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it is saturday, this much you are certain of by how loud the ruckus is in the living room. your blackout blinds are still down, fully shielding you from the sun and the start of the weekend. you blink your eyes slowly, still in between sleepiness and getting awake. right behind you is xavier. his strong arms are wrapped tightly around your waist and his little snores tickle the back of your neck.

you have no idea when he got in your bedroom, but for now, you're not complaining and allow yourself to bathe in his warmness, his usual scent of detergent and lemon fills your nose. xavier always smelled so clean and good. of course, while you are trying to enjoy this cute snuggly moment, the ruckus outside only seemed to grow louder.

muffled voices, clanking sounds, loud footsteps -- any normal person would think that they were being robbed. but no, not you. you ain't normal. not when your love life involves five guys. five possessive, jealous, protective men. and sometimes, they were annoying (this is said out of love).

''rise and shine, pipsqueak!''

that's fucking caleb. of course he is hollering at ... you try to subtly twist your body on the side to look at the clock, careful to not wake xavier up (though nothing really wakes him up). freakin 9:30 in the morning. on a saturday. and he's already yelling.

within a minute, caleb gives three firm knocks and barges in -- not even waiting for your answer. his smile is bright and full of life, his eyes gleaming with completely adoration at your sight until he sees xavier. his eyes literally darkened with irritation as he closed the distance and harshly tug on xavier's pajama shirt.

''get away from her, you stupid alien'', caleb seethes as he continues to tug. not long after, zayne comes in the bedroom wearing an apron. his eyes narrow in annoyance as he whispers to caleb to quiet down as to not wake you up so early.

the damage is already done and too late though. zayne glanced down at you and his scowl disappears instantly. his gaze softens as apology before he walks to the other side and bends down, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

''good morning, my love'', he soothes down your hair as his thumb caresses your cheek tenderly, ''go back to sleep. i'll wake you up for breakfast after.''

caleb had stopped tugging on xavier (who is still stubbornly ''asleep'' and clinging to you) and joined zayne beside. his earlier outrage at xavier seemed to have vanished entirely as he smiles widely at you : ''pipsqueak''.

caleb's tone, when talking to you, is always so full of gentleness and playfulness. you can practically feel love pouring out of his entire body whenever he looks at you. like an excited dog awaiting its owner's return. his hand reaches out to you gently and he caresses your cheek. if you didn't know caleb any better, you'd think that his gesture is sweet, romantic, cute. but don't be fooled.

he's just wiping zayne's kiss without explicitly saying it.

zayne turns and tries to push caleb out of your bedroom, hushing him as he glanced back at you one more time, a small smile plastered on his face just for you. always just for you. before caleb is kicked out, rafayel stops dead in front of the door. zayne groans in frustration and pinches the bridge of his nose, a gesture you've seen him do on a daily basis towards the others.

''caleb, you idiot ! why did you throw my paintbrushes !'' ; rafayel yells, his fists clenched as he looks over caleb's shoulder and notices you. the lemurian god, entirely capable of solving this problem by himself, decides to push past the two men and stomp his way to your figure. he points accusingly at caleb and pouts : ''cutie, he threw my paintbrushes. i just bought them, he's triyng to salvage my inspiration and creativity !''

you also know better rafayel better than others : caleb did not throw his paintbrushes out. caleb would never clean after the other men. he only cleans after you, for you. the others can take care of themselves. it's either rafayel threw it out by accident, the paintbrushes are hidden under his own mess, or he threw it all out (and decided to accuse caleb) so he can use it as an excuse to shop for more with you, together.

knowing rafayel, the last scenario is very much plausible.

''they are so loud, baby'', xavier mumbles against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss. you can't help but grin at all this ridiculous drama. and yet, you'd trade nothing in the world to miss this. these small moments where chaos erupts, but genuine love is felt from all of them. xavier grabs this opportunity where the 3 men are quarreling to press another featherly kiss at your shoulder, slowly kissing his way down to your arm. chills travel down your spine as xavier covers any exposed skin with butterfly kisses, his touches so gentle and tender but the bulge pressing against your ass isn't.

''hey ! stop this, you pervert !''

rafayel practically yanks xavier's shirt while caleb forcefully takes the blanket off. the soft material rips and everyone stops moving.

''good heavens, this is the 3rd blanket you ripped, caleb. can't control your own strength ?'' zayne says, clearly frustrated now. he takes the blanket from caleb's grip and glances at you. he knows you love this one, and he also knows how difficult it is to find one that is suitable for your sensitive skin.

he adjusts his glasses and extends his hand, his gaze leaving no place for argument : ''let's go, my love. let them be, i'll buy another one for you. tonight, you can sleep with me, my blanket is practically the same hypoallergenic material.''

you try to grab his hand but xavier's hold around your waist is iron and unwilling to let you go. caleb scoffs and rolls his eyes at zayne : ''nice try, zayne. pretending to be the good guy, you're sick.''

zayne feigns innocence as he tries to separate xavier away from you ; ''i'm just trying to help Y /N. she has sensitive skin and can easily get an allergic reaction. it happened last time.'' zayne says factually, his tone cold towards caleb. he didn't bother looking at his childhood friend as he continues to pry xavier (the leech) off.

''and why would she choose your blanket ? mine is the same material too.'' caleb argues, crossing his arms as he glares at the doctor. rafayel goes behind xavier and tries to headlock him, in hopes of ending this idiot's life, who has the audacity to touch his bride.

''at night, she needs to rest. your mouth can't shut up.'' zayne replies, deadpan.

by some miracle, rafayel managed to get xavier to release you (probably because he was about to pass out). zayne practically carried you right away. he'll protect you no matter what, and he knows you're safest with him.

''put her down, i'll help her get ready and you can go back to the kitchen'', caleb snaps at the doctor as he turns his attention to you. immediately, his mood switches and he beams a bright charming smile : ''whaddya say, pips ? i have a new body lotion, i can put it for you.''

before zayne can even reply on your behalf, a laughter erupts behind the men. sylus, leaning against your door, stares at you. his ruby eyes glow with amusement and mischief : ''quite a circus show you have there, kitten.''

he bends down to pick the blanket up from the floor before he toss it on the side : ''i'm the one who bought this. i'll go out shopping with my kitten after. she deserves to be spoiled today, right sweetie ?"

rafayel stops fighting with xavier and stares menacingly at sylus : " she's already going to shop with me after. we need to get more paintbrushes". the lemurian god crosses his arms and turns towards you : "right, cutie?"

before you can even respond, sylus interrupts. he feigns to be interested in his nails and rings, his tone nonchalant though you know he is hoping you will choose him over paintbrush shopping (which is boring and ridiculous in his mind). clearly, his kitten wouldn't want to waste her time with a fishie, right ?

"you don't need more paintbrushes."

"yes, i do."

"no, you don't."

"yes, i do."

"no, you don't. you barely even paint."

"because someone took my muse away. you bastards have been hoarding her for so long, i've lost my creativity !"

"that's what a bad artist would say."

"how dare you, bird face ? what do you even know about art, anyway ?"

"I'm the one who buys them, so yes -- i do know about art."

their bickering went back and forth for a while, their voices acting as background noises. zayne carried you to the bathroom and slammed it shut before caleb (or xavier) could sneak inside. while you were getting ready to start your day, their voices and presences continued on in the back.

and honestly, that was what home and love felt like.

“Then why don’t you…,” you press your elbows closer to your chest, subtly enhancing your cleavage, “…start touching yourself for me?” A faint smirk tugs at his lips. You see him moving his hand out of view as the video briefly turns slightly unsteady, as if he’s adjusting himself off screen.

“Shouldn’t you be joining me?” he asks curiously. “Hm… not yet~” you titter, your fingers lightly tracing your collarbone.

Zayne exhales a quiet laugh. “I see…the screen is giving you courage. You wouldn’t be this bratty, if I was before you.” “Too bad. What are you going to do about it now, Mister?” He raises an eyebrow and an amused look is crossing his face now. “That’s easy.” He turned off his video.

“HELLO?? NO, ZAYNE, THAT’S SO NOT FAIR!” You can hear Zayne let out a laugh. “Shall we start over? With better manners? Again, shouldn’t you be joining me?”

You smile and give in. You position your phone on the night stand in a way that grants him a full view of your body. “Now you’re behaving,” he says content. “Let’s see how long that lasts~ Lift your dress for me!” Zayne orders. “I want to see what you’re wearing underneath.”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath the dress,” you tease. “I’m aware,” he says. “You never do.” There’s a mischievous smile on his face. “I just can’t win with you, huh?” you laugh and lift your dress, slowly touching yourself for him to see. “But Zayne..don’t I deserve a reward?” Zayne flips the camera and shows you now how he’s slowly stroking his cock. “Is this…what you wanted to see?” he asks.

Your core is burning up. It’s like you were starving and are suddenly being offered the one meal you can’t say no to. “Zayne…I- I almost forgot how big you are,” you squeeze your legs together now. “Don’t stop touching yourself”, he says quickly. As you rub your clit, you hear Zayne’s breathing become more and more unsteady. You then turn off your video.

Zayne flipped his camera back to his face and you can see his eyebrows furrow. He exhales loudly, his patience visibly tightens. “I see, you have not learned your lesson.” You don’t answer him immediately. You stare back at him, before firmly saying: “Zayne….I need you to fuck me. Properly.”

Zayne’s holding his breath. He has been too deprived of you. He doesn’t even masturbate, he prefers doing it with you. He stares at the black screen for a moment, before breaking the silence. “Alright then.“ He hangs up the phone.

You blink. A little surprised at how sudden it was. Is he coming over? Is he mad at you? Is he excited? His face was unreadable. Not long after, you hear your doorbell ring — It’s Zayne.