#need them

pairing: XAVIER, RAFAYEL, SYLUS, ZAYNE & CALEB — how the lads men would make out with you for the first time.

XAVIER

‘is it true?’

‘what?’ your breath hitches right in your lungs, as xavier’s gentle hold lands right over your wounded thigh.

‘what jeremiah said’

your eyes slam shut, as he applies a little medical oil over your bleeding cut.

‘h-huh?’ you tremble, letting the burning sensation set your skin on fire.

‘were you crying for me’ kneeling in front of you, he bandages your cut with some gauze. ‘when i left you’

‘you didn’t leave me’ gritting your teeth, you let your head fall to your shoulder finally leaning against something. ‘you were called away’

‘still’ squeezing the soft skin of your calf in between his fingers, he looks up at you, eyes full of regret. ‘i left you’

scoffing, you open your eyes. readjusting your skirt over your pulsing wound, now all covered up.

‘you’re the prince of philos, xavier’ tracing the outline of the thick gauze with the pad of your finger, you let your hair fall messily over your shoulders. ‘you have other priorities’

‘nothing compares to you’ he whispers, in too low of a tone for you to actually hear him.

‘plus’ flickering xavier’s forehead with your fingers, you softly grin at him. ‘i don’t need your aid’

‘oh, yeah?’ he asks, falling deep into your trap as he plays along.

‘mh’ you hum, letting your hands rest against his shoulders. tickling his neck as you attentively trace the intricate design of his royal uniform.

xavier smirks, as the pressure from you hands finally lends over his body. he lets you push him to ground, as he gracefully weakens your fall with his body.

‘i’m stronger than you’ unknowingly, you let his hands guide the back of your thighs over his body.

‘is that why’ protecting your injured flesh with his hand, he adjust your position over him - finally letting you sit down over his hidden hard on. ‘i’m always beating you?’

nodding, you look down at him using his leaned chest as your support.

‘i’m teaching you’ you hum happily, leaning your body even deeper into xavier’s. ‘letting the weaker win, is merciful’

you giggle, inching your head down. burying your face in the crook of his neck, you sense his hands tightly claps around your clothed hips.

‘and as a prince’ he inaudibly gasps in your face. the close proximity making his head spin dangerously fast, as he just gets lost in your scent. ‘you should really live by this’

drifting away from the depth of his neck, you flicker his forehead again, smiling down at him as you get lost in his blue eyes.

leaving your hips with his hands, he slides them down towards your exposed tight. without even thinking he squeezes your soft skin in his hands, making you wince as your face scrunches up in pain.

‘shit’ heart thumping like a drum against his chest, he looks up at you, his puppy dog eyes painfully aware of the pain he caused you. ‘i’m so sorry - did i hurt …’

laughing, you pin his arms at either side of his face. sticking your tongue out at him, you look down at him lingering your gaze over his full lips - watching as they curve into a mischievous smile.

‘got ya’

gloating and victoriously arching into his body, you gasp as xavier spins you around - locking your back against the hard pavement.

‘lemme teach you something for a change, yeah?’ scooting the back of your un-injured thigh in his hand, he inches it upwards, making it lock tightly around his waist.

you part your lips in a silent moan, gulping down a stubborn glob of saliva.

‘the prince’ grazing his lips over yours, he intakes a quick breath, swiftly kissing your bottom lip with his - too eager to wait. ‘doesn’t like to be teased’

‘xavie’

his dick jumps at the nickname, loving every second of that candied word leaving your soft lips.

guiding one of your hands into his locks, he strangles yours finger with his - urging you to pull onto his hair.

‘fuck’ he moans, desperately diving into your lips.

sliding the tip of his tongue against the plush of your lip, he begs for permission to just slip inside. whimpering, you open your mouth, finally granting him permission.

moving his body over yours, he feels his elbows graze dangerously close at your injured leg. so, in a swift movement he withdraws from your lips, smirking at your little cries of protest.

‘i don’t wanna hurt you angel’ he speaks, pampering your lips with chaste little kisses. ‘lay your leg over my back’

‘done’ obliging his command, you eagerly pull his head back to yours again. moaning as his tongue deepens into your mouth for the second time today.

grunting over your lips, he moves his mouth painfully slow against yours. making your body and mind ache for him, as he shamelessly teases you till tears.

‘ahem, ahem’

your body stilled under him, reddening face shooting up to look at the intruder.

‘professor’ xavier’s monotone tone hits your ears, as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

‘prince, you can’t just…’ too embarrassed to even listen to his scolding you tune him out of your mind. keeping your focus on xavier’s light breathing, warm and comforting as it caresses your face.

‘tut-tut stay with me a little while longer’ he whispers, tauntingly leaning his face near your ear. discreetly tangling his lips over your lobe, he pushes down on it, making a chill run down your spine.

‘lesson’s not quite over yet’

RAFAYEL

‘you cant just hide’ you whisper-yell at him, feeling his torso press more vigorously against your body.

‘shhh’

rafayel presses a gentle hand over your mouth, pleading with his eyes for you to stay silent. rolling your eyes you oblige, listening to thomas’s heavy footsteps right outside the storage closet.

‘rafayel!’ thomas shouts, scoffing and panting. ‘i’m not being paid enough for this’

thomas resumes running around the big museum, shouting and screaming his artist’s name at the top of his lungs.

rafayel snickers, letting his hand drift away from your lips.

‘that was mean’ you huff, readjusting your light cocktail dress over your legs.

‘whaaaat?’ he gasps, dramatically clinging his hand over his covered heart. ‘he’s mean!’

shaking your head, you reach for the door handle.

‘no!’ he screams, caging your wrist in his strong hold. ‘not yet’

groaning out in frustration, you look up at him, feeling your heels dig deep cuts against your feet as you stand still in that microscopic space.

‘you’re kidding’ bitterly laughing you pinch the bridge of your nose in between your fingers. ‘this is ridiculous’

‘c’mon’ you tug at his exposed forearm ‘my feet hurts, let’s get – augh!’

in a swift motion, rafayel picks your body up in his arms. using the back of your thighs as leverage, he made your body jolt up. sending your back straight against the wall, as your legs tightly lock around his waist.

‘problem solved!’ he sings sons in your ear. ‘now stay’

widening your eyes in shock, you furrow your brows letting your face scrunch up in a defeated expression. cupping his face with your fingers, you guide his head to yours.

‘what’s going on?’

‘nothing!’ he pouts, tightening his grip over your body.

‘then let me out!’

shaking his head ‘no’, he sticks his tongue out at you.

‘i’ll scream’ you threaten him.

‘you wouldn’t’

pointing a menacing finger at his face, you smile.

‘try me’

rafayel eyes shift between you and the door for what feels like an eternity. then, he audibly sighs, defeated by your bluff.

‘thomas wants me to sell a painting’

‘so?’ you ask, growing more and more irritated at every ‘tick’ of the clock. ‘it’s your exhibition - you’re supposed to sell’

his expression suddenly softens. his bratty eyes, now full of embarrassment and vulnerability, as his cheeks reddens softly under the bright light.

‘i don’t wanna sell that one’

‘why?’ barely audible, your voice comes out in a whisper.

‘i did it for you’

huh?

‘you’re in every stroke of my brush’ softly he hides his face into the crook of your neck. ‘every shadow’

‘every color’ brushing his nose against your carotid artery, he exhales heavily - synchronizing his breathing with yours.

gliding his hands over your body he circles your waist with his arm, pushing your body even closer to his, as he strangles you in a deep embrace.

‘every drip of water that stained the canvas’ he breaths you in, letting his lips brush against your thumping heart. ‘i don’t want anyone having that’

withdrawing his face from the depth of your neck, he inches closer to your face. resting his forehead against yours, as his hand cups the back of your head - preventing you from ever touching the wall.

‘i don’t want another man, having that’

‘rafie’

stealing the breath right out of your lungs, rafayel kisses you. deep, passionate and raw. he lets his every emotion for you flow steadily into the kiss, lullabying you with his sweet pace as he coddles your neck.

‘i’m sorry’ he murmurs over your lips. panting heavily, loathing every second he’s away from your flesh. ‘is this okay?’

‘mh’ you hum.

smiling, he lets you guide his face back to yours.

moaning he lets his tongue glide over yours, ever so gently, loving the way you run towards him every time he threatens to leave you.

securing his arm around your waist, he strokes your hips gently, circling and pressing down onto your skin - making your sentiva flesh erupts in chills right under his touch.

‘you keep chasing me’ he feebly laughs into your mouth.

‘i’ll stop if you keep runnin’

suddenly he whines - his whole demeanor changing right in front of your very eyes.

mouth dangerously wide, as his tongue sloppily tangles with yours. moving together like they belong, like they knew each other from another life entirely.

moaning into the kiss, you sense his mouth almost swallows yours greedily. biting and sucking at your bottom lip, like he never wants to let you go.

‘we should - umhp’ running towards your lips, he moans around your mouth. ‘talk to thom - ah’

‘he can’t do shit without my signature’ talking like he’s late for something, he dives back in. not even breathing as he chases your lips with his.

‘jus’ kiss me back sum more, yeah?’ he pants, gently tangling a hand over your hair. ‘i’ll deal with the rest later’

SYLUS

‘thank you again’ shifting into first gear, he shuts the enginge off. ‘for being my plus one tonight’

waving away his remark, you unbuckle your seatbelt, freeing your body as you stretch lightly over his leathered seats.

‘it was actually really fun’

‘fun?’ he furrows his brows, scratching his newly shaved chin with his fingers. ‘how so?’

‘i donnu’ you laugh, smelling the pungent odor of the fancy pinot you sipped all night, dance through the air. ‘seeing this whole new side of you’

‘mr. bossman’

he laughs, inching his head back against the headrest.

you just watch him. following with your eyes, his prominent adam’s apple and the way it gently bobs up and down - following obediently the vibrations of his laughter.

‘fucking bossman’ brushing a hand through his silver locks, he leans his head to the side looking at you.

‘whaaat’ almost grinding into the seat, you twist your body. resting your right side against the seat, as you cross you legs together, facing him. ‘it’s your role, isn’t it?’

you tease him, loving the way he just smirks as his tongue pushes its way against his cheek.

‘big scary onychinus boss’ you laugh again, running a finger through your hair, as you gently push them over your back. ‘oooh’

‘scary, huh?’ tucking a stray curl behind your ear, he grins. tracing the shell of your ear with his digits, as he inches his face closer to yours. ‘you think i’m scary kitten?’

you shake your head, feeling his palm press softly over your cheek as you move.

‘i don’t’ you whisper, following his exposed clavicles as your heart thumps loudly in your ears. ‘but people do’

‘oh?’ raising a question eyebrow, he sings songs his surprise.

‘they respect you’ you exhale heavily, feeling his large hand slide down your face. ‘they almost worship you’

inaudibly whimpering you let his thumb press softly over your neck, sensing your breathing weakens just enough to make your pussy throb against his touch.

‘they fear whatever you are’ sylus bites his lip harshly at your praises. watching you with a painful hard on, as you tremble under his feathered light touch. ‘they fear what you represent’

‘yeah?’ he taunts. his fingers gliding over your skin, as he cups the back of your neck. pushing your head closer to his. ‘and what would that be?’

‘power’ you slowly breath out.

‘you’re unbeatable sylus’ grinning, you brush your lips over his. letting his soft flesh feel yours at every drag of your words. ‘for now’

‘uh’ he whistles. gripping your hips with his hands, he guides you over the console. letting your ass fall softly against his parted thighs, you straddle him burying your hands into his hair.

‘scratch me again kitten’ gliding his thumb over your lips, he watches you as you open your mouth gently ready to take him in. ‘i can take it’

smiling, he switches his thumb with his lips. clashing in a desperate swing his skin against yours.

he growls, sending vibrations straight to your core, as soon as his tongue slithers against yours. he lets you take the lead, loving the way you just know what he wants.

one of his hand squeezes in a murderous grip one of your ass cheeks. from time to time following the soft curvature of your arch, as he traces the outline of your faint g-string.

the other is buried deep into your hair. massaging and guiding your face closer to him - loathing the moment he’ll lose you to some futile air in your lungs.

‘sy…’ you cry out, panting like a strained beast. ‘baby’

his dick jumps at the pet name, making sylus even more desperate for you and everything you’re willing to offer him.

‘fuck, kitten’ he dives back in, drooling a little against your mouth. ‘take my air, yeah?’

sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he moans feeling your lips in a desperate search for his.

‘i don’t need it’ he pants, letting you feed on his parted mouth. ‘i don’t want it’

abusing your swollen lips with his, he smiles sensing your flesh pulse right over his.

‘it’s you’ he says, making you desperately run towards his mouth as he withdraws it to talk. ‘i jus’ need you’

CALEB

‘shittiest movie i’ve ever seen’

combing a hand trough your hair, you scoff, throwing both of your tickets in the nearest thrash bin.

gripping his shoulder with one hand, you solemnly look at him, resting your other hand over your heart.

‘thank fuck you paid’ shaking your head, you snicker under your breath.

‘mh’ he hums, laughing softly as he looks at your smiling face. ‘say what you want, pips’

‘oh’ you groan, drifting away from his body. laying your back flat, against the side of his car, you cross your arms over your chest. ‘you’re no fun’

he flickers your forehead, sticking his tongue out at you.

‘i’m unbreakable’ resting a feathered like touch over your hip, he smirks, winking at you with a smug expression plastered all over his face. ‘you can’t tease me’

‘you’re right’ you exhale, faking defeat.

sliding your hands over his exposed biceps, you softly caress his skin, making his breath falters aggressively in surprise. planting your fingers over the back of his neck, you play with his short brown hair, tangling your digits in the depth of his scalp.

feebly opening your legs, you pull his body into yours, letting his torso grind against your breast - gently feeling your nipples hardens to life.

‘what are doing?’ he asks, voice strained and pained as he dreadfully restrains himself from ever going too far.

‘mh’ nuzzling your nose over his cheek, you shrug your shoulders innocently. ‘nothing gege’

biting down gently on his jaw, you feel your body ignites with lust as he strangles your hips with his hands. gasping and inaudibly moaning into your neck, as you play with him.

‘you can’t be teased’ tracing the outline of his adam’s apple, you lay two fingers on his thumping heartbeat. ‘remember?’

he growls huskily, feeling your lips graze softly over the shell of his ear.

‘you’re having fun?’ caleb sends your back flat against his car. taking a step towards you, he steps inside you parted legs.

you giggle, withdrawing your face from his neck. looking up at him, you nod, resting your palms over the hard flesh of his toned pecks.

‘hugging you is always fun’

he ‘tch’ his tongue harshly against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head as he looks up at you through his brows.

‘uh-uh, i bet’ lowering his head to yours, he faintly glides his parted lips over your exposed neck.

‘but’ following the outline of your face, he pampers your skin with little ghost kisses. ‘ i don’t think hugging me, is all you wanna do’

stopping right besides your lips, he smiles. cupping the back of your head with his hand, as he nuzzles his nose over your cheek - copying your every little move.

‘am i right baby?’

‘who knows’ you shrug, tangling your arms behind his neck.

‘then, i’ll test my theory out’ smiling right over your mouth, he breaths a heavy breath out. ‘if you don’t mind’

humming, you sense his lips finally rest over yours, making your eyes faintly roll in the back of your head.

slowly dragging your lips with his, he slithers his tongue around your mouth. teasing and dragging yours around, as you greedily chase after him.

‘caleb’ you pull on his hair, making his smile only enlarge as he shushes you with his mouth.

‘jus’ lemme play a bit’ sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he groans hearing your little whimper as he drifts away from you once again. ‘be good’

opening his mouth, he finally lets his tongue glide over yours. caressing your wet flesh with his, as his lips hovers over yours, devouring your face in a heated kiss.

‘was it worth it’ he asks, gliding his thumb over your chin. ‘teasing me’

‘i swear if you pull away from me one more time i’ll - uhmp!’

smirking, he covers your lips with his. sensually guiding your mouth to follow his as he finally makes out with you.

hand deep into your scalp, he guides your face closer, allowing his lips to go even deeper in you - finally exploring what he yearned for.

‘you could’ve just asked’ he taunts in a whisper, cupping the back of your neck in his large hand. ‘i would’ve given it to you’

‘i would’ve begged you’

ZAYNE

‘are quite sure you’re all right?’

the glacial surface of the stethoscope made your breath gently hitch in your throat as it strokes gentle lines across your exposed chest area.

‘sure’ an unexpected rugged moan, left you speechless. cheeks reddening right under his very eyes, you swiftly clear your throat tucking a loose strands of hair behind your ear. ‘i’m fine, thanks’

gliding his stethoscope around your burning flesh, he nods.

‘thanks again for - uh’ intaking a quick breath, you close your eyes shut. shivering under his touch as the icy sensation hugs the plush skin of your breast.

‘did that hurt?’ slightly preoccupied by your sudden reaction, zayne tucks the stethoscope around his neck.

‘no’ you laugh feebly, covering your embarrassed face with your hands. ‘it was just really cold’

‘oh’ relieved, he exhales. shaking his head, he uses the pad of his middle finger to inch higher up his nose his fallen glasses. ‘very well then’

‘at least i know your reflexes are working’

again, you laugh.

lifting your chin upwards, you open your eyes, letting his cold digits glides right under it. cupping it in a delicate manner, he angles your face to him.

‘look at my nose, please’ following his instructions, you let your eyes lock over the small curve of his nose - right where his glasses rest comfortably on his face.

unconsciously stroking your cheek with his thumb, he moves his little flashlight left to right as he examines your neurological response.

‘perfect’ he hums softly, his face almost hovering over yours. ‘keep going f’me, we’re almost done’

your lips part in a soft sigh, as his tone sends shivers down your spine.

‘thank you for being so patient’ a soft ‘click’ lingers in your ears, as the bright light disappear from your eyesight.

you nod. your whole system melting as it falls prisoner of a deep drunken state as his body loiters so close to yours. ‘always’

‘are…’ he sighs heavily, sliding his hand lower onto your body, as he cups the back of your neck in his hold. ‘are you sure you’re fine?’

‘yeah’ you moan, leaning deeper into his touch. ‘why’d you ask?’

your eyelids suddenly feel like cement against your skin. trembling you try to keep them open, as your eyes glides softly over the outline of his full lips.

‘cause you’re looking at me’ zayne’s heart skips a beat as he watches your dazed out expression. half hidden eyes following every curvature of his parted lips as your teeth sink deeply into your bottom lip. ‘like you want something’

‘and’ without listening to his better judgment, he lowers his face to yours. ‘i’m not sure if i can give it to you’

sensing the tip of his nose graze softly against yours, you close your eyes, parting your legs even further apart form him to just slip in.

‘zayne’

almost enchanted by the soft languid tone of your voice, he steps in, closing the distance in between your bodies. foolishly smiling as he feels your legs, slither around his waist - locking him in place.

his lips brush against yours, setting your flesh on fire. graciously he lays little chaste kisses all over your mouth, letting you bathe in the agonizing anticipation.

‘please - uhmp!’

sensually his mouth latches onto yours. his tongue softly hugging yours in a firm yet gentle hold.

his hands travel lovingly over your body. cupping the back of your head, he angles your face to the side, letting his mouth deepens right over yours. flattening his other hand over the small of your back, he sustains your body - letting you just melt against him as your mind hazed away.

‘ah-ah’ your eyes roll back, as soon as you feel soft pressure on your tongue. grinding faintly against his hard on, you let your head fall to your shoulder as zayne keeps leniently sucking on your tongue.

‘this’ he talks suddenly. breath heavy and pink glossy lips totally stealing your attention away from his words. ‘is highly unprofessional’

you nod mindlessly, not even listening as you watch him slowly remove his glasses from his face. letting them dance gently in between his digits as he looks down at you.

your gaze lingers down, over to his hands. large veiny and powerful as they play with the texture of his glasses.

and, oh shit

you can’t help but smile at the erotic scene in front of you. you’re everywhere on him. lips, chin, face and now the imprint of your nose it’s sprawled all over his lenses.

zayne lays his, now, dirty glasses down, on a little table right next to your figure.

inching his hand over your back, he follows your spine - making your back arch right into his torso. he stops when he reaches the start of your hair, tightly wrapped inside a high ponytail.

he tangles his hand around your hair, twisting your locks around his palm and digits. gasping, you feel him push your head back.

‘i do apologize, sweetheart’

with a low growl, he slides his tongue back into your mouth. finally devouring your face as the new angle, gifted his strokes a new founded depth.

lips desperately clinging onto one another, you tauntingly pull onto his hair - making a little whimper slide past his pinkish lips.

again

pulling onto it again, you press your clothed pussy right against his hidden erection.

‘it’s curious’ he breaths out, almost in a whisper over your skin. ‘i’m your doctor’

swiftly kissing your lips, he caresses your skin, releasing them with a faint ‘pop’.

‘i should know better’ kissing the side of your mouth, he pulls on your hair, making you part your lips as you gasp right over his mouth. ‘i’m supposed to cure you’

feebly he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

‘tend at your every wound’ gliding his tongue over his love bite, he soothe your pulsing flesh. ‘but now’

he hugs your body tightly, squishing your torso flat against his chest. again, pulling onto your ponytail, he hovers his face over your lips. speaking over your reddening flesh, he smiles feeling your thumping heartbeat vibrates though his whole body.

‘there’s not a single part of me sane enough to do that’

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Bruce offered additional pay to have a single dorm (Alfred bribed the board) Harley randomly showed up at his apartment because she was hiding from her prick of an ex and didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“SANCTUARY.”

“Please don’t yell at me. I punch when I’m startled.”

“Okay sorry.”

“Would you like some tea while I beat him up?”

“Yes”

Oliver specifically requested a transfer to Gotham for his final year, and decided to make this introverted bitch’s life as hard as possible.

Also.

Bruce somehow acquired a baby child from crime alley while he was picking up groceries (ramen noodles and monster drinks) and his only motivation to graduate is look good on the application.

He’s in a perpetual state of “I miss my baby so much I have to go see him” and “I am night. I am vengeance. I— Harley. Please stop taking my eyeliner. It’s unhygienic.”

“Blah blah blah, I’m gonna be a Crazyologist, not a nurse.”

“Bruce we’re literally 4 hours away from your place”

“Ollie please drive me.”

“God — FUCK ok. Only if you PROMISE I’ll be godfather.”