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synopsis. rafayel’s love for humiliating you won over his possessiveness.
pairing. delinquent! rafayel qi x reader x delinquent! caleb xia
content/mdni. DUBCON. COERCION. fem!reader, implied uni!au, goodie-two-shoes!reader, delinquent!rafayel, dom!rafayel, bully!rafayel, mean!rafayel, manipulative!rafayel, possessive!rafayel, needy!reader, ashamed!reader, needy!caleb, switch!caleb, MANIPULATION, spanking, groping, actually a RIM JOB (f receiving), eating ass (f receiving), BUTT PLUG PLAY, CHOKING, teasing, slight praise, slight degradation, pet names (princess, good girl, sweetheart, dog), CUM PLAY, CUM EATING, CUMMING UNTOUCHED, mention of ASS CREAMPIES, mention of marathon sex, mention of anal sex, mention of semi-public/public sex, WILD.
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a/n. the only way rafayel would share… please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
you didn’t think it would come to this when rafayel joined you two weeks ago on your lonely lunch break, smiling from ear to ear like a cheshire cat. placing his hand beneath your skirt without an ounce of shame and whispering sweet nothings about a favour you ended up agreeing to.
face burning with embarrassment, panties stained with arousal.
so here you were now, in the well-known abandoned humanities building, walking towards the main room of the delinquent group, guided by rafayel’s firm hand on your lower back.
was it there for support?
or as a way to ensure you wouldn’t escape?
you rapidly came to the conclusion that it was both as your legs, slowly but surely, turned to jelly when the door opened widely before you…
…and caleb’s slouched figure greeted your hazy eyes.
he was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, half a cigarette dangling between his lips, but he perked up immediately when he heard the door. he has been oh so gracefully announced of your visit by none other than rafayel — his dear delinquent buddy.
caleb knew you were off-limits, rafayel made that clear the last time he tried to pull something with you. caleb also knew that rafayel doesn’t share his toys — and with you, he seemed awfully… enamored.
but caleb wasn’t dumb to refuse a chance to see you, to drink you in with his hungry gaze, to make you squirm with his disgusting words.
“ah, finally! i though you were planning to ditch me, raf.” he chimed the moment the door closed behind you two, instantly closing up his phone and throwing it away on an adjacent table.
“you didn’t give me reasons to, so don’t start now.” the answer was curt, vitriolic, yet caleb didn’t seem to take it at face value — he just chuckled, taking a deep puff from his cigarette, as if he wasn’t just threatened.
then he moved his attention on you.
you were still the same as the last time he saw you: wearing the standard uniform, long skirt brushing the tops of your polished shoes. the white shirt was ironed to a crisp, the buttons closed up to the base of your neck.
so proper, so modest… so fucking delicious to ruin.
“hi, sweetheart! i’ve heard you wanna talk to me. is that right, hm?”
his tone, sweet and soft, hovered across the room towards you, together with the fumes of his cigarette. the tobacco smell pinched your nose, making you grimace slightly, but his voice made your demeanor waver harder — your polite smile quivered, your throat tightened.
your hole gaped and more wetness drooled down into your panties.
“answer him, princess!” rafayel muttered from behind, hand pushing slightly against your lower back, forcing you to shorten the distance between you and caleb. “don’t be rude to him.”
“y–yes, i do.” you mustered up, flustered. you tried your best to maintain eye contact with his purple orbs, but the amethyst was too powerful, thus pushing your gaze down towards the floorboards.
“and phhh– why is that?” caleb took one last inhale from his cigarette, mid sentence, before dropping the butt on the floor and stomping it with his shoe.
“well, i–” you began, but were soon interrupted by rafayel’s hand snaking up your back and… clasping its digits around your throat.
“c’mon, princess, look him in the eyes when you talk to him.” he clicked his tongue as his fingers contracted around the base of your neck, fingertips digging nicely into your skin. “i thought i trained you better than this.”
and you, always the obedient girl, heed his words and raised your gaze from the floor — meeting a wide grin and two lust-filled violet eyes. oh, caleb was enjoying this as much as rafayel did, feeding on the submissiveness you were showcasing.
even if it wasn’t for him.
“good fucking girl, that’s more like it. now, tell caleb what you told me.”
what you told me or rather what rafayel told you to say. the little favour that dangled from his poisonous lips two weeks ago, the little thank-you plan he concocted in order to degrade you further.
to mold you into his perfect little toy.
“i–i wanted to…” you began, and you could feel rafayel’s hand tighten its grip on your throat, almost threateningly. if you didn’t hold your part of the deal, he would most likely snap. “t–thank you for helping me.”
“hm, helping you?” caleb, most likely on purpose, played dumb, tilting his head to the side and urging you to clarify your words.
“y–yes, helping me um–”
this time your cracking voice was caused by caleb himself, who decided to raise from his seat and close in on you. now, almost two steps away from your body, he was towering over you. his kind smile was never wiped from his lips, but you could sense the undenying darkness behind it.
the hidden urge to dominate you.
“m–make up with rafayel.”
“oh, that.” he leaned down, and, without a second thought, cupped your chin with his hand. you’ve expected rafayel to complain, to slap his hand away from his girl and put him back in his place.
but he didn’t.
you couldn’t see it, but rafayel’s smirk deepened, as if a silent understanding between the two activated with caleb’s initiatory touch.
“mhm, you’re welcome, sweetheart!” he aimlessly muttered back as his thumb grazed your lower lip, pulling it down so your mouth opened for him. “do i get something in return? is that why you’re here?”
ding ding ding. right on the money.
“oh, my, how did you know?” rafayel’s voice, high-pitched and powdered in faux surprise, boomed, marking the fact that the two men did, in fact, discuss this beforehand.
or at least part of it.
“just a smart guess.” tooting his own horn, of course. “tell me, sweetheart, what do i get for being sooooo nice to you?”
“oh, she’s gonna show you.” rafayel clarified, moving his hand away from your neck — at last — and returning it to your lower back. “go on, princess, thank caleb.”
now your cheeks burned a violent, humiliated shade. your legs trembled beneath the modest length of your long skirt as more cum splattered onto your undergarments.
as you were finally faced with the situation you’ve agreed to weeks ago.
rafayel positioned you just like last time, bent slightly at the waist against the edge of a table, your palms flat on the wood. but this time, behind you stood caleb, rafayel gracefully taking the position at your sides.
to walk you through it all.
“c’moooon.” rafayel sang, his voice honeyed yet tinged with lust. one hand possessively cupped your nape, while the other guided your fingers to the material of your skirt. “show him. show caleb what a good girl you are.”
you hesitated, fingers clutching your skirt, and a whine caught in your throat from discomfort. rafayel’s grip tightened — a habit recently developed when playing with you, signaling the unspoken promise of harsh consequences in case of disobedience.
“don’t be shy. he fixed us, remember? you owe him a thank you.”
so you acted.
with shaking hands, you gathered the soft fabric of your skirt and drew it slowly up your shins, past your knees, past the soft, marked skin of your thighs. you kept going until the material bunched at your lower back, exposing the swell of your ass to the smoke-filled air of the room.
“ugh–”
caleb made a harsh sound at the view, a mix between a choke and a groan.
a thong, just like he suggested last time, which was immediately dragged to your ankles by rafayel.
and between your ass cheeks, nestled snug and gleaming, was the end of a violet gem.
fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–
the butt plug’s base caught the overhead light, winking at caleb like a depraved jewel.
that was the favour: rafayel had planned this for weeks — the sizing, the stretching, the way he’d made you wear it for hours before you even knocked on caleb’s door.
the famous ass lover.
“shitttttt.” caleb breathed the curse word, almost falling to his knees at the view.
his eyes were wide, dark, utterly fixated on the sight before him. the tent in his pants grew unmistakable, straining against the fabric like never before.
his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see the primal hunger.
just like rafayel expected.
he grinned, a slow, proud curl of his mouth, as he studied caleb’s expression from the side. “look at that, princess! told you he’d appreciate it.” and with a small tap on your ass, he nudged your hip wider.
“now spread. let him really see that stretched asshole.”
you wanted to die. you wanted to sink through the floor.
you wanted caleb to close in and touch you until you passed out.
ah, it was all so confusing.
but not for your body. your body obeyed rafayel like it always did, like it had been trained to do. you fastly reached back with your two hands, gripped your own cheeks, and pulled them apart.
“a–ah…”
the plug shifted inside you from the pull, and you couldn’t help the thin, broken moan that escaped.
and neither could caleb.
“oh, sweetheart.”
the violet gem sat flush against your rim, gleaming obscenely. inviting caleb to come closer and take it as prize.
but would rafayel allow it? would he–
“touch it.” he encouraged suddenly, voice syrupy, as if caleb’s prayers have been heard. “go on. she likes it when you play with the base. don’t you, princess?”
“mhmm…”
“you want caleb to play with your cute butt plug, hmm?”
you nodded frantically, whines webbing your mouth, because yes — gods help you — you did want it.
caleb’s fingers, calloused and warm, much thicker than rafayel’s, brushed against the cool stone. and, without further invitations, he pressed ever so slightly.
and you cried out, your back arching against the table.
the plug pushed deeper, and then pulled back, and again and again and again. caleb was moving it restlessly as he finally grasped the flimsy base between his fingers. admiring the way the metal was swallowed by your hole — the rim following the movement, expanding and contracting across the descending width of the plug.
“you’re so fucking hot, goddamn.” caleb whispered, fascinated, rock hard from pushing and pulling at your plug.
and when he decided to twist the gem, moving the metal inside you like a screw, you saw stars.
whine after whine spilled from your lips, higher and more desperate than the previous one.
rafayel watched it all proudly, teasingly brushing his hand against his own growing cock. he was hard too, so so turned on by his pathetic girl, but his pleasure wasn’t important right now.
it was this — the sight of you, the perfect girl, reduced to a whimpering mess for his amusement. and caleb, stupid caleb, was just a tool for rafayel to live out his fantasies.
“pull it out, caleb.” rafayel said, stroking your hair with false tenderness. “you didn’t think this was all, did you?” he turned your head by the chin, forcing your aroused face towards caleb. needing you to see him lose composure fully at the reveal.
“a gift always comes nicely packaged.”
what could he possibly mean– oh.
“no fucking way.” was all caleb said as he completely removed the plug, letting it fall to the ground as a white, sticky substance bubbled from your hole. “is that–?”
“you’re actually dumb if you believe i’d let you take her asshole first.” rafayel partially answered the question, confirming indirectly that you were, indeed, plugged up with his cum inside your ass.
and to clarify it even further, to solidify his point that caleb has you only under rafayel’s terms… he smacked your cheek, causing more of his semen to ooze down to your soaked, neglected cunt.
“clean up my girl for me, will you?”
you watched and waited, half expecting caleb to burst from rafayel’s behaviour and start a fight, half hoping he’d eat you out and make you see stars.
caleb did not disappoint.
with a desire you’ve only read in books, caleb gripped your ass cheeks with his hands, spread you wide, and nestled his face between them. sparing no extra minutes in devouring your cum-filled hole with his wet tongue.
“oh my godddd.” you exhaled as he licked and sucked, dipping his tongue inside and scooping more of rafayel’s cum for his hungry mouth. “ah, ah– c–caleb.”
“is he doing good, princess? is he eating that pretty asshole like a needy dog?”
“nghhh– y–yes, yeshh.”
and he truly was, lapping at your hole like his life depends on it. like he hasn’t eaten in ages.
“there’s so much cum inside her…” rafayel decided to give a backstory, yet it was barely audible through the wet noises of caleb’s mouth and the moans from your lips. “ah, i think we did it between classes like– four times, was it, princess?”
but you couldn’t answer, not when caleb’s fingers were digging holes into your skin from his powerful clutch, not when your hole was gaping around his wet muscle.
getting drenched with caleb’s saliva and rafayel’s emerging cum.
“aw, is that–? caaaaleb, are you gonna cum in your pants from eating my sloppy seconds?”
no verbal answer from caleb, but rafayel could see the way his hips were restless, humping the air with every slurp of your asshole.
“let’s help him, yeah? thank caleb as he cums, princess!”
your lips parted immediately at the order. your voice came out wrecked, barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for caleb to hear. “th–nk yo–, cal–b.”
his hips jerked involuntarily one last time, and through his pants you could see the unmistakable dark spot spreading at the tip.
fuck, he really came untouched in a few minutes — from your humiliation, from the way you trembled so beautifully for him.
from the way your used asshole tasted on his tongue.
“shit, sweetheart.” caleb rasped as he finally released your ass with an wet pop, hands flying away and allowing your cheeks to smush back together. his lower face was soaked in cum and saliva, yet he managed to speak out.
wishing to praise. “you’re–”
“mine.” rafayel finished for him, a sharp reminder that what happened today was thanks to his generosity.
he absentmindedly caressed your face with his soft fingers, dipping into your hair and tracing around your scalp. you, drunk on lust, immediately nuzzled into him. confirming silently the identity of your owner.
and with that, rafayel looked at caleb over the shoulder, dark amusement in every line of his face.
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A very hands-on solution to Rafayel’s heat
Caleb x reader x Rafayel
CW: MDNI, heat, explicit sexual content, mfm, oral(m), masturbation, restraint, power imbalance, consensual non-consent themes, denial, possessive dynamics, not proofread
“What was that?”
Caleb shot up out of bed, his hand closed around the Fleet-issued sidearm that was previously housed under his pillow. His eyes, sharp and alert even in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, scanned the room. You stirred beside him, your heart pounding as the fog of sleep cleared. The noise– a muffled thud, followed by a low, ragged breath– had come from the living room.
“Caleb?” you whispered, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your chest. He held up a hand, signaling silence, his body tense like a coiled spring. He was shirtless, the faint scars from old missions etched across his back, and in that moment, he looked every bit the protector he’d always been.
“Stay here,” he murmured, but you were already slipping out of bed, grabbing a robe. You knew in your heart that sound wasn’t just any intruder. It was familiar, laced with something desperate and otherworldly.
Together, you crept toward the door, Caleb leading with the sidearm raised. He nudged it open, and there, in the shadowed corner of the living room, was Rafayel. He was half-dressed, his shirt hanging open, revealing the flushed, glistening skin of his chest. His Lemurian markings pulsed faintly with an inner glow, and his eyes– usually so playful and mocking– were glazed over, unfocused. He leaned against the wall, one hand braced for support, the other fumbling at his belt as if he couldn’t decide whether to strip or steady himself. A low whine escaped his lips, and he slid down a fraction, his breath coming in harsh pants.
Rafayel’s heat.
You’d heard whispers about it from him before– teasing jabs during one of his moods, when he’d cornered you with that sly grin and pushed boundaries just to see Caleb’s jaw tick. “What if I couldn’t control it, hmm? What if I needed you so badly I’d beg?” He’d laughed it off then, but now... now it was real. Delirious, desperate, and breaking into your home in the dead of night.
Caleb’s grip on the gun relaxed, but he didn’t holster it yet. A quiet, dangerous calm settled over him, the kind that made even seasoned fighters back down. He didn’t ask why Rafayel was here– he already knew. The air was thick with it, a scent like saltwater and burning embers, Rafayel’s need radiating off him in waves.
“Raf,” Caleb said evenly, stepping forward. Rafayel’s head snapped up, his glowing blue eyes locking onto you with a hunger that made your skin prickle. He pushed off the wall, staggering toward you, but Caleb was faster. In one fluid motion, he set the sidearm on the side table and intercepted, his hands clamping down on Rafayel’s shoulders. “Easy. You’re not thinking straight.”
Rafayel snarled, a mix of frustration and raw desire, his hands reaching out toward you. “Need... her. Please. It burns.” His voice was broken, pleading, nothing like the cocky artist who’d mouthed off earlier that day. You remembered it vividly– Rafayel lounging in your shared space, teasing Caleb about being too uptight, his eyes flicking to you with that heated promise. “Bet I could make her forget all about your rules, flyboy.” He’d pushed, and pushed, until Caleb had warned him with a low, “Don’t test me.”
Now, here he was, unraveling.
Caleb didn’t flinch. He maneuvered Rafayel back against the wall with effortless strength, pinning his arms above his head with one hand while the other gripped his jaw, forcing eye contact. “You touch her like this, and it’ll spiral. You know that. Your heat’ll drag her under too.” Rafayel bucked against the hold, but Caleb was iron, his voice a steady anchor. “If you want this, then we’re doing this my way. Controlled.”
You stepped closer, your heart racing with a mix of concern and something hotter, darker, feeling the pulsing pull of intoxicating pheromones. Rafayel’s gaze fixed on you, his chest heaving. He was embarrassed– you could see it in the flush creeping up his neck, the way he averted his eyes for a split second before desperation pulled them back. Furious at being caught like this, vulnerable and exposed. Aching, because you were right there, so close, but untouchable under Caleb’s iron grip.
“Caleb,” you said softly, reaching out to touch Rafayel’s cheek. His skin was fever-hot, and he leaned into it with a whimper, his body trembling.
“He needs help,” Caleb agreed, his eyes meeting yours. There was no jealousy there, just that calm resolve. “But we keep it reined in. You want to help him, right?”
You nodded, your pulse quickening as you knelt down, the robe slipping slightly off your shoulder. Rafayel’s breath hitched, his hips jerking involuntarily. Caleb adjusted his hold, shifting to pin Rafayel’s wrists with one forearm while his free hand pressed against Rafayel’s chest, keeping him flat against the wall. “Stay still,” Caleb commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You don’t touch. Not unless she says.”
Rafayel growled, but it dissolved into a grunt as you tugged at his half-undone pants, freeing him. He was already hard, throbbing, the tip glistening with need. His eyes squeezed shut in humiliation, but when you gave his tip a tentative touch, he shattered.
You sank to your knees before him, eyes locked on Rafayel's flushed cock. The air was suddenly thick with his musky, oceanic, intoxicating scent and you leaned in slowly, letting your hot breath ghost over the sensitive head. “Mm–” He twitched in anticipation, a bead of clear fluid welling up at the tip, and you couldn't resist flicking your tongue out to lap it up, savoring the salty tang that made your mouth water.
With the sloppiest, most indulgent rhythm imaginable, you took your time, starting with lazy swirls of your tongue around the crown, tracing every ridge and vein as if mapping him for memory. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in, inch by torturous inch, letting your saliva build and drip messily down his length, pooling at the base and trickling over his balls. Strings of spit connected your lips to his shaft each time you pulled back for air, only to dive back in deeper, gagging yourself just enough to make your eyes water. Your moans around his cock and slurping sounds filling the room like a filthy symphony.
Rafayel's hips jerked desperately, trying to thrust up into the wet heat of your mouth, but Caleb was unyielding, his powerful arms pinning Rafayel against the wall, muscles flexing and bulging with the effort to keep the writhing Lemurian in check. "Fuck... please, oh gods, more," Rafayel whimpered, his voice cracking on the edge of a sob, high and needy like you'd never heard from him before. His pleas devolved into grunts, deep and guttural, animalistic rumbles from his chest as you bobbed your head faster, taking him to the back of your throat and humming around him, the vibrations making his toes curl.
He was an absolute mess– his body arching as much as Caleb's iron grip allowed, sweat-slicked skin shining, his free leg kicking out uselessly against the floor in frustrated spasms. You'd slow down deliberately, popping him out of your mouth to lick long, sloppy stripes from base to tip, teasing the slit with the flat of your tongue until he was whimpering like a broken thing, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Then you'd plunge back down, deepthroating him with a wet choke, grunting yourself as you felt him throb against your tongue. His grunts turning to desperate, keening whines when you edged him right to the brink and pulled away again.
You played to your heart's content, drawing it out endlessly, reveling in the power as you watched his face contort with a delicious mix of agony and ecstasy– brows furrowed, lips parted in constant gasps, cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the humiliation of being so utterly exposed and denied. His Lemurian markings glowed brighter with each denied release, pulsing through his skin like a tidal wave of heat that radiated outward, making your own body ache with sympathetic arousal. You cupped his balls, rolling them gently in your palm, feeling them tighten as you sucked harder, your other hand stroking what your mouth couldn't reach, slick with spit and his leaking fluids.
After what felt like an eternity of torment, he finally fell off the edge you pushed and pulled him from– his entire frame seizing up with a strangled cry that echoed off the walls, his cock pulsing wildly as he spilled hot and thick down your throat in heavy, endless ropes. The taste was bitter-sweet and potent, flooding you as you swallowed greedily around him, milking every last drop with rhythmic squeezes of your throat. Some of it dribbles from the corners of your mouth in messy trails down your chin. You pulled back slowly, with a satisfied hum, a string of cum and spit still connecting you to him momentarily before you licked your swollen lips clean.
But Rafayel wasn’t done.
His eyes, still hazy, still glowing, locked onto yours. “More... gods, more. Please, I need– inside you. Touch me. Anything.” He pleaded, his voice raw, body still trembling. He strained against Caleb’s hold, desperate fingers flexing in the air.
Caleb’s eyes flicked to you, waiting. He wouldn’t relent on his own– not with the risk of the heat overwhelming everything. But you... you were the one in control here.“
Please, Caleb,” you murmured, standing and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Let him have a little more. I want to.”
Caleb’s grip loosened just enough, allowing Rafayel’s hands to drop, though he kept a firm hold on his shoulders. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But remember– controlled. We’re helping him, not letting him take over.”
Rafayel surged forward, his hands finally on you, pulling you close with a desperate moan. But Caleb was there, guiding, ensuring the fire didn’t consume you all.
Rafayel's fingers dug into your hips with a fervor that bordered on pain, his touch electric, sending sparks through your skin where his heat met your cool flesh. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, a shuddering groan vibrating against you. "Finally... you smell like home. Like mine." His voice was hoarse, laced with that delirious edge, his body pressing flush against yours as if he could merge into you.
Caleb's hand was quickly there, firm on Rafayel's shoulder, pulling him back just enough to remind him of the boundaries. "Slow," Caleb commanded, his voice holding that authoritative ‘try me, I dare you’ tone. He shifted behind Rafayel, using his broader frame to box him in, one arm looping around Rafayel's waist to steady– and restrain– him. "She's giving you this. Don't ruin it by rushing."
You felt Rafayel's frustration in the way his muscles tensed, his breath hitching as he fought the instinct to claim more. His eyes, still illuminated yet clouded with need, flicked to Caleb with a glare that held equal parts resentment and gratitude.
"Bastard... always the control freak." But there was no real bite; the heat had stripped him bare, leaving him pliant under Caleb's guidance. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks anew– he, the proud Lemurian, reduced to begging, held back like a leashed animal while you decided his fate.
You smiled softly, tracing a finger down Rafayel's chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heart. "It's okay, Raf. Let us take care of you." Leaning in, you captured his lips in a kiss that started gentle but deepened as his desperation bled through. His tongue sought yours, tasting of salt and fire, and he whimpered into your mouth when you pulled away too soon.
Caleb's free hand slid up your back, supportive, grounding you both. "On the couch," he directed, steering the three of you toward the living room furniture without breaking the contact. Rafayel stumbled along, his pants now fully discarded, his arousal evident and insistent against your thigh. Caleb settled first, pulling Rafayel down to sit between his legs, effectively trapping him in a hold that was half-embrace, half-restraint. Rafayel's back pressed to Caleb's chest, his arms pinned loosely at his sides by Caleb's encircling grip.
"Like this," Caleb murmured, his breath warm against Rafayel's ear, making the artist shiver. "You get to feel her, but I decide how much." His eyes met yours again, a silent question: You good? You nodded, shedding your robe completely, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin.
Rafayel's gaze devoured you, his hands twitching to reach out, but Caleb held them firm. "Please... touch me. Mm–Let me touch her." His plea was raw, his hips shifting restlessly, his cock bouncing as if directing you to land.
"Not yet," Caleb replied, but his voice softened as he looked at you. "What do you say? Tease him a little more?"
You knelt between Rafayel's spread legs, your hands gliding up his thighs, nails scraping lightly. He grunted, head falling back against Caleb's shoulder, exposing the column of his throat where his pulse raced. You took him in hand first, stroking slowly, watching his face contort– eyebrows furrowed in agonized pleasure, his lips parted on a silent cry. Then, leaning forward, you resumed where you'd left off earlier, your mouth enveloping him once more, sloppy and unhurried. His whimpers lapping at your core as you swirled your tongue around his cockhead.
"Fuck– yes, like that," Rafayel gasped, his body bucking. Caleb's hold tightened, preventing him from thrusting up, forcing him to endure the pace you set. Tears pricked at the corners of Rafayel's eyes from the overload, his markings flaring brighter. "Caleb... let go. I need– "
"No," Caleb said firmly, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you work. "She's enjoying this. Look at her." And you were– drawing out every reaction, savoring the power, the way Rafayel unraveled under your touch while Caleb kept the chaos at bay.
It didn't take long before Rafayel was pleading again, his voice breaking. "More... inside. Please, I can't– I'll behave. Just let me have her." His hands strained against Caleb's grip, fingers flexing toward you.
Caleb paused, considering, then glanced at you. "Your call."
You pulled back, pouty lips glistening, and met Rafayel's desperate stare. "Okay," you whispered, standing up to let your bottoms pool at your ankles before climbing onto his lap. "But gently."
Caleb released one of Rafayel's hands, guiding it to your waist, while keeping the other pinned. "Controlled," he reminded, his own hand resting on your hip to steady the rhythm as you reached behind you, holding Rafayel's tip against your slick entrance.
The connection was intense, Rafayel's cock throbbing deep inside as you sank down fully, stretching you with that perfect, burning fullness. His Lemurian heat pulsed like liquid fire through your veins, making every nerve ending spark, your walls clenching around him in response. He buried his face in your chest, lips latching onto one nipple with a desperate suck, teeth grazing just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your pussy. "Mmph–thank you... fuck, thank you," he whispered brokenly against your skin, his free hand clutching your waist like a lifeline, fingers digging in possessively.
Caleb watched from his position behind Rafayel, his dark eyes hooded with a mix of vigilance and growing arousal. His grip on Rafayel's other arm remained firm, a silent anchor ensuring the fire burned bright but didn't rage out of control. But as you began to move– rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down to feel every inch of Rafayel sliding against your slick heat– Caleb's breath deepened. The room filled with shared breaths, your soft whimpers mingling with Rafayel's guttural grunts, the wet percussion echoing lewdly as you picked up pace.
Rafayel's head lolled back against Caleb's shoulder, his eyes glazed and pleading. "Harder, cutie... please, ride me harder. I need to feel you come around me." His hips bucked up instinctively, but Caleb pressed him down with a low growl, his free hand splaying across Rafayel's abdomen to hold him still. "Not yet," Caleb murmured, his voice roughened by the scene unfolding. "Let her set the rhythm. You're already leaking inside her– feel that?"
You moaned at the words heating your cheeks even as you complied, bouncing now with more fervor, your breasts jiggling with each descent. Rafayel's cock hit that spot deep inside repeatedly, making your eyes roll back, your arousal dripping down his shaft and soaking his balls. He was a wreck– whimpering when you clenched, grunting like an animal when you slammed down, his free hand sliding up to knead your ass, spreading you wider for deeper access.
Caleb's control was ironclad, but the bulge straining against his pants told another story. His eyes raked over your face as it fell to rest over Rafayel's shoulder, flushed and twisted in ecstasy. Finally, with a subtle shift, Caleb released Rafayel's pinned arm completely, his hand trailing down to his own waistband. "You've got him handled now," he said lowly, popping the button on his pants and freeing his thick length. It sprang out, already hard and veined from the erotic display of you undulating on someone else's cock.
He spat in his palm, wrapping his fist around himself, pumping slowly at first, long, deliberate strokes that matched your rhythm on Rafayel. "That's it," Caleb encouraged, his voice a husky rumble. "Fuck him good. Make him beg for your cum."
Rafayel whined at the words, his now-free hands roaming greedily over your body, one pinching your nipple while the other dipped between your legs to rub frantic slicked circles on your clit. The added stimulation had you gasping, your movements turning erratic as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. "Mmph– yes– ah–"
Caleb's pace quickened, his hand slicking up and down his shaft with audible, wet sounds, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Rafayel's neck, watching intently as you rode the Lemurian toward oblivion. "Look at her– taking you so well. She's dripping all over you." His words spurred you on, the voyeuristic thrill of Caleb pleasuring himself to the sight pushing you closer to the edge.
Rafayel broke first, his hips jerking up, free from Caleb's hold, burying himself deep as he came with a strangled cry. Hot spurts filled you, his heat intensifying the sensation until it bordered on overwhelming. You followed seconds later, pulsing around him in waves, your release gushing out in a messy flood that coated his cock. Caleb groaned at the view, his fist flying faster now, twisting at the base. "Fuck... yes," he muttered, and with a few more pumps, he spilled over his hand, ropes of cum arcing onto Rafayel's back, marking the moment in sticky heat.
The three of you collapsed in a tangle, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat and release. Rafayel's heat ebbed slightly, his arms wrapping around you possessively as Caleb's hand found both your backs, rubbing soothing circles. "Good," Caleb murmured, his calm returning like a tide. "You're not out of the woods yet– but we'll take it slow.”
Thanks for reading <3
Thank you Dee, for laying the egg(prompt) that birthed this. @deenumbahone @lostprincessofatlantica
LaDs pairings and my personal headcanons on their dynamics
Warning, this post contains: threesomes, polyamorous relationships, male x male x female dynamics, mentions of dom/sub play and dynamics.
A/N: just a silly little post about the various love and deepspace pairings and what I headcanon their throuple / threesome dynamic to be like :3 also this looks way better on mobile than desktop so forgive me for my aesthetic needs lmfaoooo
Xavier x Rafayel x Reader (StarFish)
Cutest name among the pairings first of all
Possibly controversial but I think Rafayel mainly tops in this dynamic… here me out
Xavier is a freak in the sheets but compared to Rafayel? He’s very mellow. He’s so focused on you and your needs that he can drown out some of Rafayel’s antics when getting down to it.
It’s not until Xavier snaps that Rafayel is the center of attention. You and Xavier team up to put the brat of your trio in his rightful place.
Not saying Rafayel loves it… but he loves it.
Xavier x Zayne x Reader (StarSnow)
The silent but deadly duo (lmfao)
I think these two are fighting for dominance while also being civil about it? Taking turns if you will.
In this trio, you are definitely the sub with your two doms. Very little room for switching imo
It’s very rare that you get a chance to top either of them, the two of them always being two steps ahead and getting you railed until you can’t see straight.
Xavier x Sylus x Reader (StarCrow)
Prepare to never feel your legs again.
You are once again the sub in this pairing, but with some free reigns thanks to Sylus
You and Sylus like to team up on Xavier, making the prince of Philos see the stars in which he came from by the time the two of you are done with him
Xavier and Sylus have…wrestled… much to your amusement but Sylus typically always comes out on top. Mostly thanks to his evol and size. Not that Xavier is complaining… he secretly enjoys it.
Xavier x Caleb x Reader (StarApple)
They bicker all the time, they’re always fighting for your attention.
They’re both headstrong, needing to be in control and both equally as obsessed with your pleasure.
Someway, somehow, Caleb manages to get Xavier to give up — his evol held he man down — and you had a time riding him until he was a sobbing mess
Caleb would let the roles reverse willingly after seeing how much fun Xavier got to have being under you.
Rafayel x Zayne x Reader (SnowFish)
We’re looking at two bratty subs with their tamer
You and Rafayel are menaces when together, in and out of the bedroom. Poor Zayne (he fucking loves it)
A common position is you riding Rafayel within an inch of his life while Zayne holds you by your hair and helps himself to your… back door.
Roles have also been reversed, with Rafayel getting fucked senseless while trying not to slobber all over your pussy — and failing miserably in the process.
Rafayel x Sylus x Reader (CrowFish)
Sylus gets off watching you and Rafayel play.
He often partakes in the activities, don’t get me wrong, but he has a thing for watching you and Rafayel get each other off. The struggle of two switches trying not to fall into submissive tendencies… and failing. Cute.
Though, it’s not always the case, when Sylus is involved, Rafayel gets feral. You’re not leaving that bed with working legs… or any feeling in your lower half for that matter. It’s your turn to get fucked within an inch of your life and be pampered on for the coming days.
More than one bed has been replaced…
Rafayel x Caleb x Reader (AppleFish)
Kings of yearning…and stalking… and trying to act like they didn’t plot everything ever.
They initially hate each other, then they realize how likeminded they are and it’s game over for you.
They are torturing you low-key, expect to be tied up, edged until you're sobbing, and then overstimulated until you're begging them to stop. And, spoiler, they won't stop.
Evil ass dynamic for real, they feed off of each other's dramatics
Zayne x Sylus x Reader (SnowCrow)
Oh bitch. Maybe I'm biased (I am) but this combo is elite.
You've got three brat tamers who can all be brats. A group of switches if you will. Couple broken beds with Sylus and Raf? You're looking at multiple broken beds, couches, tables, chairs, fucking destroyed bathrooms, ruined carpets, you get the idea.
You are ruined every time, even if you're on top. You've gotta call out of work the next day, Zayne goes to work limping, Sylus is overly smug about the whole thing
You can plot against each other and still end up fucked stupid
Zayne x Caleb x Reader (SnowApple)
Zayne is putting y'all in your rightful places. Caleb thinks he has a shot at dominating Zayne and is sorely mistaken by the end of it. You really did try to warn him too, now he can't even walk.
Linkon's best surgeon has a time putting Linkon's best hunter and the Farspace Fleet's colonel in their places. Fucking them both to damn tears is is specialty.
We're looking at one dominant with two switches who lean towards bratty subs whether they want to or not
Punishments go crazy with this throuple
Sylus x Caleb x Reader (CrowApple)
You've never known Caleb to be shy until Sylus gets involved. Caleb couldn't stand him, Sylus found it utterly amusing. You? You just enjoyed the show.
Sylus forced Caleb to watch as he fucked you stupid, tears streaming down your face while he's balls deep and kissing you senseless. In the end, Caleb came untouched and realized that being a brat against Sylus would result in real punishment.
Even with his gravity evol, Caleb can't win against Bossman. And either way, you get to have the time of your life with both of your lovers trying - and failing - to work it out.
Either way, you'll be getting wrecked daily... multiple times.
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