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The sun is beating down, far too bright for the storm brewing in Caleb’s gut. If looks could actually kill, those two idiots you were talking with would already be buried six feet under the sand.
Caleb isn't even pretending to enjoy the view anymore. Usually, he’s the man who keeps his shit together regardless of the chaos around him. Not today. Today, his posture is stiff, he's sitting there with his eyes narrowed, tracking every single movement of yours like a hawk eyeing a particularly troublesome mouse. Every time you laughed at one of those strangers' pathetic little jokes his jaw tightens visibly. A muscle jumping in his cheek, a sign that his internal monologue was probably steps away from committing homicide.
Xavier looks annoyed as fuck, but Caleb looks like he’s ready to exert enough gravitational force to sink this entire beach into the ocean just to get you away from the crowd.
When you finally walk back to them, playing the part of the innocent little lamb, the silence that greets you is deafening.
"What are you two scowling about?" you ask innocently, acting as if you have no idea about the effect you just had on them. "Is everything okay?"
You reach out, plucking the tropical drink right out of Xavier’s hand. The condensation is cold against your palm and you take a long, slow sip, letting the sweetness of the pineapple linger, watching them over the rim of the glass.
Xavier’s voice cuts through the sound of the crashing waves, sounding almost breathless. "Did you have fun?"
It’s a stupid question. Of course you had fun playing them like fiddles. You don't give him a verbal answer right away. Instead, you perform a slow show, settling onto your stomach on the lounger. You make sure to arch your spine just enough to make the minimal fabric of your bikini bottom strain against your ass. You know exactly what you're doing. You can feel it the sudden stillness of the two men.
"Nope," you drawl, tossing the word out like a piece of bait. It drips with a feigned, sugary nonchalance that you know is driving them absolutely mad.
Xavier shifts beside you, his voice rougher somehow. "How about we go back to the hotel so you can wear something else?"
You don't rush. Why would you? You turn your head, letting your hair spill across your shoulder and lock eyes with Caleb.
"I... really... like... this... bikini," you murmur, stretching the words out. You’re practically tasting the mischief on your tongue as you say it.
Satisfied with the havoc you’ve wreaked, you turn back to face forward towards the ocean, reaching up to adjust the top of your swimsuit. You make it slow. Methodical. An exquisite torture of shifting skin and straining fabric.
Suddenly, the silence isn't peaceful anymore. It's heavy. Dangerous. You can feel the exact moment Caleb stops pretending to be the polite gentleman. The atmosphere shifts and the sand beneath your towel vibrates with localized pressure.
The heat of the midday sun is suddenly eclipsed by the two men looming over you. It’s funny, really, the way they hover, like twin storms brewing on the horizon, threatening to break at any second.
Xavier is the first to lean in, crowding your space until his scent fills your senses. "You and every other guy around here seem to like it too," he mutters "Maybe a little too much."
You just shrug. A tiny, dismissive motion of your shoulders that says so what? You know exactly which buttons you're jamming, and seeing them rattle is far too satisfying to stop now.
Deciding to raise the stakes, you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. From this point, you can see the conflict written all over their faces. You look from Xavier's simmering frustration to Caleb’s darkening expression, a cheeky grin spreading across your lips.
"What's the matter, boys?" you tease, your voice airy and entirely too provocative for the situation. "Can't handle a little friendly chat?"
Caleb doesn't join in the verbal sparring. He’s never been one for games once his temper starts to simmer. Instead, he leans in too and presses your plush, white towel into your hands.
"Here," he commands, his tone clipped, lacking its usual warmth. "Wrap this around yourself."
You look down at the towel, then peer up at him through your lashes, refusing to budge. "But I'm not wet yet" you counter, injecting a note of stubbornness into your voice. You hold the towel loosely, making absolutely zero effort to actually cover up.
Xavier lets out a sigh so heavy it sounds like a groan of pure exasperation. He closes the final inch of distance until his lips are brushing the shell of your ear.
"Either you wrap that towel around your body or I'll bend you over this chair to fuck that attitude out of you... and give those guys a much bigger show than you've already given them."
A soft laugh escapes your lips, bright and reckless. "What makes you think I wouldn't like that?" you let the implication hang there, heavy and humid. "Maybe I want them to watch..."
You realize, perhaps a second too late, that you haven't just poked the bear, you’ve walked right into its den and started dancing.
Moving with a calculated slowness, you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the lounger. You stand, taking your sweet time to tug at the hem of your bikini bottoms and readjust the delicate straps of your top, knowing damn well their eyes are tracking every millimeter of skin you reveal.
"I think I'm going to enjoy the rest of our time here before we head back to the hotel," your confidence masks the slight flutter in your chest. You slide your sunglasses on, the dark lenses creating a barrier between your mischievous eyes and their intense scrutiny.
With a theatrical toss of your hair you turn your back on them and begin to walk toward the shoreline, ensuring every stride carries an exaggerated sway of your hips. You can feel them. Like heat lamps, their gazes are scorched onto your skin, tracking the movement of your body with hungry focus.
The sand is warm, yielding beneath your soles as you approach the frothing edge of the tide. The rhythmic hush hush of the waves provides a soothing soundtrack to the internal riot you've just ignited.
Just as the first wave licks at your ankles, you pause to glance back over your shoulder, peering over the rims of your shades with a grin that is equal parts angel and devil.
"Aren't you two coming?"
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"Caleeeeb..." you whine, the name stretching out into a plea that’s all desperation. "Why are you doing it like that?"
You are sprawled across the king sized bed, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Your bikini is a crumpled afterthought on the carpet, abandoned the moment the door clicked shut. Right now, the only thing that matters is the weight of Caleb’s hands. His grip on your thighs is firm, forcing your legs wide open to grant him total access.
He isn't rushing and that's the problem.
His mouth is a warm, wet heaven, but he’s treating you like a gourmet meal he intends to savor for hours. His tongue swirls against your clit with slow precision, each stroke deliberate, making your vision blur.
Minutes bleed into one another. Your back arches instinctively while your knuckles turn white from gripping the expensive sheets. The pleasure is building, coiling tight in your gut, but it’s a cruel buildup that refuses to peak. It’s too slow. Too careful. It’s driving you insane.
In a fit of frustration you toss your head back against the pillows, hips bucking uselessly against his face. "Stop making out with my pussy!" you snap, with a hint of the bratty attitude that got you into trouble earlier.
A low chuckle rumbles against your inner thigh. Caleb lifts his head just enough to flash you one of his stupid grins before he uses his fingers to spreeeead your folds apart, and with a brazen lack of ceremony, he spits directly onto your pulsing clit.
The slick moisture of his saliva mixes with your arousal making your toes curl into the mattress. You can feel the wetness begin to trickle, a warm trail sliding down toward your ass.
And then, the trap closes.
While Caleb remains positioned between your legs the air near your ear is displaced by someone else. Xavier. "What did we say about sassing?"
The illusion of control, that precious, flickering thing you’ve been clinging to all day finally snaps.
Below you, Caleb’s hands change, his fingers dig deep into the soft flesh of your thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"You have two options," Xavier’s voice rolls over you, heavy and authoritative "You can be quiet and take what we give you..." slowly, he swipes his tongue over the peaking tip of your breast, making your insides quiver.
"So soft," he breathes against your skin.
You try to summon a spark of defiance, but your voice betrays you, wobbling as you whisper, "...Or?"
"Or..." he continues, his tone hardening into something darker "I will find something to shove inside that bratty mouth and take what we want anyway. So, what’s it gonna be?"
Panic and desire collide in your chest, and you slam your mouth shut, catching a small, pathetic whimper behind your teeth.
"Good girl," Xavier murmurs. The praise is a reward, but it’s gone before you can even bask in it.
In a transition from tenderness to torment, he nips you. His teeth sink around your nipple until a cry builds in the back of your throat, a loud moan that begs to be released but you fight it. You bite your lower lip hard, desperately trying to keep quiet.
But the charade of silence collapses. There’s no pretending you’re composed anymore, not when Caleb decides to reward your temporary submission with a brand of pleasure that is unapologetically cruel.
Down below, he stops the slow swirl of his tongue for something far more direct. He runs the tip of his tongue in long, sweeping strokes, moving from your entrance all the way up to your clit, over and over again. Each pass is a lightning strike to your nerves. Just as you think you might shatter, he drives a finger deep into your core, hooking it to stroke that singular spot that makes your brain go fuzzy.
That needy sound you’ve been trying to swallow spills out of you in a loud moan. Resolve? Gone. Silence? Forgotten.
"Caleb, please..." The words tumble out of you "More... god, I need more..."
"She sounds so sweet when she begs, doesn't she, Caleb?"
There’s no answering him verbally, mostly because you can barely remember how to breathe when Xavier’s hand tightens around your breast, squeezing just shy of pain. Your nipple aches under the pressure, yearning for more.
"Do it again," Xavier is enjoying this too much to let you off easy. "Beg for it, and maybe we'll make you feel good."
He runs his tongue over your nipple again, a wet caress that makes you squeeze your eyes shut. Caleb makes it worse when he slides a second finger inside you.
Your orgasm is no longer a possibility, it's an inevitability. It’s a tightening coil of white hot tension winding tighter and tighter behind your navel.
A breathless smile touches your lips. Because even as they pin you down, even as they dictate your every breath and moan, you know the truth, you haven't just survived the hunt. You've mastered it. You have these two powerful, lethal men wrapped so tightly around your finger that they'd burn the world down just to hear you ask for one more thing. And the view from the edge of oblivion is spectacular.
"God, you are such a fucking brat, all you had to do was behave yourself, and we would have fucked you the way you deserve." Xavier’s coordination is terrifying, he reaches around to pinch and roll your both of your nipples, timing the tugging perfectly with the thrusts of Caleb’s hand below.
The edge is right there, shimmering in the periphery of your consciousness.
"I'm gonna... Fuck, baby..." your voice breaks, eyes rolling back.
You are soaring, ready to leap through the golden gates of heaven and dissolve into pure bliss.
And then, someone slams the doors shut in your face.
Just as the first tremor of your climax begins to ripple through your pelvis, just as the explosion should have detonated, the world abruptly freezes.
Both men stop. Simultaneously.
"Wait, no!"
Xavier grabs your wrists and hauls your arms up, pinning them securely above your head. He anchors you to the bed, rendering you immobile, stripping away your ability to chase the ghost of the friction you were just drowning in. Your orgasm collapses in on itself. Instead of a tidal wave, it becomes a pitiful, lukewarm drizzle, fizzling out into a frustrated ache that leaves you whimpering and twitching helplessly.
You look down to meet Caleb’s gaze, he is watching you struggle against the emptiness.
"Did you really think, after today, that you deserved to cum so fast?" Caleb mocks you, his voice infuriatingly calm. "You haven't earned that pleasure yet, brat."
Hot, stinging tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring the sight of the two men standing victorious over their wreckage. Your chest heaves, your lungs struggling to catch enough air to fuel the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Your nerves are screaming, clawing at the air for the release they were promised, only to find… nothing.
"If you wanted to be touched, you just needed to ask," Xavier says, his voice devoid of apology. He gives your wrists a sharp tug, a reminder that while you might have teased them on the beach, here, in this room, the hierarchy is set in stone. "We saw how those fuckers were looking at you. Like you were some kind of trophy. A piece of meat."
"Next time, remember this is what happens when you forget to ask nicely for what you want." Caleb adds.
The humiliation feels like a feverish heat in your cheeks. Trembling, you try to gather yourself. You reach down intending to pull the sheets over your naked body to reclaim some shred of modesty, but the movement is cut short.
Before your hands can even graze your hips Caleb moves, he hooks his hands under you and hoists you up. The cool air of the room is replaced by the heat of his skin when he settles you firmly on his lap, straddling his thick thighs.
Confusion clouds your mind, momentarily overriding lust. You blink up at him, your bottom lip trembling when you whisper, "I thought... we were done?
Caleb doesn't answer with words. Not at first.
Instead, he shifts his hips just a fraction. Through the slick heat of your cunt, you feel the blunt head of his cock catch against your entrance. The sensation is staggering, the hardness of him a wonderful contrast to the void he left moments ago.
"Oh, princess," he murmurs, eyes locking onto yours "That was just a warning. Now comes the lesson."
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your waist with a firmness that says you are no longer allowed to move anywhere.
Then, he begins to push you down.
Your eyes fly wide, pupils dilating until the world turns dark at the edges. A choked gasp hitches in your throat when you feel the tip of his cock stretch you open.
Your head swims when you feel the unmistakable chill of his metal piercings. Whenever he enters you like this, the stark temperature contrast makes your cognitive functions simpy evaporate.
"One..." Caleb grunts. He’s counting. You aren't sure if he’s tracking the depth...
"Two... Three..."
Or if he’s obsessively noting the way your walls pulse and catch against each individual piercing, trying to mold themselves around him.
"Four... Five... Six..."
By the time he reaches seven you are seeing stars, then with one final surge, he gives your waist a grounding shove. He sheaths that last, agonizing inch, burying himself so deeply that your pubic bone crashes against his, seating you fully atop his cock.
"...Eight."
His hands move to your hips, pinning you to him with immovable strength as he begins to rotate his pelvis. He works his cock in slow, shallow circles, dragging the textured metal against your interior in a way that makes your eyes flutter closed.
"Look at me," he orders, eyes burning into yours, "this is how it feels to be ours."
A shaky moan breaks from your lips, especially when you feel Xavier’s hands swoop around from behind, his palms squeezing your breasts with a grounding weight. Between the two of them, you are caught in a vice of pure masculine intent.
Desperate for the pleasure they stole from you, you stop fighting the rhythm and start leading it. You lean into the sensation, rolling your hips in a searching grind, trying to milk every possible drop of friction from the hard, pierced cock buried inside you.
Every time you grind your ass against Xavier's thickening cock, you feel the shudder that goes through him.
"Don't be greedy, bunny," Xavier warns right against the curve of your ear "If you keep pressing your ass against my dick like that, I'm going to fuck it."
Caleb continues his rhythm undeterred by your growing impatience. "Careful what you wish for, Xavier's not quite as patient as me. He might just decide to take exactly what he wants."
But warnings are useless when you're standing on the edge of a cliff. Logic has fled the room, replaced by a reckless kind of courage.
"And that would be a problem... why?" you manage to pant out, rolling your hips again.
Xavier lets out a sharp huff of air and delivers a brutal thrust forward with enough force to knock the wind from your lungs.
"Because, once I start, I won't stop," he grinds harder, pinning you against Caleb's lap. "And right now, your little cunt is far too busy milking his cock to handle anything else."
"Is that what you want?" Caleb asks "To be fucked until you can't even walk straight tomorrow?"
You don't even hesitate. A shameless nod is your answer followed by a whispered "Yes".
That's all it takes to shatter the last of Xavier's restraint. He spits crudely into his palm, coating his fingers with saliva. Before you can process the lewd gesture, he's pressing the slick fingers against your back entrance.
"Do you deserve it?"
"I don't..." you sob, the truth tumbling out in a broken plea "But I need you right now, Xav... please!"
Without a single moment of warming you up, he presses the head of his cock against your tight, puckered hole. Your body reacts instinctively, your ass clenching tight around the intrusion in an unready squeeze.
But Xavier has no intention of being gentle.
He doesn't stop until he's bottomed out, balls thudding against the underside of your cheeks. The sudden stretch makes your back arch into a bow. Your fingers scramble blindly, digging into Caleb’s chest, trying to find purchase in a world that is spinning out of control.
"Fuck, Caleb..."
"What?"
"I can feel your fucking piercings," Xavier groans when Caleb's piercings slide against his cock inside you, creating a dizzying friction.
Caleb doesn't offer an apology. Instead, his hands slide down to grip your ass and spread your cheeks wide to give Xavier better access. When he begins to thrust again, his rhythm picking up a new, more aggressive tempo, he lets out a satisfied smirk. "You're welcome"
"Xav, baby, I need you to move... please!"
Your hips are working on their own, trying to find some kind of equilibrium in the impossible fullness of being stretched in two directions at once.
Behind you, Xavier is fighting a war with his own restraint. He’s tensing, his muscles corded and rigid, trying to ensure he doesn't lose the battle and spill himself the second he starts to move.
"Hold on to Caleb and remember that I love you, star" he murmurs, his breath making your skin prickle. "Because in about five seconds, it’s going to feel like I don't."
It’s an ominous warning, a dark omen of the storm to come. And then, he delivers.
He pulls back, a slow retreat that leaves you feeling hollowed out for a split second, until only the very tip of him remains inside your ass. Then, he buries his entire length deep inside you in an unyielding lunge.
Your mouth falls open in a silent, wide eyed plea for oxygen, but there is no relief to be found. Every time they move Caleb thrusting into your front while Xavier hammers into your back the air is driven out of you.
Caleb notices your breathless state. He leans in and catches your lower lip between his teeth. It’s a teasing nip that makes you jump, but before the sting can even register, he releases it, his tongue darting out to lave over the skin.
"You wanted to be fucked stupid, princess?" he asks, his voice dripping with a terrifying sort of affection.
You want to tell him yes. You want to scream it. But you can't.
Xavier lets out a low chuckle as he watches your head loll back, your eyes glazed and unfocused. "We're getting there...fuck... she just lost her ability to talk."
Caleb throws his head back, the tendons in his neck stand out, his muscles coiled and flexing as he chases his pleasure.
Tears track hot paths down your cheeks as you sob, the words barely making it past your lips. "I can't... I can't...anymore!"
"Yes, you can, you stubborn little thing," Xavier whispers against your shoulder "Look at how well you're doing. Look how much you're taking."
The world starts to tilt. There is no up or down, no before or after "It's too good... it's... Xav, I'm... I'm about to..."
"You don't need my permission, bunny, don't you dare hold back now."
"Caleb..."
"Cum for us. I'll be right there with you."
With a swipe of his finger against your clit, Caleb sends you hurtling over the edge. Your entire body convulses, a beautiful earthquake of pleasure that detonates behind your eyes and turns your vision into a blinding white haze.
Caleb's hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he slams up into your spasming cunt, his own orgasm building rapidly.
"Fuck!" Caleb moans, his eyes squeezing shut as the first hot, thick spurt of his release paints your cervix.
"Shit, I'm so close too," Xavier pants harshly "Don't you dare fucking stop, Caleb!"
The world finally goes quiet. You collapse, a heap of trembling limbs, your face buried in the crook of Caleb’s neck as you struggle to remember how to breathe.
After a long, quiet moment, a strange sound bubbles up from your chest. A giggle. It starts small, a breathless, incredulous little thing, before it breaks into a full blown, exhausted laugh. Caleb looks down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, a trace of amused warmth breaking through his usual mask.
Still laughing, you tilt your head back to meet his gaze, eyes bright with relief. "You two... you seriously need to get that jealousy under control."
Caleb’s brow furrows, his expression shifting into something more serious, more possessive. He cups your chin, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip in a gesture that is almost tender if you ignore the hard, demanding edge in his eyes.
"We don't want you talking to guys like that anymore," he states, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
"You can't just order me..." you protest, though the strength is barely there in your voice.
"We can, and we will," Xavier interrupts, rolling his hips lazily against your backside, stirring the warm, heavy mess of his release inside you. "See, that's where you're wrong, bunny. It's our cum filling you up right now. Not theirs."
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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Xavier pulled you closer, your fronts molding tightly against each other, his hands wandering lower and lower as you snaked yours around his neck.
Blush creeped on your face even in the darkness of the club as his hands finally stopped, cupping a handful of your behind.
”X-xavi, we’re in public!”
You squaled, your face hidden against his chest. You could feel his low chuckle before his hands kneaded, and your body pressed even tighter against his.
”It’s a club, nobody is paying attention to us.”
He answered against the skin below your ear, before landing a couple of kisses down to the junction of your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin and your breath escaped you.
”Has your brother ever taken you to a club?”
He asked amidst peppering your skin with slow, open mouthed kisses, and your eyes were fluttering shut.
”My brother? You mean Caleb? N-no I don’t think he is the clubbing type.”
You answered, leaning more into his touches, your body pliant as putty in his hold.
”Oh, really?”
He hummed shortly, before his lips attached back to the sweet spot below your ear and sucked, making you keen.
Unbeknownst to you, his gaze lazily fixed forward, meeting a pair of violet-amber eyes hiding in the crowd as he soothed over the kissed spot with his tongue, and smiled.
a/n. starapple my beloved, also why do I enjoy torturing Caleb lately lmaoo. This was heavily inspired by the jealous starapple posts I’ve been seeing lately, kudos to all brilliant minds in this fandom.
An AU where you, the empress, unexpectedly falls in love with two of your concubines.
BYR: Threesome, reader is intoxicated while having sex, but so are Xavier and Caleb. Both characters are referred to their Chinese names. Not entirely historically acurate (I am sorry), cunninglingus and fingering. Heavy praise.
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As the daughter of the emperor, you were tasked with many arduous responsibilities. Shouldering the pressure of becoming the future heir of the empire, becoming knowledgeable about how the world works was of your utmost priority. You’re a highly educated woman. Ranking among the top students at your school, your intellectual prowess is one of your most redeemable qualities. Your father is well aware of this attribute. He has no uncertainty regarding your capabilities to rule the empire. However, one matter raises concern: your lack of interest in the concubine that he has provided for you. None of the suitable bachelors seems to be to your taste. Each week, a few men are sent back to their hometowns, making more room for future men to hopefully conquer your iron heart. You don’t dare to concern yourself with such frivolous things, worried that it might deter you from your engagements, though your father reminds you that an heir must be created to assure the success of the transfer of power through generations.
You’re not trying to be difficult, but with your high standards, most of the concubines do not impress you. Although they are certainly beautiful, so much so that their beauty nearly encapsulates you in a trance, there is still a lack of connection. You yearn for a partner with whom you can share ideas and who can keep pace with you and your thoughts. As you walk through the corridors of the palace, you make your way to the library to practice calligraphy. As you enter, you immediately notice the scent of dewy roses and apples sailing through the air. As you walk deeper into the room, the scent gets stronger, and you see a tall man picking up a book from one of the shelves. He immediately stands out with his broad figure and luscious, long hair. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you, as he has yet to acknowledge your presence. You let out a grunt to make yourself known. Upon hearing it, the mysterious man turns around, with crescent eyes looking at you.
“My apologies, my lady. It seems the books have entranced me, and I failed to properly greet you.” He deeply bows to you, his head lowered to the ground, but you could still see his smile through his cheeks.
“There’s no need to apologize. What is your name?” You inquire, surprised that someone in the palace had managed to find the library. “Xia Yizhou, my lady. I’m one of the concubines the emperor has sent for you. I was making use of the library to pass the time, but I can leave if you want.”
As he gets back up, the height difference is even greater. Although this could easily intimidate someone, his demeanor is so outgoing and gentle that you see no reason for him to leave. Instead, you are curious as to what book he has picked up. You both sit at one of the chairs near the window that looks out at the mountains and hills. A beautiful spot to talk to a beautiful stranger. The book at hand pertained to physics, and the passion that unleashed in Yizhou’s eye made you more intrigued by his newfound intellectual interest. With great detail, he talks about the invention of the compass, its mechanics, and how it was made. You both exchange different anecdotes of passing knowledge, feeding off each other's intellectual curiosity. In such a short amount of time, you two have become well acquainted. You share the ins and outs of the library, where to look for certain books, as well as some recommendations. By the end, you both part ways, exchanging salutations, Yizhou bowing once again. You feel mirth seep in your heart as you’ve met someone whose presence has you buzzing with great joy.
A week has passed since you’ve acquainted yourself with the gleeful Yizhou. You’ve been busy yourself in the meantime. Learning the trades that are taking place in the empire, and the upcoming meetings that are to be held with other rulers. After finishing your lessons, you meet with your father to discuss the preparations for the meeting. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. This would be your first time being exposed to highly powerful people who have important connections to your empire. “Do not allow them to instill fear in you.” Your father says, and you understand what he means by that. Very few women are in these rooms, and you are aware that you must constantly prove yourself to be worthy of ruling. Shortly after giving you plenty of advice, your father excuses himself to see the family physician. To gather more intel, you decide to visit the training grounds, hoping to inquire about the state of the military and their trainees. The gentle cool breeze waves your hair through the air, the grass as green as emeralds. You walk onto the sunny path, watching men fight each other with wooden swords. You could’ve easily missed it, but from the corner of your eye, you see a white-haired gentleman, sleeping under the cooling shade of a tree. His looks are akin to an angel. He stands out from the men devoutly fighting. Although the training grounds are loud with screams and grunts, it seems that he is in a deep slumber. You make your way towards the strange sir, hoping to discipline him in front of his comrades. You kneel in front of him, embarrassed that you must lower your stature for this stranger. You dig at his shoulder, and after a few more pushes, the lazy figure emerges from slumber, revealing his deep blue eyes. Upon seeing that he was awakened, you got back up again.
“Should you not be ashamed of yourself? State your name and position.” You say firmly, getting the attention of the other men who were previously too engrossed in their training. However, the stranger doesn’t seem affected by the sudden attention.
He positions himself to greet you. “Good day, my lady. I am Shen Xinghui. As to why I am not training, that would be because I am one of your concubines.”
You’re caught off guard by the reply. You did not expect one of your concubines to be out in the open in the palace. Regardless, it was not as if they were a priority in your mind. You quickly excuse yourself, too embarrassed to collect the intel that you originally wanted. You take the opposite direction of the training ground, leading to the main garden. Although you wish to be alone, the person responsible for your mistake boldly follows you.
“Is there something you need?” Your tone clearly indicates that you are annoyed, but the blue-eyed male seems not to have noticed.
“This is the first time that I’ve met you, my lady. Please, forgive me for troubling you. I am only curious about you.” Despite his audaciousness to follow you, he’s quite shy and gentle; his features are soft, yet you can tell that his build is strong.
“Well, you know me now. Anything else?” The man daringly steps closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. “I'm not sure you are aware of this, my lady, but my father was once a gentry scholar, and his knowledge was passed on to me. If you ever wish to use me for your benefit, I am at your disposal.” Without giving you the time to give a proper refusal, he bows before you and quickly leaves your line of sight. You’re left to wonder the nature of this strange meeting.
A week is left until your meeting, and the closer you get to its date, the busier you are. Piles of files are now at your desk as you try to memorize the numbers and statistics. To say that you are tired is an understatement. You are sleep-deprived, and there’s nothing more you want to do than to sleep for a whole month. You keep your routines consistent in order to maintain a sense of normalcy and control. Every morning, you eat the same breakfast at the same spot, in your study room near the open window. Then, you make it a habit to take a walk through the different gardens in the palace. Overall, there are three of them, and occasionally, you will meet the silver-haired man who is either sleeping or reading a book. Although you are apprehensive about him, you must admit that he piqued your interest, especially when you’ve noticed his good taste in literature. If all is well, you’ll exchange a few words with him. Afterwards, you go back to your office to continue your work. Once it is evening, you have dinner with your father, and if you are lucky, you’ll find Yizhou in the library, and he’ll keep you company as you read through more of the files. You’ve grown accustomed to this routine, anticipating every interaction with the men who have suddenly come into your life. On a rainy day, you see both Yizhou and Xinghui sitting in the library together, discussing the latest invention: the crossbow. With your presence now in their line of sight, their trans-like discussion is put to an end, as both men bow to you.
“You know there’s no need for formalities. Please treat me as a friend from now on. Both men look at each other and hesitantly place themselves back in their seats.
You sit near them, intrigued by their topic of conversation. It’s very rare for you to have time to yourself, and it's a shocking sight to see Xinghui and Yizhou be friends. You let the surprise be a nice one. Their chemistry is unmatched, almost as if they’ve known each other for years. With how close you’ve gotten to both of them, you nearly forget that they are your concubines, and at the thought, your heart skips a beat. As the sky gets darker, you decide to let loose for a bit and get some drinks to share. You’ve earned it, you tell yourself. Both men decide to accompany you to the wine cellar. As you all walk in the hallways of the palace, Yizhou wraps his right arm around your shoulder, while Xinghui's left hand is holding yours. Heat is exchanged between you, and although your heartbeat is beating faster, you feel safe being accompanied this way. Once the wine is retrieved, you somehow end up in the private walls of your bedroom. Both concubines are sitting in front of you. Xinghui is lying on his side while Yizhou is sitting up, both of them looking at you with glee in their eyes as you take another sip of the warm wine. You’ve drunk past your limit, but you can’t stop. The impending date of your meeting is getting closer, only encouraging you to drink more, hoping that it alleviates your anxiety. Yizhou is tipsy, but is still of sound mind. As for Xinghui, the wine has almost no effect on him, despite drinking nearly four glasses of wine. As you complain of the stress that the meeting has put on you, both men keep their sights on you, pity and worry overtaking their original mirth. Before you realize, Yizhou comes behind you to massage your back.
“You poor thing..I hate how much they’ve overworked you.” You can almost hear the pout behind his words. You nearly melt at his touch, his fingers working through the built-up tension. Xinghui looks at you inquisitively; if you weren't so flushed, you’d have noticed the glimmer in his eyes. Now, leaving his leisure position, he crawls up to you.
“You know, there’s a reason we’ve been sent here. We could take care of you…” Xinghui whispers in your ear, which makes the hair on your neck stand up.
Up until now, you’ve tried to keep your heart calm around them, but with the wine, Yizhou’s hand, and Xinghui's sultry gaze, you want to let yourself go for once. As Yizhou presses a particular spot on the back of your neck, a whimper falls out of your mouth, and without a second to waste, both men pounce on you. Xinghui takes the first kiss, as Yizhou takes his time to explore your neck and shoulder with his mouth. The sensation of your head falling back. Sloppy kisses are given to you on any part of your body that is left exposed. It takes work to take your hanfu off, but with great patience, both loving men manage to get you bare. You’re left completely naked, though they seem to join you soon after. Unrobing themselves to reveal their chiseled chest, toned legs, and well, beastly dicks. You’re salivating at the sight alone; pink, leaky heads just ready to be licked and sucked. Though that will have to wait since Yizhou eagerly spreads your legs apart. You’re grateful that you’re drunk because the action alone would have made you have a heart attack. Yizhou inspects your pussy. Separating the lips apart and getting a perfect look at your engorged clit and twitching hole. As you’re about to plead for him to stop, Xinghui pulls you back against his chest, placing your head on his shoulder as he demands a kiss.
“Such a sweet sight..And to think you were keeping this away from us.” A sigh escapes Yizhou’s mouth, lovingly eyeing your core. You had yet to experience something this intimate and adoring, and with Xinghui massaging your breasts as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears, you feel like this is heaven.
Yizhou wastes no time. A pragmatic man, he puts his mouth to work, using the tip of his tongue to eagerly lick a stripe from your clenching hole to your adorable clit before leaving a wet and sloppy kiss on your clit. From the view below, you can see a string of wetness mixed with saliva connected to his lips and your pussy. The hungry concubine dives right back in, enveloping your clit with the heat of his mouth and tongue. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head when Xinghui diverts your attention back to him, positioning himself on your side, greedily sucking one of your tits.
“Such a good girl for us. Shouldering the pain of the world. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. You don’t have to think of anything when you’re with us.” Xinghui sloppily says, saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth.
Yhizou spits on your cunt, spreading the saliva all over your slit, then inserting his index finger. You squirm under the newfound sensation, clenching harshly around the digit. A laugh escapes his mouth as he realises that he can not pull out his finger. “How adorable.” He tauntingly says while adding another finger in, this time making sure to flip the tips of his fingers upwards. A loud moan erupts out of you, your bag arching from the ground as you allow Yizhou to pump his fingers in and out of you. Observing that your poor clit is now getting less attention, Xinghui pushes his thumb past your lip, and you obediently accept, sucking on the finger as you lock eyes with him. At that, Xinghui groans, your pleasure overtaking him. His thumb soon leaves your lips with a loud “Pop!”. The lubricated finger is then placed on your clit, where he rubs soothing circles over it. You don’t know how long this has been going on, but the juxtaposition of Yizhou’s harsh fingers pounding you and Xinghui soothingly massaging your clit, you climax. Hard. Your legs are closing around the man’s hands as you shake violently from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Theeeeere you go. Such a good girl for us!” Yizhou exclaims, lighting, tapping your pussy with his hands, encouraging you to release more of your juices. Xinghui kisses your cheek, occasionally whispering “That’s it,” and “Good job, baby.”
By the time you regain some sense of your body, you are completely limp, ready to pass out at any minute. Sensing this, both men decide to momentarily pause their strenuous activities to clean you up and get you ready for your slumber. “Don’t think this is over just yet. You must pick who’ll pluck your cherry.” Yizhou replies as he calmly pats your head to sleep, your body trapped by the two concubines.
Zayne tops Sylus & Caleb, The only one who can top Zayne is mc
Sylus although he's a switch tops Caleb & With Raf goes back & forth with switching
Xavier tops Sylus, Xav Raf & Caleb fight for dominance
Zayne & Xavier both top mc, Xav bottoms for mc when he's sleepy or hasn't been with her for a while
Zayne tops Raf, Him & Mc tag team Raf
Caleb & Mc get topped by Zayne
& Cuz Val just joined the Relationship, Him & Mc just fuck around atm
Val does top Caleb, Switches with Raf & Sylus constantly, Bottoms for Xav cuz he feels like it & Zayne just tops the fuck outta him, Mc may or may not be topped with him or top him, depends on the days mood
