#luvyizhou

his voice soothed you, calming you enough to stutter out ramblings of how you thought you didn’t care that she was gone, that this would be easy. he listened as you spoke tenderly about your late caregiver, forgiving her for wrongdoings you couldn’t look past when she was still here. once your voice began to trail off, he finally responded.

“my girl’s all grown up now”, he chuckled, proud of how mature you sounded even as you cried between each word. “i know how conflicting it is. wasn’t even sure if i wanted to come back when i remembered everything, but im not gonna leave you to do this alone”. you nodded your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. the two of you exchanged a few more words before saying h e would be there in a couple of hours, asking you to wait until he arrived before continuing. “let the grief settle, we’ll do this together.”

you sat with the silence for a few minutes, simply taking it all in. deciding fresh air would help you reset, you moved to open a window. cool air rushed in, brushing against your face and easing the tightness in your chest. when you turned back to the room, the mess was exactly where you’d left it. boxes, papers, and memories piled around you. with a quiet sigh, you returned to work, knowing it needed to be done.

most of the afternoon passed in silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper and creak of old floorboards. boxes that hadn’t been touched in years were stacked around you, their contents carrying the scent of dust and time. you had just started working through a box labelled ‘caleb’s stuff’ when a particularly harsh gust of wind scattered old photographs and school papers across the room, revealing a worn notebook buried beneath them. years in storage had torn at its edges, wrinkling the cover and creasing the pages inside. its condition nearly led you to throw it out until your fingers stilled when you recognized the familiar cursive of caleb’s name sprawled across the side. you quickly flipped through the pages, dust blowing into your face as you realized it was his journal.

you knew you shouldn’t read it. the thought alone should’ve been enough to make you close it and put it where you’d found it. instead, you stared down at the worn cover resting in your lap.

before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were already turning to the first page.

property of caleb xia

his contact info was written below it, DAA email hinting at how long ago it was.

the first few pages were exactly what you’d expected—complaints about school, notes about training, little observations about his day. some of them even made you laugh, hearing his voice so clearly despite the years that had passed.

you almost snapped a picture to tease him with when an entry mentioning you caught your eye.

today she stole half my fries and acted like i was the one robbing her. i put up a fight just to see her get annoyed.

a smile tugged at your lips.

she fell asleep on the couch again. gran told me to wake her up, but i think she’s more comfortable here bc of the storm.

your fingers paused against the page.

i don’t think she realizes how pretty she looks when she’s talking about something she likes.

her eyes get all big and she can barely make it through one story before going on a tangent about something else. i wanted to kiss her so bad that i had to kick her out using ‘homework’ as an excuse.

you reread the entry once, twice, three times, looking for hints it was about someone else. the further you read though, the harder it became to convince yourself you were misunderstanding, because the entries didn’t stop—every page only made it clearer.

gideon stayed for dinner and i saw her bite her lip when he talked about how much she’d grown. pissed me off. i say it allll the fucking time but she never blushes with me.

then, an entry from two days later.

came home from the gym and was telling her about my pr when she came out of the shower wearing MY shirt. wasn’t even a clean one too, probably picked up the first one she saw. christ, sometimes i feel like she WANTS me to just bend her over and—

your attention was ripped from the journal as your phone rang. caleb’s name flashed on the screen for a minute before you picked it up with shaking fingers.

“h-hello?” your voice trembled, somehow convinced he could hear the guilt and immediately clock what you’d been doing.

“hey pips. gonna be a bit late, weather started to get bad so my ride got delayed”

your eyes drifted back to the journal as you listened, humming every so often to pretend you were paying attention.

“you have the key right?” you asked, listening for confirmation. “i’m probably gonna clean a bit more then shower, just let yourself in whenever”.

the two of you exchanged pleasantries before he finally let you go, your device vibrating with a follow up message from him saying he “can’t wait to see you”. you meant to respond, but the journal weighed heavy in your lap. you threw your phone to the side and laid back with the journal in your hands, trying to immerse yourself into past caleb’s mindset.

finally spring break. was so tired the first day back but she begged me to take her to the beach. i genuinely almost came on the spot when i saw the purple bikini she chose.

you felt heat bloom between your legs at the first truly explicit comment, heart racing as you skipped to the next passage.

last day off so we had a movie night. i turned on sinister bc of the jumpscares and every single one had her pushing up against me. haven’t even been hiding how hard i am lately so i wonder if she does it on purpose? like does she get wet teasing me like that??? bet it tastes so good from the source, idk what i’m gonna do when i won’t even have her panties w me back at the academy.

sometimes i feel like she wants me to make the first move but i dont wanna lose her if im wrong.

i wish i didnt have to go back.

i wish she could come with me.

i wish we were more than we are right now.

the last few sentences made your heart ache, the yearning and pure adoration he felt evident with every word. you knew you should’ve stopped reading ages ago, but still you found yourself turning the page, barely registering the sound of the front door unlocking.

“pips?”

your head snapped up as his voice carried through the house, footsteps climbing the staircase.

“are you still up here baby?” he called, “thought you would’ve gone to bed?”

panic shot through you as your eyes darted around the attic, searching for anywhere to hide the journal. the worn notebook nearly slipped from your hands as you scrambled to think.

his footsteps got louder while you briefly considered shoving it down your pants. before you could commit to the idea though, caleb appeared at the top of the ladder, still dressed in his colonel uniform.

“hi sweet girl” he murmured, a fond smile forming on his face. he walked towards where you’d gotten comfortable, crouching down to ruffle your hair. “how come you’re still awake?”

your mouth opened, then closed again, hands tightly gripping the journal.

“um, was tryna clean so we had more time to just hang out” you managed, hoping he believed the lame response.

his expression softened instantly, a gloved hand coming to cup your cheek.

“you sap”, he laughed, standing to his full height and reaching out a hand. “let’s get ready for bed, we’ll do this tomorrow, yeah?”

you nodded, slipping your hand into his. the second his attention drifted, you tossed the journal into the darkest corner of the attic, a dull thump echoing across the room.

thankfully, old houses were always making noises, so if caleb noticed, he didn’t say anything. he simply squeezed your hand and guided you towards the ladder.

you followed close behind, doing your best to not think about the notebook hidden upstairs or the words still echoing in your head.

just moments later, the attic hatch closed above you, leaving the journal in darkness.

you couldn’t sleep that night. all you could think of every time you shut your eyes was the unbridled longing between the covers of that godforsaken notebook. every little action you previously chalked up to being ‘the perfect gege’ now carried new meaning.

the stupid nicknames, hugs that went on a little too long, the way he always gave you the last bite of his food, saying he “wasn’t hungry anymore”.

you groaned into your pillow, stomach twisting as you chided yourself for being so fucking stupid.

—

the smell of pancakes woke you in the morning, a familiar mix of vanilla and caleb’s ‘special ingredient’ (it was just cinnamon, he really wasn’t as clever as he thought) luring you out of bed. you padded downstairs in an old hoodie of his, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he came into your view. you wrapped your arms around his broad figure hunched over the stove while taking him in. he was wearing his old running outfit, the colonel version of him hidden as he began looking like your caleb once again.

the muscles of his back tensed before he turned towards you, chuckling at the pout you wore while looking up at him.

“look who’s finally up.” he spoke, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off him.

“sorry i’m not a tryhard who gets up early”

you tried to bully him but somehow made him sound good. mumbling a ‘whatever’, you walked to the table and sat back, waiting for him to serve you.

a couple more minutes passed before he finally set a plate of golden pancakes in front of you, an iced chai following before you even had to ask.

“still not a coffee person, right?”

you nodded and tried to ignore the way your heart raced at his kind gesture, quickly grabbing the mug and covering the flush that bloomed on your cheeks.

breakfast continued in silence, the only sound heard being your collective chewing. you took the time to appreciate his masculine features, now seeing him as more than just the boy you grew up with. even the furrow of his eyebrow felt new, awakening longing in the deepest parts of your body you’d never felt before.

your heart squeezed as you began to spiral. did he still feel the same? why did you have to ruin everything by reading something so personal, god you were going to hell for this and it was deserv—

“you okay?”

you blinked several times before fumbling with your utensils, trying to look normal and failing desperately.

“w-what?” you mumbled, shoving multiple pieces of pancakes into your mouth before looking back into the violet eyes that were haunting you.

“you’ve been staring at me for like a minute, i got something on my face?” he asked, making a cocky display of hollowing his cheeks and stroking his jawline with the tip of his finger.

not responding for a beat too long and earning a questioning look from caleb, you spat out “s-sorry no jus’ zoned out”

“on my face?” he teased, flicking your forehead before focusing on his food once more. you knew it was a rhetorical question, one that didn’t need or warrant an answer—but for some reason you still found yourself responding. “yeah”

it was his turn to hide a blush now, biting his lip to suppress a happy smile. “weirdo”

the rest of breakfast passed in a blur, the air going stale with awkwardness. deciding to split up tasks to make everything go quicker, caleb offered to finish up the attic while you cleaned the kitchen. you tried resisting, saying you already started it, but it was no use—he didn’t want you to cry like yesterday again. asshole.

you listened to his footsteps climb the stairs, floorboards creaking as he began to work on the items. in less than an hour caleb had neatly organized nearly every box, now left with trashing the final items. he picked up some scattered papers here and there before pausing over a very familiar book, free of dust and dogeared to a page he remembered writing out.

bet it tastes so good from the sou-

the journal fell from shaky hands, a loud curse leaving his lips as it landed on his toes. he pinched the bridge of his nose, your strange act at breakfast now making perfect sense. still—caleb hoped, he prayed that by some miracle of god you didn’t read it. maybe if he ignored it like he ignored his feelings for you all these years, everything would be normal.

not giving it another thought, caleb quickly threw out the journal. “i’m sorry” he mumbled, unsure if he was speaking to you or his past self.

just as he contemplated fishing through the trash for it, too sentimental to dismiss his younger version’s struggles this easily, you bounced up the stairs carrying a water bottle.

“you okay?” you questioned, handing him a bottle of water. he nodded hesitantly before reaching for it, taking a sip and feeling a droplet run down his throat. your eyes never left him, trailing after the stray water with deep focus.

“looks good” you spoke dreamily, still staring at the collar of his shirt where the drop disappeared. “i-i mean the attic, um…you did it fast” you clarified, stumbling over your words before grabbing a broom and moving to sweep the dust.

caleb chuckled uncomfortably as he began stacking the boxes to keep, always having an eye on the bag of trash carrying his deepest secrets. somehow though, you kept finding ways to be close to him. intentionally or not—you were constantly going up to him, offering to help carry stuff you knew he didn’t need any help with.

at one point you tried to brush away some cobwebs you swore were on his head, pulling away after seeing the skeptical look he gave you.

“sorry” you mumbled, not able to look in his eyes.

“for what?”

you shrugged dejectedly, still not facing him. “nothing i guess”

before he could question you any more, you ran off to the washroom, leaving caleb with his thoughts.

—

by the time evening rolled around the attic was empty, and the two of you had washed away the dust with memories buried between it off your body. you collapsed on the couch next to each other, his arm thrown around your shoulders as he reached for the remote.

“horror?” he asked, speaking into the crown of your head.

you hummed in agreement, nuzzling further into his side. you inhaled deeply, noticing the way he tensed before pressing you closer. caleb turned on sinister without hesitation, throwing the remote aside and covering the two of you with a blanket.

twenty minutes into the movie and you were entangled with his body, legs resting atop his and arms gripping his waist tightly. at first you used the excuse of being “scared”, but you’d seen this movie fifty times. the jumpscares had no effect on you. still, you flinched in his touch with every loud noise, too aware of his hand resting dangerously close to your hip. you readjusted yourself until you were basically being cradled, finally causing him to pause the movie while clearing his throat.

“pips?”

you tucked your face against his chest before humming in response.

“did you read my old journal?”

you froze in his hold, unsure of how to respond. if you said yes, he’d know you saw all the…stuff. but if you said no, you’d have to explain why you were finally acting on thoughts you used to hate yourself for having.

“maybe?”

he sighed, holding you closer and resting his head upon yours. “i figured. i’m really, really sorry.”

his apology finally had you looking up “you’re sorry?”

he bit his lip and shrugged, still embarassed. “i didn’t mean it okay, i was a stupid 17 year old.”

you lifted an eyebrow.

“okay fine 18.” he paused, hoping you’d be satisfied. “fine 19. the point is—“

you giggled, tension finally slipping from your shoulders.

“i know it was bad, but i don’t want you to feel like you owe me anyth-“

“i love you”

you both spoke at the same time, interrupting each other.

silence followed as you waited for him to respond, regretting your words with every second that passed. finally, caleb lifted one hand to point at himself with his mouth agape. “m-me?”

it was the first time you’d seen him genuinely bewildered. you nodded as tears began to build, expecting a rejection to come.

“oh my god i take it back, i meant all of it and more. pips, i love you so—hey why are you crying?!”

you laughed at the alarm in his voice, letting him swipe away your tears. “i-i felt so much shame…always felt so sick and being here jus’ made it all come back.”

he nodded as you spoke, eyes flicking from yours to your trembling lips. “i’m sorry…god we wasted so much time”

you laughed again, wrapping your arms around his neck before resting your forehead on his. you sat like that, breathing each others air before he broke the silence.

“can i kiss you” caleb asked, lips already brushing yours with each word. you nodded eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.

he closed the distance between your mouths, gently pressing his lips on yours and feeling every version of him cheer as he finally got the girl of his dreams.

you moved back, looking into his eyes once more.

“again?”

you giggled at the question, closing the distance yourself this time and feeling his groan rumble through you. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, exploring with purpose once you gave him access. he licked against every part of your mouth, entwining his strong muscle with yours. a string of spit connected you when you pulled away from each other, lips puffy and red.

you grinded against him without meaning to, whining at the feeling of his hard length against your clothed heat.

“fuck” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch as you repeated the motion, letting your lips trail down his neck. “s-so fuckin good”

you focused on the spot that had him bucking against you, alternating between biting the sensitive skin and soothing it with your tongue.

“ngh…gege” you moaned into his skin, the endearing term making him pull you back with a hand in your hair.

“fuck, can i please take this off?” he asked, fingers playing with the hem of your top.

you nodded quickly, helping him rip it off you and throwing it to the side. you thanked your past self for skipping a bra after your shower, the warm hands cupping your breasts leaving you dripping.

“so fucking cute, used to think of these pretty tits all day” he confessed, pelvis continuing to meet your bounces above him. you moaned at his words, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability as you sped up. “r-really?”

“mhm. i couldn’t write down half the stuff i wanted to do, always felt too bad.” you whined at the words, nails gripping his shoulders tightly. “would imagine sucking on your pretty tits, playing with your pussy and watching you cum”

you nodded rapidly, gasping when he pinched your nipples. finally, caleb ran his tongue down towards your breasts, sucking on one of the perky buds while cruelly tweaking the other. the dual stimulation was too much for you, finally reaching your peak above him, body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

he let you ride out your high before bringing his head up once more, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“do you want more?”

his hands slowly ran up and down your skin, soothing your nerves and letting you decide. you nodded while still catching your breath, watching in awe as he ripped his clothes off. “thank god, you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you stared at his chiseled figure, lifting your hips so he could take off your pants. your eyes trailed down his body before finally landing on the giant hard cock between his legs, his hand pumping it gently and rubbing the bead of slick at the tip around the rest of his length.

you gulped while watching him, back arching when he ran his tip between your pussy lips. “f-fuck, gege please”

he moaned at that, a whine of your name leaving his lips as the last of his restraint finally broke.

he slowly pushed his tip into you, the shear stretch of just the first inch making your eyes water. you gripped the couch below you, knuckles whitening with the force you used.

“doin’ so good, know you can take it” caleb spoke from above you, eyes locked on where you met, one hand rubbing your clit to ease the pressure.

“f-faster, get it over with”

he shook his head, unsure of whether he was denying it for your wellbeing or his. tired of how long he was taking, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to you, a scream ripping from your throat as he was buried to the hilt. his eyes shot open as his body curled over you, trying to think of anything to avoid shooting his load prematurely.

the two of you moaned, surprised at how full you were. “s-so big” you cried, tears rolling down your face as he slowly pulled out to push back in.

“maybe if you weren’t a fuckin brat…” he began, cut off as he became entranced by the way your cunt constantly sucked him back in.

without a warning caleb increased his pace, shushing you and apologizing for being rough but not slowing down.

“sorry, fuck baby, i’m so sorry jus’ feel so good, been waiting for you forever”

you pulled him for a kiss to quiet his ramblings, trying not to scream as he began fucking into you ferociously. the old couch you were situated began to squeak as it moved against the floor, creaking with every inch it moved.

“c-close” you whined, already nearing your peak once more as his thumb rapidly rubbed against your clit.

“please baby, cum for me i need it, please fuck—“

his pleas were cut off with a gush of fluid from your heat, immediately triggering his own orgasm and leading to his body falling on top of yours. the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, laying with each other as he pressed tender kisses to your shoulder.

you giggled at the immediate change in his demeanour, running a hand through his hair. just as he opened his mouth to speak, the movie suddenly resumed and caused both of you to let out a loud scream at the sudden jumpscare. caleb scrambled for the remote and shut the tv off, leaning back over you and giggling at the way your hearts raced in tandem.

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he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you towards him until the back of your head rested on his shoulder. “want me to slow down? nah, i know you love it when i fuck you like a whore.”

tears spilled from your eyes as you searched for something to grab onto for comfort; the edge of the headboard, bedsheets, even his arm—anything to ground you as he fucked you within an inch of consciousness. xavier laughed as he watched you struggle, pressing down on your lower abdomen and moaning when your walls tightened around him. “say it. fuckin’ say you’re my dumb cum slut”

he punctuated each word with a bruising thrust, finally pushing you over the edge as you screamed out your safe word “bluebell”. his movements stopped immediately, the grip he had on you now gentle and holding you steady.

sobs wracked through your chest as he slowly withdrew from your throbbing hole, sitting you against the headboard before grabbing a tissue from the bedside. he wiped your tears and the sweat from your face before brushing your hair from your face, letting you calm yourself before daring to speak.

when your cries finally morphed into hiccups and eventually sniffles, xavier grabbed the cup of water next to your bed and watched you eagerly gulp it down, chuckling before stroking your hair.

“okay?” he questioned, voice a full 360 from just minutes ago. you nodded, beginning to apologize only for xavier to shut you down immediately. “hey, i was pushing it. i’m sorry, thank you for using it. why don’t we jus’ sit a bit, yeah?”

you nodded, appreciating the kindness and understanding from your partner. xavier sat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he stroked up and down your arm, listing the new plushies available in the arcade near your house to help ease the tension in the air.

ㅤꨄ︎ zayne

you vision went white as zayne drew another orgasm from you, wetness shooting from your cunt onto his eager face as his fingers continuously rubbed that one spot he knew all too well.

his lips attached to your clit, sucking vigorously as his long digits began to scissor inside your hole once more, your hips trembling under his grip. he laughed against your cunt, giddy at the reactions your body so easily gave him. “so easy for me, huh? don’t even have to try and i have you creaming on my tongue”

you whined his name, hands desperately trying to push away his head from your overstimulated core only for him to grab both wrists with his free hand. “you begged me to cum and now you’re complaining?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out only to suck them into his mouth before roughly shoving them into you again. “we’re done when i fuckin’ say so”

“z-zaynie…please, need a break” you sobbed, heartbeat thumping in your ears as you felt another mind shattering orgasm coming. your cries only fuelled his ministrations, climax suddenly washing over you with your legs going limp as uncomfortable shocks ran through your body. just as you thought he was finally finished, zayne began slapping your cunt, drawing more spurts of fluid from your entrance. the cruel overstimulation had you screaming out “lilac” before you even knew it, zaynes insistent movement ceasing at once.

he wiped his hands on his pants, quickly moving up towards you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “hi sweet angel. i’m so, so, so sorry, tell me what you need” he muttered between small pecks, pulling back to see tears welling in your eyes. his heart ached as he realized your current state was because of his actions.

“j-jus’ need a sec” you hiccuped, reaching for him and pulling him towards your side. “don’t wanna stop, just need a breather”

he let out a sigh of relief, nodding and quickly slinging an arm around you as you curled into him. your body trembled while the rise and fall of his chest soothed you, nerves slowly easing as each second ticked by. zayne stayed close to you, brushing his fingers through your hair and taking up the space you allowed him to.

ㅤꨄ︎ raf

your throat bulged with rafayels cock as he rutted into your mouth, groaning when your nails raked down his thighs. your head hung off the edge of the bed, the slap of his heavy balls against your face with every thrust making you dizzy with lust. you felt his length still inside your throat, a large hand stroking the outline of his huge cock over your neck.

“m-made for this, right? fuck you take it so good” his needy voice moaned, palms roughly slapping your tits before he started his movements again. “loosen up for me princess, breathe through your nose like i taught you”

you tried to follow his instructions, lungs burning as your nostrils flared with effort, trying to inhale any air you could. your hands began to shake as you started to push his hips away, unable to suck in any air with his steady presence over you. he laughed before withdrawing his cock from your lips, pupils dilating while watching you gasp for air.

just as you felt your body begin to calm down, rafayel slapped the tip of his length against your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth for him once more. you shook your head desperately, hoarse voice rumbling out “tulips” twice before he finally understood you.

rafayel immediately helped you up, a hand steadying your back as you continued to even your breathing. you pulled his looming body towards you and inhaled the familiar floral scent of his laundry, forehead resting atop his flowy shirt. the tightness in your chest eased as he stroked your back, apologizing for going too far. you sat like that for a few more minutes until finally moving back at the feeling of his body beginning to shake.

your eyes flitted up to find rafayel crying, his long fingers quickly swiping away the tears before apologizing. “i’m sorry, jus’ feel so bad i pushed you.”

you chuckled at the endearing display, pulling him next to you on the bed and trying to ease his overwhelming emotions the same way he did you.

ㅤꨄ︎ caleb

you watched with bated breath as caleb increased the pace of the bullet vibe inside of you, messy cunt dripping onto the sheets under you while your limbs pulled at the restraints he had you tied in.

he’d edged you three times already, punishing you for “laughing too hard” at your coworkers joke. this wasn’t new for the two of you, one of caleb’s favourite things to do being you tied up, begging and crying for him to let you cum. the sound of your voice pitching up while tears trailed down your face was simply music to his ears.

today though, you felt yourself rapidly approaching your limit, body beginning to shake uncomfortably as he ruined your climax once again with an evil grin.

“awww, what’s wrong pips? ya mad i’m treating you like a whore? maybe you shouldn’t act like a free-use slut then, hm?”

the mean words had your cunt squeezing around the vibrating toy buried between your walls, an intense burn running through your nerves as he raised the intensity to the highest level.

“wanna hear you tell me why im punishing you. let me hear you say you’re a brainless cockwhore”

a sob ripped through your throat at the cruel tone in his voice, body twisting as you tried to get away from the stimulation. his raucous laugh was your last straw, the word “sunflower” falling from your lips making him turn off the vibe completely.

you continued to shake as he untied your restraints, massaging the tired muscles as blood flowed back into them. caleb crawled towards you after soothing the red skin, gently laying your head on his chest and lightly patting your back. “did too much, i’m sorry baby” he whispered against your scalp, letting your breathing steady before finally sitting you up.

he wiped the tears on your lash line before grabbing the cup of water on your bedside table, letting you sip it slowly. after he was sure you were fully calm and back in your body, caleb asked you what you needed next, letting you lead his movements in a way you wanted.

ㅤꨄ︎ sylus

the sharp sting of sylus’ hand against your ass had you screaming, blood-red skin tender to the touch with each heavy hit he landed on you.

you intended for the night to end this way, hoping your teasing touches and annoyed glares would be enough to make him “punish” you. sylus knew this of course and was glad to fulfill your wishes, but he was unintentionally taking out his work stress on you as well. the month had been slow and while he didn’t have to worry about money, he still did. he was always concerned he wouldn’t be able to give you the life you deserved, so any time business was slower, his worries crept to the front of his mind.

his jaw tensed as you began to squirm in his hold, trying to wriggle out of his harsh grip to no avail. he scoffed at your movements, stroking the burning skin on your ass and watching how you flinched with every touch. “pretending you don’t want it when i can see how wet you are.”

you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, shame filling you as you questioned whether or not you were sick for getting off to this. your train of thought was interrupted as he landed four consecutive slaps to your upper thighs and each cheek, a hoarse scream falling from your lips before you began to continuously mutter “roses” under your breath.

you weren’t sure if he’d even be able to hear you (he was old asf his hearing was leaving fr) but sylus immediately turned you over and cradled you in his arms, making sure to avoid the sensitive skin on your bottom. tears continued to flow down your face as he soothed you, mumbling ‘what a good girl you were’ and how he was ‘sorry he went too far’.

you let him carry you to your bedroom and lay you on your front, applying a gentle analgesic to the tender skin on your behind. after you were settled sylus climbed in next to you, gently rubbing your back and letting your brain quiet before asking what you needed next.

ㅤꨄ︎ valko

valko tugged the leash attached to your collar, pulling you along as he walked to your bedroom. “t-too hard” you tried to speak, quickly cut off by another harsh pull on your throat.

“dogs don’t fuckin’ talk—you wanna speak, you’re gonna bark like the bitch you are”

you were the one to bring up petplay, asking if it was something he’d be into. valko immediately agreed, listing off the reasons why he’d be the perfect pup until you corrected him and said you wanted to try it this time.

he easily fell into the role of a dominating owner, rough movements indicating he’d been imagining this for a while now.

you watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting until you crawled between his knees before giving you your next instruction. “let me see your pretty tongue, puppy”

you hesitantly stuck out the muscle, eyes widening as he spit on it. you were about to swallow it until he roughly grabbed your tongue between two fingers, shoving another two digits down your throat and smirking as you took them eagerly. your eyes rolled back as he touched the back of your throat with ease, gagging when he pushed further.

you expected him to withdraw them at the first sign of resistance, but valko continued to tease your throat, forcing his fingers down and encouraging you to take them until you felt yourself preparing to vomit.

a gurgled version of “lilies” fell from your lips, valkos eyes widening before finally relenting and letting you swallow down your nausea. he stared in surprise as he realized he’d gone too far, apologies quickly falling from his lips before he scrambled for a tissue to wipe your face with.

you laughed at his antics before stroking his cheek, letting him know you just needed a break. he loosened your collar to give you more room to breathe, moving to get you a cup of water and letting you gulp it down before letting you lead the way.

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with several shots in your system, you worked up the courage to sit through the entire 9 minutes of his soft voice uttering the nastiest phrases you had ever heard.

“this what you wanted, pretty? jus’ needed to be fucked good, right?”

“f-fuck, jus’ like that angel, work for that cock”

“o-oh god, gonna lemme cum inside you, right? please baby, got so much for you”

before you knew it you were dripping from his whines alone, vibrator forgotten as you scrolled through his page, bookmarking every audio that piqued your interest.

eventually it became a ritual, days passing in a blur as you waited for another post from him. sometimes you even listened to his regular audios, soothing voice talking about his day helping you unwind after a stressful work week. you felt kinda weird for developing a parasocial relationship with someone you couldn’t even see (aside from the rare nudes he posted, sunlight reflecting off his built torso and highlighting the happy trail leading down to an unfairly pretty cock), but it’s not like you were hurting anyone!

it didn’t affect your work or personal life, so it wasn’t really that big a deal…still though, you found yourself in a moral dilemma more often than you wanted to admit. porn is super detrimental to society, but here you are with a whole alt account just to retweet it. you’d never let a man disrespect you, but you had post notifs on for some stranger that regularly called you a ‘dirty little whore’ in the audios he posted for his 3k followers. were you a gooner? as bad as the men you made fun of online?

these thoughts weighed heavy on your mind as you checked the mail, deciding to take a day off work for some much needed self-care (code for lounging in your bummy clothes while you ordered food). stuck thinking about your…erotic predicament, you bumped into the broad chest of your neighbour xavier.

the flyers from your mailbox flew from your hands and combined with his pile of colourful letters. you stuttered out an immediate apology, mentally beating yourself up for wearing an ugly outfit in the rare instance you bumped into your attractive neighbour.

“hey starlight” he muttered, the nickname easily falling from his lips as if it didn’t just ruin every other nickname ever for you. he came up with it after running into you during a lunar eclipse, conversation flowing easily ever since then.

still—he was a good looking guy. even with the baggy clothes he always wore and his soft face, his sturdy frame always caught your eye. he crowded empty elevators when the two of you were alone, his towering height making you both nervous and excited. of course you still blushed around him.

you tried to give yourself the ick by saying he was probably filthy, but you knew it was a lie. he always smelled good and even with the basic clothes he wore, you never saw a stain or worried he was one of those guys that sniffed clothes to see if they were still good to wear.

“h-hey, i’m so sorry.”

he shook his head at your apology, a quick reassurance falling from his lips to let you know it was his fault for standing in the way like an idiot. you giggled while sorting through the mail, noticing the large amount of mail he received. “jesus xav, is this fan mail or do you just subscribe to every newsletter you see?”

your attempt at a joke fell flat, the tips of his ears turning red as he sputtered out how it was a result of leaving his mailbox unopened for weeks. you wanted to apologize for intruding or overstepping, but he spit out a quick apology that he had something in the oven and had to check on it. you watched him quickly walk to the stairs, going two at a time before waving once more and entering his floor.

the elevator dinged as you sighed at your complete lack of game, checking off another chance ruined with someone attractive. you looked through your mail as a distraction from the situation, flipping through the bills and bank statements before seeing a letter addressed to a different unit.

you scanned the envelope for a name, contemplating on just throwing it out before your breath caught, heart racing at the familiar user listed on the package.

xoxolumiere, with a lipstick stain pressed next to it.

your eyes blinking several times as you tried to convince yourself this was a dream. there’s no fucking way the guy who’s voice you got off to lived in the same building as you.

before you could think better of it, you pressed his floor number and stood at the door, breathing picking up as you swiftly knocked three times, bracing yourself for the very real possibility he could be unattractive or a weirdo or…

“miss me already, my star?”

you tried to think of a response, desperately wanting to be normal in front of your very hot and apparently very popular neighbour, xavier. unfortunately though, today was just not your day.

you shoved the letter against his abdomen before walking off, ignoring the way his eyes widened and his voice called your name.

the elevator doors shutting shook you from the dream or nightmare you felt like you were in, shame immediately washing over you as you realized you had been getting off to your sweet and kind and incredibly sexy neighbour for months.

the worst part is that you knew you weren’t gonna stop—now that you knew he was hot, you were probably gonna become an even more avid listener.

yeah, you were definitely a gooner.

right now was no different. caleb had you squished underneath him, your back rubbing against his chest every time he harshly thrusted into you. the wet sound of his skin slapping yours sounded through the room, lewd noises making you whine every time he bottomed out inside you.

he licked up the length of your neck, chuckling at the way your walls tightly squeezed around his length.

“f-feels…ngh really good” you moaned, earning a particularly hard slam of his pelvis against your ass, his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust.

“oh yeah? does it f-feel so good, baby?” he mocked, voice pitching up in tone when he mimicked your voice. you nodded furiously as he continued to fuck his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt. “cmon, tell me again. ya gonna cum for me? gonna cum on daddy’s big dick?”

you whined at the title he used for himself, insisting you call him it any time the two of you were alone. “yes daddy, please ‘m g-gonna…”

your voice trailed off as you felt pleasure building up in your stomach, heart racing as your high approached. just as you felt the initial shocks of your climax start to wash over you, caleb pulled himself completely away from you, flipping you onto your back and pinning your arms down on either side of you.

caleb clicked his tongue as your thighs squeezed together in search of stimulation, using his knees to keep your legs open for him. “didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

his eyes crinkled with laughter as tears streaked down your cheeks, a pout unconsciously forming on your lips. he cooed at the sight, immediately copying your action and watching the way your already reddened cheeks flushed even deeper. “aw, cmon baby don’t cry…y’know what to say if you want it”

you hesitantly nodded before just barely composing yourself, trying to work up the courage to say the words he was waiting for. “c-cay…daddy, please let me cum? wan’ you to fill me up while i cum for you”

a mean grin spread over caleb’s face, his lips pressing almost violently against yours while he lined his length up to your entrance. “wasn’t so hard, was it? now let daddy feel this pretty pussy cum, yeah?” he emphasized the title just as he pressed himself into you once more, resuming his previous pace with renewed vigour.

he brought his hands to the backs of your thighs, pressing them against your front to get more leverage to thrust into you. the new position had his happy trail grinding against your clit, immediately bringing you back to the peak of your climax.

your walls clamped around his length without warning, triggering both of your highs. caleb’s hips stuttered against yours as he continued to move in tandem with your body, a groan sounding from his throat before he collapsed onto you.

the sound of heavy breathing replaced your intense noises of pleasure as you both came down.