yearning: Xavier is a yearner, but he’s mostly tame compared to the other men on this list. He longs for your touch and thinks about the way you feel endlessly, but at the end of the day, he’s able to repress it pretty well. Honestly, it’s up to you to give the green flag; he won’t push for anything and can happily spend the night cuddling you rather than fuckign you into the sheets.

Z = Zzz: As mentioned in aftercare, he’s pretty quick to fall asleep after the fact. His mind is so heavy, as is his body, and he wants nothing more than to curl up in the warmth of the afterglow with you beside him. 

Zayne (Word Count: 2.3k)

A = Aftercare: Zayne is fantastic at aftercare, without a doubt. He’s a doctor, so obviously he knows all the right steps to take to make sure you’re okay and with him after the fact (especially because he’s a little freak). However, he can be a little too medical about everything sometimes. It can come off as detached in some ways because he’s going through a checklist of things before he feels as though he can relax and enjoy himself. Though once that checklist is finished, he becomes the softest and sweetest mushy puddle in the palm of your hand.

B = Body part: His favorite thing about himself is his hands. They’ve worked hard to get him to the point where he can touch and hold you without fear. They care for your health, they make you your food, they caress you when you’re tired, they’re the key to you in his eyes. Without them, there would be no way for him to have you as you are; of course they’re his favorite.

With all that sweetness out of the way, he likes your tits. Those hands were made to grab at your chest, engulf whatever they can, and hold it tight. There’s just something about the soft flesh there that he can’t quite explain. Maybe it’s because he’s not supposed to be touching them so often; maybe it’s because it's a sign of trust, whatever it is… it does him good and well.

C = Cum: He has maybe the healthiest cum you’ve ever seen. It’s a perfect consistency, just the right off-white color, and not too much and not too little. The only issue is… well… it’s a little bitter. All those sweets he likes to sneak catch up to him here, and it lends to an acidic kind of taste. If it bothers you, though, he’s ready and happy to switch up your diet to attain a much more… sweet taste.

He’s pretty clean when it comes to where it goes. It’s either inside you or it’s in a condom. He doesn’t like to clean up big messes after the fact, and he finds it a bit too degrading to cum on your face or anything. Though not so much when you stick your tongue out and show him like it’s a trophy… hmm…

D = Dirty secret: Very much enjoys the idea of having you under his desk in a professional setting. He’s a bit too professional to act on it (stick-in-the-mud loser), but that doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about it in the end. You could, perhaps, convince him if you whine about it long enough… but it could also backfire and get you in trouble. Up to you if you want to push or not.

E = Experience: This nerd is a big fat virgin; he dedicated his life to becoming a doctor (for you, of course), and he had no intention of getting distracted along the way. He doesn’t have much experience, but he does have a lot of knowledge of female anatomy. Before your first time, he did a ridiculous amount of research just to make sure that he would be able to satisfy you properly. He also takes note of your likes and dislikes and adjusts himself accordingly.

F = Favorite position: He’s fine with just about anything so long as he’s on top and able to watch your reactions. His favorites lean more toward classics like missionary, but he’s also big into prone bone. He enjoys being able to keep you still and having control over your pleasure while also being able to measure how much you enjoy something he’s doing.

G = Goofy: Sex is not a laughing matter? This guy doesn’t see the appeal in making something so intimate funny. Of course, if something silly happens, he can laugh it off, but he doesn’t enjoy intentionally making the mood goofy. Sex and intimacy are serious matters to him. Take them seriously.

H = Hair: Zayne tends to keep himself trimmed and clean enough, mostly to make sure that you enjoy sucking him off. Because you do that. A lot. It’s not for any other purpose than making it easier for you. He doesn’t need your nose itching mid-blowjob. If it upsets you enough, he might consider letting it grow… but it's a low chance.

You, however, don’t need to do anything. Keep that hair on your body for the love of god or else he will fall to his knees in despair. I’m joking, mostly. Really, though, he prefers that you keep most of your bush there. It’s good for keeping you healthy and safe, plus he really likes the feel of it. Call him a creep if you will, but he likes you hairy more than he does not.

I = Intimacy: While he can be a bit of a freak, I think Zayne does see sex as the most intimate form of romance possible. You are sharing a very vulnerable experience, and as such, he wants to ensure the whole ride is comfortable and pleasant. Even when he’s being rougher or crueler, he does gentle consent checks and ensures that you are 100% for everything the two of you decide to indulge in.

J = Jack off: Believe it or not, I don’t think Zayne has much of a stigma about jerking it in his spare time. Of course, he’d much rather be with you, but in the event he can’t, he doesn’t feel much shame in doing what he must. He’s a medical professional, after all; he understands the benefits of taking care of his own sexual gratification. He’ll only ever get off on you, though. He doesn’t like porn (thinks it’s unhealthy, and it perpetuates poor culture around women (woke ass bitch. Me too. Me too.)), and he finds you and your pictures far more titillating than any random duo online.

K = Kink: The original brat tamer, he wrote the texts, basically. Really, what else could be more satisfying than reminding you of your place beneath him? Press his buttons, be a little nuisance, get him angry, you’ll regret it by the end of the night (or… not lol). Just fills him with pride, putting you back where you belong and getting you to submit like the good girl you are.

Big on eye contact, if that wasn’t obvious. Leans into his whole power play thing that he loves so much, but making sure you look at him while you’re taking it is a must. If you look away, he’ll force your chin back where it belongs and keep it there until you can be trusted to behave on your own.

He loves sensory play, ironically considering the eye contact thing. He just likes having power over you and being in control. What better way to exert that than on all of your senses? Blindfolds offer such a unique way to make you squirm, leather and silk make goosebumps rise on your skin, whispering in your ear to make your thighs rub together. Goodness, it’s such a sight. He can’t help but indulge himself a little.

Dom/Sub dynamics, if that wasn’t so fucking obvious yet. He is always the dom in the scenario, and he takes great pleasure in his role. You are reliant on him for your pleasure, so you must behave or else you’ll suffer consequences. Just a freak, man.

L = Location: “Little bedroom boy,” I said out loud while writing this. I don’t think he enjoys sex outside of his bedroom, maybe in his at-home office, but really he prefers the bedroom because it’s the most controlled space he owns. Everything he needs is already there anyway. Though he can be convinced to take you against walls and windows and whatnot if you’re really getting on his nerves. He can’t let you think you can misbehave so freely, can he?

M = Motivation: I think I’ve made this pretty clear, but you gotta annoy him and act up to get him going. Just about any way works, intentional or not. Be very careful, though, depending on how far you go, he can be hella fucking mean. Unless that's what you want… then I guess have fun not cumming all night lol.

N = No: Controversial take, I don’t think he’s willing to use his evol in bed, like at all. He sees it as such a negative trait of his, even if it has helped him before. It’s hurt you. That’s enough to scare him off from ever letting it touch your skin again. It happened once, and no matter how calm and controlled he can be, it could happen again. He won’t let it happen again. 

O = Oral: Zayne prefers getting head more than he does giving. Not that he won’t, of course; he’s happy to eat you until heaven comes…  but if he had to pick? Nothing really beats the sight of you on your knees between his legs. And, of course, it’s the only time you’ll get to mess around and see him come apart for you… Why wouldn’t you like it also? He enjoys taking his time with you if you’ve been good, and he’ll be a little mean if you’ve been bad. But, one thing's for sure, he’s always cumming in your mouth and you better show him before and after you swallow.

P = Pace: Generally depends on his mood, but overall he’s the type to take his time. He goes slow, and he’s really intentional with each thrust that he gives you. Zayne wants to feel you in every way possible, and the best way to do that is to take his time. That’s not to say it's soft, though. Zayne is slow, but he goes hard, especially if you’ve been misbehaving. Drags it out as a punishment, but if you’re good he’ll be sweet and gentle and let you cum as many times as you like. So he’s not too mean, is he?

Q = Quickie: Because of the nature of what Zayne is into, I don’t think he would be a big fan of quickies. They’re too… well… quick. He really likes to take his time with you, whether you’re being punished or he’s doing something sweet and romantic; quickies do not allow for that. Also, where do you think he’ll find the time? I’m serious. He’s so busy, even quickies aren’t fast enough. I think perhaps, on a very rare occasion, when you’ve really tested your luck, you might get one out of him. Might.

R = Risk: No. Zayne doesn’t like to put you in harm's way, and he very much needs control over the situation for him to be comfortable with it. So, do not expect him to take any risks at all. Not his thing.

S = Stamina: He may not be the most impressive in comparison to Rafayal (god) or Sylus (dragon) or Caleb (freak), but he’s pretty long-lasting. He has to be for what he enjoys, not to mention he’s so incredibly disciplined that he can hold out for insane amounts of time if he needs to. Generally, though, he does his best to match his stamina to yours. If you can only go for a short time, he’ll only go for a short time. If you can last longer, he’ll last longer too. 

T = Toys: Toys are strictly reserved as a punishment and for lesson learning. Say you got a little too bold, say you pushed one too many buttons, and the usual pounding isn’t enough of a message. That’s where Zayne punishes you through means of inaction. It’s up to you to get off by yourself with whatever toy he selected for you, knowing damn well it’s so much more difficult for you to get off without his help. He’s conditioned you well, after all. 

U = Unfair: He can be the meanest man you’ve ever met if you push him to that point. Case in point, look above. If he sees it necessary, he’ll ignore your needs entirely to get a point across. Sometimes, the hardest lessons must be taught by stonewalling you. That way you’ll think twice before misbehaving again.

V = Volume: Very, very quiet. He doesn’t tend to make much noise because he doesn’t like to make much noise. He finds it rather… embarrassing to hear himself. Plus, he’d rather hear you anyway. Far nicer to the ears, he thinks.

W = Wild card: Secretly likes when you send him risque photos/videos/audios while he’s at work. Of course, he’ll scold you for doing it every time, but he never means it. How could he complain, really? He gets to see you so pretty for him while he’s all busy. A little reminder of what waits for him at home. And, truthfully, part of the enjoyment of taming you is letting you have a little fun every once in a while.

X = X-ray: Like everything with Zayne, he’s the perfect balance. He’s around 5.3 inches long, slim enough but not so slim that he’s like a pencil. There are a few veins running along his shaft, about halfway up along the side, and one near the sensitive underside of his head. Pale to the tip and flushed a bright red when fully erect. (In the words of the ever-wise Zayne lover Marcus, “It's the perfect dick.” or whatever.)

Y = Yearning: Zayne is such a yearner; he would sit on the sidelines for the rest of his life and watch you be happy without him if it meant you were happy at all. Luckily, that’s not the case here, but my point stands. He yearns for you endlessly, sexually and not, but he’s also able to restrain himself. He loves you first and foremost, after all.

Z = Zzz: Will not sleep until he’s sure that you are all settled and happy, and even still, he’ll stay up just a bit longer to talk to you. Pillow talk after the fact is a big factor of intimacy to him, so it's imperative that he stays awake long enough to see you drift off to dreamland himself.

Rafayel (Word Count: 2.8k)

A = Aftercare: Our little dramatic mermaid likes to pretend he can’t do anything after he’s finished with you (or you’re finished with him). Dragging out every step of cleaning up and taking care of each other with irritating little complaints, but he doesn’t mean any of it. Really, though, he does prefer to just… lie there for a while and take in what he has. It’s the first time in a while that he’s been able to do such a thing, so he wants to savor it while he can. I will say, though, he’s actually very attentive about it all, even if he does complain. He’s fond of your pampering, but he’s sure you get what you need, even if you don’t realize he’s giving it to you.

B = Body part: Rafayel’s favorite body part is not his hands; believe it or not, it’s actually his collarbones. By extension, it’s also his chest, but particularly his collar. There’s a reason he shows it off so much: he knows that they’re attractive, but that’s not the real reason. The real reason he’s so fond of them is that that’s where your bond is. Even if it isn’t usually visible, in his mind, he likes that he’s showing off where you claim one another. 

Furthermore, it’s the same for you. Your collar is where your bond is, so that’s what he likes to see. Not to mention, he just finds any skin you show attractive. He’ll trace his fingers along the bone there lightly, savoring the feeling of it being there at all. Trace his lips across them patiently, taking his time to savor the skin. He tries not to mark it there, if you can believe that. He feels it’s pointless to do so and a bit of an insult to your bond. You’ve already got the most impressive mark there. Why should he cover it with a bruise?

C = Cum: Rafayel is strange in this department. He cums quite a bit, oftentimes it leaks out of you with only one round, but it’s not quite… right. It’s definitely not human, more liquid-like, and not as sticky as a regular man would be. It’s a fairly clean white, though, and it doesn’t smell too bad. Most interestingly, it tastes rather good, better than anyone else you might’ve been with (good, he thinks, though he pouts about you being with anyone else in the first place). It’s essentially like shirako, which is a creamy kind of fish sperm from Japan (though it’s served elsewhere), with a buttery kind of taste and a hint of something sweet. Pretty yummy (if u can ever try shirako, I suggest it).

D = Dirty secret: It’s hard to think of a dirty secret because Rafayel holds little shame about his sexual desires, especially when it comes to you. He’s fairly indulgent in this lifetime because he hasn’t been able to really savor you before. However, I think if he had to pick one, his dirty little secret is his rather unsubtle need to have you reliant on him. He’d like to take you beneath the waves someday because you’d be pretty helpless with your little human legs. Clinging to him so you don’t get swept away, so easy to take advantage of. Oh, yes, he’d like that a lot.

E = Experience: He’s probably experienced. I get the impression that he would be, but not because he wanted to be. If it were up to him, the only thing his dick would touch would be you, but he’s had to do some things and make some choices in his efforts to build his little connections. So, yeah, he’s experienced, and he’s not particularly jazzed about it either. But… if it makes things better for you… Then so be it. It’s not like he’ll be sleeping with any other person now that he’s got you, so what’s in the past is past. (Hypocritically, if he finds out you’ve been with anyone else, he pouts and grumbles about loyalty. He won’t accept the same excuse of “being better for him” because it’s different. For some reason.)

F = Favorite position: He’s a fan of anything that has you in his lap, specifically where he can see your eyes. Anything that puts you in an elevated position above him, honestly. He doesn’t have a favorite position specifically, but if you pressed him, he’d probably say cowgirl to get you off his case. He just likes being able to look up at you; it’s cathartic. In all your past lives, you were the one looking up at him, so now he gets to see what the view is like, and he enjoys it a little too much for someone with the amount of power he holds. Don’t mistake that for submission, though; just because he’s below you doesn’t mean he’s powerless.

G = Goofy: Rafayel is the MOST willing to be silly with you (other than Sylus). I think a lot of the time, he wants to enjoy sex with you. He wants you to smile, laugh, and have a good time with him. Nothing but positive memories about your sexual encounters. However, there are times when he’s very serious, and joking around isn’t going to do anything but get you in trouble. That’s usually reserved for when he’s feeling jealous of something, for whatever reason, or when you’ve been a little too bratty. Sometimes he has to remind you that your actions have consequences. 

H = Hair: I think Rafayel is smooth, but I’m not sure if it’s because he shaves or because he doesn’t grow much downstairs. He wouldn’t tell you anyway. Rafayel also doesn’t mind if you’re hairy or smooth; he’ll deal with what he has and enjoy it all the same. However, oddly enough, he likes to shave you? Lol? It’s a pretty intimate ordeal with how careful he has to be, and it’s a big show of trust between the two of you. 

I = Intimacy: There is nothing more important to Rafayel than intimacy, both in the bedroom and out of it. He is savoring every moment he has with you because he’s been without you more than he’s had you. So, sex is something far deeper than the physical connection between you. It’s a display of his love for you, a deep connection that melds body and mind, letting yourselves go and indulging in the pleasure that only your bond can bring you. And to him, because of his heightened senses, he might as well be within your skin. Every smell, every sound, every touch is dizzying to him, and he yearns for you to get lost in him the same way he does you.

J = Jack off: Does it more than you’d think, doesn’t mean he likes it. Sometimes he has to deal with himself to get things done, but he really does prefer to have you. He’ll do just about anything he has to to avoid it, including leaving mid-exhibit so that he can take care of himself with you rather than his hand. He won’t even do it for you because that is not his job when you’re present. Just… let him have that.

K = Kink: Is impregnation too obvious? Maybe it is, but he’s a big fan of the idea of getting you pregnant. Whether or not he’d like you being pregnant (he would) doesn’t matter so much as being able to stuff you full. And as we’ve explained, he really can stuff you. He’s careful about it, of course, because maybe getting you pregnant is more work than either of you would like at this point in your life… but the idea is nice.

Period sex. Not sure if this really constitutes a kink, but holy fuck, he gets so turned on eating you out on your period. Maybe because he likes the mess, maybe because he likes the taste (freak), but he can’t help it. Besides, it helps you feel better! What boyfriend would he be if he didn’t relieve you in your time of need?

There is something so incredibly delightful about fucking you to the point of tears. You are so pretty when you cry from pleasure, those tear tracks are the most beautiful thing in the world in his eyes. He loves to lick at them too, the salty taste of painful pleasure is too much for him to resist.

Finally, Rafayel likes it when you’re fucked dumb. He already loves when you play a little stupid (or take him at his word when you definitely should not), and so fucking you until you can’t think is a given. He loves how you babble and ramble on about nothing, only able to think of how good his dick feels when he’s taking you. So cute and reliant on only him <3

L = Location: Prettyyyyy sure he can go at it just about anywhere. He doesn’t have the same level of shame that a normal human person would… because he’s not human. If he wants to have sex (and you are okay with it, because he’s a good little fishie), he’ll be having sex wherever he damn well pleases. Though his favorite location is in his art studio, having you sprawled out amongst all his hard work is a favorite sight of his that he cannot get enough of.

M = Motivation: Most things get him going, honestly. But the big one is when you’re being a little ditzy. He loves how much you just lean into whatever he says, even when it’s the most blatant lie in the world. The more control you give him over a situation, the more he likes it. The more stupid you act, the better it gets for him. He finds it cute when you lean into it, especially when you know how silly you look. So willing to make a fool of yourself just for him, you must really love him, huh?

N = No: He won’t hurt you, like ever. At all. It’s just such a disgusting feeling to him, hitting you, choking you, harming you. He’d rather die than see a bruise (that isn’t a lovebite) welling up on your skin. Everything he does with you is done with extreme care and a lot of holding back of his own strength. If you’re using restraints, they're the softest silk and tied only as tight as it needs to be, not tight enough to leave burns. If he’s holding you down, he’s careful not to leave any imprints on you. The very idea of causing you harm is enough to make him suicidal; please don’t ask him to.

O = Oral: Oh, as a fish, he’s not afraid to get a little wet. I kid, I kid. Rafayel is a big eater, though that shouldn’t come as a surprise from him. There is something delicious about you; your taste is sweeter than the finest wine on the market, and you’d swear he’s formed an addiction to it with how often he’s on his knees for you. There’s also the added bonus of the view from between your legs, and the sounds you make, and the complete and total control he has over your pleasure like this. Not to mention the way your thighs squeeze his head, if it popped, he would die a happy man. Right where he belongs for the rest of his days.

P = Pace: Generally, Rafayel prefers to take it slow and easy, but he tends to get overeager and lose himself to the feel of you. Can you blame him? You’re so nice and warm, and you squeeze him all tight and sweet. He can’t help but get excited. Worry not, though, he’s always sure to take his time. He’s not going to waste a second without savoring the feel of you around him.

Q = Quickie: He is really good at them, like really good at them, but he’s not a big fan overall. With his tendency for risky locations, he has to be good at being quick and sneaky – and trust me, you never ever leave unsatisfied – but he doesn’t wanna! He wants to take his time with you always, but oopsies, he doesn’t get to do that when he’s being a horny idiot in public. Too bad, so sad, Raf.

R = Risk: In the sense of location? Yes! As established, he’s willing to go at it just about anywhere, regardless of risk factor. He’s conscious enough about other people to keep you from prying eyes, but that's about as far as risk goes for him. He’s always in control of whatever scenario he’s put you in because he hates having any sense that something could happen to you.

S = Stamina: His stamina is incredibly high, like incredibly high. In part because he’s strong, and another because he’s a god. He doesn’t have the same physical limitations as you might, so he can kind of just go as long as he wants, and he always outlasts you. Even if you think you can beat him, you definitely cannot. It’s a futile battle. Just let our fishie take care of you.

T = Toys: I’m going to say a big fat no. Cutie… why would you need those things? You have him :(... is he not good enough? Dramatic ass. Seriously though, he doesn’t like the idea of you using toys or him using toys. Let's just throw them out, okay!

U = Unfair: As much as he loves having fun and as much as he wants you to enjoy yourself with him, he also likes being a little mean. Especially when you’ve left him alone all day, or you’ve made him jealous, or you’ve teased him too much. Really, any reason is enough to make him leave you hanging on the edge for hours. You’re soooo cute when you cry, when you’re squirming and begging him to let you cum. Poor thing. Should’ve been nicer; maybe then you wouldn’t be here in the first place.

V = Volume: He is loud as fuck when he wants to be. He doesn’t really have much shame about the sounds he’s making, so he’s going to be making them as much as he wants. Of course, he prefers that you make more noise for him, but doesn’t see the point in holding himself back when he’s enjoying himself so much.

W = Wild card: Secretly wants to be pegged. (“Secretly”). He likes his control more than most, but it would be nice to just lie back and let you have your fun too. He jokes about it a lot, to the point that you definitely know that he’s not joking, but he won’t ever outwardly ask for it.

X = X-ray: Rafayel has a strange situation going on below the belt, given the fact that he isn’t human. See, in his human form, you’d probably never guess it. He’s, by all means, regular in appearance – if not a little bigger than your average guy. Somewhere around six inches long, proportional in thickness, pretty heavy balls. It’s pale like him, with a soft pinkish tip that looks carefully painted on, rather than natural. It’s kind of like an art project in and of itself… but you’re not here for that, are you?

Rafayel has a second penis, but it’s only presented to you in his mer form. Usually, he keeps it tucked away because it’s a little jarring to see. It’s the same purple-blue as his fins are. Shorter in length than his human penis, but thick at the base and tapering off like a tentacle. It moves like one, too, and he can manipulate it like another limb. This is, for lack of a more sexy term, the baby-maker. It’s also more sensitive than his human one, which is part of why he neglects to let you see it often. Doesn’t like how easy it is to make him weak with it.

Y = Yearning: If Caleb did not exist, Rafayel would be the biggest yearner in the world. As they say, a man who yearns, earns. And Rafayel is a big earner. He wants you at all times of the day, in all ways humanly (and not humanly) possible. If you could, he’d probably spend the rest of his life inside you, but he’ll stick to what he can get for now.

Z = Zzz: Never falls asleep first. He likes to watch you, no matter how long you’ve been gone, no matter how tired he is; he just wants to watch you for a while. Call him a sap; something is reassuring in seeing that you are there and you are okay, and it affirms to him that you are real. This is real. He doesn’t have to worry about losing you again. Not if he can help it.

Sylus (Word Count: 2.2k)

A = Aftercare: King of aftercare, without a doubt. He’s always got what you need without you even thinking about it. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger for even a moment, and so he makes sure that you don’t. You won’t have to worry about cleaning yourself up, won’t need to feel the aches in your joints in the morning, won’t have to ask for food or water, Sylus has it already. You’ll need for nothing. It’s his job to provide, after all.

B = Body part: For Sylus, it’s hard to pick between his hands and his chest. Truly! His hands have helped him build this little empire for the two of you; they’re also useful for fighting off any idiots getting too pesky, and you seem fond of them. But… his chest is also special. It holds his heart inside, which belongs entirely to you, and he cherishes each moment it beats because it’s a moment when he is alive at the same time as you. It’s also where you rest your head at night, and that is more special to him than words can describe.

I think, similarly to himself, your chest – your heart specifically – is something he cherishes. It’s reassuring to feel it beat against your ribcage, reminds him that you are alive. He is determined to keep it that way, this time. No dying in his name in this life.

C = Cum: Sylus makes sure that everything is up to snuff for you, that means his cum too. While it’s a bit different because… he’s not a human being, it’s healthy. He makes sure that it’s nothing to gag at, in fact, his diet is structured in a way that it’s kind of sweet? Not that he enjoys cumming in your mouth (he feels it’s beneath you, really), but just in case. Speaking of, he’s very much a “I cum inside or in a condom,” and that’s it. Doesn’t mind if it spills out a little, but he will be scooping it up and stuffing it back in.

D = Dirty secret: I don’t think Sylus is very ashamed of most of the stuff he’s into or does, so it’s hard to imagine him having any secret that he keeps from you. The only one I could imagine is if, in some world, he got off to you before you’d met each other again through security footage or something of the like. Though I doubt he would do something like that. He’s too honest and forward for this one, guys, sorry.

E = Experience: His experience carries over with his memories, of course. He’s very experienced with you specifically, which is how he manages to know everything you like without you saying it. Though I will say, you are probably his only experience. He doesn’t care to seek another partner while he awaits your return to his arms, nor does he want to. You are the only one for him after all.

F = Favorite position: Backshot bucky baby. As we saw in lingering lust, he’s big into giving it from behind. The way he can grab your waist, your rear, and just lose himself without fear of consequence gets him going wild. Alternatively, anything where you’re in control makes him go a little crazy. He likes looking up at you and admiring your pretty visage as you ride him into tomorrow.

G = Goofy: Believe it or not, he’s actually really fun! Sex can be intimate, and he does like intimacy, but he’s also the biggest fan of your smile and your laugh. So, if he can draw that out of you while also pleasing you, it’s a high unlike anything else for him. Plus, it shows that you really do trust him despite rocky beginnings. Being able to be a little silly in a vulnerable time is everything to him.

H = Hair: Sylus is a bit… scaly? It’s a little jarring considering his otherwise human appearance, but he’s got a patch of black scales that fade into his… ahem… unique members. They’re smooth, though, and they feel more like skin than any hard protective plating. They’re sensitive too, so do with that what you will.

He doesn’t prefer you anyway, honestly. If you want to be bald and smooth, he’ll get you the best appointments for a Brazilian he can find. If you want to be wild and unrestrained, knock yourself out, he won’t complain. You’re somewhere in between - perfect! Whatever you want, it’s yours.

I = Intimacy: Big on intimacy, but I don’t think it’s surprising. He loves having you close, loves looking at you, loves telling you how much he adores you. Honestly, it’s a lot to handle. His sheer devotion to you is intense, but worry not, he knows what you can handle. All you need to know is that you are loved like no other in his heart, and sexual intimacy is his best way of showing that, because gods know his words are rarely good enough to convey his heart to you.

J = Jack off: I think he tries to avoid doing it if he has to, mostly because it's a hassle. There's… a bit more there for him to worry about than most men. There’s also the fact that nothing really works for him in the same way that you do. He tried porn once. Didn’t like it.

K = Kink: He likes being tamed by you. He’s a bit of a wild animal, rough around the edges and so argumentative, he needs to be told off a little. By you, of course. (Forbid someone else from try to tell him to behave.) Finds your domination so incredibly cute that he can’t help but give in. Sure, it’s a stupid reason to submit, but the proud face you get when he finally decides to listen… oh, it’s beautiful.

Predator/Prey dynamics going both ways… mostly him as the predator in these scenarios. He’s the big scary dragon after all, but if you want to go hunting as the predator, he’s not opposed. He just thinks it's fun to play into those less than innocent primal instincts of his.

Gun play is another big one of his, with a lot of safety precautions put in place (for your sake, not his). There is something just so… mmm… stimulating about having your gun pressed to his forehead as you use him as you like. It requires so much trust in you, and you have so much trust that he will be okay. He can’t help it, he’s into the risk factor of it all.

Last but not least, he’s very big on restraining each other. Usually with his evol, because gods know nothing else is strong enough to hold him down. Being at your mercy, or you at his, alights a switchboard in his brain, forgive him. He can’t help that you in positions of power are so… so hot.

L = Location: I think that entire mansion of his has seen your bare ass, to be quite frank. He enjoys acquainting you with everywhere and anywhere he can. He also doesn’t care too much about doing anything in public because you’ll never get caught with him around. You can be pretty reckless and know for a fact Sylus would never let anyone else catch you. Unless you wanted to be caught… mmm… no. He’s not too big on sharing you.

M = Motivation: Well… you are the motivation! Okay, seriously, your enthusiasm and honesty with your needs are all it really takes for him to be enthusiastic and honest with you, too. You don’t have to jump through hoops to get him aroused; all you need to do is say yes, and he’s ready to go for you too.

N = No: Another guy who just doesn’t like hurting you, but particularly he doesn’t like degrading you at all. His whole thing is encouraging you to take and take and take, making you feel small for doing that defeats the purpose of all that work he put in. It’s simply the opposite of what he wants to see from you, and as such, he doesn’t do it unless expressly asked… and even then he’s on the fence.

O = Oral: Not only is this guy good at giving, he’s obsessed with it, too. Half of the fun of sex is foreplay, and getting you ready with his mouth is just about his favorite thing in the world. It helps that his tongue is impossibly long, and he’s very good at moving it around. You didn’t know that something that squirmy could ever get that deep inside you, but fuck does it feel amazing. Don’t be too loud now, it’ll go to his head, and gods know his ego is big enough.

P = Pace: Sylus is a very go-with-the-flow kind of guy; he does whatever the moment calls for, or whatever you request of him. He can be rough and fast, he can be slow and soft, he can do it all. It doesn’t matter too much to him how long it takes, so long as it results in you being a happy, satisfied mess beneath him.

Q = Quickie: I think he would like them! Not as much as regular sex, of course, but they’re fun. And they’re really useful when you get needy out in public when you know you shouldn’t be. He would never shame you for your needs, though, and he certainly wouldn’t withhold them from you. While they’re not as intimate as he likes, he’s happy to indulge you in some mindless fun like you’re both stupid teenagers every once in a while. Keeps him feeling young.

R = Risk: Big into risk so long as its well thought out and done in a manner that keeps you specifically from harm. You can do anything to him, and he’ll probably smile and take it like a good pet, but he’s hesitant to put you in the line of fire. Still, he is good with risk-taking so long as both of you have had a conversation about expectations and the like. He’s not stupid enough to go in blind.

S = Stamina: I don’t think this man knows how to slow down, really. He can go for insane amounts of time, and you’ll probably never know the upper limits of what he can take. What matters is that whatever you want, you get from him. He’s very adaptable.

T = Toys: He’s a true neutral on this subject. He doesn’t really want to hear about or see your exploits with your toys. (Forgive him for being a little possessive.) He doesn’t care too much either way, though it would be unfair to withhold this pleasure from you, even though he’s right there. He’ll just have to prove that he can do better than some stupid vibrator can, that way, you always come to him first.

U = Unfair: Sylus is a bit of a tease, but that’s the lead-up to the fun of the moment usually. To be fully honest, when the heat of the moment hits, Sylus simply can’t find it in himself to tease you. Your reactions are too honest, and it tears him apart to be mean to you. Pleasure comes first, he’s not so mean as to deny you that after all your hard work to get both of you here.

V = Volume: He’s pretty loud, all things considered. He tends to pant and grunt a lot, though he’s not the loudest in sound; he does make a lot of it. He thinks it’s nice to let you know just how much you satisfy him, since you do the same for him. Not embarrassed by himself at all.

W = Wild card: One of his biggest desires is to have you take both of him at the same time, but he has to manage those expectations quite a bit. One is big enough as is, two? That would take a lot of prep work, and it’s quite the selfish desire he has. If you voice the same excitement over it, though, he might be more compelled to give in to his own yearning.

X = X-ray: My condolences to your pussy. There’s really no way around it, he’s kind of impossibly big, and yes… There are two of them. They’re both slightly different sizes, but he’s effective at using either. The larger of the two is about six and a half to seven inches, fat all around, too, somewhere about six inches or so in circumference. The smaller one is around five-ish inches, about four inches in circumference, far more reasonable to take (which is why he opts to use this one more). They’re also, uh, red and black? And ribbed? It’s quite the thing to take. Worry not, Sylus is good about helping you adjust.

Y = Yearning: You are the only thing on his mind at any given time, his precious little kitten, his whole world. He would do just about anything to have you at his side, but he’s patient enough to wait for you. He can want and want and want, but if you don’t want him, well… he can wait as long as you need. He’s not unwilling.

Z = Zzz: Another guy who ain’t snoozing until you’re good to go. He actually likes to fall asleep at the same time as you. Oftentimes after you have sex with him, he’ll rest his head on your chest and fall into a slumber to the sound of your heartbeat. Just in case. Just to make sure.

Caleb (Word Count: 2.7k)

A = Aftercare: Your wellbeing always remains Caleb’s top priority, therefore, his aftercare is thorough. He does consent checks frequently throughout each session, but he always makes sure to do one last look-over to make sure everything went smoothly and to ensure your mental state is still there. He gets a little… mean. So he needs to assure you that you are loved despite his indulgences. Very much a cuddler, very physical. You won’t have to worry about him skimping out on any of your needs; you can rest easy while your Gege is here.

B = Body part: With Caleb, that is the question. I don’t think he really likes anything about himself. Objectively, he’s aware he’s attractive and strong, he knows that he can do good things with his body, but… he doesn’t feel very connected to it. It’s not Caleb’s body anymore, it’s just a weapon. Cold and unfeeling, except for when he’s around you. So, honestly, he just says his favorite body part is whatever your favorite is. If you like it, it can’t be as bad as the rest of him is, right?

Again, with you, that’s the question. What about you is his favorite? Hard to pick, really, too many good options. If you’re asking sexually, he’d probably go with something like your tummy or your thighs. Fun to grab at in the heat of the moment. More generally, he’d say something like your lips. He spent a looooot of time staring at them, wanting to kiss them, throughout his life. Now he can do it whenever he pleases.

C = Cum: Caleb doesn’t take care of himself unless you’re there to make him, so… I don’t think it’s the healthiest or the tastiest. Which is why he tends to avoid letting you eat it, just… kinda gross and bitter. Besides, he prefers to cum on you anyway, creep that he is. It’s a little watery, and he likes to play with it (likes it more when you play with it). Prefers to see it on your stomach or your ass, but if you want he’s more than happy to cum inside :D …No? Okay.

D = Dirty secret: When you were younger, he would do a lot of really creepy and fucked up shit that he has an insane amount of guilt over. These include (but are not limited to): Jacking off to (innocent) photos of you together; Stealing your panties and cumming into them; Standing over your bed to watch you sleep at night; Watching you change through cracks in your door; Getting off to your shampoo in the shower. But that’s not really the secret, because you’ve probably found out about most of these. No, the secret is that he wants to do all of these things still (he does, sometimes), and he wants you to catch him. And he wants you to tell him how gross it is and then indulge him in his creepy little fantasies.

E = Experience: No experience whatsoever; he was not gonna fuck anything that wasn’t you, lmfao. He’s a little nervous on your first time because of this (and a few other reasons), but he’s really receptive to you and your reactions. All you gotta do is tell him, and he’ll get it done. He ends up being a little too rough sometimes, a little too eager others, but he’ll get the hang of it quickly.

F = Favorite position: I preface with the fact that Caleb is not a picky man; he’ll do just about anything so long as you seem happy with it. However, his favorites tend to require a bit of flexibility on your part. He really enjoys pushing your body into positions where you’re sort of helpless to him. Oftentimes you’ll find your legs over his shoulder and your body bent in half while he “takes care of business.” His usual go-to is just doggy, but when you’re prepared properly, he’ll put you in a full nelson or a prone bone. Again, though, he’s happy to take what he gets all the same.

G = Goofy: He can be goofy if you want! He’s still your Caleb, albeit altered and more traumatized and kind of hardly hanging on to himself… but he’s Caleb! Sometimes you just wanna mess around a little; sex doesn’t always have to be some super serious, dom/sub type dynamic thing. He loves hearing you laugh and joke around with him just as much as he likes to hear you moan. It’s even better when they’re woven together like this - the best of both worlds.

H = Hair: Before your first time together, he didn’t care enough to shave himself downstairs. He didn’t care to take care of himself. Immediately after your first time, he shaves himself clean. Finds the hair down there inconvenient because it’s just in the way of feeling you against him. He’s a little apologetic if you don’t like him bald, buuut he’s not changing it. He wants to feel you, sorry pips :P

If you shave, he’ll act like it's a war crime. Your body, your choice… but please reconsider. Your bush is a sacred thing to him; how could you ever even consider taking it away from him after he waited so long to see it? “It’s more convenient” or “It’s only fair” won’t convince him. In the end, it’s your choice, and he’ll be a big boy and accept it. Even if he really, really wants the bush.

I = Intimacy: He struggles a lot with intimacy in sex, mostly because he struggles with intimacy in general. He really tries his best to tap into the few emotions he can feel for whatever short amount of time he’s allowed to feel them, but he finds sex more enjoyable when he doesn’t have to fight himself to indulge. It’ll come naturally over time as he adjusts to everything new with you, and it’s not like he’s not making successful attempts, but intimacy is something he struggles with in general. However, he does his best to make sure you feel the intimacy, even if he can’t.

J = Jack off: I think it goes unsaid, but he’s getting himself off without you more than with you. It’s a habit, at this point, because he finds it difficult to come to you about his sexual needs, so he usually handles them himself. Most often in the same ways he did when he was younger, but he’s getting a little better about seeking you out. At least he’ll send you pictures sometimes when he misses you that much.

K = Kink: Let's get the obvious out of the way, please. He’s so into pseudo-incest, and it’s something he’s grappling with indulging in. He holds a lot of shame about liking the big brother role he takes on with you, mostly because he also wants nothing more than to be your boyfriend. In bed, these blurred lines come together into one, and he loves when you call him Gege, and you play into that dynamic. Playing dumb and helpless, begging your big brother to take advantage of you is sick and twisted, and that's what he likes about it.

That leads into his second kink, degradation. He prefers it mostly on himself, and it’s nothing too heavy. He’s not interested in you really calling him too many names, but he wants you to point out the flaws in his logic and still give him what he wants. Let him know that what he wants is wrong and that you want it too. Furthermore, he likes to mock you a little bit when you get into the subspace. “So cute and helpless ‘fer me, aren’t ya?” and stuff like “Can’t get off without Gege’s help, huh? Poor little Meimei~.”

Collaring/Marking/Claiming, whatever you want to call it, he’s big on this one. Of course you can’t walk out with a literal dog collar, and neither can he, but he’ll look into alternatives. He already has the necklace you gave him, but I think he’d be interested in getting you a necklace with a Morse code design of something like his name or a little message nodding back to him. Then, obviously, he loves giving and receiving love bites – even if he can’t see them beneath clothes, knowing that they’re there and only for his eyes is good enough for him.

Control. Now I know that all of the men before have some element of this to them, but Caleb takes it to the most extreme degree. He wants control of you both inside and outside of the bedroom, and he wants you to control him in the same way. Who you talk to, who he talks to, where you go, where he goes, what you eat, what he eats. It’s not reasonable for either of you to do this, so you find other ways to indulge in this desire of his that won’t completely destroy your social lives and ruin your mental health (more than it already is).

L = Location: Generally, he prefers that you keep things between yourselves, so he’s not going out of his way to have sex with you in public. Though I think he’s prone to fingering you under the table if you’ve earned yourself some kind of punishment (or you’re really adamant about needing to get off right now.) He could be convinced to bend you over his desk at work, but if it’s down to choice, he’s waiting until you’re home so he can take his time with you.

M = Motivation: I think most things you do can get him going, but he’s so good at pushing it down, ignoring it, or dealing with it himself that you don’t think it’s that bad. The best way to get him to do something is to purposely tease him in scenarios where he can’t immediately act on it, and then continue to push until he cracks and drags you home/to the bedroom himself.

N = No: Sharing. I know, I know! It’s obvious, and I also said it earlier, but I think it’s the one big no that he has. He’s pretty goddamn freaky; there's not much concerning you that’ll turn him off, but if you suggest adding a third? Well, that means you’re thinking about someone specifically, and that means he’s got someone to deal with. It also means that he’s not satisfying you, so he just has to do better himself. Don’t bother bringing it up to him, okay, he’ll spiral, and he’s already hardly clinging to his morals as is.

O = Oral: It’s a toss-up for him as to which he likes more on a given day. Some days, he wants nothing more than to see you on your knees, taking him as deep as you can. Other days, the only way he can relax is with your thighs trying to crush his head while he eats you like a wild animal. It’s all up to his mood and how good or bad a day he’s had, mixed a little with how much of a brat you’re being.

P = Pace: He tends to default to a harder, faster pace. It’s not like he likes being mean! It’s just how he is, and you never seem to complain about it anyway. He can slow it down and be sweet and gentle if that's what you want. It’s his natural state to just be a bit harsh in these things, and if you seem to like it, then that's how he’ll give it to you.

Q = Quickie: Surprisingly, he’s not really a fan. He doesn’t want anyone ever interrupting his time with you. Especially not such an intimate time like this. He’d rather wait around for a while so that he can really get into it rather than waste time on half-fulfilling interactions like a quickie. You might get him to give in occasionally when there's no promise of a later, but it's rare.

R = Risk: He’s definitely into some risky kinks and behaviors, but not a big fan of real risk. He’s a control freak, especially when it comes to your safety, so the idea that he’d put you at risk is a bit unlike him. Don’t expect him to indulge in anything that could expose you or potentially hurt you more than he’d be able to control.

S = Stamina: The issue with Caleb is not the fact that he can go for a long time; he most certainly can. It’s just… he cums quick. He’ll cum more than twice usually, and he has a short refractory period where he bounces back quickly. He’s good at filling up space while he recovers, but you’ve gotta get used to how easy he is lol. It’s a compliment, I promise.

T = Toys: Props, yes. Toys? Not so much. He doesn’t like the idea that something else can do his job for him. He also doesn’t like that you masturbate without him involved/knowing either, so I don’t think this is all that surprising from him. He’s a bit hypocritical, of course, but he prefers you come to him when you have needs. He could be convinced to use a remote-controlled vibrator as punishment or even use your toys against you when he’s upset enough, but generally prefers you not have them and not use them when you’re with him. If you do have them, he prefers not to know what kind and how many. (He gets jealous)

U = Unfair: I already established that he loves to verbally degrade you and tease you, and this goes for how he handles your pleasure, too. He does enjoy edging you and withholding orgasms from you occasionally. On the other end, he also likes to make you cum in rapid succession. He tends to give you more than he takes from you, so usually you’re overstimulated rather than denied pleasure. It’s not any less mean that way.

V = Volume: He’s a big grunter, and you can draw a lot of them out of him, but he tries to stifle them as much as possible. He just wants to hear you, and he can’t hear you if his stupid mouth is making noise. Worry not, he knows how to get you moaning. But if you want him to make noise – specifically if you want him to whimper – you can either pull at his hair or scratch his back. No pussy shit either, you better tug hard at the roots or dig your nails in so hard they leave marks, else you won’t get what you want.

W = Wild card: Caleb is a big somnophiliac. He wants to wake up to you using him like your personal sex toy, and he loves waking you up with his tongue on your sex. There’s something super thrilling about the riskiness of it all, waking up half there only to immediately be thrown into the throes of pleasure. He loves toeing the line of what is and is not morally acceptable with you, and this is a fun way to play into that.

X = X-ray: Long and thick, just like its beholder. Caleb is just a bit smaller than Sylus’ more impressive member, about 5.8 to 6 inches, and thick all the way around. Once you adjust the tip, you can take the whole thing no problem. He’s also not circumcised, but that doesn’t inhibit pleasure by any means. None of that really matters in the end, because length and girth or not, he knows how to use it to make you feel good.

Y = Yearning: Caleb wants you all the time, and he’s very good at acting like he doesn’t. He spent his whole life acting like he didn’t; he’s sort of stuck in that yearning still, even now that he has you to himself. Such a helpless man for you, he’d seriously sit and be happy if you told him he could never have it again. …No, he wouldn’t. Please don’t do that to him.

To his credit, Zayne was doing everything he could to ease the pain caused by his absence. He had texted you at least once every day to check in, and even got healthy meals delivered to the house to ensure you were eating. Once every few days, he made sure to carve out a few minutes in the evening to video call you. Even though he was doing his best, you felt like a part of you was missing all week and longed to have him back by your side. 

You sighed after checking your phone again and seeing no notifications. You had just finished your hunter’s assignment, leaving you strolling the city streets aimlessly. A rumbling resounded from deep in your gut and you stopped, blinking in surprise as you realized that it was just past lunch time. While weighing options for your late meal, an idea popped into your head. Maybe you could pick up lunch for you and Zayne and bring it to his office? A small smile graced your lips as you set off on your newfound mission. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

Food in hand, you made your way to his office, stopping to greet the staff members you recognized. You approached the front desk, smiling at the nurse as she waved at you.

“Does he have a patient right now?” She shook her head, gesturing for you to head to his room. You nearly skipped down the hall, the idea of seeing your love after such a long wait making your heart race. You stopped just short of his door, noticing it ajar and hearing voices from within. You peeked inside, wondering who the voices belonged to. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw a young nurse you hadn’t met before standing behind his desk and next to him, peering over his shoulder at the bright computer screen in front of them.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so smart Doctor Zayne!” Her voice was giddy, and she laid a hand on his forearm as she spoke, a smile stretching across her cheeks. Something twisted in your gut. You pushed the door open, watching as both her and Zayne’s eyes flitted to you. You smiled at both of them, although it didn’t fully reach your eyes.

“Hi, Zaynie.” You greeted, the nickname rolling off your tongue sweetly. You couldn’t miss the way the nurse’s face fell if you tried. He smiled in response, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Who’s this?” Your tone was saccharine as you set the food down, gesturing to the nurse by his side. She quickly pulled her hand away from his arm.

“I’m Stella! I just started a week ago. Doctor Zayne here was being kind and showing me how to log into the hospital’s webportal.” You hated the way his name sounded coming out of her lips. If she never said it again you could die a happy girl.

“Since you know how to do it now, I’m sure you won’t need my help again.” His deep voice was smooth and nonchalant, betraying no emotion. To say Stella looked deflated was an understatement. She glanced between you two before backing up, saying quick goodbyes and leaving the room. Your eyes followed her retreating form, a sour look replacing the false smile that was on your lips. Once the door closed behind her, you fixed Zayne with a narrow eyed gaze as he circled the desk to approach you.

“You’re so smart, Doctor Zayne!” You mimicked, the words sour in your mouth. He lifted an eyebrow at your comment, but pulled you into his arms nonetheless. You felt the tension from earlier melt off your muscles as you nuzzled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his back. “I missed you so much.” Your words were muffled against his shirt. His hands were rubbing reassuring circles into your back as he hummed in agreement. You pulled back, closing your eyes and lifting your face. Zayne dropped his head, sealing his lips over yours, his mouth gentle and warm. You sighed contentedly into the kiss before pulling away, snuggling your head back into his chest.

“I see you brought us lunch.” You nodded, glancing up to catch the way the corners of his lips lifted into a small, but sweet, smile. “We shouldn’t let it get cold.”

As you sat and ate together, you couldn’t shake the bitter feeling from earlier.

“So, she’s new. I haven’t seen her before.” You started, taking another bite of the food in your lap. “Yes. I believe she started a week ago.” You made a small sound of agreement, remembering she had said that in her introduction. Your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought.

“Have you worked a lot with her since she started?” Zayne put his fork down as he chewed, seemingly processing your question. “Only during the day. Her schedule is a bit different from mine.” The bitter feeling burned in your belly. “You see her every day, then?” “Since she began working here, yes.” You didn’t feel like eating anymore. “Oh.” Your response was simple, betraying nothing. You knew he had a lot on his plate preparing for the upcoming surgery and the last thing you wanted to do was add to that. However, the thought that you hadn’t seen your lover in so long, and he had been spending his days with another girl, coworker or not, made a pit settle painfully within your gut.

“Are you alright?” You didn’t even realize you had trailed off, staring into a corner of Zayne’s office as you thought. You shook your head and smiled listlessly. “I’m okay, just tired.” “Have you been getting enough sleep lately?” You laughed. “The doctor pulling all nighters wants to know if I’m getting enough sleep?” Your tone was teasing as you spoke, your chest feeling warm as you realized he had been worried about you.

You jumped as the door to Zayne’s office opened, his small smile falling as his eyes moved to it. Stella walked in, holding a bundle of patient charts. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Doctor Zayne.” Your eye twitched as she walked past you, giving you a cursory nod and laying the papers down on his desk. “The other doctor asked if you would be able to go over these before your next appointment at three.” “Yes, that should be doable.” He hummed as he scanned the stack of documents. She smiled, before turning to leave, her eyes scanning over you like she was sizing you up. You could barely hold back your scoff.

After she left, you began gathering your things. “Are you leaving?” Zayne seemed surprised, given that you only had a few bites of your food. “Clearly you are busy with your paperwork and your new nurse, so yeah. I guess I’ll go see if Xavier is ready to do another mission.” The bite in your words was clear, and you walked out the door before he had a chance to answer.

Once you left the hospital, guilt began to build in your throat. You didn’t mean to snap at your boyfriend like that. What you really wanted to do was cuddle into his arms as he whispered gentle reassurances. You held back your feelings for fear of adding to the load he was carrying but it all came out anyway. You felt silly for getting so jealous. You weren’t in high school anymore. But you couldn’t help it. The way she smiled at him, and was so comfortable touching him, made you so upset you couldn’t stand it. 

You knew he was just trying to be professional, but a part of you felt like Zayne was entertaining her. You had no reason to feel that way, other than the anxiety that had been eating at you. If nothing else, Zayne loved you more than the stars in the sky.

You finally arrived home, mentally and physically exhausted from the day. You hoped you could call Zayne later to apologize for your behavior. Plopping down on the couch, you opened your phone and your favorite social media app. Clicking through the tabs, you ended up on the ‘People you might know’ screen. Your heart stopped when you peered Stella’s account at the top of the list. You hovered over the username before ultimately clicking it.

Most of it was normal posts, like pictures of her and her friends or some pretty scenery. However, the most recent posts were something else. The first one looked like a team photo of the Akso Hospital staff. You recognized many of the faces. As you zoomed into the photo, you noticed Stella wasn’t looking at the photographer. She had her head completely turned, and her eyes trained on your boyfriend. You felt rage build up inside of you. Screw apologizing to Zayne. Clearly he was entertaining her if she felt comfortable enough to be posting photos of him.

You glanced towards the front door as you heard it open. Zayne stepped inside, brushing stray snowflakes off of him. He looked up and saw you on the couch, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. “You’re home?” You asked, your tone dry. “Yes. The surgery got postponed a few days, so I decided to come home to spend time with you.” You rolled your eyes before going back to scrolling. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend time with Stella?” You muttered, bitterness lacing every word.

“What was that?” He was closer now, the smell of ice and his cologne filling your nose. You cursed the way you felt your panties dampen just from his scent. “I said, are you sure you don’t want to spend time with Stella?” You stood up, staring him right in the eyes, your gaze challenging. His green eyes twinkled in delight at your attitude. “Or did you get your fill from spending the entire week with her while you left me all alone at home?” He cocked an eyebrow at your words, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smirk. “Are you jealous, little snowflake?” You narrowed your eyes at the use of your nickname, despising the way it made heat build in your gut.

“I have been neglecting you, haven’t I? Is that why you’re acting like such a brat?” Zayne reached out to take your hand, a few wispy pieces of his black hair falling in front of his eyes as he did so. You pulled your hand away quickly, leaving his arm hovering in the air. “I don’t know, is it? Figure it out, since you’re so smart.” You hissed, turning to walk away. Before you could take a step, you were hoisted into the air and thrown over Zayne’s shoulder.

“Put me down!” You shouted, battering your fists against his broad, strong back as he carried you to your shared bedroom. “I have to fix that attitude of yours.” He tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you as he loosened his tie. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you all of the attention I know you need.” Before you could protest further, he captured your lips, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth smoothly. He tasted cool, and minty, and it took every ounce of your power to not melt into him. As he kissed you, he began to pull at your clothes, breaking away from you only to tug your shirt off over your head. Pressing his lips back against yours, he shimmied your pants down your legs, until they fell off completely. You gasped into his mouth as his cold fingers skimmed your tummy, before coming up to cup your chest. Arching into the touch, you shut your eyes, rubbing your legs together to try and soothe the friction your core so desperately craved. 

Zayne broke the kiss, pulling away as he stared down at your face. His jade irises were shimmering as he took in your swollen lips, darkened cheeks, and dazed look. “Aw, is my poor baby already feeling needy?” You snapped out of your stupor, turning your head away, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He chuckled in delight. “Clearly, I still need to show you what happens to good girls that want to act like brats.” He sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing your leg to pull you over his lap. You squirmed, not liking where this was going.

“You know how to count, right baby?” You scoffed at his question. You didn’t even have time to retort, before the palm of his hand was coming down on your ass. Jumping in surprise at the impact, you forgot to count. “Do I need to add for each one you miss?” You shook your head, a quiet ‘one’ tumbling out of your lips.

“How… how many?” Zayne hummed in thought as he soothed your sore bottom with a gentle rub. “I think given the way you were speaking to me, ten is fair, no?” Both of you knew you probably deserved a lot more, but Zayne had always been prone to spoiling you. You nodded, and counted dutifully as he swatted your behind, each swing feeling less painful and more pleasurable. By the time you got to ten, your pussy was soaked, and you were barely able to speak.

“T-ten…” You choked, breaths coming in short pants. Zayne sat you up facing him, your legs straddling him as he cradled your face in his hands. “Now what do we say to Daddy?” He stroked your cheek reassuringly as he spoke. “Thank you Daddy.” “Are you sorry for the way you acted?” You nodded, your head foggy with pleasure. “Good girl.” Zayne praised, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “Let me spoil you now. I’ll make sure you know exactly who I belong to.”

Now that you were soft and pliant in his hands, you let him lay you down on the bed gently. He grabbed his tie and carefully looped it around your wrists, securing them to the headboard. “Let me make you feel better. I’ll make it all go away.” He leaned down to mouth at your neck, reveling in the way your breath hitched and you squirmed. One of his hands left your wrists to ghost down your chest and tummy, stopping at your unclothed cunt. His fingers dipped lower, and he inhaled sharply once he felt how wet you were.

“I’m so sorry that I left you alone for so long... I missed my sweet girl.” Zayne said into your neck, his lips tracing a line down to your chest. Two of his digits slipped inside of your waiting hole, facing little to no resistance because of how soaked you were. You whimpered as he began working them in and out, curling in a ‘come here’ motion to touch that spongy spot inside.

Your back arched slightly, the stimulation causing a warm feeling to tingle throughout your body as pressure began to build in your gut. Zayne’s eyes trained your face, noting the twitch of your eyebrows and the way your lips parted to let a few moans slip out. He had always been studious, and had spent ample time getting to know your body and the parts of you that, when touched, could have you undone in an instant. After how you behaved today, he was stuck between leaving you on the edge all night or making you finish so many times that you forgot your own name.

He felt you clench onto his fingers, and decided to go with the latter. As he fingered you, he slid his body down the bed, until he was face to face with your dripping pussy. Continuing his ministrations, Zayne brought his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking tightly. You let out a sharp gasp, your legs twitching and threatening to close around his head. His digits kept pushing in and pulling out as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ah, um… Daddy, I’m close!” You gasped again, whimpering as you glanced down and met Zayne’s intense gaze. He hummed against you, the vibration the final touch you needed to reach your high. You came with a squeak, panting as you gushed onto his fingers. Zayne continued eating you out until you stopped shaking, finally pulling away to sit up onto his legs. You stared at him, eyes heavy lidded with arousal. A wicked smile bloomed on his face.

“We aren’t done just yet, little snowflake.” Your eyes widened, and you began to tremble in anticipation at what he had planned for you.

You twitched and seized on his tongue for what felt like the eighth time. Your head was foggy from the stimulation and pleasure. Your insides ached, craving the feeling of his cock deep inside of you, but being continuously denied. Zayne lifted his head, panting, and pushed his fingers back inside of you. His lips and chin were covered in your slick, a few strands of his hair plastered to his forehead from the workout his jaw was getting. As he took in your fucked out state, a product of his consistent overstimulation, his pants grew even tighter around his already swollen dick. He didn’t think he could refuse you any longer.

“Please…” You begged, pulling at the restraints holding your wrists to the headboard. You wanted him inside of you so bad you thought you would die without it. “You beg so prettily, baby.” You swallowed a moan as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his aching cock. You whimpered at the sight of it, trying to squirm closer. Zayne grabbed his dick, slapping the head against your clit a few times. He pulled his hips back slightly, lining up with your sopping hole, before beginning to push himself in slowly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the stretch, a strangled sound tumbling out of you. You swore you came again just from him entering you.

Zayne threw his head back as he bottomed out, biting his bottom lip to suppress a groan. You felt so good inside, so warm and wet and all for him. “I can’t believe I survived without you for a whole week.” He whispered reverently, adoringly running his hands over your hips to your waist, and then moving in to grasp at your chest. His gaze tracked the gentle curve of your jawline, following down your neck and across your collarbones. Everything about you was so beautiful, he couldn’t stand it.

He began to thrust, slow and gentle. “It’s unfair how beautiful you are. So warm and wet and welcoming. It makes me want to give you the world.” He tweaked your nipples with his fingers as he spoke, his hips snapping against you rhythmically. “You deserve more than the world. You deserve the world, plus the moon, stars, and universe.” He let out a moan as he felt you tighten around him, your hips lifting slightly to meet him mid thrust. Dropping his hands from your chest, he brought them to cup your waist, using it as purchase to help pull him in deeper.

“Such a sweet girl, all worried about me while I am away at work. Like anyone could ever hold a candle to you.” You felt tears prick at your eyes from overstimulation and the syrupy words he was spilling. He bent down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. Your tongues tangled together as Zayne groaned into your mouth, lost in how good it felt inside of you.

You felt a knot snap without warning, and you came again on his cock. Zayne froze, swallowing your whimpers in his mouth. He pulled back, cradling your face with one of his hands as he turned your gaze to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to cum now, baby.” After you nodded, he dropped his head to your shoulder, biting deep as he thrusted messily. It only took a few seconds before he was moaning into the bite, his hips stuttering against you. Zayne buried himself deep inside, pressing all the way to the hilt, making sure to cum as deep as possible. After holding himself there for a bit, he pulled his mouth off the bite, licking the mark to help soothe the ache. He pulled out, leaning up to untie your hands.

“Do your wrists feel alright?” He gently took them in his hands, turning them over to make sure there was no bruising. You nodded wordlessly, completely exhausted from your activities. Zayne laid down next to you, pulling you into him, your back pressed against his chest as you both laid on your sides. He brought one hand up to gently stroke your hair as he peppered kisses against the back of your neck.

“You did so well.” You hummed, eyelids heavy and already starting to flutter shut. “I belong to you my love, and I always will. Don’t forget that.”

i hope you guys enjoyed this! i luvvv zayne so much and we all know hes def a brat tamer so i wanted to make sure to do him justice! until next time <3 -kitty

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply, grabbing Xavier by the arm and pulling him closer. “What about our pay?” Xavier asks again. Jenna glances at him, then at you. “I liked him better when he kept his thoughts to himself,” she mutters before leaving.

“Xavier, you can’t just ask that in front of everyone,” you scold him while dragging him down the hallway toward the empty break room you usually use. “I can’t help it,” he admits. “I wonder why the fluctuations only affected you,” you say as you prepare coffee.

Because of the protofield fluctuations, abnormalities may occur, just as Jenna warned. Throughout the day, your suspicion proves right— Xavier seems completely unable to keep his thoughts to himself. Whatever crosses his mind comes straight out of his mouth. To everyone’s amusement… well, almost everyone’s.

“You’re so blunt, Xavier.” You sit beside him and hand him a cup of coffee. “I didn’t want coffee,” he replies. He notices your hurt expression and quickly adds, “Without sugar, I mean…” before getting up to fix it himself. “There’s so much going on in your head that you never share. I wonder what else you’ve never told me.” Xavier sits back down beside you. “A lot.” “Like what?” you ask. “I can’t summarize every unspoken thought. You’ll have to ask directly… though I’d prefer you didn’t.”

You hesitate, until….

“Sorry, bunny, but I can’t pass this up. Who knows when I’ll ever get another chance like this? Besides, you’re always so secretive.” Xavier finishes his coffee and sets the cup down with a dull thud. “You’ll regret that tonight,” he says, eyes still fixed on the cup.

“Pff, it’ll be worth it. Now, let’s see…” You squint at him and think. “…Right! Say, did you actually like that dress I wore last time? The short one with the cherry print? The one I wasn’t sure you were telling the truth about?” “Yes. I thought your ass looked great in it,” he says flatly. You nearly choke on your coffee. “M-my what?!”

“And…” he continues, “…I kept thinking about how easy it would be to get under it, since the dress was so short.” “XAVIER!” Your face burns bright red. “Wait…! Is that why you… we… you know,” you mumble shyly. “Why I couldn’t wait until we got home and dragged you into the restroom?” He nods. “Yes. I was impatient.” Flustered by the memory, you quickly get up to clean your cup.

“Maybe you were right. I shouldn’t have asked. Let’s just get back to work,” you mutter. “No.” Xavier stands and wraps his arms around you from behind while you’re at the sink, pressing his bulge into your back. You can feel him— cock hard, grip tight around your waist.

“I always imagined having my way with you in this break room,” he whispers into your ear. “The way you lean over the sink with that slight arch in your back… it always got to me.” You put the cup away but don’t turn around. “In fact…” his hand slips into your pants. “…there are plenty of places in the Association where I’ve imagined us together.”

He pushes his fingers underneath your panties, rubbing them along your slit. “X-Xavier…” a soft moan escapes you. “W-we’re at work… We’ll get in so much trouble…” “I don’t hear you asking me to stop,” he responds, and just as he’s about to slip his fingers in, you hear someone’s voice echo in the hallway, causing you to panic and yank Xavier’s hand out of your pants.

Two Hunters enter the break room. “Xavier, is your hand okay?” one of them asks him. “Yes, I just burned myself on the hot coffee,” he lies as he licks your fluids off his fingers. The two Hunters each grab a coffee and leave the room again.

“Wait, Xavier… you didn’t burn yourself,” you say. “No, I didn’t.” “But… you lied? Shouldn’t you have had to tell them the truth with the way the fluctuation is affecting you?” you ask, thinking it’s suspicious.

You immediately raise your hand to cover Caleb’s eyes. He chuckles and grabs your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. Leaning in, he whispers with a grin, “What? Since when are you such a prude, Pips hmm?”

After the actress performs a few acrobatic, but erotic acts which are undeniably impressive from an artistic point of view, things start to turn more explicit. As she begins touching herself on stage, you can’t help but glance over to Caleb.

He seems to appreciate the artistry, but otherwise appears completely unfazed. You even sneak a glance at his crotch — nothing! It seems watching another woman on stage isn’t affecting him at all. You felt reassured!

After a while, a muscular man joins her on stage. Naked… and clearly aroused. Caleb chokes and pulls at your hand, clearly wanting to get up and leave, but the other guests hush him. You also gently pull him back down.

“Don’t be rude, Caleb,” you whisper. He quickly realizes what’s happening: an eye for an eye. You had to sit through him watching the woman, now he has to sit through you watching the man. Caleb’s hands grow sweaty. He keeps bouncing his leg & even biting his fingernails, something you’ve NEVER seen him do before.

As the performance escalates further, the two performers move on from sucking and fingering each other, to the woman squirting all over the stage. Then they just…started fucking. In every possible position, as well as unthinkable ones.

At some point, you and Caleb find yourselves tilting your heads left and right, trying to figure out the logistics. You were mesmerised by their flexibility and endurance and how they did all that in front of an audience.

You and Caleb briefly glance at each other. A small smirk appears on his face. “I guess I could do that too,” he mutters. “Without using your Evol?” you whisper back. “…We’ll find out later tonight,” he replies.

The moment he says that, you notice him subtly adjusting his pants. The mere thought of trying things out with you later has clearly turned him on, far more than anything on stage tonight.

When the show finally ends, the two of you remain seated for a moment. Caleb looks at you while fidgeting with your fingers in his hands, before letting out a teasing: “So… theater, hm?”

“What about you, Caleb?” “What about me?” “Are you wearing any right now? Or did you piss through them all?” you chuckle. He lets out an incredulous laugh. “What are you even saying, Pips? Why would I—“ “I don’t know. Maybe you were thinking about me a little too much during training ans that made you… too excited. Like a puppy hehe.”

His laughter fades slightly, because he realises you’re not wrong. “Now ask me,” you quick add without waiting for his reaction. “Ask you what, Pips?” He’s uncertain about your intentions. “If I’m wearing any right now.” He doesn’t answer, but instead inhales loudly.

“Caleb?” “…Yes…” “So…won’t you ask me?” Caleb hesitates, but asks, “Are you…?” “I am,” you respond. He exhales again, he had hoped you weren’t. “But I’ve been wearing them all day,” you add casually. “They’re pretty damp by now. Probably smell a bit.”

Every drop of blood in his body has rushed to his cock. His massive boner is now just throbbing unbearably. “I guess…you should take them off then..” He chooses his words carefully. “Yeah. I should, shouldn’t I? They probably smell bad,” you respond.

That’s it. He can’t hold back anymore. He begins to stroke his cock while talking to you. “Put them to the other dirty clothes,” he suggested while secretly imagining the smell. “Done. Now what?” you ask. No response. “Caleb?”

He’s used to touching himself quietly while you’re on the phone, but sometimes it causes him not to be able to fully listening to your words. You take over.

“Caleb… maybe I should be the one telling you what to do instead?” “For example…?” he asks. “Describe your cock to me.” He freezes. Did he hear that right? But he can’t risk it. He composes himself. “Pips, who wears socks to bed?” Nice save, he thinks. You burst out laughing, but can’t help wondering if the question made him uncomfortable.

“Right, pffff…you’re so stupid Caleb. I’m gonna hang up.” “… Don’t hang up yet,” Caleb says suddenly. “Just…stay on the line,” he adds a bit quieter. “Keep talking to me for a bit.”

You lean back in your bed, reach into your bedside drawer for a toy and close your eyes while gently caressing your clit with it. “…What do you want me to talk about?” you ask. “Anything,” he says. “Just… let me listen to your voice, please.” He sounds needy. You recognize the shift in his voice and his breathing pattern.

He thinks he’s slick, like you don’t notice he’s been jerking off every night while you’ve been on the phone. Unfortunately, it seems like he always plays it safe whenever you try to initiate something. You’ve played along each time, in case that’s how Caleb feels most comfortable.

You start talking about random daily stuff, but that doesn’t matter, because Caleb gets off on anything that involves you, while you can get off on his suppressed moans.

Caleb, on the other side of the phone, is listening to you talk about your plans for tomorrow. It doesn’t really matter, he just wants to hear your voice, heck even your breathing is fine. However, like every night, he’s also listening to you using your not-so-silent toy on yourself.

His first and perhaps biggest regret was leaving the hotel room before you to meet with a regional director before the conference began. He hadn't been able to see the outfit you'd brought along for the day: a tight little pencil skirt, a few centimeters too short to really be considered workplace appropriate, paired with a silk blouse that clung to you in all the right ways, tucked neatly into it. Your black heels and the white lab coat, worn open over everything, completed the look. It was a little stereotypical, really, almost evoking a costume, which was exactly the point. You knew adopting a character was the fastest way of getting under Zayne's skin.

You met him at the conference hall, the look in his eyes as he took you in making your heart leap into your throat. You could almost see him adding a tally to the mental score he kept whenever you tried to rile him up.

Later, you only made the score climb faster. Squirming in your seat just enough to press your thigh against his. Crossing and uncrossing your legs slowly enough that he'd be forced to look down and notice. Resting your hand on his thigh just so. Dropping your pen so you could bend down to pick it back up where he'd have the best view. A clench of his jaw or a slow exhale through his nose was the only outward acknowledgement he'd given you, but you didn't need him to react outwardly for you to know you'd had an effect on him.

As the session adjourned for the last break of the day, you were almost disappointed that he hadn't seemed interested in retaliating. You shuffled to the elevator along with the rest of the attendees heading for the lobby when you were struck with a devious idea.

As you squeezed to the back of the elevator, you took Zayne's hand in yours, blocking his immediate reflex to intertwine your fingers. He glanced at you curiously before you led his hand up your thigh and under your skirt to cup you through your panties.

His attention snapped immediately back to the front. The security camera above the button panel caught his eye, and one corner of his lips lifted by a few millimeters. You'd expected him to take his hand back, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly slid his middle finger along your crease, reaching back to the source of the dampness. As the elevator neared the ground floor, he pressed gently against the fabric, the dampness spreading as your panties dipped slightly into your core.

You bit your lip to stop an audible reaction from slipping out, beginning to realize you'd passed his tipping point today as he continued to circle agonizingly slowly over the divot he created when he pressed his finger against you.

The elevator dinged, and everyone began to shuffle out. As the person in front of you moved away, you started to make your escape, but you heard a soft tsk near your ear as Zayne slid his other arm around your waist and pulled you back, pressing your ass against him so you could feel exactly the effect you'd had on him.

Then he released you, pulling his hand away from between your thighs. You watched as he reached for the small bottle of hand sanitizer he always kept in his coat pocket, applying some to his hands. You let out a small, disappointed huff that he didn't acknowledge.

The last person to leave the elevator lingered near the door, clearly wanting to chat with Zayne during the break. "Forgot something," Zayne said with a curt smile, pressing the door close button. He looked up at the camera again as he pushed the button for the conference floor to continue the charade, and this time the smirk spread wider.

After the elevator climbed a few floors, he hit the emergency stop and turned his attention back to you. The sudden realization hit you that he was far from finished with you earlier.

He reached for you again, pulling you back against him a little more forcefully this time. "It seems you thought I was done with you earlier. I wouldn't want to disappoint you after all your hard work," he said, his breath ghosting against your ear. His hand slid up your arm and over your shoulder to grab your chin, directing your eyes so you could see the way he had you pressed against him in the mirror along the back wall. "Is this enough? I can only assume you want more."

His other hand slid between your legs again, gently tugging your panties to the side. As he moved his fingers along your slit, spreading the slick that had gathered there, his eyes met yours in the reflection. He let out a small groan against your ear as his fingers plunged inside you, easily finding the spot that made your legs go weak. He moved his fingers inside you with practiced efficiency, knowing exactly what your body needed to bring you to the edge.

A voice came through on the intercom. "Everything alright? We received a notice that the emergency stop was initiated on this elevator."

Zayne slid his hand from around your jaw to cover your mouth, stifling the breathy moan that started to escape you as his fingers continued to work inside you. "My apologies. It seems I pressed the wrong button by mistake."

His fingers worked faster, feeling the telltale flutter that let him know you were close, and he gently squeezed his hand over your mouth to stop you from crying out as he began circling your clit with his thumb. The voice on the intercom continued through the standard safety procedure to ensure the situation was under control, and Zayne responded to each question as if nothing were amiss.

You lost control just as he took his hand away from your mouth to release the emergency stop, the elevator starting to climb again. "That's it…" he said, kissing your neck as he slid his arm around you to help keep you upright. Your release crashed over you, and your hand flew up to grab his arm, fingers digging into his skin. He continued to work his fingers inside you until he felt you still against him, then slowly withdrew.