🍎🐦‍⬛ Archive #001 (smut, voyeurism) 🔞

“You’re late, again.”

Caleb shuts the apartment door, only to stop dead in his tracks. Right across from the entrance, Sylus sits on the sofa. You are draped right over him, facing away from him, your thighs spread wide as you take every inch of his massive cock. From where Caleb stands, the view is completely unobstructed. He can see exactly where your body melts into Sylus’s.

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Author’s Note : I don’t put much warning tags for such a short story. Only warnings like mdni, smut, and important ones.

#001 - smut, voyeurism

#002 - competition, smut?

#003 - smut

#004 - toy, punishment, smut

#005 - dress, makeup, teasing, smut

#006 - changing room, payback, smut

#007 - birthday smut

#00 - dp, reader’s choice: poll result

#001 Special - smut

#001-A - Caleb’s

#001-B - Sylus’s

Published archives may get shuffled and the list will be corrected soon after.

🍎🐦‍⬛ Archive #007 - birthday smut

Caleb gets home later than he expects.

“Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence.”

His eyes darted to you, sitting beside Sylus in Caleb’s shirt. The fabric is stretched tight over your hips, the top few buttons undone to show flushed skin.

“W-welcome back,” you say, squirming against the leather couch.

“Happy birthday, pup.”

“No cake, bossman? Sure you’re actually wishing me a happy birthday?”

Sylus wears a slow, dark smile, looking right from Caleb to your trembling lips. “No cake. But I prepared a dessert.”

Caleb finally notices one of Sylus’s large hands hidden under your shirt. He can see the fabric moving up, exposing the soft curve of your waist, you’re wearing absolutely nothing under it.

“Spread your legs for him, sweetie,” Sylus murmurs in a gravelly voice.

“Mmh…” you part your thighs slowly, revealing Sylus’s fingers deep inside you, drenched in your arousal.

He stretches you open, the blunt depth of it making you moan, before pulling his calloused digit out until a line of thick arousal stretch between his fingers and your pussy.

Caleb swallows hard, his throat tight as he looks at you. You wearing his shirt alone, the thought of his scent enveloping your body, he almost cant restraint himself. He pants, eyes locked onto your glistening thighs and the thick, honey slick dripping heavily from your cunt.

"Fuck..." his voice is strained, raw and dark with sudden heat. "Is all that for me?"

The tight fabric of his trousers straining, his cock throbbing painfully against the zipper, leaking and begging to be let out.

"That's right," Sylus murmured, his dark eyes locked on him, thoroughly enjoying the younger man's desperation. "Come get your dessert."

Caleb strides over to you, dropping heavily onto his knees right between yours.

He strips himself bare and ruthlessly) buries his face between your thighs, his hot tongue licks hungrily at your sweet arousal, drinking you in. You arch off the couch, your hips pinning his face closer as he devours you.

He pauses for just a second, his lips grazing your soaking skin as he mumbles deeply against your inner thigh, "Best birthday gift ever..." when he nuzzle his head against your thighs like a puppy, you giggle before a breathless, broken moan escaping your lips as you fist your fingers into his hair, pulling him deeper against your heat.

“Happy birthday, Caleb 🧡”

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🍎🐦‍⬛ Archive #006 - changing room, payback, smut.

“I’ll try this one too.”

You grab the smooth lace, waving the set at both Caleb and Sylus. Caleb only hums. A warm, indulgent smile spreads across his face when you take the piece he picked. Sylus, as usual, sitting down as if he owns the place, with legs crossed, watching you with an arched brow, smiling. Both of them wait in front of the changing room.

A boutique of this caliber can only be booked out for the day by him. You have to close one eye. There’s no need to nag him abouy his extravagance, especially when he looks so secretly pleased, like a kid who gets to buy his favorite toy, humming a low, flat tune under his breath. Suppressing a giggle, you pull the heavy curtain shut.

The seams and wires hug your breasts perfectly, meaning the size is right. However, the transparent fabric barely covers anything, accentuating the deep blush of your nipples underneath. Even you feel shameful at how exposed you are. But the design is so beautiful that you find yourself in a debate over whether to buy it or not.

“Pips, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you coming out?” Caleb’s voice laced with genuine concern. You instantly stop your internal debating.

“Uh, I-I’m not taking this!” You stammer, your face burning.

“But sweetie, Caleb chose them for you.” Sylus’s voice cuts in. He gives Caleb a side eye. “Even I have to admit... this pup rarely picks anything that doesn't suit you.”

The memory flashes vividly in your mind. Caleb had brought you a dress once, only for it to end up ripped apart by Sylus. A birthday gift for him, torn to shreds in less than 5 minutes after you put it on. Caleb only smirked back then, leaning against the wall as he told Sylus, “You’re welcome.”

Your mind snaps back to reality when you hear Caleb’s boots stomping closer.

“How about you show me—” Caleb starts, casually sliding the curtain open. He freezes for a split second.

“No… don’t look…” Your words come out as a breathless plea. You know both of them have seen every inch of your skin before, but the sensual nature of this attire makes you feel exposed. You try to cover your flushed face and your chest, but it’s too late. Caleb has already seen them, your hardened tips straining against the thin lace.

Without a word, he quickly slips inside and seals the curtain shut behind him.

“What a dog,” Sylus scoffs from the lounge chair. He rolls his eyes, thinking how childish Caleb is being. He must be teasing you over a lingerie set. He fully expects Caleb to touch you all over, maybe even tongue your wet folds, but as the seconds tick by, it grows too quiet behind the drape.

And so, driven by curiosity, Sylus flexes his fingers. His Evol lifts the very bottom of the curtain, just enough to see Caleb’s heavy boots and your bare feet.

Looking at the position, Sylus instantly recognizes the stance. Caleb has you pinned from behind, trapping you against the mirror. Probably stealing a few muffled kisses. Sylus releases his Evol and smiles, faintly amused. Caleb is nothing if not petty. This has to be a payback for the last time he had a duty call in Skyhaven.

Until the quiet shifts. A wet sound echoes, followed by a stifled moan.

Sylus’s smile vanishes. He raises the curtain’s hem again.

Your feet are no longer touching the ground. Your toes are dangling, flailing helplessly in the air, jerking to a frantic pace.

Sylus grits his teeth, his jaw tightening hard. He knows exactly what’s happening. But he can’t just rip the curtain away—not yet. He has to preserve your dignity from the boutique staff. Behind the fabric, your choked-back whimpers are turning into breathless cries.

“Leave,” Sylus commands, waving a dismissive hand. The store manager and attendants swiftly retreat to the back room, acting as if they’ve heard absolutely nothing. They have to—their lives are hanging on threads.

“Baby…” Caleb’s low, strained growl making Sylus’s jaw throb. Oh, he’s definitely going to have a word with him later.

Your muffled, helpless noises doesn’t help him. Sylus feels a demanding ache rising beneath his trousers, but he’s a man of control. He has no intention of touching himself like a desperate beast while watching such a vulgar display.

“I trust no one’s out there, bossman?”

That bastard must be slamming his hips with everything he has, because you can no longer hold back as a loud, broken cry escapes your lips.

That is the final straw. Sylus snaps.

His Evol flares, completely ripping the curtain from its tracks and shredding the fabric to pieces. At the same time, your back arches and Caleb groans into your neck, both of you crashing together in a climax.

Caleb finally releases his grip on your hips. Your legs tremble, your core filled until thick white cream drips down your thighs and ruining the heap of discarded lingerie you had tried on earlier.

Caleb fixes your dress effortlessly, pulls his own pants back up, and steps out of the ruined changing stall, humming the same flat tune in sarcasm. He doesn't even look bothered.

“We’ll take everything,” Caleb says smoothly, sliding his black card across the counter to the returning pale-faced manager.

Your knees buckle, but before you can hit the floor, Sylus catches you. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling your limp body against his chest. You weakly raise your head to look at him. Sylus only smiles down at you. A dangerous expression. A sharp muscle ticks in his jaw. You swallow hard.

“Having fun, sweetie?” he murmurs, his thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip. “Don't worry. I’m going to enjoy everything that will happen tonight.”

I swear it wasn’t supposed to be this long, but I got inspired by someone’s style of writing. My head hurts again. I’m satisfied tho. 😌

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🍎🐦‍⬛ Archive #005 - dress, makeup, teasing, smut

“Sylus, can you stop that? I have to do it all over again.”

It’s the nth time your mascara gets smudged. It doesn't help that your back arches every single time his tongue licks your bare back, or when his large, heavy hands squeeze your padded, braless breasts. You’re wearing a backless dress, making you vulnerable to his touch.

“We’re going to be late.”

He stops licking, drawing a deep breath as he inhales his favorite perfume on you mixed with his scent, satisfied. His silver hair grazes your back, tickling your sensitive spine. You force yourself to swallow a moan.

Sylus enjoys every second of your futile restraint.

“Nothing’s wrong with being late, sweetie. The auction can wait.” His nose brushes the nape of your neck, his large shadow completely swallowing yours in the mirror. Both of his hands lock your waist in place. “It’s been a while since it’s just the two of us.”

You know it’s almost impossible for your men to get along completely. Lately, you haven't spent quality time with just Sylus, nor have you had a quiet day alone with Caleb either.

“We’re not going, then.” You let out a heavy sigh. “What’s the point of me getting ready?”

Sylus peppers light, teasing kisses on your neck. You finally give up on redoing your makeup. You jolt from a sudden lick behind your ear, accidentally slamming your concealer onto the vanity desk.

“It makes me happy to see you doll up for me, sweetie.” He kiss your cheek. His hips unconsciously press forward, rubbing his strained length right against your plush backside. “You’re always beautiful, but when you put in this much effort?” He draws a long breath, then exhales as he whispers “You’re breathtaking.”

He dips his face into your shoulder, biting the exposed skin to leave a mark. “I could worship you all day and night, and it still wouldn't be enough.”

His warm palm slowly caresses your neck, gliding down your bare back. He makes sure his fingertips trail over your most sensitive spots, dragging each digit from your waist down to your thigh.

Suddenly, his hands freeze at your crotch. His breath hitch, completely stunned.

He lets out a low growl. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

You turn around in his embrace, flashing him a knowing, wicked smile. His eyes widen a fraction before a smug, predatory grin spreads across his face.

You hear the constant vibration coming from your phone on the counter. It must be Caleb. But right now, there’s this big, demanding predator behind you.

“Are we not telling him, then?” you tease, your voice dripping with mischief. You know someone’s listening.

“You are a gift meant for me tonight, kitten. I’m not sharing.” Sylus uses his Evol to take the phone and turns off both yours and his. “And I plan to unwrap you very slowly, leaving you completely bare and undone.”

Oh, he definitely knows Caleb is watching.

Imagine the furious colonel watching the entire scene unfold from Skyhaven. What do you think he’ll do while watching the feed on screen? 😏

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🍎🐦‍⬛ Archive #004 - smut, toy, r0ughplay

"What's this?" Sylus leans against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, amused by the scene unfolding before him.

"Sy... look what he's doing to me..."

You whine, playing along with the helpless act even as your heart races with anticipation. You try to lift your wrists, but the heavy black leather cuffs hold you fast, the chains rattling against the wall anchor Caleb installed.

🍎🐦‍⬛ Archive #003 - smut

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“Shh, shh… Don’t make a sound, pips. You'll wake him.”

Caleb’s morning voice is raspy, a low whisper against your ear. Your eyes catching sight of Sylus still sleeping soundly in the bed, just a few feet away. “Can you feel how much harder mine gets for you in the morning?”

You can only let out a breathless moan. Your legs dangle around his waist as he slams your weight down onto him, fucking you wide awake while he stands. Your fingers have been clawing at his shoulders but he doesn't even break his rhythm, carrying you to the sofa while buried deep inside you, finally laying you down and gently sliding a pillow beneath your hips.

Yeah, keep telling yourself he’s being sweet. Every time he cushions your back means your legs are going to tremble like a newborn fawn for the rest of the day.

“Ngh… damn, baby, you’re so tight…” Caleb’s jaw ticks, muscles flexing under his skin. His eyes look completely predatory.

He acts as if yesterday wasn’t enough. Only a few hours have passed since the three of you finished, and you honestly can’t handle both of them again this morning. You desperately need rest, even while your body craves every bit of the friction.

Caleb pounds harder. You feel a heavy tug every time his tip blunts against your sweet spot—the kind of intense depth and pace that if continues will definitely leave your womb aching for days. But right now? You don’t give a fuck.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you call my name.”

You exhale his name, a breathless prayer rather than a scream. Somehow, the soundless shape of his name on your lips drives him completely mad.

Caleb delivers one final slam, pinning you to the cushions as he cums deep inside you.

He leans down, kissing you with a tender softness that completely contradicts the brutal pacing from seconds ago. He lifts your trembling body back into his arms, his length finally slipping out of you as he carries you back to the bed, thick white liquid dripping down the floor.

He sets you down gently onto the mattress. But the moment your head hits the pillow, a faint, warm breath brushes your cheek.

You turn your head.

A pair of crimson eye stare back at you. A dark smile blooming on his lips.

You’re screwed.

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