silky

He's ruining you. Reshaping you. Your tight little hole wasn't built for this, wasn't made for a cock this fat, this long, this mean- and he can't decide if the thought makes him want to pull out and apologize or grab your hips and bury himself to the hilt just to watch you fall apart.

"Shh, shh, hey." His voice has dropped low, rougher than you've ever heard it, and there's something dark flickering in those usually playful eyes. That possessive edge he's hidden for years, now surfacing as he stares down at where his thick cockhead is trying desperately to sink into your fluttering hole, "I've waited so long for this, Pips... For you. We're going to make it fit, okay? I'll take care of you, just like i always have."

His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. So gentle. So caring. So him.

And then his other hand pins your hip to the mattress as he snaps forward, burying every fat inch inside you in one brutal thrust.

"AHHH- CALEB!!" Your scream tears through his quiet apartment, back arching clean off the sheets as your cunt is forced to stretch around him, walls clenching and spasming helplessly against the intrusion.

It's too much -he's too much-, splitting you open on a cock that has no business being attached to a man who watches you like that. All soft, starving devotion. A loyal pup at the feet of its goddess, even while he wrecks you.

"Pips- oh, fuck, there we go," Caleb groans, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, those pretty eyes rolling back slightly as he bottoms out. His pelvis grinds against yours, the root of him stuffed so deep you can feel him in your goddamn stomach. "You're so tight- shit, is it always like this? Is this-"

"Y-you're my f-first too, you idiot," you sob, and something breaks in his expression.

First. I'm her first. She waited for me too.

"Oh, Pipsqueak," he breathes, and now both hands are cradling your face while his hips stay perfectly still to let you adjust. His cock twitches inside you, and you keen. "My sweet girl. I didn't know. I didn't-" He drops his forehead to yours, breath ragged, "I thought- I would've been gentler, I would've-"

"N'just-" You gulp for air, body quaking, "just stay still. M'need to -hah- adjust"

He nods, pressing apologetic kisses all over your tear stained face while his massive length pulses inside your stretched out cunt. But even as he soothes you, that darker part of his mind is calculating.

If I keep her on my cock long enough... if I fuck her through it over and over... her body will learn. She'll mold to me. Only me. She won't be able to take anyone else after this...

Good.

And when your walls finally relax enough for him to move, rolling his hips in a slow, devastating grind that makes your eyes roll back... Caleb learns something else about himself that night...

He was never going to be satisfied with gentle.

“He's a Colonel, right? Doesn't he have the money to afford a hotel?”

“Just because he can, doesn't mean he should waste the money when I have a perfectly comfortable couch available.”

“I sleep on the couch too,” he grumbles into your neck. His huff tickles your skin, and you wiggle in his arms.

You laugh, “when was the last time you actually slept on the couch?”

Maybe before the two of you got together, Xavier would crash on your couch when he was too tired to go up to his place. Now, he has a home in your bed and hasn't looked back since. And you doubt he's going to give up the chance to cuddle up to you at night just because he doesn't want Caleb on your couch.

His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.

You drop the pillow to move to the kitchen, where your phone is resting on the island, but Xavier doesn't let go. You try prying his arms off, but he's like a clingy baby koala.

“Xavier, let go!” You groan, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna see if he’s close.”

“He’s probably stuck in traffic.”

You can't really argue there. Most 9-5s are ending now, and everyone's probably racing home, clogging up the streets. But Caleb will still let you know when he's set to arrive.

Xavier’s hand wanders up your chest, groping the soft mound of your breasts through your—actually his—t-shirt. “And there's plenty of time before he gets here.”

“We shouldn't…” you sigh, but despite your best efforts, your body betrays you as it arches into his palm, leaning into the tender touches. You melt into him, letting your head lean back onto his shoulder.

You've been tense the past few days, prepping for Caleb's arrival by fixing up your apartment and keeping Xavier’s growing, green monster at bay. Letting off a little steam with him won't be so bad…

“Okay,” you relent, turning yourself to face him. He doesn't take his arms off of you, resting them on your ass instead and massaging the soft flesh. “But we have to be quick.”

Xavier responds by kissing you, dipping to grab your thighs and hoisting you up around his waist. Your legs wrap around him as you cling to his neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. He wastes no time bringing you to the bedroom, leaving behind your cellphone.

—

“F-Fuck!” You cry, chest heaving as Xavier’s tongue works a third orgasm from you. Your weak attempts to squirm away only force him to pull you against his tongue so he can continue toying with your swollen bud. Your hands curl into your pillow as more unabashed moans fall from your lips.

He switches his tongue with his fingers and moves to lap at your dripping pussy. “Mm, you taste so good, baby,” he sighs, leaving a kiss on your pussy before diving his tongue back into your fluttering hole. He eats you out like he's starved. Your previous orgasms are smeared across his lips and chin.

“Xavier,” you moan, “I'm gonna come.”

He hums into you, rubbing your clit faster. You fall over the edge again, squealing his name as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

Your body sinks into the mattress in the aftermath, embracing the soft glow of the setting sun enveloping your body and the slight glow coming from Xavier.

When he comes up, settling between your thighs, he slips two fingers into you without warning.

“Ah!” You tense as he glides his fingers between your sensitive walls with a wet shlick! You grab his wrist and push his hand away. “You're insatiable, seriously!”

“So are you.”

You don't deny it, responding only by sticking your tongue out and laying back to try and catch your breath.

But, a faint ringing catches your attention. Your cellphone. You sit up, startling Xavier whose hands had already started wandering back between your thighs.

“Oh no! What time is it?”

You look out the window, catching the sun fading beneath the horizon in an orange and red hue. It's been at least an hour since you got into bed with Xavier from what you can tell.

You rush off the bed only for your legs to buckle. Xavier catches you in time to sit you back on the edge.

“Caleb will probably be here any second!”

“It's okay. Take your time,” he says, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

You breathe in slowly and work your way up to stand like a newborn fawn, Xavier’s hand hovering at your back the entire time. Glance around the room for your scattered clothes, you successfully spot your t-shirt at the base of the bed but not your underwear. You slip your shirt on, foregoing your underwear for now, and rush to the kitchen for your phone that has gone dark again.

There's four missed calls, all from Caleb with the earliest being from ten minutes ago. You frown when you spot the texts he sent between each call.

7:16 PM: why aren't you answering? busy?

7:20 PM: you ignoring me??? :’((

7:23 PM: call me back. i'm here

The last message sends a chill down your spine. It's the most recent message and judging by the timestamp, you hadn't… finished.

Mortification turns to panic when your phone lights up with his smiling photo and rings. You mouth a curse to yourself before swiping to answer his call.

“Hello?” You cringe at the rasp in your voice and clear your throat.

“Where’ve you been? I was gettin’ a little worried.” His response is immediate and almost stern despite his attempts to keep his tone light.

“Sorry, I was, um… busy.” You cringe at your own pathetic excuse and pray he doesn't question it further. It’s even more pathetic when you feel something begin to drip down your thighs.

“Uh huh.”

You wince at his unamused tone and turn the conversation, “So, you're outside my place right now?”

“I'm outside your door.”

You swear your heart stops.

“Oh, okay! One sec then. I have to get dressed.”

Caleb mutters something about you making a guest wait, but you're too busy rushing to the bedroom to hear and hanging up the phone.

Xavier is sitting on the bed with those sad eyes again, leaning against his palms with his sweats hung low on his hips. You can still see the outline of his cock against them.

“Maybe we can continue later,” you offer, leaving him with a chaste kiss before fleeing to the bathroom. His hand moves for yours, but comes just out of reach.

Grabbing your concealer, you get to work covering up the marks Xavier left behind on the column of your throat. Rushing through the process doesn't cover them completely, but you convince yourself it's not too noticeable by the time you get to the third hickey.

He comes into the room behind you, wrapping himself around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder. His frown doesn't leave as you dab away his marks. He preoccupies himself by raising your shirt, revealing your bare center and essence still smeared over your thighs.

“Can you get me a towel?”

“Why?” He swipes at your thigh, collecting your cum, and licks his fingers as you stare at his tongue gliding up each digit. His eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. “I can clean you up without it.”

You tear your gaze away, trying to tamp down the heat rising in your body, and put on the finishing touches of powder. “C-Come on, I can't keep Caleb waiting forever.”

You pull out of his grasp, reaching for a bottle of perfume and spritzing it over your neck before heading toward your drawers for a pair of underwear and shorts with Xavier hovering close behind. Once they're on, you finally get to the front door and open it.

Caleb is there, backpack and duffle bag in hand, with a pink flush across his cheeks and dusting the tips of his ears. His eyes run over your figure, lingering on your bare legs and barely visible hickeys before glancing at a shirtless Xavier, who's still licking you off his fingers.

You can't deny the spark in your chest when seeing his flustered expression. Could he have been at your door while you and Xavier…

He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey. Thought you changed your mind or somethin’.”

“No way!” You reassure, waving him inside, “this will be just like those sleepovers we used to have. I’m not passing that up!”

“Sleepovers?” Xavier mutters under his breath as you guide Caleb to the couch.

“Hey, Xavi,” Caleb chirps as he passes.

“Hi,” Xavier deadpans.

The two of them are reluctant acquaintances at best, brought together only by your close relation to the other. While Caleb enjoys teasing, Xavier only gives him the cold shoulder. They're a nightmare together. One is always trying to draw your attention away from the other, unable to fathom the idea of sharing you or your time.

You huff, grabbing both their jaws to shake their heads. “Behave.”

The last thing you want is for them to start bickering over nothing.

“Sorry, pips,” Caleb laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, baby,” Xavier says, grabbing your wrist to tug you to his chest.

This will definitely be a long week…

—

The three of you agreed to go out for hot pot since Xavier had a coupon, and dinner is pleasant, neither one making any teasing jabs or obviously pretending the other doesn't exist. It's mainly you and Caleb talking about what you've been up to at work while Xavier quietly eats, occasionally making comments.

So by the time you're back at your apartment, Caleb is the first to yawn and get ready for bed, stating he has a longer commute to work now that he's in Linkon.

You wish him a goodnight, reminding him there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet and he can call you if he needs anything, before clicking your bedroom door shut.

Xavier is laying on your bed, in fresh pjs with his eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in a slow, familiar pattern.

You carefully tiptoe through your bedroom to shower and change. When you slip into bed with Xavier, fully intent on cozying up to him and drifting off, he's propping his head up on one arm and looking down at you with lowered lids.

“Is it ‘later’ yet?”

“Huh?”

“You said we’d continue later.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, furrowing your brows, “but Caleb’s here now.”

He positions himself over you, trapping you between his arms. His head falls into your shoulder, nuzzling against the soft skin of your neck. “I’ll be quiet.”

You bite your lip as his stiffening cock brushes against your thigh. When your pussy begins to ache, you want to curse. This is so, so wrong to want while Caleb sleeps behind your door, but that throbbing ache is growing and spreading through your body almost painfully.

“You,” you swallow thickly, “You promise?”

You feel him smile against your skin. “Promise.”

“Okay…”

By the time three of Xavier’s fingers are stuffed inside of your dripping pussy, you have your hands clamped over your mouth. You are still keenly aware that Caleb is just outside your bedroom door, and you pray to whatever benevolent God that is out there that he can't hear the slick sounds of your pussy as Xavier fucks an orgasm out of you with his fingers.

You're hardly recovered when Xavier lines his cock at your entrance, asking, “Can I put it in?”

You nod, still dazed from your orgasm, “mhm.”

“Hm, what was that?” He rocks back and forth at your soaked entrance, teasing your aching pussy. He can slip in anytime he wants, stretch you open so good, but he just has to torture you a little first.

“Yes,” you whisper frantically, blindly reaching behind and scratching his hip to push him in.

“Louder.”

Your eyes flicker towards the door, before you try again. “Please- ahh!”

Xavier fills you without warning, grabbing your jaw before you can bury your face in the pillows. Your moan is loud, uninhibited, practically bouncing off the walls.

“F-Fuck,” you gasp, clamping both hands over your mouth.

When he starts rocking his hips into you, your breathing becomes labored, desperate for mouthfuls of air instead, but you don't trust yourself to remove your hands.

True to his word, Xavier hardly makes any noise, but you on the other hand are struggling to contain your muffled whimpers, “mmph, mhm, mm!”

“I love when you moan my name,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me, baby? Please?”

You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes when he stops moving entirely. You desperately clench around him, urging him to keep moving.

“C’mon,” he pleads, “just once.”

As an internal battle rages in your mind, he plays with your breast while he waits, pinching and rubbing your hardened bud.

“Mmm,” you moan, losing the war in your head and slowly lowering your hands to grip the sheets, “please keep going, Xavier.”

You cry his name again, arching against him as he thrusts into you. When he rolls you into your stomach to fuck you prone, your hands stay balled in the sheets with you lips still parted, moaning with each thrust.

The pleasure flooding your system fogs your mind until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock bullying your sloppy pussy. Your orgasm is quick and pulls another whine from your throat.

“S-So good,” Xavier pants, nosing the shell of your ear. “You make the prettiest sounds.”

You hum at his praise and in the back of your mind hope Caleb is a deep sleeper.

—

In the morning not much is different, except for the pink blush creeping up Caleb’s neck as he stares at the wall when saying good morning.

You promise yourself you won't give in again. Last night was just a moment of weakness and you were only continuing what you had started earlier.

But then night falls and Xavier seems just as insatiable, grabbing you as you shut the door after saying goodnight to Caleb. He has you pressed against the wall, kissing your neck down to your chest. You tear your clothes off soon after and he takes you against the wall this time. Your teeth dig into his shoulder to cover up your whimpers and it only makes him drive his cock into you harder.

And the week goes on, every night Xavier finds new ways to split you open while you try your hardest not to make another sound.

You wish you could say you were doing good at burying your face in the pillows, biting his shoulders, or muffling yourself with your hands. But really, you aren't.

By the end of the week, Caleb is packing his bags and getting ready to move back into his place. You're completely sore all over and littered in hickeys from Xavier’s insatiable need to fuck you every night.

“Bye, Caleb!” You pull him into a hug which he returns fully, even lifting you a bit off your feet. Your body protests with aches jolting through your limbs, but you force down the groan.

He sets you down, steadying you when your legs seem to want to give out. “See ya. Thanks again for hosting me. Maybe we can all go out for hot pot again soon. My treat.”

You laugh with an eager nod, already salivating over all the free food. “Sure, it's a date!”

As soon as you wave off Caleb, Xavier is already grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch.

“Finally,” he mumbles under his breath, pushing you onto the cushions. You sit back as he spreads your legs open and kneels.

“Again?” You squeak.

“The couch smells like him,” he grumbles, pressing down on your clit through your panties. Your legs attempt to shut, but he holds them back.

“I think I owe him a lifetime of therapy bills,” you sigh, resting your head to look up at the ceiling.

Xavier hums as he peels off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder. “But you liked it, didn't you?”

“What?” You tense as his hands slide up your thighs.

“You liked knowing he could hear you.”

“I-”

Did you like it? You don't want your relationship with Caleb to be awkward or tense, but at the same time you've always loved to tease him, testing the limits of how far you could go to make him blush. Knowing that he could hear every filthy moan and creak of the bed, turned you on as twisted as it seemed. Maybe that's why you always gave into Xavier.

He rests both hands on your thighs. “It's okay, you don't need to lie.”

“Are you mad?” You brush back his silvery hair that hides his eyes from you. He's not looking at you, keeping his hardened gaze at your navel.

“No,” he says quietly.

You lean down, cupping his jaw with both your hands to raise his face to look you in the eyes. “I love you. And I choose you—I do. Always.”

For so long your relationship with Caleb had sat on a precarious edge, teetering the line between friends and something more. But, you chose Xavier and whatever line you could've crossed with Caleb was gone.

“I trust you.” His lips curve in a soft smile as he cradles one of your hands. He kisses your palm. “I’m a little jealous, maybe, but never mad.”

The relief is a weight off your shoulder, bringing a smile to your face. You pull him into a kiss that leads to him climbing on top of you, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra.

“I love you too,” he hums, peppering kisses down your collarbone and dipping into the valley of your breasts.

You giggle, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “You know, it's kinda hot when you're jealous.”

He moves down your stomach, kissing the spots where his previous marks begin to fade. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you're always so calm and in control.”

Xavier rarely lets his emotions slip, so much so he comes off as aloof to most people he meets. You know he's anything but though—he’s loyal, gentle, and attentive. Still, it's rare for you to see him display any negative emotions.

“It’s nice to see this side of you once in a while.” Bonus for you, he fucks your brains out with twice the stamina.

“Really? You couldn't wait another couple of hours or somethin’? I swear, you two fuck like rabbits,” Caleb scoffs, dropping his bags to the floor and shutting the door.

You jolt up, grabbing for the blankets to cover up.

“Why are you back?” Xavier grumbles, shifting the blanket higher over your chest.

Caleb bends down to pull a plug from the wall outlet. He responds plainly, “I forgot my charger.”

Instead of leaving with another goodbye, Caleb lingers, eyes grazing over the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He swallows, Adams apple bobbing before tearing his gaze away.

“You know, I really tried ignorin’ it, but after the second night I knew you were doin’ it on purpose,” he says pointedly at Xavier.

“Doing what?” Xavier cocks his head, wide blue eyes looking at Caleb.

Caleb scoffs, “don't play stupid.”

“Play? I'm not playing at anything.” The sickly sweet, oblivious tone in Xavier’s voice drips with derision.

You groan, “stop it, both of you.”

Anymore of this and you'll have to shove them both out of your apartment.

You're about to apologize when Caleb turns his attention to you. “You're not innocent either.”

You huff, looking away, “You're just fun to tease.”

“Tease!? You call that teasin’? You had me rock hard every night,” he groans.

Xavier speaks next, “why don't you help him with that then?”

You turn to Xavier, jaw dropped. That is the last thing you ever expected him to say, especially when he was so pouty about having Caleb around.

“I trust you,” he says simply as if he's reading your incredulous mind. “If this is what you want to do.”

You glance over at Caleb whose red flush has a devious smile crossing your lips. Like you said, so fun to tease. His jaw ticks, sweeping over the marks laid across your skin by Xavier.

You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I do.”

“You’re both okay with this?” Caleb gawks. “Are you sure?”

“Why so shocked? You think you can steal her from me?”

Maybe it's the challenging stare from Xavier or you dropping the blanket from your chest that makes Caleb finally step forward.

“Dunno, let's see.”

—

How did I end up here, you think to yourself when Xavier’s bare chest molds against your back. His warm hands slide up the curve of your stomach to your breasts, fondling each of them.

I don't ever want to leave, you decide when Caleb slips into view in front of you. His eyes flit over your exposed body, committing every curve to memory. There are hickeys left by Xavier on your neck and chest, some fresh others fading, placed throughout the week. Your nipples are pebbled thanks to Xavier’s teasing fingers, pinching and rubbing, and even lower, your drooling cunt is weeping down your thigh.

Caleb smears your slick up your thigh, tracing your folds and fluttering hole. He teases the tip of his finger into the heat of your cunt that attempts to clench around nothing.

You shudder and groan, trying to hide your face in Xavier's neck, but he takes your chin to guide you back. His grip is firm, but he isn't rough as he turns your attention back onto Caleb.

“Why are you running away already?” Xavier coos into your ear, soft lips brushing down the sensitive skin of your neck. He presses light kisses against faded hickeys. “We’re just getting started.”

“More,” you moan, leaning into Xavier's lips and shifting your hips against Caleb’s curious fingers.

“Sit then,” Xavier instructs.

You comply, pulling yourself out of their grasp to settle on the couch with your dripping cunt on display. Your hands trail down your body, playing with your tits before sinking lower to press your swollen bud, soaking in the rapt attention of the two men.

Caleb can't take his eyes off your pretty pussy, barely holding himself back from ripping your hand away to replace it with his tongue.

Xavier watches your mouth part, sighs and gasps spilling out of it. He nudges Caleb, pulling him out of his trance. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”

He doesn't need to speak twice. Caleb gets down between your thighs like it's his home, taking your fingers and replacing them with his. He dips one finger into the entrance of your slick heat that eagerly welcomes him in.

“Mm, I can take more,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. “Please, Caleb.”

He curses under his breath and moves forward, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you as if he’s still hesitant.

Your fingers curl through his hair, nudging him closer, as you nod your silent permission.

Once his lips meet your clit, he dives into a frenzy like he's been completely starved. He licks and sucks, simultaneously fingering you, curling his digits against your spongey walls.

You writhe against his attention. Your thighs threaten to squeeze around his head as your hand tugs his hair, but Xavier slips beside you, keeping you spread.

“My pretty girl,” Xavier hums, kissing your neck, “you're doing so good for us.”

Caleb spreads your folds, replacing his finger with his tongue, dipping into your center to taste you.

With Xavier whispering praise in your ear and Caleb devouring your pussy, it's no surprise when you come on his tongue, gushing and crying out his name.

“You taste so good,” Caleb gasps, pulling your thighs over his shoulder.

You whimper, trying to squirm away when Caleb’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue spreads you open to clean up every drop of cum. Your thighs tremble around his head as he laps at you with a flat tongue. “Ngh, I-I can't,” you pant, clawing at the couch when the sensitivity grows too much.

Caleb lets out a choked noise as he's abruptly ripped from your pussy. With the stimulation gone, you look down to see Xavier has a tight grip on Caleb's necklace, holding him back like he’s nothing but a dog on a leash.

His dog tag and charm sway against the column of his neck as a red flush creeps up the base. Caleb pants, your cum still smeared down his chin and lips, leaving behind a glossy sheen.

“That’s enough,” Xavier commands, authority dripping from his voice. Cold blue eyes glare down on him. A rare look on Xavier, you hardly even see him fight Wanderers with such intensity.

“F-Fine,” Caleb chokes out, gritting his teeth when Xavier tugs once more before releasing him. He climbs to his feet. Caleb towers over you, limp on the couch, with a predatory gaze. Arousal pools in your stomach again as you look at the bulge straining against his pants.

“Need help with that?” You lay your hand flat against him, feeling the thickness of his cock against your palm.

“Fuck yes,” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand to rub him through his pants.

Xavier taps your thigh and gestures for you to move up. He slips in behind you and sits you back down on his lap where you feel his own stiff cock press against your ass.

“Go on.” Xavier nudges your hand, guiding it against Caleb’s bulge. “Put your lips on his cock, baby.”

You unzip Caleb's pants with trembling fingers because Xavier takes his own cock out to tease against your entrance, smearing your juices over himself, before he slips in. You paw at Caleb’s abdomen as the stretch pulls a moan from you.

Xavier grinds you down on his cock, holding your hips to rock you back and forth. He takes his time with your body, moving slowly to let you feel him fully inside you.

You’re clenching around him—desperate to have his finger on your clit, bounce you on his cock, kiss your neck. But he falls against the cushions, watching you writhe and tense, with a lowered gaze, no intention of going any faster than the languid pace he set.

You try to sneak your hand between your legs, but Caleb catches your wrist.

“Don't-” he gasps, gripping your wrist to guide you back to his cock, “don't forget about me.”

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the fabric over his cock. “Sorry,” you murmur, slipping your hand into his pants to pull him free.

Caleb bucks into your hand when you wrap around his thick girth, swiping your thumb over his pearly, leaking tip. The whining moan that escapes him encourages you to give kitten licks at the salty precum smeared around his head.

“Shit,” he hisses, gripping the back of your neck to push your pliant lips further around his cock.

You take him in, moaning as he stretches your lips and bullies his way into your warm mouth. In turn, your pussy clenches around Xavier, making him groan and buck into you, pushing you further along Caleb’s cock until your nose meets his coarse pubic hair and his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Mmph!” You choke around his cock, eyes beginning to water as you try adjusting to his size stretching out your throat. You begin to bob your head, sucking and flattening your tongue against him.

His head falls back as he groans, thrusting into your wanting mouth and digs his fingers into your neck, guiding your rhythm.

Xavier, getting bored of being a watchful participant, takes your hips and drops you down on his cock, earning a choked moan from you. He uses your body like his own personal flashlight, moving you up and down at his own intense pace.

“Doing so well for us, baby,” Xavier grunts, his breathing growing staggered.

“God, your—ngh—mouth feels so fuckin’ good,” Caleb groans.

Being fucked by Xavier and Caleb is frenzied, pulling you in opposite directions to be met only with overwhelming pleasure on both sides. They use you, take you, giving until it becomes all you can think about. The tight grip of Caleb's hand against your neck as he thrusts himself down your throat to Xavier's cock splitting you open, fucking you so deep each time.

All it takes is Xavier bringing his hand around to rub your clit to make you gush all over him, moaning around Caleb and digging your nails into his hips. With your cunt squeezing and sucking Xavier in, he can't hold back his own orgasm, spilling deep inside you with one final thrust.

Your orgasm leaves you trembling, but it doesn't stop you from helping Caleb finish.

“She's so pretty, isn't she? Taking you like a good girl,” Xavier rasps.

Caleb moans out an indecipherable mumble.

“Is this what you imagined when you heard her moaning my name for the past week?”

“F-Fuck you,” Caleb growls.

You run your tongue along the base of his cock, kissing the tip, before taking him in your mouth again.

Caleb’s moans grow along with the wet, squelching sounds of you sucking him off.

“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Xavier asks, continuing to tease. “Wishing you could come inside her?”

“Mm, yes,” Caleb admits, brows furrowing as his thrusts grow sloppy. He comes down your throat after a few more thrusts, seed and spit spilling from your lips as he keeps you on his cock.

You swallow the salty cum when he pulls you off, making a show to lick the corners of your lips as he watches.

“Damn, you're killing me,” he groans, running a hand through his slick hair.

“You did so good.” Xavier pulls you back into his arms with his cock still in you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. Warm hands glide over your stomach as you melt into him, not caring that your bodies are much too hot and sticky to be so close right now.

Caleb fidgets, like he's not sure of his place anymore, turning away to your kitchen. “I'll go get you some water.”

You watch as he walks away, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat and his pants hanging low off his waist.

You're sure there is more the two of you have to discuss later, but for now you settle against Xavier with one thought—you should let Caleb stay over more often…

Often when Yunho played his games, you could be in the room as long as you didn't distract him. He didn’t ask for much from you but this was one of the few things he did unless it was a day like this one where he felt a bit clingy himself as well. You had asked if you could cuddle with him as he played his game and he gladly accepted. He made sure you were comfortable and on him securely as he laid back in his chair and played the game with his console controller. Usually he would use the keyboard but in a situation like this, he opted to use his controller.

Despite both of you being comfortable and content, you feel like you want more. If you could be in his skin, you probably would. Your lips met his neck starting behind his ear. The shift in his body language became evident. Now he was trying not to focus on you and your teasing and ended up stiffening up a bit. “Baby~~ Relax.” He says putting one of his hands on the back of your head for all of a second. A whine escapes your lips and you stop for all of a minute before continuing down his neck. Your lips trail back up his neck, now leaving marks. It’s very clear to you that Yunho was now deciding to ignore your motives. Your hands began sliding up his torso and making occasional pit stops over his abs and pecs. His body was slightly warmer than usual. Safe to assume he was getting angry. Once your hands went under his shirt, making direct skin to skin contact, things changed suddenly.

One moment you were teasing your tall blonde golden retriever boyfriend, next thing you know, you’re bent over his gaming desk, face pressed against the keyboard. Not hard of course. You’re still his love. “You already know I’m impatient babe.” He stands directly behind you, one hand on your upper back and the other tracing his gaming controller up your thighs. “Y-yunho. I-” You began stammering but he cut you off, sucking his teeth. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses y/n. This is what you wanted. Right? I finally decide to give you some leeway and you abuse it.” When the controller reaches the inside of your thighs near the curve of your ass, he applies a bit more pressure. “I’m sorry Yunho. I just wanted you.” More sounds of disapproval left his mouth. “Still not listening. I. Said. I. Dont. Want. To. Hear. It.” The controller was now pressed to your sensitive bits and you cant help but cross your legs. You cant help but gasp as he nears your most sensitive parts.

What you did not focus on was what was happening on the screen. Yunho was very well aware of what was to come. He was trying to find somewhere safe to hide in the game but with you teasing, he couldn’t fully focus. The opponents were able to find him and begin shooting his body up, causing a rumble in the controller. Not only then but in the recap as well. Since Yunho was idle, the recap continued to replay multiple times. The vibrating patterns had you damn near screaming in addition to him pressing the controller a little harder to ensure you felt the consequences to your actions. “I was thinking about spoiling you today too. Giving you everything you wanted and more.” He now leaned down to where his lips barely met your ear and his body hovering above yours. “Please” You subconsciously began pleading, legs trembling like leaves in the wind. “Please what baby?” He asked and tightened his grip on the back of your neck. “I need you Yun!” Whines and whimpers left your lips. “You should have thought about that first.”

Now, the vibrations had stopped and the blond man slyly moved the handle of the controller towards your entrance. The rounded edge slowly began to penetrate you and your jaw fell slack. “Look at you. Already fucked out over a game controller. Do you even need me?” The sly smirk on Yunho’s face made it’s presence known as his lips grazed your ear then lightly bit it. The sensation caused you to whine a bit before you pushed back for more. “I want you Yun. Pleeeaassee” Words falling from your mouth before even being processed in your mind. A low growl emitted from the male as he began to pick up the pace. The wetness from these actions were almost echoing off the walls. Yunho sat up to watch the erotic scene before him and engrain it in his memory. His top teeth pulled in his bottom lip then moved the hand holding you by your neck, down, and circled your clit with his thumb while still thrusting the controller into you. “I know but you’re going to learn to listen to me.” A slight pinch to your clit followed that statement and made your hips jump a bit.

An intense feeling built in your core and you knew you had to warn him. “Yunhooo” He spanked you. “Don’t you dare.” He warns you. With all the strength you have, you push your torso up and slightly turn to look him in the eyes. The dominance in him falters just a hair but he proceeds on. “I’m gonna-” “Fine. But you’ll cum when I say.” You begin to push back again and he spanks you again. “If you keep this up, you won’t be coming anytime soon.” Your arms begin to get weak and you rest your forehead against the back of your hands. The speed of his thumb and occasional pinching and rolling on your clit increases and he begins to press buttons. After his last click, the controller starts vibrating again. The fire inside of you burns bigger and your nails begin to leave indents and scratches on the desk. “Taking it so well babe. Go on an cum for me.” Your hand reaches back and grabs for Yunho’s wrist as you let go. Toes and fingers curled, core was nice and tight and you moaned loudly as you had your release. It soon turned to relaxation as your body became slightly limp on his desk and legs fell weak. Unbeknownst to the man behind you, he was moaning with you and slowly took the controller out of you so as to not shock you in such a sensitive time.

the way he fills you to the brim was nerve racking, the way every inch of his pulses like he's aching to come, but won't, not until you do as his thumb finds your clit and rubs fast circles through the protective skin of it, too intense yet you needed more when he just moaned out your name, loving your frame jerking under him, all from overstimulation and burning want.

"that's what i want baby," zayne grunts, voice fraying around the edges, "that exact sound, that exact fucking look," as a deep groan claws out of him when you tighten around his length, his hips snapping forward when you do it again.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier + becomes controlling over your pleasure

xavier doesn't touch you the way normal men touch, you see, there's no rush to his movements— no hunger on the surface as his breath remained even and his hands steady, his voice staying clinical as he sits at the foot of the bed, one hand pressed flat to your trembling inner thigh while the other disappears between your legs, fingers curling in filling strokes.

he watches the way your stomach flinches, the ripple of your thighs when he presses just a little deeper and the way your hips buck, chasing friction like instinct, and then jolt back in shame when you realize how carefully he's observing your entire frame.

"don't look away, you hear me," xavier's voice spills out like cold metal dragged across skin, remaining glacial at its core, "i want you to see what i see, how you fall apart for me, how you spasm every time i do this—" as he crooks his fingers again, making you choke on your breath as your toes curl, your cunt clamping down around him with a squelch so obscene it makes your whole body jerk upwards.

"you're soaked baby, fuck, have been for minutes, i've barely done anything," xavier's gaze alone pins you down, fierce and unblinking as his jaw ticks once— like he's bracing himself for the ruin he's about to make of you, "—and yet, you're trembling like i've fucked you raw."

well, okay, lets be honest here— you are trembling, in fact, your thighs just won't stop twitching even if you focus on them very hard.

the heat was just too much— sickly sweet and humiliating, a swelling ache that lived in your belly and climbed higher every time he curled his fingers up and rubs, fuck, you're soaking the sheets, desperately so, your slick dripping down his wrist and touching him up— quite hilarious, wasn't it? if you consider that xavier still hasn't even taken his shirt off yet.

you try to reach down and press his hand deeper into your cunt to find any friction on your clit, to relieve this maddening, building pressure that's leaving your vision white at the edges, yet his other hand shoots out— clamping around your wrist with enough strength to make you wince.

"don't," he says softly, but the warning inside was unmistakable, "don't, you're not allowed to interfere,"

you sob out his name in high tunes as your stomach tightens when he adds another finger, thighs shaking violently, you want, no, need, to have him closer, perhaps even have his tongue stroke through your hole to chase that spark building behind your ribs, but he won't let you.

"it's more interesting when you're desperate," xavier admits bluntly, withdrawing his fingers for a second— watching the way your cunt clenches around nothing, trying to hold onto digits, fluttering from the emptiness.

after waiting for a little, he slips them back in slowly, dragging them along your soaked walls, watching you flinch and twitch and cry out for him— and that's what ultimately made it worse, because xavier knows, he knows exactly how your body worked, exactly what it needed to cum, and he's purposely giving you just less than enough.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel + needs to cookwarm you

understandably, rafayel was panting even before he pushed himself into you, yet when he finally did— it's slow, thick, shivering with restriction which didn't last, "oh fuck," his adams apple bobs as he chokes on his spit, his head dropping against your shoulder with his voice hoarse of disbelief, "you're so tight, baby, so warm, you feel—" the man cannot even finish, truly, he can't.

his breath hitches instead, hips jerking deeper as rafayel curses again and again, low and against your neck, like each inch of you that swallowed him was tearing the sanity from his bones. he bottoms out once, twice, fucking into you faster to switch and choose between the perfect rhythm as he finally settles his entire shaft inside you, his body shuddering like he's about to cum then and there.

because the moment he fit his entire length in you, you clench around him furiously— tight and fluttering, pulsing with that needy ache as his mouth drops open with a broken gasp, "don't do that," he begs, barely above a whisper, "don't fucking squeeze like that— I'll fucking lose it," as he leans over you, forearms bracketing your head and forehead pressed to yours, hips twitching in shallow motions because even the smallest shift made you both cry out into each others lips.

"can i stay like this, baby?" he kisses along your jaw, "see how good we fit, how full you are, you're holding onto me like you never want me to leave," and then he thrusts up, fathomless and without restriction before dragging himself out just enough to feel the strong stretch of you, then sliding right back to the hilt— where he then stays, twitching inside with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.

you were so full at this point— achingly so, you could feel every vein of him, every curl and turn, the way his cock throbbed inside you like it's your own heartbeat as your legs shake around his waist from how heavy it made you feel, how close it made you too, fuck, how tight it got when your body flinched from the overwhelming pulses of him inside.

your stomach knots as your breath stutters, drinking in his moans again— helplessly kissing him as he completely took over your body, "can't even think about pulling out—" his hips move again, this time faster, barely pulling himself back, the drag of his cock so intense your back instantly arched from it, sparks flashing behind your eyes.

his hips slam deep, once, twice— and he's gone, voice catching as he releases with brutal force, cock pulsing as he comes inside you, deep, hot, thick, all of it, yeah? so much it spills back out with the next thrust— and still, he doesn't stop.

"again," he pants, "i'm not done, i'm not done, need you to keep me inside, don't let me go, don't let me fucking go—" rafayel kisses you, like he's trying to fuse into you, believing that if he can keep your cunt around his dripping dick long enough, he'll never have to leave.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus + obsessed with your tits

as one might expect, sylus doesn't even get your clothes off properly nor doesn't care if they tear, he's practically panting as he pulls your top down, lips already brushing hot over your chest before he even gets a full look, "fuck, fuck, you're so—" his breath hits your doused skin, his eyes wild and pupils blown, voice slurred like he's drunk on the barest sight of you, "you don't know what you do to me, you don't know how long i've thought about this."

then his mouth hits your tits and it's instantly wet, it's hot, all of it, it's filthy too, the way he latches onto your nipple with a groan so guttural it shakes through your ribs. his tongue rolls along your tits in slow circles as his teeth scrape, and when you arched into his body, twitching from how sensitive you were, he grins, "yeah, like that, that's what i wanna see," as he palms your tits with both hands and squeezes, pushing them together so he can bury his face between them and moan, like he's drowning in them, like he wants to live there forever.

your entire frame was on fire, thighs slick with your arousal, hips grinding into air— because he hasn't even touched you there yet, sylus couldn't find time, not properly, just the drag of his thigh between yours was enough he believed, or just the occasional graze of knuckles when he shifts to kiss the other nipple.

he wants it that way as he glances down once and groans— loudly like it's hurting him to wait, "you're messing up my pants," he smirks, rutting against your leg, leaking against your skin, "just from me sucking your tits like this? look at what a mess you are baby," sylus shoves his hand between your legs, fuck, finally, right? rubbing through your soaked pussy, smearing your slick up to your clit and back down, lazy and greedy all at once, "you want more? you wanna cum just from this?"

but do not mistake him because his mouth stays at your chest the whole time, he's addicted, mouthing one nipple while his fingers sink inside, scissoring your tight hole.

your back arches instantly and you're soaked, even more now and fuck, you're overstimulated from every side, your clit aching from how close you were yet he doesn't stop sucking on your sensitive nipples, doesn't stop grinding against your thigh like a man gone mad.

"you're perfect," he gasps, "you're perfect, let me have you like this, let me watch you come with my mouth on your tits— let me feel you fucking pulse around my fingers while i suck your tits, baby," as he grunts into your skin, "i'll ruin you like this, i'll make it so every time you touch yourself, you'll think about my mouth here— my tongue, my teeth, how fucking hard i came grinding against you."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb + cannot stop praising you

"you're so good," caleb whispers to you as if he's confessing something protected, his touch weighted with awe, a worship that trembles through his fingers, slithering up your thighs, then moving over to your waist, ultimately cupping your face, "so good, baby, I can't, i can't even—"

the sentence dies on his tongue because, well, he's too busy looking, you know? at you, in fact, at where he's inside you, at the way your lips part and your body arches up every time he shoves his cock inside you greedily.

and you feel everything, caleb made sure of that— the stretch, the slip, the depth, fuck, he's thick, hot, and so careful at first— so slow it's almost cruel, each inch dragging against your walls until your hands hold onto him for dear life, chasing more, chasing him.

caleb says your name through passion— like the pleasure was too good, too deep, so insane it might break him.

he's repeatedly brushing his lips over your cheek as he thrusts just a little harder, a little further so he could stroke over your sweet spot, taking your frame through new spots of awareness, "taking me so well, you're perfect, just perfect," as his voice cracks when you clench down, "you're so fucking good, too good— i'm not strong enough for you, sweetheart, not when you feel like this."

don't be afraid because, well, caleb will stop fucking you so slow and sensually at some point, even your boyfriend had limits and couldn't push back on his pleasure for eternity.

you whimper when he begins to slide against your sweet spot again, this time faster and caleb snaps, a groan ripping out of him, needy and raw as he's suddenly fucking you like he's starved for it— like you're the only thing in the world that made sense to him, his cock hitting so impactful your ability to breathe evenly was questioned, your back remained curved, your thighs shaking with every thick drag.

"you're so warm, so tight around me— fuck, i feel you everywhere," his hands grip your waist harder, pulling you against his pelvis as he thrusts, making it purposefully more extensive, messier too so you'll make those wet, nasty sounds for him, "you're squeezing me, baby, you don't even know what you do to me—"

your skin prickles from how much he worships you whenever you were intimate with each other, how he sounds ruined with gratitude, ruined with your cunt constricting around him ever so tightly, milking him, how he looked down and watches your bodies join like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen— your arousal and his cum spreading over your thighs, his cock glistening with every pullout as his breath stutters when he sees it, "you're making such a mess— i love it, i love you like this—"

with his leg hooked over yours and his head on your chest, caleb was exactly where he needed to be—close. one would even consider him to be attached to your hip. but in his true addictive and greedy nature, he knew he could always be closer.

testing the waters little by little, he kept his eyes on the motion picture streaming from the wide flatscreen while reaching for the hem of your top and raising it to expose more of the skin of your plush thighs.

god, you smelled so good. your soft exhales were like music to his ears and the way you felt against him was so—

“caleb.” immediately he froze.

thankfully your tone wasn’t sharp nor dismissive, but instead filled with a playful curiosity that he could always identify without fault. that let him breathe easy.

“what’re you doing?” you inquire, the corner of your lips tipping up at the way he seems to try and buy himself some time after being caught dead with his hand in the cookie jar.

“nothin’. yet,” he mumbles. “buuut… can i? just to see? no biggie, right?”

he chuckled at the vibration radiating through your chest as you pretended that you needed a moment to consider his vague request.

“mm, i guess i can allow it.” oh, you knew he wanted you bad. your teasing inflection did absolutely nothing to hide it.

“the most gracious pipsqueak of them all.” he was far too excited after permission was granted, bunching your shirt up until he could use the side of his head to keep it in place above your tits. “i’m so lucky, aren’t i?”

you shakily exhale, gasping when he lightly pinches your hardened nipple between his fingertips. caleb turns and cranes his head to get even closer to your heaving chest, his worshiping gaze switching between your parted lips and raised peaks.

“don’t mind me.” the tip of his tongue flicks one abruptly. “keep watchin’ the movie for us, pips. want you to tell me all about the climax when’m done.”

his mouth latches onto your breast instantly after his breathy command before you can even try to respond, and your fingers slides into the softness of his hair to keep him rooted there. he groans into your flesh like this is the prime moment he’s been waiting for. his cock thickening with desire against the outside of your thigh through his sweats proves just how much.

“c-can’t ever… just watch—fuck, just watch a movie, can you?”

“mm-mm,” he hums in agreement as he rigidly shakes his head, suckling on your skin with pure indulgence. between his hot mouth and the muscle tasting you, it’s clear that caleb has zero plans to let up anytime soon.

your back slightly arches off the linen cushions, body aching for more of his attention in other places that haven’t received it just yet. the way you cry for him, mewl and sensually babble for him to touch you… you were never getting of this damn couch.

while his tongue licks and devours on one of your sensitive nipples, the other is given its own kind of devotion beneath his palm. he massages and gropes you thoroughly, moaning each time your grip in his scalp gets tighter.

“‘s my favorite,” he mutters, saliva spilling carelessly down the side as he grows sloppier. he rolls the nub and sucks on it harder, unable to stop himself from trying to alleviate the pressure building in between his legs.

“you k-know you want to,” you rouse, head lolling when he releases your tit and slides down your stomach to reach in between your legs, rubbing you through your dampened panties.

of course he wants to. it’s why he selfishly does.

his cock throbs and precum leaks to stain the gray material when he starts pathetically humping your leg. caleb’s mouth never separates from you all the while, using your body in every way possible to abate that ceaseless throbbing.

when he looked up into your eyes with his dazed ones, you knew for certain that this is what a drunken man sounded and looked like. he couldn’t form any kind of words with you in his mouth, lazily circling your clit and pressing into you deeper the closer his orgasm got. completely lost in you, caleb wasn’t ashamed to claim such an addiction.

all you knew was that your pussy needed more from him. the sheer idea of pulling down his pants to reveal his cock already wet and ready for you was enough to let him take everything he craved.

he cupped your cunt and continued to rut against you eagerly. so close, he was so so close.

“i love you ‘leb. you’re so g-good to me… y’make me feel so pretty…”

he was done for. your praise and that final nudge of his dick against you with the rough material giving him that stimulating friction was exceeding intense.

reluctantly releasing you with a wet pop, at the same time that he felt the mess of his cum spurting from his tip and sticking to him, he grabbed you by the back of your neck to bring your lips to his. you rubbing him through his pleasure nearly made the man completely buckle.

“better?” you coo once he seems to have fallen back down to earth. “can i get what i want now?” caleb kisses your pouty lips twice as he continues to savor you.

“anything,” he promises breathlessly. he knew you didn’t finish and was already prepared to fix that before you even asked.

“let me sit on it?”

his eyes flutter and he gives you that boyish smile that makes both your heart beats thump. “don’t even have t’ask. just let me uh… clean up some and—”

you stop him with a finger over his lips and a mischievous grin on yours. “nah. i like messy.”

what a coincidence. so did he.

a/n: ivy bae… thank you for sparking this. I LUV YOU SO BAD!!!

the dimmed golden light coming from his bedside let his eyes rest comfortably on your relaxed features before they fell to your parted lips and to what he needed most hidden beneath the covers.

his focus danced between your pretty face and peaked nipples under your shirt reacting to the chill from the central ac. that alone was enough to make his painfully hard dick twitch again.

he couldn’t tolerate it anymore.

caleb sat up carefully before slowly peeling back the sheets to reveal your slightly raised oversized shirt, soft thighs, and a teasing peek of your panties. it was as if the heat rapidly rushed straight down again, making what was already intense feel like if he didn’t do something soon, he would lose the opportunity staring him in the face.

as he climbed over you and spread your limp legs enough to make space, for a fleeting moment he believed his entire body was capable of giving out. seeing the enticing mound of your plump pussy almost seeming to strain under pastel cotton damn near killed him.

he wanted to bury his tongue in it, wanted to taste and inhale you until your lashes fluttered and you lazily bucked your hips for him to take more. had he not been so impatient, he would’ve.

gentle was the name of the game now. it started with him sitting on his knees and hooking his fingers into your lace waistband until the thin material was lost somewhere in the duvet, then focusing on freeing himself enough in preparation to solve his very delicate issue.

his uneven panting couldn’t ease as he used his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips apart and stared at his favorite shade of pink.

he held you open with unspoken adoration, one of your legs hooked over his forearm and his slender digits still positioned, before gathering enough saliva in his mouth and letting the spit drip directly onto your clit. ensuring you were still sleeping, caleb then guided his rosy tip slick with sticky precum and used it to rub against his mess.

“holy… h-hah—shit..” he huffed out shakily, jaw slack as more thick dribbles of his seed spurted out and increased the raunchiness of the faint squelching. “feels s’good, pipsqueak… you’re always so good t’me, so fucking g-good...”

caleb dragged his cock up and down in between your folds now wet with what he’s given you, letting himself get caught occasionally inside your tightness to make sure he spread it as thoroughly as possible.

and still were you softly snoring with such inebriating trust in him, only whining sleepily on occasion in an unconscious reaction to the pleasure.

the ache your lover was experiencing had become beyond uncomfortable. he pumped himself a few more times right above your entrance and let the creamy beads of cum fall into you, wishing he had the self control necessary to continue just like this.

caleb immediately followed right behind them instead, trying to suppress his trembling moans the more he was swallowed up by your motionless form. the creamy ring formed and dragged down his shaft the deeper he got made his heart race and the fire in his cheeks spike to the tip of his ears.

“oh my g-god,” he rasped through gritted teeth, hips stuttering in a needy effort to really start using you. “even when you’re like this, you still manage to suck me in. just made for me, so damn perfect…”

your hot cunt was simultaneously dismantling caleb and showing him what it meant to be whole. every languid thrust and slap of meeting skin had him captivated by you’re bouncing tits. and when he caught that furrowed pinch of your brows and the breathless exhales beginning to fall from your lips, he started fucking you faster in hopes that he could look into your eyes when he filled you up.

“open ‘em for me honey, p-please…” he rushed, “pleaseplease ‘m sorry for wakin’ you, but i needed it. always so tight… so warm and ready f’me. fuck, i c-can’t even think straight..”

even with your blurry vision and dazed state, your reaction to being stuffed and your partner’s expression packed with yearning was immediate. you felt the stickiness spread across your thighs and could smell the potent sex in the room. and caleb, with his messy hair, pleading eyes, and hurried strokes… you were disappointed to have missed how it all started.

“mm… ‘leb? baby, tha-that’s…” you could barely form a thought, whimpering and inhaling sharply from the feeling of him grinding against your swollen clit.

you couldn’t stop squeezing him, over and over, doing nothing but making it harder for him to last.

“almost d-done pips, ‘m almost… i swear,” he promised sweetly, melting into your hand brought up to caress his bottom lip. it caught you by surprise when he took your thumb into his salivating mouth, violet irises rolling to the back of his head with your skin’s taste on his tongue.

it wasn’t long after until you were meekly crying his name and shuddering beneath him when the force of your orgasm crashed into you. caleb let himself fall into your embrace when he felt a new wave of your arousal around his shaft, slamming his lips to yours as he spilled his cum inside your quivering walls.

you comforted him with your nails grazing down the muscles shifting in his back and enjoyed his shaky breath fanning across your ear.

“i don’t… think i’ve ever came that much in my life. fuck…” he laughed in pleased disbelief.

you giggled sleepily, playing with his hair with the comfort of his weight pressing you into the mattress. “i’m expecting a play by play of events in the morning.”

“think you’d like it better if i showed you?”

“probably. yeah.”

“mm,” he hums and presses a kiss below your ear with a smile. “it’s late. ‘m tired now.”

“i bet. cleanup later?” you offer, delighted to see him already in agreement and reaching for blankets to cover your still connected bodies.

caleb wrapped his arms around you tightly, head on your chest and eyes already closed. “cleanup later.”

a/n: idk how good this is omg.. phone off for a few hours lmaooo

“there’s no need to act so coy, sweetie. i know you have been gallivanting with all these other men.”

“indeed, i find myself a bit disappointed that i have been sharing you with those i deemed to be beneath me.”

your breathing comes out in uneven and labored breaths, surrounded by all five of these powerful men who had thwarted your plans so effortlessly. all you wanted was to be adored by them-

to be worshipped by each and every one of these men who had come into your life just when you needed them the most.

the elusive and powerful onychinus leader, sylus qin.

the renown cardiac surgeon of akso hospital, zayne li.

the agile and ruthless hunter, xavier shen.

the angelic artist and pure lemurian, rafayel qi.

and last (but certainly not least), the commanding farspace colonel, caleb xia.

and now every single one of them had managed to piece together your voracious hunger-

the absolute desire to be adored by each and every one of them.

you had played them well-

managing to set up cute little dates on different days so as to keep your dirty little secret hidden.

that is, until you were found out by each and every one of them.

and now, they had you trapped exactly where they wanted you-

within the intimate confines of your bedroom where no signs of escape was in sight, not when you were surrounded by the same men who had been played by you.

caleb was the first to act, gaining up on you as he manages to back you into the edge of your mattress. with a gasp, you land unceremoniously against the plush edge, trying to lift yourself up by steadying yourself on the palm of your hands.

yet instead of lashing out at you-

caleb was the one who takes the initiative, settling himself between the fat of your thighs as he slowly takes off your shorts. “you need to be thoroughly punished for playing us so well, babe.” as if proving his point, he pinches at your inner thigh, causing a light stinging sensation against your skin as you winced in response.

“indeed, i thought i taught you better than to play such dangerous games.” it was xavier who stood hovering over you, gripping at your shirt as he takes it off within one swift motion. he sees the lacy material of your bra and clicks his tongue, about to unclasp it when rafayel slaps his hand away.

“it’s my turn. i’ll take care of this as my own form of punishment.” rafayel manages to slide down the straps of your bra, kissing down on your shoulder before giving your skin a harsh bite. you let out a moan in response to the feelings of mixed pleasure and pain. once the lemurian slides off your bra with a single tear against the fabric of your bra-

you were left utterly bare for all five of the men that stood before you.

“fuck, even when you’ve been a spoiled brat, we can’t deny that we all still want you.”

you tremble in response to caleb’s raspy voice, watching with wide eyes as each and every single one of them stripped themselves of their clothes-

the fabric of each expensive suit and uniform falling haphazardly in a pile in the middle of your room, leaving your lovers bare except for the briefs that cover their groins-

barely concealing the evidence of their arousal with the noticeable tent straining against the soft fabric of their boxers.

“less talking now, gentlemen.” sylus was the first to speak up, confidently pushing caleb aside as he kneels down while spreading your legs wide open to him. “it’s clear that this little dove has been severely misbehaving, and we each need to punish her thoroughly for playing us all.”

the onychinus leader starts by sliding down your damp panties with his mouth alone, burying himself between your legs as his teeth bites down on the wet material of your gusset. once he manages to take the ruined panties completely off of you did he surge forward, making out with your bare and wet pussy.

your back arches, nearly falling back into the bed had it not been for xavier and rafayel keeping their hands on you. they steady you, keeping you in an upwards position as they each lean down to capture each of your hardened nipple within their hot mouths. xavier shuts his eyes, groaning at the lingering taste of salt against your skin as rafayel began littering love bites against you.

every single part of your body that ached for them was receiving copious amounts of attention, and you could feel the evidence of your arousal rushing out of you in waves.

sylus groans in response, pushing his tongue deeper into your tight channel as your mouth was left open in a gape. the two men left to their own devices kept stroking at the cocks rapidly, eyes going hazy when caleb finally approaches you.

“your mouth seems lonely, so why don’t you wrap your pretty little lips around this dick?” caleb was smirking now, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips as you willingly parted them for him. without another warning, he slams the entire length of his cock down your throat, making you gag as you choked on it.

“that’s it… that’s m’good girl.” the colonel lets out pleased groans of your name, practically thrusting himself in and out of the confines of your wet and hot mouth as you could feel every inch of him invading your lips.

from xavier and rafayel sucking and biting down your breasts-

to sylus devouring every inch of your aching cunt-

it was all too much for you as you spilled yourself into sylus’s awaiting mouth.

he groans, rapidly lapping up all you had to offer as caleb shoots the evidence of his release down your throat. you nearly gagged on it had it not been for the dark expression that crosses your colonel’s features. “swallow every last drop of it. this is just the beginning of your punishment.”

you knew deep down that he was right-

that you had been such a bad girl, taking advantage of all their hearts like this.

with adoration glimmering in your eyes, you swallowed every last drop caleb had to offer just as they all pulled away from you, leaving you a complete and utter mess for their eyes alone.

your chest was still glistening from the wet kisses left behind from xavier and rafayel.

your mouth still held the subtle and bitter taste of caleb’s seed.

and your pussy was now clenching with need left from sylus’s prior ministrations.

“i suppose it’s my turn now.” zayne speaks with an air of nonchalance, pushing up his glasses with his cock standing tall and ready for you. he grips you by your ankles, pulling you even closer to the edge of the bed while tracing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips. giving you a tiny smile, zayne braces himself over you, planting the palm of his hands on top of your comforter as he purposely rubs the mushroom tip of his cock against your swollen clit.

and just a few seconds later, you felt zayne slowly sliding into your heat, making you cry out to him. he wraps both of your legs possessively around his waist, setting a rapid pace each time he bottoms out of you. ensuring that only the tip of his cock was within your core before inevitably slamming back in, you felt the heat coursing through your veins in waves.

you were left gasping now, head turned over to the side as zayne literally worked on fucking you into your bed. your mouth goes dry upon seeing all of your lovers stroking their cocks rapidly in response to zayne impaling you-

as if following the doctor’s pace as they imagined it were them making a mess out of your insides.

your walls must have clenched in response to such a sight, since it was only mere seconds later that you felt zayne suddenly lengthen while nestled deep within your heat. the familiar snap was felt against your abdomen just as zayne fills you with his essence, painting your walls white with his cum.

he had barely gotten a chance to compose himself when sylus was on him, shoving him to the side while licking his lips, “move, it’s my turn to have some fun with this naughty kitten.”

“tch, how incorrigible you are, mr. qin.” zayne voices his disdain for the onychinus leader, yet sylus was too far gone to even register his words. spreading your legs wide open for him, his darkened gaze takes in the way your walls clenched around air while leaking out the evidence of yours and zayne’s respective releases. “i would love to taste you, sweetie, but i’m afraid i can’t hold back any longer.”

sylus ends up tossing both of your legs over his shoulder, sliding into your slick as you tossed your head back in response. you always loved being intimate with sylus the most since he was just so girthy, filling up the entirety of your walls that always left you aching for more.

“surely, you’ll allow me to join in with the fun, right?” caleb was smirking now, yet sylus managed to flash him a deep glare. “wait your turn-“

“ah, but i think she needs to be filled both ways, no?” the colonel was smirking now, settling himself on top of your bed as he pulls you away from sylus with ease. you were left whining at the sudden loss of him when caleb settles you on top of his lap. “c’mon, let’s treat her right and fill her up real nice. after all, that is what she’s craving for.”

you jolt slightly when you felt something cold surrounding your tight hole, letting out soft whimpers as caleb gently soothed you, “sssh, it’s going to be okay my sweet babygirl. just focus on how good sylus is making you feel. i promise you won’t feel a thing.”

that was all the urging sylus needed to press your back against the front of his chest. you now found yourself sandwiched between two of the most powerful men you had ever known, head being tossed back against caleb’s shoulder the moment sylus impales you once more with his cock. “fuck, you feel much tighter than usual. was caleb right? do you like being filled up like this?”

he begins his rapid pace as your other lovers were left waiting for their turn, still stroking their cocks rapidly while letting out grunts of your name.

“i didn’t think you’d be this cute and alluring, little missy.”

“i’m aching so much for you. do you even notice how hard you’re making me?”

“even though i was the first to claim you, i find myself still craving for more.”

they manage to keep you distracted just as caleb began pushing himself into your unclaimed hole, the pain and discomfort mixing in with the inevitable pleasure as you were trapped between him and sylus. “so tight…!” caleb was speaking through gritted teeth now, managing to thrust himself in and out of your tightness. you end up bouncing between sylus and caleb, with drool coming out of the corner of your mouth from being taken so fully at the same time.

your body was burning up, completely sandwiched between what had to be your favorite pair. you could feel every inch of them invading every crevice of your body, leaving no part of you untouched or unclaimed. the intensity of such pleasure was enough to take your very breath away, allowing each of their fervent pumping cocks to bring you even closer to heaven-

your respective release hits you like a freight train. hard, messy, and all consuming-

taking over each and every one of your senses as you spilled your juices over sylus’s cock while caleb flooded your tightness with his seed. with a roar of your name, sylus buries himself to the hilt deep inside of you, pumping your cunt full of his seed before resting his head on top of your trembling shoulder.

wanting nothing more than to bask in the aftershocks of your climax, sylus and caleb began littering kisses all across your damp skin-

only to be stopped by rafayel and xavier when they placed their hands on their shoulders.

“quit hogging her already!”

“it’s our turn to show you all how it’s really done.”

reluctantly, caleb and sylus pull out of you at the same time, allowing xavier to steady you as he ends up laying back in bed. with a startling accuracy, he takes advantage of caleb’s release, using it as lubricant to slide into your hole as well. he grunts, feeling the tight sensation of it gripping the entire length of his dick in a harsh manner. “fuck, this feels so good…! you’re so tight…!”

you were a complete mess now, unable to form a coherent word or a single thought that didn’t pertain to you being used so thoroughly by your men. rafayel flashes you a sweet smile, laying directly on top of you as xavier kept thrusting his dick in and out of your tightness. “relax, princess. i’ll be taking care of your pretty little flower. it really needs a softer touch, huh?”

with those last words coupled along with an achingly sweet smile, rafayel settles himself between your legs before sliding himself within your heat. your back was felt arching against xavier’s chest, causing your breathing to turn rapid. you became needier now, almost taking in xavier and rafayel’s dicks with a renewed further.

the sensation of pain mixed in with red hot pleasure-

the way your cunt kept aching each time rafayel left your heat and when xavier pulled out so that you could only feel the tip of his cock before inevitably slamming itself back in-

it was all too much for you.

unable to keep their hands to themselves, sylus, caleb, and zayne join in. surrounding your body with their godly presence, you felt zayne capturing your lips in a searing kiss as sylus and caleb littered your heaving breasts with hickeys and love bites.

not a single inch of your skin remained unblemished, becoming littered with various love bites and dark bruises caused solely by their lips alone. and when it was finally rafayel’s and xavier’s turn to release-

they made sure to fill you up to the brim, ensuring that you felt each wave of their climax tainting your body.

by the end of it all, you were left an utter mess. sweat and evidence of their cum kept clinging to your skin as you were left speechless. with a rich chuckle, xavier pulls himself out from under you, allowing you to lay back on top of your bed. the exhaustion was hitting you now as you trembled, making rafayel and sylus pull the covers over your naked form.

“poor baby, you’re all exhausted now. i thought you could handle all of us, since you’re so desperate to be with each and every one of us.” caleb’s words held a tone of faux gentleness, as if mocking you when he wipes away at the drool that slides down the corner of your lips.

“sorry caleb… just… wanted to be loved by all of you. i’m… hah… selfish… i can’t choose.” you begin to pout, putting more emphasis on the sad glow of your eyes and the way your lips trembled.

“tch, don’t play innocent with us.” despite zayne’s harsh words, he still sits beside you in bed, gently stroking at your damp strands of hair.

“honestly, you’re damn lucky that neither one of us can even fathom living without you, kitten.” sylus slides beneath your covers, hiding his actions from the many prying eyes as his mouth latches on to your ruined cunt, all too eager to clean you while earning a low growl from xavier.

“don’t think you can hide from us, you fiend.” xavier pushes up the covers, making you shiver slightly as your hands automatically delve themselves into sylus’s hair. you could feel your pussy clench around his tongue as he cleaned you, with xavier lifting up one of your legs to press lingering kisses down the length of it.

“mmm… it’s clear that you’re exhausted, princess. so why don’t you rest while we take care of you?” rafayel leans over the bed while gently massaging at your aching breasts, gently soothing them before placing a nipple within his mouth.

“that’s right, even though you did us wrong, we still love you.”

“indeed, this is just the calm before the storm. every single one of us knows your limits and are just biding time, just giving you a moment to rest.”

zayne places your weak body on his lap, with all four of your lovers surrounding you on the bed. sylus gently flicks at your swollen clit, chuckling each time you let out a strangled mewl. caleb was already wiping down your body with a towel soaked with warm water while xavier and rafayel lay next to you.

and while you were basking in being used and loved so thoroughly by them, you found yourself looking forward to what was to come-

all too satisfied in knowing that you could keep them all.

end notes: i had such horn knee thots, and it’s my first time writing something so unhinged, so i apologize if this wasn’t my best work! 🙂‍↕️ i hope this turns out well enough, and i apologize for any errors!

ps: the fact that i wrote this while listening to sombr’s homewrecker is lowkey ironic 🙂‍↕️